The villain just wants to go offline

"No. 16, how many of the next group of thieves will be left standing?"

Miles asked the little maid sitting opposite him abruptly.

"What kind of performance, what kind of fee, what kind of performance can be worth so much money, how many people can stand and so on!"

Miles, who had been throwing coins to a group of thieves from the beginning, couldn't understand it. He was so good at throwing coins, and when she heard these inexplicable words from Miles, Elsa couldn't understand it even more.

"I don't understand what the young master is talking about!"

Compared with Miles's strange behavior and questions, Elsa was more concerned about the young master's name for her. She murmured in her heart: "No. 16...you call me by the maid's code name, not like the head maid Marlene." Are you calling me by your first name, or do you mean that you will only be called by your real name if you have done such and such things with the young master?"

The girl's mind has already flown far away, and maybe even she herself doesn't know why she attaches so much importance to a small title.

"What is this human being planning..."

Compared to the simple Elsa, the elf who lived hundreds of years longer than Elsa may be stupid, but he has seen much more than Elsa.

The elf landed on Erza's shoulder.

At this time, the carriage followed Miles's signal and followed the direction where the thieves left. The speed was not fast, and only a faint shadow of the thieves could be seen.

"This picture looks so familiar."

The elf fluttered its wings, as if the scene in his memory overlapped with the scene of the thieves he saw in front of him. Thinking of something, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "These humans will kill each other!"

"Oh?"

Miles looked at the little elf with an interesting sidelong glance, raised the corner of his mouth, and waited for the show to begin.

It seemed to confirm the elf’s exclamation.

The sudden commotion, accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, could be heard even in the carriage far away.

Then came the noise of thieves.

Pulling your gaze closer, you can see that the group of thieves that were gathered together at the beginning gradually dispersed, revealing two figures in the center.

The leader of the thieves was still immersed in the pleasure of being hit by gold coins. He excitedly held the money bag as high as a hill in his arms, and suddenly looked down at the dyed money bag in confusion.

But when he looked closely, there was a money bag that was dyed red. The wet red color was clearly the blood gushing out from in front of him. A stirring sword squeezed out from his chest and penetrated the money bag. A few gold coins can be seen scattered.

The thief leader, who was reluctant to let the gold coins fall to the ground, wanted to reach out and grab the fallen gold coins, but his body gradually losing strength made his movements extremely stiff, and his arms gradually lost the strength to transport the heavy gold coins.

"cough!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the thief leader as he breathed, dyeing the gold coins in his arms a brighter red than gold.

A knife stabbed through the heart would make no sound. Before death, the thief leader turned his head stiffly.

Shockingly, I saw my little brother, who spoke a wide range of broken Mandarin, pull out the bloody dagger from the back of his heart. The expression on his face was wildly changing between the fear of killing and the greed for gold coins.

"Gululu, you...kill...me..."

He wanted to speak, but what he spit out was blood bubbles. The leader of the thieves fell to the ground unwillingly and shocked. Before he died, he thought of the words he said when we escaped together to become thieves, that we should share the blessings and share the hardships, and the gold coins would be divided equally. The spoils of war.

Pfft!

In the end, the thief leader fell on the hill of gold coins.

"I really killed and killed everyone."

The younger thief looked at the blood-stained dagger, and then looked at his elder brother who was stabbed to death in the back. The thin, dark face of a farmer looked terrifying.

"Hehe, hehe, haha!"

Soon the greedy smile and strange laughter overwhelmed the fear of killing. It was very problematic for a thief to feel uncomfortable with killing.

"It's mine, it's mine, the gold coins are all mine!"

I saw the thief's brother pulling away the corpse on the ground, and the gold coins soaked in the corpse's blood were exposed.

Regardless of the hot gold coins soaked in blood, he grabbed a lot of gold coins and listened to the beautiful sound of the gold coins hitting each other. The face of the greedy man was clearly visible.

What he didn't expect was that when he was also dazzled by the gold coins, the same dagger was inserted straight out of the same place where he inserted it into the thieves leader's chest.

It was incredible to feel the strength gradually disappearing.

At the same time, he also felt the despair of the thief leader before he died. What was so despairing was that he had just obtained a lot of wealth, but he died without even spending a single gold coin.

"Gold, gold coins..."

Another corpse fell into the pile of gold coins. He was still holding a handful of gold coins in his hand before he died.

Perhaps he would have thought that he would end up in the same fate from the very beginning.

"…The gold coin is mine!"

Another thief with the same expression as the young thief who just fell. Both his expression and behavior are exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Under the temptation of huge gold coins, the greed in my heart finally defeated the fear and wanted to take the gold coins as my own.

But this seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

One by one, more than a dozen people from the thieves gang stabbed through the previous person who went to occupy the gold coins. Like a conjoined centipede that was slowly taking shape, more and more people fell into the pile of gold coins. One after another, they were said to be flying. It’s not an exaggeration to think that a moth is attracted to a flame.

"vomit!"

The bloody scene of you kill me and I'll kill you, accompanied by the smell of blood carried by the breeze, made Elsa, who had never seen much of the world in the carriage, cover her mouth and retching like morning sickness.

The elf sitting on Elsa's shoulder just frowned.

Look at Miles squinting his eyes slightly and shaking his head slightly, as if he was satisfied with the performance, but not dissatisfied. The smell of blood under the tip of his nose not only did not make him feel any discomfort, but his brain was particularly clear. Under this scene, he On the contrary, it can achieve ultimate calmness.

"Cold-blooded?"

He doesn't know, maybe this is what people call cold-blooded.

"You gave these thieves those gold coins on purpose to make them kill each other."

Elsa's little face turned pale as she retched. The elf comforted his princess twice, then turned to say to the evil noble who made himself, the princess, feel uncomfortable.

The elf asked, and Elsa looked over at the same time.

In Elsa's eyes, Noble H, who was a bit shameless last night, has now become a troubled monarch who can sit in the Colosseum and watch humans fight.

What kind of person is this?

Elsa said that she really couldn't understand it. Just like every page of a book she opened was different, the boy in front of her looked like a different person every time you opened it again after you thought you knew him.

He is filled with a sense of extreme dissonance and fragmentation.

It's like a patchwork of all kinds of bad qualities, and you can never see clearly what he will do next, what he will do, what he thinks, and what he wants.

This kind of invisible thing like a black hole is the most frightening thing.

It will be recommended tomorrow and double updates will start, oh yeah!