Kingdom’s Bloodline

 “Federico said almost the same thing.”

 In the dungeon, Lausanne II sneered:

“Turnbull led the Blood Bottle Gang, got involved in the internal strife of the Kevin Deere family, and was implicated in causing disaster—and so on.”

 His choice ultimately led to the fiasco on that rainy night.

Belicia frowned slightly, and then sneered:

"Then I guess that the exiled prince who is familiar with the 'truth' must have told you that the old gang leader was originally a subordinate of Viscount Sonar. He was loyal and loyal, and was attacked by the old Duke, and his reputation was ruined?"

 The killer snorted and did not deny:

“Of course the young master has selfish motives.”

 Whether it’s bringing down your cousin.

 Still, I have to clear my father’s name.

 As for which of the two is more?

Probably even Federico himself doesn’t know.

From being an aristocratic to being a traitor, from being well-dressed to being homeless, from being high-spirited to being miserable, the young master has been locked up in a dark room without windows for too long, and has come into contact with all kinds of monsters in human skins. Too much, too deeply immersed in the underground prison filled with blood and fragrance, and even the mind is not normal.

He could only convince himself over and over again in his evil murmurs day after day:

 Both are one and the same.

With power in hand, justice can be found.

 When you find justice, you gain power.

 “But you still chose to cooperate with him.”

Belicia watched as the expensive cigarette that she threw to the ground was soaked in dirty water, became damp, softened and turned black.

 Lausanne II was silent for a while.

“Those vampires who persuaded him to join them.”

 Have tried both soft and hard ones.

 The new ‘father’ I found for the young master is said to be of high status.

Belicia frowned:

"join in?"

 Lausanne II closed his eyes.

“And in such darkness and despair, not everyone has the courage to reject them.”

 Reject the temptations of immortality, youth and freedom.

 Refuse to abandon the frailty of being a human being.

 Refuse the opportunity to forget the pain with numbness.

 Refuse to start over in a second life.

Lausanne II looked at his broken right arm, and saw clearly the countless small irregular flesh buds shaking back and forth at the fracture, his eyes blank.

 “That young master, he is one of them.”

 The killer said softly.

Belicia was stunned.

She took a deep look at the killer, understood the meaning between his eyebrows, and sighed softly.

"But you don't believe him, especially the part about Turnbull?"

 After hearing these words, Lausanne II was silent for a long time.

“Do you still remember the old gang leader and what kind of person he is?”

Belicia, who was deep in thought, reacted, and her eyes immediately turned cold.

"Of course," she said coldly, not hiding her malice and disdain, "a dead man."

 Lausanne II hummed indifferently and shook his head.

 “No, he is a wicked man.”

"the wicked?"

Belicia was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud:

"Those who have gotten into our business, from resisting fraud to committing murder and arson, who is not a bad person? Feisuo, Maurice, Cenza, Anton, Knife Bitch, Fogg, Red Viper, including you and Black Sword... "

 “They are not qualified.”

Lausanne II interrupted her coldly:

 “At best, he can be considered a bad person.”

Even Black Sword is a vicious person who takes life and death lightly.

 “He alone.”

 Under the woman's confused expression, Lausanne II's eyes froze.

　　　【There is not wine in the bottle, only the blood of the people. 】

  Turnbull.

 The vampire killer spoke softly:

“Only Turnbull can be called the ‘evil man’.”

 A villain whose pride and vanity are mutually exclusive, self-esteem and inferiority reflect each other, ruthlessness and shrewdness coexist and grow together.

 Abominable evil.

 Evil evil.

 The evil of the devil.

Belicia was silent at first, and then snorted disdainfully.

"But if you know how this 'evil' is like today's Kathleen, she started out as a street gangster, climbed up the high branches of Kevin Deere's family, begged for their mercy, and then gradually rose up the Blood Bottle Gang - "

 “Worse.”

 Lausanne II interrupted her again.

 “Before he made a fortune, he was not a scoundrel.”

 The killer has a serious expression and seems to think this point is extremely important:

 “But a criminal.”

The crime is more serious than the crime.

 The blame for the crime cannot be met by the punishment.

 Lausanne II said silently.

Belicia didn’t reply, but the disapproval on her brows was clear: So what?

In the entire Blood Bottle Gang and even the Black Street Brotherhood, among the numerous people, is there anyone who is not a criminal?

 The only difference is whether he was caught or not.

“The order is not right either.”

 “In what order?”

“In the past, the biggest backer behind the Blood Bottle Gang was not the Emerald City,” Lausanne II recalled the past, “but most of the bosses in the gang who kept their word were from the East China Sea.”

Belicia was startled: People from the East China Sea?

“The most profitable businesses, whether entering or leaving, go through the seven ports on the East China Sea.”

Lausanne II said in a deep voice:

 “Until Turnbull changed everything.”

 Belicia's expression changed.

"What's the meaning?"

“It means that the old gang leader didn’t get to the top of the Blood Bottle Gang because he relied on the Kevin Deere family…”

Lausanne II said slowly:

“It’s the Iris family, they saw it, they saw Turnbull, they saw this hopeless evil man…”

 Seeing him in the chaos before and after the Bloody Year, he was able to root out dissidents...

Look at him fiddling with power in the boundless fire that is sweeping the kingdom, making progress step by step, getting bigger and bigger...

“…seeing him leading the Blood Bottle Gang, miraculously getting rid of the control of Langtang Palace, and giving up his dependence on Hui Harbor.”

 The killer narrowed his eyes:

“They made up their mind and threw an olive branch to Turnbull and the Blood Bottle Gang.”

Only after many years did he dare to put the dominance of the underground world back into the hands of the Duke of South Bank.

 From another family no less equal than theirs.

 Get back the largest illegal business in the kingdom.

 Let the three-color iris, which has been dormant and declining since the time of the wise king, grow once again.

 The dungeon was completely quiet.

“I lived through those days and I know what kind of person Turnbull is.”

 Lausanne II’s voice was calm:

“Yes, in order to survive, to be safe, and to achieve his goals, he has never hesitated to turn to backers like Kevin Deere to seek shelter and support from the powerful.”

 When necessary, he will not hesitate to beg for mercy and act low.

 Be willing to be used or even discarded.

 “But trust me.”

 Lausanne II raised his eyes.

“In the entire Blood Bottle Gang,” the killer said coldly, “no one despises those big shots who are born noble more than him.”

 It is not jealousy and jealousy.

 It is not a deep-seated hatred.

 Not actual hatred.

 But contempt.

 From the deepest part of the soul—contempt.

 A beggar can hate the king, but he cannot despise the king - no matter how much he claims that he does not care about what the king has.

 Only another king, or even a higher being, can truly speak from the soul...

Contempt the king.

Belicia's expression changed, and she fell into deep thought.

“Therefore, I know that he will never easily get involved in what you call a noble infighting, or even choose sides and become a pawn, let alone charge and die for the interests of any big shot.”

That's not his... habit.

 Lausanne II remembered something and clenched his remaining fists:

"Because he is too shrewd and sophisticated."

He knows very well how to assess the situation, how to control the situation, how to bend and stretch among various powers to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, and how to deal with and protect himself in the fatal struggle of power - whether facing the sun sword, shield, or three-color iris.

 The killer sneered:

“Even the more chaotic and chaotic the situation, the more he can smell opportunities, make the right bets, and profit from them, soaring upward—”

 Speaking of this, Lausanne II suddenly paused.

He found that Belicia was chuckling and laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

 Belicia shook her finger and glanced at him.

"I was thinking that as a murder tool that you may not see him a few times a year as someone who collects money to do things, you unexpectedly know him well."

 Lausanne II was silent.

yes.

  But that’s why.

 Precisely because he was Turnbull's murderous tool.

 Precisely because he is only useful when killing people.

So he knew clearly when and for what reason Turnbull would decide who to kill, including how.

 Whether to make a prompt decision or to wait for the time to act.

 A breath of anger is still a deal.      Killing the enemy in front of you is still a potential threat.

 Is it clean and tidy or grand?

 There is no better way to understand a person, especially a wicked person.

but…

“I knew him before he became rich,” the vampire killer said quietly, “much earlier than you think.”

 But it’s not something to be proud of.

Belicia didn't pay attention to the complicated emotions in this sentence, and just snorted coldly.

 “The Black Street Brotherhood.”

 Lausanne II’s eyes moved.

“There are countless gangs like this popping up across the country every year. In the end, they either die, disperse, or surrender to the Blood Bottle Gang.”

Belicia said coldly:

"But have you ever thought about why only the Brotherhood, which had just made its fortune back then? When they broke up with the Blood Bottle Gang, they not only survived the most dangerous years, escaped several crises of destruction, but also took root in Yongxing City. It has grown so much that you have to kill people yourself?"

 Lausanne II frowned slightly.

 He raised his eyes from the damp and smelly ground and looked at the woman.

“You said that I had at least two chances to kill Black Sword, but you informed me of them both times…”

 “Yes, but why?”

Belicia interrupted him unceremoniously:

“At that time, the Blood Bottle Gang was very powerful, and Turnbull gathered a large number of warriors with supernatural powers. On the other hand, the scum of the Brotherhood, even now, are neither reliable nor popular.”

She narrowed her eyes:

“I was a **** who only knew how to play with men, so what’s the point of risking my life by venting to them?”

 Lausanne II was stunned.

Belicia changed her tone and gave a malicious guidance:

 “Or, whose order did I receive?”

The vampire killer didn't react. He just stared blankly at this old acquaintance with complicated emotions.

“It’s true,” a few seconds later, Belicia lowered her head and sighed as if she was regretful, “you said you knew him very well.”

he.

 At that moment, Lausanne II's breath froze.

Looking at the other party's seemingly cunning, but actually cruel eyes, he understood something.

 “Turnbull.”

 He spoke softly.

Belicia chuckled, turned and paced.

"You also said that no one is smarter than him, and no one is more sophisticated than him," the woman's voice was still steady, but her expression was subtle and complicated, "Then you should know that in order to achieve his goal, he can do anything. What an incredible thing.”

 Lausanne II was speechless.

"Obviously, that smart old wall lamp believes that in the eyes of the big shots in Kongming Palace, if the Blood Bottle Gang, as the Black Gloves and the Bloodhounds, wants to survive and thrive, and wants to continue to pick out bones from their hands, then One company can’t be the only one, it can’t have smooth sailing, and it can’t be without competitors.”

 Competitors who are predictable and more controllable.

"But you know, those who work in this industry are either forced by life or have numerous criminal records. They are all the most unlucky guys at the bottom of all walks of life. How high can their quality be? What qualifications do they have to join the Blood Bottle Gang and Kevin Di? Your family’s black glove competition? Will it fall under the eyes of the big shots? "

Belicia blocked the light, took out another cigarette and brought it to the light.

"So in those years, those opponents who were indulged or even indirectly supported by the old gang leader, from the Spice Gang to the Iron Bat Club, from the Blade Bandits - you should be familiar with them, some of them were killed by you - to the Yankee gangsters, all kinds of Most of the illegal gangs of criminal thieves who claim to challenge the Blood Bottle Gang are pursuing profit and short-sightedness. They gather and disperse, and then gather together..."

 The cigarette was lit, and Belicia's eyes were sharp.

"And not one of them has gone as far as the Black Sword, or as far as the Brotherhood."

 Hold up through the right blows and injuries from the Blood Bottle Gang.

 Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

"Yes, Turnbull, he created the Black Sword, created the Brotherhood," Belicia rolled her wrist and took a puff of cigarette gracefully, "created your destined opponent."

 And his own tomb.

 Lausanne II remained silent for a long time.

 Belicia was not in a hurry, she just stood by the wall and smoked silently.

 “I paid him back.”

"Um?"

 The voice of Lausanne II rang out in the darkness, without any ripples:

"The second pursuit failed. I reported to Turnbull and admitted that it was my poor execution that made Black Sword inexplicably alert and managed to escape."

 That’s not true, it was a big fluke.

Belicia laughed loudly.

"Then I guess, the old wall lamp must have been in disbelief at first, with a solemn expression on his face, gritting his teeth and smashing a cup, then he took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and finally laughed passionately? Did he also pat him generously? Your shoulder, telling you that he doesn't mind, after all, who never misses a job? Maybe, maybe he will pretend to be generous and give you all the promised reward, saying that he believes that as long as you work harder and harder, If you take it back, you will definitely succeed? Hahahaha, I might even ask you if you want to stay and have dinner together. By the way, how do you get along with me? Maybe there is a woman in my heart, and I am no longer good at drawing swords. Do you want to change? Niuer will warm your bed? Hahahahaha..."

 At the end of the sentence, Belicia laughed so hard that her flowers trembled.

 Lausanne II said nothing.

Even though he couldn’t see it, in the endless laughter, the vampire’s **** senses made him clearly perceive:

 Tears were seeping out of the woman's eyes and flowing gently along the smile lines on her cheeks.

 “He should have told me.”

 The killer whispered.

With your temperament, will you still cooperate with him in his acting and play this "liar to you" game with him?

"Don't be too sad," Belicia stopped laughing, her tone was playful but her expression was cold, "I only found out later - he usually doesn't say too much to bitches."

 “Is it a Duke or a Viscount?”

"What?"

"Since you said that Turnbull got burned because he was involved in the internal strife at Iris," Lausanne II took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, "then you, or everyone who betrayed Turnbull and me, Who were you bribed by, and whose instructions were you given?"

 He frowned:

"Who wants Turnbull dead? Wants me dead? Wants the entire Blood Bottle Gang to fall apart?"

“Is it the Duke of Leinster or the Viscount Sonar? Is it the elder brother or the younger brother? Or some other force we don’t know?”

 The sound of footsteps sounded.

Belicia walked gently and came into his sight.

 The cigarette burned slowly in her hand.

"You know Turnbull so well," the beauty in front of her opened her red lips lightly, showing off her charm, "What do you think?"

Losanne II looked at her half-smiling expression and fell silent.

　　　【There is no king in the country, just a tyrant. 】

 The next second, Lausanne II tried his best to turn his gaze and look at the metal lock on his chest.

 At the joint of the lock, the engraving of the fleur-de-lis is faintly visible.

 Lausanne II sighed lightly.

"I lived in seclusion at that time, but I still remember that the Duke of Leinster and Viscount Sonar had discord. At first, they just had political differences and there were occasional frictions."

 The killer recalls the past:

“Later, due to various misfortunes and accidents, their grudges became deeper and deeper, so that they gradually drifted apart, and eventually the city was full of troubles and tensions were at war.”

 He closed his eyes gently:

 “Those are not accidents, right?”

 Just like the Emerald City now.

 The woman did not answer immediately.

"I have no idea."

Belicia said softly:

"All I know is that Sona Kevindhir was the first to break the tacit understanding and convention. He used his shady resources - including the Blood Bottle Gang - to interfere in political struggles, influence the city's governance, arouse complaints and spread rumors across the country to smear him. Brother, to question his governance.

“In response, the Duke of Leinster fought back ruthlessly. He not only ruthlessly suppressed the Viscount’s supporters, but also once tried to evacuate Gonghai City and directly return a series of privileges—including supervising the Blood Bottle Gang—to the Duke’s throne.”

 Just like the Emerald City now.

A complex internal fight that cannot lift the table or draw swords, or use force or blood, but involves multiple forces and back-and-forth games in the endless undercurrent.

 Lausanne II suddenly smiled.

"Turnbull must be very happy: the Duke and the Viscount are fighting to the death, but they are both vying for the support and allegiance of him and the Blood Bottle Gang to increase their bargaining chips," he said numbly, "After the Year of Blood, he has not been there for a long time. I have experienced such years of passion and being valued so much.”

Belicia also laughed.

"Of course," the woman blew out a puff of smoke disdainfully, "after all, he is standing there, standing in the center of the stage, holding the key that affects the scale."

 The vampire killer thought of something and suddenly looked towards the exit of the dungeon.

Hand holds the key that affects the balance.

 Like...the Emerald City now.

 “But the game code is used to achieve balance.”

Lausanne II said quietly:

 “Instead of breaking it.”

 But if the owner of the balance discovers:

 The slide is broken and loose, and it cannot stop at the balanced point no matter which way it slides...

Belicia chuckled and raised her head:

 “You do know him.”

 One reason to understand, everything to understand, Lausanne II understood something.

 That’s it, old Turnbull.

 Lao cauldron.

 Old gang leader.

 Old friend.

 Old rival.

 Old benefactor.

 You are indeed true to form, not taking sides.

However…

 “Tell me, Belisia.”

 A few seconds later, the killer spoke calmly, no longer feeling the anger and pain he had before.

"Back then, there was internal strife in the Iris family, and the Duke and Viscount brothers were at war with each other. The entire Emerald City and even the South Coast Territory were affected, and the national economy and people's livelihood were affected."

 Lausanne II had an expressionless face:

“Turnbull, the old leader of the Blood Bottle Gang, is he ambitious enough to stir up trouble and start the war with his own hands..."

He looked dimly:

 “Or is it just a coincidence that the opportunity comes, so you just follow the trend and add fuel to the fire?”

 The dungeon was quiet for a long time.

 “Is there a difference?”

 After a long time, Belicia finally spoke.

 “When your ship sails into a storm…”

 The woman throws away the cigarette butt:

“Do you think Muhai Girl will care whether you are a good person or a bad person, and you are the one who steers the ship..."

Belicia’s eyes were cold:

 “Is it still ballast on the bottom of the ship?” (End of this chapter)