return to the throne

Adrian didn't want to kill anyone, but he just cut off the ears of a few bastards in front of him, and a few drops of bright red blood splashed onto that fair and delicate face, and was wiped off carelessly by his master with his fingertips. A slight red mark on the face.Adrian noticed Carlos' gaze and raised his eyebrows at the man, "What?"

Carlos couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"It's dirty." At this moment, he was still in the mood to stop, took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket, and went up to wipe the other person's face. Adrian was slightly taken aback, and then felt a cold and silky The tactile feeling spreads on the face, and this texture looks like a treasure transported from the distant east, only the nobles and the rich can enjoy it.

"Okay." He took a step back subconsciously, and then turned his head a little awkwardly.

Perhaps because of his personality, Adrian doesn't want to appear weak in front of Carlos, even if his current situation is indeed similar to that of Proton, he still wants to give full play to the value of his existence.

Old Locke's complexion is getting worse and worse.

He didn't know the identities of the three people in front of him, and he didn't know what the other party's back move was. He only knew that they wiped out all the forces under his subordinates, and several of his trusted subordinates fell to the ground, unable to move, talking non-stop. Kou Shenyin, in the whole small smelly alley, apart from him, there is no one of his own who is still standing on the ground.

I don't know who those little bastards he raised have provoked such a few gods, obviously he has told them that some of them must not move, they can only kill those wealthy businessmen from other places who have no power to restrain chickens of!

Old Locke completely ignored that when the other party came here, he himself despised these seemingly weak and rich people, and now he gritted his teeth and blamed the problem on his adopted children.

In the past, those businessmen who came from other places, even if their things were stolen, most of them could only admit that they were unlucky. They didn't dare to look for them blatantly. Even if they reported to the officials, they all ran away.No matter how bad it is, if a child is arrested, he can completely deny it and don't know the thief. Anyway, there are only a lot of orphans, and the child is sacrificed, and the matter usually passes like this.

"Enough! What do you want?" Old Locke asked loudly.

Carlos turned his head to Adrian.

Adrian knew that this was a sign that he was going to give the initiative to himself, so he took a step forward, "Give back what was stolen from me!"

Old Locke said slyly, "I didn't leave here today."

Adrian narrowed his eyes, "I don't care what explanation you want to tell me, I just put this account on you and ask your men to return my things, I can Act like nothing happened."

Old Locke spat on the ground.

He stepped forward and kicked one of them, "Did you hear that! Hurry up and call the children back, damn it, what fool did it, and see how I teach him!" It seemed that Old Locke didn't feel that stealing Wrong, just angry at being caught on.

Adrian frowned at these harsh words.

The man who was kicked up by him barely stood up, and at the same time looked up in fear at the old Locke who kept cursing. This wrinkled old man who looked like an orange peel looked thin and weak, but he actually mastered the emotions of most of the people present. Life, so even if he was kicked hard in the chest, the man didn't dare to get angry, and ran out staggeringly.

Seeing this, Adrian said again, "Don't even think about bringing in rescuers. No matter who comes, you will be the one who suffers." He gave Dillick a wink, and Dillick nodded and stood in the old behind Locke.

The tall and burly Dillick is very intimidating, especially with a cold face. The saber in his hand is still bloody and rests on his neck, which makes Old Locke, who is not good at fighting, look even more stooped and short, but he He didn't show any expression of begging for mercy, but just glanced at Adrian slyly, and calmly ordered his subordinates to get up.

"If you are injured, go to the hospital to bandage it, and if you have nothing to do, get up and get out! I have raised a bunch of trash, who can do nothing but eat!" He cursed bitterly, "A bunch of trash! They won't be available at critical times. Useful! Don't expect me to pay you a penny this month!"

The gangsters walked away with each other's arms, and it seemed that they didn't dare to do anything to Adrian again, and Adrian ordered Dillick to control Old Locke, presumably the other party would cherish his life.

Not long after, a dozen or so children were driven back to the smelly alley. Most of them were thin and small, with dirty stains on their faces, whether it was scars or muddy water. In short, almost none of them was clean except for the eyes. Yes, this group of children consciously handed over the stolen things to Old Locke as soon as they came back.

"Okay? Can you let me go?" Old Locke said reluctantly.

Dillick looked back at Adrian, and Adrian gave him a soft hum, which meant that he agreed to let him go, so Dilick let go of Old Locke's hand.

Old Locke snorted, knocked away Dick's body forcefully, and reached out to grab the 'trophy' turned in by the children. His cloudy eyes were wide open, and the sides of his nose trembled slightly, like a greedy vulture, pointing at his hand. The style is exquisite, and the money bag with countless coins dangling inside shows a satisfied look.

Seeing this scene, Adrian couldn't help showing a very disgusted look on his face.

Dilic obviously didn't like this either. He was a nobleman and a knight, and most of the people he came into contact with were loyal and upright, so he couldn't understand such sneaky and dirty tricks at all. Only Carlos didn't feel anything, but smiled and said, "I can't see That's a lot to get!"

Adrian wasn't surprised by Carlos' view of right and wrong at all. The Kingdom of Aragon itself started out as a pirate. In Carlos' generation, he still likes to rob neighboring countries when he has nothing to do.I heard that he once even dared to rob the nomadic Lulik people on horseback, forcing them to pay tribute to horses, which was called a trade, so the people followed suit.

The children lined up waiting for Old Locke to count. One of the children just took out a money bag from behind and was about to hand it to his adoptive father. Adrian recognized it as something he had lost at a glance, "That is my of!"

Old Locke's complexion immediately turned ugly. For him, there is nothing more uncomfortable than being forced to return something that is about to be obtained, and Adrian's purse is extremely delicate, inlaid with precious pearls and precious stones , It is a good thing at first glance, such a treasure does not belong to him, it really makes him feel unwilling.However, Old Locke also knew how powerful these people were, so he could only hand over the slow and reluctant purse. "Okay, return your things to you!"

Seeing his unclear reluctance, Dick stepped forward and snatched it away, and then quickly returned it to Adrian, "Your Highness, please count and see if there is anything missing."

Adrian didn't bother to talk, and immediately opened it to check the belongings inside. When he found that the gift his father gave him was still in the middle of the wallet, Adrian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if the money is lost, as long as it's still there, it's the only souvenir his father left him, and it's the last thing he misses, before he gets revenge, he absolutely can't just lose it so easily!

However, at this moment, everyone present heard a subdued exclamation. They turned their heads and saw that Locke kicked the child to the ground, and the other party let out a scream when he fell. It fell on him like a torrential rain.

Adrian couldn't help shouting, "What are you doing!"

The little boy closed his eyes and curled up into a ball. He just yelled, and then he kept gritting his teeth. His thin body didn't have any fat. He lay motionless on the dirty muddy ground, like an old doll, very embarrassed. .Adrian felt he couldn't stand it anymore, "Diliq, tell him to stop!"

Dilic immediately stepped forward to stop such atrocities.

Old Locke quickly dodged Dillick's hand that was trying to restrain him. It was not easy for him to respond flexibly at his age. He began to fight back, "Master! You are really nosy." He couldn't help complaining, "What does it have to do with you if I teach my children?"

Old Locke was not a fool either, and when he found out that the most handsome man among them felt uncomfortable with his behavior, he couldn't help but burst into joy.

"You bastard!" Adrian said angrily, "You stole my things. It's your luck that I didn't send you to the trial court. How dare you beat the child in front of me? You are not afraid that I will immediately Send you to see the city lord?"

"It wasn't me who stole your stuff, but this kid." Old Locke argued, "I'm teaching him a lesson for you. It's really rude of you to accuse him for no reason. Shouldn't you thank me?"

"Thank you? Wasn't it you who ordered him to steal?" Dilik couldn't help but say at this time, "Please, show some face! We can clearly see what you did just now. You are a thief leader. Don't even think about it." deny!"

Old Locke spread his hands shamelessly, "What do you know? You must pay attention to evidence in what you say and do. Gentlemen, I have already said that this kid is the one who stole your things. I will send him to the city lord to do whatever you want." He said viciously. Laughing, "Let him be hanged."

In the laws of Aragon, stealing is not punishable by death, but whipping and torture are indispensable. Adults may survive this kind of whipping, but children are different. If they are punished like this, they will definitely lose a sentence. Life.

The death of a child didn't matter to Old Locke at all, but it made Adrian feel very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but glanced back at Carlos. It was all the result of this guy's improper management. The question is, how can such a scum exist?

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Ask for a day off tomorrow, as usual in this chapter