"I don't think so. Godor fidgeted and walked around the room, rubbing his eyes, not knowing why their eyelids kept jumping. He's been thinking about the question, where did Cred and Ken go. He had mobilized all his strength to find them wherever he could, but they disappeared silently as if they had disappeared.

He complied with Plando's arrangement, found three unsatisfactory fellows from the bottom of the gang, and promised to give them a captain and a sum of money once they came out. He also beat the three of them out of human form at Plando's request, and so far no bad news has come. He and Plando are in the same group, if he is unlucky, Plando will definitely not be able to escape, without his cooperation, Godor would not have been able to fool the test with three specious people.

But the problem is that he always feels that something is not right, but with his brain can't think of so many things, he can only become more and more irritable.

He wanted to ask Wood, but thought of what Plando had said to him privately, and rejected the idea. Wood has been "eliminated", in fact, since he couldn't solve this matter well, he has been eliminated. There is no way that the people behind him can support a person who can't do even such a little thing. Those big people need good tools, not tools to bother themselves.

Godor has been able to get to this point smoothly for so many years, in addition to his own efforts, but also the appreciation of the boss above.

At that time, he was only at the bottom of the gang, and he and a few other equally young teenagers parked the cars and washed the horses for the big men outside the theater door.

It was a rainy day, and a big man stepped out of the carriage, and a servant opened a black umbrella for him, covering his face tightly. All he could see was the beautiful suit on the other's body, the shiny leather boots under his feet, and the white scarf hanging around his neck.

The big man trampled on a puddle of stagnant water as he dismounted, and the muddy sewage left some stains on his fine and high-end leather boots. Just when no one else knew what to do, Godor had an idea, and he crawled at the feet of the big man, braving the rain, bowing his head, and wiping the other's boots clean with his sleeve. When he looked up, only a slightly hoarse voice in his ear asked him - what is your name.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, showed a smile that he thought was the most perfect, and returned to him—Godol, my name is Godor!

The big man walked straight into the theater with his stunned expression, as if it were just a boring time in his life that wasn't worth bothering to leave in his mind. Faced with the strange eyes of his companions, Godol just walked back from the heavy rain to the eaves at the entrance of the theater, silently waiting for his next chance.

On the ninth day, a guy in a trench coat and top hat found him and asked him a question.

"Do you dare to kill?"

Godor nodded vigorously, "Dare, stab here with a knife, and you'll die!" he held out his finger and nodded on his chest, and the man handed him a note with two names on it, as well as an address and time.

Only thirteen-year-old Godol stole the only kitchen knife in the house that could be used to chop vegetables, which was very badly worn, and sharpened the knife all night by the well behind the house. The next day, he didn't rest, went directly to the location on the note, and then quietly waited for the two people who changed their fate.

From that day on, Godol had a backer, and only then did he achieve what he is today.

He's not a good brainer, but he's definitely the best knife for the big guys. His boss tells him that if nothing else, he will support Godol as the chief of the Tennell Regional Police Department in the election in two years' time, but before that can he wash himself of the dirt and pick a successor who is equally obedient and useful.

He is not good at using his brain, so most of the time all he needs to do is follow orders and carry them out. After thinking about it, he decided to ask the boss for his opinion.

The inconspicuous car slowly stopped in an alleyway, and when the two patrol officers were about to come over and tell the driver that they couldn't park here, they saw the sign on the car, and very wisely chose to keep silent and walk away silently.

After walking two blocks through the alley, Godol walked outside a house not far from the town hall and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a butler with gray, slightly curly hair, dressed in a very modest tuxedo and a bow tie. He looked up and down at Godol, who had lifted the brim, frowned slightly, and closed the door. He waited about three minutes before the butler opened the door again, but this time the butler stood slightly further back and gave way to the door.

As he entered the humble house, Godol took off his hat, carefully held it in his arms, and followed the butler to the garden behind the house. An old man dressed like a farmer with eyes was holding scissors, pouting his buttocks, carefully leaning in front of a flower pot and cutting a branch with the scissors in his hand. Neither the butler nor Godor spoke, nor made any sound, but stood at the edge of the garden, and watched quietly as the old farmer-like man worked for nearly an hour until he put down the scissors.

"What's going on?", the old man took off his mud-stained gloves and washed his hands in a basin in the shape of a twin goddess, "you know, you shouldn't be here. ”

The slightly hoarse voice was the same as that night many years ago, Godor unconsciously lowered his head, folded his chest, bent down, and showed humility in his tone, "There is something I don't quite understand, come and ask you." ”

The old man didn't have too many smiles on his face, a character like him shouldn't have met Godol, if it weren't for Godor helping him cut out a lot of people who shouldn't exist in the first place over the years, he wouldn't have had the status he has today. He tilted his head and looked at Godol, "Say it and I'll listen." As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shoulders and walked to the wooden door, where Godor hurriedly stepped out of the way and followed.

He told everything that had happened in the past few days, in every detail. The old man who had taken off his jumpsuit was changing his clothes, and his movements suddenly stopped, and his backhand was a slap in the face of Godol, and the snap was heard throughout the house. There were some small footsteps on the second floor, and the old man's face softened slightly, and he walked to the study, "Get in here!"