"...where did you hear this name?"
"I have my own news channel." Chiba deliberately kept it secret, "Why do you have to put on such an expression? Are you scared when you hear this name?"
"What nonsense!" Old Charlie stood up holding the table, "If it weren't for me, she and her mother Sylvia would have been exposed on the street... Helietta, I gave her this name. I think He helped her grow up and was so kind to her... What do you want to do when you suddenly come to tell me this?"
"Did you get it for her?"
Old Charlie heard the sarcasm in Chiba's tone: "What's the problem?"
"I don't quite understand the point of you lying about this kind of thing," Qianye crossed his arms and began to admire the furnishings in this room, "I look easy to deceive?"
"...Why do you say I'm lying to you?"
"Because this name was already planned by her grandmother before she was born." Qianye said softly, "Volva's first daughter will be named Helietta. If there are other children in the future, they can The name is Hellan, Grophy...but Volva seems to have only this one child."
A series of names fell, like a flock of unexpected birds, suddenly causing many waves in the depths of the old man's memory.
"...Volva." The old man murmured.
"It's only been twelve years, I guess you can't remember it... By the way, can I ask who you are those girls outside?"
"None of your business...what are you doing here tonight?"
"It's nothing. I just think that being their grandfather is enough for you at your age, but they still call you 'Master'. This..."
"enough--"
"Volva was only twenty years old when she died," Chiba's voice also raised, and then returned to his usual joking tone, "She must be very beautiful, right?"
The old man's throat moved, and his withered face was covered with wrinkles. Brown spots were caught in the wrinkles, like a pile of dirt that could never be washed away.
Old Charlie took a deep breath, and his ferocious eyes looked from the left side of the table to the right side of the table, but did not dare to look directly at Chiba.
"...Who asked you to come, is it Helieta? I know that the livable land in the third district has not been peaceful recently. The nobles who harmed Sylvia are all dying one by one..." The old man Charlie's voice was low, "I can probably guess who did it, and I have to say, well done."
Chiba said nothing.
Old Charlie glanced at Chiba's expression carefully, she still stood there motionless.
The old man thought for a moment: "I have never told anyone that I raised her. I knew she had become a mercury needle the year of the fire at St. Anne's Abbey. I never wanted to get involved with your organization... I will also Won’t talk to anyone about it.”
Chiba still didn't speak.
Old Charlie was suspicious—it seemed like this wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"I was very good to Henrietta when we were in Short Whistle Alley," Old Charlie narrowed his eyes. "I taught her marksmanship, and she is also very talented. I almost regard her as my biological daughter. I even almost became her father——"
Chiba nodded, "Okay."
Old Charlie was puzzled. He thought about what he had just said again, trying to decipher the possible key points.
"...What exactly do you want to know?" he asked in a low voice, "Who are you here for? Helieta? Or Volva? Are you also a member of the Hesta clan?"
Chiba ignored all of Old Charlie's questions. She leaned over and picked up the small-caliber rifle on the ground. This action immediately alerted Old Charlie.
"What are you going to do?"
"During this time, there is a question that I haven't been able to figure out." Chiba removed the silencer on the gun and threw it aside. "Why did Volva suddenly enter the city back then?"
"...How do I know this," the old man's hand slowly moved to the drawer aside, "Although Volva's fate is a bit too tragic, all women who are greedy and hate the poor and love the rich will eventually suffer their own consequences... At this point, God has shown his fairness."
"Really? But those old nobles have been looking for the red-haired Hestad in the wasteland since 4617," Qianye said with a smile, "Tell me, why did she have to wait until two years later before throwing herself into the trap?" ?”
"This question... just go underground and ask her yourself!"
Old Charlie suddenly took out the pistol from the hidden compartment and accurately fired a bullet at Chiba's forehead, but the next moment, Chiba caught the bullet in his hand.
Old Charlie gasped: "Water... mercury needle?"
Chiba casually picked up the rifle and shot Old Charlie's right hand directly. Blood spattered and the old man's pistol fell.
"Who...are you..." Sweat dripped from the old man's forehead. He endured severe pain and tried to see the true face of the person in front of him, "Helietta...is that you?"
"What else do you want to say?" Chiba put the muzzle of the gun against old Charlie's heart.
"I...I really loved your mother back then..." Old Charlie held the muzzle of the gun in vain, "Forgive me...forgive me Henrietta..."
"I don't quite understand this kind of thing," Chiba smiled, "I just ask you, this opportunity for you to enter the livable area of District 3 was obtained by you from some mercury needles in the coalition government. , right? You made a deal."
Veins suddenly bulged on old Charlie's forehead.
"You told them that you might have guessed who the assassin was. Although there is no concrete evidence, because you gave the key clue of 'Volva', they are still willing to give you the opportunity to enter a habitable place. By then, everything will Interview'."
"Cough...cough...no...it's not what you think-"
"Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's bad for you to do this. After all, if you don't do this, I really won't be able to find you."
Old Charlie's face flushed, blood gurgling from his arteries, he opened his mouth to try to defend, but could not say another word.
"Actually, I'm still grateful to you," Chiba's smile slowly faded, "If you hadn't stolen a smuggling quota from the Valerie Communist Alliance and sent Hesta to a livable place, Then nothing will happen today - you have changed her destiny, and in a sense, mine.
"In return, I won't let your death be too painful."
Before old Charlie had time to feel more fear, the muzzle of the rifle had pierced his heart.
His right eye protruded and his face was ferocious. He could only watch all this happen.
Chiba pulled out the gun neatly, and old Charlie fell to the ground, blood soaking the carpet under him.
About two minutes later, old Charlie's body was thrown from the corridor on the second floor to the living room on the first floor. This sudden change frightened other people in the room to scream.
"I'll give you two minutes to pack your things," Chiba said solemnly, "In three minutes, I will set fire to this building."
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