Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 69: Which one do you choose?

Facts have proved that Griveau is indeed the ground snake in the shield zone. Even at night, even if he is inconvenient to move, even if the shield zone is already a maze of ruins, there are few homes, but the veteran still finds the paths accurately. Finding a way out all around.

Under the moonlight, Thales quietly bowed his head behind him, pretending to be a wheelchair pusher for Greve, and watched Greve walking through the streets without hindrance as if he were in his backyard. Go over walls and fences, and even crypt and make gestures with different people living in every corner.

Tyles kicked a stone by his feet, patted the dust on his body, and felt a slight emotion in his heart: He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Especially the shield area has become this bleak sight, which reminds him of the years of begging in the stinky gutters and alleyways of Yongxing City long ago.

It wasn't until they came to a bungalow that was mottled with bricks and stones that Griveaux coughed and knocked on the door four times, fast and slow.

Tyles heard suspiciously: There was a crackling noise in the room.

Like someone fell off the bed?

There were footsteps behind the door, and then an impatient female voice came.

"For Haoyue's sake!"

"If you want to buy goods, you can't..."

Grivor in the wheelchair said dullly:

"Kez, it's me."

The sound behind the door stopped.

As the wooden door opened, a sleepy face appeared in front of them.

This is a woman in her thirties, with long, messy hair, looking down at Griveau from a high level. She is dressed in thin clothes, her eyes are misty, and the spring light on her chest is looming.

She looked like she had just woke up, and looked at the two people in front of the door for unknown reasons.

Tyles politely looked away from her uncovered chest, pressed the question of "who is she", and looked at Grivo.

Grivor snorted coldly: "Tell me, Kezi, you didn't drink...otherwise I have to **** you up."

He forgot to look inside the room: "It's also best not to have a girl who comes to you to'measure the size'."

"Just because you are a brave lame? I don't know who **** who," the woman at the door rubbed her eyes: "It's not my fault to be popular with women. After all, I'm rare in the shield area... ...Wait."

After seeing the person in front of her, the woman's face changed.

She dropped her hand behind the door, and there was a heavy metal landing.

"You are injured..."

"I have a bad premonition, lame—just like the first time we met," the woman named Krze made a frustrated face, but her gaze shifted to Greve wrapped in a cloth belt Suddenly frowned upon his wound:

"Is someone staring at it again?"

Grivor nodded darkly.

"It's still those idiots at the fair in the sword district."

The veteran touched his wound and said disdainfully: "This time, they also brought a real guy."

Kurz touched the door frame and shaved his face with the palm of his hand, as if he was about to shave off his sleepiness.

"Understood, I'll help you sew it," she sighed, looked around carefully, her face turned annoyed: "Longxiao City is in such a mess, they still have a leisurely heart to make you... Fuck."

Thyls looked curiously at the messy, seductively slurred woman, thinking about her relationship with Griveaux.

"And you, lame, I said it a hundred times, now it's no better than in the past," Kirz raised his head with a helpless expression, "don't go alone at night, at least bring..."

"Hey," Griveau interrupted her with a serious look:

"I have already dealt with it---taught them a little lesson."

Kurz looked at Grivor's expression, annoyed slightly.

She tentatively asked:

"Your "little lesson"?"

Grivor did not answer.

Thyls remembered the slaughterhouse he had just seen and blinked helplessly towards the corner no one saw.

Yes.

Little lesson.

Kitz seemed to understand what the other party meant, and then narrowed his eyes: "I understand."

"That's the war."

"I never die."

Her face became dignified, and she lowered her head to think carefully: "I will go to Fallon immediately. Although the city is under martial law, I think we can bring a hundred good hands before dawn, and there will be more after dawn. Fifty... we can catch one by surprise..."

Thyls' heart moved: What?

This woman is also... "coming out"?

Grivor coughed and interjected: "Before that, I have something else."

"They wouldn't expect us to counterattack so quickly, the patrol is busy..." Kirz mumbled to himself about the gang fight, and he was taken aback when he heard Griveau's words and raised his eyes. : "Something else?"

Kurz only noticed the boy behind Grivo.

She subconsciously tightened the thin clothes on her chest, looked at the nine-pointed star emblem on Thales's shoulder, and frowned suspiciously: "Wait, who is this kid? A nobleman?"

"He?"

"Come and meet Kurtz, Thales," Griveaux turned his head, looked at Thales, and stretched out his hand to Kurtz leisurely: "The most unlucky tailor in the North-a part-time doctor."

The veteran pointed to an ugly scar on his arm and sneered:

"Specialty is-stitching."

Thyls smiled awkwardly at Kirz: "Hey, how are you."

Kurz, a tailor and a doctor, was suspicious: "Okay?"

Grivor turned his head, and sneered at himself: "Don't guess-he is the prince."

Koz did not react, and asked in doubt: "Which prince?"

Grivor snorted.

"Which prince can it be?"

The man in the wheelchair grinned, "Where do I go..."

"The one who is unlucky..."

"The Star Prince."

Thyls coughed in a low voice, pretending not to hear.

The next moment, the prince saw without surprise: The doubt on Kirz's face turned into shock, and he froze in place.

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In the room, Thales was sitting on a chair, gnawing on the rye bread that was preserved in his hands for about a quarter, extremely unpalatable rye bread, looking at this equally simple and run-down house:

A bare wooden table with a lot of cloth piled on it, and cheap women's spice boxes arbitrarily placed, there are many clothes on the ceiling, on the ground, on the table, on the bed, cloth, and clothes are piled everywhere, Even underwear is no exception.

Needle and scissors, measuring rulers and coils can be seen everywhere, there is a mirror with three cracks on the wall, and a saw in the corner of the wall.

Behind the door lay a hideous saber-Thales knew what the metal noise was when the woman let go.

Thyls picked up the wooden bowl, took a sip of the slightly peculiar water, and looked at Kirz.

The identity of this woman is unmistakable: the tailor.

Thyls sighed secretly: But...Doctor?

Sewing with one hand and sewing with one hand?

Healing the sick and saving people, tailoring his clothes—he looked at the hideous saber behind the door—maybe part-time gang conflict?

The prince glanced at the disdainful clothing styles around him—and, what does the tailor want a saw?

With the most evil imagination, Thales slandered: No wonder the poor are like this.

On the other side of the room, Kirz, who was dressed, sat on a wooden bed with a broken leg and was supported by bricks, arguing in a low voice with Greve in front of him, but this was no secret from Thales' ears.

"Are you crazy?"

Kurz pulled a draped lady's coarse cloth dress at the beginning, looking anxiously at the calm Grive:

"It's not just the westbound avenue...From the city gate, the city head, the city wall, the city gate between districts, to the key branch streets, they set up cards almost everywhere, and the patrols took rewards. Work overtime, day and night, never let up."

"It is said that even a place as far away as Muxuehe ferry is no exception."

Grivor narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is that so."

Kurz sighed and glanced at Thales, who was still eating.

"For decades, apart from tax collection, the shield area and the hammer area have not been cared about, even if it is a murder case, the big men can't work," the seamstress broke her fingers, telling Greve about her interests:

"But today, not only the patrols, but also the blade guards came to the door, let alone the spear zone and the bow zone, which are closely related to the noble and rich people, even the dozens of people on the crazy street in our hammer zone. Everyone was searched, even the underpants of the dancers were not let go until ten o'clock in the evening, and it was said that they would continue early."

Kurz slapped his slap severely, and raised one leg indecently, putting his chest on top of his chest, leaving the other leg to dangle freely under the bed.

She gritted her teeth, she didn't see the woman's weakness at all: "This is a big event, Greve, an absolutely big event, comparable to six years ago..."

Grivor smiled sarcastically.

Thyls took a bite of the bread, and somehow thought of the female officer Ji Ni long ago.

In contrast, the seamstress in front of her is obviously much more rude, but she has the same unpretentious sense of neatness as Ji Ni.

But...

How difficult it is to be Thales, since Greve can bring himself to find her without hesitation...

On the other side, Kirz exhaled in pain: "During the day, you heard how the meteorites threatened us, but not only us."

She stretched out her finger pretentiously, with a strong voice, trying to let the other party understand the seriousness of the matter: "The spear zone, the sword zone, the bow zone, almost every local snake or prestigious person was said hello. Whoever is involved in it is the enemy of Longxiao City."

Grevo sneered: "They, that group of dog legs can also represent Longxiao City?"

"No, you don't know, the Order Hall also released some words through several order officers..." Kirz cleared his throat and glanced here, seeing Thales still eating and drinking on his own, as if Did not notice them.

She lowered her voice and said:

"They said that whoever has the news of the prince, the prince’s whereabouts, can get the friendship between the Department of Order and the patrol team-the kind of killing people in the street can only open their eyes-even help them find the prince , And get three thousand gold coins."

Kurz gritted his teeth, his features tangled together, and tremblingly stretched out three fingers.

At that moment, Grivo, who was not moving, was finally moved, and his only eyes were bigger than a pigeon egg!

Thyls frowned slightly.

Grivor raised his head suddenly: "Three, three thousand?"

The seamstress smashed her mouth and gestured in the direction of Thales, with a hint of greed and charm inadvertently in her shiny eyes:

"Thinking about it?"

After a second, Griveau desperately put away his chin that was about to fall to the ground and coughed unnaturally.

"Huh," the veteran said in awe:

"Do I look like a money fan? Do I look like the kind of villain who is tempted by a few gold coins?"

Kurz's smile faded, and she looked at him with a complicated expression.

Greevo was a little embarrassed by the woman, turned his face, and said solemnly: "We want to send him out, that's it."

Hearing this, Thales rubbed his lips with his upper teeth in a strange mood.

Kurz let out a sigh, his face entangled with pity and hesitation.

The two were silent for a while, and Thales took the opportunity to force himself to swallow the last bite of the unpalatable bread.

"They will soon suspect that they are here."

The seamstress sat down on her bed and hugged her arms worriedly: "Although the shield area is not easy to search, it will come sooner or later... Ruins and chaotic, is there a better hiding place than this?"

Grevo raised his head, his eyebrows tangled: "So we have to send him out as soon as possible."

Kurz sighed after hearing the words: "This is to lose the entire shield area and the hammer area. You better have a good reason."

Grivor was silent for a few seconds.

"I want to send him out."

He said lightly: "This is the reason."

Kerz was taken aback for a moment.

The woman has a heavy expression and silently stares at Grivo.

Grivor sits in the wheelchair, pursing his lips.

"God," after a while, Kirz covered his face in pain and lay down on the bed: "Sooner or later I will be gallows by you, lame."

"Yes, the work of the gallows," Grivo snorted coldly, "Then what are you doing?"

Koz pulled the quilt, trembling exaggeratedly, and let out a weak cry.

Thyls raised his eyes calmly and observed the exit of the house.

Three seconds later.

"Forget it," Kirz lifted the quilt, sat up with difficulty, stretched out his fingers angrily, and pointed at Grive with trembling: "I'm telling you, lame..."

"From now on..."

The poor seamstress has a sad expression on her face, as if her life is over:

"I really fell in love with the gallows!"

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"What's the use of the things here, first change your ugly clothes," Kirz looked at Thales with disgust, watching his gray face combined with luxurious costumes. Looks like: "It's telling everyone that you are the **** prince."

Tyles shrugged, ignoring the other party's malice, staying away from a peculiar female summer dress, and graciously grabbed a shabby and ugly linen uniform.

He took off the complicated belt, replaced it with the simplest and cheapest coarse cloth belt, kicked off the lizard boots, put on the linen garment that he hadn’t touched for a long time, then took a pair of scissors and cut the hair into Bird's nest.

More than that, Thales also wrapped the dagger sheath that said "The king is not respected by blood" around a circle of inferior black cloth, until he can't see his true colors, and he stacked the map of Fuxing Palace. Bian, stuffed with the black cloth into the interlayer of his clothes, prepared to sew as tightly as he could with his messy needle and thread.

As for the blood fang bracelet left by the Queen of Night, he simply put it on his wrist and disguised it as an animal fang jewelry.

Finally, Thales was dressed up according to the standards of the beggar era.

He walked to the mirror and saw a strange boy in it.

Tyles nodded in satisfaction, feeling like an ordinary suburban guy.

"How about? Can this work?"

However, when Thales turned his head and looked at the grieving Grievous and Kirz...

"Oh," Griveaux in the wheelchair sighed, and said:

"Is there any way to improve it?"

Thyls was taken aback.

"Of course," Kirz looked at Thales in burlap, his sharp, angular face was full of sorrow: "I have a way to ensure that even his mother will not be recognized."

Grivor's eyes lit up.

But Kirz pointed to the saber behind the door, and her next sentence made the veteran's eyes darker again:

"Take this and cut off his entire face."

Thyls opened his mouth: "Huh?"

In Thales’ stunned sight, Kerz sighed and shook his head, and looked at Thales with his arms folded: "His skin is too tender and too white. At first glance, he is a pampered nobleman and his height is not as good as normal. The Northland guy...you will be recognized whatever you wear."

The woman shook her head painfully: "Mudded out of town..."

The three sighed at the same time.

"Shit cart," Griveau frowned, and said what surprised Thales: "Call the'Shit Man' Ange, hide him in the dung that is transported out every day, and follow the car out of town."

Dung truck?

Hidden in...

In what?

Thyls' eyebrows jumped: "Wait, what you said..."

Greevor ignored him: "Find a reed pipe or a wooden pipe so that he can breathe..."

But fortunately, Kirz's next sentence, listlessly, slowed him down.

"No, Ange was locked in again today."

Grivor's color tightened, but he gritted his teeth immediately:

"Then look for "Quick Whip" Fallon, they have to transport feces."

"He must be stuffed in!"

Thyls's face became ugly again.

But Kerz shook his head again.

"Do you know how'shit people' are locked in?"

The seamstress spread out her hands: "When Ange drove out of the city for the sixth time today, the patrol at the city gate pinched his nose and pierced each barrel with a sword. It turned out that he was hidden in the feces. Ten packs of smuggled Lek Jing."

Grivor took a few seconds to digest the message of this sentence.

"How do they..."

He stared in surprise, then slapped his thigh angrily: "Fuck."

Kerz scratched his chest indifferently, and shook his head: "Go straight out of the city in the dung car? No way."

"What a pity." Thales pretended to sigh with regret and patted his chest secretly.

Kurz glanced at him squintly, as if he had seen through his mind, snort disdainfully.

Thyls smiled embarrassedly, raised his hand, and changed the subject: "There is no other way?"

The wheelchair and the tailor were silent, groaning.

For several seconds, Griveaux's face changed from blue to white, and from white to red.

Finally, Grivo punched on the table!

"There is no choice," the veteran said decisively: "Take the dark path."

Thyls was puzzled: Black Path?

Koz opened his eyes wide:

"One more time?"

The seamstress shook her head resolutely: "No, that **** tunnel has collapsed in half...Remember the last time? We almost died in it for three hundred gold coins..."

"There is only this way," Griveau's eyes were firm and interrupted the opponent: "There is no other way."

Koz looked at him solemnly.

After a while, her eyes softened and she turned around.

"I understand, I'll go find someone."

But Kerz turned halfway, then looked back and frowned again:

"One more question: starting today, the patrol team has also placed guards in the shield area."

Grivor's eyes sharpened: "Where?"

Kerze was embarrassed: "It's not far from the black path, we can't avoid it-it is said that it was the place where King Nunn died, and the above felt that we should strictly monitor it."

Thyls clearly saw that Grivo's face changed rapidly:

"Fuck him, those guys dared to reach out to the shield area after receiving oil and water..."

Kurz shrugged and scratched his neck: "The'White Pig' Pick was in charge of the sentry post. I gave him six copper coins before he told me the truth: The Hall of Order did not want to come, no one wanted to break the tacit understanding. , But this is the order of Nicolae the Meteor."

Grivor was surprised: "Who?"

Kurz smiled ugly, with a helpless look: "You rejected him in front of so many people during the day, and you called him some kind of'star operator', remember—if it wasn't because he owed him Because of your favor, that lunatic caught you long ago."

"I guess...this is the retribution for your bad mouth?"

Grivor patted his thigh angrily:

"Fucking star operator! Disgusting death face, shameless dog legs, he deserves to be licked for a lifetime without being able to rise!"

Kurz folded his arms, pushed the stalwart on her chest up, and then comfortably pressed his arms to the ribs, and looked at Grivo with a look like a child.

Tyles frowned as they talked about one of the famous five warriors, the captain of the Grand Duke's Guard of Dragon City, Lord Nicolai, and nodded with deep approval.

A few seconds later, Greve, who had recovered his composure, murmured:

"Can we buy Peak, I remember he was from the shield area?"

Koz shook his head and said: "There are more than a dozen people under Peak, three thousand gold coins, I can guarantee that they remember the portrait of the prince more familiarly than the appearance of their own mother-in-law-not everyone dreams like I do The gallows."

She showed contempt again and glanced at Greve: "Not everyone treats money like ‘dung’ like you..."

"Dung, by the way," Greve raised his head abruptly. "Go through the dump truck?"

Tyles felt tight again.

"Can't you have anything other than **** in your mind?"

Kurz looked at Grivo with contempt, and saved the frightened Prince from the fate of hiding in poop:

"Drop a manure truck to collect manure on the edge of an uninhabited cliff? Do you believe it?"

Grivor lowered his head again and sighed deeply.

"Is there any way to get in and get close to the black path?"

Tyles' face darkened.

Not really.

If this doesn't work...

Just now.

Boom!

Grivor slapped the table.

"Koz..."

The man in the wheelchair scratched his chin: "You just said... this guy's skin is too white, his height is too short..."

Kurz was taken aback: "Huh?"

Thyls also showed doubts.

The next moment, Grivor's eyes lit up, he raised his head and stretched out his hand, subconsciously patted Kirz, and accidentally photographed her chest~ IndoMTL.com~ The puzzled Kirz seemed to be used to it, and he did not feel annoyed by being violated , She followed the opponent's line of sight and looked towards the ceiling, then was stunned.

Following the eyes of the two, Thales, who didn't know why, slowly raised his head and looked over his head.

That...

That is...

Tyles was shocked and his face turned pale!

The ominous premonition suddenly took hold.

He made a desperate smile, looked at the two northerners, twitching his face: "Mr. Griveaux, Ms. Kirz, what are you...thinking?"

The next moment, Grivor and Kzziqi lowered their heads and turned to Thales.

The man and the woman showed weird smiles together.

"Will it work?" This was Griveaux with a sneer.

"We will know." This is Kirz with a satisfied expression.

The atmosphere in the room changed.

Tyles' heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

For the first time, he regretted escaping from the Palace of Valor.

This...

This, this...

"My dear, dear, beautiful prince," the seamstress stretched out her hand to tear off the top of her head, picked up a pair of scissors, "clicks" to cut it in the air, and said with a ugly smile: "Shit Car or this..."

"Which one do you choose?"

Time seems to have stalled for a long time.

Thyls stared at the clothes in Kirz's hands blankly.

That...

That is...

He blinked and stared at Kirz's hand, only feeling trembling all over.

The crime of the prison river that only appears at the moment of life and death in the body, frantically flooded his limbs.

I saw the hand of the seamstress Kirz.

That is a...

Crumpled...

Women's long skirt.

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