Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 87: I know the road

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Wing Star City, West Ring District, a simple, low-key but expensive carriage drove across the stone road and turned into the next intersection on the bustling street.

"This is Linhe Street. Hongfang Street is on the next road. Look, it's there."

Through the small window in the front of the car, Kong Muto's voice came from the driver's seat.

But Thales was not affected at all.

"His Royal Highness..."

Little Slick, Imperial Conference, Secret Branch, Anke, Gu...

In the bumpy carriage, there was a prince who couldn't return home, thinking gloomily, unintentionally admiring the street view of Yongxing City outside the window.

Regardless of whether it is the Fuxing Palace or the secret department, whether facing the king or the black prophet, depression and disobedience are his key words today.

But what the teenager cares most is the words of Anke Barral before he fainted.

[Hold on to your sword. 】

Tyles tensed his fists subconsciously, but found that he was unarmed and hollow.

He lowered his head and stared at his left hand blankly.

But only the scar on the palm is visible.

"Your Highness?"

Suddenly on his shoulders, Thales came back to his senses.

In the carriage, Glover nodded to him and let go of the prince's shoulders.

"Are you sure we really want to do this? Red Square Street?" Commutou outside the car looked back from the window:

"If Chief Mallorz knew..."

He looked embarrassed.

Glover's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes expressed the same concern.

Tyles adjusted the neckline of the newly changed dress and sighed.

These people.

Even if you hold the title of Royal Guard or Star Lake Guard, even if you are the second prince and Duke of Star Lake, you are the second noble person in this country...

But whether it is Komutto or Glover, even D.D, who has the best relationship with him at the moment, still has doubts about himself, right?

As for Mallos...

"You are right, then..."

Thyls pondered for a second, turned his head and shouted out the empty window:

"Do you have any comments, Mallos?"

Glover and Kong Mutoqi were stunned.

"Malos? Your opinion?"

Tyles repeated it, knocking on the wall of the car, and pretending to listen for a while.

"It seems..."

The prince turned his head, looked at the stiff Glover and the helpless Kong Muto, regretfully spread his hands:

"He has no opinion."

Glover twitched his eyebrows and said nothing.

Commuto can only show an unnatural smile, turning around and driving.

Their carriage slowly drove into the main road of Red Square Street, merging into other carriages and passersby.

There was an immediate excitement outside the window: hello, hawking, soliciting, cursing, and so on.

Draw Thales' attention from the past back to reality.

If you don’t look at the others, the Red Square Street is probably no different from the other affluent parts of the Western District: wide main roads, neat houses, alleys extending in all directions, and crowds of people.

But the number of entertainment venues here is unmatched by other places: pubs, hotels, gambling stalls, theaters, street stalls and roadside shops that specialize in "good goods", and of course, there is also the Red Square Street. All kinds of "clubs" are indispensable.

Looking at the familiar but changed street scene outside the window, Thales couldn't help but feel a little silly.

When he was a beggar, Thales sneaked up to Red Square Street to "look for business" more than once, of course, on a more lively and safe evening-beggars are no less sensitive to fixed sites than cats. Dogs, gangs, and even countries, even if they are just asking for life under the hands of different gangs.

But at that time, Qier Thales was all in the crowd, either being pushed and bullied or always ignored.

This is the first time he has been sitting in a carriage, visiting this joy spot in Yongxing City as an ordinary citizen or even a noble guest.

Kong Mutoti halted the whip-his work experience in protecting dignitaries gave him a familiar driving skill-shuttled through the streets, ignoring the small prostitutes and even the traffickers on the periphery, and went straight to his destination.

Along the way, they met a lot of men: some enthusiasm infinitely welcoming and sending off, some newcomers are at a loss, some call friends and call friends impatiently, some twisted and jerky, some are plainly dressed Sneaky, some dressed stylishly and elegantly, some had important tasks to come and go, some walked around and laughed.

There are also many women on the street: the old bustards full of smirks, the busy washing women, the dust-faced female workers, the maids hurrying on the road, and the poor girls who are dressed like boys and errands all over the street. And the aristocratic lady who rushed to catch her husband home with anger, and even the aristocratic lady who sneaked out in a carriage, hiding behind a handkerchief and a fan and looking out with a red face...

And Thales and their carriages mixed in among them, unremarkable, without stopping all the way, quickly drove into the central block, into a group of luxuriously decorated houses with shiny signs.

"Oh, sisters, here are guests! Look at the carriage, it's full of materials!"

The crime of the prison river surged, and a sweet voice suddenly invaded Thales’ ears:

"Hurry up and put on makeup! Tighten your corset!"

"Gosh, what kind of perfume is this, go wash it!"

"Damn, who took my **** underwear! That is the secret hand-knitted by the tailor Zawak!"

"Have a little bit of heroism, weak and beauties are not popular nowadays, they all like hard enough..."

In an instant, the three people on the carriage were like bees strayed into the flowers. They ran into the most unignorable and eye-catching scenery of the entire Hongfang Street-all kinds of beauties.

Thyls swallowed his throat subconsciously.

"This carriage, who must be the young master who sneaked out..."

"It's too early, it's not evening yet, it seems he is very anxious, hahaha..."

They are all over the houses on both sides of the main road, under the porch, on the balcony, in the alley, behind the windows, hiding in every corner where you can't notice but actually exist.

Their years of age are just right, the spring is beautiful, the Yingying Yanyan, and thousands of species.

"From this point, I definitely don't want to be known by other people...Hey, I guess, it's someone who likes to swallow swords..."

"Then call Duny?"

"Farewell, he served three men last night. They both hurt before and after. They couldn't walk anymore. Let him sleep well..."

"Then, then I will tighten the bandage and change into men's clothing?"

"Bah, men's clothing is simple, but do you have the following?"

"How do you know if you don't? Maybe it's bigger than him!"

"Then...let me try first? Hey--"

"Oh, you are really coming—let go! See if I won’t stop you, you little bastard—"

"Hahaha-fake handles, we, we will never become men!"

"Hmph, so what, I'm fine like this, besides, men are not as big as us here..."

"Really, let me see, maybe I rubbed it up?"

"Eh, you're still here--ah, I finally **** the underwear straps!"

Tyles blushed at hearing and tried to tighten his face.

Some of them are graceful and elegant, some are seductive and sexy, some are flirtatious, some are tender and pitiful, some are charming and charming, some are dignified and elegant. Frosty.

They may show their true faces in a glimpse, in exchange for the attention and exclamation of the guests, or laugh and hide their faces and retreat, evoke a sigh of expectation and disappointment, or arrogantly and gently seduce the men to arouse the men Eagerly crazy.

"Maybe it's your friend? I left you the family crest and said he would marry you?"

"You hate it..."

"Huh, another slanderous man..."

"Or a silly old hat who was dazzled by love?"

They are like fairy tales in the forest, beautiful elves with mischievous probes, hiding and hiding, one after another, sometimes appearing mysteriously, sometimes passionate and sometimes cold, sometimes affectionate and sometimes unreasonable Reason, sometimes innocent and holy, and sometimes scratching the head, makes viewers feel itchy.

I hate that I can't let go of everything, and go with it, chase after the roots, see the truth, enter the hall, and kiss Fangze...

Slap!

Glover stretched out his hand in the driver's seat, slapped his face blankly, and photographed Kong Muto who had his head up in a daze that had forgotten what was going on (also awakened Thales, who was eye-opening).

"Sorry, cough cough," Kong Muto said awkwardly, touching the back of his aching head:

"I've been here—of course because of official business—a few times. In the afternoon it was just the beginning, and it was more lively in the evening..."

"Second-class security officer, Kong Muto," Brother Luofo said coldly, and shifted to the car window by the way, blocking a beautiful young lady who was blinking gently at Thales on the second floor:

"His Royal Highness still has things to do."

"Of course, of course..."

Kong Muto apologized and turned his head to look at a few "local fellows" who were shy of waiting for the carriage to slow down:

"No, we don't need a tour guide, no introduction, let alone...Hey! Don't pull my reins! Okay, take the money and stop bothering us!"

The security officer sent away these hospitable "ground companions" in a desperate manner.

Obviously, at this point, Komuto did not lie, he is really not good at such scenes.

The carriage drove forward again for a while, turned a few turns, and passed a group of young aristocrats who were vigorous and criticized different girls and beauties.

Look at them, so confident, frivolous, and comfortable.

Thyls said to himself silently.

Not like myself.

At a young age, but already weighed on his shoulders, bound all over his body.

Twilight is deep.

The young man laughed bitterly to himself.

They drove out of the lively area, Commuto pulled over and stopped the carriage and pointed to the other side of the street:

"Look, it is'One Night Aventure', located at the front end of the core area of ​​Hongfang Street, in a good location."

Thyls poked his head out.

Appearing at the far end of his line of sight is a luxurious house with people coming and going.

The brokers outside the house were flattering and enthusiastic, and the bustards on the steps waved handkerchiefs and smiled.

Not to mention the beauty and beauty of the Yingyans at the windows and balconies.

That's the...club opened by Belicia?

One night affair?

But somehow, the teenager found it inexplicable, but strange.

"Something new," Glover frowned, observing the appearance of the "One Night Aventure" building, expressing his doubts:

"Incompatible with the surroundings."

Kong Muto sent away another broker who wanted to get together to introduce the business, and his eyes lit up after hearing this:

"Of course, it was rebuilt on the ruins of an old chess and card room."

The former vigilante was very interested:

"One night six years ago, two gangsters fought for the protection of Red Square Street, killing their eyes here-those **** even moved out of Eternal Oil. The defenders were alarmed."

Thyls' heart beat.

He looked at the newly-built clubhouse, compared to the intersections around it, slowly confirming his memory.

No.

Six years ago, it was not the explosion caused by Eternal Oil that rebuilt this house.

He supported the car wall and told himself silently.

No.

Kong Muto noticed the unusual look of His Royal Highness, he hesitated and said:

"Before getting off the bus, can I ask what we are here for, my lord?"

"Can't you really come... looking for a woman?"

Glover looked at the surrounding situation vigilantly, but his ears turned towards Thales subconsciously, obviously wanting to know the answer.

"Of course not."

Thyls smiled mysteriously:

"I just need to confirm some things, some, there is no need to spread the word."

"Even for Mallos."

"Do you understand?"

The prince looked carefully at Glover in the carriage and Komutto in the driving seat.

Maybe it was due to status, maybe it was because the eyes were compelling. The two looked at each other, and finally nodded together.

"Well, you are the master, I have no right to be beaked. But if we come to Hongfang Street, this matter will be known..."

"Jian, trust me," Thales said helplessly to Kong Muto:

"You are not the first to worry about this."

"And I have been taught a whole day for this."

Kong Muto hesitated again and again, but at any rate he buried the sentence "Then you didn't learn the lesson?" in his heart.

He jumped out of the driving seat, opened the door for Thales, and devoted himself to the promising task of "accompanying the prince away from home for fun".

"No."

Glover reached out in time and held Thales, who was about to get out of the car.

"You can't go so directly, it's too obvious, whether it's your highness's age or our temperament."

The zombie watched vigilantly at the crowds coming and going on the street:

"I will be recognized..."

Kong Muto raised his eyebrows and put away the expression of "I am the security officer":

"Oh, they have recognized it."

Thyls was puzzled, and Glover looked at him.

The former police officer pointed to the street with a look of habit:

"I'm not talking about the identity of His Royal Highness... But this is Red Square Street. Everyone along the way, whether street beggars or clubhouse doormen, carriage masters or pastry shop assistants, they lean against Red Square Street. I have been living in a mixed life for a long time. I have a unique vision and have long recognized this as the carriage of a big family."

Glover's face is solemn, silently thoughtful.

Ke Kongmuto's turn of the conversation makes it easy:

"But don't worry too much. Many nobles and officials will come here for fun, of course, it will be more lively at night... In fact, I bet that Guard Doyle must be more familiar with this place."

Thyls exhaled: If only Doyle had not been whipped.

Komuto tried his best to dispel the worry of the two, but Grofo still looked vigilant and never relaxed.

It seems that after he entered Red Square Street, he became a suspicious beast.

Thyls looked at their expressions, raised an eyebrow and nodded:

"Okay, but we might as well keep a low profile."

The prince probed out of the carriage and pointed to the "One Night Aventure" diagonally across the street:

"When we go in, can we not cross the road or go to the main entrance, for example," Thales looked at the bustling and crowded street:

"Go to the back door?"

Kong Muto scratched his chin:

"Theoretically, we can go to Xiacheng District, enter Hongfang Street from the other direction, and then go through the back door to avoid the flow of people, but I strongly recommend not to do this."

Downtown.

Tyles frowned, while Glover was suspicious.

"Although the Xihuan District and the Xiacheng District are responsible for the security of the West City Security Department, I am sorry to say that their authority only extends to Red Square Street—the five major security halls in Yongxing City, Xicheng has always been the worst. The scum of scum colluded everywhere. Every year, several corrupt police officers and patrol members were found."

Comuto showed disgust and disdain:

"Especially Xiacheng District-I don't doubt our ability to protect His Highness, but that place is not safe and easy to cause trouble."

At this moment, Glover suddenly raised his head, his eyes were clear, and he stabbed outside the car.

"Alert."

The zombie's body tightened like an enemy, and both Thales and Commuto were taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Following Glover's gaze, the two looked at the clubhouse across the street.

One night affair.

Tyles discovered that, at some point in time, "One Night Aventure" was surrounded by many people.

Most people are dressed in plain clothes and have gloomy eyes. They are all looking around in reciprocating patrols.

"Something is wrong."

Commuto also noticed something wrong, he subconsciously closed the door from the outside, leaving only the window:

"These people are not guests..."

Thyls' eyebrows slowly converged.

"It's a thug."

Glover's face is gloomy, and he tells the truth concisely and clearly:

"A gang member who specializes in violence."

Kong Muto didn’t have time to be surprised by the eyesight of his colleagues, when he heard the prince add equally solemnly:

"It's the Black Street Brotherhood."

"It's their thug."

A thugman stopped a guest who was about to enter the clubhouse. In the latter's dissatisfied protest, he roughly searched the opponent's body while interrogating carefully.

Something happened.

Tyles carefully stared at the crowd outside the clubhouse, whom he used to be very familiar with, silently.

There was silence inside and outside the carriage for a while.

Kong Muto swallowed his throat:

"Um, maybe it's to take care of the business? To be honest, this is normal..."

"More than that." Thales' voice sounded.

Glover and Konmutozzi turned to him.

Tyles' eyes shifted to the clubhouse and he became more serious:

"Not only thugs, look around: helpers and apprentices in various shops, errands and beggars on the street, and even roadside vendors and merchandisers..."

"They are in abnormal condition."

At Thales’s reminder, Glover and Komutuo started to do their jobs, carefully observing the situation at this street junction, and the two slowly changed color.

"Are you frightened by the gang?" Commuto asked uncertainly when he returned to the driving position.

"No."

Thyls shook his head, more affirmed of his thoughts:

"Because they are also members of the Brotherhood."

Kong Muto looked back in doubt:

"What?"

Tyers searched for his previous street experience and guessed:

"Out of interest or habit, these people are actually the eyeliners of the Brotherhood, and they are happy to pass on news to them."

"Obviously, they have also been instructed and reminded to pay attention to the wind and grass around them."

Kong Muto solemnly said:

"They...were the Brotherhood deliberately trained to be like this?"

"No." Thales shook his head:

"Because this is what they are."

"The Black Street Brotherhood was not born in the void, but originated from desperate people who have nowhere to go-they have been deeply rooted in the community of the bottom people from the first day."

Under the doubtful eyes of Komutto and Glover, Thales said quietly:

"In those worst places, if you live in trouble, unsustainable, miserable, and struggling to survive, then the Brotherhood is one of your ways."

"There is no need to pretend, no need to cover up. Everyone lives their own lives. When needed, you will consciously and tacitly inform the members with black silk arms to provide convenience."

Thinking of the past, Thales was slightly fascinated.

Glover and Kong Muto exchanged eyes in amazement, surprised by the prince's insight.

"Jian, you said that One Night Aventure was established after the gang fire?"

Thyls spoke cautiously.

"Yes, six years ago, the scum of the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang bit the dog and harmed the Red Square Street, so that the big men did not have to go to the brothel," Kong Muto suppressed the question and watched vigilantly. With the increasing number of thugs:

"I heard that the West City Security Department had intervened and forced them to stop fighting."

Six years ago.

Red Square Street.

The Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang.

Stop the fight.

Tyles' brows tightened.

"His Royal Highness, what should we do? Shall we go?"

Thyls raised a finger to motion them to be quiet:

"Let’s see again."

Amidst their doubts, the young man took a deep breath, closed his eyes and called out the crime of the prison river.

He instantly entered the senses of hell, especially focusing on ears and hearing.

Soon, footsteps, collisions, frictions, groans, laughter, yelling... across the street, there were chaotic and disturbing sounds that attacked Thales' senses.

But after experiencing the desert journey, Thales, who has grown a lot, skillfully adjusts the scale of the crime of the Hell River, just like pacifying the rebellious beast, not allowing the overly sensitive senses to hinder him, while filtering out the useless the sound of.

Leave only the most critical conversations.

"Did the blood bottle help?"

The voice of a brotherhood beater came, with unconvincing anger and eager excitement.

"I don't know, but if Lyok knew..."

"I really want to see his expression..."

"I heard that all the'sleepless' have been transferred..."

Thyls turned his head slightly, looking for other focal points.

Soon, he found the truth.

"Who dares to tie people on our territory..."

"Is it Qingpi?"

"It is possible, but I heard that Daqingpi in West City has an agreement with us..."

"Boss Morris is back..."

"I heard that he was very angry, and personally took people to find the ‘Magic Blade’ and the ‘Red Viper’ VIP..."

"No, the blood bottle does not admit it to death, the scene is ugly..."

"Damn it, is it going to start again? How long has the armistice been..."

Thyls slowly grasped the key information.

"It may also be done by an inexperienced outsider, you know, Jiang Yang Gang or something..."

"After the prince returned to China, many outsiders came to the city, from top to bottom..."

"Fucking prince, just stay in the north and it will be over. All the trouble is brought back..."

Thyls's mood grew more solemn.

At this moment, another voice was inserted into his senses:

"They found her!"

"Belicia, she is still alive!"

Tyles' eyelids twitched.

"She came back by herself, and was a false alarm."

"My brother said that her face was not right, and as soon as he came back he clamored to see Lord Lancer..."

"Whoever does this, I don’t want us to be better."

Tie people.

Belicia.

Tyles opened his eyes.

"I think I know what's going on."

"They got messed up."

Faced with the strange glances of the two subordinates, Thales sighed while looking at the sign of "One Night Aventure".

"His Royal Highness, we..." Kong Muto asked tentatively.

Tyles looked at the team of thugs guarding the "One Night Aventure" and shook his head disappointedly.

No, obviously, Kingdom Secret Division did not consider low-key issues when abducting Belicia from here.

The Brotherhood was stabbed in a hornet's nest.

At least, don't want to get close today.

At least I can't get close in low profile.

In disappointment, Thales leaned into the carriage, and more conversation came from his ear:

"I am Redmore, the order of Morris boss: These days, the site of Red Square Street is guarded by our sleepless people."

"Half the number of guests received, strengthen the sentry."

"Watch out and see if anyone is following these days—wait, the carriage on the corner of the street, how long has it been parked there?"

"Let’s go and see."

Thyls still wants to listen a little more until he reacts in a spirited way:

The other person is talking about them.

"Oops."

Seeing a lot of thugs coming here suspiciously, Glover's expression changed and he knocked on the driving seat:

"Guardian Kongmuto, I think they noticed us."

"Ready to run."

Commuto was taken aback. He looked at the brotherhood thugs coming closer and closer, taking his pockets calmly:

"It's okay, I brought the former guard badge, as long as..."

"No," but Glover interrupted him with a decisive and solemn tone:

"That's the Brotherhood, not the Blood Bottle Gang. They don't care... and it is not convenient for us to identify ourselves."

Commuto frowned.

The thugs were getting closer, and many people looked at Kong Muto, who was wearing a cloak in the driver's seat and hiding his head and tail.

"Glover is right, we can't be dragged here, we go right away."

Thyls made the final decision:

"I'll talk about it another day."

Just now.

"Hey!"

On the other side of the street, among thugs getting closer, the leader named Redmore raised his voice to their carriage:

"Guests over there, but are you here for fun?"

Commuto and Thales changed color slightly.

"You know, One Night Aventure is discounted today..."

Ridmore said and gestured, and the surrounding thugs quietly dispersed and surrounded them.

"Oops..." Thales murmured.

The next second, Glover slammed open the door on the other side decisively, climbed out of the car, and shifted to the driver's seat without a bit, squeezing Kong Muto aside.

"Let me come."

Commuto is still hesitating:

"But..."

Coco Lofo pulled the reins without warning, and shouted angrily:

"Sit down!"

Amidst the neigh of horses, the carriage starts instantly!

Humhhhhhh...

Tyles didn't have time to react, so he staggered up to the wall behind and hurriedly reached out to support himself.

"Hey!"

Outside the carriage came the chasing sound of thugs and Redmore's angrily shouting:

"Stop!"

"Damn it, I knew it had a problem!"

The driving Glover looked cold and hurriedly drove the horse. The carriage speeded up out of the street and continued to accelerate!

"Glover Pioneer...Oh, my nose...Slow down, your Highness is still in the car!" Commuto's painful cry came from the driver's seat, apparently hitting the nose while galloping.

The wheels rolled on the stone road, bumping back and forth, Thales trembling up and down in the carriage, just thinking that his soul was going to heaven.

Chuckchchchchch... the sound of horseshoes and wheels became more frequent and rapid.

The street scene outside the window receded rapidly, and the surprised faces of passers-by were reflected like a revolving lantern.

It was mid-afternoon, and there were not many people on Red Square Street, but their carriages were really rampant and did not shy away, so that passers-by screamed and evaded. On the way, they knocked over a hawker’s stall and provoked waves of curses. .

"Stop it! Stop it! The Brotherhood will reward you!" The voices of Redmore and a group of thugs chased from behind, becoming more and more urgent!

Slap!

"Go away!" Glover yelled and drew his whip to drive away passers-by:

"I got a bounty for a fart if I hit him to death!"

Humhhhhhhhh...

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster.

"No, no, look at the road!" Kong Muto screamed in surprise.

The carriage inevitably broke a clothes rail, and several pieces of clothing flew into the window.

Unlucky Thales struggled to maintain his balance, unable to dodge, and was covered by a female corset.

My day!

The prince pulled the corset off his face in despair.

Sunset is on, this is simply the fastest and worst carriage he has ever ridden!

The carriage galloped and chased soldiers, and the roads in the Red Square neighborhood were in chaos.

"Take a shortcut and stop them! Son of a bitch!" Redmore ordered angrily, and the chasing team immediately separated a group of people and disappeared in the alley.

"Damn, they are snakes, they know the way..." Kong Muto, who finally stabilized in the driver's seat, said anxiously:

"Have you decided where to go? Go straight back?"

Glover's complexion seemed to be indifferent, but he rushed the horse intently and drove the carriage faster and faster.

But in the next second, the zombie's arm stretched out and tightened!

Oh, huh.

Amidst the screams and hoofs of the horses, the entire carriage suddenly stopped and turned, and one wheel was thrown into the air and drove off the ground!

At that moment, as if time slowed down, Thales' eyes slowly widened.

In the carriage, his body also rose into the air.

The scenery outside the car window moved up, revealing a girl drying her underwear on a second-floor balcony, who was also surprised to meet Thales in the car and disappeared before her eyes.

"I rely on--" Outside the carriage, Kong Muto's cry of grief was not over, and was covered by the whirring sound.

In such a dangerous posture, the half-bye carriage followed a strong inertia and plunged into an alley horizontally.

Unfortunately, it's not just Kong Muto.

Boom!

Thyls rotated one hundred and eighty degrees in the air and hit a solid body in the rear compartment.

"Drive!" Glover shouted again!

Boom!

The half of the wheel in the air hits the ground again, re-accelerating in the tremor.

Damn it.

The carriage stabilized again, and the prince got up from the carriage sofa in pain, cursing in his heart.

It's not a buggy to the clubhouse...

He actually has to speed up the corner?

People who don’t know, thought you were going to catch a thief—no, catch a tiger!

Not waiting for Thales to take his place, he was horrified to find that the walls outside the windows on both sides were getting closer!

Hey, hey--

In the extreme tremor, the prince launched the crime of the prison river, stubbornly grabbing the wall of the car, and reaching the small window behind the driving seat:

"Where are we going--"

Thyls was choked to death in his throat.

Through Glover's shoulder, he saw desperately:

In front of the carriage, there was only one lane that became narrower, darker and darker, and there was no way out.

A dead end.

"Over there! Keep up!"

Although I couldn't see it, the shouts of the chasing soldiers became more and more rushing, as if they were nearby.

Looking at the narrow roadway ahead, Thales felt cold.

They can't make it through.

The horses wailed helplessly.

And the walls on either side are getting closer.

Tyles swallowed.

Otherwise, let Glover stop?

The Brotherhood is not easy to deal with.

But if he reveals his identity, they may not dare to do anything.

It’s the news of "The Duke of Xinghu is making trouble on Red Square Street, and the car is full of underwear rampage." It may be spread throughout the kingdom...

Thyls had a headache when thinking of the king's face and the black prophet's smile.

But the reality is always beyond his expectations.

"Hurry up!"

Instead of having the slightest intention of slowing down, Glover beat the horse more ferociously and brutally, forcing it to accelerate forward, toward the dim and narrow front!

Seeing the car crash and death, Thales was startled and was about to stop drinking.

"No, zombies, it's too narrow, we can't make it!"

Commuto's panic voice sounded again, and he even blurted out the other party's nickname.

"Trust me!"

But Glover held down his colleagues and shouted angrily:

"I know the size here!"

"You can get in!"

The next second, the carriage rushed into the narrow lane without stopping!

The tarp over my head blocked the sun, and the surrounding area suddenly became dark.

"Trust me!" Glover's voice was deformed.

The windows on both sides dimmed at the same time.

Huh!

The palpitating friction sounded in my ears.

Tyles tried to sit in the middle, closed his eyes, and stretched his legs firmly against the carriage.

He swears:

If he survives, he must give an order:

For the rest of his life, Glover didn't want to slam the reins of the carriage again.

However.

Pump, puff, puff...

After a disturbing ups and downs, the prince was surprised to find that the carriage gradually stabilized.

The next second, the eyes lit up, and the sun reappeared outside the car window.

The horses babbled, panting, and painfully pulled the carriage out of the alley and into the avenue.

It uttered a lamenting cry to the rough master.

But in exchange for the next whipping without mercy.

"Okay, we are safe." Glover's tone stabilized, and Commuto next to him was still panting.

Looking at the clear view of the street outside the window, Thales exhaled in shock.

The carriage started to slow down.

But behind them, the sound of chasing footsteps approached quickly, but disappeared in an instant.

"Damn--" Redmore's cursing sounded, but it quickly followed the wind.

The chasing sound is getting smaller and smaller and further away.

Kong Muto grabbed the carriage and looked behind him strangely: "Why don't they... stop chasing?"

"This is the jurisdiction of the Blood Bottle Gang," Glover didn't turn his head back, just clutching the reins calmly: "As you said, the Brotherhood has an agreement with them to divide Red Square Street."

"No one dares to cross the boundary easily."

The carriage returned to its normal speed and drove smoothly for a while, and passers-by looked at them no longer in surprise.

After a few minutes, they finally determined that they had escaped the hunt.

Glover looked at the rear vigilantly for the last time before returning the reins to Konmuto.

With different moods, the three of them exhaled together.

"But, Glover Pioneer Officer."

Replied to his normal thinking ability, Commuto was the first to ask:

"I remember listening to D.D. Every time he brings people to Red Square Street to play, you always refuse..."

The former police officer drove the car cautiously while looking at Glover suspiciously.

"But why do you know this place so...understand?"

Shuttle through the lanes, and are familiar with the road?

It's like—Kong Muto pressed this sentence in his heart—to go home?

Thyls was silent, but he also leaned to the small window and looked at Glover.

The face of Glover doesn't change color.

But the boy keenly noticed in the **** senses: the zombie's arms slowly tightened.

"Because..."

Glover looked at the street blankly, his words stagnated.

A few seconds later, the zombie closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, as if giving up something.

"Because I grew up here."

At that moment, Thales and Komutozzi were stunned!

"It's here."

Faced with the puzzled eyes of the two, Glover opened his eyes, his tone lost, his expression sorrowful:

"Red Square Street."

At that second, Glover looked at the road of Red Square Street quietly, his eyes were subtle, and the meaning was hard to know.

The sound of horseshoes continued, and the wheels kept on.

It took several seconds for Thales and Komuto to recover from this news.

"I... they didn't tell me." Kong Muto coughed, rather embarrassed.

"Because no one knows-when I joined the guard, my file was partially sealed."

Glover's voice is hoarse and dull, like a poor student who has opened a book on subjects he is least good at:

"In the Mindis Hall~IndoMTL.com~ only Lord Mallos knows this."

In the carriage, Thales watched his back in silence.

Amid the noisy human voices and the monotonous sound of carriages, Kong Muto, who inadvertently learned the secrets of his colleagues, nodded:

"Well, so say so..."

"Yes."

Glover spoke slowly, and admitted in the complex emotions:

"A long, long time ago, I used to live here, on the streets of Red Square, one of the blood bottle gang..."

He exudes a decadent and gloomy breath, hoarsely said:

"Beggar."

At that moment, Thales was shocked.

Beggar.

Glover...

A beggar?

In the carriage, the prince was in a daze.

"Beggar?"

Commuto was uncertain, his eyes wandering back and forth between the surrounding streets and the gloomy Glover:

"But, your Excellency Pioneer, aren't you from the Stars of the Seven Servants, the "Wind Rider" Glover family..."

Thyls coughed heavily, interrupting Kongmuto.

The two people outside the car looked back at the same time.

"I think, we shocked some people," Thales endured not having to look at Glover except for his subordinates. Instead, he tried to maintain his usual tone, earnestly:

"You have to hide from the limelight."

There was a moment of silence between the three.

"Of course."

Kong Muto understood, he turned his eyes and stopped looking at his colleagues with strange eyes.

The zombie glanced at Thales, but after all he nodded slightly, looking forward.

"Follow me."

A first-class pioneer of noble birth, Karen Glover sneered lowly, with a taunt he thought only he understood:

"I know the way."

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