Chapter 226 Curse

I didn't believe Harold's words at all, but turned to look at old Patch and asked for his opinion.

Old Patch did not speak, but shook his head slightly towards me.

I knew for sure: Harold's words were all lies.

Then, I expressed Old Patch's thoughts immediately: "Harold, stop lying. Old Patch has told me that everything you said is false."

When Harold heard this, he gave Old Patch a fierce look, which frightened Old Patch.

I stopped him, a little displeased, and said, "Okay, Harold, I just want three things from you, but it doesn't mean I'm going to take your life. How can I be so angry?"

Harold was scorned by my words. He held it in for a while, then finally gave up. He sighed and said, "Forget it, you can take it, but -"

He suddenly looked at Old Patch, with a serious tone, and asked: "I want to know how you know that what I just said was a lie?"

"Of course it's that." Old Patch hesitated, unable to explain.

"What on earth is it?" Harold asked again, his tone a little higher.

Old Patch was so frightened that he shrank to a corner of the sofa, became trembling again, and said, "Yes, it was my niece who told me about the legend about that sword."

Harold obviously didn't believe what he said, but he was too close to me to press the question, so he softened his tone and said, "What did your niece say?"

"My niece said, she said"

At this point, old Patch rolled his eyes, but I saw him clearly. I laughed: Good guy, you are planning to make up a story to trick Harold, but I like your shameless approach. , Haha, like it!

Harold didn’t have much contact with Old Patch, and he didn’t understand some of his little moves. I think he might still think that Old Patch’s habitual moves were due to excessive nervousness. As everyone knows, they were just a few. With his deviant thoughts, he had already fallen into a rather deceptive trap of lies.

"My niece said that this sword was once forged by a blacksmith for his woman, but later, his woman died because of the war. In order to commemorate this love, he committed suicide with this sword. That's all. .”

"So that's what the legend says," Harold murmured.

I saw the wavering in his eyes.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Harold suddenly took two steps towards Old Patch urgently.

I was startled, thinking that he was going to do something bad to old Patch, so I immediately stretched out my hand to block his way and said, "What are you going to do? If you have something to say, please say it. Don't be impulsive. Impulsiveness is the devil!"

Harold may have realized that his behavior was a little too impatient, so he suppressed a smile and said to me: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to do anything against Mr. Patch, but I want to thoroughly understand something about this situation. The legend of the dagger will confirm the doubts in my mind."

"That's it." I put down my hand and stood aside.

Harold quickly stepped forward, leaned down, sat down opposite Old Patch, and said seriously: "Mr. Patch, what I did just now was because I was too anxious. Here, I want to apologize to you and hope you can forgive me."

"It's okay, it's okay" Old Patch waved his hands repeatedly.

"Well, Mr. Patch, I have a few questions for you. Can you help me answer them?"

"You tell me." Old Patch nodded: "As long as I know something, I will tell you."

Harold's expression softened a lot. He thought for a while and said, "Mr. Patch, are you sure that the legends you mentioned were all told to you by your niece and not made up by you yourself?"

Old Patch nodded repeatedly.

"Where did your niece hear these legends?"

Old Patch thought for a while and said: "Of course she heard about it from the nobles around her. After all, she is also a princess guard, so this is not difficult."

Harold nodded: "That's right."

Then, he asked seriously: "Are you sure you remembered the entire story your niece told you and did not ignore some parts?"

Old Patch rolled his eyes: "I guess I'm not that stupid yet."

Harold was silent. He frowned, as if he was making up his mind. Finally, he spoke again: "Mr. Patch, are you sure there is nothing else attached to this dagger?"

"I'm sure!" Old Patch puffed out his chest like a victorious rooster.

Seeing that Old Patch was so sure, Harold seemed to have gone through a lot of changes in an instant. He sighed deeply and looked at the coffee table with a little loss. After a long time, he raised his head and said to me: "Take it away, I will cash in my Promise, they're yours."

Of course, I carefully put away the three things, and then said with a smile on my face: "If you need any help in the future, just come to me~"

Harold smiled bitterly.

But I know that it will be difficult for him to ask me to do things again in the future. After all, the remuneration is a bit too high. Although Harold is rich, he cannot be as lavish as those prodigal sons of the nobles.

When I left with old Patch, Harold sent us to the corner of the street. He asked me: "Are you sure you don't want to go? After all, you are also my temporary teammate for one day, and I think Yura seems to hope that you will too." As if I can go.”

"Forget it, it's better for me to interfere less with this kind of thing. Anyway, I also killed a person in Xu Tengbo's team today. I don't believe that that kind of person has no friends in the team. What if he secretly You can't do anything wrong if you stab me or something."

"Okay then" Harold said with some regret, "Then look forward to our next encounter."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, but the reward will remain the same~" I smiled and waved.

Harold smiled bitterly again, but this time it was fleeting. He paused and said: "Well, I think we will have a chance to cooperate. At that time, I will prepare the reward first and then come to the door. Visited."

"Um!"

I turned around and didn't look at Harold anymore. I just waved and left with Old Patch.

As the night got darker, the restaurants, pubs and nightclubs on both sides began to get noisy, but in contrast, there were fewer people walking on the street.

"Hey, old expert."

"ah?"

"What is the truth about this dagger?"

"What?" Old Patch didn't hear clearly.

I turned my head and asked: "I hope you can tell me the legend of this dagger and the ominous truth behind it."

Old Patch lowered his head and pondered for a while, then he raised his head, looked at me, and said: "About this, I do intend to tell you. The legend I told is false, and this sword , it is indeed cursed.”