Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 175: Not enough

Remember 【New】for a second,! "I have to say, your spirit is commendable, Miss," Thales was dragged forward by Shi Lai and turned around a street, "but please, let's be practical: we are just two of us, how do we chase?"

"Let's go to a higher place first, the view will be better." Shi Lai shook his head solemnly, obviously unwilling to give up.

High? Better vision?

Tales has a subtle expression:

Well, what else could he do?

Soon, Shi Lai skillfully squeezed past a group of shouting hawkers, turned into a stone arch, and then came to the outside of a large four-story house, stomping on the outer ladder to the top floor, without a trace. Politely raised his hand and knocked on the first door: bang bang bang!

"Wait—who?"

As soon as Sheila heard the sound from the room, she shook her head and walked forward, knocking on the next door.

Tales' expression changed, he looked worriedly at the knocked door, and followed the girl nervously: "What are you doing?"

But Xi Lai ignored him and didn't have any sense of affecting other people's lives. She just walked forward on her own, knocking on doors and receiving responses from countless guests, both men and women:

"Don't knock, the door is unlocked!"

"Ah shit, my husband must be back! Hurry up and hide it in the closet!"

"Fuck off!"

"If it's the landlord, say I'm not here! Say the rent will be paid next week!"

"Did Dad come back? If so, Mom said I couldn't open the door and couldn't tell you she was playing games with Uncle Abby in the room!"

“snoring~snoring~snoring~”

"Come on, wait for me..."

"Don't knock me, I'm shitting! Ouch, this old man! Don't rush!"

"Ah~ah~ah~ darling hurry up, hurry up, hurry up - no no no, no! You can't! Can't get there! Fuck! You useless bastard! Forget it! , forget it short, forget it soft, it's so **** fast! I haven't arrived yet for your wife!"

"Grandma said I can't open the door when she's not here! Because the water ghouls will come to catch the children!"

"Fuck! It might be the vigilante, hurry up, stop smoking you son of a bitch, and pour the goods down the toilet..."

"Don't open the door, hurry up and finish it first! My mother is billed per view, so pulling it out is counted twice!"

These miscellaneous responses from behind the door made Thales' expression change again and again, but Hillary ignored it and walked to the next room when she heard a sound from behind the door.

Tales is inexplicable:

"Sh-Wyana, what are you doing? Who are you looking for?"

"No one," Hillary replied nonchalantly, knocking on the next door.

This time, there was no reply from behind the door.

Xilae's eyes lit up and she took a half step back. The next second, she lifted her skirt and kicked her legs, kicking open the door that was only tied with a rope without any burden.

Tilston was taken aback.

This is- for what?

"This is a short-term rental house in the Goddess District. It is close to the new suburbs. It is a relatively high house nearby - of course, it is illegal, but the landlord has paid enough fines."

Hiley walked into this humble little room and motioned Thales to close the door:

"The people who live here are basically workers from all walks of life and foreigners. During the festival, they either have no money and can only spend time at home, or they have to go to the streets to find work and won't be back in a short time - don't worry, we only The owner will be happy for a while, and it's not for free."

Shi Lai took out a few copper coins and slapped them on the uneven table.

Faced with all this, Thales couldn't react, and he was stunned:

"How do you know—no, you, how could you be so skilled?"

"My last name is Kevin Deere," Shiley said, holding on to her dusty skirt and pushing open a small door to find a utility room. "This city belongs to us."

"Thank you for your well-founded and persuasive answer," Thales sneered, "reminds me of my surname, Shinsing."

Tales nervously and cautiously opened the window, stretched out his head with difficulty, and looked at the main street of the Emerald City:

"Okay, we're up there, the view is really good, and we can see the shaving shop, but basically can't see anything, how do we find Slimani - hey, what are you doing?"

Tales turned around and saw Hillary squeezed into the utility room,

"Do **** things," Sheila smiled mysteriously at him, "to change a menstrual cloth."

"At this time? Really?"

He was answered by a crisp closing of the door.

Tales blinked: what?

"Guard the door, don't peek!"

Miss Kevin Deere's voice came from the utility room:

"Or eavesdrop!"

"I thought we were here for business!" Thales said angrily.

"Then do your business!"

Damn, I knew she was unreliable...

Tales spread his hands in disbelief.

Might as well put Mallos in charge, even at the risk of letting Jenn know.

But well, it's up to me now.

Looking at the utility room again, Thales had no choice but to put his head again in front of the window that was too small to look at the street.

Go up to the heights.

High...

After a few seconds, he sighed.

No, it's too far to see anything.

And Hillary, that eldest lady is so unreliable.

Tales clenched his fists.

But if he gave up here...he wouldn't be able to find Slimani.

And if he can't find Slimani, who is in charge of defending the case, he still doesn't know why the wool merchant Diop was killed, or why the wine merchant Dagori went to the former, let alone these How the matter involved the political struggle in the Emerald City, I don't know how many times Jenn and Mi Ke have fought back and forth on such a chessboard, and they can only continue to be kept in the dark, blind people touching elephants...

Let King Kessel take advantage of it.

Tales subconsciously held the bone ring in his pocket.

【Then you can only always be a **** and struggle. 】——The voice in his heart whispered.

The more Thales thought about it, the more irritable he became.

No, Thales, you need to calm down.

He pressed the window frame and shook his head to encourage himself: Do the little things in front of you first.

As far as I can.

First of all, it's not long before Slimani must have gone far.

He'll have to write down the road conditions around him and go back and tell Mallos.

His bodyguard leader must be able to lay out a detailed plan, at least know where the clues were disconnected, and where to pick them up and continue to track down.

Tales took a deep breath, squinting and looking down at the crisscrossing streets, calling out the sin of the Hell River.

Familiar feeling Xilai, the senses of **** are activated, making the distant pictures and sounds clear:

"Cluster of fireworks! A must for celebration! The stall owner had an accident and changed his career. On the last day, the clearance was sold at a loss and cheap!"

"Damn, your fireworks stall has been here for ten years, has it been? Every day is the 'last day'!"

"Today is really the last day!"

After strengthening his vision and hearing, Thales could clearly see a street intersection in the distance, which, as always, was very lively and bustling during the celebration.

"The yeti circus from far away Allenbia, the East Coast tour is on sale! Exotic from the thorny land..."

"Brothers, "The Ending Sea Eye is Your Home", get ready - sing! La la la, hahaha, the Ending Sea Eye is your home, come back to sail and meet it! The boat leaks and the sail is broken, the compass is broken, reef The whirlpool is full of pirates! The sea, the pirates, the hair! Hahaha, la la la, the girl curses you to break the mast, the waves are high and the rudder collapses! The emperor beckons and the prince smiles, may you accompany him! Accompany, accompany him! "

"Fuck this bunch of Warrier's scumbag sailors, big guy, give one back: "The Robbery of a Commas", get ready, sing!"

"Rickshaw rickshaw! Two coppers in three blocks! Where to go? Talk!"

"Local interpreter service! Take you all over the Emerald City! Travel and business to learn foreign languages, a small silver coin a day! High quality, large quantity, good attitude, I guarantee you will be satisfied when you come back! Thorns, Common language, Elvish language, Dwarven language, Near Eastern dialect, Prairie dialect Far Eastern Orc! Except for the ancient imperial language, all Sacrauri!"

Tales lowered his heart and carefully searched for a figure, but the Emerald Festival was crowded with people, and people came and went just at this street intersection. This person came to the next one before he could see it clearly. The man left again.

He couldn't see that far, couldn't see that much, couldn't even recognize or remember what the roads in this strange neighborhood looked like.

Never mind finding traces of Slimani.

What should I do?

【Not enough. ]

Tales frowned.

【Not enough】

The voice in his heart whispered to him: [Not enough, you are not working hard enough, Thales. ]

[The price paid is not enough, not big enough. ]

[So you can't find Srimani. ]

[I can't find my way out of the chess game either. ]

【You can't become a strong man who decides your own destiny. ]

Tales frowned more and more tightly.

The strong.

The strong?

Wait!

Looking at the street in the distance, Thales suddenly thought.

Think about it, Thales, think about when you were in Longxiao City, when you fought against Giza...

Heijian, the human powerhouse he has seen, how did he meticulously detect the surroundings and detect intelligence?

is vibration.

Tales remembered.

Black Sword, and Black Sword's Sins of Hell River, detect vibrations.

Even if it is thousands of miles away, even if it is a faint mosquito.

With Thales' thoughts in mind, the crime of Hell River reacted, gathering together as if conscious, scorching hot.

Like the Black Sword of the past.

But he can't just be a copy of the Black Sword.

Tales remembered the words of the leader of the Sword of Calamity - he can't follow the crowd, he must have something of his own.

After all, he's not the Black Sword.

What he has is not vibration perception, but...

Hell Senses.

Tales' eyes lit up.

The next second, the sin of the Hell River in the body began to heat up, and the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer, two, three, four... more and more streets entered his field of vision.

It's like hell's senses have been more than doubled.

But...

【Not enough. ]

The voice in my heart is still ruthless, still reminding him coldly: [Only these are not enough. ]

Tales gritted his teeth.

The crime of Hell River seems to have heard his voice, and it runs faster and faster.

Tales tried to concentrate and observed the distant street.

Now, standing behind the window of this humble room, he can hear sounds from any direction, see details from any angle, and detect the current situation of any street...

But...

【Not enough. ]

The voice in my heart is getting more and more indifferent:

【You need to pay more. ]

【More! ]

【To see everything. ]

【All in the palm of your hand. ]

【Make everything work for you. ]

Tales's breathing accelerated, like the end power in his body, which almost made him feel like he was burning.

To see everything?

Everything.

Everything...

A second figure appeared in front of Thales.

He looked at the figure, and in his memories, he fought eight against one another.

Imanu Sackel.

The Knight of Punishment.

Tales's breath stagnated.

What, Sackel, how did he do it?

【Not enough. ]

The sin of the Hell River is getting hotter and hotter, with a tingling burning sensation that seems to change from boiling water to fire.

It splattered and exploded within the body, a little here, an inch there.

Like Sackel.

【Not enough. ]

The next second, the senses of **** changed again.

Tales moved his eyes, and there was surprise in his heart.

Time, time seems to be slowing down again?

He turned his head and saw the fireworks peddler. He could see the other party pushing the cart, shouting and moving forward.

At this speed, he will reach the corner in about five seconds.

Tales turned his head again: A messenger running in a hurry on the street can enter the next street in about two seconds.

The prince didn't stop looking: an aunt with two baskets of vegetables was about to turn around and enter a blind spot where he couldn't see.

But at this speed, after ten seconds, she will reappear from the other side of the house, back into her sight.

And two kids on the side of the canal, they are about to run over the canal bridge, no, listen to the sound, they are slowing down, it will take three seconds to get on the bridge.

The Sins of Hell River continued to burn, and the burning sensation went from occasional tingling to constant pain.

Tales let out a low groan.

But...

【Not enough. ]

Tales clenched his fists.

Without a mirror, he didn't know that his eyeballs were now bloodshot, but Thales felt that as his eyes swept faster and faster, more and more people entered his senses, giving him different feedbacks. Position, velocity, acceleration, motion trajectory...

Although there are not enough details, although there will be many accidents on the road - such as that fireworks vendor may be stopped by customers to shop, such as that anxious messenger may speed up, such as those two children may fall on the way ...

But...

【Not enough. ]

In the slowing time and the burning pain, Thales slowly turned to the direction of the hair salon.

From just now, starting from the shaving shop, with Slimani's pace... no, maybe a little faster, plus Slimani's possible mentality, he may not go the big way...

Then the direction, distance and range he may go to is...

Tales turned his head back and forth expressionlessly, moving his eyes.

Centering on the shaving shop, along different streets and roads, he quickly delineated three areas where he couldn't see it - in such a short period of time, Slimani most likely escaped to these places.

Three areas.

But...how to confirm?

How to confirm?

【Not enough. ]

Tales suddenly remembered the Prison of Bones - where the former scout of the Royal Guard, Jonah Cannon, relied on hearing and memory to recognize the footsteps of the Shadow Shield assassin in the dark.

Just footsteps.

Footsteps.

It's amazing.

【Not enough. ]

Clap!

The sin of Hell River grows stronger, crackling like a real fire.

Tales instinctively closed his eyes.

The power of the end continued to burn, flowing into his brain and into his ears.

Tales shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly!

Bang!

A loud bang exploded in my ear - Thales covered his ears subconsciously, his expression painful and overwhelmed.

No, not the ear.

It's...

Tales raised his head with difficulty:

It was two streets away, the crashing sound of the wheels passing over the ridge, to Thales, it sounded as terrifying as the explosion of eternal oil.

Shhh!

This is a woman washing clothes by the river.

Each bristles on the brush, buttoned heavily on the clothes, rubbed each thread relentlessly, as if countless snows rolled down from the mountain peaks.

Wow——

This is two coachmen arguing over a collision.

Two people's tongues slammed between their lips, their vocal cords trembled between their throats, and the air rubbed between their teeth. Every sound was calling for thunder, like a giant roaring, earth-shattering.

Clap!

These are children playing war games with tree branches.

The branches collided crisply, and the branches cracked along the texture, but like a deep trench in the ground, extending countlessly, until the land cracked and sank, and the world collapsed at the end of the day.

Ding!

Come on!

Crack!

Whoa!

In an instant, the sound from his line of sight was amplified countless times, with no focus and no omission.

Like endless tinnitus.

Tales trembled all over, his face pale.

As the world was spinning, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ahhhh!

Tales cried out in pain.

In just a few seconds, countless noises that were far more piercing than before came like a tsunami, constantly stimulating his senses.

Black Sword...

Black Sword, how did he do it?

Although it's not the same as his own, Heijian sensed the vibration by relying on the crime of the prison river, and it must have been the same when he detected the blood magician. information?

But that guy, how did that guy put up with all this?

【Not enough. ]

The inner voice reminded him mechanically.

Yes, soon.

Be patient.

Just one more time.

Thiers thought so, gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly.

He has seen around and heard around.

Soon.

Almost found...Slimani!

For this reason, he has no time for anything else.

【Not enough. ]

Tales was short of breath, he urged himself to concentrate, burn the power of the end, tried to focus his auditory senses on the three areas just demarcated, and continued to search for the sound he wanted.

This time, the Guilty of Hell River seems to be happy to follow his choice.

Like a beast trapped in a cage for too long, finally breaking free and running free.

It's so excited, so crazy, it's burning inside, and the flames are crackling.

【Not enough. ]

At this moment, a thought crossed Thales' heart:

In the past, the sin of the Hell River in his body was like a mist, a trickle or a gurgling water, thin and fragile.

But since when did it become a raging flame, burning endlessly, fiery and violent?

When?

Why, why didn't he, the master and user of the power of the end, notice?

But Thales has no time to think about it.

【Not enough. ]

Amid the torment of countless terrifying sounds from three areas, Thales is like a rower struggling to row a boat, trying to discern a clear stream in it:

Vague chatting, chaotic arguments, screeching wheels, roaring frolics, dogs barking...

Fortunately, with patience and habit, and perhaps thanks to years of experience in using the senses of hell, he gradually got the hang of it.

He slowly found order in the chaos, sorting information into categories and extracting order.

It's not this, it's not that, it's not, it's not at all, what he's looking for is...

【Not enough. ]

Following Thales' thoughts, the flames of the crime of Hell River moved at the same time, turning consciously!

Ahhhh!

At that moment, Thales' expression was distorted to the extreme due to pain.

This time, they entered a deeper brain, and in addition to bringing more intense burning and pain, they also awakened and connected to Thales' memory:

Not long ago, the rhythm of Srimani's walking, the speed of his steps, the friction between the soles of his feet and the ground, and even the frequency of his breathing, and the sound of his clothes rubbing -- these memories were pulled out of the sea of ​​memory. The surface of the sea, faded away from blur, became clearer, and became a standard and unmistakable sound template in front of us.

Tales closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

In the three areas, look for a template.

Just one piece.

Footsteps, breathing, rubbing...

【Not enough. ]

The crime of the Hell River is boundless, it leads Thales' hearing and memory, and it converges in his mind into a burning bat, flying through the streets and roads he just observed, accepting countless voices , observe every corner and absorb thousands of details:

The footsteps of workers, the sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground, the cheers of tourists, the sound of paddles, the sound of sacks, children's frolic, the roar of guards, the crisp sound of coins...

Until the end, the bat's wings fluttered, and a set of familiar sounds echoed in his mind:

"Damn, get out, get out!"

Tales is refreshed!

【Not enough. ]

The burning bat hovers in the sea of ​​perception, drawing a dynamic picture before Thales:

A man, a man with rapid breathing and a scattered pace, is running through the streets in a panic.

He rams a few pedestrians in his way, leaving them to curse.

But the man doesn't care, just nervously looking back from time to time.

His fancy boots echoed strangely in the dirt and urine-stained alleyway.

until the man stumbled into an alley, tripped over a stone under his feet, and fell hard:

Plop!

The next second, Thales suddenly opened his eyes and returned to the humble small room!

Enough!

This is it!

Tales turned his head sharply, the sin of the Hell River in his body splashed again, but the prince couldn't control that much. He walked across the room full of debris in three or two steps, and happened to see Hillary Kevin Dill He opened the small door of the utility room and hurriedly looked at him in a peculiar smell!

"Go out of the shop, turn left and go straight to the third intersection, then turn right and go straight to the second intersection and turn left to the alley with the stone wall on the left..." Thales said anxiously.

"Third sloping alley at the fork of Milton's pawnshop on Regina Street!" Hillary was equally eager.

The two spoke almost at the same time, and were also taken aback.

“How do you know?”

"What is that place?"

But at that moment, the crime of Hell River was completely extinguished.

The next second, Thales only felt gold stars in his eyes: tired, sleepy, painful, bitter...

"Uh—" Thales groaned painfully.

The pain all over his body hit like a wave, making him unable to control his balance and collapsed.

"Hey you, what's wrong with you!"

Sheila was shocked, and she held Thales, who was crumbling, in her arms.

"I, I... mean, accident, hehe."

Tales fell into her arms, showing a weak smile.

Oops, come on, it's the price of overuse of Hell River's sin.

Tales was panting heavily, only to feel that his lungs were about to burn.

Damn.

How come at this time.

Wait... just now, how did he forget this?

Why is it so crazy to promote the crime of Hell River?

Xilee supported Thales with all his strength and slowly brought him down:

"You are so heavy... don't tell me, what beautiful girl did you see again?"

"Yeah," Thales gradually got used to the pain, trembling all over, trying his best to pretend to be relaxed, "although she doesn't think so."

Sheila smiled sarcastically:

"The slick tongue won't help you catch up--uh!"

She shuddered and covered her mouth in horror.

"You, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Only then did Thales notice that Shi Lai's situation didn't seem right.

At this moment, Xi Lai was dripping with cold sweat and pale.

Sheila let go, smiling hard:

"Do you know what I had for breakfast?"

"No, why?" Thales only felt that the world was spinning as soon as he opened his eyes, and he had to close them again.

"Because we'll find out soon."

The next second, before Thales could react, Hillary threw himself on his chest, vomited uncontrollably with a "wow"!

Tales was taken aback. He ignored the filth and the unpleasant sour smell on his hands, and hurriedly hugged the limp Xilai:

"No, God, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Shie-Wyana? Sister?"

In a pool of filth, Shi Lai, who had vomited, raised her head feebly and gave him a look.

"Damn, it's all digested, and I can't see the prototype of the meal."

"Is this the time to care about this?" In the pungent sour smell ~IndoMTL.com~ Thales moved his buttocks in disgust, trying his best to stay away from the pool of filth, "And I don't care at all. Don't want to know what you had for breakfast-"

Sheila's expression changed, and she raised her finger sharply to stop the prince from continuing.

"What's the matter?"

The girl from the Iris family smiled at him, with a very reluctant smile.

But in just the next second, Shi Lai became grim again, and she slammed onto Thales' chest!

"Vag - gag - gag!"

During Hille's second wave of vomiting, Thales, who was already suffering, turned his head in pain.

Try not to look at that big puddle of -- and more -- food scraps.

Very good, although he doesn't want to know at all, but now Thales can basically be sure:

Miss Hilla's breakfast includes at least three vegetables.

Still emerald green.

Vibrant.