The Legend of Fatality

“Fatlin is an incredible city. Really, there are few places in the world that can match it. It ’s bigger, but it ’s gray. Margarita and Bill Barry have their own characteristics. Some people think that Vilnius on the mountain Sri Lanka is the most beautiful, but in the eyes of my Longford brothers, glory belongs to the great Realmas. Have you been there, Mr. Roger? Have you ever seen those noble buildings? "

"Uh ..." Roger was busy following the footsteps of the little man while avoiding the crowds that kept flowing.

Longford suddenly stopped, Roger almost hit him. The navigator turned and raised his hands and described intoxicatingly: "Raremas under the setting sun! I have seen countless magnificent scenery, believe me, but I dare say, that is the most beautiful landscape in the world. The staggered canals dance, shining in the dome of the Grand Duke ’s castle, and also illuminating the luxurious palaces of the trading princes! Where does the shining ocean end? Where does the shining city start? Ah! My Real Sigh! "He turned and continued his steps, and Roger quickly followed.

"Of course, Fatalin is a good place and it is expanding every year. Compared with my visit, it has changed a lot. There used to be only mages and civilians. The mages owned the land, so they had wealth and power. Ha, how simple, right?"

"Uh--" Roger stared at Langford's back.

"Then there was trade, and the city prospered. You see, businessmen and bankers, they are pervasive and horrid. Now civilians can also get rich and get rich, right? If they get rich, they have power. So is he a civilian or a noble? Or something else? Ha, all of the questions suddenly became complicated, right? "

"Uh--"

"So much wealth, so much money, poverty has continued to increase, eh? So many beggars, okay, it is difficult to see beggars here, this may be its advantage. But so many poor people. Some people sit Some people are dying in Jinshan, and it ’s not normal for them to live together. But here is still a good place, and it is expanding every year. "

"I think it's too crowded here." Roger was slammed on the shoulder by someone, and could not help mumbling, "And it's too hot."

"Ha! Are you crowded? Do you say it's crowded here? Go and see the scene of the morning prayer in the Great Temple of Frankfurt in the Marnus Empire! Or the large square in front of the Dharma Palace when Al-Aubaid auctioned new slaves! Too hot? This Could it be hot? In the remote Ursoan in Kurgu, the summer months are so hot, you can fry eggs on the steps in front of the door. Really! Here. "He walked through the crowd and walked to a narrow alley. "Go this way!"

Roger grabbed his arm. "Go here?" He glanced at the alley with shadows. "Are you sure?"

"You question me?" Langford's face suddenly became very scary. "Are you questioning me? Among the many outstanding talents, piloting technology is the most outstanding! Because of my outstanding talent, Amen Cannon People will donate that large sum of money to our organization! How can you ... wait, "he raised a hand, smiled again, poked Roger's chest with his index finger," You don't understand the Longford Brothers. You still I do n’t understand. I see it. You are cautious and careful. It ’s a good quality to some extent. I do n’t expect you to believe my talent like myself. No! That ’s unfair. Unfair is not a kind of ability Admirable quality. No! Unfairness is not my style. "

"I mean-" Roger tried to explain.

"I will convince you!" Longford shouted and interrupted Roger's words. "Of course I can do it! You will believe me better than yourself! Yes! This is the nearest path!" He used fast Unbelievable speed rushed into the dark alley. Although Roger's legs were much longer than him, he had to try his best to keep up.

"Ah, the path!" They shuttled through the dark, dark alleys. The surrounding buildings squeezed closer and closer, and the navigator shouted back. "The path, eh?" dirty. The little man turned left and right without stopping for a moment to consider his route. "Did you smell it? Did you smell it, Mr. Roger? This taste represents ..." He rubbed his fingertips while walking, trying to find a suitable description, "... mysterious! Adventure!"

Roger only felt that it smelled like shit. A man's head is buried in a gutter, he may drink too much, or he may be dead. Others either limped past with weakness and limped, or gathered at the door and held the bottle murderously. There are also women here.

"Four companions I can make you want to die, Burtanians!" As they passed by, a woman shouted at Roger, "You want to die! Unforgettable for life! Well, three is enough!"

"Prostitute," Longford whispered and shook his head. "It's still cheap. Do you like women?"

"Uh--" Roger once again didn't know what to say.

"You should go to Ursoan, my friend! Go to Ursoan, the southernmost point of the mainland! Go there and buy a bed slave. That's it! Those girls are worth a lot, but they have trained these girls for many years!"

"Where can I buy a girl?" Roger asked confusedly.

"A boy is fine too, if you have a good mouth."

"Uh?"

"Really, they have trained them for many years. There is an entire industry there. Do you want to be skilled? Really? Those girls' skills will make you incredible! Or you can go to Pascha! There are many places in that city— —Huh! Huh! You know. ”Longford turned to Roger and made a familiar expression between men. "The women in those places are beautiful, and each one is beautiful! Really! Just like the princess!"

"And clean." He glanced at the unkempt woman by the road, lowering his voice.

A little dirty is not a problem for Roger, the so-called skills and beauty are a bit too troublesome. A girl leaning on the door frame and raising a hand attracted his attention. The girl stared at them, hanging casually

Heart smile. Roger couldn't help feeling that she was beautiful, at least prettier than him, and he hadn't touched a woman in a long time. For such things, you must be realistic.

Roger stopped in the middle of the road. "Amen Cannon said he wanted some money left?" He muttered.

"Yeah. He really cares about such things. As a president of such a powerful organization, he--"

"That means there is more money?" Roger interrupted the other party.

Longford raised an eyebrow: "Uh, maybe, let me see ..."

He pulled out his wallet with exaggeration, opened it, reached into his hand, and stirred out a crisp clatter.

"Is this so public?" Roger looked down the alley nervously, many faces turned to them.

"What?" The pilot asked as he turned over his wallet. He picked out a few coins, looked at them under the light, and stuffed them into [] Roger's palm.

"Cautiousness is not your talent, is it?" Roger said with a sigh. He noticed that some ragged people in the alley started walking towards them slowly and curiously, two in front and one in the back.

"No!" Longford laughed. "Of course not! I'm a straight-talker, that's my style! That's right! I'm a ... uh." He has also noticed that those figures are quietly pointing towards them now Come over. "Ah! What a shame. Oh my goodness."

Roger looked at the girl: "Can you please ..." She cracked the door and shut the door. Then the door of the whole street was closed. "Damn it," Roger said after turning around, "How are you fighting?"

"The true **** has given me many talents," the navigator murmured, "but the battle is not among them."

A man in front has a pair of ugly ugly eyes. "For a small man, this is a big wallet," he said as he approached.

"Uh, uh ..." Longford murmured, then moved towards the back of Roger's shoulder.

"It's too heavy for you little person, it's not easy." Another person interfaces.

"Why don't we let us share it with you?" Said the squinting man.

Both had no weapons in their hands, but based on their hand movements, Roger knew they had brought them. There was another person behind him, and Roger felt that person was also approaching. Very close. Closer than the previous two. If he can deal with the latter person first, the chance will be bigger. He can't risk looking back, it will lose the opportunity. He can only expect the best results. as always.

Roger gritted his teeth, waved his elbows, and hit the man's chin behind him. The man had drew his dagger, but Roger's other hand happened to be lucky to grab his wrist. Roger hit the opponent's mouth again with his elbow, before the man fell face down on the dirty pebbles in the heart of the street, then Roger snatched the dagger from his finger.

He turned around quickly, a little worried about being stabbed in the back, but the other two were not fast enough. They had just pulled out the dagger, and one of them took a half-step. Seeing that Roger had captured the dagger, he stopped and took a new fighting posture.

Daggers are not good weapons, but they are six inches long, covered with rust, and have no guards, but they are stronger than empty hands. Much stronger. Roger waved it in the air in front of him, just to make sure everyone could see it. This feels good. The chances of surviving are greatly increased.

"Okay," Roger said, "Who's next?"

The other two people moved to the sides, measuring the knife in their hands, trying to pass him, but they didn't seem to rush in.

"We can get him!" The squinted man whispered, and his companion was not sure about this.

"Or, you can take these." Roger opened his clenched fists, showing the coin that Langford had just given him, "Let us go, these are for you." He waved his dagger two more times, with strong momentum , "I think you are worth these few dollars-just these, don't think about it, will you?"

The squinting man spit on the ground. "We can get him!" He snarled, "you first!"

"You **** first!" Another shouted.

"Accept my proposal" Roger said, "No one needs it, no one needs to die."

The people who were knocked down by Roger moaned and rolled on the ground, seemingly a warning. "Well, you **** northern hybrid, well, we accept!"

Roger grinned. He figured out whether to throw the money to the squinted man, and then took advantage of his distraction to stab it. He would do the same when he was young, but he decided not to. Why bother asking for trouble? He raised his hand and threw the coin towards the street behind him, and the money rolled all the way to the wall.

He and the two robbers carefully circled each step, bringing them closer to the coin and closer to a safer position. The position changed quickly, and Roger stepped back down the street, with the dagger always in front of him. After a dozen steps at equal intervals, the two crouched down and started to pick up the coins on the ground.

"I'm still alive." Roger quickened his pace and muttered to himself.

Is lucky to be alive. Only a fool would think how powerful he is ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ No battle is enough to kill him. In fact, no matter how powerful a person is, it would be silly to think that one would not overturn the gutter. The person who was just able to quickly subdue behind was lucky, and the other two were slow to move. He has always been lucky to fight, so he is still alive, but unfortunately the battle goes with him. Either way, he feels good today, at least he did n’t kill anyone.

Someone patted his back, he immediately turned around, and the dagger was ready to go.

"It's me!" The little man who claimed to be the Longford brothers grabbed his hands. Roger almost forgot the navigator. The navigator must have stayed behind him, perfectly silent. "Good job Wow, Mr. Roger, good job! Really! I find you are quite talented too! I look forward to working with you

Go on a journey together, really! The pier is here! "As he said, he strode forward.

Roger glanced at the last one behind them, and they still squatted to pick up the coins. He dropped his dagger and quickly chased Longford. "Do you pilots never fight?"

"Oh no, some of us will fight or master various weapons with bare hands, and some are quite powerful. It is said that the seagulls that can hit the sea one hundred steps apart. But I won't. That's not my style."

"Never?"

"Never was. I have another strength."

"You have been to so many places, you should have encountered many dangers."

"Yes," Longford said excitedly, "Yes. So hiding is the most effective of my many outstanding talents."