Kingdom's Bloodline

Thales repeated it subconsciously:

Constance.

Small catastrophe.

Escaped marriage.

and also……

"The tenth giant?"

"Huh huh," Morris smiled knowingly, then glum:

"I still remember that when we finally returned to the realm of stars after a lot of hardships, the small catastrophe proposed to get drunk as a farewell, so we sneaked into the wine cellar of a certain dog family. We cried and drank until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, we only discovered after sobering that the wine cellar she found was actually the material warehouse of the General Security Department of Gonghai City."

Thales raised his brows, remembering what Aunt Elise had told him about Constance\'s "glorious" past, and tentatively said:

"I heard that she is very\'lively\'?"

"Lively?"

Morris recalled the past and sighed helplessly:

"The Black Sword said that the Goddess of Sunset probably caught a cold while creating Constance. She missed her hand and dropped her soul into the prison river and washed it all over again. She could only pretend to be nothing, and quickly fished it out without God’s attention. Plug it..."

"For her and all the misfortune she made along the way..."

Morris\'s expression was mixed.

But he shook his head, decisively disconnected from the past and became solemn again.

Listening to what the other party said, Thales couldn\'t help but smile, and began to imagine the performance of his famous and unreliable aunt and the wandering "big nine".

But when he thought of the cold stone urn in Canxing\'s tomb, his smile disappeared.

"So this is your encounter with Horace."

Thales returned to the present and said seriously:

"You don\'t seem to like him very much?"

Hearing the name again, Morris\'s expression also became unsightly.

"No one likes him."

The fat guy from the Brotherhood snorted coldly:

"vice versa."

No one likes Horace.

Seeing his perception of Horace, doubts flooded Thales\' mind.

"Then why do you still work for him?"

The prince frowned:

"Taking a risk for him and committing unruly things?"

Morris gave him a deep glance.

The fat man snorted lightly, with disdain on his face.

"We don\'t work for him."

He said coldly: "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, there is no human perversion."

Cold-blooded butcher.

Thales became more puzzled:

"but--"

"We are willing to stab Black Sword in both sides, just as he is willing to fight through fire and water for us," the fat man interrupted him, as if he didn\'t want to talk more:

"That\'s it."

Thales chewed on his words, neglecting the logic.

"You mean... to die for Horace, this is Black Sword\'s decision," the prince squinted, "and you are just... assisting?"

Morris twitched his mouth, noncommittal.

"I remember, you said that Black Sword and Horace are old acquaintances?"

The boy raised his head and rearranged his thoughts.

Black sword.

It seems that he is the key.

"What is the relationship between them? What did he owe Horace? Or did Horace give Black Sword?"

"So that he is willing to be the second prince born and die, and still bring you brothers who live and die to accompany you?"

Morris still didn\'t answer, just staring at him closely.

A few seconds later, the fat man smiled softly, but his eyes looked at Thales more interesting.

"What\'s wrong? Why did you stop?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Morris smiled slyly, repeating his words:

"Why stopped?"

Thales\' expression changed.

The fat man\'s eyes were still locked on him.

"Okay." Thales snorted coldly, thinking that this guy is really doing a good deal.

He began to miss the joy of the Northlanders.

"Although the clues are messy and unrelated," the prince solemnly said:

"But in terms of what I have seen and heard, the things that the Kingdom Secret Division has done recently are generally converged in three directions."

Morris listened carefully.

"The most likely and most urgent one is the Western Wilderness."

Thales could not help but feel heavy when he thought of Anke Bailar.

"This involves the military system, the grievances of the nobles, and political history. One of the bad things is war and bloodshed-and that happens to be the birthplace and nest of the Blood Bottle Gang."

Morris frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Next is the South Bank collar."

The prince said lightly:

"As far as I know, there is prosperous business and rich life there. If there is any place in the Kingdom\'s Secret Division that can be used by you and the blood bottle... you should be more familiar than me."

Morris thoughtfully.

"In the end, it was the blade leader, but I don\'t understand there, only know that this may be related to the local enfeoffment pattern."

Thales closed his mouth.

Silence returned between the two.

"that\'s it?"

Morris was slightly lost and asked:

"Just three place names? Three dukes? Nothing?"

Thales sneered softly.

"That\'s Secret Science, why, do you want more?"

Morris tried to digest the information, his expression gradually changing:

"Western Wilderness, South Bank, Blade, and us—are you **** kidding?"

Thales didn\'t mean to be polite with him at all:

"Why, do you think a prince came to the infamous Xiacheng district, just joking with a gang leader?"

"Who knows, maybe you are really lascivious, to tease women?"

Thales gave a polite but hypocritical smile.

Morris thought seriously for a while, then looked up again.

"Well, suppose what you are saying is true... If such a big thing is really involved, what can you expect from us?"

"In other words, great things in the kingdom, what can we street punks do, just lie flat and do it."

Thales was silent for a moment.

"Tell me, Morris, back then, when the Big Nine of you took over that costly job," the prince said lightly:

"Have you ever thought that you will come into contact with the oldest royal family in the world?"

"Have you ever thought about your today?"

Morris\'s expression narrowed slightly, his eyes clouded.

Thales sighed and took a deep breath.

He went to the next shelf.

It is strange that although it is narrow and cramped, not brighter and spacious than Mindis Hall, and not more classical than Fuxing Palace, but Thales felt that breathing was smooth, far better than the latter two.

But only one thing remains the same.

chain.

"Boss Morris, this world is full of invisible chains, connecting everyone, everything, and every factor."

Morris listened, but looked puzzled.

"But they are not simply one after the other, simply end to end, not simply pulling one end to drive the other."

"On the contrary, every chain is inlaid with each other, you have me in you, I have you in me, each pair of inlays has different ways, pushing and pulling, squeezing and rubbing, each node is unique, its own rules, never repeat."

Thales faintly looked at the gap between the shelves on both sides, imagining chains piercing from side to side, and finally gathered on his body, locking him firmly.

Kessel, Renaissance Palace, Gilbert, Imperial Conference, Mallorth, Mindis Hall, Anke Bailar, Royal Banquet, Raphael, Black Prophet, Kingdom Secret Section...

This time, he felt that these chains were tied round and round on his body as if they were real.

The young man stretched out his hand slowly, as if he felt the unique coldness of that inch of metal.

"This is our world. The interaction of interactions on all levels forms the most complex and subtle influence mechanism-even if it is two chains that seem the least likely to be connected, there may be a connection beyond imagination. "

Thales stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and said in a daze:

"Pull one end, but all the others are driven, and then they are pulled back, affecting the original chain."

"Do you believe it, sometimes, a **** fight by a gang group may affect the ultimate ownership of a king."

Morris couldn\'t understand why.

Thales gently closed his left hand, and put the scar on his palm, together with the imaginary chain, into his fist, and then pressed it firmly on his chest.

There, the burning scars under the clothes seemed to be aching.

Thales opened his eyes suddenly.

"Similarly, the growth and decline of the two largest gangs in the kingdom is actually the most interesting barometer."

Morris\' expression changed.

"When something happens in the kingdom, it will be reflected in the people\'s livelihood at the bottom of the population. Changes in iron smelting, mining, food and agriculture, taxation, price levels, stocks, benefits increase and decrease, and life is good or bad: the blood bottle gang is about the noble lord. Interests, the Brotherhood is deeply rooted in the circle of the lower class. When the two lose their balance, it is time for both of you to start a war or negotiate."

Morris was lost in thought, his brows tightening.

A few seconds later.

"The kingdom? With us?"

The brother of the brotherhood laughed, his eyes cold.

"Come on, you\'re just being alarmist and exaggerating."

The fat man stared closely at Thales\'s eyes:

"From finance to market, from budget to taxation, from administration to people\'s livelihood, do you know how many hurdles you have to go through from top to bottom, from this end to the other end of the chain? Do you think it’s a puppet show, the king’s With a flick of your finger, the street gangster will start the film?"

Thales stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"That said, you really understand."

The prince looked at him so neatly:

"At least I understand better than Lancer\'s intelligence."

Morris\'s complexion became a little ugly.

"Well, I believe you for the time being," Thales turned around, playing with the goods on the other side:

"I believe you will serve Horace because of the black sword,"

"But it still doesn\'t make sense. After Horace\'s death and the **** years passed, what kept you in the royal capital, stepped into the quagmire like Xiacheng, willingly transformed into the bottom gang, rooted and grown, and dedicated your life."

Morris became solemn.

But soon, the solemnity on his face turned into playfulness.

"Hei Jian mentioned it."

Thales frowned:

"what?"

There was a sly in Morris\' eyes.

"After returning from the Northland, Black Sword told us," he looked at Thales from behind: "Maybe someday, a little prince will come to the door and be interested in our relationship with Scarlet Year."

"It seems to be today."

Thales changed his expression and put down the goods in his hands.

Damn it.

It seems that it was not accidental that they recognized themselves.

The connection between Black Sword and these people was closer than he thought.

"Don\'t tell me, did you form the Brotherhood to avenge Horace?"

Thales ignored him, determined to keep the initiative in his hands.

"According to you, Horace should be less attractive."

However, Morris walked to the window and sighed:

"Child, have you ever picked flax bales?"

Thales followed him: "What?"

"Of course you don\'t, the pampered prince."

Morris raised his hands and looked at the rough and fat fingers, his eyes lost.

"But I did."

Thales tilted his head in confusion.

"Grasp the roots, be optimistic about the head and tail, bunch by bunch, bunch by bunch, beating and threshing, picking and arranging, stacking and stacking, step by step," the fat man looked into the distance outside the window, meaning: "At first, you thought this The job is very simple and clear, and you will be able to get away soon."

"But you soon discovered that from the first bundle of the first bundle, the fluff popped up unexpectedly and returned to the bundle."

"You think it\'s just a small problem, but as the progress continues, pick a bunch and pop out one bunch, and more and more bunches get out of control and become tangled."

Morris\' brows tangle tightly:

"Over time, all the out-of-control hemp bundles even entangled with each other, tangled together, disrupting the whole bundle of flax bundles. You can\'t find the head, the root, you can\'t hold it, you can\'t shake it, but you make money. Don’t take it off, you can’t extract it.

"When you get back to your senses, even your own hands and feet will be **** early. The tighter and tighter they are, it is difficult to extricate themselves."

He said in a daze:

"At that moment, all the flax became a mess that you can\'t recognize, let alone unravel."

"And you are facing a mess, but you are getting deeper and deeper, and there is nothing you can do."

Deeper and deeper, there is nothing I can do.

Thales did not interrupt him. On the contrary, the prince followed his gaze and looked out the dirty street outside the window thoughtfully.

"You have a noble background, so you feel that the invisible chains are unclear and troublesome?"

Morris squeezed his fingers and sneered:

"Next time, try flax-feel the suffering of the folk."

The two were silent for a while.

But Thales felt that he had read something.

"What about the rest?"

Thales sighed:

"Except for you and Black Sword, what about the others in the Big Nine?"

Morris turned his head, looked at him coldly, and did not answer.

Looking at the other\'s expression, and remembering the confrontation between Ashida and Black Sword, Thales suddenly knew the answer.

"What happened in the Bloody Year?" He asked softly.

Morris was silent for a while, then turned his head.

Somehow, looking at his expression, Thales suddenly remembered the people in the prison of bones.

This makes him disappointed.

"Enough, let\'s go." He exhaled, ignored Morris, walked out of the shelf, greeted the two of Glover, and walked toward the store.

"Master, where is your mansion?"

Grove suddenly walked out of the counter and approached Thales, but was stopped by Glover.

I saw the boss rubbing his hands obediently, and his face was flattering: "The typhoid medicine you want, I can hire a carriage to send it..."

Thales frowned.

"Leave it here," the boy said coldly:

"When I want to use it, I will notify this local friend to pick it up."

Thales glanced at Morris behind him.

Grove froze suddenly.

The fat guy from the Brotherhood snorted coldly:

"of course."

"Eh," Cohen popped out dissatisfied:

"How do you become good friends—"

"Goodbye, Jenny," Thales didn\'t look at the police officer, but looked at the young lady boss with a complicated expression, "and..."

The boy was silent for a moment, and said quietly:

"Thank you."

Yanni also looked at him silently, and smiled at the words.

"You\'re welcome," the good girl who has been married as a wife responded softly:

"It should be."

"Please take care, kind master."

She spoke mildly and her eyes were calm.

Same as before.

Thales glanced at Jenny for the last time, with emotions in her eyes rolling:

"Ah, so are you."

Thales remembered something, waved to Glover, pointed at Grove in front of the counter casually, and then left the pharmacy.

The zombie was stunned for a moment, reached out his hand to his waist, but remembered that his purse had been generously thrown to Cici at the Laiya Club.

Glover turned to Cohen awkwardly.

The police officer also froze for a moment, and stretched out his index finger to point himself:

I?

Glover frowned and made a urging expression:

if not?

Cohen held down the same empty wallet around his waist, and suddenly felt bitter when he remembered that his salary was almost bottomed out this month.

"Why," the killer Leyoke appeared at the right time and hummed coldly to Cohen:

"Does the security officer want to force credit to bully the market?"

Cohen became angry for a while.

Thales walked in front and did not see it, but Morris behind him was observant and smiled heartily:

"It\'s ok."

"The bill is for the Brotherhood."

Grove, the boss behind him, was startled for a moment, then shivered with a bitter expression.

Morris realized something and laughed:

"Don\'t be nervous, old man, it\'s not the kind of\'checkout\', this time we are really checking out, um, paying the bill for real money."

Grove gave an ugly smile.

Morris hooked his hand, and his subordinate took out a purse and put it on the counter.

Old Grove didn\'t expect the other party to pay the bill, and he was flattered.

But Morris did not mean to end.

"Hey, old man."

I saw him clinging to Grove\'s shoulders, and he seemed intimate.

Grove flicked.

Before the boss could respond, Morris patted his cheek kindly:

"Next time, if you let me hear that you beat your wife..."

Morris chuckled, silent, his smile disappeared.

Only the fleshy face is still shiny.

Grove\'s lips trembled, and his whole body trembled more and more, and he couldn\'t help nodding.

Morris slapped Grove on the chest boldly, almost slapped Grove on his back.

The fat man let go of him and walked out of the shop.

After the unusual group of guests left, the pharmacy owner took a sigh of relief and fell softly into his wife\'s arms.

"Jenny, then...who is that?"

But beyond Grove\'s expectation, Jenny, who had been stunned from the time of the helper and remained unchanged until the time of his wife, showed a deep expression he had never seen before.

"a friend."

Yanni supported her husband and looked at the black hair behind Thales quietly, her eyes complicated and subtle:

"A long, long time ago..."

"Children."

Grove\'s eyes widened, and his eyes wandered between the distant guest and his wife. In any case, she couldn\'t believe that Jenny would have such a friend.

It wasn\'t until the figures of Thales and Morris disappeared from the corner of the street that Jenny recovered and sighed.

But when she turned her head, she saw her husband rubbing his hands, flattering.

"My dear, what is the style of the dress you saw last time?" Grove pleased me with a smile:

"Am I buying it for you?"

Knowing her husband\'s virtues, Jenny raised her eyebrows helplessly and rolled her eyes.

On the muddy streets of the Underground Street, Glover and Cohen followed Thales closely. Not far behind them, Morris was pacing leisurely, chatting with Leyoke and his subordinates one after another.

The people along the way first hugged and whispered unkindly after seeing the three of Thales, and then looked frightened after seeing Morris and evaded.

"Just now, Your Highness," the zombie first glanced at Morris behind him vigilantly, and said in a low voice:

"If you want to help the lady in the store, you can use a more...suitable method."

"Without making her suspect that you are..."

Glover hesitated and didn\'t finish.

"Missing?"

Thales said lightly and helped him complete this sentence:

"Still upset?"

Glover frowned, making it inconvenient to answer.

"Ah, I\'m about to tell you about this!"

Hearing this, Cohen\'s ear moved, and he said to Thales heartily:

"I know that when you are at your age, you will start to be interested in girls, but we must develop the correct concept of love and don\'t treat sexual harassment as flirting with men and women..."

"You are right, Karen."

But Thales didn\'t look at Cohen, but looked at the way forward blankly.

"I want to help Jenny."

"Not to hurt her."

Glover was startled slightly, he quickly glanced behind him, if he realized something.

Only Cohen was confused and blinked again and again.

Thales sighed.

"So, do you think she is happy?"

Thales walked through a familiar street, trying his best to forget the past:

"Is she really satisfied with such a husband, is she really satisfied with such a life?"

Unexpectedly, the prince would ask such questions, and Glover and Cohen were taken aback.

"of course not."

Glover hesitated for a moment, and said:

"But at least, she gritted her teeth and found a way to survive."

Thales turned his head: "Huh?"

Glover let out a breath.

"Lily—someone, someone told me," the zombie said, "Life is miserable, very bitter."

Glover\'s eyes moved:

"But so what? Just get it done."

"Isn\'t it pretty?"

"In a pile of **** and urine, you can live a decent life."

After hearing this, Thales looked at the dilapidated and dirty streets, and couldn\'t help sighing:

"You are a survivor, Karen Glover."

"No, I am not."

Glover looked into the distance and said in a daze:

"She is."

At this moment, Cohen sighed long beside him.

Thales and Glover looked sideways.

"Although I don\'t understand her words... medicine scales, bread or something."

"But I suddenly felt..." Cohen hesitated, his expression lost:

"But when she said that no matter who she married, she would trade her skirt for bread, I suddenly felt... sad."

Thales frowned:

"why?"

"I don\'t know," Cohen shook his head, angrily.

"But, but that\'s her life, she should be able to exchange for other things, and she should be able to exchange for something better."

The guard\'s voice lowered:

"But people only see her skirt."

"Always ask without asking, just toss her bread."

Cohen was unhappy:

"It seems that it is the only transaction, there is no other choice."

Glover snorted coldly.

"After all, there are men in this world who not only look at her skirts, but not only throw bread at her."

Glover sarcastically said:

"Like you?"

Unexpectedly, Cohen did not quarrel with the "enemy" this time, but shook his head sadly.

"No, zombie, you don\'t understand, I don\'t think it\'s a problem that can be solved by finding one or two men or a good fight. It\'s not that simple..."

Cohen scratched his head desperately, as if trying to catch some inexplicable thought:

"I just feel, feel that she is facing an undefeable enemy."

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"How to say?"

"How to say……"

Cohen looked for a suitable vocabulary expression, his expression became more painful

"When I was on the western front, our troops once captured a group of gray **** that invaded the border and hunted down the caravan."

Glover\'s eyes moved and he started to look at Cohen again.

"I was still young and not well qualified, so I pulled up the translator and asked their leader: Why are the orcs hunting us?"

"I thought it would talk about the history of blood feud between the two races, the glorious pride of the ancestors of the orcs, and even the interests inside and outside the desert..."

Cohen took a breath and muffled:

"In the end it said: Because humans hunted us."

Thales was thoughtful, and Glover was expressionless.

"I asked it: can we stop hunting each other?"

"It replied with a smile: Of course it can."

"As long as one of them, kill all the other."

The autumn wind blew the street, and there was a moment of silence between the three.

Cohen let out a sigh of relief, and both sadness and doubt appeared in his eyes:

"I swear, I have never been afraid of any gray bastard... But at that moment, facing the orc who was still laughing before death, I felt tired, bored, embarrassed, helpless, even... nothing Fear of origin."

I saw the heartless Cohen said blankly:

"It\'s as if what my sword hit is no longer a flesh and blood body or a thick knife and axe, but an invisible iron wall. No matter how I slash it, it won\'t help."

"I even suspect that at that moment, my sword\'s heart was shaking."

Thales didn\'t speak, he just frowned.

"For this, I wrote back to the Tower of the End, to Rafi, a friend of mine, and he wrote back: From the age of ignorance, facing the orcs, we have won thousands of battles and shed blood for thousands of years. , People who have died for thousands of years."

"But why does it never bring peace?"

Cohen was fascinated:

"Never."

Thales sighed.

"Because we don\'t want peace in our hearts," Glover said muffledly:

"Because we, and them, are not used to peace."

Cohen smiled bitterly after hearing this:

"Yeah, maybe."

Cohen frowned immediately:

"But just now, the words of the shopkeeper\'s wife made me feel similar."

"Why, why do people always think that if she wants to marry and find a husband, she can only exchange her skirt for bread? She only looks at her skirt and men\'s bread? Or is she only allowed to wear skirts and men are allowed to take bread? "

Glover shook his head:

"I do not understand."

But Thales had different eyes.

"I don\'t quite understand either." Cohen also shook his head.

But he was puzzled and puzzled:

"I just think, I feel that no matter how much suffering I have suffered before, no matter how severely wounded, no matter how tragic battles have been fought, no matter how powerful enemies I have faced...Compared with her expression when she said this, It’s like, it’s like nothing."

Glover frowned and didn\'t understand.

Cohen scratched his head, worrying about his poor language ability:

"I feel as if the enemy she is going to face in this sentence is an iron wall, even better than all the enemies I can encounter in my life, down to the criminals on the street, the orcs on the battlefield, The burning knights to Exeter, the army of the North, and even the legendary demons and disasters..."

Cohen sighed:

"All are more terrifying, powerful and terrifying countless times."

At that moment, Thales stopped.

Glover cast a questioning look at the prince.

And Cohen\'s eyes were misty:

"Even if I reach the extreme, even if I inherit the old man\'s title and command all his troops..."

"It\'s impossible to win."

Thales took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly had an illusion: the chains that bound him invisibly were rubbing against each other and rustling as he raised his head.

"And she, that boss lady is just an ordinary woman," the police officer sighed heartily, showing deep pity.

"She only has one pair of hands."

"It\'s not fair."

"Not at all."

This time, Glover also began to think deeply.

Thales raised his hand lightly, and with his movements, the illusion of clanging chains became more obvious.

Yes.

This is not fair.

Thales\' lips sneered.

Not at all.

Behind them, Morris watched Thales stop, and also stopped advancing, just staring at the three with scorching eyes.

The people around, whether beggars or gangsters, traders or hired workers, as long as they knew the identities of Morris and Leyoke, they all ran away and dared not look at these people.

Thales took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"If you think so, Cohen," the prince smiled.

"Then she has two hands."

Cohen, who was immersed in loss, came back to his senses and was taken aback when he heard the words:

"what?"

Thales raised his finger and shook it, chuckling softly:

"Maybe D.D is wrong."

Cohen blinked and touched his head innocently:

"what?"

"Your brain, it may be... not very bright." Thales walked up to Cohn with a smile, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his finger to his forehead, and flicked it crisply.

"Wow!"

Cohen didn\'t expect that the dignified prince would attack him like this. He cried out, covering his head and backing away.

"But at least, compared to most people in this world..."

Thales retracted his finger and looked at Cohen, who gritted his teeth and made "how dare you" with interest, and said with emotion:

"It\'s not broken yet."

Broken?

Cohen looked at him unhappy.

Just now.

"Thank you, idiot Qingpi." Glover said suddenly dull.

Hearing "Stupid Green Skin", Cohen exhaled helplessly, turned his head and said hard:

"Huh, if I want to fight another fight, I\'m not afraid...Huh?"

The guard reacted, stupidly and honestly:

"What did you just say?"

Glover sighed, walked forward, and looked at Cohen\'s eyes seriously and awkwardly:

"I said, thank you."

"Thanks," Cohen was puzzled at first, then he hid his forehead vigilantly, and then asked:

"Thank what?"

Glover was silent for a while.

"Lilian."

Cohen\'s eyes widened.

The zombie silently said:

"I know, you have been helping her, and after she..., help her drive away the harassers."

"thank you."

Glover glanced at Thales and sighed:

"Thank you for lending her an extra hand."

what?

Cohen stared at Glover in a daze, and then at the amiable Thales, feeling their soft and melting eyes, he couldn\'t understand the current situation.

What happened to this?

Thales looked at this scene with a knowing smile.

Just now.

"My dear... kid!"

The three turned their heads together.

I saw Morris rubbing his hands and walking forward accompanied by Leyoke and another subordinate. A few sneaky figures disappeared in the streets behind him.

"The front is the main block of the underground street," the fat boss of the Brotherhood smiled.

"If you don\'t dislike it, let me come to the tour guide to explain?"

Thales frowned.

"No need," Cohen waved his hand, sternly refused:

"We are serious people, not with you—"

Thales lifted his footsteps and crossed Cohen, he spoke, and along with Glover\'s grappling movement, he choked off the guard\'s unfinished words ("Woohoooo! Don\'t bite!"):

"That said, you have just discussed with other people in the Brotherhood-such as Black Sword -?"

"Don\'t you think I\'m joking?"

Morris\'s expression stagnated.

"Ahahaha!" The brother of the Brotherhood laughed and relieved his embarrassment:

"of course not!"

Under Thales’s gesture, Glover suppressed the impulse to stop (transformed into the strength to grab Cohen with his back), and watched Morris come forward and put his arm around the prince’s shoulder. Hook shoulders and walk forward.

"But think about it, you only gave us three out-of-reach place names, telling us that the secret department is going to do something in these places that you don\'t know what it is," Morris whispered into Thales\' ears. :

"So we should wagging our tails and begging for you who are bullying, and the back of the horse, just like the red turban before, become your watchdog and pawn?"

Thales smiled.

"Morris, you don\'t look like a street gangster," the boy turned his arm around the fat man\'s back, speaking with ease:

"There is no such kind of rudeness and numbness of passing by, drunk life and dream."

"As you said, I am in charge of the accounts," Morris blinked.

"To spend, you have to make a budget."

"And I think, you want to deposit it with us," Morris\'s eyes lit up:

"It should be more than that batch of medicines."

Thales nodded, he recognized that they had come to the ground of the Black Gold Casino-the holy land of lower gamblers.

"First of all, I am not Horace, nor the Black Prophet."

"I am not your master, but I am not an enemy."

Thales squinted and said:

"You should be clear about the value of such me."

Morris did not speak.

Thales chuckled softly: "But I believe that you owe me more than just this batch of potions?"

Morris glanced sharply.

But Thales still looked at the road indifferently, ignoring him.

After a few seconds, Morris grinned and let go of him.

"You said Constance is your aunt, right?"

Thales turned his head.

Morris\'s expression cooled down:

"Then do you know how she died?"

Thales felt tight.

He remembered Gilbert’s teachings and sighed:

"Shield of Deception and Surreyton..."

"Aishida." Morris said softly.

Thales paused.

"Aishida Sucken." The fat man\'s voice sounded, appearing extra cautious in the messy street.

Only between the lines, there remained a coldness.

Thales raised his eyebrows, in any case he did not expect the name to appear here:

"what?"

Morris snorted and looked away.

"Eighteen years ago, in this city..."

His tone was vague.

"Magic Master of Qi," Morris said lightly, seemingly indifferent:

"That immortal monster."

"In front of the Fuxing Palace..."

"Kill Constance."

killed……

killed……

Thales spent three full seconds digesting the meaning of this sentence.

The demeanor, indifferent and graceful tutor image appeared in front of him.

Constance?

But the young man could only stare his eyes wide, repeating the previous words in vain:

"what?"

Morris looked at the sky and took a deep breath, as if to exhaust the smell of blood.

"She bleeds from seven orifices and suffered the cruelest pain in the world, then opened her eyes wide and died silently."

"Our little catastrophe, little giant, she just lay on the ground like that, staring at the sky blankly."

The fat man\'s voice trembled a little:

"lonely."

"helpless."

"cold."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly, unable to breathe.

Just like the experience that the teacher brought him countless times.

"What?" He could only repeat it a third time.

"It was pinched to death by it," Morris stared at the sky dreamily, ignoring the question of the second prince beside him:

"There are also several other idiots in the\'Nine Giants\'-really idiots. How can people defeat the magician and defeat the disaster? Why do they want to go, why do they want to die?"

"It\'s in front of me and Hei Jian."

In an instant, countless chaotic and complicated thoughts poured into Thales\'s brain, even exceeding the upper limit of his capacity.

But among them, that night, under the giant statue of Nekaru, what the Black Sword said to the Qi Magician was particularly clear:

[Twelve years ago, when you monster started killing in Fuxing Palace, why didn\'t you have such concerns? 】

What followed was also the last words of the frightening **** that day:

[Be careful of Ashida. 】

Thales was breathing in a trance.

"Apart from the site and interests, this is our personal grievance with the Red Scarves of the Blood Bottle Gang."

"Black sword, including the Brotherhood of Black Street," Morris lowered his head, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his words trembled:

"our existence."

"It\'s for one day."

He turned to look at Thales, his eyes flushed:

"Let these unkillable monsters..."

"Pay the price."

In the book review area, there is a monthly pass to send book coins. Although there are not many, only 100 points (I don’t know why the activity fund has dropped), but the mosquitoes are small... um...

(End of this chapter)