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Brockman and the others live in a dilapidated compound north of the city, where the hotel in Port Newin has not yet been rebuilt, and this is already a good place to rent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Here, Du Chen carefully compiled a list of his own origins, and casually said some of Brockman's own experiences that he knew and could speak, and the Earl of God in front of him nodded again and again, sighing.

Brockman also told his story, before the fish-man attack the port, he woke up alone on the beach, forgot everything, and came to Newinn Harbor alone and was recognized by several mercenary friends, only then did he know that his name was Brockman.

The mercenaries were carrying out the task of delivering goods to Newinn Harbor, and unfortunately caught up with the fish-men to ransack the city, their connectors were nowhere to be found, and the harbor was chaotic, so they had to stay in Newinn Harbor for half a month according to the agreement, if no one received the goods within half a month, then the single mission would be cancelled, and Brockman lived with them, and when the day came, these mercenaries would escort him home.

Hearing this, Du Chen asked, "Brockman, my best friend, if you don't mind, I can ......"

"No, I still want to be with these friends, so I won't bother you, Mr. Chelse!" Brockman refused Du Chen's 'kindness' before he could finish speaking.

"That's fine, you have these friends to take care of, I'm relieved!" Du Chen got up and dusted off his robe, which meant to say goodbye among the nobles.

got up to see Du Chen away, closed the door, Brockman's face immediately became gloomy, and his eyes swept over a few mercenaries in the room fiercely, and sneered: "Lucky! I actually met an old friend who was very close to 'me'......

"It's a big windfall!" the giant axe in the hand of a bald-headed mercenary Mosuo, "This Chelse seems to be very rich, should we ......?"

"I, God-given Earl, how could Brockman do such a thing as robbing and killing his friends?" Brockman shrugged and sneered, "we have something more important - the Star of Thuram...... Let's go, go to our real place of residence right away!"

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After Du Chen left the dilapidated courtyard, he held his son in one hand and rubbed the tip of his nose on the other, "It seems that Brockman really has amnesia, what happened to him?"

"Stupid Dad!" Alex in his arms suddenly pouted and raised his head in disdain. "Brockman just now is not Brockman!"

"Alex, what are you talking about? How could Brockman not be Brockman? I'm too familiar with Brockman, there is no difference in appearance, figure, or temperament, and that one just now is -- except that the temperament does have some slight changes, but this is also very reasonable, just because he really has amnesia, it makes sense that there are some changes in his temperament!" Du Chenqi said.

At this time, Harry hurriedly said: "Little master, Harry has been sniffing beside him for a long time, and his smell shows that he is a fake Brockman, uh, the smell of blood on his body is so strong that it almost irritates my nose and is almost sick!"

Bone Removal also said: "It won't be wrong, I have seen Brockman make a move in Tianwang Mountain, I remember his fighting spirit fluctuations, except that Brockman just now is more bloody and has killed many people, there is no difference from Tianwang Mountain!

Alex leaned on Du Chen's shoulder impatiently, "If you don't believe it, forget it, master, you don't need to explain! Don't say you know me in the future, a bunch of fools!"

After walking a few more blocks, Du Chen's heart moved, and he suddenly stopped and waved to the boning, "You follow me back to check, Harry takes Andy to Cassini!"

The two of them just turned around, and suddenly, they met with an oncoming person very abruptly. Glancing at who came to know him, Alex shook his head coolly. And the few people who opposed him just now were all stunned.

The man in front of him was also stunned, and then greeted loudly, "Oh my God, it's my best friend, dear Lord Count Francis! It's been a long time, I really miss you so much!" At this moment, Du Chen did not change his appearance, but changed into civilian clothes, and the bun on his head was scattered, ensuring that the people who had seen him once or twice would not come out, but the old friends who knew him well could still be recognized at a glance.

Brockman strode from the direction of the courtyard, bowed slightly in front of Du Chen, gave him another hug, and smiled enthusiastically: "Francis, my dearest friend, it turns out that you have returned to Newinn Harbor, alas, the situation here is really worrying!"

"Ah, hehe, it's Brockman!" Du Chen was stunned for a moment and hurriedly returned the salute, and looked at him suspiciously.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, fair skin, tall figure, dressed in a standard god-given aristocratic dress, this is the fake Brockman in front of him, but ...... I just broke up with him, how could he say that he hadn't seen him for a long time? Could it be that his memory has suddenly recovered!? It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"My friend, why are you looking at me like this, is there something wrong with me?" Brockman gracefully rolled up his wide sleeves and looked at his outfit implicitly.

His manners and conversation are very aristocratic! And the bearing between his eyebrows is noble and elegant, which is really very different from Fang Cai's ruthless appearance!

Could it be that what the son said was true, and that Brockman was not Brockman? Du Chen seemed to realize something.

"There's nothing wrong with you, it's just that I'm a little distracted when I think of the tragic state of the territory!" Du Chen said perfunctorily.

"Alas, Port Newin is really troubled, but fortunately, there is a good lord like you, I believe you will soon be able to bring it true peace, I firmly believe that!" Brockman glanced quietly at the bones, and thought to himself, damn it, it was such a coincidence that he actually met Francis on the street, the cramps were nearby, and there were many things on his body that could not be discovered by Francis, so he must not talk to him too much at this moment, it is better to separate from him earlier!

After chatting for a while, he said: "I'm so happy to see my old friend, but I'm about to deal with some personal matters, you see, when it's convenient for you, I'll go to the City Lord's Mansion to visit you......"

"My friend, you can come to me at any time, I will always be in Newinn Harbor for a while!" Du Chen watched Brockman retreat in the face of his slight bows, and only when he was far away did he salute goodbye and disappear into the corner.

Pointing in the direction where Brockman disappeared, Du Chen seemed to smile with some understanding: "This Brockman, is it ......?"

Alex pouted and said, "This Brockman is Brockman!"

"Alex, dear baby, can you explain this to Dad?" asked Du Chen, pinching his son's nose.

Alex shook his head and avoided Du Chen's hand, grinning: "Master, don't bother to explain, I said Dad, you guys are so stupid, don't let Alex be as stupid as you, okay?"

He was really puzzled by Brockman, Du Chen took his son in his hand and threatened: "Explain immediately, otherwise, I will let you eat the barbecue slices made by my sister tonight, and you will not be allowed to wash your clothes after eating!"

"Scared!" the little guy's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly covered his mouth and muttered: "There are no two people in the world who are exactly the same, even if they are twins, there must be slight differences......! There's a little bit of a difference in their spirit!"

Seeing that Du Chen was moved, Alex rolled his eyes and said, "Also, Alex has sensed it, the real Brockman has a changed Tyr Beast on his body!

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In another place, Brockman, who had just separated from Du Chen, had already merged with cramps, Brockman crossed his fingers and whispered: "Francis has returned to the territory, so in a sense, we now have a common enemy with him, cramps, do you think we have the possibility of cooperation?"

Cramp looked around vigilantly, shook his head and said: "The cooperation is deep, we will definitely show some secrets in front of Francis, and if the cooperation is shallow, it is better not to cooperate! So...... My lord, let's do it ourselves!"

Brockman snapped the bones of his hand and muttered, "Okay, then we'll do it ourselves!" he suddenly pouted and smiled, "Poor Francis is really unlucky, the territory that he has worked so hard to build has suffered this unwarranted disaster...... I say it from my heart, not gloating, this cute little fellow is so kind and easy to trust people......"

Cramp also smiled: "The marshal often said that there are two sides to everything, and the difference is just the angle from which you look at it! The 'Star of Thuram' was robbed, causing a riot among the fishmen who were stocked there, and as a result, the furious fishmen passed through Newin Harbor in pursuit of the robbers...... It helped us greatly reduce Francis's development potential, well, what an unexpected gain!"

"If Francis isn't happy, Master Philip will be happy, that's fine, isn't it?" Brockman's smile was still noble, "cramps, we're going to speed up, those fishmen are already furious to the extreme, and are preparing for another large-scale operation - there are too many of them, if we don't get back what was stolen as soon as possible, once they are angry enough to go beyond our control, doing something will probably have a detrimental effect on the organization's plans!"

Cramp nodded, "That's true, Lord Brockman, what are you going to do?"

Brockman spread his hands lightly and smiled: "It's very simple, those robbers only took half of the 'Thuram Star', they will definitely stay here and find a way to capture the other half of the 'Thuram Star', half of the 'Thuram Star' on my body......"

"Then we'll wait for them, but my lord, according to the surviving members of the organization, although one of the robbers is masked and stealth, the secret method he uses is very similar to your 'Blue Tsunami', and for this reason, there are some rumors that those 'family' people are not good for you, so I suggest that you catch the robbers as soon as possible and take back the Thuram Star!"

"Hmph, let those 'family' people say it, with Homan by his side, they won't dare to really touch me!" Brockman broke his fingers too hard, and suddenly stretched his fingers a lot, beyond the normal physiological structure, he looked up at the sky, and muttered: "It is estimated that some people who know my background are deliberately looking for excuses to frame me, after all, I killed my brother with my own hands seven years ago, except for him, no one in the world knows my family's secret magic skills......"

Cramp shrugged his shoulders, and said secretly in his heart, Thirteen years ago, didn't your brother also 'kill' you with his own hands? But you can be rescued from the blood pool purgatory by Lord Philip, why is no one able to save your twin brother?

Brockman thought of this too, and his fingers interlaced, all of them stretched suddenly, "If my dear brother hadn't died, I would have killed him again, fulfilling the vow I made back then!" he took a deep breath, "I promised ...... at my father's tombstone."

As they talked, they quickened their pace when they passed an alley, and a few streets away, another Brockman made a fist with one hand and rubbed his fist with the other, smiling and discussing something with the mercenaries............

ps，

This chapter just came out, sorry, it's a little late.

In addition, there is one thing to say, Baozi has been in a bad state since some time ago, cervical spine pain, code words encountered bottlenecks, and some messy things, these things add up to make Baozi's state all the way down. After returning from the annual meeting, I read the first few chapters by myself, and needless to say, if I am not in good shape, the taste of what I write will naturally not be good.

To borrow a faint sentence, the bun is written like squeezing toothpaste, the text is like a sick person, a book is urged to be half-baked, the bun thinks, everyone doesn't like to see the things squeezed out like squeezing toothpaste, in this way, the bun is uncomfortable to write, and everyone is uncomfortable to watch, so the bun plans to slow down for a while, one chapter a day, adjust the state, and the time is about a week.

I'm so sorry......

(To be continued)