Kingdom’s Bloodline

Glover snorted angrily.

"At least, you can prevent other people from killing people," the zombie stared at the front:

"That's life-saving."

Cohen smiled wryly, but did not answer.

"No," said Thales, which made Glover's desire to refute fade away: "Trust me, zombie."

"that is not."

Thales shook his head:

"Stop killing and save life, they look alike."

Thales said quietly:

"There are also many people who say that as long as the murderer is killed before he kills, it is equivalent to saving the person who is about to be killed by him, and the problem can be solved."

"But trust me, Karen."

"That's two different things."

"There is still a long way between the two."

Glover didn't answer, but just thought deeply.

At this moment, Leyok's sneer came.

"Don't be so kind, gentlemen,"

"No one in this world deserves or desires your salvation."

The frat killer raised his hand and reached out to the dilapidated houses around him:

"Look: this is our life, it has always been, and it never needs to be changed—not to mention saved."

"A gentleman as arrogant as you can't save anyone at all."

Cohen's brow tightened.

"You know, I have a friend, a very good friend, who also grew up in a similar environment. When I asked her, she also sneered and told me, just give up," Cohen said to Leyock dully:

"The world is like this. It is self-contained and has its own rules. It is good that I can be alone."

"Acknowledge the rules, accept the rules, adapt to the rules, use the rules, and control the rules. Only in this way can the rules be rewritten in the future."

Thales clenched his fists tightly. At that moment, what he thought of was the words of the two people who were very different but coincided with each other:

【Hold on to your sword, don't lose it. 】

[What you have to do is not to make up, but to control. Instead of standing on this high wall and sighing, but leaning on this high wall and riding the wind and waves. 】

Cohen sighed.

"She always said that, and then she picked up the knife and killed those scumbags who were captured and released by me..."

Cohen reacted, and he shook his head knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue:

"Feel sorry."

"Your friend," Leyok said nonchalantly, as if this was his staffing rule:

"She's right."

"At least."

The killer glanced at the security officer:

"Much more effective than your mother-in-law."

Cohen shook his head.

"But it's the same," he said distressedly, "she can kill people."

"But it can't save people."

"Me and her, we fight a lot about this.

"

Thales chuckled.

"Believe me, Cohen, the quarrel is not your fault," the boy looked up and said with emotion:

"Even after thousands of years, there will still be people quarreling over it."

Cohen shrugged.

"Maybe."

He sneered rather self-deprecatingly:

"So I don't know...don't know what to do."

"I used to talk about these troubles with my colleagues, my bosses, and even my boss's bosses."

"But every time, they patted me on the shoulder tolerantly and sympathetically, telling me that they understood, because they were once like me, as young, as passionate, as hardworking, and as...confused."

Cohen's tone darkened:

"Then, after a long time, when they come back one day, just, just..."

"Give up," Glover said hoarsely, "They gave up."

Cohen nodded unconsciously.

"Either they are accustomed to being insensitive, or they are taking advantage of others, or they are arrogant, or they are self-sufficient...Even if there are sporadic newcomers, they are still working hard on the rules and regulations day after day. , Returning in vain and being thankless, being gradually assimilated, losing the original self..."

Leyock snorted coldly.

"It's unbelievable, these words were actually spoken by a noble young master who never worried about basic necessities..."

He glanced at Cohen.

"I promise you, Qingpi," Quiet Killer said lightly:

"If I want to kill you in the future, I will be quicker with the knife."

Cohen chuckled nonchalantly.

"If I want to kill you, I will leave your whole body," Glover said coldly on behalf of the police officer:

"For your tour guide this time."

Leyock stared coldly.

"I don't think it matters anymore..."

Cohen sighed:

"The West Ring District, the Lower City District, and the West City Gate, these should be my jurisdiction, and I should be the guardian here."

He looked up haggardly, looking at the dirty road in front of him:

"But the truth is, they're like my nemesis."

"Swallow all my fantasies."

Glover pursed his lips and remained silent, while Leyok's expression turned pale.

Thales looked at Cohen sadly.

"I want to bring about some changes," said Cohen, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists:

"but……"

His fist suddenly loosened, and his whole body was lost.

"That fat man Morris, and you, Your Highness, let me understand that I am not only fighting crime."

Cohen said in a daze:

"I don't know, I don't know if these things I do are useful... Sometimes I wonder if I am really what they say, just a stupid idiot doing useless work, a - stupid police officer."

Thales looked at him impatiently, but didn't know how to comfort him.

"Even changing the position of a certain flowerpot in the security hall," Cohen smiled, with a bleak smile:

"There's nothing I can do."

Glover couldn't help but say:

"You are the young master of the Karabyan family, if you can't do it..."

"You're right," Cohen looked at him, shook his head with a wry smile:

"Because I am the heir of the Karabyan family."

"but……"

Cohen lowered his head slowly.

"I only have one sword, I am alone and alone."

The security officer looked at his family sword and sighed:

"But to face the wound it opened itself."

"too difficult."

Thales also sighed.

"Do you remember the girl in the pharmacy?" the prince said softly:

"Jannie."

The three turned their heads.

"She only has one hand." Thales lowered his head, looked at the increasingly uneven road under his feet, and counted the pits wholeheartedly:

"Just as you have only one sword."

"Who do you think is more difficult?"

Cohen froze.

But Thales didn't speak again, he just stared at the road under his feet.

This material, this foot feel, this... direction.

It's getting closer.

Familiarity and panic hit at the same time, making him unwilling to look up.

But the journey will eventually come to an end.

"Here we are."

It seemed that only a second later, Leyock's cold and lonely voice sounded in his ears:

"This is the abandoned house."

"Beggars are usually in..."

Abandoned house.

Thales stopped his trembling abruptly, and raised his head.

Familiar facades, familiar ditches, familiar rows of dilapidated houses...

Um?

Almost at the same time, the complexions of Cohen and Leyock also changed.

"strangeness."

Cohen looked at the rusty iron door of the abandoned house.

"What's wrong?" Glover was puzzled.

Cohen stepped through the iron gate and looked in front of him: inside and outside rows of old and dilapidated houses, many ragged and dirty people raised their heads and looked at them numbly.

The security officer frowned and said:

"It... there are people inside."

Glover snorted coldly:

"nonsense."

"No, no, no, you don't understand," Cohen explained: "In the past few years, I followed the team of the security office to sweep, and the abandoned houses were empty every time-the scumbags can always move ahead of time, including the people they control. Countless waifs beneath—nothing to catch."

Cohen walked forward suspiciously:

"I just, never saw it inhabited."

Thales followed his footsteps, frowning.

They walked on bad dirt roads, past rows of stone houses that had fallen into disrepair.

"They're all old and weak."

Glover walked through a room and took a look inside:

"And bums—and beggars, too."

But Thales still frowned.

They turned a corner and walked on a path familiar to teenagers: the eighth house, the fourteenth house, the second house...

Thales worked hard to adjust his breathing.

On the road, by the door, and under the eaves, there are skinny poor people everywhere. They are sitting or lying down, and some people hoarsely stretch out their begging hands to them.

"No." Leyok kicked away a homeless man who reached out to touch his boots, and finally couldn't help it.

"The abandoned house is wrong."

Glover turned his head in disdain:

"What's wrong with you?"

Leyock shook his head:

"I haven't been here for a few years, but..."

He looked around warily:

"The management of the abandoned house shouldn't be so lax, and..."

"According to the usual practice, there should only be beggars and thugs here."

"And there shouldn't be so many bums—some of them aren't frats at all."

Glover still couldn't understand, but Cohen narrowed his eyes.

Only Thales, he looked at the abandoned houses crowded by the poor, and did not speak.

At this moment, a lazy voice came from a broken recliner next to it:

"Hey, if you're here to rob, you're in the wrong place."

The four turned their heads: a man who was also sallow and thin, described as poor, straightened up from the reclining chair and yawned:

"The abandoned house belongs to the Black Street Brotherhood..."

Leyok's eyes moved:

"Mertessa?"

Hearing this name, the pale man trembled.

He struggled up from the couch, stared carefully at the Quiet Killer, and finally called out the other's name in a daze:

"Are you... Leyok?"

"Yes," Leyok recovered from his surprise:

"Why are you here?"

The expression of the man named Mertesa changed several times.

In the next second, he stood up, turned around and left!

"Hey, wait!"

Layock chased after him, Thales and the others were at a loss.

"who is he?"

"The guy who joined the fraternity the same year as me, with the other boss," Leyok chased after gritted his teeth:

"It's just that I haven't heard from him for a long time-Mertessa, stop!"

Mertesah's steps were limping and not neat.

"Get out! Stay away from me!" The man didn't turn his head, but responded angrily.

Leyok's eyes turned cold, and he sped up suddenly!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Mertesa only felt his feet trip, then lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.

"You forced me to do this," Leyok walked up to him coldly, watching Mertesah turn over in embarrassment, "Now, tell me, why are you here—"

Leyok's words froze.

He saw that Mertesah gritted his teeth and supported himself with only his left hand.

But the opponent's other sleeve, where the right arm should have been, was empty.

"See?"

Mertesa turned sideways, blocked his broken arm, and said angrily:

"Of course I'm here, where else can I go!"

Thales and the others rushed to them.

"what happens?"

Leyock looked at the opponent's sleeve, and then at Mertesa's haggard and slovenly look, with a complicated expression:

"your hands?"

"What happened?" Mertesa seemed to be insulted, but he was not afraid of the Silent Killer, but shouted loudly:

"You did it on purpose, right?"

Glover and Cohen looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

"What? What intention?" Leyok asked puzzled.

Mertesa's breathing accelerated, his eyes were red, and he stared at Leyok.

"six years ago!"

The man with the broken arm sat on the ground and said in pain:

"Red Square Street, One Night War, remember?"

The familiar term made Thales and Cohen's thoughts move.

Leyock thought for a while:

"Of course we won."

"Yes, of course the Brotherhood won," Mertesa tugged on his empty sleeve tremblingly:

"But I lost."

Words filled with hatred flowed from between the teeth of the man with the broken arm. He took a deep breath and turned his head away from them.

Leyock was silent.

"They say you're missing."

Mertesa snorted coldly:

"Yes, I am missing."

"Damn red hoods, and their damn big explosion - I was under the rubble for three days, and the steel skins of the patrol dug me out, woke up in prison, not missing Well."

big Bang.

Thales looked at Mertesah's broken right arm, feeling complicated.

"They all said it was a miracle I survived, but look at this..."

Mertesa sneered and shook his empty sleeves:

"Is there any difference between a gangster becoming like this and being dead?"

Leyok raised his head and let out a breath through his nose, not knowing what to think.

Mertesa gasped angrily, and the others were silent for a while.

"Mertessa, what's wrong here?" Leyok asked again.

His tone became much calmer.

"What's wrong?" But Mertesa's words were very blunt.

Raijok raised his head and saw the people around him either huddling behind the wall or hiding by the crack of the door, all looking at them timidly:

"Abandoned house. Why are there so many homeless people here suddenly, fraternity people? And beggars..."

Mertesa interrupted impatiently:

"Don't you know? Aren't you that Morris man? How can you not know?"

"I just kill people," Leyok lowered his head:

"Don't care about beggars."

Mertesa snorted disdainfully, and became angry:

"That's right, you are Morris' favorite after all, look at your little round butt..."

Leyock sighed.

In the next second, Quiet Killer's face turned cold, and his arm moved!

Boom!

Amidst Mertesa's screams, Leyok slammed his left arm back and pressed the opponent's face to the ground.

"Listen, Mertesa, I'm not being polite to you because of your round ass."

Quiet Killer pulled out the blade at his waist with the other hand, and said coldly:

"I'm also not interested in your broken arm and your nonsense."

"Now, answer my question, or I'll make you symmetrical."

Cohen frowned, but Glover held him tightly and shook his head.

"Hahahaha," Mertesa seemed to be a tough one. Although the pain was unbearable, he looked back at Leyok with hatred, and two words popped out between his teeth:

"Fuck you."

Leyok's expression turned cold, and he pressed Mertesa's face into the soil.

at this moment.

"Murdy?"

An old and soft female voice came from the nearby dilapidated house.

Mertesa trembled!

"Murdy? Where are you?"

Everyone saw a hunchbacked old woman walking out of the door tremblingly, leaning on a branch.

She tried her best to stretch her hands into the void, her eyes were confused, and her eyes were full of abnormal paleness.

"Merdy, I can't find our cauldron. The one with less rust and only two gaps... I'm afraid it was stolen by the Sixth House again..."

sixth house.

Thales was in a trance for a while.

Until the old woman's twig tapping brought him back to reality. .

"Mom, go back!"

Mertesa struggled to get his mouth out of the mud, and shouted anxiously:

"Now!"

Leyok looked at Mertesa under him in surprise, and then looked up at the old woman.

When Thales saw the old woman's appearance, his expression also changed.

"But we still need to hold water for cooking, there is no container..." The old woman with blank eyes stretched out her hand in doubt, turned her head to this side, and listened carefully:

"Murdy? What are you doing, who's with you—"

The old woman's words froze.

"Damn it."

She turned her pale eyes in Leyok's direction and turned cold.

"No matter who you are," at that moment, the old woman looked calm and calm:

"We have no money."

Mertesah struggled even harder, but he couldn't resist in front of Leyok without his arm.

But Leyok just looked at the old woman in front of him suspiciously.

"Look at Modi, not only has he lost his right hand, but he's also not very agile on the right side," the old woman sighed:

"How else can I make money?"

"You can't grab anything."

Leyock was silent.

But the old woman's words seemed to annoy her son.

"Damn it, Mom!"

Mertesa was humiliated:

"Shut up and go back inside!"

But the old woman turned a deaf ear to Mertesa's words, and instead calmly said in the direction of Leyok:

"If that doesn't make you stop."

"My old lady has a little friendship with people in the fraternity, and Murdy is also a member of the fraternity. If there is blood, it will be a bad scene."

After a few seconds, Leyok silently put away his weapon and let go of Mertesa.

He looked at the old woman, and his tone became much better:

"Aunt Beth, you... your eyes, are they blind?"

"Blind? Ha!" The old woman's eyes were wide open, as if she had heard some big joke:

"My ears are good enough to hear that there are four of you—three of you armed."

The old woman's words paused.

"Wait, you know my name... so you're some brat in the club?"

Leyock sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm just passing by," Leyok stared at the blind old woman Beth, lowered his head in frustration:

"Look at old friends by the way."

But the old woman named Beth ignored him and asked her son:

"Murdy?"

"I'm fine, Mom!" Mertesa, who was out of trouble, sat on the ground and panted angrily:

"I said, you fucking go back to me quickly!"

The old woman sneered.

"Maybe I'm not your real mother, Murdy, maybe I need you to remind me now so I don't trip over the steps."

The next second, Beth's branch hit the ground hard, and her voice suddenly increased:

"But at least I didn't let you freeze to death on the road or suffocate in the sewer when you were a little crying bastard, so give me the fuck you son of a bitch ——Be respectful!"

The fierce roar of the old woman made people tremble.

Mertesa rubbed his forehead in pain, feeling helpless and uncomfortable.

"Ahhh..."

Mertesa gave up her wish to talk back to her mother, and sighed:

"Okay, I'll talk to the sixth room about the broken pot! Now please, go back to the room!"

Thales and the others looked at each other.

"That's good, that's good," Beth replied with the peculiar weakness of the old woman, she hunched over and turned around muttering: "Brotherhood, Brotherhood, ha."

"How much do we owe them? The black sword of the evil spirit..."

"Mom!" Mertesa yelled again.

Beth snorted softly, and stretched out a branch to explore the way:

"Then you guys have a good time reminiscing about the past, after all, this may be the last time."

"The last side? What?"

Leyok glanced at Mertesa's disabled body:

"Is he terminally ill?"

Beth touched the dirt wall tremblingly: "No, I mean you."

"If you join the fraternity, you won't live long."

Lyok stared steadily at Beth.

"Mom!" This was the first time Mertesa yelled angrily.

But at the same time, there was another voice:

"Grandma!"

Beth paused.

The old woman turned around slowly, with an interesting expression: "Ah, a young voice, crisp, powerful, and still changing."

"At most fifteen."

Thales stepped forward and stared at the old woman closely:

"You said your name was Beth?"

The blind old woman turned her head and took a few sniffs in Thales' direction:

"It smells of luxury, but it feels a little familiar, and it also smells a little powdery. Why, you just came back from Hongfang Street?"

But Thales ignored her words.

"You said you were from a fraternity," Thales stared at Beth's face:

"Why have I never heard of you?"

Beth opened her mouth and smiled dumbly.

"Maybe it's because you haven't grown any hair yet?"

Glover and Cohen looked strange.

The old woman's expression immediately became severe, and she raised her volume in Thales' direction:

"And your little chick is still limp like a caterpillar and can't get hard on its own?"

"Impolite brat?"

Mertessa said painfully:

"Mom! Enough!"

Beth snorted coldly, her white eyes were lifeless, but it made people feel chills down their backs.

"Little brat, go to Morris in this neighborhood and ask him: Have you ever heard of 'Black Widow' Beth!"

"Ask the other ungrateful pups in the fraternity how many haven't been spanked by me!"

Thales was silent.

"I see."

He looked at Beth's face quietly, looking for flashing memories of his childhood, and grinned:

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

"Sister Bess."

Thales repeated what Leyock said.

"It's best not to," the old woman said coldly, mercilessly:

"Old lady, I'd rather be clean."

She slowly but skillfully stepped over the pit on the ground, and disappeared behind the wall, leaving behind only her fierce voice:

"Murdy, don't forget the pot!"

Thales watched the old woman leave quietly, as if returning to the beginning.

When he was the first time, he remembered the moment of this world.

【Look at you, little brat, cry, damn it, why don’t you cry... Don’t be a fool... No, it’s better to be a fool, I’ll be more at ease...】

At that time, the other party's voice was not so old, but it was as rude and piercing as it is now.

[You have to call me Aunt Beth, Aunt, you know? Even if you become famous in the future, I will also be the one who raised you! Little bastard of Tiansha, I hope the god of the underworld will accept you sooner, so that you will be less troubled...]

At that time, Aunt Beth's face was full of disgust, but there was also a hint of awe.

[Okay, Thales, this is your name... Don't worry, I know it doesn't sound good, but I didn't choose it... It doesn't matter, I'll be relieved if I raise you to an old age, so I won't have nightmares all day long... ...]

Back then, fraternity brood dens were dark and cramped, dank and rough.

[Okay, okay, take him away quickly, you don't want to see him again in this life...Why? Haha, you won’t believe me when I tell you, but ah, he is destined to cause a big mess...]

[Monster calf born of a monster...]

At that moment, Thales opened his eyes and buried all the clear or blurred fragments deep in his heart.

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