Chapter 116 Ch115 Don’t Make Friends with Cultists

Chapter 116 Ch.115 Don’t be friends with cultists

Old dog and duck.

Today there is still a huge crowd.

Beer foam, spit, smoke and swear words.

The men who were leaving work wore felt hats and threw their gloves on the table, shouting out what they wanted. When Roland and Fernandez pushed in the door, many whistles sounded.

"Hey! Collins!"

"You've become beautiful again recently!"

"When can I see you in Flower Street? Hahahaha!"

"Damn it, don't say such things to Roland."

There was a lot of teasing, some were excessive, some were not excessive.

Roland tapped his cane, looking at the floor in front of him with unfocused eyes, smiling all the way.

They sat in the innermost, most deserted corner.

"I have to find time to teach these dirty-mouthed bastards a lesson."

Fernandez took off his scarf, called Ana over, and asked him where those strange faces with dirty mouths came from.

"They just came here, sir." The boss's wife wore a white apron and smiled: "Don't be like these people..." She poured water for Roland and looked at him:

"You grow up so fast, Roland."

"When I first came here a while ago, it wasn't this high."

Someone whistled again.

Anna put her hands on her hips and turned around to glare at them.

"Either go back to your factory or shut up!"

A few boys who looked very young smiled and waved their hands.

"My child, you are already on the right path. Don't argue with these people anymore. When you get older, maybe I won't be able to see you here..." She wrote down what Fernandez ordered and wanted to reach out and touch it. After touching Roland's head, he shrank back in mid-air and wiped it on his thigh without any embarrassment.

"I'll give you some of the freshly fried fries."

He hurried away with his head lowered.

Until Anna left, Fernandez had a droopy face.

——At first, these people would be more careful about what they said, because of Roland and Fernandez’s status as police officers, because of old Collins, and because they ‘sympathize with each other’.

But as time changed, when Roland began to look 'respectable' every day - wearing clean leather boots or polished button leather shoes, a top hat instead of a felt hat, few sweat stains on his collar, riding a carriage every day instead of dripping mud Go home with shit...

Things gradually changed.

These regulars gradually became familiar with Roland.

Fear has also changed.

‘What’s so great about him? ’

‘We are still neighbors, we all live near here. ’

'Just a beautiful blind man...I heard that he visits rich women's homes every day...'

‘He shouldn’t dare to do anything to us, we haven’t broken any laws. ’

'How much do you think he gets every week? twelve? Fifteen? Or a pound or two? His face should make a lot of money, right? ’

‘After making so much money, he never bought us a drink...the things in the old Collins family were never cheap. Both Collinses are equally greedy. ’

‘Aren’t all people like this? ’

Fools always have an illusion unique to fools.

——‘What can he do to me? ’

So here, it wasn't the eyes that troubled Roland.

——This slightly feminine face, which often makes people think of having an affair with some noble lady, cannot bring him 'friendliness'.

At least, some people only 'like' it superficially.

In the East End, most people will not maintain a 'surface of respectability'.

"It's all the same, Fernandez."

Roland took a sip of water.

It's been a cold and windy day lately, which made his lips chapped: "Like those masters, they just don't say anything. I can feel the disgust in their words. If I were always troubled by these things, I wouldn't be alive this long."

Fernandez glanced at Roland.

He had never experienced what Roland had experienced, and he couldn't imagine what kind of hell he had gone through, so that a heart that made a long metallic sound grow out of his seemingly 'weak' body.

"As long as it doesn't hurt or insult the people I love, it's okay, Fernandez. I think they are all pretty good at talking. Before, there were people buying medicine who were mumbling about the Queen's private life in the drug store." Roland didn't care. .

Fernandez laughed twice: "Indeed, the Queen did a good job."

"yes."

The chicken and butter patties arrived quickly.

Perhaps Roland and Fernandez did not react to the teasing. They were sensible and could tell that someone was in a bad mood today and did not want to respond, so they chose to shut up and talk about other things.

And that table of young people, that table of unfamiliar faces.

Not so discerning.

They began to push further.

"...Such a handsome man, old Collins is blessed."

"I promise I won't hear the hint in your words."

"Hey! From the Collins family! I'll go to the drug store after work tomorrow. How long can you chat with me for two dollars? Can you wear a long skirt?"

Fernandez put down his fries and was about to get up.

Roland held his hand.

"Roland?"

Roland thought for a while.

After a moment of silence, he sighed.

He stood up with his cane.

‘I won’t be able to come again. ’

There was a moment of silence in the tavern.

Everyone was watching the black-haired young man, watching him stand up, use a cane, take slow steps, and stop precisely in front of the table of young people.

Fernandez followed up with a sullen face, like a huge shadow behind Roland.

"...It's just a joke, Collins." The oldest boy who spoke looked young, with a green stubble on his lips and a playful smile.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, blew a plume of smoke towards Roland, and stretched out his palm.

"Make a friend. I'm Thomas Abbott."

Roland smiled faintly and made no move.

"Hey, look at me! I forgot you were blind!"

The boy named Ai Bo looked around at his friend. Under the narrow gaze, he forcibly held Roland's hand hanging on his leg and shook it vigorously:

"Make a friend, Collins."

"I have to say, why are you doing this? It's a big mistake!"

"With your face, you can either find a noble lady and have no worries about food and drink; or you can go to Nuoti Golden Lantern and become a 'lady' - people who make reservations have to wait in line from winter to summer!"

The young people at the table laughed.

This laughter made Thomas Abbot extremely proud.

Let’s be honest, humans are wonderful and complex.

The more experienced people are, the more they will believe that there is always a group of people in life whose behavior is purposeless, illogical, and has nothing to do with interests, likes and dislikes. When they appear around you, they just want to disgust you - and when you understand their motives, you will only have one thought:

The brains of these people are only one-tenth the age of their bodies.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Collins, sit down and have a drink!"

"We just moved here. Where is your pharmacy?"

"You and the old one, do you two sleep together every day?"

When he saw that Roland was silent, his malicious teasing became even more out of control.

The laughter from the people around him gave him courage, making him feel like a protagonist, like a shining solo dancer on the stage.

Nuoti gold lamp.

Old Collins.

lady.

Roland tilted his head.

Aibo smacked his lips a few times and wanted to say something, but he felt his wrist was tightly grasped.

Bang——

There was a huge bang.

The world is spinning.

He was overturned.

Then, a sharp dagger penetrated from top to bottom, firmly nailing his palm to the table.

Boom.

There was silence for a few seconds.

The wail of pain resounded throughout the tavern!

"hand--!!"

"my hand--!!"

"ah…"

"mine…"

"you this--"

Several other young men with cigarettes in their mouths immediately put down their wine glasses. Before they could stand up, they saw a huge black shadow approaching.

A huge fist hit his face.

The chairs were overturned, and those who tried to resist were knocked over. It was chaos in an instant.

Fernandez punched him one by one and gave the struggling man a boot, putting him to sleep completely. Then, he picked up the struggling hand and spat into the face of the sleeping person on the ground: "It seems that someone has had enough."

Roland didn't say anything. He gently held the handle of the dagger with his right hand, picked up his cane with his left hand, and tapped the ground a few times.

Boom——

Boom boom.

Like a loud horn, the whole tavern became silent.

The deep golden eyes were colder than the winter wind in the middle of the night.

"…I smell a cultist, Fernandez."

When he heard the word 'cultist', Fernandez looked at them with a slightly mocking look.

This guy...

I'm really in a bad mood lately.

Roland straightened his nose and said seriously: "You have a very strong smell of a cultist. I suspect that you, or your parents, or siblings, have had contact with a cultist in the near future."

The people around him shouted and fled away.

In the huge tavern, only Roland was empty.

While he gently rotated the dagger, making someone who knew nothing about heaven and earth wailing, he said to himself: "You will be taken to the trial court. In addition, there will be your parents, brothers, sisters, and even friends..."

"Or do you want to be 'judged' here?"

Click.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade was twisted ninety degrees with flesh and blood on it.

The screams were almost audible to people outside the tavern.

"Resistance is a cult."

Roland let go and lifted up his coat, revealing the gun on his waist. His light voice resounded in the tavern:

"Mr. Abbott."

"I would never be friends with a cultist."