Kingdom’s Bloodline

"You mean, Constance Brightstar, my little aunt?"

Thales repeated subconsciously

Constance.

Little disaster.

run away from marriage.

besides……

"The tenth giant?"

"Hmm," Morris first smiled knowingly, then sullenly

"I still remember, when we went through all kinds of hardships and finally returned to the border of the stars, the little catastrophe proposed to get drunk as a farewell, so we slipped into the wine cellar of a rich dog, and Crying and laughing and drinking until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, we only found out after we sobered up that the 'wine cellar' full of wine she found was actually the material warehouse of the Gonghai City Chief Security Office."

Thales frowned, remembering what Aunt Alice 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

"Hei Jian said that the Goddess of the Setting Sun probably caught a cold when she created Constance, so she accidentally dropped her soul into the prison river and rinsed it, so she could only pretend that nothing happened, and quickly fished it out while God was not paying attention, doing it indiscriminately. Plug it..."

"For her and the disasters she encountered along the way..."

Morris' expression was sweet and bitter.

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

Listening to the other party's words, Thales couldn't help smiling, and began to imagine the performance of his notoriously unreliable aunt and the "Big Nine" wandering outside.

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

"So this is your encounter with Horace."

Thales returned to the present, and said sternly

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

Heard the name again,

Morris's expression also became less good-looking.

"Nobody likes him."

The fat man of the fraternity snorted coldly.

"vice versa."

Nobody likes Horace.

Seeing his perception of Horace, doubts flooded Thales' heart.

"Then why do you still sacrifice your life for him?"

Prince frowned

"Take risks for him and do treasonous things?"

Morris gave him a slightly thoughtful look.

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

"We don't die for him."

He said coldly, "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, a pervert without humanity."

Cold-blooded butcher.

Thales became more and more puzzled

"But--"

"We are willing to go through fire and water for the black sword, just as he is willing to go through fire and water for us," the fat man interrupted him, as if he didn't want to talk more

"That's all."

Thales chewed his words, sorting out the logic in them.

"You mean... to work for Horace, this is Black Sword's decision," the prince squinted and said, "And you are just... to help?"

Morris twitched the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.

"I remembered. 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 was their relationship? What did he owe Horace? Or what did Horace give Black Sword?"

"So much so that he is willing to go through life and death for the second prince, and even bring you brothers who live and die as companions?"

Morris still didn't answer, just stared at him carefully.

A few seconds later, the fat man smiled softly, but the way he looked at Thales became more and more interesting.

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

"Yeah," Morris said with a sly smile, repeating his words

"Why did you stop?"

Thales' expression changed.

But the fat man's eyes were still fixed on him.

"Okay." Thales snorted coldly, thinking that this guy really did a good job.

He began to miss the cheerfulness of the people in the Northland.

"Although the clues are messy and not related to each other," the prince said solemnly

"But from what I've seen and heard, what the Kingdom's Secret Division has done recently generally converges in three directions."

Morris listened carefully.

"The most likely and most urgent one is Xihuang."

Thinking of Anke Bailar, Thales couldn't help feeling heavy.

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

Morris frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"The second is the South Bank Territory."

The prince said lightly

"As far as I know, the business there is prosperous and the life is rich. If there is anything in the Kingdom Secret Science that can be used by you and the Blood Bottle Gang...you should be more familiar with it than me."

Morris thought about it.

"The last is the Blades' Edge, but I don't know much about it. I only know that it may have something to do with the local enfeoffment pattern."

Thales closed his mouth.

There was silence between the two of them.

"that's all?"

Morris was a little lost and asked

"Only three place names? Three duchies? Gone?"

Thales sneered softly.

"That's a secret department, why, do you want more?"

Morris tried hard to digest the information, his expression gradually changed

"Western Wilderness, South Bank, Blade's Edge, and us—are you fucking kidding me?"

Thales didn't mean to be polite to him at all.

"Why, do you think a prince came to the notorious Lower Town just to make fun of a gang leader?"

"Who knows, maybe you are really lustful, to flirt with women?"

Thales showed a polite but hypocritical smile.

Morris pondered for a while, then looked up again.

"Well, assuming what you said is true... If such a big thing is really involved behind the scenes, what can you expect us to do?"

"In other words, it's a big matter for the kingdom, what can us street punks do, just lie down and do whatever we want."

Thales was silent for a moment.

"Tell me, Maurice, back then, when you Big Nine took over that exorbitant errand," 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 was slightly restrained, his eyes were clouded.

Thales sighed and took a deep breath.

He went to the next shelf.

Strangely, although the place is cramped and cramped, not as bright and spacious as the Mindis Hall, and even less classical than the Fuxing Palace, Thales feels that his breathing is smoother than when he was in the latter two.

But one thing remains the same.

chain.

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

Morris listened attentively, but looked puzzled.

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

"On the contrary, each chain is inlaid with each other. There is me in you, and you in me. Each pair of inlays is different, pushing and pulling, squeezing and rubbing. Each node is unique and has its own laws. Never repeat."

Thales looked quietly at the gaps in the shelves on both sides, imagining that chains pierced from left to right, and finally gathered on his body, locking him firmly.

Kessel, Fuxing Palace, Gilbert, Imperial Conference, Mallos, Mindis Hall, Anke Bailar, Royal Banquet, Raphael, Black Prophet, Kingdom Secret Division...

This time, he felt that these chains were bound round and round around his body if they had any substance.

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

"This is our world, where interactions at all levels gather to form the most complex, subtle and unfathomable influence mechanism - even two chains that seem least likely to be connected may hide connections beyond imagination. "

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

"When you pull one end, it drives all the rest, and then they pull back and affect the original chain."

"Do you believe that sometimes, a bloody brawl between gangsters may affect the final ownership of a country's royal power."

Morris couldn't understand why.

Thales withdrew his left hand lightly, put the scar on his palm, together with the imaginary chains, into his fist, and pressed them firmly against his chest.

There, burns under clothing seemed to ache.

Thales opened his eyes suddenly.

"Similarly, the rise and fall of the two largest gangsters 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. Changes in iron smelting, mining, food and agriculture, taxation, price levels, stock levels, profit increases and decreases, and the quality of life. The blood bottle gang is related to the interests of the great nobles and lords. , the fraternity is deeply rooted in the circles of the poor, and when the balance is out of balance, it is time for you to fight or negotiate."

Morris was lost in thought, his brow tightening.

After a few seconds.

"Kingdom? With us?"

One of the fraternity bosses chuckled, his eyes cold.

"Come on, you're just scaremongering and deliberately exaggerating."

The fat man stared closely at Thales' 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 one end of the chain to the other? You thought it was a puppet show, the king's As soon as you move your finger, the gangsters on the street will start filming?"

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

"So, you really understand."

The prince looked at him intently

"At least better than Lanser, who is engaged in intelligence."

Morris' complexion became a little ugly.

"Okay, let me trust you," Thales turned around and played with the goods on the other side

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

"But it still doesn't make sense. After the death of Horace and the end of the Bloody Year, what made you stay in the capital and step into the quagmire of the lower city, willing to become a bottom-level gangster, take root and grow, and dedicate your life."

Morris stiffened.

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

"The black sword mentioned it."

Thales frowned

"What?"

There was a sly look in Morris' eyes.

"After returning from the Northland, Black Sword told us," he looked at Thales' back, "Maybe one day, a certain little prince will come to our door and be interested in our relationship with the Bloody Year."

"Looks like it's today."

Thales' expression changed, and he put down the goods in his hand.

Damn.

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

The connection between Hei Jian and these people is closer than he imagined.

"Don't tell me, you formed the Brotherhood to avenge Horace?"

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

"According to your statement, Horace's charm should not be so great."

However, at this time, Morris walked to the window and sighed.

"Son, have you ever picked flax sheaves?"

Thales stepped up to keep up with him, "What?"

"Of course you didn't, pampered prince."

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

"But I have chosen."

Thales tilted his head puzzled.

"Grasp the roots, keep an eye on the heads and tails, beat and thresh, sort and sort, stack and arrange, step by step," the fat man looked at the distance outside the window, meaningfully, "At first, you thought It's simple, it's clear, and you can get out in no time."

"But you soon find out that from the very first bundle, the lint accidentally pops up and comes back."

"You think it's just a small problem, but as the progress continues, picking up a bunch, popping out a bunch, more and more bunches get out of control and become tangled."

Morris frowned tightly.

"Over time, all the out-of-control flax bundles are even entangled with each other and tangled together, disrupting the entire pile of flax bundles. You can't find the head, you can't find the root, you can't hold it, you can't shake it, but you struggle. If you don’t take it off, you won’t be able to pull it out.”

"By the time you come back to your senses, even your own hands and feet will be tied up in it. It will become tighter and tighter, and it will be difficult to extricate yourself."

He said in a daze

"At that moment, all the flax turned into a mess that you couldn't recognize, let alone untangle."

"And when you face a mess, you just get deeper and deeper, and you can't do anything about it."

Deeper and deeper, helpless.

Thales didn't interrupt him. On the contrary, the prince followed his gaze and looked thoughtfully at the dirty street outside the window.

"You come from a noble family, so you feel that the invisible chains are not clear, which is very troublesome?"

Morris squeezed his fingers and snorted lightly.

"Next time, try flax—feel the pain of the people."

The two were silent for a while.

But Thales felt that he had read something.

"What about the rest?"

Thales sighed

"Apart from you and Heijian, where are the other members of the Nine Giants?"

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

Looking at the other party's expression and remembering the confrontation between Ashida and Hei Jian, Thales suddenly knew the answer.

"During the bloody year, what happened?" He asked softly.

Morris was silent for a moment, then turned his head away.

For some reason, looking at his expression, Thales suddenly remembered the people in the Prison of Bones.

This made him less interested.

"That's enough, let's go." He let out a breath, ignored Morris, walked out of the shelf, greeted Glover and the two, and immediately walked towards the store door.

"Excuse me, young master, where is your residence?"

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

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

Thales frowned.

"Store here," the boy said coldly

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

Thales glanced at Morris behind him.

Grove froze for a moment.

The fraternity fat man snorted

"certainly."

"Hey," Cohen burst out dissatisfied.

"How did you become good friends—"

"Goodbye, Yanni," Thales didn't look at the security officer, but looked at the young proprietress with a complicated expression, "and..."

The boy was silent for a moment, and said quietly

"Thanks."

Yan Ni also looked at him silently and smiled.

"You're welcome," replied the good girl who was married and married softly

"It should."

"Please take care, kind young master."

Her tone was gentle and her eyes were calm.

Just like back then.

Thales glanced at Yanni for the last time, with emotions in his eyes

"Ah, you too."

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

The zombie froze for a moment, reached out to his waist, but remembered that his purse had been graciously thrown to Sissy in the Laiya Club.

Glover turned awkwardly to Cohen.

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

I?

Glover frowned and made a urging expression

if not?

Cohen held down the same empty money bag at his waist, thinking of the almost bottomless salary he withheld this month, he suddenly felt bitter.

"What," the killer Leyock appeared at the right time, and snorted at Cohen

"Does the police officer want to forcibly pay on credit to bully the market?"

Cohen froze for a moment.

Thales walked in front and didn't see it, but Morris behind him watched his words and smiled heartily

"It doesn't matter."

"The bill goes to the fraternity."

Grove, the boss behind him, was taken aback for a moment, then trembled, with a bitter expression on his face.

Morris realizes something lol

"Don't be nervous, old man, it's not that kind of 'checkout', this time we're paying for real, um, paying for real money."

Grove gave an ugly smile.

Morris hooked his hands, and his subordinate took out a money bag and put it on the counter.

Old Grove didn't expect that the other party could really pay the bill, and he was immediately flattered.

But Morris has no intention of ending.

"Hey, old man."

I saw him wrapping his arms around Grove's shoulders, looking intimate.

Grove shuddered.

Before the boss could respond, Morris patted him on the cheek in a friendly way

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

Maurice chuckled, kept silent, and the smile disappeared.

Only the fleshy face was still shiny.

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

Morris patted Grove's chest boldly, almost slapping Grove on the back.

Only then did the fat man let go of him and walked out of the shop.

After the unusual group of customers left, the pharmacy owner let out a sigh of relief and fell limp in his wife's arms.

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

But to Grove's surprise, Yan Ni, who had been submissive since her days as a helper and remained unchanged until her wife's time, showed a profound expression he had never seen before.

"a friend."

Yanni supported her husband, looking quietly at the black hair on the back of Thales' head, her eyes were complicated and subtle

"A long, long time ago..."

"kid."

Grove's eyes widened, and his eyes wandered between the far-away guests and his wife. Anyway, he couldn't believe that Jenny had such a friend.

It wasn't until Thales and Morris disappeared at the corner of the street that Yanni came back to her senses and sighed.

But when she turned around, she saw her husband rubbing his hands with flattery on his face.

"Honey, what was the style of that dress you saw last time?" Grove flattered and smiled

"I bought it for you?"

Yan Ni, who knew her husband's virtue well, raised her eyebrows helplessly and rolled her eyes.

On the muddy streets of the underground mall, Glover and Cohen followed Thales closely. Not far behind them, Morris paced leisurely, chatting with Leyock and his subordinates.

The people along the way, first murmured together maliciously when they saw the three of Thales, and then ran away with frightened expressions after seeing Morris.

"Just now, Your Highness," the zombie first glanced at Morris behind him vigilantly, and lowered his voice.

"If you want to help the lady in the store, there's definitely a more...suitable method."

"In order not to make her suspect that you are..."

Glover hesitated for a moment, but didn't finish speaking.

"Teasing?"

Thales said lightly, helping him complete the sentence

"Or just for sex?"

Glover frowned, unable to answer the question.

"Ah, I was about to tell you about this!"

Hearing this, Cohen moved his ears, and said earnestly to Thales.

"I know, at your age, you will start to be interested in girls, but we need to develop a correct view of love, and don't regard sexual harassment as flirting with men and women..."

"You're right, Karen."

But Thales didn't even look at Cohen, but looked at the road ahead expressionlessly.

"I want to help Yanni."

"Instead of harming her."

Glover was slightly taken aback, and he quickly glanced behind him, as if realizing 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 corner, trying his best to forget the past

"Is she really satisfied with that kind of husband, really satisfied with that kind of life?"

Unexpectedly, the prince would ask such a question, Glover and Korn Qiqi were taken aback.

"of course not."

Glover hesitated for a moment, and said with certainty

"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, somebody told me," stammered the zombie, "that life is miserable, bitter."

Glover's eyes moved

"But so what? Get it done."

"It doesn't matter if the pose is pretty or not."

"You can live in style even in a pile of shit."

After hearing this, Thales couldn't help sighing as he looked at the dilapidated and dirty streets.

"You're a survivor, Karen Glover."

"No, I am not."

Glover looked into the distance and said in a daze

"She is."

At this moment, Cohen next to him let out a long sigh.

Thales and Gloria looked sideways.

"Although I don't quite understand what she said... medicine scales, bread and so on."

"But I suddenly feel..." Cohen hesitated for a moment, with a lost expression

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

Thales frowned

"Why?"

"I don't know," Cohen shook his head with an aggrieved tone

"But, but that's her life. She should be able to exchange it for other things, and she should be able to get better things in exchange."

The police officer's voice dropped

"But people only see her skirt."

"Also always without asking, just throwing bread to her."

cohen glum

"As if that was the only deal and there was no other option."

Glover snorted coldly.

"After all, there are men in this world who don't just look at her skirt, and don't just throw her bread."

Glover sarcastically said

"Like you?"

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

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

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

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

Thales narrowed his eyes

"How to say?"

"How to say……"

Cohen looked for the right words to express, his expression became more and more painful

"When I was still on the western front, our troops once captured a group of gray bastards who invaded the border and hunted caravans."

Glover's eyes moved, and he began to look at Cohen again.

"I was still young at the time, and I didn't have much experience. I pulled up the translator and asked their leader why the orcs wanted to hunt us down?"

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

Cohen took a breath and muffled.

"It turned out that it was because humans hunted us."

Thales was thoughtful, while Glover was expressionless.

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

"It smiled and answered, of course it can."

"As long as one of them kills the other."

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

Cohen let out a breath, with both worry and doubt in his eyes

"I swear, I've never been afraid of any gray bastard... But at that moment, facing that orc who was still laughing before he died, for the first time, I felt tired, bored, embarrassed, powerless, even... helpless The fear of origin."

The heartless Cohen said blankly

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

"I even suspected that at that moment, my sword heart was shaking."

Thales didn't speak, he just frowned.

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

"But why, it never brought peace?"

Cohen is ecstatic

"Never."

Thales sighed.

"Because we don't want peace in our hearts," Glover said in a muffled voice

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

Cohen smiled wryly

"Yeah, maybe."

Cohen then frowned.

"But just now, what the shopkeeper's wife said made me feel similar."

"Why, why do people always think that if she wants to get married and find a husband, she can only exchange her skirt for bread? Do they only look at her skirt and men's bread? Or is she only allowed to wear skirts and men to get bread? "

Glover shook his head

"I do not understand."

But Thales has a different look.

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

But he was puzzled and puzzled

"I just feel, I feel that no matter how much suffering I have suffered, no matter how severely injured I have been, no matter how fierce the battle I have fought, no matter how powerful the enemy I have faced...Compared with the expression on her face when she said this, It’s like, like, it’s nothing.”

Glover frowned, not understanding.

Cohen scratched his head, worrying about his meager language skills

"I feel as if, as if the enemy she has to face in this sentence is also an iron wall, even more than all the enemies I can meet in my life, from the criminals on the street to the orcs and sand robbers on the battlefield, up to To the Flaming Knights of Exeter, the Army of the North, and even the legendary demons and disasters..."

cohn sighed

"They are all more terrifying, powerful, and countless times more terrifying."

At that moment, Thales stopped in his tracks.

Glover cast a questioning look at the prince.

And Cohen's eyes are bleary

"Even if I reach the extreme realm, 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 raised his head to look at the sky.

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

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

"She has only one hand."

"It's not fair."

"not at all."

This time, Glover also began to think deeply.

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

yes.

It's not fair.

There was a sneer on Thales' lips.

not at all.

Behind them, Morris saw Thales stop, also no longer moving forward, just staring at the three with burning eyes.

The passers-by around, no matter beggars or gangsters, merchants or hired workers, as long as they knew the identities of Morris and Leyock, they all rushed to avoid them, and they dared not even look at these people.

Thales took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"If you can think of it that way, Cohn," the Prince smiled.

"Then she'll have 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, chuckled lightly

"Maybe DD is wrong."

Cohen blinked and innocently patted his head

"ah?"

"Your brain, maybe it's... not very bright." Thales walked up to Cohen with a smile, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his finger to his forehead, and flicked it crisply.

"Aww!"

Cohen didn't expect the majestic prince to sneak up on him like this, he let out a pained cry, covered his head and stepped back.

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

Thales withdrew his fingers, looked at Cohen who was gnashing his teeth in a "how dare you" with interest, and said with emotion

"It's not broken yet."

Broken?

Cohen looked at him unhappily.

at this moment.

"Thank you, idiot Qing Pi." Glover said suddenly sullenly.

Hearing "stupid green skin", Cohen let out a sigh of relief, turned around and said forcefully

"Hmph, if there is another fight, I'm not afraid...huh?"

The police officer reacted and said stupidly

"What did you just say?"

Glover sighed, stepped forward, looked into Cohen's eyes earnestly and awkwardly

"I said, thank you."

"Thanks," Cohen was puzzled at first, then stepped back vigilantly, and then asked

"Thank you for what?"

Glover was silent for a while.

"Lilian."

Cohn's eyes widened.

The zombie said silently

"I know, you've been helping her, after she..., helping her get rid of her harassers."

"Thank you."

Glover glanced at Thales and sighed

"Thank you for lending her an extra pair of hands."

ah?

Cohen stared blankly at Glover, then at the amiable Thales, feeling their meltingly gentle eyes, unable to understand the current situation.

What the hell is going on here?

Thales looked at this scene and smiled knowingly.

at this moment.

"My dear... little friend!"

The three turned their heads in unison.

I saw Morris rubbing his hands, and walked forward accompanied by Leyock and another subordinate, and a few sneaky figures disappeared into the alley behind him.

"The front is the main street of the underground mall," the fat boss of the brotherhood laughed.

"If you don't mind, let me be a tour guide?"

Thales frowned.

"No need," Cohen waved his hand, sternly refusing

"We are decent people, we don't talk to you guys—"

Thales raised his footsteps and stepped over Cohen. He spoke out, and together with Glover's grabbing action, he choked on what the police officer hadn't finished saying ("Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!")

"So you've just discussed it with other members of the Brotherhood—such as Black Sword?"

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

Morris' expression froze.

"Ahahaha!" The boss of the fraternity laughed and relieved the embarrassment

"of course not!"

Under Thales' gesture, Glover resisted the urge to step forward to stop (transformed into the strength to capture Cohen with his back), and watched Morris step forward and put his arm around the prince's shoulders. Walking forward with shoulders crossed.

"But think about it, you just gave us three unreachable place names, and told us that the secret department is going to do some unknown things in these places," Morris whispered in Thales' ear

"So we should beg for mercy from you, the bully, and be your watchdog and pawn just like the red turban in the past?"

Thales smiled.

"Morris, you don't look like a street gangster," the young man put his arms around the fat man's back, speaking with ease

"There is no rudeness and numbness that is muddling along and drunk."

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

"If you want to spend, you have to budget first."

"And I think, you want to keep it with us," Morris said with a slight look in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

Thales narrowed his eyes

"You should know what is the value of me like this."

Morris didn't speak.

Thales chuckled and said, "But I believe that you owe me more than this batch of potions?"

Morris stared sharply.

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

After a few seconds, Morris snorted and let him go.

"You say Constance is your real aunt, don't you?"

Thales turned his head.

Morris' expression turned cold.

"Then do you know how she died?"

Taylor's heart tightened.

He remembered Gilbert's teachings, sighed

"Shadow Shield and Surriton..."

"Ashida." Morris said softly.

Thales paused.

"Ashida Sacon." Fatty's voice sounded, looking extra cautious in the messy and dirty streets.

Only between the lines, there is a coldness.

Thales raised his eyebrows, no matter what, he never thought that this name would appear here

"What?"

Morris snorted softly and looked into the distance.

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

His tone was ethereal.

"Air Magician," Morris said lightly, as if he didn't care

"The undead monster."

"In front of Fuxing Palace..."

"Kill Constance."

killed……

killed……

Thales took a full three seconds to digest the meaning of this sentence.

The image of the graceful, calm and elegant mentor appeared in front of his eyes.

Constance?

But the boy could only stare wide-eyed and repeat the previous words in vain

"What?"

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

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

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

Fatty's voice trembled

"Lonely."

"helpless."

"cold."

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

Just like the experience that teacher brought him countless times.

"What?" he could only repeat a third time.

"It was crushed to death together," Morris stared at the sky in a daze, completely ignoring the second prince's question

"There are also a few other idiots in the 'Nine Giants'—they are 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 right in front of me and Heijian."

In an instant, countless chaotic and complicated thoughts flooded Thales' brain, even exceeding the upper limit of what he could bear.

But among them, that night, under the giant statue of Nakaru, what Black Sword said to the magician of air was particularly clear

Twelve years ago, when you, a monster, started killing people in the Fuxing Palace, why didn't you have such concerns?

What followed, also on that day, was the last words of that frightening girl when she finally disappeared

Be careful Ashida.

Thales was breathing in a trance.

"Apart from the territory and interests, this is our personal grievance with those red turbans of the Blood Bottle Gang."

"Black Sword, including Black Street Brotherhood," Morris lowered his head, clenched his fists before he knew it, his words trembling

"our existence."

"It's for someday."

He turned to look at Thales, his eyes were red

"Let these unkillable monsters..."

"Pay the price."