The magician was touched by the Count beside him, and his mind returned to his body, and he looked behind him, the guards had returned to the outer city, and the gate was about to be closed.

"What's wrong with you?" The Earl frowned and asked, he was not worried that his companion would be controlled by magic, as the guardian of the court, they could still afford a piece of the Sage's Stone.

"Just thinking about something." The magician shook his head slightly, the emperor can play, in order to keep the property inseparable.

At night, the imperial capital was quiet again, and there were only watchmen and guards patrolling silently on the streets, and there were not enough street lights, and it was difficult to dispel the surrounding darkness with the horse lanterns that were held during patrolling.

"Dangdangdang~" Dangdang~" Yang Se, who already didn't know where he was, slammed the door on the tavern that showed the light, he had gold coins, and there was no need to deal with it on the street for a night.

But the tavern seemed to be so accustomed to the nightly cold that no one opened the door for it at midnight.

"No one opened the door for me." He took a deep look at the tavern with the Swan Lake sign, turned around and walked to the back street, where it was dark, and the patrolling city guards and watchmen didn't care about it, but when he walked over, he was stopped again.

"Hey! Facelings do their business, damn homeless get out of here! A rough voice said.

Looking indifferently at the narrow alley in front of him, he saw two men in thin clothes in the middle of winter staring at him with their shoulders crossed, as if they were going to beat themselves up if they didn't leave immediately.

"It's leeward and warm here." He asked, "Won't you let me go over to be your kang's head?" ”

The two thin-clad men glanced at each other, and then they pulled out their knives from their waists and stabbed at them.

"Orderly." Escaping the assassination, he slaps a thin-clad man against the wall, then kicks off another's dagger, grabbing his head and slamming it into the alley wall.

"Evil." He silently let go of his hand, looked at the thin-clothed man with only half of his head left, and said.

The cold wind poured into the alley, as if death had come to take away the souls of the two people, and he subconsciously tightened his clothes, and walked forward, and when he was in a certain shack, a clay pot grunted out, and his eyes narrowed, and he kicked the clay pot out with one kick.

"Zizi~" The clay pot that hit the wall in the distance was shattered, and there was a corrosive agent inside.

She withdrew her foot, and then saw the hand sticking out of the shack, reaching her leg.

"You kicked over my wine." The arm retracted and said.

"Do you need compensation?" Ask.

"No, if you can kill me." A voice came from the tent, "The painless kind." ”

Hearing this, he frowned, he initially thought that he had been assassinated and touched, but he seemed to have heard something else.

Man is a curious creature...

He drew his sword and sliced a hole in the tent, revealing a shriveled young man with a clown-like cylindrical hat, and a piece of dried white bread and a dagger and rope in front of him.

"Are you going to cut yourself?" Tuse, looking at the things in the tent, asked.

"You cut through my tent, it's cold." The young man tightened his body and said.

"I'm cold too, can I go in?" "I don't have a place to go." ”

"Yes." The young man struggled to move to the side, his limbs a little strained by sitting for a long time.

He walked into the tent along the way, then took out a bottle of wine from his robe and handed it to the young man, "Two sips will make it warmer." ”

"Thank you." Without hesitation, the young man poured the wine into his mouth and drank it with a clatter, but unfortunately he was in such a hurry that half of the wine flowed to his neck, and the remaining half was poured into his trachea.

"Ahem~ This wine is so spicy." The young man coughed.

"Spirits just drive away the cold, tell me, have you encountered anything that can't be solved?" "If it's not a big deal, I can help you out." ”

"Are you capable?" The young man glanced at him with a hint of vigilance in his expression.

"Heh, it's not a business to get on the pole, you don't need to help it, what do you think you look like now, what can I do for you?" Seeing the young man's eyes, he was dissatisfied, "Even if I cut off your waist and ask a necromancer to sell it, I'm afraid it's not worth a few dollars." ”

"I'm sorry, because my matter is bigger, so I have to be more demanding of the people who help, I didn't mean to look down on you, I'm sorry." The young man said sincerely.

"Forget it." He waved his hand, he just wanted to wait until tomorrow and go to the tavern to inquire about something.

"But you can't solve my problem, but you can solve me." The young man said with some embarrassment and pointed to something on the ground, "I don't dare." ”

"Are you unwilling or don't dare, there is definitely no way for people to go to a dead end, since you are begging for death, I will help you, and I guarantee that there is no pain at all." "In return, tell me your story." ”

"Don't you know who I am?" The young man was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't you a bum?" Tusee asked, but then reacted, "That's right, it's impossible for a homeless person to have a potion, that thing is worth enough for a homeless person to live a happy life." ”

"I thought you had the same purpose as the two Facelings." The young man sighed, looked at him and asked, "Are you sure you want to listen?" At that time, I was afraid that you would not dare to do it. ”

"It seems that you have some identity, and killing you will cause me trouble."

The latter was a little stunned when he heard this, his expression was a little lost, and when he was about to say something, he saw him take out a piece of paper from his robe, "Make a note, you died voluntarily." ”

"Is that okay?" The young man was a little confused, but took the paper anyway.

"In this world, I feel that as a human being, I have the right to choose my own life and death." "By the way, you're an adult." ”

"Hmm." The young man nodded, took out a quill pen from his body and wrote a suicide note, and stamped his own seal and said to him, "My name is Yasuo, Yasuo. Hagmun, the ninth prince of the Empire. ”

"Oh, nobility, is it just because the emperor changed the inheritance law, as a non-heir to the throne, you will not get a little inheritance, so you will die?" He looked at the suicide note and sighed, "In the future, will you be an ordinary person who can't bear that kind of gap?" ”

Yasuo looked at this person who was so calm when he heard his identity, and said after a while, "There is no future, my brothers are not allowed to have other heirs, and it is just a luxury to want to be an ordinary person." ”

"The emperor allows you to kill each other?" Hearing this, he was slightly surprised, "It's so ruthless." ”

"Clearly not, but they can use their power and prestige to kill people with soft knives." Yasuo said and lifted his clothes, revealing the scars inside, "As the last son, I originally entered the knight academy to find another way, but after my father's inheritance method was promulgated, those brothers began to clean up the enemy, and the usual partners were far away from me, and the loyal servants were cleaned up by them, and I had to play on my own when I was challenged, and then I was bruised by their wheel war. ”

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