Chapter 2504: Attribution

As long as the bottom line is not violated, the brothers have no overnight hatred.
In some intimate conversation, I heard that Old Paige had already put down the misunderstanding that year. The reason why he did not return to Fort Witch was only because he was used to the lives of ordinary people.
The nine-to-five work and rest have long been engraved in the bones, and the friendliness of the neighbors in the neighborhood has moved him even more.
Compared with the royal family and nobles who tend to avoid disadvantages, he is even more reluctant to bear those civilian relatives and friends.
If it weren't for the situation in Dasai City, Old Paqi would not bear to leave the villagers and move here.
Old Paige said sincerely, Master Dewey sighed again and again.
A misunderstanding many years ago ended in this way, which is really jaw-dropping.
Aunt Tracy obviously didn't rest well. She breathed a few times, and finally couldn't open her eyes. Then she apologized to Master Dewey and went back to her room to rest.
Until the sound of closing the door, Old Paqi's complexion suddenly changed, his cold eyes shot out like needles, and the stabbing Master Dewey was uncomfortable.
"You...what's wrong with you, Palridge?" Master Dewey asked with a trembling voice.
"You should know that the reason why Tracy and I were deported was not caused by the assassination, but because of the discord between my father and the imperial circle!"
Old Paige narrowed his eyes, staring at Master Dewey closely, and said every word: "Also, my name is Paige, not Palridge. That name has already died in the expulsion that year."
"Palry...Patch" Master Dewey's expression was dim, and he said in a loss: "So you are still worried..."
"Humph" Old Paige snorted and sneered: "Why can't I be so silly? I was only a teenager, but I had to become a victim of a power struggle and was exiled thousands of miles away with my fiancee. Later, assassins were sent to chase and kill us frantically."
Taking a deep breath, Old Paige spoke again, his tone still cold: "If it hadn't been for our most loyal guards to lay down his life, hehe, you would never see me again."
"This... how is it possible!" Master Dewey looked astonished: "It's not recorded in the literature like that, it doesn't say..."
"You, you, you are still so naive" Old Paggy sneered: "Did you forget what I said to you?"
Master Dewey's face instantly became serious.
Old Paqi's tone remained unchanged, and he said every word: "The records in historical documents are all farts!"
Master Dewey trembled, and the hand that was originally placed on the table slowly dropped. He lowered his head and was silent for a long time before muttering: "Pachi, can't we do it all over again?"
"sure."
"what did you say?"
Master Dewey didn't seem to hear a word clearly, and asked with a dazed expression.
"I said-yes."
The color of surprise jumped to his face in an instant, and Master Dewey eagerly asked: "How to do it? Tell me how to do it? As long as I can, I will do it!"
Old Paige snorted, with a teasing smile on his face: "My condition, you should know."
"Should I know? I..."
Suddenly, his face changed drastically and his voice became more frightened. He raised his thin right hand, Master Dewey pointed at Old Paige, and said tremblingly: "You...do you want me... .No! This is impossible! I can't do this!"
Master Dewey clenched his fist with his right hand, trembling violently, and said: "Pachi, I know you hate, but I can't kill them. You should know their current status...and their status in Fort Witch. Killing them will shake the foundation of the country! Fort Vitch, that's your hometown, you can't do this!"
"Heh, hometown?" Old Paqi laughed, without any warmth on his smile: "I have loved it and maintained it. In order to strengthen Fort Vitch, I even chose the most disgusting blacksmith work, wholeheartedly wanting to become a master. , To contribute to Fort Witch, but how does it return me?"
"Two teenage children were forced to sneak into the merchant ship and hid them in the cargo warehouse, for fear of accidentally revealing their traces and being killed by compatriots who came over!"
Old Paige’s smile became more and more miserable: "And those cargo ships are not regular large ships, but some medium-sized merchant ships used for smuggling. You know better than me, the survival rate of this kind of merchant ships at sea, hum, I’m afraid even a percentage. None of them arrive."
Taking a deep breath, Old Paggy calmed down a little, and continued: "I know you are difficult to do, and I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you get out of this door, you will treat me and Tracy as dead, and treat it as if everything never happened. Then, you, continue to be your Master Dewey, and I, continue to be my blacksmith Paige. From now on, I will never commit each other again. How about?"
Master Dewey did not answer, but his expression at the moment told me that he was about to collapse.
A good friend who hasn't seen for many years, and the friendship accumulated for many years, how can we give up if we give up?
The stability and development of Fort Kovic is equally important in his heart.
Is to choose friendship? Or righteous?
No, this is not a great sense, it's just that the rights of the royal family and nobles have been safeguarded from beginning to end, but the most important structural unit of Fort Witch is the royal family and nobles?
Master Dewey is tangling and struggling.
He longed for the best of both worlds, but couldn't ask for it.
It can only be like a fish that has been exposed to the scorching sun, leaping onto the shore, constantly eager to breathe, but falls into despair little by little.
"How to do it...how to do it..."
Master Dewey lowered his head and murmured.
Old Paige stood up, held his hands behind his back, came to me, and whispered: "When he thinks it through, take him to the room to rest."
He pointed to the only room left.
"what about me?"
"You sleep in the living room."
"..."
Closing the door, the hall fell into deathly silence again.
I leaned on the sofa, thinking about which sofa to choose as the bed tonight, and while I was in distress, Master Dewey’s voice came in my ears: "Child, help me."
Lifting his head suddenly, I saw Master Dewey looking at me with a haggard face.
"Are you... okay?"
Master Dewey shook his head: "I'm fine, but...a little tired."
"Xiao Yi, you said, what should I do?"
He held his head in his hands in pain, this was the first time I saw him so fragile and helpless.
"What else?" I said: "If you want to keep your friendship, just do what your uncle said."
"But... Fort Witch will..."
Raising my index finger, shook it gently, and I smiled and said: "Foster father, you have filtered, and if you say something rebellious, even if the emperor is dead and clean, Fort Witch is still Fort Witch."
"It does not belong to any royal or noble member, it does not even belong to any one person, because it belongs to all goblins and dwarves...just like this zephyr continent, it does not belong to a certain race, It belongs to all beings."
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