The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Beat the girl?

Unless it's an assassin, or someone unfavorable to me, how can I do such a dishonest thing as beating a girl?

I righteously refuted the dirty water that the blue witch poured on my head: "I didn't beat her!"

The blue witch obviously didn't believe it, her face was dark, and she retorted: "There was a madness in the street and out of the street, saying that the girl was beaten so that her mother didn't recognize her. You are still quibbling here!

"There is still a rumor that it was made by the Yan Xiu faction in the street!"

"Huh, since you haven't been beaten, why don't you show up, even the pastor and the doctor?"

"If you don't want face, you can actually see it." When I thought of the graffiti on the girl's face, I laughed.

Seeing me laugh out loud, the Blue Witch was more convinced of her guess: "I said I didn't beat her, you see how treacherous you are laughing!"

"Laughing means beating her?" Shaking my head, I said helplessly: "Your brain circuit...well, don't guess, I really didn't beat her, just graffiti on her face."

"Graffiti?" The blue witch blinked suspiciously.

"Yeah" I raised my chin, and I motioned her to look at the bag on the table.

The blue witch opened the bag, and a paintbrush and a bottle of ink were exposed.

Suspiciously, the blue witch unscrewed the ink bottle and sniffed, then she was startled, and then looked at me with contempt.

I immediately became unhappy: "What is your look in your eyes?"

"This potion will take more than a week to fade."

"Oh? You know?"

"Of course I know," said the blue witch: "I used this thing to trick neighbors and children when I was a child, but I was scolded, and it is still unforgettable."

"Hahaha, you are pretty bad too."

"Humph" she screwed the bottle cap, put it back in the bag, and then came to the table to continue her lunch.

Many headless cases have similar results. If they are big and important cases, they will be sealed and filed for further investigation. As for petty cases, a scapegoat is often found, and after the tricks are made, they are quickly settled, which can be regarded as an explanation to the public.

This is not serious, but the impact is very bad. Because there is no clue and it is not worthy of vigorous investigation, it is quickly defined as a petty case by the city lord. He randomly found some strength, and the case was both Not at home, and no one made an alibi as a scapegoat, and the case was settled hastily.

The end result was that the hapless man was imprisoned for a month and fined for two weeks of labor, in order to serve as an example.

Among the unlucky ones who were sentenced, I happened to see some familiar faces. Aren't they the same group of unlucky gangsters who harassed me?

Seeing them dejected and escorted away by soldiers, I couldn't feel any sympathy.

The main reason is that these people's behavior is really bad, and they have caused a lot of loss to me-two gold coins are gone!

I was distressed by the few hundred gold coins left in the bag.

Such things as rights are very effective under certain circumstances.

The aristocratic youth did not lie to me. His father really enjoys special privileges in this town. Basically, he can sit on an equal footing with the lord of the city. Otherwise, it is impossible to force the lord to cancel the investigation after just one day. Order, and found a group of scapegoats to commit the crime.

However, there is still the same sentence, the right thing can only be effective under certain circumstances, and it will not be so effective when certain circumstances occur-although a scapegoat is found, the city lord still visits his house of the noble youth late at night and warns his father , Don't make trouble with the moth anymore, otherwise once the high-level guard of the oath is angered, even the city lord of him will not be able to keep their home.

The above are all whispers. The reason why I can detect and hear is because I am acting as a "Gentleman on Liang".

After listening to the dialogue, I flipped down from the roof and sneaked into the room of the noble youth.

The maid was lying on the table and sleeping quietly-sorry, I was wrong, she was lying on the table, quietly falling asleep.

Yes, you guessed it right, I knocked her out again.

"Big brother, you're back!" The noble youth who had recovered a lot of injuries said with a look of excitement: "My father, what did they say?"

"Nothing." I waved my hand and said, "It's the private matter of your father and the city lord, it has nothing to do with me."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief, his body crooked, and he collapsed on the bed: "Fortunately, my father did not break his promise, otherwise I would have no face to face you, brother."

"Even if your father broke his promise, you still have no face to see me" I said lightly.

He touched the band-aid on his face, very distressed.

Although there is a priest who can heal facial scratches, there is still a chance that it will cause some faint scars on the face.

In order to ensure that no scars are left, the parents of the aristocratic youth have spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of band-aids with magical effects from a certain doctor. It is said that after putting on this thing, the wound will heal without scabs. We guarantee that you will get a translucent, bright, slippery Lost healthy skin.

I don't know if it is effective, but the exaggerated and funny appearance of the noble youth vividly imitating the tone and movements of the doctor still made me smile secretly.

"Big Brother" aristocratic youth suddenly asked: "You haven't disfigured them?"

Seeing the anxiety he asked, I shook my head and said, "The rumors are credible?"

"Well, if it is the rumors related to Big Brother, I don't believe it." As he said, he raised his head, looked at me, and said firmly, "I only believe in Big Brother!"

Nodding slightly, I pulled a chair and sat down, and said lightly: "I didn't disfigure them, I just beat them, but the effect in a short time is no different from disfigurement. Of course, if they ask the pastor for help, it should be very He will soon recover, but the girl is not so lucky."

"She was beaten harder?" the noble youth guessed.

"No, I didn't even beat her, I just wrote some words on her face."

The aristocratic youth thought about it for a while, and immediately understood what I meant, suppressing the urge to laugh, and chuckled.

After laughing for a while, he gasped and said, "Big brother, you are really bad. It takes about two weeks for that kind of ink to fade completely."

"That kind of ink...can make an immediate fading potion?" I wondered.

"Yes" the aristocratic youth said: "But the materials are quite difficult to obtain, and the price is very expensive, even our family may not be able to obtain it."

"So in other words, the punishment time must be more than half a month?"

"I'm afraid this is the case" said the noble young man. While speaking, he glanced at the injury on his arm and the slight pain on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "But this is what she deserves!"

Afterwards, his style of painting changed, his expression was melancholy, and he said, "It's just that the girl's father is not an ordinary person."

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