Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 112: Confrontation and confrontation

As the curfew approaches, there are fewer and fewer guests in the tavern. Mercenaries with blood and whistle come to "my house" in twos and threes, and they seem to be getting drunk tonight. , The latest chapter visit: ШШШ..СоМ. !

Dante’s great swords came down one by one, Louisa and Old Hammer greeted Thales and left. Seaman and McGee didn’t care about him and walked straight out of the tavern. .

And when Dean went downstairs, he was stopped by the blood whistling man.

"Hey, Dean," Rui snapped his fingers and raised his glass to the bald mercenary: "I heard you are having trouble outside?"

These words attracted everyone's attention.

"In normal times, I might say that we are'okay.'" Dean walked down the stone ladder step by step, looking rather solemn: "But now... I guess denial doesn't make much sense."

He glanced at two serious mercenaries beside Rui.

"Yes," Dean said lightly: "We are in trouble."

The mercenaries in the tavern were quiet. They were worried or ‘confused’ and looked at each other.

Rui frowned.

"So the rumors are true?"

"Williams and his dogs are out again...what is this time, the second cleanup campaign? North is fighting with the Exeters? Supporting the Freedom League? Or is the King of Stars watching the Tower of End It’s not pleasing to your eyes and determined to pull them out? Do you think it is possible for them to hire the Hundreds to fight? Or just grab the death squads in the prison of bones?"

Thyls couldn't help but raised his eyebrows ‘hair’ when he heard Rui’s description of the Baron and the Stardust Guard.

Obviously, the mercenaries have a limited affection for the baron of Yaga camp.

"I don't know, but what I want to say," Dean shook his head, "They are really playing this time."

"As for hiring...I don't think they are short of major generals, Rui."

With a warning, Dean looked around his colleagues who were honking the blood whistle: "Even the'Blood whistling' can't resist the charge of ten armed cavalry, and I think they have at least a thousand horses. ——When the horse speeds up, they don’t care which side you are on."

Rui was silent for a while, and looked at each other with his friends.

"A thousand rides..."

"I'll remember—we've all had a terrible life these days." Rui shook his head, and pointed to the bar: "What to drink? Rye? Old beer? Blood grapes? Don't tell me it's Chaka. ……"

But Dean just waved his hand and refused: "No, we have had enough experience these days."

Rui lowered her finger.

"Dean, you know, if you think..." He looked at Dean seriously, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You are welcome at any time with blood on the whistle, we are going to transfer, and there is a shortage of a captain here. ...Maybe higher?"

Dean spread his hands and saw that it was not the first time he encountered this kind of dialogue: "Thank you, but...I have a captain."

Rui chuckled.

"Take orders from a "female" person, Dean," the mercenary with blood and whistle smiled and took a sip: "You will die in her hands one day."

The mercenaries next to him booed one after another: "Maybe they died in her face?"

"Or ‘inside’?"

People all over the tavern laughed.

Dean just shook his head indifferently, waved goodbye to Ray, and came to Thales.

"Is it over?" Thales put down his glass and asked, looking up.

Dean sighed and nodded.

"Probably, it's not a happy team talk, we have lost too much."

"What about you, Huaiya?" The mercenary asked, "Do you have any clues about your family?"

"Probably," Thales exhaled, and replied with the same ‘kiss’, "I’ll get acquainted with the environment, deal with some things, and set out to find them tomorrow."

"Handling things...sounds good," Dean raised his eyebrows "Mao": "What about tonight?"

"I don't know yet, maybe I'm looking for a'bed' in Tampa," Thales said, taking a sharp look at Tampa: "As long as you have enough money."

Tampa happily ‘showed’ his teeth.

Dean laughed too.

"You heard it too, the blood honked the whole tavern," the bald mercenary looked at the people in "my house": "Come with me, we rented a small house nearby. It used to be Temporary location for the team, but...at least it allows you to make a living for one night."

Looking at Dean's expression, Thales' heart moved.

His fist was slowly clenched and then loosened.

Thyls smiled: "It sounds good, anyway, I have nowhere to go?"

Dean raised his hand and motioned to them to leave.

Tyles stepped off the bar and carried his luggage.

"Hey, Dean," Thales shook his head to Tampa, turned his head and said seriously, "Thank you."

"For... everything from the desert to here."

Dean looked at him for a few seconds.

"You are welcome, I am also planning for myself," Dean looked at him, and said with a joking kiss: "You are a nobleman, maybe you are'quite' rich, right?"

Thyls smiled.

"But before that..."

Dean frowned and looked at the other side of the tavern: "Why did he drink so much?"

Tyles followed his gaze: the fast rope walked up and down and stumbled on a table, attracting unkind eyes from the guests.

"Desert, we have encountered too many." Thales sighed slightly.

"Yes," Dean's brows frowned, "for a novice who is following the team for the second time."

When the group of guests were about to roll up their sleeves and give the fast rope a night that will never be remembered, Dean turned and walked towards him.

"Come on, help me."

"Can't leave him here."

Tyles shrugged and followed.

A few hours later, Thales lay straight in the hut belonging to Dante’s great sword, feeling the slabbed man, staring at the moonlight outside the window. .

The station of the mercenaries is really not very good. There are four'beds' in a small room, clay walls, thatched roofs, sand spiders everywhere, and the fence'door' is pushed and pulled. As if falling apart, even the simple toilet outside the house reminded Thales of the time in the abandoned house.

But at least it's better to stay in the wild.

Ten meters away, the heavy breathing of the fast rope came from time to time, mixed with some drunken talk and dreams.

Dean slept in another room next door. Old Hammer went to find the old guys he hadn’t seen for a long time. It is estimated to drink until dawn. McGee has never liked being in crowds. The camp is scarce and hostile. People have their own places to go to the waste bones. As for Louisa, according to Dean, she returned to her mother and stepfather's house.

Tyles took a deep breath.

Unbelievable, he escaped from Longxiao City and passed through the great desert-although only a small part of the periphery-through the black path, the meteorite, the dead crow, and even hunger, loneliness, heat, cold, The orcs and mercenaries finally came to the territory of the Star Kingdom.

He is back.

Thyls looked at the lonely ‘color’ of the moon on the edge of the desert, and felt the rare tranquility of the Bladeya camp during the curfew.

Quickrope turned over and fell to the bottom of the ‘bed’, but he still mumbled something and didn’t wake up.

Tyles took a breath and sat up.

Hell senses, Dean’s dream breathing is clearly audible next door.

In the darkness, he watched the outline of the fast rope spread a complicated "K" shape on the floor, smiled and shook his head.

These people.

A mercenary.

What kind of life is that?

Thyls thought blankly.

The prince took two breaths slowly, and in the next second, he grabbed the suitcase and the time crossbow by the wall, and stood up gently.

He stepped carefully over the body of the fast rope, opened the ‘door’ without making a sound, walked through the rudimentary small hall, and opened another ‘door’.

In front of him, a sturdy bald man lying on his side with his arms folded on the ‘bed’ board, his ‘chest’ undulating evenly, and a slight breath sounded from his breath.

He slept very well, unlike the fast rope next door.

Tyles covers the "door" and walks to the man's "bed".

The prince stared at him silently for a long time.

For a long time, the moonlight started to move.

Dean's breathing is still deep.

In the end, Thales' face slowly turned cold.

He looked at Dean's broad back and slowly reached out his hand.

Stretched to his waist.

The JC dagger was pulled out.

The blade exudes a slight chill, and Thales can't help but frown.

Six years.

The sharp dagger that Yala gave him has been with him for six years.

Quide, Blood, Dragon City, Disaster, Rumba, Great Desert...

For six years, no matter what danger he faced, whenever Thales reached out his hand to touch the dagger, he felt its cold and tough texture, and a sense of peace of mind spontaneously emerged.

The force that made him clenched his teeth again, stiffened his shoulders, and faced everything in front of him.

But it's all self-defense, a forced counterattack and counterattack.

But this time...

Today, Thales suddenly realized: When blood flows through the blade of a dagger, the surface of the dagger reveals more than its name.

It is its essence-a murder weapon.

Every time, when Thales has the courage and determination to stab the enemy with a dagger, he will remember the feeling when he took his life with JC for the first time: the hot and slippery blood crossed the guard and spewed to him His forearm flowed toward his chest, and shot at his head and face.

However, those feelings are not as real as they are now.

How easy it is to take a life.

It's not that I haven't killed people. On the contrary, I have killed many people.

Thyls said silently.

From the abandoned house life in Xiacheng, to the assassination on King Street, and the **** battle in the desert...

But those feelings of killing have been deliberately ignored for a long time.

He has no choice, does he?

Kill, or be killed.

Thyls raised JC gently, squinted his eyes, and pointed the blade at Dean's neck.

Hell senses, the blood rushing in his carotid artery is so powerful and full of vitality.

Tyles continued to hold the dagger, aiming at Dean's neck, expressionless.

He has no choice.

He told himself silently.

Simply stabbing and stabbing, can deny the other party's meaning from now on, strip the other party's existence, and let the other party's continued existence in this world disappear without a trace: he is so gone, gone, died, Never again appear anywhere, in front of anyone, at any time.

As fast rope said: He has no thoughts, no feelings, no consciousness, nothing can be left, he doesn't know anything anymore.

He has completely disappeared, and has lost all possibilities, all developments, and all futures.

Thyls came back to his senses and looked at the sleeping man before him.

Just a light poke.

Everything about the other party will disappear immediately.

And the knife bearer, he, Thales, he can get a lot: revenge? interest? Or simply satisfaction?

Or, is it the kind of refreshment that eliminates the unhappiness, frustration, hurt and pain that you feel from the opponent after killing the opponent, together with the opponent's existence, and vents the depression?

And... after calculating the pleasure of achieving your goal and making a lot of profit after eliminating the opponent?

Or the kind of feeling of power, power, and dignity that decides everything by opposing the palm of the hand to control life and death, play with the fate of others, and decide everything?

'Fuck.'

Tyles stared at Dean's neck, shaking slightly.

He has no choice.

He told himself for the third time.

Another necessary killing, nothing more.

Really?

A sense of refreshment.

Quide's hateful face flashed by.

Pleasure.

Nun Wang Zhizhu's smile passed through his mind.

A sense of power?

This time, Chaman Rumba's cold expression appeared in front of him.

Tyles took a deep breath and moved the dagger to the best angle for piercing.

For the refreshment of revenge, the pleasure of profit, or the power of bullshit, the **** ghost only cares about so many... With just one tap, everything is over.

Just kill him, don’t worry anymore——

At that moment.

A pale, terrified face appeared before his eyes.

It was a face from a long time ago, and Thales was about to forget it after a long time.

It's Kelett.

One of the people in the sixth room, the poor child, rushed out bravely at the last moment of his life, just to protect the little "girl" child.

However...

Tyles trembled slightly, and he seemed to be back to that night: **** Quaid smiled and slit Kelett’s neck, the kid’s face was full of horror, and the murderer’s face was ridiculous, Disgusting satisfaction and excitement.

'Fuck.'

The same is true for Quaid, just a single tap, that kind of refreshment...

'Fuck.'

Another face appeared before him.

It was a little ‘girl’ who stood in the hero’s hall of Longxiao City and hugged his arms aggrievedly, with a little arrogant and squeamish face, which made people quite annoying at first glance.

Alex Walton.

Innocent children born of sin.

Her high-curved mouth was finally replaced by painful cramps and twisted cheeks after drinking the poison ‘medicine’.

Thyls stared at Dean who was sleeping, but in front of him was King Nunn’s cold smile, Mike’s desperate cry, Nicolai’s expressionless indifference, and his little slicked head was frightened and frightened. Add tears...

'Fuck.'

The same is true for King Nunn, just a glass of wine, the shame and hatred of the past are over, that kind of pleasure...

'Fuck.'

Thyls closed his eyes gently.

Dean's neck disappeared before his eyes, but the city of Longxiao six years ago emerged from the darkness.

In dilapidated conditions, in the flaming shield area, corpses were everywhere, wailing endlessly.

In such a picture, the terrifying man with a cold face, the Grand Duke Heisha coldly wears a blood-stained crown.

Under his feet, the head of the born king rolled off the dust and fell into the countless corpses in the shield zone, civilians, nobles, craftsmen, farmers, and blade guards...

Don’t be indifferent, Yinren, don’t be indifferent...

Humans, animals, will gradually get used to many things, such as indifference, such as certain cognitions that we know are inappropriate.

For a long time, I don’t know the smell. Once you relax and get used to it, you will no longer feel the gap between yourself and the outside world, and you will no longer find your original self-hold on, benevolent, don’t compromise, Don't let this world capture you.

Oh, eldest lady, why do you suddenly become so... so ‘Wu Yinren’?

Is it really good to complain about yourself... Besides, isn’t this your professional strength? From a perspective that you have never seen before, shock your established understanding, refresh your worldview, break your unthinking, convinced, and even supreme dogma misunderstanding and superficial understanding, to discover that something is actually It's so ridiculous, and the way you saw it before is so unreasonable, to show yourself a whole new world, to discover the truth about yourself and the world that you don’t know it every day, so as to sublimate yourself?

Hey, I said so vividly for you, suddenly I feel so great.

Hey, there is no way, you have been with me for a long time, you are stupid as SpongeBob SquarePants, and you will gradually sublimate... Right...

So can we go now-don't "touch" my head anymore, your cat is in your own house, you don't need to "touch" it for free, and you don’t have to stand on tiptoe-we have already donated money, there is no need to donate Have you stood in front of the box for five minutes?

Ah! My comic exhibition-go, go, go!

Thyls opened his eyes suddenly!

Quiet, Thales gasped gently, sweating profusely, and his expression struggling.

JC is only one palm away from Dean's carotid artery.

The handle of the dagger was firmly gripped in his hand, and the tip of the blade kept trembling.

'Fuck.'

'Fuck!'

Time seems to have passed a long time.

He took a strong breath and exhaled it slowly.

No.

The prince put down the dagger wearily.

Tyles ‘touched’ his wet forehead and clenched his ‘lip’ with difficulty and pain.

Finally, he put away the dagger, and finally glanced at the dreaming Dean.

The prince slowly turned around like an ascetic who has experienced great troubles, and turned towards the door with a bitter expression.

However, when Thales took the first step away--

"Why?"

The sudden sound made Thales Khan ‘hair’ up!

"Why did you give up?"

Tyles closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He turned around, and under the moonlight, he vaguely saw Dean sitting up, leaning against the wall, staring at him coldly.

"A knife in the back, before the enemy sees you, it is always the best choice." The bald mercenary said lightly.

He bent a ‘leg’ and stepped on the edge of the ‘bed’, his right elbow resting on his knee, and the axe by his hand.

"Or..."

"Do you have to catch me alive?"

Thyls looked at the mercenary with difficulty.

"You are awake." He said bitterly.

"Otherwise? Do you think I should put down my guard and hand over my life to you?"

Dean sneered: "Who are you anyway?"

Tyles opened his mouth, not knowing where to start.

"I, you..."

"Or I'll ask more directly," Dean flicked the axe beside his hand, his eyes sharp: "Who sent you here?"

Thyls looked at him steadily.

His eyes struggle.

Finally, Thales exhaled slowly.

He put away his complex face ‘color’ and returned to his most indifferent expression.

"Dean, right?"

"You were rescued from the desert by old Dante a few years ago, and you have since become one of them, and before then..."

Tyles looked back at Dean coldly.

"An ordinary mercenary, but he is both literate and far-sighted," the prince whispered: "You come from the north, and you wield the axe just right. When facing the orcs, that set of feints and falsehoods The movements of Akira always remind people of Exter's other famous white-bladed guard."

Dean didn't speak, his eyes focused on the axe at hand.

The houses under the moonlight are silent, and the curfew on the streets makes the surroundings so quiet that it is not like the western front, but the countryside.

"Not only that, you also know a lot of orc language, and it's far from the level of'hello, damn, kill you' that soldiers learned after they met them," Thales continued: "That needs to be quite Long time system study."

"You also shaved your own hair, it seems that this can cover up the'color' of your hair."

Dean was expressionless, he raised his left hand and ‘touched’ his head.

Thyls stared straight at him.

"Your insights and reserves on national events and political situations are far from the level that a stunned soldier who only runs between life and business can know."

"Tampa is also saying that it's too wasteful for you to be a mercenary, and even the **** whistle people want to recruit you."

Tyles took a deep breath, hard and hesitantly, expressing the greatest suspicion:

"Dean, Dean, the mercenary, don't you think that these characteristics... are all too obvious in one person?"

The voice echoed in a small room, clearly audible.

Time seems like

Dean raised his head and confronted Thales' questioning eyes without flinching.

"Obviously?"

Dean's face turned into disdain and anger: "Huh."

"So, who did you send it?"

He asked bluntly:

"Risban? Or the Blade Guard?"

Tyles' gaze was frozen in midair.

"Or someone else?"

Under the moonlight outside the window, Dean spoke slowly, his eyes getting more and more serious: "The order I received, did you find me... or kill me?"

Thyls frowned deeply.

He still stared at Dean motionlessly.

"Even McGee said that it was wrong to follow Thomdin on this trip. He is not a good partner for'transaction', and the blockade order of the stars is even more improper," Thales did not answer , But continued quietly: "But you still came out with mercenaries, why?"

"This is not in line with your usual ‘smart’ and wise."

Dean clenched his fists.

"It's because you know about the Freedom League, the storm that Exeter and Dragon City are going through, and it's because you worry about your hometown and country, that you ventured north, just want to check it out?"

Dean didn't speak.

So Thales spoke again.

"Answer me, Dean," Thales sighed, "Are you him?"

This time, Dean slowly raised his head.

"He?"

Dean said lightly: "Who?"

"You know who I am talking about."

Dean smiled.

He slowly raised his arm and pointed at Thales.

"You."

"You are also suspicious, aren't you?"

"A man came from the north and fell strangely in the desert." Dean tilted his head and glanced at Thales: "He held a military crossbow that ordinary people would not have, and a A sharp dagger that cuts iron like mud."

Thyls felt his back and waist tighten.

"Your words and deeds are very orthodox, very polite, and pay attention to details. At first glance, you are a well-educated person. This is the reason why no one else wants to talk to you in the last few days-well, maybe fast rope Except, he is a stunned boy who was frightened by the sea."

"And you are very smart. At least the life experience you fabricated is in line with your words and deeds. At first glance, it makes sense."

Dean sneered.

"But what makes me strange is that you are different from most nobles."

"Whether it is hot sand or icy rock, you can lie down without hindrance and sleep easily; the dried'meat' that has been air-dried for a few months, the bread is too hard to bite, Stew with a fishy smell, slushy food, no matter how unpalatable, you can swallow it smoothly and eat it as usual."

"As you are used to."

"At least, it's not like I know, those adults in the castle."

"So, either you came from a family of nouveau riche families, and you haven't had time to become those generations of stupid and selfish **** in the castle," Dean squinted his eyes with a solemn expression. :

"Either there must be someone in your family who is a wise and wise person who is precipitated by experience or knowledge, time or experience. He chose to use cruel wind and frost to mold the next generation into a man, instead of using food and fences to make you. Develop a'fat' breeding pig."

Thyls did not move, listening quietly.

"And Wya Casso?"

Dean laughed out loud, but his eyes were cold as he looked at Thales: "Next time, when you tell another Northlander's name, it’s better not to talk to Gilbert Ka. Ask for the same last name."

Thyls moved slightly.

"Back then, at Broken Dragon Fortress, the star man came alone, holding the angry gazes of the king and six princes from Exter, talking freely, arguing back and forth, and finally signing a peace agreement. He is quite famous."

Dean cocked his mouth.

"Sorry," Thales shook his head regretfully: "The first time I ran away from home, many things happened suddenly and I was a little nervous."

Dean's eyes flashed.

"So, who are you?" he asked quietly.

"A mere teenager, but with unusual agility and sharp reflexes-I suspect that is the power of the end-I can still insist on not urinating pants when facing a terrifying orc for the first time 'Mature Killer~IndoMTL.com~赛卡?"

Dean lowered his head and drowned his expression in the darkness of the moonlight: "According to Tomding, those star cavalry, are they hunting you?"

Thyls breathed slowly.

He squeezed his fist and then put it down gently.

"Listen, I didn't want to make things so complicated." Prince Star spread his palms, and said with his calmest and solemn tone: "I could have found the army in the blade tooth camp early and let them Do it...but I didn't. I waited till now."

Dean nodded lightly, smiling from the corners of his mouth.

"So you are indeed not a small person, and you have a lot to do with this official," the bald mercenary sneered: "But you have been incognito until now, just for me?"

Thyls ignored the other party's words.

"I just need you to answer my simple question, Dean." He said lightly.

Dean stared at him interestingly.

"Coincidentally," the mercenary nodded: "Me too, Huaiya."

Silence.

The suffocating silence, the two silently stared at each other in the dimly closed house.

Until Thales spoke again.

"So, Dean," the prince of the stars cleared his throat, and finally asked the last question seriously:

"Are you Moral Walton?"

"The unruly prince who escaped from Longxiao City six years ago?"

Dean didn't answer, didn't move, and even owed an extra look.

He just stared at Thales coldly.

"What about you, Huaia," he said slowly, and gently raised his head to let the moonlight shine on his angular features:

"Should I call you Thales Canxing?"

Tyles tightened his muscles.

"The culprit who caused the entire Exterlands to shake, and made Longxiao City change the world--the culprit?"