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"I know there are many people who want me to die. They have been waiting for a long time." Creek sat in a wheelchair and was pushed by Amy Wei as he walked slowly on the streets of Keen City while examining the pedestrians on the street. Using his special ability to search for those guys with particularly low friendliness, he casually chatted, "But I won't let them get what they want so soon. Of course I will die, but not now."

Amy Wei forced a smile, nodded, and said "Yeah."

"I know you don't believe me now. You all think I'm going to die. Let me tell you, I can really last a long time!" Crick said with a smile, but he couldn't help it as he said it. When he coughed, he covered his mouth with his hand, coughed heavily several times, and then put his hand into his pocket as if nothing had happened, but Amy Wei clearly saw a trace of scarlet in his palm.

Her body trembled, and it took a lot of effort to hold back the tears.

But Creek didn't care. He wiped his hands clean in his pocket, and then suddenly pointed at a beggar on the side of the road.

"Get him," he said quietly. "I want to talk to him."

The guards immediately surrounded him from left to right, and the beggar's expression changed drastically, and he jumped up, his movements surprisingly vigorous. He was very vigilant and had no intention of jumping over the wall. He hurriedly ran away, but after running a few steps, he was hit by a white light from behind and fell to the ground tremblingly.

Creek put down his glowing wand, coughed twice, smiled, and asked the guards to raise their hands and feet to bring this "beggar" to him.

"Weak electric shock rays only make you lose the ability to fight, but they will not make you unable to speak." He said gently, "Now, let's talk."

The beggar looked at him in panic, without any intention of talking.

Creek smiled slightly and continued: "Faith Lindell, although I have never heard of your family name and I guess you are not from a famous family, you are also a noble after all. Why do you want to be a spy?"

After saying these words, the beggar's face suddenly turned pale and full of despair.

"Why do you know?" He asked in a solemn voice, no longer remaining silent.

"Haha, secrets, everyone has their own secrets." Creek said with a smile, "Now, can you answer my question?"

Faith Lindell was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Execute me. Give me a death method that is consistent with my status as a spy."

"I can't execute a person for this matter." Creek smiled, "Why don't you come and help me? At least I will give you a job that won't insult your last name."

Faith's eyes widened, and there was a clear expression of struggle on his face, but it eventually turned into frustration.

Just when he was about to refuse, Creek said again: "I can understand by looking at your expression, but I am not a brutal person who kills people casually - Guards, send him to prison, put him in the inner room, don't let him ran away."

A guard took out the magic rope, waved his hand, and tied Faith up like a caterpillar with a rope thicker than his thumb, and then carried him toward the military camp.

The prison in Keen Territory was originally located in the Lord's Mansion. Last year, Creek moved it to the military camp. He felt that dangerous elements should be guarded by the army so that he could truly feel at ease.

"Is that person special just now?" Amy Wei asked curiously after Faith was sent away.

Crick smiled and said: "This man is not actually very powerful, but he is very talented. If he can be properly cultivated, he can definitely become a great person. He died as a spy in such an inexplicable way. It is simply... What a waste of his talent!”

(All attributes are fourteen, but his own level is only two levels of swordsman and two levels of spy... This person can steadily enter the middle class no matter which direction he chooses to train. If you can help him find someone who needs balanced abilities Career, maybe even able to enter a high level! Now that I see such a talent, how can I let it go!)

Not only that, Faith's friendliness towards him was not very low either. Although he is a spy by profession, his friendship level is also at 40. Is it because he saw many good people and good deeds in Keen Territory? Or do you think highly of yourself as a lord? And after the commotion just now, Faith's friendship level actually increased instead of falling, rising to forty-five... If this continues, as long as he spends more time, he will be able to convince this person who must have stories and difficulties hidden in his belly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Let's go and continue patrolling." He said to the guards. "I am in good spirits today. I will try to patrol the entire Keen City."

... He kept his word, even though the cost of keeping his promise was that he coughed up blood again on the way back.

When he returned to the Baron's Mansion, everyone was worried, and more than one of his subordinates came to persuade him to take good care of himself. He chuckled at this and asked, "If I take a good rest, can my condition improve or even make me recover?"

The subordinates were all mute and speechless.

Even if they want to open their eyes and tell lies, saying "you can recover as long as you take a good rest", they still have to look at who they are facing. Who is Crick Keane? That is the wise king and saint who personally created the "Thunder Pearl"! Lie to him? Who can do it?

Crick refuted everyone in one sentence, smiled, and said: "Really, you are too worried. My physical condition is indeed getting worse day by day, but it is actually a long time before I die of illness. It’s about the distance. I think if you keep worrying so much, you might scare yourself to death before I die.”

Everyone laughed bitterly, and the matter was revealed.

Two days later, Creek ran to see Faith.

Faith was no longer restrained and was locked in a strong cell. He was talking to Creek through the iron bars. There was a mid-level bard holding a wand watching next to him to ensure that he would not be able to explode. Hurt Creek.

The bard's name is Shader, and he is almost fifty years old. He was originally active in the north, but he offended powerful enemies and had to flee to the south. For the sake of safety, he asked for a job with as little publicity as possible. Crick asked him to watch the prison. After thinking about it for a while, he agreed.

The prison in Keenland is not as dirty and dark as ordinary prisons. Not only is it quite clean, the lighting conditions are also good, but most importantly, there are no cruel and horrific punishments, and there are no desperate prisoners - Crick His style is that if a person is still worth saving, he will not make the other person despair; and if he is not worth saving, then just kill him without wasting time on torture.

Xiedel, the warden, lives a good life. He reads books and sings every day. Except for rarely going to the ground to avoid being discovered by his enemies, it is generally quite nourishing. Recently, he even started writing novels, saying that he wanted to imitate the famous novelist "Shovalier von Storovsky Franz" and write something that could warm people's hearts and inspire young people to be positive. story.

In the past few days since Faith was imprisoned, Scheider had chatted with him several times. Although Faith tried hard to keep the secret, he was still told a lot in front of a bard who was good at inquiring.

This information was naturally sent to Crick's desk, and he read it carefully. It was precisely because of reading this information that Crick decided to come and have a talk with Faith now.

"What are you going to do with your relatives at home?" He said straight to the point. "If you are willing, how about I send a few people to cooperate with you and bring them to Keen to live there?"

Faith's eyes lit up, and his friendliness level immediately rose to sixty. But after thinking for a while, he sighed deeply and shook his head.

Creek frowned, wondering where he had gone wrong.

He thought for a while, but still couldn't figure it out. He couldn't help but feel a little upset, and couldn't help but cough a few more times.

Hearing his cough, Faith became even more depressed.

Then Crick understood.

"You're worried that my sister won't be able to keep her territory after I die, and your family will still be in trouble, right?"

Faith's body trembled slightly and he raised his head.

"Your worries are unnecessary." Crick smiled, "Who am I? I am Crick Keane! My name is a legend! Among the contemporary and influential figures in the world, there is no one better than me. You can count them on one hand! Don’t tell me that I won’t die so soon. Even if I die, I will leave enough means to defend my territory!”

"No matter how powerful a person is, no matter how brilliant his plan is, he is still weak in the face of death." Faith sighed and said, "You insist that you will not die soon, which means that your heart is already in chaos. ”

Creek smiled instead of getting angry. He was not afraid of Faith arguing with him, but he was afraid that the other party would not speak like a saw-mouthed gourd.

"I have always believed that 'Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.' Whether the truth is right or not, it is useless to say it with words, just use practice to prove it." He said with a smile, "I have more knowledge than you about things like illness and death. You have a lot of experience. Do you want to test your eyesight with me?”

Faith thought for a while and shook his head: "I'm not as good as you. However, everyone knows that you don't have much time left, so it's not like everyone is spreading rumors."

"You are very smart, but have you ever thought about why this kind of thing is known to everyone when it should be kept secret?"

Faith was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

After a while, his eyes gradually brightened and his face gradually gained energy.

"It seems that you have figured it out, so it is not in vain that I trust you and tell you this secret." Creek smiled, and seeing that Faith's friendliness increased a little, he asked Seidel to open the prison.

"Okay, now you go take a bath, eat and drink well, and recharge yourself. I will arrange for people to discuss the action plan with you, and make sure everything is foolproof." As he said, Creek turned and left, and as expected Behind him, Faith knelt down on one knee and swore allegiance to him.

He smiled slightly and waved his hand calmly.

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you."

After he got out of the prison, he walked for a while and then suddenly stopped. His face turned red, he covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed violently, and a lot of blood spilled from his fingers. come out.

After coughing, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and hands with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

"No wonder it took Leonardo DiCaprio twenty-three years and five attempts to finally win the Oscar. Acting is not an easy job!"

I've made up for the missing updates...