"I know there are a lot of people who want me to die, and they've been waiting for a long time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Crick sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by Emmiway to walk slowly down the streets of Keene City, scanning the pedestrians on the streets, using his special abilities to search for those who were particularly unfriendly, and chatting casually, "But I'm not going to make them happy so soon, of course I'm going to die, but not now." ”

Emmivi barely managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded, "Hmm".

"I know you don't believe me now, and you all think I'm dying. Tell you, I really have a long way to last!" Creek said with a smile, but he couldn't help coughing as he spoke, he covered his mouth with his hand, coughed heavily, and then casually put his hand in his pocket, but Emmiway could clearly see a scarlet in his palm.

Her body trembled a little, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears.

Creek didn't care, wiped his hands clean in his pocket, and then, suddenly, pointed to a beggar on the side of the road.

"Catch him. He said calmly, "I'm going to talk to him." ”

The guards immediately outflanked him left and right, and the beggar's face changed greatly, and he jumped up, and his movements were unusually vigorous. He was very vigilant, and he didn't mean to jump over the wall desperately, so he hurriedly ran away, but after only a few steps, he was hit by a white light from behind, and fell to the ground trembling.

Crick put down his glowing wand, coughed lightly twice, and smiled as the guards raised their hands and feet, bringing the "beggar" to himself.

"The weak shock ray just makes you incapacitated, it doesn't make you unable to speak. "Now, let's talk," he said mildly. ”

The beggar looked at him in alarm, without any intention of talking.

Crick smiled slightly and continued: "Faith Lindell, although I haven't heard of your family name, I don't think it's a famous family, but you are also a nobleman after all, why do you want to be a spy?"

When these words were spoken, the beggar's face suddenly turned pale and full of despair.

"Why do you know?" he asked in a silent voice.

"Haha, secrets, everyone has their own secrets. Crick smiled and said, "Now, can you answer my question?"

Faith Lindell was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "Kill me, give me a way to die as a spy." ”

"I can't put a man to death for this. Crick laughed, "Why don't you do something for me, at least I'll give you a job that won't insult your last name." ”

Feith's eyes widened for a moment, and his face showed a clear expression of struggle, but it eventually turned to frustration.

He was about to refuse, but Crick said, "I'll see by your expression, but I'm not a brutal person who kills people casually - guards, send him to prison, put him in the inner room, don't let him escape." ”

One of the guards pulled out a magic rope, waved his hand, and a rope thicker than his thumb tied Faith like a caterpillar, and carried him in the direction of the barracks.

Keane's prison was originally in the Lord's House, but Crick moved it to the barracks last year - he felt that he could only be truly relieved that the dangerous elements were still guarded by the army.

"Was that guy special?" asked Emmivi curiously after Faith had been sent away.

Crick smiled and said, "This person is not very strong, but he has a good talent. If he can be properly cultivated, he can become a great weapon. To die as a spy so inexplicably is a waste of his talent!"

(All attributes are fourteen, but their own level is only two levels of swordsman and two levels of spy...... This person can choose any direction to cultivate, and he can steadily step into the middle class. If you help him find a career that requires a balance of ability, he may even be able to step into the upper echelons!

Not only that, but Feith's friendliness to him is not very low. Although he is a spy by profession, his friendliness is also forty, I don't know if it is because he has seen many good people and good deeds in Kean Territory, or is he very high in opinion of his lord? And after the uproar just now, Feith's friendliness has actually increased to forty-five ...... If it goes on like this, as long as it takes a little more effort, you will definitely be able to convince this person who must have stories and hardships hidden in his belly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Let's go, continue the round. He said to the guards, "I'm in good spirits today, and I'm going to make a tour of the whole of Keane." ”

...... He did what he said, although the price of doing what he said was coughing up blood again on the way back.

When he returned to the Baron's Palace, everyone was very worried, and more than one subordinate persuaded him to cultivate well. He smiled at this and asked, "If I recuperate well, can my condition improve and even recover?"

The subordinates were all dumb and speechless.

Even if they want to open their eyes and talk nonsense, nonsense "as long as you recuperate, you can recover", you have to see who you are facing. What kind of person is Crick Keane? That is the virtuous saint who created the "Pearl of Thunder" with his own hands! Who can lie to him? Who can do that?

Crick refuted everyone in one sentence, smiled, and said, "Really, you're too worried. It's true that my physical condition is getting worse day by day, but it's actually a long way from getting sick and dying. I think if you continue to worry so much, maybe I'm not dead, and you're going to scare yourself out of the way. ”

Everyone laughed bitterly, and the matter was revealed.

Two days later, Crick ran to see Fez.

Firth was unfettered and locked up in a sturdy cell, talking to Creek through the bar, with a mid-level bard with a wand watching over him, making sure he couldn't go out and hurt Creek.

The minstrel was called Schedel, and he was almost fifty years old. He had been operating in the north, but he had offended a very powerful enemy and had to flee to the south. For safety, he asked for a job with as little exposure as possible, and Crick asked him to go to prison, which he pondered for a moment and agreed.

Keanling's prison was not as dirty and dark as your average prison, not only was it clean and well-lit, but most importantly, there were no cruel and horrific punishments, and there were no desperate prisoners - Crick's style was that if a person was worth saving, he would not let the other despair, and if it was not, then it was not necessary to waste time on torture.

Xue Del, the prison warden, has a good life, reading books and singing every day, except for rarely going to the ground to avoid being discovered by the enemy, in general, it is quite nourishing. Recently, he has even started writing novels, saying that he wants to follow the example of the famous novelist "Thuvarier von Stolofsky Franz" and write stories that can warm people's hearts and inspire young people.

In the days that Faith had been imprisoned, Shedel had made small talk with him several times. Despite Firth's efforts to keep it a secret, he was tricked out in front of a bard who was good at inquiring.

Naturally, all this information was sent to Crick's desk, and he read it carefully. It was precisely because of reading these materials that Crick decided to come to Faith now to have a good talk.

"What are you going to do with your relatives at home?" he said straight to the point, "if you want, how about I send a few people to cooperate with you and bring them to Keane to live in?"

Feith's eyes lit up, and his friendship level immediately rose to sixty. But he thought about it for a while, then sighed deeply and shook his head.

Crick frowned, wondering where he had made a mistake.

He thought about it for a while, but he still couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help but be a little upset, and couldn't help but cough a few more times.

Hearing his cough, Feith's mood became even more depressed.

So Crick understood.

"You're worried that my sister won't be able to keep her territory after I die, and your family will still be unlucky, right?"

Faith shook slightly, and raised his head.

"Your worries are unnecessary. Crick smiled, "Who am I? I am Crick Keane! My name is legendary! Among the most influential people in the world today, I can count them on one hand better than me! Don't say that I can't die so soon, even if I die, I will leave enough means, enough means to hold the territory!"

"No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how brilliant his plan is, he is weak in the face of death. Faith sighed and said, "Your insistence that you won't die soon means that your heart is in turmoil." ”

Crick didn't laugh angrily, he wasn't afraid that Faith would argue with him, but he was afraid that the other party wouldn't open his mouth like a saw-mouthed gourd.

"I have always believed that 'practice is the only criterion for testing the truth', whether the truth is right or not, it is useless to talk about it, just use practice to prove it. He laughed and said, "I'm more experienced than you are with things like illness and death." Would you like to compare your eyesight with me?"

Faith thought for a moment and shook his head: "I'm not as good as you." However, everyone knows that your time is short, so it won't be that everyone is spreading rumors. ”

"You're smart, but have you ever thought about why this kind of thing should be kept secret, but why does it spread to everyone?"

Faith was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes grew brighter and his face began to glow.

"It seems that you have figured it out, so it is not in vain that I trust you to tell you this secret. Crick smiled, and seeing that Fez's friendliness had risen a little more, he asked Xedel to open the prison.

"Okay, now you go take a shower, eat and drink well, and recuperate. I'll arrange for someone to discuss the plan of action with you, and make sure nothing goes wrong. Crick turned to leave, and unsurprisingly heard Firth get down on one knee behind him and swear allegiance to him.

He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and the clouds were light.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you. ”

When he was out of prison, he walked a little more, and then he stopped suddenly, his face flushed, he covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed violently, and a lot of blood spilled from his fingers.

After coughing, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and hands with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

"No wonder it took Xiao Lizi twenty-three years, five shocks before and after, and finally picked up the little golden man. It's not easy to perform!" )