Chapter 27: Custer - Rhine

  Name: Choi Seung-rim.

  Birthplace: Domingo, Viseu, Jo?o Neiva

  Age: 48

  Race: Pure Human.

  Faith: Wide-ranging shallow faith (Earth Mother Goddess, Messenger God, Traveler and Road God, Ronin Guardian Deity.)

  Experience: Born in 4209 GD, enlisted at the age of 18 as a conscript soldier and trained as an elite scout, retired after 4 years due to injury. Worked as an armed guard on a transoceanic luxury liner, became a wandering warrior after losing his job with the outbreak of the global war. Arrived in Whitesand City three days ago with daughter Adela-Rheim, immediately imprisoned for public robbery.

  ……

  "Mr. President Evina, Mr. Solace, what do you think of this Trister Rhyme?"

  As Marlon handed over the two criminal registration forms, obtained through Sergeant Bernard, to Evana and Solace respectively.

  "What does this guy look like?"

  Saul spoke first.

  "I went to see him and almost thought he was a poor and decrepit old holy warrior."

  Since he has obtained Custer's data, how could Marlon not have conducted an investigation?

  In fact, after unintentionally learning about this Truster-Rhyme from Sheriff Bernard last night, Malone had already launched an investigation - of course, to comfort the two little ones, Amy and Anvi, by going to the police station to "visit" Truster-Rhyme was something Malone only completed this morning.

  "With a rich life experience of wandering warriors, and also with a good complexion bestowed by heaven..." After hearing Ma Long's words, Sol suddenly showed a smile, and he, who had already shaved his beard clean, took out a contract from his bosom: "What are we waiting for? It's time to bail this old guy out of the police station!"

  Saul had no choice but to rush, for every passing day meant a significant reduction in his assets.

  The bank run triggered by the bombing and robbery case has been continuing.

  As for whether Crysler-Rheim would be willing to be the key figure in the "Three-Win Plan", Sol didn't worry at all. In his view, dealing with a guy like Crysler-Rheim who was so down on his luck that he had to resort to street robbery only required spending a not-too-large sum of money and using a contract signed by Yorahan to completely settle the matter.

  What's more, according to the intelligence that Ma Long has just revealed, Cui Si-rim also has a daughter named Adela, which can also be used to coerce Cui Si-rim into joining - if this old man doesn't know what's good for him.

  "Go take a look is okay, but absolutely not now, we must wait patiently until night falls."

  Eva raised an eyebrow, how could she possibly go along with Sol's idea and expose this obvious hoof?

  At least Evanna was certain that Old Gavrelle-Raile had always been lurking in the shadows, watching her every move.

  For two days in a row, they came to Sol's place with a swaggering attitude, not to let Old Gavrelle-Raily uncover Marlon's "Three-Win Plan", but just to release the smoke bomb that confuses Old Gavrelle-Raily!

  Sauls was ultimately a blood relative, and his long life allowed him to instantly understand Eivana's intentions. Although he was still very anxious, he had to hold back.

  "Well, I'll go back first, there are nine big manuscripts waiting for me to write..."

  Malong didn't mind, since both Evna and Solas thought it was fine, he naturally stood up to bid farewell.

  For Ma Long, in his so-called "Three Wins Plan", he is the one who takes the least risk and ultimately benefits the most. Even if the plan fails halfway, he can still get a lot of benefits, so he really doesn't rush at all.

  Of course, Ma Long would not harm Evana and Solace either. His three-win plan was indeed a win-win situation for all parties involved. If the plan succeeded, Evana and Solace would also gain greatly; otherwise, why would they be willing to participate?

  "I'm also leaving now. I need to go back to the publishing house to coordinate and prepare for the next printing work, otherwise it will be too late if we start after Ma Long sends all the manuscripts!"

  Malong is leaving, and of course, Evna won't stay alone. She wouldn't dare to face Solas, a blood elf, by herself - the blood elves are not just book lovers, they're also skilled at luring young women into a world of desire, something Evna knows all too well.

  "Alright... I'm going to arrange for the relocation and reconstruction of the bank's headquarters on Banmu Avenue, and you'll see this news in the Baisha Morning Post tomorrow."

  Saul said this with a somewhat lackluster tone.

  It was not because he had lost the opportunity to tempt, but because Solzhenitsyn himself was a staunch believer in the doctrine of "seeing is believing".

  ……

  Leaving Thors' mansion, Marlon didn't head back to White Oak Street but instead gritted his teeth and boarded the crazy rail steam bus again, spending almost an hour and a half before arriving at the slum police station on the verge of vomiting.

  Slum Police Station, except for an undead part-time security guard in charge of night watch, there is only Bernard who holds all positions including police chief, deputy police chief, patrol officer and household registration officer.

  It's daytime now, and the undead cop isn't around; there's only Chief Bernard in the police station.

  "You little brat, didn't you go to the publishing house? How did you end up back here again?"

  Seeing Ma Long walk into the police station, Bernard found it somewhat strange.

  "Uncle Bernard." Marlon called out first, then handed over one of the three portions of toasted sausages sandwiched in bread slices he had bought at a bakery in the slum to Bernard: "Here's lunch for Uncle Bernard."

  Bernard glanced at the two slices of bread with sausage that Marlon still held in his hand, then turned his head to look in the direction of the police station's detention room. He shook his head with a bitter smile: "You little scamp, you're really good at causing trouble... Never mind, Uncle is going out on patrol!"

  "Thanks, Uncle Bernard!"

  Ma Long naturally understood that this was Bernard providing him with the convenient conditions of being close to the detention room, that Trister-Rhyme.

  Bernard nodded, picked up the strong cowboy-style police cap beside him and put it on, bent down and left a sentence in Marlon's ear: "Remember, whether you want to help him or use him to do things for you, be careful! These declining wandering warriors are not what they seem, the older they get, the harder they are to deal with!"

  After patting the horse, Bernard calmly and straightforwardly walked out of the door.

  Malong wants to make things happen, Bernard won't stop him. In his view, Malong, who is "already 14 years old", has reached the age where he can fight for his own future independently.

  This world is not a comfortable Earth!

  In this world, if you want to survive and live better than others, how can you not strive and hone your skills at the age of 13 or 14?!

  Turning to watch Sergeant Bernard walk away, Malone carried the paper bag with two meals left and walked to the outside of the detention room door made of thirteen thin steel bars welded together.

  In the cramped cell, an old man with disheveled and dirty white hair sat, but had a face that looked very just at first glance.

  Just as Marlon said before, the old man in the detention room was like a declining holy warrior who had fallen into trouble and lost his way, rather than an obvious robbery suspect - yes, he was Custer Rhyme.

  "Eat?"

  Ma Long patted the paper bag and asked Cui Si-rim in the detention room.

  "Why don't you eat?" A big hand full of calluses, without any courtesy, stretched out from the cage: "I'm just hungry now!"

  As he passed the food through the narrow iron door, Malong saw a pair of turbid eyes with a hint of cleverness in them.

  "Speak up, what do you want me to do for you? Although I'm old and frail, as long as I've had enough to eat, I can still easily take on at least four of those Foxes tribe police chiefs who just went out."

  While devouring food like a wolf, the imprisoned Chreist-rim was vigorously promoting his own martial arts.

  Crist-Rem was well aware that the half-breed elf boy who stood outside his cell, handing him food, had ulterior motives and wanted to use him for something.

  Being used by others is not a bad thing, because it at least shows that I have value in being utilized.

  There is value in being exploited, so you can at least get by and eat, without being forced to take risks or starve to death.

  This is a very simple survival logic, which Cui Si-rim had understood long ago.

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  That's all for now, there will be a second update at 12 midnight, yeah... that's it.