Noble Villa [Whistling]

Holy Angel No. 118 is still such a luxurious scene.Edgar looked out the window from the carriage, deeply moved.The last time he was here, he was almost a little boy.Now suddenly he has become the most common kind of nobleman here, arrogant and a bit annoying.

This time, they didn't go to the theater.

Ala was drinking silently on the opposite side along the way. The strong aroma of the wine made Edgar frown, but Ala was like drinking water without stopping.

People come and go on the road, and people are dressed exquisitely and gorgeously.Edgar even saw many famous courtesans.There are many men, from young to old, in all languages.There are more women, only young and beautiful ones.But these are just small roles, and the real bustards are basically elderly women, with a hint of the glory of the past in their eyes.

There are cheap street girls on the road, and for five pounds, you can play a crazy game with you anywhere.Pairs of people laughing or making noise, seem to be very happy.

Edgar didn't have any doubts when he saw the carriage walking to the darkest alley.He had never been to such a deep place, so he was even more curious.

This place is very special. There are fewer people, but there are more rooms with lights on.The street was deserted, but there were cries of women, even children and men.Edgar's eyes widened suddenly. He saw a duel at the corner of the street.No, that's murder.

One holds a sword, while the other holds a gun.

Finally, the person holding the gun sneered, and the other party fell to the ground with a loud gunshot.Blood flowed all over the ground, and the man who fell on the ground stretched out his hand to the approaching carriage, as if asking for help.

"Stop, that man will die!" Edgar shouted, the winter was very cold, but there were beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozing from his forehead.The British calendar is strict, and the manslaughter is the same crime as the dead man.But the coachman didn't stop, Ala just glanced indifferently, didn't speak, and continued to drink.

"Ah, this is England!" Edgar shouted anxiously, looking at them so indifferently in disbelief.

"I know." Alla finally responded, "but so what?"

"The judge knows..."

"The judge is holding three women in front of him, so he won't be in the mood to pay attention to unexpected things." Ala said disdainfully, "This is just a game project."

"game?"

"Look again." Ara was very calm.

Edgar turned his head and looked through the glass window behind him, but there was no one there.If it wasn't for the pool of blood remaining on the ground, Edgar almost wanted to check his brain.

"How come, it's impossible!" Edgar murmured.

"Nothing is impossible, as I said, it's just a game." Allah's voice was cold.

As if to confirm Allah's words, a group of people walked out from another place, and soon even the blood disappeared.It was peaceful there, like an ordinary alley where nothing happened.

"It's nothing, there's no need for such a difference. That person is a civilian, and no one cares about his disappearance." Ala explained, "If someone needs it, the merchant will provide the service."

"So, he died just like that." Edgar said with confused eyes, "Because he didn't have a title?"

"There are many such people in this world, and no one cares about his life and death. In fact, it has little to do with titles." Allah said, "Even a monarch can disappear at any time without any special circumstances. What we’ve been through, you should be familiar with the process.”

"That was an accident, I was defending myself." Edgar turned pale.

"Oh, that's only because you can defend yourself." Ala shook his head. "Under the great empire on which the sun never sets, there are countless bones buried. Who cares? Even those people have no chance to defend themselves."

"Are you blaming the country?" Edgar asked sharply, "or are you blaming the privileged few of us who made the world what it is?"

"Will you report me?" Allah asked Edgar.

"You don't care at all."

"So you know the answer, why ask?"