Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 102 Ramon (below)

Wye looked at Putile in a puzzled way, but the latter just frowned and waved her hand.

Ramon looked at the prince of the stars in an incomprehensible way.

What is he doing?

Until Taylor smiled, staring at Ramon, licking his forehead.

He slowly opened his mouth:

"Wei Luo said that you are from Wangdu, Yongxingcheng? I turned over the doctors' list in the city hall... Why have you never heard of your name?"

On one side, Putile secretly frowned: Since the prince was admitted, he has been staying in the Judith Hall. When did he go to the City Hall?

Also look at the doctor's roster?

God, the entire king, including the neighboring territories and suburbs, plus a large and small number, but there are hundreds of doctors!

Ramon smiled slyly: "Hey, I only help some poor people to get sick, charge a meager fee...so probably not in the book..."

Tyres frowned slightly, and then smiled.

"Poor people, is it?" The second prince asked unkindly: "Then I guess the place where you visit, probably the lower city?"

He continued to look at Ramon and twitched his forehead.

Ramon nodded unnaturally: "Oh, yes... a lot of poor people live there... I used to be in the second district of the Lower..."

The second prince did not let him down, and Tyres sighed out with a sigh of relief: "I also heard that there is the site of the Black Street Brotherhood?"

Ramon’s breathing was unconscious.

"Although it is not right in front of you... but the lower city is really a gangster." Ramon looked around with vigilance and did not notice that he had already unknowingly answered Taylor's step by step.

Tyles gently turned his finger and stared at Ramon uncomfortably: "Then you said, they - the Black Street Brotherhood is sick if you are sick, will you come, please, dear Ramon What is the doctor's treatment?"

In a word, Thales showed a pure smile from a seven-year-old boy and looked straight at Ramon.

"How is it possible, those gangsters, we can't deal with them." Ramon slammed the subject: "His Royal Highness, IMHO, the gentleman's situation on the bed is not good... not as good as us..."

"Ah, is it," Taylors suddenly showed a happy smile: "But your heart doesn't think so."

Ramon glimpsed.

In my heart?

But Taylor's next sentence made Ramon open his eyes.

"You seem to have helped a lot of fraternity people?" Tyres pressed his hand into the temple, and his hand seemed to be desperately reminiscing.

"Well, a guy with a knife, ah, that guy looks like a pretty sly, that is, he doesn't like talking very much... but gangsters, there are such people who are normal..."

Ramon suddenly looks strange.

Take the knife.

ruthless.

Do not like to talk.

There is a figure in his mind that fits the description.

But how can that little devil...

Taylor stared at him with a playful look:

"What is his name...Ley York?"

"It seems that I am often treated for injury. Looking at this picture, will he not be a killer?"

Ramon looks abrupt.

Killer Ley York.

The 13th General of the Brotherhood, the quiet killer of the enemy and the same as himself - Ramon did not go to the scars of his terrible battles.

But how does he know?

Aside from the Pitlay and others, they face each other.

How is this going?

"I look at the black-decorated room with a still life of a fruit vase on the fireplace..." Tyres closed his eyes and bit his teeth, as if trying to recall:

"Ah, a lot of blood, a knife hurts the left shoulder... God, he hurts to bite his teeth, hold your collar tightly, what ‘throat’ ‘whip’...”

"Who is the crying woman next to me? It looks so beautiful...she is...Belisia?"

Ramon clenched his teeth.

Isn't he a pampered prince?

How could he know that I helped Lay York a year ago?

Ley York went to the assassination target, but was ambushed by the blood bottle.

Is it secret information?

Do not.

Impossible... Ramon ironed his face and thought coldly:

Because of the big blackhouse headquarters, the details of the Ley York room...

He knows so clearly.

Even I can't remember it.

There is also Beilisia crying next to it...

"Don't stop, doctor," said Teres, rubbing his forehead and squinting and smiling: "Think about it, which fraternity you have consulted, are there any people with higher levels? Hurry and remember. ...ah, this is right..."

fraternity.

The level is higher...

Ramon found himself starting to tremble slightly.

"A fat man... What do you call him? Morris? How do he always like to meet you at the back door of a bar? At first he still carries a ugly dog, always smiling, familiar with you?"

Ramon suddenly fell like an ice cave.

Morris, one of the six giants?

Regarding that matter, his direct contact is indeed Morris.

The secret meeting place is in the back alley of the sunset bar...

But how is this possible?

Morris will confirm the safety there every time.

unless……

He is not willing to think about that possibility.

Ramon tried to empty his mind, but Tyres' words always made him unable to remember the scenes in his memory.

"Look at some fun memories..."

memory?

"Hey, this is a big man?" Taylors grinned and said slowly: "The fierce look of a face is not really good, but the temper is stinky."

"It’s really pitiful to hurt in the place where you are kneeling... I mean you, doctor! Actually want to treat him."

"Oh, it's because his father is fierce, right?"

Ramon reveals the most incredible look and looks at the mysterious second prince.

He even knows this?

"Think about it, what is his name? Oh, Roda?"

Tyres smiled softly:

"Is he the most troublesome patient?"

"Quad Rhoda?"

The doubts of Putila and Wyah are deeper.

Ramon unconsciously opened his lips and his palms were already sweaty.

Quaid?

Son of Rhoda?

His injury... It’s true that I went to see and treat it.

But this is only known to the cadres at the top of the fraternity.

It’s a secret thing.

How did a prince know?

Ramon stared at Taylors.

Tyres sighed, and he let go of his right hand and stared straight at Ramon, sneer.

"Don't be surprised, this is my ability."

"Yes, Dr. Ramon."

The next moment, Tyres smiled and spoke a simple and effective word to the stunned Ramon:

"I will read my heart."

Ramon stared at Taylors, his brain blank.

Taylors continued to smile brightly: "Thinking, I am all."

Read the heart.

Putile and Wyah, Rolf, both open their mouths and staring at the second prince.

Edda frowned and stared at the back of Tyres.

Read the heart?

Ramon struggled with his face, revealing the most incredible look.

Do not.

Even in the hand of the Soul Tower... reading the heart is the most invisible area.

And he clearly has only seven or eight years old, but he has this...

Do not.

The strange doctor of the Brotherhood shook his head unconsciously.

Tyres turned his head and looked at the shocked Putilai and Wyatt, Rolf and others.

But Edda on the other side held his arms and looked suspicious.

"Please keep me secret," Tyres said with a big smile: "When he trains me to use this ability, I don't want others to know..."

"But I trust you."

"Training...you?" Putilit asked incredulously: "Who?"

“Who else?” Tyres smiled happily and turned his head.

He looked at Ramon with a look of fear and spit out a name with ease:

"Morart Hansen."

A silence.

The audience all stared at Taylors.

It seems that he is some kind of monster.

Ramon was staring at Taylors.

Morat Hansen.

He knows the meaning of the name.

Lancer's teacher.

The nightmare of the stars for half a century.

The poisonous snake in the night.

The head of the secret department.

No way.

The new prince of the stars is a student of the Black Prophet?

Of course, Tyres secretly said: Morat is more comfortable with this so-called "ability" - he can detect the other person's lies after all, to assist in the next question.

Fortunately, his chips are not bad.

The audience all reacted.

"You haven't said that..." Putilie frowned: "There is a black prophet..."

"Ah," Taylor sighed. "You know, after all, an ability like me is too rare."

"Let's come to the most direct part," Taylors re-exposed the friendly seven-year-old boy, squatting on his forehead and smiling: "Come, think about your true identity, Dr. Ramon."

"Don't mind let me know?"

Ramon shivered slightly, staring at the ground.

My identity?

Do not.

My identity.

That will expose... will the fraternity... will take that person...

Do not!

Can't think about it.

Can't think about it!

"Yeah, this is your identity," said Teres, squatting on the side of the forehead, looking at Ramon, who was nervous and disappointed, showing a triumphant smile: "No wonder I have read the roster but have no impression of your name. It."

"It turns out that you are not just a secret black doctor for the fraternity."

He narrowed his eyes:

"You are the one at the Black Street Brotherhood."

"The nickname blame..."

"Cobb Srka Ramon."

Ramon’s hands hanged unconsciously.

My full name...

Tyres put down his fingers and concluded.

All he knows is so much - Tyres secretly tells himself.

I hope to use it.

In the four years of the Brotherhood, a small nephew who was stalked by death and death, was begging every day for a warm and saturated livelihood... always paying attention.

Therefore, he, the former nephew of Tellers, always knows the secrets of the Brotherhood without any attention.

For example, with a thin body, drilled through the dog hole, and heard the leprechaun fight between Lay York and Belicia - coughing - is to inquire about the secrets in their room, who is called Ley York's room in the corner of the big house, the most outside .

For example, every night in the back alley of the sunset bar, once you confirm that there are no people - such as Morris and his angry wolf dog -, sneak into the **** of the day.

Of course, the most important thing is the strange doctor who looks strange.

Strange doctor Ramon.

He didn't have much time at the Brotherhood, and he was covered every time.

But don't underestimate your child's memory and ability to recognize.

In order to survive, they must identify the shape and posture of each passerby to find a chance.

Which one is poor, which one is rich, which one is hard work, which one is pampered, which can steal, which can only beg, and which can't be close... not to mention that they are always beaten by the thugs. Greetings - which are their own people.

"He appears, you are going to go far, do you understand?" - This is what Quaid said with a poor boy's collar.

The grotesque doctor always appears after the "big action" of the fraternity. When it comes to a potion, it smells bloody. It is obviously to treat the injured person: a tyros who just dug the secret road late. Sneaking on the side of the road, I saw Ley York being carried back and saw the terrible wound on his shoulder.

Then there is the figure of Ramon.

Hey Tells, remember this figure at that time.

Prince Teres, I remember this figure at this time.

Quetta, who often drinks alcohol, the name is too long, so that Taylors will forget him. He will go to "check the body" on a regular basis, but every time he comes back, he has the unique potion of the strange doctor. Taste.

Every time Quaid returned "checking", he was also angry and squandered. When he was abusing a child, he occasionally mentioned the full name of the strange doctor.

Cobb Srka Ramon.

Tyres buried his memories in his mind.

It is a pity that this "reading heart" of God is only used by Ramon.

Ramon was sweating.

But relieved.

fortunately.

Fortunately, he did not read out my true identity...

That deadly secret...

"and many more,"

Taylor looked at Ramon's expression and shook his head:

“It seems that your identity is not that simple yet?”

That is of course - Tyres secretly said: He only knows Ramon's name and nickname, but a guy who goes to the fraternity, often meets with the top, is a simple doctor?

"Don't you have any other secrets?" he asked quietly.

Tyres looked at him with deep eyes, and the seven-year-old boy slowly raised his finger: "Come, think about it."

Ramon shivered involuntarily.

The scene is a bit strange.

An old man shivered in front of a nervous boy.

Other.

secret.

Do not.

"Do not!"

Ramon shouted in horror.

He didn't dare to look at the eyes of Tyres and lowered his head in fear.

"I……"

"Please... please stop..."

"I……"

Taylors narrowed his eyes.

"Don't be too surprised, I have seen a lot of expressions like you." Taylors stretched out.

"From the criminal," Tyres turned his neck and sighed with satisfaction: "To the king."

Ramon bit her lip bitterly.

"To tell the truth." Tyres stared at Ramon: "I am the prince of stars, the only heir to this country, and you are just a gangster."

"I am totally uninterested in you."

"I don't want to care about your secret."

"Just, it's about things that involve me..." He said faintly: "So,"

"Before I took your bad lie out of the mess and dig your dirty little secrets out of your big head... Dr. Ramon - tell me why I insist on following Are we going north?"

"Save me to go to your brain and dig some boring things..."

Ramon was shocked.

Yes.

And those...

secret.

"I understand, Your Highness," Ramon said bitterly: "I will be frank about my purpose..."

"Thank you for your cooperation. After all, this ability to read the heart is not easy to use... I can only maintain it for a short time," Tyres sighed, lowered his right hand and smiled slyly: "Next time use I have to wait for tomorrow."

Ramon is a little tremble.

"Oh, there are, you can start the diagnosis." Taylor pointed to Jola with a smile: "We have wasted a lot of time."

Ramon bowed his head in vain.

Others look at their princes differently.

It seems like I met him for the first time.

——————————

"Blood help? Nekra and Catherine?" Tyres frowned.

Rolf, who was behind him, trembled unconsciously.

Catherine...

Big sister?

"Yes, I am hiding them," Ramon looked deep and mysterious. He was holding a potion and scissors and cloth strips. He was eating the injury of Chora. His eyes crossed the tales from time to time, and he flashed taboos: "Of course, you I have never heard the names of these people..."

Taylor's heart moved.

In the mind, the scene of Nikola, the red man, and the fight with Istron in the vine manor.

"I was chased by them for six or seven days, just hiding in the fortress - but they found that my position is only a matter of time, as long as I stayed around, I will catch me."

"And Exeter and the stars are on the verge of fighting... I am alone in the wild and meet the army of either side, and the end will not be better than falling in the blood bottle helper..."

"So, when we came here and sought a doctor," Taylors said, "You wonder, expecting to leave the Broken Dragon Fortress with our cover? Go to Exeter and leave?"

Ramon nodded bitterly.

Really suspicious.

Tyres secretly said.

Why is a secret doctor who wants to live in the king's house to come to the border between the two countries?

“One member was injured at the border,” Ramon said quietly, not at all to look at Tells: “I came to the doctor... but I was discovered by the blood bottle.”

No, Tyres secretly: A gang doctor who is only responsible for healing, really went to the blood bottle to help the big man, and pursued six or seven days in the border?

Some other secrets.

It’s a pity... I just told him that “Reading Mind” can only be used tomorrow, otherwise you can scare him again.

Thales said first: "Continue to treat it. Look at your confession, maybe I will reconsider it."

Ramon nodded bitterly.

Tyres exhaled, and he jumped off the seat, but suddenly felt a numbness in his legs.

Thanks to the support of Wyatt and Rolf, he would not fall.

Oops, for the performance, I just sat for too long - Tyres stood up hard.

Fortunately, the fluctuations that have occurred since the "death" once again spontaneously swelled to ease his numbness.

By the way, Taylors is worried about his legs: this wave, this power, is also the source of trouble, although it feels that it can instantly enhance its state, but the amplitude seems to be small - just enough for him to cut the rope .

And - Tyres thought worriedly: What exactly is it?

It’s the kind of view that looks like thermal radiation detection, it looks so dazzling...

Tyres thought about it and led the wave to the eyes.

That magical vision reappears.

He turned his head and saw that everyone was shining in the body.

Edda is a dazzling white light, Wyatt exudes a sharp gray and fierce, Putilation is full of soft purple light, Rolf is a continuous blue shimmer.

These are different forces? vitality? Or energy attribute?

Taylors experimented with curiosity.

He turned to the house.

The next moment, Taylors stunned.

In the vision that the fluctuations gave him, he saw the most incredible scene.

The light of Qola's body is now flickering, like a slamming light that is going to be extinguished at any time.

But Ramon...

Ramon has no glare.

It is like a strange dark wave that evokes resonance with the world around you.

But it wasn't this that surprised Taylors.

I saw Ramon gently pressing Jola's wound.

Along the obvious light particles emerged from the body of Qola's flickering, gathered in Ramon's hand.

Those trembled light particles, followed by Ramon's hand, swayed across Chora's wound.

Light particles infiltrated into the terrible festering wounds of Chora.

Every bite in.

The light on Qola is steady and bright.

Like a dying patient, he is slowly recovering.

Tyres looked at Ramon slyly.

Other people may not see the truth because of the light.

But in the vision of the volatility given to Taylors, he saw it clearly.

I saw the doctor in the corner of the dark, his lips twitching slightly.

It’s like chanting something.

As he was regularly chanting, the light particles that had passed through the body of Chora, rhythmically passed through Ramon's hand, and returned to Chora to complete a cycle.

Tyres frowned.

This is definitely not medical.

He told himself affirmatively.

Absolutely not.

Today someone asked me what I was going to write in the next book.

Lying in the trough, can this book be completed smoothly, can I finish this book successfully after the protagonist grows up, I don't know, but also ask the next book?

Ok, then I will not say shame:

1. For a long time, I really wanted to write a "The Lord of the Rings" acquaintance, Orcs is never a slave!

2. I want to write a female subject!

Of course (no sword turned over, looked at the seven-year-old Teres, sighed deeply), you must first raise this child!

By a serious face without a sword

(End of this chapter)