“...... So as I said at the beginning, I'm here for a simple purpose, but obviously things are unpredictable and can't go the way we think, what do you say?" Edward sat on the floor, wiping his saber with a dry towel very earnestly - though there was nothing to wipe at all, and lowered his head as if talking to himself, as if he were talking to the "Mr. Black".

The black-haired boy had a faint smile on his face, and he looked as if he had just become an adult, sighing as if he was apologizing for what he had just done. But Blake's face did not have his usual "domineering", his frightened cheeks trembled violently, and he desperately tried to close his mouth but couldn't close it, and there was no way to escape.

Quite simply, because Edward had broken his legs and hands - the whole room was littered with his minions, and the already small cell was almost a pile of ruins, and although not a single one of them died, it was obviously not very "intact", and the blood on the ground was almost enough to paint the wooden door red!

It seems that after a while, the entire Black Gang is finished...... It's as if it's not a cub who fights with them, but a shrunken cyclops!

It's a monster at all...... Blake, whose teeth were trembling, even wanted to faint immediately, watching the black-haired boy fold the used towel and put it away, and walked to his side with a "smile", and his soul was scattered: "You, what do you want to do, what do you do, what do you do!!"

"It's so noisy......" Edward frowned and muttered with some dissatisfaction. He casually looked around and sighed softly - it seemed that his patience and temper were not as good as they appeared.

Edward shook his head, quite dissatisfied that he would still make such an irrational mistake - whether it was strength or swordsmanship, it was just a tool, if you purely follow your own instincts, how much difference is it from a beast?

Although it was a little out of control, there was still no one in the room who died, not because it was impossible but unnecessary—as Edward and Webb had said, killing was only one of the means, and Edward would not have done it without killing someone, and he never felt that he was a murderer.

As for Weber...... Before he started fighting with the Black Gang, he told the little priest to run away quickly, for some reason, he felt that he hated being seen by the little priest to see him out of control, and that feeling was the same as when he saw the archbishop of the Radiant Cross, a complex feeling of being illuminated by the sun and at a loss.

Especially after hearing Weber's words: "This qiē is the test of the glorious cross for me......

"Can you not show this scared to death expression, I just wanted to ask you something, that's all. Edward squatted down beside Blake with a calm expression, his eyes fixed on him, "And I want you to tell the truth—nod if you say yes." ”

Blake's head immediately swayed violently up and down. Edward smiled with satisfaction, "Then it's easy, how much do you know about the Blood Banner Brotherhood - or just you?"

"Brotherhood? no, no, no, no...... This, this lord, I'm not one of those people!" The gang leader quickly denied it, and looked at Edward in a panic: "I just took the money and then did things for them, those hooded guys have always been sneaky, and the ghost knows what they do!"

"And how do you work for them?"

"Spread the news, my lord, the whole Spear Street is full of my people, not only here, but all the beggars who can't eat around are all my people, as long as the city guards on the hill and the knights in the castle have any movements, I know all about it!" Blake hurriedly said in a panic: "The Radiant Cross is on top of all I know to you, should you also ......"

"One last question. Edward nodded so that the other party did not worry: "How do you get the information into the hands of those people, will they come to the door in person - such as a big night or something?"

"No, they've always come to the tavern on Spear Street, and I'll just stuff the little note under the counter in that tavern, and someone will take it when the time comes—that's how we've always traded!"

So, I'm afraid there's something wrong with that tavern...... Edward smiled and patted Blake on the shoulder: "Thank you for your help, please continue to enjoy this comfortable villa life...... If you still have the 'ability' to enjoy. ”

With that, Edward left the gentleman alone, and strode out of the room alone, leaving only a room of homeless men and minions lying on the ground, immobile, with their "Master Black" as companions.

............ "Edward, is everything all settled?" The little priest who had been standing outside and waiting was relieved when he saw the black-haired boy walk out of the door unharmed, and then hurriedly walked over with a slightly relaxed smile on his face - although he also knew that such a few gangsters couldn't help this guy at all.

"Didn't I tell you to go back first, why are you still here?" Edward glanced at Weber with some surprise, and couldn't help but say a few more words of concern: "Is it because the injury on his body is too painful to walk?"

"These little injuries haven't gotten to that point, these people aren't that serious - they just want to teach me a lesson. Webber grinned reluctantly, "But you're my friend, and I have the responsibility to stand with you—although even if something happens to you, I may not be able to help at all." ”

"No, you've helped me a lot. Edward shrugged his shoulders and smiled self-deprecatingly, "At least it's definitely a lot more than I can help you get rid of these scum and teach them a lesson by the way." ”

The little priest looked at Edward's expression in a daze, a little hesitant but yet he felt the need to do so, and at the thought of the hideousness in his expression at that moment, he felt that he had to persuade his friend, perhaps the only friend, to return to the right path.

"Edward...... I know you may not be happy to say this, but please listen to me a little bit. Webber suddenly grabbed the wrist of the black-haired boy tightly, and his clear eyes had an extremely sincere and sincere expression: "I—I don't know what you've been through before, but I know it must be painful for you, it must be very painful......!"

"Needless to say, I know what you're trying to say!" Edward lowered his eyebrows, his eyes were completely dark, "But I'm not going to listen." ”

"......" The little priest was silent, pursing the corners of his mouth, obviously still insisting, and his hands tightly clutched the wrists of the black-haired boy, as if trying to pull him out of the bottomless well.

Edward shook his lips and smiled rather forcefully, his wrist slightly breaking free of Webber's hands: "Well, wait until the day...... When the opportunity comes, I'll tell you the nasty stories, and then you can say what you want to say – though I reckon they're so boring that you'll probably fall asleep halfway through. ”

"The Radiant Cross is always watching over everyone, and it must be on you. The little priest Webber nodded silently: "I believe in you, and you have to wait until one day to tell me the stories you want to tell—I will not fall asleep." ”

Nodding silently, Webber, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, looked at Edward and smiled at him, and then turned and walked away from him step by step towards the muddy street, looking really lonely.

I've never been ...... at all Didn't really understand him.

.................. It was late afternoon when Edward returned to the tavern, and the sun was setting in the west and the shadows of the treetops seemed to be dimming, reflecting on the closed doors of the tavern as if no one had ever been there.

Isn't it strange? Evening to dinner is the time when the tavern has the most customers, Edward glanced at the tightly closed wooden door, a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and jerked his right foot and kicked it hard!

There was a loud "bang——!", and the door was kicked open, and there was not even a latch to block the door. Somewhat surprised, Edward gently pulled out the long sword behind his back and walked in cautiously.

The empty counters, the tables still in their original places, all seemed normal, as if telling Edward that "this is an ordinary tavern", but the more this happened, the more strange this dilapidated room became.

His eyes scanned back and forth in the tavern, and the extremely vigilant "little squire" clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, and every step was very careful, as if he was walking in the cave of some monster.

Nothing...... The whole tavern was empty, not even a candle or a plate could be seen. Only there was a glass on the counter with a full bottle of wine.

"Oh...... It's so kind, and I'm thirsty. With a relaxed smile on Edward's face, he walked briskly, placed his saber on the counter, took a long deep breath, and picked up his glass, the bright red liquid that seemed to have flowed into his mouth.

Almost instantly, a black shadow suddenly flew out from behind him, without even making a sound.

"Got it. ”