Julius looked at Mulder, who was smoking a hookah leisurely, and suddenly asked, "Why did you gamble?" I don't think you're a desperate person for money. It is not surprising that Julius had such a judgment, and if he were an ordinary gambler, and took part in gambling for the sake of money, he could not have squandered his money in this way, first giving most of it to Julius, and then spending it in this hookah shop. As a gambler, he was a bit of an anomaly out of his hand.

Mulder took a hard drag on the hookah, and there was a bit of a trance on his face. He didn't answer Julius's question right away, and looked up, not knowing which side of the sky he was looking at. He was smoking a hookah now, a bit of a smoke, and the smoke was slowly spilling out of his mouth. It took him a while to answer Julius's question: "It's just a tinkering of life." This money, which I don't have to have, just exists as my trophy to prove that I have won certain victories. ”

Julius thinks the same thing, although he doesn't have much knowledge, but he has seen a lot, and he still has his own experience—no matter how you look at it, Mulder doesn't look like an ordinary person. "You don't look like you're short of money either. But is gambling for fun, is that a good thing?"

"Looks like you have a different opinion. Mulder laughed.

"You're really different from those who gamble with their money and their lives, maybe that's why you can win so much. Julius said, and pulled out the money bag that Mulder had given him from his bosom. The money bag was a bit heavy, making it hard for him to get used to it. He had never gotten so much money, and the coins that belonged to him were all found in the garbage. He let go of his hand, and the money bag fell on the table between the two, "I think, it's not just the dealer's money......"

"When the money is in the hands of the dealer, then the money belongs to theirs and no longer belongs to its former owner. "And then I win the money from the dealer, which is a very reasonable thing to do, don't you think?"

"But there are people who can't afford to lose. Julius said, "That's what you said, too." ”

"Yes, it's ridiculous that a dealer who can't afford to lose just this amount of money. Mulder probably remembered something, and smiled mockingly, "What a dealer, that's just the case." ”

"Did you think so when you were being chased?"

"That's a different mood. A person who is angry is like a wild dog that bites everyone he sees, and he has no way to communicate at all. Mulder replied.

The two didn't spend much time at the hookah shop, and while Mulder was smoking a hookah, Julius ate a little. Probably because he made a lot of money doing "good deeds", he was a little extravagant, ordered some food that he would not usually consider at all, and tasted it.

When the two of them left, they went out of the lively street into the alley. This time, it was Julius who followed Mulder. If you want to say goodbye and go your separate ways, you can do it at any time, but Julius doesn't have anything to do today, so just continue to follow Mulder, a little strange guy. And Mulder didn't look like he was going to say goodbye, so he wouldn't have said that first.

"You really like to get into such a remote place. Julius said to Mulder, who was walking ahead, "Do you hate the bustle of the places outside?"

"I love the hustle and bustle of the place. "I don't usually have access to so many people, and living in a place that's horribly quiet keeps me from thinking about anything other than being distracted by books and maps." In a quiet environment, if you think too much, you may waste time and your mind will go astray. ”

What Mulder said was not the same thing as what he was doing now.

"But in a lively place, there are many dangers. Mulder continued, "In the crowd, you never know if there is a knife waiting for you under the robes of those people. ”

Julius was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Mulder to have such a thought, "Is this also a dangerous place for you?"

Mulder laughed, "Just kidding." I avoid crowded places for other reasons......"

Just as Mulder was about to continue, Julius, who was behind him, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him aside. He was a little abrupt at this time, and his demeanor could be said to be very rough, and Mud, who was not mentally prepared, was pulled aside like this, like a rabbit caught in his hands, and was thrown aside.

Julius pushes him into a cul-de-sac alley, short enough to accommodate only a few people, with a closed door next to it. Mulder, who was pushed aside, rubbed the shoulder that had been grabbed by Julius, thinking in his heart that this kid was really strong, and when he was about to complain, he saw Julius's somewhat nervous look, and he couldn't go on with the rest of his words.

The two hid in the alley, with Mulder and Julius observing. "What happened. Mulder lowered his voice and asked, "Are those people again?" Mulder was referring to the bookmakers who wanted to regret his winnings.

Julius shook his head, "Did you offend the others?" he just asked.

At this time, on the side of the Old Palace, Lulunaka, who sneaked in, also reached a very critical time. "Assassins, it's terrible, it's a shame that this quiet place can be disturbed by Assassins. ”

"You're a bit of a dislodged person, thief. The dark elf said.

"I don't think just trying to steal something will be considered an assassin. Lulunaka replied, "And you didn't treat me like an assassin, did you, Miss Dark Elves?" ”

"That doesn't rule you out of suspicion. "You're still alive because I'm curious how you got in." The guards in this place are all elites, and if you are just a thief, you will be found before you sneak in, but you are the only one...... I was able to come in. ”

"Just because it's just some special tricks, doesn't mean I'm an assassin, right?" Lulunaka laughed, "It seems that you are sensitive to things like assassins, is something going on?"

"It's none of your business. The dark elf's sword pressed against Lulunaka's neck with a few more force, leaving a red mark on her white neck.

"Wouldn't it be some noble person, not in this old palace now, but I don't know where he disappeared?" Lulunaka continued, not at all worried about whether her words would irritate the dark elves. In a sense, she was right.