Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 109: My House (Part 1)

With mixed feelings, Thales left the ominous "Ghost Prince" tower.

The chaos and noise in the Bladeya camp returned abruptly to my ears.

"I guess the abrupt blockade order caught many people off guard, plus the soldiers..." The old hammer exhaled: "The whole camp is more chaotic than usual. Of course, it's not very stable at ordinary times."

Tyles shuttled behind the old hammer and the fast rope, squeezed hard past three men who were arguing with each other with different accents, and sent a spitting blacksmith who peddled rusty fighting swords to him, and politely avoided A certain woman with bright makeup who wanted to lift his thigh petticoat wisely bypassed a group of gangsters who nestled in the corner to observe in secret, and drunkly leaned in when they saw new people approaching.

But when he saw a timid beggar reaching out to him, sighing and trying to take out a few Northland copper coins, he was held down by the old hammer.

"Don't, you show your sympathy now, and seven or eight people will stare at you when you look back—the camp of Bladeya is not as good as it used to be," the old hammer stuffed Thales' wallet back into his luggage, alert I looked around and patted the weapon on my body at the same time:

"A few years ago, the Blood Bottle Gang contracted on a large scale, and even after letting the Bladeya camp go, the people on the road didn't say much about the rules and acted without a bottom line until they stripped you out and sold— —And you still don’t know who is responsible."

Quickline turned pale, as if thinking of something, muttered a few words lowly.

The words of the old hammer stunned Thales.

"Blood Bottle Gang?"

The old hammer nodded.

"When I was still in the army, this group of self-proclaimed blood bottle gangs controlled the underground world here. They were once very powerful. They colluded with the local nobles and became brothers with the high-ranking army and mixed in the camp of Bladeya. Regardless of goods smuggling or black market trading, street guarding or skin and meat business, one-third of the people who live are covered by them. There are even many people who have left the army who have no place to stay and will go to the blood bottle to feed themselves."

"But two or three years ago, when we returned to the Bladeya camp, the power of the Blood Bottle Gang was not as good as before, at least a lot of restraint," the old hammer snorted, "I heard that they were An opponent who was more ruthless than them gave a lesson and suffered heavy losses, and even the prestige here was affected."

Thyls thoughtfully.

The accents from all parts of the mainland are mixed, and even strange languages ​​from afar appear occasionally. Businesses and transactions of various colors come and go, and the currencies of many countries are used in a mixed way. Thales has once again refreshed the front line of this'desert. 'The established impression.

The three of them walked through the dusty street. After passing by a group of fortresses, a strange building appeared in front of them:

Looking from a distance, it looks like an upside-down bowl, but it occupies a vast area comparable to the sunset temple in Yongxing City, just like a giant built a huge sandstone in the desert. Building Blocks.

This semicircular building does not seem to have much connection with the outside world. On the mottled and rough curved wall are tiny holes that can only be seen by squinting, accepting the penetration of sunlight and the invasion of sand.

In the view that Thales can see, the wide outer wall has only one narrow arch, guarded by a team of heavily armed soldiers, the arch is dark and dim, indistinct, faintly revealing Overcast and ominous.

There was doubt in Thales.

This is a bunker, at least a military building?

Or simply the commander’s residence? Then maybe I can see it here...

"Oh, do we have to go this way?" The frustrated voice of the fast rope rang, and he covered his head, not looking at the building.

"Don't complain," the old hammer said without looking back: "This is the fastest way."

"What do you mean?"

Thyls pointed suspiciously at the semicircular bunker like the Colosseum: "That's..."

The fast rope sighed strangely.

"Bone Prison."

"The place you least want to go in this world."

Looking at the group of guarding soldiers, Thales stunned: "Bone Prison?"

Old Hammer nodded: "The entire Western Wilderness and even the kingdom's felons exile."

If Thales has realized.

He knows this place.

At the beginning of the founding of the stars, this piece of land reached Exeter, the middle of the desert, and the strange wasteland next to the small countries in the south is a veritable nightmare land. As a newly conquered star country, most of it is deserted. , The border is very dangerous, and it has been invaded by wind and sand all year round, and the landforms are unfavorable to live in. In addition to being blocked because of merit-many historians believe that the Falkenhause family is sealed in the Western Wilderness as a kind of punishment in disguised form, in fact it reflects them The terrible relationship with Tormund I-the noble lords, only those who were exiled here because of sin reluctantly took root, year after year, day after day, and become what we are today. Wild collar.

During this period, what added color to the arduous journey and fierce fame of the Western Wilderness was the cruel prison of bones.

I don’t know when it started, especially for those criminals who have committed serious crimes or controversies. When the usual conviction is no longer applicable, they will often be exiled to the Western Wilderness, sent to the blade camp, and imprisoned in notoriety. The infamous Bone Prison used a new way of atonement to serve sentences, which not only saved the troubles of judges and local prisons, but also sent free labor to the difficult Western Wilderness and even the Blade Ya camp to relieve the heavy pressure on the western front.

"Did you see the part of the ground, those small windows? That's the "white prison" in the prison of bones." The old hammer glanced sideways at the ominous building, avoiding the guard's scrutiny. Inside are people who have been guilty locally and have a less serious crime-at least they can see the sun, and they only need to do hard labor to pay off."

Quickrope rarely interrupted, he just looked at the depressed prison of bones in disgust.

"But the white prison is only a small part of the bone prison. It is more of a'black prison' built under the ground-countless deep caves with no view of the sun, specially prepared for the felony exiled from all over the kingdom. The more serious the crime, the deeper the detention, the lower the prison level, the fewer prisoners, and the more dangerous."

"Once you enter the black jail, there is no other way to leave, except to become a death squad without one in ten, charge desperately or act as a decoy on the battlefield."

Tyles stared at the foundation outside the prison of bones, imagining the scene below.

Old Hammer sighed slightly: "Of course, the death squads do not mean that there are, and the quotas are also very short. After the desert war is over, there are not many places where the death squads are needed. Losing this opportunity, the remaining people in the black prison We can only wait to die one after another, leaving the white bones for the hapless latecomers to step on."

"Bone Prison is so named."

"Let's go," Fastrope frowned unnaturally, slightly cramped: "This place makes me nervous."

The old hammer patted him on the shoulder: "When the fast rope first arrived, he was trapped in a white prison. I guess he was impressed."

Thyls looked at the fast rope in surprise.

But Quick Rope just pursed his mouth and didn't answer.

Tyles wisely stopped asking, he withdrew his gaze from the mysterious and deep prison of bones.

They left the bounds of the Bone Prison and crossed the corner of a square fort.

"So, where are we going?"

Old hammer shrugged: "My house."

Thyls couldn't help being startled.

"Your home? I thought you said that your hometown is in the ruins?"

The old hammer chuckled and shook his head.

"Oh, I'm not talking about my house, but... after all, you will know it."

Quick Rope blinked slyly, making Thales, who was confused, more confused.

But his doubts did not last long.

After crossing a dusty street again, they squeezed through the crowd and came to a three-story elliptical bunker with people coming and going. The front door was wide enough for a carriage to enter.

"It's here," Quickline patted Thales on the shoulder: "My house."

Thyls raised his head curiously and found a huge wooden signboard hung in front of the bunker door. The signboard was carved with a vivid wine glass pattern, sprinkled with wine, shaking slightly with the wind in the desert .

As soon as he saw the sign, the prince's eyebrows trembled involuntarily.

I saw two big words engraved in the center of the wine glass:

[My House]

A line of small characters is carved under the signboard:

[Humans will die, orcs will fall, the queen will pass away, and we will never close the door—beginning in 386 of the end calendar, Queen Elika’s last glass of wine]

Thyls walked through the door with the old hammer in a dumbfounded mood.

What catches the eye are dozens of wooden round tables randomly placed, with the unique sand and dust atmosphere of the desert, with all kinds of customers and tavern girls going back and forth, coveting each other, playing noisily, from toasting songs to playing dice. , And even quarrels and angry shouts, almost all the voices rushed at the same time, it was so lively.

Old Hammer ignored Thales’ surprised gaze, and swiftly pulled away two men who were almost drunk under the table, and stuffed a copper coin into the chest of a certain hostess, decisive in her aggrieved eyes. Resolutely pulled out his hand and went straight to the bar.

"I've always wanted to do this," said Fast Rope quietly to Thales, glancing at the hot waitress: "But Louisa and they all said I was not strong enough to pull my hand. Come back."

Maybe they make sense.

Tyles looked at the fast rope that followed his eyes, and said silently in his heart.

"Sieman," Old Hammer sat on the bar and said to a self-considered gray-haired middle-aged man beside him: "We are back."

The middle-aged man turned his head, revealing a vicissitudes of life.

"Someone is saying that a caravan entered the camp under a blockade order." Seaman glanced at the fast rope and Thales who were also sitting down:

"I am worried that it is you."

Old hammer shrugged: "Obviously, your worries have come true."

"How much?"

Sieman whispered: "I mean...how much is downsizing?"

Thyls noticed that he was already quite old.

This topic shook the old hammer and fast rope together.

"How do you..."

"I’ve been in this business for twenty years, Hammer, and ten years as a soldier before then," Seaman let out a sigh, turning the glass in his hand: "I know those who have lost comrades What kind of expression is going up."

These words seem to have a magical power to isolate all the noise of the tavern outside this corner.

The old hammer and fast rope were silent for a long time.

Under their influence, Thales thought of the experience in the desert and the ending of the great swords who got along for a short time, and his heart was blocked.

The gray-haired Seaman did not continue. He sighed heavily and turned to the bar: "Tampa, give this man a cup of energy!"

A fierce man with a knife mark on his neck walked out from behind the bar in response. He grabbed three wine bottles casually, blinked a glass of wine in a way that Thales could not see, and pushed it over. During the period, he automatically ignored the expressive eyes of the fast rope, and glanced at Thales coldly.

Sieman pushed the wine glass to the old hammer: "How much."

The old hammer took a fierce sip of wine, shook his head in a hiss, and the wine glass was knocked heavily on the table, letting out a breath unwillingly.

Quickline answered glumly: "Six."

Sieman sneered: "Who else survived?"

Old Hammer looked sad.

"Luisa, McGee, and Dean."

Sieman didn't speak, his eyes stuck to the glass.

"By the way, this is Huaiya..." As if to enliven the atmosphere, Quick Rope coughed:

"The young man we rescued on the road, to be honest, helped us a lot, he... Huaiya, this is Seaman, one of the remaining members of our team."

Thyls, who was looking at this magic tavern, took a deep breath, trying to squeeze out a smile.

But Seaman obviously didn't mean to greet him.

"Lose one, add one, die in battle, new one, it's always like this..." The mercenary's left-behind man looked at the bottomless wine glass and murmured: "The fate of mercenaries, isn't it? "

Old Hammer shook his head, not in a high mood: "No, Seaman, Wiyah is not..."

But Seaman didn't let him go on.

"Come on, boy, it's time for an intra-team meeting." The left-behind waved his hand, put away the fleeting sadness, and grabbed the old hammer: "Tell me the details, and wait for Dean by the way. Come back...I think Dante’s great sword is about to usher in a big turn in the near future."

They left the bar.

Quickrope's eyes moved: "Me too..."

"You stay here, fast rope," the old hammer turned his head and pointed: "Take care of Huaiya, he is here for the first time."

"But..." Fastrope stretched out his hands with an aggrieved look, and Thales, who was embarrassed, responded with a smile.

Looking at Old Hammer and Seaman walking up the stone ladder, Quick Rope arched his shoulders, retracted his half-stretched hand, sat back in his seat disappointedly, and whispered: "Okay..."

Thyls couldn't think of anything to comfort this newbie who was not yet accepted by the core of the team, and could only sit uncomfortably in place, silently thinking about the next step.

"Six?"

A rough voice came from the noisy tavern, Thales and Fastrope raised their heads, only to see the fierce-looking tavernkeeper wiping the glass, not knowing when they came to them.

He has a dark complexion~IndoMTL.com~ At first glance, he looks like a local scorched in the scorching sun and sand.

"You know, after the blockade order was implemented, the number of troops coming in was beyond imagination... I was thinking at that time, maybe someone will learn a lesson..."

Quick rope cocked his mouth: "Don't, Tampa."

"Don't be now."

Thyls frowned slightly, vaguely impressed by the name.

The tavern owner named Tampa snorted, but did not shut up: "You have ten experienced and heavily armed professional assassins, and a novice who at least seems to be able to bluff people..."

Ignoring the voice of fast rope protests, Tampa is wiping the wine glasses faster and faster: "People who can survive in the desert are smart. As long as Tomdin is willing to pay some tolls, sand thief and exile will not With such a high price to eat you..."

Quickline exhaled in pain, and fell on the bar as if resigning.

"We met Ash Hybrid, Tampa."

"A lot of gray hybrids."

Tampa's hand wiping the wine glass stopped.

A few seconds later, when Thales thought he was going to say something, Tampa suddenly bent down, and when he got up again, there was a wine glass in front of the fast rope.

"Drink, the best Northland rye, obtained from the north," Tampa held a bottle of wine and filled the fast rope with a blank expression:

"Trust me, this is the only way."

"It works."

Quickline looked at the wine in front of him in surprise.

But only a second later, slightly depressed, he grabbed the wine glass and took a bite.

Just as Thales was trying to find someone to slip away, the tavernkeeper suddenly snarled at him.

"So, fast rope...Who is this new and handsome girl? Your girlfriend?"

Boom!

Quickline put down the wine glass and coughed violently.

(End of this chapter)