Chapter 254 Old Patch’s Wife

Charles is worthy of being the popular man in front of the second heir of Airey City. He is quick to understand when things happen.

As soon as I gave the order, he got up from the ground and looked around. He saw a rag next to the counter. He quickly picked it up and wiped the smelly rag on the ground with all his strength. Baji wiped the excrement clean, then got up in a panic and slipped out of the door.

The moment he was about to go out, he bumped into something that looked like a wall. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

He raised his head and glanced, feeling immediately ashamed and frightened. Several emotions merged into one big feeling of 'humiliation and anger'.

It was not a wall, but a person, someone he knew, or even someone he met often - Harold.

I think if there was a slightly wider crack in the ground now, he would definitely dive into it and hide for another three days and three nights.

If he had the ability, he would even wish to kill all the people involved and witnesses around him, so that he could relieve the shame and anger accumulated in his heart.

However, he couldn't, let alone him, not even his master could do this.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he could no longer care about the smell of urine on his hands. He suddenly covered his face with his hands, screamed like a woman, and then rushed out of the weapon shop while crawling.

I was delighted to see his series of actions, and then, one in each hand, I carried the two dying adventurers to the door, and then, one in each hand, I threw them both out.

The two adventurers, who had looked fierce before, were now like two sacks filled with garbage. They fell to the ground with a plop, rolled over, and then became motionless.

I clapped my hands and walked back to the shop without even looking.

If in the previous life, on earth, you had to pay legal responsibility for killing someone, even if you could escape for a while, you would be caught one day.

But this is not feasible in Zephyr Continent.

In Zefeng Continent, different towns have different laws, and the rules of these laws are formulated by the leaders of each town.

In other towns, because I have lived for a shorter period of time, I do not understand the content of their laws.

As for the laws of Airui City, I have heard a little bit about them.

Except for tax evasion and particularly egregious incidents, killing a few people or fighting several times is not illegal in Airui City.

This is clearly reflected in Harold.

As one of the top law enforcers in Ai Rui City, he looked at the two dying adventurers with an indifferent expression. His eyes did not regard them as 'human beings'.

After I threw the two people out, Harold was a bit scolded: "Why did you throw them into the street? This will scare children and women."

As soon as he finished speaking, children crying and women screaming came from the street outside the door.

"Look what I said." Harold sighed, shook his head, and walked in.

Entered the weapons shop and met Old Patch face to face.

Old Patch was so frightened that he trembled and murmured: "Oops, what are you afraid of?"

While muttering, he tried to slip away, but I grabbed him: "What are you doing?"

"Run for your life," Old Patch said as low as possible, "Are we still waiting for him to take revenge?"

I snorted and said, "Don't worry, Charles won't come to take revenge. I guess he won't even dare to see anyone for a while."

"I'm not referring to him!" Old Patch shook his head and winked.

Turns out he was referring to Harold.

I shook my head slightly at him and said with a serious face: "Didn't I tell you before? If you believe me, don't do these unnecessary actions."

When Old Patch saw my serious expression, he stopped escaping, but his whole body was still shaking. This state was exactly the same as Charles's before, except that he didn't wet his pants.

Harold greeted him and then whispered to me, "He seems scared."

I answered: "Yeah, I just got beaten up, so you would be scared too."

He nodded and said, "What should I do?"

"Have you never encountered ordinary people in a state of fear before?" I asked.

Harold shook his head.

I thought for a while and said, "Speak directly about the purpose of your visit, so that he will feel more at ease."

After listening to my words, Harold said gently to Old Patch: "You don't need to be afraid. I'm here to help you solve your problem."

I saw that old Pachi was still scared and had a confused look on his face, so I hurriedly explained to him: "It's about your wife being sick."

Maybe I didn't express it clearly, or maybe Old Patch was scared, so he misheard.

After hearing my explanation, he was shocked at first, and then fell to his knees with a plop, crying and saying: "Sir, although my wife is sick, her illness is not an infectious disease, and it has no impact. Anyone else, please, let my wife go, that is, I am willing to be a cow or a horse!"

Harold in front of him looked confused.

I covered my face and let out a loud "fog grass"!

Where the hell is this going?

Is my ability to express myself hopelessly bad?

Or is it that this guy's imagination has reached an unfathomable level?

When I thought about it, I became confused.

Finally, after Harold and I explained, the dark clouds of despair finally dispersed. Old Patch wiped away his tears, blew his nose, and sobbed: "You, what you said is true? "

"It's absolutely true," Harold said patiently.

Old Patch turned to me again.

I hurriedly expressed my position: "It is more real than gold and silver."

At this time, Old Patch finally believed it. He took a long breath and said with a tired look on his face: "Come with me."

After taking just two steps, he stopped, turned his head, and told Harold and me, "Remember to walk gently!"

Then, the three of us tiptoed into the back hall.

In the back hall, in the innermost room, Harold's wife was lying quietly on the bed, her sallow face looked very poor, and she could tell at a glance that she had been ill for a long time.

Judging from her thin body and petite figure, she should be a dwarf.

At this moment, she was sleeping deeply.

Harold's eyes showed a look of pity, and he whispered: "Look, she looks like an angel."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shed tears again.

Quickly wiping away his tears, he turned his head and looked at his wife carefully again.

His behavior is so natural, as if he is admiring a work of art, more like admiring a stunning beauty.

This is his love for his wife.

I sighed and turned my head, surprised.

Harold on the side had tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.