Can't Su

The real actor Swift, who was exuding a sense of disappointment, hummed an out-of-tune cheerful song in his heart, and glanced around the room. It was really hard to tell which side was better under the dim candlelight, but compared with many If people are crowded together, it is better to choose a place with fewer people.

As for that, let some idiot be tied up for a while, and then untie him when he needs it.Thinking of this, Swift walked to the right where there seemed to be fewer people.

When I got closer, I found that there was only a young man leaning against the wall, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of straw mats.When he saw himself, he immediately glared at him with extremely fierce eyes, and his body tensed up.It actually entered the state of preparing for battle, like a young leopard wary of outsiders.

"Hey! You go over there." Maybe it's a little inaccurate to say it's a boy?The boy's voice was not as clear as he imagined, but it was a hoarse voice with a strong murderous intent rushing towards his face.Obviously, this person should have seen a lot of blood, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cultivate this kind of murderous aura.

But... Swift could smell a faint smell of blood in the damp smell in the basement very keenly. It was obvious that he, like Michael, was also a wounded person.Otherwise, those rookie robbers who seemed to be full of flaws would not even be able to catch Michael, let alone this person.

Swift didn't intend to speak either, he walked directly to the cushion and sat down neatly, turning his head to look at the boy at a close distance.

Not surprisingly, a fist struck quickly, and he easily dodged this seemingly fierce but not very powerful fist by tilting his head.It seemed that the injury was not serious. After making a rough assessment in his heart, Swift gently grabbed the other fist that was protruding towards his abdomen. Looking at the murderous look in the young man's eyes, he didn't even have the slightest breath. disorder.

It is true that he has never killed anyone, but it is not that he did not fight in the slums where the law and order were notoriously chaotic, and bleeding was common.His skills are practiced in group fights, not the orthodox martial arts that can be seen, but they are quite practical skills.

"You're hurt." Swift deliberately lowered his voice and approached the boy. The group of people over there didn't know whether they were numb from being locked up or had no extra strength. They kept saying nothing since they were thrown in. No, the little leopard was able to occupy the straw mat by himself, obviously without letting them know that he is strong on the outside but capable on the inside.If this point is exposed, it is impossible to guarantee that Little Leopard will not really fight to the death in order to maintain his position, then all his calculations will be in vain.Naturally, personnel with high military strength should be well utilized. He is a thin priest, a non-combatant.

The young man was staring at the man who dared to imprison him, secretly hating himself for being so injured that he was suppressed by a stranger, but he felt a rush of heat in his ears, and the man's deliberately low voice attracted his ears There was a burst of numbness.It took me a long time to figure out what he was talking about.

"What does it have to do with you! Let me go!"

"We can cooperate." In order to show friendliness, or to say that he didn't take the injured leopard seriously, Swift let go of his hand and sat up straight in this posture, which also facilitated him to communicate with him at close range.Besides, he didn't want to lean against the wall. Who knows if the wall has the same disgusting slimy stuff as the ground, "You want to escape too, my companion's strength is not weak."

The little leopard fell silent for a while, and he looked back and forth at Swift many times with a probing look, and Swift also sat there generously and let him look at him.

"Rose." Little Leopard said after a moment of silence.

Little Leopard doesn't seem like someone who is so easy to compromise, or there are other tricks.Thinking about it, Swift nodded faintly: "Ace."

After the two exchanged names in their own way, they were about to have an in-depth conversation about the itemized matters of the escape when they heard a small voice from over there.

The basement was actually very quiet. The three or four vague figures in the left corner had been silent. Although Swift had been talking, the voice was extremely low. This was due to the two people's good hearing, otherwise the conversation might not be possible. go down.And who knows if the robbers have a way to monitor this place, just in case they really can't shout "I want to escape" and then gather everyone here to start discussing the escape plan.

The small voice was clearly coming from the bound Michael, trying to call Swift.In order to prevent this stupid kid from revealing his real name, Swift had to stand up, say sorry, and walk towards Michael.

"It's okay." Rose waved his hand generously, showing a rare cheerful look that teenagers usually have.The decisiveness made Swift even a little surprised.

Michael called Swift in a low voice with some anxiety. He also knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't directly call his name carelessly, but called out tentatively: "My lord..."

The place where he was thrown was actually not bad, just below the candlelight.But this meant that his eyes were not particularly adapted to the darkness in the basement. Except for this small place illuminated by the candlelight, everything outside the circle seemed to him only a small black shadow.

Being able to become childhood friends with Holt Leslie, one of the only Dukes of St. Cher, actually proves that Michael's status is not low.Swift's first reaction when he saw the silver hair was that the Gerrard family was not wrong.His family is the Gerrard family with silver hair and extremely distinctive features. It was named "Glory of the Emperor" by the Pope, and the eldest son of generations will become the "lucky" family of the king's personal guard.

Michael Gerrard is not the eldest son, he is the second son, and also the youngest son in this line.His training standards have never been based on his identity as the head of the family. On the contrary, their family's requirement for the youngest son is that as long as he does not cause trouble, he will adopt a free-range policy.Regarding this point, he has always done a good job, even if he was sent to the army later, he obediently obeyed orders, and at most borrowed his power to fight with people who laughed at his height.

He hates himself very much. He hates his silver hair, which makes him attract attention wherever he goes, like the illegitimate son of the God of Light. If it weren't for this silver hair, his family wouldn't be able to become the so-called Emperor's Son for the rest of his life. Glory, guarding the king and not being able to choose other careers you like.So he hated the God of Light, hated those so-called monks, and hated himself even more.

In addition to hair and height, this is his biggest pain point.I don't know how many times I have been laughed at by my friends since I was a child, and I was even slandered as a woman!That's why when Swift showed a mockery of his height, he would want to use force or other methods to make him submit as before, and make him regret for life.

But the surprise is that this guy's attitude has always been so lukewarm, he will be lucky to escape when he is tossing him, but he doesn't seem to settle accounts afterwards at all.Usually, he will only become very devout when he prays at fixed times every day. At other times, he will only reply politely no matter how you answer.It just makes people feel a deep sense of frustration.

Michael did not deny that he knew there were robbers here, and he also deliberately led this thin monk here.But he never expected to be caught, he just... just wanted to teach a little lesson.He would then escort him to Esculli so that he could go back to work and get paid by Holt.This is enough.

When Swift untied himself just now, his merciless scolding was actually more of a venting of anger.Annoyed that he had fallen into the trap of the robbers because of his momentary complacency, and fell into the trap with his horse and man.Even the God of Light would not be so stupid!

As a result, I was given feprofen, a powerful drug used to anesthetize me.Even more, the innocent monk was arrested together with him. His decisive surrender at that time must have been because of the helplessness of being caught.This was actually the correct choice, but in the end he suffered the anger he had vented innocently.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty Michael struggled to search for any approaching shadows with his eyes. He thought that at least he needed to say sorry to Swift in person.As a soldier, you must be able to face your own mistakes bravely!

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry for being late again QAQ, please rest assured that one day I will repay the debt with both updates, okay~

Today's important member is coming out~~~ The cute little leopard, as for whether his name is Rose, hehe, you ~ guess~ ah~

Alright, dear friends, say good night (づ￣3￣)づ