Cosma Empire

Wood has seen the balloon, and I heard people say the metaphor, saying that when someone is dying, it is like a balloon that has broken a hole, and soon the gas will leak. He thinks this metaphor is not quite right. To be more imaged, a person is like a bag full of wheat kernels. If it is fatally hurt, it is like tearing a small mouth on the bag. Mai Ren will be sprinkled out of the bag, very slow and fatal.

His hand has been a little trembling, like losing a bag filled with wheat kernels, and it has dried up and is no longer full. He pressed one hand on his stomach, and a stream of hot air sprang in his palm. He opened his hand and glanced at it, his glare red. He took a step or two and hugged the lamppost in front of him. The bright red palm print left a twisted smear on the gray lamppost.

“Oh, my God, what’s wrong with you?”, a woman in a blue dress with a bright yellow sunhat stood in front of Wood not far away, she screamed, “Fast.” Come here, someone is hurt here!” In a short while, there are many people of all kinds, including beggar, roadside clothes, undressed tramps, and successful people in suits and suits.

They were either curious, satisfied, or surprised, and they all focused on Wood, but no one stood up, telling Wood what to do, or helping the poor guy.

The more blood is flowing, the weaker the body is. The weak legs are constantly licking the ground and want to keep their last trace of body, but the muscles have not been heard in the case of severe blood loss. He slid down the pillar and fell to the ground. Blood also poured from his mouth. His body twitched slightly, and there was a burst of exclamation in the surrounding crowd. The strict formation became somewhat scattered. .

The speed of convulsions is more and more frequent, and the interval between exclamations is getting shorter and shorter. It is a series of complicated changes that the body’s refinement signal is fed back through the central processing, but the stomach is smashed and shattered. The muscle tissue of the wound cut surface, all the feedback is just useless.

He felt cold and felt the line of sight becoming a little fuzzy and dim, as the children were born, the red fruit came to this world, cold, and helpless.

A young boy stood in the crowd and looked at the body that Wood had stopped pulling out. He lowered the hat and went into the pulse of the city with the onlookers who had no excitement to see it. It disappeared.

Wood died, and the onlookers made a quick sigh of seemingly mixed with a sigh, leaving only a tycoon on the street.

The news that Wood had died was spread throughout the city.

When Gothor was forced to jump off the building, he had to choose to use death to keep secrets.

Another person’s name was accompanied by the departure of these two great men and began to spread in the upper class. His name is Durin.

Everything has a clear goal. Maybe this goal is confusing, but the person performing it will never make a mistake. So some characters never waste time observing and examining the artificial illusions, but crossing this layer of false cover, looking towards the real key – the beneficiary.

As mentioned in the above sentence, all planned behaviors, of course, include some unconscious behaviors, which are beneficial to oneself in terms of the individual’s own demands. Wood is dead, Gothor is dead, so who has an absolute advantage in these two things? Is it Gothor’s men? Is it Wood’s men? Or is it a tycoon or a boss?

neither!

The beneficiary’s name is Durin, a name that was common a month ago, but has been remembered a month later, Durin.

He stepped on Wood’s body and climbed into the life of Peak, and he only did it in less than a month. In this month, he has done what many people can do with a little while. But now he still lacks a key identity, a key key, otherwise it is difficult for him to integrate into a higher society – position.

The position is not about his profession, not his attitude, but his political position.

New party?

Still the old party?

Everyone is watching him and waiting for him to make the final decision.

“We are businessmen!”, Durin slammed the table with his knuckles and returned to the newly renovated corner store. Everyone was very excited. It included members of the fellowship and re-titled. A member of the trading company of the Oriental Star.

Since Durin went to a slum, there is a legend in Guartian that may seem to be a joke to outsiders. This legend was originally circulated among the older Old Lady of Gualt, and gradually spread gradually, and it was gradually accepted by people.

“The resurrection of King Otello”, this is the core of this legend, the Old Lady with ample life experience and experience, made up a story of King Otello resurrection and continue to fight. In the story, King Otello returned from the World of the Dead, shredded the rotten curtain, created a brand new World, and all Guartians live happily in this world.

The story is in the metaphor of Durin, at least Durin himself thinks so, especially when he first heard of the story. But he smiled at it, at least it would not damage his reputation and his position in Guartian, isn’t it?

Under the impetus of the legend, many people think that it is a good way to work with Durin. If it is not for Durin, please do not absorb too much Guartian as much as possible. I am afraid that there are no people in the room at this time.

The faces of these young people are full of excitement and pilgrimage, Wood is dead, Gothor is dead, threatening to threaten Durin has been leveled, and nothing can stop Durin’s rise, they are among them One member feels proud, excited, and full of energy.

“I must reiterate that we are businessmen, not gangs, not those who are violent. We are law-abiding citizens and legal citizens of Star Empire!” After a few steps back and forth, Durin spoke again. “Our happiness is not It should be built on people’s fears, fear will only bring resistance and destruction, but respect can make us eternal. My father, an old-fashioned old guy, told me about how to make yourself respected by others. Today, I will share this trick with you.”

“That is…”, he dragged a long tone, attracted everyone’s attention, and then smiled and said, “You must have money!”