Chapter 187 Chapter 187 I'm Unemployed Now

One pain seemed as intense as the other.I struggled to roll up the blood-stained sleeve on my right hand. The thread that sewed the pocket would break if I pulled it lightly, but the dried blood glued the opening.I poked it open carefully, making sure the powder didn't spill out, and didn't take it until they gave me more water, or I'd just gag from the bitterness of the powder.I continued to dial the line until I heard voices coming from the hallway. It didn't seem right that they were coming back to me so soon.I listened, this is not Emperor Zun, but no matter who it is, it must be inseparable from me.It was a very thick voice, a low trembling rambling, and the guard responded curtly in an unfriendly tone.Then there was another well-coordinated voice, and then the low voice started again, and it became louder and louder, with a distinct smell of gunpowder in the tone, and suddenly it turned into a roar.

"You are dead, Fitz! Hanged on the water, and your body will be burned!" It was Burrich's voice, an eerie mix of anger and menace and pain. "Get him out," bluntly yelled a guard, who was clearly from the interior. "I will, I will." I recognized the voice, it was Brad. "He just drank too much, that's all. He's always had it, and the kid in the jail was his stable boy for years. Everyone said he should have known about the kid, and said Maybe he just knew and didn't do anything about it." "Yeah," Burrich agreed angrily. "I'm out of a job now, too, you bastard! I'll never have buck embroidery again! Why, go to El, it's no big deal. The horses are gone, the best I've ever trained Damn fine horses, and they're all sent inland to a bunch of fools! The dogs are gone, and the eagles are gone! Just useless animals and a few mules, and there's not a single horse here that's mine! "His voice was getting closer and closer, his tone full of fury.

I struggled to climb to the door, grabbed the iron bars and looked out, but I couldn't see the guard posts, only their shadows on the wall.Burrich's shadow tried to move across the corridor, and the guard and Brad tried to pull him back. "Wait, now, wait a minute," Burrich protested drunkenly. "Wait, look, I just want to talk to him, that's all." A group of people rushed into the hallway, and then stopped again.The guard was standing between Burrich and my cell door, and Brad was grabbing Burrich's arm, he still had the scars from the fight, and one arm was still in a bandage, so he wasn't much. Can stop Burrich.

"Just talking to Regal before he disposes of him, that's all, that's all." Burrich's voice was low and slurred with drunkenness. "Come on, just for a while, does it matter? He's dead right now." He paused. "Watch it, it's worth it to you guys, look here." The guards looked at each other. "Well, Brad, do you have any coppers on you?" Burrich reached out and fumbled in his pocket, then took out the entire contents of the pocket and held it in his hand, a pile of coppers rained down through his fingers down. "Here, here." Then there was a sound of copper plates falling and rolling on the stone passage, and he spread his hands in a gesture of generosity.

"Hey, that's not what he meant. Burrich, you can't bribe the guards like that, or you'll even go to jail." Brad hurriedly bent down to apologize, and hurriedly gathered the scattered copper coins on the floor, and the guards were also I bent over to help, and then I saw a hand sneakily retracted from the floor into the pocket. Suddenly, Burrich's face appeared at my window, and we stood looking at each other through the bars.Sadness and anger collided on his face, his eyes were bloodshot from drunk, and his breath was full of alcohol.There was a hole in his suit, where he had pulled out the stag embroidery.He glared at me, his eyes widening in surprise.Our gaze froze for a moment, and I sensed some exchange of understanding and farewell, before he stepped back and spat hard in my face.

"That's your reward." He roared angrily. "For my life, for the life you took from me, every hour and every day I spend on you. You'd better lie down and die with the beasts, don't wait for the punishment. They Will hang you up, boy. Regal set up the scaffold, on the water, as the old saying goes, they'll cut up your body and burn it to the bone, burn it to nothing to bury Maybe he's afraid the wild dogs will dig you out again. You're going to be like that, boy? Buried in like a bone and let the dogs dig it out later? Better lie down here and die Come on!"

I backed away as he spat at me.Now I stand staggering away from the door as he grabs the bars and stares at me, eyes wide with rage and drunkenness. "They say you're good at wit, so why don't you just slip out of there like a mouse? Huh?" he said to me almost mournfully, resting his forehead on the bars. "It's better than being hanged, boy, and turning into a wild beast and running away with its tail in its arms, if you can... I heard you could... They say you can turn into a wolf. Well, unless you can, otherwise You're going to be hanged. Your neck will be hung, your throat will be choked, and your feet will be kicked..." His voice faded, and then he stared at me again with drunken, tearful eyes. "Better lay down here and die than be hanged." Suddenly he was angry again. "Maybe I can help you fall down here and die!" He threatened me through gritted teeth. "It's better to die at my hands than at Regal's hands!" He began to twist the iron bars, grabbing the door and shaking it back and forth to release the lock.

The guards grabbed him at once, yanking and cursing, but he ignored it, while old Brad jumped up and down in front of them and said, "Come on, come on, Burrich, you've said all you need to say. Come on, buddy, and stay out of trouble." They didn't let him go, but he himself suddenly gave up, his hands slipping to his sides.This was unexpected to the guards, and they all stumbled backwards while I grabbed the bars. "Burrich," my injury made it hard for me to say, "I never meant to hurt you, and I'm sorry." I took a breath, trying to end the bit of torture in his eyes with words. "No one will blame you, you have done your best for me."

He shook his head at me, his face contorted with grief and anger. "Just drop and die, boy. Just drop and die!" He turned away, but Brad backed away, apologizing a hundred times to the two exasperated guards who followed him.I watched them go, then watched Burrich's leaning figure disappear, and Brad stayed a little longer to make peace with the guards.