The found Tuo is three and a half years old

I can't understand what Fyodor and Gogol are playing dumb fans at all.But in short, Gogol was recruited by Fyodor, and it is only natural for him to deal with it himself.

Compared with this, I am more concerned about how to deal with Fyodor, a kid who calls weird people home without authorization.

——This is a matter of principle, involving my status and right to speak at home, and of course it is impossible to let it go easily.

Although after ten years of fighting, Fyodor is immune to most of the ways I can think of to intimidate him, but this does not mean that I am helpless against this little guy.

In short, feed him carrots for two months first!

While I was thinking this way, under the voices of the teenagers talking, I suddenly caught a subtle noise.

Although I couldn't hear it clearly because of the distance, I can be sure that someone is approaching in our direction-and there are quite a few of them.

"Tip." I frowned slightly: "Besides this guy, you probably called other people to come, right?"

"Of course." It was the boy named Gogol who answered me.Over Fyodor's shoulder, I saw the face with exaggerated makeup and exaggerated expression, but at this moment, there was an indescribable playfulness in his golden pupils: "After all, this Tuo Mr. Dostoevsky's real purpose is to send me to the dungeon of the Necromancer Society as the culprit of the 'serial disappearances'."

"……what??"

I didn't pay attention to what the two teenagers said at all, and now I can't keep up with Gogol's train of thought.But having said that, even if I listened carefully to the conversation between those two guys, I'm afraid I won't be able to get more information.

Although Fyodor and Gogol were talking in standard Russian and didn't even have a dialect accent, even if I could understand the meaning of every word, when those irrelevant words were connected together At that time, I couldn't understand what these two people were talking about in a cloud.

——I even wondered if there was something wrong with my language level.But when I looked at Ivan, I found that the kid's expression was as distorted as when he was facing a math problem in his homework book. He was obviously doubting his life because he couldn't understand the conversation between the two people.

Since I wasn't the only one who couldn't understand, it must not be my problem, so I didn't try to figure out what those two people said.

So what happened to sending Gogol to the "Necromantic" dungeon?The point is, is there really nothing wrong with Gogol saying such things so often from his own mouth?

I was completely confused about the situation and looked at Fyodor with a puzzled face, but the black-haired kid didn't even look at me, but still looked at Gogol steadfastly.

"You are also ready to catch it without a fight, aren't you?"

"How to do it——" Gogol rubbed his chin: "Although the stage setting of the performance is very interesting, it is really difficult to make a decision to sacrifice the temporary 'freedom'."

"the most important is……"

As he spoke, the boy narrowed his eyes: "You are not my ruler, are you? Speaking of which, we only met today for the first time."

"Hey." Fyodor nodded: "But compared to the future, those times that have been frozen in the past are not important, aren't they?"

"I believe that your performance will not disappoint me. I also believe that you have the power to fight for the 'freedom' you yearn for."

"It would be too ridiculous to be trapped in that small cage, wouldn't it?"

Gogol suddenly raised his hand, half covering his face.A slightly weird laugh leaked from his slender fingers, and after a long time, he turned his attention to Fyodor again: "It's incredible. It's obviously only the first time we met."

"You give me the feeling that you are like a friend who has known each other for many years."

The next moment, a long, pointed knife suddenly appeared in the hand of the clown-looking boy, and he flipped his wrist skillfully. The boy swung the knife in midair with the silver-white blade, and then, he went straight towards He stabbed in the direction of Fyodor.

The sudden change shocked me and Ivan, who had been out of the situation, but Fyodor, who was pointed at by the blade, took half a step to the side calmly, dodging Gogol's attack .

In fact, Fyodor's health is not very good. According to Alexei, the child's physique is naturally much weaker than that of ordinary people. Although Alexey has been helping Fyodor to recuperate for many years, but It hasn't been much better either.

As early as four or five years ago, Ivan was able to go up the mountain alone to hunt bears, but now Fyodor can't even catch up with a rabbit.

Right now, under Gogol's attack, although Fyodor can barely dodge, I know very well that he may not be as easy as he looks—at least in terms of physical strength, he cannot be the opponent of the clown in front of him.

Fortunately, Ivan was fully on guard against Gogol from the very beginning. Now that Gogol suddenly launched a attack, Ivan rushed up almost immediately.

It’s just that Gogol’s movements are very weird, and Ivan always relies on his own abilities when fighting, and his physical skills are not so good, but right now in my house, he doesn’t dare to use his abilities in a big way, for fear of causing trouble. I was angry—and Ivan soon found himself in a bitter fight against Gogol.

The chaotic footsteps outside the door were getting closer, and I could even feel the cold murderous aura of those who surrounded me.

But their target is not me or Fyodor, but Gogol who is currently fighting with Ivan.

"Okay, boys, let's stop fighting here."

When the door was pushed open, a familiar voice rang in his ears.

The blond young man leaned lazily by the door and clapped his hands lightly.He was wearing a black suit, and there was an indescribable depth in his light blue eyes.

It is clear that his appearance has not changed much compared to ten years ago, but perhaps because of his attire, I always feel that the current Alexei is completely different from when I first met.

But after all, ten years have passed in the middle, and even Fyodor has grown from such a small one to such a big one. It seems that a little change in Alexei's body is not too surprising.

The man lowered his head slightly, and his voice was inexplicably serious. He didn't look at me or Fyodor, but locked his eyes on Gogol in the battle:

"I originally wanted to come here to celebrate Fei Jia's birthday, but it seems that I have received a rare gift instead."

"So the time for children's games is over, next, let us 'Necromancer Society' entertain you, a distinguished guest who came from afar."