Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 222: Kindly (below)

Everyone was stunned, and Glover's eyes moved slightly:

"So, Lausanne has a chance to be poisoned?"

"Nearly poisoned to death, just a little bit."

Standing in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling window, Paul looked at the garden outside the window, thoughtfully:

"The window is broken, but there is very little broken glass in the room, most of it falls out of the window."

Everyone was taken aback, only Miranda nodded.

"I see, that **** didn't break in through the window," D.D came to his senses, "but he felt unwell after drinking poisoned wine, smashed the window hard, and escaped from here!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone cheered and rushed to the broken window.

"Stumbled all the way, even trampled on the lawn and the fence." Mallos looked at the garden downstairs, thinking.

"That's why the housekeeper and servants woke up early."

"So, not only did Lausanne II attempt to kill, but he was poisoned and fled all the way. He is in very bad condition?" Glover narrowed his eyes.

Everyone, you look at me, and I look at you.

"I'll make arrangements now," Toledo gritted his teeth and turned around, "See if we can follow the trail to find something, if he is really poisoned..."

"Be careful," Mallos reminded behind him, "We thought he was dying from serious injuries, but he can always surprise us."

Everyone turned around and looked at the crime scene again.

"If you're right, Mira," D.D said with a look of astonishment, "it's unbelievable, Brennan, this unarmed old man, he was so weak that he almost poisoned himself to death Lausanne II?"

"He almost did...something that a group of us couldn't do?" Nexi's face was ugly.

The rest of the people couldn't help but look at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"It's not about defeating the strong with the weak," Miranda shook his head, "This old man is already a strong man, but he doesn't show it on the sword."

"Strength is not constant."

Mallos interrupted them and said with emotion:

"In a duel, the competition is not about the weight and strength of the people themselves, but the ability of each person to adjust the weight and change the strength on the balance."

He looked at his subordinates:

"At this point, Brennan is obviously better than Lausanne."

"But he's dead," Glover said coldly, clenching his teeth, "Lausanne II is not."

"We are not dead," Paul shook his head, "but have we defeated Lausanne?"

Glorver snorted coldly, but did not answer.

"All in all, this guy is troublesome." Nexi frowned, "Maybe Lausanne II will continue to make trouble like this, implicating innocent people until we get rid of him."

"How to do it? All of us add one piece..." Morgan snorted coldly, without continuing.

"And the Emerald City is already in enough trouble," Kongmuto sighed, "We are too busy."

"There will be a way," Miranda took the words, with a firm gaze, "If, as the Lord said, the strength is not constant, then there must be a way to defeat Lausanne—even if it is us."

"Just get the balance right."

Everyone fell silent after hearing the words.

"Your Highness! Your Highness Thales!"

At this moment, an urgent call came from outside the door.

"I found it, I found it!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and saw Huai Ya, who hadn't seen him for a long time, rushing into Brennan's study, out of breath:

"I found it!"

"Be careful, real Huaia, watch your step!" D.D helped Huaia, who was too excited to stand still, "Don't dare to be careless in this room, a wine bottle will kill you, you know Do you!"

Huyer looked at Doyle puzzledly, but instead of talking about other things, he hurriedly pulled out a roll of documents and handed them to Thales:

"That's it, Your Highness, what happened in the Emerald City these days, whether it's the murder case or Lausanne, the Blood Bottle Gang or Federico, there are always suspicious points, I think and think, think and think, think and think, think and think I scratched my head and couldn't figure it out! So, when His Highness sent a letter to Fuxing Palace, I attached a letter by the way, summarizing my notes and findings, and planned to ask Yongxing City People who know how to do it..."

"Knowledgeable? Who? Your father?" D.D asked puzzled.

Mallos stretched out his hand, stopped D.D's words, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

As Thales flipped through the documents sent by Huay Ya page by page, his expression gradually changed from doubt to solemnity.

No way?

"So, so the reply letter from the capital came," Huai Ya struggled to adjust his breathing, and tried his best to suppress the excitement of discovering the truth, "Ms. Ji Ni didn't say anything, and only attached this dossier with the letter. It was a case in the past of Eternal Star City, and then, I suddenly opened up..."

"Who?"

D.D's face changed: "Miss Jinny? Are you talking about that terrifying king's love..."

This time, without Mallos signaling, Glover stretched out his big hand and suppressed D.D's words in his mouth.

"You are doing well, Wyah."

Thales put down the file, handed it to Mallos, and nodded to the panting attendant.

"Zombie, have you done what you were asked to do before?"

Golover's eyes moved:

"Yes, Your Highness, if she is sensible."

Who?

D.D rolled his eyes, but his mouth was covered, unable to ask.

"Very good," Thales turned to Mallos, "Thor, I'll give you a list later, ask Ashford Butler for help, before evening, you give me all the people on it Please come, or tie it up, remember, not one less."

Mallos looked at the file in his hand, moved his eyes, and didn't ask much:

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Now, Xinghu Guards, collect all the evidence, go back to Kongming Palace, and put everyone on standby. Let's set off in the evening," Thales' order was cold and unquestionable, which made everyone stunned, "Before that, I I have to deal with government affairs, a lot of mess, and..."

Thales looked sharply:

"Meet our prisoner."

See if they repent.

All the guards were ordered to leave.

"Your Highness, may I ask," Miranda couldn't help but ask, "What are we going to do today?"

Everyone paused and couldn't help looking at Thales.

What to do?

"Killing people and taking lives, messing up the situation, but no one can stop them, they act recklessly..."

The Duke of Star Lake looked at the poisoned wine on the table, and then at the rising sun outside the window, narrowing his eyes.

"He's been bouncing around the Emerald City for too long, I'm sick of it, I can't wait to get the balance right."

Thales' eyes were filled with anger:

"Tonight, we will hunt - Lausanne II."

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Emerald City, North Gate Bridge, a sparsely populated nameless alley.

"I know who you are."

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was sitting on a pile of boxes, with a knife stuck in his waist, and a fierceness that shouldn't be seen on his face.

The one he stared at fiercely was a gray-robed man who covered his face and body. The latter stood in the shadow, just looked up at the young man, and did not answer.

"I heard that you are dead," the young man felt neglected, he jumped out of the box, walked towards the man in gray robe, touching the handle of the knife intentionally or unintentionally, "I was stabbed by my own people."

The man in the gray robe slightly raised his head and smiled coldly. A sharp and resolute female voice came from under the gray robe:

"The second half is right."

The young man smiled, with malicious intentions.

"Ha, I was betrayed by my subordinates and became a dog in the water. Why, now I'm looking for a backer in desperation?"

The gray-robed man tilted his head slightly, and the eyes under the robe flashed fiercely.

"Karak," came another gentle male voice, "you won't get better if you get hit with a rock."

The boy named Karak changed his face and turned around.

At the end of the alley, a man walked slowly towards them. He was also dressed in a thick brown robe from head to toe, like an ascetic.

"On the contrary, you can only show your unique vision by sending charcoal in a timely manner."

The half face of the man under the hood smiled slightly:

"And, whenever and wherever, be respectful to others."

He looked at the woman in the gray robe:

"It doesn't matter whether the other party is a success or a failure, a king or a beggar, a wise man or a madman."

The man's words were very calm, and his tone was not sharp, but Karak stepped aside when he heard the words:

"Yes, boss."

The gray-robed woman sneered.

But the boy endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it:

"But Boss, you know she's a red turban—"

"I know who she is."

The man in the brown robe interrupts him gently.

"I also believe that she absolutely does not want to be called out at the moment." The man in the brown robe nodded slightly towards the woman, "As the masters of this place, we should respect this."

Youth is still not reconciled:

"But we can use her to—"

"Leave a line in life and work, you have to forgive others and forgive others, Karak," this time, the brown-robed man said much more severely, "No one in this world can predict everything. If you want to figure out everything, Believe me, there will always be a day when things backfire and your gains outweigh your losses."

Karak is reluctant:

"Yes."

The man was still not convinced when he saw him, so his tone became cold:

"Do you remember the last time you didn't listen to me, what happened?"

Karak frowned, and nodded sullenly:

"Yes. Boss."

The young man stopped talking, just pouted his mouth.

The man was silent for a while, and finally sighed:

"Forget it, Karak, I was still thinking about what you can learn after staying with the big shots for a long time... Forget it, go ahead, and remind the brothers in front of you that the tricks are bright, and the Emerald City has not been peaceful recently. .”

The young man got orders, glanced at the gray-robed woman unwillingly, turned and walked towards the alley.

The gray-robed woman who had been watching from the sidelines sneered.

"You seem to be a sensible person, which is rare in black silk," she looked at the manager in brown robes, "leave a thread in your work?"

"I only realized this a few years ago, and I paid a lot of money along the way." The man looked at Karak's back and smiled apologetically at the female guest, "As for Karak, he is quite capable at this age. Yes, the future is boundless, but after all, it is still growing and it will take time.”

The woman is watching the man in front of her with interest:

"So, who are you?"

"Me? Ha, nameless so-and-so, a small person," the brown-robed man shook his head, "I'm doing odd jobs for Boss Lazanzi, running around with insignificant legs."

"For a person like you, if Fei Suo is only used to run errands," the woman said coldly, her words were full of orders, "then he must be on drugs and stupid."

The brown-robed man was taken aback for a moment, and quickly bowed.

"You're overrated. What's more, Boss Lazanzi's business principle is to only sell and not to eat, and his subordinates are strictly prohibited from using his own goods," he said with a smile, "and I deeply think so."

The woman raises her eyebrows:

"Ah, I guess you must be his favorite one."

The man shrugged helplessly:

"For our business, it is better to be 'useful' than to 'like'."

"Then you should be quite useful."

"Occasionally useful."

The brown-robed man seemed unable to withstand the burning eyes of the guests. He didn't want to talk more, so he had to change the topic:

"So, dear lady, I heard that Red Viper and Fogg, together with that old monster, set up an ambush and cut off one of your hands?"

The woman's complexion tightened.

She stretched her hand out of her robe, pressed the cut of her arm, and said coldly:

"They can only cut off my hand."

The man nodded.

"Admiration. I know a doctor in this area. He was revoked because he took drugs while practicing medicine, but he is absolutely reliable. If you need some painkillers, or anesthesia..."

"I have quit drugs."

The one-armed woman is indifferent:

"General painkillers and anesthetics don't work for me."

The eyes of the man in the brown robe changed:

"Oh! Can I ask, what kind of --"

"'Sunshine'." The woman said indifferently.

The man in the brown robe suddenly turned his head, his eyes were surprised,

The woman said coldly:

"In the past, when 'Dogtooth' Bot was around, he liked to sell this, until half of the Glory Zone fell, and green skins and green hats came to intervene...Of course, it has been banned for a long time now. Gallows."

"'Life cannot exist without sunshine', of course, sunshine, I know, I know," the man in the brown robe looked at her with admiration, "Even among the vicious drugs formulated with sellweed, it is the most poisonous drug." Taboo and the cruelest, and you can get rid of it... the setting sun, please accept my respect."

"No, the pain on yourself is the most meaningful."

The one-armed woman thought of something, her eyes complicated.

"What's more, drug addiction or arms, they will always be fine."

The man did not speak, and the two fell silent.

"It won't be fine." The brown-robed man said suddenly

"Huh?" The woman turned her head.

I saw the man in the brown robe sighing:

"Believe me, ma'am, even if the wound is healed and the pain is no longer there, for decades after that, you will have hallucinations in a half-dream, half-awake, as if your arm is still attached to your body, as if your fingers are still throbbing secretly, The elbow is still itching slightly."

The woman frowned:

"How do you—"

"So you couldn't help but reach out and touch your hand, everything you once had," the man in the brown robe said in a trance, and he slowly stretched out his right hand, revealing a smooth black arm, not like The human body, "until you wake up, grab the empty space in reality."

The woman in the gray robe has sharp eyes:

"Prosthetics?"

"It's cheap," the man in the brown robe smiled. The palm on his right prosthetic limb stretched awkwardly back and forth, "but then again, no matter how expensive the prosthetic limb is, how can it compare to the original one?"

The one-armed woman looked at the prosthetic limb of the other party, remembered something, and gradually lost her mind.

"That's right," she lowered her head and sighed, "Man, if it's broken, it can never be repaired."

"But we have to repair it," the brown-robed man shook his head and put his prosthetic hand back under his robe, "because no matter how bad it is, there is always a part of us that is good."

He turned his head and smiled:

"Can't give up."

The one-armed woman's eyes flashed, but she didn't speak.

A few minutes later, the woman spoke again:

"In the black silk, you don't look like you can fight, how did you climb up?"

The brown-robed man was taken aback for a moment, and then he snorted and laughed.

"I'm sorry," he shrugged helplessly, "You should say: Kid, you look powerless."

The one-armed woman sneered and looked at Karak outside the alley:

"But that kid is so crazy, but he only listens to you."

The man in the brown robe paused.

"Yes."

He sighed deeply:

"We've been through a lot together... At that time he was young, and I was young, and met a terrible boss."

"Bad boss," the woman said without moving, "I understand."

The man chuckled and shook his head:

"Fortunately, everything has passed...Karak has a loyal character, and I, I am lucky, he doesn't hate me very much."

"But he still calls you the boss."

"Haha, when I'm drunk, I occasionally call him boss."

"You don't look like an alcoholic."

"Fortunately, otherwise Boss Razanki will tear me down."

"Are you from this city?"

"Yes, the city outside the city - by the Crystal River."

"I have a very good friend who grew up near there," the gray-robed woman recalled the past, "I heard that the sawfish in the river tastes great."

"Did you make a mistake?" the man wondered, "Sawtooth fish is a sea fish, you have to go southeast, to the seaside, and you have to go out to sea to catch it - and the meat is too hard, no one eats it. "

The one-armed woman glanced at him:

"Well, it seems that you didn't lie to me, you really grew up by the Crystal River."

The man in the brown robe reacted and laughed out loud

"Okay. So what are you doing now? Are you on track?"

"Dead."

Women don't change face:

"Hanged in the poorhouse at the age of fourteen - the rope was tied to the hand of the stone statue of the setting sun goddess."

The atmosphere is suffocating.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the brown-robed man was silent for a while, and gritted his teeth, "Damn the priest of the setting sun, he hides all kinds of filth, even little girls."

"How do you know it's a priest?"

"At the age of fourteen and above, it is considered an adult, and you can do confession alone...and even if something happens, the priests can still push it to 'you love me'," the man pouted, "Even if you go in, you will be locked up for a few years at most, and then you will be released."

"You are quite knowledgeable."

The woman's casual words made the man pause slightly.

"I used to have a friend who also came from inside. He is worse because he is a man and has nowhere to seek justice," the man in the brown robe snorted coldly. Dirty, at least human traffickers won’t **** you while praying devoutly, calling them the goddess of the setting sun.”

The one-armed woman turned her head:

"Not bad, you can get so many words from me... When I was still in the Emerald City, why didn't I hear about you?"

The man in the brown robe was taken aback.

"It's natural, you have achieved great success and fame. When I went to the capital to start a business, I just returned to my hometown," he smiled naturally, "The wanderer returns home..."

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded at the end of the alley.

Click, click, click...

The one-armed woman and the man in the brown robe left the wall together, their faces solemn:

"Here we come."

I saw a carriage driving into the alley, and the man who was trying to dress up coldly stepped off the carriage and threw a few copper coins to Karak who was waiting:

"Take it easy, we came by boat, we almost vomited to death - where do we meet?"

"This is really a surprise," the man in the brown robe laughed, walked towards the man, and opened his arms, "Old friend!"

The man paused when he heard the words, and looked at the man, avoiding his embrace.

"It's really you, it's really unlucky."

The man in the brown robe didn't take it seriously, and raised his arm:

"It's nice to meet you too, 'Silence Killer' Leyock!"

The man named Leyock took a look at the man's attire.

"Tch, it's not a bad job," he said angrily, "Compared to killing people, it seems that selling fans makes more money."

The man in the brown robe shrugged innocently.

"This is your manpower?"

The one-armed woman walked behind him with a cold voice:

"Why, this kid is the only one who can beat him?"

Leyok's eyes turned cold.

"You sound familiar," he passed the man in the brown robe and faced the woman, his arm unknowingly pressed the weapon under his clothes, "Who are you?"

But the one-armed woman didn't even look at him, and said coldly:

"Where's the black sword? Where's Qincha? What about the machete and prison lock sickle? And where's the legendary fourth killer?"

The man in the brown robe was about to say something when Leyok sneered.

"If they have to come forward for everything," he slowly approached the woman, "the black street brotherhood won't have to hang out on the street."

The one-armed woman was not afraid, and let out a sigh:

"Do you know what you are here for?"

"Of course, Boss Morris said a week ago," Leyock said coldly, "put an end to the trouble."

The one-armed woman snorted and laughed, and then became angry.

"It's up to you? Ha! Did Fei Suo take drugs and be stupid! Or did he know that death was imminent, so he hid himself and gave up on himself?"

Leyock's eyes are burning:

"You—"

"And this is the person Lazanche Feisseau found?"

The one-armed woman waved her hand impolitely, scolding the brown-robed man next to her:

"He clearly knows better than anyone how terrible Lausanne II is! Back then, no matter Heijian Qincha or the Brotherhood masters in the early years, they were all defeated by him! You so-called Brotherhood giants, They were all killed by him to the end of the world, hiding in the sewer to eat **** and drink urine to survive!"

Leyok frowned, but he quickly recognized the person in front of him, and his complexion changed drastically!

"Damn it, I recognize you!" Layoke's eyes were about to split open, and he drew his sword and stepped forward regardless of the obstruction of the brown-robed man next to him, "This tm is a phantom blade——"

The next second, the one-armed woman's robe moved, and the silver light came out of its sheath!

Clang!

Clang! clang! clang!

In the blink of an eye, Leyock felt the wind of the blade hit his face, and the angle of the opponent's blade light was strange, forcing him to retreat three steps in a row before he was able to block the first round of attack!

"Yeah! I'm the **** Catherine! The knife **** everyone wants to kill!"

Catherine roared and stabbed again:

"Do you have an opinion, little Maotou?"

Clang!

"Stop! Now!"

The man in the brown robe firmly held Karak who was eager to try, and roared angrily.

Katherine and Leyock stopped.

"This is the Emerald City and the North Gate Bridge. We are not enemies to each other. We meet here for the same reason." He must be furious, gritting his teeth, "Even if you don't give me face, at least give it to Boss Lazanche , Give the brotherhood's 'wolf' a face!"

Laiyoke glanced at him, and finally snorted coldly, retracted his knife and backed away.

"Your boss won't live long!"

But Catherine remained the same, and even spit on the spot.

"Doesn't Fei Suo know that if Lausanne II is still alive for a day, then he will not be safe, and it will be useless to hire two hundred bodyguards!"

Phantom Blade snorted coldly:

"Lausanne II will find out what happened back then sooner or later, and he will go to him sooner or later! Fei Suo can't escape!"

The man in the brown robe and Leyok exchanged glances.

Right now.

"Of course he knows!"

Another female voice came from the carriage.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"But there is one more person who knows better than Lazanche Feisuo how terrible Lausanne II is."

I saw a voluptuous figure stepping down from the carriage, holding Leyok's arm, and not forgetting to glance at Karak next to him, making the latter blush.

Catherine's eyes changed.

"Ah, Miss Huaxin, the old fan is actually willing to come out of the den of the royal capital." She clicked her tongue and looked at the enchanting beauty in front of her, "It was a mistake not to kill you together back then."

"It's a good thing you don't have one, the tomboy of the Blood Bottle Gang," the new girl said with a coquettish smile, "otherwise, who will save you now?"

Catherine sneered:

"It's weird, knowing that monster is alive, you still dare to come? Don't you know that he hates the most—"

"Why don't you dare?"

The charming girl brushed her hair.

"I can kill him once," she interrupted Catherine, her eyes showing a stern look, "I can kill him twice."

Everyone in the room was stunned.

"Belicia," the man in the brown robe raised his voice, bowed excitedly and stretched out his hand, breaking the embarrassment, "You are still so beautiful!"

Belicia glanced at him, first smiled, flamboyant, then sighed softly, passing by the man:

"And you are still so boring."

The man in the brown robe straightened up and stood there awkwardly:

"Ah, it's an honor to meet you too."

But when Belicia raised his head and looked at everything on the North Gate Bridge, he was also alert:

Fuck it.

I knew something was wrong with this trip.

But who made Morris so determined?

It seems that something will happen to the Emerald City in advance.

I just didn't expect...

"Forget it, let's do it."

Looking at Belicia's figure, Catherine figured out something and laughed loudly:

"It's just death sooner than later!"

The man in the brown robe breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, since we all know each other, I won't waste time introducing you," he smiled and stretched out his hand towards the end of the alley, "Boss Razanki is ready to entertain everyone, please?"

Belicia smiled slightly~IndoMTL.com~ supported Leyok and walked forward.

"Wait," Catherine said suddenly, she looked at the man in the brown robe, "what's your name, the man with the prosthetic leg?"

The man was taken aback.

He coughed and lowered his brown hood, revealing one single eye and the other with a black patch.

"Dear Boss Catherine," the man smiled and bowed slightly, "I am Gnar Rick."

"Under the name of Boss Lazanche, he is an ordinary accountant in the pharmaceutical company."

He straightened up.

"Of course, in your capacity, just call me Gnar."

Rick leaned on Karak next to him, nodded his monocular eyes with his prosthetic limb, and smiled friendly, reassuring:

"Be kinder like this."