franphil Chapter 143 Respect for Freedom
Chapter 143 Respect for Freedom
Chapter 143 Respect for Freedom
You can only choose one: me or her.
For no reason at all, Hazel just wanted to say that.
But she managed to restrain herself, though she still felt a little uncomfortable. In her opinion, they shared a secret and should be closer.
"You're really not suited for the thief route."
"It would be great if you took the path of a eulogist."
Shael reached out and patted Hazel's head; he actually wanted to say the honest man's way.
However, in a mystical sense, the honest man's path has been tainted by the goddess of night.
"I will try my best to play the role of a con artist."
Hazel was a little flustered when her head was patted, but Xia'er's words made her calm down.
Her upbringing instilled in her a lack of enthusiasm for fraud.
Theft is a little better; you can return what you've stolen, and there are no specific rules about what you have to steal.
Chael and Hazel continued chatting, and after a while, Audrey came over.
She took her seat with a glass of champagne.
After gathering some information, Audrey also chose this good spot to slack off.
A pair of men and women won't be easily disturbed.
A setup of one man and two women is less likely to be disturbed.
Even if you want to invite any of these three to dance, you have to think it over, because it might cause some awkwardness.
Moreover, the location here is excellent, allowing one to observe the dance floor and better play the role of a "mind reader," or even to try and figure out what Chael and Hazel are thinking.
"You guys don't seem very enthusiastic about this dance."
Audrey smiled, her eyes sparkling.
She was well aware of this, of course. In Ruen, noble men and women, if it was inconvenient to be alone in private, would have private conversations in such public settings.
She wouldn't have come to bother us if the atmosphere wasn't off.
"I'm actually quite passionate about it."
Chael just doesn't want to dance right now.
He prefers watching others dance.
Watching them revel in the bustling prosperity, witnessing firsthand how shadows devour everything.
"You're not really interested in this dance, are you?"
Audrey is now getting used to Chael's speaking style, which sometimes even makes her feel a strange sense of familiarity.
"People who can move are always more attractive than objects."
"But right now, at the entire ball, there is no one I care about more than this glass of wine."
Chael raised his glass to the two ladies.
Although Chael's area-of-effect attack accidentally injured Audrey and Hazel, the two still intended to forgive him.
"Respect for freedom, respect for life, respect for the goddess."
The three men's glasses clinked gently.
"Respect to you."
Chael downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp. Although he didn't like beer, this red wine tasted pretty good.
Audrey and Hazel exchanged a glance, then looked away in tacit agreement, each drinking their champagne or red wine.
Chael leaned back in his chair, swirling the last bit of wine in his glass, savoring the taste of the red wine, when suddenly something came to mind.
Did Emperor Russell not "invent" eucalyptus? And what did he not plagiarize?
Chael's absent-minded appearance led to a misunderstanding between the two girls beside her, especially the "mind reader".
Seeing that Chael was deep in thought, Audrey gave up the idea of speaking, not wanting to interrupt Chael's train of thought.
She also sorted out the intelligence she had just gathered: Beckeron might be a Sequence 6 schemer, and he might have an unknown Sequence 5 assistant by his side, as well as a number of extraordinary informants hidden in various places.
This information is enough to help Mr. Angel.
If Mr. Angel is still busy, perhaps Fors and Hugh will bring her some surprises.
It is well known that silence is contagious.
Hazel also began to think about how she could complete her role as a con artist.
Her upbringing was significantly different from Audrey's.
If Audrey's family instilled in her from a young age the idea of becoming "upper class," then shamelessness and lies were merely passports, as commonplace as perfume.
In some respects, Hazel's family placed greater emphasis on cultivating her character and knowledge.
This resulted in Audrey being able to thrive no matter which path she took, once she got through the initial adjustment period.
Hazel, however, was somewhat unaccustomed to the thief's approach. After all, for a proud young girl, she disdained even lying, and naturally, she would find it difficult to take the deception a step further.
The silence of these three people attracted a little attention at the ball.
Audrey herself already had a certain level of popularity, and the fact that these three people sat together in complete silence, as if in a standoff, inevitably made some people feel strange.
These three people, however, thought it was fine to ignore each other like this, and didn't see anything wrong with it.
Only Susie, the golden retriever, sensed the little incident at the ball. She wagged her tail and continued to observe from the shadows.
October 9, Wednesday.
Fors and Miss Hugh received instructions from Audrey.
They decided to act as middlemen and make another profit.
So they went to the extraordinary party that Mr. A had organized himself.
He submitted a commission to Mr. A to assassinate Ambassador Intis.
Mr. A did not refuse; as long as the money was in place, he didn't care about being an ambassador or anything like that.
Food prices in Backlund have gone up again.
At this rate, even the "Fat and Delicious Meat Slices" group won't be able to afford "meat slices" anymore.
One of the more humane aspects of the Aurora Society is that, although they themselves engage in cannibalism, they are not "completely insane." They only eat people, but they do not require ordinary followers of the Aurora Society to also "eat people."
On Klein's side.
He had also raised enough money and had a secret weapon, preparing to have members of the "Backlund Integrated Affairs Service Company" escort him out of Backlund.
After thinking it over, he gave up the idea of leaving by train.
Since we can't avoid it, taking a boat is a good option.
Fighting on a ship is more convenient and less likely to harm innocent bystanders.
Danger on the ship, and danger on the steam train.
Klein chose the former, after all, he could swim, jumping off a boat wouldn't necessarily kill him, and jumping off a train, even the "Joker," required a certain amount of courage.
"Are you my bodyguard?"
Klein looked at the bodyguard in front of him, who was draped in a black robe that completely concealed his figure, and suddenly felt that something was amiss. Could this be a wanted criminal who was not in the public eye? Even if he was a gangster, his bodyguards wouldn't look so suspicious at first glance, would they?
Whether it's at a train station or a security checkpoint before boarding a ship, dressing like this will definitely get you thoroughly searched.
Shael didn't speak. He took a step and then disappeared into Klein's shadow.
A bed-shaped ticket emerged from the shadows, indicating the departure date.
"At least, let's go to the dock area first."
Klein felt a little uncomfortable with the ground, but he didn't dare to step on it too hard, as if he was afraid of stepping on someone.
He didn't really like this kind of close protection.
Although it was very thoughtful and seemed very professional, it always reminded him of some bloody scenes of backstabbing.