Chapter 278 Don’t come over
“Guess.”
Grasso is very confident.
Milo almost laughed.
I have never seen such a tough thief in my life.
He stretched out his hand towards Grasso: "I told you, if you want to steal, just steal things from those noble manors, and don't take taxpayers' things randomly."
Although Grasso was extremely reluctant, he still He obediently handed the three gems into Milo's hands.
Milo weighed the gem in his hand that still had the other person's body temperature, and asked: "Have any been washed?"
"Not washed! The smell is too strong, I don't like it. Just give it back to me," Grasso responded coldly.
"That doesn't exist." Milo put the gem back into his pocket: "It's good that I didn't lock you up. I want to take it back. It's a beautiful idea."
"Then, never see you again."
Grasso said and threw the door panel at Milo's face again.
But Milo still maintained the action of holding the door with one hand, and Grasso couldn't pull the door panel at all.
She tried so hard but the door panel didn't move at all, so she simply gave up and walked angrily into the room.
"It's up to you. It's better if you want to stay here. No one will dare to harass me at night."
"Then you definitely can't stand at the door all the time."
Milo patted his windbreaker and walked into the room.
This is an extremely simple single room. You can't even see the bathroom. Utensils such as kitchenware and books are all piled on the same table.
But what should be said, the tidying up is quite neat.
“It’s not right for a person with extraordinary talents like you to be like this.”
Milo muttered. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find anything like a chair in the room. He simply pushed the things on the table to make a small space and put his butt on it.
The wooden table, which had been in disrepair for a long time, immediately began to creak and groan when Milo pressed it like this, and it felt like it might fall apart at any time.
“When did law enforcement officials start to understand the sentiments of the people?” Grasso was sitting there uneasy.
She wished that Milo, the god of plague, would leave as soon as possible, but it seemed that Milo had no plans to leave anytime soon.
"It seems that you are not a clever thief. If I had your ability, I would have to be the richest man in Nanwei City."
Milo glanced at the pots and pans on the table and teased Grasso.
The Shadow of Exile 7 people on the wall nearby gestured to Milo - "You really have this ability."
"I want you to take care of it." Grasso said angrily. He muttered: "Don't think you can manipulate me as you please once you hold the handle. You black crows are not welcome here."
"I don't know." Milo shrugged and put one leg up on the table. He looked at it and said absently: "I heard that the scholars of the church have established a shelter specifically for weird and special people like you. They have hundreds of ways to correct your physiological pathology, which is relatively better than The cremation method used to deal with witches in this era was more merciful, but it was not that merciful. You are so stubborn, you should not be afraid, right?"
"..."
As soon as Grasso heard the word church, the hairs all over his body stood up.
Devil, this guy is indeed a demon.
He actually wanted to throw me into the church shelter.
Damn thing.
……
But there was no way, her handle was indeed caught by Milo.
Just like what has been passed down from generation to generation, once you meet those who can ignore the talents of their race, the nightmare begins. Although Milo didn't have horns on his head, he was a living devil in Grasso's mind at the moment.
“What do you want?”
“I want to ask you a few questions.” Milo didn’t know how Grasso was speculating about him in his heart at this time. , he took out the thick pile of information from his pocket, flipped it back and forth a few times, and asked Grasso:
"Do you recognize anyone from the Derby family? Well - David Derby, or the White family of Innsmouth? To be precise, they cannot be considered a family. These two surnames have basically withered away in this generation."
"I don't know." Grasso replied without thinking.
"Think about it carefully. Your attitude determines whether you will be comfortable in the rest of your life. Don't be too decisive."
Milo shook the information in his hand: " Recall the memories carefully."
He tried to make the smile on his face look kinder.
But to Grasso, his face looked like a demonic smile, the kind that would eat people alive in the next second.
“I don’t know any Derby, but the White family in Innsmouth, if you ask any passerby in the slums, you can find out some rumors that this family is the descendant of witches.” Grasso Staring at Milo with anger and fear.
"Do you have anything to do with the White family?" Milo continued to ask.
"Who in the right mind would want to be associated with a cursed family?" Grasso replied matter-of-factly.
"Then there is none." Milo nodded, picked up a pencil from the table, sketched twice on the information, and then muttered incomprehensibly:
"That's weird."
"..."
Grasso tried to keep as far away from Milo as possible.
Milo was sitting on the table on the southeast side of the room, and Grasso simply shrank to the northwest corner and stood there, looking both cute and funny.
Milo shook his head:
"Have you thought of anything about the attack on us in the bank yesterday? Or, have you offended any powerful guy?"
In response to the question raised by Milo, Grasso She gave her answer very decisively:
"You!"< br>
"Hey, hey, let's be clear, you didn't offend me, you just took something you shouldn't have." Milo patted his pocket with three gems and said, "I mean, Who would want your life?"
"It's you." Grasso said without thinking.
Milo sighed helplessly, stood up from the table, put away the kind smile on his face, and also put away the information in his hand.
His face began to turn gloomy.
“If you are so uncooperative——”
He slowly approached Grasso.
The latter immediately shuddered.
"You...don't come over..."
...
I have to say that Milo's sense of oppression is full, especially when he has left Grasso with a After the impression of the devil, this professional black uniform and the blessing of the Shadow of Exile that was exerting invisible pressure, Grasso's legs began to tremble after just taking a few steps forward.
"What are you going to do..."
"What? Well - you know, everyone outside saw the law enforcement officer walking into this room just now, so no matter how you shout , no one dared to come over to check... You know, after seeing your body yesterday, I couldn't sleep all night, all I could think about was how you looked wrapped in banknotes, hehehe..."
"Help! Don't come here, you pervert!!!"
(End of this chapter)