Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 24 Short-lived species

On the afternoon of November 16, the Red Square Street Center.

It’s a lively and lively neighborhood, but at the moment it’s all star-blue uniforms, light-armed patrol soldiers, and black-blue uniformed police officers, on the destroyed houses and roads. Stretchers, supplies, and notebooks come and go.

"There is another one here!" A patrol soldier recruited and waved, and with the colleague who heard the news, pulled a deformed human body from under a collapsed beam.

"This is still breathing!" Another cry of rush, coming from afar. The doctors and healers hired by the City Hall, including the sacrifices from some of the temples, hurriedly rushed forward.

Lobic Dilla, the first-grade director of the West City Police Station, is standing on a hill where the collapsed houses are piled up, and a piece of blood-stained building materials is stepping on the feet.

He just sent a few smiles to the town hall government officials who were equally bright and beautiful with their smiles. They politely listened and accepted them with humility. For example, "Look at this, it should be your responsibility." The hall is also a stupid complaint about going to work for the people, where is the time to waste manpower.

At the rear of Lobike is an open space with a large umbrella. This is a temporary burial morgue. At this moment, there are nearly 100 bodies, there are innocent citizens, and there are gangs. Many officials wore masks and paper pens around the body. The bodies were occasionally recognized by family members who had been rushed to hear or eagerly searched for a long time. Naturally, they were heartbreaking.

Some family members recognized the uniforms of the officials. They even rushed up in a fierce mood, but they were opened by soldiers and police officers who had prepared for it.

Lobick lowered his head and sighed deeply.

Fortunately, in winter, flies have not yet gathered.

Lobike stepped on a sign that broke into five or six petals - it seemed to be a chess room - and walked stiffly.

A delicate swordsman piece fell from the ruins under the blood.

Lobick stopped.

He slowly bent down, picked up the piece and took off the dust.

But the blood on the pieces has already condensed and can't be wiped.

This bunch of bastards.

Lobike looked at the pieces in his hand.

This swordsman's piece, just missing the hand holding the sword, seems to be broken under sudden force.

The director turned his head and looked to the side of the ruins, where a man in a dark red leather coat looked at it as well.

The man in the red jacket turned around and looked at the dissatisfied expression of the director.

"I won't agree!" Lobike slammed.

"Are you sure?" The man in the red jacket showed his face, his thin face covered with scum, but his tone was full of bad intentions: "This is the blood bottle and the adult's request."

"Niekra! This is not what we said originally! Even the grown-up will not agree that you will blow up the Red Square Street into a ruin and take it away - almost two hundred lives!" Almost forbearing anger, spit out words.

"And then you still want - their bodies?"

Lobick felt that his dissatisfaction was about to break through the sky.

But the man he called Nikola, though full of ice and cold on his face, did not care:

“This is not accurate – it’s just a dozen houses in the center of the block, isn’t it?”

"And I really don't know, the West Gate Warlord, who had been sitting on the whole night, has a sense of justice and compassion. - We said that we lost a lot of people last night."

Scum, you gang fire and, do you still expect me to help you? Lobick thought angrily.

"This is the loss of our blood bottle, and the loss of that adult, of course, the loss of the director." Nekra continued.

Why is this scum, the western frontline, expel him? He should cut his head directly!

Lobick cursed in the bottom of his heart.

The Nekra language is not good: "So, for the benefit of the grown-up, but some bodies, can you still be the master?"

But Lobick did not serve as soft as he expected.

The head of the hall stepped forward to Nike, and he almost touched his nose almost immediately, full of anger:

"I don't care how many people have died from the scum of your blood bottle. I am obeying the order of the grown-up, but he did not say that you will play such a disaster! This morning, all the kings are I know, you have nothing to do in the Red Square area! Even the pre-negotiation meeting is discussing the gang fight in Xicheng District!"

Nikola’s eyes changed.

He stepped forward without hesitation, and reached Lopick’s forehead, staring at the director’s eyes, full of hatred and anger:

"Then you should know that our anger is no less than you! The blood bottle is never lost, and the blood debt is paid back!"

Lobick was also angered by Nikola's provocative answer.

"Let's mention that your file is broken! Especially you are a helpless loser!" He shouted:

"The blood bottle is never awkward and you believe it or not. If I withdraw the police force and the patrol team now, you can't even get out of the Red Square Street!"

Nikola frowned unscrupulously, and the anger in his eyes grew more and more.

Lobick looked back at him without showing his weakness.

Members of the surrounding patrol team noticed the situation here and silently approached here.

There are two captains who are the end of the swordsman. They have already looked cold and put their hands on the hilt of the waist.

The light of Nekra swept the soldiers, and my heart was awkward.

This big green skin is really kind.

At the same time, he noticed that among the lively residents outside the cordon, several ulterior gaze eyes have been staring at it, disappearing from time to time, and changing a few new eyes to re-emerge.

Damn brotherhood.

After all, Hongfang Street is no longer a blood bottle.

Taking into account the strength of the police hall and the threat of the fraternity, Nikola strongly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and took a step back.

The enchantment of the gas has disappeared, at least until the return of the blood magician, we must be soft.

Damn big green skin, and the **** big aristocrat.

"I apologize for my words and deeds - Lord Lobick Dilla," he bit his accent on the "Lord," with a smile on his thin face and a sigh of relief, as if the previous anger was false. The same.

This is not very standard.

"We really shouldn't have caused you such a problem - I will leave and go to the Duke to sin."

Nekra smiled and turned and left.

Until the expected response came from behind.

"and many more!"

Lobike clenched his fist and told himself that he could not be impulsive.

hateful.

Damn it.

Sure enough, when I stepped out that step, I couldn’t turn back.

Lobick shook his hand weakly and swung back the men who were about to get up.

Nekra’s mouth smirked triumphantly.

I saw the director of the club, and closed his eyes in pain. After a while, he shivered and whispered:

"Damn - well, you can take the body, but no more than twenty! And it must be unclaimed!"

The smile on Nekra's face finally became sincere.

"Follow - Lord Lord."

He once again enthusiastically called the title of Lobick.

Unclaimed body? Nikola smiled contemptuously: Since it is the body of the blood bottle, it is naturally "unmanned".

Is not it?

It is a pleasant cooperation between the police and the people.

Nikola bowed without a standard and turned and left.

Lobick looked at his back and shook his head, asking weakly:

"What do you want the bodies to do?"

"Entertaining a few old friends for the big guys," Nekra did not return, but his voice was so clear:

"Be prepared to banquet."

Nikola disappeared into sight, and the same disappeared, as well as several surveillance eyes in the crowd.

Lobick bowed his head and saw his reflection on the blood of a beach under his feet.

It was a helpless middle-aged man with white hair and wrinkles.

Lobick had a disgust in his heart.

He took a deep breath and looked at the pieces in his hand. He saw the one-armed swordsman and smiled at him.

The police officer’s face sorrowfully released his hand and turned away.

The swordsman without the sword fell into the blood and replaced the reflection of Lobic.

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At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, Judith Hall.

"Four five-member group, clear division of labor, tacit understanding, are super-level leaders, leading the best of the level - despite the extraordinary and experienced, but from the perspective of equipment and identity, it is indeed hired."

Gilbert stood up from the side of a body and waved his hand to let the guards carry it down.

"The mercenaries and adventurers who dare to attack the royal industry - if they are not paid by the employer, they have the confidence to avoid risks."

The middle-aged aristocrats carried their hands and stood in the hall on the first floor, suppressing their dislike of the collaborators, facing the corner of the empty corner:

"What do you think of being a former adventurer?"

A hoarse voice came from the void:

“There are both, and the latter are mostly—employers don’t tell them the truth, ‘you won’t meet super-level masters’ or ‘guards will not exceed twenty.’”

"Or their employers didn't think that our guarding power was far beyond the usual industry - and you are there." The middle-aged aristocrat replied.

A body was lifted from the stairs, the hall top, and the corridor.

Gilbert watched the guards carry the intruders out and cleaned up the blood, bowing their heads and meditating.

"But it's still too simple."

He muttered.

"Although we have doubled the number of guards in the 闵迪思厅, even though there are 50 well-trained squad and even super-ordered swordsmen, even though they are only hired to temper - we are still too easy and too simple to handle. ”

The guards who carried the bodies on their side did not care about Gilbert, who talked to himself.

It was as if the middle-aged aristocrat was talking to the air until Jodel’s figure appeared by his side.

"They don't have the consciousness of death, and they don't intend to kill the guards." The secret guard with a mask whispers:

"If I take a shot later, they should be retreating."

Gilbert frowned deeply.

"It's not right, even if it's just temptation, their attitudes and methods are too rash, it's like-"

Jodel answered with a good answer: "- Just like finding a door to die."

The gray-haired middle-aged aristocrat nodded:

"If their employers are really the ones we envision, they must be clear that if we have important secrets, then such equipment will not help."

"Then what are they? Covering others?"

Yodel shook his head: "I didn't feel other people."

"No one else else -"

At this time, Gilbert and Jodel looked up at the same time and looked out the door.

In the sunset, a regular carriage rides on the avenue leading to the Judith Hall.

After listening to a guardian’s report, Gilbert nodded and said, “It’s Ginny.”

"The woman," Gilbert frowned. "I used to hate the narrow carriages like horse-drawn carriages. It seems that in order to hide people's eyes and ears, I also restrained my own likes and dislikes."

After listening to this sentence, Yodel suddenly raised his head!

At the beginning, Gilbert was still wondering why this secret guard, who couldn’t see his expression, was so big.

But then, he also changed his face and looked back to Yodel with surprise.

Cover the "people" eyes and ears -

No way?

"Don't you say that you didn't feel other people?" Gilbert asked with a sullen look.

Yodel turned his head and looked upstairs, his body flashing.

"I left eight final swordsmen upstairs--" but without waiting for Gilbert's words, Jodel disappeared!

Wait, don't feel the words of other "people" -

Gilbert slammed his head!

“Everyone! Collect the full speed to the third floor! Protect the target!”

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Tyles was sweating and nervous, looking at the man in front of him.

Just in front of me, this white-faced adult man in a gorgeous pleated sleeve shirt and precious leather boots suddenly appeared between him and the eight-end swordsman!

No wind, no sound, no gas, no trace.

Then, Tyres saw with the light: the eight end-swordsmen behind him, shot blood from the neck!

When Tyres completely turned his head, they all fell to the ground, only twitching, making a meaningless whisper.

He has not encountered a powerful enemy. For example, the magician Eichda is an example, but Taylors has never encountered such an abrupt enemy.

The visual nerves of Turtles even reacted!

He did not see how the other party moved.

Taylors consciously yelled, but suddenly there was a right hand in front of him!

The man with a good taste suddenly caught his mouth.

Taylor still can't see his movements.

Even the masters of "The Ghost of the Wind" Rolf, although the action is swift and fierce, but at least there are tracks and afterimages!

But the man’s move to move his right hand is completely absent.

It's like an animation skipping frame.

Tyres, who struggled without results, gave up his waste of energy. He calmed down and tried to calm his heart and look at the man in front of him.

This man, who is slightly taller than Yodel, has a neat blond hair behind his forehead. The color of the pupil of the blue color is clear. Although his face is pale and morbid, he really - Taylor can only describe it - very handsome.

Compared with Aishida's feminine and handsome, this man can be described as "sunshine" type, plus his simple but elegant clothing and jewelry, going out will inevitably fascinate a girl.

It is a pity that Tyres is on his body, but he does not feel any warmth at all.

The man’s body has a good smell of perfume, even if the bandits are like Taylors, it is recognized that this is not the cheap perfume that the small citizens of the market have wiped.

Now, this handsome man, laughing with a pale mouth, smiles at him:

"It was just an activity activity bone - can you marry me, what did you find?"

"A short-lived cub."

Short-lived species?

Taylors caught this special term.

"The smell on your body - hey, it's delicious."

“Sure enough, food is always in unexpected places!”

But the next moment, the blond man with a relaxed look suddenly changed his face.

He glared at the hands of Taylors again, and the next moment, Tyres was held in his arms by his mouth.

"I found it really fast - that mask, I can't deal with it," the handsome blond man murmured. "Pack it home and eat it again."

"Fortunately, the sun is going down."

This is the last sentence that Teres heard.

The next moment, his eyes were surrounded by a hot red blood, and he turned around.

The scene in the Judith Hall seems to be spinning and getting smaller and smaller.

Before the disappearance of consciousness, Thales vaguely saw that Joel's mask appeared in the middle of the eight dead swordsmen's bodies.

(End of this chapter)