After getting to know the strange man named Mulder, Julius continued to follow him through the alleys.
He didn't understand why he was so passive. He was clearly implicated, but in the end, not only did he help this guy, but he also didn't seem to have any complaints about it.
However, although he still didn't know what kind of person Mulder was, at least he wasn't a bad person to the core … At least that was what Julius judged. Mulder would at least thank him, and he understood that helping him shouldn't be treated as a free lunch.
Julius, who was following behind Mulder, looked at his back and asked, "What did you do to get chased and beaten up?"
He didn't say that Mulder was being chased because he didn't feel any murderous intent from the two men. At most, they were more ferocious — although they had sharp machetes hanging from their waists.
"I told you, it was gambling," Mulder replied. "It's just that some people can't afford to lose."
"That's why I asked you what you did." Julius frowned. "Did you cheat or owe money?"
Mulder turned around and spread his hands at Julius with a helpless look. "Both … But it wasn't me. It was the banker who did it, and I'm the victim.
The only problem is that I won against the banker who cheated. Do you know what this means? "
Julius still couldn't believe it. With a suspicious look on his face, he asked, "You won against a cheater?"
"Not only did I win, but I also exposed the banker's trick." Mulder smiled. "Do you know why there were only two people chasing me?
Because I wasn't the only gambler in that place. There were many people who were addicted to dice and couldn't extricate themselves from it. They were hopeless.
When there was a reason to explain why they lost to the point where they didn't even have a future, they would throw caution to the wind and resist. Even if the banker didn't cheat, with their ability, they would still be squeezed dry of their wallets.
The Zhuang Family cheated because they couldn't stand me anymore. "
After saying that, Mulder patted Julius's shoulder. "Without you, I might have been in trouble. I would never come to such a shabby place..." Mulder suddenly paused as he shook his head. "Let's find a place to sit down and rest."
It was obvious that Mulder didn't want to say something, but Julius didn't feel that there was anything wrong.
Everyone had their secrets, not to mention this stranger whom he had just met.
When it came to secrets, he felt that he was the best at dealing with them. Whether it was Lulunaka or Romuona, he always felt that the two of them were hiding something from him.
It was just that Romuona gave people the feeling of a veil, while Lulunaka was like a heavy fog. Not to mention not being able to see her, even touching her was very difficult.
Thinking about the fog, he remembered his first adventure. He had lost himself in the thick fog and lost some things …
Julius followed Mulder and finally came to a place where people could smoke hookahs.
Mulder threw a shriveled money pouch to the manager and found a place to sit down casually.
"You're really generous." Julius sat opposite Mulder.
"There wasn't much money in that money pouch, so I just spent it all."
Mulder rolled up the long sleeves of his robe and let out a long sigh as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. "Those bastards chased me for a long time and I was almost caught by them.
If it weren't for a warm-hearted person like you, I would have been in some trouble. "
"Haven't you always been in trouble? It's just that I helped you solve it," Julius said.
Mulder nodded. "That's why I gave you most of the money.
I was the one who made the money, but I didn't think that I couldn't bear the risk of making the money. A gambler can lose, but a banker doesn't seem to think that he should lose.
You're the one who solved the risk, so there's no need to discuss who should give the money to whom. "
"You're really generous," Julius said. "It's a lot of money."
When Julius took the money pouch, he weighed it and was sure that there was a lot of money in it. Even if it was only copper coins, it was still a substantial amount of money.
"I don't plan to use gambling to earn my future and fate. To me, it's just a rare pastime," Mulder replied.
At this time, the manager had already delivered the hookahs. Looking at the quality of the hookahs, at least he was sure that the money pouch he had thrown to the manager just now should be enough to satisfy the manager.
Looking at Mulder skillfully lighting the hookahs and taking a quick puff, Julius was sure that this person was from the Crescent Empire, although he looked a little strange.
"Aren't you going to smoke?" Mulder pointed in front of Julius.
Julius looked down and realized that the manager had also given him a hookahs.
He shook his head. "I'm not used to this." He did try smoking the hookahs before, but he was choked by the strong smell.
It was not the smell of ordinary tobacco after being burned. It was like inhaling a mouthful of thick fog, and then the fog had the strong smell of tobacco and other strange fragrances.
He could not imagine how the New Moon people, who smoked the hookahs as their daily pastime, looked like their noses were made. Could this thing really make people feel relaxed?
"It seems that you're not from the New Moon," Mulder said.
"But when I saw you for the first time, I knew you weren't from this country." Mu De took another puff, "But when I first saw you, I knew you weren't from this country."
Julius remembered what Lulunaka said to him. "I don't know. Someone said that I don't belong to the King's Castle. I should be a resident of the Crescent Empire.
She suddenly said this to me, but I don't feel anything.
When I come to this place, it's like coming to a distant and strange world. Other than feeling fresh and surprised, there's nothing else … It feels like I'm back home. "
Speaking of this, Julius realized that he was a person without any religion. Whether it was the God of Light or the Moon God, he was not familiar with them, and he had no piety to speak of.
He did not want to talk about this kind of thing. It was not something worth talking about for his mission.
Mulder looked at Julius and studied him for a while before asking, "Someone said that you're from this country … You're from another continent, right?
Where were you born in the King's Castle? "
"A place further north."
Julius did not expect that there would be a time when he would talk about his hometown. It was not something to be proud of, and he had been away for a long time, long enough for the villagers to think that he had died in the forest … That was where his childhood, bitter and difficult memories were.
"Then it's not strange." Mulder continued to smoke his hookah. "You're indeed a citizen of the Crescent Empire. There's no mistake about that."
Mulder did not speak again, as if he was deep in thought.
Julius looked at him smoking his hookah and thought of Lulunaka who laughed at him for not being able to smoke a hookah.
Lurunaka could smoke the hookah skillfully, but it was really strange for her to smoke the hookah in this manner.
While Julius was thinking about Lulunaka, Lulunaka was held by a sword at her neck, unable to move.
"You said you're a thief, but I don't think so."
The dark elf was still holding Lulunaka down. "Your calmness is really suspicious. How can a little thief be as calm and relaxed as you?"
"It's already like this. If I panic, you might just kill me."
Lulunaka laughed. "Since I'm not killed immediately, I probably won't die yet. Then … relax a little and wait for death."
"I don't think that's the attitude of a thief," the dark elf said. "A thief or an assassin?
Which side will you admit you're from? "