Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 600 The Greatest Knight (Part 2)

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

Lyok looked at the direction Beth was disappearing, with a complicated expression:

"In the past few years, you and Mother Bess have both lived here?"

Mertesa snorted coldly.

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

"That's what mom meant!"

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

"Like this, we may not live well."

"But we can survive."

He stood up straight and stared at Lyok, jealous and hateful:

"Not like you."

Leyok was silent for a while:

"I remember, you were with Roda."

Mertesar laughed, his laughter filled with spite.

"Of course! Roda! Iron-hearted Roda!"

"But hey, look at me," Mertesa turned around laboriously, showing his broken arm, unwillingly:

"He doesn't need waste."

"And you think, for so many years, apart from big darlings like you, Cone and Thunder Axe, how many of us called the'Thirteen Generals' back then? How many?"

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

"Count the days, quiet killer," Mertesa snorted and shook his head.

"It's not long anyway."

The two old acquaintances of the Brotherhood were silently facing each other, speechless for a while.

"Mertesar, right."

Thales stepped forward in a deep voice:

"What happened to the abandoned house in recent years?"

Mertesar glanced at Thales.

"What kind of battle is this again," the man looked at Lyok with disdain.

"Who are these three? Your new lover?"

Leyoke's face was cold, and his arm touched the handle of the knife again.

But Thales coughed.

"Look, Mertesa, people are watching us."

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

"So, the longer you stay with us, the more people who **** your pot-the sixth house, right-will be curious about what we talked to you, or..."

Thales smiled:

"How much did you give away?"

Mertesa's complexion changed:

"Pooh!"

Mertesar hated and said:

"You must be the **** under Morris, cunning like him."

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

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

"What happened to the abandoned house?"

Mertesar snorted twice and looked at Leyoke and the other two big men before speaking unconvincedly:

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

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

"Fuck."

No one else spoke.

"In short, when we hacked people on Hongfang Street that day, something happened to the abandoned house."

"Rhoda's son took care of this place, but the waste drank too much and killed a lot of beggars, and the rest ran away..."

Drank too much and killed a lot of beggars...

Thales listened to the story quietly, expressionless.

It seems that it is the story of someone else's family.

Leyoke narrowed his eyes:

"Quide."

"I remember that trash, and I remember it."

Mertesa nodded, unhappy:

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

Thales unconsciously raised his hand and pressed the scar on his chest.

"But the worst thing is that the guy's Lao Tzu is my ex-boss-Rhoda smashed the Sunset Bar for the sake of beggars. I heard that he also gave his son a deputy who was in charge of the abandoned house. Got a drink."

Thales frowned.

Mertesa shrugged:

"I know Rhoda—trust me, this is indeed something he can do."

Leyoke remained silent:

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

Mertesa dismissed his voice:

"Resolve a fart."

He looked at Leyoke angrily:

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

Mertesa looked back at the homeless people around:

"There is a precedent. If something happens to the beggar, it is to slap Morris in the face, and he must ask you to settle the account;"

"Even if the beggar takes care of it, it's even worse-Roda is thinking about his son. If you know you are in charge of the beggar, you will definitely see it not pleasing to your eyes;"

"Maybe, there will be a few restless people out of the beggar, like Quaid, and wipe your throat while you are drunk..."

Mertesar smiled sarcastically, somewhat self-defeatingly:

"If you do this, the only people who are willing to come to the abandoned house are the old, weak, sick, and disabled!"

"Mertesar," Leyok hesitated for a moment.

"you……"

Mertesar snorted, his tone full of pain and disdain:

"Do you know what is more interesting? Rhoda has always thought that the murderer of his son was not caught, so he let me stay here, waiting for the beggar to return to the snare-look, how good the reason is, a discard Good excuse for rubbish!"

He almost yelled the last sentence.

Cast yourself into the net.

Thales raised his head subconsciously and looked at Mertesa again.

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

"You see, people like us...Hey, the slinger is a fool, and he opens the door at dawn and locks the door in dark. When he comes and goes, the beggars gradually become lazy and lazy, and they ran a lot. There is no more oil and water."

Mertesa said dullly:

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

Cohen, who had been listening carefully, couldn't help it anymore. He took a step forward:

"So what about the beggars in the abandoned house? Fewer?"

Mertesar watched Cohen's standard army stance warily:

"Which are you?"

Cohen was anxious: "I—"

"Rookie from the Brotherhood," Thales pushed Cohen back without changing his face.

"Retired from the army--and then?"

Mertesar looked at Cohen suspiciously.

"The Brotherhood has really grown in and out," he hummed softly:

"In the past, the soldiers who served in the military were only willing to go to the blood bottle gang."

"Mertesar." Leyoke reminded in a deep voice.

Mertesa waved uncomfortably.

"After that, I don't know what's going on, the city hall is watching here."

As soon as this remark came out, whether Leyoke, Thales or Cohen, the three of them all were taken aback:

"town Hall?"

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong," Mertesa said listlessly.

"Every once in a while, the official team is mighty, from green leather, blue leather to steel leather, they will come to the abandoned houses to make surprise attacks, in the name of cracking down on human trafficking and banning child labor gangs."

"At the most exaggerated time, the beggars in the abandoned house are evacuated once a week to avoid inspection. That is a mess, and even business in other places has been affected."

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

"Oh, I remember, there were several sweeps..."

But Thales pinched him and asked in a deep voice:

"why?"

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

"I have a friend who lives in Qingpi's nest. He said that they don't want to come here to do this kind of flower work without oil and water, and the Qingpis don't want to."

"But the order was sent from someone higher up, and they have no choice but to obey it even if they do it."

Leyoke was still puzzled, Cohen was also puzzled, and Glover watched indifferently.

Only Thales, he stood on the side in a daze, his mind confused.

The city hall is eyeing here...

The order was sent from someone above...

Thales clenched his fists subconsciously.

If you say so...

He clenched his teeth, resisting the gratitude that surged from his chest.

Thank you, Gilbert.

"That's why the abandoned house was so messed up. It was not enough to make ends meet, and the gain was not worth the loss. Boss Morris decided: to tear down the fence of the abandoned house, release the beggars, and disperse them into the hands of the various gangs. , A tuft here, a circle there-it's better than being caught off the net some day."

Mertesa's face darkened, and then he mocked:

"As soon as the beggar is gone, we useless people...haha, isn't it even more useless?"

Leyoke was silent.

Cohen didn't care about the other party's mood, he took an anxious step forward:

"So, the beggars of the Brotherhood are no longer kept in abandoned houses?"

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

Mertesar looked up at Cohen, his eyes circled on the hilt of the opponent's sword, a little puzzled, but still replied:

"more than."

Mertesar tightened his empty right sleeve and sneered lightly:

"Brotherhood, there have been no beggars long ago."

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

"What do you mean?" Cohen reacted the most, his eyes widened:

"Nothing? Why?"

Mertesa sneered:

"Because I can't afford it."

Leyoke took his gaze away from the surrounding poor:

"Why can't you support it?"

Mertesa stared at him:

"Why, you have followed Morris for so long, don't you know? He didn't tell you when he **** your ass?"

Leyoke let out a breath, unbearably he pressed his hand on the hilt again.

But Thales is faster than him.

"Mertesar, do you know what this is?"

Thales smiled and stretched out a fist.

Mertesar took a sip on the ground:

"Ha, Zaozhuang, I hope your fists can be harder than the stuff below you."

But Thales didn't think he was disgusted, and still held his fist firmly.

"What I hold now is a silver coin."

"It is engraved with the head of a certain king and a line of words."

Mertesa frowned.

Thales pointed to the broken house behind him, gently and honestly:

"Ten seconds later, I will throw it into the yard where you live with your mother-and it will make a crisp metal sound, let everyone else here know."

Mertesa's face changed.

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

Thales pointed to the tramps who looked curiously in the distance, smiling undiminished:

"Now, I'll ask again: Why can't the gangs support beggars?"

Mertesa stared at him angrily.

"I've been living in an abandoned house, and I don't know exactly," Mertesar changed his words angrily when Thales closed his fist and made a throwing gesture:

"But people on the street say that in recent years..."

"There is a newcomer in Qingpiwo."

Thales was taken aback:

"Rookie?"

"Yeah, people call him..."

Mertesa is indifferent:

"Stupid police officer."

At that second, everyone was stunned.

All eyes were on the same person.

Mertesar didn't care about their abnormalities, and said to himself:

"Everyone on the street says that guy has a bad brain, but he has plenty of energy."

"I heard that he went to the streets to engage in troubles every two days, especially the beggar gangs who were'cared for'. He was always in jail at every turn. Even when he saw his children helping their parents set up a stall, he would rush to interrogate them all day--even the beggars. Bother him."

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

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

"There are a few gangs who want to knock him out of sap or something, but that green-skinned cub... is so **** capable of hitting him. Several times he has a bruised face, swollen head and bloodshed, and the road is unsteady, just like a okay person. Patrol the streets."

Mertesar shook his head lightly:

"There are still people who want to go the way inside Qingpi, pour dirty water, stuff black money or something, but how to say, that cub, his brain is really lacking and broken, the whole person is a bad pen, no oil and salt."

"In the past few years, he has been complained, reprimanded, punished, suspended, detained, and he is still ignorant after he has eaten so many times. Run into the street! Doing things endlessly!"

"I heard that a few gangs fainted and decided to kill people, but there is no more information. I guess they were stopped-what a joke, you know that you are going to kill Qingpi in Yongxing City. You are really a vegetarian. What?"

Mertesar said with a smile, as if talking about a joke after a meal.

Glover looked at Cohn in surprise, and Leyoke frowned.

But Cohen stared at Mertesa blankly, losing his senses and breathing disorder.

Thales had to bump his arm.

"In the past few years, the subordinates of the Brotherhood and the eight or nine gangs responsible for watching beggars were all about to cry. They were all miserable. It was hard to even go to the streets to do business, let alone make money."

Cohen swallowed hard.

"Such gangs either can't afford to eat, they are separated, or they fall into the hands of that idiot Qingpi, go in and squat in, or switch to other business: work in Xichengmen to accompany outsiders, stare at Hongfang Street. Is it not more popular for a prostitute to engage in fat sheep than raising a kid to beg for money, behave, and run errands?

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

"so now……"

It was Cohen who was talking, his lips trembling, his voice tense:

"just now……"

"Yes," Mertesar's tone fell.

"Now, with so many streets in the radius, no one is struggling to raise beggars in captivity anymore-at least what I know is gone, thanks to that idiot Qingpi."

"The beggars you meet now either go to the streets and run wild, or work for the parents at home. You have to be on guard, in case that stupid police officer comes to shop again someday-brother you What's up? Why are you crying?"

Mertesar looked at Cohen with his chest rising and falling suspiciously.

Cohen closed his eyes and waved his hand.

He turned his head to the side to prevent others from seeing his face, only his shoulders were shaking slightly.

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

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

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

Glover handed out a handkerchief blankly, Cohen pulled it over, and started blowing his nose without saying anything.

Mertesar put on an expression of looking at a fool, frowned and looked at Cohen.

"and many more."

Leyoke was unwilling to say:

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

Mertesa chuckled slightly.

"The ghost knows, but it's all about it, so he secretly stuffed the beggars some money to work, run errands, touch the sheep, let the wind, spread the letter, etc..."

Mertesa said, his expression was not angry:

"That's right. In recent years, you have obtained a large number of sites on Red Square Street from the blood bottle gang. There are not enough people to collect protection fees on these new territories. Who cares about beggars..."

"Before, the Brotherhood was so crushed by the blood bottle gang that they couldn't lift their heads, but now, look at you, the awe-inspiring boss Leyok, who beat the red bandanas around their heads. People who want to join the Brotherhood are lining up. It's too late!"

Mertesar laughed, and the laughter was sad:

"Who the **** has time to take care of our stale waste-who the **** cares!"

The air was filled with Mertesar's crazy laugh, and Leyoke remained silent for a long time.

Mertesar laughed enough, he quieted down:

"Now, who has the problem?"

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

Thales removed his gaze from his sleeve and stopped talking.

Lyok looked at him deeply and shook his head.

"Very well," Mertesa bowed hard, sarcastically:

"Now forgive me for my absence, gentlemen."

After speaking, he turned around and limped in the direction of Beth.

Leyok looked at his back and the empty sleeves quietly.

"You won't go to the sixth house?"

The Quiet Killer suddenly said:

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

Mertesar sneered without looking back.

"The one who lives there is another group of fraternal thugs, although they are disabled or sick," Mertesa pressed his severed arm, his voice lost:

"But they are crowded."

Lyok trembles slightly.

The sound of Mertesar's footsteps fell together and gradually faded away.

"Mertesar, wait!"

Leyok sighed, walked up, and handed out a purse:

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

Mertesa took the purse subconsciously.

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

"Morris Morris Morris!"

"Can you **** stop talking about other people's names all day long! You are a person!"

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

"And he is not your father!"

Mertesa's fierce reaction shocked everyone.

Leyoke stared at the money bag on the ground and took a deep breath:

"Listen to me, Boss Morris, he is different from Rhoda..."

"It's not like you are paralyzed!"

Mertesar roared:

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

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

"This is the so-called'come out,'" Glover didn't know what he thought of, he looked at Mertesar's back and said quietly:

"All dignity is vain."

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

"No, I... I actually think... the other person is pretty good... woo..."

Only Leyoke didn't say a word. He looked at the back of his old acquaintance from a distance and closed his eyes.

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

"This is how he ended up-even the previous thirteen generals."

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

"What would you do?"

Leyoke opened his eyes, killing intently: "I don't know."

"But it's definitely not following you, majesty."

Thales gave a chuckle.

But then he turned around and looked at the silly big guy who was crying and making a mess.

"So, Cohen."

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

"The Brotherhood...there are no more beggars."

The police officer trembled.

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

"Thanks to someone who is persistent and stupid—the stupid police officer."

Cohen whimpered heavily.

He lowered his arms and randomly threw his handkerchief back to Glover, who was full of disgust.

"I don't know, Your Highness, wow, I mean," Cohen's eyes were flushed, and he sniffed, saying sincerely:

"Wow!"

Thales smiled.

"Although it's complicated and dramatic, but..."

"Those beggars who escaped, come to clean up the abandoned town hall, the most important thing is you, your efforts, Cohen..."

Cohen breathed desperately, feeling the blockage in his chest, looking at the prince gratefully.

"They did change something."

With infinite emotion, Thales stepped forward and sighed with emotion:

"They are useful."

"Even if... there is only one sword."

Cohen swallowed his sore throat hard, feeling complicated:

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

He buried his face in his hands again.

Glover sighed and took out another clean handkerchief.

"Do you remember, Cohen," Thales knew how the guard was feeling at the moment, but he was gradually lost in thought:

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

Cohen looked up suspiciously.

"You said, I saved the world."

Thales is faint and authentic, as if returning to the winter six years ago:

"I didn't understand at the time, but..."

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

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

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

"Our efforts..."

"It did save the world."

Thales stepped over everyone, curling up his mouth from an angle no one could see:

"Thank you, Cohen."

Glover followed Thales and bumped Cohen in a daze.

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

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

"No, Cohen," Thales took the lead and walked towards the exit of the abandoned house where there were no more iron locks. "There are only dull fools."

"You can become a hero."

Cohen paused slightly.

Just now.

"Speak up without shame."

Leyoke straightened up, picked up the purse that Mertesar had lost, and said coldly:

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

"Their situation will only get worse."

Leyoke squeezed the purse tightly, with a trace of pain on his face:

"It's still the same in the end, becoming someone like us."

"You are far from success."

Cohen frowned.

Glover snorted and turned his mouth in Mertesa's direction:

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

At that second, Leyoke's arm suddenly appeared.

"You are right," Thales suddenly took the subject:

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

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

Thales looked dark:

"Even, we will never succeed-even if we try our best, throughout our life, even thousands of years later, our offspring, the offspring of our offspring, will not succeed."

Leyoke sneered coldly.

But it was Cohen who replied.

"But so what?"

Everyone turned their heads and looked strangely at the police officer who was speaking.

"It won't succeed—that's the point of this, isn't it."

Glover gave a startle, and Leyoke frowned.

"Because it can't be done," Cohen breathed in a daze, clenching his fists.

"Persisting in doing it makes more sense."

He reacted, raised his head embarrassedly, and looked at the others carefully:

"Right?"

Leyoke's brows tightened.

Thales laughed.

Laughed very cheerfully.

"Well said, Cohen."

Thales lamented:

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

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

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

Thales shook his head.

"Do not."

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

"His name..."

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

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

"Don Quixote."

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

Only Thales was still smiling.

"Um... I didn't do well in school when I was young, can I ask, who is he?" Cohen asked carefully.

Thales was silent for a moment.

"He is a knight, a knight who is determined to charge towards the most impossible goal."

Glover and Cohen were shocked.

The prince raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion:

"But he is still charging."

"Even if he..."

"Never succeed."

The next second, Leyoke suddenly took a deep breath!

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

Thales and others were all startled.

"I have something else," Leyoke parted ways with them without looking back amidst the clinking of the coins and the clamor of people:

"You go around by yourself, the Brotherhood has said hello, no one dares to trouble you."

Thales frowned:

"That's not the way out."

"I know." Lyyoke replied coldly, leaving them a distant back.

But Thales laughed.

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

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

"No," Thales shook his head:

"He's lost."

what?

Cohen looked at Leyoke in the distance and touched the back of his head in confusion.

"Are we going to follow him, Your Highness, it's safer to have him." Glover stared around cautiously.

"No," Thales suddenly felt very happy, he looked at the most familiar road before:

"We are not going back."

Glover suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Then where are we going?" Cohen asked stupidly: "I recommend the Westside Security Department..."

Thales shook his head, his eyes firm:

"Fuxing Palace."

Glover frowned:

"What to do?"

Thales stopped, he turned a direction and looked straight at the horizon.

Glover's heart shuddered.

He knew: That was the direction of Fuxing Palace.

Thales took a deep breath and exhaled slowly:

"charge."

Okay, feel free to do it, anyway, I really don't have a single drop.

(End of this chapter)