Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 176: Long-term leave form

Finally, after I don't know the wave of vomit, Shi Lai finally stopped nausea, and the eldest lady of the Kevin Deere family leaned against the wall tremblingly.

Tales also held back his nausea and tried to stay away from that big pool of filth.

Well, it's a half-digested steak--damn, why is he thinking about that!

In this way, in the messy filth and pungent smell, Thales and Shi Lai, the weak two, were sitting on the ground against the wall, back to back, each trembling.

"Don't worry, I'll add some money to the owner for the cleaning fee."

"Is this the point? Ah, my clothes..."

"They're not yours, they came from the theater."

Tales didn't have time to bicker with her. The pain all over his body reached the limit, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to pass out on the spot.

"You—huh—what's the matter?"

"You, again, what, what happened?" Hillary wiped her lips in embarrassment, her voice was intermittent, her breath was like a dying patient.

Tales tried his best to come up with a reason:

"My nose is bleeding a lot..."

"I have a lot of menstrual blood..."

The two sneered at the same time.

They turned their heads with difficulty, and saw each other's faces in the corner of their eyes across their shoulders.

"Do you think--huh--I'll believe it?"

Despite their own difficulties and pains, the eyes of the two are full of contempt and disdain, and they obviously do not believe each other's words. .

"I...the same."

But the two of them were surprised at the same time when they remembered something!

"Going out of the shop, turn left and go straight to the third intersection, then turn right and go straight to the second intersection. Turn left and lean on the alley with the stone wall on the left..."

"The third diagonal alley at the fork of Milton's pawnshop on Regina Street!"

Tales said in pain:

"Slimani! He's running away again!"

Sheila gritted her teeth weakly and resentfully:

"Not yet! It's too late!"

Tales didn't have time to retort, and the extreme discomfort and weakness caused him to spin again.

No, they stumbled and stumbled all the way, and finally caught up here...

Did you just give up?

If I had known earlier, it would be better to let Majoros send someone...

At this moment, Shi Lai stretched out his hand tremblingly and buckled a finger-sized glass medicine bottle into Thales' hand.

"Drink this, immediately, fast."

Tales opened his eyes: the liquid in the glass bottle was dark and cloudy, and there was a lot of sediment.

"What's this color--fuck, this smell is heavier than your breakfast! What the hell, is it cooked with shit?" Thales turned his head away in pain as soon as he took off the stopper.

"You—"

Sheila, who was already weak and uncomfortable, was upset when he heard the words, and replied angrily: "It's an aphrodisiac!"

Tales was stunned for a moment, then gasped:

"Why didn't you say it was the birth control pill?"

Xilei was also **** off, she snorted and shook her head, grabbing the bottle without saying a word:

"Yes, aphrodisiac plus contraception, do you drink it?"

The girl held the medicine bottle with an ugly expression, as if resisting the next wave of vomiting.

The teenager looked at the displeased Xi Lai for a few seconds, and finally figured out something, showing a helpless smile.

Grass.

The next second, Thales took a deep breath, grabbed the medicine bottle, and poured it directly into his mouth!

"Ah! No, wait a minute!"

Shila was shocked and grabbed the bottle before Thales finished drinking the potion:

"Half is enough! Expensive!"

As soon as Thales' mouth left the mouth of the bottle, he was struck by the pungent odor--I don't know if it was Hillary's breakfast or the potion, anyway, the two had a match--making him nauseated and gasping for breath. .

Damn, he should get a glass of water first!

"You, are you drinking now?" Hillary coughed weakly.

Tales gasped in pain, feeling the unpleasant taste in his mouth:

"Yes! Aphrodisiac or contraception or let Slimani run away - do I still have a choice?"

The potion had an unpleasant smell, but it was even more colorful in the mouth.

Worry, what a taste!

A burst of nausea struck, and Thales couldn't help taking a few breaths of air.

Sheila frowned at him.

After a few seconds, the eldest lady also figured out something. She turned around, leaned back against Thales, and laughed out loud.

"What, what's so funny?"

But before Thales finished speaking, Shi Lai, who was pale, raised his head and drank the remaining half of the potion.

Tales squinted at her.

"Aphrodisiac?"

"Yes," Sheila put away the empty bottle, gulped a few mouthfuls, and sarcastically said weakly, "to cure your stinky problems."

Tales gasped for a moment.

But before he could react, Hillary struggled with difficulty.

"No matter how uncomfortable it is to stand up," Shiley gritted his teeth, "the main effect of this medicine is to numb pain and relieve soreness, while at the same time replenishing a lot of energy. It requires us to move in order to exert its effect."

Numbing pain and relieving soreness...

Tales sighed and endured the pain all over his body, leaning against the wall with one hand and clasping Shi Lai's hand with the other.

Sheila glanced at him, but said nothing.

The two supported each other, leaned against the wall, and barely stood up.

But at the moment of standing up, Thales seemed to have an illusion:

The soreness and burning sensation in his body were reduced, and his breathing was less laborious.

Huh?

"This is..."

"Aphrodisiac pills, by the way, contraception." Xile said coldly, with a much stronger voice.

Okay.

Tales pouted.

Although her face turned ruddy, she still held a grudge.

Seconds later, when they cleaned up the filth on their bodies (as for the ones on the ground, Sheila believes she paid the owner enough) and walked out of the room, down the stairs, and on the street again, Thales felt himself again Jumping around.

There is no doubt that they are gradually recovering at an incredible speed - Thales felt the state of his body in amazement.

"Where did that bottle come from, do you still have it?"

Xilei coldly refused: "No, it's made by special channels, and the materials are precious."

And disgusting.

Tales raised his eyebrows.

"...As for you, don't think about it," the girl from the Kevin Deere family shook her head, "All the drugs that seem to be highly effective, but actually violate the laws of nature, are harmful and represent an overdraft of the body's functions. "

"Trust me, with its taste, no one wants to drink it anymore." Thales countered.

Overdraft of bodily functions?

Tales suddenly remembered the ability of the crime of Hell River to speed up self-healing—in the words of the Black Sword, it would shorten his life.

But sometimes...

Tales touched the slightly crooked bone in his left arm that was interrupted by the meteorite.

Sometimes, he has no choice.

"This way," Thales gritted his teeth and pulled out a step, "Slimani was very flustered, panicked, and even fell, which will affect his speed, and there may be hope to catch up."

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"I know the alley he went in," Hillary said solemnly. "It's not easy to walk in, but there's a shortcut here. If you're lucky, you can stop him."

As soon as the pedestrians walked into the two, their expressions changed, and they covered their noses and walked away, which made Thales quite depressed, but it saved a lot of trouble.

Tales still remembers the route drawn in the senses of hell, and Xi Lai is almost familiar with it. Seeing that he is getting closer and closer to the target location, the state of the two is getting healthier and the pace is gradually accelerating.

"How did you determine Slimani's location? What did you do in the utility room just now?" Thales doubted.

"Then you, what did you just do outside?" Hillary gave him a sideways glance.

The two were silent for a while.

"Magic, medicine bottles, breaking through empty doors, and the ability to find people," Thales said in a sullen voice, "Tell me, Sister Wyana, how many mysteries do you still have?"

“Not much, at least not more than your mysteries—eavesdropping, magic, nosebleeds, and the same way of finding someone—Brother Wyah.” Shiley shot back.

Tales and Hillary looked at each other unhappily as they walked.

It seems that both have their own secrets that they don't want to be known by others.

But after a few seconds, they seemed to understand something, and both smiled relieved.

"Crap you, Wyana." Thales shook his head helplessly.

Xilee didn't bother to respond, and just gave him a middle finger.

"Hey, that's mine—wait, how did you know that gesture?"

"I've seen, I've seen that dumb beside you do to Wyya - 'some' Wyah."

"Ha, I knew it, you imitated it wrong."

"Impossible, I remember it well: bulge middle finger."

"Yes to us, but you have six fingers!"

Bang!

Shi Lai gave him an elbow so hard that Thales grinned in pain.

"No one dared to joke about this!" Hillary gritted her teeth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Thales quickly apologized, "I just thought it would be better than... than avoiding it or not mentioning it."

His voice dropped:

"Sorry."

Sheila gave him a deep look and moved on.

The two walked in silence.

"You have nothing to ask?"

Tales was shocked:

"What? Ask what?"

"Ask, ask," Hillary paused, she touched her glove, and said with difficulty, "My hand?"

There was another moment of silence between the two.

Finally, before Thales scratched his hair bald in his mind, he racked his brains to figure out how to answer.

"Oh, this," the prince laughed, as if he didn't care, "what's the matter, my ancestors had a king who was nicknamed 'Eight Fingers'..."

Sheila rolled his eyes at him.

"I know the eight-fingered king, but you know: my situation is different from him! He is a healthy and normal person, and he was injured and lost while hunting..."

"Hey!"

Tales quickened his pace to catch up with Hillary:

"So what? You have one more finger than me, more than a 'normal person'..."

"It's four," Sheila said sullenly, looking at her hands, "my hands were all, and so were my feet—as a kid, almost every doctor I saw said they were connected to bones and nerves. , if it is removed directly, it may damage the entire hand..."

"Good!"

Tales interrupted her, beaming, trying to make the atmosphere humorous: "What I do with one whole hand, you can do it with only five-sixths of your hand, this is an advantage! "

Sheila snorted and curled her lips in disdain: "Stiff, hypocritical."

Well, maybe a little bit.

Tales felt that he was using too much force, so he had to shut up obediently.

They turned into an alley, which made Thales feel familiar for a while: this was one of the places that the senses of **** had painted for him just now.

"I heard that when I was born, a sunset priest once said that this was a bad omen or a bad result, a punishment for the entire family by the setting sun, or at least a warning." Shi Lai was fascinated.

Bad omen, bad consequences.

Tilston takes a moment.

His memory drifted back to the Prison of Bones, where at the bottom of the dark prison, what Sackel said to Yodel reverberated in his ears:

[Does King Kessel know... Do they know that the evil flowers from many years ago have already yielded evil results? ]

Tales took a deep breath, forced himself to smile, and raised his hands to Hillary:

"Look, my hand is intact—well, at least it looks normal."

"Yes, I know, 'normal'," Hillary sneered, "so what?"

Tales forced a smile.

"I mean, I was born with my hands and feet intact, but it doesn't seem to prevent the Sunset Goddess from punishing the Royal Family."

Sheila's eyes moved.

"So, bad omen, bad flowers and bad fruits, you can kill them." Thales said with a smile.

Heeley looked at him for a long time, passed a closed "Milton Integrity Pawnshop", and turned into a fork in the road with no one.

"But a lot of people don't think that way," she whispered. "You just saw the reaction of those people on the street, didn't you?"

Tales' smile got smaller.

"That's why you've been reclusive since you were a kid?"

"It's a stain on the family," Miss Kevin Deere said with a hint of irony, "My parents, they have to... be very careful, from my bar mitzvah to my engagement, I'm in the spotlight. Occasion, um, maybe my funeral - you know, since childhood, the purchase of women's gloves was an important expense that my father gave Ashford to take care of, top secret."

The stain of the family.

Tales was silent for a while.

"It's not your fault."

Sheila shrugged: "I know, I figured it out a long time ago, this, it's not my fault..."

The girl raised her hands and shook it, her eyes fixed on the cuff of her little finger.

"But what they brought, brought me, made me..."

Sheila's eyes drifted away, and then slowly focused.

What they brought, what they brought me, what I became...

Listening to her words, Thales couldn't help holding his left hand: in the middle of the palm, the scar left by multiple scratches became more and more obvious.

Cannot be eliminated.

"Do you know why, why I have such a bad relationship with Karabyan's twins and don't get along so well?"

The second prince came back to his senses: "Yes, I've heard a bit: you scared them when you were a kid?"

Sheila sneered.

"As children, they discovered...my hand."

Tales did not speak.

"Of course, they laughed at me, despised me, and tried to use this to pinch me," Hillary shook her hands and frowned, "and I fought back, fiercely."

Fight back...

"So they isolated me, ostracized me, cliques, spoke ill of me at the dance..." Hille continued, "and I kept fighting back."

Keep fighting back...

Tales frowned.

"In the end, the situation got so bad that it got to the parents, until my father and Count Karabyan reached an agreement, Kai'Sa and China were ordered to reflect and disciplined, and they were to be in front of the Sunset Statue Secret oath: For the rest of my life, I won't let the Kevin Deere scandal, my... situation, um, leak out."

Tales understands.

So, your relationship will never get better.

"And as the price of 'fighting back', I was sent to the Temple of the Sunset."

"Nominally it's ritual education and religious edification, but it's not," Shiley sarcastically, "is to exorcise evil spirits."

Tales raised his head in surprise:

"Exorcism?"

"Yeah, to drive the 'demon' away from me," Sheila sneered, "Whether it's the extra four fingers and toes, or the fact that I could scream and beat my twin sisters to blood when I was eight years old. A manic, wicked, dark and narrow character.”

Drive away demons.

"I..." Thales hesitated, not knowing what to say.

But Hillary just shook her head and continued to sneer:

"And one of the ways to exorcise evil...you know, the priests believed that the flame was the embers of the sun, and it was one of the graces of the setting sun goddess on earth, so it was good for demons and sorcery, against the unclean. Do filth work wonders?"

"Know a little, 'appear in fire, disillusioned before God'," Thales thought of something, his face changed suddenly, "Wait, flame? Exorcism? You?"

Sheila let out a miserable laugh.

"Yes," she gently peeled off the glove that reached her forearm, revealing the skin on her wrist, "the flame, and the silver holy fire that has been prayed for."

Tales stared blankly at the skin on Xilai's wrist: uneven, different shades, and an unsightly crimson.

"After a period of upbringing, they, um, the priests of the Temple of the Sunset are finally determined," Sheila pulled on her gloves and said in a terribly calm tone, "Maybe, maybe it's not the devil, of course, it may also be the devil hiding Too deep."

The round-faced girl snorted softly. She turned to Thales and smiled brightly:

"I won't be able to cure it."

Flame.

Exorcism.

It can't be cured...

Thales felt silent in his chest when he heard these words.

"How old were you when you were sent...?"

"Eight years old," Sheila said without changing his face, as if telling someone else's story, "just learned how to tie a crony."

Eight years old.

Tales felt a pain in his heart.

"But, but your father is the Duke of Southbank..."

"So he has to convince the crowd," Xilai said with a gloomy expression, "for the family, for the Emerald City."

For the family, for the Emerald City.

Even if that is... my own daughter.

Tales only felt that his chest was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Several seconds later, Thales let out a sigh of relief.

"You know, when my uncle was alive, he could only use a wheelchair," he no longer pretended to be relaxed, but said lightly, "Someone tried to cure him in the past, but he said..."

Tales' eyes focus:

"Even without his legs, he can stand up and be a full human being."

Shi Lai was silent for a while: "Your uncle, sounds like a very powerful person."

"I don't know, I haven't seen him."

"But you, Cecilia Kevin Dill," Thales whispered, "even if you have a few more fingers, you can stand up and continue 'Wyana''s ghostly prank? Right? ?"

Shila was silent.

Tales took a deep breath:

"Hey, listen, they can't cure you because—"

The girl interrupted him suddenly, her tone indifferent and indignant:

"I don't need treatment because I'm not sick at all?"

She sneered: "Please, I have heard hundreds of such comforting clichés since I was a child-"

"No, they can't cure you," Thales denied, "it's because 'them', 'they' can't cure you."

"And you can? Great Doctor Thales?" Hilley sneered.

Tales looked at her silently and shook his head gently.

"Instead of my usual times, I might say something comforting: Whatever fate gives us, it's its gift."

Tales raised his head and looked at the streets of Emerald City full of urban atmosphere.

"But I figured it out later," he said, absent-mindedly, "maybe, maybe they weren't all gifts."

Shila is a little surprised.

"That's right," she came to her senses, looking at her hands with a sad face, "not all gifts."

Tales took a deep breath.

"But they belong to us, and only to us." "It has nothing to do with 'them', not others."

At that moment, Thales' eyes were firm:

"Only for us."

Shi Lai looked at him dimly, but did not speak.

The next second, Thales followed the road in his memory, turned a corner, and stopped.

They are here.

In the alley ahead of them, their target, Slimani, left them with an awkward back.

The defense is leaning against the wall at the moment, limping forward.

Just in time.

Tales raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Hillary, and nodded.

But just before Thales was about to speak, another voice sounded from the other side - in front of Slimani:

"Slimani, Great Advocate, right? Let's have a good meal."

Thales' expression changed, and he quickly grabbed Shi Lai and hid in the pile of junk beside him.

"You, you..."

Slimani's tone was initially apprehensive, but he quickly calmed down:

"Is it right to ask for money? Ah I know, according to the Emerald City Law, you are neither robbery nor extortion, you are just, um, just charging 'tolls', I know, this piece belongs to the Sanga detonator, and I Knowing the rules, this will give..."

"It has nothing to do with the money or the Blood Bottle Gang," but the stopper disappointed him. "It's just about you, Mr. Slimani."

Tales frowned and instantly entered the senses of hell:

Three men in front of Srimani, all armed and...with the power of the end.

Perhaps the Swordsman of the End.

"No unregistered military swords are allowed in Emerald City...you, who are you?" Srimani tried his best to maintain his composure.

Military swords.

Tales and Hillary looked at each other.

Oops.

Looks like a bad visitor.

"I heard that you went to the shaving shop and asked about something that shouldn't be asked," the swordsman blocking the way sneered, "Now, defense attorney, can you please come with me?"

"I, I, I..."

Slimani realized something, and he quickly pulled out the amulet: "In fact, I still have a case to deal with, the Vigilance Hall and the Judgment Hall, er, especially the Grand Inquisitor Brennan will be waiting today. My reply letter..."

"About the dead wool merchant, right?" another swordsman interrupted him coldly.

Diop the wool merchant.

Tales frowned.

Looks like...the right person.

"Don't worry, sir," said the first swordsman with a chuckle, "whether it's the Vigilance Hall or the Judgment Hall, they can wait."

Slimani was startled and returned to his senses. He trembled and pointed at the swordsmen in front of him:

"You, you..."

"As for Inquisitor Brennan, well, don't worry, we can help you speak to him."

The leading swordsman is very confident:

"Whether it's your response letter, or a long-term leave slip."

Long-term leave slips...

Slimani's face paled.

"He ~IndoMTL.com~ He can't, he can't...I don't, I don't!"

The leading swordsman sneered:

"Nothing?"

Slimani turned to run, but he forgot he had just broken his leg and fell to the ground with a thud.

"I haven't done it," the defender burst into tears, crawling on the ground in fear, "I dare not do something that is sorry for the Iris family! The Duke can't do this to me!"

The swordsmen smiled at each other and slowly approached Srimani.

"Of course, Advocate, you didn't feel sorry for Iris."

Slimani's eyes widened:

"No, please, please, I didn't mean to know, I just accidentally..."

The leading swordsman looked indifferent, revealing his hilt:

"Unfortunately, neither did we."

In the dark alley, Hillary cast an inquiring look at Thales.

"What should they do if they want to silence them?" the eldest lady whispered in his ear.

Tales nodded.

"That's your brother's man, you hide, take him to escape, and the rest..."

Shila's eyebrows twitch.

The swordsmen are getting closer and closer to Srimani.

Damn.

The prince sighed.

Why is the Star Lake Guard not around every time this kind of thing happens?

Tales touched the JC dagger behind him, feeling its cold and hard material, and a familiar feeling of strangeness surged in his heart.

The dagger is unsheathed, and the blade is cold.

Long time no see, old friend.

Do you miss me?

The next moment, the sin of the Hell River burned happily, bringing endless heat and pain. Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!