Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 92: Just like going home.

　　, in a cold and noisy and chaotic street in the first district of the city, three cloaked figures stepped forward, squeezing the crowd, and blending into the chaotic atmosphere:

　　 The local "Di Pei" greeted guests with a big smile and cast a malicious look at his peers. The owner and the thief chased and fled from the thrilling distance, which caused passers-by to complain; idlers and tramps Lying on all sides on the side of the dirty road, waiting for the hire business to cope with today’s three meals; the panting for the delivery of the goods numbly piled the goods to the front of the shop, and turned a deaf ear to the shopkeeper’s curse; the carriage on the way The husband flogged the horses violently, dispersed the people in the mud, and stopped the rogue who wanted to sneak up and ride a ride behind; adventurers and mercenaries surrounded the rotting and black wooden bulletin board, searching Looking at all the information above from the official wanted to the private commission; The Night Sacrifice stood on a wooden box on the corner of the street and looked down at the people passing by, distressed and helpless, continuing his unattended sermon with a dry voice; hiding his weapon and hiding his head and tail. People flashed on the streets with the dangerous atmosphere of "don’t come near" from time to time to talk about an unspeakable business; in the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two big guys who were vengeful in a bar beat each other heads amidst the noise Bloody, still reluctant to give up; shrewd and vicious hawkers habitually bargain with the same old and spicy customers, all wanting to squeeze the last bit of money from each other; the warriors gather in the dirty and run-down alleys, scratching their heads and posing on their heads An undisguised cry of bed came from the second floor in disrepair; a gambling gang cats gambling gambling on the corner of the street, from dealers, nurseries, thugs to the wind; a group of sneaky gangsters mysteriously Leaning together, thief staring at every passer-by, discussing in a low voice from time to time...

　　 "We shouldn't have come here at all to see the pickles all over the street-too dangerous."

　　Glover pushes away a hawker who wants to sell them goods.

　　 "Relax, we're safe for the time being, zombie-don't you mind if I call you that?" Thales' voice came from his side.

　　 Glover shook his head and said he didn't mind.

　　 But the zombie lowered his head and listened vigilantly to the movement behind him. His hands had been hidden under the cloak and held the hilt of the sword: in the alley where the three had just walked, a few fierce and evil gangsters were confronting two without money The poor man who paid his debts punched and kicked mercilessly.

　　 Cohen frowned, two steps to catch up, he relied on being tall. Three punches and two kicks blasted the debt collectors apart, but when he turned around, he found that the debtor who had been beaten was gone.

　　Looking at the police officer's behavior, Thales sighed, helplessly explain:

　　"First, we are all wearing cloaks, which implies that we have another identity or mission, and it also means that we may hide weapons. There is an unknown danger if we act on us."

　　"Second, your body shape and walking posture are not easy to provoke at a glance. With the configuration of the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards-the kind that can be played."

　　"Thirdly, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping incident, the Black Street Brotherhood sent a large number of people to the Red Square Street station to confront the Blood Bottle Gang, including a lot of dangers that could threaten us. People'."

　　"So in fact, we are much safer than we thought."

　　 Thales spoke and cast a glance at a street gangster who was secretly looking at them, who immediately looked away casually.

　　 "Well, what your Highness said is exactly what I want to say..."

　　 Cohen painfully touched the corners of his clothes that had been scratched just before stretching, and walked back to Thales and Glover unhappily:

　　 "Our... uh, what did you talk about just now?"

　　Glover gave Cohen a disdainful glance.

　　"When I was young, the Brotherhood had not yet risen. When I grew up, I rarely came here."

　　 The zombie said while he smashed a drunk alcoholic:

　　 "But no matter when, down town is very dangerous."

　　 Cohen held the drunkard in a hand, letting him slide down slowly against the wall, so as not to fall over.

　　The guard patted Glover on the shoulder:

　　 "You have to go out more, zombie, I also had the illusion of ‘it’s dangerous’ at first..."

　　 "Call me that again," Glover's face remained unchanged, his voice turned cold:

　　 "You will know: that is not an illusion."

　　 Cohen's smile froze on his face.

　　 Thales smiled and took the conversation:

　　"Xiacheng is home to most of the poor people in Yongxing City. It is also a community. Of course, it is not as dangerous as the people say. There is no going in, no coming back."

　　Glover nodded.

　　 Thales thought of something, and his voice was slightly lower: "At least it's not full of fangs, choose someone and eat..."

　　 But just now.

　　 Snap!

　　 Thales suddenly stretched out his hand and held down a dirty little girl who passed by him.

　　 Both Cohen and Glover were taken aback. The little girl looked at the teenager in panic, trying hard to struggle with the wrist clasped by Thales.

　　 "I thought you could tell," Thales said softly, and said to this thin girl who was only seven or eight years old:

　　 "I have no money with me"

　　 Thales made a big deal with the strong vigilante and vanguard:

　　 "The money bag is on them."

　　The dirty little girl was crying, but her eyes fluttered shrewdly from side to side.

　　 The memories of the street flooded in, Thales suddenly felt familiar, so he looked around.

　　 "Hey! What did you do to my daughter!"

　　 Sure enough, in the alley where the wanderings gather, a middle-aged woman with thick makeup like a paint tray and messy clothes like a clothespin rushed out just right, howling with a sharp and mean country accent. , Pointing at Thales and yelling:

　　 "Everyone, come and have a look, someone bullied the little girl in the street! Shameless! Shameless?"

　　 The passers-by turned their heads one after another, booing.

　　 "I tell you, Alessa is my baby!"

　　 "Her father is a vocal guy on this street, don't think about it unless you give an explanation—"

　　 The woman with heavy make-up looked up and found two tall, muscular cloak men—Cohen and Glover—stand by Thales.

　　 Her voice suddenly fell, and her smile instantly squeezed out:

　　 "Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

　　 The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter viciously:

　　"I knew that you are a little **** restless! Have you taken something from someone again, ah? How many times has your mother taught you? Even if you want it, you can’t just take people’s things! This is the most basic character of life Hurry, hand it over! Apologize to brother!"

　　 "Don't worry, she didn't take anything."

　　 Thales smiled slightly and released his right hand.

　　 The girl named Alessa cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, not forgetting to give Thales a vicious look the same as her mother.

　　 "What's the matter, dear?" Like a drama, a sloppy hooligan came up wickedly and viciously. Behind him were five or six similarly ill-intentioned **** or hobos:

　　 "I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"

　　 Thales frowned slightly.

　　 Hearing the man’s voice, the woman immediately changed her face instinctively and became vicious again:

　　"Wow, since she didn’t take anything, then you are a good person! Let me tell you, Yongxing City has a king's law! We are poor if we are poor, but people are not short of dignity and no dignity Price, you are so innocent..."

　　"So it's you?" The gangster came up with his ears, squinting at Thales:

　　 "To bully people, slander my daughter as a thief in the street..."

　　 But the next moment, Glover turned round and raised his arm neatly, and punched out!

　　 With a bang, the leading gangster flew out two meters in blood and fell to the ground without moving.

　　 Amidst the exclamation of the onlookers, the comrade behind him saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly dispersed.

　　 The woman trembled when she saw this, and her voice went low again.

　　 "Ah, misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings, please forgive me," she flattered and apologized, while slapped Alessa severely:

　　 "She's been in a bad brain since she was young..."

　　 The three were relatively speechless, watching the woman scolding the girl all the way and dragging the girl into the alley, and soon they appeared on another pair of intersections, looking for the next target.

　　 Under the eyes of Glover and Cohen, the passers-by who hadn't seen it as a good show sighed with disappointment and turned to leave.

　　 Thales sighed and continued what he said before:

　　"Of course, this place is not as safe as you think, especially when you gradually lose your guard against it, like..."

　　 "Like a desert."

　　Unexpectedly, the person who answered the question turned out to be Cohen.

　　 Thales and Glover turned their heads together.

　　 "It is dangerous and safe."

　　 I saw the police officer looking at the Oriole who was holding his daughter and staring sneakily at passersby on the street, silently.

　　 Cohen sighed faintly, but escaped as usual:

　　 "Neither dangerous nor safe."

　　 "Have you been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.

　　 Cohen shook his head and didn't answer, obviously not in high spirits.

　　 Thales also remembered something, and nodded:

　　"It’s like all people in the world only hear the name, but don’t know the real shore and distance."

　　 "Even if we are only separated by a wall from there, very close."

　　 is as far away as the sky.

　　The difference between clouds and mud.

　　 Cohen regained his senses unhappily:

　　 "Speaking of which, where are we going?"

　　 Thales watched the police officer's abnormal behavior and smiled lightly:

　　 "Where there is an answer."

　　 Cohen and Glover Qi frowned, puzzled.

　　 confused, they can only follow behind the prince step by step, deep into this increasingly complex and dangerous neighborhood.

　　 Glover grew up on Red Square Street in the Western District, but he knows very little about the downtown market, and although Cohen works for the Security Department, he does not seem to be familiar with this place, and the two stumbled along the way. Unbearable, on the contrary, Thales walked through the streets and was familiar with the road—he was already familiar with this place, and with the help of "Never Lost", he was even more handy without stagnation.

　　 "This **** mud, the highways funds have been eaten by dogs... Your Highness, can I ask, this is obviously Xiacheng," after pulling his boots out of the mud pit for the third time, Cohen was embarrassed. Asked:

　　"But why are you so skilled!"

　　 On the other side, Glover said nothing, but roughly kicked off a stone blocking the way and followed the prince's footsteps.

　　 "Didn't I tell you?"

　　 Thales lied casually without changing his face:

　　"The Canstar royal family has the blessing and blessing of gods and will never get lost."

　　Huh?

　　"Blessing? Blessing? Never get lost?"

　　 Cohen scratched his head.

　　 Say that, my old man is lying to me again?

　　 When I was young, he clearly told me that the royal family of Canstar bears an eternal curse...

　　 "So follow me, don't get lost," Thales somehow remembered the journey in the black path, he shakes his cloak and steps forward:

　　 "Some roads are like life. Once they are left behind, they can never go back."

　　 Glover thought of something, but he just tightened his cloak, taciturn.

　　 "So, you said, you want to come here to find the answer? Xiacheng." Cohen stared carefully at his feet, guarding against the terrible road surface that was comparable to Camp Blade Ya.

　　 Thales nodded.

　　 "To be honest, my day has been very ups and downs."

　　"Hope and gray alternate, walk smoothly with setbacks, surprises are mixed, and joys and sorrows are connected."

　　 Thales goes all the way, passing through several doorways skillfully, quietly and authentically:

　　 "Just like the past few months, the past six years, the past... the whole life."

　　Glover and Cohen were startled.

　　 "Tell me, have you seen hopeless people who are desperate and desperate?"

　　The young man moved forward, looking at the hustle and bustle all over the street, his lips curled up.

　　 Cohen's eyes rolled: "I have seen quite a few--"

　　Glover frowned: "Yes--"

　　 The voices of both sides rise and fall at the same time, and they can't help but glance at each other.

　　 "Huh?" Thales urged absently.

　　 "In the Great Desert--" Cohen continued to speak.

　　 "West Front Battlefield--" Glover said at the same time.

　　 Cohen and Glover looked at each other again, both of them were full of irritation that they "snatched me".

　　 "I'm in the battle to clean up--"

　　"During the desert war--"

　　 The two people who had already disliked stopped again and looked at each other fiercely:

　　 "Hey, hey, are you enough--"

　　 "Insert me again—"

　　 "You two!"

　　 Thales finally couldn't bear it.

　　"Do you need me to open a room so that you can continue to be romantic and loving each other?"

　　The security officer and the vanguard officer kept silent, Qi Qi hummed and turned away:

　　 "Huh."

　　 really is D.D's follower-this is Cohen who feels good about himself.

　　 is indeed Doyle’s relatives—this is a disdainful Glover.

　　 (In the Doyle’s mansion in Dongcheng District, DD, who was lying on the bed eating fruit and flipping through pornographic albums, was wounded by the way, and humming in comfort, DD sneezed a lot, shocking Doe outside the door Baron and his wife pounced into the room again heartbreakingly: "My poor son!")

　　 "Where did I... say it?" Thales exhaled, unhappy.

　　 "The desperate person--" Glover and Cohen once again said in unison, and the two frowned at each other.

　　 Thales nodded, looking at the chaos and disorder all over the street, thoughtfully:

　　 "Now, meeting these people in Xiacheng makes me feel that I am still living in a normal world, not in the circle of other people..."

　　 some other people...

　　 Cohen and Glover started thinking at the same time, but they had different answers.

　　 But Thales did not expect their answer, he just sailed in his own memory:

　　 "Have you ever seen someone who treats rudeness as a full-featured personality, and yin and yang strangeness as a good sentence?"

　　 Cohen sighed: "When I was a kid—"

　　Glover snorted coldly: "In the family——"

　　 The two sides who spoke at the same time for countless times shut their mouths, their faces stiff.

　　 Thales looked at them suspiciously:

　　 "You guys, are you sure you don't need to open a room?"

　　 Cohen and Glover held their faces, they both decided to die without speaking.

　　 Thales sighed softly: He missed Wya and Rolf.

　　Prince continued to sigh:

　　"Also, the pretending to be high and deep is regarded as style reserved, and speculation and suspicion are regarded as daily social interaction..."

　　"And taking the tacit understanding of the unspoken rules as a matter of course, and taking duplicity as the rule of life..."

　　"Treat hypocrisy as a proper etiquette, and treat ambiguity as an impeccable person..."

　　 "Unfortunately, these people, I have seen all these days."

　　 Thales sighed:

　　 "Maybe see you again in the future."

　　"And they all set their sights on me, whether it is hope or persecution, scrutiny or disdain, they all hope to find the answer here and answer the questions they cannot answer."

　　 Thales' eyes are sad:

　　 "But they were wrong."

　　The prince pulled a clothes pole and walked down a step.

　　 "I have no answer."

　　 "At least there is no answer they want, not even the answer I want."

　　 Thales stepped on the dirt road in his memory step by step, just like years ago.

　　 nothing seems to have changed.

　　The emotions of the prince infected Glover and Cohen, and the two thought separately, silently.

　　"In their eyes, I can't feel myself, I don't know what I am doing, what I am going to do, what I can do."

　　 Thales took them out of the alley to another street, which was much more dilapidated, but much quieter.

　　 "I don't even know who I am."

　　 Thales looked at the deserted and sparse street from a distance and fell silent.

　　"You are rich and intelligent, and you are brilliant," Glover said stiffly:

　　 "Natural body is an important task, far beyond ordinary people."

　　 "That," Cohen returned to his senses and was anxious when he heard the words:

　　 "Me, I think so too!"

　　 The zombie gave him a sideways glance.

　　 Thales glanced back at them and smiled.

　　 "Yes, ‘it’s okay, destiny will prepare everything for you’, my father once said so."

　　 Thales looked at the unevenness of his feet and moved forward again.

　　 "In six years, this sentence has always worked well."

　　"Especially when I was still in the Northland."

　　"At that time, I didn't have a chance to hesitate," Thales frowned, remembering the sad and laughing dead crow, "you can stop hesitating."

　　 But Thales looked up suddenly.

　　"But..."

　　you avoid an alley where thieves gather:

　　"If fate is also lazy, what about laziness?"

　　Glover and Cohen both frowned.

　　 "If even destiny refuses to show me its appearance, just put on an empty mirror, only let people see his helpless face in it," Thales gritted his teeth:

　　"Then how can I see my answer clearly?"

　　 Brother Luofo pursed his mouth, thoughtfully.

　　 Cohen's eyes widened, his face blank.

　　 "Have you ever played chess? "The Rise and Fall of the Empire"?"

　　 Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty and obstructed streets of Xiacheng District, raised his head in confusion, and looked towards the clear blue and spotless sky of Yongxing City.

　　Glover raised his head:

　　 "Yes."

　　 Cohen scratched his head embarrassedly, his voice getting smaller and smaller:

　　 "I, that, hey, I know the rules... No way, the old man taught his cousin all his chess skills..."

　　 Thales smiled slightly.

　　"Since I returned to the kingdom, many people have wanted to play chess with me these days, and I am all satisfied."

　　 Thales continued to move forward, his eyes getting sharper:

　　 "There is one of the most special people."

　　"It is not what I am used to."

　　 They walked onto an unfamiliar street, where houses and laneways were stacked on top of each other, and they could barely see the order when they were first planned.

　　 is still full of beggars and gangsters, unable to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.

　　"Most people play chess, and all they see are pieces and games."

　　 Thales turned sideways to avoid a muddy carriage:

　　 "But he is not."

　　The prince's eyes were solemn.

　　"Whether six years ago or six years later, he was a maverick and different. Not only did he disdain to go off the court, he never glanced at the board, and even didn't care about the situation or the outcome of the game."

　　 Glover's brow furrowed and tightened, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.

　　 But Thales’ words carried invisible power, causing the two of them to subconsciously tighten their bodies.

　　"Because what he sees is only outside the chessboard, no matter how big or small, no matter how high or low, all are lonely and contemplative, going their own way-chess players."

　　 Thales clenched his fists.

　　 "He knows, or he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth:

　　"It is always the chess player who makes a choice on the chessboard."

　　 Legendary Wings, Anke Bailar, Jane Kevin Deere, and even the shadows on the throne in the Palace of Rejuvenation, flashed through Thales’s brain at this moment.

　　 "Every chess player, every chess player who achieves himself through different choices, always has a trace to follow."

　　 Thales took a deep breath.

　　"And he caught these, and only looked at the chess player, only the chess player as a piece-he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess player, it would not matter what kind of game he wanted."

　　"It’s like a king doesn’t respect blood," Thales gently pressed his chest:

　　"The bloodline is honored by the king."

　　 Glover and Cohen were silent, one dignified and the other ignorant.

　　 Thales gradually sorted out his thoughts, and his tone was jealous.

　　"He is an opponent I have never seen before. His moves cannot even be described as ‘smart’ and ‘inferior’."

　　"Connecting different players together is his chessboard."

　　"For this, he was willing to bind his hands and feet, even commit suicide and give off his son, even overturning the chessboard."

　　 Thales' eyes are dim, and his thoughts don't belong.

　　"Just like some players can operate, some players can operate, some players understand skills, and some players look at the overall situation..."

　　 "But he..." Thales sighed:

　　"He just stared at the power supply of the mainframe with one heart and one mind!"

　　 Cohen finally didn't feel lonely anymore: he saw with satisfaction that at this moment Glover also showed a dazed and ignorant look.

　　 "It's good to get used to it," the police officer patted Glover on the shoulder contentedly as he was coming over:

　　"This is the way the prince is. He often babbles, I have seen..."

　　 "I am his guardian who accompanies him day and night," the zombie's face became cold, and he threw Cohen's hand away without giving face:

　　 "No need to remind you."

　　 But Thales ignored these little details. He concentrated on his thoughts.

　　"He chose, or he believed that he chose the king and the chess player, not the blood and the game."

　　The prince took a deep breath, but in an instant he felt a little bit of uncertainty and hesitation.

　　"But how can he be sure," Thales said slowly:

　　"If you are honored by your bloodline, you must be able to glorify the bloodline?"

　　"A piece in a chess game must be a chess player?"

　　 Thales looks back:

　　 "What did you say?"

　　 Glover and Cohen, who were struggling with each other's eyes, were shocked and both returned to their senses.

　　 "I can't give you the answer." Glover said stiffly.

　　 "I, I, I still don't understand..." Cohen worked hard for a long time, still frustrated.

　　 "His Royal Highness is playing games," Glover coldly reminded the companion who was unclear with his sister:

　　"With a distant opponent that we can't see, a big man who is difficult to deal with."

　　Glover gave a sharp look:

　　"Or, more than one person."

　　 Thales nodded approvingly.

　　 The guard blinked and shook his head.

　　 "No, you are politically involved, so many twists and turns..."

　　 But before Cohen could answer, Thales moved forward again, leaving Cohen, who was trying to express his opinions, behind him, leaving the grievances behind.

　　 "So he is forcing me, forcing me into the game."

　　 Thales thinks of the past, his face is cold:

　　"Or, he knows, once a player like me enters the game..."

　　"He will become the player he wants."

　　 Thales tensed his muscles unconsciously.

　　 "For this, he gave me a sword."

　　 The prince’s gaze straightened forward, penetrating the streets, as if he had seen something.

　　 "Because he knows, or he believes, no matter where the blade is, no matter what the sword is drawn, block or attack, chop or stab, once I pick up the sword..."

　　 Thales quietly said:

　　 "I can't put it down anymore."

　　 Feeling the struggle and hesitation of the Duke of Xinghu, Glover did not speak.

　　 Cohen winked hard.

　　 "Where to go, what is going on... sword... uh..."

　　 Cohen's eyes are deep at first, then at a loss:

　　 "I, sorry, I... I still don't understand too much."

　　 "It's okay, Cohen," Thales returned to his senses and exhaled, "It's a good thing not to understand."

　　The prince looked at him complicatedly:

　　 "It means you are very happy."

　　 "Don't worry."

　　 But unexpectedly, the police officer shook his head decisively.

　　 "No, no, no, my lord, although I know you are scolding me secretly, but Master Jedi told me that when you don't know whether to lift the sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but still firmly said :

　　 "It's time to ask your "heart of the sword"."

　　 Thales was taken aback.

　　"What?"

　　"Heart of the Sword," Cohen said solemnly and seriously:

　　 "In the Tower of End, you cannot graduate without this."

　　 "Huh," Glover chuckles with his arms:

　　 "It's the magic theory of the broken tower again."

　　 Cohen gave Glover a dissatisfied look, but after all, he did not conflict with the opponent, but turned to ask Thales:

　　"This is the overall view of the End Tower on the power of end: the power of end is not a tool, but the "self"."

　　"It’s training is not a practice of skill, not just a repetition of the same thing, but an inner temper, it is a questioning to further understand the self every time: power and itself, external and spiritual, skill and personality, behavior With faith, the sword is on the outside, the heart is on the inside, the skills are on the outside, and the power of ending is inside. Only the duality of internal and external complements each other to reach the peak of the power of ending."

　　 Thales thoughtfully.

　　 Cohen showed nostalgic eyes:

　　"For this, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the End Tower must embark on a journey to find their own uniqueness-there is no difference between strengths and weaknesses, only suitable or not -' The heart of the sword is connected inside and outside to become a great weapon."

　　 "Your sword must go hand in hand with your heart, and your ideas are connected."

　　"Otherwise, at a certain moment, your heart will always be out of touch with your sword-your martial arts skills will get half the result, and the power of ending will be stagnant, just like you can't force a delicate swordsman to open wide. Dahe cannot force the bold and wild fighters to work hard."

　　 are parallel and have the same ideas.

　　 Thales was a little surprised, thinking of Ricky’s explanation of the power of ending in the prison of bones.

　　Glover disdain to hum:

　　"It sounds like the sky is falling in the sky, let's fight..."

　　 Cohen ignored Glover, but looked at Thales:

　　 "What about you, where is your sword's heart, Your Highness?"

　　 Thales was silent.

　　 At that moment, he suddenly remembered what Falkenhaus said.

　　【Hold on to your sword. 】

　　【Don't lose it. 】

　　 But at this moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart beat!

　　 "It's over, young masters."

　　 Almost at the same time, Cohen and Glover also changed their colors. They vigilantly and solemnly bent their knees and pressed their swords into a fighting posture!

　　 Thales noticed that at some point, the streets around them were empty and weirdly silent.

　　 Directly ahead, a tough-faced, muscular man hugged his arms and stared at them scorchingly.

　　 A piece of black silk is tied to his left arm and shakes lightly.

　　 "It seems that the scum along the way did not lie," the guy looked at the movements of Cohen and Glover, his eyes changed:

　　"It is indeed a hard idea, worthy of this cloak, no wonder we dare to do our street business."

　　 Thales stared at the black silk cloth in silence.

　　 "Super Order." Glover stared at the tough man:

　　 "He makes me uncomfortable."

　　 Cohen took a deep breath.

　　 "I recognize this guy, he is on the list of criminal offenders in the Security Department," the security officer is eager to try:

　　 "'Thunder Axe' Oschu, used to serve in the warship of the East China Sea."

　　"Just take this opportunity to take him..."

　　 But at this moment, Oschu whistled softly.

　　 Soon, the sound of footsteps rang from all directions, from fragmented to deafening.

　　 Within a few seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three of them.

　　 Glover and Cohen first calculated the number of people, and they all changed.

　　 "This too..." Cohen's expression twitched.

　　 "Too many, this number is extraordinary." Glover concluded solemnly.

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 Cohen exhaled:

　　 "Damn it, the guy with a gloomy look at the back left, I remember, "Quiet Killer" Lyyoke, whose origin is still unknown."

　　 Thales turned his head to the left. As expected, he saw the familiar face-Lyok leaned against the wall, bowed his head and said nothing. No one of the dozen thugs around him dared to approach him.

　　"There is also the right side, that is the'cone' Ed Leonsa. In the big bazaar, there must be him, a desperate Northlander, to collect money and collect debts."

　　 "Strange, these desperadoes have different subordinates, and they shouldn't get together normally." Cohen thought.

　　 Glover did not speak, he just moved his arm to confirm the extent of the impact of his whiplash on his movement.

　　"Welcome to the underground street, young masters who do not know where they are from."

　　Auschu took the axe handed by his subordinates, stepped forward, and smiled and showed the axe blade:

　　"Black Street Brotherhood~IndoMTL.com~Say hello to you,"

　　 Underground Street.

　　 Thales sniffed instinctively.

　　 As expected, he smelled the musty smell in his memory.

　　 was a place he was familiar with, and Thales was in a daze.

　　 "Only the same..."

　　 "Come here to play," Thunder Axe shook his head with a tut:

　　 "Tickets are required."

　　Auschu waved his hand gently, and the malicious thugs around slowly approached the three of them.

　　 "I have fireworks for help. The head of the West City Security Department will definitely be talking afterwards, and then buckle me..." Cohen touched his waist unhappy.

　　 "I have, too, from the Royal Guard, but with the flag wing..." Glover said dumbly.

　　 But at this moment, Thales was generous and took a step forward without hesitation!

　　 "Really, tickets?"

The boy under the 　　 cloak ignores the dark crowd of the Brotherhood and looks straight at Oschu.

　　 "You know, I like it here."

　　 "The feeling every time I come in," With a complex and subtle mood, Thales looked at the familiar streets around him, and said with emotion:

　　 "It's like going home."

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