Kingdom’s Bloodline

It was originally coded as a main text, but after coding, I felt that the plot rhythm did not match, and it was not suitable to be included in the main text to make money, and it was not even considered a side story. However, I felt it was a pity to throw away 10,000 words, so I decided to put it here as a free one. Scrap the manuscript.

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In the cold and damp corpse tunnel, an unarmed but cold man dressed up from top to bottom folded his arms and looked quietly at the deep and ominous dungeon door at the end of the tunnel. He ignored the surrounding guards who guarded the main road and stared covetously at him. The Star Lake Guardians.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen to the beauty.” D.D sat at the broken wooden table and fanned the lamp in boredom. “Our boss is famous for his kindness.”

 “Is that why the Emerald City became what it is now?” The cold man didn’t even look back.

D.D choked on his words.

“So the Emerald City can still be like this,” Paul, who was sitting next to him and taking care of his bow, retorted coldly, “including you, a gangster, and your prostitute.”

  The cold man said nothing, but his eyes were colder.

"Hey, brother, your knife is good, and the curling tip is very small." Diagonally opposite, Morgan was skillfully playing with a strange but sharp short knife. He looked at the guest with evil intentions, "Who made it?" Of? Karachi or Old Gibbon?"

The cold guest ignored him and just stared at the dungeon door.

 The guards of Star Lake looked at each other.

 Unexpectedly, the cold guest looked at the wooden table and suddenly said:

 “You look familiar.”

 “Who? Me?”

D.D, who was looking at him, reacted. He was surprised at first, and then happy:

"You? Do you look familiar to me? How come? Even I don't know that I am so famous..."

 He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, adjusted the corners of his mouth to a perfect angle, and responded to the guests of the Underworld Brotherhood in a generous and friendly manner:

“Well, brother, if you encounter any trouble in the capital in the future, please tell me my name - Waiya Ka..."

 “It’s not you.” The cold man’s eyes remained unchanged.

Guard Officer Doyle silently retracted his outstretched right hand and sat back with an undiminished smile.

“Oh, you don’t look familiar to me…”

Then, if it’s not, then it’s not.

D.D raised his lips angrily and muttered:

Anyway, I don’t want you to take advantage of my reputation.

 The guest’s gaze continued forward, penetrating D.D.

“It’s a pity that I have no impression of you, you knife-wielding gangster.”

Paul Bozdov, who was sitting next to D.D and maintaining his bow, felt something. He glanced at the black lion pattern on his cuffs, hummed softly, and flipped his bow skillfully and delicately:

“Because the famous bow is ‘nisha’, no one will be killed.”

 The guest frowned slightly and looked at the expensive bow in his hand.

very good.

 Paul said silently in his heart.

His words just now were cold and arrogant, and his demeanor was extraordinary.

  Don't give the other party any face.

 Not only did he save the face of the guard, but he also gave this gangster with a bad attitude a severe humiliation.

That's not all - Paul thought silently, clenching his fists secretly.

After coming to the Duke of Star Lake for so long, he finally waited for the most appropriate time. He could openly and without embarrassment use this unique bow passed down from his ancestors with an extraordinary past to answer the reason of the unknown gang member in front of him. It was not artificial, it was more stylish and confident, and it was introduced to the colleagues of the Royal Guard naturally, and then, while they were surprised and shocked, it was spread word of mouth to those who needed to know but had not yet had the chance to know. —such as His Royal Highness the Prince and Lord Mallos.

In this way, he could hint at the Bozdov family's profound heritage and domineering martial arts without any effort, and show how they fought against the enemy with song and tear, and made countless immortal contributions to the kingdom. , a glorious past that has left a strong mark in the history books... At the same time, it does not appear that he is shallow and vain or deliberately showing off, and it can also reflect his low-key nobility and uniqueness.

 Thus gradually establishing his image and impression among the prince's subordinates and colleagues, accumulating prestige and reputation for future use.

 Live up to his father’s instructions and the family’s expectations.

 Decent, perfect, efficient.

 Flawless.

 Paul was concentrating on wiping the quiver with a rag.

It is not wise to maintain a weapon in a dirty, dank abandoned sewer, but it is quite wise to do so in plain sight of everyone.

　　If - of course, just if, if someone can't restrain their curiosity and admiration, admiration and flattery, and can't help but ask about his past, Ming Gong Nisha...

As part of the strategy, he could smile first, be humble, speak kindly, but not reveal too much, just talk about the achievements of the bow after it was passed to him, and then sigh with regret in the eyes of everyone's surprise and respect. , mentioned it casually, saying that he still couldn't compare to the fame of his ancestors, and then kept it secret, saying that, and keeping the rest of the story mysterious...

Those who ask questions must be itchy and tireless in digging. At this time, he laughs it off and admits his mistake, saying that he has no intention of relying on the reputation of his ancestors to show that he is indifferent to fame and fortune. Of course, this kind of indifference is not the kind of indifference of mud-legged people and losers. If you don’t have grapes, you can only say that they are sour grapes. It’s the kind of fake indifference. Because you have a good family background, you have the confidence, you have the strength to make achievements, you have a rich resume, you have extraordinary intelligence, but you have a noble personality, generous and open-minded, so you can see through everything. In the world of mortals, one naturally behaves like a superior, so he is qualified to stand on the peak of life and see all the mountains and small mountains, so he has the power and the qualification to be indifferent to fame and fortune. It is the kind of true indifference that is sincere and without hypocrisy...

 That is letting go after getting it, rather than spreading it out when you are empty-handed.

(Very good, this sentence that just came to mind is quite good. I can add it to the Black Lion family motto in the future. The title of the article is "On Indifference"... No, it is too formal and too formal. It will make future generations suspect that it is deliberate propaganda. Instead of daily quotations, we need to change them to something more down-to-earth, just like talking about homely things, yes, talking about homely things, talking about homely things, then - "Bullshit"? Yes, it would be better if it is shorter, catchy and easy to remember - How about "Bullshit"? Very good, that's it, "Black Lion Family Instructions·Paul VI Chapter·Bullshit"...)

 Paul's lips showed a unique smile that was indifferent to fame and fortune.

Note that he must subtly and without any pretense let everyone understand that there is a difference between true and false indifference, and the difference is very big, very critical, and very fatal. This is very important, and they must not be allowed to misunderstand that it is him. I deliberately wanted them to distinguish between the two types of indifference, because he himself is elegant, humble, self-reflective, and truly indifferent to fame and wealth...

In this way, when they can't get answers from him, but their appetites are whetted, they will try their best to ask each other in various ways during the guard shifts, thus continuing the story of his relationship with the Black Lion family. If the word spreads, it will naturally and smoothly establish the prestige of the family and themselves. For example, they will carefully count the souls who died under the Ming Gong Ni Sand, including which famous historical figures, And each deceased person represents the glorious past and immortal achievements of the Black Lions in the past, and how colorful the kingdom's history books are -

 “No one asked you, shoe shiner.” The cold man said softly.

 Paul's hand wiping his quiver was startled.

He was silent for a while, taking a deep breath in his noble thoughts that were indifferent to fame and wealth.

 Under the curious and admiring gazes of everyone (and under D.D’s curiously stretched palm waving in front of his eyes), the heir of the Black Lion family put away his bow and arrows, threw away the rag, turned around, and no longer looked at the other person.

 As if nothing happened.

 Leng Ao remains the same, and his bearing is extraordinary.

 After all, you can’t shoot unknown people against the sand.

Paul thought nonchalantly.

This is the demeanor of the famous Black Lion family. It is completely different from those mud-legged people who get angry when they disagree - especially his nonchalant attitude is in sharp contrast to the other party's rude words, which will surely make people around him start from it. In etiquette and upbringing, we noticed his humble temperament and noble personality. Of course, this was not his original intention, nor was he deliberately showing off or showing off, let alone distinguishing between high and low, because everything was just revealed naturally...

 “It’s me he’s familiar with.”

I saw Glover appearing behind D.D and Paul. He pushed away the confused Doyle and passed over the confused little black lion:

　　"Lyok—is that your name? Haven't you been beaten enough in the capital?"

The zombie clenched his fists and stared at Leyock warily:

“Don’t worry, I said I will keep your whole body...”

"It's not you either, the big guy with the sword," the Brotherhood's silent killer said coldly, "and it's not certain who will beat whom."

Glover disdainfully replied, so he retorted.

"I mean him," Leyock interrupted, looking past several people and pointing to the end, "Have we seen the one wearing the mask?"

Everyone turned their heads following his gaze and were all stunned.

 In the corner of the wall, a strange man wearing a half-mask slowly raised his head.

 The moment he saw the opponent's figure clearly, Leyock's expression changed.

Although the tattoos have faded, the face has been covered, and even the movements and body shape are different, for some reason, the killer’s instinct to recognize people reminds Leyock:

That person looks a bit like...

 The ghost in the wind?

 What is his name? Ralph? Raph? Rofal?

 But didn't he...disappear in Hongfang Street?

Just like the countless people who disappeared in the fierce battle that was lightly played on the top and flowed into rivers of blood below.

On the other side, the weirdo wearing a mask looked back at each other silently.

 The moment their eyes met, Leyock first confirmed, and then had mixed feelings:

 That’s right, that’s him.

 The ghost that follows the wind.

The most popular young superpower among the former Blood Bottle Gang.

 The most difficult character in "Twelve Strongest".

His body movements are strange and he appears and disappears.

Having a bad personality.

When Leyock was young, as the "Thirteenth General" of the Brotherhood, he once regarded the opponent as an imaginary enemy, and practiced countless killing moves to deal with his supernatural powers behind his back.

It is a pity that in the inexplicable "One Night War" in Hongfang Street, their encounter ended hastily, with only the harsh words of "Let's fight another time".

That was the last time he saw Sui Feng Ghost.

Thinking of this, Leyock couldn't help but sigh:

Whether it’s the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood, the Twelve Strongest, or the Thirteen Generals, how many of those street ruthless people who were as young and ambitious as him back then, whether their opponents or their own people, are left now?

How many more can he remember?

I wonder what kind of majestic or even better nicknames are given to the new generation of people who want to stand out in the streets and alleys nowadays?

 Twelve divine generals? Thirteen Demon Kings?

Thinking of this, Leyock instinctively wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

Opposite him, the person with the superpower who in his impression was extremely noisy and liked to use words to disturb his opponents, also remained silent at this time, as if he didn't want to say more.

 “Is it you?” Leyock took a step forward, “Why don’t you speak?”

The masked man's eyes flickered, and he moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The guards looked back and forth. Some were confused, some were curious, and some looked like they were watching a good show.

 “Well, actually...” D.D scratched his head.

 “Young lady’s suit is so close, it’s a little black silk!”

Glover interrupted them uncharacteristically. He stood in front of Rolf with a violent face and savagely said:

 “No one knows you bastard...unless you want to be beaten?”

 Lyock frowned.

Seeing that Glover's attitude was clear and the Star Lake Guards were advancing and retreating as one, even though his colleagues around him didn't know what was going on, they all cooperated with him to get up, pressing their weapons with unkind expressions.

This is…

Leyok's face darkened and he looked around.

He suddenly realized that his former rival in the gang was now standing naturally among these noble guards with extraordinary bearing or gorgeous clothes.

I see.

Leyok stared at the weird man wearing a mask and smiled.

 In other words, not only did this superpower not die in a gutter, he was also lucky enough to get into a big shot and became the **** of the green ones—no, it should be the blue ones, those noble people sitting behind desks.

 No wonder the Phantom Blade dared to be so presumptuous during this trip to the Emerald City.

"Yes," he stepped back and raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, "I saw it wrong."

The Silent Killer narrowed his eyes:

 “Mistaken him for someone.”

Rolf’s fingers trembled.

The people then loosened their weapons.

Leyok looked at Rolf in the crowd opposite and sneered in his heart.

"Who? Who did you mistake him for?" Niexi came over curiously.

"none of your business?"

 Glover turned around suddenly and yelled at Nexi.

"Just a dead friend of..." Leyock shook his head, folded his arms disdainfully and leaned back against the wall, no longer looking at Rolf, "It's not important anymore."

I think so, of course.

This **** is now a shoe shiner for big shots, and he has a good reputation.

As for those days of fighting for your life in the streets, bullying and dominating the market...

Haven’t you seen him pick out his tattoos and even put on a mask?

The Silent Killer figured this out and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

That's right, after a successful career, who doesn't want to say goodbye to that dirty **** and cut off from the ugly self? It's best not to mention it again in this life?

 What’s more, we are still encountering enemies from the past.

Then it is normal for him not to want to talk to him or even pretend not to know him.

 The ways are different, and the best result is to forget each other.

Leyok shook his head lightly.

 It doesn’t matter, it’s just a dog-leg.

If he was still hanging out on the streets, with Sui Feng Gui's bad character, his life would be at risk one day, or even worse, he would end up with disabled hands and feet and be bedridden for the rest of his life.

 Either you give up on yourself and feel sorry for yourself, or you struggle in pain and lose all your dignity.

Leyok felt depressed when he thought of Mertesa accompanying the old woman to guard the abandoned house.

 Perhaps this is...everyone has his own destiny.

 But at this moment, Rolf suddenly reached out and put his hand on Glover's shoulder.

In the surprised eyes of the zombie, the mute pushed him away without any doubt, moved forward, and slowly walked towards the Silent Killer.

 Until he stood before Leyock.

“What, you want to fight?” Leyock said disdainfully without raising his head, “Then give me my knife back first…”

Rolf suddenly reached out and took off half of the mask on his face.

From the chin to the throat, the hideous and ugly scars of flesh and blood were exposed in the air, clearly visible.

 Including Leyock, everyone was stunned.

"you…"

Leyock unconsciously put down his hands and left the wall, surprised.

He frowned and looked at the pits on the other person's neck, which were obviously horrific scars that were torn violently with irregular techniques and healed in an even more rough way - most likely using a soldering iron to stop the bleeding.

 “Your neck…”

Rolf pointed to his throat, shook his head, and made several unpleasant groans.

At that moment, the Silent Killer reacted from the shock.

He stared blankly at Rolf at this moment, looking at the mask in his hand, with mixed feelings.

 “It’s strange…”

On the other side, D.D, who was watching, saw Rolf’s actions, covered his mouth and whispered:

“The mute is obviously very sensitive to the wound. He shields it tightly and gets in trouble with anyone who mentions it..."

 “Isn’t it you who is mentioned the most?” This is Paul holding a bow and arrow with an expressionless face.

“That’s to desensitize him as soon as possible and get him out of the haze! Do you think his attitude is much better when he meets the stupid Cohen again? At least he no longer grinds his teeth..."

 “Because half of the hatred has been transferred to you?”

 “This is called sacrificing the ego...”

"Have you talked enough?" Grover turned back coldly, his sharp eyes forcing everyone to tremble.

The next second, D.D, who was watching the silent confrontation between Rolf and Leyock, suddenly changed his expression. He put his arms around Paul beside him and pulled him outward without any explanation:

“Ah! By the way, little silly lion, what do you think your bow and arrow are called? Nisha? Wow, that’s so cool! What’s the origin and story behind it? Tell it to everyone...”

The surrounding fellow guardsmen were attracted to their attention and gathered towards them.

Paul was frightened and angry. He struggled to get rid of D.D's pull but hesitated to speak.

Yes, he really wants to... No, it's not that he really wants to, it's definitely not that he really wants to... It's just that he might accidentally reveal a little bit of Nisha's reputation and family heritage to everyone, thus Let everyone naturally carve their impressions of him and the Black Lion family into their cognition...

but not…

 Not in this case…

 It should not be left to this fool...

"Hurry up, don't be stunned," D.D approached him, patted his bow and arrow, and whispered, "It doesn't matter, I will cooperate with you. Even if this broken bow has no story, you have to blow it up and blow it into an arrow to kill the gods. The main purpose of this magic weapon is to divert everyone's attention from staring at the mute side..."

 Broken bow…

 Paul's breath caught in his throat.

Damn it, the famous image he has managed to cultivate and the personal fame he plans to spread...

 “Hurry, this is for the guards...”

“D.D.,” Bozdov’s heir looked at Doyle sadly and gritted his teeth, “Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid?”

 “Whether it is or not!”

Doyle looked serious:

 “You must act stupid at this time!”

Snapped!

 The next second, a pair of big hands fell on their shoulders.

 Zombie heads squeezed in.

“Quickly, tell a story. Now, brag as powerfully as possible to attract everyone here.” Glover stared at the shocked Paul without any objection, with a gloomy expression on his face, “This is an order.”

Paul's expression was stiff.

So next, under the double offensive of one soft, one hard, one strong and one weak, Paul could only tell the story of naming Gong Nisha with a look of despair on his face, to his fellow guards who had their ears pricked up but still couldn't help but turn around frequently. Let us count the souls who died under its arrows, which famous historical figures they include, and which of the glorious past and immortal achievements of the Black Lion in the past dynasties each deceased person represents, as well as what they represent in the history books of the kingdom. What a colorful stroke...

"...In the past, in the Castle of Heroes, the Bozdov family had a rebellious son. He was not good at swordsmanship and was fond of shooting bows and arrows. He was neither understood by his family nor had a famous teacher to teach him, so he ran away from home in anger... At that time, Thornslayer King Tormund III was in court, and under his command was a powerful man at the peak of the Western Continent who was known as the "Sun Shooter". promise…"

On this side, the Silent Killer did not listen to the chatter about the Bozdov family’s past and D.D’s applause and shouting. He just stared at Rolf’s throat and hesitated to speak.

 “I see…but you, how did you…”

Leyok gritted his teeth.

 Damn it, what should he say at this time?

 Should I say "You really deserve it" or "You're so unlucky"?

Or, as Belicia taught, when you see an old acquaintance, no matter what happens, you will say "You have changed so much" or "You haven't changed at all"?

 Damn it, none of the words are right.

Will Belicia work?

As a killer and thug who takes jobs, he is not good at words, let alone small talk, except for harsh words.

At this moment, the situation is delicate, and the Silent Killer is even more at a loss, unable to speak.

Not to mention that the other person was not his friend—he couldn't even remember the mute's full name.

 The next second, the former ghost with the wind pulled up his trousers, revealing a pair of legs with a metallic luster below the knees.

 After seeing everything clearly, Leyock's eyes froze.

“This is all... the night we fought on Hongfang Street?”

 The Silent Killer said softly.

Rolf shrugged. "Did our people do it? Cinza? No, so cruel... Was it Anton?"

Rolf chuckled and shook his head.

 It would be great if it was really the Black Street Brotherhood.

Then he can be regarded as a war injury or even a work-related injury. It is a medal left behind for fighting for the club, and he can be regarded as a gang hero...

  No, only the kingdom has heroes, only good people who do the right thing can have heroes, and only people who live under the sun can be heroes.

It's an underground gang, let's just call it a good guy.

If you survive, you can at least have an influence in the Blood Bottle Gang and have your own territory?

Rolf’s eyes were in a trance.

 “It wasn’t the Brotherhood that did it, that’s...oh.”

The Silent Killer thought of something and kept silent.

  Sometimes, fate’s tricks can make no sense.

At that moment, Mertesa, who was guarding the abandoned house, flashed before Leyock's eyes.

That guy...was once one of the so-called thirteen generals, right?

Leyok nodded blankly:

“So you disappeared, or at least never came back—Knife bitch, I mean, Kathleen didn’t get you justice, at least compensation?”

 Hearing the familiar name, Rolf seemed not to have heard it and remained motionless.

Leyok thought of Mertesa again, frowned and waved his hands:

 “That’s it, it’s not important, I don’t want to know either.”

Rolf was suddenly very grateful to him.

The mute lowered his trousers and shrugged nonchalantly.

Just like that, Leyock and Rolf, two former street enemies, stood in front of each other, facing each other quietly, with a subtle atmosphere.

"...The female ranger dressed up in a smart costume couldn't help but think of the 'Nishi' as a group of corrupt officials, raised her hand and fired an arrow...Although Nishi's arm was strong, the female ranger was more accurate, and the two of them aimed arrows at a distance of thirty Fa, you come and I can't tell the winner... Seeing that the two sides are fighting with real fire, life and death are about to be decided. An arrow flies from the end of the sky, deafening the sky, and breaking the bowstrings of the two at the same time... Both of them were shocked, The person who came was none other than the archer of the sun himself—the nephew of the knight squire Lykos..."

 Amidst the noisy background, Leyock spoke first.

"My dead... friend," the Silent Killer murmured, as if talking to himself, "actually he was quite lucky."

Rolf smiled.

　　Yes, very lucky.

  But in the deepest darkness, light and luck are useless.

 You also need to be strong and tenacious.

  And a little bit insignificant, but crucial... light.

“You know, that dead friend and I still owe an unfinished fight.”

Rolf raised his eyes and clenched his fists unabashedly.

Leyock shook his head and said quietly:

“But now I’m thinking: What was the point of that fight?”

Rolf was startled.

 What was that fight for?

 “A piece of land?”

 “A little fame?”

 “A gang?”

Leyock said quietly:

 “Can’t swallow a breath?”

 “Or…fight for the sake of fighting?”

The other party's words made Rolf also fall into deep thought.

"...After seeing the decisively worded farewell letter, Count Lion and Knight Lykos realized that their so-called duel for love was self-righteous and meaningless, and was contrary to the teachings of their ancestors... This love triangle finally ended without a problem. , the two men, who were both enemies and friends, never saw the shocking Leisen again, who dared to love and hate, which made them dream... But Ma Gong'Nisha' has since been passed down in the Heroic Soul Castle, and Bu Gong' The Duanchao stayed in Yanbi Port, but the short bow Jingli followed the ranger Leisen and disappeared from the world... The three bows were lost, and one of the three veins was missing, so the world would never have the chance to see it again. The three disciples of the Sun Shooter fulfilled their oaths and competed to prove that they are the orthodox heirs of the unique skill of 'Sun Shooting Bow' and the best handler of the divine bow 'Blocking the Sun'... let alone challenge with it. The legendary anti-demon force from the north - the Demonic Bow 'Unmoved', avenges the sun shooter with one arrow..."

On the other side, Paul’s gritty and listless story was coming to an end. He could no longer cover up D.D’s overly enthusiastic applause, and everyone left the venue one after another.

 “Now I’ve figured it out.”

Leyok smiled in relief.

 “It’s a bad fight just for the sake of fighting, so let’s not fight.”

After the words fell, Leyock showed no regrets and turned around to leave.

I don’t know why I was beaten...

 A bad frame.

Rolf watched the Silent Killer's back go away with mixed emotions, and then turned back.

 He threw the mask on the table and made a few gestures to Glover (who had recovered from the history of the Black Lion family).

Glover frowned repeatedly, but luckily D.D jumped out of nowhere to save him:

"What's the matter Rolf? What do you mean? What do you want? Food? Drink? Shit?"

Rolf glanced at him and sighed.

 “That’s not what he meant.”

Unexpectedly, the person who answered the call was actually Glover.

"No, I'm not sleepy yet, I can still work for a while," Glover shook his head, "I'll change my shift later."

Rolf was silent for a while, hummed indistinctly, and turned towards his bed.

 “Hey, mute.”

 But Glover stopped him and pointed to the table:

 “You forgot the mask.”

Rolf stopped.

 He looked at the half of the mask left on the table, remained silent for a long time, and then made a few gestures to the zombies.

D.D's eyes lit up, he repeated Rolf's gesture, and was about to translate enthusiastically, but saw Glover snorting disdainfully:

 “What are you sending me for? I don’t wear a mask.”

 No mask?

Rolf didn’t respond, just looked at him deeply.

　　Seeing the strong personality of Glover, I felt very frightened.

 The next second, Rolf made another gesture.

"All right…"

Glover frowned, grabbed the mask, and looked at the buckle on it.

 “Then I’ll...find a corner and throw it away?”

Rolf waved his hands indifferently and turned to leave.

Glover put down his mask, looked at the mute’s back, and hummed disdainfully:

“Tch, with that dignified appearance on your face, all the kids are walking around...What’s wrong with you? D.D?”

I saw D.D, who was watching the whole thing from the side, dancing and dancing but didn’t say anything, and his jaw opened in shock.

 "You...he...he...you...you...when...when..."

D.D turned his head back and forth, looking at Glover and then Rolf, in disbelief.

"What's wrong? When? What time?" Glover said impatiently.

"when…"

 Doyle took a deep breath and finally calmed down his shocked expression.

 “No, it’s just...hey, forget it.”

Doyle retracted into the corner and hugged his knees, sniffed, and said sourly:

"fine."

 Looking at Glover, he was confused.

At this moment, footsteps came from deep in the tunnel.

Everyone was alert, and Paul even arranged his appearance and became serious in response.

What if His Highness the Prince wants to come out for a walk...

 “Hey, such a big battle?”

Soon, everyone was attracted by the person who came - she was a graceful beauty, followed by Miranda with a frosty face.

 “Keep your eyes where they should be!”

Miranda's cold voice sounded, causing the men with staring eyes to shudder and turn their heads.

Belicia covered her mouth and chuckled when she saw this.

"I'm not just talking about them, ma'am," Miranda said coldly, her hand pressed on the hilt of the sword and never relaxed, "I was always very polite when I invited you here, so don't make me regret it."

Belicia raised her hands and turned her wrists:

 “Otherwise?”

 “Otherwise it will be your turn to regret it.”

Miranda doesn’t mince words.

Belicia raised her eyebrows.

 “Also, let’s highlight the trick, the little madam in black silk!”

At this moment, Glover, who had been sullen since Belicia appeared, suddenly spoke:

 “Stop causing trouble on Hongfang Street, and it will affect... well, the entire industry.”

Um?

 The entire industry?

This sentence was quite inappropriate and ruined the atmosphere. Everyone turned to Glover with strange expressions.

The zombie seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and could only turn his head and cough.

“Oh, this good man,” Belicia smiled, “So, you often go to Hongfang Street?”

With D.D behind him, he turned to his colleagues and mouthed "I think so too" silently.

“Then why didn’t you come to the ‘One Night Encounter’? I must know that my little flowers like you with a delicious figure and domineering temperament... Well!”

Miranda pressed Belicia's shoulders, causing the former to groan.

"enough."

She grabbed Belicia, but looked at Glover who looked unnatural:

 “Ma’am, this is not the occasion to solicit business.”

　　The latter stared at Belicia for a few times, and then turned back angrily.

At this moment, Leyock appeared in the passage ahead and looked at Belicia:

 “Dear, what’s the problem?”

 When he saw Miranda holding Belicia's hand, his face turned cold and his knees slightly bent.

Seeing the movements of the Silent Killer, the Star Lake guards all looked wary and pressed their weapons.

The atmosphere was not right. Belicia, who was in a bad mood, was about to speak, but Miranda behind her exerted force on her hands, causing her expression to change slightly.

"We don't have a problem, right," Miranda said softly, warningly, "Honey?"

Belicia felt the hands on her shoulders gradually tightening and smiled reluctantly.

“Of course, your lord is very easy to talk to…Ouch!”

 “Which sir?”

Miranda put more pressure on her hands and remained calm.

Belicia’s eyes flashed coldly and she was silent for a while.

 “I remember wrongly, there is no adult.”

 There are only little kids here.

Belicia added in her heart with resentment.

Miranda said with satisfaction:

“By the way, my lord asked you to bring a message to Maurice and Lancer: He will remember this favor.”

Leyok frowned, but Belicia said in confusion:

 “What, which sir? What favor?”

Miranda stared at the innocent-looking woman for several seconds, then nodded and let her go.

“Don’t worry, you cool girls in the North, I know the rules.” Belicia moved her sore shoulders and chuckled disdainfully.

 I have been through many battles in this battle.

Miranda nodded:

 “Very good, I’ll send you out right now.”

But Miranda immediately realized something was wrong and frowned warily:

"how do you know…"

 “Know you are from the north?”

Belicia smiled disdainfully:

 “Isn’t it true that the fashion trends of the upper class in the royal capital are all good now?”

Miranda's eyes were dark.

On the other side, Lyock took back the confiscated sword from the malicious Morgan and stood beside Belicia.

But Belicia's smile suddenly disappeared, and she looked in the direction of the dungeon:

 “What will happen to him?”

This question is confusing, and everyone behind him is confused.

 “He will pay the price.”

Miranda answered without hesitation:

 “For what he did in the Emerald City.”

 Belicia motioned to Leyok next to him to calm down, while squinting at Miranda:

 “Can everyone do it?”

 “Everyone can.” Miranda was extremely sure.

"That's wrong, you cool girl wearing gloves," Belicia was silent for a while and then said with a disdainful smile, "I dare say that there are some people in this world who don't have to and are destined not to pay the price."

Miranda did not answer.

Belicia glanced at everyone here: D.D., Glover, Rolf, Morgan, Niecy, Paul, Cuesta...

 “Someone…”

Her eyes flickered, half-smiling but not smiling, as if she had endless unspoken words:

"some people."

For some reason, her calm eyes and indifferent attitude made the battle-experienced guards inexplicably nervous.

 Even more vigilant about Leyock than before.

“It’s really hard to make some people pay the price, harder than others,” Miranda snorted, “but trust me, they will.”

  Regardless of whether the cost is visible or not, whether everyone is satisfied...

Miranda pressed the hilt of the sword with a vague look in her eyes:

 “They can do it.”

Leyok sneered disdainfully: "Even your boss?"

Miranda's expression changed:

 “Especially him.”

Belicia smiled, looking forward with deep meaning.

I saw her standing straight, her left hand behind her back, her right hand raised up, pretending to take off the non-existent hat, and then bowed deeply to everyone, making a curtain call at the end of the performance, and then turned around in a smart and neat manner without looking back. Leave.

Leyok remained silent. He took one last look at Rolf in the crowd, and then left.

Miranda pursed her lips and followed calmly, her palm never leaving the hilt of the sword.

The guards all let out a sigh of relief, but then looked at each other with strange expressions.

strangeness…

How could they, the mighty Star Lake Guards, the capable men under the Second Prince, be afraid of a bitch...

 “Have you seen enough?”

Paul was the first to speak. He looked coldly at D.D. beside him:

 “Your neck is almost stretched out.”

Doyle clicked his tongue and pulled back his neck without saying anything.

"But she is indeed very charming. Didn't you stare at the beautiful Mira in a daze before..."

Paul suddenly coughed heavily, interrupting D.D.

 “This, this is different,” Paul said unnaturally, “She is...is...”

 “Is she a bitch?”

D.D said leisurely:

“So what you care about is not being pretty, but being a bitch?”

Paul turned to glare at him.

 “What, I said something wrong?” D.D looked innocent.

"snort."

After staring at the other person for several seconds, Paul snorted disdainfully, shook his head and left:

 “Doyle…”

"Yep."

D.D shook his head and followed him nonchalantly:

 “Doyle.” (End of chapter)