The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Enzo looked at Petro in amazement: "Unexpectedly, brother Petro, it is absolutely unexpected that you will be robbed? Did I hear you right? I have only been away for a few months. The gangster has developed such a good skill that even you are willing to bow down?"

"Hey! I spent money to send this group of idiots to pick you up in a hurry, and I didn't want to waste your time! You don't appreciate it, but you are still mocking me!"

Enzo shook his head again and again, feeling fussy: "Life is alive, surprises are endless, and if you live for a long time, you can see everything..."

"Shut up, please! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

"What are you two talking about! Pay the money honestly, otherwise I will make you look good!"

The robbers were gearing up, and the encirclement gradually closed. Petro was in a fit of rage when he was suddenly interrupted, and his full-bodied roar finally found a breakthrough.

"We two are talking, it's your turn to interrupt?!"

He raised his riding whip and swung it at the nearest robber.

Ten minutes later.

Enzo dragged the last of the fainted bandits into the grass beside the road, to join his unconscious companions. Petro kept wiping the blood off himself with the robber's clothes. Of course, not a single drop was his blood.

"Don't wipe it, anyway, your clothes are black, you can't tell at all."

"Can't it exist without seeing it?"

"Can't you wipe it when you go back?"

"What are you afraid of? As long as you go to the city at dawn, you won't be suspicious. There is plenty of time."

"So you let Giuliano cat stay in that crate of yours until morning?"

Enzo ignored the dawdling alchemist, jumped into the carriage and took the reins, "If you keep procrastinating, I'll go by myself."

"Oh, do you feel sorry for your young master?" Petro threw away the clothes he used as a rag, and shouted angrily.

"drive!"

Dust rose from under the wagon wheels.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

The carriage had already driven a certain distance, and Petro had to run wildly to catch up with it, and jumped into the driver's seat in a panic, almost knocking off his mask. He straightened the beak mask and kicked Enzo, who returned an elbow without thinking.

"You really are leaving!"

"I always walk the talk."

Petro's face contorted beneath the mask. But he quickly found an excellent means of counterattack.

He leaned close to Enzo's ear and lowered his voice so as not to be heard by the party behind him in the box. "Have you slept with the young master?"

Enzo snorted, noncommittal.

"Oh, you're silent, and silence means yes. Tsk tsk tsk, Enzo, Enzo, it's exactly as I expected. If you don't do this, it's not you."

"Don't make me sound like a **** maniac."

"Don't you?" Petro said with the exaggerated tone of a stage actor. "You—Enzo of Vanessa—the greatest hobby in your life is going to brothels. Now you are with such a handsome and lovely young master. It’s been several months, and he’s been wiped out before long.”

Enzo slowly turned his neck and looked at the alchemist with disbelief.

"When did my biggest hobby become 'going around brothels'?!"

"Do you have any other hobbies?"

"I..." Enzo was at a loss for words for a moment. He thought about it carefully, and found that he really didn't seem to have any hobbies worthy of praise.

"I don't go to whorehouses because I like to go. That's kind of a job. Are you a reticent because you like to kill?"

Petro looked at his companion strangely. "Of course. How interesting it is to watch a living person turn into a corpse."

Enzo held his forehead. "God, why am I telling this pervert like you..."

"You still have the nerve to call me? Enzo, who loves to visit brothels, actually thinks that Petro, who loves his job and works hard, is a pervert. This year I will live by pointing at this joke."

"I don't 'love' going to brothels! I'm a healthy, normal adult male who needs to meet his physical needs. Where else can I go if I don't go to a brothel? Is there something wrong with that?"

"Wow, it sounds so true. May I ask which 'Duchess' in Mrs. Manlei's 'Flower Spring' has never spent a good night with you? And which 'His Royal Highness' has never bowed down under your leather boots ?”

"That, that is..." Enzo frowned, trying hard to think about the words of rebuttal, "I think what you said is completely wrong, but why can't you say a word of rebuttal..."

Petro looked at him with pity: "Because it's true, man."

"The truth is damn."

"Do you know what a 'fact' is? It is something you don't want to hear or see, but it does exist. Oh, it's like the blood on the black clothes. I understand, you just like to pretend to be blind, since you can If you ignore the blood, you must be able to ignore other facts as well."

Enzo opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. He, Enzo of Vanessa, the all-powerful mute, was actually rendered speechless by his old acquaintance and colleague for many years. He began to seriously consider the possibility of killing Petro and silence him.

"I'm not...not the kind of person you said."

"Hey, it's useless to tell me, go and explain to your beloved young master. When you get to Mrs. Manlei's shop, wow, it must be a good show, and I can't wait to see it soon! The tragedies and comedies staged at the Vanessa Grand Opera House are nothing compared to your magnificent love life."

"How can I have a love life! You are enough!"

Not only did the alchemist not stop, but he talked even more happily to himself. "Thinking about it this way, it's fortunate that I've been wearing a mask, otherwise you wouldn't even let me go when you saw my handsome face." As he spoke, he began to sing in an aria, "Ah! Vanessa's Enzo! The mysterious messenger of death, the amorous and silent gentleman, who lived among thousands of flowers..."

"drive!!"

The carriage drove away.

Petro babbled all the way, and Enzo just hurried on his way, finally avenging Enzo's joke.

They were unhindered at the gate of Vanessa. The guards on duty were busy dozing off, and the carriages transporting moonshine amaranth were commonplace, so they checked the boxes on the top floor casually and let them pass. After entering the city, they didn't go to "Fragrant Soup", but went straight to "Flower Spring", a brothel run by Mrs. Manley.

As the most famous venue in Vanessa, the "Flowers Spring" sings and sings every night, and there is an endless stream of guests welcoming and sending them off. Sometimes the carriages waiting at the door can be lined up two streets away, covered in bright red and orange. The satin alchemy light ball stays on all night, reflecting the charming flavor of the whole building, together with the expensive spices from exotic places and the fragrant powder, it constitutes a mixed view of the Vanessa city-state.

Enzo's carriage could only be parked some distance away from the "Spring of Flowers". After releasing Giuliano from the box, they walked to the brothel. In the early hours of the morning, the entire city-state sleeps peacefully in the thin mist, exhaling silent and colorful dreams, but the "Flower Spring" is still bustling with noise, and the high-pitched laughter of men and women embellishes the dark red sky. It's no different from the last time Giuliano visited, full of beautifully dressed women. Although he is already a human being, he has seen everything he should have seen and should not have seen, but he still feels very shy in the face of those white bodies. He couldn't help approaching Enzo, pulling on the other's sleeve, with his head lowered, staring at his toes, just following Enzo forward. Petro, on the other hand, looked around recklessly, greeting and whistling to those women who were posing.

"Tsk tsk, now I know why you like to go to brothels, it's so eye-catching! I'm satisfied just by looking at it." Petro murmured, staring at a beautiful woman's chest.

"Who likes going to brothels!" Enzo growled.

"It's you." Petro insisted.

Enzo pulled the beak mask off his face and threw it at the alchemist. "Believe it or not, I stuck a bird's beak down your throat and you can't speak for the rest of your life!"

"Wow, you are so annoying! I treat you as a brother, but you want to stick that thing down my throat..."

"shut up!"

Enzo made a gesture to pinch Petro's neck, and the alchemist laughed wildly and hid behind a beautiful woman. The beauty giggled, put her arms around Petro, and said coquettishly, "The sharp mouth on your mask is really majestic. I don't know what the 'sharp mouth' is like underneath? I'm so lonely tonight, come and play with me."

The alchemist's eyes were straightened, and just about to agree, a man with dyed green hair and a powdery body walked out of the gate, interrupting his luck.

"Oh my god, isn't this Your Excellency Enzo! You haven't been here for a long time, and I thought you would leave Vanessa and never come back again!" He greeted Enzo with a smile, and introduced him into the brothel very graciously, " Girls and boys miss you, cry for you every night! Do you want to...?"

He blinked tactfully, turned to Petro and Giuliano, and bowed deeply: "The two must be friends of Your Excellency Enzo! It is a great honor to welcome you here. Below is Jia Ou, the steward of the 'Flower Spring' , if you two have any needs, just tell me, no matter what kind of hobbies you have, what type you like, we can satisfy you here."

He winked at the beautiful woman who was hugging Petro, and the beautiful woman immediately embraced the alchemist. "He can play with anything, do you like it..." She whispered in Petro's ear. The alchemist's eyes were blank, not knowing what kind of blurred fantasy he was indulging in.

"I like it! Of course I like it!"

"Then hurry up and tell others..."

Enzo coughed. Petro was shocked and glared at the assassin: "What are you doing? You have a sore throat? Do you want to take medicine?"

The beauty smiled and said: "Don't be angry, there are so many sisters, let him pick one, and he won't have time to bother with you!" She made a gesture to the surroundings, and immediately a group of beauties surrounded Enzuo, encircling Enzuo , even Giuliano could not escape. The soft and plump chest rubbed against his arm, and the gorgeous and hot red lips made a cute laugh in his ear. Giuliano flung one hand away in a panic, and immediately took the other.

"This little brother is so face-to-face. Seeing how handsome you are, I'll give you a discount today."

"Do you like mature older sisters, or Shui Ling younger sisters?"

"Oh, I'm blushing, so cute, let my sister love you well."

Giuliano was at a loss, feeling like a boat in a storm, life and death were all in the hands of these laughing women. He struggled to squeeze away a bunch of beautiful arms and beautiful legs, came to Enzo's side, and grabbed his wrist, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw. An ordinary man (such as Petro) must be happy to go to heaven, but he would rather fight a group of spider monsters for 300 rounds than deal with these beauties!

Enzo pulled him to his side and cleared his throat again. Jia Ao waved his hand, and said to the group of beauties in a reprimanding tone: "It's gone, what kind of eyesight do you all have, can't you see what people like! No wonder you can't attract guests!" He turned to Enzo, his face once again Full of smiles, "I offended you, don't be as knowledgeable as them."

"I'm not here for fun today. Is Mrs. Manley here?"

"What a coincidence, Ma'am is not here tonight. But she has ordered that as long as you come, she will entertain you. Would you like me to prepare a secluded room for you?"

Enzo nodded: "Then we'll wait for her."

Petro said: "You go and wait for that old demon ... that noble lady, I am going to spend the night with this lady!" He sighed with half joy and half regret, "It's a pity I can't see you The big drama..."

"What a big show! Get lost!"

Enzo threw the beak mask at the alchemist. Petro put his arms around the beauty, turned around lightly, and avoided the "hidden weapon" thrown by Enzo. The beauty took the alchemist's hand and went upstairs. Enzo gave him a blank look and decided not to pay any attention to him.

"Jiaou, is there a young man named Antoine here today, saying he is looking for me? He is about this tall, carries a sword, and speaks with a Raulan accent."

The steward gave a perplexed "hmm": "It is true that a gentleman came to see you, but his name is not Antoine, and his accent does not sound like a Lorjan."

Enzo was startled: "Who is that?"

Jiaou looked embarrassed, as if the guest made him feel very troublesome. "He's in the hall inside, he... well, anyway, you'll know it when you see it."

The steward led Giuliano and Enzo into a hall in the brothel. The strong scent of incense drilled into Giuliano's nostrils, making him feel hot all over his body. Maybe there is some aphrodisiac ingredient in the incense of the brothel, otherwise how to attract customers? The hall was surrounded by exotic couches, many guests were reclining on the couches, and each of them was accompanied by two or three prostitutes. There is a space in the center of the hall, which is probably used as a stage. It is said that there are special dancers in the brothel, with enchanting figure and outstanding appearance, who perform obscene and **** dances every night to please the guests. There was no dancing on the stage now, but a man in white sat in a corner, strumming a harp. He played vulgar tunes, the melody was quick and cheerful, and the guests and prostitutes beside him clapped their hands in sync with the rhythm, making the atmosphere in the hall not like a luxurious brothel, but more like a tavern.

"It's that gentleman." Jia Ou reported to Enzuo with trepidation, "At first I asked some girls to accompany him, but he didn't want it. He insisted on playing the piano, and he couldn't stop him..."

Enzo and Giuliano stared at the man dumbfounded. They were familiar with his frost-white hair and spotless white clothes, and the smooth gestures with which he plucked the strings.

"Why him? Why is he here!"

The man playing the piano pressed the strings to stop the song. The person next to him yelled in dissatisfaction: "Why don't you play it!"

The man ignored them, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, straightened his long hair, and got up and walked towards Enzo and Giuliano.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again here, what a coincidence."

The bard Lei Xi said with an inscrutable smile.