Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 188: Lausanne

In the ghoul tunnel, Thales and Glover looked at each other in disbelief.

Others were puzzled.

"You know each other?" Uncle Hauser looked suspiciously.

"They know!" Priest Chadvi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your names are Wyah?" Dorothy said curiously.

"They're all named Wyah!" Xilai looked contemptuous, her gloves reappearing on her hands.

"Yes, we know each other, and we know each other because of the same name," Thales turned back embarrassedly and raised his hand to the surrounding residents, "It's alright, it's alright, they're all old friends, it's no big deal, There's no need to watch..."

But his appeal is obviously limited, and no one in the tunnel listens to his appeal. People still surround the entrance and look at Glover with hostile eyes.

"Alright then, er, Wyah, how about you put down the knife first, you're scaring them," Thales cast a look of help at the eldest lady, but Xilai just turned her head with contempt , "And your companion... Sunset, what's going on?"

Tales looked at the woman in Rolfe's arms in amazement: covered in blood, dying.

The "ghouls" in the tunnel murmured.

Rolfe looked at Thales embarrassedly, with request and guilt in his eyes.

"This is Teto, Lord Wyah, do you remember," Glover reluctantly, "my little...brother."

Tales reacted: "Teto? Oh, of course, Teto! But who are you holding?"

"This is, um, this is Teto's..."

While Glover was facing Rolf's angry eyes, hesitating whether to say "favorite" or "mother", the wounded man in Rolf's arms opened his eyes weakly.

"He, is he there," she coughed in pain, "Chadvi?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the tunnel was quiet.

The surprised Chadvi priest pushed aside the people left and right and stepped forward.

"What? Who? Who's calling my name—"

Priest Chadvi's voice was instantly silenced.

"Small, little knife?"

He looked at the person in Rolfe's arms in shock: "How are you?"

The seriously injured woman is refreshed and forced to smile:

"Old friend, you really are here, the old lady is lucky after all," she showed a weak smile, obviously enduring the pain, "do well, don't call me that again, at least not today. "

The whispers in the tunnel are louder.

Chadwi hurried to catch up.

"I don't understand, shouldn't you be the boss in the royal capital, why - the sunset! What's wrong with your hand?"

"The price of being the boss...Fuck it, take it easy! It hurts my mother to death!" Kathleen hissed in pain.

"You know each other?" Thales asked alertly.

"They know each other." Glover snorted coldly.

"Is her name Wyya then?" Dorothy wondered.

Clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!

The harsh sound from behind forced everyone to cover their ears and turn their heads: Madam Gadama was grabbing a pot and spoon that was as tall as hers and aggressively banging on the cooking tin.

"Are you all stupid! Everyone is like this, so let's put her down soon!"

Clang! clang! clang!

With the sound of beating, Gadama's roar echoed in the sewer, and the small body seemed to contain endless energy:

"Idle people, please leave me alone!"

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"That's about it."

Glover sat by the fire and removed the **** old bandages inch by inch. Except for Thales and Rolfe, everyone else in the tunnel hid far away, not daring to approach this **** man guy.

"The female boss pointed the way, we panicked and didn't know if we were going the right way - why did the monster keep staring at me?"

Tales turned around:

Beside another fire in the distance, Woniak touched the swelling on his head and looked at them angrily. When he saw Glover looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his head.

Maybe because, you just knocked him out?

Tales shrugged:

"He's not a monster - how are your injuries?"

Glover changed his face and pressed his armpit, as if remembering something unpleasant: "It's not in the way."

You don't look like that.

Tales turned his head, Rolf in the corner saw him and gestured ashamedly:

【Sorry. ]

Tales shook his head and responded:

【How are you? ]

Rolfe couldn't help but glance into the distance, then hesitantly made a gesture:

【Yes. ]

No, he's not good - Thales concluded.

"So, Rolf couldn't help but save Kathleen the 'phantom blade'?"

"Yes, that sheep-fucking bastard—" Glover was displeased, but stammered halfway through his words, "Uh, dumb, Rolf suggested, he said that the female boss was from the Blood Bottle Gang. , she knows all kinds of ways on the streets of Emerald City... and she works for Iris, so she knows a lot of inside information, which is very valuable... And we are blind, and we need such resources... Oh, yes, She may also know the identity of the man in black... Also, she was betrayed by her own people, and she may be used by us, I mean for you... So, after careful discussion, we decided to act decisively, although Risky, but worth it."

Seeing Glover racking his brains, Thales narrowed his eyes:

"Rolf, make a suggestion? Well, he's 'discussing' so much with you?"

Glover was stunned and turned his head:

"About this, you know, he's actually literate."

"Oh... so he can read." Thales' eyes were intriguing.

Glover was sweating profusely under the stare of the prince, and quickly changed the subject:

"Right! I didn't have time to ask, but why are you here? In this..."

Glover looked at the endless tunnel and smelled the disgusting smell, and managed to suffocate the word "shit pit" in his mouth.

Strange, this is also the case in the Xiacheng District of the Royal Capital.

Why does this highness like to dig into the ravines?

"It's a long story," Thales stopped tangled in the previous topic, he looked at Slimani, who was uneasy because of the stranger, "Simply put, I'm helping people run for their lives—this guy The great defender knows something that he shouldn't know, and for this reason, Kong Minggong wants him to shut up."

"Like when they shut up wine merchants and wool merchants?"

Tales nodded.

"You should have sent someone else," Glover hesitated, "if it's the black-clothed killer who will kill you, then you're in danger..."

"Fortunately he didn't come," another person——Miss Hillary Kevin Dill appeared beside them, pushed Thales unceremoniously, forcing him to make room for himself, "As you say , that killer went to shuffle the blood bottle gang?"

Glover was startled, and when he recognized the eldest lady, he frowned and cast a suspicious look at Thales.

"She...she was with me." Thales, who moved halfway, responded awkwardly.

Together?

Glover's eyes became more confused.

Heavenly and unabashedly sat down by the fire, staring intently at Glover.

"Uh, miss, what's the matter with you?" The latter was so unnatural that she had to turn her head away.

"Yes, do you have anything else to do?" Xilai asked confidently.

The unknown Glover was stunned again.

It wasn't until Thales coughed hard that Glover reacted, and reluctantly got up and left, and went to the corner to occupy Rolf's space.

"According to the news that Wyya inquired..."

Xilei watched Glover walk away, and then turned to Thales: "Whether it was the wine merchant or the wool merchant who was killed, it was the Blood Bottle Gang who came forward to clean up the tail for Jenn, clean up the follow-up, and pretend to be Suicide or vendetta."

Tales nodded:

"At the same time, the Blood Bottle Gang was devastated and devastated. I don't think it's a coincidence."

"I don't think so either."

"Is it done by the Kingdom Secret Service? Just because the Blood Bottle Gang is doing dirty work for Jenn?"

Xilei pondered:

"It is possible that if the Blood Bottle Gang is too busy to take care of itself, it will not have the energy to help Kongming Palace run errands, including covering up and concealing these fates."

Tales looked at the worried Slimani:

"Here's a good example: the Blood Bottle Gang was devastated and failed to cover up the fate of the wool merchant, and was caught by our Mr. Slimani."

"So there is one more person to be silenced in Kongming Palace," Xilai sighed, "My dear brother, the basket is getting bigger and bigger."

"And me," Thales guessed, "if the Blood Bottle Gang had to do everything neatly, the deaths of Dagory and Diop might be better covered up, and I couldn't find it easily. Loopholes, follow the path to find Slimani and find the insider.”

Xilei nodded and continued to speculate:

"Then I guess, my brother must be very upset. He thinks the Blood Bottle Gang is holding back the Kongming Palace - you are right, the Blood Bottle Gang is the easiest loophole to break through."

"Therefore, on this day of your Lord's parade, Jenn is going to shuffle the blood bottle help, fill in the loopholes, and prevent the kingdom's secret department from continuing to penetrate the needle?"

"But he didn't shuffle," Xilai sneered, "because you and your Wyers messed up, he shuffled a card."

Tales nodded in agreement:

"Yes, and now, this card—"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A heart-wrenching scream resounded throughout the tunnel, causing the residents here to look sideways.

Both Thales and Xilai stood up and looked to the other side of the tunnel in the trembling firelight:

"Phantom Blade" Kathleen was dying, covered in blood, lying on a large stone platform, with a dazzling chandelier hanging above her head, which was incompatible with this pit.

"Damn, Kathleen, I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly!"

Chadvi is beside the stone platform, holding scissors and tweezers, bent over to deal with Kathleen's abdominal injury, which is incompatible with the usual sunset priest who hangs around in the temple.

Catherine gritted her teeth and raised her head:

"Don't you have a better anesthetic?"

"Look where this is," Chadway straightened up, his gloves and apron covered in bright red, "unless you go to the temple with me, where there are enough conditions to deal with your injury..."

"Yes, but also let the enemy immediately know where I am."

Catherine purrs in excruciating pain:

"Do you think I'm not dying fast enough?"

Chadvi looked at Kathleen on the stone platform, sighed after a moment, and bent down again: "Okay, I understand, but I have to remind you that it will hurt."

"Small meaning, my old lady was -- fuck! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Catherine's screams were deafening, and Thales and Xilai looked at each other.

"I can't handle you like this - stop shaking, little knife!" Chadway, wearing an apron and holding up his utensils, looked anxious.

"Ahhh-tm don't call me that again!"

"Come to someone to help, don't let her move!" Priest Chadvi had no choice but to ask others for help.

Aunt Gadama looked around, dropped the pot that seemed a bit big to her, and rolled up her sleeves:

"Okay, here I come!"

"Come on my dear," said Uncle Hauser, who was sterilizing surgical instruments by the fire, shaking his head, "Just because of our size?"

Aunt Gadama's expression changed.

"Nobody's talking to you, little old man!"

But she also seemed to understand the problem, so she turned back and called: "Bobo?"

"Woooooo?"

Bobo—the big man with a surprisingly small head—was called to his name, got up excitedly from the corner of the wall where he was curled up, flipped over a bucket by the way, and thudded toward Chadwe.

"Keep that monster away from me!" screamed Catherine lying on the stone platform.

"Thank you, but you should stay there, Bobo," Chadvi also realized that Bobo wasn't the best candidate, so he had to raise his hand to refuse under the disappointed and aggrieved eyes of the other party, "Is there no one else?"

Wonyak stood up reluctantly at the sound of the ground shaking and falling down, but after just one glance, he was scared back by the blood on the stone platform.

"Sorry Chadwe, I'm in a hurry!"

Perhaps Glover's intrusion was too scary just now. At this moment, the residents in the tunnel all hid back to their respective sites. Even in the face of Chadway's request, no one was willing to step forward.

"Don't think about it, Chadvi," Kathleen laughed, exhausted from the pain, "this place is a **** hole, these monsters you raised are timid and cowardly..."

Chadwee frowned.

Just then, Rolfe struggled to his feet.

With a complicated expression, he limps toward the operating table and raises his hand to Chadway.

"Are you here? Are your legs okay?"

Chadway was a little suspicious, he looked at Thales, but nodded anyway:

"Very good, then you, remember to talk to her more, distract her, don't let her interfere with me..."

Rolfe's footsteps froze for a moment.

What?

Speak, speak?

"The goddess of the sunset who interferes with you is paralyzed!" Kathleen's face was contorted in pain, and she did not forget to return her words.

But Chad Willie ignored the patient and urged Rolfe:

"Don't stand still, come here!"

Rolfe froze in place, motionless.

Glover looked at Rolf's stiff back and sighed.

Grass.

I'm unlucky.

He pressed the wound on his chest, and was about to stand up and volunteer, but the other hand reached out and pressed him down again.

"They are all tired," Thales said mildly, "let me come."

Glover and Rolfe were taken aback.

"Good opportunity, take advantage of her injury and unconsciousness, to force some answers." Xilai whispered behind him, and Thales frowned in response.

"You? I have to remind you first, Lord Tai-Wyah," Chadvey was also stunned, holding up his **** hands, "this scene is not good."

"I know," Thales came to the stone platform and looked at the mess above. The smell of blood made him frown immediately, "I've seen worse."

Well, this scene is really bad.

"Hahaha," Kathleen gasped and laughed, "I like this kid's shit!"

Glover still wants to fight:

"But..."

"Go to rest, now, Fatty Wyya," Thales' tone was unquestionable, "and you too, eh, Teto?"

A minute later, Thales finished cleaning, followed Chadway's instructions and came to the edge of the operating stone table, tightening the belt that bound the wounded.

There is no doubt that Kathleen's injuries are extremely serious, not to mention the missing arm, her abdomen is almost soaked with blood, and more than a dozen small irregular wounds are oozing blood, some of which are still The blade was exposed, and Chadvi could only carefully cut open the clothes, trying to remove the blade with the least cost.

"Tighten the restraint and press here, yes, it doesn't need to be too hard, it doesn't affect my operation... Is your hand steady? I may need you to hold the hemostat later..."

Chadwie gripped a blade with all his attention, and while Kathleen shuddered uncontrollably, he flipped open a bit of flesh and took it out.

"This stone platform is engraved with different divine prayers, and it is maintained by a piece of limestone for energy supply, which realizes functions such as cleaning, disinfection, and blood storage. Of course, it is a product that was scrapped from the temple, and the years are not short. It's not running very well, so I may have to pray myself every once in a while to keep things running..."

"Can you guys stop gossiping?" Kathleen reminded them angrily.

Chadwee shook his head.

Tales pulled the restraint belt as instructed, held Catherine's thigh, and tried his best not to see the scene of the Flesh Moe Lake, so as not to remember the nightmare the blood magician brought him:

"How is her injury?"

"The arm is okay," Chadwei threw a blade into the iron plate next to her, "She has extensive experience in trauma, and she stopped bleeding and disinfected immediately..."

"Okay?" Kathleen's face twisted.

"Sorry, except for one missing."

Chadian Uighur added ironically.

"But as you can see, the most troublesome is the abdomen, the wounds are small, numerous and dense... How did these blades get in? I just hope it's not too deep and doesn't hurt the internal organs..."

"What the 'chaotic soldier' ​​did," Kathleen gritted her teeth with hatred, "remember the Far Eastern supernaturalist who used to play puppet shows? Snake heads that tied women and sold them to the countryside?"

"I don't remember." Chadway picked up the blade with all his attention.

"The one who scolded the old lady and woman in front of Turnbull and said he was going to be put into a cage and drowned in the river? It turns out that he still has friends and learned the same craft..."

"It's not surprising," Chadvi seemed to hate these things, "you have friends after all."

The priest begins to pick up the next blade.

Catherine's face twisted and she groaned in pain. Every time Chadway moved her tweezers and pliers, she broke into a cold sweat, and when it was time to move the scissors...

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

"Hold her down!" Chadway gritted his teeth, "I almost found it! Damn, this piece is deformed!"

The strength of Kathleen's struggle was amazing, and Thales used the strength of her milk to hold her down until Chadway took out the blade with great effort.

"She's in so much pain, doesn't she have extra anesthetic?"

"It's already the limit dose," Chadvi shook his head, took the plate from Hauser, and changed tools, "Anesthetic is different from other drugs, there is only a thin line between anesthesia and murder."

"Then can we physically anesthetize... I mean, knock her out?"

Thiers remembered his journey with the Dead Crow, and only felt a dull pain in the side of his neck and the back of his head.

"Come on, boy," Kathleen nodded, gritted her teeth, "have a good time!"

"You've read a lot of knight novels - um, sorry, I didn't mean you." Chadway realized that his tone was too casual, and quickly stopped.

Tales shook his head to show he didn't care.

“Coma and syncope are both abnormal manifestations after craniocerebral damage. They are closely related to blood pressure and nerves, and vary from person to person,” Chadwei returned to his submissive state and explained carefully, “In her current state, We are more likely to kill her than to stun her."

Catherine sneered:

"Nonsense, I've seen some extreme realm masters who can control their strength and safely knock out a person - whether it's an elderly person or a child."

Faced with Kathleen, Chadwick is in the spirit again:

"Really? Compared with the number of "safe knockouts" by these masters, has anyone counted how many people they killed or paralyzed? Besides, we seem to have extreme masters here. ?"

Chadwi finished changing the tool and started all over to remove one blade.

"that's uh uh uh ah ah ah ah ah than this -" Catherine teeth moan.

"Talk to her," Chadwei looked at her, unable to bear it, "whatever you say, let her distract her."

Tales was taken aback.

Me?

Tales stared at Kathleen and nodded with a complicated expression.

Okay.

He let go of one hand slightly and put it on Phantom Blade's shoulder:

"Hey ma'am, look at me, your name is Kathleen, the 'phantom blade' of the Blood Bottle Gang, right?"

Catherine endured the pain:

"I call you Daddy!"

Tales showed a polite smile.

It's okay to get frustrated with the opening line.

He can find another way out.

"So, Priest Chadvi, how did you meet the boss—well, the lady?"

Chadway didn't look up:

"We are all orphans adopted by the temple and raised in the almshouse under the grace of God."

He sighed imperceptibly:

"It's just that I was in there until I became a monk and then a priest. Catherine left early because of...something."

"Something?"

Catherine burst into laughter, seemingly forgetting the pain: "You mean, bit off the nose of an old monk because he likes to 'check up' on girls when he confesses alone?"

Chadway's face tightened.

"You should have told Aunt Yin Ershajia, instead of using violence directly..."

"Ha! Yes! Then the old goddess will go to the girl involved!"

Catherine snorted hard, and the pain made her speak faster:

"She's bitterly saying 'He didn't really do anything anyway' 'For your own good' 'It's a big deal, your reputation will be ruined' 'The scandal will affect our budget' 'The almshouse is closed, what about the orphans? What to do?' Then I said softly: As long as the girl changed her tone and admitted that it was a misunderstanding, the old goddess would apply for the transfer of the old monk, and she would also be given a designated place for the selection of nuns... uh uh !”

Catherine cried out in pain.

"Very good, this one has been taken out." With a clatter, Chadway nodded to Thales, thanking him for his efforts, "Mother Dean, she is not a bad person, she, she is already within her power. protect us..."

"Protect? Haha," Kathleen who was bound on the stone platform was sweating profusely, still laughing sarcastically, "Then the other male monks in the courtyard, whether they are acting stupid or don't know the truth, will come together. Indignant, "Since she is a slander, why do you have to transfer the monk glass door? Why is she useful when she makes trouble, and there is a quota for nuns? Just because she is a girl? What will the bad girls do in the future to imitate blackmail? What about innocent people? Do? What about the innocence of our friars, do we deserve to be discriminated against for being male?'"

Chadway was attentively picking up the blade from Kathleen's wound, but Thales observed that his brows were trembling.

"Everyone talked about it for a long time, for a long time, and then, the girl who sleeps in your top bunk stopped crying every night," perhaps the pain was unbearable, Kathleen gritted her teeth, her eyes were burning, "because she committed suicide. Damn it! Fuck! Does this thing hurt any more!"

Catherine arched her back, almost snapping the restraint belt, and Thales had to use all her strength to hold her down on the operating table.

Chadvi took a deep breath and clipped the other blade out, bringing out the blood.

"So, Chadway - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. , because pain is the only language they understand - fuck!"

Another blade was ripped out of the flesh, and Chadway rested for a while, wiping sweat from his cuff.

"No, little knife, no."

He looked at his childhood friend with a look of regret:

"The **** of the setting sun taught Guajaldo: Pain is meaningless if it doesn't happen to you."

Tales frowned upon hearing this.

Catherine sarcastically: "It's that 'I'm going to suffer and be holy' again?"

"No! Aunt Yinershajia taught us, and what Guajaldo means by this quote is: We always despise and ignore the suffering and pain that happens to others."

Chadwee looked at her with a heartbroken look:

"It's not just cheap sympathy and emotion that underestimates the pain of others."

“It also includes revenge and punishment lost in pleasure and overestimating the meaning of inflicting pain on others.”

Tales was slightly touched.

"For me, maybe the former, for you, Little Knife, maybe the latter." Chadvi sighed.

Catherine fell silent.

"The little knife."

Chadwi stood up and threw the round-used tool into the iron box.

"You, you really shouldn't be here."

Chadvi shook his head, looking unbearable.

Catherine's breathing accelerates.

"Shouldn't I be here?" she said angrily, "If I hadn't climbed to the top of the Blood Bottle Gang, you and your monsters wouldn't even be able to find such a broken place!"

"But you promised!"

Chadwee gritted his teeth:

"In front of Aunt Yin Ershajia's tomb and the statue of the sunset goddess, you told me that you would never bring external grievances, gang conflicts and underworld vendettas into the tunnel..."

His eyes are complicated:

"But look at you now, when you show up covered in blood...you know these kids, they're already suffering..."

Phantom Blade laughed.

"What a joke, Chadway, do you really think this is a paradise, a holy land of deformities, a paradise for monsters? Don't you also bring politics and grudges from the outside into the tunnel like me?"

Chad Wei was taken aback:

"What?"

But Kathleen ignored him and looked at Thales instead.

"Thank you, young man."

Tales was caught off guard, so he responded with a smile: "You're welcome."

But Kathleen's next tone was a little low:

"No, I mean, thank you—err—thank you for taking him in."

"Who?" Thales frowned.

Catherine laughed, but then groaned again, the expression on her face changing back and forth.

"But do you think I wouldn't recognize him?"

Phantom Blade coughs in pain.

"Even if he picked out his tattoos, changed his hairstyle, changed the way he fought, and even changed his name beyond recognition... um... but how could I, how could I not recognize what I brought out by myself, the most A competent subordinate?"

Catherine looks weakly in another direction in the tunnel:

"Ghost in the wind?"

What?

Tales was stunned.

He resisted looking where Kathleen was looking, but he knew it was Rolf's direction.

"Sorry, I didn't understand what you were saying." He shook his head.

Catherine groans in pain, then grunts and laughs.

"Come on, kid, I know you're not a normal person: Rolf and that grumpy Wyah are respectful to you, and as for Chadvi, he just called you 'sir'."

Tales raised his head and looked at Chadwei, who was cleaning and changing appliances. The latter raised his eyebrows and did not dare to look up.

"Well, he doesn't want to talk to me, I understand that, but..."

Catherine, who got a short rest, sighed:

"Tell me, has Rolf been doing well over the years?"

How is Rolf?

Thiers remembered his encounter with Rolfe in the prison, and glanced at Illusionary Blade calmly, but did not answer.

Catherine realizes something and suddenly smiles.

"So it's not a coincidence that Rolf and the others are there, right? Including him saving my life."

She stared straight at Thales:

"It was you, or your master who knew in advance that something would happen to the Blood Bottle Gang, so he sent someone to go undercover at Fogg's site in advance. And you just waited here, waiting for them to bring me back, who was about to die, As pawns - tell me, who are you from? Or who are you going to use me against?"

Tales frowned slightly.

"Blood bottle gang? Brotherhood? A big business group? A feud? A political enemy? Kongming Palace? His Royal Highness, the second prince, who was trembling and pressed the Emerald City to the point where he didn't dare to breathe?"

Chadwee couldn't help but glance at the prince.

Tales was silent for a long time for this sentence.

Arrogant.

Powerful.

The South Shore leader was terrified.

Press the Emerald City too hard to breathe.

Well, the guy she was talking about...

Why don't I know you?

"No, no, no, maybe I'm trying to keep things simple," Kathleen thought hard, her eyes solemn, "Is the recent loss and chaos of the Blood Bottle Gang caused by you?"

Okay.

It seems that brain supplementation never ends.

Tales had to sigh: "No."

Catherine stared at him for a long time, and finally smiled sadly:

"Well, even if it were, it wouldn't make sense. Like Chadway said, the pain of others..."

She shakes her head.

Tales looked at her with a complicated expression.

So, this is Rolf's former boss.

He sacrificed his life to save.

Tales suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Do you know the man in black that you met in the warehouse?" Thinking of this, the prince said solemnly, "Who is he?"

"An enemy."

"That's it?"

"No way."

"You know Kevin Deere betrayed you, right?" Thales sighed, "You know, they want your life?"

Catherine, who was lying on the stone platform, opened her eyes.

"Very good, she's in better shape, at least she's not struggling anymore, you continue to talk to her, keep calm - what did you say?" Chadwei, who came back with the utensils and trays, reacted, his face changed greatly, "Who is it? , who wants her life?"

"It's okay, Chadvi," Thales smiled awkwardly, "I'm just, just kidding."

"Really?"

"Go on, Chadvi." Kathleen said coldly.

"But..."

"Do your surgery!" Catherine roared.

Chadvi shuddered slightly, lowered his head, and continued the operation.

"So what, kid? You're going to send me to the Kongming Palace... ah... in exchange for Kevin Dier's reward?" Catherine's eyes were provocative.

Tales looked at her.

"No, but I want to know why."

Tales's eyes glowed: "What did you do, or in other words, what did you do wrong to make the big man of Kongming Palace make up his mind, even at the risk of the blood bottle gang's turmoil and chaos? replace you?"

Chad Wei, who took out a blade, raised his head, his face pale.

Both glanced at him, causing him to keep bowing his head.

Catherine smiled, "as expected."

"Okay, let the master behind you come to see me and I'll tell him."

Tales frowned: "My master..."

"It's a big man, expensive, and I don't have the chance to see it?" Kathleen sneered, "I guessed it, but you know, the Kevin Deere family always said the same, most of the time, I only To see his stewards - until I was abandoned by them and fell into this field."

Catherine has hatred in her eyes, her eyes like knives:

"Your master, no matter what kind of big man he is, is he any different from Tricolor Iris?"

Tales only felt a headache.

He fell silent, Kathleen didn't speak, and Chadwei, who was focusing on surgery, didn't dare to utter a sigh.

For a while, only the sound of scissors and tweezers could be heard around the stone platform, mixed with groans and groans from time to time.

"He didn't change his name."

Tales spoke suddenly, and Kathleen raised her head with difficulty.

"Teto is just a pseudonym, a code name, like 'Ghost with the Wind'," Thales said with some emotion, "In fact, from the past to the present, he is still called by the same name."

"Midira Rolfe."

Catherine froze slightly.

But she sneered:

"It appears that Rolfe has caught up with a better master."

"Wrong, I'm not his master, no one is." Thales said solemnly.

"It doesn't look like that." Kathleen shook her head dismissively.

"Okay, Rolfe did go to Fogg's site to inquire about news," Thales turned to Rolfe's corner, who looked here with complicated eyes, "but in fact, I don't Knowing what's going to happen there, not knowing you're going, not knowing that you're going to be betrayed by your own people, and you'll be utterly defeated."

Catherine grunted and gritted her teeth.

"So, I didn't even order him to save you. On the contrary, I entrusted him with his own safety. As for the rest, it doesn't matter whether it is intelligence or interests."

Catherine's eyes moved.

Tales sighed:

"But he still did it, he still chose to take the risk and rushed out to save you, even though Rolfe knew that he had no chance of winning against so many enemies, including the man in black."

Catherine snorted and said nothing.

But her eyebrows are getting tighter.

"To be honest, I don't know why he did this, whether it was an unforgettable old friendship or a repayment of kindness, or a pure sense of justice, or just impulsive..."

【Will you die for me? ]

"Maybe not," Kathleen said suddenly, in a short tone, "he might just, just, just think I'd be useful to you, after all, he used to know the Blood Bottle Gang."

Tales silently looked at the phantom blade that was at the end of the road and smiled.

"Maybe. But actually I'd say it's not bad," Thales smiled brightly, "because I believe that at that moment, Rolfe made his own choice."

"Not anyone else's."

Chadvi drew another blade, causing Kathleen's eyes to tremble.

Tales raised his head and looked at the dark tunnel:

"It's his partner, huh, might want to beat him up."

Catherine closed her eyes.

"Of course, as to whether it's worth it..."

Tales shook his head with a chuckle.

"Well, it's not my beak."

Dang bang.

Another **** blade falls into the iron plate.

"Young man, there is no master behind you, right?"

Tales frowned.

This time, Kathleen's voice was extra tired.

"And your age... ah, I get it, because you're him."

Catherine lifted her eyelids, her breath weak.

"The big man who terrified the Emerald City and made Jenn Kevin Dier fearful," she looked at Thales and her eyes slowly changed, just like the tone she unknowingly changed. "Only you can be so special, so free and easy, so open-minded, because this is a privilege you were born with."

"Privilege?" Thales was puzzled for a while.

Catherine closed her eyes and smiled bitterly.

"Because of the loyalty and friendship of others?? For a character like you, it's just an ancestral thing that should be taken for granted.

"It's different from the ants like us who grew up in the stinky ditch and survived by killing each other."

Tales was stunned for a while.

The loyalty of others...

An ancestral artifact...

At that moment, he thought of his own Star Lake Guard.

Thinking of when they bowed to themselves and called themselves Your Highness.

But at that moment, he looked at Kathleen whose lips were trembling, and seemed to understand something.

He begins to understand Rolfe's actions.

"You, my lord, can you please tell him for me?"

Tales raised his head.

Catherine stared silently at the dark tunnel top.

"Rolfe doesn't want to talk to me, but, but," Kathleen looked tired, "that day, that day, I didn't let him go to the Red Square to die."

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Tales was silent.

"I just...it was...accident."

Dang bang.

Another blade, mixed with flesh and blood, fell into the iron plate.

But Kathleen only frowned slightly.

A few seconds later, Thales sighed.

"You know what, it's not that he doesn't want to talk to you."

Catherine's eyes moved.

"Actually, he's already talking to you, you just haven't learned to listen."

Tales whispered:

"Just like before."

Severely wounded Illusion Blade was startled.

Tales smiled and shook his head, tightening the restraint again.

For a few minutes, there was silence in front of and behind the stone platform.

"Lausanne."

Catherine's voice came, making Thales look up in confusion:

"What?"

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"The man in black you asked about, no one knows his real name," she said with a look of fear, "but more than ten years ago, since Mr. Turnbull, we called him - Lausanne II. "

Tales thought:

"Lausanne? II?"

It's a weird nickname, like "Meteor II", but...

Catherine's eyes widened:

"He was the most trusted bodyguard of the former Turnbull gang leader, the most ferocious thug, the sharpest blade, and the most terrifying killer. He was dedicated to cleaning up traitors and aliens for Turnbull, and destroying enemies and opponents."

"The strongest in the Blood Bottle Gang."

Bodyguard, thug, blade, killer...

The strongest realm.

Tales gradually frowned upon hearing this:

"This Lausanne, what's his origin?"

Catherine shook her head laboriously.

"No one in the gang knows his origins except for Turnbull himself. I guess it was intentional by Turnbull to keep Lausanne mysterious and to deter us entrenched and unruly aliens. Capable bosses, but..."

"But what?"

"But he should be dead!"

Catherine's tone became panic:

"I always thought that Lausanne, and the Turnbull gang leader, had died in the abandoned house on that rainy night more than ten years ago..."

Tales slightly changed color.

"Dying in..."

At that moment, Kathleen's face showed deep fear:

"...in the hands of the black sword."

Dang bang.

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