Chapter 199: Where the Bloodline Comes From
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"It's a good day!"
"I'm starting to miss the joy of harvesting!"
Shouting excitedly, the corners of Bill's eyes drooped, but the center of his eyes arched quite high, and he smiled so happily!
The expression of the person who attacked him became more and more solemn, and the foodie man stepped on the wooden chair and rose into the air, and silver knives and forks appeared between his slender fingers, all of which flew towards Bill.
The shadow instantly formed a wall, but the silver knife and fork was inserted into the shadow wall, this special pure silver product seems to have a special inhibition effect on the power formed by the power of the shadow, and the high-density shadow wall is like a great enemy in front of the silver knife and fork!
The knife and fork were still squeezing into the thickening shadow wall inch by inch, Bill's vision was dead, his heart was creeping slowly, and some cold excitement was spreading.
Naturally, the black suit did not miss this good opportunity, and suddenly shot a sleeve arrow from his sleeve, pulled himself into the air with a rope mechanism, and shot from above over the curved black wall.
Bang Bang Bang!
The black suit is confident in his own attacks, and ordinary people can only focus on one thing when controlling their abilities.
When the liquid inside the silver syringe is injected into Williams, the shadow power in his body will instantly react with the specially treated metal mercury, causing the flesh to decay from within......
He calmly pulled the rope over Bill's head, and suddenly a powerful force pulled him, and he felt as if a hand was grabbing the leg of his trousers, and the sleeve arrow firmly fastened to the ceiling was no longer able to bear it, and the hand slammed him to the ground!
βShitοΌβ
Before the black suit could curse, the whole person smashed into the rotten synthetic wood floor, and the floor shattered, and he curled up in the pit of the broken floor in a difficult position.
The dutiful Shadow Eyeball passed the image to Bill as the black clothes raised his hand, and he only took two quick steps to the left behind the shadow wall, and the syringes were all inserted into the floor.
Dodging the attack of the black suit for the time being, the foodie man's attack did not stop, but he quickly gave up and continued to control the silver knife and fork through the thick wall.
His hands seemed to have silk threads, and his fingers suddenly pulled back and flicked, and the eight silver knives and forks immediately flew backwards, floating slightly and stopping in front of the foodie man.
The black wall retracted to the ground, and Bill came directly to the foodie man, who saw an Asian face with brown hair and a high-end watch in his messy casual clothes.
"Friend, what is your reason for attacking me?"
"You're thinking about my manor, too?"
Bill didn't smile, although there were some moves in the offense and defense just now, it was almost completed in a few seconds, and there were no wrinkles on his body due to defense, but the tavern had become bad in a small area.
"You should know better than we do that the contents of the Manor of Nardo are not something you can swallow alone, even if you are the rightful heir. β
The foodie man's hands were still in the air, and the silver knife and fork followed the nimble fingers up and down, and he didn't look very old, but his face was full of maturity that didn't match his age.
Bill was even more puzzled, he felt like he was about to be called out by something he had overlooked, but his brain couldn't remember the words that he should have remembered to describe it like amnesia.
He needed to get more words out of the mouth of the person in front of him, to sort it all out quickly and get the hang of it.
"How do you know I can't eat that thing myself?"
Smiling again and throwing out the question, the shadow eyeball kept being vigilant, and Bill's right eye was also pitch black, and the white eyeball was completely swallowed up by the darkness, and suddenly looked extremely hideous.
The foodie man's eyes suddenly crooked behind him.
He saw the woman with black glasses open the Complete Analysis of Phytotherapy and Nutrition again, indifferent to everything that was happening in the tavern, his offensive stance vanished, and the special silver knives and forks flew back into his sleeves and hidden.
"Of course I know you can't eat it, not only you can't eat it yourself, but now everyone in the Black Street Tavern can't afford to swallow it alone, unless the Black Street Emperor comes to deal with it himself......"
"But I don't think that the Emperor of the Black Street, who toiled day and night, would abandon her impregnable fortress and venture out in search of what was only possible. β
"Am I right, Boss Fit?"
The foodie man's gaze tilted in the direction of the stairs, and the man hiding in the shadows saw that he had been discovered, so he stepped out of the corner.
"It's a bad thing to hear the praise of His Majesty Cassiopaya from the members of the Gluttonous Alliance, and I will convey your words to Your Majesty, of course, only the first half of your sentence. β
The man who came out of the darkness was a little fat, dressed in a plain black suit, with a cigar in his mouth and stubble around his lips, unimpressed by the sarcasm of the foodie man.
Bill could tell that his beard was not unshaved because it was sloppy or lazy, and that the well-groomed stubble was the most important part of the formation of this obese manhood.
Like an overnourished mafia, with the most common smile on a businessman's face, he calmly walked to the center of the unsignified tavern.
He was followed by two men in uniform, one of whom Bill happened to know.
"Fat John, he's fatter than before. γ
"But how did he get mixed up with these people, and he became a powerhouse?"
Bill doesn't put on a boring show of old friends in front of everyone, and he and John aren't friends at all.
John followed the fat boss with his head down, and quietly looked up after stopping, only a little puzzled when he saw Bill, and did not suddenly shout that he knew.
Bill narrowed his eyes, with what he knew about John, it was definitely not his character to hold things in his heart, and there were only two reasons why he didn't shout it out.
"He didn't recognize me, or has he become more scheming than I thought in just a few months?"
"I'm inclined that he didn't recognize me, after all, my current appearance has changed drastically from when I first appeared in the Sivar mines. γ
"But the most critical question now is not John, but the powerhouses gathered in this tavern to target the powerhouses of the Nardo Manor, what do they want from the Manor?"
Slowly inhaling and exhaling, thinking about the Manor of Nardo and the goals of the Capable temporarily overpowered the restlessness in his heart, and now the seven people in the tavern are all Capable Beings.
Aside from the black suit that was already curled up under the floor, it was not a good choice to fight one against six, and the tavern owner had just revealed his identity to the black suit, so Bill also divided him into the hostile forces.
The fat bearded man and the black suit, John, and the man with the flower bow tie who walked with them were all wearing pure black high-end suits, and the styles were exactly the same, and it could be seen that these four people belonged to the same organization, and they were all members of the Black Street.
The relationship between the foodie man and the black-framed woman is uncertain, but if you look at the fact that the foodie man is sitting behind him with his black eyes, they probably belong to the same organization or are close friends.
"Boss Fit, I don't know what you're talking about, but I remember that in the rules of your dark street, you are not allowed to casually attack other organizational abilities, right?"
"Especially in the tavern that specializes in selling information in the Black Street. β
The foodie man raised his hands and shrugged his shoulders, his words revealed his fear of the fat boss, so he moved out of the black street rules to enhance his momentum.
"The rule that the Black Street is not active is used to restrain the subordinates with limited ability to disgrace the Black Street outside, and I have never let go of anyone who dares to make a joke about His Majesty Cassiopaya. β
When the fat boss said this, his eyes looked directly at the foodie man who began to dodge, and in a short temptation, the foodie man gave in.
The fat boss solved the matter of the foodie man, and finally turned his eyes to look at Bill, who was the most special at this time, he didn't look as serious as the black suit, but the momentum of the superior who emanated from the fat was perfect.
"Well, Mr. Williams Cliff, I apologize for the offense I have just made, I think they were too nervous before entering your manor to hear the wind and grass walk on thin ice. β
"If you don't mind, we hope to walk with you into the Manor of Nardo, after all, the witchcraft research left behind by your father has the opportunity to benefit the entire mysterious world,"
"And as my friend from the Gluttony Alliance said, you can't solve that big trouble alone, and cooperating with our Black Street is definitely the best choice. β
The fat boss's words were very decent, and Bill didn't seem to have any reason to refuse him, of course, because he didn't know what was in Naldo's manor, and he didn't know where the members of the Black Street got the news.
As for the appearance of the word father......
It suddenly reminded Bill of the thing that he had been ignoring since he got the inheritance statement!
"Williams' wizarding bloodline comes from my unmasked father!"
"Is it that I have only noticed this now, and that it is the attention to other things that has caused me to be so slow to discover the affairs of Williams himself?"
The dim light made Bill tired, and he felt a little drowsy, and Williams' body didn't seem to be very interested in the word father, but he saw that the fat boss was still waiting for his answer.
"I have no objection, if you are really sure that you can do better than me, even if you let you see it well, it doesn't matter, just let me hitchhike. β
"There's something wrong with the carriage I've rented, and I'm missing a means of transportation back to the estate, so it would be nice if Black Street was willing to give me a ride. β
This answer was unexpected by the fat boss and the foodie man, who thought that Bill would never agree to let someone into his home for inspection.
But if anyone knows that he is not the real Williams, they will be able to analyze this behavior, and then analyze more jaw-dropping information, and they will be able to deduce the secret that Bill has been hiding for a long time.
It's good that there aren't so many ifs.
"Of course we do, it is our honor to be with you, Mr. Williams, to witness the miracle of the Naldo Manor, and we plan to go to the Nardo Manor early in the morning, hoping to see you before nine o'clock. β
The fat boss replied unceremoniously that no one actually understood what was going on and around, but only Bill really didn't understand.
John was slightly stunned when he heard Bill be called Williams, and everyone knew that illiam's shrunken nickname was Bill.
Dark memories came flooding back one by one, and even if it was a long time ago, Bill had already left a scar in John's heart that could not even be erased by sulfuric acid.
"Heβhe's not going to be Bill, is he?"
"The silhouette isγIt's a little similar.,The color of the hair seems to be matched.,But but he's changed too much.,When will his eyes turn golden!"
John looked at Bill secretly, and quickly lowered his head when he saw Bill's gaze sweep, he didn't think he could hide himself behind others, but he really didn't know how to deal with it.
Bill smiled and told the tavern owner to open the room, and the last room in the tavern was successfully occupied, and the atmosphere in the closed tavern finally eased.
After Bill got the key and went back to his room to rest before heading to Nardo Manor, the fat boss also took people back to the room on the second floor that was furthest away from Bill.
The foodie man and the glass-framed woman are still on the first floor, and they seem to be planning to stay up all night doing some messy plans, but even the tavern owner has no idea how they communicate, only you have tried it yourself.
Bill arrives in the room, and the silence is eerily quiet, and he decides to let the Shadow Eyeball help him see his surroundings, and the Eyeball reappears, hiding in the darkness to observe.
But now he is lying in bed and just wants to sleep, in order to meet the more confused tomorrow, the dark clouds gradually drift into this blue sky, completely enveloping the moonlight behind the dark clouds......
Under the pressure of seeing and touching, Bill quickly falls into a colorless sleep, and at the last moment, he gives orders to the little robots before his consciousness disappears completely.
"If someone sneaks in in a moment, poke me with your weapons, poke me in the face, and don't poke me in any other strange place. γ
The little robots crawled out of their grips, and their hands and feet stiffened during this time nested in their holsters, but they swore yes.
Just as Bill fell asleep, the members of the Black Street gathered in the same dark room had different facial expressions.
Flower Bow Tie and John had scooped up the black suit that Bill had knocked into the floor, and he could only sit in this chair at the moment and communicate with the fat boss.
"Boss, what is the origin of that Williams, why did you say that you went to the manor with him, and with your strength, do you still need to cooperate with him?"
"And I don't think there's any truth to what the Gluttonous Alliance members said, although I don't know where they got the news that they were going to enter the manor, but it's uncertain whether that thing has really been studied......"
The black suit tilted his neck and said, he was full of unwillingness to be knocked unconscious by Bill, and the gray marks on his face had not been wiped clean.
The fat boss didn't answer for a while, he was still standing in front of the window smoking a cigar......
After a while, he finally closed the window.
His face was full of sadness, and he didn't know if he was worried about the affairs of the Black Street and the Holy See, or if he was thinking about how to solve the problem of the Nardo Manor being remembered by other organizations.
But when he returned to the couch, he regained the momentum of the superior in control.
"What we want is for Williams to determine what might happen, after all, Manor Nardo is legally his home. β
"And the energy contained in his body is very pure, and the ability he uses is also the easiest ability I have ever seen to use shadows, so I don't want to expose your abilities before entering the manor. β
"Although I don't know why the inheritance instructions that were stopped by the black street are firmly in his hands before it is all over, now that he is back, it is necessary for us to make friends before we turn our faces. β
"By the way, in the future, I will be less willful, more friends and more roads, after all, I can get to this point today because I have so many friends ......"