Kingdom’s Bloodline

On the afternoon of November 16th, at the center of Hongfang Street.

The neighborhood that should have been bustling with feasting and feasting, is now filled with patrol soldiers in star blue uniforms and light armor, and police officers in black and blue uniforms. Stretchers, supplies and record books, etc., came and went.

"There's another one here!" A patrol soldier beckoned, and together with his colleagues who heard the news, they dragged out a deformed human body from under a collapsed beam.

"This one is still breathing!" Another hurried call came from a distance. Doctors and healers hired by the city hall, including priests who volunteered from some temples, hurried forward.

Robic Dila, the first-level director of the Xicheng Police Department, was standing on a hill piled up by a collapsed house, stepping on a piece of blood-stained building materials.

He just sent away a few city hall officials who were dressed as brightly as the backstage with a smile, listened politely and accepted them humbly, "Look at this, it should be your responsibility, why did it happen like this? You know our city hall The office also has to go to work to serve the people, and the manna has time to come here to waste manpower" and other stupid complaints.

Behind Robic, there is an open space pulled out by a large umbrella. This is a temporary mortuary, and there are nearly a hundred corpses, including innocent citizens and gangsters. Many officials wore masks and walked around the corpse with paper and pens. From time to time, the corpse was recognized by family members who had heard the news or had been looking for it for a long time, and naturally there was a burst of heartbreaking.

Some family members recognized the uniforms of the officials, and even rushed forward in agitation, but they were pulled away by soldiers and police officers who had been prepared.

Robic lowered his head and sighed deeply.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the flies hadn't gathered yet.

Robick stepped on a signboard that was split into five or six petals—it looked like a chess and card room—and walked down with a stiff face.

An exquisite swordsman chess piece fell out of the ruins under the blood.

Robic stopped in his tracks.

He bent down slowly, picked up the chess piece, and wiped off the dust on it.

But the blood stains on the chess pieces had already congealed and could not be wiped off.

These bastards.

Robick looked at the chess pieces in his hand with a livid face.

This swordsman chess piece just happened to be missing the hand holding the sword, and it seemed to be broken under a sudden force.

The director turned his head and looked towards the side of the ruins, where a man in a dark red leather coat was also watching all this.

The man in the red coat turned around and looked at the director's dissatisfied expression.

"I won't agree!" Robic said firmly.

"Are you sure?" The man in the red coat showed his face, his thin face was covered with stubble, but his tone was full of hostility: "This is a request from the Blood Bottle Gang and that lord."

"Nekla! This is not what we originally agreed! Even that lord will not agree with you to blow up Hongfang Street into ruins and take away—almost 200 lives!" The chief of the security department gritted his teeth. , Almost holding back his anger, he spit out the words word by word.

"And you want—their bodies now?"

Robick felt that his dissatisfaction was about to break through the sky.

But the man he called Nekla, although his face was full of coldness, said indifferently:

"That's not accurate—it's just a dozen houses in the center of the block, isn't it?"

"And I really didn't know, it turned out that the chief of the Xicheng Police Department, who stood by and watched all night, also had a sense of justice and compassion—speaking of which, we lost a lot of people last night, didn't we?"

You scum, you gangsters are on fire, do you still expect me to help you? Robic thought angrily.

"This is the loss of our Blood Bottle Gang, it is also the loss of that lord, and of course it is also your loss, Mr. Director.

Nekla continued.

This scum, why did the Western Front deport him? His head should have been chopped off!

Robick cursed inwardly.

Nekla said in a bad tone: "So, for the benefit of that lord, you can still make decisions about some corpses, right?"

But Robick was not relented as he expected.

The director came to Nekla with heavy steps, so close that he almost touched his nose, and said with anger in his eyes:

"I don't care how many of you scumbags of the Blood Bottle Gang died - I followed the order of that lord, but he didn't say that you scumbags would play such a disaster! This morning, all the people in Wangdu We all know, you guys have nothing to do in Hongfang District! Even the imperial meeting is discussing gang fights in Xicheng District!"

Nekla's eyes changed.

He took a step forward without flinching, touched Robic's forehead, stared into the director's eyes, and said with hatred and anger:

"Then you should know that our anger is no less than yours! The Blood Bottle Gang has never been sloppy, and the blood debt will be repaid!"

Robic was also enraged by Nekla's provocative answer.

"Don't mention your crap! Especially you useless losers!" He yelled:

"The Blood Bottle Gang never gets along? Believe it or not, if I withdraw the police force and patrol team now, you scumbag won't even be able to leave Hongfang Street!"

Nekla frowned unhappily, and the anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

Robick stared back at him unflinchingly.

The surrounding patrol team members noticed the situation here and approached silently.

There were two captains who were the end swordsmen, their expressions turned cold, and they put their hands on the hilts at their waists.

Nekla glanced at these soldiers from the corner of her eye, and her heart trembled.

This big green skin is really kind.

At the same time, he noticed that among the residents watching the excitement outside the cordon, a few eyes with ulterior motives were also staring at this place, disappearing from time to time, and a few new eyes reappeared.

Damn frat.

After all, Hongfang Street no longer belongs to the Blood Bottle Gang.

Considering the strength of the Vigilance Agency and the threat of the Brotherhood, Nekla suppressed his dissatisfaction and took a step back.

The air magician has disappeared, at least until the blood magician returns, we must give in.

Damn the big green skin, and that damned nobleman.

"I apologize for my words and actions - Lord Robick Dilla," he said, biting the accent on "Lord," and a smile spread across his bony face, bowing his head as if the previous anger had been fake the same.

This bow is not standard.

"We really shouldn't have caused you such trouble—I'll leave right now to plead guilty to the Duke."

Nekla smiled shyly, turned and left.

Until the expected answer came from behind.

"etc!"

Robic clenched his fists tightly and told himself not to be impulsive.

hateful.

Damn.

Sure enough, if I took that step, I can't turn back.

Robic shook his hands weakly, and waved back the subordinates who were about to surround him.

The corners of Nekla's mouth curled up triumphantly.

I saw Director Robick closing his eyes in pain, and after a while, he trembled and said in a low voice:

"Damn—well, you can take bodies, but not more than twenty! And they have to be unclaimed!"

The smile on Nekla's face finally became sincere.

"As you command—your lordship."

He again warmly addressed Robick's title.

Unclaimed corpses? Nekla smiled contemptuously in his heart and said: Since it is the corpse wanted by the Blood Bottle Gang, it is natural that "no one" claimed it.

Is not it?

What a pleasant police-civilian cooperation.

Nekla bowed substandardly again, turned around and left.

Robic looked at his back, shook his head, and asked feebly:

"What on earth do you want those corpses for?"

"Enter some old friends for the big shots," Nekla said in a terrified tone without looking back:

"We need to prepare a banquet."

Nekla disappeared from sight, and also disappeared, as well as a few surveillance eyes from the crowd.

Lobik lowered his head and saw his own reflection on the pool of blood under his feet.

It was a helpless middle-aged man with grizzled hair and wrinkled vicissitudes.

Robick felt a pang of disgust.

He took a deep breath, looked at the chess piece in his hand, and saw the one-armed swordsman smiling at him.

The chief of the police department let go of his hand with a sad face, turned and left.

The swordsman without a sword fell into the bloody water, replacing Robic's reflection.

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Six o'clock in the afternoon, Mindis Hall.

"The four five-member groups have a clear division of labor and tacit cooperation. They are all super-level leaders, leading mortal-level experts—although they are extraordinary and experienced, judging from their equipment and identities, they are indeed hired."

Gilbert stood up from a corpse and waved for the guards to carry it down.

"Mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the royal family's property - if it is not the generous rewards promised by the employer, it is the self-confidence to avoid risks."

The middle-aged nobleman stood with his hands behind his back in the hall on the first floor, suppressing his disgust for his collaborators, and said to the empty corner:

"As a former adventurer, what do you think?"

A hoarse voice came from the void:

"It's both, and the latter are mostly - the employer didn't tell them the truth, 'You won't meet masters above the super level' or 'There won't be more than twenty guards' or something like that."

"Perhaps their employers didn't expect that our guarding power is far beyond that of ordinary aristocratic industries." The middle-aged nobleman replied.

Corpses were carried down from stairs, hall ceilings, and corridors.

Gilbert watched the guards carry the intruder out and clean up the blood, lowering his head in thought.

"But it's still too simple."

he murmured.

"Even though we doubled the number of guards in Mindis Hall, even though there are fifty well-trained mortal-level and even super-level end swordsmen, even though they were only hired to test - we still dealt with it too easily, too simply. "

The guards passing by carrying the corpse ignored Gilbert who was talking to himself.

It was as if the middle-aged nobleman was speaking into the air, until Yodel's figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

"They don't have the consciousness to die, and they don't intend to kill the guards." The masked secret guard whispered:

"If I shot later, they should be retreating."

Gilbert frowned deeply.

"That's not right, even if it's just a test, their attitude and methods are too rash, it's like—"

Jodl replied appropriately: "——it's like coming to your door to die."

The gray-haired middle-aged nobleman nodded and said:

"If their employers are really the ones we expected, they must know that if we really have important secrets, then such equipment will not help at all."

"Then what are they for? Covering the others?"

Jodl shook his head: "I don't feel anyone else."

"If no one else—"

At this moment, Gilbert and Jodl raised their heads at the same time and looked out the door.

In the setting sun, an ordinary carriage stepped on the avenue leading to Mindis Hall.

After listening to a guard's report, Gilbert nodded and said, "Jenny has arrived."

"That woman," Gilbert frowned, "I hated riding in a small carriage like a carriage the most—it seems that she restrained her likes and dislikes in order to deceive others."

After hearing this sentence, Jodl suddenly raised his head!

At first, Gilbert was still wondering why the secret guard, who couldn't see the expression, had such a big reaction.

But immediately, his face changed drastically, and he looked back at Yoddle in surprise.

Covering the eyes and ears of "people"——

No way?

"Didn't you say you didn't feel other people?" Gilbert asked with a livid face.

Jodl turned his head to look upstairs, his figure flickering.

"I left eight Terminator swordsmen upstairs—" But before Gilbert finished speaking, Yordle disappeared in front of his eyes!

Wait, didn't feel the words of other "people"——

Gilbert slapped his head hard!

"Everyone! Gather to the third floor at full speed! Protect the target!"

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Thales was dripping with cold sweat, looking nervously at the man in front of him.

Just now, this white-faced adult man in a gorgeous pleated sleeve shirt and expensive leather boots suddenly appeared between him and the eight ending swordsmen!

No wind, no sound, no air, no trace.

Then, the eight Terminator swordsmen around Thales shot blood from their necks one after another!

It's not that the traverser has never encountered a powerful enemy, such as the magician Ashida, but he really has never encountered an enemy that appeared so suddenly.

It was so abrupt that Thales' visual nerves couldn't even react!

He didn't see how the opponent moved at all.

Thales wanted to yell subconsciously, but a right hand suddenly appeared in front of him!

This well-dressed man suddenly covered his mouth.

Thales still couldn't see his movements clearly.

Even a master like "Ghost with the Wind" Rolf, although his movements are swift and violent, at least there are traces and afterimages!

But the movement of the man in front of him to move his right hand—was completely absent.

It's like animation skipping frames.

Thales, who struggled to no avail, gave up wasting energy. He calmed down, tried his best to calm the beating of his heart, and looked at the man in front of him.

This man is slightly taller than Yodel, with neat blond hair scattered behind his forehead, and clear blue pupils. Although his face is morbidly pale, he is really—that's how Thales can describe it—very hansome.

Compared with Ashida's feminine and handsome, this man can be said to be the "sunshine and chic" type. Coupled with his simple but elegant taste in clothing, he will definitely attract girls when he goes out.

It's a pity that Thales couldn't feel any warmth on his body.

There was a good smell of perfume coming from the man's body, even a slut like Thales could recognize it, it was not at all the cheap perfume worn by the petty bourgeois in the market.

Now, this handsome man smiled at him with a pale grin:

"It was just a stretch - but look at me, what have I found?"

"An ephemeral cub."

ephemeral species?

Thales seized on this particular wording.

"The smell on you—tsk tsk, it's really delicious."

"Sure enough, food is always in unexpected places!"

But the next moment, the relaxed blond man suddenly changed his face.

His hand covering Thales flickered and changed again, and the next moment, Thales was held in his arms by him covering his mouth.

"I found out so quickly—that mask, I can't deal with it," the handsome blond man murmured, "Pack it up and eat it at home."

"Fortunately, the sun is about to go down."

These were the last words Thales heard.

The next moment, his eyes were surrounded by blood red, and the sky was spinning for a while.

The scene in Mindis Hall seemed to be spinning and getting smaller and smaller.

Before his consciousness disappeared, Thales vaguely saw the mask of Yordle appearing among the corpses of the eight Terminator swordsmen.

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I've been thinking about opening a QQ group recently, but I don't know how many people are reading this book. If I open a group, and there are two or three kittens all year round, wouldn't it be embarrassing to the world (scratching head)~

For those of you who are reading this book, why not let me know in the book review area? It can be regarded as giving me some confidence~

by Wujian with a serious face

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