MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 672 not enough

   Chapter 672 Not Enough

   "I have to say, your spirit is commendable, Miss," Thales was dragged forward by Shi Lai and turned around a street, "But please, be realistic: we are just two of us, how do we chase?"

   "Let's go to a higher place first, the view will be better." Shi Lai shook his head solemnly, obviously unwilling to give up.

   Height? Better vision?

   Thales' expression is subtle:

   Well, what else can he do?

Soon, Shi Lai skillfully squeezed past a group of shouting hawkers, turned into a stone arch, and then came to the outside of a large four-story house, stomping on the outer ladder to the top floor, unceremoniously lifting it. The hand knocked on the first door: bang bang bang!

   "Wait—who?"

As soon as   Xile heard the sound from the room, he shook his head and walked forward, knocking on the next door.

   Thales' complexion changed, he looked worriedly at the knocked door, and followed the girl nervously: "What are you doing?"

   But Xi Lai ignored him, and didn't have any self-consciousness to affect the lives of others. She just walked forward on her own, knocking on doors and receiving responses from countless guests, men and women:

   "Don't knock, the door is unlocked!"

   "Ah shit, my husband must be back! Hurry up and hide in the closet!"

   "Fuck off!"

   "If it's the landlord, say I'm not here! Say the rent must be paid next week!"

   "Did Dad come back? If so, Mom said I can't open the door, and I can't tell you she's playing games with Uncle Abby in the room!"

   "snoring~snoring~snoring~"

   "Come, come, wait for me..."

   "Grandma said, I can't open the door when she's not here! Because the water ghouls will come to catch the child!"

   "Damn it! It might be the vigilante, hurry up, stop smoking you son of a bitch, and quickly pour the goods down the toilet..."

   "Don't open the door, hurry up and finish it first! My mother is billed per view, so pulling it out is counted twice!"

  These miscellaneous responses from behind the door made Thales' expression change again and again, but Hillary ignored it and walked to the next room when she heard a sound from behind the door.

   Thales is inexplicable:

   "S-Wyana, what are you doing? Who are you looking for?"

   "No one." Sheila answered nonchalantly, knocking on the next door.

  This time, there was no echo from behind the door.

   Xilai's eyes lit up, she took a half step back, and the next second, she lifted her skirt and kicked her legs, kicking open the door that was only tied with a rope without any burden.

  Telston was surprised.

  This is—what?

   "This is a short-term rental house in the Goddess District. It is close to the new suburbs. It is a relatively tall house nearby - of course, it is illegal construction, but the landlord has paid enough fines."

  Xile walked into this humble little room and motioned Thales to close the door:

"The people who live here are basically workers from all walks of life and foreigners. During the festival, they either have no money and can only play at home, or they have to go to the streets to find work, and won't be back in a short time - don't worry, we'll only stay for a while, and It's not free use, and homeowners will be happy."

  Xile took out a few copper coins and slapped them on the uneven table.

   Faced with all this, Thales couldn't react a little, he was stunned:

   "How do you know—no, you, how could you be so skilled?"

   "My last name is Kevin Deere." Sheila lifted a dusty skirt, pushed open a small door, and found a utility room inside, "This city belongs to us.."

   "Thank you for your well-founded and persuasive answer," Thales sneered, "reminds me of my surname, Jinxing."

  Thales nervously and cautiously opened the window, stretched his head out laboriously, and looked at the main street of Emerald City:

   "Okay, we're up there, the view is really good, and we can vaguely see the hair salon, but basically I can't see anything, how do you find Slimani - hey, what are you doing?"

   Thales turned around and saw Hillary squeezed into the utility room,

   "Do **** things," Sheila smiled mysteriously at him, "Go and change a menstrual cloth."

   "At this time? Really?"

   answered him with a crisp closing sound.

   Thales blinked: what?

   "Guard the door, don't peek!"

   Miss Kevin Deere's voice came from the utility room:

   "Or eavesdrop!"

   "I thought we were here for business!" Thales said angrily.

   "Then do your business!"

  Damn, I knew she was unreliable…

   Thales spread his hands in disbelief.

   Might as well put Mallos in charge, even at the risk of letting Jenn know.

   But well, it's up to me now.

   took another look at the utility room, Thales had no choice but to put his head again in front of the window that was too small to look at the street.

   Go up to a high place.

  High…

   After a few seconds, he sighed.

   No, it's too far to see anything.

   And Xi Lai, that eldest lady is so unreliable.

   Thales clenched his fists.

   But if he gave up here...he would never find Slimani.

And if he can't find Slimani, who is in charge of defending the case, he still doesn't know why the wool merchant Diop was silenced, why the wine merchant Dagori went to the former, and he still doesn't know how these things happened. Involved in the political struggle in the Emerald City, I don't know how many times Jenn and Mi Ke have fought back and forth on such a chessboard, but they can only continue to be kept in the dark, blind people touching elephants...

   Let King Kessel take advantage of it.

   Thales subconsciously held the bone ring in his pocket.

  【Then you can only always be a chess piece and struggle to get rid of it. ]—The voice in his heart whispered.

   Thales became more and more irritable the more he thought about it.

  No, Thales, you have to calm down.

   He pressed the window frame and shook his head to encourage himself: Do the little things in front of you first.

  What we can do.

   First of all, it didn't take long, Srimani must not have gone far.

   He had to write down the surrounding road conditions and go back and tell Mallos.

  The captain of his personal guard must be able to make a careful plan, at least know where the clues were disconnected, and where to pick them up and continue to track down.

   Thales sighed and squinted down the crisscrossing streets, calling out the sin of the Hell River.

   Familiar feeling Shirai, the senses of **** are activated, making the pictures and sounds in the distance clear:

   "Cluster of fireworks! It's a must for celebration! The stall owner has changed his career. On the last day, he cleared the warehouse and sold it at a loss!"

   "Damn, your fireworks stall has been here for ten years, has it been? Every day is the 'last day'!"

   "Today is really the last day!"

  After strengthening his vision and hearing, Thales could see a street intersection in the distance, which, as always, was very lively and bustling during the celebration.

   "The Yeti Circus from Far Ambria, the East Coast Tour is on sale! Exotic style from the thorny land..."

"Brothers, "The End of the Sea is Your Home", ready to sing! La la la, haha, the End of the Sea is your home, go back and sail to meet it! The ship's sail is broken, the compass is broken, and the reefs are full of pirates. The sea, the pirates, the hair! Hahaha, la la la, the girl curses you to break the mast, the waves are high and the rudder collapses! The emperor beckons, prince smiles, may you accompany him! Accompany, accompany him!"

   "Fuck this bunch of warrier **** sailors, big guy, give one back: "The Robbery of a Commas", get ready, sing!"

   "Rickshaw rickshaw! Two coppers in three blocks! Where to go? Talk!"

"Local interpreter service! Take you all over the Emerald City! Travel and business to learn foreign languages, a small silver coin a day! High quality, large quantity, good attitude, I guarantee you will be satisfied when you come back! Thorns, Common language, Elf, Dwarf, Near Eastern, Prairie, Far Eastern, Orc Language! Except for the ancient imperial language, all Sakurai!"

Thales calmed down and carefully searched for a figure, but the Emerald Celebration was crowded with people. People came and went just at this street intersection. This person came to the next person before he could see it clearly. This person just came to that person. gone again.

   He couldn't see that far, couldn't see that much, couldn't even recognize or remember the road in this unfamiliar neighborhood.

   Not to mention finding the trail of Slimani.

How to do?

  【Not enough. 】

   Thales frowned.

  【Not enough】

   The voice in his heart whispered to him: [Not enough, you are not working hard enough, Thales. 】

  【The price paid is not enough, not big enough. 】

  【So you can't find Srimani. 】

  【I can't find my way out of the chess game either. 】

  【You can't become a strong man who decides your own destiny. 】

   Thales frowned more and more tightly.

   Strong.

   Strong?

etc!

   Looking at the street in the distance, Thales suddenly thought.

  Think about it, Thales, think about when you were in Longxiaocheng, when you fought against Giza...

   Heijian, the human powerhouse he has ever seen, how did he meticulously detect the surroundings and detect information?

   is vibration.

   Thales remembered.

  Black Sword, and the crime of Hell River of Black Sword, what they detect is vibration.

   Even if it is thousands of miles away, even if it is a faint mosquito.

   Thales thought together, and the crime of Hell River reacted, gathering together as if conscious, scorching hot.

   Just like the black sword of the past.

   But he can't just be a copy of the Black Sword.

   Thales remembered the words of the leader of the Sword of Calamity - he can't follow the crowd, he must have something of his own.

   After all, he is not a black sword.

   What he has is not vibration perception, but…

   Hell Senses.

   Thales' eyes lit up.

   In the next second, the sin of the Hell River in his body began to heat up, and the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer. Two, three, four...more and more streets entered his field of vision.

   It's like the senses of **** have been more than doubled.

but…

  【Not enough. 】

   The voice in his heart is still ruthless, still reminding him coldly: [Only these are not enough. 】

   Thales clenched his teeth.

   Sin of Hell River seems to have heard his voice, and it runs faster and faster.

   Thales tried to concentrate and observed the street in the distance.

   Now, standing behind the window of this humble room, he can hear sounds from any direction, see details from any angle, and find out the current situation of any street...

but…

  【Not enough. 】

   The voice in my heart became more and more indifferent:

  【You need to pay more. 】

【More! 】

  【To see everything. 】

  【Hold everything in your hands. 】

  【Make everything work for you. 】

   Thales' breathing accelerated, like the end power in his body, almost giving him the illusion that he was on fire.

  To see everything in full view?

everything.

everything…

  A second figure appeared in front of Thales.

   He looked at the figure, and in his memories, he fought eight against eight, dodging and walking around, taking control of all the details in all directions and turning it into a thousand troops in his palm.

  Imanu Sackel.

   Punishment Knight.

   Thales' breathing stagnated.

  What, Sackel, how did he do it?

  【Not enough. 】

  The Sin of Hell River became hotter and hotter, with a stinging burning sensation that seemed to change from boiling water to flame.

   It splattered and exploded in the body, a little here, an inch there.

   Like Sackel.

  【Not enough. 】

   In the next second, the senses of **** changed again.

   Thales moved his eyes, and there was suspicion in his heart.

  Time, time seems to be slowing down again?

   He turned his head and saw the fireworks peddler. He could see the other party pushing the cart, shouting and moving forward.

   At this speed, he will reach the corner in about five seconds.

   Thales turned his head again: a messenger running in a hurry on the street can enter the next street in about two seconds.

The prince    didn't stop his gaze: an aunt with two baskets of vegetables was about to turn around and enter the blind spot of his invisible vision.

   But at this speed, after ten seconds, she will reappear from the other side of the house and return to her line of sight.

   There are also two children by the canal, they are about to run over the canal bridge, no, listen to the sound, they are slowing down, it will take three seconds to get on the bridge.

  The crime of Hell River continued to burn, and the burning became more and more intense, the burning sensation changed from occasional tingling to constant pain.

   Thales let out a low groan.

but…

  【Not enough. 】

   Thales clenched his fists.

Without a mirror, he didn't know that his eyeballs were now bloodshot, but Thales felt that as his eyes scanned faster and faster, more and more people entered his senses, giving him different positions and speeds. , acceleration, motion trajectory...

   Although there are not enough details, although there will be many accidents on the way - such as that fireworks vendor may be stopped by customers to shop, such as that anxious messenger may speed up, such as those two children may fall on the way...

but…

  【Not enough. 】

   In the slowing time and the burning pain, Thales slowly turned to the direction of the hair salon.

  From just now, starting from the shaving shop, with Slimani's pace... No, maybe a little faster, plus Slimani's possible mentality, he may not take the road...

  Then the direction, distance and range he might go to is…

   Thales turned his head back and forth expressionlessly, moving his eyes.

Centering on the shaving shop, along different streets and roads, he quickly delineated three areas where he couldn't see them. In such a short period of time, Slimani most likely escaped to these places. .

  Three areas.

  But...how to confirm?

  How to confirm?

  【Not enough. 】

  Tales suddenly remembered the Prison of Bones—where, Jonah Cannon, the former scout of the Royal Guard, relied on hearing and memory to recognize the footsteps of the Shadow Shield assassin in the dark.

   is just footsteps.

   footsteps.

   is simply amazing.

  【Not enough. 】

Snapped!

   The sins of the Hell River blazed, crackling like a real fire.

   Thales closed his eyes instinctively.

  The power of the end continued to burn, and they flowed into his brain and then to his ears.

   Thales was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly!

boom!

   A loud bang exploded in his ears - Thales covered his ears subconsciously, his expression painful and overwhelmed.

  No, not the ear.

   Rather…

   Thales raised his head with difficulty:

   It was two streets away, the crashing sound of the wheels passing over the ridge, which sounded as terrifying as the explosion of eternal oil to Thales.

  Shoo!

   This is a woman by the river washing clothes.

   Every bristles on the brush is heavily buttoned on the clothes, rubbing every silk thread mercilessly, like countless snow falling from the mountain peaks, which is thrilling.

Wow-

   This is two coachmen arguing about a collision.

   Their tongues slammed between their lips, their vocal cords trembled between their throats, and the air rubbed between their teeth. Every sound was calling for thunder, like a giant roaring, earth-shattering.

Snapped!

   These are some children playing war games with branches.

  The branches collided crisply, and the branches cracked along the texture, but like a deep trench in the earth, extending countlessly, until the land cracked and sank, and the world collapsed at the end of the day.

Ding!

  Dang bang!

  Crack!

  Whoa!

   In an instant, the sound from his line of sight was amplified countless times, with no focus and no omission, as if it happened next to his ears, with a rumbling sound.

   Like endless tinnitus.

   Thales trembled all over, his face pale.

   As the world was spinning, he couldn't hold it any longer and fell to the ground with a thud.

  Ahhhh!

   Thales cried out in pain.

   In just a few seconds, countless noises that were much harsher than before came like a tsunami, constantly stimulating his senses.

  Black Sword…

  Black Sword, how did he do it?

  Although it is different from his own way, but Heijian senses the vibration by relying on the crime of the prison river, and when he detects the blood magician, it must be the same. In an instant, he bears the massive information from all directions and magnified countless times?

   But that guy, how did that guy put up with all this?

  【Not enough. 】

   The voice in his heart reminded him mechanically.

   That's right, soon.

  Be patient.

   Just one more time.

  Thiers thought so, gritted his teeth and stood up tremblingly.

   He has seen around and heard around.

Soon.

   Almost there... Slimani!

   For this reason, he has no time to take care of other things.

  【Not enough. 】

   Thales was short of breath, he urged himself to concentrate, burn the power of the end, tried to focus his auditory senses on the three areas just demarcated, and continued to search for the sound he wanted.

   This time, the crime of Hell River is like an arm, and he seems to be happy to follow his choice.

   is like a beast that has been trapped in a cage for too long, finally breaking free and running freely.

   It was extremely excited, extremely crazy, burning in the body, and the flames crackled.

  【Not enough. 】

   Also at this moment, a thought crossed Thales' heart:

  In the past, the sin of the Hell River in his body was like a mist, a trickle or a gurgling water, thin and fragile.

   But since when did it become a raging flame, inexhaustible, fiery and violent?

when?

  Why, why, as the master and user of the power of the end, didn't he notice?

   But Thales has no time to think about it.

  【Not enough. 】

   In the torment of countless terrifying sounds from three areas, Thales is like a rower struggling to row a boat, trying to discern a clear stream in it:

   Muffled chatting, chaotic arguments, screeching wheels, roaring frolics, dogs barking…

   Fortunately, with patience and habit, and perhaps thanks to years of experience in using the senses of hell, he gradually got used to it.

   He slowly finds order in the chaos, categorizes information and extracts order.

   Not this, not that, no, none of it, what he was looking for was, what...

  【Not enough. 】

   Following Thales' thoughts, the flames of the crime of Hell River moved at the same time, turning consciously!

  Ahhhh!

   At that moment, Thales' expression was distorted to the extreme due to pain.

   This time, they entered the deeper brain, and in addition to bringing more intense burning and pain, they also awakened and connected to Thales' memory:

Not long ago, the rhythm of Slimani's walking, the speed of his steps, the friction between the soles of his feet and the ground, and even the frequency of his breathing, and the sound of his clothes rubbing - these memories were pulled out of the sea of ​​memory, faded and blurred. , becoming clearer and clearer, becoming a standard unmistakable, as in front of the sound template.

   Thales closed his eyes tightly and frowned.

  In the three areas, look for a template.

   Just one piece.

   Footsteps, breathing, rubbing…

  【Not enough. 】

The crime of the Hell River is boundless, it leads Thales' hearing and memory, and it converges in his mind into a burning bat, flying through the streets and roads he has just observed, accepting countless sounds, observing every sound. A corner, absorbing thousands of details:

  The footsteps of workers, the sound of horses’ hooves falling to the ground, the cheers of tourists, the sound of paddles, the sound of sacks mopping the floor, the frolic of children, the roar of guards, the clanging of coins…

   Until the end, the bat's wings fluttered, and a set of familiar sounds echoed in his mind:

   "Damn, get out, get out!"

   Thales is refreshed!

  【Not enough. 】

  The burning bat hovered in the sea of ​​perception, drawing a dynamic picture in front of Thales:

   A man, a man with rapid breathing and scattered steps, is running in the streets in a panic.

   He rammed a few pedestrians who were in the way and let them curse.

   But the man ignored it, just looked back nervously from time to time.

   His luxurious boots echoed strangely in the dirt and urine-stained alleys.

   Until the man stumbled into an alley, tripped over a stone under his feet, and fell hard:

  Plop!

   The next second, Thales suddenly opened his eyes and returned to the humble small room!

enough!

This is it!

Thales turned his head sharply, and the sin of the prison river in his body splashed again, but the prince couldn't control that much. He stepped across the room full of debris in three or two steps, just to see Hillary Kevin Dill pull the sundries away. The small door between the things hurriedly looked at him in a peculiar smell!

   "Go out of the shop, turn left and go straight to the third intersection, then turn right and go straight to the second intersection and turn left to the alley with the stone wall on the left..." Thales said anxiously.

   "The third diagonal alley at the fork of Milton's pawnshop on Regina Street!" Hillary was equally eager.

   The two of them spoke almost at the same time, and were stunned for a moment.

"how do you know?"

   "What is that place?"

   But at that moment, the crime of Hell River was completely extinguished.

   The next second, Thales only felt the stars in his eyes: tired, sleepy, painful, bitter...

   "Uh—" Thales groaned in pain.

   The soreness all over his body hit like a wave, making him unable to control his balance and collapsed.

   "Hey, you, what's wrong with you!"

   Sheila was shocked, and she supported Thales, who was shaky.

   "I, I... meaning, accident, hehe."

   Thales fell into her arms, showing a weak smile.

   Oops, come on, it's the price for the sin of overusing the Hell River.

   Thales panted heavily, only to feel that his lungs were about to burn.

   Damn.

  How come at this time.

  Wait... just now, how could he forget this?

  Why are you so madly urging the crime of Hell River?

   Xilai supported Thales with all his strength and slowly brought him down:

   "You are so heavy... Don't tell me, what beautiful girl did you see again?"

   "Yeah," Thales got used to the pain, trembling all over, trying his best to pretend to be relaxed, "although she doesn't think so."

   Sheila smiled sarcastically:

   "The slick tongue won't help you catch up—uh!"

   She trembled all over and covered her mouth in horror.

   "You, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Only then did Thales notice that Shi Lai's situation didn't seem right.

   At this moment, Xi Lai was dripping with cold sweat and her face was pale.

   Sheila let go and smiled hard:

   "Do you know what I had for breakfast?"

   "No, why?" Thales felt that the world was spinning as soon as he opened his eyes, and he had to close them again.

   "Because we'll find out soon."

   The next second, before Thales could react, Shi Lai threw himself on his chest, vomited uncontrollably with a "wow"!

   Thales was taken aback. He ignored the filth and the unpleasant sour smell in his hands, and hurriedly hugged the soft-hearted Hilley:

   "No, God, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Shi-Wyana? Sister?"

   In a pool of filth, Shi Lai, who had vomited, raised her head feebly and gave him a look.

   "Damn, it's all digested, and I can't see the prototype of the meal."

"Is it the time to care about this?" In the pungent sour smell, Thales moved his buttocks in disgust, trying his best to stay away from the pool of filth, "and I have no interest at all in knowing about your breakfast. What did you eat-"

  Xilee's expression changed, she raised her finger suddenly, motioning Thales to wait a moment.

"what happened again?"

  The girl from the Iris family smiled at him, with a very reluctant smile.

   But in just the next second, Xi Lai became hideous again!

   She slammed onto Thales' chest.

   "Ouch-vomit-vomit!"

   During Hille's second wave of vomiting, Thales, who was already suffering from exhaustion, turned his head in pain.

   He tried hard not to look at the big puddle of — and more and more — food scraps.

   is good, although he doesn't want to know at all, but now Thales can basically be sure:

  There are at least three kinds of vegetables in Miss Hilla's breakfast.

   is still emerald green.

   Vibrant.

   The next chapter is being written. If it goes well, it may be sent in the early morning.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)