Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 4 accidents always come suddenly

"Yara! Black Pine Wine! Again, a dozen more!"

In the noisy and dim sunset bar, Quaid gasped on the bar counter, breathing wine into his mouth, glass after glass.

"Hey, big man, if there is no money for tipping, there will be no gin!"

Yarra behind the bar brought two large glasses of black pine wine up to his face with unsatisfied expression, and unceremoniously held it on the bar:

"For your father's sake, these are the last two! Give you 30 seconds to drink and then get out quickly! Every hour you sit here, our bar, no, the profit of the entire underground street will drop by one. to make!"

Quaid was already a little dizzy, but even in the bar full of vocals, Yara's spicy voice was still far away.

Feeling the gaze of the surrounding drinkers and the possible laughter in their hearts, Quaid burst into a wicked fire from his heart.

In those days, he was the "blood axe" Qued Roda who made the whole Xiacheng District frightened!

If not, if not that thing... now how could it be, how could even a girl watching the bar dare to bully him?

Even the bald Spinner who debuted two years later than him, dared to laugh at himself at the beggar...

grass!

"Chick with no eyes!"

The more and more energetic Quaid gritted his teeth and stood up with a heavy head.

He grabbed Yara's hand across the bar and dragged her to himself, shouting viciously:

"I said! A dozen gins!"

The whole bar was quiet.

Xiacheng District is the most chaotic area of ​​Yongxing City, and the underground street is the most chaotic area of ​​Xiacheng District-especially after the Black Street Brotherhood took over ten years ago.

The sunset bar is located in a prominent position in this chaotic land. People who patronize here are either affiliated with the Black Street Brotherhood or come to the Brotherhood for something.

So, when Quaid yelled at Yara's hand, the customers in the bar all had a good look, no one spoke, and no one stopped.

Quaid's head became dizzy.

But he still felt the wrist that was caught by him.

Under the dim light of the candlestick in the bar, it was so close again, Yara’s smooth face and delicate outline appeared clearer than usual, and her short gray hair was also neat and clean, and Quaid could even smell the faint fragrance of the other party. .

So he thought about it and thought a lot for a while.

Yara seemed to be scared by him too.

The girl looked in surprise at the once gold medalist, now the downbeat drinker.

When the noise of the drinker in the ear disappeared, the hazy Quaid was vaguely satisfied: this quiet proof proves that his behavior has received the attention it deserves.

And respect.

But soon, when he turned his attention to Yara, Quaid's wine gradually woke up.

His face changed.

From the desperation and domineering just now, he gradually became fear and panic.

Yara Sariton.

Quaid is one of the few who knows her full name.

This beautiful woman, Quaid, suddenly recalled what his father told him to "stay away from her."

And what I saw and heard in the sunset bar several times.

And this spicy and attractive "bar girl" is now staring at him with playful eyes, letting him grab his hand.

Quaid's chin began to tremble unconsciously:

"Yara, that, I am not..."

But before Quaid responded--

"despair!"

His hand holding Yara was backhanded by the latter!

It's not over yet, his **** and index finger are folded again!

The painful pain struck.

"Ah!"

Quaid cried out in pain, and his face was deformed.

But this was just an appetizer, and I saw Yara slamming his arm fiercely, pulling it in the opposite direction of the elbow!

"Click!"

The bones and bones of the elbow joints were crisp and sounded at the same time as Quaid's screams.

"Ah!"

"No no no! Yara! Sister Yara! Ah, I--I was wrong--I shouldn't--''

However, before Quid's begging for mercy, this neat girl took advantage of it, and a slender left leg in ultra-short leather pants straddled the bar and fell down vertically, smashing Quid's neck!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Quaid's miserable howl was instantly cut off!

The scene was quiet for a moment.

In the next second, there were countless coups in the bar:

"Good job Xiao Yala! Did not embarrass the boss!"

"Haha, this skill can make the ending swordsman get shit!"

"I swear I saw it! I bet 10 copper coins!"

"No, hateful! She actually wore safety pants!"

The surrounding drinkers returned to the enthusiasm and craziness of strategizing, dancing and dancing, crying and howling, and cheering Yara one by one.

"listen!"

Yara stared fiercely at Quaid, who was overwhelmed with breath.

She stood behind the bar with one foot, her left leg pressed against the bar, and her right hand clasped Quaid's outstretched arm.

"You disgusting gorilla!"

The girl calmly and slowly pulled out a strangely shaped knife from the holster of her left boot-the blade and the handle were not in a straight line, and looked like a wolf leg from a distance.

Strange knife fell, straight into the palm of Quaid.

"Boom!"

The tip of the knife even nailed into the bar!

"Woo!"

Quaid's tears were squeezed out of pain, but his neck was crushed and he could only make a horrible howl like a pig's cry.

The drinkers became more and more excited and the sound of coaxing became louder.

Yara slowly lowered her upper body, revealing her perfect flexibility, while approaching the face of Quaid Sisi, whistling scornfully, revealing a dangerous smile.

She showed fierceness and ferocity, but in a rhythmic and amorous voice, she uttered chilling words:

"Quad Roda..."

"I don't care who your son is, or what kind of beggar leader you are, or what kind of black-handed beater..."

"But you **** it, listen to me..."

Yara slowly turned the handle.

From the finger to the palm, Quaid, who had no pain to complain about, “whooped” and hit the bar with his knee, but to no avail.

"From now until the end of the world..."

"If you dare to appear in the old lady's bar again..."

The cold-faced girl bit out the words between her teeth:

"I'll put the thing under you..."

"One by one..."

"Chopped into meat residue..."

"Transfer into the wine..."

"One bite..."

"Give it to you!"

"Understood? Waste!"

A few minutes later, Yarra patted the palm of her right hand while crying and escaped from the sunset bar under the scornful laughter of the drinker and Yara’s contempt. Wipe the blood from the wolf leg knife.

It seems that the blood is not on the blood, but the devil's slime.

The bartenders were still shouting excitedly, telling the scene just now, many people were still staring at the female bartender behind the bar, many of which had ulterior motives and desires.

Yara turned back unhappily and cut the bar counter with a knife!

"Look what!"

"Who dares to look at it again, pays twice the price!"

So the sunset bar once again restored peace.

After throwing a few spicy words and diverting the attention of the drinker from her back into the wine, Yara threw the rag fiercely and walked into the kitchen.

There, a young man with a bowler hat looked at her with a smile, patting his wrist in vain.

Yara snorted disdainfully.

"Is that enough?"

"According to what you said, I specifically mentioned the thing below him."

Yara grabbed a bottle of white wine, a multi-purpose knife suddenly appeared in her left hand, and picked the stopper sharply.

"Of course, of course, Miss Yara."

In the back kitchen, Quaid's deputy, the actual manager of the beggar business, Nal Rick gently lifted the black top hat on his head, smiled and nodded:

"Hopefully, he will be able to converge a little bit later-from uncontrolled drinking to unrestricted abuse of beggars, the Brotherhood can't wipe him **** all the time."

"What you want to say is, you can't wipe his **** all the time." Yara raised her head and drank a sip of wine.

Rick suddenly felt that this rude action was appropriate and fresh and tempting on Yara's body.

Let him swallow his throat subconsciously.

what a pity……

"That's right, because the Brotherhood is my family, and the interests of the Brotherhood are my interests." Rick smiled, unconsciously touching his neck.

"Are you sure it really works?"

Yara frowned and took off the bottle:

"How do I think that a person like him will find more trouble after going back? For example, to get angry with your beggar?"

You really know him, Rick thought.

"Actually, I don't know that it doesn't work, because I don't know him," Rick shook his head helplessly-this is already his innocent and heartfelt sign action-said:

"However, he has become more aggressive recently. Just three days ago, for a few coppers, he was a seedling that I was optimistic about... If it wasn't for the kid who was quite smart, the Brotherhood folded in Quaid's hands would have to be in the future. One more."

Is it.

Yara rolled her eyes at the bottom of her heart.

Fake accountant, I don’t know that you are so generous and just.

"So I decided: He can't go on like this anymore, he must be warned." At this point, Rick put down his hand touching the back of the neck, his eyes suddenly becoming firm.

"Otherwise, sooner or later, he will ruin my hard-working business."

Yara hummed her head gently:

"Okay, okay, you don’t have to explain so much to me, "I had to kill my boss because I had to."

"I didn't say to kill him..."

"It's done, I said that the good remuneration is paid quickly, I only accept cash." Yala interrupted Rick's innocent excuse impatiently.

Yara lazily drank the white wine, sticking out her tongue, and licking the last drop at the mouth of the bottle into her mouth.

This action made Rick's heart shake.

She yawned and waved to let Rick leave.

"Also, you still have to pay for the black pine wine he owes today."

"Including the'private goods' you brought."

Yara narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Rick who had gone away after taking off her hat.

Others may not recognize it, but I, Yara at the Sunset Bar are clear...

The so-called "black pine wine" that you brought "please" Quaid to drink today is actually an embargoed Chaka spirit.

It was on the western front. On the battlefield facing the orcs, it was for the prisoners in shackles before the suicide charge. The wine was not strong, but it was highly psychedelic.

So ah, Rick.

Yara frowned and looked at his back.

Are you sure you have too much money to spend, rather than really want to kill him?

but……

That's it.

Yara turned around indifferently.

The scumbag's infighting.

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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house with shame, pain, and alcohol — he didn’t live in the Black Street headquarters, Quaid felt that anyone inside who knew the inside seemed to be staring at him. He--when, two hurried thugs happened to pass by behind the wall.

"Have you heard? The beggars are rumoring a rumor..."

Their gossip came from far away.

"They said that it was boss Qued that he was no longer a man..."

Quaid's somewhat dizzy brain cleared.

"What do you mean? Can he become a woman?"

"Idiot, meaning Qued was castrated! I heard that it was in a haunted house when he was collecting money on Karima Street a few years ago-it was left after the Earl of Norfolk and his family were hanged That-encountered a very strange thing..."

"Everyone said that a female ghost in red dress castrated him."

"Red ghost? Hahaha"

For a moment, Quaid felt the blood all over his body flushed to his head.

The next moment, out of control, he roared and rushed out from behind the wall!

"Who! Who said that! Which bastard!"

Quaid severely strangled the neck of one of the thugs!

"Which asshole!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

The other beater stepped back in a panic.

Quaid's eyebrows crushed the man to the ground, and the hand that gripped the opponent's neck became tighter and tighter.

I don't know why, at that moment, his pierced palm came no longer pain, but light numbness and stimulation.

This gives Quaid the ability to think about others.

then……

After all, he is a famous fighter of the Brotherhood, and he is also a top player in the ordinary class.

In Xiacheng District, he went everywhere and hugged wherever he went.

Adrienza, the Tarren brothers, and Ley York, the famous thugs in these brotherhoods, were only his descendants.

Even giants such as Morris and Lanser, have fun talking with him and Yan Yuese?

At that time, who dare to laugh at him?

At that time, he believed that he would one day take over his father's business and climb to a higher position in the Brotherhood...

Even... approaching even the father was terrified... that man.

But now...

right now……

Quaid looked at the frightened beater under his hand, and his words kept ringing in his mind.

Quaid held back the tears in his eyes and uttered a wild animal-like howl from his throat-his father once told him with a leather whip that if he could not bear sorrow and pain, he would simply turn them into anger and hatred.

Sure enough, my father was right.

At that moment, the spirit of wine rose, but Quaid felt very sober.

It seemed that the hatred and anger all over his body had turned into endless strength.

"Boss Quaid, it was all just rumors, we don't believe it... Ah!"

Quaid looked up like a beast!

The other thug who was trembling and defending was taken aback by Shengsheng.

But he immediately saw that the other companion was already pale, and he was more out of breath and less in gas.

The thug who couldn't help but retreat was facing Quaid's fierce light, his face full of fear:

"Ah, yes, it's all rumors that beggars are spreading. Boss, it's really not our fault. You, just ask those beggars!"

"Click!" This is the sound of a broken neck.

The beater strangled by Quaid was exhausted.

The rest of the thugs were shaking.

And Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes full of fierce glory.

The thug was not well, and he shouted and escaped while rolling.

Quaid wanted to chase, but he chased a corner and found that the other party had disappeared.

Damn it.

He gasped for two breaths and looked back at the corpse in the alleyway, feeling uneasy and kicking several more times. Then he shook his head and walked towards the twenty or so abandoned houses.

Quaid didn't think about why the beaters who patrolled tonight didn't show up at all—it was necessary to watch the beggars.

He just had energy in his head.

Just want to find those who laugh at him.

then.

One by one...

Torture them to death.

Quaid, who had just killed someone, felt like a long-lost shackle opened from his head.

It was as if he had returned to the days when he made a living with a knife-edge.

These **** little thieves, he thought viciously, since he dared to spread rumors...

It will cost you.

Damn little thief.

He gasped, only to feel that his strength and will had not been so strong in a long time.

The escaped thug climbed out of the big stone door of the abandoned house tremblingly and hit Rick under the tree outside the door.

"Mr. Rick!"

The thug saw Rick as if he saw the savior:

"Boss Quaid-Quaid, he's crazy! Didn't you say, he didn't mean to expose his scandal, just threaten him to be angry? As a result, Quaid was... Pearson before we even finished talking. ,he……"

The thug was out of breath with fear, and the words were unclear.

"You mean, Pearson? He, he was given by Quaid..." Rick seemed taken aback.

After being confirmed by the thug crying, Rick shook his head sadly:

"It's my fault."

"I thought that Quaid would... No way, you go to close the Dashi Gate, first lock Quaid in the abandoned house, and then prepare the carriage, we immediately set off."

"Okay, Mr. Rick, where are we going?"

"Go to the headquarters and find the boss of Morris."

The shocked thug heard his intention to leave and nodded again and again.

He didn't even think about what to do with the beggars in the abandoned house.

Rick's face suddenly became dignified as he watched the thugs rush to the Dashi Gate, closed the double-open iron gate with difficulty, and then inserted the stone lock.

At this time, Quaid will go to find a beggar, but there are only dozens of them in total... There must be what the "ghost" wants.

I made my schedule earlier today, and it was not too late.

Quaid spends most of the night, cooking those beggars.

As for how he wanted to concoct those punching bags, it was all the ghost, the **** tracker to care about.

Since he is interested in beggars, he will not sit and watch.

Rick stared at the door of the abandoned house, thinking so.

He will no longer have time to find himself.

If he came to find a beggar, then Quaid would be killed by him.

So the Black Street Brotherhood will take over here tomorrow-Rhoda, Morris, and even the big men of the Black Sword level will deal with him, and he will not be in trouble.

If he came to kill a beggar, he might watch Quaid continue to kill the beggar-this is very likely. Since his father's incident in prison, Rick has always warned himself that he should never underestimate Nowhere in the noble family.

Then, the ghost has achieved its goal, and its own troubles are naturally resolved-the brothers found the next morning, only the mad boss Quaid, the affected deputy, the miserable beggars, of course , As well as the ghosts and the big figures behind him...

Rick thought with satisfaction:

In short, the trouble, the problem of the big man's house, and the coldness of his own neck will be solved tonight.

Do not leave a trace of trouble.

Otherwise, one day, the ghost who can't find the target will find himself directly.

Rick doesn't think that the running dogs of these big families will have a good temper, nor does he think that he can fully see the sun the next day after meeting each other.

Therefore, there must be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to pierce the ghost's attempt to put an end to this terrible unlucky thing.

Boss Quaid, I will trouble you again this time!

Rick thought lightly.

Of course, this is the last time.

Um, yes, maybe I will eat up and down afterwards because of poor supervision, but this is compared with my own life and future...

Rick sighed, and a trace of pity and regret flashed in his heart.

Unfortunately, this group of beggars, the Tells, and the Karak.

I will pray for you.

I will also cover the burial and the aftermath of the victims.

This moved Rick quite:

Even in the dark, at least he still has a bottom line.

At least, Nal Rick's humanity has not been lost.

Is not it?

At this time, the surviving thug drove the carriage from a distance.

"Don't be nervous, it's all right."

Rick walked to the carriage and nodded at him, giving a smile of encouragement and comfort.

"I am here."

At the next moment, he took out the mini telescopic crossbow from his arms, and shot the poisonous crossbow arrow dipped into the blue grass accurately into the opponent's mouth widened with surprise.

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When Rick made a decision that was never known to the world, but still deeply influenced the destiny of the kingdom, because of early rest, the beggars in the sixth house were sitting under the leadership of Tyers. Beside the fire that is easily born, today's harvest is counted.

"The woman in black gave eight bronzes. It is no wonder that her young son had just passed away due to typhoid fever not long ago. No wonder so generous."

"Milara, with her ears down, gave us all the copper left over from the grocery shopping...oh, only two."

Sinti's face smiled and counted the copper one by one, piled up to the left.

Tells nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and drew two "positive" characters on the ground.

"The thin man in highland boots refused to give money, so Ryan and I gave him a lesson."

Kellyt took out a card and looked at the words annoyed:

"But he only has this card in his arms, but I don't know what it is."

"That's the National Institute of Research, the pass of the Canstar Library, that's uptown, five blocks away from us," Tells said after examining the card:

"The thin man must be a scholar from the college. I don't know if it is a bachelor of the college or a priest of the church. However, depending on how poor he is, he may be a writer."

"Wow! Tells you actually know the words above!" Both Coria and Ned looked at Tells with admiration.

"How can it be!"

Tells shrugged, reading vaguely the hopes and desires of the two children:

"No one taught us how to read and count... I only knew the emblem of the book when I saw the back of the card."

However, Thales thought, yes, he was already struggling to learn writing by himself.

For example, the words "Sunset Bar", "Grove Pharmacy", "National Research Association", and his vague memory also gave him inexplicable respect and admiration for knowledge without letting any one learn and accumulate Opportunity.

I’m afraid it’s hard for someone who hasn’t experienced it... to be able to sit freely at the desk and learn from the wisdom of the predecessors-Tells raised his dusty hands and looked at the cocoon that was prematurely worn out due to hard work all day. Stomping the belly that was not full at all, sighed—it was really a happiness.

Thales no longer remembers the scene he passed through.

To be precise, the memories before the crossing emerged bit by bit with the gradual growth of the child's Thales and the gradual formation of the brain and spirit.

His memories of two to three years old are scattered and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, only remembering a sticky piece-he does not know why the color in the impression can be described as "sticky"- Blood red, a black stone house full of crying babies, a skinny woman.

It was not until later that he knew that it was Beth, the "Black Heart Widow", a female chief responsible for bringing up new children in the Brotherhood.

Taylors was sent to the abandoned house when he was three years old, and from then on, his memories of his previous life gradually became clear, and the scene that flashed back most in his brain was when he sat at a desk, gazing between the book and the screen Go back and forth, or sit in the classroom and discuss with a dozen or so young people, or a middle-aged or old professor.

But that is already illusory.

For four years, in the begging of beggars in Xiacheng District, which was full of beatings, bullying, darkness, sin and death, Tells managed to keep the beggars in the sixth house alive.

Compared to the graduate student with a more developed brain than in the previous life, a four-year beggar career has given Taylors many new skills:

Acting for sympathy, pickpocketing without knowing it, clever and unobtrusive observation, etc.

During this period, Thales also made a lot of preparations for more than one beggar category, such as having a good relationship with people of different classes-in the lower city, different classes "probably also "different classes of lower class".

For example, secretly inquiring about the Brotherhood’s secrets, arranging several secret locations, hiding some inventory from the top, etc.-Quaid is really right about this.

That's right, Thales is not prepared to obediently accept the destiny given to him by this world.

He will not be a beggar who keeps himself safe, nor will he become a thug or a thief of the Brotherhood, nor will he be interested in playing "gangsters" in the Yongxing City.

He wants to run away.

Then, go to your own life and be a...

free people.

At least more free than now.

Just step by step, as you make your own plans...Tears looked at the corner of the house, where there was an obscure slate.

I can...

Can...

It was at this time.

In the seventeenth room next door, there was a sudden screaming mixed with fear and panic: "No! Carla!"

Soon, Taylors will learn the most important lesson after his crossing:

Accidents always come suddenly.

(End of this chapter)