Vol 2 Chapter 273: Yc

Chapter 273 YC
Longyan City, the spear area.
Old Booker extinguished the ignoring lights that he had set up to attract customers, and he felt that there was another day that was not business and was not good.
The spear area is an interesting place: there is no poverty and backwardness in the shield area and the hammer area, and there is no such thing as an axe area and an arrow area. It is not even as lively as the bow area, the sword area and the reclamation area, but in the Longyan city. The is relatively high. Most of the people living here are the family members of the loyal servants who have a half-employment but have not been able to get the title, or the civilian merchants who have no money but can’t live in the aristocratic area. So, the spear The district is just an uncompromising area.
But the ancestral home of Commas Varyl, the old boss of the innkeeper, is one of the few people who use this kind of shackle to survive: he sees the business opportunities.
Old Booker’s inn is clean and tidy, the decoration is not too bad, and the cost is more than enough, but it always attracts customers who are not in a low position – such as a businessman with money or Craftsmen, or those who are not well-off but do not want to lose the decent aristocrats, or who come from afar and do not understand the local market.
These are often people who come from outside and wait for a glimpse of the "big men". They are not qualified to stay in the axe area and the arrow area for too long, and they don't want to go to the chaotic sword area and the bow area to fall down. (Of course, low-lying and humble The shield area and the hammer area are not considered at all.) They are often chosen to be located in the spear area. The old Buick’s hotel is well-lined and not so shabby.
After countless hardships, the old Booker and his family have taken root in the spear area.
It is a pity that since the assassination of Prince Morar, the relationship between the two major countries of West and West has become tense.
The rumors of conscription, tax increase, reclamation, and out of stock came one after another. The tense atmosphere in the city caused Lao Buike’s business to plummet in the past month or so. Recently, only one guest stayed, so he could only sigh himself. Luck is too bad, and then, in accordance with established practice, cut costs from liquor purchases and miscellaneous wages to maintain the hotel's survival.
When the news of the arrival of the Prince of Stars came, he thought the crisis had passed.
Until last night, Old Booker woke up from his sleep.
See you in the moon!
Why are countless patrols rushing through the streets at night?
What was the horrible noise last night?
What are the thunderous bangs in the middle of the night?
Although the old Buick is a Kangmasi, but the only ones who are in the Dragon Wing Square are the ones who are only planning to take a trip and go.
From the time of Buick or Buick, he saw the Northland girl who helped the goods in Warri, to fascinate her wholeheartedly, and desperately ran away with his future wife to Longyan City. It’s been twenty years: the neighbors who have had a backing in the local area have been accustomed to his existence. For a long time, even the most demanding and orderly officials will not come to him. Long time young people always think that he is It’s a very special Northlander. It’s so long that even the words spit out under his tongue are filled with a strong northern accent—something that would be ridiculed by him as a
rough
vague ending when he was young. Until his beloved Northland wife died, Old Booker did not intend to return to his hometown or change places.
But Old Booker can point to any one of the goddess of the moon or the lady of the harvest to swear: He has lived in the city of Longyan for the past few years, and never heard what he saw after opening the window last night!
Disaster?
The big octopus in the direction of the shield area?
Dragon?
The winged lizard that roared in the flames?
The neighbors or the whispers of panic or awe, who are not familiar with the legends and stories of the North, feared: Is this back to the age of mythology?
Forget it, the big men will handle it well--the old Buick, who has a lingering fear, yawns with a lack of sleep, shakes his head and picks up the pen, opens the account book, is preparing to calculate the management of the order officer and the patrol, a ten The five-year-old black-haired girl opened the door and walked in calmly.
Old Booker instantly drove away all the gloom on his face, as if to meet his princess.
"Lucy!" The innkeeper happily said: "My dear daughter!"
But after seeing the dress of the girl, the old Booker frowned immediately.
The girl was covered with ice and snow, and her mouth and nose were tightly covered with a black cloth. She only showed a pair of clever eyes. She wore a simple but thick cotton coat with gloves full of snow and tight ties on her legs. Tied into the boots.
I don't know where to go again - Old Booker thought uncomfortably.
"You ran outside the city again? So big snow, not even a hat!" The boss forced himself to raise his face and raised a finger: "I didn't say it, you saw it yesterday, now It’s messing around, there aren’t even a few guests in ten days...

"The patrol also passed here this morning..."
"There are rumors everywhere, saying that the following areas have been destroyed..."
"The rural villagers who come from poor areas..." Old Booker looked worriedly at his daughter: "You are a girl, Lucy! Pay more attention to your safety!"
The girl who covered her face stepped on the ground, rubbed off the snow on her feet, and patted the gloves with ice crystals. She pulled a pair of white hands out from the inside, and then pulled down the black cloth on her face to reveal a piece of black cloth. The red face in the cold weather is playful and cute.
The girl turned to the boss and showed a brilliant smile.
This made Old Booker’s painful preaching one of them.
"Yes, yes, yes, dear father," the girl smiled and waved her hand and held the handle of the wooden ladder: "I know."
"I will go upstairs when I am fine..."
The girl made a grimacing face and then jumped and disappeared in front of the old Buick.
Only the rest of the building went upstairs.
Old Buccton was mad at it.
"You, Lucy!"
The boss explored half of his body, suppressed the voice, and sternly pointed at the stairs: "Don't bother the guests - he stressed that he wants to be quiet!"
In response to his, the daughter dragged a long tail: "Know------"
There are also a few whispers of muttering above, which generally seem to be "the old man."
Old Booker retracted his head from the stairs and sighed long.
"Imperial people, disasters, dragons, curfews, um, there is a daughter who is as uneasy as her mother..." The boss reluctantly walked back to his seat, took a swig of his wife's favorite ale, and shook his head: " God knows what else is waiting for me..."
but……
Old Booker turned his eyes and bent his mouth:
As long as Lucy is fine, Lucy is happy and happy...
That life is not too bad.
Old Buick’s original dull mood suddenly brightened, and he turned his attention back to his laptop.
But what he didn't know was that when the daughter disappeared out of his sight, the girl's original youthful expression suddenly cooled down.
It seems as if the frost has fallen.
She embodies a faint chill beneath her body, and the light and happy footsteps immediately become silent, like a black cat walking on the ground.
The girl pushed open the wooden door of a room and walked indifferently into this narrow, dark, room with a burst of medicine.
On the wooden bed in the room, a man sitting against the wall slowly opened his deep eyes and his face was gloomy.
He wrapped his tight, tight gray coat, and he was not frozen in the cold weather. He put his hands on his knees, his sleeves on his upper arms, and his left and right shoulders were wrapped in thick bandages.
The girl closed the door and slowly bent her mouth to reveal a sneer that was just the opposite of the cute smile.
She whispered to the man, respectfully and patiently shouting a strange name:
"father."
The gray man did not respond, but just looked out and opened a slit window.

The city began to get rid of it,
the girl seemed to get used to the silence of the other side. She sat down on the stool next to her and grabbed a short knife on the table. She said:
Probably the big men in the palace reached an agreement.

"When are we going?"
The gray man still did not respond.
But in the next second, he suddenly raised his head, and the air in his eyes turned into vigilance.
The gray man gently raised his hand, and a short knife jumped strangely from the table two meters away and flew into his hand.
Just listen to him smoothly and said: "We are coming to the guests."
The girl twitched and stood up, instinctively moving.
She stretched out the white, tender and slender fingers of the Northland, pulled the black cloth that had been tied to her neck from the collar, and pulled it all the way to the nose, covering half of the face just as it was.
Just like a professional mask.
Not only cover your face, but also cover your breath.
She just pulled up the mask and took the dagger in her arms, and a sharp voice came from outside the door.
"I haven't seen you for a long time, old friend."
A middle-aged man walked in and opened the door, his face flushed with a smile.
The "guest" is wearing a wide-bodied cockroach that is common in the North, wearing a thick hat that covers both ears, but has a flat face that is rare in the West, with a thin lips and a yellowish complexion. It makes people feel good.
He took a sigh of relief in his hand, ignored the the side, and narrowed his eyes to adjust to the light in the room.
The girl frowned, but the man on the bed made a gesture to let her live and hold the desire to shoot.
The guest smiled and looked straight at the man on the bed and stepped forward.
At this point, the man in the gray coat suddenly raised his deep eyes, and the sputum radiated cold light.
"There are three traps in front of you."
The smile of the guest was frozen on his face, just like the right foot he had just raised.
The words of the gray man are straightforward and have no feelings: "Two of them are fatal."
The flat-faced guest took a deep breath, blinked and shrugged, seemingly reluctantly put the raised right foot back in place.
The the side curled up and sneered in the bottom of her heart.
But the smile of the guest seems to be stuck on the face, and the color is re-emerged in the shackles.
"Now you are a veritable Junjun family," the guest sneered and licked his hand. His vocabulary accented with strange accents, neither like Exeter and Star, nor Kangmas. Or Southwestern: "Thinking about it makes people think..."
The guest’s words suddenly broke out – his gaze moved to the bandage on the man’s shoulders.
"Oh," his voice sank, as if he was a little surprised and a little confused: "You are hurt."
"accident?"
The the side snorted.
But the gray man on the bed just looked at the guests coldly.
"He is surrounded by the White Blade Guard, sixteen people." The man whispered.
Guests are interested in the look.
"Three knives, one knife is cut deeper than a knife," the gray-shirt man moved his left arm wrapped in a bandage and continued to carelessly said: "It is good to be able to come back."
The flat-faced guests put up a smile, and he lowered his head and looked at the man quietly.
Just like peeping behind the door.
"What about your brother?"
The guest opened his mouth and whispered, "Why is it so difficult for him to let him go alone?"
"He has his own place." The man silently said.
Silence lasted for a few seconds.
The guest stared at the ground under his feet and stretched his hands from behind, silently shaking in front of him: "Isn't the injury?"
The girl who didn’t feel right was frowning.
The eyes of the gray man still have no waves, far from the guests.
The man slowly tilted his mouth and moved his shoulders: "If you want to kill me, now is a good time."
"When I can't move my knife with both arms."
The girl’s eyes were clean and she grasped the dagger in her arms.
Just wait for one order.
The eyebrows of the guests are lightly picked.
He leaned his head forward, motionless, staring straight at the man in front, especially looking at the short knife in the other hand, his eyes soft and strange.
The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
The man is silent and calm.
Finally, when the girl was impatient, the guest suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The guest narrowed his eyes and leaned back, and he couldn’t help it, as if he had a very fun thing.
He raised his finger to the position of the eye, and ordered a man, a look of "I caught it".
"You are getting more and more humorous, Baan Knight!"
He laughed, the index finger in the air shook more and more quickly, and the tone was exaggerated: "I like you!"
The gray-haired man, known as Baan Knight, just looked at him coldly and didn't say a word for a long time.
But the guest did not feel cold, he put away his smile and fingers, and turned to the girl with interest.
"Oh, girl, you must be a talented ‘Lucy’!

The guest owes a politely owe, continues to smile strangely, and uses his strange accent: "My subordinates have your help, and it is your father's..."
But he is obviously not welcome.
"Let's stay away from me," the blind-faced girl looked disgusted: "The Far East people with yin and yang."
"Oh, this is really cold," the guests of the Far East answered patiently, and did not think that they were stunned: "It hurts my heart."
The man on the bed gently bounced his short knife.
"as far as I know."
Baan Knight of the gray coat snorted and interrupted the other party: "You never risk yourself."
He said indifferently: "But you are still here."
Hearing this, the guests of the Far East sighed with a sigh of relief, seemingly helplessly sighed.
"This time the customer can't deal with it... you know, the big man who can kill even his brother... I won't come again, the little ones will be messed up." He shrugged.
and……
The Far East guests sighed: More importantly, the boy who represented the Fuxing Palace.
But the man did not move at all: "Why come to me."
The guest spit out a sigh of relief and snorted twice.
"My friend got some news from the stars," the guest blinked, as if to come up with a big baby: "You know, it is not easy for us to get the news there now..."
The man in the gray coat is crying: "Speak the key."
"You may be interested," the words of the Far East guests quickly turned to the theme, making the blunt turn of the plains very smooth: "There are several population gathering points in the border, encountering intruders..."
Baan Knight once again snorted: "The point."
The Far East did not hesitate to say the next sentence: "It's very similar to the style of the Saariton family, regardless of the knife or the figure."
At that moment, the the side was breathing.
It seems like something.
The Far East guests raised their eyebrows and observed the expression of Baan Knight.
The gray man still had no reaction, just suddenly glanced out the window.
The Far East people have some doubts.
But after a few seconds, he was also slightly stagnation, also looked out the window.
The face of the Far East people became dignified and serious.
"It turns out that you will also have a tail." The gray man was faint.
The Far East guests smiled and seemed to be embarrassed.
"Do you want to help you?" Baan Knight said lightly.
The Far East guests glanced at the short knife in the other hand and sighed softly, but then they changed the smile of joy again.
"Don't dare."
He was slightly covered: "This is my personal business."
"That's good," the gray man nodded gently. "Don't."
The voice just fell, and the man named Baan Knight turned over the bed.
At the moment when his legs landed, the five short knives on the table were like a life-like jump, flying forward and backward to Baan Knight.
Then he was obediently inserted into several different scabbards around him.
Seeing this incredible scene, the Far East people could not help but frown slightly.
"The trap is lifted," the gray man put on a large robe and covered the bandage on his body. He walked through the Far East and whispered softly: "You can come in with confidence."
The Far East guests politely owe themselves.
The girl snorted and smiled at the Far East guests and followed her father out of the door.
At the moment when the two left him, the Far East guest looked up and his eyes became very cold.
He gently closed the door and looked out the window and sighed.
"For fifteen years," the guest's mouth spit out another language that is different from the West-Roman idiom, consisting of one tone: "I was still found by you."
At the window, one hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the window edge—the second Far East man turned to the room.
"Long time," the owner of the Far East butcher who had just turned in from the window, the man who had a relationship with Taylors, Gu, standing on the window and flapping the snow on his hand, using the same language, faintly said: Teng brother."
"Tengguan."

On the stairs outside the room, the gray man and the masked girl quietly underground.
"That is..." The girl turned her head and glanced at the room just now, couldn't help but open her mouth: "Lord?"
The man did not answer, just nodded.
The girl’s eyes are tight.
"Father, he just said, the intruder," the girl tempted and asked: "That may be the mother or sister..."
"How much?" The expressionless man is awkward.
The girl gave a slight glimpse: "Ah?"
"That guy," the gray man said coldly: "How many lies have you said?"
"Lie..." The girl is somewhat confused.
"Eleven."
"From the time he stepped into the room and when we got out of the room, he said a total of eleven lies," the man whispered, his eyes dignified and continued: "Nine of them are deadly - if I have one that I have not identified, and do Responding to temptations..."
The man suppressed the trembling of the palm of his hand and waved his left hand. The volley caught a drop of blood leaking from the bandage and prevented it from dripping underground: "The scene will be difficult to read."
The girl was taken aback and blinked: "But he didn't say much in total..."
"The lie doesn't need to be open," the gray man interrupted the girl coldly: "This sentence comes from the mouth of a terrible lady, remember it."
The masked girl is one of the stagnation.
"There is one more thing," the man didn't look at the girl around him. He was expressionless and his voice was indifferent: "Your mother and sister are dead."
"Don't mention them again."
Hearing this statement, the girl's shoulders shook gently and gently clenched her fists.
"Next time," the gray man might have noticed the girl's abnormality, but he did not respond: "Don't bring this tail to the door again."
The girl lowered her head deeply.
People can't see her eyes.
They walked down the stairs.
"Lucy, how did you come down with the guests?"
Old Booker looked up on the chair and looked at the black-masked girl, and she was surprised: "And wearing a scarf, are you going out?"
But the girl did not pay attention to him, but only looked at the man in gray.
"This guest," said the old Booker, and looked at the man diligently: "Do you want to check out?"
The gray man was slightly decapitated and whispered to the girl: "Clean, don't leave any traces."
Old Booker looked puzzled at the interaction between her daughter and her guests.
The masked girl nodded and walked in front of him in the eyes of the old Booker and hugged him with open arms.
Just like a daughter hugging a father.
"What are you doing, Lucy?" Old Booker looked at his daughter's move with a grin, and reluctantly hugged her, and apologized to the chilly guest: "I have to entertain..."
But his words could not be finished.
"laugh!"
Old Buick’s face changed, and he hugged his daughter and shook!
Old Booker's teeth began to tremble, his face was extremely distorted, and he looked down at his daughter in his arms with a difficult and shocked look.
"Lucy, you..." Old Booker's jitter is getting more and more powerful, and seems to endure tremendous pain.
But nothing can match the incredible, painful and desperate moments in his eyes.
"Puff puff!"
Old Booker shuddered again, and it was more terrible than it was!
His eyebrows were twisted into a ball, but he could only find coldness and indifference from his daughter's eyes.
The girl loosened her arms and gently pushed the old Booker away.
"噗通!" Old Booker fell to his face in desperation.
He trembled his lips and looked at the dagger in the girl's right hand.
The sense of moistness and warmth spread from the back of the boss's pain, soaking the robes and smearing the ground.
Do not.
Lucy.
Do not!
The old Booker, who fell in a pool of blood, licked his lips and stared at the dagger in the girl's hand.
Almost obscured by the pain of the senses, he extended his weak right hand to his favorite daughter, with a cry in his voice:
"Lucy...no...why..."
But the girl was only condescending, looking at him coldly, and her disdain and disgust.
"Listen, dear father."
"I don't call ‘Lucy,’ that's just my job name,
the masked girl gently crouched down and leaned into the ear of Old Booker:
My real name is...

She uses a voice that only two people can hear:
"Jessica Sariton."
Old Booker’s eyes are condensed.
But apart from his inability to scratch on the ground, he could not say anything.
The man in the gray coat stood quietly behind them and said nothing.
Jessica stood up silently, silently glanced at his dagger and gently licked the blood from it.
On the dagger, two letters appear on the edge of the blood-soaked blade:
YC.
Sorry, the next chapter is the end of the volume.
PS In fact, this chapter is in the receipt of the pen.
Friendly reminder: This chapter has some incomprehensible points, may wish to go back and look at "Fan Wai San Business", "The Inheritor of the Kingdom" volume, Chapter 35, "Dancing with the Dragon", Chapter 41, Chapter 59, and "Dragon Blood" Chapters 12 and 13 of the volume.
(End of this chapter)