Chapter 254: Old pachi's wife

Charles is worthy of being the celebrity in front of the second heir to the city of Ai Rui, and what he realizes is fast.
I just ordered the request down here, he got up from the ground numbly, looked around, and saw a rag beside the counter, quickly picked it up, and forcefully forced the unpleasant smell on the ground. Haw's excrement was wiped clean, then he got up in embarrassment and slipped out of the door.
As soon as he left the house, he bumped into something like a wall, one was unstable, and with a plop, he fell to the ground.
He raised his head and glanced, immediately ashamed and horrified, several feelings merged into a big ‘shame and anger’.
It was not a wall, but a person, a person he knew, or even a person he often met—Harold.
I think if there is a slightly wide and long ground seam now, he will definitely go in and hide it for three days and three nights.
If he had the ability, he even wished to kill all the parties and witnesses around him, so as to relieve the shame he had accumulated in his heart.
However, he can't, let alone him, even his master can't do it.
Frozen for a few seconds, he could no longer pay attention to the smell of urine in his hands, and suddenly covered his face with his hands, screamed like a woman, and then rushed out of the weapon shop.
I was happy to hear about his series of actions, and then, with one hand, carried the two dying adventurers to the door, and then threw them both out with one hand.
The two adventurers who were fierce before, at this moment, are like two sacks full of rubbish, thumping and thumping to the ground, and after rolling, they stopped moving.
I clapped my hands without looking, and walked back to the shop.
If you kill someone in your previous life, on the earth, you will have to pay legal responsibility. Even if you can escape for a while, you will get caught.
However, this is not feasible in Hefeng Continent.
In Hefeng Continent, different towns have different laws, and the rules of these laws are made by the powers of each town.
In other cities and towns, I don’t know the content of their laws because of the short life span.
As for the laws of Eri City, I have heard a little.
Except for tax evasion and vicious incidents with particularly bad plots, killing a few people and fighting a few times are not illegal in Eri City.
This is clearly reflected in Harold.
As one of the highest law enforcement officers in Erie City, he looked at the two dying adventurers with a blank expression, and his eyes didn't regard them as ‘people’.
After I threw the two out, Harold blamed it a little: "Why did you throw them on the street? This will scare children and women."
As soon as his voice fell, the cry of children and screams of women came from the street outside the door.
"Look at what I said" Harold sighed, shook his head, and walked in.
Entered the weapon shop and had a face-to-face with Old Pachi.
Old Paggy trembled with fright, and murmured: "Oops, what's the fear!"
While muttering, he tried to slip away, but I grabbed him: "What are you doing?"
"Run for your life" Old Paggy lowered his voice as much as possible: "Do you have to wait for him to retaliate?"
I snorted and said, "Don't worry, Charles won't retaliate. I guess he won't even dare to see anyone at this time."
"I didn't mean him!" Old Paggy shook his head and winked.
It turned out he was referring to Harold.
I shook my head slightly at him, and said with a serious face: "Didn't you tell me before, if you believe me, don't do these unnecessary actions."
Seeing that I looked serious, Old Paige stopped running away, but was still trembling all over his body. This state was exactly the same as Charles before, except that he didn't pee his pants.
Harold greeted him and then whispered to me: "He seems to be scared."
I answered: "Yeah, I just got beaten up, you are also afraid of changing you."
He nodded, and said, "What should I do?"
"Have you never met ordinary people in a scared state before?" I asked.
Harold shook his head.
I thought for a while and said: "Just tell me your purpose, so that he will feel more at ease."
Hearing what I said, Harold gently said to Old Paige: "You don't need to be afraid. I'm here this time to help you solve the problem."
Seeing that Old Paige was still scared, and with a dazed expression on his face, I hurriedly explained to him: "It's about your wife's illness."
Maybe it's because I didn't express it clearly, or it's possible that Old Paige was scared, so I got it wrong.
After listening to my explanation, he first shook his whole body, then fell on his knees with a splash, snot and tears: "My lord, although my wife is sick, her disease is not an infectious disease, nor has it affected. Anyone else, please, let my wife go, that is, I am willing to be a cow and a horse!"
Harold in front of him was dumbfounded.
I covered my face and let out a big ‘fog grass’!
Where is this special?
Is my ability to express myself so bad that it is hopelessly bad?
Or is it that the brains of this product have reached an unfathomable degree?
Thinking about it this way, I was also confused.
In the end, under the explanation between Harold and I, the dark clouds of despair finally dispersed. Old Paige wiped away the tears, blew his nose, and sobbed, "You, what you said is true? "
"It's true," Harold said patiently.
Old Paggy turned to me again.
I was busy expressing my position: "It is more real than gold and silver."
At this time, Old Paqi finally believed, he let out a long sigh, and said with a tired look: "Come with me."
Just two steps out, he stopped, turned his head, and told me and Harold: "Remember to go lightly!"
Then, the three of us crept into the back room.
In the back room, in the innermost room, Harold's wife was lying quietly on the bed, her sallow face looked very bad, and she could tell at a glance that she had been ill for a long time.
Judging from her thin body and petite figure, she should be a dwarf.
At this moment, she was asleep deeply.
Harold's eyes showed pity, and he whispered, "Look, she looks like an angel."
As he said, he couldn't help crying again.
Hastily wiped away the tears, he turned his head and looked at his wife again.
His behavior is so natural, as if he is admiring a work of art, more like admiring a stunning beauty.
This is his love for his wife.
I sighed, turned my head, and couldn't help being surprised.
Harold on the side, the corner of his eyes, had already begun to burst into tears.
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