Chapter 124 Heavy Letter 32B: Drunkards and Hooligans

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 124 Heavy 3.2-B Letter: Drunkards and Hooligans

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Dear President:

I am writing this letter to you from prison.

They confiscated everything from me, except for the magic letter - which was originally going to be confiscated, but when the guards heard that it was written to you, they retracted their hands as if they were burned. They also brought me a small piece of paper.

Wooden table, comes with half candle.

I doubt,

If your name had not been brought out as soon as possible, I would have died long ago. Even though there was a long wound on my back that could almost expose my spine, they only gave me...

It just stopped the bleeding.

A dirty bandage might make my wound infected and leave me disabled.

I know the guards will check the details before I burn this letter and send it to you. Damn it, who cares!

I was wronged!

This is an injustice! You can just peek at the letter I wrote to the president, but no matter how many times I will admit that I touched that middle-aged ugly girl with disheveled hair in broad daylight on the street! I have never touched her at all.

, except for helping my shoulders!

I'm very weak now...

There was a burning pain in my back, and I was a little worried about whether I could make it out alive... I probably could. The crime was just molesting a decent woman, but I definitely didn't do that.

There were also drunken fights.

Where should I start from, alas.

I scattered the money and hired people to start decorating the staff dormitories. Anyway, all the money was reimbursed by the Council. I thought the cigarette receptionist would be very happy, but unexpectedly she just said to me: "Well, thank you."

She seemed to think it was better to build a bathroom instead of having to go to a dirty public bathhouse crowded with nearly a hundred people every time. I was thinking about her safety, damn it!

The two rookies successfully completed the task of eliminating three ratmen, and brought along warriors and rogues who were also rookies, and officially registered a fixed team... called "Silver Crown". Let them go, I have my own

Trouble.

The trouble is that at noon today,

I had just had a glass of wine at the "Dragon Pavilion" when I was troubled by two drunk men. After analysis, it should be a level 4 barbarian and a level 4 mage, a strange combination.

I killed them both,

But I was also seriously injured - I was stabbed hard in the back, extending from the shoulder to the crotch. Fortunately, the wound was shallow, so it was a miracle that I didn't die.

I was just about to say that I was very lucky, but I was slapped in the face in half a second. I dragged my bloody body like a rag into the crowd of people fleeing in panic and left the "Dragon Pavilion". I was bleeding profusely and felt like I would faint at any time.

So he stretched out his hand to support a strange woman passing by.

I almost fainted, but she was just held down by my shoulders. "You gangster——!" I really don't know that women's shoulders cannot be touched casually. Doesn't she have any sympathy at all?

Wouldn't the guards who came after hearing the news use their brains to reconstruct the case according to the battle scene?

Am I covered in blood and not worthy of anyone calling a priest?

Is it really that important to check if I drink?

Is that woman so trustworthy when she cries out when she feels wronged?

How did it end up that I got drunk and took the initiative to find trouble with two Level 4 people? How did I become a gangster who didn't forget to tease others when he was almost dead? How did he become a gangster who deserved to lie in a pool of blood for more than half an hour and linger on his last breath?

The villain no one cares about?

At that time,

I felt chills all over, and saw my grandfather waving from the other side of the river. I vaguely reported your name, and finally got "treatment for minor injuries" and got the chance to write this letter.

Excessive bleeding,

I really want to sleep now...

One last question, they asked me to pay a bail fee of 200 gold, but I only had 20. All the loans around here have interest, and it’s not low. I asked the guards how many days they planned to detain me, but they only got an iron shot in exchange.

Stick - luckily the ones on sale are the fingers of my left hand.

The indescribable pain and weakness made it impossible for me to think clearly... What should I do?

A. Borrow money to get out of jail

B, wait a minute, it’s impossible to stay in jail forever

Deadline. 2 A’s.
Chapter completed!