"So why would you hang a book?"
After a while, Ain knocked on Zhou Li's door. Wearing white-rimmed glasses and a white pullover, the intellectual-style girl was half-leaning against the doorframe, her elegant cheeks full of doubts.
"The smart worker dared to mock his philanthropic boss. If I don't treat him properly, he would dare to ask me for a vacation next time."
Zhou Li poked the hero who was hanging from the ceiling with a wooden stick, and said expressionlessly: "All in all, this thing is cheap, and I'm furious."
"Forehead…"
After not understanding it for a long time, Ai Yin decided to adhere to the principle of "never ask more questions if you don't understand" and changed the subject: "Alyosha wants to see you for something."
"Oh, okay."
After hearing this, Zhou Li stood up from the chair, took off the Brave Exclusive and put it on his waist. He pushed open the door and came to the living room with Ain. In the spacious living room, Alyosha was already sitting on the sofa, holding the coffee that Eluma poured for her. His deep and beautiful facial features were filled with thoughts.
"Ms. Alyosha, I hope you are not frightened by what happened today."
Zhou Li sat opposite Alyosha, and only then did Alyosha react. She quickly put the cup in her hand on the coffee table, her face full of apology, her voice tight, and she could tell she was nervous: "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."
Ayin sat next to Alyosha and gently held her hand to let Alyosha relax. The reason why she was so nervous was because she was not ready to meet Zhou Li. After all, in the parliament, Zhou Li was described by those members as the scourge of Khorne who "mortals believe in demons, and demons believe in brave men." After all, the devil deceives people and gives you some sweetness, but Zhou Li is different. He first takes the sweetness from you and then lies to you.
Therefore, although this trip was said to be a ride on the brave airship, Alyosha was not prepared to meet Zhou Li. In fact, she is not stupid. The reputation among the common people alone is enough to prove that Zhou Li is not a real devil. Not to mention that he blocked the invasion of the void in Muqi and prevented the arrival of the ancient gods in Jordan, which further reflects his...
It is indeed a disaster in a sense.
In fact, Alyosha didn't want to see Zhou Li, mainly because her visit this time was purely personal. She felt that visiting Zhou Li as a small member of the Council would be seen as evil in the eyes of outsiders, and it didn't mean much to her. So she paid her share of the airship fee as usual, only saving herself a lengthy cross-border review.
But what Alyosha didn't expect was that the sleep-to-death syndrome caused by her seasickness and fear of heights would cause her to make a big mistake at the airport, causing Zhou Li to have to pick her up in person. Now, she had to thank Zhou Li for his righteous deed.
"As Ain's friend, you can also be considered my friend. A small favor is nothing to worry about."
Zhou Li waved his hand. They were all old acquaintances from the past life anyway, so helping him was nothing. Besides, even if he didn't go, Alyosha and Ain could still solve the matter.
"Thank you for your generosity. I...have something to tell you."
Alyosha hesitated for a moment, but she still gritted her teeth and took out a box from her waist. It was a rosewood box with a pattern like an eagle's eye carved on it. She pushed the box in front of Zhou Li and said to him:
"I'd like you to take a look at this thing."
"Um?"
Zhou Li was stunned for a moment. The pattern on the box gave him a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't recall it. He took the wooden box, placed it on the table, and opened the lid.
A revolver.
Yes, revolver. The most basic thing is also the most trusted companion of those western cowboys, a rusty revolver.
This revolver looks very much like the Colt M1873 single-action revolver on Earth, with a longer barrel, a metal front sight, and a slightly curved grip. But what is different from the 1873 nicknamed "Peacemaker" is that this revolver, which is placed in an expensive wooden box, is engraved with numerous spell arrays. At the same time, on the barrel of the gun, there are two engraved Universal text.
redemption.
Zhou Li looked at the pistol in front of him, and countless thoughts came to his mind for a moment. The reason is simple. In all the revolvers used by cowboys or detectives in this world, the magazines on those guns are spell engravings, not the revolver magazine in front of you.
Because in this world, there is no real gunpowder.
The black powder Zhou Li used before was not so much gunpowder as a substance filtered out by magic. There was no way it could be used to make controllable firearms. The revolver in front of Zhou Li, regardless of the numerous spell arrays on it, was a gunpowder-fired revolver.
"This is…"
Zhou Li looked at Alyosha, without revealing his emotions, but asked with great confusion: "Firearms?"
"Yes, it's a revolver."
Alyosha didn't know what Zhou Li was thinking. She looked at Zhou Li and seemed to have made up her mind and said to him: "This is the revolver left by my family. I want to give it to you."
"Why"
Zhou Li did not agree or refuse. He glanced at the firearm in the box and asked lightly: "Why should you give it to me? We haven't known each other for less than a month."
"I…"
Alyosha was a little hesitant. She looked at the revolver full of ancient atmosphere and said softly: "I saw your legion. They are equipped with firearms."
"Does it matter?"
Facing Zhou Li's doubts, Alyosha lowered his head and remained silent. After a long time, she raised her head and stared into Zhou Li's eyes, with a serious look on her face.
"Lord Brave, do you know my full name?"
Alyosha Stov, a special Tarik name, of course I know.
Although he thought so in his heart, it was impossible for Zhou Li to say that. He looked at Alyosha and shook his head.
"My name is Alyosha Morgan."
"My Magnum documents all have the surname Stoff. Only this time on the cross-border documents I filled in Morgan. But in fact, Morgan is my real surname."
Um?
Zhou Li was startled for a moment, Morgan?
Alyosha looked at the somewhat astonished Zhou Li and continued: "My great-grandfather once participated in the Tariq Uprising, but was later forced to flee the country due to some unknown secrets and fled to Magnum. In Magnum Glam, my great-great-grandfather changed all our last names to Stov and bought a manor in the countryside to isolate himself from the world.”
"And this pistol is my great-grandfather's relic."
Thinking of the old man who lived a long life but lived in pain, Alyosha's eyes were full of complicated emotions. She looked at the revolver and said in a deep voice: "My great-great-grandfather once left us two words. The first sentence was to prevent everyone in our family from setting foot in Tariq for fifty years after his death. The second rule is to give this revolver called salvation to the person it should be given to."
"What about the conditions? I mean, how to judge whether this person is the one who should be handed over?"
After hearing Zhou Li's inquiry, Alyosha licked his lower lip and replied: "My great-grandfather told us that this pistol can only be given to two kinds of people. The first type is those who are still alive besides us. The Morgan people living in Tariq. The second option is to hand it over to people like him."
"oh?"
Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked in a relaxed tone: "Is your great-grandfather a good man with a warm heart?"
"No, my great-great-grandfather was a villain."
In an instant, the originally solemn room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Only then did Alyosha react, waved his hands in a panic, and quickly explained: "No, I didn't mean that the brave man is a villain, I didn't mean it."
"Forget it, go on."
A black thread dragged the snickering Eluma to the sofa, and Zhou Li ravaged Eluma's delicate cheeks expressionlessly as a punishment. Alyosha pretended not to have seen it and continued to talk:
"My great-grandfather was actually a villain who wandered on the fringes of the law during the Tsarist Empire before he became Tariq. He established the Dead Eye Gang, which once ravaged the West, and robbed banks and imperial carriages many times. It was once nicknamed the [Dead-Eyed Demon]."
"Although my great-grandfather did all sorts of evil, including burning, killing, and looting, the only good thing about him was that he never killed innocent people indiscriminately. He only liked to rob the empire's wealth on horseback, kill other outlaws with revolvers in exchange for bounties, or fight with others. Other cowboys dueled. He never killed civilians and married like other outlaws. On the contrary, he preferred to help those civilians kill those who bullied them and get more happiness."
"Then, during a train robbery, everything changed."
Alyosha paused for a moment. That period of history was told to her by her grandfather personally. Even now, she is still fascinated by that period of history.
Alyosha's great-grandfather was named "Azka Morgan", an outlaw who liked to rob. Of course, Azka disdains being lumped together with those imbeciles who only know how to drink and kill. So after becoming famous, although Azka accepted the nickname of the Dead-Eyed Demon, he also announced that he was "overwhelmed by the spirit of freedom." "Got-headed cowboys" rather than outlaws.
This free cowboy traveled across the western part of Tsarist Russia relying on his ability to freeze time with one hand and accurately drive bullets into the enemy's skull. During those days, Azka became the most wanted criminal in the Tsarist Empire. The entire west may not know who the Tsar was at that time, but it would definitely not be unfamiliar with Dead-Eyed Azka.
He was such an unbridled and proud man, but his life changed because of a seemingly ordinary train robbery. On that day, as usual, he used gunpowder to stop a train full of magical tools. When Azka saw the piles of magic crystals and a huge processing lathe, he thought he had harvested the biggest fruit in recent years.
After dealing with the imperial soldiers who couldn't even hold their guns, Azka ordered his men to start counting the valuable supplies on the train. As a cowboy who doesn't like killing civilians, Azka did not kill everyone in the carriage like other outlaws. Instead, he chose to open the door, remove their weapons and hand them a few fast horses. , let them get out of here quickly.
The workers and engineers left here very obediently, but there was only one worker who was immersed in calculations at the table. He had been calculating something and was completely unmoved by the outside world. Azka still remembers that thin body leaning against the door of the carriage, staring at him, and angrily yelling at him in a thick voice that did not fit his appearance:
"I calculated the energy threshold right away, and you messed up all my data!"
At that time, Azka wanted to find something to wipe the magic revolver in his hand, so he casually pulled out a piece of paper in front of this man that was full of words. He thought that it would be of no use if it was filled up anyway, so it didn’t matter if I wiped the gun. Moreover, I am a robber and he was robbed. Can he still scold me?
After being scolded, Azka felt some absurd emotions in his heart, but he did not get angry. He stood there awkwardly holding a piece of papyrus stained with gun oil, scratched his head, and asked with a strange expression:
"What are you calculating?"
"The value of the second crystal that can unilaterally create energy without the flow of external mana."
After saying a professional word that Azka didn't understand at all, the young man seemed to realize that the person in front of him was evil. He took a breath and asked, "Are you a robber?"
"Dead Eye."
At this time, Azka regained his frightening confidence, wiped the barrel of the gun, raised his eyebrows, and asked with interest: "What? Afraid of death? Don't worry, I won't kill civilians, and the same goes for workers. "
"Why?"
However, what caught Azka off guard was that the worker did not choose to escape immediately. He just stood there, with the light of wisdom shining in his eyes, "Are you pitying these people, so you don't kill them?"
"mercy?"
Azka shrugged, "Not really. I just feel that civilian workers are quite miserable, and it wasn't you who killed both of my parents when I was a child, so I don't want to kill anyone."
"oh?"
After hearing Azka's somewhat vulgar and uneducated answer, the worker's eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Azka, looked at the magic pistol on his waist, and asked him a question with a smile.
"You want revenge?"
"The slave owner who killed my parents was hung in a cowshed by me when I was thirteen years old. After scraping two blood vessels, he bled for three days and died in the dunghill. Revenge? It's long gone. ”
For some reason, Azka was inexplicably not wary of the worker in front of him. On the contrary, he felt that this young man had a reassuring atmosphere about him. Azka wasn't too wary, so he leaned against the carriage and started chatting with the workers.
"You shouldn't be here."
The workers put away the toilet paper and did not leave. He looked at Azka, his brown eyes full of expectation, "Mr. Dead Eyes, don't you think it's not interesting just to rob the government of money?"
"Isn't this interesting enough?"
Azka smiled brightly, turned the magic revolver in his hand, raised his hand, and pulled the trigger. The soldier who was lurking next to the railway track and was about to blow him up with black powder was instantly shot in the head. He looked at the unfazed worker and said with a smile, "Isn't this exciting?"
"Mr. Dead Eyes, I can see that you still want revenge. It's just that after you killed your first revenge target, you didn't find a second revenge target."
Azka's face changed when he heard this, and he frowned and asked, "The second revenge target? Who is it?"
"The person who created people like you and me is also the source of evil in this land."
Staring into Azka's eyes, this thin man without any extraordinary power had a firm will in his eyes that Azka had never seen before. He spoke a word slowly with a heavy and powerful voice.
"The Russian Empire."
"Who are you?"
Azka raised his pistol vigilantly, stared at the man in front of him, and asked word for word: "Who are you?"
"Tarik Vladimir."
Tarik stretched out his hand, not afraid of the black hole's barrel, and smiled:
"An ordinary worker, nothing more."
