Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Yara! Black pine! Another—a dozen more!"

In the noisy and dim Sunset Bar, Quaid panted heavily, lying on the bar counter, pouring the wine into his mouth one cup after another.

"Hey, big man, no money for tips, no black pine!"

Yala, who was standing behind the bar, brought up two large glasses of black pine wine with a displeased face, and unceremoniously slammed them on the bar, "For your father's sake, these are the last two glasses! Here are thirty Finish drinking in seconds, and then get the hell out of here! Every hour you sit here, the profit of our bar, no, the entire underground street will drop by 10%!"

Quaid was already a little dizzy from drinking, but even in a bar full of people, Yalapo's hot voice could still be heard far away. Feeling the gazes of the drinkers around him and the possible smiles in their hearts, Quaid felt There was a burst of fire.

I was the "Blood Axe" Quaid Roda who made the whole downtown fearful back then. If it wasn't for that incident—how could it be now that even a bar girl would dare to bully me?

Even the bald-headed Spencer, who debuted two years later than himself, dared to laugh at himself to the beggar, laughing at what he said below——

Grass!

"A chick with no eyes!" Quaid gritted his teeth, shook his heavy head, stood up, reached out and grabbed Yala's hand, dragged her across the bar to him, and roared viciously: "I Say it! A dozen black pine wine!"

The whole bar fell silent.

The downtown area is a famous chaotic place in Yongxing City, and the underground street is a famous chaotic place in the downtown area-especially after the Black Street Brotherhood took over ten years ago, and the Sunset Bar is the operation center of this chaotic place Well, the people in the Sunset Bar are basically either people who belong to the Brotherhood of the Black Street, or people who come to the Brotherhood of the Black Street.

So when Quaid grabbed Yala's hand and yelled, everyone in the bar looked like they were watching the show, and they didn't make a sound or stop them.

Quaid's head became more and more dizzy, but he still felt that the wrist he was grasping was so smooth and tender, and the faint fragrance from Yala's body came faintly, under the dim light of the candlesticks in the bar, In Yala's close range, her short brown hair looked neat and neat, and her smooth face and delicate contours appeared clearer than usual, so Quaid thought a lot about it for a while.

Yala also seemed to be frightened by him, looking in surprise at this former gold medalist, now a down-and-out alcoholic.

When the noise of the drinkers in his ear disappeared, the dizzy Quaid felt vaguely satisfied. He felt that his actions had received the attention he deserved.

But soon, as he shifted his gaze to Yara, his drink was slowly sobering.

So the joy of being reckless just now gradually turned into fear and trembling.

Yara Sarriton, Quaid is one of the few people who knows her full name. This beautiful woman——Quaid recalled in his mind, what his father told him to "stay away from her", and what he saw and heard at the Sunset Bar several times.

And this pungent and alluring "bar girl" was staring at him with playful eyes at the moment.

Quaid's jaw began to tremble unconsciously:

"Yara, that, I'm not..."

But before Quaid could react——

"despair!"

His hand holding Yala was slammed backhanded by the latter!

In the next second, the middle finger and index finger of Quaid's hand were folded in reverse!

Then came the piercing pain.

"Ah!"

Quaid cried out in pain, his face deformed.

But it wasn't over yet, Yala clasped his outstretched hand fiercely, and pulled it hard in the opposite direction of the elbow joint!

"Crack!"

"Ah! No! Yala! Sister Yala! I—I was wrong—I shouldn't—ah!"

The sound of the dislocation of the elbow joint came out at the same time as Quaid's scream.

Quaid didn't finish his begging for mercy,

This neat woman turned over with her strength, stepped onto the bar with her slender left leg in ultra-short leather pants, and slammed Quaid hard on the neck!

"Well done little Yala! You didn't embarrass the boss!"

"This skill can be used to apply for the end swordsman training!"

"I'm actually wearing safety pants!"

"I swear I saw it! I bet she was wearing black!"

The drinkers around immediately resumed the excitement of drinking and drinking, and booed Yala one by one.

"Listen, you gorilla!"

Yala stared fiercely at Quaid, who was crushed out of breath. She stood behind the bar with one foot, her left leg pressed against the bar, and her right hand clasped Quaid's outstretched arm. .

She slowly pulled out a strangely shaped knife from the holster on the boot on her left leg—the blade and handle were not in a straight line, and looked like a wolf's leg from a distance.

Then, without changing his face, he stabbed it vertically on Quaid's palm!

The point of the knife was nailed into the bar.

The booing of the drinkers got louder.

"Woohoo!" Quaid burst into tears from the pain, but he could only make a sound like a pig whining when his neck was pressed.

Yala slowly lowered her upper body, stretched out her perfect flexibility, approached Quaid's tearful face, whistled and smiled.

Then his face turned fierce and fierce, and he pronounced the words in a rhythmic (but chilling) and amorous voice:

"Quaid Rhoda—"

"I don't care whose son you are, and I don't care what kind of beggar leader you are, or what kind of thug who collects black accounts—"

"But you fucking, listen to me—"

"From now until the end of the world—"

"If you dare to show up in my old lady's bar—"

"I'll put you, down, face, then, say, son—"

"Piece by piece—"

"Chop into pieces—"

"Mix it into the wine—"

"One bite at a time—"

"Down it for you—"

"Understood? Trash!"

When Quaid cried and escaped from the Sunset Bar while protecting his pierced right palm under the laughter of the drinkers and Yala's contemptuous eyes, Yala clapped her palm and wiped it clean with disgust on her face. The blood on the wolf's leg knife seemed to be stained not with blood, but with the slime of hell demons.

Yala turned her head unhappily, and saw those drinkers who were still staring at the bar, many of them had ulterior motives and lustful eyes.

"What are you looking at! Whoever dares to watch again will pay twice the price for the drink!"

After throwing a harsh word and diverting the drinker's attention from her back to the wine, Yala threw down the rag viciously and walked into the back kitchen.

"Is this enough? I followed what you said, and specifically said about his 'that talk'."

Yala grabbed a bottle of white wine, and a multi-purpose knife suddenly appeared in the heart of her left hand, and she picked open the cork neatly.

"Of course, of course, Miss Yala." In the back kitchen, Quaid's deputy and the actual manager of the beggar business, Nar Rick lightly held up the black top hat on his head, and nodded with a smile: "I hope he will Can be restrained, from unrestrained drinking to endless beating of beggars, the fraternity can't keep wiping his ass."

"What you want to say is that you can't keep wiping his ass." Yala quickly took a sip of wine, and Rick suddenly felt that this rude gesture was more appropriate and fresh and attractive on Yala's body.

"That's right, because the interests of the fraternity are my interests." Rick smiled and touched the back of his neck unconsciously.

"Are you sure it really works? Why do I think that a person like him will cause more trouble when he goes back? For example, venting his anger on your beggar?"

You really know him, Rick thought.

"Actually, I don't know whether it will work or not, because I don't know him well, but," Rick shook his head helplessly—this is already his signature gesture of showing innocence and sincerity—and said: "He has gotten worse recently, three A few days ago, for a ridiculous reason, a seedling I was optimistic about was beaten up, if it weren't for that child who was relatively smart, there would be one more seedling who died in Quaid's hands."

I didn't know you were so generous and righteous, Yala rolled her eyes in her heart.

Having said that, Rick's gaze suddenly became firm.

"So I decided it couldn't go on like this. He has to be warned - otherwise, sooner or later he's going to ruin my hard-earned business."

"Okay, you don't have to explain to me so many reasons for 'I have to kill my boss'."

Yala yawned and waved Rick away.

"I didn't say I was going to kill him—"

"Speaking of which, pay the agreed reward as soon as possible, I only accept cash," Yala interrupted Rick, she drank the white wine lazily, stuck out her tongue and licked the last drop from the mouth of the bottle. mouth - this action made Rick's heart flutter - "Also, you still have to pay for the drink he owed today."

Especially—Yara narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Rick who took off his hat and went away.

——Don't think that I don't know, you have mixed Quaid's wine today.

Others can't recognize it, but I, Yala from the Sunset Bar, can clearly see that what Quaid drinks is high-strength Chaka spirits.

Unlike the alcohol that makes people drunk, Chaka wine is often given to death row prisoners in shackles on the Western Front who are preparing to charge.

So, Gnar Rick—are you sure you have too much money to spend instead of actually trying to kill him?

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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house full of shame, pain, and drunkenness—he didn't live in the headquarters of the Black Street, Quaid felt that anyone inside who knew the inside story seemed to be staring at him when he saw him. Looking at his lower body——, two thugs in a hurry happened to pass behind the wall, and their chatter was heard from afar.

"Have you heard? The beggars are spreading a rumor that Boss Quaid is no longer a man—"

"What do you mean? Can he still turn into a woman?"

"Idiot, it means that Quaid was eunuched! It is said that it was in a haunted house when collecting bills on Karima Street several years ago-it was left after the Earl of Norfolk and his family were hanged That room—a very strange thing happened, everyone said that a female ghost in red cut off his lower part, and it was clean."

In that instant, Quaid felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his head.

The next moment, out of control, he roared angrily, jumped out from behind the wall, and tightly strangled one of the thugs by the neck!

"Who! Who said that! What bastard!"

"Which bastard!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

The other thug took a few steps back in panic.

Quaid ruthlessly pressed the person in his hand to the ground, and the grip became tighter and tighter, but the pierced right palm was a little bit unbearable.

After all, he was the famous thug leader of the fraternity back then, and he was also a top fighter at the mortal level. Even though years of decadence had caused his physical fitness to decline and his skills to decline, as long as he didn't face the female snitch from the Surridon family just now, he could still Winning over an ordinary thug, especially now, Quaid felt that the anger all over his body had turned into endless energy.

"Boss Quaid—it was just a rumor, we didn't believe it—ah!" Quaid looked up like a wild beast!

The thug, who was justifying, was severely frightened and took a step back.

But he immediately saw that the other companion was already pale, exhaled more than breathed in.

The thug who couldn't keep backing faced Quaid's fierce light, his face was full of fear: "Ah, yes, it's all rumors spread by those beggars, boss, it's really not our fault, you, you go ask those rumors Beggar will know!"

"Crack!" This is the sound of a broken neck.

The thug who was strangled by Quaid was already out of breath.

And Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes were full of murderous gleams, the aftertaste of drinking tonight was so strong that he was gradually losing even the last bit of sanity.

The remaining thugs were trembling all over. Seeing that the situation was not good, they screamed and ran away while crawling.

Quaid wanted to chase, but he was so drunk that he couldn't run because of his unsteady steps.

He gasped heavily, looked at the corpses under his feet, felt puzzled, and kicked a few more times before shaking his head and walking towards more than twenty abandoned houses.

Quaid didn't think about why the thugs who patrolled tonight (which is very necessary to keep an eye on the beggars) didn't show up at all, he just had a drive in his mind, and he only wanted to find those who laughed at him.

Then, torture them to death one by one.

Quaid, who had just killed someone, felt as if a long-lost shackle had been released from his mind, and he had returned to the past days of earning a living by knife.

These damned little thieves, he thought viciously, since he dared to spread rumors, he will make you pay the price.

Damn little thief.

The escaped thug climbed tremblingly out of the large stone gate of the abandoned house, and bumped into Rick under the tree outside the gate.

"Mr. Rick!" Seeing Rick, the thug seemed to have seen a savior, "Boss Quaid——Quaid is crazy! Didn't you say, didn't you say that we must escape? In the end, we didn't even have a word." After finishing speaking, Quaid--" The thug was already out of breath with fear, and couldn't speak clearly.

"Pearson failed to escape? He, he was given by Quaid?" Rick seemed taken aback.

After getting the thug's crying confirmation, Rick shook his head sadly: "It's my fault, I thought that Quaid would hide in shame when he heard the news——There is no way, you go and close the big stone gate , lock Quaid in the abandoned housing area, then prepare the carriage, and we will set off immediately."

"Okay——Mr. Rick, where are we going?" The thug who was still in shock heard that he was going to leave, and nodded repeatedly, without even thinking about what to do with the beggars who were also inside.

"Go to the headquarters and find Boss Morris."

Seeing the thugs rushing to the big stone gate, reaching out to close the double-opening gate and inserting the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly became solemn.

Now, Quaid will definitely look for all the beggars, and there must be someone that the "ghost" wants among them.

I have advanced today's work and rest time, and it is not very late yet, Quaid has most of the night to take care of those beggars.

Whether it is beating or killing, it is the ghost, the assassin, that has to be concerned. Since he is interested in the beggars, what will he do when these beggars encounter a catastrophe?

First of all, there must be no time to find yourself.

If he was looking for a beggar, then Quaid would be killed by him, so that the Black Street Brotherhood would take over here tomorrow, and he would have no trouble.

If he came to kill some beggars, he might watch Quaid (this is very possible, never underestimate the dirtyness of noble families) kill all the beggars, and his troubles would be solved.

In short, that trouble, the problem of that big man's family, and the coldness of the back of his neck, will all be resolved tonight.

Otherwise, one day, that ghost who can't find the target will come to him head-on. Rick doesn't think that these lackeys of the big family will have a good temper, and he doesn't think that after meeting the other party, he will still Can fully see the sun the next day.

It's not that Rick didn't think about it, pretending to be sick for a month, or simply please transfer to another place, and run away from that terrible ghost as far as possible, until it finds what it wants.

However, Rick, who was going well the day before, suddenly got sick or stayed away. Wouldn't he explain to the ghost "I know your existence" and then bet his life on the kindness of the ghost that "does not involve the innocent"?

There must be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to thwart the ghost's attempts.

Boss Quaid - I'm going to trouble you again this time! Rick thought lightly.

It's a pity that these beggars are gone, that Thales, and that Karak. And afterward, there is also a chance that I will suffer due to poor supervision, but compared with my own life and future——

At this time, the thug who escaped by chance drove the carriage from a distance.

Rick nodded to him, gave an encouraging and comforting smile, and walked to the carriage.

Then, he took out the miniature retractable crossbow from his arms, and shot the bolt soaked in the poisonous bluegrass into the wide open mouth of the surprised thug.

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When Rick made that decision—which was never known to the world, but still profoundly affected the fate of the kingdom—the night, because of the early rest, the beggars in the sixth house were led by Thales. Next, sitting next to the fire that was finally lit, counting today's harvest.

"The woman in black gave eight coppers—I heard that her youngest son just died of typhoid fever not long ago, no wonder she is so generous."

"Milara, with drooping ears, gave us all the coppers left over from the grocery shopping—oh, only two."

With a smile on his face, Xinti counted out the coins one by one and piled them to the left. Thales nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and drew two "positive" characters on the ground.

"The skinny guy in the highland boots wouldn't pay, so Ryan and I taught him a lesson."

Kelly took out a card and looked at the words on it distressedly: "But he only has this card in his arms, but I don't know what it is for."

"That's the access card for the National Academy of Sciences, the Canxing Great Library, which is in the upper city, five blocks away from us," Thales said after examining the card, "That skinny man must be A scholar from a foreign college—I don’t know if it’s a philosopher or a scientist, but judging by his desolate appearance, he might be a literary scholar.”

"Wow! Thales, you actually know the words on it!" Kolia and Ned looked at Thales with admiration.

"How is it possible!" Thales shrugged, looking at the vague hope in the eyes of the two children, "No one has ever taught us to read and count—I only knew it when I saw the emblem of the book on the back of the card .”

However, Thales thought to himself that he was already teaching himself characters, such as the words on the signs of "Sunset Bar", "Grove Pharmacy", and "National Academy of Sciences", and his previous memories made him understand Knowledge generates inexplicable respect and admiration, and thus does not miss any opportunity to learn and accumulate.

Being able to sit freely at the desk and absorb the wisdom of the predecessors - Thales raised his dusty hands, looked at the calluses that had been ground prematurely due to all day hard work, touched his stomach that was not full at all, and sighed One breath - it is really a kind of happiness.

Thales no longer remembers the scene of his time travel. To be precise, those memories before time travel were retrieved bit by bit as the child Thales gradually grew up and his brain took shape.

His memory from the age of two to three was scattered and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, he only remembered a piece of sticky blood red (he didn't know why the color could be described as "sticky"). A black stone house filled with cries of babies, a bony woman—until he later learned it was Beth the Black Widow, the headmaid responsible for raising the newest children of the fraternity.

Thales was sent to the abandoned house when he was three years old, and since then, the memory of his previous life has gradually become clearer, and the scene that flashes back to his mind the most is him sitting at a desk, looking between the books and the computer Walking around, or sitting in a classroom, discussing something with a dozen young people (or a middle-aged or elderly professor) in various costumes.

But that is already illusory.

For four years, Thales struggled to maintain the survival of the beggars in the sixth house in the life of beggars in the lower city full of beatings, bullying, darkness, crime and death.

Compared with the graduate student whose brain was more developed than his body in his previous life, the four-year beggar career brought Thales many new skills, such as acting skills to win sympathy, pickpocketing without anyone noticing, clever and quiet eavesdropping Scouting, blaming rivals through street co-op, and more.

During this period, Thales also made a lot of preparations beyond the scope of a beggar, such as building a good relationship with people of different classes (in the downtown area, "different classes" probably means "different classes of inferior people"), and secretly inquiring about brothers The secrets of the meeting, arranging several secret locations, hiding some inventory (on this point, Quaid was really right) and so on.

That's right, Thales is not prepared to obediently accept the fate that this world bestows upon him. He will not be a beggar who keeps his own law and order, nor will he become a thug or thief of the fraternity, and he is not interested in staging any "gangster situation" in Yongxing City.

He wants to escape.

Then, go live your own life and be a free person.

At least freer than now.

Just take one step at a time, following the plan he had made - Thales looked towards the corner of the room, where there was an inconspicuous stone slab.

I can-

"No! Kara!"

At this moment, from the seventeenth room next door, there was a sudden exclamation mixed with fear and panic.

Soon, Thales will learn the most important lesson after his time travel, that is: Accidents always come suddenly.

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