[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

"You're looking for the wrong person." Delin pinched the corner of his clothes with his fingers and said lightly.

Getrow tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then slowly showed a harmless smile.After waving his hand to disperse the boys with strange eyes behind him, he took a step forward with a very sincere expression: "I don't mean anything else, I'm just talking about some trivial matters." Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something again, and added: "Besides, I believe that there is no second Delin in this school."

Delin knew what he meant—the incident earlier was too big, and in this academy where everyone seemed to be busy, he had already been flooded with the spit of countless people countless times.It is estimated that those noble young masters and ladies have commented on him for a long time, and Delin is really flattered.And the benefits that Bin Huo's play should have had also been shown: dispersing firepower.

It wasn't the first time it was surrounded, but it was indeed the first time it encountered such a big battle.The difference in status made Delin a little bit reluctant.He bowed his head slightly, as if he was subdued: "...I don't understand what you mean."

"Actually, we can talk about some things about Tees Bran?" Getrow's smile deepened, and he approached and asked: "Master Binhuo's is also fine... Delin probably knows some unknown things Is it okay?... Don't rush to deny it, in exchange, I will return the gift."

Gertrow meant to tell him to sell some of Bran's lineage. Perhaps in their view, as a flat self, he was willing to do anything to get into the aristocratic circle? — Well, he wasn't entirely wrong.At least Durin has decisively discarded his integrity.But he would never agree to the request of these people. With the shadow of Oswald's saint behind Sanmai, they can only be enemies.

Delin unconsciously rubbed the hem of his trousers with his sweaty hands, as if shaken.He raised his head so that Gertrude could see his innocent eyes clearly, and replied hesitantly: "...now, no."

The other party was obviously relieved, so his smile became more sincere and kind, "Okay. If Delin is free one day... we can go to the teahouse for a sit-down after our magical enlightenment class."

"Yes." Delin squeezed out a smile.

After completing the goal, Getrow was obviously much more relaxed. Delin sensitively noticed the disdain in his eyes, but he didn't point it out.He just watched the young master call out the team of followers with tranquil eyes, and walked away refreshed.

Delin secretly "tsk" and muttered to himself: "It seems that there are not so many people like Sears..." It is Lian Delin who uses the channel of Getrow to transmit true and false information to confuse the enemy. I'm all thinking of ways.It seems that this young master is just a cannon fodder...

Delin frowned, looked at the book in his hand, and said helplessly, "I'm late."

What happened in the afternoon did not disturb Durin's recent plans.On the second day, he told Fang Du who came to change the dressing, and then looked at the hideous wound with scabs, and put the white mask into his arms.The agreement on the gear organization can't be delayed any longer. I can only feel sorry for my arm that is about to recover... Anyway, Delin has never cherished his body very much.

Borrowing the moonlight, he came to the tavern in the lower city with great skill.

This time it was no longer Zhuo standing at the front desk, but a man with a vicious look and a taciturn appearance... Delin secretly guessed that this was to scare away the extra guests in the tavern.Delin put on a white mask before entering the store, but he didn't get a single look from this weird attire. The big man at the front desk pointed to his side with his finger, and then continued to sleep on his own.

Delin didn't care, he just wholeheartedly resisted the feeling of rejection and returned to this underground world.

It was still cheering from the heat wave, and it was still the strong stench of blood.Standing on the outermost layer of the ring, Delin seemed to think of something, frowned and said softly: "Evil brings people together."

"It seems that you have a lot of feelings." A familiar voice sounded from the side.Delin lowered his head slightly and found that Zhuo was sitting in front of him.The clothes on this man's body are quite fancy, so he probably has a good life.

Delin raised his eyebrows, but of course no one saw it.

Zhuo turned around and smiled, and continued: "Long time no see... Is there any game you want to play today?"

"Like?"

"For example, that." Zhuo looked towards the corner of the field, where there were six wolf-shaped beasts crouching in the newly cast iron cage.They are one meter long, and their green pupils reflect every inch of filth in the underground world.

Delin raised his left hand subconsciously, "How many together?"

"It depends on your skills." Zhuo squeezed the gold coin in his palm, flicked it high into the air and pressed it on the back of his hand, "Let's make a bet. If you can handle all of them, I will personally give you an intelligence. "

Delin squinted his eyes, answered, got up and walked into the field.

"What do you think, is it the front or the back?" Zhuo said abruptly, looking sideways at the cloaked figure on the left.

Delin didn't notice this figure.He seems to be integrated into this space, a person who does not exist.Those dirty breaths were isolated from him, as if he was afraid of something.

The man turned sideways, it was Tiss.But there was a gentle smile without warmth on his face, "It's the opposite." His eyes did not fall on Zhuo, but he focused on Delin's back, "Stop playing such boring games ——Come back in the next few days, my father has something to do with you."

"Okay." Zhuo shrugged nonchalantly, "I think you're very upset... If you don't want him to play, I'll stop him for you?"

Tees...or Sears waved his hand, and his voice was somewhat cold: "I have plenty of ways to punish him. But this identity involves too much, so it's better to keep it a secret for now." Sears remembered that the boy shrugged his left shoulder just now. He made awkward movements, and the anger in his heart tended to spread again... He was really disobedient, and the god made the adult think: It seems that next time there is no need to be soft, and he must let him know how to love himself.

After all, it belongs to me, where did he have the guts to mess around?Sears was rightly outraged.

Zhuo muttered something, looked at the boy who was about to enter the arena shaking his head, sighed and threw the gold coin in his hand to the girl not far away.And Sears beside him has already walked away on his own, and the figures on the three floors around them retreated one after another, seemingly unconnected with the envoy.

Squeezing his chin, Zhuo looked at the boiling crowd and smiled thoughtfully.

"Someone that the young master cares about!"

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