Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 98: Weapon of the weak (part 2)

　　 "Are all... from the Brotherhood?"

　　They turned a corner, and Cohen looked suspiciously to both sides of the street:

　　 "It's all over the street?"

　　 Morris laughed and said nothing.

　　 "Of course not."

　　 Thales quickened his pace and walked to them coldly:

　　 "If it got there, the Brotherhood would have been wiped out."

　　 At that moment, Thales and Morris' eyes met in the air. The former was cold and the latter laughed, starting a game that only each other knew.

　　K Thales immediately changed his tone:

　　"But there is no doubt that when we appear in the vision of these people, we have been targeted by the Brotherhood."

　　 Cohen frowned, and Glover put his weapon on his hand subconsciously and watched every passerby on the street vigilantly.

　　 "Exactly," Morris laughed:

　　"Since you set foot on the first tile of the city, the artisan shops, street vendors, beggars, and merchant passersby on this road have already seen you clearly."

　　 Cohen raised his head and croaked fiercely:

　　"Bah, who doesn’t know, the shops on this street have to pay protection fees to the Brotherhood. They are all under your threat..."

　　 But it was Thales who interrupted him this time.

　　"But he was right." The prince looked at a shop outside, and a few day laborers were doing the hard work of unloading with sweat. "These people are indeed from the Brotherhood."

　　 Cohen was puzzled.

　　 is not a fraternity for a while, and a fraternity for a while...

　　 is it a brotherhood?

　　 Morris thoughtfully:

　　 "Oh, Your Highness, you know?"

　　 "I don't know," Thales didn't change his face:

　　 "I only know that you want to take this opportunity to show me my muscles and show me the heritage of the Brotherhood."

　　 Morris, who was called to break his mind, turned his head back.

　　 "Mr. Police Officer, and this...you are all from extraordinary backgrounds, you must know that you have seen the blood bottle help."

　　 Morris adjusted his emotions and chuckled, showing contempt and disdain:

　　"They have stretched for a hundred years and are gangster nobles with a long history and complicated background. The chain of interests behind them is deep and solid. Most of the members are black-handed and white-handed, scumbags walking in the gray area."

　　Glover's eyes fell on him.

　　 "But..." Morris changed his words, meaning:

　　 "Although it seems to you to do the same ‘business’, as their mortal enemy-the Brotherhood is completely different."

　　 At this moment, Thales narrowed his eyes and slowed down seeing a shop ahead.

　　 "Different?" Cohen shook his head disdainfully:

　　 "You mean, although they are both scumbags, they are old scumbags. Are you little scumbags?"

　　 Leyoke behind him let out a cold snort.

　　"This is your bar?"

　　 Everyone turned their heads together.

　　 I saw Thales standing still, looking at a tavern across the street: In the storefront of Mencroque, a man with a fierce face was lying uncomfortably behind the bar, and he stabbed the countertop with a knife.

　　 Cohen and Glover raised their heads and looked at the rusty old iron sign on the top of the pub:

　　【The sunset bless you. 】

　　 looks like it was taken down from a country church in the Temple of Sunset.

　　 Thales faintly looked at the familiar table and chair store in front of him, recalling the years he had traveled through it countless times:

　　 "The bartender, he looks fierce."

　　 Morris whistled from a distance, and the bartender with a ferocious face saw them, and immediately drew his knife in surprise, looking like "Do you want to fight?", but Morris immediately made a downward gesture.

　　Leyoke walked into the bar, patted the vicious bartender on the shoulder, talked to him, and finally calmed him back in the disappointed expression of the other person.

　　"That's the sunset bar."

　　 "It hasn't been a few months since Kerensky took over—his predecessor was brain-ridden and was in a bar fight."

　　 Morris looked at Kerensky’s face that was not close to a stranger, then looked at the deserted scene of the sun bar, and sighed:

　　"You may see: He is not good at this job."

　　 Thales nodded lightly, with melancholy that only he could understand:

　　"Being a bartender here is probably not easy."

　　things are wrong.

　　 The old man behind the bar is gone.

　　 Thales shook his head and turned to leave.

　　 "Well, this bar was opened by an old friend before," Morris followed the prince's footsteps, and said helplessly:

　　 "I have to say that after they moved away, there were not many people in the Brotherhood who knew how to operate a bar and were able to hold the place."

　　 "Your old friend must be amazing." Thales said sincerely.

　　 Hearing this, Morris hummed in a complicated mood:

　　 "At least, no one dared to fight here when they were still there."

　　 "Yes, who doesn't know, this is the ‘green zone’ of the Brotherhood’s own house," Cohen grunted with unresolved anger:

　　 "Is anyone else daring to fight here?"

　　 Morris glanced at him.

　　 "Mr. Guard, since you said this is your jurisdiction, do you really understand this?"

　　 Cohen was about to speak, but Morris raised his finger to interrupt him:

　　"Or, you just catch thieves and punish hawkers, stare at illegal crimes, but never get into their communities, their families, their trivial daily life, and see what they live when they are not going to the streets to make a living What kind of day?"

　　 Cohen spoke.

　　 but he quickly responded unconvincingly:

　　"I know that Xiacheng District is a gathering place for immigrants and poor people from other villages. It is very poor here..."

　　"Poverty?"

　　 Morris suddenly raised the volume, amused: "Poverty!"

　　 Fatty’s eyes suddenly changed:

　　 "But, what is poverty in your eyes, Mr. Inspector?"

　　"Is it the imagination of aristocrats who can’t eat meat in a meal and don’t have new clothes during the holidays? Or is it the most capable thing described in the storybook, the kind of "starving to death tomorrow", so high officials like it most The seemingly tragic but unrealistic "poor" who asked them to do charity and donation?"

　　 Cohen twitched his brows, thinking about what the brotherhood boss said.

　　 "No, Qingpi," Morris said unceremoniously, forgetting to use street slang in front of the prince:

　　"The real poverty lies between the two. It is not so stereotyped and not so tragic."

　　 Taylor's thoughts moved.

　　"In fact, the real poverty is numbness, patience, passing by, no future, poor life but hard life, and a peculiar plight of suffering without the need for suicide."

　　 Morris with emotion:

　　"This kind of poverty is the plague that can drive people crazy. It is highly toxic, contagious, and will continue. It is poisonous and not lethal, and it seems mild."

　　 Cohen thought hard, but ultimately to no avail:

　　 "I don't understand."

　　 Morris sneered.

　　 "Well, you have a noble background and you have been a security officer. It is convenient for you to do things like clothes and jade food. It may be hard to imagine..."

　　"But there are some poor people who went to work for a day, exhausted everything, and gotten twenty bronzes according to their hard work."

　　His tone turning:

　　"However, in the half-day after work, he had to use up all of them in order to satisfy his hunger and feed his family. There is no one left or one or two left..."

　　"So the next day, he could only do his best, just for the other twenty coppers who were destined to spend again."

　　 Glover and Cohen frowned at the same time.

　　 "Yes, he won't starve to death," Morris walked down a low tattered stairs with a gloomy face:

　　"But it must be repeated forever to keep'not starving to death'."

　　"For example, the poor coachman who just lost the bet."

　　"Why do you think he borrowed money for gambling? Do you think that if you let him avoid the scam of borrowing, he will be fine?"

　　 Cohen's eyes changed and he looked up suddenly.

　　 "Poverty is not a sharp beheaded blade, police officer."

　　"On the contrary, it is a twisted rope that is slowly tightened, and a grinding disc for patiently rolling."

　　 Thales sighed silently when he heard this.

　　 At this time, Morris is slow and tidy, like a teacher who tells philosophical stories:

　　"It gives you a little hope of life, but does not let you enjoy the happiness of life, so that you can continue to exploit your life."

　　 "It pushes you to the edge of death, but it just happens to be immortal, so that you can squeeze everything out in the numbness day after day."

　　 Morris took a deep breath, as if to feel the sweetness of the air:

　　"It is called survival-long death."

　　 Morris walked to the front of the crowd unknowingly, watching the smelly leather workshop floating in the distance and the busy workers inside.

　　"In cities and towns, there are always those in the darkest and lowest class, struggling with food and clothing, but often neglected by the kingdom: outsiders who go to the city to ask for a living, farmers who have lost their land, and bankrupt debts The merchants, the handicapped who have lost their labor, the artisans who have been eliminated from the market, the poor with their families, the beggars without dignity, the elderly without offspring, the widows who have lost their pillars, and the bad guys who only know how to wring their fists after retiring, are forced to sacrifice their bottom line and betray. The dignified but still suffering from discrimination and bullying..."

　　"They are the hosts of poverty, and they are everywhere in the country, far more than you think-Xiacheng is just the tip of the iceberg, and it is a better one."

　　 Cohen tried to loosen his clenched fist a little bit:

　　 "I know, but this can't be..."

　　 But Morris ignored him:

　　 "They are often unable to speak, or when they speak, no one pays attention to them, or even not seen—even if you are a conscientious and kind-hearted guard."

　　" In the official announcement of the prosperity of the peaceful age, in the passionate and magnificent historical narrative, in the eyes of most happy people who are warm and comfortable, they do not even exist—or they The meaning of existence is to prove the sympathy and moral sense of others, and to bring correct, hypocritical and cheap self-satisfaction to the latter."

　　 Morris's tone closed, sounding extremely cold:

　　"They are excluded from the discourse, it is difficult to understand, and they have no spare time to feel what pursuits and desires, ideals and ambitions, dignity and responsibility are-these things can only be seen in bardics and stage plays... …"

　　His expression suddenly became hideous:

　　"In this case, if the search does not change, people will slowly deteriorate and become artifacts or animals."

　　"In the face of difficult life, harsh environment, desperate future, unfair reality, hegemonic power, and the most urgent need for survival, they must find a way, they must have sustenance, and they must grasp the last straw ……"

　　 Morris’s eyes floated to the sky, through the thick clouds, and then fell back to the ground, down to the chaotic underground street:

　　"So one day, at a certain opportunity, at a certain moment, at a certain accident, they were forced to come together, watch and help each other, overcome difficulties together, and seek recognition and value."

　　"Maybe it's just the neighborhoods on the street looking after each other, maybe the poor people of the same industry have a meal together, maybe it's the gangsters of hardship who are brave-even sometimes, these behaviors are actually not so legal."

　　 Thales watched silently at the dozen or so gangsters fighting on a street corner.

　　 But this time, Cohen just looked at them blankly, no longer intending to step in.

　　"The original purpose of them holding a group for warmth was just to live less painfully."

　　"The crime you hate—or, the behavior that goes against the mainstream law—is just an inevitable but secondary by-product."

　　 Morris also watched the fight in this corner, and shook his head at Leyoke who asked him with his eyes:

　　 "So we appeared-the Black Street Brotherhood, as a member of the countless low-level gangs."

　　 At that moment, his eyes were dark and dark:

　　 "I don't know when or how, the moment we appear, we are deeply rooted in the community of the bottom people, born in chaos and relying on chaos."

　　 At this moment, a stone suddenly flew up and hit a bullshit's forehead so hard that he fell bloody.

　　The brawlers were taken aback, and subconsciously stopped.

　　 Everyone turned their heads: Thales stood up and patted his dusty hands.

　　 "You are indeed born of chaos," Thales said coldly:

　　"But it also feeds back chaos."

　　 the gangsters reacted and screamed at them.

　　 Morris sighed and waved, Leyoke walked forward with a sullen face.

　　 "In fact, your Highness, in the black street, in the underground street, in the three districts of the lower city, most of the poor people may not directly participate in our ‘gray’ activities." Morris shrugged.

　　 Thales laughed:

　　 "You mean crime."

　　 Morris nodded:

　　" But they never hesitate to give convenience and tacit understanding to the Brotherhood. For example, apart from their main business, they whistleblower, stand guard, occasionally run errands, provide logistics, and even rely on our'big business'. The coming economic boom will help the family."

　　"Their lives are connected to our activities."

　　 On the other side, Leyoke was finally recognized by the gangsters after bringing down the third person, and the gangsters were frightened and distracted.

　　 Cohen stood there in silence, watching these people disappear into the streets.

　　 "Over time, habit becomes natural, and repetition becomes the rule. The Black Street Brotherhood is no longer just a mutual aid organization, nor is it just a violent group."

　　 Morris tweeted, spreading his arms, as if to embrace the dilapidated neighborhood in front of him:

　　"It has become the backbone deeply rooted in these communities, turning into the symbiosis backbone of the lower-level people, and becoming an important driving force for the management of the underlying communities to maintain ecological operation."

　　He glanced at Cohen intentionally or unintentionally:

　　"This is more than ten days and a half months in the Vigilante Department, a patrol team that is about to smash bones and **** the bones, and is more inefficient than the low-level officials who are lazy, and it only appears during city appearance inspections and political achievements. The'relevant department' is the king's warrant that always exists on the bulletin board and is treated the same as the small advertisement for syphilis treatment, than is a charitable citizen who is full of passion and morality but never set foot here, full of sympathy but far away from the horizon, who only knows how to move. , Are all effective and much more practical."

　　"They evolved their own rules, the bottom ecology."

　　 "'Copper coins are louder than kings, and wine glasses are longer and heavier'," Morris looked at Thales and exclaimed:

　　 "No offense, but this is an old saying used by the scum in the Yaga camp."

　　 Thales did not answer.

　　 But Cohen slowly raised his head, looking confused.

　　 Brother Love had to give him a hand, lest the police officer stepped in the air.

　　 "I went to the Western Wilderness to fight a war," the zombie looked at Cohen's absent-mindedness, and did not grunt:

　　 "I have never heard of such a **** ‘old saying’."

　　 Morris didn't care, waved his hand and chuckled.

　　 "Then you are either still young..."

　　 "Either there is too much earwax..."

　　He laughed, and his eyes were cold:

　　 "I blocked my ears."

　　Glover is speechless for a while.

　　"So yes, most of the people here may be poor, treacherous, or annoying, but most of them have not gone with the Black Street Brotherhood to collect debts, pass goods, or steal Steal, fight, kill, commit crime."

　　"But they have all provided convenience to the Brotherhood to a greater or lesser extent, and benefited more or less from the existence of the Brotherhood-although these ‘benefits’ make you hate it."

　　 Morris sneered:

　　"These'brotherhood people' may not be directly employed by our core six giants, they are not the purest and most formal members of the gang, and they have not even done any "business", but many At that time, whether they are themselves or outsiders, there is no need to distinguish them."

　　 "Because we are them, they are naturally close to us."

　　"We can become them at any time, and they can become us at any time."

　　 In that second, Morris gritted his teeth severely, stood on his street, and gently clenched his fist:

　　"They are not a fraternity, but they are better than a fraternity."

　　 "Mr. Officer, tell me, how are we going to ‘die’?"

　　"Do you want to send everyone in this neighborhood, from young and strong, down to the old, weak, and disabled, to prison as an accomplice of the Brotherhood?"

　　 Cohen was shocked, as if he was hit hard.

　　 Morris rolled his eyes and looked at Thales, who was thinking deeply, and smiled.

　　"This is the root, soil, and essence of the Brotherhood of Black Street, Your Highness."

　　"A series of black silk," Morris's eyes suddenly appeared:

　　 "All are brothers."

　　Lyyoke smiled, and consciously or unconsciously raised his arms to let the black ribbon on his left arm flutter in the wind.

The 　　 black silk series are all brothers.

　　 This is not the first time Thales has heard this fraternity saying, but his brows are getting tighter.

　　 "Huh," Glover retorted disdainfully:

　　 "You are nothing but a mob, worthless."

　　 "Even the most unsophisticated lord conscripts can beat you up."

　　 Morris took a look at his tall and tall figure, and he glanced at Glover from the army.

　　"Yes, maybe many people think that compared with the kingdom’s army and violence, the Brotherhood’s rabble is just an out-and-out weak, not an opponent at all, because of a word from a nobleman, Ashes are gone."

　　 Morris changed his eyes and looked at the scene of the underground street, showing a cruel look:

　　 "But don't forget..."

　　"Unlike the large-scale officials and the army, we—including these people at the bottom who are inseparable from us, we are timid and weak, full of street wisdom and low-level cunning, unremarkable and slippery. If you don’t slip away, you will avoid the edge in direct confrontation at any time and break it into pieces."

　　"Even the local police department and patrol team often feel stretched when facing us, not to mention the army prepared for the huge battlefield. It is like a large and thick broom, which can never be swept away. Corner."

　　"This is the real confidence of the Brotherhood."

　　"This is also the root of our being born in the void, weak and isolated, and disorganized, but when faced with such a behemoth as the Blood Bottle Gang and even the official kingdom, we are always unable to resist and suffer from annihilation, but we can always rekindle and make a comeback."

　　 "Mr. Police Officer, and this big brother... who fought in war, do you understand?"

　　 At that moment, Cohen looked hesitant, but Glover still objected.

　　 But none of them could speak.

　　 As for Thales, he just walked down the street quietly and calmly step by step.

　　 "Speaking of which," the boy sighed, then suddenly said:

　　"Do you know Araka Mu?"

　　 Morris frowned.

　　"The kingdom's fury is famous, your lord," the fat man shook his head:

　　 "But even as strong as him, we can't do what we can do for you."

　　 sounds familiar...

　　 Thales smiled.

　　 That's right.

　　 The brazier of the Shield of Deception, he seems to have said something similar?

　　 "I remember," the person who answered the conversation was Glover, and he showed admiration:

　　"In the battle of the altar, Baron Mu was the vanguard. His anger guard directly collided with the three major orc elites. The bravery and fearless, regardless of casualties, managed to break through the battle, becoming the cavalry unit of Wings of Legend. And the main force of your majesty, open the hole for a decisive blow."

　　"It shocked all the friendly forces present-whether they are mercenaries, conscripts or the royal standing army."

　　"also laid the final victory in the desert war."

　　 Morris and Leyokzzi's faces tightened.

　　 Thales' thoughts drifted away, returning to the Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago, could not help sighing.

　　 "Araka Mu, that's not a person," Cohen said quietly:

　　"It's a broken soul that is missing a corner and is no longer complete."

　　 Seeing everyone else looking at him, Cohen recovered and shook his head:

　　 "It's not me, but my old man said it."

　　 Thales nodded, remembering the indomitable impact of the kingdom's fury on his back in the black sand army six years ago.

　　 But what he wanted to talk about was not the other's bravery.

　　 "Mu told me that he is not Kingdom Fury," Thales said with emotion:

　　 "The guard next to him is."

　　 "They are all."

　　 The others were startled.

　　"Similarly," Thales turned his head, "Unkillable, mysterious black sword. He may be the leader and spiritual symbol of the Brotherhood."

　　 Morris' complexion changed.

　　"But he is not the Brotherhood itself."

　　 Thales made a nuisance to the streetscape of the underground street, definitely authentic:

　　"These people, as well as the lives, backgrounds and experiences they represent, all added to everything, are the real Brotherhood of Black Street."

　　"The Brotherhood is their symbol of resistance in numbness and poverty."

　　 Thales nodded and said with emotion:

　　"It is even more a weapon for the weak."

　　 Morris was a little surprised, but he adjusted quickly and smiled.

　　 "Your Highness, you are a sensible person!"

　　 "So now, Mr. Security Officer, in this city, you, the Security Department you represent, and the kingdom itself..."

　　 Morris spoke to Cohen, but looked at the prince, as if waiting for his response.

　　 "You are not fighting against gangs, crimes, or even evil," the fat man sneered:

　　"It is poverty, injustice, indifference, despair, the insufficiency and dissatisfaction of another group caused by the self-sufficiency and self-sufficiency of a group of people, and the shadows caused by the over-brightness."

　　"You represent the power of this country, stand in the position of the strong, and face the resistance of the weak."

　　 Cohen raised his head and looked at him blankly:

　　 "You mean, I am enforcing the law in Xiacheng District, and I am fighting against... the weak?"

　　 "Don't be fooled by him." The boy's words sounded, pulling Cohen back from the sinking.

　　 Thales’ words are calm and powerful:

　　 "Yes, the Black Street Brotherhood, perhaps the weaker at the bottom, accidentally picked up a weapon."

　　"On the contrary, Cohen, you are not against the weak."

　　 Out of trust in the prince in the past, Cohen seemed to have caught the straw when he was drowning. His eyes lit up and he looked at Thales hopefully.

　　 But Thales’ words are heavier than Morris:

　　"It's something deeper, deeper, and more terrifying."

　　As soon as he said this, even Morris frowned.

　　 I saw Thales take a deep breath:

　　 "What you have to fight against is the side of the strong from whom you came from. It is their unfair oppression of the weak for a long time."

　　 Cohen was stunned.

　　 Even Glover began to think deeply.

　　 "The low-level crimes you punish on the streets every day, the chaos and disorder you feel, the dark pain you witness, are just one of the consequences of these oppression and injustice-whether we want it or not."

　　 "You drew out your sword," Thales whispered:

　　 "Fight against the wound it cut."

　　"In this world, there is no more uncomfortable, but also more precious confrontation."

　　 Cohen stared at Thales in a daze, his thoughts confused.

　　 "Well," Morris rolled his eyes:

　　 "His Royal Highness speaks better than I am."

　　 "But, to borrow a sentence to end the tower."

　　 Morris showed a sly look:

　　"How do you use your power to fight against the power?"

　　 "You can only embrace power."

　　 Everyone was silent for a while, even Thales frowned.

　　 "I don't...understand."

　　 experienced painful thinking, Cohen gritted his teeth and shook his head:

　　 "There is no such thing in the End Tower."

　　 Morris snorted.

　　 "Yes," the fat man's words were long and contained deep meaning:

　　"There is no inside the tower."

　　 At this moment, Thales suddenly asked:

　　 "Who are you, Morris?"

　　The fat boss of the Brotherhood had a meal with a lovely smile:

　　 "You have forgotten things, your majesty, my lord Morris, a gangster in the Brotherhood."

　　 Thales gave a cold snort.

　　 "No, I am asking," the prince stared at Morris coldly with his eyes like electricity:

　　 "Who are you anyway."

　　 Morris's smile froze for a moment.

　　 "A gangster can never say such a thing."

　　 "You have already shown muscles," Thales said solemnly:

　　"Why don't you show up in real life?"

　　 At this moment, Morris's smile disappeared completely.

　　 Thales did not change his expression, but looked at him deeply.

　　 Feeling that the atmosphere is not right, Glover and Leyoke subconsciously put their arms on their hands and exchanged hostile eyes.

　　 But Morris just laughed softly after just a meal.

　　 He sighed and looked up at the sky.

　　 "Maurice Ishka."

　　 Fatty’s tone was full of irony and hatred.

　　Ishka?

　　 Thales frowned: In the prince's class, he had never heard of this surname.

　　 "I remember you said that you have no last name."

　　 Morris lowered his head, nodded, and shook his head mockingly.

　　 "It's gone now."

　　 "I'm from Longxundi and born in Changyin City," Morris looked blank:

　　"From the great-grandfather, for generations in the family, they have been the personal financial officers of the Grand Duke of Changyin City."

　　 comes from Longxundi and was born in Changyin City.

　　 Thales' expression changed.

　　 "That's it."

　　"You are from the Principality of Anrenzo, and your background is not low."

　　 and......

　　 is indeed in charge of the accounts.

　　 But Thales asked immediately:

　　 "Then how did you fall to..."

　　 Before he could finish asking, Morris interrupted him and replied bluntly:

　　 "Decades ago, the Principality of Anrenzo broke out in a'joint rebellion'."

　　 Morris smiled:

　　"It was a political game of the best, in short, it was a mess."

　　"Finally, the incompetent Grand Duke Cid pushed our family out as a scapegoat to calm the anger of the princes."

　　 Thales felt Morris' emotions and did not continue to speak.

　　 Glover and Cohen looked at each other, and even Leyoke looked surprised.

　　 Morris sighed:

　　 "You know, I was a kid when the rope was wrapped around my neck."

　　 He touched his fat neck, which was almost invisible:

　　 "At that time, my mother was hanging on my left. I still remember that her rope swayed for a long time..."

　　 Thales frowned.

　　"Outside the gallows, the prison officer was expressionless, like a stone sculpture, and the spectators were extremely fanatical, like an endless tide."

　　 "I was not very sensible then. When I was stranded, I was just thinking," Morris looked at the street dreamily:

　　 "It's really uncomfortable."

　　"Bless the sunset and Haoyue, if only I could breathe a breath of air."

　　He said quietly:

　　 "One bite, just one bite, it makes me less painful, less wanting to die..."

　　 The atmosphere is dull, and everyone is silent.

　　Only Morris’ voice sounded, telling the past:

　　 "For that breath of air, I am willing to give anything."

　　 Morris' eyes were blank:

　　 "I would like to do anything."

　　The silence lasted for a while, knowing that Morris was awake from the memory.

　　 "So, when I woke up in a small pile of corpses, I understood one thing."

The boss of the 　　 Brotherhood took a deep breath, feeling the freedom of breathing extremely preciously:

　　"This world is not fair, Your Highness."

　　 Morris's hand left his neck, and he showed the cruel look unique to the boss:

　　 "Even breathing air."

　　"You have to fight with your life."

　　 "Just from the mouths of those... who can breathe freely."

　　 Thales did not speak.

　　 "I have other things, Your Highness," Morris's mood changed obviously, and he turned his head, "I am sorry for not being with you--Lyyoke will take care of your remaining sightseeing itinerary."

　　As soon as these words came out, the fat man folds into another street corner without looking back and disappears before his eyes.

　　, leaving Thales and others, silently stopped in place.

　　 "So, that's my boss."

　　Lyyoke has recovered from the life experience of Morris just now, and has restored his ugly look:

　　"Where are you going next?"

　　Glover and Cohen looked at each other.

　　 "Actually," Thales looked at the place where Morris's back disappeared and snorted coldly:

　　 "I was almost touched by a little girl who was begging for my wallet, and I was almost blackmailed... I am very upset now."

　　Ley York was startled.

　　Glover and Cohen are equally astonished.

　　 I saw Thales turning his head, solemnly:

　　"So, in Xiacheng, where do these little begging guys stay most often?"

　　 the other side of the street.

　　 Morris, with an unhappy look, hurriedly turned a street corner to meet another man in a cloak.

　　If Thales were here, he might recognize it, it was the brother of the brotherhood who whispered in his ear when he met Morris.

　　 "Lancer," Morris was not interested in talking more, and directly called the other person's name:

　　 "How about?"

　　The man in the cloak—the head of the Brotherhood’s intelligence, "Sleepless Eye" Lancer Corbion put down his hood, his face full of fatigue and haggard.

　　 "Prince Thales was stabbed at the party last night," Lancer said lightly:

　　 "There are a lot of rumors, but because the assassins are from the Western Wilderness, the rumors are directed at the Western Wilderness princes, saying that their intentions are wrong."

　　 Morris frowns:

　　 "Really?"

　　 Lanser snorted coldly: "That's how the secret science is spread anyway."

　　 "What else?"

　　 "Mindith Hall, the prince's residence, has just been sealed up by the Royal Guard with the City Hall, saying that they will seek clues to the assassins."

　　"So, he and your boss are not in the same group?"

　　 "It's the former boss! I'm not sure. But I know that an old friend returned to the secret science department. He was the head of the Western Wilderness Branch--the Western Wilderness may indeed be something serious."

　　 Morris didn't speak, just lost in thought.

　　 Finally, Lanser broke the silence.

　　"How does this star compare with the previous one?"

　　 "I don't know," Morris shook his head, his face showing unnoticeable confusion:

　　 "It's a bit similar, but it's not the same-let's look at the attitude of Black Sword."

　　 Lancer is not very satisfied:

　　 "You have been talking with him for a long time, just this conclusion?"

　　 "Hey, why don't you go chatting with him?"

　　 Morris retorted dissatisfiedly:

　　 "You know that kid is very slippery, his traitor is like a ghost, every word is hidden, and his intentions are sinister?"

　　 "That's why I want you to go," Lanser has no guilt:

　　"You are this kind of person yourself, you are most familiar with it."

　　 Morris became angry for a while.

　　 But his face changed slightly quickly.

　　 "I remember, a few years ago, you asked me for someone, didn't you?"

　　 Lanser narrowed his eyes: "Who?"

　　 "Six years ago," Morris scratched his chin seriously: "On the day of the One Night War."

　　 Lancer rolled his eyes and found the corresponding memory:

　　"Yes, a small accountant. He used to be a manager of the abandoned house. He was good at managing the abandoned house. He was very talented and had a lot of ambition. For this reason, his boss was killed, that garbage Quaid..."

　　 "But I was sent to the king's capital. You know, Rhoda certainly doesn't want to kill his son's people all day long in front of him..."

　　 Morris interrupted him:

　　"Write him a letter to find the list of beggars in the past."

　　 Lanser frowned:

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Morris exhaled and kicked the broken root of the wall at the alley~IndoMTL.com~ shook a wave of rocks.

　　"Remember, Lancer, when we first came to Xiacheng, we had a hard time in this maze of rotten streets-Anton would go astray as long as he walked fifty meters and couldn’t find a return. The road on the black street."

　　 Lancer did not speak.

　　 He knew that Morris had something to follow.

　　 Morris squinted his eyes:

　　 "Do you still remember, in order to get the Xiacheng district as fast as possible, who did we first look for as a guide?"

　　"Beggar."

　　 Lanser answered without stopping: "We bought the beggars."

　　"They are the most inconspicuous, and they have walked the streets and lanes since childhood, and are most familiar with the road here."

　　 Morris's gaze froze on the wall.

　　 "Yes," the fat man repeated the other party's words, thinking carefully:

　　"They are both inconspicuous, and they have walked the streets since childhood."

　　 "I am most familiar with this place."

　　 Lanser figured out something and couldn't help but stare.

　　 "So I have a little guess."

　　 Morris raised his head and looked at the extremely complicated streets of Xiacheng with a deep expression:

　　 "Want to verify."

　　

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