Julius looked at Mulder, who was smoking the hookah leisurely, and suddenly asked, "Why did you gamble?
I don't think you're someone who would risk your life for money. "
It was not strange for Julius to have such a judgment. If he was an ordinary gambler who participated in gambling for money, he would not squander his money like this. First, he gave most of his money to Julius, and then he spent it in the hookah shop.
As a gambler, his extravagance was a little abnormal.
Mulder took a deep puff of the hookah, and there was a dazed expression on his face.
He did not answer Julius' question immediately. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the sky.
He looked like he was puffing out smoke from the hookah, and the smoke slowly overflowed from his mouth.
After a while, he answered Julius' question, "It's just some lifestyle change.
This little money is not necessary for me. It's just a trophy to prove that I have won some victories. "
Julius thought so too. Although he did not have much experience, he had seen a lot and had his own experience. No matter how he looked at it, Mulder did not look like an ordinary person.
"You don't look like a person who lacks money.
But is it a good thing to gamble for fun? "
"It seems that you have a different view." Mulder laughed.
"You are indeed different from those who gamble with their money and lives. Maybe that's why you can win so much." Julius said, and then he took out the money bag that Mulder gave him.
The money bag was a little heavy, and it was hard for him to get used to it.
He had never received so much money before. The money that belonged to him was all dug out from the garbage.
He let go of the money bag, and it fell on the table between them. "I think this is not just the money of the banker …"
"When the money is in the banker's hands, it belongs to them, and no longer belongs to its former owner."
Mulder said, "Then I win the money from the banker. This is a very reasonable thing, don't you think?"
"But some people can't afford to lose," Julius said. "That's what you said."
"That's right. A banker who can't even afford to lose this little bit of money. What a joke."
Mu De seemed to have thought of something as he revealed a mocking smile. "What Zhuang Family? It's just that."
"Is that what you were thinking when you were being chased?"
"That's a different kind of mood.
An exasperated person is no different from a wild dog that bites anyone it sees. There's no way to communicate at all, "Mulder replied.
The two didn't spend too much time in the hookah shop. While Mulder was smoking his hookah, Julius ate something.
Perhaps it was because he had earned a lot of money from doing "good deeds," he was a little extravagant. He ordered some food that he would not normally consider.
When the two of them left, they slipped into an alley from the bustling street.
This time, it was still Julius following Mulder.
If they wanted to say goodbye and go their separate ways, they could do so at any time. However, Julius had nothing to do today, so he decided to continue following Mulder, who was a little strange.
Besides, Mulder didn't seem to have any intention of saying goodbye to him, so he wouldn't say that first.
"You really like to go to such remote places."
Julius said to Mulder, who was walking in front of him. "Do you hate those crowded places outside?"
"I like crowded places," Mulder said.
"I don't usually have the chance to come in contact with so many people. Living in a place that's so quiet that it's scary, I don't dare to think about anything else other than books and maps to distract myself.
In an environment that's too quiet, if I let my imagination run wild, I might waste time and my brain might go astray. "
What Mulder said was completely different from what he was doing now.
"But there's a lot of danger in crowded places," Mulder continued.
"In a crowd, you never know if there's a knife waiting for you under those people's robes."
Julius was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Mulder to have such an idea. "Is this also a dangerous place for you?"
Mulder laughed out loud. "It's just a joke.
There's another reason why I avoid crowded places … "
Just as Mulder was about to continue speaking, Julius, who was behind him, suddenly walked forward. He grabbed Mulder's shoulder and pulled him to the side.
His action was a little sudden, and his actions could be said to be very rough. Mulder, who was not mentally prepared, was pulled to the side like a little rabbit. He was violently thrown to the side.
Julius pushed him into a small alley with a dead end. This alley was very short and could only accommodate a few people. There was also a small closed door at the side.
Mulder, who was pushed to the side, rubbed the shoulder that was grabbed by Julius. He thought to himself that this kid was really strong. Just as he was about to complain, he saw Julius's slightly nervous expression and couldn't continue speaking.
The two of them hid in the alley. Mulder was inside while Julius observed from the outside.
"What happened?" Mulder asked in a low voice. "Is it those people again?" Mulder was referring to the bankers who wanted to go back on their word after he won the money.
Julius shook his head. "Did you offend others?" He only asked this one question.
At this moment, Lulunaka, who had snuck in, was at a critical moment in the old palace.
"Assassins?
How scary. So this quiet place can be disturbed by assassins. What a pity. "
"You really sound like you're not involved in this matter, thief," the Dark Elf said.
"I don't think that just because I want to steal something, I'll be treated as an assassin," Lulunaka replied. "And you don't treat me as an assassin, do you, Miss Dark Elf?
You still treat me like a thief. "
"This doesn't eliminate you as a suspect," the Dark Elf said. "You're still alive because I'm very curious how you managed to sneak in.
The guards in this place are all elites. If it was just a thief, he would've been discovered before sneaking in. But only you … could enter. "
"It's just some special techniques. It doesn't mean that I'm an assassin, right?"
Lulunaka laughed. "It seems that you're very sensitive to assassins. Did something happen?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
The Dark Elf pressed the longsword against Lulunaka's neck a little harder, leaving a red mark on her fair neck.
"Could it be that some distinguished big shot is no longer in this old palace and has disappeared somewhere?"
Lulunaka continued speaking, not at all worried that her words would provoke the Dark Elf.
In a sense, she was right.