The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1057

[chapter 96]

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When a person dies, he sinks into the sea, so don’t vent your anger…

Annan blinked.

He had heard similar proverbs, but in the Principality of Winter.

“…We have a similar saying there. It is said that ‘people die and bury the ground, there is no more sadness’.”

“Oh, sadness…”

Isaac sneered: “We don’t have that kind of thing here.

“Although Dan On Nissoa’s side, it has always been said that the people of Winter are savage and cruel, the people of the country are rigid and arrogant, and the Noahs are timid and greedy for money… Those underground guys can’t be called people directly.

But I’d say it’s Denisoya’s side that has the biggest problem.

“When relatives and friends are killed, they don’t think about grief – it’s about revenge. Neither the king nor the Privy Council can be trusted, and there is no justice. Only the gunfire in the alley, the poison in the back The blade and the artillery fire from the depths of the sea are the most just.”

“…Actually, there is no problem. This is understandable.”

Annan shook his head: “When people cannot seek ‘complete justice’, blood relatives revenge itself It can only become a kind of ‘incomplete justice’. It is the last resort.”

“It can only be regarded as pale and empty justice at best.”

Isaac sighed softly, the sullen look on his face Much lighter: “But sadly…this has become Denisoya’s ‘total justice’.

“In a place where blood vengeance can only be avenged by oneself, even if it does not harm others or commit crimes, it is just a Depending on his own life… Maybe one day he will die suddenly.

In a place where only oneself can be trusted, even parents and children cannot be trusted, and brothers and sisters may betray at any time… There is no such an overly merciful word [sad].

“And… sinking the dead into the sea is just to avoid trouble.”

“Trouble?”

Annan asked suspiciously.

“He’s referring to the undead, sir.”

It was the stall owner who answered Annan’s doubts.

“If the corpse is not buried in time – or hangs on display for too long, it may become a wraith because the ‘burial’ is not completed… Whether this is really the case, no one knows. But there is nothing stupid here. , everyone would rather believe what they have or not, and it ’s a matter of being

smart.”

After the crowd dispersed, Annan and Isaac, who were still standing in place, were extremely conspicuous.

So the stall owner immediately realized that they should have come here on a special trip, not passers-by.

But as the owner of the gambling stall, what he is best at is “seeing people”.

Who can offend, who can’t, who must get rid of as soon as possible, who should be treated politely…

and watched the stall owner come over.

The people around them immediately became more interested–for fear of hearing something they shouldn’t have heard.

The two children have also been brought back to the gambling stall.

They have been “pawned” and are the “personal property” of this gambling stall.

They either retreated into the gambling stalls, or stood far away to stand guard at the intersection.

They stood beside this pool of fresh and warm blood, and started chatting in the street that had become deserted in an instant.

“Your Excellency…are you here to investigate something?”

the stall owner asked politely.

He glanced at the double-snake long staff Annan was holding, the fluffy off-the-shoulder robe, and the many geometric pendants hanging on Isaac’s body… and bowed his head very respectfully.

It is impossible for a normal person to wear such weird and uncommon clothes when going to the street, let alone holding such a gorgeous cane-it even has a crystal ball bigger than his fist on it, and he can still see it. To the streamer!

And that kind of clothes with geometric patterns, he has also seen.

That is the unique costume of the tutors of the Jade Pagoda… Generally speaking, the more types of geometric patterns, the higher the status.

The pendant on this man’s chest has almost everything.

…Could it be that the tower master or the son of the jade tower came in person?

Of course, the possibility of a scammer cannot be ruled out.

However, the stall owner is confident in his ability to recognize people—this calm and unhurried attitude, as well as the extremely unusual affinity and sense of oppression on the white-haired dwarf, cannot be faked.

The minimum is also two official wizards, the “council” or even higher.

And he is just a gambling stall owner belonging to a certain pirate faction in a certain port city.

Although he is considered a mid-level and high-level position in the gang, even the old ritualist who joined them a few months ago has a higher status than him.

He’s just a mortal after all.

In a place like the United Kingdom, the extraordinary are more noble than the common man in every way.

They can easily become nobles, and they can be inserted into any industry regardless of their seniority… They can even easily become mounted policemen who are feared by those big pirates.

Seeing his unusually respectful expression, Annan asked with great interest, “How do you know that we didn’t come here on a special trip to play?”

“Your accent sounds like a big aristocrat over Winter. And most of them haven’t been here before… But the adult next to you can tell that he is a local.”

This guy looks like a tavern owner, as if he will say at any time, “This is how the game is played, you are really talented. Ah friend”, the owner of the gambling stall, seemed so friendly in front of the two of them.

This attitude can even be said to border on humility.

“And if locals bring friends from other places to travel, they obviously won’t take friends to gambling stalls. At most, they will come and have a look.

“If you see the ritual like just now, you’ll probably leave immediately – I’ve also seen some big people. Although they don’t care if we little people are alive or not, when they see that kind of ‘unclean’ ceremony, they will still feel sorry for them. I’m surprised… I’ll leave in a hurry before anyone is hung up.” The

stall owner said in a low voice, the corner of his right mouth couldn’t help but rise, revealing a slightly mocking smile.

Although those big men, when they ordered to kill someone, there would be no hesitation.

But when they really saw the iron hooks pierced into their cheeks, and the blood popped out with their tongues or eyeballs, they turned pale with fright.

Compared with those “big men”, this young man with a scepter, long silver-white hair, and pure white skin that seemed to glow… with a face as beautiful as a princess, didn’t react when he saw this scene.

Neither fear nor excitement.

No disgust, no pleasure.

On his face, there was only an almost divine compassion.

The stall owner immediately confirmed that this must be a real superior.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in the head of the file master.

He seemed to have had an inspiration, and suddenly guessed a possibility-

in the tavern, he seemed to have heard that this generation of Grand Duke Winter was young, and often liked to go to other countries to run around…

This long A white-haired dwarf who is as beautiful as the little princess of Denisoya’s family, with an unusually noble temperament, and his skin is so white that it seems to be glowing… ——Isn’t he the

Grand Duke of Winter?