When Xiguang in the morning once again enveloped the earth, the city of Blairy came back to life.

Most people have forgotten the panic caused by the disappearance of several families. The joys and sorrows of people are not the same. Just as the disappearance or even death of several families will not resonate with most unrelated people, and will even become their topic of conversation after dinner.

Only those who experience it personally can experience the pain that is utterly painful, such as Basil Hawkins.

The golden light penetrated into the room lightly through the gaps in the window, shattering on the boy's slightly haggard face.

The fair skin shows the shadow of the good life in the past.

But there was no expression on his face.

Since his parents were kidnapped, Hawkins seemed to have become a different person, especially the scene I saw last night, which was deeply imprinted in this young heart.

That is the other side of the world that is not protected by parents. This side has no warmth, only the naked prey of the weak.

Unfortunately, he is the weaker side.

Therefore, it was very difficult for him to save his life.

One night of thinking made Hawkins mature a lot. His tender face buried all emotions deep in the depths, not revealing a single bit, leaving only a dull face.

He is very smart himself and easily learned some truths from the exciting dramas yesterday.

Some other truths are in the deck of tarot cards in front of him.

It's a bit ridiculous. As a pastor, his father himself did not believe in things like tarot cards.

However, he, Hawkins, was taught various knowledge by his parents since he was a child, but he was most passionate about tarot cards.

If my father could also master the divination of tarot cards, there might be ways to avoid danger and not end up dying.

He left with Zong Zheng yesterday, so he was temporarily staying at Zong Zheng's house for granted.

After returning, he realized that his understanding was wrong, and what could bring him changes was not the captain of Zong Zheng, the city guard army... Oh, he has been suspended now.

On the contrary, the two girls, one big and one small, are the ones who are referring to divination.

Unfortunately, it was too late. He did a divination for his parents at night, but it turned out that he was a little disappointed.

The once-destroyed Death God escaped him from the crisis, but this time, a bright Death God Card has explained the problem.

Hawkins is very smart. After experiencing yesterday, he knows very well who his real enemy is. It is precisely because of his intelligence that he can feel hopeless.

The gap between the nobles and the civilians in this world can be said to be a difference.

As a member of the devastating nobles, he understood more than many people how difficult it is to reach Belu Stell, who is the pinnacle of power in this country.

Hawkins was thinking about his own future path almost all night.

In which direction to go in the future, no one will plan for his progress and shelter from the wind and rain.

Facing the sunshine, Hawkins, with bloodshot eyes, began another divination for himself.

Hawkins closed his eyes, and all the tarot cards were stacked in his hands. He empty his spirit and placed the cards on the table. The tarot cards kept changing positions in his hands, and after several changes, they gathered together.

Because he is divining for himself, he doesn't need to ask any questions, he draws the cards according to his own wishes.

A Holy Triangle Card Array appears.

He gently unveiled the first picture—[The    ]

magician!

He closed the two cards behind him and did not look at them anymore. To be precise, he put all the cards in his pocket.

There was nothing to clean up, so he packed up the room, returned to its original appearance, and gently pushed open the door.

In the living room, Zong Zheng brought him back.

This city guard commander, who was originally of good temperament and strength, is now sleeping drunk on the table.

Many wine bottles were poured around me.

Hawkins walked over silently, he packed all the bottles with ease, and then simply sorted out the other garbage.

Finally, I found a piece of paper, wrote a few lines of words, and quietly placed the paper and pen on the table.

Finally, he bowed to Zong Zheng, then turned around, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

Next to the table.

Zong Zheng opened his eyes, and a complicated look flashed inside. He did not look at the paper, but murmured: "Leave, it's good to leave. With your divination skills, you can live a good life if you leave here.

This country...oh, this country..."

Clang.

He picked up a bottle of wine and pointed the mouth of the bottle at him. After a long time, the wine did not fall down and he threw it away.

"Woo...ahhhh, this country is sick!"

...

...

The windows of the room opened, and after one night, the smell of shit and urine in the bedroom had become very light.

Belu Steur's body in the iron cage was twisted into an exaggerated curve, and it looked like he was not a human form.

The light that penetrated through the gaps in the curtain shone on his pupils, reflecting a charming light.

His eyes were no longer the fierceness of yesterday, nor were they crazy, and they were even filled with a strange and painful fear.

I don’t know how many years have this emotion not appeared, but now he is scared.

A night of torture.

It made him deeply feel what the person he had tortured was like. His fierceness and madness, and the pain that seemed to reach the soul directly, were of no use.

He didn't know how many times he cursed this young man who looked not very old. This young man with an angel-like face was essentially a real devil.

But the curse is useless.

He finally wanted to ask for forgiveness, but begging for forgiveness was useless.

Because the boy didn't give him a chance to speak, he sealed his mouth from beginning to end, because of the pain, he even bit the cloth in his mouth and bite it and it bleeded.

Now, he just wants to die.

He wanted the boy to kill himself like he did to kill Hovres and give himself a pleasure, but in fact he knew it was a luxury.

He didn't know how long it would take for the boy who didn't even know his name to torture him.

Just now, a guard came to deliver the meal. The boy could easily imitate Hofres's voice or even his own voice. Steul knew that he was finished.

Because of his rigorousness in the past, he deeply understood that if he did not show up, no one would dare to enter this house.

Various complex emotions were churning in Steul's heart, making him even breathing difficult.

Sudden.

A shadow stood in front of him, the boy who had already used up his breakfast.

Beiru Steur's pupils shrank, and fear instantly surged into his heart.

"Woo...woo...woo...woo..."
Chapter completed!