"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Someone was slowly clapping one after another.

Peter Davis followed the sound and saw a man unbearably strong, stepping up the steps and onto the terrace.

At the top of the stairs appeared first a slanted felt hat, then an Indian face with almost the entire face destroyed by a pitch-black scar underneath the felt hat, then a chest as wide as a wall, and then a black belt with two short spears stuck to the left and right......

"Who are you?" Peter Davis asked.

"A sword in the hand of the turtledove, a pawn in Baishi City, and a cheap name!" The visitor said with a smile.

He was followed by a line of rain-soaked Indians, their filthy feet stamping on the white patio floor, leaving reddish-brown footprints.

"You...... Do you want to ...... Do? Charles, the butler, asked, pointing his finger at him.

"Give a gift!" The man said.

He waved his hand backwards, and the Indian behind him walked up, placed the box he was holding in his hand in front of Peter Davis and Charles the butler, and opened it.

I saw three human heads overlapping in one box, and a pile of wrapped cloth in the other.

Peter Davis was taken aback, let out a scream, staggered back, and grabbed the butler Charles's shoulders tightly to stand still.

Charles, the butler, flickered, then froze in place, staring at the three pale heads in the box in a daze, unable to say anything.

I saw the Indian man bow his head, pick up a human head from the box, and put him in Charles's arms.

Charles's hands were originally lowered, but they were grabbed by the Indian man and put in a stiff hugging position.

"Griffin!" "Laocoon!" "Hayer!"

The Indian laughed and groaned as he placed the head in Charles's arms, reciting a name for each one.

"Butler Charles, I shouldn't have mistaken these three people, right?"

Charles's face was paler than the head of the three blood-soaked men, his teeth chattered, and he instinctively replied, "No...... No mistake! ”

"That's right. The other box is their military flag, and I won't show it to you. When he has time, Charles Butler can take his time to admire. The three horse thieves on the Great Plains, a total of 865 people, were all killed by me, because the time was a little tight, and I couldn't collect their corpses, so I had to expose them to the wilderness! ”

The Indian spoke casually, as if he were chattering.

Charles, however, felt as if he had heard a whisper from the devil, no, what the Indian was speaking was the language of the devil—Charles understood what he meant, but he couldn't distinguish every word, and only felt that the voice sounded directly from the bottom of his heart.

There were still flocks of "nightingales" on the terrace, but the moment the Indians appeared, they all lost their voices, huddled in the corner, and did not dare to say a word.

These Indians had black knives pinned to their waists, and the drops of liquid dripping from the tips of the knives were definitely not rain!

"I ......", Peter Charles hid behind Charles in panic and asked, "...... What about the people on my estate? ”

"Oh," said the Indian, "except for those who can stand, everyone else is lying down!" I'm sorry I was a step too late to stop them from lying down. ”

Peter Davis's estate was still brightly lit, with a slanting wind and drizzle sweeping through the orange lights, weaving into thin lines that rustled to the ground.

Peter Davis had never heard such a silent voice.

"You...... How to kill them? ”

"With a knife," replied the Indian of course. "They don't deserve to waste my precious bullets! Anyone is human, a knife cut the throat, or a stab through the heart, will die! All people are equal in the face of death. ”

……

Inside the Sailor's House Tavern.

Silva lit the gas lamp, (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter Ninety-Five: The First Gift

The dim light spilled onto the shattered tables and chairs in the middle of the tavern, making it look like a ruin.

It was still dark at the counter, and neither Armand nor Turtledove liked to expose themselves to the light, and they stared silently at the ruins in the middle of the tavern, as if they didn't know when something would emerge from the ruins.

"Don't be in a hurry," said Armand, "but because of the rainy day, the night came a little early. In fact, it's only 6 p.m. ”

"I'm not in a hurry, I trust them!" Turtledove said.

"Then don't shake your legs!" Armand said.

Turtledove said, "I'm just a little cold. ”

The giant man spread the coat in his hand and put it on the turtledove's legs.

Armand smiled slightly.

At that moment, the door to the tavern was pushed open.

A dark figure stood in the doorway.

"Elk, here!" Crescent Moon shouted in that direction.

So the man walked towards the turtledove.

"Turtledove!"

"How?"

"Peter Davis agreed to our request to meet, and he hopes to see you at his estate in three days." Someone came to say.

The elk's body smelled of blood, and Armand couldn't help but pull out his handkerchief and cover his mouth and nose.

Turtledove turned his head and asked Armand, "What do you think?" ”

Armand took away the white silk that covered his mouth and nose, sighed, and said, "Yes, very good!" ”

Just as Turtledove was about to say something, Armand sighed again, and continued, "What kind of person is Peter Davis—"

"He probably learned pride from his brother, who always thought that he had the noblest blood in his veins, so he felt that he was born with the power to refuse;"

"He was like a king, a man who was indulged in his own fantasy world, thinking that all men should be subservient to him, that all things should be decided by him; Sometimes I even think that he thinks of himself as God, that the world was created by him, that human beings were made out of mud by him, that the sun, moon and stars revolve around him, and that there must be light in this world! ”

"When he's not happy, even if he comes to Ang, it has to be a week before he wants to see him!"

"I used to be by his side for two months, but in the end I left. You know, the least tolerable thing for me is that he pretends to be a king on his manor, and everyone else pretends to be eunuchs and court maids, and everyone is playing a ridiculous show for him! ”

"And what about you, what are you playing?" Turtledove asked curiously.

Armand choked in his throat and said indignantly, "He asked me to play the role of the Pope and crown him—"

"Haha!" The turtledove laughed without hesitation.

In the midst of the turtledove's loud laughter, Armand's angry voice was still clearly audible:

"I once thought I was hugging a golden thigh, only to find out later that this golden thigh was ...... It's simply TM's neurosis! ”

Armand couldn't help but curse at the end.

An old man in his last years once thought that he had finally seen the dawn of hope in his old age, and took it as the last chance to realize his life ideals - but unfortunately in the end he found that the dawn of hope was because he was blind and flowered!

……

"Don't be angry, Armand!" Turtledove said.

"I'm not angry!" Armand gritted his teeth.

"Isn't it also a great ideal that he wants to be king? It's a good thing to have ideals, and it just so happens that I want to be an excellent riddler...... Let's take a nap, I have three big gifts, and I'll give him the first one! ”

Chapter Ninety-Five: The First Gift