Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 174: Too bad

After a few seconds, Thales quickly reacted and subconsciously wanted to protect Shi Lai behind him, but the latter was faster than him-Ms. Kevin Deere grabbed her left arm from Thales's hand He pulled it back, and tucked his palm tightly under his right armpit so that no one could see it.

It's like hiding your ugliest secret.

Or bury your most precious treasure.

And her movements were fast and her strength was fierce, as if Thales had a red-hot iron in her hand.

But it's not over yet.

"Are you saying that her right hand is the same? I heard the doctor say it's all in pairs!"

The discussion in the crowd is getting louder and more unscrupulous:

"What about the feet? Could she also have six toes on her feet?"

"Maybe there is a tail..."

"Aw!"

"Hey, she won't have three fuckers, will she? Just like the freak show circus we saw in Vine City..."

"The priest is right, the thief has three hands and the juggler has six fingers!"

"The parents must have done something wrong and were punished by the setting sun."

"A grandfather or family made a big mistake!"

"I know I know! It is said that the person who committed the crime of close relative **** gave birth to such a deformed child!"

Listening to the more and more discussions in the crowd, Sheila looked at her left palm buried under her right armpit in horror, looked at everyone's fearful and curious eyes, listened to everyone's rustling whispers, The whole person began to tremble uncontrollably.

"No, no, no..."

At that moment, Xi Lai seemed to suddenly have difficulty breathing, and she was terrified and gasping for breath, as if she was drowning.

And the gloves—the pair of gray gloves that Shi Lai never leaves his hands, one of which is lying on the ground at this moment.

Shriveled and dirty.

Powerless and lonely.

There is also a fifth finger cuff that is slightly larger than the other four.

"Bah, it turns out to be a freak."

Ragno said disdainfully:

"Six fingers, no wonder they're so flexible."

"Shut up!" Thales interrupted him angrily, he took off his jacket with his backhand, wrapped it around Shiley's waist, and covered her arm.

But he found helplessly and painfully that he only had one coat.

Only one.

"Is this the sinner?"

"I've seen this kind of person who is going to be imprisoned, chanting scriptures day and night to atone for sins!"

"I heard from the old man in my hometown that only people who have been kissed by demons in their mother's womb will have such fingers, which is a bad omen..."

"How can such a person be born, as soon as the mother is born, he will be killed to avoid disaster!"

"I heard that in ten countries in the Far East, such deformed cadavers can be eaten as medicine!"

"Shit, are the Far Easterners so wild?"

"No wonder her brother is so poor..."

"That girl is so pitiful, she must have had a hard time..."

"You have to help her, and let the priest of the setting sun come to exorcise her!"

"Deserved!"

"Get away from her, you will be unlucky!"

Amidst the discussion, the aunt who had just been cooperating with Xi Lai to perform magic and couldn't help speaking for her was startled. She turned pale, hurriedly pushed through the crowd, and walked away without looking back.

Ragnor, who tore off Shira's gloves, was also taken aback for a moment. He rubbed his hands in disgust, as if there was some filth on them.

Tales had a hunch that he had to do something, he turned around:

"H-Wyana? You, are you all right?"

Sheila raised her head slowly and glanced at him.

The eyes were calm, dull and numb.

There is none of the girl's usual agility, domineering, and vigor.

But it was this dull glance, but it was like a nail, and a lot of words that Thales wanted to say were forcibly nailed into his throat.

Nailed into flesh.

"Hurry up, stay away from them..."

"But I want to take another look..."

"What are you looking at, you are not disgusting!"

"Just take a look, this is a rare thing, it's not often seen..."

"She won't show you..."

"She's a performer, it's a big deal to give her some money..."

Among a group of people who were disgusted and curious, and even pointed at them with false rumors, Sheila lowered her head deeply, she slowly squatted down, her left hand was tightly wrapped around Thales' coat, her right hand--firmly The gloved right hand—dipped slowly, hard, bit by bit.

Pick up the glove on the ground.

It's like picking up my last dignity.

And Thales stared blankly at all this

Say something, Thales.

Don't freeze.

Say something!

Anything to make her feel better!

Say it!

Fuck! Thales, you can't say a word!

How about your eloquence? You can stun a cunning vampire, stop a battling Exeter, and call an angry king an ally!

Are all **** liars!

Speak, speak!

Are you a **** idiot!

At that moment, Thales trembled, and he realized that he was so clumsy.

Everyone's eyes are still fixed on Xi Lai's body, as if it is the rarest and rarest exotic exhibition in the world.

And even in the distance, Srimani sitting in a shaving chair in the shop.

Why.

Why are they all staring at her.

Why?

Is it really that good looking?

Really!

These bastards.

Fuck!

At that moment, looking at Xi Lai who was struggling to stand up, Thales finally understood: he couldn't speak to her.

But there's at least one more thing he can do.

The next second, the determined Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to smile.

"That's right, everyone!"

Tales turned around and made progress, blocking Shi Lai while spreading his arms to attract everyone's attention.

"Wyana's glove has a trap!"

His lips maintain a wide arc, like a clown in a circus:

"That allows her to pull off some great tricks!"

After a lot of dispersal, there was boos and boos from the sparse crowd.

Sheila trembled. She raised her head in fear and doubt, watching Thales' performance.

"But that's okay!"

Tales laughed:

"I, the true inheritor of the magic family, the great magician Wyah! Much better than my sisters!"

The teenager in a single shirt turned around and raised his hands for everyone to see:

"My hands are not wearing gloves! But they can still pull off beautiful magic tricks!"

The shaved guy Ragnor was taken aback:

"Hey, how the **** do you dare to be here—"

But Thales flicked his finger to him:

"This Mr. Ragno!"

The boy was in high spirits, as if he was standing not on the street, but on the most luxurious theater stage in the world:

"Your wallet is red, right? There's an R written on it? There's a pile of copper coins, twenty silver coins, and even two gold coins and a pile of large-value tickets. Wow, you Really rich! Did you help the boss manage the accounts?"

"How do you know--hey, don't do any tricks," Ragnor frowned, reaching into his arms, "I told you-"

But then his face changed drastically!

"Fuck! You stole my purse!"

Tales smiled and looked at him with a smile: "Nothing!"

Ragnor gritted his teeth and greeted his companions to roll up their sleeves and go forward:

"It's you! Damn I knew you were thieves from the first tugging—"

But Thales raised his hand at the right time:

"No! I know the color of your purse because I saw it!"

"Look at you paralyzed..."

Tales points to the top of Ragnor's head:

"Here it is!"

At that moment, everyone turned their heads and immediately froze.

"Stop talking nonsense! You return my purse, and I won't label you like your sister-"

Ragnor threatened him, but was stunned when he turned around.

Across the street, a heavy red purse hangs brightly on the clothes drying pole on the roof, wafting in the wind.

What?

Ragueneau rubbed his eyes hard, looking at the distance from here to the clothesline, in disbelief.

And he's not the only one.

"Wow!"

"Ma Ma, he is amazing!"

The crowd erupted in astonishment no less than when Sheila was performing.

"Fuck, is that true? So far?"

"When did he hang up?"

"Did you throw it in the past? While we weren't paying attention?"

"Can you throw so accurately?"

"I know, the master of the extreme realm can!"

"So, this master of magic of Wyya is an extreme realm?"

Some even began to suspect Ragno:

"Hey, buddy, you're not a nurse, are you? How much does it cost?"

"As expected of my elder brother, with the true inheritance, magic is a little better than my younger sister..."

"Didn't you shave your head across the street? Work part-time as childcare?"

Xilee had just put on her gloves and frowned when she saw this scene.

"You, when did you... how did you do it?" Ragnor was surprised.

"I said it!" Thales shrugged, "I'm not a thief, my sister and I, we are a family of magicians! The skills of magic are passed down from generation to generation!"

Ragno felt fooled:

"Fuck! Talk! What did you do? Ability? Throw it? Or colluded with the gang?"

"Hey, the secret of magic," Thales raised a finger in front of his lips and said with a smile, "one don't go into details, two don't reveal it, and three don't spread it..."

"Four," Thales blinked, "Well, it's about to fall."

Huh?

Raguenau was stunned for a moment, but the next second, the purse suddenly ripped apart, the coins inside fell with a crash, and the redemption tickets were scattered in the wind.

Ragno reacts: "Fuck!"

Amidst the coins rolling around, the crowd suddenly exploded, and many people couldn't help but scatter around to pick up the money—especially the dozen or so gold and silver coins that were rolling around.

"Don't pick it up! Don't allow it! Don't allow it! Who dares to blacken the money of Balta's shaving shop! Are you dying?"

Ragnor roared angrily, warning the others while directing his companions to pick up the money: "Go pick it up! That's... the boss!"

Tales stood aside, watching all this calmly and innocently.

"You!"

Ragno turned his head, pointed his teeth at Thales, and pressed his fist:

"Wiya and Wyana, right? Well, you're done today, wait for the boss to come back-"

"Okay, just wait for your boss to come back," Thales replied calmly, pointing to the sky, "Will he settle my account first, or that account?"

That account...

Ragno was stunned, he hesitated for a moment, snorted angrily at Thales, and finally pointed to the redemption ticket floating far in the sky, and ran to join the money-seeking team:

"Forget the coins! You guys, go get the ticket back first! That's the big one!"

Seeing that the attention of the crowd and the shaved guys were diverted, Thales breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

Alright.

The hardest part is coming.

Facing Hillary, facing that hand...what should he say?

What to say to make her...

But he thought too much, because he wasn't the one who spoke first.

"You, how are you?" Shi Lai frowned, although her eyes were slightly red, the gloom she had just been swept away.

Tales breathed a sigh of relief.

"Me? Of course I'm fine!" He bared his front teeth with a silly smile.

Xilee stared at him fixedly, as if she was meeting Thales for the first time.

After a while, Sheila sighed and handed back the coat and hat to Thales - from the backstage of the theater:

"But you got a nosebleed."

Tales was startled and covered his mouth and nose!

Oops.

Really nosebleed!

He just... just changed a little--a "trick" as Ashida said!

Not at all!

No no, now the most important thing is not to arouse suspicion!

"Oh, this," Thales wiped his nosebleed indiscriminately, but made his face even more messy, while trying to find an excuse, "Oh, I have taken some medicines that are prone to nosebleeds these days..."

Sheila narrowed her eyes, disbelief written all over her face.

"Okay," Thales sighed, "You know, I just saw a beautiful girl, I accidentally glanced at it a few more times, and my heart got angry."

Shila was silent for a while:

"In the crowd just now, the youngest girl was a little girl three feet tall, and the second youngest was the aunt who was pulling her."

Tales' eyelids jumped.

"I, what I said is true!"

Tales only felt that the more he wiped the nosebleed from his face, the worse he was, just as the hole in his excuse got bigger and bigger: "You're also a girl, so I didn't pay attention, but I really saw it! In front of me, wow, that girl is really beautiful..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Hillary pulled out a handkerchief and slapped him hard in the face.

"Ah!"

Tales hissed in pain, took the handkerchief off his face, and saw a bloodstain in the shape of a human face.

"Next time you want to talk about love, please find something less rude, otherwise it will sound like harassment."

Chilley turns around coldly:

"Especially when I know: I'm not that pretty."

This time it was Thales' turn to be startled.

Huh?

"I..."

What does it mean? Is she not that pretty?

"Also, it's fine to say this in private, but don't let my brother hear it, he'll go crazy."

The next second, Thales reacted instantly and waved his handkerchief in shock.

"Not..."

I'm not talking about you!

I'm really just looking for an excuse, not a love story!

But when Thales was racking his brains to explain, Hillary suddenly took a deep breath.

"Hey," the Kevin Deere girl said, with a hint of loneliness in her tone, "Just now, thank you."

Thiers, who was trying to wipe his nosebleed, was startled.

The two were silent for a while.

"You're welcome."

After a few seconds, Thales exhaled and smiled:

"Wyana, dear sister, it's all about magic, right?"

Sheila glanced at him sideways, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.

Tales wiped the blood from his nose, hesitating whether to return the dirty handkerchief to her. Finally, in the face of Xile's disgusting eyes, he had to change the subject to avoid embarrassment:

"Very good, although the movement is a little louder, but at least it dispels the target's suspicion of us-"

Huh?

At that moment, Thales felt that something was wrong.

He turns his head sharply!

In the shaving shop, Srimani is still sitting in his place.

Tales breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the goal is still...

"No."

Shila frowned:

"The breath is not right, that's not him."

Tales had a meal.

The breath is not right?

What does it mean?

But the next second, he knew why: "Slimani" in the shop turned from his chair, took off his scarf, and shrugged at Thales.

That's not him.

Another guy at the shave shop.

Tales felt a chill in his heart.

Oops!

He turned his head from side to side and searched the streets for traces of his target.

What about people?

Where's Srimani?

Where did he go?

"Ahhhh! Damn, he ran away!"

Failed to do so, Thales couldn't help but scolded.

"Yes, and he didn't just run away," Sheila said with a gloomy face. "As suspicious as him, he probably ran away when he had the slightest suspicion of us."

Damn, Srimani, the apologist, why is he so alert?

And when did he run?

"Wait," Thales wanted to understand something, and suddenly came to his senses, "Those guys with shaved heads, they just didn't come to find fault, nor kidnap people, nor did they do it for 'rules'."

"That Ragno, his purse," Sheila looked at the shop opposite, with the same serious expression, "There should be his own coins in it, and the boss's ticket..."

“But there shouldn’t be so many gold and silver coins—inconvenient to trade, and useless on the streets,” Thales pondered the truth in disbelief, “It was given to him by Slimani to help him escape. price."

Thinking of this, the prince turned his head:

In the distance of the street, the head shaved guy who had just recovered a blood bottle to redeem a ticket, Ragnor turned his head and gave him a successful smile from a distance.

That expression seems to be saying: "Boy, if you want to lie to me, you are still a little tender."

Fuck!

"They came at us, and they were misguided," Shirai sighed, concluding, "in order to create an opportunity for Slimani to run away from our stalking."

"Ahhh! Damn it!"

After recognizing the reality, Thales waved his fist indignantly.

Slimani, hard-earned clues, they are currently the closest clue to the death of the wool merchant, the closest clue to Jenn's weakness, just like this, just like this...

Lost.

Tales sighed in frustration:

"There's nothing we can do, we can only go back first, and then slowly think of a way..."

"He can't run far!"

Sheila said suddenly:

"Follow me and we'll keep going."

"How to chase? We only have—"

"Think of a way to chase!" Sheila interrupted him angrily.

After speaking ~IndoMTL.com~ The eldest lady of the Iris family grabbed Thales and walked non-stop to another street intersection.

I saw that Cecilia Kevin Dill was decisive and firm at the moment, but Thales, who accepted the reality, was startled.

"You mean, seriously?"

"Of course! No matter where the defender goes, even if he runs into Fuxing Palace, out of the End Sea, up to the Kingdom of God and down to the Prison River, he will catch up with me!"

Sheila gritted her teeth, she touched her pair of gray gloves, her eyes were cold and sharp:

"Otherwise, my mother would be at a **** loss today!"

Tales stared at her suspiciously, this was the first time he had seen Hillary like this.

"These disgusting bastards."

Sheila stared at the shaving shop opposite, staring at the guys inside:

"I curse them, not a single one, they all go to hell!"