Cosma Empire

"I don't think it's right." Gedor fidgeted and walked around the room. He rubbed his eyes, not knowing why his eyelids kept twitching. He has been thinking about a question, where did Corder and Ken go. He had mobilized all his strength to search for them wherever he could, but they disappeared without a sound, as if they had disappeared.

He obeyed Prondo's arrangement and found three unsatisfactory guys from the bottom of the gang, promising that once they came out, he would promote them to captain and give them a sum of money. He also beat the three of them to their inhuman shapes according to Prondo's request. So far, no bad news has come. He and Prondo are in the same group. If he wants to be unlucky, Prondo will definitely not be able to escape. Without his cooperation, it is impossible for Gedor to get away with three specious people.

But the problem is, he always feels that something is wrong, but he can't think of so many things in his mind, so he can only become more and more irritable.

He wanted to ask Wood, but thinking of what Prondo had said to him in private, he denied the idea. Wood has been "eliminated". In fact, he has been eliminated since he couldn't solve this matter well. It is impossible for those people behind him to support a person who can't even do such a small thing. Those big shots need useful tools, not tools to annoy God themselves.

For so many years, Godor has been able to get to where he is today, in addition to his own efforts, and the appreciation of the boss above.

At that time, he was just the lowest-level member of the gang, and several young teenagers parked for the big shots outside the theater, watched the cars and washed the horses.

It was a rainy day, a big man came out of the carriage, and a servant opened a black umbrella for him, completely covering his face. He only saw the exquisite suit on the other party, the shiny leather boots under his feet, and the white scarf hanging around his neck.

The big man stepped on a pool of stagnant water when he got off the carriage, and the muddy sewage left some stains on his exquisite and high-end leather boots. Just when no one else knew what to do, Gedor had an idea. He crawled under the feet of that big man, braving the rain, lowering his head, and wiped the other's leather boots with his sleeves. When he raised his head, there was only a slightly hoarse voice asking him - what's your name.

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, revealed a smile that he thought was the most perfect, and returned to him—Gedor, my name is Gedor!

The big man walked straight into the theater with his astonished expression, as if this was just a boring time in his life journey that was not worth bothering to keep in his mind. Facing the strange eyes of his companions, Gedor just walked back to the eaves at the entrance of the theater from the heavy rain, silently waiting for his next opportunity.

On the ninth day, a guy in a trench coat and top hat approached him and asked him a question.

"Do you dare to kill?"

Gedor nodded vigorously, "Dare, stab here with a knife, and you will die!" He stretched out his finger and nodded on his chest, and the man handed him a note with two names on it, and an address and time.

Gedor, who was only thirteen years old, stole the only very worn kitchen knife that could be used for cutting vegetables at home, and sharpened the knife all night by the well behind the house alone. The next day he didn't rest, he went directly to the location on the note, and then quietly waited for the two people who changed his destiny.

From that day on, Gedor had a backer, and only then did he achieve what he is today.

He is not a person who is good at using his brain, but he is definitely the best knife for those big people. His boss told him that if there is no accident, he will support Gedor to become the chief of the Tener District Police Department in the election two years later, but before that, he must let himself wash the dirty things on himself,

Then choose a successor who is also obedient and easy to use.

He's not good at using his brain, so most of the time all he needs to do is follow orders and follow through. After thinking about it, he decided to ask the boss for his opinion.

The unremarkable car slowly stopped in an alleyway. Just when two patrolmen were about to come over and tell the driver that parking was not allowed here, they saw the sign on the car, and very wisely chose to keep silent and walk away silently.

Gedor crossed the alley, walked two streets, walked to a house not far from the city hall, and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a butler with gray and slightly curly hair, wearing a very decent tuxedo and a bow tie. He looked up and down Gedor, who raised the brim of his hat, frowned slightly, and closed the door. He waited for about three minutes, and the butler opened the door again, but this time the butler stood slightly back, giving way to the entrance.

When Godor entered this humble house, he took off his hat, carefully held it in his arms, and followed the housekeeper to the garden behind the house. An old man dressed like a farmer with eyes was holding scissors, pouted his buttocks, and carefully leaned in front of a flowerpot, and cut off a branch with the scissors in his hand. Neither the housekeeper nor Gedor spoke, let alone made any sound. They just stood by the edge of the garden, quietly watching the old man like a farmer work for nearly an hour before he put down the scissors. .

"What's going on?" The old man took off his mud-stained gloves and washed his hands in a basin in the shape of twin goddesses. "You know, you shouldn't come here."

The slightly hoarse voice was the same as that night many years ago. Gedor unknowingly lowered his head, closed his chest, and bent his waist, with humility in his tone, "There are some things I don't quite understand, come on. I ask you."

The old man didn't have much smile on his face. A character like him shouldn't have met Gedor. If Gedor hadn't helped him cut off many people who shouldn't exist, he wouldn't have been so easy. It has the status it has today. He tilted his head and looked at Gedor, "I'll listen to you." As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shoulders and walked towards the wooden door. Gedor quickly stepped aside and followed.

He described everything that happened in the past few days in detail, detailing everything. The old man, who had taken off his jumpsuit, was changing his clothes. His movements suddenly stopped, and he slapped Godor on the face with his backhand, which could be heard throughout the house. There were some small footsteps on the second floor, the old man's face softened slightly, and he walked towards the study, "Get out of here!"