Coming out of the dojo, Garon was so drunk that he didn't dare to go home. He was afraid that his family would find out that he was underage and drinking.
But under the constant bombardment of his senior brothers and sisters, he didn't dare to not give them face. Any one of them could easily beat him up with one hand.
After arranging the apprenticeship banquet next week, Garon struggled to get out of the hotel. At night, he wandered around the city streets to sober up.
His head felt heavy and his feet felt light. After wandering around the sidewalk for a long time, he unknowingly arrived at Pennington Street.
The moonlight shone down like a white veil, making the entire street appear white.
On both sides of the street, there were faint lights coming from the windows of some of the residents. Occasionally, there were shadows moving in the pale yellow light. He could also hear the faint sound of piano playing. The rhythm was light, but it was still a little shaky.
Garon walked along the right side of the street. Gusts of cold wind blew on his face, and his groggy mind cleared up a little.
On the road ahead, a black two-horse carriage was approaching. The lantern hanging from the carriage swayed, and the pale yellow light could only vaguely illuminate the driver's silhouette.
The carriage passed by Garon and quickly disappeared around the corner. Only the sound of the horse's snorting could be heard occasionally.
Garon tightened his collar and quickened his pace.
He walked to the end of the street and stood in front of Dolphin Antiques. Originally, he only wanted to sober up and take a look. He didn't expect the antique shop to be lit up.
Walking to the door, he reached out and knocked hard on the door.
"Old man! Open the door! "
There was a creak.
A round opening appeared above the metal door, and the old man's smiling head appeared. His sparse white hair was messy.
"It's you, kid." He sniffed and seemed to smell alcohol. "Drinking at such a young age!"
The old man hurriedly opened the door and let Garon in.
"Ugh … Old man, do you have anything to sober me up?" Garon felt that his head was heavy and his feet were light. He felt like he was walking in a straight line, but no matter how he walked, his body would sway to one side.
"This is an antique shop, not a grocery store." The old man gloated as he sat down. He shook his head and glared at Garon. "You're afraid that your family will find out, so you're wandering around outside to sober up, right?"
"How did you know?" Garon sat on a red cloth stool and threw the fake goods on the table to the side. Then, he began to gently rub his temples.
"I knew it just by looking at you. I was about to go back, but I didn't expect you to come. Then I'll stay a little longer. It's not very safe in the city these days. Be careful and don't stay out too late. "
"I know, I know. Don't worry." Garon gulped. "Old man, do you have any water here?"
"Go to the back room and pour it yourself. I can't be bothered with you." Old Man Gregor sat at the table and continued to write something.
Garon stood up and staggered to the only inner room. He groped around and poured himself a glass of water. As soon as the cold water entered his stomach, he felt much better.
Back in the main room, he dragged a chair over and sat down at the old man's table.
Garon took advantage of the alcohol to ask the question that he wanted to ask the most.
"Old man, where's the book you showed me last time? Can you show me some more? "
Old Man Gregor bit the feather behind the pen and pretended not to hear him.
"Old man, did you hear me?"
"Yes! What's the fuss about? " Old Man Gregor waved his hand. "It's a waste to show you that book. Without that ability, you'll get the same result no matter how many times you read it."
"Who said that? I didn't read it carefully last time. "Garon made up a story." If you give it to me this time, I'll definitely read it carefully! "
"You really know how to pick things. Do you know how much that book is worth in the market? If you break it, you won't be able to pay for it in your next life. "The old man twitched his mouth.
"That's called appreciation. I'm just appreciating it! I didn't ask you to give it to me. "Garon was speechless. Now, he would come over every day to pester the old man. If he didn't want to read the book again, he wanted the old man to give him something similar.
"Besides, what ability do you need to read a book?"
"No ability means no ability."
"You don't understand." The old man looked at the table and nodded. He seemed to be satisfied with his handwriting. "Mr. Quicksilver's burglary case has some progress."
"What progress?"
"They're now investigating a new case in the outskirts of the city. They found some clues. The things that were stolen from my shop should still be in the city. They're still investigating. Maybe they'll be able to get most of it back after a while. "
The old man put away the pen and paper on the table and closed the ink bottle. He glanced at Garon. "Also, don't think about that book. I sent it to a friend a while ago. It's not with me now."
"Then do you have anything similar? I'm only interested in things like the medal and the book. "
"You mean those things that have troubles behind them?" The old man was surprised.
"Troubles?" Garon was a little surprised.
"The previous owners of the Bronze Cross Medal were all prodigal sons who squandered all their wealth. That book is similar. They're all people who hurt people. "The old man seemed to sigh.
"Things that have troubles behind them?"
Garon was deep in thought.
After leaving the antique shop, he sobered up a little and kept thinking about this question.
"If only things that have troubles behind them have potential …" He recalled the Ring of Misfortune. "Then what is the potential that I absorbed from it?"
Unknowingly, he had walked to the secluded road back home. The houses on both sides were sparse, and he could clearly see the dark green mountain wall and empty forest behind the houses.
"It's actually this road …"
He was suddenly shocked. He looked around and realized that it was the road where he killed his first person by accident.
The grayish-white road was a little bumpy, and there was a pool of dark red blood on the ground in front of him. He wondered if it was left by his last kill. There was no one around, only the headlights of a white car slowly moving away.
Garon hurriedly walked past the pool of blood. After so long, the blood had completely dried, and there was even some thin black hair condensed in it.
The cold wind blew into his neck, and he suddenly felt a little cold.
He hurried forward a few more steps. Suddenly, a person came out of an alley on the left in front of him and ran towards him in a hurry.
This person was wearing a black trench coat and a round hat, and the sound of his boots was crisp and hurried.
Garon moved slightly to the side to make space for the person to pass.
Instead, the person staggered as if he was drunk, and fell directly towards him.
"Be careful." Garon reached out to support him. Suddenly, he was shocked. He vaguely saw a silver light piercing towards his lower abdomen, and then there was a pain in his stomach, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
There was no sense of danger, no creepiness, and no shock. Garon was stunned at first, and then his heart turned cold. He immediately reacted. He hugged the person in his arms and squeezed hard.
"Who sent you?"
Amidst a series of cracking sounds, that person's limp body leaned against Garen's body, unable to move at all. Both of his arms and some of his ribs were broken.
But the strange thing was, this guy was still hugging him tightly with his arms wide open, and did not reply.
Garon supported him. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly saw a figure in the distance at the mouth of the alley, raising his hand, holding something and aiming it at him.
Suddenly, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his head, and an unprecedented sense of fear instantly surged up.
Garon felt as if the tip of a knife was hanging on the tip of his nose, and it was so close to him.
With the help of the moonlight, he could roughly see it. The person's eyes were slightly red, and the thing in his hand was a black pistol.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound.
At the same time, there was a flash of fire, and Garon felt a small, hot thing hit his chest accurately. The person he was supporting trembled, and it was obvious that he was shot as well.
There was a burning sensation on his chest, as if his skin had been scraped.
"Even a gun is out!" Garon had no time to think. He pushed the person on top of him away and jumped to the left like in the movies. Bang! Bang! He dodged two bullets.
With the agility attribute that he had just added, his reaction and body speed were faster than the opponent's.
The bullets almost hit his calf, and two yellow sparks appeared on the ground.
Protecting his face with his arms, Garon did not feel much fear. Instead, he felt a mixture of excitement and surprise.
He could feel that after the bullet penetrated a person's body, it was no longer lethal when it hit him. It only broke the skin and was stuck in his muscles. This allowed him to roughly estimate the damage that the bullet would do to him. As long as it did not hit his vitals at close range, he would not die on the spot.
As someone who had already died once, Garon had no fear of death at all. He felt his heart beating wildly, fast, heavy, and powerful. All the strength in his body burst out in an instant.
After three shots, he covered his face with his hands and charged at the person.
The person also thought that the first shot had hit, and the last two shots were just to make up for it. His opponent should be out of strength. He did not expect him to have such explosive power.
The two of them were not far apart, only a dozen steps away. The three shots missed, and Garon fiercely charged at him. The person panicked and raised his hand to continue shooting.
Pa!
Garon slapped his hand, and the gun rolled far away, spinning and sliding into the middle of the road, more than twenty meters away.
Garon grabbed the person's neck with one hand and punched the person's abdomen with the other. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past and brushed past his arm.
Garon felt pain in his right hand. When he looked carefully, he saw that the person was holding a dark blue dagger. The blue luster on the dagger looked strange under the moonlight.
He looked at the wound on his right hand. The wound on the outside of his forearm was already turning blue.
"It's poisonous!!" A chill ran down his spine.
He did not know what weapon the person was holding that could easily scratch his skin. He also did not know what poison was used on the dagger, but the numbness and itchiness on the wound was definitely not ordinary poison.
Garon suddenly thought of his sister, Ying Er, who was still studying at home. He also thought of Old Man Gregor, who was always in the antique shop. He also thought of the fact that he had finally found a way to learn martial arts.
He did not want to die. He had just crossed over, and he had just integrated into the life here. He did not want to die! It was not easy to be reborn!
"If you want me to die! Don't even think about living! " He suddenly roared, rushed forward, and grabbed the person's hand that was holding the dagger, and slashed backwards.
With a slash, the person's chest was fiercely slashed by the dagger. She suddenly exclaimed. It was a woman's voice.
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