After leaving Leonard alone in the war-level underground air-raid shelter, Allen and the others returned to the courtyard on the ground.

　　 It was still late at night, and it was the darkest and quietest time of the day.

　　 However, in Dilno City, the atmosphere at this time is not so peaceful.

　　 The business street in the distance is bustling and noisy, colorful, and brightly lit, making what should have been like a silent night, becoming a lot noisy, just like a bustling city during the day.

　　 Allen and the others, in the background sound weakened by the spread of distance, they walked to the foot of the courtyard, beside a lush and vibrant tree.

　　 There is a pavilion built here, which is not huge, but it is well-conceived and has an extraordinary memory.

　　 And Ellen can faintly see that this pavilion has more than just leisure and architectural beauty.

　　 I don’t know if it’s because Alan has gone through so many things. Now Alan looks at things from a very different perspective.

　　 is not extraordinary, but more professional.

　　 For example, if another person visits this courtyard here, he will definitely be amazed by the exquisiteness of this courtyard, and even those with a higher vision and better aesthetics may see that the courtyard is well-developed and surprising in conception.

　　 But in the eyes of Allen, his first concern is often where the courtyard is easy to defend and difficult to attack, where it is easy to escape, where there are ambushes, where there may be institutions...

　　 This may be a bit weird in the eyes of ordinary people, but it has to be said that it is a good habit that can greatly increase the survival rate.

　　 Therefore, the moment he saw this pavilion, Allen discovered the extraordinary.

　　 The pavilion is just a representation. If necessary, it can also be a bunker, a defensive project.

　　 Because Allen can clearly see that when this pavilion was first constructed, this factor was considered, and there was enough room.

　　 As long as needed, in a very short time, this pavilion, and even this courtyard, will change greatly.

　　 However, Allen just glanced at it, and then followed Austin directly into it.

　　 This is Austin’s site. If Austin doesn’t know the mystery, it’s an insult to his wisdom.

　　 And Austin has been in the underground world of Gloria City for so many years, how could he have not touched these things, and how could he have no experience in this area.

　　 So, Allen has no plans to speak.

　　 Although it is a good intention, but there is a display of intention when it is said, and it is easy to give a bad impression.

　　 Austin walked in the lead, beckoning Allen and Leonard to sit down. Then directly took out the tea set and tea leaves that had been prepared from the space magic tool, and made black tea for the two on the spot.

　　 The boiling water dropped from the teapot, like a Milky Way hanging upside down and the sky flowing down into the beautifully decorated tea cup, but it did not arouse the slightest splash of water.

　　 Austin's movements are concise and smooth, not as cumbersome as the mainstream tea-making techniques today, but they have their own style.

　　 The white, boiling heat rises from the tea cup, adding a bit of warmth to this cold night, which is not in line with the hustle and bustle in the distance, but it has a unique beauty.

　　 "Austin, is there anything else?"

　　 After getting off the train, Allen had taken his long knife out of the iron box and held it in his left hand.

　　 When sitting down before, Allen even put the long knife on his knee as usual.

　　 The five fingers are slender, white as jade, and his hands are caressing a sword like a piano. His expression is calm and indifferent, as if he is not at all sad because of the current situation.

　　 "Well, we have to wait for someone."

　　 "Who?"

　　 "An elder, the person my father trusted most back then, is also the one who has encouraged me to support the situation in Dilno for so many years."

　　 Austin carried the teapot, filled the vacant seat with a cup of black tea, his tone was full of reverence and nostalgia.

　　 Bol did not show the slightest movement on his face, calmly as usual, as if he had already known about it.

　　 Allen took a sip of the black tea in front of him, not surprised.

　　 After all, Bol is not only the right-hand man of Austin, the black market broker, but also the only partner who escaped with Austin.

　　 Yes, partners, not subordinates.

　　 With such a life-and-death life and death experience, the relationship between them can no longer be described by words such as subordinates and subordinates.

　　 If you have to find a definition, Allen thinks that Bol should be Austin's most like a partner's retainer.

　　 This is also the case. Allen has no surprises about Boll knowing about it, and even he feels that after so many years of running and company, now the person who knows Austin best is Boll.

The thought of 　　 kept flashing in Allen's mind, and then disappeared again in a flash.

　　 These trivial matters just need to be understood a little bit. As for the more, it is other people's private affairs.

　　 More importantly, who is the next person, and how much help he can bring them to the ultimate goal of going south.

　　 Allen sat there, even tall and straight, like a long, unbending knife, with sharp edges.

　　 In the middle of the night, the breeze slowly passed through the small streets and alleys, bypassed the high-rise buildings, passed through the streets, and entered this secluded courtyard, blowing the big tree next to the pavilion.

　　 The leaves are splashing, dancing in the night breeze, and the mottled black silhouette is swaying in the moonlight, like ghosts and ghosts wandering.

　　 The night is getting darker, but it is more secluded.

　　 The tea has been added several times, and the black tea has also been changed once.

　　 But Ellen and the others are not in a hurry, they just sit there quietly, without speaking or talking.

　　 The prosperity is still in the distance, and the noise is even worse. Those sleepless people who make up their minds seem to have all their passions in full bloom at this moment, venting their long-hidden resentment, unwillingness, and bitterness.

　　 But in the courtyard where Allen and the others are, the breeze is fading slowly, and the moonlight remains the same.

　　Dawn calendar 874, February 11th, at 11:35 midnight, the guest, here comes.

　　 The shadow of the pavilion illuminated by the silver moon and the shadow of the big tree lie on the ground in the direction of the moonlight, showing their existence.

　　 Allen and their figures are the same, they are all visible in the shadow of the pavilion, forming a wonderful silhouette.

　　 However, at this moment, an extra figure appeared beside the shadows of the original three.

　　 "Uncle Acheson."

　　 Austin held up the black tea that had just been purchased, with the right temperature and the right flavor, and bowed respectfully to the silver-haired man who had not been sitting there.

　　 Seeing this, Ellen and Bol did not sit there as if nothing had happened, they also stood up and saluted respectfully.

　　 However, it can be clearly seen that Austin and Bol’s etiquette is more solemn and respectful, while Allen’s etiquette is more ordinary, just for the elders.

　　 Of course, it can’t be said that Allen is at fault.

　　 After all, to be honest, Allen’s etiquette at this time can be regarded as the most suitable for the current scene.

　　 You must know that Austin and Bol respected a lot of etiquette compared to Allen. That's because Acheson was not only an elder, but also the benefactor who helped them escape, and the biggest supporter who has supported them for so many years. For this kind of character, Austin and Bol can't be overstated with what kind of gifts.

　　 It can even be said that etiquette alone can no longer express their gratitude and show their sincerity.

　　 But Allen is different. Although the other party has great favors for Austin and Bol, he and Allen have never met before.

　　 Alan has not accepted the favor of the other party, and naturally he does not need to be like Leonard and Bol.

　　 Therefore, Allen’s etiquette is simply the respect of the younger generation to the elders, and it is reasonable that it is not as solemn and prudent as Bol and Austin.

　　 "Good."

　　 Austin and Bol bowed their heads in salute, but never got a response, but they did not complain at all, just kept their original posture.

　　 After a long time, I heard a vibrato reply.

　　 Allen’s etiquette is simpler than that of the other two, so he can better see the look of the silver-haired man sitting in the reserved seat.

　　 After seeing Austin and Bol, his figure trembled slightly, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

　　 When it came time to answer the two, his tone was trembling uncontrollably, mixed with a faint choking sound.

　　 Allen seems to be able to understand the unfinished semantics of the other party, understand the other party's meaning.

　　 But it was not that he didn't want to say it, but he was worried that he would unconsciously lose his face before the two younger generations when he said too much, so in the end, he just said a good word.

　　 Austin and Bol seemed to understand this, so even after hearing Acheson's response, they deliberately took a step slower and sat down and looked up.

　　 "It's been more than eight years since I had a goodbye, my master, I've grown up too."

Acheson seemed to have broken away from the initial joy of reunion, and the agitated emotions of the whole person were also calmed a lot. Although there was still an unstoppable smile on his face, Allen could perceive it. Many, it is gratification and satisfaction for Austin.

　　 "Uncle Acheson, you have worked so hard for so many years."

　　 Hearing Acheson's sighing words, Austin couldn't help but respect and said very seriously.

　　 "It's not hard, it's not hard, it's all worth it to wait until you come back, Master."

　　 Acheson just smiled, his tone was not the resentment of so many years of suffering, nor the fatigue of so many years of carelessness, only the deep satisfaction and the ease of unloading the heavy burden.

　　 Alan was on the side, watching the conversation between the two quietly, silently.

　　 At this time, he does not need to play, and it is not the time for him to play.

　　 The two people have been apart for many years. When they first met, it would take a long time for them to complain to each other.

　　 What they need at this time is not someone with no eyesight to interrupt them, but a stage for free talk.

　　 Of course, Allen also believes that this time will not be too long, after all, their current situation does not allow them to be so leisurely.

　　Austin and Acheson also know what they mean. Even if they sink too much for a while and forget the time, Allen will let them remember what is most important at the moment.

　　 However, Allen believes that they should not have come to this point.

　　 Sure enough, after a while, Austin took the initiative to end the relationship and emotional exchanges and began to talk about business.

　　He first introduced Alan and Acheson, who didn't know much about them before, and then went straight to the subject and began to ask about the most critical issues nowadays.

　　 "Uncle Acheson, what is the situation now?"

　　 Hearing the sharp, most critical question asked by Austin, the joy on Acheson's face diminished and his expression was solemn.

　　 "Dalton's injuries are getting worse. He was in a coma just once today. Although he woke up soon, it can be seen that his time is running out."

　　 "The Tierros family and the Chris family have their own ghosts. Although they have not directly attacked the Augustus family, they have a lot of secret plans."

　　 "I believe that once Dalton dies, the two evil wolves will escape without a concealment and begin to fight for the big fat meat of the Augustus family."

　　 After hearing Acheson's words, Austin's face couldn't help but become heavier, frowning, as if in a predicament.

　　 And Ellen and Bol, who were sitting aside, were not getting better, frowning like Austin, lost in thought.

　　 To be honest, **** Dalton has never been the focus of this journey south, nor is it the difficulty of this journey south.

　　 After all, one of the most critical reasons for them to go south this time is that Dalton was seriously injured.

　　 Even if they didn't do anything, Dalton couldn't hold it for a few days.

　　 But why are they going south in such a hurry? The key lies in the fact that Austin has always faced not only the threat of Dalton, who is in power, but also the threat of the Tyrros family and the Chris family who peeped through the entire Augustus family.

　　 When Dalton was alive, he went south, the big deal is that he just needs to pass through the generals and kill all the way back to the family.

　　 But if he waited until Dalton was seriously injured and died before coming back, then at that time, he would really have nothing to do.

　　 The Augustus family who has lost the Patriarch and has no heir will surely be left behind by those two Patriarchs.

　　 If this is the case, then there is no point in the ease of this journey.

　　 Recaptured the Augustus family under the suppression of the three parties, and stabilized the basic plate of the Gunflame family. This is the most critical and important place for Austin to go south this time.

　　 "By the way, Master, someone contacted our old subordinates before and said that they can help us and help you get back the family, but it takes a small price."

　　 "Heh, a small price, I'm afraid it's not like swallowing my gunflame family and the bones~lightnovelpub.net~Austin smiled contemptuously, and his eyes were full of coldness.

　　 "Uncle Acheson, do you know who is from?"

　　 "Both families have."

　　 "It's really a good calculation."

　　Allen couldn't help but applaud their ideas. After all, it is not the right way to take advantage of it by accident.

　　 The two families of Tierros and Chris are now big and naturally they are not afraid of this backlash.

　　 But if they weaken one day, or provoke a stronger force than them, then everything today will become the opponent's weapon to attack them.

　　 However, if they change another method, the ending will be very different.

　　 used Austin to support a puppet force, and then slowly swallowed the entire Augustus family.

　　Although the result is the same, the risk is lower and the harvest is richer.

　　 I have to say, this is an excellent method.

　　 Of course, this is without considering the possibility of Austin's promise.

　　 As expected, the next moment, Oscar snorted coldly, "No need to talk about this kind of thing, even if I fight and lose, I can't give up the family business that my ancestors have accumulated."

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