Chapter 96 It's a Fixed Number of Guesses About the Identity of Weibo Private Interview

When a person dies, he sinks into the sea, so don't vent your anger...

Annan blinked.

He had heard similar proverbs, but in the Duchy of Winter.

"... There is a similar saying in our place. It is said that 'when a person dies, he will be buried in the ground, so don't be too sad'."

"Oh, sad..."

Isaac sneered: "That kind of thing is not popular here.

"Although Denisaua has always said that the people of Winter are brutal and brutal, the people of the Church are rigid and arrogant, and the people of Noah are cowardly and greedy for money...the underground group of guys can't be called human beings directly. But let me say, The biggest problem here is Denisauer.

"When loved ones and friends are killed, it's not grief that's on their minds—it's vengeance. Neither the king nor the privy council can be trusted, and there's no justice. Only gunfire in the alley, poison in the back The sword and the artillery fire from the depths of the sea are most just."

"...Actually, there is no problem. This is also understandable."

Annan shook his head: "When people cannot seek 'complete justice', blood relative revenge itself can only become a kind of 'crippled justice'. It is the last resort."

"That can only be regarded as pale and empty justice at best."

Isaac let out a breath, and the depression on his face became much lighter: "But the sad thing is... this has become Denisaua's 'all justice'.

"In a place where you can only rely on yourself to avenge blood feuds, even if you don't harm others, don't commit crimes, and just live your own life... maybe you will die suddenly one day. In a place where only you can be relied on, even parents and children A place that cannot be trusted, where brothers and sisters may betray at any time... there is no such overly compassionate word [sorrow].

"And... sinking the dead into the sea is just to avoid trouble."

"trouble?"

Annan asked suspiciously.

"He was referring to the undead, sir."

It was the stall owner who answered Annan's doubts.

"If the corpse is not buried in time—or hangs for too long, it may become a resentful soul because the 'funeral' has not been completed... Whether this is really the case, no one knows. But there are no fools here , everyone would rather believe what they have than believe what they have,

Smart tight. "

After the crowd dispersed before, Annan and Isaac, who were still standing still, looked very conspicuous. So the stall owner immediately realized that they should have come here on a special trip, not passers-by.

But as the owner of a gambling stall, what he is best at is "seeing people".

Who can be offended, who cannot be offended, who must be eliminated as soon as possible, and who should be treated politely...

And watched the stall owner walk over.

The people around immediately dispersed further away knowingly - lest they hear something they shouldn't hear. The two children have also been brought back to the gambling stall. They have been "pawned" and are the "personal property" of this gambling stall.

They either retreated into the gambling stalls, or stood far away at the intersection to stand guard. They stood beside this pool of fresh and warm blood, chatting in the suddenly deserted street.

"Your Excellency... are you here to investigate something?"

The stall owner asked politely.

He glanced at the long staff of two snakes held by Annan, the fluffy off-shoulder robe, and the many geometric pendants hanging on Isaac... then bowed his head very respectfully.

It is impossible for a normal person to wear such weird and unusual clothes on the street, let alone hold such a gorgeous cane casually - it even has a crystal ball bigger than his fist on it, and he can still see to streamer!

And that kind of clothes with geometric patterns, he has seen it before. Those are the unique costumes of the mentors of the Jade Tower... Generally speaking, the more types of geometric patterns, the higher the status.

The pendant on this person's chest has almost everything.

...Could it be that the tower master or the son of the jade tower came in person?

Of course, the possibility that this is a liar cannot be ruled out.

However, the stall owner is confident in his ability to recognize people - this calm and calm demeanor, as well as the extremely unusual affinity and oppression of the white-haired dwarf, cannot be faked.

The minimum is also two official wizards, the "committee" or even higher-level ones.

And he was just the owner of a gambling stall belonging to a certain pirate faction in a certain port city. Although he is regarded as a middle-level senior in the gang, even the old ritual master who joined them a few months ago has a higher status than him.

He is only human after all.

In a place like the United Kingdom, extraordinary beings are more noble than ordinary people on all levels. They can easily become aristocrats, and can be inserted into any industry regardless of their seniority... They can even easily become mounted policemen who are feared by all the big pirates.

Seeing his unusually respectful expression, Annan asked with great interest, "How do you know that we didn't come here specially for fun?"

"Your accent sounds like a great nobleman from Lindong. And most of them have never been to our place... But the lord next to him can be seen as a local."

This gambling stall owner, who looks like a tavern owner, seems to say "this is how the game is played at any time, you are really talented, my friend", but he seems so friendly in front of the two of them. This attitude can even be said to border on humility.

"And if a local brings friends from other places to travel, he obviously wouldn't bring them to a gambling stall. At most, he would just come and have a look.

"If you saw the ceremony just now, you would probably leave immediately—I have also seen some big people. Although they don't care whether we small people are alive or not, when they see that kind of 'unclean' ceremony, they will still worry about it. One surprise...then rush off before the person is hung up."

The stall owner whispered, and the corner of his mouth on the right side could not help but rise, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

Although those big shots, when ordering someone to be killed, they would not even hesitate. But when they really saw the iron hook pierced into the cheek, and the blood mixed with the tongue or eyeballs popped out, they turned pale with fright.

Compared with those "big shots", this young man with a scepter, long silver-white hair, and pure white skin that seemed to be glowing...with a beautiful face like a princess, didn't react at all when he saw this scene.

Neither fear nor excitement. There is no disgust and no pleasure.

On his face, there was only a kind of almost divine compassion.

The stall owner immediately confirmed that this must be a real superior.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in the head of the stall.

He seemed to have had an inspiration, and suddenly guessed a possibility——

In the tavern before, I seem to have heard that this generation of Duke Winter is not very old, and he often likes to wander around in other countries...

This white-haired dwarf who looks as beautiful as the little princess of Denisauer's family, has an unusually noble temperament, and whose skin is so white that it seems to be glowing...

——Could it be the Duke of Winter?