Kingdom’s Bloodline

Underground Street, Grove Pharmacy.

Grove listlessly sent away a bloodied frat thug, recorded his credit in a book, and then sat down lazily behind the counter, warming himself with a bottle of wine, watching his wife Organize the shelves.

Not to mention the occasional street robbery and petty theft, even if everything goes well, opening a pharmacy in the downtown area is basically useless, but he, the well-rounded Grove, still takes root in this notoriously chaotic place, Ping An has been in business for more than ten years, which is really not something ordinary people can do.

In addition to the good contacts that his father made during his lifetime, the good cooperative relationship with the Black Street Brotherhood is also one of the reasons-now in the underground street, he can be considered a high-ranking person, who dares to show him face?

Every time he thinks of this, Grove feels a little complacent, which makes him look at his shop more comfortably and take a sip of warm wine from time to time.

Dad, my foundation is much stronger than when you were cheated and abducted back then, right?

The door of the shop was pushed open, and the bell behind the door rang.

And a cold wind seeping in from the street.

Here are the guests.

Under the cold, Grove shivered, and reluctantly raised his head from behind the counter—not to mention those little thieves who don't open their eyes, they haven't stopped for more than ten years.

"It's winter recently, and the medicinal materials are in short supply, and the typhoid medicine is not enough! If you insist on buying, the price will not be cheap—"

Grove, who was repeating mechanically, was taken aback when he saw the guest.

The person who opened the door was a tough man with a strong figure but a cold face. He lifted his cloak to reveal the hilt of his sword at his waist, and looked down at Grove.

Behind him was another big man of the same stature. The latter was unlucky to be hung by the rope of the doorbell and was taken aback. Then he held the weapon at his waist and looked around uncomfortably.

Grove was a little puzzled.

Haven't heard of these two people in the fraternity?

newcomer?

Or robbery?

Living in downtown for a long time, Grove's first instinct was to reach for a knife under the counter, but the appearance of a third person made him lose his mind

It was of average stature,

With a childish face, it is obvious that he is a young man who is still growing.

He lifted his hood and glanced at the shop in a daze.

strangeness.

Grove muttered, he has seen a lot over the years, he has met all kinds of customers who are casually shopping, sincerely haggling, poor but pretending to be rich, rich but stingy...

But he couldn't see the details of this young man, he couldn't tell whether he was the second generation of aristocrats from a wealthy family, or a commoner in the lower city who was used to living a tight life, and he couldn't tell whether he was a gangster who had been beaten. He is still a harmless and somewhat cute playboy young master.

The young customer ignored him, but stretched out his hand and caressed the rows of shelves, like a wanderer who just returned home.

On the contrary, his two burly followers, the former one was extremely vigilant and turned his head from time to time, while the latter put down his hood and stared straight at Grove, hesitating to speak.

Grove saw the latter's appearance clearly, and his complexion changed drastically.

"Fuck, it's you again," the pharmacy owner blurted out with disgust and annoyance on his face

"Stupid police officer?"

Cohen, who was about to greet his boss, was taken aback for a moment.

"What did you say, what?"

Grove coughed, but the disdain in his eyes remained undiminished.

"I mean... Sergeant Karabyan."

Cohen's eyes lit up, he ignored the young man walking around the store, and leaned towards the counter

"I'm here today—"

"You can just do it, don't come here to stir up shit again! I really don't sell any illegal drugs here," Grove sighed before he could speak, "and it has nothing to do with those gangsters. ..."

Boom.

With the other arm propped up against the store door, a stocky, fat man walked into Grove's pharmacy, looking around with interest.

Seeing who was coming, Grove shuddered and his words were choked!

"Ah, ah, Mo, Maurice?"

Grove looked at the new guest in front of him in horror.

But he reacted quickly, quickly adjusted and walked out of the counter, with a forced smile and spread his arms, as if to embrace

"Morris, Morris, Maurice! Good friends come!"

But Morris stretched out his hand relentlessly, and pressed Grove's chest, preventing him from hugging himself.

"Grove."

The big brother of the fraternity just nodded lightly, and slowly but irrefutably pushed Grove back behind the counter.

The latter could only show an awkward and nervous smile.

Cohn's eyes widened.

"You... didn't you say you didn't know each other? You and this fraternity scum!" Cohen said angrily.

But the two who greeted him ignored him.

"Huan, welcome, Morris, you, uh...do you have anything special?" Grove looked nervously at the fat man with a calm face, and his words revealed humbleness and flattery.

"Relax," Morris squinted and patted the pharmacy owner on the shoulder, "old man."

"I'm going for a walk."

Grove was shocked when he was photographed, and then reacted with a smile

"Of course, of course!"

"Come on, take a walk! Clean up the floor, honey! Serve out your pie!"

Grove's wife nervously grabbed the broom next to the shelf.

But Morris grabbed the boss's shoulders!

"Don't bother, take a look with your friends, and leave in a while." Morris said calmly.

But the more indifferent the big brother of the Brotherhood was, the more terrified Grove became.

"Okay, okay..." Grove waved his wife back, approached Morris cautiously, first looked at the angry Cohen, and then pointed to the boy in a trance by the shelf

"What... what's going on here? Why is there a security officer? Also, who is that?"

Morris raised his eyebrows, turned around and Glover stood at the door and stared at him, holding the weapon with his right hand, and the warning in his eyes never diminished.

"bodyguard."

The majestic fat man let out a soft snort

"My friend's bodyguard."

Grove was taken aback, "Friend?"

"Ah, a kid," Morris said, turning his head to look at the boy in the shelf, with deep meaning

"And a 'big' friend."

Grove blinked and looked at the boy with a different look.

he yelled

"Oh, uh uh, that customer enjoyed shopping haha!"

After saying that, Grove rolled his eyes, rubbed his palms, and said with a smile

"It just so happens that Morris is here, the one I want to prepay for next month! Yanni, bring the purse!"

Morris frowned.

"Participants?" Cohen reacted faster, suddenly annoyed

"Hey! How dare you collect protection money in front of me—"

Grove turns to the Sheriff, serious

"What, what, what protection fee, don't talk nonsense! This is the money I owe my friend, and I'm just paying it back! Do you understand paying it back!"

"Repay the money? Is there a 'partner' for repaying the money?"

Cohn jumps to his feet, then swears

"I'm telling you, don't be afraid, the police officer is here to uphold justice for you—"

On the other side of the shelf, the owner's young wife walked tremblingly

"But, my dear, didn't you just hand in last month's shares..."

Grove seemed to have found a breakthrough, he turned his head and said fiercely

"Where is so much nonsense, bitch!"

His wife flinched a little from his yelling.

"Morris is our good friend, so why bother?"

Grove looked rich and waved his hand

"Just bring it!"

He then turned his head to look at Morris with a complicated expression, and became friendly and flattering again.

"Hey! Do you think I don't exist!" This is Cohen who is filled with righteous indignation.

"But our monthly income..." This is poor Jenny.

boom!

Morris slapped the counter with a slap. suppress all voices

"As I said!"

Morris looked around, and the fraternity boss' eyes were so powerful that everyone was forced to shut up.

"Grove, I just came for a walk."

Morris smiled and put his palm on Grove's shoulder

"Relax."

The owner of the pharmacy nodded subconsciously, but he obviously couldn't relax. Instead, he fidgeted under Morris's palm, dripping with cold sweat.

Morris curled up his lips and smiled lightly.

"We have a rule that since it is next month's money, then pay it next month."

Grove exhaled.

Morris glanced at Cohen out of the corner of his eye.

"Or, don't pay?"

As soon as this remark came out, Grove broke out in cold sweat again.

"Huh? I'm not this..."

But Morris smiled lightly, let go of him, turned around, and stepped between the shelves.

Follow the boy's footsteps.

"rule?"

Cohen leaned over to the counter, gritted his teeth in disbelief

"Hey! Grove, you don't have to pay him, and you don't have to be afraid of him! I promise, as long as you are willing to testify against the crimes of the Morris gang, defrauding the market and extorting money, I will definitely send him to prison..."

Grove, who was overwhelmed by fright, looked at him ignorantly.

At this moment, another figure passed the counter lightly, but brought a chill for no reason.

Grove shuddered!

"Hi, Leyock!"

Grove nervously looked at the backs of those passing by, forcing himself to smile

"The wound medicine sent over last time is still suitable..."

But the Quiet Killer didn't even look at him, just crossed the counter and followed his boss.

Tuliu Grove extended his greeting hand awkwardly in the air.

Cohen looked at Leyock's back, and then at the stunned Grove, feeling that what he said before was for nothing.

He chased after the quiet killer angrily

"No, you did it on purpose! Let me tell you, Leyock, there are still three unsolved murders on you, wait for my colleagues to find all the evidence..."

But Leyok didn't even look at him, his face was expressionless.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the kitchen for pie."

Cohen startled

"Eating pie? You, you really came to embezzle people's property—"

But before he could do anything, Glover next to him covered Cohen's mouth.

"Uh! Uhh! Don't—I'm going to—uhh!"

The zombie kept pushing and bumping without changing expression, pushing the police officer into a dark corner.

The shop finally fell silent.

At this moment, beside the shelf on the other side, the young man who was silently visiting the Grove Pharmacy suddenly turned around and called to the owner's wife.

"Your name is Jenny, isn't it?"

The proprietress who had just been wronged and was arranging the shelves with her head down was taken aback and raised her head.

"Yes, yes, this...guest, how can I help you?"

The young man who took a leisurely tour - Thales saw the appearance of the other party clearly. It was a young woman with gentle eyebrows and a young figure.

"Are you a helper here?"

The young proprietress obviously knew that the people in the store were members of the fraternity, she hadn't recovered from the atmosphere just now, and said cautiously

"Yes, I, I have always been a helper here..."

Across the shelf, Thales looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young woman in front of him, with a moment of bewilderment in his eyes.

"But the boss calls you 'honey', and 'stinky bitch'?"

Thales felt Morris walking towards them across the aisles, and the rest of the store turned their attention to their strange conversation.

But Thales didn't care.

Jenny looked back at her husband on the counter—Grove panicked again—a small look.

"I... I am his wife. Married him a few years ago."

Yeah.

Thales looked softly but disappointed at Yanni in front of him—the helper Yanni in the pharmacy, who used to help beggars when she was young, distributed food and medicine, and even warm clothes, and was beaten and scolded by the boss more than once for this reason. Ni.

And the stingy, vicious, ugly and smelly pharmacy owner.

Thales lowered his head, feeling dull in his heart.

I... I am his wife. married him a few years ago.

Things are different.

But not all happy endings.

Then the prince looked up.

"You know, Jenny, you are very beautiful and young."

Yanni was taken aback, startled

"Ah I……"

But Thales recalled the past and looked at her with extremely warm eyes

"Gentle and kind, hardworking and capable."

Yanni blushed for a while, then glanced at the people around nervously, shaking her head in a hurry

"No, no, I..."

But Thales continued without waiting for her to speak.

"And your husband, he is old and ugly, with yellow teeth, a strange temper, and a bad temper."

When I was a child, I came here to "do business" by myself, but I was often beaten and scolded by him.

Grove at the counter froze in place when he heard these words.

Yanni also seemed to be frightened.

But Thales was serious and said to her word by word.

"It sounds like he's not good enough for you."

Yanni's face turned even redder, and she lowered her head in panic.

at this moment.

"Hey!"

A tall and fat figure inserted between the shelves also interrupted this weird conversation.

"Why don't you clean up the shelf over there, Yanni? There is some dust."

Morris smiled authentically.

As if she had received an amnesty, Yanni hurriedly avoided Thales' fiery gaze and hid to the other side.

The fat man from the fraternity looked at the figure of the light proprietress going away, and let out a soft snort

"I don't think a person like you came here to go shopping or flirt with women?"

Thales sighed and turned to face Morris

"What if it is?"

Morris's expression changed, his enthusiasm was like fire

"The Lower Town and the Brotherhood welcome you at any time!"

"So does Hongfang Street."

Morris closed his eyes with a smile

"After all, not every gentleman likes to have mud on his boots."

Thales no longer paid attention to Grove and Yanni who were whispering, and answered with the same deep meaning

"Mud is the foundation of a house."

Morris picked up a jar of medicine and threw it away, shrugging

"But for some people, building a house is about not seeing the mud."

Thales smiled coldly, grabbed the potion in his hand decisively, and carefully put it back in place

"Then their house will collapse sooner or later."

Morris was a little surprised by the boy's actions.

"Excuse me," the fat man said apologetically

"My sister's culture, I don't quite understand it."

Thales suddenly spoke

"It's not just your family."

Morris pricked up his ears

"Um?"

I saw Thales raised his head, looking at the once familiar, but now strange eyes.

"It's not just you. During this period of time, the Blood Bottle Gang has also been tampered with, and many profitable businesses have been cut off internally and externally - such as bootleg liquor trafficking, such as smuggling, such as the grain market, such as iron smelting. , and they have a deep relationship with the nobles and officials, and are closely connected with the market on the surface, so they are more affected."

Morris looked serious, and he turned around, staring at Grove and Yanni, who were watching this side of the counter, shrinking their heads in horror, not daring to listen any more.

Only then did the fat man look at Thales, and said in a low voice

"I don't understand……"

"Of course you understand," Thales interrupted him, walking to another row of shelves

"What did Belicia tell you? Who kidnapped her?"

Morris stared slightly, vigilant.

"So, you are here on behalf of the Kingdom's Secret Division?"

"Or simply, this matter is based on your instruction, and the Kingdom's Secret Division is just following orders?"

Thales smiled.

"Look, you know."

But Morris' face changed. He stared at Thales coldly and shook his head

"I am so flattered to be favored by you."

The fat man thought silently, where did he or the Brotherhood offend the little prince?

Or, was it that Hei Jian offended him in Dragon Clouds City six years ago?

Is it worth him launching the secret department to seek revenge?

What hatred, what resentment!

Thales shook his head easily when he saw the effect.

"On the contrary," the prince said earnestly, stopping in front of another row of typhoid medicine aisles

"I have nothing to do with the secret department, and they don't know that I came behind their backs."

Morris glanced.

"you sure?"

fat man suspicious

"Secret subjects are pervasive..."

"I'm sure." Thales turned around decisively and interrupted him

"When I say they don't know..."

The prince's expression was stern, and he could not refute

"They dare not know."

Morris was silent for a while.

"You are very confident," he stared intently at Thales' face

"Just like countless opponents who fell at the feet of the Black Prophet."

Thales was also silent for a moment.

The opponent who fell at the feet of the Black Prophet...

For some reason, he suddenly recalled many people, the former King Eddie, Crown Prince Midil, King Nun...

"I don't know about Kingdom Secrets, and I don't know what the Black Prophet has to do with your 'Sleepless Eye' Lanser," Thales said after finishing his thoughts, but Morris frowned again

"But I know that your relationship is complicated and you are in a delicate situation."

Thales stared at Morris steadfastly, feeling the fantasy of the status change between the two parties six years later, while trying to dig out something from the eyes of the fraternity boss.

"If Lancer doesn't like the Black Prophet," the prince said lightly

"Tell him I don't like it either."

"That should be the basis of our dialogue."

Morris thought about it.

Thales turned around, ignored the fat man, and went to the counter to resume the previous conversation.

"He forced you?"

"Ah!" Yanni at the counter was startled, only then did she realize that the boy whose eyes were so hot that she couldn't bear it had found her again.

Thales stared at Grove behind the counter, and suddenly found that the other party was looking at him and Morris behind him, and he had already huddled in fear—he was no longer the vicious, cruel and petty boss he once was. image.

"You used to be a helper here, and he was the boss. So he forced you to marry him?"

Yanni was stunned.

Thales stared sharply

"For example, if you don't marry him, you won't have a job?"

grove behind the counter shuddered

"No--"

Seeing her husband's fear, Yanni also came back to her senses, tremblingly said

"I, of course not!"

"I, I voluntarily."

"Volunteer?"

Thales raised his voice and stared at Grove, but there was a condescending illusion

"You could have had a better choice."

"It doesn't have to be him."

Cohen, who reappeared from a hidden corner, just happened to encounter this scene, and was stunned for a second, "Huh?"

Grove was about to speak, but when he saw the size of Cohen and Glover, he was so terrified that he couldn't even speak.

Yanni bit her lower lip and grabbed her husband's hand

"me--"

Thales turned his head and looked at Yanni with gentle eyes

"Exactly, I need a maid."

"You can have a better job, a better life, a more decent environment, and even, a better home."

Yanni was stunned.

Grove's face suddenly turned ashen.

Thales laughed

"how do you say?"

Cohen realized what had happened.

"Hey, Tai, uh, Wyah," the police officer said with a look of disbelief

"I'm going to talk about it now, you're robbing women like this..."

But he couldn't finish.

Thales gave a look, and Cohen was once again covered by Glover's grasping advantage, dragged into a corner, and became silent again.

At this time, another spoiler's voice came from behind.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Tai, Dian, Wang, uh," Morris coughed, trying to find a suitable address

"My little friend!"

He came forward with a big smile on his face.

"You know, the customs here are different from those in the Northland, so it's not fashionable..."

But Thales ignored him, and just stared at the dazed young woman.

"What do you say," said the prince softly

"Jennie?"

Yan Ni was stunned, fear, surprise, countless emotions flooded at the same time, she seemed a little unable to react.

Morris frowned, and Grove on the other side almost cried.

"Don't worry, think slowly."

"I'll go shopping for a while."

Thales smiled, turned and walked back to the shelf.

Morris frowned and looked at Jenny and Grove, and then at Thales.

"Why?"

The fat man kept up with Thales, and his tone was displeased, revealing his displeasure when the authority of a party boss was interfered with.

Thales in the shelf didn't turn his head back, chuckled and said

"I like."

Morris took a few deep breaths and his expression returned to normal.

"No, what I'm asking is..."

The fat man squinted his eyes, showing the shrewdness of a businessman

"Why did the Black Prophet do this? What exactly does the Kingdom Secret Division want?"

"Dangtang Kingdom's intelligence agency, instead of spying on Exter's military situation, and not understanding the political situation of the Misty Three Kingdoms, instead mobilized manpower and material resources to engage in gang business with a few street gangsters?"

Looking back, Thales felt a little bit moved by the black boss's ability to control his emotions, which was as high-quality as a high-ranking person.

the prince watched him

"You really don't know?"

Morris shook his head

"It's like I don't understand why the dignified prince condescends to come to a muddy place like us to 'talk' with us muddy legs?"

There was suspicion in his tone.

Thales looked at him quietly, recalling the moment when the other party broke his identity.

Even if you are born in a grassroots family and wander around the streets, there are still people who should not be underestimated.

What's more...

Strictly speaking, this is the Black Street Brotherhood.

It is the territory of Black Sword.

black sword.

Thinking of the man who was so strong that he could rival a magician, Thales lost his contempt and dared not neglect.

"First of all, although the Black Prophet is still alive, the specific affairs of the secret department have not been arranged by him for a long time."

The prince returned to the negotiation state, solemnly and authentically

"The successor is not well-known, but young and vigorous, aggressive and unpredictable."

Morris frowned, rubbed his chin and began to think.

"Secondly, we all understand that maybe the Brotherhood of the Black Street has risen too fast, with mixed personnel, good and bad, and maybe the Blood Bottle Gang is hard to get old, old and weak, and its power is not as good as before..."

Taylor's eyes turned cold

"But you, neither of you are simple street punks."

"Whether it's the Black Sword or the behind-the-scenes of the Blood Bottle Gang."

Morris rubbed his chin with fingers that froze.

The bloody prince.

How much does he really know?

"As for why the secret department did this, and why they attacked the two gangs who are closer to the bottom, I don't know."

Thales stood coolly between the shelves, folded his arms

"I neither care nor care about the details of the secret department's operations."

I don't like it even more.

Morris rolls his eyes

"have no idea?"

he sneered

"Then what are you going to talk to me about? What can you do for me?"

"When you come here, are you really just like an ordinary dude, saying a few harsh words, shopping, looking at the scenery, and flirting with women?"

Maurice glanced at the counter with fleeting viciousness

"A day trip to downtown?"

But Thales smiled,

"I'm here to find medicine."

Morris meal

"What?"

"You know, winter is coming again," Thales sighed

"Prepare clothes to keep out the cold, and prepare medicines to cure diseases."

Morris was silent for a moment, then smiled again, looking vulgar and rude

"Stop playing charades, we are really sister culture."

At this moment, Thales suddenly raised his head and said loudly to Yanni who was whispering with Grove

"Is all the typhoid medicine here?"

Jenny and Grove were taken aback.

"Yes, yes, there are still some in the warehouse..." Yanni said tremblingly.

Thales showed a smile

"very good."

The boy lowered his head again and picked out the goods.

Maurice raised his head, frowning

"You don't look like you have typhoid fever."

Thales nodded, then shook his head again, "Not at the moment."

Morris snorted

"And there must be no shortage of doctors in the palace."

Thales hummed, and suddenly said

"Why?"

"In the past six years, you have grown every inch of your battle with the Blood Bottle Gang and won every victory. Have you ever wondered why?"

Morris froze.

"You guys, the Black Street Brotherhood has only risen for more than ten years, as a rootless, self-organized, um, non-governmental organization," Thales raised his head, serious

"Why did it develop so smoothly?"

Hearing the news about himself, Morris became serious again. After thinking for a moment, he sneered, "We are younger, better organized, less burdened, stronger-willed, and farther strategically."

he steps forward

"Besides, six years ago, we had a big battle on Hongfang Street, and the blood bottle gang—"

But Thales shook his head decisively and interrupted him

"No."

Morris froze.

I saw the prince also took a step forward, met Morris's eyes, and was determined

"Because the kingdom needs you."

Thales said slowly

"The Situation Needs You"

"The times need you."

Morris froze.

What?

Kingdom needs?

But Thales didn't give him a chance to ask back, turned around and continued

"As an underground force entrenched in the kingdom, and black gloves that are not afraid of getting dirty, for decades, the Blood Bottle Gang has been ambiguous with many local tyrants, and the transfer of interests and the bondage of relationships are even more deeply rooted."

Having said that, Thales' eyes must be

"For example, the Iris family Kevin Dill in the South Bank collar."

Morris thought about it.

Thales stopped in his tracks and carefully looked at a jar of typhoid medicine.

"That's right, between the king and the princes, between the center and the localities, between the capital and the whole territory..."

Thales' eyes are gradually fascinated

"The Blood Bottle Gang, which started from smuggling at the border, chose or fell on the side with the most extensive influence and deepest foundation, but it is also the most difficult to eliminate."

"To be a pioneer is to be blessed by others."

Thales stared at the potion in his hand

"This is something I only figured out after I entered the political situation for many years."

"It's also the reason why they have grown big and deeply rooted for decades, and have been hit hard by the kingdom's officials many times, but they are still flourishing and standing tall."

Morris didn't speak, just frowned and thought deeply.

"Otherwise, in the 'One Night War' six years ago, you would have taken down the entire Red Square Street long ago, and you could even take advantage of the victory to pursue and snatch more," Thales put the potion back, remembering the experience that changed his fate that night , lightly scoffed

"Why throw back half of the territory we've snatched, and make peace with the blood bottle gang, whose vitality has been severely injured, and draw a line to govern?"

Morris scratched his chin, his confused eyes regained clarity

"That sounds interesting."

"It's more fun to play." Thales said decisively.

He turned sharply and looked directly at Morris.

"Although they are both gangsters, wandering the streets and working their lives, the Blood Bottle Gang has a great business with deep roots, and the brotherhood started from grassroots." Thales' eyes were shining, as if burning the air

"It stands to reason that you can't be their opponents - when the referee and the banker are on the same side, you are still playing ass."

Morris pursed his lips and looked serious.

"But we're winning," he hissed back.

"Yes." Thales nodded and admitted.

"You are winning!"

But immediately his eyes became more blazing, his voice became like a knife, and every word was like a knife

"Not for anything else."

"Because of a series of things that have happened in recent years..."

The voice of the Duke of Xinghu is magical

"Because there is already a successor to the throne..."

"Because the royal family's rule has gradually stabilized..."

"Because the kingdom's political situation is gradually becoming clear..."

"Because the national strength of the stars is recovering..."

"Because of the inevitable decline of the Kingdom of Exeter..."

"Because the border is no longer turbulent, the stars have to get rid of the heavy pressure..."

"You can win."

Thales is categorical

"Six years, even in the eighteen years after the Bloody Year, the chess situation of the entire star has changed suddenly, and the offensive and defensive positions have changed."

"Central, South Bank, Northern Territory, East China Sea, Western Wilderness, Blade's Edge, when the traditional tyrants in these places either bowed their heads, succumbed, restrained themselves, or collapsed from exhaustion..."

Morris was a little casual at first, but as Thales' words deepened, he gradually became serious.

"When food agriculture, sea trade, iron smelting, wine industry, salt making, tobacco, these huge profit chains that were once scattered all over the border were reorganized and redistributed because of the weakening of the royal family and the chaos in the kingdom..."

"When a place like the Saber Camp, when the power of the local lords, aristocrats and officials, along with the royal standing army and the king's officials, they will be shuffled again and again, and it will never be the same..."

Morris' brow fluctuated back and forth, unable to stop.

"When the blood bottle gang has been drawing gray nutrition from these holes, when they lose their local relationships and umbrellas, when they lose their source of flesh and food, when they lose their backing and confidence..."

"When the letter they wrote to the Calvin Dill family for help, as the iris flower surrendered to the nine-pointed star and never returned, it disappeared..."

Thales' voice became calmer and heavier

"The century-old 'black gang nobles', the Blood Bottle Gang, how can they not become weak, decayed, or fall?"

He stared fixedly at Morris's obviously shaken eyes

"You, new challengers, how can you not win successively and grow stronger step by step?"

Morris swallowed, his brows serious.

Thales turned his eyes, let out a breath, and looked at the small pharmacy, and at a glance, he knew that it was an exquisite decoration made by the hostess.

"After the kingdom's chariot was run over, you, the Black Street Brotherhood, as representatives of the desire and struggle of the kingdom's bottom, as a rootless new underground force, as the official department that has been eroded by the local nobles, the last Non-staff forces that don't play by the rules..."

Thales raised his hand to him and squeezed it slowly in the air.

Like crushing something.

"Under the acquiescence of the king's authority, it is natural and unimpeded to eat the body of the Blood Bottle Gang after it fell, and it will be even more devastating when it happens."

Morris stared blankly at Thales' hand.

"This is the truth that your Black Street Brotherhood has been able to completely shake their underground hegemony and usher in a golden age in more than ten years."

Taylor's fist shook suddenly, and his voice tightened

"You won, not for anything else."

The prince's gaze is like a sword, stabbing forward silently

"Because—the kingdom needs it."