Hotel on the mountain

In the White City, in the carriage, Obsward's face was ugly. His already sharp chin was now like a dripping funnel, with two drops of cold sweat coming down from time to time, even the tip of his tall nose. A drop of sweat was also gathered to deepen the expression of the fear and worry in his heart at this time.

"Obswold, don't worry." Polanyi, who had golden hair, said, "Everything has been arranged."

"Can you speak? What's the arrangement?!" Obsward took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his cheek, then wiped it on his forehead covered by a few strands of bangs, "Do you know, Sander kills people by turning them into ashes! "

His hands and feet were trembling, resting on the car door, but he didn't dare to open the door and get out.

Their carriage was parked on the avenue outside the Hill family mansion, and the cloudy evening wind made the gardens and trees on both sides of the mansion's entrance rustle. The cars of gang bosses from various regions were neatly parked on both sides of the road - this was another "Sander Thank You Banquet" after the tribute.

"I've warned you before." Thorad said coldly, "You are the one they pushed out to be the guest of death."

"Well, yes. He reminded me." Polanyi nodded sincerely. This caused Obsward to look at him twice and look away in disgust as if he were looking at an idiot. Polanyi continued: "Isn't it okay? You said it yourself, and Jetro has already written back to tell you not to worry."

"But I haven't heard any news about 'Sander unexpectedly received a huge sum of money'! Do you know? After I paid the money, more and more people from other regions told me—— How much did they pay!" Obsward almost yelled, "Especially that fool in the Black Harbor District! Tell me! Daisen gave him 500,000 and asked him to increase the tribute to 2 million!

They talked to me like I was talking to a dead person! They want to kill me! "

At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside the carriage. Obsward squeezed his face against the window and saw a short man with only a few strands of white hair standing on the edge of the road, smoking a pipe and talking to him. He smiled weirdly - that was Daisen. Rumor has it that he was a tall and strong fighter when he was young, but now he is only about 1.55 meters tall. So he likes people to call him "Big" Haisen, and doesn't like people to mention the words "short" or "short" or "small" in front of him.

His face was covered with scars, and he showed big golden teeth when he smiled. Obsward tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and smiled kindly at him.

"Obswold! Time's up!" After taking a puff of cigarette, Haisen shouted in a group of bodyguards who were about the same height as him - because it was difficult to find male bodyguards about the same height as him, so He is surrounded by female bodyguards.

In the carriage, Thorad said: "Go ahead. Don't worry, when you shout for help, I will save you. Trust me."

"Yeah, I can too." Bolanni followed.

Obsward looked at the two of them with tears in his eyes and said nothing. He patted their thighs each, opened the car door tremblingly, and stood on the ground with his height of about 1.66 meters. Facing Daesen who came towards him enthusiastically, Obsward still maintained a positive and optimistic smile.

Daisen came closer, gave him a strong hug, and smiled heartily: "Oh! I really like you, a short rooster. It's hard for gangsters to find someone as tall as you these days."

"Your Excellency Daisen, it's really an honor for me to be liked." Obsward still showed a flattering smile at this time.

They walked side by side, leading to the gate of the Hill family's mansion, and the other gang bosses followed them in. When they reached the entrance of the lobby, Dahai Sen stopped, his eyebrows squeezed together with a smile: "You go first in this step. please."

"Huh? Why?" Obsward looked at the dark lobby with only scattered candles that was about to send him down like an esophagus, and he hesitated at the threshold, not daring to step in.

"A tradition in the city of Senbai - the dead are the most important."

Daisen looked at him with a smile and smoked his pipe happily. The rising smoke illuminated the scars on his face like a disgusting devil. The devil opened his mouth and said, "Look at you, you are really self-aware." No, don’t you know that when I see you, I think of how short I am? I really want you to die quickly.”

Obsward's face turned pale with fright, but an unprecedented strong desire for revenge also surged from the bottom of his heart. He hunched his body slightly and stared at Dahai Sen. The muscles on his face were not undulating, like dark clouds suppressing the waves.

…

A four-wheel box carriage drove from the side door of Hill Mansion into the avenue sandwiched by rows of pine trees, and finally stopped steadily at the small door. The four horses were so tired that they began to breathe heavily, like It was like coming from a very far away place as fast as possible.

The car door opened, and a figure dressed as a butler jumped out of the car. He turned around and dragged a very heavy box from the carriage. He refused the servant's help and carried it up the stairs by himself, causing the wooden floor to break. Creaking sound.

After bypassing several layers of ladders, the servant's corridor led all the way to the room of a distinguished guest. After the guest opened the door, the butler opened the box, let him see the contents clearly, and handed him a piece of paper. . The guest held the paper in his hand and closed the door.

There were a lot of account books and papers in his room, which recorded the financial status of the Hill family. At a desk, Sander Hill, who had a shiny back hair and wide ears, was reading a report and smiled gently: "It seems that the business this quarter is very good. These scum have paid two million. The least, this one called Obsward, also paid 1.2 million. Look, Gilder, others dare to say that I can't manage the family well? Can my dead brothers and sisters make so much money in a quarter? But it's a pity, rules are rules." He put down the report, walked to the window, looked at the black team lined up at the door of the mansion below, and said to the guests: "Kilder, point out who is Obsward." The man called Gilder had blond hair and blue eyes, was thin, and looked like a quiet type. He walked to the window, looked down, and pointed to the entrance of the lobby: "The one in front of Dahaisen looks like it was set up."

"I don't care." Sander had long legs, and he put his hands in his pockets, looking very aristocratic, "He's going to die."

"Sander. Just now the butler said-" Gilder's voice was soft, and he spread out the paper and handed it over, "Obusward just added some money."

Sander didn't look at it, he straightened his clothes and said: "No, no, no, the game is not played like this. I only know that the deadline has expired and he paid the least."

Kilder continued to add: "Sander, you don't have any concept of money. Let me tell you this, this huge sum of money can make you have a lot of fun at the 'Pandora Conference'."

Sander stopped moving, he glanced at Gilder's slightly feminine face, and then glanced at the paper he handed over, only to see a number "12 million" written on it.

"Is this money considered my private property?" Sander asked tentatively.

Gilder smiled slightly: "Of course, your private money."

"Oh! You are so kind." Sander smiled brightly, stretched out his arms to embrace Gilder's thin body, and kissed him gently on the face. This action made the patriarch of the Hill family's expression melt, as if he was kissed himself.

If a person is afraid of death due to giving birth to offspring, then he has no choice but to choose to fall in love with the same sex.