Chapter 228

Looking at Edward with a grim look, Peter FASA was speechless for a moment.

Yes, in order to survive, weiello is likely to lie, and his words are not credible at all - but Peter knows better that he is only deceiving himself and others and unwilling to believe it.

There are thousands of poor people living in the sewers of eboden. No one cares about their life or death. Even many people don't know their existence. Even if they die, no one cares.

Yes, is there any better "experimental material" than these people?

The mere thought of this made Peter FASA feel a thrill. The nine pointed star wizard tower occasionally digs the dead prisoners or some uninhabited bodies for experiments. Peter himself has digged them himself - although the wizard tower was denounced by the church for blasphemy, he didn't think it was anything. After all, the experiment is the only standard for testing.

But the Bellini family's practice... Even if those people are walking dead, they are still alive!

That's a living man!

What's the difference between what they do and the blood sacrifice of those believers of evil gods and demons?!

Peter FASA can even imagine that those poor people may still be grateful when they get the medicine, and regard the Bellini family as their life-saving benefactor and good people.

They drank those imperfect alchemy potions without scruples, and did not notice the "kind" Alto Bellini. Looking at them was looking at a group of "experimental subjects"!

"What shall we do next?" the indifferent Edward was still so calm: "the Bellini family must be on the road. It won't be long before they will be found here."

"Retreat, the mission has failed." Peter bit his lips, and salty blood seeped from the corners of his mouth: "but at least find out the next move of the Bellini family, and prepare the next plan as soon as possible - go to the gutter lane and Lord Loren Turin to meet first, and end the matter!"

"About this..."

Edward suddenly said, "I'm just making a suggestion, but you'd better not do that. According to the original plan, we should meet him at the stronghold tonight."

"Are you still doubting him?" Peter frowned. "I thought you were the only one besides me who was willing to trust Loren Turin."

"It has nothing to do with trust, and it's enough for Vera to be vigilant about him."

Edward shook his head calmly: "I just don't want to see an accident. Now you are a dead man in eboden, and we are wanted - the front foot just kidnapped verlow, and the back foot appeared in the gutter lane. Even a fool can detect something wrong here.

Lord Loren Turin is now the only one of us who can appear openly in eboden. Anything that may expose his identity should be avoided as far as possible, let alone the gutter Lane itself is a trap for him, which is full of Bellini family people.

In short, we cannot allow the Bellini family or anyone to associate Lord Loren Turin with us - on the contrary, we must let him separate from us as much as possible! "

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"You have something to tell me?"

There was a trace of surprise on the black haired wizard's face. He looked at the Scarface man who was dying and sitting in a chair smoking a pipe: "you're dying."

"It's because I'm dying that I can tell you." the Scarface man grinned as he puffed. "Otherwise I wouldn't dare to talk to you like this, hahaha, cough..."

"Say something."

"Don't be so anxious, my wizard master." the Scarface man took a hard blow from his pipe, put the pipe in his hand feebly, and stared at Loren with trembling eyes: "if you guessed correctly, all the people outside have died, right?"

Loren didn't speak, just looked at him silently, obviously acquiesced.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

These noble masters, they all regard you as a soft persimmon. They think you are no different from the nerds in the wizard tower. They are very wrong!

They treat you as a fat sheep, but they don't know that they have provoked a hungry wolf, a monster that is a thousand times more terrible than boss van steno and can devour them alive!

They want to kill you, but they don't know that you will only be killed alive in the end - I can see that you are definitely not the kind of soft egg who can swallow your anger and live with your neck down; as long as you have the chance, you will bite them hard... I've been with boss fansteno for so many years, and I can see this best! "

The Scarface man was still muttering. Lauren frowned slightly: "what are you trying to say?"

He had begun to lose patience and held the short knife behind his waist in his right hand.

"Remember when you asked us to help you find that... Cough cough... The man named Isaac Grantham?" the Scarface smiled brightly: "I told you we didn't find him... But in fact, I vaguely knew where he was."

"You know?!"

"In fact, boss fansteno knows, but he doesn't dare to say... He doesn't dare to openly oppose the master Alto Bellini. But I'm not afraid. Anyway, I'm a dead man and the crutches Gang is over. What else can I be afraid of? Ha ha ha ha, cough, cough..."

"Where is he now?" Lauren's expression became more and more ugly. He felt like he had been fooled. He walked step by step to the Scarface man to keep himself as calm as possible.

"It's in the port of eboden, beside a very remote Cliff... Keke... Inside the waste ship." the scar faced man's wound is still bleeding and his breathing is getting weaker and weaker: "I've been to that damn place once. You have to find it yourself, Keke, Keke, ha ha..."

"... thank you." the black haired wizard was silent for a moment. Looking at the Scarface man who had only one breath, his tone was much calmer: "this matter is very important to me."

"In that case, can you also promise me one thing?" he looked up tremblingly, and the scarred man stared and gasped: "give me a happy one and wait here to die... It's too painful for his grandmother!"

Nodding gently, Loren pulled out the knife on his back. The diamond tip of the knife was in the heart of his chest. The Scarface man stared at the tip of the knife and breathed more and more quickly. He held his pipe in his mouth and smoked hard.

Even if you are ready, you will still feel a trace of fear in the face of death.

"Last question." the black haired wizard suddenly said, "why did you tell me this - you're going to die anyway. Even if you don't say this, I can't do anything to you. And scum like you shouldn't want to repay kindness, right?"

"You're right. I'm going to die anyway. Why don't you say it? Hahaha..." the Scarface man smoking a pipe laughed hysterically, more brightly than just now, and his eyes began to become crazy when looking at Lauren:

"You, Mr. Alto of the Bellini family, you are real monsters who eat people and don't spit bones! Of course, we are no better than the dregs of the gutters and alleys. We are reptiles on the ground in your eyes. We can be crushed if you want to be crushed to death.

Because of you, the scum in half of the south of the city has gone to hell. Yes, we deserve it. Our scum is only worthy to be a small chess piece in the hands of you monsters. Do you know what I want to see most? What I want to see most now is that you monster dogs bite dogs, see you are bitten by each other, and then see who goes to hell to give us this Help the scum bury! "

"Poof!"

The tip of the knife pierced into his chest, and the Scarface man's body suddenly trembled. The exquisite Heather pipe fell to the ground from the corner of his mouth. His eyes gradually faded, but his face was a satisfied smile.