"Compared to your cowardice" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by this young-looking man wearing a top hat.
Even interrupting someone is not a gentlemanly thing to do.
"Then, if you choose to break the rules again, you must know that you are no more capable of breaking and then standing up than that Easterner.
You have already been knocked down once.
In other words, you have lost power."
"So, I know what that means better than anyone." the woman said.
"An old thing like you who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years will not understand this thing.
Anything, any profession, Eastern Taoist martial arts, Western fighting magic, if it is powerful to a certain extent, then it will no longer be possible.
It’s powerful, no matter how dense or large the energy it contains.”
"Because the rules are like a shackles placed on each of us, either break it or accept it."
"This is what Easterners often say, take advantage of the situation and break it."
The red lips parted slightly and a certain memory flashed through her eyes.
"Pa" Snapping his fingers, a flame ignited from the top hat man's hand, and he lit himself a cigar that he had held in his mouth for some time.
"If I remember correctly, you only have" "That's right, three real chances to take action.
No, there are two left."
She looked at him intently.
"This is the last time, this is the last time I will help you, because you have the same blood as mine flowing in your veins, and because your surname is Merlin."
He said, as calmly as a simple statement.
"You know, when I led you into this world, you were not just trying to cause trouble for me."
"I know, I know."
The woman responded perfunctorily.
She suddenly shuddered when she looked at the fire on the fingertips of the top hat, and her eyes were full of hatred.
She would always remember that woman's frown and the rain of fire from the sky.
In front of that woman, she, who had just entered the breaking state, was like a harmless earthworm.
"You should know that anyone who breaks a trend or takes advantage of it needs to pay a price.
Last time you paid for the magic power in your blood.
This time" "Life, Fountain of Youth."
She responded, her eyes full of confidence.
"As long as the ancestors' prophecies are correct."
When Top Hat didn't answer, she continued.
"Besides, don't you think he looks a lot like Richard?"
"That emperor."
He smiled when he heard this, with a trace of mockery on his face.
"The man with the lion in his heart."
"Don't talk so much, you should also know that it is impossible for the family to help you because of a little guy like you who has lost power, unless there are only two people left in the family like Bai Di's clan.
Otherwise, you will not find it.
Fuck me.”
"You should also know how much it cost Bai Di to take action for his sister last time.
Helping you is a private act of mine, and it cost nearly one-half of my life."
The chatter box opened up and he seemed to be unable to stop.
He was talking, and undignified words kept pouring out of his mouth.
But the core vocabulary in the discourse is still very straightforward, interest.
Losing power is also a state of being strong.
To be precise, it is a state that has fallen from the state of breaking the trend and taking advantage of it.
But it is still better than those who have not broken the trend and taken advantage of the trend, or are close to breaking the trend and taking advantage of the trend.
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"How many" She looked at him and asked coldly.
She knew the price she had to pay.
"After success, the next battle royale and sand exploration world will be one-half."
Ms.
Merlin smoked a cigarette, and Top Hat's words echoed around the room.
If the two of them were not dressed up, they would look more like two traders haggling on the noisy street.
Just waving and shouting without pointing fingers.
But sometimes, the reality is like this, even for brothers and sisters in a big family.
"one third."
"Two out of five."
"make a deal" dividing line Across the Rhine River outside Paris.
It's night.
Zhao Qian was sitting on the pinewood chair in his room, busy with the work in his hands with the help of a burning candle on the table.
After coming out of that alley at dawn today, he said goodbye to Galileo.
I got into the carriage with the clan emblem on it that had been waiting at the door of the police station for a long time and had a good sleep.
Especially rest seems to be a very necessary thing now.
He used the tweezers on the table to pick up a piece of paper with a bright silver side and a colorful side and put it on the candle flame to bake.
He waited until the colored paper on the side became colorless before taking it down with satisfaction.
Aluminum foil.
Looking at many of these small things on the table that had had their carbon dust removed, he carefully pulled out one of them and quickly folded it into a small silver flower.
This was something he often used to tease his younger brothers and sisters, but who knew it would be used for other purposes now.
"Master Fusuosi."
After the door knocked three times, a neatly dressed old man walked in carrying a food tray.
"Leon, just put the things on the table."
Zhao Qian raised his head and glanced at the housekeeper who was still delivering food late at night as a greeting.
He quickly put his head down again and continued working on the things in his hands.
The firelight, which was not enough to illuminate the room, flickered on his face.
"This is" Putting down the things quietly, the old butler looked at the pile of tin foil and finished gadgets on the fir table.
"Aluminum foil, something not very valuable."
He said without stopping the movement of his hands.
Because these things are indeed not very valuable, they are just the packaging shells of the medicine capsules in the ticket or the candy wrappers of the fruit-filled candies.
There were still a few pints of sugar on the wooden tray in the corner of the table that was not exposed to the light, and he put the opened capsules back into the ticket.
These are the only benefits of the station, free ordinary supplies.
"well."
The old butler sighed, put the food on the table again, walked out again, and closed the door.
Of course, this old man knew how much thought and financial resources he, a prodigal nobleman from a foreign country who was well-known in Paris aristocratic circles, had spent in pursuing the little princess who hunted Delais.
But just when the little girl was about to loosen up, yesterday's duel incident that shocked the city of Paris ushered in.
In the room, Zhao Qian glanced at the door that was closed by the old housekeeper, took out a piece of paper from the drawer of the table, and read it by the candlelight on the table.
This was something someone brought to him in the morning just after he got home.
There are two copies each of the power distribution map in Paris and the list of White Lotus members.
That woman didn't care about her main mission at all, her purpose was somewhere else.
He has already asked someone to send a copy of Galileo to the police station, which can be a condition for the guy to find new backing capital and complete the second main mission.
The things on the table will become the key to him completing the first main task.
Confess
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