"Chief Angelina, what are you doing here?" Seeing that the person who came was Angelina, Des' tone of voice became unfriendly. He placed his hand warily on the hilt of the sword at his waist, squinting coldly. Looking at Angelina.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble." Seeing Des's appearance, Angelina didn't panic. She waved her hand and reiterated her purpose, "I'm just here to give you some advice. , why are you still using force against me?"
Although Angelina now looks harmless, this does not make Des relax his vigilance. He did not take precautions against Angelina because he accepted him. After all, he is now talking to Constance. The matter is confidential, and any leakage may lead to death.
"Mr. Village Chief, why are you here again?" Constance was much calmer than Des. He used his tightly wrapped right hand to signal Des not to do anything, and asked tentatively.
"No one stipulates that the village chief must stay at his desk to work all day, right?" Angelina closed the door gently, then spread her hands, patted her clothes, and sat down in Likang with a relaxed expression. On a straw pile not far from Stans.
Seeing Angelina's actions, Des frowned and put his hand back on the hilt of his sword just now.
"Haha, it makes sense. I wonder how much the village chief has heard outside?" Constance laughed twice, pretending to be relaxed, and lifted up two restless hairs in front of his eyes with his left hand.
"Probably, probably she's been outside from the beginning." Angelina looked embarrassed and scratched her face, but the smile on her face did not dissipate.
The fake smile on Constance¡¯s face suddenly disappeared, and her voice dropped.
"Then you know everything? Why don't you go to Lockark to report the news? There are "wanted criminals" from the Carlos family here."
"What nonsense are you talking about, Constance, although the village chief has some kindness to me, I will not hold back." Des couldn't sit still, stood up at once, and drew out his sword, although the injury affected him His action strength is less than 50% of what he used to be, but in his opinion, with such strength, it is still easy to deal with a weak woman like the village chief.
"Des, don't be impulsive." Constance glanced at Des and sternly stopped her, "The village chief hasn't told her why she's here yet. If she wants to tip off, she doesn't need to come in."
"Sure enough, I didn't let you come in in vain. Miss Constance, although she is young, she is still sensible. Trainer Des, I want to consider whether it is reasonable for you to educate the children of our village!" Angelina made a little joke about Des, "Didn't I tell you my purpose at the beginning? I'm just here to give you some advice."
"Oh," Constance seemed a little surprised, "The village chief is so confident? Do you think there is a way to solve our problem? You know that the Carlos family is not something that can be easily manipulated. How dare the village chief dare? Join us?"
The tense atmosphere dissipated in an instant. Seeing that the two sides seemed to be shaking hands and making peace, Des retracted his sword, rubbed his shoulders, and kindly reminded Angelina: "Mr. Village Chief, even though you are here He is the boss, but he is not the boss in Lockark!"
"Haha, Des, you are so superficial. How can the village chief who can make this small village what it is now be an idle person? Let's just listen to what she can do." Constance is not Des, she did not have any contempt for the village chief Angelina in front of her, and was waiting for her opinion.
"However, Miss Constance, after all, I was eavesdropping just now. I didn't hear it very clearly. Can you tell me the whole process verbatim?" Angelina lowered her head and smoothed the withered straw. Wrinkled clothes.
Constance had no choice but to tell the grievances between herself and Crawford verbatim, and then broke apart her current situation and the information that Des had discovered, and crushed it into pieces. He spat out all his analysis word for word.
Seeing Angelina's thoughtful look, Constance looked forward to her a little more. A woman under thirty years old could actually be entrusted with the fate of a village by an unrelated old man before her death. Constance Stans wanted to see how capable she was.
"It's very simple." After listening to Constance's words, Angelina pondered for half a minute, patted her thigh lightly, and said with a smile: "Miss Constance, tell me again what time Crawford was. If you look at the reason why I want to kill you, you will know the answer."
"Village Chief, because you have helped me, as long as you swear not to tell this matter, I will let you go, but don't waste time by scaring me here." Des was a little impatient. ,A warning was issued on a personal basis.
But Constance ignored Des's words, looked at Angelina with his eyes, imitated Crawford's tone, and said word for word: "We don't want to talk to you, but we didn't expect you to be so lucky. That's right Lockakla can't accommodate an eleventh-level hunter here, oh no, it should be said that Rawlins can't accommodate an eleventh-level hunter."
As Constance spoke, her eyes became brighter and brighter. When she said the last sentence, she suddenly stopped. She found a solution to the problem.
"Isn't it very simple?" Angelina raised her eyebrows and winked at Constance, "As long as you become a level 10 or level 11 hunter, then return to Lockark, and then become a hunter. Without prestige and status in the world, the so-called Carlos family is just a fat mouse."
Constance and Des looked at each other and exchanged glances, knowing what the other was thinking. "Ah, this method is easy to say, but" Des looked at Constance, who was injured and was only a second-level hunter. Although he was very confident in Constance's talent, for a tenth-level hunter, He is pessimistic about even the ambitious goal of becoming an eleventh-level hunter.
"Thank you, Angelina," Constance thanked her from the bottom of her heart. "That's it for now. I understand your kindness. This method is good, but it will take twenty years or even three years." It will only be possible in ten years, so go away and pretend that you have never heard of this matter so as not to involve you."
"Hey, Constance, we had a good conversation just now, why do you want to drive me away?" Angelina looked a little uneasy when she saw that Constance was about to see off the guests.
"Hey, village chief, you better stop interfering. This matter is Constance's business." Des reminded kindly again.
Constance nodded in agreement.
Seeing that both Constance and Des were like this, Angelina could only sigh.
But unexpectedly, after sighing, she actually sat down again, "I have no choice. I didn't want to tell it at first, but now I have to tell my story. After listening to it, you should accept me. I wonder if you want to hear it? ?¡±
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