Cosma Empire

Mr. Kesma looked at his eldest son following Du Lin's words, and there was a hint of confusion and worry in his eyes. To be honest, he felt that Durin's career in Tenell City was very dangerous, otherwise he would not need to send two pistols back at this time to defend his family. Hands on with his family.

Mr. Kesma can read and write, but he has no higher education, but these years of life experience and experience have told him one thing, that is, when you plan to punch someone, others may also consider whether to punch you punch.

He hopes that his children can grow up safely, normally and healthily, and then form a family that may not be harmonious or happy, but absolutely flat and warm, give birth to one or two or many children, and live a happy life despite being ordinary , even if the life is not rich.

Du Lin is destroying his wish, but he also knows that calling a timeout at this time is tantamount to putting his head under the guillotine, waiting for the last second to come. Mr. Kesma is a very good farmer and a fairly good hunter. He knows that when the hunter is still the hunter, the prey will still be the prey. But if the hunter loses his identity and the heart of hunting, the hunter will become the prey, and the prey will become the hunter.

This is a road that never stops and can never turn back. Either be an excellent hunter who will become even better and kill all the carnivores nearby, or change your role and be hunted by more hunters. Get out of the danger zone as much as possible.

Mr. Kesma is a rigid person, a stubborn person, and a person with a "dictatorial" spirit, so he loves to become a failed hunter in the mouth of his prey, and he is unwilling to become a stupid prey in the hands of a hunter.

"Have you ever hurt someone's family?" Mr Cosma asked.

Du Lin really wanted to lie, and wanted to say no, but Mr. Kesma's rigid education still had a great impact on him, he hesitated, nodded, "Yes father, I once hurt a guy's wife , skinned her and stuck her on a pole. And sent a group of families who lied to me and caused me great trouble to hell."

Mr. Kesma did not rage like Dulin imagined, nor did he get angry because of it. He gave Dulin the feeling at this time, like a wise old man, quiet and peaceful.

"I didn't see the slightest remorse on your face, nor did I see your fear. Is that woman who was skinned by you a Guart?" Du Lin nodded, and Mr. Kesma actually showed a pale look. With an almost indistinguishable smile, "If you are a Guarte, then I will not blame you, because everyone who betrays the blood of King Audrero must pay the price for his actions and must be judged. "

"Did that family cheat you, cause you a lot of losses, or get you into any trouble? Are they Guarts?" Du Lin nodded first, then shook his head, Kesma But Mr. was able to understand it very quickly, he patted Mason on the shoulder, "Go and clean up, get out of town with this bastard tomorrow!"

Du Lin was really surprised that Mr. Kesma could interpret and understand the information he needed with his unique wisdom and methods. At the same time, he could feel the deep love Mr. Kesma had for him, Mason and the whole family. A deep sense of responsibility and love, which he has never felt before.

Mr. Kesma agreed to let Mason leave here and go to Tenel with Doolin not because Doolin is now rich and can let the eldest son eat and drink spicy food, but because Doolin is facing danger and he needs a person who can live in the city. The person who helped him behind him so that he could charge forward wholeheartedly. This person cannot be a stranger, cannot be a friend, cannot be a brother with a good relationship, but can only be a relative, a relative who is connected to each other by blood and can completely trust each other.

At the same time, this is also protecting Mason himself and every member of the Kesma family.

Mr. Kesma is a farmer, but he has his own understanding and wisdom. He knows that only when Du Lin continues to grow stronger can his family gain real security. Instead of expecting others to put down their butcher knives, it is better to send them all to hell before they raise their knives!

After pinching Mason's neck, Mr. Kesma suddenly felt a burst of fatigue. He shook his hands and drove the two bastards out of his "palace". Looking at the small wooden box on the bed, he simply tidied it up, and then put the small wooden box containing the pistol in his secret treasure house, the "treasure house" known to everyone!

The atmosphere of the dinner was a bit strange, under Mr. Kesma's expressionless and majestic cold face, the violent and violent emotions were suppressed. The children already knew that Mason would go to the metropolis with Du Lin tomorrow, which made the children who had never left the town feel an unprecedented temptation.

There is no one who does not yearn for freedom, and no one does not yearn for freedom, especially when those around him have already obtained freedom first!

The children made eye contact and kicked under the table. Mrs. Kesma glared at Mr. Kesma complainingly, but the latter pretended not to see it.

Finally, after a long wait for the family to reunite, all the atmosphere was ruined by Mr. Kesma's expressionless face.

Enough is enough!

The dinner is very simple, and the ingredients are all from the farm and a small ranch with only two cows, four sheep, a dozen geese, and twenty or thirty chickens... I almost forgot, and there is one that is too old to run, only An old dog who can watch his offspring running on the grassland, and its "family"!

After eating a dinner that was so familiar that everyone began to miss it, and talking about anecdotes about the city, the atmosphere finally started to heat up. Under the envious and expectant eyes of the brothers and sisters, the sumptuous dinner came to an end.

Mrs. Kesma cleared the table and left the restaurant with the children one by one. She faintly felt that the father and son Du Lin and Mr. Kesma had something to say.

The frozen atmosphere was as if the air had become tangible and qualitative, and it was impossible to move it. After a long while, Du Lin pursed his lips and took out the money in his pocket.

In addition to the one thousand yuan given to Mr. Kesma before, there are five thousand yuan here, all of which are fifty yuan bills, a total of one hundred.

"What's the use of this money?" Mr. Kesma didn't go to pick it up, nor did he put it up directly. Instead, he asked such a question.

Du Lin nodded, "I need to ask you to do me a favor!"