The Exorcist Boy: The Book of Conviction

Chapter 97 D. Campbell

"That's true."

"Four Fingers" nodded thoughtfully, as if he didn't see the other party occupying his position.

Instead, he stepped forward quickly to smoke a cigar, and put his hands in front of Snow, as if it was a matter of course.

"The top products in South America, would you like to try them?"

Snow waved his hand. He has never smoked.

But "Four Fingers" quickly took out a bottle of expensive red wine from the cabinet next to it.

Then he sneaked over in a hurry, wanting to pour it for him with a look of hospitality.

"You smoke and drink, please figure it out, I'm still a short time away from becoming an adult?"

Snow was amused by the other party, and he felt that the "four fingers" looked really interesting sometimes.

The other party smiled embarrassingly.

Isn't he afraid!

The group of people outside don't know what's going on with the young man in front of him, doesn't he know?

The young man in front of him started killing and dismembering corpses when he was a teenager, and a few years ago he was still an intelligence broker who wandered around with a bag on his back.

I remember when we met for the first time, the other party seemed not as tall as his legs.

It was still a rainy night, and he just planned to go to the Black Street Bar for a drink to see if he could get some more business.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the entire bar inside, and even the young man standing in the middle turned red.

At that time, the ground was so slippery!

You must know that this bar was the headquarters of the largest children's trafficking group in the entire British Peninsula.

After that night, among the more than one hundred people inside, there was not even one guy who could put together a complete set.

The scene was so bloody that his pants were wet at first.

Until now, he still remembered that the "grandpa" in front of him, who was full of blood, walked up to him, and then threw the machete into his hand.

"From today onwards, this is yours. Claim to the outside world that you will level this place by yourself, and leave the follow-up matters to me."

That was the most correct choice "Four Fingers" made in his life - he was so shocked that he nodded subconsciously.

Afterwards, things became logical. After he became famous, there were big figures behind him to support him, so that slowly, he also developed such a small and powerful gang.

In fact, at the beginning, Snow did not expect that this bear-like guy would be so timid.

At the beginning, he came here deliberately to take revenge on the group of underground gangsters who wanted to sell him, and he wanted to enter the Black Crow, so he had to practice his courage by seeing blood.

In the end, I happened to meet this group again, and the dirty things going on behind the scenes.

So the old and new grudges were counted together, and all these bastards were simply divided.

Anyway, there are no good people there.

Later, he used this industrial chain to practice from time to time, and gradually cleared away all relevant people.

After all, every human trafficker in the world should not have a house.

But when it comes to killing people, he has to find someone who is responsible, so every time he travels, he always drags this guy who looks like a thug.

Then he dumped the blame on him, letting everyone on the road know that these things were actually done by "Four Fingers" alone.

After all, the image of the other party is still very convincing.

As a result, slowly... things have developed to this point.

I didn't think about it, I have become the boss, this guy is still as timid as ever.

Every time he worked, he had to pee his pants.

Asked him to help drag the corpse, but the sole of his foot slipped and he got a big disfiguring scar on his face...

"Don't be so courteous, come, sit down."

Snow directly turned against the guest and motioned for the other party to sit down.

So the huge body of "Four Fingers" curled up on the sunken sofa, just like a child sitting on a small bench listening to a class.

Snow played with the decorations on his table, then looked at each other, and returned to the topic.

"Have you ever heard the word 'Campbell'?"

He heard this from Archbishop Jotun. Snow didn't know where the other party heard about it, but if it didn't work out, it might involve some secrets within the church.

So I can only find people outside to take a look.

Although the "Four Fingers" guy is timid, he is actually very knowledgeable. Whether it is memory or the messy knowledge reserves in his brain, he is far superior to ordinary people.

Sometimes, the other party's knowledge even made Snow doubt whether this guy was born as a scholar.

"Campbell?"

"Four Fingers" tapped his head with his arm as thick as a grown man's thigh, and fell into deep thought.

This is what I learned from the mouth of Archbishop Jotun, not information.

Snow had never heard of this word, because the composition of the word was awkward and the accent was strange.

It sounds like it might be a code name, or it might be a place name, or it might be a nickname given to cats and dogs.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Jotun may have said something wrong before he died, but after all, he still needs to check.

Snow wanted to understand, and to verify his own doubts that had begun to arise.

"Campbell... What a strange pronunciation, but it sounds a bit like a surname, Lord, do you think this word is incomplete!"

"Last name?"

"Yes, although his pronunciation is very strange, there are traces to follow."

"Four Fingers" scratched his chest hair, and then explained seriously.

"This thing seems to be a matter of accent, but if it is pronounced with the old nobleman's pronunciation...it will be much smoother.

Kan~bei~er! "

"Four Fingers" imitated a little clumsily.

This reminded Snow suddenly of a sentence, a somewhat funny and similar translation accent.

Like, "Oh, I really want to kick your ass with the toe of my boot" or something like that.

In the past, among the ancient nobles who had inheritance, they had to distinguish their bloodlines from ordinary civilians in order to show their nobility.

Therefore, they will have a set of pronunciation habits that are suitable for this class and are different from ordinary language.

"Campbell!"

If you use that kind of pronunciation to say it, it will be much more fluent.

But if this is the case, what that surname represents is not ordinary.

Because only nobles, or only great nobles, have this qualification, and at the same time, if the words are taken apart.

Then their initials are in line with some words with inheritance meaning in the special language of the ancient nobles, but in this way, this surname seems to lack something.

"Four Fingers" rubbed the center of his brows. He actually couldn't figure it out, because there is no one with the surname "Campbell" among the well-known big families in Europe.

"Master, wait a moment, I'll look for it."

"Four Fingers" suddenly had eyes lit up, and then ran to the front of his huge bookcase, rummaging through it earnestly.

Although he looks big and thick, he is actually a guy who loves to read.

"Since there is something missing, let's add it to him. According to the pedigree of the nobility's surname...D, it's D.

Should be this. "

"Four Fingers" held a tattered book, and excitedly placed it in front of Snow.

"If you infer the word you said based on your surname, it will be missing a part, but if you add a letter, it will completely conform to the language habits of nobles a hundred years ago.

D. Campbell.

This definitely belongs to an inherited noble surname. "

"D. Campbell? Doesn't sound like much!"

Snow repeated it twice, and it seemed a lot smoother to read, but he didn't think there was anything special about it.

"Four Fingers" smiled helplessly.

"Oh, lord, you don't know how troublesome the noble circle is. He can pull out such a surname for hundreds of years, and even a single letter in it has something to say.

And according to this book..."

"Four Fingers" put their fingers on one of the pages, signaling Snow.

"If the family's surname is not passed down, but just picked up randomly, then there will be no single letter in their name."

Even now, those families with inheritance in various countries, with individual letters in their names, are definitely famous. "

"Four fingers" stretched out his left hand, slowly retracted four of them, and then raised the only remaining thumb high.

"But the only strange thing is that in my impression, not to mention nearly a hundred years, even in history books, there is absolutely no one with the surname D. Campbell in the past thousand years."

"Four Fingers" scratched his head helplessly.

"Really never heard of it?"

"No, but it's definitely a noble surname."

Snow pondered for a while, then asked tentatively.

"Is it possible that in some struggles, it was deliberately erased by the big forces?"

"Four Fingers" pondered for a while, then nodded slightly.

"The possibility you said is correct, but if a noble of this scale can match this surname, it will be completely wiped out in the long river of history.

That's really too difficult. If you insist, only gods can make this seamless. "

Snow was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt that his heart missed half a beat.

"What did you say?"

"Ok?"

"Four Fingers" thought about it for two seconds, and then repeated it again.

"I said——only God can erase this kind of existence!"

"hiss……"

Snow suddenly took a deep breath. He didn't know why, but he just felt a little cold on his body, and he had a very bad premonition, as if he was in danger.

"do not talk."

Snow covered his mouth, then scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

Just when the other party had just repeated it for the second time, Snow felt as if he had suddenly plunged into cold water, and the hairs on his body stood up subconsciously.

"I feel something is wrong, starting today, let me rot everything you just said, thought, and watched.

When I didn't come, I didn't ask. "

Snow felt that the alarm bell in his heart was crazily warning him, and he didn't know if this was some kind of illusion.

But his intuition told him that he must not go on talking. He must be spying on the secrets of the world that should not appear, so this ominous intuition erupted.

D. Campbell, I remember the last name.

But Snow decided to stop his curiosity about it starting today.

He didn't want to get into any unknown trouble!

As for the "four fingers" covered by his mouth, he didn't even dare to breathe.

Although he didn't understand why his "grandfather" suddenly reacted so violently, he was definitely very discerning.

From the next second, he will not utter a single word about this matter.

After the ominous intuition in his heart slowly dissipated, Snow let out a sigh of relief.

"That's it for now, I'm hungry, let's get something to eat!"

Hearing this, the "Four Fingers" who had let go of his mouth grinned, and finally had a chance for him to express himself.

"Grandpa, that's easy to say."

Although he may look like a big and thick guy, his first hobby is reading, and his second hobby is eating and drinking.

After pulling such a big underground gang, Four Fingers is also very smart to set a rule for himself.

Only make black money, do not touch dirty.

So generally most of their industries are smuggling, gambling, or business that men understand.

Of course, the big head still has to be intelligence, but as for those outrageous things, he has never touched any of them.

It can be seen from the sky that the seniors in this bar before have been divided into pieces, and now it is doubtful whether there are any bones left.

Therefore, under the well-developed smuggling business of the Mafia, they can always get some good things.

Half an hour later, the solid wooden desk in front of Snow was filled with delicious delicacies.

"32-inch Norwegian Deep Harbor Blue Lobster, 55-pound Alaskan King Crab, and this... black gold caviar from the South Atlantic!!!"

Being able to get these things is considered a personal hobby of "Four Fingers". After all, there are some things he doesn't plan to touch, so he has to find a way to change his business.

Snow nodded in satisfaction, then tore off a leg of lamb and took a bite.

The taste is not bad, although the craftsmanship is not as good as Jieli, but the ingredients are more expensive than gold.

"You came here suddenly, otherwise, give me three days, and I can make something ten times better than this."

Four fingers patted his chest. It wasn't for him blowing, but for private fishing boats alone, he must have at least 800 men.

One-third of the luxury ingredients in the British Peninsula are purchased from him.

"I've already made a fortune to this point, what are you still doing in this black street?"

Snow took a mouthful of the shrimp head and asked curiously.

After hearing this, "Four Fingers" smiled helplessly, why else?
People who have been in the mud pit for a long time cannot adapt to the sunshine outside.

What's more, he also knows how much he weighs. If he really learns how to be a tycoon and stands on the stage, he will probably be seen through and killed in a few days.

He has always been very clear about himself, and being able to make a fortune to this point is purely a matter of luck, not because of his strength.

If it hadn't been for Snow at the time, with a watermelon knife in his hand, he would have chopped from Heijie East to Heijie West, and back from Heijie West without blinking his eyes.

Finally, the watermelon knife was handed over to him, otherwise he wouldn't be here today.

So it's better to be comfortable and be a black boss here, and make a fortune in the dull land.

"It makes sense, contentment is always happy, and I can rest assured that there will be no accidents when I cooperate with someone like you."

Snow knew that "Four Fingers" could be regarded as a guy with great wisdom, who made this kid read a lot.

Although he is just nesting in this dirty black street now, he is really a winner in life.

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