Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 592 is like going home

Chapter 592 is like going home

In the lower part of the city, on a noisy and chaotic street in a cold wind, three cloaked figures stepped forward, squeezing the crowd away, and blending into the chaotic atmosphere:

The local "land escort" greeted guests with a big smile while casting malicious eyes at their peers; the owner and the thief chased and fled from the thrilling distance, causing passers-by to complain; the idlers and homeless people looked up and down. Lie down on the dirty roadside, waiting for the hire business to cope with today’s three meals; the panting porter and the salesman numbly piled the goods to the front of the shop, yelling at the shopkeeper’s insults and turning a blind eye; the coachman on the road irritably Whip the horses, disperse the people in the mud, stop the rogues who want to sneak up and take a ride behind; adventurers and mercenaries surround the rotting and black wooden bulletin board, searching for The official wanted all the information entrusted by private persons; The Night Sacrifice stood on a wooden box on the corner of the street and looked down at the people passing by, distressed and helpless, and continued his unattended sermon with a dry voice; the mysterious people with weapons hiding their heads and tails carrying them The dangerous breath of "don’t come near" flashes on the streets from time to time to discuss an unspeakable business; in the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two big guys who are vengeful in a bar beat each other to bloodshed. , Still refuses to give up; shrewd and vicious hawkers habitually bargain with the same old and spicy customers, all wanting to squeeze the last bit of money from each other; the warriors gather in the dirty and run-down lanes and cross their heads and pose, and their heads fall into disrepair. There was an undisguised sound of bed calls from the second floor; a gambling gang cats gambling gambling on the corner of the street, from dealers, nurseries, thugs, and others; a group of sneaky gangsters gathered together mysteriously Everywhere, the thief stared at every passer-by, discussing in a low voice from time to time...

"We shouldn't have come here at all to see the pickles all over the street-too dangerous."

Glover pushed away a hawker who wanted to sell them goods.

"Relax, we are safe for the time being, zombie-don't you mind if I call you that?" Thales' voice came from his side.

Glover shook his head and said he didn't mind.

But the zombie lowered his head and listened vigilantly to the movement behind him. His hands had been hidden under the cloak and held the hilt of the sword: In the alley where the three had just walked, a few fierce gangsters were paying off two poor debtors. People punch and kick without mercy.

Cohen frowned and caught up in two strides. He relied on being tall. Three punches and two kicks blasted the debt collectors apart, but when he turned around, he found that the debtor who had been beaten was gone.

Seeing the police officer's actions, Thales sighed and explained helplessly:

"First, we are all wearing cloaks, which implies that we have another identity or mission, and it also means that we may be hiding weapons. There is an unknown danger if we act on us."

"Second, your body shape and walking posture are not easy to provoke at a glance. With the configuration of the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards-the kind that can fight."

"Third, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping incident, the Black Street Brotherhood sent a large number of people to the Red Square Street station to confront the Blood Bottle Gang, including many'dangerous people' who could threaten us. "

"So in fact, we are much safer than we thought."

As Thales spoke, he glared at a street gangster who was secretly looking at them, who immediately looked away casually.

"Well, what your Highness said is exactly what I want to say..."

Cohen felt sadly at the corner of his clothes that had been scratched when he was pulling the frame, and walked back to Thales and Glover unhappily:

"Our... uh, what did you talk about just now?"

Glover glanced at Cohen with disdain.

"When I was young, the Brotherhood had not yet risen. When I grow up, I rarely come here."

As the zombie spoke, he smashed away a drunk drunkard:

"But no matter when, down town is very dangerous."

Cohen held the drunkard in one hand and let him slowly slide down against the wall without falling over.

The guard patted Glover on the shoulder:

"You have to go out more, zombie, I also had the illusion of'this is dangerous' at first..."

"Call me that again," Glover's expression remained unchanged, and his voice turned cold:

"You will know: that is not an illusion."

Cohen's smile froze on his face.

Thales smiled and took the conversation:

"Xiacheng is home to most of the poor people in Yongxing City. It is also a community. Of course it is not as dangerous as the people say. There is no going in or out, there is no return."

Glover nodded.

Thales remembered something, and his voice was slightly lower: "At least it's not full of fangs, choosing someone to eat..."

But at this moment.

Snapped!

Thales suddenly stretched out his hand and held down a little girl who passed by him and was covered in dirt.

Both Cohen and Glover were taken aback, and the little girl looked at the teenager in panic, trying to struggle with the wrist clasped by Thales.

"I thought you could tell," Thales said softly, to the thin girl who was only seven or eight years old:

"I have no money"

Thales made a stab at the strong guard and vanguard:

"The money bag is on them."

The dirty little girl wanted to cry, but her eyes fluttered shrewdly from side to side.

The memories of the street flooded, Thales suddenly felt familiar, so he looked around.

"Hey! What did you do to my daughter!"

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman with a makeup like a paint tray and messy clothes like a clothespin rushed out in the alley where the wanderings gathered nearby, howling with a sharp and mean country accent, pointing Thales scolded:

"Everyone, come and have a look, someone bullied the little girl in the street! Shameless! Shameless?"

The passers-by turned their heads one after another, humming.

"I tell you, Alessa is my baby!"

"Her father is a famous guy in this street. Don't even think about it unless you give an explanation—"

When the woman with heavy makeup looked up, she found two tall and muscular cloak men—Cohen and Glover—stand by Thales.

Her voice suddenly became quieter, and she squeezed a smile:

"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter viciously:

"I knew that you little **** was restless! Did you take something from someone again, ah? How many times has your mother taught you? Even if you want it, you can't just take people's things! This is the most basic character of life! Quick, Hand it over! Apologize to brother!"

"Don't worry, she didn't take anything."

Thales smiled slightly and let go of his right hand.

The girl named Alyssa cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, not forgetting to give Thales the same vicious look as her mother.

"What's the matter, dear?" Like a drama, a sloppy rascal came up with a vicious voice, behind him were five or six equally ill-intentioned **** or hobos:

"I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"

Thales frowned slightly.

Hearing the man’s voice, the woman immediately changed her face and became vicious again:

"Wow, since she didn't take anything, then you are a wrongdoer! Let me tell you, Yongxing City has a king's law! We are poor, but we are not short, and our dignity is priceless. You are so innocent..."

"So it's you?" The gangster came up with his ears and squinted at Thales:

"To bully people and slander my daughter as a thief in the street..."

But the next moment, Glover turned round and raised his arm neatly, and punched out!

With a bang, the leading gangster flew out two meters with blood and fell to the ground.

Amidst the exclamation of the onlookers, the accomplices behind him saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly dispersed.

The woman trembled at the sight, her voice lowered again.

"Ahhh, misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings, please bear with me," she flattered and apologized, and slapped Alessa severely.

"She hasn't been smart since she was a child..."

The three of them were relatively speechless, watching the woman scolding the girl all the way into the alley, and soon appeared at another pair of intersections, looking for the next target.

Under the eyes of Glover and Cohen, the passers-by who hadn't seen it as a good show sighed with disappointment and turned to leave.

Thales sighed and continued what he said earlier:

"Of course, this place is not as safe as you think, especially when you gradually lose your guard against it, like..."

"Like a desert."

Unexpectedly, the person who answered the question was actually Cohen.

Thales and Glover turned their heads together.

"It's dangerous and safe."

I saw the police officer staring at the Oriole who was holding his daughter and staring at passers-by sneakily, silently.

Cohen sighed faintly, jumping out of the ordinary:

"Neither dangerous nor safe."

"Have you been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.

Cohen shook his head and didn't answer, obviously not interested.

Thales also remembered something, and nodded:

"It's like all people in the world only hear the name, but don't know the real shore and far."

"Even if we are only separated by a wall, close to there."

But as far as the sky.

The difference between cloud and mud.

Cohen returned to his senses sullenly:

"Speaking of which, where are we going?"

Thales watched the police officer's abnormal behavior and smiled indifferently:

"There is an answer."

Cohen and Glover frowned, puzzled.

At a loss, they could only follow behind the prince step by step, deep into this increasingly complex and dangerous neighborhood.

Glover grew up on Red Square Street in the Western District, but he knows very little about the downtown market. Although Cohen worked for the Security Department, he didn't seem to be familiar with it. The two stumbled along the way and fell into a panic. It was Thales who walked the streets and alleys and knew the road easily—he was already familiar with this place, and with the help of "Never Lose", he was even more handy, without stagnation.

"This **** mud, have the road administration funds been eaten by dogs... Your Highness, can I ask, this is obviously Xiacheng," Cohen asked embarrassedly after pulling his boots out of the mud pit for the third time:

"But why are you so proficient!"

On the other side, Glover said nothing, but roughly kicked off a stone blocking the way and followed the prince's footsteps.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Thales lied casually without changing his face:

"The Canstar royal family has the blessing and blessing of the gods and will never get lost."

Huh?

"Blessing? Blessing? Never get lost?"

Cohen scratched his head.

That said, my old man is lying to me again?

When I was young, he clearly told me that the royal family of Canstar bears an eternal curse...

"So, follow me, don't get lost," Thales somehow remembered the journey in the black path, shaking his cloak, and stepping forward:

"Some roads are like life. Once you are left behind, you can never go back."

Glover remembered something, but he just tightened his cloak, taciturn.

"So, you said, you want to come here to find the answer? Xiacheng." Cohen stared carefully at his feet, guarding against the terrible road surface comparable to that of the Blade Ya camp.

Thales nodded.

"To be honest, I have had a lot of ups and downs this day."

"Hope and gray alternate, go smoothly with setbacks, surprises are mixed, and joys and sorrows are connected."

Thales went all the way forward, passing through several doorways skillfully, quietly and authentically:

"It's like the past few months, the past six years, the past... whole life."

Glover and Cohen were startled.

"Tell me, have you ever seen hopeless people who are desperate and desperate?"

The young man moved forward, looking at the hustle and bustle all over the street, and his lips curled up.

Cohen's eyes rolled: "I really saw a lot of—"

Glover frowned: "Yes--"

The voices of both sides rose and fell at the same time, and they could not help but glance at each other.

"Huh?" Thales urged absently.

"In the Great Desert—" Cohen continued.

"The Western Front--" Glover said at the same time.

Cohen and Glover looked at each other again, both full of dissatisfaction that they "snatched me."

"I'm cleaning up the battle—"

"During the Desert War—"

The two people who were already in suspicion stopped again and looked at each other fiercely:

"Hey, hey, are you enough--"

"Put me in again—"

"You two!"

Thales finally couldn't bear it.

"Do you need me to open a room so that you can continue to be romantic and loving each other?"

The police officer and the vanguard officer kept silent, and Qi Qi hummed coldly and turned away:

"Humph."

Sure enough, D.D's follower-this is Cohen who feels good about himself.

Sure enough, it was Doyle's relatives—this was a disdainful Glover.

(In the Doyle mansion in Dongcheng District, DD, who was lying on the bed eating fruit and flipping through the **** picture album, was wounded and groaned so comfortably that he sneezed a lot, shocking the Baron Doyle and his wife outside the door. He threw himself into the room again: "My poor son!")

"Where am I...?" Thales let out a sigh of relief, unhappy.

"Desperate people--" Glover and Cohen said in unison again, and the two frowned at each other.

Thales nodded, looking at the chaos and disorder all over the street, thoughtfully:

"Now, meeting these people in Xiacheng makes me feel that I am still living in a normal world, rather than a circle of other people..."

some other people……

Cohen and Glover started thinking at the same time, but they had different answers.

But Thales didn't expect their answer, he just sailed in his own memory:

"Have you ever seen someone who treats rudeness as full of personality, and yin and yang weirdness as a good line?"

Cohen sighed: "When I was a kid—"

Glover snorted: "In the family—"

Both sides who spoke at the same time for countless times shut their mouths together, their complexions stiff.

Thales looked at them suspiciously:

"You guys, are you sure you don't need to open a house?"

Cohen and Glover held their faces, and both decided to die without speaking.

Thales sighed softly: He missed Wya and Rolf.

The prince continued to sigh:

"Also treat pretending to be high and deep as style reserved, and speculation and suspicion as daily social..."

"And take the tacit understanding of the unspoken rules as a matter of course, and treat duplicity as the rule of life..."

"Take hypocrisy as a proper etiquette, and ambiguity as an impeccable person..."

"Unfortunately, these people, I have seen them all these days."

Thales sighed:

"Maybe see you again in the future."

"And they all set their sights on me, whether it is hope or persecution, scrutiny or disdain, they all hope to find answers here and answer questions they can't answer."

Thales looked sad:

"But they were wrong."

The prince pulled a clothes pole away and walked down a step.

"I have no answer."

"At least there is no answer they want, not even the answer I want."

Thales stepped on the dirt road in his memory, just like years ago.

It seems that nothing has changed.

The prince's emotions infected Glover and Cohen, and the two thought separately, silently.

"In their eyes, I can't feel myself, I don't know what I am doing, what I am going to do, what I can do."

Thales took them out of the alley to another street, which was much more dilapidated but much quieter.

"I don't even know who I am."

Thales looked at the deserted street from a distance and fell silent.

"You are a noble man, and brilliant," Glover said stiffly:

"Naturally, it is an important task, far beyond ordinary people."

"That," Cohen returned to his senses, anxious after hearing the words:

"Me, I think so too!"

The zombie gave him a sideways glance.

Thales glanced back at them and smiled.

"Yeah, ‘it’s okay, destiny will prepare everything for you’, my father once said."

Thales looked at the unevenness of his feet and moved forward again.

"For six years, this sentence has always worked well."

"Especially when I was still in the Northland."

"At that time, I didn't have a chance to hesitate," Thales frowned, thinking of the bleak and laughing dead crow, "you can stop hesitating."

But Thales looked up suddenly.

"but……"

The young man avoided an alley where thieves gathered:

"What if destiny becomes lazy, too?"

Glover and Cohen both frowned.

"If even destiny refuses to show me its figure, and just puts out an empty mirror, only people can see his helpless face in it," Thales gritted his teeth:

"Then how can I see my answer clearly?"

Glover pursed his mouth, thoughtfully.

Cohen's eyes widened and his face was blank.

"Have you ever played chess?'The Rise and Fall of the Empire'?"

Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty and obstructed streets in Xiacheng District, raised his head in confusion, and looked towards the clear blue and spotless sky of Yongxing City.

Glover raised his head:

"Yes."

Cohen scratched his head embarrassedly, his voice getting smaller and smaller:

"I, that, hey, I know the rules... No way, the old man taught his cousin all his chess skills..."

Thales smiled slightly.

"Since I returned to the kingdom, in these days, many people wanted to play chess with me, and I was all satisfied."

Thales continued to move forward, his eyes getting sharper:

"But there is one of the most special people."

"It's not what I'm used to."

They walked onto an unfamiliar street, where the houses and laneways were stacked on top of each other, and they could barely see the order when they were first planned.

But it is still full of beggars and gangsters, unable to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.

"Most people play chess, and all they see are pieces and games."

Thales avoided a wagon that was throwing muddy water:

"But he is not."

The prince's eyes were solemn.

"Either six years ago or six years later, he was unique and unique, not only did he disdain to go off the court, he never glanced at the board, and even didn't care about the situation or the outcome of the game."

Glover's brows wrinkled and tightened, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.

But Thales' words carried invisible power, causing the two of them to subconsciously tighten their bodies.

"Because what he saw in his eyes was only outside the chessboard, no matter how big or small, no matter how high or low, they were lonely and contemplative, going their own way-chess players."

Thales clenched his fists.

"He knows, or he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth.

"It is always the chess player who makes a choice on the chessboard."

Wings of Legend, Anke Bailar, Jayne Kevin Deer, and even the shadows on the throne in the Palace of Revival flashed through Thales's brain at this moment.

"Every chess player, every chess player who achieves himself through different choices, always has a trace to follow."

Thales took a deep breath.

"And he caught these, only looking at the chess player, only using the chess player as a piece-he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess player, it wouldn't matter what kind of game he wanted."

"It's like a king doesn't respect blood," Thales gently pressed his chest:

"The bloodline is honored by the king."

Glover and Cohen were silent, one dignified and the other ignorant.

Thales gradually sorted out his thoughts, his tone jealous.

"He is an opponent I have never seen before, and his moves cannot even be described and evaluated in terms of'smart' and'inferior'."

"Connecting different players together is his chessboard."

"For this, he is willing to bind himself, even commit suicide and give off his son, even overturning the chessboard."

Thales' eyes were ethereal, his thoughts were not.

"Just like some players can operate, some players play operations, some players understand skills, and some players look at the overall situation..."

"But he..." Thales sighed:

"He just stared at the power supply of the main unit wholeheartedly!"

Cohen finally didn't feel lonely anymore: he saw with satisfaction that at this moment Glover also showed a dazed and ignorant expression.

"It's good to be used to it," the police officer patted Glover's shoulder contentedly as he came over:

"The prince is like this, he often talks about it, I have seen..."

"I'm his guard with him day and night," the zombie looked cold, and shook off Cohen's hand without giving face.

"You don't need to remind."

But Thales ignored these little details, and he concentrated on his thoughts.

"He chooses, or he believes that he chooses the king and the player, not the blood and the game."

The prince took a deep breath, but for a moment a little confusion and hesitation appeared.

"But how can he be sure," Thales said slowly:

"If you are honored by your bloodline, you will surely be able to honor the bloodline?"

"A piece in a chess game must be a chess player?"

Thales looked back:

"What do you say?"

Glover and Cohen, who were struggling with each other's eyes, were shocked and both returned to their senses.

"I can't give you the answer." Glover said cautiously.

"I, I, I still don't understand..." Cohen worked hard for a long time, still frustrated.

"His Royal Highness is playing," Glover coldly reminded the companion who was unclear with his sister:

"With a distant opponent we can't see, a big man who is difficult to deal with."

Glover's eyes sharpened:

"Or, more than one."

Thales nodded approvingly.

The police officer blinked and shook his head.

"No, you are involved in politics, so many twists and turns..."

But before Cohen could answer, Thales moved forward again, leaving Cohen, who had worked hard to express his opinions, behind him, leaving behind his grievances.

"So he is forcing me, forcing me into the game."

Thales thought of the past with a cold face:

"Or, he knows, once a player like me enters the game..."

"It will become the player he wants."

Thales tensed his muscles unconsciously.

"For this, he gave me a sword."

The prince's gaze was straight forward, penetrating the streets, as if seeing something.

"Because he knows, or he believes, no matter where the blade is going, no matter what the sword is drawn, block or attack, slash or stab, once I pick up the sword..."

Thales faintly said:

"I can't let it go anymore."

Feeling the struggle and hesitation of the Duke of Xinghu, Glover did not speak.

But Cohen blinked hard.

"Where is going, what is going... sword... uh..."

Cohen's eyes were deep at first, then at a loss:

"I'm sorry, I...I still don't understand too much."

"It's okay, Cohen," Thales regained his senses and exhaled, "It's a good thing not to understand."

The prince looked at him complicatedly:

"It means you are very happy."

"Don't worry."

But unexpectedly, the police officer shook his head decisively.

"No, no, your Highness, although I know you are scolding me secretly, but Master Jedi told me when you don't know whether to lift the sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but still firmly said:

"It's time to ask your'heart of the sword'."

Thales was taken aback.

"what?"

"Sword Heart," Cohen said solemnly and seriously:

"In the Tower of End, you can't graduate without this."

"Humph," Glover sneered with his arms folded:

"It's the magical theory of the broken tower again."

Cohen gave Glover a dissatisfied glance, but after all he did not conflict with the opponent, but turned to ask Thales:

"This is the overall view of the Tower of End on the Power of End: The Power of End is not a tool, but the "self."

"It's training is not a practice of skills, not just a repetition of the same thing, but an inner temper, it is the questioning of further understanding of the self every time: strength and itself, external and spiritual, skill and personality, behavior and belief, The sword is on the outside, the heart is on the inside, the technique is on the outside, and the power of ending is on the inside. Only the duality of internal and external complements each other to reach the pinnacle of the power of ending."

Thales thoughtfully.

Cohen showed nostalgic eyes:

"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the End Tower must embark on a journey to find their own unique-there is no difference in strength or weakness, only suitable or not-"Sword Heart" ', the inside and outside are connected to become a great weapon."

"Your sword must go hand in hand with your heart, and your ideas are the same."

"Otherwise, at a certain moment, your heart will always be out of touch with your sword-your martial arts skills will be more effective, and the power of ending will be stagnant, just like you can't force a delicate and thoughtful swordsman to open and close. Nor can we force the bold and wild fighters to work hard."

Parallel is not contradictory, the concept is the same.

Thales was a little surprised, remembering Ricky's explanation of the power of ending in the prison of bones.

Glover snorted:

"It sounds like the sky is falling down, let's fight..."

Cohen ignored Glover, but looked at Thales:

"What about you, where is your heart of the sword, Your Highness?"

Thales was silent.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered Falkenhauser's words.

[Hold on to your sword. ?

[Don't lose it. ?

But at this moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart beat!

"It's over, young masters."

Almost at the same time, Cohen and Glover also changed their colors. They vigilantly and solemnly bowed their knees and pressed their swords into a fighting posture!

Thales noticed that at some point, the streets around them were empty and weirdly silent.

In front of him, a strong-faced, muscular man hugged his arms and stared at them scorchingly.

A piece of black silk was tied to his left arm and shook lightly.

"It seems that the scum along the way did not lie," the man looked at the movements of Cohen and Glover, his eyes changed:

"It's really a hard idea, worthy of this cloak, no wonder we dare to do our street business."

Thales stared at the black silk cloth, silently.

"Super Order." Glover stared at the resolute man:

"He makes me uncomfortable."

Cohen took a deep breath.

"I recognize this guy, he is on the list of criminal offenders in the Security Department," the security officer eagerly tried:

"'Thunder Axe' Auschu, formerly served on the warship of the East China Sea."

"Just so, take this opportunity to take him..."

But at this moment, Oschu whistled softly.

Soon, the sound of footsteps rang from all directions, from fragmented to deafening.

In a few seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three of them.

Glover and Cohen first calculated the number of people, and they all changed.

"This too..." Cohen's expression twitched.

"Too many, this number is extraordinary." Glover concluded solemnly.

Thales frowned.

Cohen exhaled:

"Damn, the guy with a gloomy look at the back left, I remember,'Quiet Killer' Lyyoke, whose origin is still unknown."

Thales turned his head to the left. As expected, he saw the familiar face—Lyyoke was leaning against the wall, bowed his head, and no one among the dozen thugs dared approach him.

"And on the right, that is the'cone of steel' Ed Leonsa. In the big bazaar, he must be there for the bullying to collect money and collect debts, a desperate northerner."

"Strange, these desperadoes have different subordinates, and they shouldn't get together normally." Cohen thought.

Glover didn't speak, he just moved his arm to confirm the influence of his whiplash on his movement.

"Welcome to the underground street, young masters who don't know where they are from."

Auschu took the axe from his subordinates, took a step forward, and smiled and showed the axe blade:

"Black Street Brotherhood, hello to you,"

Underground street.

Thales sniffed instinctively.

Sure enough, he smelled the musty smell in his memory.

It was a place he was familiar with, and Thales was in a panic.

"Only the same..."

"Come here to play," Thunder Axe shook his head with a tut:

"Tickets are required."

Auschu waved his hand gently, and the malicious thugs around slowly approached the three of them.

"I have fireworks for help. The director of the West City Security Department must be verbose afterwards, and then buckle me..." Cohen touched his waist unhappy.

"I have, too, from the Royal Guard, but with the flag wing..." Glover said boredly.

But at this moment, Thales was generous and took a step forward without hesitation!

"Really, tickets?"

The young man under the cloak ignored the crushing Brotherhood crowd and looked straight at Oschu.

"You know, I like it here."

"The feeling every time I come in," With a complex and subtle mood, Thales looked at the streets around him and said with emotion:

"It's like going home."

Suddenly I found that I have a quota for fan titles, although not many, only ten. Let’s start a fan title activity recently! (It seems that only fans above the rudder master can claim it)

(End of this chapter)