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Anger, resentment, hatred.

These negative emotions are hotter than fire and colder than ice.

In the heart of old Leeson, it is like water and fire that never mix, and a violent reaction like an explosion suddenly bursts out.

He feels that his decayed and weak heart is like a spring, gathering enough power, and begins to jump wildly. Even the cold blood that the fireplace can hardly warm begins to boil again. This old and weak body seems to be rejuvenated at this moment!

However, this is just an illusion of old Leeson. The sudden excitement did not really give him the power of youth. Instead, it aggravated his lung disease and stimulated him to cough repeatedly.

The hoarse and vicissitudes of life seemed to come from the hole of the old furnace, and there were also painful roars in between. Sebastian was so scared that he hurried forward and gently patted the back of the lonely old man.

"Grandpa Leeson, are you okay?"

Watson, who was very perceptive, had already found the kettle on the table and poured a glass of water to the old man.

Old Leeson looked at the cup of water in front of him, and he looked up at the seemingly kind-hearted stranger, whose strange face was filled with a friendly smile.

However, the more he looked, the more he felt that there was a strong hypocrisy and sarcasm behind this smile!

A subtle murderous intent flashed in the depths of Old Leeson's eyes, but after all, he was no longer a young man in his prime. The years had taken away his strength and given him deep patience.

If it were a middle-aged man from another town, especially Nak, he would definitely not be able to bear the restless blood feud and anger, and even if it violated Mikalis's order, he would use the blood of this stranger to wash away the hatred in his heart!

But he was too old, his muscles were as loose as a sponge soaked in water, and his strength was so weak that he couldn't even cut down the small cherry tree in front of the door.

Even if he attacked from behind with an axe, Old Leeson was not sure that he could knock this man down in an instant.

But the heavy experiences over the years have made his mind cunning enough - maybe I, an old man, cannot compare to those young men in their prime in terms of strength, but sometimes killing a person does not require the use of force, there are other more suitable methods - cruel methods that can make the enemy beg for a quick death!!! Old Leeson made up his mind, and he turned to show a kind smile that should be unique to old people of his age, and said weakly to the enemy: "Cough - I have been feeling a little unwell recently, so I won't take you with me!" He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing violently, his shoulders shaking constantly, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, "Cough cough - Sebastian, take this gentleman upstairs first, I have to continue to rest for a while, and remember to come downstairs to remind me when you are done, I have a pot of high-quality Wei that has been stored for a long time. Shiji, it's just right to treat this gentleman who came from out of town to a good drink. "

"It's not possible for a guest to come from afar and work for an old man like me for free!"

"By the way, I don't know how to address this gentleman. The world outside has become so strange now. Cough cough cough--"

Old Lisen coughed violently as he spoke. This time he coughed so excitedly that his face turned red. A mouthful of thick phlegm flew out of his throat involuntarily, falling into the flames of the fireplace in front of him, leaving a yellow and turbid mottled mark on the red charcoal.

"Just call me John." Watson replied with a smile: "There's no rush for drinking, you take a rest first, we'll come downstairs to chat with you after we finish our work."

"Ahem - thank you for your hard work, Mr. John." Old Leeson also smiled and nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the kid from the Mikalis family in a tone like treating his own troublesome grandson: "Little Sebastian, you are really something, it's rare for guests to come to our town for tourism, why don't you take the guests around to walk around and see the coastal scenery, but drag them to my old man's house instead! "It's okay, it's not Sebastian's fault. I just wanted to go to the town with him because I had nothing to do. I also wanted to chat with the residents of the town and study the local customs. I'll have to trouble you to introduce the history of the town to me later." "The history of the town, cough cough cough cough--" When old Lison heard this, a trace of grief flashed in his cloudy pupils as if he had an eye disease. Those painful memories came to his mind again. In order to avoid letting the strangers in front of him see that something was wrong, he could only cover it up with a hurried cough. Sebastian also stepped forward to comfort him again, and said, "Grandpa Leeson, please stop talking and take a rest. We will go upstairs to repair your roof first, and we will continue to talk downstairs later, okay?"

"Well, all right, you guys continue, I, the old man, need to take a nap first." Old Leeson said, lifting the blanket covering his legs up to his shoulders, leaning back slightly, squinting his eyes slightly, and soon he began to snore slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Sebastian and Watson looked at each other slightly, then quietly picked up the tools and materials, walked up the stairs, came to the attic full of spider webs and dust, pushed open the rusty and difficult-to-open windows, came to the roof of this lifeless old house, and started to work.

The knocking sound came from the roof with a slight rhythm.

Old Leeson, who should have been sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as ice, and as firm as a sharp blade.

He listened to the faint knocking and whispering coming from above his head, as if little Sebastian was discussing the development of the outside world with that damned stranger.

Old Leeson stood up silently and lifted the cushion of the sofa, revealing the hidden storage space at the bottom, which contained the relics of his family - his wife's favorite horn comb and hand mirror, the ashes of his sons and daughters-in-law, the swaddling cloth of his little grandson, and the old-fashioned flintlock rifle that was wiped and maintained every day, the dagger that was as sharp as before, and the potion bottles filled with grass green, yellow or black powder.

The only surviving old man, looking at these familiar objects, the warmth and beauty of the past surged into his heart again, causing tears to keep rolling in his eyes.

Old Leeson had dreamed of revenge countless times. In fact, since that night, these angry townspeople did so.

After the collapse of the Gawwell Hotel, many foreigners still came to the town under the pretext of traveling, but in fact they secretly wanted to gnaw a piece of fat flesh from the injured Mikalis family, just like the hungriest jackals that gnawed the remains of the Gawwell Hotel clean!

At that time, Old Leeson formed a town guard and led his companions who also had deep hatred to repel waves of invaders. He naturally knew that these so-called tourists all mastered strange evil arts, and even their bodies were trained to be very strong, comparable to tigers, leopards, bears and wolves!

But no matter how strong they are, they still belong to the category of humans, still need to eat and sleep, still have difficulty resisting bullets and sharp blades, and naturally cannot be completely immune to the corrosion of poisons, and cannot prevent the damage of knives and guns... As long as they are poisoned or shot in secret before they react, these foreigners with strange abilities are just vulnerable mortals!