I was so interested in this question that I asked casually, but I didn't want to, and it caused great trouble to Harold. (8) (1) Δ Chinese Δ Network 『.Δ81.

I could clearly see the deep embarrassment on Harold's face, and it was not that he didn't know, but that he didn't want to answer.

This also gave me an answer that I didn't say explicitly, but it was also easy to understand: Harold didn't have as much money as the No. 1 doctor in Ari City.

I grinned, hehe, and didn't ask any more.

Harold looked at me in embarrassment, not wanting to look at me anymore and not wanting to answer my questions.

So, the rest of the journey was immersed in silence, embarrassment and banter.

When there was still some distance from the villa, not far away, a somewhat crisp child's voice suddenly came: "Uncle Harold, Uncle Harold!" ”

Turning his head, a handsome girl of eleven or twelve, with long straight black hair, with excitement and happiness on her face, ran towards Harold with a smile.

"Yo" I was joking at the same time, and I let out a long, but intriguing exclamation: "So you are so good."

Harold squatted down with a smile on his face, intending to give the girl a warm hug as well.

However, I was embarrassed by my joke, which was not light or heavy, and I didn't hug it, and I didn't hug it, and for a while, the whole person froze.

Seeing this scene, I continued to add oil and vinegar: "Lori has three good, and she is light and weak and easy to push down."

"You're enough!"

"Presumptuous!"

Two voices rang out at the same time.

The previous one, from Harold, was so embarrassed that his face was flushed, however, in the face of such an innocent and happy girl, he had to cater to it, so as not to cold the girl's kindness, and in desperation, he had to shout to stop.

The latter one, it was Jennings, his words, full of anger and fear, seemed to be intolerant of others to say that this girl was bad, but it didn't work, it didn't work for me, I was just joking at Harold, as for this girl...... Hehe, let me say a presumptuous word, what does it matter to me whether she is dead or alive?

Don't say I'm too cold-blooded, don't say that I don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, she is neither my incense nor my jade, why should I pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?

Although I can completely ignore Jennings's words, I feel compelled to calm my resentment with him, who has been rude and arrogant from the very beginning, and to be honest, I have put up with him for a long time.

Some people may wonder why I can smile at the watchdog of the Harold Guild and even bribe him, and Jennings, I plan to be violent against him?

The reason is very simple, Harold's watchdogs, they know that they are a weak group and have plans, so small favors can be satisfied.

And Jennings, who from the very beginning has placed his place on people, has always looked at people with arrogance and even disdain.

Although I do not deny the class nature of human beings, human beings are born equal, and their status and identity are just a name imposed on them the day after tomorrow.

"Harold, I think we should give this kid some early education," I said.

"What do you mean by that?" Harold looked at me with unease in his eyes.

"She's a member of Zephyr 6, and sooner or later she'll have to understand this truth," I smiled, and my right hand slowly raised, putting it on the hand guard joint, making a slight friction sound: "The smell of blood, and, the awareness of death." ”

As I spoke, my hand slammed into a terrified Jennings.

"Don't!" Harold didn't think about it, he directly drew his saber and placed it in front of him, and with a crisp sound, blocked my claw.

However, he didn't seem to be particularly well prepared, and he was unsteady on his feet, so he took a few steps back, and then sat down on the ground.

I took a step back, but I immediately steadied myself.

I wasn't surprised that Harold suddenly got up to block my attack, not that he cared much about Jennings's life or death, but because he was afraid that Jennings's death would have a bad effect on the girls who came running.

Just as I was about to start a second attack, Harold suddenly shouted, "Stop, don't kill again!" ”

I stopped, looked at Jennings, who was stunned with a cold eye, and said, "Give me a reason." ”

"The child is innocent," Harold said, stretching his arms, got up, walked a few steps between me and Jennings, and stood in front of me, "I don't want her to be hurt." ”

I turned my head, and sure enough, the girl looked a little frightened, standing there with a pair of eyes open for unknown reasons, looking at me in fear.

"She's your child?" I asked.

Harold shook his head, "No. ”

"Your old child?" I asked again.

"No," Harold shook his head in denial.

"She's important to you?" I asked again.

Harold nodded: "Yes, it's important. ”

"She's yours?" I grinned and joked again.

"You're enough" Harold said helplessly, "It's not what you think, he's the child of my old classmate." ”

"Can't a classmate's child snap?" I muttered, uttering disdain.

"Okay, I'm not going to do it yet," I put away my movements, looking very relaxed, and said, "Actually, I didn't plan to kill Jennings, and doing so would not have any far-reaching educational significance for the girl." ”

"And what were you going to do just now?" Harold asked casually, and as soon as he finished asking, he regretted it a little.

I lived up to his expectations and told him what I really thought: "I'm going to take one of his arms off, then his other, then his left leg, then his right leg, and then all of them, and then I'm going to attack his crotch again, first the ball on his left, then the right ......."

Jennings was so frightened that he sat on the ground, shaking all over, and I guess if I say a few more words, he will be like Charles, with a thousand miles in his crotch.

Harold interrupted me at the right time and said, "Enough, don't talk any more, have you forgotten the purpose of this visit?" ”

I patted my head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was excited for a while, I forgot, don't blame, don't blame." ”

As he spoke, he was about to continue walking towards the villa when Harold squatted down again, stretched out his arms, and beckoned to the girl again.

The girl looked at me hesitantly, pouted, and looked at Harold's smiling face, and then pounced happily again.

Harold took the girl in his arms and rubbed her head affectionately, like a father.

He turned his head and reproached me, "Don't get too excited, you really scared her out just now." ”

The tone seemed to be reproaching an older brother who had bullied his sister.