Standing in front of the corpse whose upper body was cut into minced meat, Galt kicked the corner hard: "Go to hell!"
"Don't be angry, there is no use being angry." As Galt's deputy, Midel tried to dissuade him.
The gentle and courteous Middel is more like a housekeeper than a manager of the Crow's Golden Lock. Compared to the gloomy Galt, although Midel's face is equally ugly at this time, at least he looks
Quite calm.
"Calm down?! What can you do if you are calm now!?" Galt turned around suddenly and looked at his deputy angrily.
"At least we can see if we can find any clues about the identity of the murderer." Middle thought, pushing up the unilateral glasses on his right eye. He was born with some farsightedness.
"The people have been chopped into pieces, what traces can be found!?" Galt was not a brainless person. The moment he saw the scene, he immediately realized that it was impossible to find any clues.
The scene was a mess, but there was still a lot of information that could be seen through at a glance.
The opponent was a veteran. He used the hand under the axe. His purpose was not money but more like a vendetta. His strength and physical strength were amazing. From the beginning to the end, his attack on the tragic victim did not move from the original position, but the blood and flesh spattered
The foam got on the wall 7 or 8 meters away.
It's unclear whether the other party intentionally targeted the members of the Crow's Golden Lock. Only the lower limbs of the corpse remained intact. The iconic boots of the Crow's Golden Lock were as black as crows. They looked particularly dazzling amid the blood red. This
It is most likely a demonstration by the other party.
The other party left no clues that could be identified. Judging from the footprints, the other party was about 1.8 meters tall, but there was basically no more information. It can be seen that the deceased hardly fought back, even the long sword on his waist.
Only half drawn - he shouldn't have drawn the sword, the dagger next to the boot would have been a better choice.
But in a hurry, he might not even be able to complete the squatting action.
"Chief, the Sheriff is here, what should we do?" A subordinate came in from the alley to report the situation.
"Sheriff? Who informed me?" Galt frowned, a hint of unhappiness flashing across his dark eyes.
"It's to inform our informant that the Sheriff has recently implemented a joint defense policy that requires all homicide cases to be reported as soon as possible."
"Those guys..." Galt looked at the scene with some reluctance, "Forget it! Let's go!"
"Galte, what should I do with the body?" Midel asked. According to convention, the corpse of the victim must be contained, but looking at the current situation, this convention may no longer be appropriate.
Undoubtedly, Galt also understood this very well: "Don't move yet, send a few people here to keep an eye on the sheriff, and wait until they see the scene before restraining the brothers." Although his tone was full of reluctance, he only
You can say that.
The bright sunshine slanted down from the sky, shining on Galt's young and handsome, but slightly gloomy face, but it could not dispel the haze in his heart.
How long has it been since the last time the authority of the Golden Lock of Crow was challenged? No, Galt immediately rejected his idea - it should be said that "just" how long has passed.
Counting from the beginning of the "Great Collapse", the Crow's Golden Lock has ruled Wenning District for more than seventy years. However, with the arrival of the Sheriff and the rise of emerging dark forces, the once-universal authority has actually declined.
This is the current situation of the Crow's Golden Lock. In name, it is now just a gray organization subject to supervision and search by the Sheriff. In fact, long before the Sheriff, those black robes were operating in the corners of Wenning District.
The mage has already taken away the title of the strongest force in Wenning District from the Golden Lock of Crow.
Walking on the street, a sudden loud shouting in the distance dragged Galt out of his thoughts.
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The thin and dirty girl was running fast, mud and water splashing under her naked feet, and behind her, the sounds of three or four men yelling and cursing could be heard in the distance.
"Asshole! Stop! Look at me! If you dare to steal my uncle's things! I will kill you if I catch you!"
The purse in the girl's hand looked heavy, but she knew without opening it that most of it contained copper coins.
Running away made her breathing become a little faster. The girl tried hard to control her pace, and then——
One foot missed the point and she fell out.
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Galt was somewhat surprised to see a girl in gray robe suddenly rush out from the corner of the street. Her feet slipped and she fell into the mud in front of him with a "crash".
The splashing mud flew up high and stuck to his body bit by bit. His robe, which was as shiny as crow's wings, suddenly became unclean.
"You blind bastard! What have you done?!" Several subordinates behind Galt took a step forward in an instant and were about to kick the girl.
Galt grabbed him and took a step back.
He looked at the four young men who caught up from behind the girl and stood in front of him panting and silent, and asked indifferently: "What's going on?"
"Big...brother...she, she, she stole our money..." One of them mustered up the courage, pointed at the girl lying in the mud, and stammered, "We just want to get our wallet back."
Garte nodded without even looking at the girl on the ground: "Then you continue."
Then, amid the surprised thanks from the four people, Galt left with a dozen of his subordinates.
The mud splashed by the boots wetted the girl's disheveled hair. The girl lowered her head silently. She suddenly stood up and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by four men and pushed to the ground.
Lewd laughter and yelling came from behind Galt, accompanied by the sound of being beaten to the flesh. Galt did not look back. Of course he knew the fate of the girl. In Wenning District, a lonely and weak girl
The girl was entangled by four hungry men, and her fate would definitely be more than just a beating. But Galt did not stop them - in Wenning District, there are only scum and sinners, including the Golden Lock of the Crow.
.It has nothing to do with justice or justice. Here, as long as you mess with someone you shouldn't mess with, no one can guarantee your life.
This is the law of survival in Wenning District, and this is the rule locked by Crow Gold.
Galt squinted his eyes, looked up at the bright sunshine, and sighed lightly.
For some reason, he suddenly felt tired. Perhaps too many things had happened today. He suddenly felt that the arrival of the Sheriff in Wenning District might not be as unacceptable as he imagined.
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Galt felt that he was a little too sentimental today, a little unlike himself. He smiled to himself, lowered his head and looked forward again, but was suddenly stunned.
"Yeah, you're so good." The little boy squatting next to the garbage dump touched the cat's head, with a happy smile on his face.
It should be said that what Galt saw was not something to be stunned by. It was just a little boy squatting next to the garbage dump, feeding the cat with the leftovers in his hand.
Because cat meat is so sour that it is inedible without cooking, cats are one of the few creatures that can survive in Wenning District. However, because they have to compete with humans for food, even cats in Wenning District are often
He was covered in mud and looked miserable with his skin and bones.
So, perhaps because of the miserable condition of the poor cat, the little boy picked out an almost untouched fish stew from the trash can in his hand and threw it to it.
Seeing the little boy holding a fish in one hand and waving to the cat with the other, cautiously approaching the cat, almost no one would not feel warm from the bottom of their hearts, right?
But Galt felt cold in his heart, unable to warm up.
Excuse me, where is this?
This is Wenning District, a slum, a place where even rats that appear on the streets are caught, skinned, and eaten alive.
Not far from the garbage dump where the boy was, a group of hungry beggars were lying down. Their skinny limbs were soaked in the mud and turned white. There was no hope in their chaotic eyes. They could only look at the little boy being fed by the boy instinctively.
The cat looked like he wished he could take his place.
Under this premise, the little boy ignored humans who were more similar to him, and gave his extra compassion to the cat.
The corner of Galt's mouth twitched slightly. This is really ironic, isn't it?
"Do you know that black-haired kid?"
"Ask me?" Deputy Midel was stunned for a moment before he realized that Galt was asking him: "Which child?"
"That child next to the garbage heap, which child is there? It doesn't seem to be a helpless orphan." Galt glanced at it and saw that the beggars were afraid of the little boy. They were not afraid of the little boy who could be pinched with just one hand.
He died because he was afraid of a certain force behind the little boy.
However, Midel's answer stopped him: "Oh? Which one? The little guy with black hair?...Isn't this the new little cook in Dorne? It seems to be called 'Evan Ian' or something.
The weird name was originally intended to be sent to the upper area, but Chef Dorn took a fancy to it, so I kept it here."
After Middle, who was in charge of the chores, finished speaking somewhat casually, he suddenly came to his senses, and curiosity appeared on his face: "Galt, why are you interested in that little guy?"
"No...it's nothing..." Galt was silent for a moment and then responded perfunctorily.
Galt turned around and left, continuing to walk towards "Nolan Ji'er", one of the three strongholds of the Golden Lock of Darkness under his jurisdiction. At this moment, his mind was filled with the child's innocent smile.
"He has great love for small animals, but has no mercy for human beings of the same kind... I don't know whether I should say he is gifted, or that he is born to be a murderer..."