The Journey In Marvel Magician

Mime private 514

"Who is eavesdropping?"

Ruolington slapped the table with a ugly expression.

Has the Naval Command been transformed into a convenient square? How can individuals come in and visit?

What about the guard downstairs? Is it the furnishings or blindness, or is it too boring to go home early to warm up the quilt on a rainy day?

Is it difficult to scream?

In case the outsiders are like Sparrow, they are all shameless guys... Isn't this deceptive?

When Rulington speculated wildly, the door was pushed open, and he walked into a man with a slightly short stature and fair and smooth skin.

If Lington dared to swear to the candlestick, he didn't know each other.

However, it is not difficult to see from the other party's clothing that this buddy may come from the empire.

Well, still a nobleman...

This time is good, the scene is always embarrassing when I was bumped into by a nobleman while secretly meeting guests with pirates.

Rulington, who had a hunch that he was about to be'retired,' was in a deep depression, and his face was dripping with ink, and it was a mess.

There is no need to think about killing people, since the other party can walk into the commander's office quietly, it is enough to show that it is not a soft persimmon.

He couldn't pinch anyway.

Don't kill people, do you think you have such a good future?

I feel so wronged, I have to lose a lot of blood...

Rulington, who was about to suffer from a myocardial infarction, picked up his teacup, took a sip as if drinking, and then threw the teacup on the desk heavily:

...Ma Dan, it's all the scourge of patrol soldiers, but if you have a snack, how can there be so much trouble... It's decided, and I will shoot these negligent bastards a hundred times... ..

On the side, Sparrow saw an acquaintance who opened the door. His whole body became stiff. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the mark on his right hand, and said in a strange way: "Hey, why do I have such a familiar voice? It turns out that it is you... Long time no see, Mr. Beckett,"

"Lord, please call me Lord Roar, Lord,"

Beckett pointed to the wig he was wearing on his finger, indicating that he was wearing a wig not for keeping warm, but for the aristocratic class who had successfully entered the upper class.

...Cut, wearing a wig is a nobleman? What does it matter if I wear diapers? Is it a minor? ....

Sparrow curled his lips and glanced at the line of Musketeers outside the office.

Don't ask, these big-head soldiers are definitely Beckett's thugs.

Sparrow, who had a hunch that it would be difficult to escape from the front door, thought for a while, and walked to the window sill with a wine bottle and twisted enchanting waist. He looked at the height with his probe. While calculating whether the jump from a building is not irritating, he introduced to Rulington:

"This new noble gentleman works for the East India Company. He is worthy of the name. A reminder, this product and you are not a system, so you can always rest assured that you should eat and drink. drink...."

"I'm talking, this handsome guy and I once had a friendship that we remembered in our hearts, the kind of indelible mark we exchanged with each other..."

Speaking of this, Sparrow sat down on the window sill, looked at Beckett affectionately, and said: "My dear, for my sake, don't trouble Rorington, it's a success..."

Beckett hasn't said anything yet, Ruolington took a breath first: hiss~ I drop a good boy...

Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, Beckett, who seemed innocent and pure, was actually good at it.

Your circle is really messy.

What was even more unexpected was that Sparrow, who seemed sloppy and sloppy, had such an unknown secret history of love.

Who can believe it?

In particular, this secret history is still a romantic drama between males and males.

This is more exciting than sitting in the theater and watching a drama.

only.....

If Lington has a small question.

How do men and men leave a mark on each other? Is it tattooed on the other's name on the heart, or on the... secret lower body?

I’m curious.... Rulington, who is burning with gossip, only feels that his chest is almost burnt, and his eyes are turning on the X-ray function to patrol Sparrow and Beckett back and forth, looking for the secret again. Evidence of love.

Beckett knows that Sparrow is twisting the facts and throwing dirty water on him, really outraged.

However, his family knows what he is capable of, and his martial skills are unacceptable. He is no better than Sparrow.

Nothing.

Beckett narrowed his sharp eyes, as if smashing Sparrow with his eyes a thousand times.

As for explaining the cause of the matter to Rulington... Forget it, some explanations are just demonstrations, it's unclear.

Having said that, the unbearable past between him and Sparrow...not to mention it.

I will cry if I continue.

"Roar~suck~"

Beckett, who tried his best to suppress his temper, took a few deep breaths. After he calmed down a bit, he pointed at Sparrow with his chin, and commanded the soldiers proudly: "Grab him..."

After a pause, Beckett gritted his teeth and added: "Catch the life..."

"Bye bye you..." Sparrow had already expected this. He waved his hand and smashed the bottle at the soldier, waved goodbye to Beckett and turned over and jumped off the window sill.

As for whether jumping off a building will die, Regenerative Healing Factor understands.

Anyway, you can't die, you can play hard.

And since the Regenerative Healing Factor, Sparrow said that his waist was not sore, his legs were not aching, and he went up to the 8th floor in one breath without breathing.

I'm going.... Rurrington shivered at Sparrow's bravery, and then he walked along the window sill to look for'Spiro Meat Sauce', and said: "Mr. Beckett, your family is enough for men. Yeah, you dare to jump down... do you think that love is not worthy of nostalgia, and would rather die than eat the grass... or make up your mind that you will take care of the rest of your life when you can't take care of yourself?"

Beckett was trembling with anger.

If it wasn't for aristocratic demeanor, I really wanted to point to Ruolindun's nose and curse: Oh, please explain, what is "your man"...

The outspoken Rurrington stepped aside the soldier who was struggling to hold back his smile, and when he realized that he was in trouble, he smiled and gave Beckett an apologetic look.

Originally, the underground love is not visible, this time is good, someone screams down, everyone present knows.

It is estimated that in a few days, the emperor will be crazy about Beckett's gender male, hobby male, and...

By the way, if Beckett is married, if it ends, I am afraid that there will be a fire in the backyard.

It is estimated that without spending three or five hundred taels of silver to comfort'Mrs. Beckett', the fire in this backyard will not be extinguished.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Suddenly, Rulington rubbed his eyes like a ghost, pointed to the looming figure in the fog, and said inconceivably: "Lord Beckett, your man...Uh no, it's Sparrow who is still alive and alive. Alive..."

"Impossible," Beckett retorted without even thinking about it, but he walked towards the window sill without hesitation.

The window sill overlooking the panoramic view of Port Royal is probably high enough for people with fear of heights to lie down in the ICU emergency room at a glance.

In his impression, Sparrow didn't have a fear of heights, but in the final analysis, people who are cunning like a fox are just ordinary people, and there is no reason why they can't die.

If fate is too hard, it makes sense to break a leg.

Can....

Beckett was stunned to see that not only was there nothing wrong, but Pidianpidian gave him a kiss from Sparrow.

When Sparrow disappeared into the mist, Beckett slapped himself.

"Smack~"

Hiss~ It hurts.....

Beckett rubbed his swollen cheeks, and fell into confusion: it hurts, which means it's not a dream...but what happened just now? Sparrow evolved into Superman? There's no reason, it's unscientific...

Ruolington saw Beckett's self-harm because he was annoyed by not being able to talk to Sparrow by candlelight, and quietly distanced himself from Beckett:

I also said that it was not your man, and I gave them all kisses. Do I have to catch the rape in bed to admit it? .... Nobleman, haha, dare to do it but dare not recognize it, I despise you.....

Also remind you, brother is not your dish, don't crawl into my bowl...

Beckett, who understands what Rulington wants to express, only feels liver pain: Madan, it's endless, right...

"Cough~cough~"

Beckett gave a dry cough, stepped directly over the sensitive topic, took out a document from his arms and handed it to Rorington, saying solemnly: "This is an arrest warrant issued by the Queen..."

As he said, Beckett glanced at the soldier behind him.

The soldier said nothing but took out his shackles and stood behind Rulington.

"The charge is..." Rulington didn't even look at the arrest warrant, and thought a little bit: "Importantly using the Queen's name and forging the amnesty order?"

"Yes," Beckett shrugged.

If Lington smiled slightly, he sat back at his desk and made tea calmly, saying: "First, you can't have evidence about the amnesty order... Second, except for the arrest warrant, you have it in your arms. There is also a pardon from the Queen..."

After making two cups of tea, Rulington stretched out his hand and gestured to Beckett to sit down and talk slowly, and smiled: "Don't doubt why I guessed this... It's very simple, the Rulington family's influence in the UK. It's not small, even if there is no false accusation, I can't be sent to jail...Secondly, the gadgets I sent to my hometown have already been signed for..."

Baker nodded characteristically and said: "If the gadget you are referring to is a magic item, I can tell you clearly that it is indeed signed. It is a pity... the confidentiality work is not in place, and many senior executives now know this."

Give way? House thief? ... Rulington was silent for a while, and continued: "Unless the head of the patriarch is kicked by a donkey, he will not give up the chance of family rise for the sake of the queen.... And I, as a bridge between the family and the magician Bridge, do you think the value of my existence is to give up when you give up?"

At the end, Rulington knocked out the arrest warrant and said with certainty:

"So I guess there is an amnesty order behind this arrest order. Its purpose... I guess the queen guessed that I knew a ‘wild’ magician, and wanted to force me to match and make him loyal to the royal family..."

After a pause, Rulington stared directly at Beckett and said in a low voice: "Or you and the East India Company behind you guessed that I still have a number of magic items on hand and want to use an arrest warrant to force me to surrender it. Or help you want to get past me and talk to magician directly."

Beckett's face gradually stiffened.

The color of the underpants can be seen clearly, how to play...

After thinking about it for a long time, Beckett took out a few documents from his arms and said: "Let’s talk frankly and honestly..."

"This is your amnesty order...This is an unsigned amnesty order. You can rest assured to write it on the reward order... As for the last copy... the'Private Permit'," There is also no signature."

If Lington cast aside his ‘Private Permit’ and asked, "What do you want?"

"Very simple, I want to meet this ‘wild’ magician."

Beckett said in a tone that could not be denied.

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