Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 4: Accidents always come suddenly

　　 "Yara! Black mulled wine! Another-one more dozen!"

　　 In the noisy and dim sunset bar, Quaid panted heavily, lying on the bar, drinking glass after glass, delivering wine to his mouth.

　　 "Hey, big man, if you don't have money to tip, there is no black mulled wine!"

　　, who stood behind the bar, brought up two large glasses of black pine wine with an uncomfortable expression, and unceremoniously pinched them on the bar, "For your father's sake, these are the last two glasses! You drink it in 30 seconds, and then get out quickly! Every additional hour you sit here, our bar, no, the profit of the entire underground street will drop by 10%!"

　　Quide was already a little dizzy from drinking, but even in the crowded bar, Yala’s hot voice still spread far, feeling the gazes of the surrounding drinkers, and the possible chuckles in their hearts, Kui There was a fire in De's heart.

　　 I was the "Blood Axe" Qued Roda who made the entire Xiacheng fearful in the past. If it weren't, if it wasn't for that--how could it be that even a bar girl dared to bully me?

　　 Even bald Spean, who made his debut two years later than him, dares to laugh at himself at the beggar, and laugh at what he said below--

　　草!

　　 "The little girl who doesn't have eyes!" Quaid gritted his teeth, shook his heavy head, stood up, reached out and grabbed Yala's hand, dragged her to him across the bar, and shouted viciously : "I said! A dozen black wine!"

　　 The whole bar fell silent.

　　Xiacheng District is the famous place of chaos in Yongxing City, while Underground Street is the famous place of chaos in Xiacheng District-especially after the Black Street Brotherhood took over ten years ago, and Sunset Bar is the place of chaos The operating center of the night bar, in the sunset bar, is basically not the people who belong to the Black Street Brotherhood, or the people who come to the Black Street Brotherhood.

　　 So when Quaid grabbed Jala's hand and roared, everyone in the bar looked good at the show, and there was no sound or stop.

　　Quide’s head grew drowsy, but he still felt that the wrist he was grasping was so smooth and soft, and the dark fragrance from Yala came faintly, the dim yellow of the bar candlestick In the light, Yala at close range, her short brown hair looked clean and neat, and her smooth face and delicate contours were clearer than usual, so Quaid thought about it a lot for a while.

　　 Yala also seemed to be frightened by him, looking at the once gold medalist, now the down-and-out alcoholic.

　　 When the noise of the drinker in his ear disappeared, Quaid, dizzy, felt vaguely satisfied. He felt that his actions had received the attention he deserved.

　　 But soon, when he turned his gaze to Yala, his wine gradually woke up.

　　 Then the desperate pleasure just turned into fear and trembling.

　　 Yala Surryton, Quaid is one of the few people who know her full name. This beautiful woman-Quaid recalled in her mind that her father told him to "keep away from her" and what she had seen and heard in the Sunset Bar several times.

　　 And this hot and tempting "bar girl" is staring at him with playful eyes at this moment.

　　Quide’s jaw began to tremble unconsciously:

　　 "Yala, that, I am not..."

　　 But before Quaid can react--

　　 "Da!"

　　 His hand that was holding Yala was slammed backhand by the latter!

　　 In the next second, the **** and index finger of Quedna's hand were reversed!

　　 Then came a heart-wrenching pain.

　　 "Ah!"

　　Quide cried out in pain, his face deformed.

　　 But it's not over yet, Yala clasped his outstretched hand with a stern face, and pulled it in the opposite direction of the elbow!

　　 "click!"

　　 "Ahhhhh! No! Yala! Sister Yala! I—I was wrong—I shouldn't—ah!"

　　 The sound of dislocation of the elbow joint was made simultaneously with Quaid's scream.

　　Quide’s begging for mercy was not finished yet, this neat woman took advantage of her strength, and her slender left leg in ultra-short leather pants stepped onto the bar and hit Quaid’s neck severely!

　　 "Good job Xiao Yala! Did not shame the boss!"

　　"This skill can go to apply for end swordsman training!"

　　 "I wore safety pants!"

　　 "I swear I saw it! I bet she is wearing black!"

　　 The alcoholic people around 　　 resumed their coveted excitement in an instant, and one after another they made a noise for Yala.

　　 "Listen, you gorilla!"

　　 Yala stared fiercely at Quaid, who was so pressured to breathe. She stood behind the bar with one foot, her left leg was pressed on the bar, her right hand clasped Quaid’s outstretched arm, gracefully slender The figure is at a glance.

　　 She slowly pulled out a weird-shaped knife from the holster on her left leg boot—the blade and the handle were not in a straight line, looking like a wolf's leg from a distance.

　　 Then, without changing his face, he stuck it vertically on Quaid's palm!

　　 The tip of the knife nailed into the bar.

　　The roaring of the drinkers has become louder.

　　 "Woo!" Quaid was so painful that tears were squeezed out, but he could only make a sound like a pig cry when his neck was pressed.

　　 Yala slowly lowered her upper body, unfolded her perfect flexibility, approached Quaid’s stubborn face, whistled and smiled.

　　 then turned his face full of fierceness and fierceness, uttering words in a rhythmic (but chilling) and amorous voice:

　　"Quaid Roda——"

　　 "I don’t care who’s the son of you, or what you are the leader of the beggar, or what the gangster—"

　　 "But you fucking, listen to me—"

　　"From now on until the end of the world--"

　　 "If you dare, appear in my old lady's bar--"

　　 "I'll take you, next, face, that, words, son--"

　　 "One piece by piece--"

　　 "Chop into meat scraps——"

　　"Into the wine——"

　　 "One bite, one bite--"

　　 "Fill you down--"

　　 "Understand? Waste!"

　　 When Quaid was crying, under the roar of laughter of drinkers and Yala’s contemptuous eyes, she protected her pierced right palm. After escaping from the sunset bar, Yala clapped her palms with a look of disgust. Wipe clean the blood stains on the wolf's leg knife, as if it was not blood stained, but the slime of **** demon.

　　 Yala turned her head uncomfortably, and saw the drinkers who were still staring at the bar, many of whom had ulterior motives and lustful eyes.

　　 "What to see! Who dares to watch again, pay twice for wine!"

　　 dropped a pungent word and turned the alcoholic's attention away from her back into the wine, and Yala viciously dropped the rag and walked into the back kitchen.

　　 "That's enough, right? I did what you said, specifically about his'that thing'."

　　 Yala grabbed a bottle of white wine, and suddenly a multi-purpose knife appeared in the heart of her left hand, neatly picking up the cork.

　　 "Of course, of course, Miss Yala." In the back kitchen, Quaid's deputy, the actual manager of the beggar's business, Nal Rick gently held up the black top hat on his head, smiled and nodded: " I hope he can constrain a little later. From uncontrolled alcoholism to unlimited begging, the Brotherhood can’t wipe his **** all the time."

　　 "What you want to say is, you can't wipe his **** all the time." Yala took a sip of wine quickly, and Rick suddenly felt that this rude gesture seemed more appropriate and fresh on Yala's body. Seductive.

　　 "That's correct, because the interests of the fraternity are my interests." Rick smiled and touched the back of his neck unconsciously.

　　 "Are you sure this really works? How do I think that people like him will have more trouble when they go back? For example, ask your beggar to vent their anger?"

　　You really know him, Rick thought.

　　 "Actually I don't know whether it will work, because I don't know him, but," Rick shook his head helplessly-this is already his signature act of innocence and heartfelt-said: "He recently Three days ago, for a ridiculous reason, a seedling I was optimistic about was beaten severely. If it weren't for that child who would be smarter, there would be one more seedling that died in Quaid's hands."

　　 I didn’t know that you were so generous and righteous, and Yala rolled her eyes in her heart.

　　 At this point, Rick's eyes suddenly became firm.

　　 "So I decided that I can't go on like this. He must be warned-otherwise, sooner or later, he will ruin my hard-working business."

　　 "Well, you don't need to explain so many reasons for ‘I have to kill my boss as a last resort’."

　　 Yala yawned and waved Rick away.

　　 "I didn't say to kill him--"

　　 "Speaking of which, I will pay the promised reward quickly. I only accept cash." Yala interrupted Rick. She drank the white wine lazily, sticking out her tongue unconsciously, and pressing the end of the bottle. A drop was licked into his mouth-this action made Rick's heart sway-"Also, you still have to pay for the wine he owes today."

　　 Especially-Yala narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Rick who had gone away after taking off her hat to pay tribute.

　　——Don’t think I don’t know, you packed Quaid’s wine mix today.

　　Others can’t recognize it, but I, Yala at Sunset Bar is very clear, and what Quaid drank was all high-strength chaka spirits.

　　Different from those who get drunk, Chaka is often poured into death inmates on the Western Front in shackles who are ready to charge. The drunk people can move well, but their minds are not clear.

　　 So, Nar Rick—you are sure that you have too much money to spend, not that you really want to kill him?

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　　 When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house full of shame and pain, and drunk, he did not live in the black street, Quaid felt that anyone who knew the inside story looked like him when he saw him It was staring at his lower body-when two hurried thugs happened to pass by behind the wall, and their small talk came from far away.

　　 "Have you heard? The beggars are spreading a rumor that it is Boss Qued who is no longer a man——"

　　 "What do you mean? Can he become a woman?"

　　"Idiot, it means Quaid was castrated! I heard that it was in a haunted house on Karima Street several years ago-after the Earl of Norfolk and his family were hanged The one left-encountered a very strange thing, everyone said that a ghost in red had cut off him and cleaned it."

　　 For an instant, Quaid felt the blood pouring from all over his body to his head.

　　 The next moment, when he was out of control, he roared and rushed out from behind the wall, tightly strangling the neck of one of the thugs!

　　 "Who! Who said that! Which bastard!"

　　 "Which bastard!"

　　 "I'm going to kill him!"

　　The other thug took a few steps in a panic.

　　Quide slammed the person on his hand to the ground, tightening his grip, but the pierced right palm was a little overwhelming.

　　 After all, he was a well-known thug in the Brotherhood at the time, and he was also a top player in the mortal class. Even though the years of decadence have reduced his physical fitness and skills, as long as it is not against the female snitch from the Surreyton family. He can still beat the average thugs, especially now, Quaid feels that the anger from all over his body has become an inexhaustible force.

　　 "Boss Quaid--just now it was all rumors, we didn't believe it--ah!" Quaid suddenly raised his head like a beast!

　　, the defending thug, was taken a step back.

　　 But he immediately saw that the other companion was already pale, venting more and less.

　　The beater who couldn’t help backing up against Quaid’s fierce light, his face was full of fear: “Ah, yes, it’s all the rumors spread by beggars, boss, it’s really not our fault, you, you Just ask those beggars!"

　　 "Crack!" This is the sound of a broken neck.

　　 The beater who was strangled by Quaid is out of breath.

　　Quide slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of fierce light of choosing people, and the stamina of drinking tonight was so great that he gradually lost even the last bit of sanity.

　　 The remaining thugs were trembling all over, and when they saw something bad, they shouted and crawled and fled.

　　Quide wanted to chase, but he was so drunk that he couldn't run at all because of his unstable pace.

　　 He took a couple of breaths and looked at the corpse at his feet. He felt uncomfortable. He kicked a few more feet before shaking his head and walking towards the twenty-odd abandoned house.

　　Quaid didn't think about why the thugs who patrolled tonight (which is very necessary for watching beggars) did not show up at all. He just had a swell of energy in his mind, just wanting to find those who laugh at him.

　　 Then, tortured them one by one.

　　Quide, who had just killed someone, felt like he had opened a long-lost shackle in his mind, and returned to the days of making a living on the cutting edge.

　　 These **** little thieves, he thought viciously, if you dare to spread rumors, you will have to pay the price.

　　 Damn little thief.

　　 The escaped thug, tremblingly climbed out of the big stone gate of the abandoned house, and ran into Rick under the tree outside the gate.

　　 "Mr. Rick!" The thugs saw Rick, as if he had seen a savior, "Boss Quaid--Quide is crazy! Didn't you say that we must be able to run away? As a result, we even Before he could finish speaking, Quaid said--"The thugs were out of breath with fear, and he couldn't speak clearly.

　　 "Pearson couldn't escape? He, he was given by Quaid?" Rick seemed surprised.

　　 After getting confirmation from the thugs crying, Rick shook his head sadly: "It's my fault. I thought that Quaid would hide in shame when he heard the news-there is no way, you go Close the big stone gate, lock Quide in the abandoned house area, and prepare the carriage, we set off immediately."

　　 "Okay—Mr. Rick, where are we going?" When the terrified thug heard that he was leaving, he nodded and didn't even think about what to do with the beggars who were also inside.

　　"Go to the headquarters and find Boss Morris."

　　 Watching the thugs rush to the big stone gate, reach out his hand to close the double-opened door, and plug in the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly becomes serious.

　　 Now, Quaid will surely search for all the beggars, and there must be someone the "ghost" wants.

　　 I have advanced today's work and rest time. It is not too late yet. Quaid has most of the night to take care of the beggars.

　　 Whether it’s torturing or killing, it’s the ghost, the assassin, something to care about. Since he is interested in beggars, what will he do when these beggars are destroyed? What?

　　 First of all, there must be no time to find myself.

　　 If he came to find a certain beggar, Na Quyde would be killed by him, so that the Black Street Brotherhood would take over here tomorrow, and he would have no trouble.

　　 If he came to kill a certain beggar, he might look at Quaid (this is very possible, never underestimate the wickedness of the noble family) and kill all the beggars, then his own trouble solved.

　　 In short, the trouble, the problem of that big man’s house, and the coldness of the back of my neck, will all be solved tonight.

　　 Otherwise, one day, the ghost who can’t find the target will find himself head-on. Rick doesn’t think that the running dogs of these big families will have a good temper, and don’t think that after having a face-to-face encounter with each other , I can still see the sun completely the next day.

　　Rick didn't think about it, pretend to be sick for a month, or simply please transfer to another place, escape the terrible ghost as far as possible, until it finds what it wants.

　　 However, Rick, who had gone well the day before, suddenly fell ill or stayed away. Didn’t he explain to the ghost that “I know you exist” and then bet his life on the ghost’s “innocent” kindness ?

　　 There must be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to pierce the ghost's attempt.

　　Quide boss——I’m going to trouble you again this time! Rick thought lightly.

　　 It's a pity that these beggars, Thales, and Karak. And afterwards, I also have the opportunity to suffer from inadequate care, but this is compared with my own life and future——

　　 At this time, the thug who escaped by chance, drove the carriage from a distance.

　　Rick nodded at him, gave an encouraging and comforting smile, and walked to the carriage.

　　 Then, he took out the mini telescopic crossbow from his arms, and shot the highly poisonous crossbow arrow soaked in cranberry, accurately into the open mouth of the surprised thug.

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　　 When Rick made that-never known to the world, but still profoundly affected the fate of the kingdom-on the night of the decision, because of early rest, the beggars in the sixth room were in Tyre Under the leadership of Si, sitting next to the fire that was hard to come up, counted today's harvest.

　　 "The woman in black gave eight coppers-I heard that her youngest son had just passed away from typhoid not long ago. No wonder he was so generous."

　　 "Mirala, who pulled her ears, gave us all the copper left over from the grocery shopping--oh, there are only two."

　　 Sinti smiled and counted the coppers one by one, and piled them to the left. Thales nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and marked two "positive" characters on the ground.

　　 "The skinny man in highland boots refused to pay, so Ryan and I taught him a lesson."

　　Kelett took out a card and looked at the words on it in distress: "But he only has this card in his arms, but I don’t know what it is for."

　　 "That's the pass for the National Academy of Sciences, Canstar Library. That's the Shangcheng District, five blocks away from us," Thales said after examining the card. "That Shouzi must be a scholar from a foreign college-I don't know if he is a philosopher or a scientist, but judging from his desolate appearance, he might be a literary scholar."

　　 "Wow! Thales, you know the words above!" Coria and Ned both looked at Thales with admiration.

　　 "How is it possible!" Thales shrugged, looking at the faint hope in the eyes of the two children, "No one has ever taught us to read and count—I saw the emblem of the book behind the card. I just found out."

　　 However, Thales thought to himself that he was already learning words by himself, such as the words on the signs such as "Sunset Bar", "Grove Pharmacy", "National Academy of Sciences", and his memories, Let him have an inexplicable respect and admiration for knowledge, and thus will not miss any opportunity for learning and accumulation.

　　 can sit at the desk freely to absorb the wisdom of the predecessors-Thales lifted up his dusty hands, looked at the cocoons that were worn out prematurely due to hard work all day long, and touched his unsatisfied belly , Sighed-it's really a kind of happiness.

　　 Thales no longer remembers the scene when he came across. To be precise, those memories before the crossing are only recovered bit by bit as the child Thales’s gradual growth and brain formation. Coming.

　　 His memory of two to three years old is messy and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, he only remembers a sticky blood red (he doesn’t know why the color can be described as “sticky”) , A blackstone house full of baby crying, a skinny woman-until later he didn't know that it was the "black widow" Beth, a female leader responsible for raising new children in the Brotherhood.

　　 Thales was sent to the abandoned house when he was three years old. Since then, the memory of his past life has gradually become clear, and the scene that flashes the most in his brain is sitting at a desk with his eyes on the book Going back and forth with the computer, or sitting in the classroom, discussing something with a dozen young people (or a middle-aged or old professor) dressed up in different ways~IndoMTL.com~ But that is already illusory.

　　 For four years, Thales has managed to maintain the survival of the beggars in the Sixth House in the life of beggars in the Xiacheng District full of beatings, bullying, darkness, crime and death.

　　Compared with the graduate student who had a more developed brain than his body in his previous life, his four-year begging career has brought Thales many new skills, such as sympathetic acting, pickpocketing unconsciously, clever and quiet Eavesdropping, cooperating on the streets to frame competitors and so on.

During the period of 　　, Thales also made a lot of preparations for more than a beggar category, such as establishing a good relationship with people of different classes (in Xiacheng, "different classes" are probably "different classes of inferior people"). Secretly inquire about the secrets of the Brotherhood, arrange several secret locations, keep some inventory privately (on this point, Quaid is really right) and so on.

　　 That's right, Thales is not ready to accept the destiny given to him by the world. He will not be a beggar who keeps himself safe, nor will he be a thug or thief of the Brotherhood, nor is he interested in performing a "gangster situation" in Yongxing City.

　　He wants to run away.

　　 Then, live your own life and be a free man.

　　 at least more free than now.

　　 It only takes one step at a time, following the plan he has made-Thales looked at the corner of the room, where there was a humble slate.

　　 I can--

　　 "No! Kara!"

　　 At this moment, the seventeenth room next door suddenly heard a scream mixed with fear and panic.

　　 Soon, Thales will learn the most important lesson after he travels, that is: accidents, always come suddenly~ IndoMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and most Fire's serial works are all at ~IndoMTL.com~ For mobile phone users, please go to read.