Tilrant lay on the cold and low ground bed, watching Xia Lan's figure gradually disappear from sight without any slightest desire to give him away.

He and he are not friends, and there is no unnecessary topic between them.

After saying what he should have said, Xia Lan tactfully chose to leave. Perhaps Tilrant's current mood was also a reason to urge him to leave as soon as possible.

When I walked to the shiny hole, I was about to look up, a rope was put down.

Xia Lan smiled, grabbed the rope and jumped back to the ground. Balm, who was holding the rope, looked at Xia Lan unexpectedly because he didn't feel much of the force involved.

"Have you finished talking about the matter between you and Master Tyrrant?" Balm put away the rope and said humbly to Xia Lan.

"Yes." Xia Lan nodded.

"Please wait a moment."

After saying that, Balm put the rope back into the cottage, and walked to the entrance of the hole with a small hammer again, covering the wooden board, and hitting the original shape.

"My son is back. Please cooperate with me later." After finishing the work, Balm closed the door of the wooden house and asked to Xia Lan on the side.

"OK."

As soon as Balm walked into the room through the back door, Xia Lan heard a rude and loud scream.

"Old man! Where did you die just now? Hand over the money quickly! The brothers outside are waiting for me to go out and play with them for two more!"

"I'm sorry, I'm making you laugh at me." Balm apologized to Xia Lan with a helpless look on his face.

Xia Lan shook her head and said she didn't care. Judging from Balm's appearance, it seemed that the owner of the voice was his son, but why did the tone remind people of the robbers?

"Markas! There are guests at home today. Please correct your current actions!" When you walked to the living room, Balm saw his son lying tilted on the sofa and said angrily.

"guest?"

Marcas held up and turned a deaf ear to Balm's lesson. Instead, his feet were more unrestrained on the table, looking at Xia Lan behind him with a strange look on his face.

"who is he?"

"He was a distant relative of Master Tyrrant's family. Because of the crime caused by Master Tyrrant recently, their family asked him to come and ask about some things." Balm made up Xia Lan's identity with a calm expression.

"Oh--So I want to get rid of the relationship and hold you accountable?" Marcas looked at Xia Lan and said in a strange voice: "But, old man, you have no relationship with the fugitive family now. Don't always call the young master, it's really annoying to hear it!"

"Marcas! If it weren't for the intake of Master Tilrant's father, would you think we could live until now?" It seemed that his son's last words stimulated the bottom line in Balm's heart, and his words became harsh.

"Yes, yes, yes—" Marcas ignored his father's lesson and responded with his face: "Isn't it just a life-saving benefactor? I understand, I understand. How many times have you said it since you were a child? You are so annoyed by your ears!"

"You-" Balm, who seemed to be embarrassed by his son in front of outsiders, pointed at Marcas and trembled in anger, even his words stuck in his throat and couldn't speak.

"Okay OK! Give me the money quickly! The brothers outside may not be able to wait now!" Makas interrupted impatiently.

"You have been betting all the money at home! What money do I have to give you!"

When he heard his son ask for money again, Balm's old face turned red with anger.

"Old man! Don't be shameless! Do you think I don't know you have hidden some money?" Marcas suddenly stood up and shouted at Balm with confidence.

"If you dare to touch that amount of money, just wait to starve to death in the future!" After Balm yelled angrily, his whole body began to stagger, as if there was a possibility of falling down at any time.

Xia Lan stepped forward and supported Balm. Looking at the old man's pale face and rapid breathing, he knew that if he continued to be stimulated, he might be in danger of his life.

He doesn't want him to die. What should Tilrant do if he dies?

"Pretending to be dead again! Unlucky!" Makas spat lightly, looking cold and disdainful of Balm's appearance, "I'm leaving, I won't come back tonight."

After saying that, Marcas kicked off the sofa blocking the road and left the living room with a swearing voice.

Xia Lan helped Balm to the sofa, reached out and patted him behind him, and the airflow in his body also entered the old man's body and conditioned until his breathing became stable.

"Thank you for your help, Master." After Balm returned to normal, he said bitterly to Xia Lan.

"Nothing, you are an important person in Tirrant, and I should do this help." Xia Lan stood aside and whispered.

"Oh--" Balm sighed deeply and began to speak slowly on his own, "When I was poor, Master Tyrrant's father took me in. The master is such a good person. He not only taught me a lot, but even introduced me to a beautiful wife. Unfortunately, she died after giving birth to my unfilial son... I have raised him alone for so many years, but I have been serving by the master at that time, so I have taken care of Marcas much less. He looks like this now, and I have also had my fault back then..."

Balm said sadly: "After the incident, I was dismissed from the place I missed. When I was thinking of taking good care of my son in the last time, who knew that he had completely changed. No matter how I disciplined him, he could not do anything. Even the valuable things in the family were sold one by one by one, and all the money he obtained was used to squander and gamble with those unemployed friends..."

"He doesn't know about Tirrant, right?" Xia Lan asked suddenly.

"Of course-" Balm was shocked: "If the boy knew about this, the consequences would definitely become unimaginable, so how could I let him know about this."

Xia Lan nodded and reminded: "You don't have to worry about the search outside now. As long as you have no mistakes here, Tirrant will not have any accidents."

"Thank you for your warning, I will pay attention to Marcas."

It was obvious that Balm knew from Xialan's words what he was worried about.

"Since that's the case, I should say goodbye!"

...

After being sent out by Balm, it was already dusk. The sunset cast thousands of golden lights in his eyes, and the floating clouds were dyed with a faint blush. Feeling one or two scents of auras locked, I thought it was the great prince who monitored Tirrant's subordinates. Sure enough, everything in his hands was safe.

Lanluo District is not far from Jinmeilan Hotel. Xialan slowly walks on the gradually deserted street. At this time, perhaps people are immersed in the dinner of reunion with their families to eat, drink, chat and laugh.

He has no home, maybe he has it.

He has no family, maybe he has.

It is like a rootless duckweed floating everywhere. When the wind and rain gradually become thinner, it stays for a short time, leaving behind a few memories. The wind and rain rise again, and it is another new journey, and the past also disappears.

It was wandering and unknowingly, Xia Lan walked to Tirui District. At the end of the way, he suddenly remembered someone.

Maston quietly watched his three children enjoying a rich and delicious dinner in laughter and joy. He liked the happy smile on his children's faces, as if it was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the dark world inside him.

That night, after the mysterious man left a bag of Jintor, Maston sent most of the money to his relatives who had died comrades. Only in this way can he soothe his guilty heart. All the rest were improved on his children's diet. He wanted to see his children's healthy growth, and he wanted to see his children's happy smile every day.

Of course, Maston would never dare to disobey what the mysterious man ordered. In just two days, he heard the secret that had happened in the third floor of the database from a drunk friend.

He hung the white cloth strip in front of the window for many days, but the mysterious man has not come these days. Has he forgotten this?

No, he won't.

So, Maston could only wait. He urgently needed to completely cut off his relationship with that person, and he needed to restore his previous peaceful life...

Waiting is a tormenting process. During this period, he even lost his appetite, couldn't let go, and could not eat, just to make the day of relief come as soon as possible.

"It seems that what I told you has been done?"

After comforting the three children and sleeping peacefully, Maston lay on the bed. He was not sleepy at all, but just stared at the ceiling blankly, and was a little dazed. When a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, he was shocked and he was here!

He quickly turned up and saw the man, and it was still like the night hiding in a dark robe.

"Yes!" Maston whispered hurriedly.

"It's really surprising news." The man sat on the windowsill with a relaxed look, playing with the white cloth strip used as a hint in his hand. "Tell me, what happened on the third floor of the Military Department Database that day."

"I heard a friend in the database talk about this after drinking. It seemed that one night, the people from the King of Kingdom Guards suddenly broke into the Military Department's database, and seemed to need to find some important information. After the negotiations with the Military Department failed, the King of Kingdom Guards took forced measures and took away part of the archives on the third floor of the database. Later, everyone was banned. Things that night must not be reported..."

"Kingdom Guard?" the man said in surprise.

"Yes, I heard that the Kingdom Guards had a violent conflict with the soldiers stationed in the military that night..." Maston quickly explained.

"Very good, very good..." The man suddenly chuckled.

"Sir, since you already know what happened that day, we will have no connection in the future, right?" Maston took the opportunity to say.

"Don't worry, I won't show up again in the future."
Chapter completed!