Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 6 Escape Plan

"Bite this firewood, you will feel better, I'm sorry, I... I can only think of this way."

Tails frowned and knelt in front of Ryan.

The lame beggar lay half on the ground against the wall, and blood slowly flowed out of the right hand of "Lotus Broken Silk".

Ryan looked at Tyres, who was sharpening his dagger on a dull stone, and let him put a piece of firewood in his mouth.

Behind Tyers, the girl Coria sat in a slack look in the courtyard. The place on her left face that had been burned by silver coins was just finished with medicine and covered with a cloth.

And the black silver coin was being held tightly by her.

The girl widened her eyes, looked here, there, and looked up at the moon for a while, laughing nervously from time to time.

Behind her, Quaid's dead body leaned against the broken wall.

A burst of nausea struck Taylors.

The touch, the sense of obstacles that plunged metal into the flesh, vaguely appeared from time to time in the hands of Tyers.

Tells sighed, holding back the strange feeling of the first murder.

The burn on the chest was still in pain, sharing a lot of attention for him.

He had to kill Quaid, and Tells had no regrets.

Even when he dipped the dagger into his neck and watched Quaid's unwillingness to fall, Tyers felt a rush of pleasure in his heart.

That is the thrill of revenge.

At that moment, it seemed that all the grievances and hatred had been relieved and vented.

It seems that long-lost justice came at that moment.

Simple and crude, effective and direct.

But...Tears closed his eyes and shut Quaid in the pool of blood out of sight.

Do not.

He repeated to himself over and over again: no.

No matter how happy the feeling at that moment is, it is a burden of enmity and relief.

He can't like it.

That is murder.

Kill the same kind.

It may be compelling, but for whatever reason, he is not worthy of pride.

Killing Quaid is by no means to become a scum like him.

More importantly-Tells turned his head, looked at Coria, and put the sharp dagger into the flames.

These children probably experienced the most crucial scene in their lives.

It is also the most terrible scene.

An illusory scene appeared in front of his eyes, and the light of the projector and the text of the slide surface appeared like breaking waves.

".. From the perspective of developmental psychology, childhood and adolescence are the most critical period for the formation of a person's mind and personality. Bloom's tracking research found that the environment, interaction, and behavior experienced at this stage are all related to the future Personality and psychological development have a strong correlation. Many theoretical studies also believe that this effect may even be accompanied by lifelong..."

Tells twitched his head, hiding another piece of recovered memory in his heart.

The mental health of the beggars is second, but the immediate problem to be solved is how to survive.

Tyles pressed his disgusting heart and turned his attention to the dagger in his hand.

This dagger is not as long as an adult's forearm. It has a single-edged blade. The tip of the dagger has a slight curvature to the side of the blade. The wooden handle is wrapped with a black leather belt to prevent slippery hands. The sides of the blade are smooth... …Ok?

Thales suddenly discovered that under the scrubbing of blood and flames, two letters appeared on the blade side.

JC.

JC?

Tells' eyes changed slightly.

No amount of tricks, no amount of planning, no amount of cleverness... Tells thought that it was not as effective as this dagger named "JC".

The next second, Tells' eyes were cold.

The blade that was still roasting at the last moment suddenly appeared beside Ryan's broken hand!

"laugh!"

Tails cut it across the board, without hesitation!

Cut off only a little flesh between Ryan's palm and wrist.

"Um! Um... hum!"

Ryan cramped like a prawn that fell into boiling water!

He bit the wood tightly, his eyes closed in pain, his face twisted exaggeratedly, his tears and his nose running down, and a groaning moaning back and forth in his throat.

Tails hurriedly pulled over the cloth of the good medicine—in fact, just some Ouldragon grass—and struggling with each other's struggle, entangled Ryan's broken hand, and fought fiercely back and forth.

I hope this will work, stop the blood, don't get infected, otherwise...

Tells looked at the fire and shook his head.

Ryan was still twitching in pain, and while Tyles pressed tightly on his broken hand, he tried to take him trembling into his arms.

"Hold on, Ryan, it will pass quickly, hold on!" Taylors closed his eyes and comforted him softly. His burn on his chest was brushed by Ryan, and there was another heartache.

Tells looked to the other side: Kellett, Nid, and Ensola, three children who were not too bad for a while, were lying quietly in the moonlight at the moment.

As if asleep.

Ryan's breath gradually became regular, but Coria began to sob softly again.

"Tears, woo, I'm so scared, Coria has no typhoid fever, Coria is ready..."

Tyers put Ryan down and turned to hold Coria in her arms, carefully avoiding the burn on her face, and patting her gently.

"It's alright, Coria, it's alright."

Sorry.

I failed to protect everyone.

"Tears!"

Tells opened his eyes.

Xin Ti ran back panting.

Taylors took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down:

"How is it outside?"

Sinti was the least traumatized among the children in the sixth house, after Tyers helped him to continue the dislocated legs (beggars’ life, let them master a lot of self-help knowledge, such as bone grafting-or bone removal) , He was sent out by Tells to investigate the news and release the wind to give early warning of possible threats.

"No one came."

"No Rick, no thugs, no brotherhood, it seems that people outside the abandoned house know nothing."

Sinti is the oldest and has the longest tacit understanding with Taylors, directly speaking about the latter's most concerned part.

"Quaid seems to have been to many people's houses, some of them managed to escape, but, not counting us, in at least six or seven houses, nothing happened."

Tells' eyes dimmed.

The sixth house is not the abandoned house closest to the gate.

He probably guessed the fate of those houses.

"Everyone now knows what happened, and everyone is telling us that the Brotherhood is going to kill us all. Some people are hiding in the house and dare not come out, but more people are running down the street and others want to escape ."

Tells' eyes lit up: "Wait, you said the beaters are gone?"

Sinti knew what Thales was thinking. He shook his head and said bitterly:

"It's useless. The door was locked from the outside. Karak screamed at the door with the people in their house, but no one called. We can't escape unless we can cross the trench and the spikes inside."

"We," Lane held his right hand, struggling to sit up from the ground, his face pale: "Are we going to escape? We can wait here in the morning, when Rick and the others come, telling them that Quaid himself is crazy ..."

"No!" Taylors interrupted Ryan decisively. "Quad died in the abandoned house. If they find the murderer, we will definitely die. Even if they can't find the murderer, they will use the beggars to explain. Quaid. 'S father is not small in the Brotherhood, they won't just do that."

"And," Taylors looked at Ryan coldly and said:

"Do you still want to wait for them to send the next Quaid? Even if the next leader is not like Quaid, but when he knows that his ex is dead in the hands of a beggar, you still expect him to eat and drink for you And then kneel down, please don’t kill him?"

The words said that Ryan, Coria, and Sinti didn't understand well. The three men blinked and blinked in an unconscious manner.

Tyers looked at the three people's eyes, lowered his head helplessly, and sighed, saying:

"Simply put, we have to escape."

"Oh."

The three children nodded in unison.

Tells shook his head helplessly.

A scene suddenly appeared before his eyes.

There was heavy snow on the scattered streets, a slender figure jumped forward, and he was murmuring himself.

"...So, Weber used his observations and historical materials to summarize the origin of capitalism in Europe as an example. In the book, he said that Lao Ma's economic foundation decided to superstructure, ridicule..."

"Although I don't understand what you are talking about, I feel so powerful."

"Alas... In short, Weber despised the old horse."

"Oh, that's it, then to commemorate Webber, let's eat small hot pot!"

"Obviously you are asking me what class I have today. Can the topic not jump so fast? And why is it so natural!"

"Then it is decided, Korean barbecue! Attack freedom, attack!"

"It's not just a small hot pot-hey, don't push me-what else is attacking freedom-all said don't push me -"

Thales closed his eyes tightly, dispelling the illusion that was coming back from the void.

Recent memory flashbacks have become more and more frequent, and the "past memories" have emerged piece by piece.

But don't be now.

It can't be now.

There are more important things to do now.

Taylors opened his eyes and found that the three children were waiting for their decision.

He stood up and took a deep breath.

"First of all, when there was no one outside, I moved Quaid out of the sixth house. Although it was very heavy, within a few hours, we could not let people know that his death was related to us."

"Then, Sinti, you go and talk secretly among everyone-be sure to secretly. Tell them that there are five spikes loose under the ditch on the left of the fourth house, remove them and cover them with flagstones or something With the remaining two spikes, you can escape from the abandoned house."

Xin Ti surprised:

"You, you found the secret passage in that deep ditch?"

"Secret?" Lane and Coria also seemed taken aback.

Tells said nothing, but patted Sinty's shoulder.

"Go."

Looking at the surprise and admiration of the trio, Tells shook his head secretly.

It was not a secret passage dug by a predecessor who was a great beggar.

The so-called secret way is to use two times a week to beg at the Xicheng Gate, so you can return home at night, holding daggers, tree vines, linens, and corrosives from the pharmacy, secretly dug out in four years of.

It's like the "Redemption of Shawshank" in the Errol world.

As for that legend, it is simply a fantasy.

There has never been a savior, has it?

Thiels patted Sinti's shoulder again. The latter nodded and was about to turn around, but scratched his head and said suspiciously:

"Why tell everyone? Can't we escape on our own? The more people we squeeze, the slower we can escape."

No, Tells said in his heart.

The Brotherhood is not vegetarian. Every street, every road, every corner of the three districts of Xiacheng has their eyeliners. The suburbs of Ximen are also full of their running dogs or people who are afraid of them. As far as the beggars are concerned, even if they escape from the abandoned house, it is difficult to escape from the palm of the Brotherhood.

In the original escape plan of Taylors, it will be another six months before he can fully understand the location and regularity of the Brotherhood's eye line between the third district of Xiacheng and Hongfang Street.

Then prepare the supplies from the sunset bar and the Grove pharmacy, then the possibility of their escape will increase greatly.

As long as you can escape to Hongfang Street, which does not belong to the Brotherhood.

But now, now is simply not the best time.

But in order to survive, they must escape.

Accidents always come suddenly, don't they?

Therefore, he had to escape from the sixth house privately into a collective commotion of beggars.

Only the sixth house is missing, which is too obvious. On the streets at night, the Brotherhood will soon bring back three lonely suspicious beggars.

Secondly, the more people, the slower they escape, but the safer and less conspicuous.

However, to explain these things clearly...

Tells looked up at Sinti, his eyes dazzled the latter.

"Sinti, do you remember our agreement four years ago?"

Sinti froze for a moment, lowered his head, and thought for a moment.

When he looked up, his eyes had become firm.

"Of course." Sinti looked at Tyers, looking at the boy who was shorter than himself, slowly said: "You are responsible for thinking, I am responsible for doing."

Tells nodded solemnly.

"Let's escape together!"

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Yarra Sallyton watched the last guest walk out of the sunset bar with no boredom, then lazily got up and put his glass away.

There are not many alcoholic guests today, especially the brotherhood’s own people, many of whom have been transferred to participate in the “big operation”, even the chef Edmund also carried the machete. It is said that he is going to pay back his personal feelings. debt.

The old guy hasn't been back for a long time.

so boring.

Yara glanced at the clock on the wall at 3:30 in the morning, a little early.

However, the clock was a bit slow.

The clock was very old, and Yara thought that even the rear tank containing Eternal Oil had rusted, and the rust had mixed into Eternal Oil, greatly reducing the work efficiency.

I have to think of a way to get the old guy to bleed a bit and change the clock.

There are so many businesses in the sunset bar, there is no tax officer in the city hall to collect taxes ("For the sake of the king, I will give him two middle fingers!"-Yara), and there is no dull guy to ask Protection fee ("100 copper per person, I can protect your fingers from being chopped off by me, how about?"-Yara), even the purchases are taken from the channels of the Black Street Brotherhood Preferential price ("Nar Rick, you are the accountant, tell these brothers lying on the ground, and also talk to my knife, what price should I give when you buy it, eh?"-Ya Pull), some money, it is always possible to change the clock in the bar, right?

The stingy old guy.

Closing the door and finishing the affairs of the bar, Yara lifted her apron and rag, tightened her short leather pants, and turned off the constant light at the front desk—it was ironic for its inventor to take the name—turned off and went into the kitchen .

Today is a little early. According to the old rules, if you finish exercising, there are...

The next moment, Yara's face became cold and fierce!

She lowered her knees instantly, bent her knees to a position where she could easily exert force, and the wolf leg knife, known as the Black Street, instantly came to her left.

Blade radio is generally flying out!

"Boom!"

The wolf-legged knife was slammed against a wine barrel, leaving only the handle exposed, and the blade still trembling.

"Ah!" a frightened scream of a little girl sounded.

Yarra straightened up slowly, plunged another wolf-legged knife back into her boots, and lit the indelible light on her side.

The dim back kitchen was illuminated by the lights, and a few small figures appeared.

"Yara, that..." Terrified boy terrified by the wolf-legged knife-Tells grinned reluctantly, raised his slightly trembling right hand, and shook unnaturally:

"Hi... it's me."

Yara looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Her eyes were sharp and terrifying, and Coria narrowed her body towards Tyres in fear.

After a few seconds, the bartender suddenly stepped forward.

The three beggars behind Tells took a natural step back.

"I know," Yarra walked to him coldly, pulling the wolf leg knife from the wooden barrel two inches from Tyers' ear:

"Otherwise, I am not aiming at the wine barrel."

Yara flipped her wrist and held a sword in front of him like a demonstration before inserting her weapon into the boot.

"Also, you little devil..."

She was so mean.

Thales was suddenly alert!

The next second, the boy instinctively raised his hand quickly and protected his forehead!

But before that, a slender finger poked hard.

"Ah! Pain!"

The bartender's voice resounded:

"I said it, I'm going to call me-Sister Yara!"

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"When I came in through the back door, I didn't see Edmund, so I wanted to come and see the back chef..."

In the cellar of the sunset bar, three beggars other than Tyers leaned on the marijuana bag holding food, fidgeting, biting **** the white bread in their hands—they hadn’t had such good food in a long time Too.

A little further away from them, Taylors sat on a barrel twice as tall as him, looking straight at Yara Sariton, with her arms in front of her chest and one leg against the wall.

If you switch to a previous life, Tells will probably hold her appreciative eyes, see her from her head to her feet, and then look up at the sky, lamenting the beauty of this world while reminiscing.

As for what Taylors will do in the future... Of course it is to go home on his own, why should he go.

As for now-sorry, he is still young.

"Straight, why come to me." Yarra still had that indifferent look, straight to the subject.

But Taylors is used to it. Since he was in the garbage dump in the back alley of the bar for the first time four years ago, when he met this "big sister" who was only 18 or 9 years old, the other party had always been in this tone and style. .

She is such a person.

he knows.

"Quad is crazy, he killed almost half of the beggars in the abandoned house."

Tells looked solemn, and clenched his fists silently.

Half of the beggars.

Yara's expression moved, first unbelievable, and then her eyes were cloudy.

Fuck.

From seeing these scarred beggars, Yara had doubts about what happened earlier today.

Yara gathered her expression and began to curse Rick in her heart.

This is accountable.

He intoxicated Quaid for...

How dare you.

I actually promised him for those ten gold coins?

Yara squeezed hard.

Half of the beggars.

Just... ten gold coins?

Yara's expression dimmed.

This is not a trivial matter and will definitely anger the Brotherhood.

"No one came to stop him, no one came to save us, we can only escape ourselves." Tells said in a dark mood, and the scene a few hours ago seemed to appear again.

Yara said nothing, but looked at him dullly.

The three beggars in the distance felt the atmosphere here, and the atmosphere did not dare to sip.

Finally, Yara closed her eyes and sighed.

"I know."

"Have you hiding here first. Rest assured, with me in, Quaid's gorilla dare not come..."

In the eyes of the bartender, there was a cruel look:

"If he comes, I will chop down the under him-cough cough-his hands."

Tells pursed his lips, and he stopped talking.

Yara looked at the other three beggars and frowned.

She recognized which ones were new injuries.

Especially the child whose right hand is wrapped in cloth.

Goddamn Quaid.

"When Edmund comes back, I'll let him go find the person above. Quaid does such a thing, he can't escape-this guy, why didn't he die earlier."

And that **** Rick.

Thinking of this, Yara was a little bit interested.

Tells's eyes darkened.

He looked at the three beggars, exhaled deeply, and then looked at Yara.

"Today the Brothers will have a big mission, so the defense and patrol will be lax..."

The bartender took a sigh of relief, lowered her legs against the wall, and stood up.

"You can escape, you must... Alas, forget it, I'll get the medicine, if I want a doctor-wait."

Yara, who was talking on her own, had a voice.

She suddenly realized that Taylors was not right in front of her.

The child was bruised, the clothes on his chest were ripped up, and the sleeves on his right hand were even stained dark red.

"Ghost, what's wrong with you?" Yara asked in confusion.

But Tells didn't answer, but his face grew darker.

and many more.

This little ghost's eyes...

Not quite right.

Yara walked to Tyers and pulled him off the barrel.

The bartender squatted down, holding Tyrs' shoulders with both hands and looking straight into his eyes.

"Little devil, you..."

But Tells remained silent.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yara's eyes suddenly became serious and eager.

At first, Tyers was afraid to look at Yara's eyes.

But in just a few seconds, he adjusted himself, then raised his head resolutely.

He has no choice, does he?

"Yara, Quaid is dead." Tells heard his voice calm as usual, and rang without shaking.

"I did it."

If you have reached this chapter and have not retired, great.

(End of this chapter)