Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 6: Short species

　　 On the afternoon of November 16, at the center of Red Square Street.

　　 The neighborhood that should have been bustling and feasting, but at the moment, it is full of patrol soldiers in star blue uniforms, light armor, and police officers in black and blue uniforms, on the ruined houses and roads. , Carrying stretchers, supplies and notebooks, etc., come and go.

　　 "There is one more here!" A soldier of the patrol team beckoned, and along with the colleagues who came after hearing the news, dragged out a deformed human body from under a collapsed beam.

　　 "This is still breathing!" Another rapid call came from a distance. The doctors and healers hired by the city hall, including the priests who volunteered from some temples, hurried forward.

　　 The first-level director of the West City Security Department, Robik Dila, is standing on a hill piled up by a collapsed house, with a piece of blood-stained building materials under his feet.

　　 With a smile, he just sent away a few city hall administrative officers who were dressed as glamorous as the backstage, politely listened to them and accepted them humbly, such as "Look at this should be your responsibility, why did you make it like this?" Knowing that our city hall also has to go to work and serve the people. Manners have time to come here to waste manpower."

Behind 　　 Robik, there is an open space pulled out by a large umbrella. This is a temporarily cleared morgue. At this moment, there are nearly a hundred dead bodies, including innocent citizens and gangsters. Many officials wore masks and walked around the corpse with paper and pen. The corpse was often recognized by family members who had come to hear the news or had been looking for it for a long time, and it was naturally heart-piercing.

　　 Some family members recognized the uniforms of the officials, and even rushed up in a fierce mood, but were pulled away by soldiers and police officers who had been prepared.

　　 Robik lowered his head and sighed deeply.

　　 Fortunately, in winter, the flies have not yet gathered.

　　 Robik stepped on a sign that was split into five or six petals—it seemed to be a chess and card entertainment room—and walked down stiffly.

　　 An exquisite swordsman chess piece fell out of the ruins under the blood.

　　 Robik stopped.

　　 He slowly bent down, picked up the chess piece, and patted off the dust on it.

　　 But the blood stains on the chess pieces have condensed and cannot be wiped off.

　　 These bastards.

　　 Robik looked at the chess piece with a sullen expression.

　　 This swordsman chess piece just missed the hand holding the sword, as if it broke under a sudden force.

The head of 　　 turned his head and looked to the side of the ruins, where a man in a dark red leather coat also looked at all this.

　　 The man in the red jacket turned around and looked at the minister's dissatisfied expression.

　　 "I won't agree!" Robik said firmly.

　　 "Are you sure?" The man in the red jacket showed his face, his thin face was covered with scum, but his tone was full of unkindness: "This is the blood bottle gang and the adult's please."

　　 "Nekra! This is not what we said before! Even that adult would not agree with you that you blasted Red Square Street to ruins and took it away-almost two hundred lives!" Gritting his teeth, almost holding back his anger, spit out word by word.

　　 "Then you still want—their corpses?"

　　 Robik felt that his dissatisfaction was about to break through the sky.

　　 But the man he called Nekra, although his face was full of coldness, he didn't care about the authenticity:

　　"This is inaccurate-only a dozen houses in the center of the block were destroyed, isn't it?"

　　"And I really don’t know, the Lord of the West City Security Agency, who used to stand by all night, also has a sense of justice and compassion--speaking of which we lost a lot of people last night, didn’t we?"

　　 scum, you gangs are fighting, do you still count on me to help you? Robik thought angrily.

　　 "This is the loss of our Blood Bottle Gang, and the loss of that lord, and of course, your loss, Lord Minister." Nekra continued.

　　This scum, why did the Western Front expel him? He should just cut off his head!

　　 Robik cursed in his heart.

　　 Nekra said in a bad tone: "So, for the benefit of that adult, but for some corpses, you can still call the shots?"

　　 But Robik did not respond as he expected.

　　 Director 　　 stepped hard and came in front of Nekra, so close that he almost touched his nose, his eyes full of anger:

　　"I don’t care how many people from your blood bottle gang die—I am following the order of the adult, but he didn’t say that your gangsters will do such a disaster! This morning, all Everyone in the royal capital knows, you guys have nothing to do in the Hongfang District! Even the imperial meeting is discussing the gang fight in Xicheng District!"

　　 Nekra's eyes changed.

　　 He stepped forward without flinching, reached Robik’s forehead, stared at the director’s eyes, full of hatred and anger:

　　 "Then you should know that our anger is no less than you! The blood bottle help is never scrupulous, and the blood debt is repaid!"

　　 Robik was also aroused by Nekra's provocative answer.

　　 "Don't mention your bad stuff! Especially you bunch of useless losers!" He cursed:

　　"Blood Bottle Gang is always meticulous? Believe it or not, if I remove the police and patrol team now, you scumbag will not even be able to get out of Red Square Street!"

　　 Nekra frowned indignantly, the anger in his eyes growing.

　　 Robik glared back at him without showing any weakness.

　　The surrounding patrol team members noticed the situation here and approached here silently.

　　 There are two captains who are the Swordsman of the End. They have a cold expression and put their hands on the hilt of their waists.

　　 Nekra's aftermath swept over these soldiers, and their hearts were horrified.

　　 This big green leather is really kind.

　　 He also noticed that among the residents watching the lively outside the cordon, a few ulterior gazes were also staring here, disappearing from time to time, and changing a few new gazes, reappearing.

　　 Damn Brotherhood.

　　 Red Square Street is no longer part of the Blood Bottle Gang after all.

　　Considering the strength of the Security Department and the threat of the Brotherhood, Nekra suppressed his dissatisfaction and stepped back.

　　The magician of air has disappeared, at least before the magician of blood returns, we must be softened.

　　 the **** big green skin, and the **** big nobleman.

　　 "I apologize for my words and deeds—Lord Robik Deira," he bit the accent on "Lord", smiled on his thin face, bowed his head, as if he was angry before It's all fake.

　　 This bow is not standard.

　　 "We really shouldn't have caused you such trouble-I will leave now and go to the Lord Duke to apologize."

　　 Nekra smiled shyly, turned and left.

　　 until the expected response came from behind.

　　 "Wait!"

　　 Robik clenched his fist tightly and told himself not to be impulsive.

　　 Damn it.

　　 Damn it.

　　 Sure enough, I can’t look back when I stepped out.

　　 Robik shook his hand feebly and waved back the men who were about to surround him.

　　 Nekra's mouth bends up triumphantly.

　　 I saw Director Robik closing his eyes in pain, and after a while, he trembled and whispered:

　　 "Damn--well, you can take away the corpses, but no more than twenty! And they must be unclaimed!"

　　 The smile on Nekra's face finally became sincere.

　　 "Oh, your lord."

　　 He once again called Robik's title enthusiastically.

　　 unclaimed corpse? Nekra smiled contemptuously: Since it was the corpse requested by the Blood Bottle Gang, it was naturally "unclaimed".

　　 isn't it?

　　 What a pleasant cooperation between police and civilians.

　　 Nekra bowed irregularly, turned and left.

　　 Robik looked at his back, shook his head, and asked weakly:

　　 "What the **** do you want those corpses to do."

　　"Enter a few old friends for the big people," Nekra did not look back, but his tone was horrified and authentic:

　　 "We must prepare a banquet."

　　 Nekra disappeared from sight, and also disappeared, there were a few surveillance gazes in the crowd.

　　 Robik lowered his head and saw his reflection on the pool of blood under his feet.

　　 It was a helpless middle-aged man with gray hair and vicissitudes of wrinkles.

　　 Robick felt disgusted.

　　 He took a deep breath, looked at the chess pieces in his hand, and saw the one-armed swordsman smiling at him.

　　 The head of the security guard let go of his hand sadly and turned to leave.

　　 The swordsman without a sword fell into the blood, replacing Robik's reflection.

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　　 At six o'clock in the afternoon, Min Disi Hall.

　　"Four five-member groups, with clear division of labor, and tacit cooperation, are all super-level leaders, leading the masters of the ordinary level-despite their extraordinary skills and rich experience, from the perspective of equipment and status, they are indeed hired Of."

　　 Gilbert stood up from a corpse and waved his hand for the guards to lift it down.

　　"The mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the royal industry-if they are not rewarded by the employers' promises, they have the confidence to avoid risks."

　　The middle-aged nobleman stood in the lobby on the first floor with his hands on his back, suppressing his hatred of collaborators, and said to the empty corner:

　　"As a former adventurer, what do you think?"

　　 There is a hoarse voice in the void:

　　 "There are both, and the latter is mostly-the employer did not tell them the truth,'you will not meet a master above the super level' or'guards will not exceed twenty people' and the like."

　　 "Or their employers did not expect that our guarding power is far beyond the ordinary noble industry." The middle-aged nobleman replied.

　　 A corpse was lifted down the stairs, ceiling, and corridor.

　　 Gilbert watched the guards lift the invader out and clean up the blood, bowing his head in thought.

　　"But it's still too simple."

　　 he murmured.

　　"Although we doubled the number of guards in Mindis Hall, despite the fact that there are fifty well-trained Mortal-level and even super-level Terminator swordsmen, even though they were only hired to test-we still handled it too easily, too It's simple."

　　 The guards who walked by carrying the corpse on their sides ignored Gilbert who was talking to himself.

　　As if the middle-aged nobleman was speaking into the air, until the figure of Yordel appeared beside him out of thin air.

　　 "They have no sense of decisive death, nor do they intend to cause damage to the guard." The masked secret guard whispered:

　　 "If I shoot later, they should retreat."

　　 Gilbert frowned deeply.

　　"This is not right, even if it is just a temptation, their attitude and methods are too rash, it's just like—"

　　Yordel replied just right: "——It's like looking for a door to die."

　　The gray-haired middle-aged noble nodded and said:

　　"If their employers are really the ones we expected, they must know that if we really have important secrets, then such equipment will not help at all."

　　"Then what are they? Cover other people?"

　　 Yodel shook his head: "I didn't feel the other people."

　　 "If there is no one else—"

　　 Just then, Gilbert and Yordle raised their heads at the same time and looked out the door.

　　 Under the sunset, an ordinary carriage was stepping on the avenue leading to Mindis Hall.

　　 Gilbert, after listening to a guard’s report, nodded and said, "Jini is here."

　　 "That woman," Gilbert frowned, "I used to hate small carriages like horse-drawn carriages the most--it seems that I have restrained my likes and dislikes in order to conceal others."

　　After hearing these words, Yodel raised his head suddenly!

　　 Gilbert was still wondering why this secret guard who could not see his expression reacted so much.

　　 But then, his face changed drastically, and he looked back at Yodel in surprise.

　　 conceal the eyes and ears of "people"——

　　 Can’t you?

　　 "Didn't you say that you didn't feel the other person?" Gilbert asked with an iron face.

　　 Yodel turned his head and looked upstairs, his figure flickering.

　　 "I left eight Terminator Swordsmen upstairs—" But before Gilbert could finish his words, Yordel disappeared before his eyes!

　　 wait, I didn’t feel the words of other "people"——

　　 Gilbert slapped his head fiercely!

　　 "Everyone! Gather to the third floor at full speed! Protect the target!"

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　　 Thales, sweating coldly, looked at the man in front of him nervously.

　　 Just now, this white-faced adult man in a gorgeous pleated sleeve shirt and expensive leather boots suddenly appeared between him and the eight end swordsmen!

　　 There is no wind, no sound, no air, no trace.

　　 Then, the eight end swordsmen beside Thales shot blood from the neck one after another!

　　 It's not that the traverser has never encountered a powerful enemy. For example, the magician Ashida is an example, but he has never encountered such a sudden enemy.

　　 Thales’s optic nerves can’t even react to it!

　　 He didn't see how the opponent moved at all.

　　 Thales subconsciously wanted to yell, but suddenly a right hand appeared in front of him!

　　 This man with good taste, suddenly covered his mouth.

　　 Thales still couldn't see his movements clearly.

　　 Even a master like "The Ghost of the Wind" Rolf has swift and violent movements, but at least there are traces and afterimages!

　　 But the movement of the man in front of him to move his right hand—there is no such thing.

　　 is like jumping frames in an animation.

　　 Thales, struggling to no avail, gave up wasting energy. He calmed down, tried his best to calm the beating of his heart, and looked at the man in front of him.

　　 This man who is slightly taller than Yordel has neat blond hair and flattened his forehead, and his blue pupils are clear. Although his face is sickly pale, he is really—Tyles can only describe that. --very handsome.

　　Compared with Ashida's feminine and handsome, this man can be described as the "sunshine and chic" type, coupled with his simple but elegant clothes and accessories, going out is bound to fascinate a group of girls.

　　Unfortunately, Thales could not feel any warmth at all in him.

　　 There is a good smell of perfume on the man’s body, even if the turtle is like Thales, he can recognize it. This is not the cheap perfume put on by the citizens in the market~IndoMTL.com~Now, this handsome Man, grinning palely at him:

　　 "It was just a movement of muscles and bones-but look at me, what did you find?"

　　"A short-born cub."

　　Short species?

　　 Thales caught this particular term.

　　 "The taste on you---tsk, it's delicious."

　　 "Sure enough, food is always in unexpected places!"

　　 But the next moment, the relaxed blond man suddenly changed his face.

　　 His hand holding Thales flashed and changed again. The next moment, Thales was held in his arms by his mouth.

　　 "It was discovered so quickly-I can't deal with that mask again," the handsome blond man murmured, "Pack it and go home and eat it."

　　"Fortunately, the sun is going down soon."

　　 This is the last sentence Thales heard.

　　 The next moment, his eyes were surrounded by blood red, and the sky was spinning.

　　 The scene in the Mindish Hall seemed to spin and become smaller and smaller.

　　 Before his consciousness disappeared, Thales vaguely saw that Yodel's mask appeared among the eight corpses of the End Swordsman.

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