Why it never ends

Chapter 243 Slander
Tanglar once again "tsk tsk" and shook his head, "You are still too naive..."

Endai was a little annoyed: "Mercury needles are also human beings. Some people will do good things, and naturally some people will do bad things. If you encounter good deeds, you will praise them, and if you encounter them who do bad things, you will punish them. Reminder to others, don’t think that you have seen a messenger of justice when you see a mercury needle, and don’t dare to be angry when you encounter a mercury needle and do evil. Our team is not immune to mistakes, but if we make mistakes, we will check and correct ourselves , isn't it good?"

Tanglar just snorted, "Since you insist on saying that, then I'll take a step back. Even if the saints made mistakes, it's not a big mistake, it's nothing at all—"

"Why isn't it a big mistake?" Endai retorted almost immediately, "The owner of the shoe store has lost his job, and now his wife and son are scattered and ruined...is this nothing?"

"That's what he asked for. If he didn't do those scandals himself, how could he end up like this?" Danglar was quite proud of grasping this point, he stroked his beard on his upper lip, "and Boss What kind of boss is Geman? He's just a shit store manager who sells shoes. He just accidentally clings to the Duke. He really thinks he has some identity.

"This kind of snobbery who makes people look down upon you when he sees a poor person, and when he meets a distinguished guest, it is not a pity to die ten thousand times. The saint has clearly done a great deed—do you think so, Mr. Shepherd? ?”

In the distance, Calvin frowned and did not answer.

This made Tanglar suddenly feel a little embarrassed. He wanted to take this opportunity to narrow the distance between himself and Calvin, but he did not expect that the other party did not show the expected gratitude or sadness.

He coughed lightly, "Anyway, I'm really heartbroken for what happened to Mister Saint!"

"You really have a sense of justice." Victoria whispered, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, "However, there is an iron law in AHgAs, mercury targeting civilians is a felony, the behavior of the saints this time is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people It's over...I'm done eating! Excuse me."

"There is still such a rule?" Tanglar laughed dryly for a while, "It's time to change this rigid rule."

Not far away, Trisha also got up with a plate. She walked behind Tanglar and smiled softly, "Mr. Viscount should actually thank you for this iron law."

Tanglar turned his head, "...why?"

"Because, if there is not such a rule, you may have died many times, and it is... it is not the assassin's turn to do it."

Victoria and the nearby mercury needles laughed at the same time, and by the time Tanglar realized it, they had already walked away.

Tanglar cursed in a low voice, then looked at Hesta who was diagonally opposite.

"...Did Miss Eureka sleep well last night?"

"good."

Tanglar moved the chair a little, and let himself sit directly opposite Hesta. He lowered his voice, "I heard that you have been detained in Bruno City because of Ava?"

"Who told you?" As soon as the question was uttered, Hesta already answered, "Saints?"

Tanglar laughed twice, as a tacit consent.

"This is really a disaster for you," Tanglar said softly, "but fortunately, you have escaped from Ava's clutches now, and I am really happy for you to come here."

Hesta's reaction was flat: "Why, Mr. Viscount also knows Ms. Morgan?"

"Of course I do, I'm very familiar with it." Tanglar's eyes suddenly lit up, "Ava Morgan's mansion is the famous Merry Cave!"

The movement of Hesta's hands stopped, "...What are you talking about?"

"You don't know?" Tanglar said with an ambiguous expression, "Her house is full of women, and men are not even hired to clean the house... You don't know why?"

Hesta only felt a buzzing in his ears, and immediately his blood surged.

Tanglar was still complacent: "Ava is a girl who can dominate the province of Nia...you can understand this kind of thing after a little thought. She herself is old and decrepit, but she sent someone else The beds of some high-ranking officials are always okay, she herself relied on this when she was young, so she naturally knows the way—"

Hesta's face darkened: "...Ava was over 50 years old when she returned to work in the livable place, Viscount."

"Really?" Danglar blinked, "but I heard—"

A silver fork suddenly flew from the front left, almost brushed past Tanglar's nose, and then plunged obliquely into the wooden table in front of him - most of the fork tip had already sunk into the wooden table.

Tanglar opened his mouth halfway, staring in astonishment at the silver fork in front of him that almost cut off his nose.

"...My hand slipped." In the distance, Victoria looked sideways, her eyes that were always smiling were very cold at the moment.

Danglar's throat moved—he suddenly noticed that the mercury needles that had left the table just now seemed to be looking at him with the same eyes.

He moved back restrainedly.

Hesta had put away the knife and fork, and she leaned back on the chair with her eyes closed, her hands on her lap, as if taking a post-dinner nap.

Below the table, her fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

After a while, Tanglar laughed dryly again, "...It seems that Ms. Morgan has a high reputation among you?"

Hesta opened her eyes, looked down at her dinner plate, and said softly, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with this person."

Tanglar was a little relieved, and he lowered his voice, "I said yes, what kind of a good woman is this kind of old woman who arrests and locks people up without any reason... Just now I said that some people Don't protect your weaknesses, Virtue—”

Before he finished speaking, Tanglar suddenly let out a scream and fell to the ground. Something flew from the side and hit his forehead hard, knocking him to the ground.

After hitting Danglar, the thing flew straight into the air, and when it fell, Hesta caught it firmly—it was a copper apple, which was used to press sulfuric acid paper on the dining table.

Hesta gently put the apple back on the table.

Tanglar knelt on the ground, leaned on the table and straightened his waist. His forehead was bleeding profusely, and his facial features were writhing in pain.

"...Yes, who is it!!"

"Oh, my hand slipped..." Teresa covered her mouth in surprise, her expression was full of concern, "Is Mr. Viscount okay?"

"What are you doing in a daze?" Victoria looked at the housekeeper who was speechless in shock, "Why don't you hurry up and find a family doctor!"

The butler woke up like a dream, and hurried out.

Victoria had already strode up to Tanglar, she grabbed the Viscount and lifted him onto the chair.

"How should I put it, you can't eat things indiscriminately, and it's best not to talk nonsense. Sometimes people can't figure out where they didn't pay attention, and they suddenly lost their lives." Victoria looked at the person in front of her with contempt. It's my personal life experience that is not worth mentioning, and I will share it with the Viscount."

(End of this chapter)