Chapter 2504 Belonging

As long as the bottom line is not violated, brothers have no hatred overnight.

During a cordial conversation, I heard that old Patch had already put aside the misunderstanding of the year. The reason why he did not return to Wychburg was just because he was used to the life of ordinary people.

The nine-to-five routine has long been engraved in his bones, and the kindness of his neighbors moved him even more.

Compared with the royal family and nobles who seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he is even more reluctant to let go of his civilian relatives and friends.

If it weren't for the changes in Dashai City, Lao Paqi would be reluctant to leave his hometown and move here.

What Old Patch said was so sincere that Master Dewey sighed repeatedly.

A misunderstanding many years ago ended in this way, which is really shocking.

Aunt Tracy obviously didn't have a good rest. She breathed several times, and finally couldn't open her eyes anymore, so she said goodbye to Master Dewey apologetically and went back to her room to rest.

Until the sound of closing the door sounded, Old Patch's expression suddenly changed, and his cold eyes shot out like needles, making Master Dewey feel uncomfortable all over.

"What's wrong with you, Pallich?" Master Dewey asked tremblingly.

"You should know that the reason Tracy and I were deported was not caused by any assassination incident at all, but because of the discord between my father and the royal circle!"

Old Patch narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Master Dewey, and said word by word: "Also, my name is Patch, not Palridge. That name has long since died in the expulsion."

"Pali Patch" Master Dewey looked slightly gloomy and said in despair: "So you are still worried about it"

"Hmph." Old Patch snorted and sneered: "Why can't I hold a grudge? I was only a teenager back then, but I had to become a victim of the power struggle and was exiled thousands of miles away with my fiancée. Later, assassins were sent to start a crazy pursuit of the two of us."

Taking a deep breath, Old Patch spoke again, his tone still cold: "If our most loyal guard hadn't risked his life to protect me, haha, you would never see me again."

"How is this possible!" Master Dewey looked surprised: "That's not what is recorded in the documents. It's not what it says."

"You, you, are still so naive." Old Patch sneered: "Have you forgotten what I once said to you?"

Master Dewey's face instantly became serious.

Old Patch's tone remained unchanged and he said word by word: "The records in historical documents are all farts!"

Master Dewey trembled, and the hand that was originally on the table slowly fell down. He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and murmured: "Patch, can't we start over again?"

"sure."

"What did you say?"

Master Dewey seemed to have not heard a word clearly and asked with a confused look on his face.

"I said—yes."

A look of surprise instantly appeared on his face, and Master Dewey asked eagerly: "How to do it? You tell me how to do it? As long as I can, I will do it!"

Old Patch snorted, with a teasing smile on his face: "You should know my conditions."

"Should I know? Me"

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his voice became more frightened. He raised his skinny right hand, Master Dewey pointed at Old Patch, and said in a trembling voice: "You are asking me not to! This is impossible! I can't do this! "

Master Dewey clenched his fist with his right hand, trembled a few times, and said: "Patch, I know you hate me, but I can't kill them. You should know that their current status and status in Fort Vicky will be shaken if you kill them." The foundation of the country! Fort Witch, that’s your hometown, you can’t do this!”

"Huh, hometown?" Old Patch laughed, his smile without any warmth: "I once loved it and maintained it. In order to strengthen Fort Vicky, I even chose the most hated blacksmith job, wholeheartedly wanting to become a master. , contributed to Fort Vicky, but how did it repay me?"

"Two teenage children were forced to sneak into a merchant ship and hide in the warehouse. They were afraid that if they were not careful, their traces would be exposed and they would be killed by the compatriots who were chasing them!"

Old Patch's smile became more miserable: "And those cargo ships are not regular large ships, they are some medium-sized merchant ships used for smuggling. You know better than me. The survival rate of such merchant ships at sea, hum, is probably not even 100%." Not even one."

Taking a deep breath, Old Patch calmed down a little, and continued: "I know it's difficult for you, and I don't want to embarrass you. As long as you walk out of this door, just pretend that Trish and I are dead, and just pretend that everything never happened. But, you, continue to be your Master Dewey, and I, continue to be my blacksmith Patch, and we will never cross paths with each other from now on, how about that?"

Master Dewey did not answer, but his expression at this moment told me that he was about to collapse.

A close friend whom I haven’t seen for many years, a friendship that I have accumulated over the years, how can I give up just because I give up?

The stability and development of Fort Wych are equally important to him.

Do you want to choose friendship? Or justice?

No, this is not a great righteousness. It is just about safeguarding the rights and interests of the royal family and the nobility from beginning to end. However, isn't the most important structural unit of Fort Vicky the royal family and the nobility?

Master Dewey is struggling.

He longed for the best of both worlds, but couldn't find it.

He can only be like a fish that has been exposed to the scorching sun and jumped onto the shore, constantly thirsting for breath, but falling into despair bit by bit.

"How to do it, how to do it"

Master Dewey lowered his head and murmured.

Old Patch stood up, put his hands behind his back, came to me, and whispered: "When he figures it out, take him to the room to rest."

He pointed to the only remaining room.

"what about me?"

"You sleep in the living room."

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After closing the door, the hall fell into deathly silence again.

I was leaning on the sofa, thinking about which sofa to choose as my bed tonight. When I was worried, Master Dewey's voice came to my ears: "Kid, help me."

I suddenly raised my head and saw Master Dewey looking at me with a haggard look on his face.

"Are you okay?"

Master Dewey shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."

"Xiaoyi, tell me, what should I do?"

He held his head in his hands and was in agony. This was the first time I had seen him so fragile and helpless.

"What else can you do?" I said, "If you want to keep our friendship, just do what your uncle said."

"But...Witchburg will"

I raised my index finger, shook it slightly, and said with a smile: "Father, you have filtered it out. To be honest, even if the emperor and nobles are all dead, Fort Vicky will still be Fort Vicky."

"It does not belong to any member of the royal family or nobility, it does not even belong to any one person, because it belongs to all goblins and dwarves. Just like this Zephyr Continent, it does not belong to a certain race, but to all living creatures. .”