Morning in the Tower of Swords

But Sora is a skilled idol after all, and dealing with emergencies is a skill that must be learned, so she forced herself to calm down and speak first to break the situation.

"This gentleman, looking at you, is it the starring role of the troupe's stage play?"

"Oh? I thought that idols in this impetuous society wouldn't pay attention to the art form of stage play. How can you know that I'm the starring role?"

Seeing that the man was really interested in her, Sora breathed a sigh of relief, and finally revealed the shameful thing in front of him. No matter what he said next, as long as he was sincere, there should be no problem.

"I'm sorry, I didn't really study stage play, but you should be able to guess just by looking at the details of your movements and your temperament, sir. No matter how expensive the actors are, they will look very dramatic at a glance. You are completely different...how do you say it?"

Sora volleyed her hands towards the man, dancing like a picture frame, while organizing words and phrases to explain her understanding.

"Your clothes are so sophisticated and spotless that they look new at first glance, but you move with such ease that even tailoring would not have achieved this level of harmony without frequent adaptation exercises. ."

"And the temperament you exude is completely natural to this costume. Even a layman like me who is not familiar with stage plays will be surprised. All this shows that you are a master of stage play art. If a person like Mr. If you can't be the lead actor, it's simply unreasonable."

Sora's sincere platinum ass was obviously very useful to the man. He slightly foreheaded Sora, as if he was looking at a promising junior.

"I have to say, my dear idol lady, you have changed my outlook on this profession. I thought they were all drowning in a pool of stagnant water, but I didn't expect to have such an artistic vision as you can create. material, but... you seemed to be in a hurry to do something just now, is it okay to delay it for so long?"

Sora, who was secretly rejoicing that he was in a hurry, suddenly became sluggish when the man said a big turning point. The atmosphere between the two froze for a few seconds, and the familiar high-pitched voice sounded again.

"Yah!!! It's over, it's over, I won't be able to catch up, don't leave Texas!"

The man looked at Sora, who was stomping his feet and turning around in a hurry, and shook his head. Although he couldn't see his expression through the mask, he could still feel his helplessness.

"Don't call Miss Idol, your image will be lost, don't worry, I know that you are an employee of the Great Emperor, and I happen to be discussing a 'show' with Mr. Great, you won't miss it Anything wonderful, trust me."

The man bowed slightly with his left hand behind him, then took out a thin plastic-sealed card with his right hand from under the cloak, and held it forward between his index and middle fingers.

"Take it, then tell Mr. Great your wishes, and say, I really look forward to your being my audience, or... singing for my performance."

Kong blankly took the card handed over by the man, looked down and saw only two words written very briefly on the large blank space.

Rhode Island.

Doctor.

"Sir! You..."

When Sora looked up again, the "leading actor" was nowhere to be seen.

……

"Cough, this equipment is really not wrong, forcibly continuing an encounter in a youth school drama."

Jogo walked his flamboyant "crippled" dance moves, muttering something, and then his body turned into a phantom, and finally disappeared behind the corner wall.

What he means is, don't think that the beautiful late girl with bread in her mouth can hit it at any [-]-degree corner. This kind of bridge has been rotten by cartoonists.

However, the [-]-mile speed of the Golden Shovel, Phantom Dance, and Light Boots is different. As long as you can gallop to overtake behind the beautiful girl, you are the protagonist.

''Boots of Lightness': Enchanted with 'Noisy'.

Additional skills: ①Enhanced Movement: Greatly increase movement speed.

②Slow Resistance: The movement speed slowing means you suffer will not cause any damage to you, and the slowing effect will be halved.

③Noisy: When you deal damage to a target, it will provide you with a small movement speed bonus within 10 seconds. The duration can be refreshed by stacking multiple times. The same target cannot be triggered twice, and the maximum stack is 4 layers. '

Thank you for your love for this book. In fact, I don't have much to say. The old black rabbit has already written a book. The results are average, but at least the book is guaranteed.

This is just to explain the old black rabbit's attitude towards bounty again. If I have the ability, of course I would like to offer a bounty, but it is not possible.

First of all, the outline of this book is very unpredictable, because there are too many elements, and readers have given me a lot of novel opinions. It is common to change ideas. In the absence of a fixed framework, it is really laborious to code the plot. .

Furthermore, as I mentioned before, the old black rabbit still insists on the principle of writing it as long as it can be written well. Opening a bounty will make me start to mix up without realizing it. When I mix it up to a certain extent, it will definitely plummet. This is not what I wrote. The original intention of the book.

"Haha, hahaha! I, I'm about to die, so, so your people have become a bunch of bare butts?? Hahahaha!"

A Ruper clan gangster with scars on the head of a ferocious wolf was beating the table and laughing wildly, and the Ruper clan, who was also wearing a black suit designated by the gang, but at least a human face, looked ashen.

"Shut up, Gambino! It's not mine that hurts, it's the Sicilian!"

The wolf-headed gangster Gambino seemed to ignore the insults of the other party, but after all, he gradually stopped laughing and stared at the other party with a scrutiny sharp gaze.

"You impress me, Capone, I thought you were a coward, but I didn't expect you to be able to do such a domineering act that fits your gang status, but unfortunately you failed, washing away the shame of being a coward doesn't mean you're not a fool. "

boom!

Ruper, the man named Capone, slammed his fist and hammered the table, staring at the guy opposite and gnashing his teeth, but obviously he can only be speechless now, because he did fail, otherwise Gambino would not be today appear here.

These two Ruperians, whose names are exactly the same as the godfather of the American gangsters in the last century, are the two remaining leaders of the Sicilian people. Before the Sicilian people fell down and scattered, Gambino was the number one combat leader of the leader's cronies. So his mind is more straight.

Originally, Gambino should not come to Longmen until the eve of Requiem in about a year, which is the timeline of the noisy law of game activities. Before that, he was running business elsewhere, and he probably did something like hiring thugs. Even the life of a killer.

Capone was originally a foreign trade manager lower than Gambino, mainly selling some guns from Rutland, and then smuggling and importing various high-profit goods to Syracuse, even if he did not mix with gangsters. It is also possible to imagine something, such as Casimir's slave, Kazdel's "leaf".

Capone also knew that Gambino was a reckless man, and the reason why he didn't want to join him was because he was afraid of losing his current authority, but now he suddenly broke his face with the Rat King, and Capone had to pull down his face and ask Gambio to take the initiative. Nuo support, after all, most of the combatants left by the Sicilian were under Gambino's command.

If it wasn't for the failure of Capone's impulsive action this time, he should have been on an equal footing with Gambino by virtue of the family wealth managed by Longmen, but now it seems that he can only lower his head.

"I didn't ask you to talk nonsense. In a word, will you do this?"

Even if he didn't send someone to investigate, Capone knew that the Rat King must be gearing up to kill him now. If Gambino didn't want to get into the muddy water, he could only run away before the Rat King blocked the slum. Way to go.

But as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Capone is also willing to give it a try. With such a cool life in Longmen, who wants to suffer in those ghost places outside?

The so-called gang, to put it bluntly, is a group of bullies organized to bully the market and enjoy the life of self-styled high-class people. They don't want to be mercenaries begging for food in the hail of bullets.

"Go! Why don't you do it? The Sicilians deserve such a good 'homeland', but I'll be the leader after this is done. Do you have any opinion?"

In the face of Miss Wang's big mouth from Gambino, Capone could only smash his teeth and swallow in his stomach. After all, after weighing the two, it is better to be submissive than to be a bereaved dog again.

"I can support you as the leader, but the trade is mine and you can't interfere."

Gambino snorted coldly, even his muscular brain knows that he can't press Capone too hard at one time, as long as he holds the leader's power, and then finds a few experienced people who are full of brains as deputy, some are Time robbed the right to trade.

"As long as you pay the profit share according to the rules, what's wrong? Isn't this division of labor the same as it was back then, except that you became the director of internal and external trade, and your boss was replaced by me."

"……make a deal."

Seeing Capone take the initiative to stretch out a hand, Gambino grinned with sharp fangs. He still wouldn't hide his emotions, but Capone probably couldn't see anything. Because Gambino usually looks like this.

"make a deal."

Just when the two people in the Sicilian stronghold successfully shook hands and expressed their intention to cooperate to defeat the Rat King, there was a cheerful sound of piano playing in the hall not far away, and the two gang leaders were stunned in place.

The notes of the piano are like a brisk and vigorous gray rabbit, which is galloping on the grassland with all four legs aside for a while, and then stops to wash the fleshy cheeks with its small front paws, full of cute and witty tunes.

But it just doesn't fit in with a gang full of Ruper werewolves.

Listening to the ears of the two senior gangsters Gambino and Capone, it was as uncomfortable and awkward as eating flies, like seeing a man with a big, three-thick, scarred face and a murderous face, with a long knife pinned to his waist. The man, riding on the rocking cart, happily sang along "Dad's father is grandpa, what is the name of father's mother?".

What are you doing?Why don't the gangs negotiate here, can you be more serious? ?

"Your people seem to be used to being wild outside and don't know much about the rules."

Capone suffered a loss from Gambino just now, and of course he will not let it go if he can pass the mouth addiction, so he made a mockery for the first time.

"Fart! Laozi's people are all battle-hardened backbones, and they will never do anything extra without my order. I have never even seen anyone play the piano. It must be your pampered people who even fatten their claws. The guy who is full has nothing to do!"

Of course Gambino was not convinced, so he immediately retorted. To be honest, he made a lot of sense. With his iron head, the people who can follow him with all his might are probably all reckless men, except for fighting and drinking. Smoking and smoking grass and playing with women, no one can play the piano at all.

"Oh, this is the stronghold I run. My people have been doing things here for six years. Don't they know the rules of the family much better than you?"

"Then go out with Lao Tzu to see who it is, whoever will learn to bark three times!"

Capone hesitated for a moment, but no matter what he thought, it could only be the other party, so he agreed to Gambino's request.

"Just gamble. If you lose, don't dawdle. Hurry up to fulfill your promise, so as not to delay our important matters."

"Keep that to yourself!"

So the two men opened the door aggressively and walked towards the hall, which was different from Gambino's rampage. After all, this was Capone's own territory, and as soon as he went out, he felt something was wrong.

What about the two men I'm guarding at the door of the negotiating room?And why haven't you seen a single Ruper along the way?

Suspected, he quietly stepped down for half a beat and followed behind the tall Gambino.

But gradually, the closer they got to the hall where the sound of the music came, the more hesitant their footsteps became, and even Gambino noticed something unusual.

He didn't pay attention to any details, but as a veteran Ruper fighter, he was very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"Ahead... something happened, you immediately call someone to come to support, I'll go and see what's going on."

Gambino's combat literacy is really not to be picky. He immediately judged the action that should be taken, and even temporarily abandoned the contradiction just now, because this is no longer a matter of face, but in front of the rat king. A united front for all.

Capone's combat skills are more inclined to sniping. It can be seen from the fact that he carries a crossbow with him. One of the reasons why the Sicilian people can stay in Longmen for six years is probably related to Longmen's ban on live ammunition. relation.

Gangs without such skills do not dare to use live ammunition in some inappropriate situations, otherwise they will be copied by the guards’ eyeliner, while Capone’s people switch between live ammunition and crossbows at any time. Of course, one liter and one down will certainly have the advantage.

The stronger Gambino is a guard or a special type. In the situation where the situation ahead is unknown, he should be in front, and then take the opportunity to let Capone, who is more familiar with Longmen, come to contact the staff.

The music in front of him was still ringing, Gambino clenched the Originium pistol inserted in the pistol between his ribs, and slowly opened the door leading to the hall. Sure enough, there was a strong bloody smell, and Gambino's pupils twitched. Shrinking, immediately found the source of the smell.

A large amount of splattered blood continued to extend forward from his feet, and finally spilled onto the piano placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, like an elegant red carpet formed by huge blood lotus flowers, guiding him. The forward direction of those who enter through this door.

Compared to Gambino, a strange man with a large white cloak on his shoulders was playing ecstasy in this bloody banquet. His back was obviously to all the entrances and exits of the hall, but he didn't seem to be worried at all. You will be attacked.

Gambino frowned, and a few drops of sweat could not help shedding on his forehead. He had seen many powerful enemies, and even personally duel with the "Lone Wolf" who had assassinated his leader, although he escaped with a wounded body in the end. , but if he were to meet a "lone wolf" again, Gambino would not lack the courage to challenge her twice.

But now this scene is really beyond the comprehension of a gangster. Gambino doesn't know who this guy is, but at this moment, there are only a few simple words left in his mind.

madman!abnormal! !

It's good that the gang kills countless people, but most of the time, a group of people jumped out of the car, held a burst of guns at the unsuspecting target, and then returned to the car and drove away. The situation is also very rare.

To be more cruel, it is the set of mailing human body stumps. Ordinary family members really can’t do the job of dismembering corpses. Only a ruthless old gangster can do it, and they don’t need to be as detailed as Hannibal. Cut off limbs, cut ears, or shave off tattooed parts of the skin.

But no one has ever seen such a "leisure and elegant" guy who can use human blood as paint?

Looking at the way the exaggerated blood splattered, Gambino couldn't imagine what kind of attack they encountered to die so terrifyingly. That one flower was connected to another, and the dark red pattern that emitted a strong stench all the time, if it wasn't for the sweetness. Bino's nose had smelled it many times, and he preferred to believe it was an oil painting in a church.

Just when Gambino was hesitating, the eccentric who had already been regarded as a madman finally finished playing the last syllable, only to see that his hands did not leave the keys immediately, but remained in the playing position, as if he had just taken a breath. Like a smoker, he raised his head and closed his eyes, revelling in the moment.

"Instruments stained with blood are used to play tunes that celebrate the vitality of life. This is the theme of our stage today. What do you think, Mr. Gambino?"

"...Are you the killer sent by the Rat King?"

Being alone committed suicide into the old nest, and even calling his name in person, even if Gambino had doubts, he had to take a step forward and took out a pistol to question the lunatic in front of him.

"What a superficial question. It seems that Mr. Gambino still lacks the imagination of art. Maybe another Mr. Capone, who is playing against you, will have a different opinion?"