son-in-law of blood

Chapter 43 Moore's Miserable Life

"boom……"

A muffled sound came, and the two of them were startled. Looking around, they found that the pile of books that was half a person's height in sight collapsed to the ground with a bang, and a skinny little old man came from inside " Get out!

The two looked at each other in dismay. If he hadn't learned from Edgeworth that Moore was a pure human being, Hellen would have thought he was a dwarf.

"Your Excellency Moore Garcia?" Helen asked tentatively.

"Such a charming taste..."

The little old man who crawled out of the pile of books suddenly revealed obsessive eyes, and looked at the two of them.

Seeing this, Hellen was filled with anger, and a terrifying murderous intent flashed across his eyes. Then his left arm quickly turned into a dragon claw, broke away from Hepburn's arm, and flew forward in an instant. As he spoke, he wanted to smash this pair of Hepburn The little old man who spoke badly was shot to death.

"Tsk tsk, and the blood of the silver dragon? It's even more attractive!" The little old man's withered face showed no fear, but looked at Helen even more obsessively.

"Uh……"

At this time, Xillen also knew that if he cared about it, he might have misunderstood the little old man, so he quickly put away the dragon claws, and canceled the bloodline skill dragon body apotheosis.

"What about the letter?"

Moore Garcia withdrew his gaze and said in a hoarse voice.

Hellen glanced at Hepburn not far away, sighed softly, and took out the letter written by Edgeworth from his pocket.

After Moore finished reading, he grabbed Hellen's left hand with his skinny arm, and began to look at Hellen with a crazy expression.

Xillen got goosebumps all over his body from this fanatical stare, and finally couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency Moore, look..."

Moore Garcia let go of his arms at this moment, and suddenly burst out laughing like crazy.

Helen was taken aback, and took the opportunity to return to Hepburn's side.

After Moore laughed, he began to wail on the ground again, like a demon.

"This person can't be a lunatic..." Hepburn whispered cautiously in Hellen's ear.

"Who knows, maybe it's because I'm so handsome, what's the stimulation?" Helen asked uncertainly.

The crying gradually stopped, and Moore raised his head and tremblingly said: "It's not fair, it's so unfair, why, why I can't get something that I have worked hard for for 40 or 20 years, this [-]-year-old doll can have it as soon as it is born! I hate it so much, I hate it so much!"

Hearing this, and thinking of the "charming smell" that Moore said not long ago, Helen has roughly understood what happened.

Presumably, after so many years of research, this man named Moore also knows the reason why he cannot advance to the hell poet, blood!
Yes, in all fairness, if I suddenly saw something that I could not get after working hard for most of my life, but a young man could get it effortlessly, I would have collapsed to this point.

However, Helen is not a saint, he can only express his regret for Moore's experience. For Hellen, who considers himself to belong to the lawful and evil camp, the only value of the old man in front of him is that he can help him become a wandering scholar .Other than that, he didn't care what the man was going through.

Seeing that Moore's emotions gradually calmed down, Hellen said:

"Since you can see the characteristics of my blood, you must also know the reason for our visit. Just now, it was a letter written by His Excellency Edgeworth that I handed over to you. Here are two bottles worth ten gold lang Graham's Grantham red wine, it's my reward for you."

"Of course, if you want to ask for money directly, you can also discuss it."

Xillen took out two bottles of expensive red wine bought on the road, and handed them to the skinny old man in front of him.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

There was a severe cough, and Moore took the bottle tremblingly.Throwing the letter he had read in his hand into the pile of scattered books, he bit the cap of the wine bottle with his ragged teeth, and muttered:

"No, as long as there is wine."

Gululu took a sip of wine, Moore wiped his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Young man, are you sure you want to embark on this road of no return? Isn't my current situation enough to shake you? Hell poet... What a wonderful profession, but it's a pity that people who have been able to change their professions successfully for thousands of years But there are very few. Most of them are like me, stuck at the peak of the second order all their lives, hahaha... Wandering scholar, wandering scholar, really appropriate, I am afraid that I am not even as good as a tramp now..."

While talking, Moore laughed and cried again:

"30 years, 30 years! How many 30 years are there in my life? I have worked hard for this shit hell poet for 30 years! I can't even catch the slightest sign. You can also see that I am not a ghost or a ghost now. You don’t even know what I’ve done over the past 30 years to meet the requirements of the bloodline of the Hell Poet…”

It was really sad, the listener wept, and the shrill voice echoed in the room.

After a long time, Hellen shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency Moore, I feel very sorry for what happened to you, but...it is my own business to choose a wandering scholar or an advanced hell poet, and I will bear all the consequences...Your Excellency Moore, my time Not much, I still hope you can keep your promise. Now that you have drunk the wine I brought you, don't procrastinate any longer."

Moore also seemed to have noticed the impatience in Hellen's words, muttered something indistinctly, plunged into the pile of messy books and began to rummage around.

Helen frowned and watched the old man's movements, not knowing what he was going to do.

After about ten minutes, when Helen was about to wait impatiently, Moore finally turned out a notebook with a simple style, and the yellowed edge of the book showed that it was no older than the two of Hellen. Low.

"I'm old, and I can't teach you anything now. This notebook is my practice experience for many years. I hope it can be helpful to you."

Moore handed the notebook to Hellen.

Seeing this, Hepburn frowned and said, "Hey, how did you get a job with just a notebook? How did you break through to become a wandering scholar? Can you tell me in detail?"

Moore shook his head and remained silent, as if he didn't want to recall the years that broke his heart.

"You!" A flash of anger flashed between Hepburn's beautiful eyes, and she was about to reprimand, but Hellen grabbed her arm.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Moore. I will always remember your help to me. I hope the gods can bless you with smooth sailing for the rest of your life. See you soon!"

Helen put away the notebook, bowed slightly to pay tribute, and then pulled her away from Moore's cabin with Hepburn's puzzled expression.

After leaving Moore's dilapidated house, Hepburn couldn't help asking: "What are you doing? Could you be a wandering scholar with just a notebook?"

Helen smiled slightly: "It's getting late, let's hurry back to the city before it gets dark. Don't worry, I know what's going on."

"Mysterious, I don't care about you!"

Seeing that Helen refused to say more, Hepburn sighed helplessly, and the two walked towards Kenshen City.

On the way, Helen still heard the voice from the system when he touched the note that Moore gave him:
"detected……"

(End of this chapter)