Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The young master's shout made Lancer's scalp numb.

He looked back and saw an old man wearing a black hat with the same style as vodka standing behind him, holding a cane in one hand and holding the other behind his back.

When he saw this man, Vodka's face flashed nervously, and then he quickly took off his hat from his head and stood respectfully beside him.

Judging from his reaction, this person must have an unusual identity.

Lancer couldn't help but cast his gaze back on the old man and looked at him carefully again.

Time has left mottled spots and ravines on that face. Although the traces of age are fully visible, those black and white eyes cannot conceal their sharp edge.

The figure is slightly stooped, but it carries an invisible pressure that cannot be ignored.

Lancer noticed that he had a silver crow badge on his chest, and his eyes were inlaid with a small black gemstone, reflecting dazzling light.

It seems that his status within the organization is not low.

Lancer asked: "What did you mean by what you just said?"

He ignored Vodka's wink and his words were not respectful at all, but instead sounded more rude and arrogant.

However, the old man didn't seem to care about this matter. Instead, he answered him frankly: "Gin has repeatedly violated the organization's regulations and was put in a solitary room for reflection not long ago."

"Because this is sir's wish, and no one can disobey it, including Gin himself."

A deadly silence fell in the hall.

If it weren't for the maid who quietly left in front of him, Lancer would have thought that time had stopped at this moment.

He raised the corners of his mouth and raised a sarcastic smile.

"Violation?"

How funny!

"It sounds like this is some kind of formal organization! Even if you want to accuse someone, you should think of a suitable excuse, right?"

Lancer stopped looking at him and turned around.

Around the front of the crow sculpture, there is a door leading to the inner courtyard of the mansion.

Vodka made an inviting gesture towards Lancer and the old man, and followed timidly after the two of them took steps at the same time.

Probably knowing Lancer's purpose here, the old man said slowly while walking side by side with him: "A chaotic and disorderly organization will eventually be destroyed. There are no rules and no squares."

"Then tell me, what are the rules of the organization?"

Lancer smiled sarcastically, "I think only what that gentleman says are rules, right?"

"Or is there a difference between top and bottom? No matter how hard Gin works for the organization and that gentleman, once it affects the interests of those adults, he will eventually become a pawn in their eyes and be abandoned?"

"Those at the top will always occupy a high position and look down upon all living beings, while those at the bottom of the gloom can only struggle in the mud?"

"You guys have taken advantage of all the good things, so don't say such shameless words."

The old man was leaning on a cane. When he stepped out of the door, he paused slightly and narrowed his eyes to look at Lancer.

There are deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and obvious age spots appear below the corners of his eyes. His face illuminated by the sun is a bit scary.

"It sounds like the young master is dissatisfied with the rules set by that gentleman?"

"What? Are you going to sue me?" Lancer turned sideways and squinted at him. "Isn't that right? Now that you're older, you're still going to report to your superiors?"

[System: Host, I’m so worried about you getting beaten! 】

In fact, not only the system, but also Vodka was worried that his ungrateful mouth would lead to death.

The old man smiled, his voice so arrogant that it made people's scalp tingle.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and Lancer frowned.

"It seems that Master, you and Gin have a very good relationship. As the old saying goes, caring leads to chaos. If that gentleman knows that you are so close, he will definitely be very pleased!"

His eyes looked around Lancer, and then he laughed inexplicably. Then he turned his back and left from another corridor.

The sound of the cane hitting the ground was dull.

thump, thump...

It was like a blow to Lancer's uneasy heart.

He rubbed his forehead and felt a severe headache.

"Who is this guy?"

Vodka replied: "Did you see that badge he wears on his chest?"

"I see it, I see it!" Lancer was a little impatient, folding his arms and tightening his windbreaker, "It's hard to see such an ugly crow."

He asked Vodka: "Do you know him?"

"Although I don't know him, I should be able to tell." Vodka said, "My elder brother once told me that that gentleman's cronies all have supreme tokens, which also symbolize their status in the organization."

Lancer rubbed the necklace around his neck and shivered.

"I know! The eyes on the crow's badge are black gems, which means its eyes are pitch black and it's blind, so this person must be Rum!"

"..."

This association is to the extent that gin will be silent and rum will cry.

Vodka held his forehead and shook his head: "Although it's not the same thing, he should indeed be related to Rum."

Hearing this, Lancer was curious: "How do you say that?"

"Well... let's put it this way, the code name of Rum was passed down from the hands of the previous generation."

"Oh, I got it, family bucket."

Vodka: "..."

The housekeeper of the mansion came to see Lancer soon. After bowing respectfully to Lancer, he said to him: "Master Lancer, let me take you to your room to rest."

"Thank you." Lancer showed a gentle and pleasant smile and said, "Before that, I want to meet with other members of the family. Is it convenient now?"

The butler raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

That watch was worth a lot of money. According to Lancer, it was worth at least over ten million.

Everyone in this business is really rich.

"During lunch time, other young masters and ladies will gather in the restaurant to dine. You will naturally be able to see them then."

"Ok."

The overly natural conversation led Vodka to believe that the place they came to was not the stronghold of the organization, but the mansion of a wealthy family.

When the butler led the way, Vodka lowered his voice and asked, "How did he know that you were Lancer? Have you met before?"

Vodka puzzled.

But Lancer laughed sarcastically, folded his arms and said calmly: "What's so strange? Your eldest brother is such a loyal person, he must have taken a photo of me back to what I am now to show that gentleman, right? This thing is in It is not difficult to circulate it among the hands of close relatives."

Vodka scratched his head a little awkwardly.

He asked Lancer: "Aren't you angry?"

Hearing his question, Lancer held his chin in his hand, thought for a moment, and then nodded vigorously.

"If you say that, I do feel a little angry."

"Uh, um..." He was just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously!

But Lancer didn't give him a chance to speak and interrupted him.

"I wonder if Gin took photos of me changing my clothes. As a lover, he must be at least this crazy, right?"

"..."

Forget it, whatever pot goes with which lid, you match it perfectly!

Vodka makes me feel tired.