Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 590 can’t go back

Chapter 590 can't go back

Glover listened to Tinker's complaint silently, but he didn't speak with much thought.

"Anyway, today is a special situation," Tinker recalled:

"Lilian found the green leather in particular, and wants to scare away the black silks."

Glover frowned and raised his head:

"Black Street Brotherhood? What happened?"

"Don't you know?"

Speaking of this, Tinker sighed and became bored:

"The prostitute of the Brotherhood-a **** named Belicia-disappeared and was abducted on Red Square Street."

Thales became alert when he heard what he was interested in.

Belicia was abducted on Red Square Street.

And he knew exactly who did it.

Glover frowned: "What does that have to do with you?"

Tinker shrugged:

"Isn't it because the girls from the north are popular these days. A few days ago, that Belicia had a vengeance with Lilian because of vying for some new girls from the north."

"So the black silk guys thought we did it. They pulled a bunch of people over and put pressure on them. All the stores were'cared for' - especially here, you know, that **** **** and her'one night affair' , Even if there is no robbing of the northern girl, I have been trying to cut off from us all these years."

Tinker sighed:

"Just because of this, Red Square Street has been jumping around all day, and the atmosphere is tense. Humph, there was a wagon with no eyesight just now, and it was still rampant on Red Square Street-yes, you saw that Is there a carriage?"

The rammed carriage...

Glover was taken aback for a moment. At any rate, under Thales' gaze reminded him, Mu Mudi shook his head.

"So you did it?"

Thales quickly took the conversation and diverted Tinker's attention:

"A kidnapper of the Brotherhood?"

Tinker glanced at Thales, then cast a suspicious look at Glover, who indicated that it was OK.

"Of course not us—"

Tinker denied at first, but after hesitating for a while, his tone finally softened:

"Well, I don't know."

He thought for a while:

"Boss Catherine shouldn't do it, but I dare not say that Red Viper and Wanderer, or the other people in the help, must have not done it."

"This is such a big thing, the big men of the Blood Bottle Gang don't know?" Glover was a little confused.

Tinker sneered.

"You have been away for too long, Fat Dun'er, things have changed a long time ago."

"In the one-night battle on Hongfang Street six years ago, we were beaten up and down. We couldn't keep our energy here. All kinds of business had to be turned into black silk cash cows."

Thales pricked his ears.

Tinker was a little bit emotional, but also a little helpless:

"It was Catherine's boss who came forward, relying on the background of the big people, and told the green skins, especially the defense officer, to intervene, forcing the black silks to sit down and negotiate, forcing them to agree to a truce, and vomit half of the newly occupied territory."

Tinker sighed:

"But the Blood Bottle Gang has been different since then. Potential newcomers like the Twelve Xeon have been scattered, not nearly as good, and the "Magic Master behind the scenes" that the Gang has always claimed is nothing. Seeing..."

"There are only three cadres of supernatural powers left, and they are not convinced with each other: Old Catherine has the highest hope and inherited most of the turf, but she chose to talk to the black silks to strike out and bear a lot of accusations; the red viper is Not reconciled, he advocates regaining the benefits, but because of his hand gestures, he is still making enemies. I can only say that it’s not bad if he doesn’t help. In addition, the "Wanderer" Fogg is brought back from the blade. There are a group of people under his hand. I always want to get a piece of the pie, but there is no good way... the other new hills are either ineffective or immature, not enough.

"So we were in a mess, and we kept fighting in different orders, and our business was constantly losing power. On the contrary, the black silks on the opposite side worked together to thrive-hard fist Qinchao, iron-hearted Rhoda, eye Lancer, wolf Fesuo, tearer Anton, Fat Morris, over the past few years, each boss has become stronger and stronger... Have you found out, we don't even mention the legend of the Black Sword and the three big killers now."

Listening to these news, Thales was shocked to realize that since his departure, the underground world of Everstar City and even the Star Kingdom had been turned upside down.

Tinker spread his hands:

"You can see from the comparison of the business between'One Night Aventure' and'Laiya Club': We are struggling to make ends meet, and we are struggling to support it-when we robbed the northern girls the other day, we couldn't get Bailey. The female fox in West Asia."

Glover stared at the lights in the room silently, not thinking.

Tinker's style changed:

"But well, first the girls in the north were in trouble with their business, then they kidnapped people on Hongfang Street at the junction of the two sides, and then some kidnappers’ carriages crossed the border to pick things up... Hey, how could such a coincidence happen? On top of our pain points with the black silk!"

Glover and Thales looked at each other blankly.

Tinker continued to complain: "It's more than that. You know that the blood bottle gang started by selling bootleg wine. As a result, in the past few months, everything from brewing raw materials, wine storage to wine sales channels has been sluggish, and everything goes wrong. The market is waiting to be fed, but we can't make wine. Customers and profits are lost day by day. This is simply the root of the gang..."

"Also, it is said that the large blacksmith shops in South Street and the suburbs, regardless of the right track, are still out of sight. They have been checked by Qingpi in the past few days. There is a tacit agreement and agreement with the black silks to build weapons and equipment for them. The black silks are famous for being able to fight and dare to fight. If you don’t have weapons, you can still fight..."

"We suspect that Hei Si Zi is eyeing our bootleg business, and Hei Si Zi guesses that we cut off their supply of weapons with the help of the official..."

Thales' eyes moved.

I saw Tinker's face with a clever trick:

"Hey, I'm afraid that both sides have ambitious people who want to make trouble... The six years of peace between us and Hei Si Zi, I am afraid it will break."

Glover hesitated to speak.

But Tinker snorted lightly and shook his head indifferently.

"Who knows, maybe this is the norm."

"The six-year peace that the two sides barely reached under pressure was originally abnormal—it felt like deliberately false."

There was silence in the room for a while.

"If the gangs go to full-scale war again, Tinker," Glover said suddenly: "Protect yourself-and Lilian."

"Do you still need to remind you?"

Tinker snorted disdainfully and slapped his chest:

"Lao Tzu participated in the'One Night War' six years ago! That scene, that battle, that energy, that blood on the street... Damn, I don't want to come again in this life."

Glover looked at him silently:

"That's good, Tinker, that's good."

Seeing the other person say this, Tinker was a little unnatural, but an undisguised shout came from the corridor, freeing him from embarrassment:

"Tink, Tinker!"

"Where are you? Boss Catherine is calling for people!"

This is an unfamiliar and young male voice, with an excited tone, he can hear it as a gang character:

"The black silk guys said that the kidnappers’ carriage had entered our site and insisted on coming in to search. They fought with the brothers on the border, and lay down several - I think we are coming to real this time! !"

Glover's expression changed: "Tink, you..."

But Tinker sneered and got up and opened a crack in the door.

In an instant, his expression became painful.

I saw Tinker distorted his face and yelled in response outside the door:

"Damn! I have diarrhea! My legs are soft..."

"Can't go!"

The voice in the hallway came from an uncomfortable answer:

"Did you make a mistake? Diarrhea again? A few years ago you were still the top 12 in the help..."

Tinker's voice rushed:

"Ahhhhhhh! I can't help it anymore, I have to go to the toilet again and talk back!"

Tinker closed the door, sat back in his chair, and ignored the gang buddy who had led him to fight.

He looked at Glover and Thales for a moment.

"what happened?"

Tinker was a little dissatisfied with their eyes and explained:

"I really have diarrhea, I said that when the boss of Kathleen came to Chagang...I, I..."

He touched his stomach, his face changed.

"Oops, I ran out of laxatives," Tinker was a little distressed:

"I have to buy a few more packages later."

Both Glover and Thales looked at him with complicated eyes.

"That's good, Tinker," Glover took a breath and understood some of the opponent's strategies:

"So fine."

But the zombie immediately raised its head seriously:

"Tink, if you and Lilian need my help..."

"Come on," Tinker waved his hand indifferently.

"Are you clear? With your current status and our current state, helping is harmful-the lesson last time is not enough?"

Glover suddenly stagnated.

Tinker was silent for a while, but slowly stood up.

"You and your little master, let's go if you have enough rest," Tinker pointed at the humble Thales, and patted Glover's sturdy arm, with unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes:

"As for your unconscious brother, if it is not convenient for you, we will hire a carriage to bring it to you..."

Glover looked back at him, slightly confused:

"Thank you, I will pay for the carriage and horses... Also, I have changed my job and my salary has increased. If you need money urgently..."

This sentence seemed to have stepped on something, but Tinker's complexion changed drastically, and his tone was quick:

"Hey! We don't need your bad money!"

"Especially yours!"

Glover realized something, also pale,

"I know, I know," This is the first time Thales has seen a zombie so embarrassed and wronged, evasive, with a look of shame:

"Sorry."

Tinker stared at Glover for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Fuck," Tinker looked away dissatisfiedly:

"Stop saying sorry."

"You make me sick."

"I..." Glover fell silent for a second, then replied in despair:

"Sorry."

Tinker sighed in pain, shook his head, gave up his plan to correct Glover, and walked to the door.

"Also," Tinker turned his back to them, holding the doorknob with his palm, his tone hesitant:

"You...you better stop coming here."

Glover stopped breathing.

Tinker was equally depressed, and seemed to have made some determination:

"I mean, if your enemy finds out again..."

"You can't protect us."

Glover was silent for a few seconds before speaking with difficulty:

"I know."

Can't protect us.

Seeing Glover's expression, Thales suddenly felt something.

He remembered something.

I saw the zombie take a few deep breaths:

"I know, thank you, brother."

Tinker did not look back, but exhaled in the same way:

"We are no longer brothers, Fat Dun'er."

Not a brother anymore.

Glover paused slightly.

"Since you have escaped from this cesspit... then live the life you deserve."

Tinker opened the door gently, with a lonely tone:

"You are... no longer one of us."

"Lilian, she hopes so too."

Not one of us anymore...

Thales saw that at that moment, Glover's arm was shaking.

But before the latter could speak, Tinker walked out of the room, leaving only the closed door.

Glover looked at the door in a daze, unable to recover for a while.

After several seconds, Thales felt that the atmosphere was almost the same, so he moved gently from the corner to the table and coughed.

"Glover?"

Glover woke up and lowered his head in shame:

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I shouldn't have just...I shouldn't have done anything with that police officer."

"As for Lilian and Tinker... they don't know your identity, please forgive me."

Thales stared at him closely and smiled.

"You know, at first, like everyone else, I thought Ms. Lilian was your lover."

Glover froze.

Thales sighed and moved the chair in front of him.

"So, do you have anything to explain to me about that lady?"

Glover raised his head with difficulty and stared at the prince blankly.

Thales looked around, trying to calm down his tone:

"Relax, there is only you and me here."

The atmosphere in the room froze for a few seconds.

Glover hesitated to speak, but finally closed his mouth and his face stiffened.

"If you don't want to say," Thales was disappointed, but he still smiled understandingly and stood up:

"does not matter."

He walked to the door:

"Put your clothes on, I will wait for you outside, it's time to go back."

But at this time.

"sister."

Glover's hoarse and painful voice came from behind:

"Lilian, she is my...pro sister."

Thales' eyes narrowed.

He slowly turned his head back.

"And Tinker," he saw Glover closing his eyes tightly:

"They are my... brothers and sisters of my compatriot."

Thales opened his eyes wide.

"They? You?"

The prince was puzzled:

"But, but you are from the Glover family..."

"I said, Your Highness," Glover opened his eyes, his face exhausted: "I used to be a beggar for the Blood Bottle Gang."

"That is true."

The room was quiet for a while.

Until Thales released the door handle and sat back in front of Glover.

"I understand."

The prince tried his best to look at him calmly and gently:

"The same mother?"

Glover nodded and was silent for a long time.

Thales didn't urge him, but waited for him to figure it out.

"My mother, she's a... she's doing skin and flesh business," Glover said hoarsely, and finally released a few secrets:

"She had many customers and had seven children-or more, I can't remember, some died."

Thales did not speak, but listened carefully.

"And my father."

Glover took a deep breath:

"He is a mediocre and incompetent dude who lives in the shadow of the family's reputation."

The zombie's expression became smooth again:

"Or in the words of my grandfather, ‘a waste’."

Glover's father, and grandfather.

Thales said silently.

"So one day, he came to Hongfang Street for pleasure and met my mother."

"It was just an ordinary buying spring," Glover's tone was calm, as if telling other people's stories:

"Leave a base **** by a prostitute."

Humble bastard.

Thales frowned.

"I've lived on this street since I've been sensible," Glover said quietly: "Women and powder, guests and copper smell, crying and groaning, freezing and hunger and sickness-that's my childhood. "

"Lilian is the eldest child among us. From a very young age, she learned to lead us through the lanes and the streets, imitating the adults, and working hard to live."

Mix in the alleys and go to the streets.

Imitating the appearance of an adult, trying to live.

Thales gradually fell into a trance as he listened to him.

"Until a rude hawker strangled his mother on the bed."

Glover looked terribly calm:

"Since then, Lilian has taken the role of mother, betraying everything, doing everything, taking our children, with younger brothers and sisters, struggling to live, hungry, full, suffering all day one day."

Struggling to live.

Thales clenched his fists unconsciously.

"When we are all,'we are connected by blood and should help each other', Lilian will teach us that."

"When she wandered on the street, she was taken away by different men time and time again, and then came back with the poor copper plates and food, sometimes with pain," Glover's eyes showed pain, his body 'S bandage is red again:

"‘We are brothers and sisters, this is the most important thing.’ She always said that, smiling and crying."

Thales stared blankly at the lights on the table.

"Those days are not easy," Glover paused for a while, "Like dysentery, slugs-our two younger siblings died of typhoid fever. Forn was caught in a failed theft. After being brought back, he didn't Can survive."

Died of typhoid...

Theft was caught...

Can't make it through...

Thales heard the throbbing in his chest getting faster and faster.

"Until Mother Laya takes us in," Glover looked at the surrounding furnishings quietly: "Here."

"Laya Club."

Thales took a deep breath.

"Mother Laiya, is she a good person?" The prince tried to hide his true emotions by participating in the topic.

"I won't say that."

Glover shook his head:

"There is no good person who can discuss life on the street."

"At that time, everyone didn't call her mother, nor was it called the Laiya Club. Mother herself was gorgeous, with superb methods, and she had a deep relationship with the Blood Bottle Gang, and she came close to several Blood Bottle Gang cadres."

"She was planning for herself, and she took a fancy to Lilian's looks and tenacity."

"As for the few of us, they are just additional."

"But that's not important. What's important is that we have become beggars of the Blood Bottle Gang since then."

Thales' eyes were erratic, as if seeing a dilapidated house with a few unkempt children squatting in it.

"Lilian was taken away by the mother, her life is much better, but in the blood bottle gang, the person in charge of the beggar is a former circus clown playing with a throwing knife. He has a weird temper and a suspicious nature. She also likes to laugh and take us. Practicing the accurate head of the flying knife."

"In the end, our brothers and sisters, only Lilian, Tinker, me, and the youngest Teto are left."

Thales suddenly realized that he unknowingly raised his left hand and pressed the burn scar under his chest.

"If everything develops normally, I will be like most of the orphans born on this street. I will either enter the blood bottle to help run errands as a thug, or leave by myself, try my best to become an apprentice or farmer, and find my own way."

Speaking of this, Glover's tone trembled:

"Until that day."

Thales raised his head subconsciously.

"That day, the clown in charge of beggars, he drove me, Tinker, and Teto together with a crazy smile, and handed them to some neatly dressed but unsmiling people. Lilian was also sent there afterwards. "

"We were taken to the Temple of Sunset, and blood samples were taken from everyone."

Thales trembled slightly.

He seemed to see his "that day".

Dawn, blood and lights.

Glover said in a daze: "They sent us to the most beautiful house we have ever seen in our life and ate the best food we have ever eaten."

The most beautiful house.

The best food.

Thales' eyes gradually faded.

Until Glover's tone tightened:

"Until they push the door in."

"Take me away."

There is boundless resentment hidden in the zombie's words:

"only me."

"I want to take my brothers and sisters together, but those people don't allow me, but respectfully but undoubtedly put me in the carriage."

"Until I realized, after I left, what they were going to do to the rest of the people-you know, they are all hired, doing this kind of task when they get old, such as killing their mouths afterwards."

Thales lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"I used all the methods I learned on the street, broke free and jumped out of the carriage,"

Glover took a deep breath, as if he had just stopped an opponent's full blow:

"When I rushed back..."

"Tink is struggling frantically, Lilian is crying in pain, Teto is only convulsed."

Zombies clenched their teeth:

"What do I want to do."

"But they are too many people, too strong."

"I... I was too weak then."

I was...

too weak.

Thales found that his arm under the table was shaking uncontrollably.

His memory seemed to go back to that night, seeing Quaid's red nose again, and seeing the children's faces crying in horror.

"Just then, an old but majestic knight arrived. He and his men drew their swords and saved Tinker and Lilian."

Glover exhaled in pain:

"But Teto, our little brother... he is too young. When the rope is wrapped around his neck, he can't breathe, let alone resist."

"Too late."

Too late.

Thales sat quietly in his place.

"The old knight knelt down, rubbed the back of my hand and apologized to me, telling me that it was all an accident, and he was my grandfather, of the same blood as me, a knight of the imperial seal, the master of the Glover family, And the watchman of the royal guard,"

"And he believes that no matter how embarrassing and shameful, the blood of the Glover family can't live on the streets."

Talking about his grandfather, Glover showed incomparably contradictory eyes:

"Grandfather appreciates my loyalty and friendship to compatriots of blood. "This love is not the same as the daughter of mine," he said.

"And he can protect and even fund my brothers and sisters, as long as I can deliver the same loyalty and friendship to me-the real brother."

Thales raised his eyes:

"The real... brother?"

Glover nodded.

"Later I learned that my father passed away that year. And Lozano-my half-brother-had typhoid fever, and they didn't know if he could survive it."

"As the backbone of the royal party, the Glover family needs a spare direct heir."

The zombies were dumb and authentic.

"From that day on, I changed my name."

"I am no longer called Fat Dun'er, but Karen Glover."

"In the famous ‘Wind Rider’ Glover’s family, there is a humble and dirty-born bastard."

Thales looked at him in awe, but he seemed to see that day six years ago, he stood high on the Hall of Stars, facing the crowds of people in the Stars Congregation Square.

[Regardless of your past, when you get up, you are...]

[Tyers Serangelana Kessel Star. ?

[The second prince of the Star Kingdom. ?

Thales closed his eyes and opened them again.

As if to wash away the light and shadow in front of me again.

"I understand."

The prince said tiredly:

"So, for you, here, and with them, Lilian, Tinker, Teto... That is your hometown, your past."

"Your indelible self."

Glover's eyes gathered slightly.

But after a moment, he shook his head with a bitter expression.

"Do not."

"You don't understand, Your Highness."

"When I became mature and independent and entered the Royal Guard, especially when Lozano became better and better, when my grandfather finally passed away, when I became dispensable again..."

Glover stared blankly at the room of Laiya Clubhouse.

"Finally one day, I came back, reunited with them, with my brothers and sisters."

Reunion.

Thales was silent.

But at that moment, Glover raised his hands with a trembling, looking at his calloused fingers because of his swordsmanship.

"But I found that all I brought to them was still pain."

"Whether it is the misfortune of Little Teto."

"It's still afterwards."

Thales became nervous.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

Glover snorted, full of irony.

"You know, Your Highness, I'm not gregarious, and I don't know how to communicate. I reluctantly relied on my grandfather to enter the vanguard wing of the guard, but I offended many people."

"They-some **** and dudes in the Vanguard Wing who have hatred with me, somehow know my origin and my relationship with..."

Glover bowed his head sadly:

"Relationship with Lilian."

Thales sighed.

"So, after I had another fight with them, that night, those **** came here in groups."

Glover's voice is low:

"They ordered Lilian with an unprecedented amount of money."

His voice began to tremble:

"They, they kept her in a house..."

Thales was feeling heavy, and he pursed his lips:

"The act of a coward."

Glover ignored him:

"When Tinker was wounded and knocked on my door in the middle of the night..."

"I have to go to the house of the Glover family and do what I least want to do-to ask Lozano for help, to find the best doctor for the dying Lilian."

The zombies had to pause to adjust their emotions.

The room was quiet.

Thales was silent for a while, then spoke again:

"In the royal guard, those people, those dudes, who are they?"

"It's not important anymore," Glover shook his head with a gloomy expression: "It has been resolved."

"solve?"

Glover hummed sarcastically, hatred and determination appeared in his eyes:

"You know, those **** are sure I don't dare to take the risk and show off to me triumphantly and tell me how they tortured her that night..."

Thales thought of the terrible scars on Lilian's body just now, and was silent.

Glover swallowed and gritted his teeth:

"I...I can't control myself."

Thales nodded:

"Like today?"

Glover closed his eyes:

"Sorry."

"When I acted on my colleagues, I made a big bogey and caused a big disaster. The relationship between Lozanoto and the law, tried my best, but it can only save my life."

Glover opened his eyes, there was no light inside, only deep numbness remained:

"Until one day, a man came to the confinement well of the guard."

"He told me that he was the new watchman of the Royal Guard and just needed a new subordinate."

"So I walked out of the confinement well and followed Lord Mallos to the Western Wilderness."

That's it.

The two were silent for a while again, until Thales spoke:

"Glover..."

But the zombie seemed to be suddenly awakened and interrupted the prince regardless:

"So I got it."

Glover gripped his bandage tightly, his face twisted:

"A long time ago, at the moment I was taken away by my grandfather, everything changed."

Thales stared at him silently, and suddenly understood what "empathy" means.

"We, Lilian, Tinker, I..."

Glover exhaled in pain, both resentful and relieved:

"We can't go back."

"forever and always."

At that moment, many scenes and words flashed through Thales's brain.

Beggar.

Siblings.

The day that changed destiny.

New life.

The old burden.

The prince heard Gilbert's words in a daze:

[Maybe the day you found them. ?

[That's the day you killed them. ?

In the next second, Thales took a deep breath and awoke from the memory.

"Glover."

The prince's voice sounded steadily, with indisputable meaning:

"Can you still walk?"

The zombie looked up suspiciously.

"Your Highness?"

Thales looked at the door blankly, not knowing what to think.

"I want to go somewhere."

Glover was stunned for a second, then reacted:

"His Royal Highness, Commuto is not here, I am the only one, we are understaffed..."

Thales smiled, and before he finished speaking, he opened his mouth:

"Robic?"

"Brother Robik?"

The door was quiet, and there was no response.

Glover was puzzled.

Thales felt that his face was a little unsafe, so he raised his voice:

"Robic! Robick, silly big Dilla!"

Still no response.

The air suddenly became awkward.

Until Thales took a deep breath, trumpeted his hands in front of his mouth, and shouted angrily:

"Korn Nima's Karabyan!"

There was a thud outside the door, as if someone had suddenly hit the door panel.

Glover's face changed, he suppressed his unhappiness, just stared at the door dullly.

Sure enough, the next moment, the door of the room opened, and the crack of the door revealed Officer Cohen's bruised and swollen face, full of panic and doubt.

"What? Brother Wiya..."

Thales interrupted him directly: "Get ready, go somewhere with me."

Cohen was startled: "Where?"

"Downtown area."

down town……

Whether Glover or Cohen, both of them were stunned.

After a few seconds, the police officer was cautious, tentatively speaking:

"But, but that is the site of the Black Street Brotherhood..."

Thales looked cold:

"Are you scared?"

"The first-level security officer of the West City Security Department, Your Excellency Karabyan?"

Cohn paused, a little uncomfortable, but still hesitant:

"That's not true. Excuse me. The Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang have recently started to get nervous again..."

Thales squinted.

"Are you scared?"

"No, no," Cohen shook his head hurriedly:

"I mean, although I am strong, although the big brother sitting over there is a little weaker than me (Glover sneers disdainfully), if I slam into the fraternity nest..."

"Are you scared?"

"Of course not, I have been to Xiacheng several times, but the roads there are not easy to walk, especially easy to get lost, and it will get dark when you get lost..."

"Are you scared?"

"No, but you are a prince after all, if you accidentally bump..."

"Are you scared?"

"No, no, one more thing. I asked for leave today. It's not a work injury. The medical expenses are not reimbursed..."

"You're scared--"

boom!

Cohen slapped the door angrily, causing a loud noise!

I saw him full of magnificence, seeing death as home:

"His grandma, what's so great, just go!"

The police officer gritted his teeth and roared in the Western Wasteland:

"I'm afraid of the eggs of a tortoise!"

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