Chapter 600: The Strong Person

A true strong person?

Upon hearing the burnt man's words, the middle-aged man naturally thought of the Water Bottle Director in the morning, then nodded and admitted:

"There is indeed one, but he has already left. It is estimated that he will not return in a short time, and he will not join us."

"Tsk..."

Upon hearing this boring answer, the burnt man couldn't help but tsk in disappointment, then turned around and wanted to leave, but was called by the middle-aged man.

"Tiger, how is the situation at the Lauser Arcade?"

"Ah? What's how?"

"Of course it's how the fire is burning!"

Looking at the burnt man who was quite perfunctory and somewhat indifferent to him, the middle-aged man frowned and asked seriously:

"Didn't I ask you to set fire to the Lauser Arcade to force the people in the rich area to put pressure on the Secret Investigation Bureau, so that the secret police would be led to patrol there? How did you do?"

"This, I did it, I did it!"

The burnt man said impatiently:

"I went out at night and burned some garbage stations and traffic posts, and stared at the houses of some big businessmen and nobles, burned their gardens and carriage sheds, and sneaked into several small noble houses without guards to set fire. It's about enough."

"Not about enough, it must be!"

Looking at this subordinate who had become more and more difficult to control recently, the middle-aged man frowned:

"After Barton died, there are no longer our people in the high-level of the Secret Investigation Bureau. Now we have no way of knowing the actions of those secret police, so we must be extra careful and lead the secret police away before we can act! You like this..."

"Got it, got it, then I'll go set fire again!"

After responding impatiently, the burnt man, who failed to find the "tiger," was too lazy to pay attention to the middle-aged man who was full of the smell of the weak, and turned and left in disappointment.

And the middle-aged man sighed, then looked up towards the northwest of the valley, looked at the "7"-shaped steel giant tower, and then shook his head slightly, collecting the anger in his eyes.

Forget it, it's not necessary.

After losing three people in a row, he is currently in need of manpower, so it is not the time to care about such a reckless person. After all, if this operation fails again, there won't be much time left for himself and the Kingdom...

"Woof! Woof woof!"

(Pain! So painful!)

"Woof woof woof!"

(@#￥% dog language swear words)

"Woof woo? Woof woof woo? Woof woof woof!"

(What are you doing? Suddenly pulling so much hair from my butt? It hurts so much!)

Looking at Youha, who kept appearing on the lamp wall of the street lamp, the puddles on the ground, and the glass of the shops on the side of the road, barking at him with grievances, Leon could only give it a heartfelt look of apology.

Sorry, sorry.

Mainly because he didn't know what was going on with that watch, and he was worried that giving him his hair would reveal his identity, or it would be an ability like positioning or control.

And because the mirror world is an illusory reflection, it can avoid these things, and he couldn't get other people's hair in his haste, so he could only pull the dog hair of the same color from its butt. Sorry, really sorry, I really had no choice. I won't do this next time, and after this period passes, I will definitely compensate you well!

"Woof woof woo..."

(You'd better keep your word...)

I will! I definitely will!

"Little Bakins..."

After waiting for a long time without hearing Leon speak, not knowing that he was apologizing to the dog for a handful of butt hair, the fat uncle walking in front sighed and comforted him gently:

"Don't be too disappointed. It's nothing not to have that kind of magical ability."

"Old Bakins didn't have any ability back then, but didn't he carry me out of the trench full of dead people while braving the shooting of more than 300 nail guns?"

"So don't worry! Even without that kind of magical power, as long as we are brave enough and lucky enough, we can still do many things!"

So... the reason why you take such good care of "me" is because Old Bakins saved your life?

Hearing the fat uncle's words, Leon, who was walking behind him, flashed a look of realization in his eyes.

After glancing at the two rather terrifying scars under the collar of his neck, Leon pondered for a while, wanting to add more information, and then said softly:

"Uncle Owen... tell me about the past!"

?!

You hated listening to these things before, why now...

Hearing this request that had never happened before, the fat uncle was startled, turned his head and looked at him in surprise, feeling that there seemed to be something different about this child.

But looking at "Little Bakins," who was quite disappointed, and thinking of the scene of falling from hope to extreme disappointment, he sighed and let go of the strange feeling in his heart.

Yes, clearly having talent, but just missing a little bit, and missing another life, it would be strange if this child didn't have any changes...

"That's fine, I'll tell you!"

After smiling kindly at Leon, recalling the years when he and Old Bakins fought for the country, the fat uncle felt a surge of excitement in his heart, wanting to tell all those days.

It can comfort the disappointed Little Bakins, and also let this child who has always hated Old Bakins understand that his father is actually not so hopeless. Before that stinky drunkard rotted in the wine vat, he was once a tough hero!

But...

Looking at Little Bakins' thin body and the bruises left by the stick on his arms, the fat uncle fell silent again, and a deep confusion appeared in his honest round eyes.

What does the glorious past of himself and Old Bakins mean to this child?

The family lost its strong labor force, the military's allowance was often in arrears, and the child's mother had to live frugally and work hard from early morning until late at night, so her body completely collapsed. In the year before she died, she was tortured by liver disease and screamed in pain day and night.

And Old Bakins also fell into a serious illness because of the injuries in the war. Without alcohol to numb him, he couldn't even sleep from the pain. After spending all his money, he could only watch his wife die of illness, and then completely collapsed, becoming a rotten person who abused his son and even grabbed Little Bakins' money to buy alcohol.

I remember that before the war started, Old Bakins' family was so happy. Little Bakins had a reliable father and a gentle mother. The past that he and Old Bakins were proud of was the beginning of this poor child's fall from heaven to hell...

"..."

After understanding why the Little Bakins of the past hated hearing about the past, the fat uncle's back hunched unconsciously, and his expression quickly fell.

"Actually... it's just some... some things from the past. The past is the past, hmm..."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, but it doesn't matter if you don't listen to these. Let's go get your money back quickly. It will be troublesome if Old Bakins is released early."

"Uncle Owen, tell me anyway."

"If you insist on listening..."

After responding vaguely, the fat uncle, whose voice was a bit suppressed, quickened his pace, and said gently while walking forward:

"Come to my house for dinner tonight. I'll tell you then, okay?"

(End of chapter)