Chen Lun came out of the extreme state and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Hu walked over quickly and laughed twice. Before he could say anything, Chen Lun stretched out a hand emitting green light and treated his injuries.
"Um...thank you, Silver Pot!"
It felt the pain ease, and then it realized that its injuries were serious.
"So you also have the talent of the Hu Clan. I think this is correct. It is definitely the 'Crazy Hu Heart'!"
Mr. Hu thought of the surging blood energy he had just seen in Chen Lun, and couldn't help but speak in a low voice.
"Perhaps you also have the blood of our Pot Clan flowing in your veins...Aha! We are destined to be companions!"
It patted Chen Lun's shoulder and looked a little more friendly than before.
[Mr. Hu's favorability towards you has increased! Currently it is respect! ]
Chen Lun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this could also gain extra favor from Mr. Hu.
Mr. Ping slowly came to his side without saying anything, but he looked apologetic, obviously because he had not been able to help much in the battle just now.
Chen Lun patted the bronze bottle, and everything was said without words.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his internal organs, but he endured it without making a sound, and his expression remained normal.
He secretly opened the panel and took a look, and found that his health points had dropped to less than half. Part of this was due to combustion consumption after turning on the extreme state, and the other part was caused by Akbin's disease.
And the negative state of "visceral failure" has not disappeared.
"Akbin is still very difficult to deal with... If he has the strength of his previous life now, maybe even if I reach my limit, I still won't be his opponent."
Chen Lun thought.
"Here, Mr. Jack."
Akbin threw over a tube of medicine.
After Chen Lun received the reminder box, he drank it with confidence and eliminated the negative state of the disease. He immediately used the [Awakening] bookmark, consuming more than 50 sanity points and bringing his life back to a healthy state.
The pain finally disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Akbin turned and walked towards Drinker on the ground. After the latter broke free from the control of the armor, Chen Lun had already lifted the sheep transformation on him.
Drink first had a bloody battle with Mr. Hu, and then was hit by Chen Lun's wings in his extreme state. He was seriously injured and unconscious at this time.
Akbin expressionlessly took out medicines, scalpels, suture needles and other medical tools and gave him on-the-spot treatment.
After a moment.
After confirming that Drink was no longer in danger, Akbin stood up.
"Mr. Jack, you don't need to sign a contract to join the 'Murder Club'... but you must pray to the 'King of Killing ' and recite His name."
Akbin's voice was low and solemn.
"This is the club's rule and also a condition for obtaining the blessing."
"no problem."
Chen Lun knew the rule and nodded.
Seeing this, Akbin whispered a name. Chen Lun listened quietly and then read out:
"Murder trafficker, witness of the contract, protector of killers... Great King of Slaughter, please lower your eyes. I will offer you the most pious wine in exchange for the most wonderful murder!"
Ding Dong!
There was a distant sound of clinking glasses.
Accompanied by a chuckle.
"I bear witness."
A deep male voice came from nowhere.
Chen Lun once again felt himself being swept by a distant gaze, and his breathing couldn't help but stagnate.
He knew that it was the angel of the conspiracy faction, Conrad!
Next second.
Chen Lun received a prompt that he had already activated the bond between the "Mutual Aid Association" and the "Murder Club", and his current favorability was neutral.
"Well, our mission in Amber City has been accomplished. We will not interfere in the circus anymore..."
Akbin said.
He then took out a black iron box and an exquisitely carved empty wine glass and handed them to Chen Lun.
"The iron box is the 'altar', a carrier for placing extraordinary wine... The wine glass is a token that can summon the spirit messenger of the 'Murder Club'. You can ask it any questions you have.
I don't have the habit of raising spirit messengers... If you want to contact me, you can ask it to pass on the message."
Chen Lun took the two things and smiled slightly.
"Okay, I understand."
He thought about it and took out two bottles of wine, namely "Crane's Head Green" and "Sage Time".
"This bottle of wine was handed over to the 'Murder Club' according to the rules, and the other bottle of wine is a personal gift to you, Mr. Akbin... This battle was a misunderstanding, let's be friends."
Akbin looked at him quietly, his eyes somewhat complicated.
After a while, he took the two bottles of wine.
"Thank you, these are two nice bottles of extraordinary wine, Mr. Jack."
"You're welcome... Oh, and when Mr. Drinker wakes up, don't forget to tell him that he still owes me his life."
Chen Lun put on his black hat again and smiled politely.
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Inner city of Amber.
Black Messenger Square.
A blond bard was playing a harp by the fountain, singing melodious songs.
Pedestrians dressed in rich attire came and went, and many of them were attracted by the beautiful melody and stopped to listen.
But they left quickly, not even willing to leave behind a silver goblet, and shook their heads in disdain as they left.
The reason is simple: the content of the bard's songs is too exaggerated and very vulgar.
"Hey, you, did you really kill a terrible sea monster on the coast of the Far East?"
A boy wearing a beret came up to the bard and interrupted his singing.
"Of course! Not only that, I've also seen their leader. It's a giant sea monster that's more than ten meters long, covered with dark green scales that are impervious to swords and guns. It looks ugly and ferocious. It's a pity... my sword only wounded it, but I couldn't kill it, so it ran away."
The blond bard stopped playing, put his hands on his hips and said with a look of regret and sadness on his face.
The little boy licked his ice cream and sneered.
"Just you? Even the latest volume of The Adventures of Philip is not as boastful as you... The protagonist went through untold hardships to defeat the big devil of the dark kingdom, and he was seriously injured. How come you are not hurt at all?"
"That's because I'm more powerful! You know, the one standing in front of you is the greatest bard in the Sun Continent, Alex! Who the hell is Philip to be compared with me?"
The blond young man shrugged.
The little boy was immediately unhappy when he heard this. He pointed at Alex and said, before wiping the cream off the corner of his mouth:
"Philip is not some small character! He is a hero! A hero who saves the world!"
The little boy made a face.
"You are the little character! A braggart performing here!"
"You little brat! Be careful or I'll turn into a dragon in your dream and eat you up!"
Alex was just about to roll up his sleeves to teach the little guy a lesson, but the boy ran away laughing, and was immediately grabbed by his mother's ears and started crying.
Looking at the mother and son walking away, Alex rolled his eyes.
He sat down dejectedly by the pool, looking at the hat lying upside down on the ground in front of him. There was not a single copper crore in it, and he sighed deeply.
"A hero is not treated like a hero..."
He patted the bronze statue of the Black Messenger standing beside him and said in a dissatisfied tone:
"It makes this guy a hero."
Ding ding!
The sound of coins colliding could be heard.
Alex was surprised to find two silver cups in his hat.
Looking up, he found an old woman with a hunched back looking at him kindly.
The old lady had white hair and wrinkles all over her face. Although her black clothes were not exquisite or expensive, they were very clean. She had an old hat with a purple chrysanthemum stuck in it, which was common everywhere.
"Life is not easy... Young man, I've heard your performance, it's wonderful. Although this is not much money, I hope you will accept it. This is the best I can do."
Alex raised his eyebrows and saluted very gentlemanly, touching his chest.
"Thank you very much, elder."
The old woman laughed twice, waved her hand, and prepared to leave tremblingly.
At this time, Alex called her.
"Madam, you are the first sincere listener today. Please allow me to play a song for you alone."
"Oh, I'm honored, young man..."
The old lady was a little surprised, but she stopped and listened with a smile.
Alex plucked the harp, and beautiful notes like the sound of flowing springs seemed to leap out. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the singing.
Finally he sang:
"He quietly poured down his light, filling the valleys and forests, and my mind once again cleared away all its troubles.
He sent me his gentle glances, illuminating my dreams, like a grandmother’s doting gaze, watching over my fate…”
When the song ended, the old lady clapped softly and nodded.
Alex asked:
"What do you think?"
"Very beautiful melody, very beautiful lyrics..."
Alex smiled even more.
"This was written by a fan of mine. It's a pity that he didn't write something else, otherwise I wouldn't have to sing about my glorious deeds all day long."
He gradually opened up and asked the old lady:
"You don't seem to be a local here?"
"yes……"
The old lady nodded, gave a kind smile, and her eyes showed expectation.
"I just came to see my relatives...I haven't seen them for a long time and I miss them very much."
Alex raised his eyebrows, bent down and took out the two silver cups from his hat, and gave one back to the old lady.
"This is for you. I hope you have a safe journey and meet your loved ones."
He seemed to see that the old lady was not rich, so he said.
The old lady was a little surprised. She held the silver cup in her hand and smiled for the last time:
"Thank you, you are a kind young man, may the moonlight bless you."
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Newsboys ran along the streets, waving newspapers and shouting:
"Big news! Big news! The royal family was attacked! War is about to begin!!"
When passers-by heard the news, they all looked at it. Many men stopped the newsboy, took out five coppers and bought a newspaper.
Amid the exclamations, the newsboy quickly sold most of the newspapers and was happily counting the copper coins when suddenly a tall figure came up to him.
"Two newspapers, and a pack of Sunshine cigarettes."
The newsboy looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a beard.
"Ah, sir, there are exactly two left... here."
The newsboy rummaged through a satchel that was bigger than his upper body, pulled out two newspapers and a box of cigarettes, and handed them over.
Golov gave twenty-seven copper crowns and returned to the carriage parked on the side of the road with the things.
"Miss Maggie, here's today's newspaper."
He handed one of them into the curtain of the carriage, and a voice came from inside:
"Thank you, Golov."
"You're welcome."
Golov responded.
He set out the day before yesterday according to the order of the team leader, and just brought Miss Maggie back today.
Driving the carriage further towards Jack's Manor, he opened the cigarette box, lit one for himself, and then opened the newspaper.
"Um?"