It's just that Gilderoy had just turned his back and carefully put old Cook into the carriage, and before he could stand up straight, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck as if someone had blown a breath of cold air and stood up suddenly.

Gildero subconsciously dodged forward, and felt a heavy punch from his junior, which made him stagger forward a few steps, and his heart was sweet for a while.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, this punch would have landed on the fragile back of his neck, and I believe that even with his first-level awakening strength, he would have fainted to the ground.

Seeing that the punch was missed, the elder Cook slammed the window on the other side of the carriage with the only crutch he had left, and then he drilled through the hole, and his movements were so quick that he could not see that he was still clumsy just now.

"Stop him, old bastard. Gilderoy shouted angrily, who would have thought that an old lame man in the slum could have such skill and cunning, and until now he had not figured out where he had revealed his flaws.

The other two brocade-clad men hurried down the street on the other side of the carriage, but the elder Cook was nowhere to be seen, except for the coat that was used to keep the wood chips at bay.

"In the corridor opposite, go up. On the contrary, Gildero, who was blocked by the carriage, saw very clearly, and the thin body of old Cook sprang into another equally dilapidated and dirty tube building at an incredible speed, and ran to the second floor in just a few breaths.

Several people chased after them, but unfortunately, except for Gildero, the other two could not keep up with the speed of Old Cook and were quickly thrown off.

Even though Gildelow was in hot pursuit, the building was not as simple as it seemed, passing through the corridor on the third floor, another open space outside the window, with chicken and duck coops built haphazardly, and beyond that there were alleyways and a labyrinth of buildings that seemed to never get out.

If it weren't for the fact that Cook Sr. was getting slower and slower, Gildero would probably have made a big blow this time.

As a caretaker who has been trained since childhood, this is simply a shame for him.

But who could have predicted in advance that it would be so troublesome to deceive and kidnap a sick old lame man in the slums, and it was enough to be cautious and make a fuss about dispatching an awakened person like him.

The old Cook in front of him was getting slower and slower, and his feet were lame, after all, it hurt the fundamentals, and the outbreak of awakening made the originally fragile muscles and ligaments unbearable, and now being able to stand was the result of his extreme patience.

In desperation, Old Cook stopped, turned and leaned against a shelf built around the corner, his chest rising and falling, wheezing violently.

"Ha, a veteran, what a surprise, how did you find out?" Gilderoy asked as he approached within ten meters, but cautiously did not continue to step forward, but pulled out the dagger hidden in his back and pointed at Old Cook.

"Sword belt. ”

"What?"

"I mean, your sword belt exposes you. ”

"What the hell are you talking about? There are thousands of such sword belts in the city. ”

"That's right, there are far more than a few thousand sword belts of the same leather and style, and at least a hundred thousand have been sold in the past ten years, and those real Young Master Philip's subordinates have indeed replaced this kind of sword belt with obvious characteristics of the Holy City. ”

"Don't fool the old guy, if you struggle, your injuries will be worse, if you don't have that shelf, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand anymore. As he spoke, Gildero carefully moved forward, looking for the best time to make a move.

Old Cook's face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his right hand was secretly groping for something on the utility shelf behind him.

"Young man, you've already won the battle, why be so grumpy.

Don't you want to know what's wrong with your sword belt?"

"What's the problem?" Gilderoy looked at the hand that Old Cook had placed behind his back, and took another cautious step closer.

"You may seem to forget that this is the cobbler's quarter, where all the furs in the whole Florgun and the surrounding area are processed on a basic basis.

The people who live in this area may be coolies, craftsmen, and flower snakes, but anyone can clearly identify the bleaching and dyeing process used for this sword belt, and whose potion is used.

Although the style and color are exactly the same, the subtle differences in the taste of the potion are not fooling.

Old Thor died two years ago, so his family's potion was discontinued two years ago.

Of course, what you may buy is inventory, but what really exposes you is another thing. ”

"What's the matter?" Gilderoy finally came within five meters of Cook against the wall, from where he could already deliver a fatal blow.

"You, and your men, have a thick callus between their thumb and forefinger, the result of a long period of practicing the sword-drawing technique unique to the Oak Swordsman Academy of Orion.

Unfortunately, I also have a piece on my hand. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cook reached out his right hand from behind and struck Gilderoy first.

Gideroy dodged to the left, and a metal scale slammed into the wall with the sound of the wind, and the crumbling wall struck him in the back.

The dagger in his hand stabbed Cook in the ribs like lightning, but unfortunately he had to live, so Gildero sensibly avoided the point.

As if anticipating his attack, Cook reached forward to Gildero's wrist with his other hand.

But Gideroy is younger after all, and he has real skills to defeat those opponents and become a team leader, but he deceived Cook with a light feint on his wrist, and the reverse side of the dagger smoothly cut into the opponent's weakness.

If nothing happens, the damage would have been enough to break Cook's will, dissipate what little strength he had left, and collapse in his arms.

Finally stabbed old Cook in the body, but there was no expected touch, only felt the dagger stab on a hard object, but he didn't notice that the other party threw the scale in the hand holding something.

A sharp stinging pain came from under Gildero's armpit, and with a scream he kicked Old Cook out and touched his armpit.

His hand was bloody and red, and his entire right arm couldn't be raised, and Old Cook secretly regretted his old age, and the rapid loss of physical strength made the fatal blow that he had been brewing for a long time miss by half an inch.

Otherwise, Gildero would never have had the strength to stand up again.

He stumbled up the side window and climbed out, but what awaited him was not the fishing nets of his memory, but the thick arms of a man.

Gilderoy poked his head out of the window, looked at Cook, who was tied hand and foot, and shouted, "Take him back, I'm going to take care of this old fellow tonight."

Damn it!"

The two men who had been guarding below glanced at each other, one went out to contact the carriage, and the other stayed where he was, guarding Cook, who had fallen unconscious.

A quarter of an hour later, two little ones, only thirteen or fourteen years old, came out of the corner and ran in the direction of the samurai branch of the seminary.

Soon after, William held a silver headband in his trembling hands, his thin lips were bitten by him and bloodless, and the anger in his eyes seemed to shoot out.

But he looked at Chand and Duke not far away, but after all, he didn't dare to say anything, and asked the calm figure in the corner, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

The man brushed the non-existent dust on the hem of his clothes, and said with a smile: "It's just a trivial favor, tonight at eight o'clock in the evening, Kuju Bar, you come alone, naturally someone will tell you what to do."

Trust me, it's really simple, and soon you'll be able to see your adoptive dad come home safe and sound.

Oh, by the way, your neighbor's mother and daughter didn't knock on the door at the appointed time, as if they were a little worried, this little problem must not be difficult for you, right?"

Two minutes later, Willian was back on the training ground, casually strapping his wristband.

Gerald leaned over, grabbed William's thin body, and asked with concern, "Is something going on?" ”

William avoided Gerald's eyes weakly, looked at the iron-gray wristband on his wrist and said, "It's nothing, Daddy can finally go downstairs by himself, and let someone send me a message to tell me that he is going to meet an old friend."

Let me pick him up later, I'm sure I'll get drunk again.

I'm afraid tonight's evening class will be delayed. ”

Gerald patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I'll help you talk to Chander, and he'll agree."

You've been practicing so well lately that once in a while you go home and take a break. ”

William said uneasily: "Or I'll say it myself." ”

Gerald waved his hand and turned to leave, "Leave it to me." By the way, Aunt Gilna's stew is very good, you can bring some back tomorrow, it smells like a mother. ”

"Thank you, Aunt Gilna will be glad to have someone to appreciate her craft. William looked at Gerard's back, but his heart kept sinking.

"Well, go early and come back early, although you can't participate in this training, but you can help us manage equipment and logistics. ”

It wasn't until the end of the training that William couldn't wait to find a reason to leave, holding a black belt tightly in his hand, and a few small letters W· L.S., that's exactly what he bought materials to make for his dad after he got his first paycheck.

Walking on the brightly lit streets, William unconsciously wanted to go into those narrow alleys and shadows, just like the secrets of his heart did not dare to be exposed to the light.

Even if he hadn't seen the mastermind behind it, William knew that as a destitute little man, he could not find a reason for these people to play with intrigue except for Philip, who had just sworn allegiance.

He measured the five kilometers with his own feet, step by step, and he was calming himself down in this way.

Or that no matter what the other party's request is, the result is the same, whether it is big or small, it represents the same nature, that is, betrayal.

And he wanted to use this time to figure out what kind of decision he was going to make.

In any case, for a child who is only 17 years old, such a choice is extremely cruel when he is just finding the light in life.