The Happy Life of the Abandoned Prince

Chapter 258 The Boss

Connor respectfully put all of Mr. Gale's manuscripts back into their hidden compartments, "This is the honor of Mr. Gale."

Atona just stood aside and watched Connor's movements without saying a word, and waited until he closed the door of the hidden compartment before speaking: "Have you ever doubted this Mr. Gale?"

"Suspect what?" He asked casually.

"Of course... the real culprit who killed Miss Meili?"

"Why?" Connor felt a little silly when he said this. This story is too common. A small stage manager and a small actor fall in love, and one becomes a big star and the other stays in place. The ending is nothing more than sending you away thousands of miles away. Other than that Jay Chou is gray-haired and sees his sweetheart in his prime.Like Andersen, there is also a story about fangs, "Nightcap of the Bachelor", which tells the story of Anton and his childhood sweetheart Jasmine. In the future, one will be a shoemaker and the other will be an actor. Of course, both have a bright future, so Anton was photographed by the famous Jasmine. Zhang You are unworthy, became an old bachelor, and froze to death one day.

"At least one direction." Atona seemed to feel that Mr. Gale was suspicious, and she was not going to give up her train of thought.

"I'm more concerned about not wronging another good person." For some reason, Connor has a high affection for Mr. Gale, whom he has never met. It may be that the story of this silently guarded spare tire goblin is so touching.

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Pastor Dave has always looked more stable than Mr. Iger, the old non-cultivator, but now it is seen that the two of them are really good friends, and they are crazy.The old man said in front of Connor that if the Free Trade Alliance continues to wrong my granddaughter like this, I will blow them up.Of course, Connor agrees with this romantic feeling of one person against one country.

"We respect the laws of the world, but this is not a reason for human beings to bully us." Pastor Dave's statement was full of pride. He was already discussing how to blow up after seven days. Union's arbitrator.Connor couldn't see it. The old man was serious. After trying to persuade him to no avail, he had no choice but to admit, comrades of the Free Trade Alliance, you can wish for luck.

In a tavern where fish and dragons are mixed together, countless people of all kinds are chatting inside, and a young showgirl is singing Alia's new song. I have to say that this time the flower of the outer island killed two stars like Fransta's jewel. The tearful story is too eye-catching.Under the continuous bombardment of public opinion in the past few days, even the aunt who bought vegetables knew about this assassination.Even Alia's song has risen and officially become the song of the people of the Free Trade Union.I have to say that it can be regarded as a crooked hit.

The owner of the tavern was drunk, leaning on the red sofa on the second floor of the tavern, with his feet resting on the chair, and a half-drunk cider in hand.

He just leaned on the sofa like this, looking like a regular customer of the tavern. Only the experienced visitors would know that this was the owner of the tavern and a well-known information broker.

The boss squinted his eyes like this, and he noticed curiously that three misfits had come to the tavern, a pair of well-dressed and beautiful couples, who seemed to be looking for some excitement.The other was a middle-aged man who looked a bit uncertain about his age.These three entered the tavern as out of place as water in oil.

The moment the three of them stepped into the tavern, the scene was silent for a few seconds.But soon these drunks ignored them, because the few drunks who were the least open-eyed had already thrown their heads into the corner for no reason.

"What are you doing here?"

"The tavern is the best place to collect information." Connor clapped his hands in fear. A few hooligans wanted to trouble Atona just now, so he preempted them.

"It's just like a knight novel." Atona smiled slightly.

"Let me tell you secretly, I actually stayed in this kind of place some time ago." Connor didn't care about the girl's sarcasm. He laughed loudly. No one knew about the experience of Mouse Street.

"Connor, do whatever you want, and come to me if you have any trouble." Pastor Dave said, his tone was as serious as the godfather.

"Don't bother you, as long as you can protect her well." Our protagonist turned around in a circle. No matter in which world, intelligence dealers always like to pretend to be B. They like to pretend to be an ordinary person to see you wherever you are. No one introduces the joke, no matter how much you pay, they don't even bat an eyelid.

Because they are afraid.All tipsters are afraid that those who know too much can easily die young.

"Hey, you know that a female ghost appeared on the island recently, right?"

"How do I remember it's a double body? It seems like two identical people?"

"Aren't those twins?"

"It's not the same thing, I remember her long-lost sister."

Connor listened attentively. The hottest topic of discussion in the tavern was actually the rumored doppelganger on the island. Several people swore that they saw themselves, or many witnesses saw another person exactly like him.But because there was nothing in the follow-up, neither death nor accident, this topic has become a new strange talk in the streets and alleys.

Our protagonist flashed in front of the drunken boss with just a casual glance. He looked like two drinking friends who had a good relationship. The boss pretended to sleep with his eyes closed. He didn't want to care about this attitude. Young people with great background.

"Connor, I have a way to make him speak." The middle-aged man's casual words made the boss open his eyes. He felt as if he had fallen into the water and couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth as if his neck was stuck The toad, breathing weakly, just opened and closed like this, his eyes were red and stared at the three hateful people in front of him. for a century.He was finally able to speak, and the air at that moment made him feel supremely sweet, and he swallowed the air greedily. No matter the fruit wine of Kismir or the wine of Falansta, breathing was not as important as breathing.

He finally regained his composure, glared at Connor and the others fiercely, and was about to say a few harsh words, but Pastor Dave's words made him shut up, "If you want to swear, I will make you stop breathing for 3 minutes .”

The boss resolutely confessed.A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, he finally put on a business posture. "What do you want to do?"

"I heard that you are an intelligence dealer?"

"Who did you listen to!" The boss got angry when he mentioned this, who introduced these vicious guys!

"That's not important. We want to know..."

"Who did you listen to?"

"Do you still want to catch your breath?" Reverend Dave glanced at him.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"