"Hey, are you still alive?" Franks seemed to turn around, and the sound of his turning movements was rather muffled, which made Brunei wonder if there was still something wrong with his consciousness, "Hmm-if you die, it will be more troublesome, right?"

"It's going to be a hassle. The voice of the thin, ghost-looking man in the black robe rang out, he seemed to be still near the doorway, he had not moved at all, and even the sound of his breathing was imperceptible, and Brunei thought for a moment that he was no longer here, "whether he was or not—he didn't deserve to die here." ”

Their purpose was not a ransom, and, as it sounded, they were not even targeting the Scali or the Miltrov family, but Brunei Darussalam. The guy who inquired with Jamie at the time - in retrospect, Jamie's description was similar to the first black-robed man, and if not the same, their clothing was similar.

The naïve idea that he had forgotten about it when he saw the kidnapping letter and wishfully thought that it would probably be a low-probability event such as the kidnappers stepping on the point meant that Brunei's vigilance had begun to relax. Maybe it's the existence of cheat codes that makes him feel that he has an absolute hole card, or maybe it's because he has lived comfortably and smoothly for too long, and Brunei has begun to treat even such dangerous incidents that directly threaten his life.

"Hmm...... Indeed, that's what it says. Franks' voice interrupted Brunei's thoughts, followed by his clear footsteps and a whisper that made Bruneith feel a little amused, "You're not dead, you're not dead, you're not going to die, are you?" Don't die, don't die, don't die......"

In any case, now is not the right time to regret the stupidity of the past. At least wait until the next time when it's relatively safe to do so, and then sort out the mistakes you've made. What needs to be done now is just to correct the problems that have been perceived.

This time, Franks stopped directly in front of Brunei's body, perhaps less than half a meter. He suddenly stopped talking—Brunei held his breath. The wound left by the amputated left arm was still gurgling and bleeding at an alarming rate, not a "tick-tock" sound but closer to the sound of pouring water from a cup.

To be honest, Brunei didn't feel any sharp pain unexpectedly, but listening to the voice, he began to feel chills all over his body. He felt that if he hadn't been in the dark, his eyes would have turned black in circles.

I don't know how long I waited - but in reality it may not be long, such a staggering amount of bleeding, it won't take long for the system to announce that he has lost the last bit of HP, and he will be declared dead. Brunei finally heard Franks suddenly let out a whining curse, "Hey, is that really that dead?

Carried away by anxiety or irritability or whatever else, Franks leaned down nonchalantly and reached out to probe Brunei's snort. After Brunei's back hit the wall, under the various amplifications brought by the low-level bloodthirsty technique and the accelerated reaction, it was not too difficult to land smoothly, and at this moment he was half-crouching on the ground. Franks probably did use "dark vision", and without the slightest hesitation, he placed his finger on the top of Brunei's upper lip with great precision.

Brunei's hand hanging on the ground clenched the handle of the short knife for a moment, lifted it up, and pushed it forward - "snort"!

The place where he started was not very good at eating, and it seemed that he had calculated the height very accurately, and stabbed the opponent in the stomach with a knife. Considering the length of the short knife, it may not be enough to penetrate Franks's muscular body, but if it goes well, it won't be a problem to mess up the stuff in his stomach - so, the first step is to turn the blade-

"W-ha!" Franks let out a sudden roar that made Brunei's ears buzz. I don't know if he was frightened or too excited, or if it was just a particle when he exerted his strength, but the muscles in his abdomen tensed violently with the two loud shouts, and they were as strong as a piece of iron, which made Brunei's attempt to make the blade spin in his stomach not go well.

Bruneith made a quick decision and changed his tactics, allowing the knife to slide in the direction of the blade, and although it was still blocked from time to time, it turned out that the quality of the short knife that Bruneith had exchanged for a whole pair of shoes in Don's over-the-top suit was quite trustworthy.

Franks' reaction was unsurprisingly swift, and after slamming the ground, his body floated as if it had suddenly lost gravity, and retreated backwards at such a rapid speed that Bruneith's short knife had completely withdrawn from his body before it could reach his chest.

Lord Kailan—Brunei had just remembered the name of the hapless fat woman who had been bitten to death by a wolf, and had used it in the battle between Brunei and the bald head—now seemed closer to the time of the trick, and although Brunei didn't know the name, he was impressed by the spell that made it seem as if it had completely disappeared from weight.

A few drops of Franks' blood splashed on Brunei's face, which was as hot as boiling water, and Bruneisi even subconsciously wanted to touch his face with his hand to see if it was burned, and then he reacted, probably because the body temperature was too low due to ischemia, and the temperature of Franks' blood should be nothing special.

"Aha! I knew this kid was still alive!" Franks' stomach should have been cut out by Bruneith, but he didn't seem to pay attention to it at all, and there was a "snap" sound, and Bruneith thought it should be the sound of his right hand clenching his fist in the palm of his left hand, "You kid, that's good." It's great indeed, and it's fun. ”

Brunei stood up, shook his body a few times, and finally stood on his feet.

Franks' words were not finished: "Let's not talk about the sneak attack at the beginning, after realizing our gap, knowing that it was a time-limited battle, but we were attacking with all our might from beginning to end - even if it was delaying, it was to get a better chance to attack." Impressive – however, it's not a sane choice. ”

Franks was silent for a few seconds before continuing, "Unless...... Unless you don't believe my rhetoric at all. The so-called 5-minute promise is not taken seriously at all. Consciously, at least subconsciously, you can only be safe if you kill me, at least make me feel threatened, and stand on a more equal footing with me. ”

Franks seems to be five big and three coarse, but in fact he seems to be the type who likes to think, and the words are also elegant and vulgar, and from time to time some words that do not quite match his image will pop up, in contrast, Brunei speaks much more colloquially: "...... Hmph, whatever you want. ”

"You know what? You're weird thinking. I don't mean it's dangerous – of course it's dangerous, both for others and for yourself. Franks' tone changed suddenly, "Do you know what I mean? There's also a companion of mine here, and although he hasn't done anything, I said that he's 'equivalent to a third-turn mage', right?

"......" Franks had a point, but now Brunei was not in the mood to think about those questions, a more important question was in front of him, and the system could read the urging sentence at any time: "Snort...... That's all right, you have to know everyone's thoughts, then you're living a really hard life. ”

"Uh-huh-hmm...... You have a point. Franks let out another weird laugh, "But, I'm thinking—"

Brunei interrupted him: "Don't think about it yet. You can't let me die, can you? I'm going to die right now, you understand? right now. So...... How about not fighting anymore?"

Brunei said, raising his legs and stepping, his body shook violently a few times, he felt that this was probably because the evil consequences of losing the left half of his body appeared, and it was normal to lose his balance all of a sudden, but he couldn't deny it, maybe it was because of excessive blood loss that his body was no longer obedient.

"Don't fight, you're incapacitated-" Franks scratched his head and walked to the corner on the other side, as if grabbing something, and let out a crashing sound of hard objects, "Hmm...... You know that if you can't die, the situation will change. Well, you look like you're really dying—so I'm going to have to give you the initiative. ”

As Franks spoke, a soft dull yellow glow emanated from the corner where he was, barely illuminating the room. Brunei knows this magic lamp, which can be lit for a long time with a mage's limited mental power, and unlike the Empire's street lamps that only light up when providing magic power, they are collectively called "Confederacy's ghost things" in the Empire, and they are very cheap to build, and they are one of the hottest commodities sold by the Commonwealth merchants when they pass through Taal Village. Brunei didn't notice it before, it turned out that there was still a table there.

"......" Brunei took his gaze back from the lamp, searched the ground, fixed himself on his left arm, which was lying flat on the ground, staggered over, picked it up, roughly aligned, and pressed it on the incision on his left side - thanks to the unbelievable sharpness of the Wind Blade, the smooth incisions were easy to put together.

"Please find me some bandages or something, but I can't do it, and I can roll a cloth that can hold this thing in place. ”

After saying that, Brunei took a deep breath and calmed his consciousness as calmly as possible. Then, he closed his eyes and began to chant to himself, leaving Franks and the other black-robed man to look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

[You used the healing technique, consumed 15MP, recovered 1D10=7HP, and the wounds on your body felt numb, and you could almost see your wounds growing granulations, accelerating healing. Current Status: HP=8/11, MP=8/8, Extra MP=306/500. 】

[It seems that it was really transferred, little Bruneith.] 】

With the help of the first black-robed man, Brunei used a bandage to tie his left arm around his body three times inside and three times outside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the black-robed man: "So, now, there is nothing to hide, right? Let's be honest and honest, what are you trying to do when you come to me?"