Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 96: Private grievances

"You mean, Constance Canxing, my little aunt?"

Tyles repeated it subconsciously

Constans.

Little Scourge.

Escape marriage.

And...

"The Tenth Giant?"

"Uh huh," Morris smiled knowingly, then glum

"I still remember that when we finally returned to the realm of stars after a lot of hardships, the small catastrophe asked to get drunk as a goodbye, so we sneaked into the liquor of a big dog Cellar, crying and laughing until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, after sobering up, we discovered that the wine cellar she found was actually the material of the General Security Department of Gonghai City. Library."

Thyls raised his brows, remembering what Aunt Elise had told him about Constance’s "glorious" past, tentatively saying

"I heard that she is'lively'?"

"Lively?"

Morris recalled the past, but sighed helplessly

"Black Sword said, the Goddess of Sunset probably caught a cold while creating Constance. She missed her hand and dropped her soul into the prison river and rinsed it out. She could only pretend to be nonchalant, and quickly fished it out without God’s attention. Come on, just stuff it up..."

"For her and her troubles along the way..."

Morris's expression is mixed.

But he shook his head, decisively disconnected from the past, and became solemn again.

Tyles couldn't help smiling as he listened to the other party's words, and began to imagine the performance of his famous and unreliable aunt and the wandering "Big Nine".

But when he thought of the cold little stone urn in Canxing's tomb, his smile disappeared.

"So this is your encounter with Horace."

Thyls goes back to the present, sternly.

"You don't seem to like him very much?"

Hearing the name again, Morris's expression also became unsightly.

"No one likes him."

The fat guy from the Brotherhood snorted coldly

"The reverse is also true."

No one likes Horace.

Seeing his perception of Horace, doubts flooded Thales' mind.

"Then why do you still work for him?"

The prince frowned

"Adventure for him and commit great injustice?"

Morris gave him a deep glance.

The fat man sneered lightly, with contempt on his face.

"We don't work for him."

He said coldly, "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, there is no human perversion."

The cold-blooded butcher.

Thyls became more puzzled

"But--"

"We are willing to pierce the black sword with both sides, just as he is willing to fight through fire and water for us," the fat man interrupted him, as if he did not want to talk more.

"That's it."

Thyls chewed on his words, neglecting the logic.

"You mean... to die for Horace, this is Black Sword's decision," the prince squinted, "and you are just... assisting?"

Morris twitched at the corner of his mouth, noncommittal.

"I remember, you said that Black Sword and Horace are old acquaintances?"

The boy raised his head and rearranged his thoughts.

Black sword.

It seems that he is the key.

"What is the relationship between them? What did he owe Horace? Or did Horace give the Black Sword?"

"So that he was willing to be born and die for the second prince, and still bring you brothers who live and die to accompany you?"

Morris still doesn't answer, just staring at him closely.

A few seconds later, the fat man smiled softly, but his eyes looked at Thales more interesting.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah," Morris smiled slyly, repeating his words

"Why did you stop?"

Thyls' expression changed.

And the fat man's eyes are still locked on him.

"Okay." Thales snorted coldly, thinking that this guy is really doing a good deal.

He started to miss the joy of the Northlanders.

"Although the clues are messy and unrelated to each other," the prince solemnly said.

"But in terms of what I have seen and heard, the things that the Kingdom Secret Division has done recently are generally converged in three directions."

Morris listened carefully.

"The most likely and most urgent one is the Western Wilderness."

Thyls couldn't help but feel heavy when he thought of Anke Bailar.

"This involves the military system, the grievances of the nobles, and political history. One bad thing is war and bloodshed-and there happens to be the birthplace and nest of the Blood Bottle Gang."

Morris frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Secondly is the South Bank collar."

The prince said lightly

"As far as I know, the commerce there is prosperous, and the life is rich. If there is any place in the Kingdom's Secret Division that can be used by you and the blood bottle... you should be more familiar than me."

Morris thoughtfully.

"In the end, it was the blade leader, but I don't understand there, I only know that this may be related to the local enfeoffment structure."

Thyls closed his mouth.

The silence returned between the two.

"That's it?"

Morris was a little lost and asked.

"Just three place names? Three dukes? Nothing?"

Thyls sneered softly.

"That's secret science, why, do you want more?"

Morris tried to digest the information, his expression gradually changed

"Western Wilderness, South Bank, Blade, and us—are you **** kidding me?"

Thyls didn't mean to be polite to him at all.

"Why, do you think a prince came to the infamous Xiacheng district, just joking with a gang leader?"

"Who knows, maybe you are really lascivious to tease women?"

Tyles gave a polite but hypocritical smile.

Morris thought seriously for a while, then looked up again.

"Well, suppose what you are saying is true... If such a big thing is really involved, what can you expect from us?"

"In other words, great things in the kingdom, what can we street punks do, just lie down and do it."

Thyls was silent for a moment.

"Tell me, Morris, back then, when your Big Nine took over that costly errand," the prince said lightly

"Have you ever thought that you will come into contact with the oldest royal family in the world?"

"Have you ever thought about your today?"

Morris's expression narrowed slightly, his eyes dark.

Thyls sighed and took a deep breath.

He walked to the next shelf.

It’s very strange. Although it’s narrow and narrow, not brighter and spacious than Mindis Hall, and not more classical than Fuxing Palace, Thales felt that breathing was smoother, much better than the latter two.

But only one thing remains the same.

Chain.

"Boss Morris, this world is full of invisible chains that connect everyone, everything, and every factor."

Morris listened, but looked puzzled.

"But they are not simply one after the other, simply end to end, not simply pulling one end to drive the other."

"On the contrary, every chain is inlaid with each other. You have me in you, and I have you in me. Each pair of inlays has different methods, pushing and pulling, squeezing and rubbing. Each node is unique and has its own rules. , Never repeat."

Tyles faintly looked at the gap in the shelves on both sides, imagining chains piercing from side to side, and finally gathered on his body, locking him firmly.

Kessel, Renaissance Palace, Gilbert, Imperial Conference, Mallos, Mindis Hall, Anke Bailar, Royal Banquet, Raphael, Black Prophet, Kingdom Secret Section...

This time, he felt that these chains were tied round and round on his body, if they had substance.

The young man stretched out his hand slowly, as if he felt the unique coldness of that inch of metal.

"This is our world. The interaction of interactions on all levels forms the most complex and subtle influence mechanism-even if it is two chains that seem the least likely to be connected, they may hide beyond imagination. Link."

Tyles stretched out his hand and closed his eyes in a trance

"Pull one end, but all the others are driven, and then they are pulled back, affecting the original chain."

"Do you believe it, sometimes, a **** fight by a gang group may affect the ultimate ownership of a king."

Morris couldn't understand why.

Tyles took his left hand gently, and put the scar on his palm, together with the imaginary chain, into his fist, and then pressed it firmly on his chest.

There, the burning scars under the clothes seem to be aching.

Thyls opened his eyes suddenly.

"Similarly, the growth and decline of the two largest gangs in the kingdom is actually the most interesting barometer."

Morris's expression changed.

"When something happens in the kingdom, it will be reflected in the people's livelihood at the bottom of the population. Changes in iron smelting, mining, food and agriculture, taxation, price levels, stocks, benefits increase and decrease, life is good or bad, and the blood bottle is related to the big nobles. The interests of the lords and the Brotherhood are deeply rooted in the circle of the poor. When the two lose their balance, it is time for both of you to fight or negotiate."

Morris fell into thought, his brows tightening.

In a few seconds.

"The kingdom? With us?"

The brother of the brotherhood laughed, his eyes cold.

"Come on, you're just being alarmist and exaggerating."

The fat man stared at Thales's eyes closely

"From finance to market, from budget to taxation, from administration to people's livelihood, do you know how many hurdles must be experienced from top to bottom, from one end to the other of the chain? Do you think it is a puppet show? , As soon as the king’s finger moves, the street gangsters will open the film?"

Thyls stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"So, you really understand."

The prince looks at him like a leisure

"At least he understands better than Lancer's intelligence."

Morris's complexion became a little ugly.

"Well, I will trust you for the time being," Thales turned around and played with the goods on the other side

"I believe you are serving Horace because of the black sword,"

"But it still doesn’t make sense. After Horace’s death and the **** years passed, what kept you in the capital, stepped into the quagmire like Xiacheng, willing to become the bottom gang, take root and grow, and dedicated your life ."

Morris became serious.

But soon, the solemnity on his face turned into playfulness.

"Hei Jian mentioned it."

Thyls frowns

"What?"

Maurice's eyes showed sly.

"After returning from the Northland, Black Sword told us," he looked at Thales's back. "Maybe someday, a little prince will come to the door and be interested in our relationship with the Scarlet Year. ."

"It seems to be today."

Thyls' expression changed, and he put down the goods in his hands.

Damn it.

It seems that it was not accidental that they recognized themselves.

The connection between Black Sword and these people is closer than he thought.

"Don't tell me, did you form the Brotherhood to avenge Horace?"

Thyls ignored him, determined to keep the initiative in his hands.

"According to you, Horace should be less attractive."

At this time, however, Morris walked to the window and sighed.

"Child, have you ever picked flax bales?"

Thyls keeps up with him "What?"

"Of course you don't, a pampered prince."

Morris raised his hands and looked at the rough fingers, his eyes lost.

"But I did."

Thyls tilted his head in confusion.

"Grasp the roots, look at the head and tail, bunch by bunch, bunch by bunch, beating and threshing, picking and sorting, stacking and stacking, step by step," the fat man looked into the distance outside the window, meaningful. "At first, you I thought this job was simple and clear, and I could get away soon."

"But you soon discovered that from the first bundle of the first bundle, the fluff popped up unexpectedly and returned to the bundle."

"You think it's just a small problem, but as the progress continues, pick a bunch, pop out one bunch, more and more bunches are out of control, tangled and tangled."

Morris's brows tangle tightly

"Over time, all the out-of-control hemp bundles even entangled with each other, tangled together, disrupting the whole bundle of flax bundles. You can't find the head, the root, the grip, and the shake. But I can’t get rid of it, I can’t pull it out."

"When you get back to your senses, even your own hands and feet will be **** early. The tighter and tighter they are, it is difficult to extricate themselves."

He is startled and authentic

"At that moment, all the flax became a mess that you can't recognize, let alone unravel."

"And you are faced with a mess, but you are getting deeper and deeper, unable to do anything."

The sinking deeper and deeper, there is nothing I can do.

Thyls didn't interrupt him. On the contrary, the prince followed his gaze, looking at the dirty street outside the window thoughtfully.

"You have a noble background, so you feel that the invisible chains are unclearly entangled and troublesome?"

Morris squeezed his fingers and sneered lightly

"Next time, try flax-feel the suffering of the folk."

The two were silent for a while.

But Thales felt that he was reading something.

"Where are the others?"

Thyls sighed.

"Apart from you and Black Sword, what about the others in the Big Nine?"

Morris turned his head, glanced at him coldly, and did not answer.

Looking at the other's expression, and thinking of the confrontation between Ashida and Black Sword, Thales suddenly knew the answer.

"What happened in the Bloody Year?" he asked softly.

Morris was silent for a while, then turned his head.

Somehow, looking at his expression, Thales suddenly remembered the people in the prison of bones.

It makes him feel disappointed.

"Enough, let's go." He exhaled, ignored Morris, walked out of the shelf, greeted the two of Glover, and walked toward the store.

"Master, where is your mansion?"

Grove suddenly walked out of the counter and approached Thales, but was stopped by Glover.

I saw the boss rubbing his hands cleverly, and his face was flattering, "The typhoid medicine you want, I can hire a carriage to send it..."

Thyls frowned.

"Stored here," the boy said coldly

"When I need to use it, I will notify this local friend to pick it up."

Tyles glanced at Morris behind him.

The Grove froze suddenly.

The fat guy from the Brotherhood gave a cold snort

"Of course."

"Huh," Cohen popped out dissatisfied

"Why do you guys become good friends--"

"Goodbye, Jenny," Thales didn't look at the police officer, but looked at the young lady boss with a complicated expression, "and..."

The young man was silent for a moment, quiet way

"Thank you."

Jenny looked at him silently, and smiled.

"You're welcome," the good girl who has been married as a wife responded softly

"It should be."

"Please take care, my kind master."

She speaks mildly and her eyes are calm.

The same as before.

Tyles glanced at Jenny for the last time, with emotions in her eyes rolling

"Ah, so are you."

Thyles remembered something, waved to Glover, pointed at Grove in front of the counter casually, and then left the pharmacy.

The zombie froze for a moment, and reached out to his waist, but remembered that his purse had been generously thrown to Cici at the Laiya Club.

Glover turned to Cohen awkwardly.

The police officer also froze for a moment, and stretched out his index finger to point himself.

Me?

Glover frowned and made a urging expression

Otherwise?

Cohen held down the same deflated wallet around his waist, and suddenly felt bitter when he remembered that his salary had been deducted almost to the bottom this month.

"Why," the killer Leyoke appeared at the right time and hummed coldly to Cohen

"Should the security officer force the credit to bully the market?"

Cohen became angry for a while.

Tyles walked in front and didn't see it, but Morris behind him was observant and smiled heartily

"It's okay."

"The bill is for the Brotherhood."

The owner, Grove, behind him was taken aback for a moment, then shivered with a bitter expression.

Morris realized what, haha ​​laughed

"Don't be nervous, old man, it's not the kind of ‘checkout’, this time we’re really checking out, um, paying for real money."

Grove gave an ugly smile.

Morris hooked his hand, and his subordinate took out a purse and put it on the counter.

Old Grove didn't expect the other party to pay the bill, and he was flattered.

But Morris did not mean to end.

"Hey, old man."

I saw him clasp Grove's shoulders and looked intimate.

Grove flicked.

Before the boss could respond, Morris gently patted him on the cheek.

"Next time, if you let me hear that you beat your wife..."

Morris smiled, and said nothing, his smile disappeared.

Only the fleshy face is still shiny.

Grove's lips trembled, his whole body shaking more and more, and he couldn't help nodding.

Morris patted Grove's chest boldly, almost patted the latter on his back.

The fat man then let go of him and walked out of the shop.

After the unusual group of customers left, the drugstore owner took a breath and fell softly into his wife's arms.

"Jenny, then...who is that?"

However, to Grove’s surprise, Jenny, who has been only a low eyebrow since the helper era, has continued to remain unchanged until the wife’s era, but at this time she reveals a profoundness that he has never seen before. expression.

"A friend."

Jenny held her husband and looked at the black hair behind Thales faintly, her eyes were complicated and subtle

"A long, long time ago..."

"Children."

Grove's eyes widened, and his eyes hovered between the traveling guest and his wife. In any case, he couldn't believe that Jenny would have such a friend.

It wasn't until Thales and Morris disappeared on the corner of the street that Jenny recovered and sighed.

But when she turned her head, she saw her husband rubbing his hands, flattering.

"My dear, what is the style of the dress you saw last time," Grove pleased with a small smile and smiled

"Should I buy it for you?"

Jenny, who knows her husband's virtues well, raised her eyebrows helplessly and rolled her eyes.

On the muddy streets of the Underground Street, Glover and Cohen followed Thales closely. Not far behind them, Morris paced leisurely, chatting with Leyoke and his subordinates one after another. To the sky.

The people along the way first hugged and whispered unkindly after seeing the three of Thales, and then after seeing Morris, they looked scared and avoided.

"Just now, Your Highness," the zombie first glanced vigilantly at Morris behind him, and said in a low voice.

"If you want to help the lady in the store, you can use a more...suitable method."

"Without making her suspect that you are..."

Glover hesitated and didn't finish.

"Flirting?"

Tyles said lightly, help him complete this sentence

"Still interested?"

Glover frowned, making it inconvenient to answer.

"Ah, I'm about to tell you about this!"

Hearing this, Cohen's ear moved, and he spoke to Thales with all his heart

"I know that when you are at your age, you will start to be interested in girls, but we must develop a correct concept of love, and don't treat sexual harassment as flirting with men and women..."

"You are right, Karen."

But Thales didn't look at Cohen, but looked at the way forward blankly.

"I want to help Jenny."

"Not to harm her."

Glover was slightly startled, he quickly glanced behind him, if he realized something.

Only Cohen was confused and blinked again and again.

Thyls sighed.

"So, do you think she is happy?"

Tyles walked through a familiar street, trying his best to forget the past

"Is she really satisfied with that kind of husband, is she really satisfied with that kind of life?"

Unexpectedly, the prince would ask this question, and Glover and Cohen were taken aback.

"Of course not."

Glover hesitated for a moment, he must be authentic

"But at least, she gritted her teeth and found a way to survive."

Thyls turned his head "Huh?"

Glover let out a breath.

"Lily--someone, someone told me," the zombie said, "Life is miserable, very bitter."

Glover's eyes moved

"But so what? Just get it done."

"Which posture is not beautiful."

"You can live in a pile of **** and urine."

Tyers listened to this, and looked at the ruin and dirt all over the street, and couldn't help sighing

"You are a survivor, Karen Glover."

"No, I am not."

Glover looked into the distance and said in a daze

"She is."

At this moment, Cohen sighed long beside him.

Tyles and Glover look sideways.

"Although I don't understand her words... medicine scales, bread or something."

"But I suddenly felt..." Cohen hesitated, his expression lost

"But when she said that no matter who she marries, she always exchanges her skirt for bread, I suddenly feel... sad."

Thyls frowns

"Why?"

"I don't know," Cohen shook his head, his tone aggrieved.

"But, but that's her life. She should be able to exchange for other things, and she should be able to exchange for something better."

The voice of the police officer lowered.

"But people only see her skirt."

"Always ask without asking, and just throw her bread."

Cohen is unhappy

"It seems that that is the only transaction, there is no other choice."

Glover snorted coldly.

"After all, there are men in this world who not only look at her skirts, but also who throw bread at her."

Glover satirically said

"Like you?"

Unexpectedly, Cohen did not quarrel with the "enemy" this time, but shook his head sadly.

"No, zombies, you don't understand, I don't think this is a problem that can be solved by finding one or two men or a good fight. It's not that simple..."

Cohen scratched his head desperately, as if trying to catch some inexplicable idea

"I just feel that she is facing an enemy that cannot be defeated."

Tyles squinted his eyes

"How to say?"

"How to say..."

Cohen is looking for a suitable vocabulary expression, his expression becomes more painful

"When I was still on the western front line, once, our troops captured a group of gray **** that invaded the border and hunted the caravan."

Glover moved his gaze and started to look at Cohen again.

"I was still young and not well-qualified, so I pulled up the translator and asked their leader why the orcs wanted to hunt us?"

"I thought it would talk about the history of blood feud between the two races, the glorious pride of the ancestors of the orcs, and even the interests inside and outside the desert..."

Cohen took a breath and said dullly

"It turned out that it was because humans hunted us."

Thyls was thoughtful, and Glover was expressionless.

"I asked it, can we stop hunting each other?"

"Of course it can answer with a smile."

"As long as one of them, kill all the other."

The autumn wind blew the street, and there was a moment of silence between the three.

Cohen let out a sigh of relief, both sadness and doubt in his eyes

"I swear, I have never been afraid of any gray bastard... But at that moment, facing the orc who was still laughing before death, I felt tired, bored, embarrassed, helpless, even ...For no reason."

I saw the heartless Cohen said in a daze

"It's like, it's as if my sword is no longer a flesh and blood body or a thick knife and axe, but an invisible iron wall. No matter how I slash it, it won't help."

"I even suspect that at that moment, my sword heart was shaking."

Thyls didn't speak, he just frowned.

"For this, I wrote back to the Tower of the End, to Rafi—a friend of mine, and he wrote back saying that since the age of ignorance, facing the orcs, we have won the battle for thousands of years, and we have also lost thousands People who have died for thousands of years."

"Why, it never brings peace?"

Cohen is superb and authentic

"Never."

Thyls sighed.

"Because we don't want peace in our hearts," Glover said in a sullen voice

"Because we, and them, are not used to peace."

Cohen smiled bitterly when he heard this

"Yes, maybe."

Cohen frowned immediately

"But just now, the words of the shopkeeper’s wife made me feel similar."

"Why, why do people always think that if she wants to marry and find a husband, she can only exchange her skirt for bread? She only looks at her skirt and men’s bread? Or is she only allowed to wear skirts and men Take bread?"

Glover shook his head

"I don't understand."

But Thales looked differently.

"I don't quite understand either." Cohen also shook his head.

But he was puzzled and puzzled

"I just think, I feel that no matter how much suffering I have suffered before, no matter how severely wounded, no matter how tragic battles I have fought, no matter how powerful enemies I have faced... the expression when I said this to her Comparing, it’s like, it’s like nothing."

Glover frowned and didn't understand.

Cohen scratched his head, worried about his poor language ability

"I feel as if the enemy she is going to face in this sentence is an iron wall, even better than all the enemies I can meet in my life, down to the criminals on the streets, the orcs on the battlefield. Pirates, the burning knights who went up to Exeter, the army of the North, and even the legendary demons and disasters..."

Cohen sighed

"All are more terrifying, powerful and terrifying countless times."

At that moment, Thales stopped.

Glover cast a questioning look at the prince.

While Cohen's eyes are ethereal

"Even if I reach the extreme, even if I inherit the title of the old man and command all his troops..."

"It's impossible to win."

Tyles took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that the chains that bound him invisibly were rubbing against each other as he raised his head, rustling.

"And she, the lady boss is just an ordinary woman," the guard sighed heartily, showing deep pity.

"She only has one pair of hands."

"This is not fair."

"Not at all."

This time, Glover also began to think deeply.

Thyls raised his hand lightly, and with his movements, the illusion of clanging chains became more obvious.

Yes.

This is not fair.

Thyls' lips sneered.

Not at all.

Behind them, Morris watched Thales stop, and also stopped moving forward, just staring at the three men with scorching eyes.

The surrounding passers-by, whether beggars or gangsters, traders or hired workers, as long as they knew the identities of Morris and Leyoke, all rushed to avoid them, and they did not dare to look at these people.

Tyles took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"If you can think so, Cohen," the prince smiled

"Then she has two hands."

Cohen, who was immersed in loss, came back to his senses and was taken aback when he heard the words.

"What?"

Thyls raised his finger and shook it, chuckling lightly

"Maybe dd is wrong."

Cohen blinked and touched his head innocently

"Huh?"

"Your brain, it may be...not very bright." Thales walked up to Cohn with a smile, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his finger to his forehead, and flicked it crisply.

"Wow!"

Cohen didn't expect that the dignified prince would attack him like this. He cried out, covering his head and backing away.

"But at least, compared to most people in this world..."

Tyles retracted his finger and looked at Cohen, who gritted his teeth as "how dare you" with interest, and said with emotion

"It's not broken yet."

Broken?

Cohen looked at him unhappy.

Just now.

"Thank you, idiot Qingpi." Glover said suddenly dull.

Hearing "Silly Crimson Skin", Cohen exhaled helplessly and turned his head back to be tough

"Huh, if I want to fight another fight, I'm not afraid...Huh?"

The police officer reacted, silly and authentic

"What did you just say?"

Glover sighed and walked forward, looking at Cohen's eyes seriously and awkwardly

"I said, thank you."

"Thanks," Cohn asked with doubts, then he put his forehead vigilantly back, then asked

"Thank you?"

Glover was silent for a while.

"Lilian."

Cohen's eyes widened.

The zombie said silently

"I know, you have been helping her. After she..., help her drive away the harassers."

"Thank you."

Glover glanced at Thales and sighed.

"Thank you for lending her an extra pair of hands."

Huh?

Cohen stared at Glover in a daze, and then at the amiable Thales, feeling their soft and melting eyes, he couldn't understand the current situation.

What happened to this special?

Thyls looked at this scene and smiled knowingly.

Just now.

"My dear... kid!"

The three turned their heads together.

I saw Morris rubbing his hands and walking forward accompanied by Leyoke and another subordinate. A few sneaky figures disappeared in the streets behind him.

"The front is the main block of the underground street," the fat boss of the Brotherhood smiled.

"If you don't like it, let me come to the tour guide to explain?"

Thyls frowned.

"No need," Cohen waved his hand, sternly refused

"We are decent people, not with you--"

Tyles lifted his footsteps and crossed Cohen, he spoke, and along with Glover's grappling motion, he choked off the guard's unfinished words ("Woooooooo! Don't bite!") In the mouth

"So, you have just discussed with other people in the Brotherhood-such as Black Sword -?"

"Don't you think I'm joking?"

Morris's expression stagnated.

"Ahahaha!" The brother of the brotherhood laughed and relieved the embarrassment

"Of course not!"

Under Thales’s gesture, Glover suppressed the impulse that came forward to stop (transformed into the strength to grab Cohen with his back), and watched Morris come forward and grabbed the prince’s shoulder. , The two walked forward with their shoulders on their backs.

"But think about it, you just gave us the names of three out-of-reach places, telling us that the secret department is going to do something in these places that you don't know what it is," Morris whispered in Thales Ears

"So we should wagging our tails and begging for you, who are bullying and bullying, and the back of the horse, just like the red turban before, become your watchdog and pawn?"

Thyls smiled.

"Morris, you don't look like a street gangster," the young man put his arms around the fat man's back, speaking with ease

"There is no such kind of rudeness and numbness of passing by, drunk and dreaming."

"As you said, I am in charge of the accounts," Morris blinked

"To spend, you must first budget."

"And I think, you want to deposit it with us," Morris's eyes lit up

"It should be more than that batch of medicines."

Thyls nodded, he recognized that they had come to the ground of the Black Gold Casino-the holy land of lower gamblers.

"First of all, I am neither Horace nor the Black Prophet."

"I am not your master, but I am not an enemy."

Tyles squinted his eyes

"You should be clear about the value of such me."

Morris did not speak.

Thyls chuckled lightly, "But I believe that you owe me more than this batch of potions?"

Morris glanced sharply.

But Thales still looked at the road indifferently, ignoring him.

A few seconds later, Morris grinned and let go of him.

"You said Constance is your aunt, right?"

Thyls turned his head.

Morris's expression cooled down

"Do you know how she died?"

Tyles felt tight.

He thought of Gilbert’s teachings and sighed.

"The Shield of Deception and Surreyton..."

"Ashida." Morris spoke softly.

Thyls spoke.

"Aishida Sackern." The fat man's voice sounded, appearing extra cautious in the messy street.

Only between the lines, there remains a coldness.

Thyls raised his eyebrows, in any case he did not expect the name to appear here

"What?"

Morris snorted and looked away.

"Eighteen years ago, in this city..."

His tone is vague.

"Magician of Qi," Morris spoke lightly, seemingly indifferent

"The immortal monster."

"In front of the Fuxing Palace..."

"Kill Constance."

Kill...

Kill...

Thyls spent three full seconds digesting the meaning of this sentence.

The demeanor, indifferent and graceful mentor image appeared before her eyes.

Constans?

But the boy can only stare his eyes wide and repeat the previous words in vain

"What?"

Morris looked at the sky and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the smell of blood.

"She bleeds from her seven orifices and suffered the cruelest pain in the world, and then she opened her eyes wide and died silently."

"Our little catastrophe, the little giant, she just lay on the ground, her eyes staring at the sky blankly."

Fatty's voice is a little trembling

"Lonely."

"Helpless."

"Cold."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly, making him unable to breathe.

Like the experience that the teacher brought him countless times.

"What?" He could only repeat it a third time.

"It was pinched to death together," Morris stared at the sky dreamily, ignoring the question of the second prince next to him

"There are also several other idiots in the'Nine Giants'-really idiots. How can people defeat the magician and defeat the disaster? Why should they go and why should they die?"

"It's right in front of me and Black Sword."

In an instant, countless complicated thoughts flooded into Thales's brain, even exceeding the upper limit of his capacity.

But, that night, under the giant statue of Nekaru, what the black sword said to the Qi magician was particularly clear

Twelve years ago~IndoMTL.com~, when you monster started killing in Fuxing Palace, why didn't you have such concerns?

What followed was also the last words of the frightening **** that day when the frightening girl was finally wiped out

Be careful with Ashida.

Thyls breathed in a trance.

"Apart from the site and interests, this is our personal grievance with the blood bottle helpers with red turbans."

"Black Sword, including the Brotherhood of Black Street," Morris lowered his head, unknowingly clenched his fists, and his words trembled

"Our existence."

"For someday."

He turned his head to look at Thales, his eyes flushed

"Let these unkillable monsters..."

"Pay the price."