Kingdom’s Bloodline

Cohen walked in the alleys of the underground street with his head down, his eyes lost, and he turned a blind eye to the beggars and homeless people under the eaves on both sides and their secretive eyes.

"Cohen."

The scruffy man in front of him on the left is covering the blood stains on his clothes, a gangster in the farther distance is sneakily selling the things in his pockets, and the beggar under the opposite eaves is fighting for an ownerless ring with another bony colleague ownership of.

But Cohn just walked past them in a daze, seeing and deaf.

What does that matter to him?

"Cohen?"

The Glory of the Stars allowed him to concentrate on his own world, without distractions. The hustle and bustle in the distance could not attract his attention, and the sluts nearby could not move his thoughts a little. The underground street or even the downtown seemed to be just a place for him. place names on paper.

He seemed to walk beyond the horizon, above all else, oblivious to himself—like so many noble children he knew, with the kingdom in mind, the world in mind, and destined to succeed in business.

but……

"Cohen!"

Finally, Cohen, who was wandering in the sky, was shocked and stumbled back to his soul.

"What's wrong?"

Cohen looked around subconsciously:

Leyok was still ten steps away, and his attitude towards them was full of disdain and rejection. Glover dutifully guarded the prince's side, using his body shape and expression to block all malicious eyes.

Cohen lowered his head: the speaker - the second prince looked at him deeply, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Cheer up."

Thales' words carried an undeniable flavor:

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

What Morris said...

Cohen's eyes dimmed.

【You are not fighting gangsters, crime, 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 what that scumbag said, it won't affect me—"

"No wonder." Glover interrupted him coldly.

Cohen stared blankly at the zombie, struggling.

Thales sighed:

"Look, Cohn, you gotta know, Morris was a fraternity guy, and everything he said—"

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Cohen suddenly spoke loudly, making Thales and Glover jump.

Even Leyok in front of him frowned and turned his head.

Thales frowned and looked at the other party: Cohen didn't often have such a reaction.

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

At this moment, Cohen's complexion changed, and he murmured hurriedly.

"Hey," Glover patted Cohen carefully, and at the same time glared back at the idlers who were attracted from a distance:

"are you alright……"

Cohen looked up suddenly!

"When you turn the tide in the Palace of the Spirits,

When all parties are forced to cease fighting and retreat, Your Highness. "

The security officer stared at Thales eagerly, as if looking for an answer:

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

Thales was taken aback.

Exeter...

But Cohen shook his head with a bitter expression.

"My old man's reply letter said, 'Words are only expressions, actions are only about the heart.'"

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

Thales' expression changed, he hesitated to speak.

"He said that it was not your words that moved the people of Exeter, Your Highness," the police officer bowed his head slumpedly:

"It's what they really think, what they've experienced, and what they're saying—you're just the one who lifts the curtain and sees what they really mean."

Thales was silent for a while.

"Count Turami Karabyan is worthy of being the Queen of Wisdom," the prince sighed:

"If there is a chance in the future, I will visit your father."

Cohen's eyes struggled, as if he was going through a brutal struggle.

"I was very unconvinced at 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 with a few words."

"Unless something else shakes me."

He looked faintly at the narrow alley, which seemed to never end.

Thales looked at him and sighed inwardly.

"I don't want to admit it, but," Cohen hesitated for a moment, finally mustered up the courage, and said decisively:

"Yes, my 'Sword Heart' has been shaken,"

"My moves are becoming more and more proficient, and the edge of the sword is sharper every time." Cohen gritted his teeth: "The people who can wield the sword are full of rust."

"That's why I've been stagnant and not making any progress for six years."

Thales frowned.

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

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

"Karen!" Thales gave Glover a warning look, and the latter stopped talking.

"I was serious."

Cohen didn't see any anger, but his eyes were slumped:

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

"It's me, it's my experience in this city during these six years."

experience in this city.

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

"You know, Your Highness, that little girl who just stole your money."

Cohen walked behind the prince and said in a daze:

"She probably didn't like stealing money, she didn't like blackmail, she didn't grow up picking up guests like her mother, or messing around like her father."

"But she had no choice."

Thales and Glover froze at the same time, the former thought of the abandoned house, and the latter thought of Red Square Street.

Cohen stumbled on an irregular stone, but he didn't realize it, and continued:

"With the example of her mother and father—perhaps just her mother's best friend—she can only follow suit and become like most people on this street: shrewd, vicious, shameless and narrow."

"When she grows up, she'll just be another slutty whore like her mother, or a loafing rascal like her father."

"There is no more way."

Thales and Glover fell silent together.

Cohen gritted his teeth and pressed the hilt of his waist:

"Because she was born here."

"Like everybody on this street."

Glover raised his head and interrupted Cohen with a cold face:

"Then do something."

"Do something." Cohen murmured and repeated:

"Do something?"

Glover snorted coldly:

"Send her scum parents to jail, or the gallows."

"Fighting crimes and maintaining law and order, isn't that your responsibility, Qing—the police officer?"

But Thales shook his head secretly.

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

"I……"

His tone paused, his chest loosened, but the words came to his mouth but he was unable to rush out.

Cohen shook his head in disappointment.

"What happened?" Thales said in a deep voice.

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 words froze.

【You are fighting...not even evil. 】

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

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

"but……"

The turning word appeared on his lips again.

"In the lower city, the criminals caught one batch and another batch, and after the nests were cleaned up, there was another one," Cohen's breathing became more and more chaotic, and his speech became faster and faster:

"People caught are released within a few days, streets cleared are soon filled with illegal gangs again, warehouses seized are quickly turned into criminal fronts, and the same number of bodies are transported out of here for burial every year ,even more……"

Cohen's words were full of bitterness, even a hint of helplessness.

"Strictly enforcing the law and enforcing canonical punishments, all these things we learned in political textbooks don't work here-I don't know, maybe I didn't learn politics well, maybe my methods of preventing crime are too poor, maybe I You have to be like Cousin Dele, who gets full marks in politics every time, so you know what to do."

Thales listened silently, feeling gloomy.

But Glover was unmoved:

"It's no use catching small shrimps."

Cohen raised his head and spoke hastily:

"I did!"

He stared at Glover.

"I did. I learned from some of my colleagues. I raised my eyes and started to focus on big fish, such as Morris just now."

"I took down the leader of a fraternity in charge of beggars and cut off all the chains under him, but within two days, a newcomer came up from below to fill in the gaps - faster than when the police officer was vacant. Soon."

Glover snorted disdainfully:

"It means that his level is not enough, you have to find the source, maybe you have to take that Laoshizi black sword—"

"Source!" Cohen raised his voice again!

Glover frowned.

The security officer at the moment looked at Glover in a daze:

"You are right, Zombie, the level is not enough, we need to find the source."

"source."

Cohen is like an ascetic pursuing his faith, looking into the distance in a trance.

"As the police officer under the jurisdiction of the lower urban area, the place I can reach is too shallow and too close, and the symptoms are not the root cause."

"So I was like, I'm going to do more, more, more."

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

Cohen took a deep breath:

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

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

"And then I met them."

Glover and Thales were puzzled.

"them?"

Cohen nodded impassively.

"The one you met on the street just now, Your Highness, is just a little girl," the police officer's voice seemed vague:

"But here, there, and elsewhere, I've met countless kids like that."

child.

Thales opened his mouth subconsciously.

"Criminal childhood—is there a deeper source than that?"

Cohen swallowed a mouthful of saliva:

"Yes, Zombie, as you said, I shot, acted, and intervened, like the most competent police officer."

"Including taking down their back gang, punishing their scum 'parents', cleaning up their living environment, threatening scum who want to take advantage of them - I hate to say it, but thanks to my last name, a different origin The lower security officer has long since disappeared for no apparent reason."

"Those children, I will send them to the Orphan Asylum under the Department of Discipline, or the adopted family, or even the Charity Institute of the Sunset Church. For this reason, I will not hesitate to face the hostility of the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang. Inside the Security Hall His punishment, the disgust of his colleagues in the Department of Discipline..."

"I even lowered my face and promised the old man to go to the noble's blind date ball so that I could get money out of his stingy hands to support some unaccompanied children and satisfy their lives so that they would not fall again..."

Listening to Cohen's self-narration, Thales and Glover looked at him with increasingly different expressions.

Cohen became more and more excited as he spoke, but his emotions suddenly changed:

"but……"

The security officer seemed to be frozen in time, he stood still for a few seconds, and then spoke again:

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

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

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

"But a few years later, I caught a bunch of fraternity scum collecting black money—they tortured his son with red-hot pokers in front of the debtor for—for god knows how many bucks."

Glover's face tightened.

Cohen took a deep breath:

"That child, the child I rescued."

"He's one of those scumbags, fourteen or fifteen."

Cohen said blankly:

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

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

Thales closed his eyes, then opened them again and again.

Cohen exhaled a painful breath:

"It's not just him. I didn't know until a long time later that those children I thought I had saved..."

"Most of them will reappear on the streets."

"Children who originally had parents...hehe, after their scumbag parents have been honest for a while, they will basically revert to their old ways and continue to take them...just like that little girl just now."

"As for the others, they couldn't stand it anymore and escaped from the poorhouse or adopted family."

Cohen bowed his head sadly.

"You idiot."

Glover interrupted suddenly, and he rarely said a long series of words:

"Most workhouses are like prisons - except they're run by worse men - and it's better to let them go there than to go back to the streets and steal bread."

Cohen shuddered slightly.

"As for adoption, hmph, it's like placing a bet blindfolded," Glover said coldly:

"With good luck, you may be able to eat some leftovers in the stables, as a voucher for the 'family' to receive orphan fees from the Department of Discipline, isn't it unlucky..."

The zombie tightened his collar and did not continue.

Cohen frowned:

"How do you know—"

Glover interrupted him coldly:

"I heard it!"

Cohen frowned:

"Listen to who—"

"No one!"

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

"Enough! That's the end of the problem."

Thales sighed softly.

Although Cohen was extremely puzzled, he didn't pay much attention to it, and just sighed helplessly.

"Yeah, the poorhouse, the adoption family, I know their situation, and I went to see them later-these good governance measures in the era of the virtuous monarch have long since deteriorated."

Cohen lowered his head:

"As for the Charity Place of the Sunset Church..."

"It's even more disgusting." Came a deep voice.

Both Cohen and Glover were taken aback.

They turned their heads, and the quiet killer Leyok, who appeared beside him at some time, snorted softly, with vicious eyes:

"I had a friend go in there once."

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

"There is a very good old priest master in the Charity Institute, who patiently taught him to read and write, recite the sunset classics, and learn etiquette and morality every day. My friend was young at that time and had never received such care. He was very grateful... "

"until one day."

Leyock snorted lightly, with a half-smile, indiscriminate between love and hate:

"The kind priest master told my friend that as a devout believer in the setting sun, the grace of the goddess once came to him..."

"Hiding it in his underpants under his thick cassock."

The others frowned fiercely.

"The old priest untied his belt, and encouraged the boy with gentle words, let him break through the obstacles, find the 'vessel of divine grace', and then try to grasp it, cherish it devoutly, ponder it with his heart, and never leave his mouth until he said,' Let the mortal body produce miracles, spewing out the pure white rain from the gods'..."

Having said that, Leyock burst out laughing!

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

He laughed so exaggeratedly that he even bent his waist, but there was no smile in his eyes, instead there was a kind of scary sickness.

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

"That friend of yours," Glover replied vigilantly and indifferently:

"He relayed it really clearly."

Leyok closed his smile and glanced at him coldly:

"Because he's not the only one."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Until Cohen sighed:

"I didn't expect to say this, but, Leyok: I'm sorry."

"You don't have to," Leyok retorted mercilessly:

"Because the erudite and holy priest, after all, got the oracle wrong--on the day he retired many years later, my friend and he discovered it together."

Hearing this, Thales, who somewhat knew the mind of the Quiet Killer, moved his eyes.

"So it turns out, the so-called divine grace, the rain from the gods," Layock lowered his head, and gently pulled out the blade hidden in his waist, with a fierce look in his eyes:

"It's bright red."

Cohen and Glover's expressions changed slightly, and they were silent for a while.

Until Leyok retracted the blade back into the scabbard, awakening the quiet air.

Cohen looked up, sullenly:

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

"Or worse - without the organization and protection of the gang, they are like weeds, no one cares."

"I still remember that a child spat at me. He said that if he was rescued by the police department, it would be better to go back to the fraternity. You can still be as majestic as they are, and bully other bastards."

Thales clenched his back molars unconsciously.

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

"The only way for them to find their own kind, to find happiness, and to find a reason to live."

"Not the so-called 'relief' of you gentlemen."

Cohn snorted, depressed.

"And nearly every criminal—gambler, robber, con, prostitute, thief, gangster and thug—grew up with something close to this: sometimes irresponsible daddy, Sometimes it's a bad playmate with no morals, sometimes it's the reality of poverty that can't survive, sometimes it's a cold and heartless society, and sometimes it's just this dirty street."

"Compared to these, even the Brotherhood of the Black Street and the Blood Bottle Gang seem less hideous."

The words of the police officer made the rest of them ponder.

"Poor, hateful, pathetic, and ridiculous. In the end, I don't know whether they became what they are now, whether they are logical or go astray, whether they are free choices or have no way out, whether they are willing or forced, whether they deserve it or suffer wronged .”

"Yeah," Leyok was the first to speak out, and he spat on the ground in disdain:

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

But Cohen paid little heed to his offense.

"We just, over and over, put their scumbag parents in jail or hanged, and left them in a bigger, messier, darker vortex, waiting for them to feed off of it, Accept the rules and grow up little by little."

The police officer's face was gray:

"Become the new scum."

"Then we'll take them away as human scum."

"Wait for their newborn child to grow up in the same whirlpool and become a newer scum..."

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

"That's their own choice."

Glover spoke, and there was a hint of resentment and anger in his words:

"We should bear the consequences."

"Choose, choose?" Leyok laughed morbidly again, from light to heavy, making the scalp tingle:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

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

"But they don't have a choice."

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

"They don't stand a chance."

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

"In a community like this, the socioeconomic status of the parents is limiting -- sorry, I mean, they can't go to school, they can't acquire a skill, they can't see the farther and wider world..."

Thales walked around a corner that he passed countless times when he was a child.

"They are bound here and cannot find normal and stable jobs. They can only swing between idleness and crime. They have no time to care about morality and law. They can only give priority to grabbing those things that can support their survival. They Unable to understand ideals and dreams, they can only rewrite the selfishness, narrowness, viciousness, laziness, meanness, and anger imposed on them by life in the mud of reality..."

"They don't have the opportunity to feel morality, gratitude, selflessness, unity, and justice like us—people who claim to be healthy—and can only learn the true meaning of life in the ruthlessness of the streets and the cruelty and horror of their peers."

Thales sighed:

"Their poverty is just passed on from generation to generation, and so is crime."

Cohen's complexion became more and more ugly.

Glover's expression remained unchanged, only his breathing quickened. Leyock folded his arms and walked unconsciously against the wall.

"And when the well-meaning people outside ask: Why is this so?"

Thales said sadly:

"People will pinch their noses and answer with condescending disgust: because they're scum, because they're poorly educated, because they don't learn well, or even because they're born that way: selfish, narrow, vicious, lazy, mean, angry, uneducated It is their own choice to commit crimes without skills."

The boy's words suddenly sped up:

"People will say: We don't force them to be self-improvement, force them not to improve, force them to be immoral, force them to commit crimes and become criminals, right?"

Glover was startled by the prince's emotions, and the zombie asked hesitantly:

"Your Highness?"

"Some words are right," Thales said in a trance, "but it's more than that."

"more than."

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

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

Thales slowly raised his head:

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

"Then people will be outraged again, and they'll say in a fit of righteousness: Criminals must be hanged because they deserve it."

"People will say that as long as this kind of scum is dead, then they can't harm other people, and the future will be better."

Cohn bit his lip.

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

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

Thales shook his head, ignoring the other party's extremes:

"Just like what you just said, in the desert, no matter whether it's an orc or a human, they all think: just kill all the enemies and leave no one behind."

"Peace will come."

Glover and Korn Qiqi were taken aback.

"But the problem is," at that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to the prison of bones, Crassus of the sword of disaster, Ricky's words lingered in his ears.

"How are we going to kill those..."

Thales said in a daze:

"An enemy who can't be killed?"

Everyone was silent for a long time.

"So like the fat guy said, fraternities are everywhere and never die."

Cohen flicked his hair indiscriminately, and said painfully:

"Even if I kill Heijian, there will still be countless newborn Heijian. They will pick up his weapons, speak his language, and even wear his appearance."

"This is our real enemy, the undead enemy."

Leyok smiled, and tightened the black silk on his arm.

"Punishment doesn't work, prohibition doesn't work, help doesn't work, and charity doesn't work..."

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in Cohen's tone:

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

Cohen raised his head in a daze:

"But it can't save lives."

"Even one."

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