Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 189 1, a family of three?

The sound of auction bidding continued in his ears, and apart from occasionally saying a few perfunctory words to Ivan who kept talking to him, Dotore never once glanced at the first floor which was already bustling with activity.

Before coming to the Crolia Tavern, he already knew what had been going on here.

It is winter now, and many places are still filthy. Those at the bottom of society are powerless to struggle and have given up struggling long ago.

Dottore didn't care...at all.

When I entered here, I was already able to guess the distribution of the buildings here, and the purpose of today's trip has been achieved.

What he had to do in the coming days was to follow the instructions and step by step remove the nails that the Krolia Tavern had buried deep in the winter. As for the innocent people he saw in the process, it had nothing to do with him.

Facing Ivan's smiling face, Dotore felt a sense of disgust.

He didn't realize it before, but after seeing the purest and most moving eyes in the world, he began to hate those hypocritical people and didn't even want to put on an act.

His red eyes were dark as he rejected the man and woman that Ivan brought with him.

"Mr. Ivan, some things should be left to those who are interested."

Ivan kept smiling as he turned to look at Sandone, who had his head bowed in thought.

"Master Puppet, how about these two, please accept them?"

Sandoni was thinking about a difficult problem, his pursed lips revealing impatience. He looked up and saw two frightened people in front of him. He was about to refuse, but changed his mind after seeing that their hands and feet were frozen purple.

"If you give it to me, then I can decide where they go, right?"

Ivan smiled and nodded, "Of course, it is their honor to have the opportunity to serve Master Puppet."

"Then let them follow me."

Standing up by the chair, Sandonie reached out and brushed the hair on his cheek, "Thank you Mr. Ivan for your hospitality. The Krolia Tavern is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. In the future, please take care of me, Mr. Ivan."

Ivan touched his chest with his hand and said, "Of course, you are always welcome to visit us."

The party was still going on on the first floor of the Crolia Tavern, but the gorgeous and luxurious carriage had already slowly driven out.

Ivan bowed his head slightly and said, "Send the two executive officers away."

Dotore had already gone up, leaving Sandone to nod slightly at Ivan.

"Mr. Ivan, please go back. We had a great time today."

After some greetings, the carriage slowly started moving.

Sandoni closed the curtain and collapsed on the seat as soon as he touched it.

"I am so exhausted. This job is more tiring than killing people or setting fires. Ivan is really an old fox. He invited so many forces to the auction. It is not easy to touch him."

Dottore glanced at her and said, "I thought you were satisfied with the service here."

Sandoni rolled his eyes ungracefully. "If we don't take them away, what will happen to those two people? It's bloody just to think about it. Take them back and ask someone to investigate. If there's no problem with their background, keep them in the camp and give them a job to make a living. Isn't it better than being tortured to death?"

"Mr. Puppet is really kind-hearted."

Dotole pursed his lips, closed his eyes and rested after he finished speaking, without saying anything else.

When the puppet saw Dotole closing his eyes, he could no longer maintain his calm expression and his face wrinkled.

She knew very little information about Xiaojiu, and the young man whom she had just glimpsed was now missing. How could she stop him from meeting Dotore?

The more he thought about it, the more headache he got, and Sandoni pounded his head.

No matter! Just keep Dotore in his room, and then have people strengthen the defense of the executive officer's residence, and don't let any strangers in. At worst, if there is work that requires Dotore to go out, I can do it for him.

I must keep the godson I just adopted!

As he wished, the carriage just stopped and Sandoni saw a small figure through the gap in the curtain.

"Ah! It's my son. My son is here to pick me up!"

Sandonie jumped off the carriage lightly, rushed to Xiaojiu impatiently and picked him up.

"Little Nine Darling! Did you miss me? You are so good, are you waiting for me here on purpose?"

Xiaojiu's eyes met Dotore behind Sandoni. The expressions on the faces of the two men, one big and one small, changed in unison.

Xiaojiu was helpless and Dotole was speechless.

He could clearly feel that the person in front of him had good intentions towards him. Xiao Jiu didn't dislike it, but the emotion was too intense, making him feel a little at a loss for what to do.

His body stayed somewhat stiff in Sandoñe's arms, and Dottore walked closer, stretched out his hand and motioned to Xiaojiu, "Come here."

Not far from where the carriage stopped, Cheng Yan and Dadalia had quietly approached this heavily guarded place.

Tartaglia poked Cheng Yan with his finger, "Hey, do you know where this place is? Why does it feel like there are more guards and it's more dangerous?"

Cheng Yan shook his head directly, "I don't know where this is, but once we get close to here, the people following us will be a little restrained."

Tartaglia understood, but felt that hiding like this was not a solution.

"Hey, I saw that you're pretty good at fighting just now, why don't we go and take care of those guys? Hiding all the time is not a solution, we haven't done anything wrong."

Cheng Yan was about to respond to him when a carriage suddenly drove up in front of him. He quickly pulled his people into the dark to hide. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look in the direction of the carriage, but saw a figure that had been haunting him.

The sky-blue hair was extremely eye-catching, and the tall figure was exactly the same as in my memory.

“Great…”

"Huh? What did you say?" Dadalia didn't hear clearly and looked at Cheng Yan with confusion, but saw that the person who had been normal just now was staring at one place as if he had been possessed.

The man with sky-blue hair took a child from the petite woman's arms, and his actions were very intimate. The woman seemed to hit the man coquettishly.

They look like a happy family of three.

"That's a family of three, right? Are they people you know?"

The heart-wrenching words rang in his ears. Cheng Yan turned his head and glared at Tartaglia, "Nonsense, they don't look like a family of three at all!"

Tartaglia was puzzled. "They are so close. Apart from being parents and children, is there any other possibility?"

Cheng Yan still stared at him, his eyes were wide open, but the corners of his eyes had turned red.

How is it possible? How could Zanzan suddenly have a wife and children...