The gloomy alley scurried into a kerosene-only room, and the strong sour smell made Al slow his breathing. He didn't make any expressions to irritate the sensitive Alex.

There were only three of them in the house, and his friend had visible scars all over his body, whips, knife wounds, cigarette butt burns, and a soldering iron carved into his face with the word thief.

He handed the nutritional potion he had brought from his backpack to Alex. "If you need anything, come to me again. ”

Munitions are not so easy to get, and that's what they need. Alex clenched his fists and hummed uncalmly.

"How could they hurt you like this. Al pondered his words.

Alex saw that Al was carefully taking care of his emotions, and a feeling of emotion arose in his heart, but he stubbornly refused to show it.

"Deka, this friend of mine, stole Mrs. Goldsmith's necklace and was arrested. The brutes had already injured him like this when I went to save him, and I ...... all the way They...... That kind of strength, I should have been caught a long time ago...... And...... How could the slave owner come out on his own with such a trivial matter? They are ...... They deliberately brought me to you, and they specifically kept Deka near your house...... Their target is you?!"

Struggling at the bottom, having tricked Brut many years ago, Alex is naturally a smart man. After thinking about it carefully, he found the problem and hurriedly reminded Al anxiously. But since Al came to ask this specifically, he naturally found out that something was wrong, so why do you need him to talk more.

Alex laughed at himself, yes, the financial officer promised by the young master of the big family, how can he compare.

A little and suddenly changed his face, and Al-Lai was here to remind him intentionally.

Goldsmith was afraid he would kill them.

He looked back at the dark door, silent pressure and fantastical fear hanging over him.

"Alex, they shouldn't be so quick to do it because they are afraid of my idea, or even find someone else to do it without a trace. Be careful. Al reminded Alex sincerely.

They should have known very well that Al had little to do with Alex, and if it weren't for Al who happened to want to ask him about the card, they wouldn't have taken it to heart. After all, Goldsmith had no ill will towards him, and let him take advantage of the unspeakable.

But speculation is speculation, and being picked out and exposed is another situation, which is a blatant mockery that Aurett is a fool, and he must respond, or endure it in humiliation and become the laughing stock of high society for the rest of his life. Either you have to face the big slave owners of the empire.

It can be said that this tail, Goldsmith is cleaning for Allai.

It's better that no one comes to ruin their relationship just right, and Alex better die silently in the fight of the gangsters.

Everything can be called perfect, elegant high society practices.

Alex couldn't figure it out, he was just an ordinary person who couldn't understand the callousness of having to clean up when the tools of high society ran out.

"I see, Al. Thank you" Alex himself knows that his gang is all teenagers, and he has been purged by other gangs for reasons in the past few days. He thought it was the reason for his fall, but he didn't expect that it was really going to take his life.

Alex did not take his anger out on Al, believing that Al had brought disaster upon him.

He is a man with a strong heart, and he is played with because of his weakness. If he was strong enough, he wouldn't be used as a raft to cause trouble for his friends just because he knew Al.

He immediately packed up his things decisively and prepared to take Decca away.

"Alex, one more thing. Do you remember where you got a card you gave me?" Al hurriedly asked his main purpose, the mysterious card was so strange.

"I'm sorry, I didn't give it to you, you might have made a mistake. I'm sorry I didn't congratulate you then."

Seeing Alex's affirmation, Al was cold.

A shadow hung over him.

When he returned to his house at night, he was sleepy from the fatigue he had not felt since the injury and the exertion of the previous night. But the palpitating feeling of being calculated made him unable to sleep peacefully.

He felt like he was caught up in a strange conspiracy.

At this time, it is natural to ask parents for help. He made plans to go home the next day for help, and was a little relieved.

Al got up late again, and after the morning exercise, he listened to Matilda's report on the week while eating breakfast.

The shops and estates under the name of Lord Thun are very profitable from the imperial capital. Of course, it is certainly not as good as the magic workshop backed by the military department. But it is enough to maintain a decent life for a family.

"Young Master Al, the four knights want you to inspect the manor and reassure the people. Since the death of Lord Thun, the people below have been in turmoil and unstable. This is not good for your position. ”

"Well, you can arrange it. I may have something to attend to in the past two days. ”

"Then it's Thanksgiving Day next week. "Tentatively," Al said uncertainly.

The tenth day of the week is a day of rest and a day of thanksgiving to the gods.

Matilda then reported on what goods were bought into the shops under his management, and how much profit they made. Matilda knew very well that Al was not interested in these things and only listened to the results, and the report was very concise and clear.

The more Al was like this, the more Matilda felt trusted. He knows his students very well, not the kind of second ancestor who doesn't pay for ordinary things. As long as the result is set, the professional will be handed over to the professional to do, and it is very comfortable to work for this kind of person.

Compared with those who don't know anything and like to point fingers and want to prove themselves, I don't know where the level is.

After Ali prepared a gift for his home, Al went straight back.

When Madame Masty heard that Al was coming back, she knew that he was in a position not to return, and she took a leave of absence.

Hearing Al's concern, Mrs. Masty comforted her young son, who was a little flustered.

"There are so many things that want to get Oret's bloodline, it's nothing. As long as one is born, the family will know, and naturally someone will deal with it. Although they used some means, it didn't hurt to give them some illusions to continue dating. Don't you like weird things like magic, ask them for them, and there are a lot of people like them running outside. "Lady Masty, who came from a large family, was not a moody person, but taught her son how to calculate.

"Speaking of which, my little darling, if you fancy someone, you have to bring it back to your mother to see, but you can't make a private claim. If you are as angry with me as your brother, I will never recognize you again" Mrs. Masty looked proud of the fact that her son was being scrambled, which proved that his son was favored even if he was separated. When I turned around and talked about my brother Tao, I was angry that my son was older, and I had a daughter-in-law who forgot my mother.

I didn't feel that my youngest son was too young and there was nothing unsuitable.