Chapter 398: We are innocent.

There was silence in the room. Everyone looked at Woodrow and looked at the guards with the knife. There was a trace of fear in his eyes. The stone in his hand fell to the ground, and his eyes looked at the wheat. grid.
Wark was killed by him. He avenged everyone. Can you let everyone not be taken to Basti prison? There is a hint of hope in the eyes of everyone, but more despair.
Even if he is even more powerful, it is absolutely impossible for him to be the opponent of so many guards. It is difficult to protect himself, let alone save them.
"What to do? What should I do now, Amy, they are because we are in trouble..." Rebecca looked at the scene, anxious like an ant on a hot pot.
"Father, is he also a bad person? Is he wearing the clothes of the city's government, is it a bad person?" Amy didn't know when she secretly looked at Woodrow from the gap between Meg's fingers, and asked some puzzled questions.
"Yes, this is a bad guy in a good human skin, worse than the average bad guy." McGonagall hugged Amy from the back seat, squatting in his arms, watching the people holding the knife around him. The guards did not expect to encounter such a thing in the city of chaos. It seems that the road to equality and harmony between the Grey Temple and the City House is still very long.
There are many first-class knights among these guards. Although they are a little less powerful than Valk, they are numerous, and they belong to the lord of the city. Their status is somewhat special.
Of course, in order to save his life, McGonagall will not be rigid until the opponent wears a dress in the city's main house, but if you want to get away easily, let Amy take the easiest way.
Previously, he had taken some risks in his shots. Although he said that only Wark heard it alone, it was not very good to show too much strength.
"There is no king in the city of chaos, only rules and order, Woodrow, are you afraid of forgetting your identity?" At this moment, a heavy voice rang from a distance.
"Who?" Woodrow was slightly surprised, turned and looked, and the guards separated to the sides, letting a word come, Brandley was sullen, with more than a dozen gray temples and the inspection department Come towards this side.
"Brandley adults!" Woodrow changed his face, his eyes flashed a panic, but his face quickly returned to calm, and quickly greeted him, a look of sadness: "It turned out to be Bradley, how are you? Come here, there has just been an extremely violent riot, the mob has cruelly killed my nephew, and his guards, the means are extremely cruel, this is the nephew of my own son, so the corpse capital is not Complete, I was stunned for a moment, and said something I shouldn’t say, but today I have to avenge my nephew and the guards and brothers who have died. I can’t let them cry. This guy, and these mobs, No one can let them escape!"
The family of the miners looked at Bradley, his eyes lit up, and after hearing Woodrow's words, he gradually became angry. It seems that this person is just the same as Woodrow.
Bradley looked at the fleshy and corpse, and the body that had been almost divided, and his face became extremely dignified. Under such a bright day, such a terrible killing happened.
What made him even more surprised was that the people who were scattered around the scattered blood were all women and children, and they were all skinny and thin, with a blood-stained stone at their feet. The angry eyes seemed to be rushing to the front. To shred them apart, what kind of thing is it that can make these hands of people without the power of the chickens so angry, even killing people in the street?
The Grey Temple is also showing the color of surprise. I didn’t expect that there would be no gains in checking the magic fire today, but I encountered such a thing. It is much more serious than the fire, and it involves so many people, not General event.
"Adult, a total of six people died, of which there may be a second-level knight, a third-level event!" A member of the Grey Temple quickly stepped forward to check it again, 禀 reported.
Brandley nodded and was preparing to take a look at making such a case. What a sinister gangster.
"Grandpa Barabara, are you coming to catch the bad guys? They are big bad guys, you can grab them!" Just then, a soft voice sounded.
Bradley stunned and turned his head. He looked at McGond surrounded by guards and Amy in his arms. He was surprised to say: "Mc boss, little boss, how are you here?"
"Brandley, do you know them?" Woodrow's heart suddenly raised an ominous premonition, swallowed a slobber, and tried to ask.
"Amy's father knows this adult?" Rebecca's face is full of surprises, and today her mood can be described in thousands of turns.
The eyes of the miners’ families have also revived a few points of hope, because this person may have a different development.
"Unfortunately, we may be the mob who took the lead in killing people in his mouth. Of course, I don't agree with this identity. I want to add to my sin." McGonagall looked at Brandley and shrugged his shoulders. Grandpa Barabara is Amy gave Brandley the nickname, because his name was a bit like this sound, and every time Meg heard this nick, he couldn't help but laugh.
"We are innocent." Amy also followed the helpless hand and shrugged her shoulders.
Bradley looked at the broken bodies on the ground, and looked at the clothes neatly, the blood was not stained, and the little Amy in his arms even had the soles clean, and they could not connect them with the murderer.
Of course, what makes Bradley believe is the character and identity of McGonagall, the owner of a restaurant that is full of everyday afflictions. A four-year-old daughter is already a third-level magician and also worships two great magicians. As a father, a hero who once helped kill the murderer of the fourth-level event, a man who dared to face the fierce werewolf with a kitchen knife to protect the safety of the guests, it is absolutely impossible to kill the street for no reason and make a corpse. It’s a maddening thing, and it’s still in front of your own daughter.
"He is the owner of a restaurant in Aden Square, Woodrow, what is going on in this matter?" Bradley asked Woodro with a serious look.
Although they can't be subjectively ruined by Maige's father and daughter, their identity is very special. I heard that the two-party talks this evening are held in the Mai Mi restaurant. This must be handled properly. If the fault is not in them. That must not affect the progress of the talks between the two sides.