Is the Evil God Me?

When testing the possibility of an accident, Mr. Lynn's eyes naturally fell on Mr. Worden, who was still on his knees with a frenzied expression on his face.

It was early winter, and the coolness of the weather permeated people’s hearts. It just so happened that this place was relatively open and the green environment was good. The clothes on our dear artist’s body were still thick, but after all, it was not the body of an Extraordinary. In addition, the body was wet with cold sweat under tension. When the cold wind blew suddenly, the whole person shivered.

After the last round of questioning and explanation, Mr. Lin En, who seemed to be bullying the people in Yurou Township, adjusted his mood and cast a scrutiny look at this unfortunate ghost.

Even with the insight of the villagers, it is not difficult to feel that the moment of fate is coming soon.

Worden's lips trembled violently.

I don't know what this artist, who is seeking to create a perfect appearance, is really thinking at the moment, but it seems that it should not be a very good thing. The frost in Lynn's eyes seemed to be strengthening, reaching a peak. When he was about to speak, Xin Chazan suddenly coughed softly.

His cough interrupted Lynn's mood.

Lynn's thought of severely punishing this unscrupulous **** could not help but attenuate a few points. He also instinctively felt that it might be inappropriate to punish Worden harshly, and just then this light cough disturbed to adjust that he was not good today. mood.

"Wise Mr. Sinchazan, are you going to say something?"

"Dear Mr. Lynn, of course I want to say something, but not for this guy on the ground who caused you trouble unintentionally, but for you."

The diplomatic ambassador with a strong wind and sand on his body took a step closer.

Lynn noticed that Xin Chazan glanced at Woden, who was slumped on the ground, with some pity, and then he lowered his voice and said softly.

"Mr. Lynn, are you going to punish him severely?"

"Otherwise, am I going to give him an award?" Lynn said humorously. After his emotions were rearranged, he was able to deal with what he was doing for one thing.

"Look, look around here, look again, those people who are far away, don't know what happened to you, the poor **** who is less than five meters away from you, he has painted for you."

"Oh, so what?"

"So, if you want to severely punish him at this time, these idiots in the countryside will inevitably think that you are punished severely because your painting is not good enough. For you, you will get nothing but a reputation for being harsh and cruel. ." Xin Chazan persuaded the young man Lynn painstakingly, and it could be seen that in order to gain Earl Russell's friendship, he had to pull out his head.

When Lynn heard this, he couldn't help feeling that there was some truth to it. He felt that he was about to become a class enemy.

These lively town residents, they naturally have pity for Mr. Worden, who was obviously beaten and tortured on purpose. Under the premise of unknown things, people always have a natural feeling for the same kind who was beaten. The sympathy of Lin En, the aristocratic young master who was obviously the leader of the violence, also took the opportunity to bring the accusation.

The accusation pierced like a steel needle represents the people who have lived in this land for hundreds of years, and the struggle between the untouchables and the master from generation to generation.

'Grass! Am I so cruel? ! ’

Feeling the gaze of the oppressed, Lynn couldn't help but curse in his heart. His first thought was to read out Worden's guilt on the spot and let others judge, but considering the credibility of the village gentlemen, some Lin En, who cared about those people's eyes, was stuck in his throat, knowing that even if he read it out, I am afraid that some people In his eyes, he is still a brutal noble boy, and he is a virtue by pulling apples on other people's heads and hitting targets.

After all, the freedom of life and death is random. In this part of the people, what else is impossible?

"The wise and intelligent Mr. Xin Chazan, then you must have a good way." Although Qiu Shou patted his **** and left, no matter what he said, Lynn couldn't cross his threshold in his heart.

"Haha, it's just a trivial suggestion. It's up to you whether you accept it or not." Xin Chazan heard Lynn's request for help, and his dark face couldn't help showing a bit of a smile. "This matter is actually very easy to handle. You just need to instruct the sheriffs and gentlemen to throw him to the guards for a few days and then release him. As long as there are no missing parts, I think you are in the eyes of these people. It is forgiving and benevolent.”

In fact, Lynn still overestimated the character of the country nobility, that is, the landlord.

For the peasants, familiar threats, considerate power, and kind beatings are the standard of the master. If there is a master who suddenly starts doing good deeds with kind eyes and good looks, then the cunning and smart farmers will never think that the master is a master. He has changed his character, but will speculate whether the master is going to do something terrible again~www.wuxiamtl.com~ That is to say, even if Lynn announces Worden's acquittal on the spot, no one will think that he is benevolent.

And if it was locked for a few days, beaten a few times and then released, without missing arms or legs, then the commoners in this idyllic pastoral song would without exception admire the gentleman's kindness, but the beatings did not kill him.

This is true! !

Magical reality! ! !

Lynn is not a fool, but he has not turned the corner for a while, and Xin Chazan has a wealth of life experience and is also an aboriginal elder in his hometown. Of course, it is necessary to impart some life experience to the little gentleman. Therefore, the pattern of young people is broken, and sometimes Jiang is still old and spicy.

"The bottom line of the people..."

After thinking about this, Lynn didn't feel happy at all. If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have imagined that people would be legally beaten in prison for a few days. Such a thing could be called kindness.

Of course be kind!

It is much more merciful than being inexplicably headshot by a target and being drowned in a river carrying water, being dragged to death by a horse, or being bitten to death by the master's dog. This is the thin benevolence that the pariahs only yearn for. They dare not ask for more. This reality has destroyed their bottom line, and even their dreams are extremely humble and ridiculous.

Cities have urban problems, and rural towns have their own problems. Lynn felt that his correspondence and sharing with Yuri had added new material.

"Just do as you say, and I will remember your help in my heart."

Suddenly feeling a sense of exhaustion welling up in his heart, Lynn waved his hand and said nothing, and then he returned to his usual gentleness and composure.

"Mr. Sheriff, next, you are going to the camp with me."

Lynn has already obtained several key information about the demon shaper from Worden, and the rest is to catch it out.