"More freedom in life?" Bourro looked at the puppeteers with single expressions around him, "I don't think there is any freedom in this kind of life. ”

"Freedom......," the old man nodded, "but this kind of thing may be just a naïve rhetoric under this huge system driven by huge gears, and even some children may be much more realistic than you." ”

"Freedom ......" the old man couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't intend to continue talking on this topic.

"Well, are you interested in becoming my successor, then everything here will be yours, even the nobles will not be able to do anything to you. ”

"What about the royal family? I don't know if the king's order still has any effect. ”

"Of course, the king, as long as no one dares to disobey the king's orders in this capital. Disobeying the king is tantamount to submitting to death," the old man stared at Boro with a pair of eyes, "don't always think about things that can't exist, young man. There is still a long way to go, so don't let a wrong choice take your life at this time. ”

Boro sensed the murderous intent that permeated the room at this moment, and it seemed that once he rejected the cold-blooded puppets in the room, he would attack him in an instant.

"I live in a dark and damp underground all day long, accompanied by a foul smell all year round, but I prefer the sun. So I'm really sorry, I can't say yes to your request, uncle. Because I'm not a mouse, your life ~ I'll never adapt!"

The old man's face showed embarrassment, and he shook his head helplessly, "Since that's the case...... I will have them bury you in a place full of sunshine. But that's also after you get all your hedrons. ”

The old man picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked into the room inside, and through the firelight in front of the old man, Boro saw a pair of horrified eyes inside.

"Don't kill him, leave a breath. Let him say the man's password."

The old man closed the door, leaving only the cold-faced puppets in the room with Lutzer.

"What are you doing! Kill him!"

Boro pulled out his chime and quickly rushed towards where Lutzer was.

"Stop him!" Luce watched in horror as the blade expanded in front of him, he had been confident that Boro would not kill him, but now the situation was completely different.

The blade almost touched the center of his eyebrows, and four white rays pierced from Boro's side.

Lutzer fell to the ground, his eyes re-looking at the fanaticism, "Kill him!"

Boro just glanced at him, grabbed the tray on the table and threw it at the candle on the wall.

The candle fell to the ground, and the flame flickered a few times before being extinguished.

The whole room was plunged into darkness, and Lu Zer looked around in a panic.

The puppet killers also lost their place in Boro, and someone next to them accidentally touched them and slashed their blades.

The three killers stood outside the door and cautiously looked around, but at this time, the residents of the city had gone to their respective places of work. Even if someone did find something, they would probably not see it at all, and the gate was closed and they hid in the courtyard to eavesdrop.

"There's not much movement. One turned to look at the heavy iron gate in front of him, which had been specially prepared by the old man. In order to trap the people who entered the room, and then combine the power of multiple people to capture each other.

"It seems that everything is going well. ”

"The leader has never missed a shot so far. ”

The three of them were considering whether to open the iron gate, as it would be a nuisance if they were discovered by the city patrol team.

"Wait, there's footsteps in there. ”

One of them put his ear close to the iron door, but only heard a cacophony of footsteps, as if he was stepping on some viscous liquid.

A sharp blade suddenly stabbed out from front of him, and all three froze, especially the man with his ear to the iron door.

He was bleeding from his left ear and couldn't hear anything for a while. "What's going on!" he asked his companion aloud

The other two also didn't understand, could it be a failure!? How could this be!

The blade labored, cutting a crack in the countryside and then retracting again.

Through this bright light, Boro could see a little bit of the scene in the room at this time. There was already a pool of blood underfoot.

"It stinks enough. He stabbed the blade again, cut a gap in the iron door, and kicked it hard.

The residents hiding in the courtyard were stunned by the bloody shadow that appeared in front of them.

At this time, Boro was covered in blood, but none of this was his own. The eyes had just moved from the completely dark room to the bright street, and they were a little uncomfortable for a while.

"You, why are you still alive!" the three of them looked at the blood shadow in front of them in surprise, "Are you a devil!"

"I'm not a devil, and I'm not a demon. Just a guy who likes to kill rats."

Boro shook the blood stains on his blade and stepped forward, "Pack you up, I'll go find the old mouse again." ”

Where would the three of them be Boro's opponents in this situation.

The inhabitants behind the door couldn't help but cover their eyes, but curiosity prompted them to see the three severed bodies.

Boro wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve and walked back to a dark room, where a large light shone through the gap in the iron door, and Boro found the candle in the blood.

Lu Ce was stabbed by someone in absolute darkness, and there were many holes in his chest.

Boro didn't want the blood to stain the flint that Guna gave him, and remembered that he seemed to have two firesticks on his body and took them out directly. The bamboo was lit with flint, and then the candle was lit with the flame from the bamboo.

Stepping on the fishy juice under his feet to the closed door.

"Uncle......" Boro politely knocked on the door

The old man sat on a stone pier, the oil lamp was placed at the edge of the stone platform at hand, and in front of him were people whose faces were locked, their limbs were sealed, and the corners of their mouths were sealed by belts.

"Come in, it looks like I'm provoking a cat. The old man smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at Boro with the same kind face.

"Some of these people will soon become my most loyal subordinates. ”

"But there's no time left. Boro looked at the locked men in front of him, including a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child.

They look at themselves with fear, anger, and hope......

"You are not qualified to change others. Boro raised his sword as they watched.

The old man didn't look at Boro, but only at the most proud masterpiece of his life in front of him.

"And what can you do for them after that?" Bourro met the old man's gaze.

"Nothing can be done......"

(End of chapter)