The Legend of Fatality

Russell counted the gold coins, threw them up high, and dropped them one by one into the small box on the table. He still looks a little shocked, and that should be it. Three thousand gold coins is a huge sum of money, far exceeding Russell's best annual income. His closest acquaintance sat at the same table with him, beer and laughter flowing among the crowd.

Geely sat in his own corner, trying to understand why he was so scared after returning from the administration building of the Fatalin Association. Three thousand gold coins. The Fatalin Association should not issue the money so quickly. The mage named Dean, dressed in a red robe, seemed very cunning. Russell shouldn't be able to deceive him so easily, even if he counted his own "magic power".

Russell put another gold coin into the box. Geely couldn't decide whether he was so stupid or smart to show his wealth. The gang of thieves operates according to strict agreements: everyone gets a share of their income according to their status in the group. Although it sometimes seems tempting to kill the leader and seize his wealth, in the long run, a successful leader can bring more wealth to everyone, killing him prematurely will cut off future gains, let alone The meeting attracted the anger of other members.

However, three thousand gold coins ... This is enough to seduce the most rational thief to commit crimes. Everything is not right.

I have to leave here, Geely made a decision. There is a secret base to leave Russell in case something happens.

But ... how to leave? Walk alone? She has never been alone. In the past, her brother always took her with him. He took her through cities and joined different thieves organizations. She loves being alone, but the thought of being alone in this strange city makes her full of fear. This is why she never escaped from her brother, and why she stayed here in Russell.

She dare not go alone, but she must go. She raised her head from the corner and searched the room with her eyes. Not many people in this group like her, but if the Fatalin Association really came to deal with the thieves gang, one or two people would not want to see them injured because they are the few who did not try to bully her People, and even more rarely, someone even treated her kindly.

Harry is the number one person on the list. He is not a friend, but after her brother left, he is her closest person, if he is willing to follow her, then at least she will not be alone. Geely stood up cautiously and walked along the wall of the room to the place where Harry sat and drank with some of the younger members.

She pulled Harry's sleeve. He turned to face her, sullenly. "auspicious?"

"Harry," she whispered, "we have to go."

He frowned, "Go? Where to go?"

"Leave." Geely changed his words and said, "Leave from here."

"just now?"

Geely nodded anxiously.

Harry looked back at his friends, who were giggling and gleeing at Harry and Geely.

Harry then blushed. "You want the two of us to go somewhere together?"

"Not what you think." Geely said, "It's just ... I need to leave here, but I don't want to go alone."

Harry frowned. He leaned closer and spit out a slight scent of alcohol. "What the **** is going on, Geely?" He asked in a low voice.

Gili paused. "I ... think something will happen, Harry." She whispered. "It's about the Fatalin Association or the Master. I don't want to stay here now." Harry sat quietly for a moment. "Okay." He finally said. "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." Geely said. "At least don't stay here tonight. But we have to leave right away. Leave now."

Harry nodded slowly.

"You wait here." Geely whispered and turned away. She glanced at Russell, who was overjoyed at his joke. Then she quietly walked through the dusty and smokey room and into the back room of the base.

The gang of thieves is just a long walkway, with mattresses on both sides, squeezed and uncomfortable, but much better than the cold alleys where she slept with her brother for several years.

I might have to adjust to the alley again, she thought. She came here like this before, so she can go on like this.

She walked to the bed, and the laughter and drinking sound of men and boys came from the next room. Geely knelt down and looked at the few things she hid under the bedding. If something did happen, she would never be able to return to this secret base. Never can. But she couldn't walk with the bedding, too obvious.

So there was only a small box with her personal belongings: some small stones, from each city she visited, her brother said that Geely ’s mother gave her an earring, and an obsidian that was as big as a gold coin. , Being ground into an irregular shape, her brother took it as a lucky charm. When he secretly left, he only left this and abandoned her.

He always said he would do it. Geely told himself seriously.

I never thought that he would really leave-that's why he had to leave.

Holds obsidian in her hand, puts the small stones in her pocket, and the earrings pierce the ear hole. Its shape is very simple, just a small ear pin, and it is not worth stealing, so she is not worried about putting it in the back room, but Geely rarely wears it, worrying that the accessories will make her look more feminine.

She has no money, but her brother has taught her how to pick up food and beg. Both are very difficult on Fatalin Island, especially Fatalin City, where there is little room for beggars to survive, but if necessary, she will find a way.

Geely left the box and bedding and slipped back to the hall. Maybe she was overreacting, maybe nothing would happen, but if it happened ... if her brother had taught her anything, that is how to keep her head and keep it on her neck, of course, keep Can breathe. It's a good idea to get Harry together. He may have associates in Fatalin City. If something happens to Russell ’s band of thieves, Harry may be able to help her find a new job with herself—

Geely froze as soon as he entered the hall. Harry was not at the table where she found him, but stood sneakily in front of the room, close to the bar, close to ... Russell.

"What's the matter!" Russell stood up, his face as red as the evening sun. He pushed away the stool, then flung at her, half drunk and half awake. "Are you going to run? Are you going to inform the Fatalin Association! Right?"

Geely did not answer, but immediately turned and rushed to the door of the stairwell, running desperately between the table and the members.

The wooden stool thrown by Russell was in the middle of her vest, causing her to fall to the ground, and pain came from between her shoulder blades. In the exclamation of several members, the chair bounced off her and fell to the nearby ground.

Geely fell to the ground dizzy. Then ... something in her body, something she knew but didn't understand, gave her strength. Her head stopped dizzy, and the pain became the focus of concentration, causing her to stand up awkwardly. First launch https: // https: //

Russell appeared before her eyes. She hadn't stood well yet. He already waved his backhand, causing her head to turn sideways with the force of the hit. The pain of the twisted neck was so strong that she hardly felt herself falling back to the ground. He bent down, grabbed her front, dragged her, and raised her fist. Geely didn't have time to think or speak, she could only do one thing-use all her 'magic power' in one breath, push it towards Russell, calm his anger.

Russell shook. For a moment, his eyes softened and slightly lowered her. Then, anger returned to his eyes. Strong and frightening anger.

"Damn girl." Russell murmured, grabbing her by the shoulder and shaking her vigorously. "Your traitor brother has never respected me, and you are the same. I am too kind to you both. It should have been ..."

Geely tried to turn around and escaped, but Russell held her firmly. She desperately sought help from others, but she knew what she would see. They didn't care about her experience. They looked away, their expressions were awkward but they didn't care. Harry was still standing at Russell's table, bowing his head guiltily.

In her mind, she heard a voice whispering to her again, the voice of her brother. Stupid-ruthless, is the most practical emotion. You have no friends in this world. You will never have friends in this world!

She struggled again, but Russell beat her again, knocking her to the ground. The violent attack made her unable to respond all the time, and she could only breathe heavily. The air in her lungs seemed to be hollowed out at once.

Hold back. She thought deliberately. He won't kill me. He still needs me.

However, just as she turned weakly, she saw Russell overlooking her from the top down in the dark room, and her face showed a drunken anger. She knew that this time was different from before, and it wouldn't just be a fight. He believes that she intends to go to the Fatalin Association to inform. He did not intend to control himself. His eyes were full of killing intent.

please! Geely thought desperately, continuing to release her ‘magic power’, trying to make it work ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but no response. ‘Magic’, but that ’s all, and it also disappointed her.

Russell stooped down, grabbing her shoulder while raising his arm while talking to herself. Thick hands clenched into fists, and his muscles tightened, and a drop of angry sweat slipped off his chin and dripped onto her cheek.

A few feet away, the door in the stairwell suddenly opened after shaking. Russell paused, still holding his hands high and staring at the door, he did not understand which unfortunate member dared to choose to return to the base at such an inappropriate time.

Geely grasped the moment when he was distracted, ignoring who the newcomer was, and was too busy trying to break away from Russell's grasp, but she was too weak, her cheeks were sore because of his previous blow, and there was blood in her mouth the taste of. Her shoulders were twisted at an unnatural angle, and her side was sore as she fell to the ground. She bent her fingers and grabbed Russell's hand, but suddenly felt weak, and the strength abandoned her like ‘magic’. The pain seemed to become stronger, more violent, and ... lasting.

She faced the door desperately. She was so close that she was about to run away, just a little more ...

Then she saw the man standing quietly in the stairwell. She has not seen him. He was tall, with a falcon-like face, light blond hair, dressed in a businessman ’s light clothing, the cloak naturally hung down, about thirty years old, without a hat and no staff, but he was hanging around his waist A long sword, if not for his tall body, this sword should be carried behind his back. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https: //

Moreover, he looked very, very angry.

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