13 Mink Street Chapter 410

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Of course, Mr. Gandillo has other choices, and his path can also be interpreted in other directions, but only this logical line can make Mrs. Gandillo feel... the most comfortable in her heart.

Of course, Karen felt that all of this made sense, and his speculation was probably correct, but he deliberately ignored some other factors and possibilities when making the statement.

He regards Mrs. Gandillo as his "client", and the essence of treatment is to relieve the pain of "clients" and make them feel more comfortable and relaxed.

I am not a detective or a judge, so there is no need to demand the perfection of the truth.

Mrs. Gandillo walked to the crystal coffin in a daze, stretched out her hand to support the edge of the crystal coffin, and murmured: "You mean, he is completely dead?"

"This is your husband, your protection."

"But I don't want this kind of protection. For me, it's more of a torture."

"It's good that your husband is a genius, but he is not a **** after all. He is just trying his best to love you."

"Hehe, maybe, I shouldn't let you talk."

"You can clearly see from your previous actions towards those under me that you are not a real apostate. You let me speak because you want to give yourself an excuse and a reason.

Because you know very well what I am speaking for, so that I and my team members can survive, don't you? "

"Karen Inmeles?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"There is a saying that is right, if my husband can see you, he should be very excited."

"Although it's a pity that we didn't see the respectable Mr. Gandylo, we have already felt each other through you, madam."

"I want to know what my husband has gone through since he left here, and how he is doing. Compared with what you said, I actually hope that he can still be alive, although I think the hope is very slim."

"I will help you find the traces of Piston after he left here. Although many years have passed and many people who could provide clues are no longer around, but... as a priest of the Cult of Kosmos, you can still make them speak."

"But, I didn't say I would let you go?" Mrs. Gandilo looked at Karen, "You just made the decision for me? Would you be too impatient?"

"I think those are minor issues."

"piece of cake?"

"Compared to whether I will be imprisoned here or whether my team members can leave safely, I am more interested in the research results that your husband stayed here.

I guess, your husband revealed the thoughts of apostate after gradually deepening the research, is that right? "

"Yes."

"It's normal. The closer you get to God, the less you believe in God's existence."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Yes, the last mad pope of the Illuminati Sect."

"My sir, I am not mad."

"I don't think he is a real apostate, but his thoughts are too high, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. When everyone thinks that the sun will cool down, people who think that the sun is warm, will become heresy.

Your husband is just an apostate of this era, but a true pious person on the path of order and belief.

I am honored to be able to walk the same path as your husband. "

"It's not fair." Mrs. Gandillo smiled. "I haven't talked to anyone here for more than a hundred years, and then I met someone who can talk like you."

"I also have an elder in my family who has been closed for more than a hundred years. It rarely communicates with people, but it is still cheerful, lively and confident. It studies what to eat, drink and play every day."

"It's cheerful."

"Yes, it is."

Karen paused, then continued: "I have a request."

"you say."

"I guessed earlier that chains of order would spread out from the ground. I want you to show me what the most special chain looks like."

"The most special chain?"

"Yes."

Mrs. Gandillo raised her hand, and a crack appeared in the crystal under her feet, and immediately, a chain exuding a simple atmosphere stretched out.

Its shape made Karen a little uncomfortable, because it was not natural, but forged the day after tomorrow.

The discomfort felt a bit like being offended, being profaned.

Karen didn't know where his emotions came from. All he could do now was to suppress these negative emotions as much as possible.

This chain is very thick. When Karen reached out to touch it, he suddenly discovered that there were purple dynamic patterns in the gap inside the chain.

He has a chain that is also stained with purple, which was "stolen" when he collided with the seal of the Throne of Order, that's all.

Karen wanted to reach out to touch the purple, but when his hand reached over, the purple disappeared again, as if deliberately avoiding himself.

The chain retracted and sank into the ground.

Karen clapped his hands, turned his head to look at Mrs. Gandylo, still wanting more.

"You really know how to eat." Mrs. Gandilo said.

Hmm, is it an allegory of her era?

Although I have never heard such a statement, it probably means that I really know how to do it.

"Ma'am, I can help you get out of here."

"You mean, you will voluntarily stab this crystal into your own head?"

"No, it won't."

"Oh, I'm still afraid of death."

Karen nodded, acquiescing.

Although he knew very well that if Mrs. Gandillo wanted to "invade" her body, then things here would be very simple.

It's just that although this lady has been saying the words "kill me and make me crazy", she hasn't taken any real action until now.

On her body, Karen saw the shadow of Pu'er.

Before that, Karen had never believed that someone could remain true to himself after being "imprisoned" for so long, and now he believed it.

"I'm doing the same research as your husband, and I can help you get your body out of here."

"It's meaningless if it's just the body."

"I can help you maintain this state, but I still need some time, so you can choose to stay here for a while, and when I can do that, I will come and arrange for you to leave."

"Why should I trust you?"

"I don't know, but I think you should agree to this plan." As Karen said, he spread his hands, and a chain of order flew out from his palm, and the mottled purple flowed on it.

Compared with the chains summoned by Mrs. Gandillo before, Karen's chains are more natural and full of vitality.

Mrs. Gandillo looked at Karen in shock: "Now I admit that you are indeed very similar to my husband."

"So I can keep my promise to you. Of course, if I can continue to enter here or send someone to enter here in the future, I should be able to shorten this process."

"Here is the result of my husband's research."

"Of course I know, but the last thing I want these studies to bury forever is you, Madam."

The "awake" here has great limitations. Such a large cost can only keep Mrs. Gandillo in the "awake" state here, and her body can't actually leave here.

As for what she said about putting the memory into the crystal, it is actually very dangerous, because she is dead and has no soul.

Also, Karen even felt that the underground crystal formation should have been tailored for Mrs. Gandiro.

All in all, everything here is not universal.

But even if it is just a point, a setting, an idea, or an inspiration, for Karen, it means a huge value that cannot be ignored.

He has always imagined that one day, he can provide input for the old Saman and Earl Recar, so that they can move more freely in this world without worrying about the end of the spiritual power dissipating.

"Can I believe you?" Mrs. Gandillo supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, revealing her plump figure.

Karen avoided looking, and said, "Now, you still have a choice."

Mrs. Gandillo changed her posture. She had lived alone for too long and was no longer used to dealing with living people. Besides, she was a dead widow, and she didn't seem to need to pay special attention to anything.

But I don't need to pay attention, but the young man in front of me cares here. For a while, Mrs. Gandillo was angry and funny.

"I don't want to be your slave."

Karen simply sat down and asked, "Is there any more of your red wine?"

Mrs. Gandillo waved her hand, and a small crystal stick flew in front of Karen.

Karen picked up the crystal wand and knocked it against the sword of Achilles beside him, like prying open a beer bottle with the edge of a table.

"boom!"

Karen picked up his own cup and poured it full of red wine. The thermos cup with ice cubes had melted a lot because the lid was not closed. Karen hesitated for a moment, spreading his palms. The power runs, condensing pieces of ice cubes, which fall into the cup.

The dual-attribute power of the ancestor Allen is really suitable. When you go out to explore, you can drink ice water while eating barbecue.

That's what you can't say to Pu'er, otherwise the cat will definitely run away in anger.

"I think this is a collaboration, you represent your husband, and I represent myself..."

"where is your family?"

"The fact is, because of some special circumstances, my family couldn't help me. Of course, before I came out, my family, especially my grandpa, had already done a lot for me.

Now, on my side, I am the person in charge. You have just seen the members of my team. They are either very talented or have a high family background. This is a small group formed by myself. I have others Some small groups…”

"You say this, do you want to use your development prospects as a bargaining chip?"

"No, I'm just introducing my basic situation to my partner. What I want to use as a bargaining chip is my 'character'."

"Character?"

"Yes, I think it's good for you to trust my character."

"But I didn't see your character. From the first time I saw you, from the first time we communicated, I could feel that the rhythm of the conversation has been controlled by you.

How dare you spend so much thought and skill on a widow who has been imprisoned for more than a hundred years? "

"This is a personal habit." Karen took a sip of red wine helplessly, "But I think you can really trust me in this regard, I am not representing my company to acquire you and your husband's business, we are negotiating Cooperation, you can be my partner."

"Karen."

"Um?"

"are you married?"

"No." Karen pointed to his face, "This is my real age."

Although my soul is much older than my body, it is still very young compared to yours, who is often over a hundred or two hundred years old.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"There is a fiancée."

"Which family?"

"The Allen family."

"Wayne's pirate family?"

"Yes."

"This family is very famous, but in your capacity, it is a bit wronged to be married to their family."

"In fact, the Allen family has completely declined now. When I first arrived in Wayne half a year ago, their entire family only had three third-level belief systems. Even the communication circle and the teleportation circle were abandoned and unable to maintain them."

"Then will your marriage contract continue to be fulfilled?"

"Of course, that was the marriage contract that my grandfather made for me when he was still sober."

"Do you feel wronged? Or are you unwilling? Or, have you ever thought that you can actually get better help? I believe that many big families in the church are willing to let you be their son-in-law, and those who are used to marry To you, the young ladies will no longer say the words of resisting political marriage and wanting to pursue individual independence and liberation.

I want you to be honest with me. "

"Tell the truth?"

"Yes, I want to hear the truth."

"No."

"No regrets or grievances?"

"No."

"Not at all."

Karen took a sip of her wine,

replied:

"Not at all, because..."

Karen smiled, took another sip, and said, "My fiancee is really beautiful, haha."

"Hehehe..."

Madame Gandillo laughed too.

When Karen stopped laughing, Mrs. Gandillo's laughter hadn't stopped. She even knelt down and continued to laugh.

Smiling and laughing, she raised her head, her eyes were sparkling, and tears were falling down.

She took a deep breath,

road:

"I asked him that too, and he didn't regret making a marriage contract with me. He said no. The reason is exactly the same as what you just said."

"I can feel his love for you, and of course, I can also feel your love for him."

Karen licked his lips, because of all kinds of impromptu events, he couldn't find time to go back to Allen Manor to visit Eunice this time.

Now, looking at the environment here, and Mrs. Gandyro in front of him, he suddenly felt that he had done something wrong.

Career is important, goals are important, and beliefs are also important, but it stands to reason that the most important person who should be mentioned when taking an oath is always habitually ranked last.

Eunice, who has been in a coma for so long, should be as lonely as Mrs. Gandillo, right?

Mrs. Gandillo said, "Deal."

Karen nodded.

"I think you should pretend to be surprised even out of the most basic respect, otherwise I will feel that I am being manipulated by you from the beginning to the end."

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't disrespect you, but in my opinion, I didn't get benefits and benefits from you. We are the next companions who will move towards a goal. From the moment you promised, it means It puts on me another responsibility."

Mrs. Gandillo clapped her hands, and immediately the audience rose to their feet and began applauding.

"Karen, it's a pity that you don't want to be an orator."

"Actually, I'm more used to chatting alone."

"You can join your team members now. According to what you said, get rid of the fishing people outside first. In addition, don't throw away the crystal rod in your hand. Next time you want to come in or arrange for your own men to come in When you take it, you can save a lot of time."

"Thank you, ma'am." Karen stood up, then stood still.

"Huh? What else do you want?"

"That's right, ma'am, I'm here to rob the grave."

"I know, I guessed it a long time ago."

"Since I have come to rob the tomb, it means that my team is not well-funded."

"Well, what then?"

"As a partner, can you inject a little capital first if conditions permit?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Mrs. Gandylo asked, pointing to her face.

"I think some things can only reflect their true value when they are in circulation. The most important thing is that I need to bring back something so that my team members know that everyone's trip was not in vain, otherwise a general It is very difficult to establish prestige if you lead your subordinates to be the captain who is in vain."

Mrs. Gandillo pointed to a small altar beside her, on which were placed ten relatively large and pure-colored formation magic stones.

"Choose two, these are the extra materials when the formation was constructed here."

"Thank you ma'am."

Karen walked forward with his backpack and put all the magic stones on it into the bag.

The price of this piece of magic stone is about 30,000 order coupons, keep two at home, and sell the rest on the black market, so the cost of this tomb robbery is not only covered but also made a lot of money.

"Ma'am, I'm leaving. It shouldn't be too long. When the conditions here are ripe, I will come to pick you up."

"Um."

Karen turned and left. Just as he stepped out of the platform, Mrs. Gandylo's voice sounded from behind:

"Well, last time, I watched my husband's back leave like this."

Alas, she is hypocritical again.

Karen stopped, turned around, looked at Mrs. Gandiro who was leaning on the crystal coffin and drinking red wine, and said:

"Ma'am, if you are willing to bear the dullness and boredom of lying in a coffin and doing nothing for a period of time, I can take you out now, but along with your crystal coffin, use it to temporarily seal the spiritual power in your body." loss."

Mrs. Gandillo immediately said: "Oh no~ www.mtlnovel.com~ That is simply torture within torture."

"But I can't bear to leave you here alone, madam, and continue to endure the unknown waiting."

Seeing that Karen was serious, Mrs. Gandyro hurriedly said:

"I'm sure you can complete your process soon and come pick me up. I happen to be here for a few more farewell concerts."

Mrs. Gandillo waved her arms, and all the audience stood together, raised their arms to put the shoulders of the people around them, and began to play with the power train, and each of them made a neat and rhythmic sound from their mouths. It's a real death concert.

"Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... woo!"

"Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... woo!"

Mrs. Gandillo raised her hand and uttered a high-pitched voice to Karen:

"Goodbye, my dear friend, I will wait for your reception in the land of crystal blooms~~~"

Chapter end