Tangglar clicked his tongue again and shook his head, "You are still too naive..."
Endai was a little annoyed: "Mercury needles are also human beings. Some people will do good things, and naturally some people will do bad things. When you meet those who do good things, you praise them, and when you meet those who do bad things, you punish them. This is just for people in livable land. A reminder to others, don’t think you are seeing a messenger of justice when you see a mercury needle. Don’t be angry or dare to speak out when you encounter a mercury needle doing evil. Our team is not incapable of making mistakes, but we will self-examine and correct ourselves if we make mistakes. , isn’t this bad?”
Tangglars just snorted and said, "Since you insist on saying that, then I will take a step back. Even if the saint made a mistake, it is not a big mistake, it is nothing at all-"
"How is it not a big mistake?" Endai almost immediately retorted, "The shoe store owner has lost his job, and now his wife is separated and his reputation is ruined... Is this nothing?"
"That's what he asked for. If he hadn't done those ugly things, how could he have ended up like this?" Danglars was quite proud of having caught this point. He stroked the beard on his upper lip, "Besides, Uncle What kind of boss is Gehrman? He's just a bullshit store manager who sells shoes. He just fell in love with the Duke by chance. He really thinks he has some status.
"This kind of snob who looks down upon others when they see them in distress and favors distinguished guests would not regret it if he died ten thousand times. The saint has obviously done a great thing - don't you think so, Mr. Shepherd?" ?”
In the distance, Calvin frowned and said nothing, but did not answer.
This made Tangglar suddenly feel a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to close the distance between himself and Calvin, but he did not expect that the other party did not show the expected expression of gratitude or sadness.
He coughed lightly, "Anyway, I'm really saddened by what happened to Mr. Saint!"
"You really have a sense of justice." Victoria whispered, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, "But there are iron laws within AHgAs. It is a felony for mercury to target civilians. The saint's behavior this time is no longer tolerated by ordinary people. That's it...I've finished eating! I'm sorry."
"There are still such rules?" Tanglar laughed dryly for a while, "It's time to change such rigid rules."
Not far away, Teresa also stood up with a plate. She walked behind Tanglar and smiled softly, "Mr. Viscount should actually be grateful for this iron rule."
Tangglar turned his head, "...why?"
"Because, if there wasn't such a rule, you might have died many times, and it wouldn't have been the assassin's turn to take action."
Victoria and several mercury needles nearby laughed out loud at the same time, and by the time Tanglar reacted, they were already far away.
Tanglar cursed in a low voice and looked at Hesta diagonally opposite.
"...Miss Eureka, did you sleep well last night?"
"good."
Tanglar moved his chair slightly so that he could sit directly opposite Hesta. He lowered his voice and said, "I heard that you have been detained in Bruno City because of Ava?"
"Who told you?" As soon as the question came out of his mouth, Hesta had already given the answer, "Saint?"
Tanglar laughed twice, which was regarded as acquiescence.
"This is really an unforeseen disaster for you," Tanglar said softly, "But fortunately, you have escaped from Ava's clutches now and are here. I'm really happy for you."
Hesta's reaction was flat: "Why, Mr. Viscount also knows Ms. Morgan?"
"Of course we have, we are very familiar with each other." Tanglar's eyes suddenly lit up, "Ava Morgan's mansion is the famous Feng Liu Cave!"
The movement in Hesta's hand stopped, "...what are you talking about?"
"You don't know?" Danglars looked ambiguous, "Her house is full of women, and she doesn't even hire men to do the cleaning... You don't know why, do you?"
Hesta only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his blood immediately surged up.
Danglars was still feeling proud: "Why is Ava, a prostitute, so dominant in the province of Nia... She herself is old and lustful, but it is still okay to send others to the beds of some dignitaries. She herself is young. This is how you get to the top, so naturally you know how powerful it is——"
Hesta's face darkened: "...Ava was already in her fifties when she returned to the livable place to serve, Viscount."
"Really?" Danglars blinked, "But I heard——"
A silver fork suddenly flew from the front left, almost grazing the tip of Tanglar's nose, and then inserted diagonally into the wooden table in front of him - most of the fork's tip had already sunk into the wooden table.
Danglars half-opened his mouth, staring in astonishment at the silver fork in front of him that almost cut off his nose.
"...My hand slipped." Victoria looked sideways from a distance, her eyes that were always smiling were very cold at the moment.
Tanglar's throat moved - he suddenly found that the mercury needles that had just left the table seemed to be looking at him with the same eyes.
He calmly moved back.
Hesta had already put down the knife and fork. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, putting her hands on her legs, as if taking a nap after the meal.
Below the table, her fingers could not stop trembling.
After a moment, Tanglar laughed dryly again, "...it seems that Ms. Morgan has a pretty high reputation among you, huh?"
Hesta opened her eyes, looked down at her dinner plate, and said softly, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with this person."
Tangglar was a little relieved, and he lowered his voice, "I think so, what kind of good person can such an old woman who arrests and locks up people without any evidence be... I just said that some people If you don’t protect your shortcomings, your moral character——”
Before he finished speaking, Tanglar suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. Something flew from the side and hit him hard on the side of the forehead, knocking him to the ground.
The thing hit Danglar and flew straight into the air. When it fell, Hesta caught it steadily - it was a copper apple, an object used to press sulfuric acid paper on the dining table.
Hesta gently put the apple back on the table.
Danglars knelt on the ground and straightened up while clinging to the table. Blood was pouring from his forehead, and his facial features were twisted in pain.
"...Yes, who is it!!"
"Oh, my hand slipped..." Teresa covered her mouth in surprise, her expression full of concern, "Is Mr. Viscount okay?"
"What are you doing standing still?" Victoria looked at the housekeeper who was stunned and speechless. "Why don't you call the family doctor quickly?"
The housekeeper woke up from a dream and ran outside quickly.
Victoria had already walked up to Danglars. She grabbed the viscount and lifted him onto the chair.
"How should I put it? You can't eat randomly, and it's best not to talk nonsense. Sometimes people can't figure out what exactly they are, and they suddenly lose their lives because they didn't pay attention." Victoria looked at the person in front of her, "This It’s my own insignificant life experience that I share with the Viscount.”
