Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 162: Front and rear strikes

"You mean, my brother and the wine merchant?" Hillary asked.

“Yes,” Thales nodded and explained calmly, “On the bright side, Dagory Moss is a wine merchant from the central leadership, but he is serving your brother secretly. Of course, he is also stealing Your brother's money is full of personal pockets. Until the Secret Service finds him and uses this to turn against Moss."

"Well, no surprise."

"What I know is that the secret department of the kingdom sent Moss back to the Emerald City and asked him to find your brother and proposed to come to me to be a double-faced undercover agent, and the result..."

"As a result, my brother was unexpected on the first day and arrested Moss in public," Shiley bit the cigarette holder, exhaling a puff of cigarette, while mumbled from the corner of his mouth, "splashed you with dirty water with him and said You cover up profiteers?"

"Thank you for reminding me again," Thales frowned, "but that's the problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Moss just found me, and he was arrested before he even had time to attend the banquet with me," Thales said, "It stands to reason that when Moss hangs out with me a little longer, the relationship will be better. Closer, more contacts, and then arresting Moss and counting the charges, wouldn't it be more damaging to my reputation and make me more speechless? Why is Jen in such a hurry to start?"

Xilae rolled his eyes: "Maybe because that wine merchant once served him, my brother was worried that he knew too much, so it was better to do it first?"

"Maybe."

Tales showed a thoughtful expression:

"Anyway, this caught me off guard. In order to stay safe in the Emerald City, I had to reveal a little secret to Jenn."

"A little secret?"

Tales nodded and said:

"I told your brother that Moss was a spy of the secret department and was used to provoke my relationship with him. As for the fact that I was sent to marry you, this is the king's conspiracy to get Go down to the Emerald City and annex the South Bank."

Xilei snorted softly:

"In other words, you betrayed His Majesty and the Secret Division to clear yourself up?"

Tales's expression did not change:

"It's for the big picture, they'll understand, and..."

You should count the number of times they betrayed me.

Tales thought unpleasantly.

"And what?"

Tales returns to the current conversation:

"After several days of trial and error, I found out that Jen is very knowledgeable about the situation in the kingdom and his own situation."

Thiers remembered what Jenn said to him at the Battle of the Fight, and his expression became solemn:

"As early as the marriage letter arrived at Kongming Palace, Zhan En guessed my father's plan for the Emerald City, and guessed what Fuxing Palace sent me to do."

Sheila looked suspicious: "Are you sure?"

"He went to Yongxing City for this purpose, and used a plan to thwart Fuxing Palace's ambitions," Thales affirmed. "The worst time, he almost killed two lives with just one sword. At the royal banquet, the royal meeting was devastated."

"Sounds like his style," Hillary nodded, his face changed, "Wait a minute, but that means..."

"Yes, Jenn knew everything from the beginning," Thales said coldly, "he was just acting with me all the time, 'What? Your dad actually wants to kill me? What? You are against your dad too? ? That's great, Thales, let's get rid of the old hatred and cooperate!'."

Xilei looked at him with disgust: "How many brain-dead stage plays have you watched in the Temple of the Underworld?"

Tales coughed awkwardly:

"Since this is the case, with Jen's suspicious and suspicious nature, he must have begun to suspect that this wine merchant who served him has been Betrayed by the secret department of the kingdom."

"I see," Ciel said suddenly, "therefore, my brother made up his mind to arrest the wine merchant on the first day he joined your team, not allowing him to play the role of a secret spy, and It can ruin your reputation."

But Thales shook his head:

"Too soon."

"What's too fast?"

Tales took a deep breath:

"From what I know about Jenn, if he really suspects that Moss is a spy for the Kingdom Secret Service..."

Xilei reacted: "Then my brother should keep quiet, let the wine merchant approach you, let Moss pretend to report to him, let Moss be a self-righteous spy?"

Tales nodded and said:

"In order to know ourselves and the enemy, wait for the opportunity, maximize the value of Moss, and in turn detect the actions of the kingdom's secret department and the Fuxing Palace - it seems that you also know your brother very well."

Sheila narrowed her eyes:

"But my brother didn't. Instead, he arrested the wine merchant."

"And just a few hours after Dagory Moss met me," Thales said, "the Emerald Legion was fully armed and counted the crimes in public."

The prince said solemnly:

"This is tantamount to abandoning this piece directly: even if Moss doesn't die, he will be imprisoned, he will no longer be able to appear in front of people, and he will no longer be able to generate value, let alone use him to spy on the secret department or the Fuxing Palace."

Sheila understands:

"So, this piece, which could have been valuable, was discarded too quickly by my brother."

Tales nodded, deeply suspicious:

"Too soon is not in his interest."

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"Our investigation was blocked."

In Thales' lounge, Mallos' brief summary made His Royal Highness black.

"First of all, Conmutuo, he tried to find acquaintances in the vigilante hall as before, and wanted to get the case file of Dagory Moss and learn about his previous activities in the Emerald City. After Si's death, the relevant case files were sealed, and..."

Marios didn't continue, but looked behind him.

Conmutuo coughed, took a step forward, and continued embarrassedly:

"And what's even more strange is that my friend in the police hall just tentatively raised a word, and was warned by Shangfeng, saying that it should not be asked. Don't ask. This made him scared to death and refused to ask again. Give us the news...I think it's going to be hard to dig something out of this line of the Police Department."

Obviously, someone doesn't want them to find out.

Tales had a cold face and rubbed the puppet bear in his hand expressionlessly:

"So, the clue is broken here?"

Marios turned his head, on the other side, Wya stepped forward excitedly:

"Fortunately, Your Highness, thanks to the management regulations of the Emerald City, the document filing system of each department is quite complete."

"Documents? Keep files?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Wya nodded:

“There is a report file in the city hall: A few days ago, the police department blocked an intersection in the Dianjin District, saying that it was a search for fugitives, but the inscription was unusual. It was the day after his arrest, and all the people sent were vigilantes related to the Morse case.”

Tales shines:

"So it must have something to do with Morse...but, how did you know there was this filing?"

Speaking of this, Wyya's smile stagnated and her voice lowered:

"There is a new clerk in the city hall who I met at a dinner party. He is... He has an uncle who works in the capital and happens to be in the Department of Foreign Affairs, so he is willing to make it easy for us."

Department of Foreign Affairs...

Tales was a little silent: So, it was Gilbert's blessing.

"Fine, then what?"

"Morgan and Oscarson went to that intersection," Mallos took over, "the blockade has been lifted, but..."

The watchman looks behind him.

Oscarson took a step forward, carefully staring at the cute bear in Thales' hands, trembling: "It's where the rich and wealthy businessmen live together, Your Highness, so the police department's search must also be reported to the City Hall, but The problem is..."

"It's been 'cleaned' there," the veteran Morgan couldn't stand it any longer, and he cut off resolutely, murderous, "the neighbors around, the doorman at the door, the street vendor selling snacks, and even the coachman who often runs that road. Everyone was greeted, and all of them were very secretive about the words 'wine merchants', 'fugitives', 'arrest', as if they were sure that someone would come to inquire, but no one was willing to speak."

"There are still people watching around the intersection," Oskarsen added, glancing nervously at Morgan. "It should be the local vigilantes, or even the Emerald Corps, we, we managed to get rid of them."

Fuck you, Jenn.

Tales sighed:

"So, the thread is broken again?"

"Not necessarily," Oskarsen said. "A coachman said that he pulled a man who looked like that Morse not long ago and watched him enter one of the mansions."

Tales' expression moved: "Really?"

"Wait," Wyah couldn't help asking, "but you just said that everyone around was greeted and no one was willing to speak?"

Morgan glared at him and snorted, "Yes."

"Why did the coachman speak up?"

"It's our civility and politeness," Oskarsen hurriedly took over the conversation, "ask him in a good voice, and he was willing to speak."

Wiya narrowed her eyes and looked at Morgan's arm:

"Morgan Vanguard, why are your fists and knuckles bruised?"

Morgan calmly hid his hands and said coldly:

"Just practiced boxing today, against... sandbags."

Everyone was suddenly stunned.

"You mean," Wyah wondered, "to practice boxing in a civilized and polite way?"

Morgan's eyes are like knives and murderous:

"Have you asked enough?"

"Anyway, Your Highness," Oskarsen interrupted quickly, rounding up the conversation, "We asked, um, the mansion that Moss visited belonged to a wool merchant named Diop."

"Wool dealer? Diop?"

Tales pondered:

"So, Moss visited this Diop, and then what?"

Mr. Mallos nodded: "Mrs. Diop said that on the day Moss was arrested, her husband left the house early, but he didn't return for a long time, and he still doesn't know his whereabouts."

The prince frowned:

"The thread is broken again?"

Marios coughed softly: "Not necessarily."

"Okay," Thales sighed, "Which mighty Star Lake Guardian is this time?"

Marios looked at his subordinates with a rare...unnatural expression.

"Guardian Danny Doyle, he learned through unconventional means," the watchman tried to tell the truth, "that Mr. Diop, he has a mistress outside and another residence."

Tales was stunned for a moment:

"You mean D.D, what unconventional way?"

Marioston took a moment and seemed to blame Thales for not being too talkative, but he continued:

"As far as I know, Mr. Diop's wife, she had a crush on Doyle's escort, and was persuaded by Doyle..."

Blue eyes are added...

As soon as these words came out, the Star Lake Guards booed "as expected".

Tales narrowed his eyes.

Everyone talked a lot and talked yin and yang: "I don't know how D.D 'convinced' her..."

"Of course I use my mouth..."

"That's right, D.D's eloquence is really good..."

"And where was the persuasion?"

"In a warm, cramped bedroom?"

"Mr. Diop has no opinion on this?"

"Don't Mr. Diop know..."

"You better not need to know, right?"

"Silence!" Mallos had to maintain order, "We're talking business!"

Tales rubbed his forehead and reacted:

"Wait, what about D.D?"

"Just as I was about to say this, he and the Glover Pioneer volunteered," Mallos frowned. "Let's go to the residence of Mr. Diop's mistress first to find out information."

These remarks caused everyone to chat with each other strangely:

"Ah..."

"Why is he so aggressive..."

"This is..."

"It must be for that mistress..."

"Could it be for Mr. Diop?"

"Who knows..."

"But he also brought zombies..."

"Three people, it's more fun..."

"You mean front and rear flanking?"

"And Mr. Diop, that's four people..."

"Why do you like Mr. Diop so much..."

But in the inexplicable discussions, Mallos keenly noticed:

Prince Thales frowned deeply.

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"Then have you ever thought that Moss was arrested so quickly because my brother was too afraid of the secret department?"

Xiley asked: "He didn't want to risk taking advantage of this pawn, so he cut off the hands of the Secret Division at the root and stifled the conspiracy in the cradle in the first place?"

"It's possible," Thales nodded, "but then he's too slow."

"Too slow?" Hilley wondered, "You mean, if my brother is so afraid of the Secret Service, then he shouldn't have asked Moss to see you at all, he should have been suspicious of Moss for the first time. , just silence or arrest him, so as not to cause extra trouble?"

"Yeah," Thales said, "this is what I don't understand: If Jenn still wants to use Morse, then he would have abandoned Morse too quickly, if Jenn is a fearful secret agent , then he was too slow to arrest Morse again."

"Then maybe, his mentality is between the two. He wants to use Moss to give you a hard time, and he is afraid of the secret department in the dark. He doesn't want to give them a chance?"

"Perhaps, it barely makes sense," Thales sighed, "until last night."

Shila exhaled a cigarette: "Moss is dead?"

Tales nodded.

"No matter who did it, a sensitive secret spy died in his prison, Jenn should be more vigilant and suspicious, and pursue it," the prince showed a suspicious expression, "but he once He instructed his subordinates to forge evidence and even the time of the incident, and tried his best to cover it up, saying that this was so as not to affect the battle. Second, after he was discovered and pointed out by me, he followed my words and tried to convince me that it was done by the secret department, saying Morse's death is just misleading, saying that Morse may have been used by the Secret Service to provoke conflict - but this was originally a story I made up to win his trust a few days ago."

"Unless that's what Jen did," Sheila frowned, "there's something wrong with that wine merchant."

Tales nodded in agreement:

"In this way, I probably pieced together another set of truths."

Tales rubbed his hand lightly, with a vision in his eyes:

"In the beginning, Moss went to Zhan En, and let the latter suspect that the wine merchant was turned against by the secret department, but Zhan En was very confident, not only did he not fear at all, but he pretended not to know, and planned to let Moss approach me, for maximum benefit."

"But just as I arrived at the Emerald City, Jenn suddenly found out that there was something wrong with Moss. This made your brother change his mind and decide to abandon the original plan and arrest Moss on the street, even after he was in prison. Chasing after him, to kill his mouth."

Shila frowned: "What's wrong with Morse?"

Tales shook his head:

"I don't know. But since Jenn can rest assured to let Moss approach me, he must have thoroughly investigated Moss before, and it must not be an old and rotten thing that can make him change his mind, such as Moss. Sri Lanka is rich or the wine business is losing money or something."

Sheila nodded knowingly:

"And it must have happened after this wine merchant arrived in the Emerald City, or maybe even before he went to you?"

Tales nodded: "Exactly."

"It's the secret department of the kingdom."

Xilei pondered for a few seconds, then affirmed:

"No matter what problem Jenn finds in Moss that makes him so gaffe, it must have something to do with the Secret Division. This is the only explanation."

Tales agreed and said solemnly:

"I think, in the case of Moss, maybe the Kingdom Secret Service and your brother, they have been fighting back and forth for several rounds in an invisible dark place."

Xilei remembered something, her expression changed slightly:

"Wait, so you sent someone to track down Morse?"

"Already gone, as we speak."

"Get them back."

"Okay—what did you say?" Thales said in surprise.

Shi Lai shook her head:

"If the problems with Moss really make my brother so afraid... Trust me, you can't find anything."

"Are you sure?"

Sheila affirmed:

"First of all, you are outsiders. With my brother's control over the city, you can't hide any of your actions from him..."

"Secondly, if your subordinates are lucky and find clues, it will be even worse, then with my brother's character, he will do whatever it takes..."

Tales frowned:

"What do you mean?"

"It means..."

Xilei took a deep breath and said seriously:

"Your men, they are in danger."

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"We're one step late."

In a luxurious mansion, D.D followed Glover into a **** room with the curtains drawn tightly.

"This should be the wool dealer named Diop, and his mistress, who have been hiding here these days until..."

Glover frowned at a man and a woman long dead in bed.

Behind him, D.D leaned against the wall with a pale face, taking deep breaths.

"Have you ever seen a dead man?"

"I've seen it, but..." D.D gritted his teeth and forced himself to look at the pair of corpses on the bed. "They didn't even need to kill her."

Glover calmly draws the curtains, and the light enters the room: Diop's expression before his death is horrified.

"Not 'they', but 'he'."

"He?"

"This technique was done by the same person," Glover grabbed Diop's wrist and observed it carefully. "Stop the target and break the wrist, just like Moss in prison."

"The only difference is that in order to avoid the target's struggle, Moss probably died after being knocked out, and this..."

Glover frowned when he saw Diop's expression and the red-stained sheets:

"Diop was strapped to the bed, unable to move, and could only watch himself bleeding and dying slowly."

Feel the life leaving the body little by little.

D.D finally adjusted and resumed normal breathing:

"Why?"

"Let me guess, for torture," Glover scrutinized the wound. "In this case, he will answer whatever you ask."

"No, I mean, why kill him?"

"Like Moss, this wool merchant must know something."

Dang bang.

There was a sudden muffled sound from upstairs, startling both of them.

D.D took a deep breath and lowered his voice:

"You just said we're a little late?"

Glover stared at the ceiling, holding down the hilt of the sword, slightly bent his knees, and quietly walked out of the room:

"It looks like he hasn't left yet and is still searching upstairs."

“What do we do?”

"There are stairs on both sides of the corridor. You are on your left and I am on your right. We will block him upstairs."

D.D, who followed him out of the room on tiptoe, changed his face: "Really? What if he jumps out of the window? Or I'll call for some backup..."

"He's going to run, we don't have time," Glover narrowed his eyes. "Just in time, recall, how much percent of your swordsmanship is left - now!"

When the voice fell, Glover stepped forward and quietly touched the stairs to one side.

"Oops!"

D.D whispered: "Glover!"

But at this point, Doyle had no choice but to follow Glover's arrangement, walking softly and touching the stairs on the other side.

Dad really missed it.

D.D leaned against the wall and cursed in his heart as he walked:

Staying by the prince's side, what kind of "eating, drinking and messing about" work is this!

He quietly went up to the second floor, and what appeared in front of him was a dark corridor.

D.D swallowed: I'm not afraid of the dark.

Right now.

"It's coming so fast," a strange voice sounded through the wall, cold, hoarse, and full of ominous ominous, "big man, are you a prince?"

D.D was startled at first, but immediately reacted:

Oops, the enemy found Glover!

"Hmph, the hidden person," Glover's voice sounded ~IndoMTL.com~, apparently no longer hiding his figure, "Are you a wanted person to hide, or are you too ugly to be seen?"

Doyle hurriedly accelerated and went to meet Glover, ready to attack from front and back.

The enemy laughed sullenly:

"So you're the Royal Guard, right?"

But before D.D can run a few steps, he hits a wall!

Fuck!

Doyle understood and cursed in his heart:

After going up the stairs on both sides, the two sides are not connected to each other!

And Glover...presumably waiting for him to "flank"?

The situation is urgent, D.D gritted his teeth and ran back!

Fuck your grandma's zombie! What a bad idea, go to your mother's front and back!

"How much did Iris give you?" Glover said from the other side of the wall.

"Enough."

The voice fell, and the sound of swords clashing suddenly sounded, even with Glover's roar!

Apparently, Glover has taken on the enemy.

"Glover!"

Doyle did not care about being discovered by the enemy, and shouted as he ran, reminding him of his position:

"Glover Guard?"

Fortunately, Glover is the best person around the prince, um, except maybe that Aarend?

But soon, the fighting stopped.

Glover's roar is no longer coming.

D.D's heart tightens.

"Glover?"

No way?

"Karen Glover?"

But Glover did not answer.

"Zombies?"

D.D growled:

"Glover? Zombie of the grass-mud horse!"

"Answer me!"

Glover still doesn't answer.

Doyle was getting more and more anxious, and he rushed up the stairs Glover walked through in three or two steps, and rushed up the corridor on the second floor.

Rush into the darkness and the unknown.