Chapter 43: Sinking Sea (10)

Eleanor did not do anything for several days after the conversation with Fa. She lived a leisurely life in advance. Occasionally, she would go to the administrator's office to chat for a few words. Sometimes she would even stay there for an entire afternoon, playing online games enthusiastically.

It seemed as if she could resign smoothly in the next second and step into a leisurely retirement life.

"Why are you always hanging around here?" Fa glanced at the sofa and told his subordinates to prepare some refreshments. "I'm not responsible for entertaining guests."

He thought about it and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you worried about your student? I heard that he has been targeted."

"Why should I waste my energy when he can solve it himself." Eleanor was completely free-range. She didn't even blink when she heard it. "Besides, the imperial capital probably doesn't plan to do anything too harsh all at once. Makisuke can handle it. Wouldn't it be strange for me to suddenly jump out?" Fa was

a little surprised. "You have considered it so comprehensively? I thought you wouldn't miss this good opportunity to cause trouble."

"...Do you have any prejudice against me?"

"No." Fa immediately put on that innocent expression, "How can you think of me like this?"

Although she said this and really had no intention of interfering, Eleanor still followed Makisuke's recent situation through comics. It

was almost the same as the punishment. Area E arranged the most detailed and arduous labor tasks for Makisuke. From time to time, small groups would jump out to bully the weak. Just like

a fixed NPC, just wait for Makisuke to start working and then trigger the plot. Eleanor thought distractedly, oh, it's still a cannon fodder script.

The Judgment Tower advocates strength first. There are not so many interests involved in ordinary areas, and the law of survival is also very simple.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say.

As long as no one is killed and the overall order of the Judgment Tower is not disturbed, the prison guards will only give a slight warning and will not punish excessively.

A new high-level awakener is only worthy of being beaten in the eyes of most people.

Unfortunately, Makisuke is not like that. When he was an ordinary person who had not awakened at the beginning, he had already attached great importance to the study of physical fitness and theoretical knowledge. Even after awakening his abilities, he never fell behind. Before

entering the source tracking, he relied on himself. He struggled in the slums for many years. Even though he later restrained his edge and learned how to show himself to others, he looked sincere and warm, but the blood color rooted in him since childhood had long been integrated into his bones, but it was just silent.

The kind of madness and ferocity that disregards everything, even oneself, in order to survive.

He is not suitable for the Judgment Tower, but this place is very suitable for him.

He can vent freely.

[Oh no... Deng Deng is so handsome that my body is warm]

[Vocal's super personality contrast (screaming) From a sunny and cheerful big boy to a seemingly gentle little madman, I don't know what surprises you have in store for me, the ever-changing little Deng]

[The little sun that usually appears to be very warm and kind actually has that kind of reckless madness hidden in his bones... Deng Deng's childhood was really miserable. I wiped my tears and drooled at the same time]

[Reminded me of the early childhood Deng! ! Oh my god, the baby who didn't trust anyone at that time would still glare at people fiercely... so cute, why is it only a few frames! ! 】

The number of bullets when Makis counterattacked was too much. Eleanor analyzed it seriously and started to think about whether to create a contrasting character.

Observer: "Forget it, be careful not to backfire."

Eleanor: "Okay... you are really boring."

Observer:?

[Did you see that! You blind thing! Who do you want to dominate? That's your brother Deng! Brother Deng! ! 】

【Hello, Brother Deng. Goodbye, Brother Deng】

【Can you please stop causing trouble? Brother Deng is very busy (bites handkerchief). Brother Deng, why don’t we just become the boss of District E? Then Brother Deng can focus on his work】

【I feel relieved if we are all having fun (】

【Brother Deng will even apologize politely after a fight... The baby looks so well behaved with his head down. You can’t tell that he just beat someone up (kisses him without hesitation)】

【Well-mannered. The teacher really taught him well】

【The teacher taught him well】

【The teacher taught him well】

【The wife taught him well】

【? What the hell got in here? As if we didn't see it? Cross out the one above! 】

The barrage was like a joke, collectively saying "Brother Deng is on top", but I didn't expect that the person behind Area E would actually be called out.

The E-area predators who heard that Makisuke was prospering didn't believe the lies of their subordinates at all. What was so difficult for a small high-ranking person to solve? They were a bunch of rubbish.

As a result, he was beaten to pieces.

But the young man's condition was not much better. His throat moved slightly to swallow the surging blood. There were broken scars around his eyes and mouth, and there were many internal injuries on his body. There was tearing pain in his breathing, as if he was going to die of suffocation in the next moment. But he smiled particularly heartily.

"After all, we are dealing with a predator, so I have to use some tricks to be fair to both of us, right?" Makisuke lowered his eyes and looked at the sharp dagger in his hand, with a faint smile in his eyes.

He thought of the key to the archive room and this dagger, and wondered whether that person wanted to warn or remind him.

"It must be humiliating to die at the hands of a high-ranking official." Makisuke held the dagger tightly, and his pupils reflected the cowardly and fearful appearance of the murderer. "But it seems that letting you live is just a blessing, because you have killed too many people."

"Don't worry about me, I will continue to manage Area E in your place, and of course I won't be executed."

Blood spurted out, turning into a haze that covered the lake blue eyes. He knelt on the ground exhausted, blood was flowing, and everything he could see was red, causing stomach discomfort. He gradually couldn't control the shaking of his hands.

He still said sorry with a trembling voice.

[Oh my God! ! Deng Deng has so many wounds on his body, all covered in blood! ! Baby, go get treatment quickly, I feel so sad TT]

[Although I feel sad...but I have to say it's really sad that you, Deng, are really suitable for battle damage (hiss)]

[On the one hand, he endured the pain and killed the evildoer, and on the other hand, he felt guilty for taking someone's life. This contradiction, mixed with pity and hatred, is like a judgment. You are really getting better and better at drawing tension, old thief]

[It's also getting more and more dull (no)

"My lord."

The subordinate of the former looter in Area E rushed over at this time. He was not stupid. Seeing this scene, he certainly knew what to do and what to say. He quickly corrected his address, adjusted his position and said, "You are injured. Please allow me to take you to the infirmary."

Makisuke wanted to wave his hand and tell the other party not to do it, but he really didn't have the strength to spare. He turned his supernatural power to treat the wounds on his body but found that it was useless. His slow brain remembered that he couldn't use his ability in the Judgment Tower. Makisuke closed his eyes, but in the end he couldn't hold on and fell to the ground and passed out. The

subordinate, who had a respectful expression, changed his expression slightly. He walked to Makisuke's side, squatted down and tested to make sure that the person was really fainted. Only then did he stop pretending to have ambitions.

He picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and without hesitation, stabbed it directly into Makisuke's heart.

He did not notice that the blood dripping from the tip of the blade had been dyed black at some point, until it completely occupied the original red.

The dagger did not cut the young man's heart.

The dark flowing substance climbed onto the young man's clothes, and soothed the unbearable wounds as if it was another kind of comfort. It diligently repaired all the wounds before disappearing.

The face of the person next to him suddenly turned very bad, and he hurriedly stepped back to leave here, but a sudden robber blocked his way, crossed his arms and asked casually: "Where are you going?"

The reality and the unfinished comic content turned again.

"You, you misunderstood." He smiled awkwardly, "I was just about to send someone to the infirmary. It would be bad if we delay any longer. And since you probably don't know the way, I won't bother you..."

"Really?" Eleanor glanced at him coldly. As she stepped forward, the shadow that climbed up blocked his mouth and nose. She said teasingly, "But I don't like others to be self-righteous. What do you say I should do?"

He was trapped in the same place, struggling desperately to find a way to survive. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch the corner of her sleeve. Physiological tears wrapped around his eye sockets, which tasted painful and bitter, and finally became the dryness that filled the desert.

Eleanor didn't even look at him, and walked past him towards Makisuke, carrying the unconscious young man on her shoulders and rushing to the infirmary.

As cold as a merciless cargo mover.

"Congratulations, you have to go to the confinement room with Makisuke." The observer was very interested and said this out of the blue, which successfully earned a speechless look from Eleanor.

"Makisuke has been looking for you before. Did he see something?" The observer said, and then felt that it was not quite reasonable, "But you have only met him a few times and have never spoken to him. How could he connect you with Dorota?"

He automatically ignored the possibility that it was Shirakawa, because the difference between the two was too great.

And with the premise of "Dorota", it would be better for Makisuke to suspect this person who suddenly appeared than to suspect others.

"Want to make a bet?"

"...On what?"

"I've got a good idea. While I can dispel Makisuke's doubts, I can also take the opportunity to gain some popularity." Eleanor stopped talking abruptly. She successfully aroused the observer's curiosity but refused to reveal anything. She smiled and said, "Just bet on whether I can do it."

"Okay, but." The observer complained in a low voice, "Can't you reveal what you're going to do?"

"Of course not, that wouldn't be a surprise."

Eleanor was not affected at all. After sending Makisuke to the infirmary, she went to the administrator's private office. As she expected, the administrator was there reviewing documents and waiting for her to come.

She pulled out a chair and sat down. After careful consideration, Fa's words were suddenly stuck by Eleanor's nonchalant behavior. His pen stopped for a moment, and soon he continued writing as if nothing had happened. "As for the reply, I'm afraid you have to go to the confinement room this time. However, it's your choice whether it's five days or five weeks."

Do you want to help Mujie take the blame?

Eleanor smiled, "It just so happens that I need a quieter environment. Five months is enough."

"I understand."

Fa knew that she could use her own abilities. Although he didn't know how Eleanor avoided the restrictions, he didn't ask much, but quietly let her go through the back door to turn off the surveillance of the confinement room.

Anyway, the confinement room is isolated, and the guards inside are all his people. As long as it is not spread out, no one will know.

And the observer finally understood what the good method she was talking about was on the day she entered the confinement cell.

There was a faint light shining into those misty blue eyes, like a silhouette of a pool at the junction of the sky and the sea, and the water color reverberated as it flowed.

The ordinary prison uniform looked high-end and comfortable on her. Her long hair brushed across her cheeks. The white-haired girl lowered her eyes to hide her emotions, reached out to touch the young man's shoulder, and showed a surprised smile on her face.

"Long time no see, are you surprised?" "

Well... the gentleman was worried about you being here alone, so he let me sneak in, but it seems that it won't be necessary?"