"I know there are many people who want me dead. They have been waiting for a long time." Crick sat in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed by Amie on the streets of Keane City. He looked at the pedestrians on the streets and used his special ability to search for those who were particularly unfriendly as he chatted casually. "But I won't let them get what they want so quickly. Of course I will die, but not now."
Amelie forced a smile, nodded, and said, "Mm."
"I know you guys don't believe me now. You all think I'm going to die soon. Let me tell you, I can really hold on for a long time! " Crick said with a smile. But as he spoke, he could not help but cough. He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed heavily a few times. Then, he put his hand into his pocket as if nothing had happened. But Amie could clearly see that there was a smear of blood in his palm.
Her body trembled, and it took a lot of effort to stop her tears from falling.
Crick did not care. He wiped his hand clean in his pocket and suddenly pointed at a beggar on the side of the road.
"Catch him," he said calmly. "I want to talk to him."
The guards immediately surrounded him. The beggar's face changed. He jumped up and his movements were abnormally agile. He was very vigilant. He did not have the intention to fight with his life on the line. He hurriedly ran away. But after a few steps, he was hit by a white light from the back. He trembled and fell to the ground.
Crick put down the glowing wand and coughed lightly. He smiled and asked the guards to bring the "beggar" in front of him.
"The Weak Electric Ray will only make you lose your ability to fight. It will not make you unable to speak," he said gently. "Now, let's talk."
The beggar looked at him in panic. He did not have any intention to talk.
Crick smiled and continued, "Faith Lindell, although I've never heard of your family name, and I don't think it's a famous one, you're still a noble. Why are you here as a spy?"
When he said this, the beggar's face instantly turned pale and filled with despair.
"How do you know?" He no longer maintained his silence and asked bitterly.
"Haha, secrets. Everyone has their own secrets." Crick laughed and said, "Now, can you answer my question?"
Faith Lindell fell silent for a moment before shaking his head. "Execute me. Give me a death befitting of a spy."
"I can't execute a man for this." Crick smiled. "Why don't you help me? At least I'll give you a job that won't insult your family name."
Fess's eyes widened. His face showed an obvious struggle, but in the end, it turned into dejection.
Just as he was about to refuse, Crick said again, "I understand from your expression, but I am not a brutal man who will kill at will. Guards, send him to prison, lock him up in the inner cell, don't let him escape."
One of the guards produced magic ropes, and with a wave of his hand, a rope thicker than his thumb wrapped around Fess like a caterpillar. He was then carried towards the barracks.
The prison of Keane Territory was originally in the Lord's Mansion, but Crick moved it to the military camp last year. He felt that he could only be truly at ease if the dangerous people were guarded by the army.
"Is that person special?" Amelie asked curiously after Fess was sent away.
Crick smiled and said, "This person's ability is not very high, but he is very talented. If he can be properly nurtured, he can definitely become a great person. It's such a waste of talent for him to die as a spy for no reason! "
(All his attributes are 14, but he is only a Level Two Swordsman and a Level Two Spy … This person can easily step into the Middle Tier if he is nurtured in any direction. If I can help him find a profession that requires balanced abilities, he might even be able to step into the High Tier! Since I have seen such a talent, how can I let him go!)
Not only that, Fess's friendliness towards him was not very low. Although his profession was a spy, his friendliness was at 40. Perhaps it was because he had seen many good people in Keane Territory? Or did he have a high opinion of him as a Lord? Furthermore, after the ruckus just now, Fess's friendliness level had actually increased to 45 … If this went on, as long as he put in some effort, he would definitely be able to convince this person who definitely had a story and difficulties in his heart.
Thinking of this, he could not help but smile again.
"Let's go and continue patrolling." He said to the guards, "I am in good spirits today. I will try to patrol the entire city of Keane."
… He did as he said, even though the price of doing so was that he coughed up blood again on the way back.
When he returned to the Baron's Mansion, everyone was very worried. More than one subordinate came to persuade him to rest well. In response, he chuckled and asked, "If I rest well, will my condition improve and even recover?"
His subordinates were all mute and could not speak.
Even if they wanted to lie through their teeth and say that he would recover as long as he rested well, they had to see who they were talking to. What kind of person was Crick Keane? He was the Sage who had personally created the "Thunder Pearl"! Lie to him? Who could do that?
Crick refuted everyone with one sentence. He smiled and said, "Really, you are all too worried. My body's condition is indeed getting worse day by day, but there is still a long way to go before I die. I feel that if you all continue to worry like this, you might scare yourselves to the point of falling sick before I die. "
Everyone smiled bitterly and let the matter pass just like that.
Two days later, Crick went to see Fess.
Fess was no longer restrained and was locked in a sturdy cell, talking to Crick through the iron bars. There was also an intermediate bard holding a magic wand watching from the side to ensure that Fess would not be able to attack and hurt Crick.
This bard was called Sched, and he was almost fifty years old. He was originally active in the north, but he had offended a very powerful enemy and had no choice but to escape to the south. In order to be safe, he asked for a job that would not expose him to the public as much as possible. Crick asked him to look after the prison. He thought about it and agreed.
The prison in Keane Territory was not as dirty and dark as normal prisons. Not only was it clean, but the lighting was also good. Most importantly, there were no cruel and terrifying punishments, and there were no prisoners filled with despair. Crick's style was that if a person was worth saving, he would not let them despair. If they were not worth saving, then he would just kill them. There was no need to waste time torturing them.
Sched lived a good life as a prison warden. He read and sang every day. Other than to avoid being discovered by his enemies, he rarely went above ground. In general, it was quite comfortable. Recently, he even started to write novels. He said that he wanted to emulate the famous novelist "Schwalier von Stolovsky Franz". He wanted to write stories that could warm people's hearts and inspire young people to be positive.
In the few days that Fess was locked up, Sched had chatted with him several times. Even though Fess tried to keep it a secret, he was still able to find out a lot of things in front of a bard who was good at asking around.
This information was naturally sent to Crick's desk, and he read it carefully. It was also because he read the information that Crick decided to talk to Fess now.
"What do you plan to do with your family?" He went straight to the point. "If you are willing, I will send a few people to work with you and bring them to live in Keane Territory. What do you think?"
Fess' eyes lit up, and his friendliness level immediately rose to 60. But after thinking for a while, he sighed deeply and shook his head.
Crick frowned and thought about what he had done wrong.
He thought for a while, but still could not figure it out. He could not help but feel a little annoyed and could not help but cough a few times.
Hearing his coughing, Fess became even more depressed.
Crick then understood.
"You are worried that after I die, my sister will not be able to keep the territory, and then your family will still be in trouble, right?"
Fess' body trembled slightly, and he raised his head.
"Your worries are unnecessary." Crick laughed. "Who am I? I am Crick Keane! My name is legendary! In this generation, among the most influential people in the world, there are only a handful of people more outstanding than me! Not to mention that it is impossible for me to die so quickly, even if I die, I will leave behind enough means to protect the territory! "
"No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how good their plans are, they are still weak in the face of death." Fess sighed and said, "You insist that you will not die soon, which means that your heart is already in a mess."
Crick did not get angry, but laughed instead. He was not afraid of Fess debating with him. He was only afraid that Fess would not open his mouth.
"I have always believed that 'practice is the only standard to test the truth'. Whether the theory is right or not, it is useless to talk about it, it is better to use practice to prove it." He laughed and said, "I am much more experienced in things like sickness and death than you. Do you want to compete with me in terms of foresight? "
Fess thought for a while and shook his head. "I am not as good as you. But everyone knows that you do not have much time left. It can't be that everyone is spreading rumors, right? "
"You are very smart, but have you ever thought that this kind of thing should be kept a secret, but why is it that everyone knows about it?"
Fess was stunned, and then he fell into deep thought.
After a while, his eyes gradually brightened, and his face gradually regained its vigor.
"Looks like you have thought it through. Then it is not in vain that I trusted you and told you this secret." Crick smiled, and seeing that Fess's friendliness had increased a little, he asked Schieder to open the prison.
"Alright, go take a bath now, eat and drink well, and rest up. I will arrange for people to discuss the plan with you. We must ensure that nothing goes wrong. " Crick said as he turned to leave. Not surprisingly, he heard Fess kneel down on one knee and pledge his loyalty to him.
He smiled faintly and waved his hand casually.
"Good luck! I have high hopes for you. "
When he got out of the prison, he walked for a while before he suddenly stopped. His face was flushed, and he covered his mouth with his hand. He coughed violently, and a lot of blood seeped out from the gaps between his fingers.
After he finished coughing, he used a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth and hands. He could not help but laugh bitterly and shake his head.
"No wonder Little Li spent twenty-three years and five attempts before he finally managed to obtain the Little Golden Man. Performing in this industry is really not easy! "
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