Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 101 Ramon (Part 2)

Wyah looked at Putila with a puzzled expression, but the latter just frowned and waved his hand in a low voice.

Ramon looked at the prince of the stars with disbelief.

What is he doing?
Until Thales smiled, stared at Ramon, and rubbed his forehead.

He slowly began to speak:
"Willow said you're from the capital, Yongxing City? I looked through the doctors' roster at the city hall... but why have I never heard of you before?"

Putila frowned slightly: Since the prince was recognized, he has been staying in the Mindis Hall. When has he ever been to the City Hall?

Are you even looking through the doctors' roster?

Good heavens, there are hundreds of doctors in the entire capital, including the neighboring territories and suburbs!

Ramon gave an awkward smile: "Oh, I only treat the poor and charge a meager fee... so I'm probably not on the register..."

Thales frowned slightly, then smiled broadly.

"A poor man, is that it?" the second prince asked rudely. "Then I guess the place you make house calls is probably the lower city?"

He continued to look at Ramon, rubbing his fingers together on the side of his forehead.

Ramon nodded awkwardly: "Ah, yes... a lot of poor people live there... I used to live in Lower City District 2..."

The second prince didn't let him continue. Thales let out a soft breath: "I also heard that it's the territory of the Black Street Brotherhood?"

Ramon's breath caught in his throat without him realizing it.

“Although it’s inappropriate to say this in front of you… the Lower City is indeed rife with gangs.” Ramon looked around warily, unaware that he had unknowingly begun to answer Thales’s questions step by step.

Thales twirled his fingers slightly, staring uncomfortably at Ramon: "Then tell me, if they—the Black Street Brotherhood—are injured or sick, will they also come to you, dear Dr. Ramon, for treatment?"

After saying that, Thales gave a pure smile like a seven-year-old boy and looked straight at Ramon.

“How could that be? We wouldn’t dare deal with those gangsters.” Ramon awkwardly changed the subject: “Your Highness, if I may be frank, the gentleman in bed is in bad shape… perhaps we should…”

“Ah, is that so?” Thales suddenly smiled with delight. “But that’s not what you really think.”

Ramon was taken aback.

In your heart?

But Thales' next words made Ramon's eyes widen.

"You seem to have healed quite a few Brotherhood members, don't you?" Thales pressed one hand to his temple, while the other seemed to be desperately trying to recall something.

"Hmm, a guy with a knife. Ah, that guy looks pretty ruthless, but he doesn't talk much... But you know, it's normal for gangsters to have guys like that..."

Ramon's expression immediately turned strange.

Take a knife.

ruthless.

I don't like to talk.

A figure that matched the description popped into his mind.

But how could that brat...?

Thales stared at him with amusement:
"What's his name... Leyok?"

"It seems like he often comes to you for treatment. Judging from his appearance, could he be an assassin?"

Ramon's expression suddenly changed.

Killer Leyok.

Ramon, one of the Brotherhood's Thirteen Generals, is a silent assassin who is just as ruthless to his enemies as to himself. He has spent countless hours tending to the horrific wounds left behind by Ramon's intense battles.

But how did he know?

Putila and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

How is this going?

"Let me see, a room decorated in black, a still life painting of fruit and a vase hanging above the fireplace..." Thales closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, seemingly trying his best to recall:

"Ah, so much blood, a knife wound on his left shoulder... God, he's in so much pain he's practically biting his teeth through, gripping your collar tightly, muttering something about 'poison sting' and 'scorpion whip'..."

"Who's that crying woman over there? She's quite pretty... Her name is... Belicia?"

Ramon gritted his teeth.

Isn't he a pampered prince?
How could he know about the time I treated Leyok's injury a year ago?
Lyok went to assassinate his target, but was ambushed by the Blood Bottle Gang.

Is this intelligence from the Secret Service?
No.

Impossible… Ramon thought with a chilling expression, his face ashen.

Because even the details of Rayok's room in the Black Street headquarters...

He knows all of this so clearly.

Even I can hardly remember them anymore.

And there's Belicia crying beside them...

“Don’t stop, Doctor,” Thales rubbed his temples and smiled, “Think quickly, which other Brotherhood members have you treated? Were there any higher-ranking ones? Try to recall… Ah, that’s it…”

Brotherhood.

A higher level...

Ramon found himself starting to tremble slightly.

"A fat guy... What did you call him? Maurice? Why does he always seem to meet you at the back door of a bar? At first, he even brought an ugly dog ​​with him, always smiling. Are you close to him?"

Ramon felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Morris, one of the Big Six?

Regarding that matter, his direct contact was indeed Maurice.

The secret meeting place is in the back alley of Sunset Bar...

But how is this possible?

Morris would always make sure it was safe there.

unless……

He didn't want to think about that possibility.

Ramon tried his best to clear his mind, but Thales' words always made him recall those scenes from his memories.

"Let's look at some fun memories..."

memory?

“Huh, this is… a big guy?” Thales grinned and said slowly, “He has a fierce look on his face, he’s not good-looking at all, but he has a really bad temper.”

"It's a real pity that the injury is in such a place as the groin... I'm talking about you, doctor! You actually want to treat his injury."

"Oh, it's because his dad is very fierce, right?"

Ramon looked at the mysterious second prince with the most incredulous expression.

He even knows this?
"Quick, think of something, what's his name? Oh, Rhoda?"

Thales chuckled softly:

"Would you consider him your most troublesome patient?"

"Quide Rhoda?"

Putila, Wya, and others were even more puzzled.

Ramon opened his lips unconsciously; his palms were already sweaty.

Quaid?

Rhoda's son?
His injuries... I was indeed the one who examined and treated them.
But this was known only to high-ranking officers within the Brotherhood.

It was something that couldn't be more closely guarded secret.

How did a prince know that?
Ramon stared blankly at Thales.

Thales sighed, released his right hand, stared straight at Ramon, and gave a cold laugh.

"Don't be surprised, this is my special ability."

"Yes, Dr. Ramon."

The next moment, Thales smiled and uttered a simple yet effective sentence to the dumbfounded Ramon:

"I can read minds."

Ramon stared blankly at Thales, his mind completely blank.

Thales continued to smile brightly: "Your thoughts and ideas are all mine."

Read minds.

Putila, Wya, and Rolf all stared wide-eyed at the second prince.

Ada frowned deeply, staring at the back of Thales' head.

Mind reading?

Ramon struggled to look at himself, his face showing the most disbelief.

No.

Even in the Soul Tower's journals... mind reading is the most untouchable area.

He was only seven or eight years old, yet he possessed such...

No.

The fraternity's eccentric doctor shook his head unconsciously.

Thales turned his head and looked at Putila, Wyatt, Rolf and the others who were all shocked.

But Ada, standing to the side, crossed her arms and looked on with suspicion.

“Please keep this a secret,” Thales said with a bright smile. “He didn’t want anyone to know when he was training me to use this ability…”

"But I trust you."

“Training…you?” Putila asked incredulously, “Who?”

“Who else could it be?” Thales chuckled and turned his head.

He looked at Ramon, whose face was filled with fear, and casually uttered a name:
"Molat Hansen".

There was silence.

Everyone in the room stared blankly at Thales.

It's as if he's some kind of monster.

Ramon stared blankly at Thales.

Morat Hansen.

He knew the meaning of the name.

Lancer's teacher.

The nightmare of the stars for half a century.

A venomous snake in the night.

Head of the secret service.

No way.

Is the new prince of the stars a student of the Black Prophet?

Of course, Thales thought to himself: Morat was even more adept at using this so-called "ability"—after all, he could detect the other party's lies to aid his next questioning.

Fortunately, he also had a good number of leverage.

Everyone in the room realized what was happening.

“You didn’t say…” Putila frowned, “that you were with the Black Prophet…”

“Ah,” Thales sighed softly, “you know, after all, superpowers like mine are so rare.”

“Let’s get to the point,” Thales said, his friendly seven-year-old face returning as he rubbed his forehead and smiled. “Come on, think carefully about who you really are, Dr. Ramon.”

"You wouldn't mind letting me know, would you?"

Ramon trembled slightly, staring blankly at the ground.

My identity?

No.

My identity.

That would expose... it would expose the fraternity... it would expose that person...

Do not!
Can't think about it.

I can't think about it!

“That’s right, so this is who you are,” Thales rubbed his forehead, looking at the nervous and absent-minded Ramon with a victorious smile. “No wonder I looked at the roster but didn’t recognize your name.”

"So you're not just a secret quack doctor who makes house calls for the Brotherhood."

He squinted:
"You're a member of the Black Street Brotherhood."

"The one nicknamed 'The Mad Doctor'..." "Cobb Selka Ramon."

Ramon's hands fell limply to his sides unconsciously.

My full name is...

Thales lowered his fingers and concluded.

That's all he knows—Thales told himself.

Hopefully it works.

During his four years in the fraternity, a little beggar, strictly controlled, struggled to beg for food and survival every day... and was always ignored.

Therefore, he—the former beggar Thales—always managed to learn many of the Brotherhood's secrets without attracting attention.

For example, with his frail body, he could crawl through a dog hole and hear Leyok and Belicia's fairy fighting—cough cough—to find out the secrets of their room, since Leyok's room was in the corner of the house, on the outermost edge.

For example, every night he would peek into the alley behind the Sunset Bar, and once he was sure no one was inside—like Maurice and his rabid wolfhound—he would sneak in and rummage through the day's trash.

Of course, the most crucial thing is the strange-looking doctor in front of us.

Dr. Ramon.

He rarely appeared at the fraternity, and when he did, he was always covered up.

But do not underestimate a beggar’s memory and ability to recognize things.

In order to survive, they must recognize the figure and posture of every passerby in order to find a glimmer of hope.

Who is poor, who is rich, who does hard labor, who lives a life of luxury, who can steal, who can only beg, who cannot even be approached... not to mention that they are always told by the thugs who are on their side.

“If he shows up, you all get out of here, understand?” — These were the words Quaid said while grabbing a poor boy by the collar.

The eccentric doctor always appears after the Brotherhood's "big operations," arriving with the smell of medicine and leaving with the smell of blood—clearly, he's there to treat the injured. One day, Thales, who had just finished digging a secret passage and was returning late, secretly lay down by the roadside and saw Leyok being carried back, noticing the terrible, bleeding wound on his shoulder.

Then Ramon appeared.

Beggar Thales remembered that figure.

Prince Thales also remembered this figure at this moment.

Quaid, who was a heavy drinker—a name so old that Thales had almost forgotten about him—would go for regular "check-ups," but each time he returned, he carried the distinctive smell of Dr. Strange's medicine.

Quaid would return from each "inspection" in a fit of rage, drinking excessively, and occasionally mentioning the eccentric doctor's full name while abusing the beggar children.

Cobb Sirkas Ramon.

Thales buried those memories deep in his mind.

Unfortunately, this seemingly miraculous "mind-reading" ability only works on Ramon.

Ramon was drenched in cold sweat.

But I breathed a sigh of relief.

fortunately.

Fortunately, he didn't figure out my true identity...

That fatal secret...

"and many more,"

Thales observed Ramon's expression and shook his head:
"It seems your identity isn't as simple as it appears?"

"Of course," Thales thought to himself. He only knew Ramon's name and nickname, but how could a guy who frequented the Brotherhood and often met with the higher-ups be just a simple doctor?

"Do you... have some other secret?" he asked quietly.

Thales looked at him intently, and the seven-year-old boy slowly raised his finger: "Come on, think about it carefully."

Ramon trembled involuntarily.

The scene is a bit weird.

An old man trembled in front of a neurotic boy.

else.

secret.

No.

"No!"

Ramon cried out in terror.

He dared not look Thales in the eye and lowered his head in fear.

"I……"

"Please...please stop..."

"I……"

Thales squinted.

"Don't be too surprised. I've seen that expression on your face many times." Thales stretched.

“From criminals,” Thales turned his neck and said softly with satisfaction, “to the king.”

Ramon bit his lip bitterly.

“To be honest,” Thales stared at Ramon, “I am the Prince of the Stars, the sole heir to this country, while you are just a gangster.”

"I have absolutely no interest in you."

"I don't want to know your secrets either."

“However, regarding matters concerning me personally…” he said calmly, “so…”

"Before I tear your clumsy lies to shreds and dig all your dirty little secrets out of that big head of yours... Dr. Ramon—tell me, why do you insist on coming north with us?"

"So I don't have to dig some boring stuff out of your head..."

Ramon was startled.

Yes.

And those...

secret.

“I understand, Your Highness,” Ramon said bitterly, “I will be frank about my purpose…”

“Thank you for your cooperation. After all, this mind-reading ability isn’t easy to use… I can only maintain it for a short time,” Thales sighed, lowered his right hand, and smiled slyly. “The next time I’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

Ramon trembled slightly again.

“Oh, and you can start treating her now.” Thales smiled and pointed at Jora. “We’ve wasted quite a bit of time, haven’t we?”

Ramon lowered his head in dejection.

The others looked at their prince with varying expressions.

It felt like I was meeting him for the first time.

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"The Blood Bottle Gang? Nekra and Catherine?" Thales frowned.

Rolf behind him trembled slightly involuntarily.

Catherine...

Big sister?
“Yes, I’m hiding from them,” Ramon said, his expression deep and mysterious. He held medicine, scissors, and strips of cloth, tending to Jora’s wounds. His gaze occasionally flickered towards Thales, a hint of apprehension in his eyes. “Of course, you haven’t heard of these people…”

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

The image of the burly man in red, Nekra, exchanging blows with Eastrend in the Mangrove Manor flashed through my mind.

“They’ve been chasing me for six or seven days. I just came to hide in the fortress—but it’s only a matter of time before they find my location. As long as they keep watch around the area, they’ll eventually catch me.”

"And Exter and Starfall are about to go to war... If I were to appear alone in the wilderness and encounter either side's army, my fate would be no better than falling into the hands of the Blood Vial Gang..."

“So, when we arrived here and sought a doctor,” Thales mused, “you suddenly had the idea to use our cover to leave Dragonstalker Fortress? And then leave once we reached Exter?”

Ramon nodded bitterly.

That's really suspicious.

Thales thought to himself.

Why would a secret doctor who makes a living in the capital come to the border between the two countries?

“One of our members was injured at the border,” Ramon said quietly, not daring to look at Thales. “I came to treat him… but the Blood Bottle Gang found out.”

No, Thales thought to himself: Could a gang doctor who is only responsible for treating wounds really have warranted the Blood Bottle Gang mobilizing a large number of people to chase him on the border for six or seven days?
There are other secrets.

Unfortunately... I just told him that the "mind-reading" ability can only be used tomorrow, otherwise I could have scared him again.

Thales nodded and said, "Continue the treatment. Considering how honest you are, I might reconsider."

Ramon nodded dejectedly.

Thales exhaled and jumped off the chair, but suddenly felt a numbness in his legs.

He was saved from falling thanks to Wyatt and Rolf's help.

Oh no, I've been sitting for too long for the sake of the performance—Taylor struggled to stand up.

Fortunately, the fluctuation that had appeared since he "died" once spontaneously surged up again to soothe his numbness.

"By the way," Thales said anxiously, pounding his leg. "This fluctuation, this power, is also the source of the trouble. Although I feel it can instantly enhance my condition, the magnitude seems a bit small—just enough for me to cut the rope."

And—Thales wondered worriedly: what exactly is it?

That kind of field of vision, like a thermal radiation detector, looks really cool...

Thales thought about it and guided the energy flow to the area around his eyes.

That magical vision reappeared.

He turned his head and saw that everyone was radiating light from within them.

Ada was a blinding white light, Wyah emitted a sharp gray gleam, Putila was filled with a soft purple light, and Rolf was a continuous cyan glow.

Are these different forces? Vitality? Or energy attributes?
Thales curiously experimented with his field of vision.

He turned and went inside.

The next moment, Thales was stunned.

In the vision opened up by that fluctuation, he saw the most incredible scene.

The light emanating from Jora flickered on and off, like a dim lamp about to go out at any moment.

But Ramon...

There was no dazzling light emanating from Ramon.

It seemed to emanate strange, dark fluctuations, resonating with the surrounding world.

But that wasn't what surprised Thales.

Ramon was gently pressing on Jora's wound.

Beams of light emanated from Jorah's flickering body and converged in Ramon's hand.

The trembling particles of light followed Ramon's hand as it swayed, gliding over Jora's wound.

The particles of light seeped into Jora's terrible, festering wounds, one by one.

Each drop seeps in.

The light emanating from Jora became more stable and brighter.

It's like a dying patient slowly recovering.

Thales stared blankly at Ramon.

Others may not be able to see it clearly because of the lighting.

But in the vision that the fluctuation gave Thales, he could see it clearly.

The strange doctor was lurking in a dark corner, his lips trembling slightly.

It sounded like he was muttering something.

As he chanted rhythmically, the particles of light emanating from Jora's body passed through Ramon's hands in a rhythmic fashion, then returned to Jora, completing a cycle.

Thales frowned deeply.

This is definitely not medical skill.

He told himself with certainty.

Absolutely not.

Today someone asked me what I plan to write in my next book.

Holy crap, I don't even know if this book will be able to finish smoothly, or if it will be able to finish smoothly after the protagonist grows up, and I'm asking about the next book?

Okay, then I'll shamelessly say it:
1. For a long time, I've wanted to write a Lord of the Rings fanfiction. Orcs will never be slaves!

2. I want to write a novel with a female protagonist!

Of course (Wu Jian turned his head, glanced at seven-year-old Thales, and sighed deeply), we have to raise this child first!

By Wujian, who looked completely serious.

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(End of this chapter)