Kingdom's Bloodline-Chapter 599 The Greatest Knight (Part 2)

Chapter 599 The Greatest Knight (Part 2)

Glover grunted angrily.

"At least, you can stop other people from killing," the zombie stared straight ahead:

"That's help."

Cohen gave a wry smile and didn't answer.

"No," Thales was speaking, which made Glover want to refute, "Trust me, zombie."

"that is not."

Thales shook his head:

"Stop killing and help, they look alike."

Thales faintly said:

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

"But trust me, Karen."

"That's two different things."

"Between the two, it's still far away."

Glover did not answer, but thought deeply.

At this moment, Leyoke's sneer came.

"Thank you for less, masters,"

"No one in this world is worth or expects your salvation."

The killer of the Brotherhood raised his hand and stretched out to the surrounding dilapidated houses:

"Look: this is our life. It has always been like this. It never needs to be changed-not to mention salvation."

"An arrogant person like you can't save anyone at all."

Cohen's brows tightened.

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

"The world is like this. It's self-contained and has its own rules. It would be nice for me to 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 revised in the future."

Thales clenched his fists. At that moment, he thought of two people who were very different but coincidentally:

[Grasp your sword, don't lose it. 】

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

Cohen sighed.

"She always said that, and then picked up the knife and took the scumbags who were caught by me and released..."

Cohen reacted and shook his head, knowing he had failed.

"Sorry."

"Your friend," Leyoke said nonchalantly, as if this were his manpower guidelines:

"She is right."

"at least."

The killer glanced at the guard:

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

But Cohen shook his head.

"But the same," he said bitterly, "she can kill."

"It can't save people."

"Me and her, we often quarrel about this."

Thales gave a chuckle.

"Trust me, Cohen, it's not your fault to fight," the boy raised his head and said with emotion.

"Even after a few thousand years, there will still be people quarreling about it."

Cohen shrugged.

"Perhaps."

He sneered quite a little self-defeatingly:

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

"I used to talk about these worries with my colleagues, bosses, and even their bosses."

"But every time, they patted me on the shoulder with tolerance and sympathy, telling me that they understood, because they were as young as me, as passionate, as hardworking, as... confused."

Cohen's tone dimmed:

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

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

Cohen nodded unconsciously.

"Either they are accustomed to being insensitive, or they are centering on the profit and merging with the evil, or it has nothing to do with themselves, or they are independent and self-reliant...Even if there are sporadic newcomers, they are also in the rules and regulations and labor day after day. , I was slowly assimilated in return and thanklessness, and lost my original self..."

Leyoke snorted coldly.

"Unbelievable, this was actually said by a young master who was born noble and never worried about food, clothing, housing..."

He glanced at Cohen.

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

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

Cohen sneered indifferently.

"If I want to kill you, I will leave you with the whole body," Glover coldly fought back for the police officer:

"For your guide this time."

Leyoke was cold-eyed.

"I think nothing matters..."

Cohen sighed:

"West Ring District, Xiacheng District, Xicheng Gate, these should be my jurisdiction, I should be the guardian here."

He raised his head haggardly, looking at the dirty road before him:

"But the truth is, they are like my nemesis."

"Swallow all my fantasies."

Glover pursed his lips, and Leyoke looked attractive.

Thales looked at Cohen sadly.

"I want to bring some changes," Cohen gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"but……"

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

"That fat man Morris, and you, Your Highness, you let me understand that I am fighting more than crime."

Cohen was startled:

"I don't know, I don't know if these things I've done are useful... I myself sometimes wonder whether I am really just as they say, I am just a foolish fool who does not work hard, a - a foolish guard."

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

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

"I can do nothing."

Glover couldn't help saying:

"You are the eldest of the Karabyan family, if you can't..."

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

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

"but……"

Cohen lowered his head slowly.

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

The police officer looked at his family sword and sighed:

"But it has to face the wound it cut itself."

"too difficult."

Thales also sighed.

"Do you remember the girl in the pharmacy," the prince whispered:

"Jenny."

The three turned their heads.

"She only has one pair of hands," Thales lowered his head, looking at the increasingly uneven road under his feet, counting the pits wholeheartedly:

"Just as you only have a sword."

"Who do you think is more difficult?"

Cohen was stunned.

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

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

Getting closer.

A sense of familiarity and panic hit at the same time, making him reluctant to look up.

But the journey will eventually be over.

"Here we are."

As if only a second later, Lyoke's cold and lonely voice rang in his ears:

"This is the abandoned house."

"Beggars are usually..."

Abandoned house.

Thales stopped his shaking abruptly and raised his head.

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

Ok?

Almost at the same time, the faces of Cohen and Leyoke changed.

"strange."

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

"What's the matter?" Glover was puzzled.

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

The guard frowned and said:

"It... there are people in it."

Glover snorted:

"nonsense."

"No, no, you don't understand," Cohen explained: "In the past few years, I followed the police department to clean up, and the abandoned houses were always empty every time-the scum could always move ahead, including their control The countless vagrants below—cannot catch anything."

Cohen walked forward suspiciously:

"I just, I have never seen it live in it."

Thales followed his footsteps, frowning.

They walked on a terrible dirt road, passing rows of stone houses in disrepair.

"It's all old, weak and sick."

Glover walked through a room and glanced inside:

"There are also tramps—and there are beggars."

But Thales still frowned.

They turned a corner and embarked on a path familiar to young people: 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 were unclothed, skinny poor people everywhere, sitting or lying down, and some hoarsely reaching out their begging hands.

"No." Leyoke kicked a tramp who reached out to touch his boots, finally couldn't help it.

"The abandoned house is wrong."

Glover turned his head in disdain:

"What's wrong with you?"

Leyoke shook his head:

"I haven't come very much in recent years, but..."

He looked around warily:

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

"As usual, there should only be beggars and thugs here."

"And there shouldn't be so many homeless people—some people are not fraternity at all."

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

Only Thales, who looked at the abandoned house crowded with poor people, did not speak.

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

"Hey, if you guys want to robbery, find the wrong place."

The four turned their heads: a similarly yellow-faced and thin-faced man, describing the poor man as he straightened his waist from the recliner and yawned:

"The abandoned house is from the Black Street Brotherhood..."

Leyoke's eyes moved:

"Mertesar?"

Hearing the name, the disheveled man trembled.

He got up from the recliner, stared at the quiet assassin carefully, and finally called out his name in a daze:

"Are you... Leyok?"

"Yes," Leyoke recovered from surprise:

"Why are you here?"

The face of the man named Mertesa changed.

The next second, he stood up, turned his head and left!

"Hey, wait!"

Leyoke chased after him, but Thales and others were at a loss.

"Who is he?"

"The man who entered the fraternity the same year as me, with the other boss," Leyoke gritted his teeth and chased.

"It's just that I haven't heard of him in a long time-Mertesa, stop!"

Mertesar's pace was limping and uneasy.

"Go away! Stay away from me!" The man didn't look back, but he was grumpy.

Leyoke's expression became cold, and he suddenly accelerated!

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Mertesar only felt stumbling, and immediately lost his balance and fell to the ground in pain.

"You forced me," Lyok walked to him coldly, watching Mertesar roll over in embarrassment, "Now, tell me, why are you here—"

Leyoke's words stagnated.

He saw that Mertesa gritted his teeth hard and propped himself up with only his left hand.

The other side's other sleeve, which should have been his right arm, was empty.

"See it?"

Mertesar leaned over, blocked his broken arm, and said angrily:

"Of course I am here, where else can I go!"

Thales and others rushed to them.

"what happened?"

Leyoke looked at the other party's sleeves, and then at Mertesa's haggard and sloppy look, with a complex expression:

"your hands?"

"What happened?" Mertesa seemed to have been insulted, but he didn't even feel ashamed of the quiet killer, but yelled loudly:

"Are you on purpose?"

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

"What? What deliberately?" Leyoke asked puzzled.

Mertesa's breathing accelerated, his eyes flushed, and he stared at Leyoke.

"six years ago!"

The man with a broken arm sat on the ground and said painfully:

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

Familiar nouns make Thales and Cohen's thoughts move.

Leyoke thought a little:

"Of course, we won."

"Yes, of course the Brotherhood won," Mertesa shuddered and pulled his empty sleeve.

"But I lost."

Words of hatred flowed from the teeth of the man with the broken arm. He took a deep breath and turned away from looking at them.

Leyok was silent.

"They say you are missing."

Mertesa snorted coldly:

"Yes, I am missing."

"Damn red headscarves, and their **** big explosion-I was under the rubble for three days, but the steel skins of the patrol dug me out, and I woke up in jail, not missing That's it."

Big explosion.

Thales looked at Mertesar's broken right arm in a mixed mood.

"They all said it was a miracle that I could survive, but look at this..."

Mertesa sneered and shook his empty sleeves:

"A gangster becomes like this, is there any difference between being dead?"

Leyoke raised his head and exhaled from his nose, knowing nothing.

Mertesar gasped in resentment, and the others were silent for a while.

"Mertesar, what's the matter here?" Leyoke said again.

His tone became calmer.

"What's wrong?" But Mertesar's words were very rude.

Leyoke raised his head and saw the people around him either stalking behind the wall or hiding by the crack in the door, looking at them timidly:

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

Mertesa interrupted him impatiently:

"Don't you know? Are you not that Morris? How could you not know?"

"I just kill people," Lyok lowered his head.

"Regardless of beggars."

Mertesa sneered disdainfully, and the Yin and Yang became strange:

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

Leyoke sighed.

In the next second, Quiet Killer looked cold and moved his arm!

Boom!

In Mertesar's scream, Leyok slammed his left arm back and pressed the opponent's face to the ground.

"Listen, Mertesar, I'm polite to you, not because of your round butt."

The quiet killer pulled out the blade at his waist with the other hand, coldly said:

"I am also not interested in your broken arm and your shit."

"Now, answer my question, or I can make you symmetrical on both sides."

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

"Hahahaha," Mertesa seemed to be a hard bone. Although the pain was unbearable, he looked back at Leyoke bitterly, and two words popped between his teeth:

"Fuck you."

Leyoke's expression was cold and he pressed Mertesa's face into the soil.

Just now.

"Murdy?"

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

Mertesa trembled!

"Murdy? Where are you?"

Everyone saw an old woman with a rickety figure walking out of the door tremblingly, leaning on a branch.

She tried to stretch her hands into the void, her eyes confused, her eyes were all abnormally pale.

"Mody, I can't find our cauldron anymore. The one with less rust and only two gaps... I'm afraid it was stolen by the sixth house again..."

The sixth house.

Thales was in a trance.

Until the tree branch of the old woman called him back to reality. .

"Mom, go back!"

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

"just now!"

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

Thales also changed his expression when he saw the old woman.

"But we still have to fill water for cooking, there is no container..." The old woman with white eyes stretched out her hand in doubt, turned her head here, and listened carefully:

"Murdy? What are you doing, who is with you—"

The old woman's words stagnated.

"Damn it."

She turned her pale eyes to Lyok's direction, and her face was cold.

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

"We have no money."

Mertesa struggled even harder, but he could not resist in front of Leyoke after losing an arm.

And Leyoke just looked at the old woman in front of him suspiciously.

"Look at Merdy. Not only did he lose his right hand, but he was not very agile on the right side of his body," the old woman sighed.

"How else can I make money?"

"You can't get anything."

Leyok was silent.

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

"Damn it, mother!"

Mert Shah was full of humiliation:

"Shut up and go back to the house!"

But the old woman turned a deaf ear to Mertesar's words, and calmly said to Lyok's direction:

"If this doesn't stop you guys."

"My old lady has a little friendship with people in the fraternity, and Merdy is also a member of the fraternity. If you see blood, the scene will be ugly."

A few seconds later, Leyoke quietly put away his weapon and released Mertesa.

He looked at the old woman, his tone improved a lot:

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

"Blind? Ha!" The old woman opened her wide eyes, as if she had heard some big joke:

"My ears are so good that you can hear four of you-three of them are armed."

The words of the old woman paused.

"Wait, you know my name... So, are you some kid in the club?"

Leyoke sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm just passing by," Leyoke stared at the blind old woman Beth, and bowed her head in disappointment.

"Look at old friends by the way."

But the old woman named Bess ignored him, but asked her son:

"Murdy?"

"I'm okay, mother!" Mertesa, who was relieved, sat on the ground, gasping angrily:

"I said, you **** hurry back to me!"

The old woman sneered.

"Maybe I'm not your real mother, Merdy, maybe I still have to rely on you to remind me now so that I won't trip over the steps."

In the next second, Beth's branch hit the ground fiercely, 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 bit who could only cry, so you **** fucking cubs give me the **** ——Be respectful!"

The old woman's fierce roar made people tremble.

Mertesa rubbed his forehead painfully, helpless and uncomfortable.

"Ahhhhh..."

Mertesa gave up the desire to talk back to his mother and sighed:

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

Thales and others looked at each other.

"That's good, that's good," Beth responded to the old woman's unique weakness. She crouched up and murmured and turned around: "Brotherhood, brotherhood, ha."

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

"Mom!" Mertesa began to roar again.

Beth snorted and stretched out the branches to explore the way:

"Then you guys remember the old, after all, this may be the last side."

"The last side? What?"

Leyok glanced at Mertesa's disabled body:

"He has a terminal illness?"

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

"If you enter the Brotherhood, you won't live long."

Lyyok stared at Beth steadily.

"Mom!" This was the first few times Mertesa yelled.

But at the same time, there was another voice:

"Old woman!"

Beth's figure paused.

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

"At most fifteen years old."

Thales stepped forward and stared at the old woman:

"You said, your name is Beth?"

The blind old woman turned her head and sniffed in Thales's direction:

"The smell of extravagance, but some familiar feeling, with a little powdery smell, why, just came back from Hongfang Street?"

But Thales ignored her.

"You said you are from the Brotherhood," Thales stared at Beth's face firmly:

"Why have I never heard of you?"

Beth opened her mouth and smiled dumbly.

"Maybe because you haven't got any hair underneath?"

Glover and Cohen looked strange.

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

"And your little chicken is as soft as a caterpillar and can't be hard by itself?"

"You rude bastard?"

Mertesa said painfully:

"Mom! Enough!"

Beth snorted coldly, her white eyes lacking expression, but she made her spine chill.

"Little boy, go to Morris in this block and ask him: Have you ever heard of Beth, the Black Widow!"

"Ask the other ungrateful cubs in the Brotherhood, how many people have not been spanked by me!"

Thales was silent.

"That's it."

He quietly looked at Beth's face, looking for memories that flashed by when he was young, and grinned:

"Thank you, I will remember."

"Mother Bess."

Thales repeated Leyoke's name.

"It's better not," the old woman said coldly, without sympathy:

"Old lady, I would rather be clean."

She slowly but skillfully stepped across the dirt pit on the ground and disappeared behind the wall, leaving only a brutal voice:

"Murdy, don't forget the pot!"

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

When he first time, remember the moments of this world.

[Look at you, kid, cry, damn, why don’t you cry... Don’t be a silly... No, it’s better to be a silly, I’m relieved...]

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

[You have to call me Mother Bess, Mother, you know? Even if your future is very promising, I am the one who raised you! Little **** of the evil gods, may the gods accept you sooner and cause less trouble...]

At that time, Mother Beth's face was full of disgust, but there was a trace of awe.

[Well, Thales, this is your name... Don’t worry, I know it doesn’t sound good, but this is not what I took... It doesn’t matter, raise you to a sufficient age, and I will be relieved and save nightmares... …】

At that time, the fraternity nursery nest was dark, narrow, damp and crude.

[Okay, you can take him away quickly, I don’t want to see him again in my life... Why? Haha, you don't believe me when I said it, but ah, he is destined to cause trouble...]

[A monster born by a monster...]

At that moment, Thales opened his eyes and buried all the fragments of clarity or vagueness in his heart.

There is one more chapter, which can be finished around 12:30.

(End of this chapter)