Feeling depleted, Peters tried to get up from the corpse, but failed several attempts, and the last time he slipped his hand in the blood, and he fell backwards. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A pair of strong hands grabbed Peters' arm, it was Felix, he still stepped forward and reached out to support Peters, "Peters, these two people are guards of the Sheriff's Department, how did you get mixed up with them?"

In fact, Felix wants to ask: How did you get mixed up with these two "brothers"?

"I didn't..."

Peters covered his head in pain, trying to remember what had happened, but he was afraid to remember, "I don't know... I just remember drinking a lot of alcohol at the time... and...

Oh my God, have I been abandoned by the god of the dawn? I don't see a little light, I don't see a little hope!"

Seeing that Peters was showing signs of emotional outburst, Felix shouted violently: "Peters, calm down! What you have to do now is to forget everything that happened tonight!

The two guards on the ground, you just have to say that they have become heartless!"

"Really?"

Peters wasn't afraid to kill, but he was afraid of being pursued by the Sheriff's Office, and if Jerome knew he had killed the guards, he might have cut off his head himself.

Listening to Felix now, things seem to have taken a big turn for the better, "Felix, you didn't lie to me?

Looking at the staggering group of people in the house, Felix had to admire the luck of these people.

The men were clearly succumbed to the sleep potion and lay on the ground as if they were dead, which allowed them to escape the attacks of ghouls and heartbreakers.

Felix glanced at Peters, he was a little strange, why was Peters not affected by the sleep potion, could it be that Peters had been exercising?

Felix, who thought of this reason, glanced at the two unclothed corpses on the ground, and then at Peters, and at the same time his nose moved.

After that, Felix thoroughly confirmed his previous suspicions, and he understood what had happened between Peters and the two corpses.

He felt sick and nearly pushed Peters away.

But when he remembered that in his saddest moment, when Peters had taken him to wander through the flowers and let the woman soothe the wound in his heart, he held back the disgust in his heart and helped Peters to a stool and sat down.

Peters looked at Felix with a grateful expression, but as soon as Peters sat down on the stool, he immediately jumped up from the stool and let out a cry of pain from his mouth: "Ah!"

If Elan were here, he would have laughed and cried when he saw that his psychic suggestion had achieved such a remarkable effect.

"Forget it, I'll just stand..."

Peters' face flushed with a tearing pain, and he clenched his teeth and clenched his hatred, "Bastard! I'm going to sell all the women of their family to the Moulin Rouge!

Felix, you're going to help me, aren't you?"

"Well," Felix replied to Peters lightly, not dwelling too much with Peters on this issue, but about what happened in the fortress, and roughly told Peters.

Finally, Felix said, "Peters, it's time for you to think about your future!

Because we don't have the ability to resist, we can only passively accept any arrangement from the goddess of doom!

The goddess of doom wants us to taste the sufferings of the world, and we must eat them bite by bite!

Peters, are you willing? Don't you want to knock the goddess of doom to the ground and kill this?"

"How could I be willing?" Peters yelled at Felix with a hideous face, "I already have the opportunity to control my own destiny, and I wanted to relax tonight, but this happened!"

Felix, don't worry, you will soon see that a new me, a me who can control the fate of others, and this experience of being captured by robbers is the most humiliating thing in my life, and it will also be the most important turning point in my life. ”

Felix didn't know where Peters' confidence came from, but it was good that his friend was able to pick himself up again, and he supported Peters, who was limping with his legs slightly apart, back to the rest place of the Sheriff's Office.

A dull and depressed atmosphere enveloped the guards in the room.

Most of these guards are from declining aristocratic families, and they are all elves, unlike the members of the guards of the Black Swan Castle, most of them are humans.

Although they are declining aristocratic families, they have not suffered much since they were young.

After passing Jerome's training, they all think that they have been reborn, and the empire will ultimately depend on them to sustain them.

Unexpectedly, the monster of reality gave them a hard slap, and many guards began to regret why they didn't choose not to stay at home in the first place.

Although the life of the family cannot be compared with those big nobles, but drinking a little wine, joking with the dancers, bullying and bullying the commoners in the trading market, this kind of relaxed and carefree life, they actually gave up?

Gave up for the sake of inexplicable imperial glory?

Jerome had motivated the guards not long ago, and when he found that it didn't work, he was already planning to replace them all as soon as he returned to Hafenga.

Anyway, there are many declining nobles who are not satisfied with their current life and want to join the Public Security Department, and there are more people who are desperate for the empire.

It doesn't matter if they fail, but if they lose their sharpness and guts, it won't be so easy to pick them up again, and Jerome doesn't have the patience to comfort and persuade them.

"Sister, Elan's okay, right?" Little Lori, who called Christina to Elan, covered her mouth with her hand and asked Christina in a low voice.

Christina put her nose to Elan's chest, sniffed Elan's body carefully, and said in surprise: "Elan's fine!

I've only heard that after the dervishes have trained their bodies to a terrifying level, they can manipulate every vital activity of the body, so that it is not difficult to eliminate toxins from the body.

Little Lori didn't listen to Christina's words, she knew that Elan was fine.

Christina's later words were not for little Lori, but for her own words.