night.
Florence City, Rotted Pine Lane, the courtyard at the end.
In the main room, a few candles were lit. Lawrence, who had limited mobility, was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the desk, looking through several drawings by the light.
Occasionally, Lawrence raised his head, glanced at the very cold room, couldn't help but sigh, and then lowered his head to continue looking at the drawings.
At this moment, the candle flame on the table suddenly flickered a few times unsteadily, as if the wind was blowing.
"Huh?" Lawrence raised his head warily, looked at the closed doors and windows, frowned, and quickly looked around the room:
The wooden frame creaked inexplicably, there was a rustling sound from the corner, and there was a "stinging" sound of heavy objects being dragged out of sight.
this!
Lawrence frowned deeply. The next moment, he took a deep breath and shouted: "Now that I'm here, why are you hiding so secretly? Are you wizards with extraordinary power still afraid that I can't even stand? Old man who got up?"
"Oh, Master Lawrence, your perception is very keen. You noticed it when we just arrived." A voice sounded, and the air next to the desk was distorted, and three people appeared.
One of them was Franklin, and behind him stood two other men, all of whom were his men.
The one on the left is tall and fat, like a mountain of meat. His name is Art and his nickname is "Earth Demon".
The one on the right has a normal build and fiery red hair. His name is Promi and he is nicknamed "Fire Spirit".
After Franklin appeared, he looked at Lawrence and spoke slowly: "Master Lawrence, although you may have guessed our existence before this, this should be our first official meeting.
Even though you are about to die, out of courtesy, I feel it is necessary to introduce myself: My name is Franklin, um, I am the person who is going to kill you tonight. "
"Franklin." Lawrence raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "It doesn't really sound like a good person's name."
"Oh, it doesn't matter, right?" Franklin said, taking steps towards Lawrence, when a roar suddenly came from the corner of the main room.
Muto and Lake didn't know when they appeared, holding heavy air guns, pointing at Franklin and shouting: "You bad guys, don't get close to our teacher, stay away from our teacher! Otherwise I will use this in our hands Weapons will kill you!
Let me tell you, don’t think that just because you are a wizard, we can still make you look good with our weapons! "
"Even?" Franklin stopped in surprise and looked at Muto and Lake.
Lawrence, who was sitting behind the wooden table, suddenly changed his color. He looked at Muto and Lake and shouted, "Damn it, didn't I tell you two to get out? Why are you coming back!"
"Teacher, stop talking!" Mutuo said seriously, "I know that you asked us to leave a few days ago because of our consideration, fearing that we would be in danger. But the more this happens, the less we can leave you.
You saved both my life and mine. If you hadn't taken action that winter a few years ago, we would have froze to death in front of your door. Therefore, as long as we are still alive, we will never allow bad people to harm you, absolutely not! "
"But you are no match for them!" Lawrence shouted, "Didn't you experience it a few days ago? The weapons in your hands cannot harm wizards at all!"
"Then we can't let them hurt you!" Muto shouted.
Lawrence looked at Mu Tuo and Lake, the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, then fell silent, not knowing what to say.
At this time, Franklin applauded: "Bah, bang, tsk, what a touching teacher-student friendship. By the way, if I didn't need to give an explanation to the Muse Steward, maybe I would really let you go. But now, I can only kill you all."
"It's you who should die, you bad guy who has evil intentions towards our teacher!" Muto shouted, "Go to hell!"
After speaking, he suddenly pulled the trigger of the air gun in his hand.
"Boom!"
At the moment when the trigger was pulled, a huge explosion sounded, the entire air gun exploded, and the gas tank shattered. Muto and Lake screamed, and fell to the ground together, their whole bodies covered with wounds. The blood gushing out was stained red, and he remained motionless.
Franklin shook his head, rubbed his fingers, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and said to his two men: "Art, Promi, you two go check it out."
"Yes." The two men responded, quickly walked over, checked Muto and Lake who fell on the ground, raised their heads and spoke to Franklin.
"Dead." Art said.
"They're all dead," Promi repeated.
"Very good." Franklin nodded with satisfaction, "Then, there is only one last goal left. If you solve it, you will have completed the mission.
After that, we should carefully deal with the secrets about the Black Spirit Empire in this city, and maybe we can explain them to Steward Muse. "
Lawrence's eyes turned red, he stared at Franklin and gritted his teeth: "You killed Muto and Lake, you killed my students!"
"Yeah, is there a problem?" Franklin looked at Lawrence with a smile and asked.
"Ah!" Lawrence shouted, and the next moment he took out a silver-white revolver from his arms, aimed at Franklin, who was close at hand, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
With six shots, all six bullets loaded in the gun flew out and shot into Franklin's body.
But just a few centimeters in front of Franklin, six bullets stopped in unison.
Lawrence stared with wide eyes. Although he had thought about this result, he still didn't want to accept it.
If you just don’t accept it, so what? It doesn't change reality at all!
A huge sense of frustration washed over Lawrence.
"Boom!"
Lawrence leaned deeply on the back of the wheelchair, and dropped the gun in his hand to the ground, looking resigned to his fate.
After reading this, Franklin chuckled, stretched out a finger, and gently moved the six bullets that were stagnant in the air in front of him together.
"Sometimes, I'm still curious about how this little thing is made. It looks much more delicate than a crossbow, but in any case, its power is still far worse than a spell." Franklin said, pointing his fingertips A ball of flame emerged, quickly melting the six bullets into liquid, and then reshaping them into a slender awl.
After the awl cooled, Franklin tightened his grip with a "pop" sound and stepped behind Lawrence.
"Kill me." Lawrence said, his eyes were dull and cold, and his voice seemed to have no emotion. "I have thought about this since I found out that someone was investigating me many days ago."
"Have you thought of it?" Franklin said, slightly surprised.
"Yes, I have already thought of it." Lawrence said, continuing to be indifferent.
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