Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 591 Damn World

When Thales re-entered the room, Lillian had already applied the medicine to Golov and re-wrapped the bandages.

"What is he here for?"

Lillian's hands didn't stop; she frowned, glancing at the bewildered Thales, then at Golov:

"Is this another one of your bodyguard assignments? Watching over some young nobleman? Including when he's soliciting prostitutes?"

Golov glanced at Thales and nodded with a subtle expression.

Thales coughed.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Lillian? Um, I am the second prince…”

Under Golov's horrified gaze and Lillian's questioning look, Thales quickly added, smiling as he said:
"...the attendant."

Wyatt Castle.

Thales smiled insincerely, rubbing his hands together as he stood in the corner.

Golov breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head to drink water.

“Wow, the prince’s squire,” Lillian raised an eyebrow, unintentionally exuding a thousand charms, “You seem quite impressive.”

"You've come here to have fun?"

Thales waved his hand, scurried into a corner, and tried to appear as harmless as possible:
"No, no, no, I just... came to take a look."

Lillian sized him up, her beautiful eyes sparkling:

“Prince’s attendant…”

The woman gave a charming smile:
"So, Brother Wyman, your daily job is to suck that prince's dick?"

puff!
Golov, sitting at the table, spat out a mouthful of water.

Thales's face also froze.

suck……

"Ha ha, aha ha," Thales twisted his face, trying his best to ease his embarrassment:
"Madam, you have a real sense of humor..."

Lillian arched her eyebrows and glanced at Golov:
"So, Fatty brought you here to break into a place?"

Golov's expression froze.

Thales waved his hand awkwardly again:
"Me? No, no, no..."

But Lillian ignored him, instead touching her lips with a flirtatious gesture, and pondered for a moment.

"Let me think... no, at his age and in his health, those insatiable sluts like Cosette and Olivia would really torture him to death..."

Lillian's eyes lit up, and something new appeared in her gaze as she looked at the boy:
"How about I take the order myself and deflower you?"

Thales was taken aback.

boom!
"No!"

Before Golov could even wipe the water from his mouth, he instinctively slammed his hand on the table:
"No!"

Glancing at Golov's anxious, pained, and indignant (even slightly warning) eyes, Thales' heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled:
"You've misunderstood, Miss Lillian... I, um, I really didn't come here..."

Lillian realized what was happening and felt somewhat embarrassed:

"Oh, I see, you're not here to satisfy your cravings with girls."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief and gave an awkward smile:
"Yes, I'm not..."

But Lillian's eyes darted around, and she smiled again:
"No problem, we have male technicians too!"

Thales' smile hardened.

"Whether you prefer muscular hunks or gaunt teenagers, middle-aged weirdos or elderly men..."

Thales's expression changed again, and he waved his hands frantically:

"No, no, no, I don't want a man either..."

"Men don't like it either?"

Lillian was taken aback and looked him up and down again.

The top hostess at the club glanced outside the door and finally sighed.

“Believe me, young master,” Lillian looked at Thales with a strange expression:
"Sisi is beautiful and knows what men want, but she's not someone to be trifled with. If you fall for her, you're in for a world of trouble."

Eh?
Sissi?

Thales was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening.

"I--"

Thales, his face flushed, tried his best to avoid using the word "prostitution":
"I really didn't come here...to do business with you!"

Golov, whose expression had been strange for a long time, also whispered a reminder from the side:
"Lillian!"

A few seconds later, seeing Thales's embarrassed state, the top hostess of Leia Club chuckled.

“I know,” Lillian crossed her arms, her upper body swaying in an alluring curve, yet exuding an air of competence and experience:

"I just want to see if you really don't know anything about this, or if you're just shy."

Thales paused again, staring blankly at the other person.

“Now it seems,” Lillian looked him over again, clicked her tongue and shook her head, “both.”

She covered her mouth and smiled:
"Haha, a newbie."

Thales' face darkened.

He desperately wanted to explain that he wasn't, that he really wasn't...

But after Lillian finished teasing him, her expression turned cold.

"Now, you're done, so get out of here."

Upon hearing this, Golov hesitated for a moment:
"Lillian, I didn't mean to today..."

“Yes! It wasn’t intentional!” Lillian interrupted him sharply, once again displaying her unyielding demeanor:
"You said the same thing last time!"

Golov's voice faltered, and he immediately deflated.

Thales swallowed hard and instinctively shrank further into the corner to avoid this "lovers' quarrel."

Lillian wasn't finished yet; anger and pain flashed in her eyes.
"But those shames and marks on me haven't faded yet!"

As they were talking, this charming yet fierce girl didn't hesitate at all and lifted up her thin top!
She exposed her beautiful upper body nakedly to the two of them!

Thales and Glov were so frightened that they both turned their heads away and closed their eyes.

"Do you want to see? Look!" Lillian's voice trembled slightly as she stared intently at Golov, who kept his eyes closed and dared not look up, her expression a mixture of sorrow and urgency:

"Your achievements? What you gave me!"

Although it was just a fleeting, unintentional glimpse, Thales could see enough: despite her beautiful form, Lillian's upper body, from her neck to her chest and from her waist to her abdomen, was covered in scars, a heartbreaking sight.

This made him uneasy: what kind of grudges had Glov and his confidante accumulated to have such a strange relationship?

The sound of clothes being put on could be heard in the air.

“Open your eyes,” Lillian said coldly.
"I'm all dressed."

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Lillian,” Golover said, his eyes still closed, his voice trembling with anguish.

"I'm very hugg—"

Lillian interrupted him.

"Yes, sorry? Apologize?"

Lillian's words were filled with hatred and heartache, complex and subtle.

"Whether before or after, this is all you'll ever say."

She finished dressing, gave a cold laugh, and looked away, like a lover whose heart had long since died.
"Every time, fucking."

Upon hearing this, Golov turned pale.

He swayed violently, as if he had just been hit hard.

Thales stood silently in the corner, not daring to utter a single word.

This is not his battlefield.

A few seconds later, facing the heartless Lillian, Golov slumped to his feet:

"I see."

He pressed his hand firmly on the table, turned toward the door, and even ignored Thales:

"I'm leaving now."

Just now.

"Wait a moment!"

Lillian's voice came again, cold and distant.

Golov's body froze on the spot.

“Wait until your blood dries before you leave,” Lillian said, staring at the bandages on his body with a complicated expression.

"They will scare away the guests."

Lillian's footsteps sounded as she headed towards the door.

Glov remained motionless, not daring to even turn around to look at her, let alone speak.

"What are you looking at?"

Lillian noticed Thales watching from the sidelines, her gaze sharpened, and she made a move to tear open her shirt:

"My (breasts)?"

Thales was startled and quickly lowered his head.

Lillian glanced at him for a second, then chuckled, and gracefully pushed open the door to leave. "Hmph."

The door closed.

Inside the room, decorated in an ambiguous manner, Thales and Glov both breathed a sigh of relief.

The former leaned completely against the wall, while the latter slumped unsteadily into a chair.

One was deep in thought, while the other was dejected and unable to rise.

“Golof?” Thales asked tentatively.

“Yes, Your Highness Wyatt?” The dejected Golov responded halfway before realizing there was no one else in the room, and switched back to the honorific title.

The conversation ended there, and both of them remained silent for a while.

It seems that Lillian's influence has not yet dissipated.

Finally, Thales sighed and broke the silence:

"How is Komuto?"

Golov came to his senses and said in a daze:
"Tink moved him to another room; he'll need to rest for a while—neither I nor young master Karabyan can withstand his punches."

Thales frowned:
"So, Cohen, you recognized him?"

Glov nodded, his mood still at rock bottom, his mind elsewhere.
"When we stop."

The two fell silent again.

Thales finally couldn't help but speak up: "About what just happened..."

With a click, the door opened again.

Thales and Glov instinctively shut up and looked away from each other.

"Ah, this pee was so long, it felt so good..."

Tinker sighed with satisfaction as he pulled up his belt and came in.

"Hey, I saw Lillian go out."

He looked at the dejected Grover in the room, automatically ignoring the boy Thales, who was huddled in the corner and was shorter than him.

Tinker sat down in front of Golov and sighed:
“You…you have to understand her, Fatty.”

Upon hearing this title, Golov trembled slightly.

“I understand,” the zombie slowly came to his senses, looking at the man in front of him with gratitude and affection: “Thank you, Tinker.”

"brother."

Tinker's brow twitched.

He wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Tinker hesitated before reaching out, seemingly wanting to pat Golov on the shoulder, but stopped when he saw the bandages on the other man's body.

"So," Tinker said with a complicated expression, "you got whipped by your boss again? Like last time?"

Golov, his expression gloomy, shook his head:

"Different."

Tinker snorted softly:
"Will you be as unlucky as last time? You know, you were locked up for months—"

"Do not."

Golov shook his head in denial, subconsciously glancing towards the corner:

"I got a new boss."

"He... has a decent temper."

Thales quickly lowered his head, making it clear that he didn't know Thales.

“That’s good,” Tinker said, perhaps out of context, not noticing the subtle interactions, and instead sighed deeply, “Lillian was almost going crazy during those days.”

Upon hearing the name, Golov was moved and shuddered again.

The two men sat facing each other in silence.

“I don’t understand,” Golov said indignantly a few seconds later, as if he had regained some of his composure.

"That green-skinned guy outside—"

Golov stopped talking, glanced at Thales, and switched to a more formal form of address:

“I mean the guard.”

Tinker shook his head dismissively: "Hmm?"

Golov withdrew his skeptical gaze:

"He's not Lillian's man?"

“No,” Tinker chuckled and shook his head. “Lillian said he’s a good man, that’s great.”

"Too good to be her man."

Faced with these profound words, Golov remained silent for a while.

"Not her man... so that means you're just cooperating with Qingpi?"

Tinker chuckled lightly:
"Cooperation? That idiot bastard? With a brain like his?"

Thales, standing to the side, raised an eyebrow, feeling a moment of regret for Cohen's reputation.

"He thinks we are cooperating with him—which makes him feel accomplished, so he will protect us in return."

Tinker said sarcastically:

“Lillian has known him for a long time, and I have to say, he’s quite useful at times.”

He glanced at Golov for a second:
"Isn't it much better than relying on some noble bastard with enemies everywhere to protect us?"

Upon hearing this, Golov was speechless again:
"I……"

As if anticipating the other party's reaction, Tinker waved his hand impatiently:

"Okay, I was just joking."

He exhaled and gestured towards the door with his chin:
"That greenhorn, the guy named Ka Yang, came a few years ago. He's a hothead, just like all the other greenhorns who come here for the first time. He's straightforward, stubborn, and full of lofty ideals of fairness and justice."

“After the ‘One Night War,’ he went from the Black Street to the Underground Street, from Red Street to Linhe Street, from the Brotherhood to the Iron Bat Society, and he was always up and down, causing chaos and unrest in the Lower City and West Ring District. He was hated by everyone, and it is said that even in the strongholds of the thugs, there were many people who didn’t like him.”

Thales' mind raced as he processed Cohen's activities over the years.

"Skilled and tough, that's one thing, but we've encountered thugs like that before," Tinker said with a sarcastic smile, arms crossed.
"But I heard he comes from an unusual background, and even served on the western front. The big shots in the gang don't want to go up against him. Otherwise, with his level of skill, how could he still be alive and kicking around like this?"

Golov's eyes narrowed slightly:
"So, he brought about change?"

"Change?" Tinker smiled silently, as if he had heard an absurd joke.

“I admit, at first it might have been quite novel: Wow, a skilled, well-connected, and seemingly somewhat conscientious hoodlum has arrived in Xicheng’s den of thugs.”

At this point, Tinker scoffed dismissively.

"But as everyone—whether it was us or the Black Silk Gang—gradually figured out how to deal with this idiot: bribe his connections, figure out his principles, observe his law enforcement habits, treat people differently based on their status, and even cut off his enthusiasm from both ends: we would hide the people he wanted to arrest in advance, and we would bribe the thugs to release the people he arrested, give him false information, trip him up, and make him suffer. Several years have passed..."

Tinker's mood became increasingly depressed as he spoke, and his sarcasm became more and more deliberate.

"As it turns out, he's no different from the other ruthless thugs."

He clicked his tongue and shook his head dismissively:

"At most, they'll just jump around a bit more energetically."

Thales sighed inwardly.

He realized that Tinker, who had close ties with both Golov and Lillian, seemed to be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang.

If, as he himself claims, Golov was once a beggar in the Blood Bottle Gang, then their old acquaintance can be understood.

But—Thales found it strange—why did Tinker have such complicated emotions when talking about Cohen?
Golov was silent for a moment, then snorted angrily:
“A friend of mine is right: that bastard, he has something wrong with his head.”

"You'd better have as little contact with him."

Tinker laughed again.

But unexpectedly, this time he actually shook his head.

"It's not a matter of thinking."

Tinker sighed softly:
“Red Street, Black Street, Underground Street, Grand Market, Sewers, and even Xingju Square and Fuxing Palace... Every brick, wall, blade of grass, and tree in Yongxing City has been exposed to the sun and rain for hundreds of years.”

Nothing has changed.

"It won't change."

Golov frowned at him.

"It's as if someone used invisible glue to bind everything in the entire Everstar City together, making it strong and sticky," Tinker said absentmindedly.
"No matter how much wind and rain it gets, it just stays still."

Upon hearing this, Telston was taken aback.

"And a guy who only has ideals and morals, let alone if he's just a foolish young rascal, even if he's the smartest scholar, the strongest warrior, the most powerful king in the world..."

Tinker looked dejected and helpless, then smiled indifferently.
"Hmph, it's the same, nothing can be changed."

Thales was momentarily dazed.

Having only ideals and morality...

Nothing can be changed.

“Just like this damn world we live in,” Tinker leaned against the table, his mood sinking, “it never changes.”

"will not."

I know this update is only 4500 words, which is a bit short.

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