Hotel on the mountain

Jetro covered the ink on the floor with a piece of cloth. He looked at Meng Zhi, who had been standing in the corner like a sculpture, and asked in his mind: "Can you tell me, does Raphael know? You know about everyone’s memories, don’t you?”

Mengzhi was wearing a blue shirt and white pants. This kind of clothing was not common in the Hebrew Empire. It was mainly popular in the Boyero Empire. What made Yetro look familiar was that Mengzhi's dress was not common in the Hebrew Empire. A blue shirt that seemed somewhat similar to the one Selena wore.

The two were always inseparable, and Jetro was used to having such a person standing silently in the corner. They often chatted, but Jetro took the initiative to find interesting topics to avoid Mengzhi feeling lonely. . Now it has been a long time since Jetro asked about the characteristics of dream creatures.

"No." Mengzhi's answer was brief, "This involves the specific privacy of the creature."

"Mengzhi, your answer will determine his life or death." Jetro couldn't help but emphasize his tone.

"In the end, it is you who decides his life and death, not me." Mengzhi's tone most of the time was like a robot without emotions, "Killing the same kind is one of the disadvantages of emotion. I have seen too many of you. . If I transmit 'emotion' to my kind one day, it may lead to the extinction of the species. I hope I can find a way to eliminate emotion from this behavior."

"Kill? You are overthinking. Raphael is not my kind. He is from another country and on another front."

"So you've decided to eliminate him."

"I...I want to hear your advice."

The two communicated in the room, but not through sound. If this kind of scene was known to outsiders, it would be really weird.

"I said, you are the one who decides whether he can live. Just like it is someone else who decides whether you can live. Internal friction is one of the inevitable characteristics in the process of your human civilization."

"Thank you, you really enlightened me."

"I can already tell now that you are saying 'irony'."

Jetro curled his lips at Mengzhi, walked past her, and opened the door. Outside the door, two members of the Noah family were still waiting in the corridor. Jetro waved to them and motioned for them to come in. The guard outside the door closed the door again and stood guard attentively.

"Raphael can't die here." Jetro walked to the living room, took out a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet, divided it into three glasses, and poured a little into each.

North Noah took a small glass of whiskey. He was a little surprised, because he was not allowed to drink alcohol at his age. He had been a guest in many people's homes, and the hosts always poured him juice and water.

"Krystal will do it very secretly." North just wants Rafael to be solved as quickly as possible.

"You are from the Great Chik Empire. You don't understand how much impact it will have on my industry if Raphael dies here." Jetro also handed the wine glass to the old butler Crystal.

"With all due respect, if the information about our cooperation is spread, your industry will be affected even more." North is still pressing.

Jetro drank all the wine in the glass and exhaled: "That's why I said, he can't die here." He pointed his finger at the ground.

North understood somewhat. The old butler Crystal obviously understood Jetro's intention, so he asked: "Then, Master Jetro, let me control him first."

"Go. He should still be in the hot springs. I will ask people to clear out all the other guests there." Jetro walked behind the door again, opened the door, and said to the guard outside the door, " Go to the hot spring pavilion and tell the people there to ask Raphael to go to the top hot spring that is not open. "

The guards who could stand outside the door were all verified cronies. Those who received the order quickly went there, and Crystal followed.

In the room, without Crystal, North seemed less confident than before. He became a little more restrained, sitting on a chair in the living room, sipping wine.

"I didn't expect that when you gave the order to kill, you didn't act like a child at all." Jetro walked back and sat down opposite him.

"Should I act timid?" North held the cup with both hands, trying to finish the drink even if he took a small sip.

"No, this is good. The more unexpected the partner, the better." Jetro picked up the wine bottle and poured a little more into North's glass. "Maybe you can tell me the story of your family. In the end, What kind of experience has made you like this?"

"My story?" Noah was stunned for a while, "It's just a common story of an orphan wandering around." This time he no longer sipped, but to prove that he was not a child, he drank it all in one gulp.

Jetro didn't respond. He saw Noah's face was a little red. It seemed that his talent for drinking was not good.

"The family was broken up due to resisting the beast tide, and both parents died young. My legacy is the glorious history of the family and the surname 'Noah' that is still known in the Great Chik Empire." North's voice was a little hoarse, " Crystal took me around, looking for opportunities to rise again through the family’s name and favors.”

"When you say this, it makes me regret cooperating with you." Jetro leaned on the back of the chair, and the soft back of the chair relaxed his mind.

"Hahaha." North laughed. As he spoke, his hands moved up and down. "Don't underestimate us. Crystal taught me that we should act weak in order to win over others." Sympathy reduces other people’s defenses.”

"The Noah family still has a trump card?" Jetro asked casually.

"Haha." North wiggled his fingers, smiled strangely, and muttered, "Can't say."

He went to get the wine bottle himself and filled the glass with wine unsteadily.

"You should stop." Seeing North like this, Jetro lamented that he was still a child after all, and wanted to reach out and take North's wine glass.

And North, like a cornered rabbit, shouted loudly: "Get out of here! Let me drink!"

It seems that this child's mood is not stable. Yetro simply let North release his depression here.

"Everyone looks down on me..." North took one mouthful after another. "They all think I am a child, they all think I am a waste!" North roared, and Jetro sat opposite him and looked at him.

"The Hill family, the Swank family, the Vassar family... I will one day let them feel the misery I have experienced." North's face turned red and his eyes were hazy, "There are also things like Boyero who bullied me. Everyone must die...all must die..."

After another sip of whiskey, North finally swayed and fell sideways. He rolled from the chair onto the armrest, then turned over and hit the ground.

The unfinished wine in his hand spilled onto his head, infected part of his hair, and spread to the surrounding carpets. He was drunk. Jetro curled his lips, carried him back to the chair to lean against, and took a quick blanket to cover him.