Kingdom’s Bloodline

Seeing his mother walking away, Mertesa let out a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.

Leyock looked at the direction in which Beth disappeared, with a complicated expression:

"Did you and Sister Beth live here all these years?"

Mertesa snorted disdainfully.

Leyock frowned: "You know, Boss Morris can help..."

"That's what Mommy meant!"

Mertesa interrupted him rudely: "She said that the fraternity has changed, it's getting bigger and more chaotic, and she doesn't want to stay any longer."

"Like this, we may not be doing very well."

"But we can survive."

He stood up straight and stared at Leyok with envy and hatred:

"Not like you."

Leyok was silent for a while:

"I remember, you were with Rhoda back then."

Mertesa laughed, a venomous laugh.

"Of course! Rhoda! Iron Heart Rhoda!"

"But hey, look at me," Mertesa turned around with difficulty, showing his broken arm, full of reluctance:

"He doesn't need trash."

"And do you think, after so many years, apart from the favorites like you, Gang Cone, and Thunder Axe, how many of our so-called 'thirteen generals' are still alive? How many?"

Leyok did not respond to his questioning, but looked deeply at Mertesa's severed arm.

"Count the days, Silent Killer," Mertesa sneered and shook his head:

"It's not long anyway."

The two old acquaintances of the fraternity faced each other silently, and were speechless for a while.

"Mertessa, right?"

Thales stepped forward in a deep voice:

"In the past few years, what happened to the abandoned house?"

Mertesa glanced at Thales.

"What kind of battle is this?" the man looked at Leyock with disdain:

"Who are these three? Your new lover?"

Leyok's face turned cold, and his arm touched the handle of the knife again.

But Thales coughed.

"Look, Mertesa, people are watching us."

The prince smiled and gestured towards the curious faces around him.

"So, the longer you stay with us, the more those who stole your pot—the Sixth House, right—will wonder what we talked to you about, or..."

Thales closed his smile:

"How much did I give you?"

Mertesa's complexion changed:

"Pooh!"

Mertesah bitterly said:

"You must be one of Maurice's brats, just as cunning as he is."

But Thales didn't care, just stared at him quietly.

"Now, do you want to answer the question?"

"What happened to the abandoned house?"

Mertesah snorted twice,

Looking at Leyock and the other two big men, he spoke unconvinced:

"If you remember, Leyock, six years ago, on the day of the One Night War—"

Having said that, Mertesa glanced at his severed arm, and pouted:

"Hold."

No one else spoke.

"Anyway, when we were killing people on Hongfang Street that day, something happened to the abandoned house."

"Rhoda's son was in charge of taking care of this place. As a result, the trash drank too much and killed a bunch of beggars. The rest ran away..."

I drank too much and killed a bunch of beggars...

Thales listened to the story quietly, expressionless.

As if that was someone else's story.

Leyok narrowed his eyes:

"Quaid."

"I remember that piece of shit, and I remember this."

Mertesa nodded, sullenly:

"Some people say it was a conspiracy by the Blood Bottle Gang, and that trash was killed by a few beggars in the end..."

Thales raised his hand unconsciously, pressing down on the scar on his chest.

"But the worst thing is, that guy's old man is my ex-boss—for the beggar's sake, Rhoda smashed the Sunset Bar, and I heard that he also gave his son's deputy who was in charge of the abandoned house to work. Have a drink."

Thales frowned.

Mertesa shrugged:

"I know Rhoda—trust me, it's something he's capable of."

Leyock remained calm:

"I know, Boss Morris talked to 'Iron Heart', and they settled the matter."

Mertesa disdain pooh:

"Solve that fart."

He looked at Leyock unhappily:

"After this happened, who in the fraternity would dare to take care of the mess of the abandoned house?"

Mertesa looked back at the homeless people around him:

"There is a precedent. If something happens to the beggar again, it will be to slap Morris in the face, and he will definitely ask you to settle accounts;"

"Even if the beggar is in charge, that's even worse—Rhoda is thinking about his son's affairs. If he knows that you are in charge of the beggar, he will definitely not like you;"

"Maybe, some restless beggars will come out, like Quaid, and wipe your throat while you're drunk..."

Mertesa smiled sarcastically, with a hint of abandonment:

"If this is done, the people who are still willing to come to the abandoned house will only be left with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled!"

"Mertessa," Leyok hesitated for a moment:

"you……"

Mertesa snorted, his tone full of pain and disdain:

"Do you know what's more interesting? Rhoda always thought that the murderer of his son was not caught, so let me stay here, waiting for the beggar to come back and throw himself into the trap-look, there are good reasons, a discarded Good excuse for rubbish!"

He almost yelled out the last sentence.

Throw yourself into the trap.

Thales raised his head subconsciously, and looked at Mertesa again.

But Mertesa didn't care what his words had to do with the person in front of him, he just laughed at himself:

"You see, people like us... Hey, foolish people are blind, open the door at dawn and lock the door at night, come and go, the beggars gradually become lazy, and run a lot. In other words, even the street business There is no more oil and water."

Mertesah said sullenly:

"The new thugs are even more reluctant to come - Hongfang Street has just been taken down, who doesn't want to go there to enjoy the blessing?"

Cohen, who had been listening carefully, couldn't bear it anymore, and he took a step forward:

"So what about the beggars in the abandoned houses? Fewer people?"

Mertesah looked warily at Cohen's standard army stance:

"Which one are you?"

Cohen was anxious: "I—"

"A newcomer in the fraternity," Thales pushed Cohen back without changing his expression:

"Retired from the army—and then?"

Mertesa eyed Cohn suspiciously.

"The fraternity is really growing and promising," he snorted softly:

"In the past, the big soldiers who had served in the military were only willing to go to the Blood Bottle Gang."

"Mertessa." Leyok reminded in a deep voice.

Mertesah waved his hand unhappily.

"After that, for some reason, the city hall has its eyes on this place."

As soon as this remark came out, no matter whether it was Leyoke, Thales, or Cohen, the three of them were stunned:

"town Hall?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me," Mertesa said listlessly:

"Every once in a while, the official team, from green skins, blue skins to steel skins, will come to the abandoned houses to carry out surprise raids, in the name of combating human trafficking, cracking down on child labor gangs and so on."

"At the most exaggerated time, the beggars in the abandoned house had to evacuate once a week to avoid inspection. It was a chaos, and even the business in other places was affected."

Cohen's eyes slowly changed, he scratched his head:

"Oh, I remember, there were a few big raids..."

But Thales pinched him, and asked in a deep voice:

"Why?"

"I don't know," Mertesa shook his head:

"I have a friend who is in Qingpi's nest. He said that they don't want to come here to engage in such unprofitable work, and the leaders of Qingpi don't want to either."

"But the order is issued from the higher-ups. They have no choice but to obey it even if they put on a show."

Leyok was still puzzled, Cohen was also puzzled, and Glover just watched indifferently.

Only Thales stood aside in a daze, his mind was confused.

The city hall is eyeing here...

The order is sent from the people above...

Thales clenched his fist subconsciously.

In that case...

He gritted his teeth, resisting the gratitude welling up in his chest.

Thank you, Gilbert.

"So the abandoned house was messed around in this way, making ends meet, and gain outweighed the loss. Boss Morris made a decision: tear down the fence of the abandoned house, let the beggars out, and scattered them into small groups. , A lump here, a circle there—it’s better than being caught off the hook one day.”

Mertesa's complexion darkened, and then he smiled mockingly:

"Once the beggar is gone, us useless people...haha, wouldn't it be even more useless?"

Leyock was silent.

Cohen didn't care about the mood of the other party, he took a step forward anxiously:

"So, the beggars from the fraternity are no longer raised in abandoned houses?"

"And put it in various gangs on the street?"

Mertesa looked up at Cohen, and his eyes turned around on the other's sword hilt. He was a little puzzled, but he still replied:

"more than."

Mertesah tightened his empty right sleeve, and snorted lightly with disdain:

"Brotherhood, there have been no beggars for a long time."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.

"What do you mean?" Cohen had the biggest reaction, his eyes widened:

"No more? Why?"

Mertesa sneered:

"Because I can't afford it."

Leyok looked away from the poor people around him:

"Why can't I afford it?"

Mertesa stared at him:

"What, you've been with Morris for so long, don't you know? He didn't tell you when he fucked your ass?"

Leyok let out a breath, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and he pressed his hand on the handle of the knife again.

But Thales is faster than him.

"Mertessa, do you know what this is?"

Thales smiled and stretched out a fist.

Mertesa took a sip on the ground:

"Ha, cub, I wish your fists were harder than the thing underneath you."

But Thales didn't think it was disobedient, and still raised his fist steadily.

"What I hold in my hand now is a silver coin."

"There is a certain king's head engraved on it, as well as a line of writing."

Mertesah frowned.

Thales pointed to the dilapidated house behind him, and said gently:

"In ten seconds, I'll throw it in the yard where you and your mother live—and it'll make a metallic clatter, letting everyone else in the place know."

Mertesa's expression changed.

"Believe me, I have seen that a small silver coin can change the fate of many people."

Thales pointed to the homeless people who were looking curiously at this side from a distance, and his smile did not diminish at all:

"Now, let me ask again: Why can't the gangs afford to support beggars?"

Mertesah stared at him resentfully.

"I've been living in an abandoned house, so I don't know much about it," Mertesa changed his words angrily when he saw Thales put away his fist and made a throwing gesture:

"But I heard from people on the street that in recent years..."

"A newcomer has come to Qingpi Nest."

Thales was taken aback:

"Newcomer?"

"Yeah, people call him..."

Mertesa said indifferently:

"Stupid police officer."

At that second, everyone was stunned.

All eyes were on the same person.

Mertesa didn't care about their abnormality, and said to himself:

"People on the street say that guy has a bad brain, but he has a lot of energy."

"I heard that he went to the streets every three days to make troubles, especially to 'take care' of the gang of beggars. bother him."

Thales' breathing quickened, and he slowly turned his head:

Cohen stood there in a daze, listening to Mertesa's words.

"A few gangs wanted to knock him out with a sap or something, but that green-skinned cub... he was so fucking good at hitting, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his head was bloody, and he couldn't walk steadily. He still acted like a normal person Patrol the streets."

Mertesa sneered and shook his head:

"There are still people who want to go the way of Qingpi, pour dirty water, stuff black money and so on, but what should I say, that bastard, his brain is really weak and broken, and the whole person is just a bad pen, and he won't get in."

"In the past few years, he has been complained, reprimanded, punished, suspended, locked up, how many times he has been hanged, he is still ignorant, he has not learned anything, and he can still work hard once he is reinstated Running down the street! Mess up endlessly!"

"I heard that a few gangs have lost their heads and decided to kill people, but there is no further action. I guess they were stopped—what are you kidding? In Yongxing City, you are clearly asking for Qingpi's life. You are a vegetarian in the security department. yes?"

Mertesa laughed and said, as if referring to a joke after a meal.

Glover looked at Cohen in surprise, and Leyok frowned.

But Cohen stared blankly at Mertesa, momentarily absent-minded and disordered breathing.

Thales had to bump his arm.

"In the past few years, the subordinates of the fraternity, eight or nine small gangs in charge of looking after beggars, are almost crying. They are all miserable. It is difficult to even go to the streets to do business, let alone earn money."

Cohen swallowed hard.

"Such gangs either couldn't afford to eat and broke up, or fell into the hands of that idiot Qingpi, went in and squatted, or turned to other businesses: doing a job at Xichengmen to accompany outsiders, and watching at Hongfang Street. Isn’t it more popular for prostitutes to engage in fat sheep than raising youngsters to beg for money, perform errands and let the wind go?”

Thales didn't speak, he just stood there and took a deep breath.

"so now……"

It was Cohen who spoke, his lips trembling and his voice tense:

"Now……"

"Yes," Mertesa's tone dropped:

"Now, with so many streets around, no one is thankless to raise beggars in captivity anymore—at least I know nothing, thanks to that idiot Qingpi."

"The beggars you meet now are either running wildly in the streets by themselves, or working for the parents at home. You have to be careful, in case that stupid police officer comes shopping again one day-brother you What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Mertesa looked suspiciously at Cohen, whose chest was heaving and unable to control himself.

Cohen closed his eyes and waved his hands.

He turned his head to one side so that no one could see his face, only his shoulders trembled slightly.

"It's nothing." Thales didn't change his face, but his mood was complicated:

"He has a friend who was also cheated by that idiot Qingpi, so he was a little excited."

Cohen hid his face firmly in his sleeve, and nodded resignedly.

Glover handed out a handkerchief expressionlessly, Cohen pulled it off, and started blowing his nose without saying a word.

Mertesa put on a foolish expression, frowned and looked at Cohen.

"etc."

Leyock said unwillingly:

"The fraternity no longer raises beggars, what about our street intelligence, what about new blood?"

Mertesa chuckled lightly.

"Ghost knows, but it's always when something happened, so I secretly gave some money to the beggars to let them work, running errands, stroking sheep, letting the wind go, sending messages, etc..."

Mertesa said, with an unhappy expression:

"That's right. Over the years, you have acquired a large number of lands on Hongfang Street from the Blood Bottle Gang. There are not enough people to collect protection fees in these new lands. How about who cares about beggars..."

"In the past, the fraternity was suppressed by the blood bottle gang, but now, look at you, the majestic Boss Leyock, who beat the red turbans to the ground. People who want to join the fraternity are queuing up. It's too late!"

Mertesa laughed out loud, bleakly:

"Who the hell has time to deal with outdated bastards like us - who the hell cares!"

The air was filled with Mertesa's crazy laughter, and Leyok was silent for a long time.

Mertesa laughed enough, he fell silent:

"Now, who has a problem?"

Cohen was still rubbing his face, and Glover tugged at the corners of his mouth indifferently.

Thales took his eyes off his sleeves and stopped talking.

Leyok looked at him deeply and shook his head.

"Very good," Mertesa bowed laboriously, sarcastically:

"Excuse me now, gentlemen."

After saying that, he turned around and limped towards Beth.

Leyok quietly watched his back, looked at the empty sleeves.

"Aren't you going to the Sixth House?"

The Quiet Killer suddenly spoke:

"At least, go get the pots and pans back."

Mertesa sneered without looking back.

"The ones who live there are another group of former thugs from the fraternity, although they are either disabled or sick," Mertesa pressed his broken arm, his voice lost:

"But there are many of them."

Leyock shuddered slightly.

The sound of Mertesa's footsteps gradually faded away.

"Mertessa, wait!"

Leyok sighed, walked up, and handed out a money bag:

"Listen to me, Boss Morris just needs..."

Mertesa subconsciously took the purse.

But after a few seconds, his expression changed from stunned to angry, ashamed, and then ferocious.

"Morris Morris Morris!"

"Could you fucking stop chanting other people's names all the time! You're human!"

Mertesa's eyes were red, he threw the money bag away, and roared:

"And he's not your father!"

Everyone was taken aback by Mertesa's violent reaction.

Leyok stared blankly at the purse on the ground, took a deep breath:

"Listen, Boss Morris, he's not like Rhoda..."

"It's not like you are paralyzed!"

Mertesah roared:

"I don't need your charity! Get out!"

One of the former thirteen generals dragged his stump angrily, and left tremblingly.

"This is the so-called 'coming out'," Glover didn't know what to think of, he looked at Mertesa's back, and said quietly:

"All dignity is false."

Cohen sniffed, still hiding half of his face in his sleeve:

"No, I...I actually think...he's not bad...uh..."

Only Leyok said nothing, he looked at the back of his old acquaintance from a distance, and closed his eyes.

Thales walked past him, also looked at Mertesa's limping pace, and said with emotion:

"This is his end - even the former thirteen generals."

"If one day, you become like him..."

"what would you do?"

Leyock opened his eyes, with killing intent in his eyes: "I don't know."

"But definitely not with you, my lord."

Thales chuckled.

But then he turned around and looked at the big stupid man who was crying in a mess.

"So, Cohn."

Thales looked at the abandoned house in bewilderment, at this once heavily guarded and cruel place:

"The Brotherhood... has no more beggars."

The police officer trembled.

Thales raised his head and felt for the first time that the sky in Yongxing City was no longer gray:

"Thanks to some obsessive and stupid—dumb vigilante."

Cohn whimpered heavily.

He lowered his arms and threw the handkerchief back to the disgusted Glover indiscriminately.

"I don't know, Your Highness, wow, I mean," Cohen said sincerely, his eyes flushed, his nose sniffling:

"Wow!"

Thales smiled.

"It's complicated and dramatic, but..."

"Those beggars who escaped, the city hall who came to clean up the abandoned houses, and the most important thing is you, your efforts, Cohen..."

Cohn breathed heavily, feeling the constriction in his chest, and looked at the prince gratefully.

"They do change something."

With infinite emotion, Thales stepped forward, filled with emotion:

"They are useful."

"Even... only one sword."

Cohen swallowed hard on his sore throat, with complicated emotions:

"I don't know, Your Highness, I don't know..."

He buried his face in his hands again.

Glover sighed and took out another clean handkerchief.

"Do you still remember, Cohen?" Thales knew how the security officer was feeling at the moment, but he himself was gradually lost in thought:

"What we did in the Palace of Heroes six years ago."

Cohen looked up suspiciously.

"You said, I saved the world."

Thales spoke faintly, as if returning to that winter six years ago:

"I didn't understand it then, but..."

"As you said - our desperate efforts in the Palace of Heroes seem insignificant..."

Thales took a deep breath, turned to the way he came, and stepped forward.

"But for those who may be affected by future wars..."

"Our efforts..."

"It literally saved the world."

Thales passed everyone, and raised the corners of his mouth from an angle that no one saw:

"Thank you, Cohen."

Glover followed Thales and bumped into Cohen who was in a daze.

"No, no, I didn't do anything at all," Cohen reacted, hurried to catch up, and threw the second handkerchief to the zombie by the way:

"I'm stupid, I don't understand many things..."

"No, Cohen." Thales took the lead and walked towards the exit of the abandoned house where there was no iron lock to block the door: "Only dull idiots."

"To be a hero."

Cohen paused slightly.

at this moment.

"Big words."

Leyok straightened up, picked up the purse that Mertesa had lost, and said coldly:

"Even if the fraternity doesn't care, do you think these beggars will learn by themselves when they are on the street?"

"It's only going to get worse for them."

Leyock held the purse tightly, with a trace of pain on his face:

"It's still the same in the end, becoming who we are."

"You are still far from success."

Cohen frowned.

Glover snorted softly, and pouted in Mertesa's direction:

"Why don't you worry more about yourself, how can you not become - the next him?"

At that moment, Leyok's arm showed veins.

"You're right," Thales suddenly took over the topic:

"We are still far from the so-called success - the lower city is still chaotic, the kingdom is still dark, the society is still unfair, and we are still fighting against those... enemies that cannot be killed at all."

Glover looked at the prince, wondering why he said that.

Thales' complexion darkened:

"Even, we will never be able to succeed—even if we try our best, throughout our lives, even thousands of years later, our descendants, our descendants' descendants, will not succeed."

Leyock smiled coldly.

But it was Cohen who answered.

"But so what?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking strangely at the police officer who had spoken.

"It won't work—that's what it's about, isn't it."

Glover frowned, and Leyok frowned.

"Because I can't do it," Cohen breathed in a trance, clenched his fists:

"It makes more sense to stick to it."

He reacted, raised his head in embarrassment, and looked at the others cautiously:

"Right?"

Leyock's brows became tighter and tighter.

Thales smiled.

Smile very freely.

"Well said, Cohen."

Thales sighed:

"Do you know who the greatest knight in the world is?"

"Ah?" Hearing the cultural class question, Cohen's expression instantly turned into a bitter face, and he scratched his hair:

"When I was young, the old man and the teacher taught me, the top ten knights in the history of the empire... But I... I seem to remember a knight named Needham..."

Thales shook his head.

"No."

"The greatest knight in the world," Thales said quietly:

"His name is..."

Glover and Cohen were engrossed, and even Lyjok was watching him.

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, and extracted that great name from his long memory:

"Don Quixote."

At that moment, everyone was stunned, and everyone looked confused.

Only Thales was still smiling.

"Well... I didn't do well in my studies when I was young, can I ask, who is he?" Cohen asked cautiously.

Thales was silent for a moment.

"He's a knight, a knight charged toward the most unlikely of goals."

Glover and Korn Qiqi were stunned.

The prince raised his head, his eyes full of bewilderment:

"But he's still charging."

"Even if he..."

"Never succeed."

The next second, Leyoke suddenly took a deep breath!

He turned around abruptly, and threw the money bag in his hand towards a place with the most homeless people!

Thales and the others were startled.

"I still have something to do." Amidst the jingling of coins and people's looting, Leyok parted ways with them without looking back:

"You go shopping by yourself, the brotherhood has said hello, no one dares to make things difficult for you."

Thales frowned:

"That's not the way out."

"I know." Leyok replied coldly, leaving only a distant view of them.

But Thales laughed.

He knew: that was the direction of the sixth house.

"Is he angry?" Cohen asked carefully, wiping the last tear from the corner of his eye.

"No," Thales shook his head:

"He's lost."

ah?

Cohen looked at Leyok in the distance, and rubbed the back of his head in confusion.

"Shall we follow him, Your Highness, it's safer with him around." Glover stared cautiously around.

"No," Thales suddenly felt extremely refreshed. He looked at the road he was most familiar with:

"We're not going back."

Glover suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Then where are we going?" Cohen asked foolishly, "I recommend the West City Police Department..."

Thales shook his head, his gaze firm:

"Fuxing Palace."

Glover frowned:

"What to do?"

Thales stopped, turned in one direction, and looked straight into the sky.

Glover's heart trembled.

He knew: that was the direction of Fuxing Palace.

Thales took a deep breath and exhaled slowly:

"charge."

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