Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 99: The Greatest Knight (Part 1)

　　 Cohen bowed his head and walked in the alleys of the underground street, lost his eyesight, turning a blind eye to the beggars and homeless people under the eaves on both sides, as well as their hidden eyes.

　　 "Cohen."

　　 The sloppy man in front of him concealed the blood stains on his clothes, and a **** farther away surreptitiously peddled the things in his pocket, and the beggar under the opposite roof was competing with another scrawny counterpart. No ownership of the ring.

　　 But Cohen just walked past them in a daze, blindly seeing and deafening.

　　 What does that have to do with him?

　　 "Cohen?"

　　 The brilliance of the stars focused his energy on his own world, with no distractions. The hustle and bustle in the distance could not attract his attention, and the pickles nearby could not move his thoughts. For him, the underground streets and even the downtown area. It seems to be just a place name on paper.

　　He seems to be walking beyond the horizon, above all else, completely forgetting himself-just like many noble children he knows, he has his eyes on the kingdom, has the world in mind, and is destined to accomplish his career.

　　But...

　　 "Cohen!"

　　 Finally, Cohen, who was wandering beyond the sky, stumbled back to his soul.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Cohen subconsciously looks around:

　　Lyyoke was still ten paces away, full of disdain and rejection of their attitude, Glover dutifully guarded the prince's side, blocking all unkindly coveted eyes with his size and expression.

　　 Cohen lowered his head: The vocalist—the second prince looked at him deeply, his eyes full of inquiry.

　　 "Cheer up."

　　 Thales’ words have an unquestionable taste:

　　 "You have been a police officer for six years. What Morris said shouldn't have such a big impact on you."

　　What Morris said...

　　 Cohen's eyes were blank.

　　【You are not fighting against gangs, crimes, or even evil. 】

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

　　 Cohen shook his head desperately.

　　 "No, it has nothing to do with that scum, it won't affect me—"

　　 "That's strange." Glover interrupted him coldly.

　　 Cohen looked at the zombie blankly, his expression struggling.

　　 Thales sighed:

　　 "Listen, Cohen, you have to know that Morris is a member of the Brotherhood, everything he said--"

　　 "No!"

　　 Unexpectedly, Cohen suddenly said loudly, knocking both Thales and Glover off.

　　 Even Lyoke in front of him frowned and looked back.

　　 Thales frowned and looked at each other: Cohen doesn't often have this reaction.

　　 "It's not his words...no, it's not..."

　　 Cohen's face changed at this time, and he murmured quickly.

　　 "Hey," Glover patted Cohen cautiously, and at the same time stared back at the few idle guys who had been attracted in the distance:

　　"How are you..."

　　 Cohen suddenly looked up!

　　 "When you reverse the situation in the Palace of Valor, when you force the parties to cease fighting and retreat, Your Highness."

　　The guard stared at Thales eagerly, as if looking for some answer:

　　"Are they—the Exeters, were they moved by your words?"

　　 Thales was startled.

　　Exter...

　　 But Cohen shook his head, his expression bitter.

　　 "This is what my old man said in reply, ‘Words are only expressions, actions are only about the heart.’"

　　"As for'speech can confuse the mind', this is just a beautiful fantasy of writers."

　　 Thales changed his expression, and stopped talking.

　　"He said, it’s not your words that move the people of Exeter, Your Highness," the guard bowed his head slumped:

　　"It's what they thought, experienced, and what was at stake-you are just the one who opened the curtain and took care of them."

　　 Thales was silent for a while.

　　 "After Earl Turami Karabyan deserves to be called the'Wisdom'," the prince sighed:

　　 "If I have a chance in the future, I should visit my father."

　　 Cohen struggled with his eyes, as if experiencing a cruel struggle.

　　 "I was not convinced by the old man's words, but..."

　　 "Same, Your Highness," Cohen exhaled, "That fat man is very good at talking, but he can't shake me in a few words."

　　 "Unless it shakes me, there is something else."

　　 He gazed at the narrow alley quietly, as if he could never see the end.

　　 Thales looked at him and sighed inwardly.

　　 "I won't admit it, but," Cohen hesitated for a moment, after all he mustered up his courage, and he said nothing:

　　 "Yes, my'heart of the sword' has shaken,"

　　 "My moves are becoming more proficient, and the blade is always sharp," Cohen gritted his teeth: "The people who can swing the sword are rusty."

　　"This is the reason why I have stagnated and made no progress for six years."

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 "Maybe you should go back to the battlefield and roll in the blood again." Glover snorted slightly, a little uncomfortable with him:

　　 "Instead of going to the streets every day to catch thieves."

　　 "Garron!" Thales gave Glover a warning, and the latter stopped speaking.

　　 "I mean it."

　　 Cohen didn’t see the sorrow, but his eyes were sullen:

　　 "But it was not the nonsense that the fat man said that shook me."

　　"It’s me, my experience in this city in the past six years."

　　Experience in this city.

　　 Thales paused for this sentence, and the memory in the abandoned house was like a dream and mist, wrapping around his feet again.

　　 "Do you know, Your Highness, the little girl who just stole your money."

　　 Cohen walked behind the prince and lost his mind:

　　"She may not like stealing money or blackmail. When she grows up, she doesn't like picking up guests like her mother or fooling around like her father."

　　 "But she has no choice."

　　 Thales and Glover were stagnant at the same time. The former thought of abandoned houses and the latter thought of Red Square Street.

　　 Cohen tripped on an irregular stone, but he didn’t notice it, and continued:

　　 "Under the example of her mother and father—perhaps just her mother’s goodwill—she can only learn how to become like most people on this street: shrewd and vicious, shameless and narrow."

　　"When she grows up, she will only become another stray warbler **** like her mother, or a lazy rascal like her father."

　　 "There is no more way."

　　 Thales and Glover fell into silence together.

　　 Cohen clenched his teeth and pressed the hilt on his waist:

　　 "Because she was born here."

　　 "Like everyone on this street."

　　Glover raised his head, he interrupted Cohen with a cold face:

　　 "Then do something."

　　 "Do something." Cohen murmured and repeated:

　　 "Do something?"

　　Ge Luofo coldly snorted:

　　 "Send her scumbag parents to prison, or gallows."

　　 "Fighting crimes and maintaining public order, isn't this your responsibility, Qing——Guardian?"

　　 But Thales shook his head secretly.

　　 Cohen took a deep breath: "Yes, but..."

　　 "I..."

　　 He paused, his chest loosened, but he couldn't rush out when he spoke.

　　 Cohen shook his head in frustration.

　　 "What happened?" Thales said solemnly.

　　 Cohen was silent for a long time, and when Glover was about to urge him, he finally spoke.

　　 "Six years ago, Your Highness, when I first came here for a few months, I was full of confidence and wanted to make some achievements and make some changes,"

　　"At that time, I regarded this place as a battlefield, thinking that my opponents were only the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang, only their filth and sin, only darkness and evil."

　　"But..."

　　 Cohen's speech was stagnant.

　　 [What you are fighting against... is not even evil. 】

　　 Cohen gritted his teeth and shook his head, returning to the present moment:

　　"So I worked hard to work overtime, fight crime, maintain order, put an end to injustice and illegality, and bring safety and law back here,"

　　"But..."

　　 The turning word appeared again on his lips.

　　 "In the Xiacheng District, the criminals have caught a batch of criminals, and there is still another after the nest is cleared." Cohen's breathing became more and more chaotic, and his speech faster and faster:

　　" The people caught were released within a few days. The cleared streets were soon filled with illegal gangs. The sealed warehouse soon became a cover for crime, and the dead bodies were transported out from here every year for burial. It’s all the same, even more..."

　　 Cohen’s words are full of bitterness and even a hint of helplessness.

　　"Strictly enforce the law, the canonical punishment, all the things we learned in political textbooks, don’t work here—I don’t know, maybe I didn’t learn political lessons well, maybe my means to prevent crimes are too poor , Maybe I have to be like Dele’s cousin, every time I get full marks in politics, I can know what to do."

　　 Thales listened in silence, feeling gloomy.

　　 but Glover is unmoved:

　　 "It's no use just catching small shrimps."

　　 Cohen raised his head and hurriedly said:

　　 "I did it!"

　　 He stared at Glover.

　　 "I did it. I learned from some of my colleagues. I raised my eyes and started looking at the big fish, such as Morris just now."

　　" I brought down the leader of a fraternity who was in charge of Qi'er and cut off all the chains under him, but within two days, a newcomer came up from below and replaced him to fill in the gap-than when the police officer was vacant. The replenishment speed is fast."

　　Glover disdain to hum:

　　 "That is that his level is not enough, you have to find the source, maybe you have to use the black sword of the Rush—"

　　 "Source!" Cohen raised the volume again!

　　Glover frowned.

　　At this moment, the police officer looked at Glover in a daze:

　　 "You are right, zombie, the level is not enough, find the source."

　　 "Source."

　　 Cohen is like an ascetic seeking faith, looking into the distance in a daze.

　　 "As a police officer under the jurisdiction of the city, the place I can reach is too shallow, too close, to treat the symptoms but not the root cause."

　　 "So I thought, I have to do more, more, more."

　　 "I have to work harder, go deeper, and be transparent."

　　 Cohen took a deep breath:

　　 "So I chased it down, to the origin of those evils."

　　 But his steadfastness fell suddenly, just like the ascetic who pursued his faith, finally fell on the road:

　　 "Then I met them."

　　Glover and Thales are puzzled.

　　"They?"

　　 Cohen nodded blankly.

　　 "You just met on the street, Your Highness, it's just a little girl," the police officer's voice seemed to be absent:

　　"But here, there, and other places I met, there are countless such children."

　　 child.

　　 Thales opened his mouth subconsciously.

　　"The childhood of criminals—is there a deeper source than this?"

　　 Cohen swallows:

　　 "Yes, zombie, as you said, I shot, acted, intervened, like the most competent guard."

　　" Including banning the gang behind them, punishing their scum "parents", cleaning up their living environment, threatening those who want to use them-I hate to say that, but thanks to my last name, change A police officer with a lower background has disappeared unexplainably."

　　 "Those children, I will send them to the orphanage under the jurisdiction of the Department of Discipline and Discipline, or the adopted people’s home, or even the charity of the sunset church. For this reason, I will not hesitate to face the hostility of the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang. The punishment within the Security Department, the disgust of colleagues in the Department of Discipline..."

　　"I even pulled down the bottom and promised the old man to go to the nobles’ blind date party, so that I could get money from his stingy hands to support certain unrelated children and satisfy their lives, lest they fall again. ……"

　　 Listening to Cohen’s account, Thales and Glover looked at him with different expressions.

　　 Cohen got more and more excited as he spoke, but his feelings suddenly changed:

　　"But..."

　　The police officer seemed to be frozen by time, and he stood still for a few seconds before speaking again:

　　 "A few years ago, I rescued an orphan."

　　 "At that time, he was in his early ten years, and I asked the Department of Discipline and Discipline to send him to the hospice..."

　　 Cohen's eyes moved slightly, and the color inside gradually disappeared:

　　" But a few years later, I caught a bunch of scum from the Brotherhood who collected black accounts—they were torturing his son with red tongs in front of the debtor, just for—how many ghosts know Copper."

　　Glover's face tightened.

　　 Cohen took a deep breath:

　　 "The kid, the kid I saved."

　　 "He's in that gang of scum, fourteen or fifteen years old."

　　 Cohen is dumb and authentic:

　　 "He is over, I can only send him to prison."

　　"It's like sending him to the hospice."

　　 Thales closed his eyes and opened them back and forth.

　　 Cohen exhaled a painful breath:

　　"He is not the only one, I didn't know until a long time later, those children I thought I was rescued..."

　　"Most of them will reappear on the street."

　　 "Children who originally had parental families...hehe, their scumbag parents will basically return to their old habits after being honest for a while, and continue to take them...like the little girl just now."

　　 "As for other people, they can't stand it, and they escaped from the almshouse or adopted people's house."

　　 Cohen lowered his head sadly.

　　 "You fool."

　　 Brother Luofu interrupted suddenly, he rarely said a long string of words:

　　 "Most almshouses and prisons-except for the management of the cell are worse-there is no difference, let them go there, it is better to let them go back to the street to steal bread."

　　 Cohen shuddered slightly.

　　"As for adoption, hum, it's like betting blindfolded," Glover said coldly:

　　 "Good luck, you may be able to eat some leftovers in the stables as a proof for the "family" to receive the orphan fee from the Department of Discipline and Discipline, are you bad luck..."

　　 The zombie tightened his collar tightly and did not say anything.

　　 Cohen frowned:

　　 "How do you know--"

　　 Brother Love interrupted him coldly:

　　 "I heard about it!"

　　 Cohen frowned:

　　 "Listen to who--"

　　 "No one!"

　　Glover seems to be extremely taboo about this topic, he raised his index finger and sternly warned:

　　 "Enough! The problem ends here."

　　 Thales sighed softly.

　　 Although Cohen was extremely puzzled, he didn't care too much, just sighed helplessly.

　　 "Yes, the almshouse, the adoption people, I know their situation, and I went to see them later-these good governance measures in the era of wise men have long gone bad."

　　 Cohen lowered his head:

　　"As for the charity of the sunset church..."

　　 "It's more disgusting." There was a deep voice.

　　 Cohen and Glover were both taken aback.

　　 They turned their heads, and the quiet killer Leyoke, who appeared beside them somehow, snorted, his eyes vicious:

　　 "I once had a friend in."

　　 Cohen and Glover looked at each other, but Leyoke ignored them and said coldly:

　　"There is a very good old priest in the God’s Charity Institute. He patiently taught him to read and read, recite the sunset classics, and learn etiquette and ethics. My friend was young and never received such attention. He was very Thank you..."

　　 "Until one day."

　　Lyyoke snorted softly, like a smile but not a smile, indistinguishable from love to hate:

　　"The kind-hearted priest told my friend that as a devout believer in the setting sun, the goddess of the goddess once descended on him..."

　　 "Hidden in his underwear under his thick robe."

　　 The others frowned fiercely.

　　" The old priest untied his belt, warmly encouraged the child, let him break through the obstacles, find the'carrier of divine grace,' and then try to seize it, cherish it sincerely, ponder it with heart, and stay with his mouth until he says "Let the mortal body produce a miracle, and spray the pure white rain of the gods'..."

　　 Speaking of which, Leyoke burst out laughing!

　　"Hahahahahahaha—pure white rain! Hahahahaha! It's on the altar of God's Grace, in front of the female sacred elephant! Hahahahaha!"

　　 He laughed extremely exaggeratedly, even bending down his waist, but there was no smile in his eyes, but a scary pathology.

　　 However, including Thales, the others only felt a deep cold and depression.

　　 "Your friend," Glover replied warily and indifferently:

　　"He relayed it really clearly."

　　Lyyoke smiled and gave him a cold glance:

　　 "Because he is not the only one."

　　 Everyone was silent for a while.

　　 Until Cohen sighed:

　　 "I didn't expect to say that, but Leyoke: I'm sorry."

　　 "No need," Leyoke rebuffs mercilessly:

　　"Because of the knowledgeable and sacred priest, he still got the oracle wrong-after many years, on the day he retired, my friend found out with him."

　　 Hearing this, Thales, who knew how quiet the killer's mind, moved his eyes.

　　 "So, the so-called grace, the rain from the gods," Lyyoke lowered his head, gently withdrew the blade hidden in his waist, his eyes revealed a fierce look:

　　 "It's bright red."

　　 Cohen and Glover changed their expressions slightly and remained silent for a while.

　　 Until Leyok pulled the blade back into the sheath, awakening the quiet air.

　　 Cohen raised his head, unhappy:

　　" In short, these children go back to the streets, or go back to their old professions: begging, stealing, cheating, or even following the scumbags to ask for a living, imitating, assisting, and even yearning to become them, because the latter at least Eat well..."

　　 "Either it's worse-without the organization and protection of the gang, they are like weeds, no one cares."

　　"I still remember a child spitting at me. He said that he was rescued by the Security Department. It would be better to return to the Brotherhood. Even if he was beaten a lot, he was at least organized and had companions. He survived and was lucky. If you grow up, you can still be as powerful as them, to bully other bastards."

　　 Thales clenched his posterior molars unconsciously.

　　"Because this is the only way to survive," Leyoke, who joined the conversation unknowingly, said disdainfully:

　　"The only way they can find their kind, find happiness, and find a reason to live."

　　"Instead of the so-called ‘relief’ of you superiors."

　　 Cohen snorted, feeling down.

　　" And almost every criminal — a gambler, a robber, a liar, a prostitute, a thief, or a gangster and thug — from childhood to adulthood, has a similar bad experience: sometimes an irresponsible alcoholic Dad, sometimes it’s an unscrupulous playmate, sometimes it’s a poor reality that cannot survive, sometimes it’s a cold and ruthless society, and sometimes it’s simply this dirty street."

　　"Compared with these, even the Black Street Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang are not so hideous and hateful."

　　 The officer's words made the others contemplate.

　　"Poor, hateful, sad, ridiculous. In the end, I don’t know if they become what they are now, whether it is logical or wrong, free choice or nowhere to go, whether they are willing or forced to go, is it deserved. Still suffered."

　　 "Yes," Leyoke was the first to speak, and he took a sip on the ground disdainfully:

　　 "As if we care about what you think, Qingpi."

　　 But Cohen didn't care about his offense.

　　"We just, over and over again, put their scumbags in jail or on the gallows, and then leave them in a larger, messier and darker vortex, waiting for them to absorb it Nourishment, recognize the rules, grow up a little bit."

　　The guard's face is gray:

　　"Become the new scum."

　　 "Then we will take away the scumbags."

　　"Wait for their newborn children to grow up in the same whirlpool and become renewed scum..."

　　 He raised his head again and looked into the distance of this dilapidated street, but he still couldn't see the end.

　　 "That is their own choice."

　　 Brother Luofo spoke, with a hint of irritation and irritation in his words:

　　 "Keep the consequences for yourself."

　　 "Choose, choose?" Leyoke laughed sickly again, from light to heavier, making my scalp numb:

　　 "Hahahaha..."

　　 Cohen didn't answer, he just looked at the zombie bitterly, making the latter more upset.

　　"But they have no choice."

　　 Thales, who hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke slowly, attracting the attention of the three for a while.

　　 "They have no chance."

　　The prince walked up a few steps and headed to the place he was most familiar with.

　　 "In such a community, the socio-economic status of the parents is restricted-sorry, I mean, they can't go to school since they were young, can't acquire a skill, can't see the wider world..."

　　 Thales walked through a corner that he passed countless times as a child.

　　"They are tied here, unable to find a normal and stable job. They can only sway between idle and criminal. They have no time to take care of ethics and laws, and can only give priority to those who can support their survival. Things, they can’t understand ideals and dreams, they can only reproduce the selfishness, parochialism, viciousness, laziness, despicability, anger imposed on them by life in the mud of reality..."

　　"They don’t have the opportunity to feel the morality, gratitude, selflessness, unity, and justice like us-self-proclaimed sound people. They can only learn the true meaning of life in the ruthlessness of the streets and the cruelty of their peers. ."

　　 Thales sighed:

　　"Their poverty will only be passed on from generation to generation, and so will crime."

　　 Cohen's complexion is getting worse.

　　 Glover's expression remained unchanged, only his breathing accelerated, and Lyoke held his arm and unconsciously walked against the wall.

　　"And when the good-hearted person outside asks: Why is this?"

　　 Thales is heartbroken:

　　" People will pinch their noses and answer with condescending disgust: because they are scumbags, their family education is poor, because they don’t learn well, and even because they’re born this way: selfish, narrow-minded, vicious, lazy, mean, angry It’s all their own choice if they are unlearned and still committing crimes."

　　 Juvenile’s sentence speeds up suddenly:

　　"People will say: We didn’t force them to be self-improvement, force them not to progress, force them to be immoral, force them to become criminals and criminals, right?"

　　 The emotion of the prince surprised Glover, and the zombie hesitated to ask:

　　 "Your Highness?"

　　 "Some things are right," Thales said in a daze: "But it's more than that."

　　 "More than just."

　　 "If we really want to change the status quo, not comfort ourselves."

　　 Glover and Cohen looked at each other, and Lyoke still folded his arms and said nothing.

　　 Thales raised his head slowly:

　　"And when their existence and behavior-all cultivated in this deviant environment-threaten the freedom and safety of'people'."

　　 "People will be filled with righteous indignation again, righteously saying: Criminals must be hanged because they deserve it."

　　 "People will say that as long as such scum is dead, then they will not be able to harm others, and the future will be better."

　　 Cohen bit his lips tightly.

　　 "Haha, if the scumbags are all dead," Leyoke sneered:

　　"What else can people use to prove that they are good people?"

　　 Thales shook his head, ignoring the other's extreme:

　　 "As you just said, in the desert, whether it is an orc or a human, they all think: as long as all the enemies are killed, none are left."

　　"Peace will come~IndoMTL.com~Glover and Cohen are all startled together.

　　 "But the problem is," At that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to the prison of bones, and the words of Krasu of the Sword of Disaster and Ricky were floating in his ears.

　　"How do we kill those..."

　　 Taylors startled and authentic:

　　 "Is the enemy that cannot die?"

　　 Everyone was silent for a long time.

　　 "So like the fat guy said, the Brotherhood is everywhere and will never die."

　　 Cohen drew his hair indiscriminately, in pain:

　　 "Even if I kill the black sword, there will still be countless new black swords. They will pick up his weapons, speak his language, and even stand against his appearance."

　　"This is our real enemy, the enemy that cannot be killed."

　　Leyyoke smiled and tightened the black silk on his arm.

　　 "Punishment won't work, prohibition won't work, help won't work, charity is even more useless..."

　　 Cohen’s tone has a deep sense of powerlessness:

　　"That was the first time I understood: My sword can kill people."

　　 Cohen raised his head in a daze:

　　 "But it can't save lives."

　　 "Even one."

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