"Wen Sen is really not a human being." Ruan

Annie sat on the chair and exhaled a long breath of smoke: "It's hard to imagine that this guy is actually a good friend of mine."

"Maybe you are essentially the same as him."

Alina frowned as she spoke, and asked: "Where did you find the cigarette?"

Although there is good tobacco everywhere, there is nothing for rolling cigarettes.

"there."

Anne raised her eyebrows slightly, and Alina looked towards the place she indicated, and there was actually a "Book of Night" lying there.

"You roll cigarettes with this thing?" Ruan

Alina couldn't help but hold her forehead: "The goddess' followers will kill you if they see you."

"That doesn't matter. Do you think I can die a happy death like this?"

Annie's face was full of indifference.

But when she was talking to Alina, her elf-like ears trembled slightly. The "witch" gave her super hearing. At this time, she heard a very clear sound, which was thousands of times.

Gold coins were dumped from high places.

In fact, what she didn't know was that behind where she and Alina were sitting, separated by a thick earth wall, was the casino's money bank.

At this moment, accountants in black clothes are surrounding the cash box, coding the brand-new gold coins, and wrapping each hundred coins into a roll with thick tissue paper. The sealed cash box is covered and locked, and the box is sewn with melted lead.

Glue it on, then pour lead water into the keyhole.

There is a man wearing a mask sitting in the middle of the cash box, methodically stamping the steel seal on the mouth of the box, like a skilled worker. But the worker uses a heavy hammer to stamp the steel seal, and he only uses his hands. Ruan

He held the fine steel seal with his metal-gloved hand and knocked hard on the seam of the box wrapped in wrought iron. The lines of the seal penetrated a little deeper into the wrought iron.

The seal pattern shows a woman with long hair like seaweed sitting under the moon.

There was a slight tapping sound under the feet, the masked man nodded, and the servant standing behind him bent down and opened the iron cover on the ground.

A young man jumped up quickly, his black cloak smelling fishy.

"Your Highness, the situation outside is very tense. People from the Pope's Office have blocked the place. Only the waterway is open now. The Bishop has ordered everyone to evacuate at night."

The young man bowed slightly: "But the reconciliation hasn't been completed yet? Please hurry up."

Without even looking at him, the masked man picked out one of the gold coins and hit it with a steel seal. Ruan

The pope's head was replaced by a woman with hair as long as seaweed, and the depth of the mark showed a silvery white color.

"Counterfeit money?" The young man was stunned.

The masked man threw the counterfeit money to the young man: "It's counterfeit money, but it's more valuable than real money. Each specially minted counterfeit currency can be exchanged for an ounce of gold at a reputable banker. These counterfeit coins are withdrawn."

Voucher. Today we are here to reconcile the payment of eight thousand pounds worth of gold. If there is an error in the accounting, it will be a huge loss. This is not something that can be speeded up casually. Tell the bishop, be patient, be patient."

His voice was strange, as sharp as a coloratura tenor, and full of decoration, just like his clothes.

He wore a gorgeous dark red thick velvet robe with a slim waist. The hem of the robe reached down to his feet, revealing a pair of pointed sheepskin shoes. The collar and armbands of the robe were made of gold and silver, with long armbands hanging down.

There are metal tassels. The most dazzling thing is the mask, which is made of dark blue iron and has a smiling night owl on it.

Some people say it is an owl, but that is not accurate. That kind of bird always appears in mythology. As a servant of the devil, its appearance means that bad omens are coming.

Most night owls have only one foot, because this bird has a vicious heart, even towards itself. If they are caught by a hunter's trap, they will bite off their own without hesitation.

feet run away

Such a strange man would undoubtedly be seen as a comedian without makeup if he walked on the roads of Valinor. No real nobleman would dress like this.

But in the small space of the money bank, everyone was in awe of him. The accountants in black carefully kept their distance from him and did not even dare to look directly at him.

Under his eyelashes, his pupils were faintly dark red, like...dried blood.

"But……"

What else did the young man who reported the news want to say?

The man known as the Prince waved his hand and motioned for one of the accountants to speak.

The accountant immediately stood up straight: "There are now eleven compartments outside. Each compartment has a special gambling table. Each gambling table represents a family in the Papal State. The people participating in the gambling are from

The priests of that family exchanged the offerings of the believers into withdrawal certificates that looked like gold coins, and they would lose the money to the casino at the gaming table." Ruan

"The amount of money matches the accounts, and all taxes paid last year have been paid. The payer will withdraw from Valinor within one day, and the payee will take the withdrawal certificate to a bank in various places to exchange for gold. But now there is a

A very troublesome person broke in and he was so rich that we had to assign people to deal with him, which disrupted the rhythm of the reconciliation."

"Then it's not impossible to kill him."

The young man's eyes flashed fiercely.

After a brief silence, the accountants in black let out mysterious chuckles.

In an instant, they changed from meticulous financial staff to a flock of crows on a cold night, exchanging mocking glances at each other.

"This young man is teaching me to kill?"

The prince spread his hands and suddenly relaxed: "This young man is teaching me to kill, my dear friends!" Ruan

The young man who reported the news shrank his shoulders in fear. He instantly understood that he had made a mistake.

For the "prince" in front of him, violence has always been commonplace.

If he thinks it is necessary, he will kill the guy outside who is causing trouble at any time.

"If you are too obsessed with the pleasure and convenience of violence, you will become like the taste of blood, and then you will kill people for the taste of blood." The prince leaned slightly, and at this moment his tone sounded compassionate: "Then you will stay away from God.

Grace.”

When he spoke such righteous and crowning words, the young man clearly saw that every line on the palms of his hands was blood red, and the lines were like bloody snakes intertwined together.

The next moment, except for the prince, everyone in the bank subconsciously lowered their heads.

The disgusting smell of blood permeated the money bank. Ruan

Blood flowed silently on the soles of the young man's shoes, and corpses were piled in the corner.

The gamblers who thought they had won money and tried to leave the casino to have fun stayed here. They were all cut off at the throat. The sharp cuts cut off most of their necks, and some only had a thin layer of skin.

The head and body are connected together.

A scarlet rapier hung from the prince's waist, and drops of blood were flowing out of the small hole at the end of the scabbard, hitting his elegant lambskin shoes.

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