Chapter 50
Xia Zuo: "..."
How on earth did you manage to say that so calmly?
The two men, who were full of hostility, also heard what César said and knew that the most important thing now was not the grievances between the Patrol Tower and the Federation, but the brown-haired boy in front of them whom they had been waiting for for a long time.
Jace and the man at the picket tower exchanged a glance.
Both sides were waiting for the cards to be read, so they didn't act rashly. So Jace glanced at Xia Zuo and said, "Let's go to the library. I'll tell you the truth you want to know."
The man from the patrol tower sneered, pulled out a black robe from somewhere, and wrapped himself tightly in it. He then said to Xia Zuo and Xizel, "You two better be careful. The people of the Jace family are much more cunning than us."
"As for Xia Zuo, I advise you to think carefully about which team you should stand on."
However, when Xia Zuo saw the black robe, his pupils suddenly shrank.
——That day, in the dim light of the demonic hour, it was these black-robed men who carelessly killed everyone in the Kaili family, including innocent servants and orphans.
...Except himself.
He suddenly understood what César said.
——These people noticed him from the very beginning and stared at him like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.
Killing the Kerry family was just to prevent him from falling into the hands of the Federation; preventing his execution and confronting the guards of the White Elephant District Execution Agency was just to let him go to the center of the vortex and naturally awaken a higher branch of talent along the way.
For example, divine blessing.
His previous two branches were "healing" and "purification", but only this "divine blessing" was obviously tainted with the glory of God.
The brown-haired boy lowered his eyes imperceptibly.
There was unconcealable anger in his pupils.
Picket tower, federal.
Each one of them describes himself as so righteous.
They are nothing but beasts in human form, they are all the same and extremely disgusting.
Thinking of his family again, his eyes suddenly became sore.
...Were the relatives he had never seen since he regained consciousness also killed without him knowing it?
They never abandoned him from beginning to end.
This is just a means of control used by those with ulterior motives to better "shape" him.
Xizel just glanced at the black robe calmly and then looked away.
——The guess is correct.
The only pitiful one is Xia Zuo.
I don't know what the habit of hot-blooded and unconventional comics is, they always like to make the protagonist suffer and have deep hatred.
...But this plot wasn't created by any cartoonist.
Xizel couldn't help but look at Xia Zuo with some pity.
The malice of the world is so tragic.
Comic Will: "..."
Don't slander good people with empty words! !
However, at this moment, Xia Zuo turned his head and met the gaze of his best friend.
He was stunned for a moment, seeing that the black-haired boy's eyes were extremely calm even in the face of life and death, but at this moment, without him noticing, they silently became gentle and soft.
“…”
Xia Zuo was so moved that he wanted to cry, but he forced himself to hold back his tears.
He couldn't show weakness at this time. He had to get his friend, who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, out safely.
Jace was in front, Xizel and Xia Zuo were in the middle, and the black-robed figure in the patrol tower was behind. Jace used a mechanism to open the door to the underground library, but the moment he entered, he inadvertently turned his head, his eyes not fixed on Xia Zuo, but on the huge tentacle farther away.
He tried to look away as if nothing had happened, but his gaze met that of the black-haired boy.
The emotions in those beautiful misty blue eyes were unclear. They seemed to be looking at him with a half-smile, and could easily see through all his thoughts and secrets, just like watching a clown concentrating on his performance.
A surge of anger rose in Jace's heart, but it also happened to block the inexplicable chill that came from his heart.
…
There were indeed many ancient books piled up in the library, but there were no lights installed, only some fluorescent minerals.
The black-robed man spoke again: "You haven't fallen so far that you can't even afford to install a light, have you?"
Jace: “…”
Veins bulged on his forehead as he angrily shouted, "This isn't your patrol tower! It's true that the patrol tower is growing in prominence, but the decline of the Jace family is also a fact I can't deny. But don't forget, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Besides, do you think the Eastwood Lunatic Prison will let us go?"
"Wake up! Our ancestors' plan to snipe Crest was accomplished by our two families working together!"
Xia Zuo's breathing suddenly stopped.
He didn't even bother to suppress his anger that his family might have been killed. He quickly glanced at his best friend beside him, but saw that the other person lowered his head slightly, with his long black hair loose, and the dim light in the room completely hid his expression.
He just walked calmly in the darkness, as if he heard nothing, as if nothing had anything to do with him.
But……
Xia Zuo felt a little difficulty breathing and lowered his eyes sadly.
—But he is Césaire Cleist.
Even after leaving the White Elephant District, he always used the name "Cesare" instead of his last name, but he was still Crest.
Xia Zuo clenched his teeth.
Sniper targeting the Crest family.
He was so angry that his bones almost creaked.
It seems that it was the Crest family that first built such a special prison.
Eastwood Prison for the Insane was a place everyone knew existed. It was an extremely strong prison, one that only allowed entry but not exit. Those guilty of heinous crimes would be imprisoned and guarded for life.
Without this prison, neither the federal nor the picket tower could have been built so smoothly.
——Crest's family has already gone to such a point, what have they done wrong?!
Thinking of the congenital deficiencies that Xizel had even when his body was not in the rejection state, and his thin and weak state when he first met him, Xia Zuo felt that his sanity was gradually running away from home.
He had originally thought that César was an orphan, and that his cold exterior and deep scheming were merely a disguise and a necessary means of survival. Now that he knew the truth, he felt even more sad and angry about César.
These bastards!
Instead, the black-robed man glanced at the two young men and sneered, "What? Aren't you afraid of being exposed now?"
They talked without restraint, and it was obvious that they felt that there was no way their prey could escape from their grasp.
"It's been a long time since Crest has appeared in the outside world," Jace said, dropping his disguise and revealing his true self. "After so many years, the legacy will eventually decline. The fate of the Jace family will inevitably be theirs."
As the gods sleep longer and longer, there are fewer and fewer people with talents, the spiritual energy of the world becomes weaker and weaker, and families that rely on blood ties will sooner or later decline.
Only the Patrol Tower, because it is not a family power, can be so powerful by frantically recruiting various talented people from all over the world to join.
Jace knew this was inevitable, and his ancestors knew it too, and there was nothing they could do about it. But none of them were willing to accept it.
Unfortunately, they stood on the side of the common people at the beginning, and it was not as smooth as the patrol tower in recruiting gifted people. However, relying on the fact that ordinary people are always the mainstream of the world, their ambitions were not wiped out, but became more and more surging.
——Since decline is inevitable, then open up the source, open up the source of the Supreme God!
"Shazo Freeman."
Recovering from his thoughts, Jace found the two books he wanted among the rows of books:
"That's your name."
He handed the book to Xia Zuo while observing the expressions of the two boys.
The black-haired boy was as calm as ever. He had not shown any curiosity about the book and just stood there quietly.
“…”
Jace frowned.
This César... is so weird.
The kind of strangeness that makes people feel inexplicably creepy.
But it doesn’t matter, we can’t keep him here for a moment.
Jace calmly shifted his gaze away and looked back at Xia Zuo.
Of the two thick books, one recorded the achievements and glory of the Freeman family, and the other was their family tree.
Xia Zuo turned to the last page of the family tree and found his name.
Chazelle Freeman.
The black-haired boy glanced at it and said quietly, "It's true."
Rather than something new added – or something deliberately old.
This action caused the man in black robe and Jace to look at him again, but he did not delay their business, so they turned their attention to Xia Zuo again.
In fact, this is completely unnecessary. They should just take action directly. As for letting the damned die with a clear conscience? They are not so kind.
However, the Federation and the Patrol Tower are in a stalemate now, and no one wants to act rashly. The Patrol Tower is far away from their home turf, and the Jess family is not strong enough and needs to be killed with one blow.
The trump cards they each prepared needed to lie dormant for a longer period of time, so they were willing to kill time and watch Freeman have fun.
That's all.
Xia Zuo had never felt so clear-headed before.
Just then, he heard his friend's calm voice.
"Look carefully." The black-haired boy tilted his head. "The family information is delivered to your door. Do you want to miss it?"
From those calm blue eyes, Xia Zuo only saw:
“You won’t find such detailed information anywhere else.”
This sentence.
Xia Zuo: "..."
He calmed down immediately.
The power of light was trying to pull his uncontrollable emotions back.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, and tried hard to find all the real things in the last moments.
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