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Jo Valolet was told to wait for the beggar's king, and the 13 son was so dark that he could not see the waiter's face clearly.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door. The door opened, and the waiter made a standard bow. The room was quiet, and even the footsteps outside the door came with a comfortable low and heavy sound. First, the two guards walked in slowly, and the waiter who opened the door stepped back and let the two guards stand on either side of the door as if welcoming the procession.

The Beggar King walked in, and Joe wasn't sure. The dimness made it impossible for him to determine anything, but the sound of the footsteps was indeed different from what it had just been. As if he cared for the whole city, he implicitly announced his ownership of the city.

He slowly sat down in his chair, and the two guards stood to his left and right. As skilful as he had rehearsed countless times, he spoke, "Stranger under my roof, what made you step here?" ”

His words have a unique accent of the imperial capital, which is difficult to hear in today's day when people from all walks of life are pouring into the city, and only those who are really older in the imperial capital can hear it. The charming accent invisibly gives people a sense of intimacy, as if the old man is teaching the young man earnestly. His words were very soft, even in this quiet room, Joe could say so, his words were very light and needed to be listened to to be heard.

The people who talked to him all subconsciously lowered their voices, as if they were talking to a philosophical old man, he didn't like to fight, all he wanted was to have a friendly conversation, which was his first impression.

"Dear Lord Scott Bray, I am here for a reason. Joe said slowly, "My son, Johnny Vaolet is a good judge, a good son. Maybe not as good as the sages, but definitely worthy of dying without a problem. He is a native of the imperial capital through and through, having grown up in this city since he was a child and has dedicated himself to this city as an adult. He likes to study law because he says 'law is interesting rules, the product of concretizing what was once ambiguous justice, a work of art that turns dreams into reality.' So he became a judge. I don't know if the charges against him are true, but they must not be to the point of death by torture, right?"

"Johnny...... I've heard some rumors. Scott said.

"As it should be, Your Excellency, your eyes and ears are all around. Maybe more than I know. Jo began to weep and said, "I was told that they tortured him in prison a hundred times, and finally cut off his head in a cruel way. Every piece of his body was whole, there was not a single part of his face that was not stained with blood, and his death was a godsend relief. The beasts, who killed my son, and I have to admit that they were merciful enough to let him die. When the corpse was returned to me, I never dared to open the shroud to see his last face. My sons went to serve the Empire with faith and hope, and their reward was to throw back my corpse with other rude debris. I know I won't get justice in court, so I've come to you, Lord Scott. ”

So saying, the attendant who opened the door for the beggar king brought a bag of gold coins to the table.

Scott didn't even look at the money, got up and said to Joe, "Do you respect me, Lord Joe Vaolet?" and he walked over to Joe's side, making his low voice a little louder.

"Yes, Lord Scott. I respect you and I believe in you. ”

"You can't get justice in court, so you come to me, but you come with you a copper-smelling gold coin. Scott's words didn't change at all, they were still so peaceful, but the sense of oppression was a little more in his throat. There was a threat in the words, but the tone was calm and terrifying. "That's not a way of showing respect, is it? What do you think of me? a thug and assassin who collects money to eliminate disasters? Your family has been running mead and ale for generations, and almost all of the empire has been honored. Everywhere you can find on the map, you can buy your drinks. Money keeps pouring into your pocket, but you don't show me any respect. Because you don't think you need my help in the future, you think that your bribery and poor business skills can solve everything. What am I? just a person who will get into trouble and stain your deals. I don't see any respect you have shown me for, and now you're calling me like a cheap thug, tell me, Master Joe Vaollet, where is the respect you speak?"

"Lord Scott, I ......"

"Shhh......h Scott picked up the money bag on the table, the first time he looked at the bag of gold coins, "Now, put your money away." And I'll help you, and that's the beginning of our friendship. ”

"Dear Lord Scott, I don't know how to thank you. The feeling of fear had not yet faded from Joe's heart, and he couldn't believe what was coming out of Scott's mouth.

"This favor is owed first, and we will find a way for you to thank me one day. ”

Scott patted Joe on the shoulder, as low as his words, barely feeling the weight of a thousand pounds.

Saying that, Scott and the two guards walked out, and when they met the light at the door, Qiao saw that the legendary Beggar King was an inconspicuous old man. About 60 years old, it's the kind of elderly person who basks in the sun on a street bench. The two guards were dressed in military uniforms, and the man on the left hand had a shaved head, his face was covered with scars, and a large piece of the back of his head on the right side had lost his scalp, as if it had been cut off with a knife.

The other guard had a beard open but carefully trimmed. If you wear a dress, you can be called a gentleman who thinks that she is infinitely charming, and you will become the center of attention at any noble ball.

"Can I send you out?" The waiter in the room said.

Qiao was afraid that he had seen too much, so he immediately looked away and said, "Okay, please." ”

The waiter tied the black cloth around Joe's eyes as he had done when he came. Every time you reach the corner steps, the waiter will remind you carefully.

"Be careful with the wall on your left, if it's more reassuring to you, you can lean against the wall. ”

"There are stairs ahead, please slow down. ”

Every reminder is just right, and if you let a servant who is accustomed to listening to people's orders do it, I am afraid that it will not work.

By the time the black cloth band from Joe's eyes was removed, he was already standing in front of his mansion. Everything that just happened was like a dream after a nap, and it seemed very unreal.