Chapter 2501: Palrich

Poison...antidote...
Goblin...dwarf...
Why does it sound so familiar, as if you have seen a similar scene somewhere?
Master Dewey continued: "Later, for some reason, my best friend moved away from the old site. Since then, I have completely severed contact with Fort Witch. Later, although I sent people to search for it, I have been searching for it for so many years."
With a faint sigh, Master Dewey said in a daze: "I don't know if that dear friend is still in the world. If he is still, how will he live?"
"Um...Foster father, take the liberty to ask, your best friend...what's his name?"
"His surname has been taken away. All that is left is his name. His name is Pallich."
"Palridge...Palridge...Patch...Patch? Old Pudge?!" I was surprised and blurted out, "His wife Is his name Tracy?"
Master Dewey was visibly startled for a while, and said, "You, how do you know?"
"Does that kind of poison cause people to lose weight day by day, until all organs are completely exhausted, before they really die?"
Master Dewey's red eyes rounded, and he looked at me incredulously: "Why... would you know this in detail?"
With a chuckle, I said: "If I was not mistaken, foster father, your best friend, is my fiancee's uncle."
Master Dewey's eyes were rounder, and his eyes seemed to pop out.
His hands were trembling constantly, and the expensive wine syrup was tumbling and rolling in the trembling, and it continued to overflow the cup and spilled on the thick carpet.
His lips were also trembling. He seemed to say something more than agitated, but the uncontrollable emotion was like a large plug, which tightly blocked his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe and to make a sound.
Master Dewey stood up with a squeeze, and continued to take deep, deep breaths...Dozens of deep breaths in succession, the excitement like a squally rainstorm finally subsided.
"He, where is he?" Master Dewey dropped the crystal glass, grabbed my arm, and tremblingly said: "Quickly, take me to see him!"
"just now?"
"Now! Right now! Right now!"
Master Dewey eagerly said: "I can't wait any longer!"
"Okay, foster father, I understand."
Smiling and nodding, I walked quickly towards the door.
When we got out of the room, a waiter on duty at the night shift stood at the door, saw us coming out, and hurriedly bowed to say hello.
"Clean up the room, replace the carpet with a new one...Wait, take the carpet that has been replaced, take it home, and give it to you."
The waiter almost fainted in excitement. When we were walking a long way, he fell to his knees with a plop, kowtow and thank you very much.
To the fierce response of the waiter, my heart did not fluctuate at all. It was normal. Don’t look at the carpet being soiled by Master Dewey, but its purchase price is more than 100,000 gold coins. If it’s cleaned, it will be put on a second-hand auction , At least it can sell tens of thousands of gold coins.
According to the price standard of Hefeng Mainland, a gold coin can barely live for an ordinary adult for one year, and the assets of tens of thousands of gold coins are enough for an ordinary resident to live a life of a little nobleman.
If you are willing to spend money, you can even buy aristocratic status and leap away from the ordinary class.
How could the waiter be upset when a commoner family that could no longer be ordinary was suddenly given the opportunity to be promoted to the noble class?
But I regretted it a little bit, not because of the carpet regret, I was really worried that he would be so happy that he became a lunatic like Fan Jin.
The Moonlight City in the middle of the night is quieter, natural and beautiful...thrilling than the night in any other country.
Yes, you read that right, it's just horror.
Although the nights in other towns are not quiet, there are not so many natural things, let alone beautiful, but at least the crowded night markets, the noisy neighborhoods, the pubs with fun and drinking, singing and laughing, and the bustling and smoky. The gambling house, these all add a lot of popularity to the quiet night.
But the night in Moonlight City was quiet. There were no drinkers who sang and sang, and there were no dealers who shook the dice, and not even a passerby.
In fact, not seeing a figure is not the most terrifying thing. If you can see a figure in the streets of Moonlight City where the night is black and windy, it will be the most terrifying-you have no way of judging whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend.
The quiet night, the rustle of the swaying branches on both sides of the road, and the weird shadows reflected by the faint moonlight, constituted a terrifying picture, which woke up Master Dewey's drinking spirit.
He curled his neck with his hands and glanced at him. Obviously, Master Dewey had been feared to the extreme. If it hadn't been for my company, he would have fled back to the airship if he was too scared.
After walking for a while, Master Dewey said nervously: "Also...how far is it?"
"It's quite far away" pointed his finger in the distance: "When you reach the residential area, go forward two hundred meters and turn to the left."
Master Dewey did not speak. He glanced at me, shivered, and continued to follow me silently.
The night walks fast. This is true or not. It usually takes an hour to walk, and it took only forty minutes to arrive.
Looking at the row upon row of tree houses, Master Dewey finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although there is no light reflected in the tree house, at least in residential areas, once an accident occurs, he can wake up the surrounding residents with just a shout.
Even if you can't overcome the siege, at least there are many people who are prestigious.
When we arrived at the residential area, we continued to walk forward, crossed a few streets, and turned to the left. An ordinary tree house appeared in front of us.
"Hey, foster father, this is their home."
Pointing to the tree house, I stepped forward, ready to knock on the door.
As soon as he raised his hand, he heard a low voice behind him: "Wait!"
Turning his head in doubt, he saw Master Dewey standing in the same place with a tangled face, seeming to be at a loss.
"What's wrong, foster father?" I asked in a low voice.
Master Dewey waved his hand: "You let go, I'll come."
I retreated to the side as instructed. I leaned on the wall and watched silently at the door. Master Dewey, whose arms were raised, but he was still reluctant to fall, was quite anxious, but couldn’t do anything, so I had to continue to lean on. On the wall, waiting silently.
Master Dewey’s movements are like a robot that is about to run out of power, repeating regular movements: stepping on the foot, raising his arm, raising his hand... Then he lowered his arms in despair, retracted his steps, lowered his head, meditated, and gave Pump yourself up.
The action lasted longer, and it seemed less sad, but rather funny.
But I can't laugh, I can only wait, because this step is very important, at least for Master Dewey. It determines whether Master Dewey can step out of the psychological shadow and get rid of the nightmare that has troubled him for many years.
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