Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 189: Evil Whispering (Part 1)

After lunch (a thin and bitter porridge, to be exact), under the leadership of Chad Peace Hauser, a group of them were settled on the top or farthest floor of the tunnel, the closest Not far from the ground exit, but far from the other local "dwellers" - whom Glover's violent intrusion has made unwelcome.

After the operation, Kathleen lay on the bedding and fell asleep. Chadvey stood beside her and prayed in a low voice. Rolf was still leaning in the corner, looking at this scene with a complicated expression. Dorothy set up the stove and cooking pot, while Aunt Gadama put her hands on her hips and pointed at Woniak and Popo as they laid out the rest of the bedding. And Glover rummaged through a pile of junk or trash, trying to find a weapon.

"That's all you pry out of her mouth?"

Beside the stove, Xilai and Thales talked in low voices, the former asked the boy angrily:

"A silly nickname - Lausanne II?"

Tales looked embarrassed.

She fainted after the operation, what can he do?

"More than that," the teenager tried his best to save face, "at least we...then what do you want to know?"

"Too many!"

Xilei spread out her palm and tapped her fingers again and again:

"When was the last time she saw someone with Iris? What was the order she received? What did she do? What was suspicious about it? What happened to the Blood Bottle Gang? Theirs? What did Jenn plan to do?..."

Tales was scolded by her as big as a fight, but at this moment, Slimani's voice rang from the opposite side:

"Hey, Master Magic! Brother and Miss Wyana, have you made up your mind? Where are we going next?"

Tales and Xilai turned their heads together with unhappy expressions.

Slimani was seen crouching on the damp ground, bewildered and uneasy over a roll of hay.

"We'll leave when it gets dark, don't worry, it's safe here..."

"Stop playing with me!" Slimani raised his voice.

Obviously, his nerves have been strained by what happened today.

"The person who just came down is the 'good neighbor' of the citizens of the Emerald City, the 'phantom blade' Kathleen of the Blood Bottle Gang," Srimani stared at Kathleen on the ground, "I know, I Remember! When I was in the police station, her little brothers used to come in for 'tea'."

Tales and Xilai looked at each other.

"What?"

Uncle Hauser, who was dealing with the work at hand, turned around and stared at Slimani's apparently pampered hands and figure:

"You used to be a green skin?"

"That's right, yes," the defender was a little embarrassed at first, and subconsciously held his stomach and raised his chest, but then he figured out something and smiled bitterly, "I know, it doesn't look like it, I rarely go to the street. ?"

"On the contrary," Hauser snorted softly and turned around, unable to hide the disdain in his words, "it's just too tm-like."

Hauser's attitude made Slimani a little embarrassed. He leaned over to the fire and glared at Thales:

"Please, a gang leader fled here, and her two **** gangsters... You have to tell me, what happened?"

Tales looked at Xilai, who shrugged and motioned for you to ask first.

Okay.

The teenager could only sigh:

"Let's put it this way, Kathleen's situation is very similar to yours, the difference is that you are lucky enough to meet us."

"Like me? But I was..."

Slimani looked puzzled, and was immediately startled: "Even the boss of the Blood Bottle Gang... oh no, Duke, he, Lord Jen, is he crazy?"

"Maybe it's just in a hurry," Thales pondered. "Life is hanging by a thread, so of course it's going to be desperate."

The more Slimani thought about it, the worse he panicked:

"No no no, the Emerald City is dying, the Kongming Palace is killing people everywhere, and even the Blood Bottle Gang... The Emerald City is going to bring chaos to the world, right?"

Xi looked back and forth, her eyes cold.

"So, cooperate early, tell us everything you know, and maybe we can turn the tide."

"Turn the tide? Stop joking, it's up to you?"

Srimani was emotionally unstable and became increasingly irritable.

Xilai raised his eyebrows: "It's not us, but our master, you know, he has a noble status and superb means..."

Tales on the side sighed helplessly.

"Come on, your master is the source of the chaos," Slimani apparently exhausted his patience, speaking faster and faster, "From the wine merchant, to the wool merchant, to now, everything has been He's here to start! If he hadn't come to the Emerald City, none of this would have happened! Neither would I, wouldn't..."

Slimani buried his head in his hands, very frustrated.

Tales raised his eyebrows:

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

Slimani looked up and said:

"I've been in the Emerald City for so many years, from the Duke of Leinster to the Duke of Jenn, and it's never been this bad!"

Slimani sniffed, raised his head and looked around.

"God knows how I came to such a ghost place! The stinking ditch is full of mice and cockroaches, cold, wet, dirty and dark..."

Clang!

Suddenly, a sharp metal crash sounded, causing Srimani to shudder!

"Don't forget, this ghost place and stinky gutter saved your life."

Gadama walked behind them, carrying a pot behind him, a spoon in his hand, and a sarcastic expression:

"Of course, most of the people here are not as valuable as you are, 'sir'!"

"When, of course," Slimani awoke to his situation, changing his expression hastily, "Oh, I mean, thank you! You are all good people!"

"Good man? Don't be so sure," Gadama looked at him with disdain, with a wicked smile, "You don't know about 'water ghouls'."

The aunt's expression and tone are quite scary, coupled with the dim atmosphere, Slimani swallowed:

"Wait, this place was run by Priest Chadwe, right? For charity?"

Uncle Hauser, who had his back turned to them, sneered.

Slimani hesitated: "He adopted these, these..."

"Do you want to say monsters? Or deformed ones?" Woniak snorted coldly, who had just finished his work and sat down opposite.

"Sorry," Slimani's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head: "No, I don't think so."

"Really?"

Xilei sneered and shook her gloved hand intentionally or unintentionally:

"Then look around: dwarfs, idiots, lumpy people, seal people, lobster hands, hairy people, brainless people, two-headed people, and of course, multi-fingered people..."

"Wyana!"

Tales squeezed her hand and shook her head.

Xilei looked back at him silently.

After a few seconds, she withdrew her hand.

Wonjak grunts uncomfortably across from them.

"No, Chadway didn't adopt them - you see how old we are, do you?"

Uncle Hauser looked back and chuckled:

"At best he's just helping out."

Slimani frowned: "Then here..."

"It was a long time ago."

Hauser sighed:

"A certain Duke of the South Bank, God knows which one, he wanted to rebuild the sewers in the same way as the capital, but he gave up halfway, and after a long time, people lived in the tunnels that were half-built, or in short, lived in Deformed monsters..."

Tales turned his head and looked at the tunnel: The residents were all mutilated, and many were very sensitive to their eyes. Seeing Thales, most of them hurriedly lowered their heads and turned around, or indented deeper into the darkness inside.

Tales suddenly thought of the abandoned house many years later, and of Mertesa, who was living in it boringly and had no expectations of returning to the Brotherhood.

Uncle Hauser sat down by the fire, his little hands draped in a blanket rather comically.

"Over the years, the more prosperous and prosperous the Emerald City has become, the more people in this tunnel have grown—from lepers to deformed and abandoned babies, from disabled to lunatic, from work-related paralysis to incurable diseases, this tunnel has Countless 'people' who have become a pit of foul-smelling **** that are not normal, are not needed, and are not welcomed by the world on the ground, will be thrown here, or forced to be here, forgotten by others, and will fend for themselves... …”

Woniak snorted angrily, the giant tumor around his neck getting more and more dazzling.

Slimani looked out at the dark tunnel, his smile fading.

"So that people on the ground can't see it, for the sake of the civilization of the Emerald City?" Thales wondered.

"No more," Xilai chuckled and rubbed his hands:

"To expel 'abnormal' from 'normal'."

Tales frowned slightly.

Slimani was silent for a moment.

"Then the people here, how do they live?"

"Do anything."

Uncle Hauser pointed to the pile of junk behind him:

"I do some refurbishment work, Gadama does fortune-telling, sells deceptive elixir, and Dorothy goes to the **** heaps thrown down from above, as for the likes of Woniak and Popo Such people go to the circus to perform burlesque, jump through fire rings, or go to the freak show for one day and come back at night, of course, more people, lepers and the like... well, just counting the days ."

Slimani smiled reluctantly: "Oh, then... at least self-reliance, you guys are... self-reliant?"

"Don't get me wrong, this place was far from being as 'normal' as it is now," Hauser stared at the dark and endless tunnel in the firelight, "A long time ago, those 'people' who were forced here, they It's not just the body that gets twisted."

"What do you mean?"

Aunt Gadama sat down beside Hauser and tucked him a blanket:

"Have you ever seen a seven-year-old kill another sixty-year-old just for a meal of rat meat in a pot? Or a deaf man being crushed upside down in sewage just because of his bunk Better? Even the legend of the water ghouls is not without trace, even the Black Street Brotherhood’s territory was better than here,” Gadama sneered, and looked at the frowning Dorothy and Woo Nyack, "Don't look at me, I also listened to Lao Bao."

"We know," Woniak shook his head, "you've said it over and over a dozen times."

"Really?" Slimani looked ugly, "Then...it shouldn't be like that anymore?"

"Thanks to Sister Inershaga," Hauser sighed, "she discovered this place a long time ago, paid for decades at any cost, treated deformed children as human beings, not only insisted on relief, but also worked hard at savage Restoring—God knows how she did—order out of the chaos.”

Hauser nodded:

"The most important thing is that she did not leak this place, but gave the people here... the last bit of poor dignity."

"I still remember the last time she was on crutches and was helped down by Lord Chadwei. Yin Ershajia gave me her hairpin, saying that she was dying and would never use it again." Aunt Gadama's voice was a little stagnant, "It's hard to imagine that Mammy has been dead for so long."

"I went to her tomb to deliver flowers the day before yesterday, before the tomb keeper drove me away," Uncle Hauser patted his wife's hand, "May the sunset bless her soul."

Woniak, Dorothy, Hauser, and even Bobo, who only understands "woo woo"... The aborigines in the tunnel all performed prayers in unison, even more uniform than in the temple. The clergy also have standards.

Tales watched this scene with surprise.

It seems that Aunt Yin Ershajia brought not only dignity, hope and order, but also the faith of the setting sun.

But...

“Strive to make people live more like people, not the other way around,” Thales sighed. “Perhaps for this alone, she is better than most of the officials and lords in the kingdom. This mammy is worthy of Sunset Faith."

If people here are saved because of the sunset believers, why not?

But Thales noticed that Xilai, who was beside him, was motionless, just staring at the stove with his mouth up.

"You know," Slimani said suddenly, but this time in a low voice, "I once had a child, but that child was born...without the back of the head."

"No... the back of the head?" Woniak looked surprised and touched his head subconsciously.

Slimani looked at the stove with a sad expression:

"Yes, the doctor said it may be malnutrition, the child did not develop well in the womb..."

"Your child, malnourished?" Gadama asked suspiciously, looking at the gorgeous clothes on his body.

Slimani patted his clothes, embarrassed.

"I... I was very poor at that time. I was working for the police department, running errands and delivering letters, and the price of Emerald City was so high that my mother-in-law could only live in a short-term rental house with me, starving for a meal. full..."

"But you live on the ground," Dorothy whispered.

Slimani paused for a moment, sighed, and closed his eyes.

"When our child was born, the doctor who delivered the child was so frightened that she said she had delivered so many children, and she had never seen such a deformed child, only a monster with a half head."

Tales listened quietly, and the tunnel was silent for a moment.

"Not a monster."

Woniak spoke suddenly, shaking his head, as if Slimani was not the only one to convince:

"No! Your child is just, just, just unlucky."

His voice trembled, his eyes sad.

Slimani was stunned for a moment, and he slowly lowered his head:

"Yeah, just, just not very lucky, not very lucky."

At this moment, the voice of Priest Chadvi came over:

"The way everyone is born is both a grace and a test of the goddess."

The crowd turned their heads, and the priest, with a tired face, approached to join their conversation:

"She's better, I'm sorry for hurting you..."

"Don't worry, Lord Chadwe," Madam Gadama said respectfully, "you said, Brother Mohasa has something to say; the healer does not abandon the terminally ill."

Chad Whitton took a moment:

"Thank you."

He then asked Srimani:

"What happened to your son?"

Slimani reacts.

"Daughter."

The defender said sullenly:

"Our child, she's a daughter. For weeks, we did everything we could...and she died in the end. I, I can only try to comfort my wife."

The crowd fell silent.

Chadwei let out a long sigh:

"Sunset Mercy."

Slimani chuckled.

"But it's not over yet. One day my landlord found me and he gave me money and begged me for help," he said bitterly, "His son has broken with a bunch of blood bottle gangsters. After drinking, to be precise, after drug trouble, he entered the shift room, and he needed me to enter the police station to exchange the confiscated evidence-a bag of drugs."

"I'm just a temporary service worker in the vigilante hall, how dare I? But... but he threatened me if I didn't..."

Slimani took a deep breath and held back his emotions:

"He's going to write an anonymous letter to report me, to stir up the neighbors, saying that we old country people worship demons and practice evil, give birth to such deformed monsters, and keep her at home..."

"What?" Thales couldn't believe it.

"I know, it's ridiculous, right?" Slimani gritted his teeth.

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Priest Chadvi sighed.

"After the Scarlet Year, the Emerald City was not very good for a while."

The priest said somberly:

"The population is overpopulated, food is insufficient, and all kinds of businesses are in vain... The life of people, especially those at the bottom, is very bad, and over time there are all kinds of rumors and nonsense, for example, our city The reason it's so bad is because it's cursed - brought by strangers in times of war."

"The curse of the water ghouls?" Thales asked.

Chadvi shook his head: "That's just one of them."

"In short, for more than half a year, the whole city became crazy, from good citizens to homeless people, from blood bottle gangs to small gangsters, from homeless to beggars, everyone was keen to combat cults and superstitions and put an end to demon worship. Especially those foreigners, it seems that after getting rid of them, the Emerald City will get better and go back to the past..."

The priest's words made everyone feel low.

"That's how my cousin is gone," Aunt Gadama was gloomy. "She was originally a famous fortune-teller in eight townships. She only needed a bowl of tea, and the calculation was fast and accurate...until she was reported, saying She cursed the neighbor's field and was taken away in handcuffs..."

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"That's right, I fled in the Scarlet Year, when it was popular to crack down on 'foreign forces'."

Hauser sighed:

"If you dare to complain about the high prices, someone will ask back, did you, a foreigner, accept foreign money and plan to subvert the Emerald City from within?"

"Fortunately, the Duke of Leinster came forward in time to stop this farce and hang several rumors," Priest Chadvi glanced at Slimani, who had an indignant expression, and shook his head, "but those who have already caused hurt..."

The priest is silent.

"Then your landlord, did he report you?" Dorothy asked cautiously.

Slimani shook his head.

"In order to protect myself, I had to promise him, I went to the security hall, and I stole the key to the evidence room..."

The defense sighed in pain.

"But it was only the first time. The landlord took a step forward and started to ask me to do things for him, such as notifying him before the police department set off for an inspection, so that he could hide black workers and sell antiques. He also forced me Take the money he shoved, as if that would pull me on board, and if I refuse, he'll bring my daughter..."

"Bah, despicable," Woniak said indignantly, "and you just let him bully you? Just because you gave birth to... an unfortunate child?"

Slimani was silent, and when he spoke again, his words were filled with hatred.

"You're right, how could I forget? Ha?"

He gritted his teeth:

"How can he be allowed to use my child to blackmail me and threaten me? While my wife is still waking up with nightmares every night and crying with an empty cradle?"

Tales only felt his heart sink.

"So, when he came to me for the last time 'on business' and mentioned the 'dead child' in secret, I made up my mind and wrote an anonymous report letter," Slimani said with a deep breath , "sent him in jail along with his hopelessly rogue son."

Tales frowned: "Then after him..."

"Hanging," Slimani replied, his tone so calm that everyone jumped, "the charges are drug possession and drug trafficking and evil worship."

Hauser frowned: "What?"

Slimani nodded, brows entangled in pain:

"The most powerful and critical evidence is a baby corpse with no back of its head hidden under the floor of his rental house and carefully preserved by embalming."

Everyone was surprised.

Dorothy covered her mouth: "That's..."

Slimani closed his eyes and nodded absently.

Silence fell in the tunnel.

Chadvi sighed deeply:

"The test from God not only tests him, but also those related to him, and even the believers of the goddess."

"You did the right thing," Xilai said suddenly, "your daughter, you got revenge."

Tales frowned slightly.

"Yes, **** for tat, that landlord, he should have thought of this day when he did harm! He deserves it!" Woniak gritted his teeth.

"But it's also... so sad," Dorothy shuddered.

"Ooooooooo!" Bobo waved his arms unhappily.

"Quiet," Hauser looked down on the chattering crowd, turning back to comfort Slimani, "It's okay, man, at least, at least it's over."

Slimani opened his eyes.

"Yeah, I thought, I thought this was the end and I was finally able to get back to my life, but..."

He paused for a moment, the color in his eyes only darker.

"But in the guard hall, my boss, to be precise, his boss's boss, somehow knew about it," Slimani said dumbly, "he took out my anonymous letter. , said that as a chores, his writing skills are not bad, and he said with a smile that he is relieved, not only will he not pursue me, but also promote me."

Woniak's eyes lit up:

"Isn't that good?"

Tales frowned.

"Yes, that's fine."

Slimani laughs sadly,

"The premise is that I have to pass a test: write a final report on a case of a high-ranking official's son and nephew assaulting a civilian girl."

"I don't understand?" Woniak wondered.

Slimani covered his face and snorted softly.

"That eucalyptus is a hot job, no one wants to do it, the boss didn't want to offend people or make mistakes, so he pushed me up: If this report goes out of the box, write a report This person is a scapegoat, a top-level clerk, a temporary worker..."

He scratches at his hair.

"But I couldn't refuse. My boss took hold of me: I took bribes and colluded with the landlord, including... planting the blame."

Tales sighed lightly.

The tunnel was quiet, except for the murmur of water.

"When the trial comes, the devil will whisper and the evil will murmur," Chadvi priest read the scriptures, his words solemn but his expression sympathetic ~IndoMTL.com~ in a language we do not know. "

Slimani took a deep breath and shook his head feebly.

"There's no other way, I'll just do it. I'll have to rack my brains, do all the grammar I've learned in clerical school, and report my first vigilante report - God knows I had before that day. I look forward to this moment until it really arrives - the writing is flawless and flawless: 'The person involved is a young woman, the hair is at dusk, she is alone, she wears light clothes, she has complete makeup, and the flowers she carries have been checked or have aphrodisiac effects ... I had a close relationship with a number of men when I went to work ... Whether the relationship between men and women is consensual still needs further evidence...', Ha, I swear, I didn't write a single lie, it's all the conclusions of the investigation, but I testified in court At that time, anyone who read the report would think that the girl was in a bad manner, her identity and occupation were suspicious, and she went out alone at night, maybe it was a money dispute afterward..."

"What?"

Dorothy understands and is furious: "How can you?"

Slimani looked ashamed, a little afraid to look up.

"Yes, I know, a lot of people know it's rude, but if I don't, my boss, my boss's boss, he'll take me, me, I don't have a choice..."

Everyone was silent, and no one knew how to respond.

"But you have it, you have always had it," Xilai said suddenly, "it's just that you don't want to, or dare not admit it."

Slimani opened his mouth to speak, but in the end only bowed his head.

"The devil whispers secrets, the evil whispers busy."

Priest Chadvi sighed:

"Those whose minds are not firm will always be in trouble. Those who look back will have a long road ahead." Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!