The note read: Arthur, please come to a place tonight, there will be a carriage to pick you up, if you don't come, we will kill Rose, and the adult is very angry about Rose's behavior. Hehe, but if you don't believe me, I can't help it. But I'm sure you'll believe it, is that stupid insistence? Well, waiting for you.

——— your most loyal friend, Field

Looking at the few strands of blue hair in the envelope, Arthur fell into deep thought.

Gui'er lazily lay on the bed, reading a book of "Self-Will and Psychological Suggestion", and said without worry: "You know, no one dares to hurt the future head of the Mu Lan family, so I still advise you to escape in peace, I can provide the travel expenses, but there is a whole bag of gold coins!"

"If you don't say it, I can't tell which one is Gura and which is you some time ago, but I believe that Gura will not intentionally betray me and hurt me. So I won't betray him, whether it's deceived by you, or if it's really his own decision, I'll figure it out. Arthur said calmly. "Also, don't read my mind again, or I'll let you try last night's feeling again, hehe, isn't it like reading ten ******** novels at once!"

Rose's face immediately turned red, but in an instant it returned to normal, but Arthur still felt a momentary condensation of force in the space, but as her face recovered, the invisible force disappeared again.

Gui'er smiled casually, "Please give me milk, Mr. Arthur! But you really have an imagination in that area, if you write ******** novel, you must be very promising, maybe you will become famous! Your pet is called Mud Pill, you can take a pen name and call it Mud Man." ”

Arthur was in a cold sweat, this woman was a hundred times more difficult to deal with than Guila.

"Don't you have the power of mind, the milk is on the table, take it yourself!" Arthur said lightly. Psychic Warlocks also have two branches, one is the Mind Eye and the other is the Mind Hand. Rosea is the eye of the mind, focusing on mind control, but Rose's is a double mastery, both the mental manipulation of the mind eye, and the telekinesis of the mind hand, and also knows a little low-level spells, is a genius among geniuses.

"No, Brother Arthur, they're still recuperating from their injuries!

Arthur was about to get the milk on the table as soon as his head was dizzy, and he suddenly woke up, and suddenly felt a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to say more to this woman, so he handed her the milk casually and walked out of the house.

Gui'er lay on the pillow and laughed, but not a drop of milk in her hand spilled, she leaned up and drank the milk in her hand in one gulp, her eyes were already full of tears, and she murmured, "Stupid Guila, did you really find it?"

Walking out of the curator's lounge, Arthur suddenly realized where Gru had gone? A goblin cautiously replied, "Yesterday, Gru was called away by Lord Sherlock!" and then exclaimed, "Gru is so lucky!"

Arthur sighed, obviously didn't think so, he knew that Gru was going to be more than lucky, after all, the matter was also caused by him, but Arthur was not in the mood to worry about others now, and he and Gira couldn't worry about it! It's just that there was probably one more betrayal! Sherlock was like a god in the land of the tower gate.

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Golden Radiance Castle on a high tower, in a gorgeous room.

Gru is worshipping his god, and when he is summoned by Sherlock, his heart can be said to be full of surprise and fear. For any believer, to be able to see his God directly, that part-time job is the greatest dream, but now the Son of God is dying because of himself. That feeling of fear and guilt was enough to drive Gru insane.

This complicated feeling reached its climax when he saw the kind old goblin in front of him, and the dream figure was sitting in the chair in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Gru wept bitterly, he wanted to repent, but he couldn't say a word, because he knew that if he told the truth of the matter, then even Mr. Arnold would be in danger.

Councillor Sherlock had entered the old age of a goblin, with a large white beard covering half of his face, and a proper suit that made him look less like a goblin and more like an old gentleman. There is also something called calmness in the eyes. If anyone doesn't believe that temperament can change people's image, then they should really look at him, the kind of calm atmosphere that comes out of his bones is no longer comparable to any beauty in appearance.

It's a pity that he is just a goblin, and there is a saying: no matter how good a goblin is, he can't be a king. It just happens to be the best portrayal of Sherlock's Congressman. Because he is the president of the Goblin Conservation Society, the goblins prefer to call him the president, and he prefers them to do so.

Sherlock got up from his chair on crutches and went to help Gru who was lying on the ground, Gru cowered away from his hand, Sherlock sighed and said, "Stand up, kid!"

Gru did not dare to disobey the command of the "god", and stood up from the ground with fear, but leaning down was not much different from kneeling. Sherlock cocked his beard in anger and struck the ground with his cane, causing the marble floor to rattle. "Stand up straight, don't be like a dog!" the old man's voice was like the most solemn oracle, and Gru's body was immediately as straight as an electric shock, and his face was full of tears and snot that made him look ridiculous.

Sherlock felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do, the humility of the goblin could not be changed overnight, and he asked in the gentlest voice possible, "Son, your name is Gru, isn't it! My child is as old as you, but he recently died, can you tell me who did it?"

Gru fell to the ground again, crying aloud, but not saying a word.

Sherlock let go of his hand that had been holding his cane, reached for the head of Gru, who was kneeling on the ground, and stroked it gently, like a grandfather comforting his crying grandson. Under his caressing, Gru's cries gradually turned into suppressed sobs.

"Child, I know you read a lot of books in the library, I appreciate you, if you want, I can take you as my son, so that you can read as you want freely, no one can stop you, goblins need lads like you. Sherlock said mildly.

Gru shook his head and said with tears in his eyes, "President Sherlock, I am not worthy to be your son, I am guilty. "I thought to myself: How nice it would be to be President Sherlock's son, to be able to read those books casually! But I can't, I'm sorry for President Sherlock.

Sherlock suddenly snapped, "Did you kill my son?"

Gru shuddered and said, "Yes, please, please kill me!"

Sherlock sighed again and said, "I don't blame you for the cause of the incident, and I know that you don't have the ability, as long as you tell me who did it, I will not blame you in the past, and I will still accept you as my son." ”

Gru slammed his head to the ground and said in pain, "Kill me, I did it." "Although it was not my intention to kill Sherlock, it was indeed because of myself. Let's put an end to it with your own life!

Sherlock frowned, "It's that Arnold, is he your master? "Goblins have a loyalty to their masters that no race can match.

Gru hurriedly distinguished: "No, no, it's not Mr. Arnold, it's all Gru's fault, Mr. Arnold is Gru's friend!" Gru was not stupid, he already understood, President Sherlock knew everything, but he just argued in vain. At the mention of the word friend, there seemed to be a kind of brilliance flashing across his face.

Sherlock angrily interrupted, "Friend, goblins have no friends, you cheated on me for a human, you know? That guy didn't even tell you his real name, he wasn't called Arnold, his name was Arthur!"

Gru calmed down at the moment, and his face was full of martyr-like radiance. Shaking his head, he said, "No, President Sherlock, Mr. Arnold is a friend of Gru, I have already doubted Mr. Arnold once, and I still hate myself so much when I think about it." I can't doubt anymore that even if the name isn't real, there must be Mr. Arnold's own reasons, and everything that Mr. Arnold did for Gru wasn't fake. Even if Mr. Arnold really didn't think of Gru as a friend, just like a lion wouldn't remember his favor on a mouse, the rat couldn't just forget it. Because that's the only dignity a rat has left. This is also the story of Mr. Arnold's Gru. So please kill me, use me for your son's life, but please spare the others!"

Gru finished his words in one breath, and then he resigned himself to lying on the ground, waiting for death to come, but at this moment, with those words, all the fear and guilt in his heart gradually disappeared, and there was a faint joy in his heart, maybe life is so humble, but at least when he dies, it is no longer so insignificant. He knew that maybe his death wouldn't change anything, but he knew for himself how incredible it was for a goblin.

Death can be worthless, but it can't be meaningless.

Exegesis:

A Long time ago, a little mouse climbed on top of a big sleeping lion, and the little mouse thought, "He won't know I'm here!" and climbed over the lion's tail, climbed onto the lion's back, and finally slid down the lion's legs.

The lion opened his eyes violently and grabbed the little mouse in his hand.

The little mouse said, "Mr. Lion, please don't hurt me, please let me go, maybe one day, I can help you." ”

The lion laughed and laughed at the ignorance of the little mouse, he was the king of all beasts, and he needed the help of a mouse, but he still let the little mouse go.

One day, the lion was caught in the hunter's net, and the lion struggled, but his strength was useless. Just when the lion was about to despair, a little mouse came and helped him bite the rope off.

The lion had forgotten the original mouse and was quickly grateful. The little mouse said, "I am the little mouse you let go of at the beginning, and I have come here today to fulfill the original promise." It's just that I want to tell you that the little mouse can also repay the favor of the big lion. ”