Son of the Tower

Chapter 214
Someone recommended, coupled with his status as the chief tower, Mars was able to follow Nie into the safe house opposite their headquarters in the North Headquarters.

After all, after hearing about the Rasmus clan, Superintendent Ximen felt that it was not impossible to help. Considering safety, he took Nie, Patch, Old Norman and Mars, and personally led the team into the safe house.

After finishing the call with the agents of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the agents first asked their immediate superiors, and their immediate superiors said that they needed to inquire about Dalindi.

And within 5 minutes, he agreed to meet Stanis Jeffrey.

Of course, the agent's boss, the gentleman from the Foreign Office, also said that if Stanis Jeffrey strongly demanded to refuse, then everyone must leave.

So Mr. Agent asked Stanis Jeffrey again, and after getting the answer that they could meet each other, they took Mars and his party into the second floor where Stanis is.

"Patch, I'm really curious that you, a rotten gambler, are still alive." The blond and bald Mr. Stanislav Jeffrey spit out his poisonous tongue at Patch as soon as they met.

"You think he's going to die?" Superintendent Ximen sat on the sofa beside him, looking at everything in front of him leisurely.

"Of course, I left before the transaction was completed, so I thought that gentleman would kill Patch. It is very common in our eastern commune to make money and spend it, Mr. Police Officer." Stanis said here, noticing Mars , Nie and old Norman: "This boy, this lady and this master don't look like Patch's relatives, so why did you bring him here?"

"My question is very simple. Where did the child get sold?" Nie sat on the book chair pushed by the old Norman for her. She looked at Stanislav and asked.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Patch, I thought it was kind of that gentleman to let you live and spend money, but I didn't expect you to betray him."

"No, it was his wife who betrayed him. This guy's mouth is quite hard." Mars sat on the coffee table beside him, and while he answered, he picked up the apple on the plate and took a bite - although it is not the barbecue that leopards like. , but there is a saying that goes well, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.

"I see. I'm sorry that I was able to escape from the control area of ​​the Eastern Commune this time. That gentleman also helped me a lot, so I don't want to betray him." Speaking of this, Stanislav pointed to his head: "I The ideological seal in my mind dare not let me betray him, if you want to force me, then I can only ask you to leave."

"Okay, but I still have a question to ask you. Patch said that a child of the same kind bought him, right?"

"Of course, I'm not blind, and Patch, a bad gambler, is not blind, so is there any problem." Stanis sat on his chair, folded his hands on his body, and said with a kind of almost Asked in a see-off tone.

"Many people have fled the Eastern Commune in recent years, and you are one of them, Mr. Stanislav, or Mr. Kartorov District Chairman, I'm curious why you left." Nie asked with a smile, looking at the man in front of him road.

"This has nothing to do with you, miss, well, you can go, I don't want to see any of you again." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

The agents who were standing in the corner also extended their hands to invite. Mars threw away the half-eaten apple, and followed Nie and the others to go out.

At the door, Mars stopped out of curiosity, and he turned to look at Stanis: "Mr. Stanis."

Stanislav, who had already got up, turned his head when he heard the words, and when he saw Mars, he smiled: "Master Tainan, do you have any questions for me?"

"Yes, I want to know what you think of Northernism." Mars looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was born in the Eastern Commune. He was obviously a Northernist, but eventually fled the Eastern Commune.

"Are you a Northernist?" Stanislav had a smile on his face.

"No, I'm just curious. When I was young, I was saved by a northernist." Mars replied solemnly.

The former district chairman raised his eyebrows: "Then do you want to listen to the high-sounding answer or the real answer."

"Can you tell me all about it?" Mars looked at the district chairman in front of him curiously.

And he also smiled: "I thought we could change the fate of this world since I was a child, but it was only after I lost my body that I realized that human power will eventually run out, and long dreams will eventually wake up... That's it, what do you think of this answer? child."

"Thank you." Mars stroked his chest, then turned and left.

Downstairs, Nie was waiting for him, and when she saw Mars coming downstairs, she snorted, "If you really ask a traitor such a question, what else can he say?"

"I just want to understand Northernism from another angle. I read a book in the tower. A sage said that contradictions are found in the struggle." Mars said here, followed Nie out of the safe house: "Speaking of it, There is no answer at all, what are you going to do now."

"This matter is out of our control anyway, and the Dalindi Disaster Prevention Bureau will take over. They are standard strong dragons and snakes in the West, and there is nothing they can't handle." Speaking of this, Nie looked at Paqi: "You This scum is not dead, I really don't have a good idea, but you are so cooperative, and you really shouldn't die by my hands, so you will be handed over to the Great Woodland."

After speaking, Patch was handed over to another team of leopards who came.

Seeing him being dragged away, Mars turned his head and glanced at Nie: "Are you really unreasonable, for this kind of scum?"

"How could I do it for him? I did it for that child. My only memory of my mother is her picture. She passed away before I could remember. So I wondered, would that child be like me, in a helpless night? He misses his mother, or he doesn’t remember anything, and he never thinks that the father who raised him is a fake, and his real father and mother, one is a gambling dog and the other is an alcoholic, are not worthy of being parents.” Said Here, this peer showed a trace of sadness: "However, if it's what I think, that's fine."

Mars didn't answer, he understood what Nirvana was thinking - this kind of future is already very good for that child, in the three eastern countries, about [-]% of children who are sold to others like this may become sacrifices.

Perhaps that child was most likely dead.

Human history is repeated history, and human mistakes are repeated mistakes.

Thinking of this, Mars reached out and hugged Nie: "Maybe everything is a possibility, we will always know the answer, don't think about it until then."

"Thank you." Nie rested her head on Mars' chest.

(End of this chapter)