Kingdom's Bloodline Chapter 722

  Everyone was stunned, Glover's eyes moved slightly:

   "So, Lausanne also has a chance to be poisoned to death?"

   "Nearly poisoned to death, just a little bit."

  Paul stood in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the garden outside the window, thoughtfully:

   “The window was broken, but there was very little broken glass in the room, most of it fell out of the window.”

  Everyone was taken aback, only Miranda nodded.

   "I see, that beast didn't break in through the window," D.D came to his senses, "but felt unwell after drinking poisoned wine, broke the window with all his strength, and escaped from here!"

  As soon as this remark was made, everyone cheered and rushed to the broken window.

   "Stumbled all the way, even trampled on the lawn and fence." Mallos looked at the garden downstairs, thinking.

   "That's why the housekeeper and servants woke up early."

   "So, not only did Lausanne II attempt to kill, but he was poisoned and fled all the way. He is in very bad condition?" Glover narrowed his eyes.

   Everyone, you look at me, and I look at you.

   "I'll make arrangements now," Toledo gritted his teeth and turned around, "See if we can follow the trail to find something, if he is really poisoned..."

   "Be careful," Mallos reminded behind him, "We thought he was seriously injured and dying, but he can always surprise us."

   Everyone turned their heads and looked at the crime scene again.

"If you're right, Meera," D.D said with a look of surprise, "it's unbelievable, Brennan, this unarmed old man, he defeated the strong with the weak, and almost poisoned Lausanne II by himself ?”

   "He almost did...something that none of us could do?" Nexi's face was ugly.

  The rest of the people couldn't help but look at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.

   "It's not that the weak can defeat the strong," Miranda shook her head, "This old man is already a strong man, but he doesn't show it on the sword."

   "There is no constant strength or weakness."

   Mallos interrupted them, and also said with emotion:

   "In a duel in battle, the competition is not about the weight and strength of the people themselves, but the ability of each person to adjust the weight and change the strength on the balance."

  He looked at his subordinates:

   “On this point, Brennan clearly has an edge over Lausanne.”

   "But he died," Glover said coldly, gritting his teeth, "Lausanne II didn't."

   "We are not dead," Paul shook his head, "but have we defeated Lausanne?"

   Glover snorted coldly, but did not answer.

   "All in all, this guy is a problem," Nexi frowned, "Maybe Lausanne II will continue to make trouble like this, implicating innocent people until we get rid of him."

   "How to do it? All of us plus one..." Morgan snorted coldly, without going on.

   "And there's enough trouble in the Emerald City," Kong Muto sighed, "We're too busy."

   "There will be a way," Miranda took the words, with a firm gaze, "If, as the Lord said, the strength is not constant, then there must be a way to defeat Lausanne—even if it is us."

   "As long as the balance is adjusted correctly."

  Everyone was silent when they heard the words.

   "Your Highness! Your Highness Thales!"

   Right at this moment, an urgent call came from outside the door.

   "Found it, found it!"

  Everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see Huai Ya, who hadn't seen him for a long time, rushing into Brennan's study, out of breath:

"I found it!"

   "Be careful, real Huaiya, watch your step!" D.D helped Huaiya who was too excited to stand still, "Don't dare to be careless in this room, a wine bottle will kill you, you know!"

  Wyer glanced at Doyle in confusion, but instead of talking about other things, he hastily pulled out a volume of documents and handed them to Thales:

"That's right, Your Highness, what happened in the Emerald City these days, whether it's the murder case or Lausanne, the Blood Bottle Gang or Federico, there are doubts everywhere, I think and think, think and think, think and think, think and think, my head is all I just can't figure it out! So, when His Highness sent a letter to Fuxing Palace, I attached a letter by the way, summarizing my notes and findings, and I planned to ask the knowledgeable people in Yongxing City people…"

   "Knowledgeable? Who? Your father?" D.D asked puzzled.

   Mallos reached out his hand, stopped D.D's words, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

  Thales flipped through the documents sent by Wyatt page by page, his expression gradually changed from doubt to solemnity.

No way?

"So, so the reply letter from the capital came," Huai Ya tried to adjust his breathing, and tried his best to suppress the excitement of discovering the truth, "Ms. Ji Ni didn't say anything, and only attached this dossier with the letter. The past cases in Eternal Star City, and then, I just opened it up..."

"who?"

  D.D's face changed: "Miss Jinny? Are you talking about that terrifying king's love..."

   This time, Glover stretched out his big hand without Mallos signaling, and suppressed D.D's words in his mouth.

   "You're doing well, Wyah."

  Thales put down the file, handed it to Mallos, and nodded to the panting attendant.

   "Zombie, have you done what you were asked to do before?"

   Glover's eyes moved:

   "Yes, Your Highness, if she is sensible."

who?

  D.D rolled his eyes, but his mouth was covered, unable to ask.

"Very good," Thales turned to Mallos, "Thor, I'll give you a list later, ask Ashford butler for help, please invite me all the above people before evening, Or tied up, remember, not one less.”

   Mallos looked at the file in his hand, moved his eyes, and didn't ask much:

   "As you order, Your Highness."

"Now, Xinghu Guards, collect all the evidence, go back to Kongming Palace, and put everyone on standby. Let's set off in the evening," Thales' order was cold and unquestionable, making everyone shudder, "Before that, I have to go Dealing with government affairs, a whole lot of mess, and…”

  Thales stared sharply:

   "Meet our prisoner."

   See if they repent.

  All the guards were ordered to leave.

   "Your Highness, may I ask," Miranda couldn't help but ask, "What are we going to do today?"

  Everyone paused and couldn't help looking at Thales.

do what?

   "Murdering and taking lives, messing up the situation, but no one can control it, doing things recklessly..."

  The Duke of Xinghu looked at the poisoned wine on the table, and then at the morning sun outside the window, narrowing his eyes.

   "He's been bouncing around the Emerald City for so long that I'm sick of it and can't wait to get the balance right."

  Thales' eyes were filled with anger:

   "Tonight, we will hunt - Lausanne II."

  Emerald City, North Gate Bridge, a sparsely populated unnamed alley.

"I know who you are."

  A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sat on a pile of boxes, with a knife stuck in his waist, and a fierceness that shouldn't be seen on his face.

   He stared viciously at a gray-robed man who covered his face and body. The latter stood in the shadows and just looked up at the young man without answering.

   "I heard you died," the young man felt neglected, he jumped out of the box, walked towards the man in gray robe, touching the handle of the knife intentionally or unintentionally, "I was stabbed by one of my own people."

  The man in the gray robe slightly raised his head and smiled coldly. A sharp and resolute female voice came from under the gray robe:

   "The second half is right."

  The young man smiled, with malicious intentions.

   "Ha, I was betrayed by my subordinates and became a dog in the water. Why, now I'm looking for a backer in desperation?"

  The gray-robed man tilted his head slightly, and the eyes under the robe flashed fiercely.

   "Karak," came another gentle male voice, "it won't make you better if you get hurt."

  The boy named Karak changed his face and turned around.

  At the end of the alley, a man walked slowly towards them. He also wore a thick brown robe from head to toe, like an ascetic.

   "On the contrary, you can only show your unique vision by sending charcoal in a timely manner."

  The half face of the man under the hood smiled slightly:

   “And, always and everywhere, be respectful to others.”

  He looked at the woman in the gray robe:

  “It doesn't matter whether the other party is successful or down, whether he is a king or a beggar, a wise man or a madman.”

  The man's words were very calm, and his tone was not sharp, but Karak was embarrassed and stepped aside:

   "Yes, boss."

  The gray-robed woman sneered.

  But the boy endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it:

   "But Boss, you know she's a red turban—"

   "I know who she is."

  The man in the brown robe interrupted him gently.

   "I also believe that she absolutely doesn't want to be called out at this moment," the man in the brown robe nodded slightly towards the woman, "as the masters of this place, we should respect this."

  The teenager is still not reconciled:

   "But we can use her to-"

"Leave a line in life and work, you have to forgive others and forgive others, Karak," this time, the brown-robed man said much more severely, "No one in this world can predict everything. If you want to figure everything out, believe me, There will always be a day when things backfire and your gains outweigh your losses.”

  Karak reluctantly:

"yes."

  The man saw that he was still not convinced, so his tone became cold:

   "Do you remember the last time you didn't listen to me, what happened?"

  Karak shivered, and nodded sullenly:

   "Yes. Boss."

  The boy no longer spoke, just pouted his mouth.

  The man was silent for a while, and finally sighed:

   "Forget it, Karak, I was thinking about what you can learn after staying with the big shots for a long time... Forget it, go ahead, and remind the brothers in front of you that the tricks are bright, and the Emerald City has not been peaceful recently."

  The young man got orders, glanced unwillingly at the gray-robed woman, turned and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

  The gray-robed woman who had been watching from the sidelines sneered.

   "You seem to be a sensible person, which is rare in black silk." She looked at the manager in brown robes, "Leave a thread in your work?"

"I only realized this a few years ago, and I paid a lot of money along the way." The man watched Karak's back go away, and smiled apologetically at the female guest, "As for Karak, he is quite capable at this age. It's immeasurable, but it's still growing after all, and it takes time.”

  The woman observed the man in front of her with great interest:

   "So, who are you?"

   "Me? Ha, a nameless so-and-so, a small person," the brown-robed man shook his head, "I'm helping Lazanzi's boss, running around with unimportant legs."

   "For a person like you, if Fei Suo is only used to run errands," the woman said coldly, her words were full of orders, "then he must be on drugs and stupid."

  The brown-robed man was taken aback for a moment, and quickly bowed.

   "You're overrated. What's more, Boss Lazanzi's business principle is to only sell and not to drink, and his subordinates are strictly prohibited from using their own products," he laughed apologetically, "and I think so."

   Woman raises eyebrows:

   "Ah, I guess you must be his favorite."

  The man shrugged helplessly:

   "For our business, it is better to be 'useful' than to 'like'."

   "Then you should be quite useful."

   "Occasionally useful."

  The man in the brown robe seemed unable to withstand the burning eyes of the guest, he didn't want to talk more, so he had to change the subject:

   "So, respected lady, I heard that Red Adder and Fogg, together with that old monster, set up an ambush and cut off one of your hands?"

  The woman's complexion tightened.

  She stretched her hand out of her robe, pressed the cut of her arm, and said coldly:

   "They can only cut off my hand."

  The man nodded.

   "I admire it. I know a doctor in this area who was revoked because he took drugs while practicing medicine, but he is absolutely reliable. If you need some painkillers, or anesthesia..."

   "I'm a drug addict."

  The one-armed woman is nonchalant:

   "General painkillers and anesthetics don't work for me."

  The eyes of the man in brown robe changed:

   "Oh! Can I ask, what kind of—"

   "'Sunshine'." The woman said indifferently.

  The man in the brown robe turned his head suddenly, his eyes were surprised,

  The woman said coldly:

   "When the 'Dogtooth' Bot was around, he liked to sell this. Until half of the Glorious District fell, green skins and green hats came to intervene...Of course, it has been banned a long time ago. If you find a trace, you will be hanged."

"'Life cannot exist without sunshine', of course, sunshine, I know, I know," the man in the brown robe looked at her with admiration, "Even among the vicious drugs formulated with sellweed, it is the most taboo and the most poisonous drug." Cruel, and you can wean it off...by the setting sun, please take my respect."

   "No, the pain on yourself is the most meaningful."

  The one-armed woman thought of something, her eyes complicated.

   "What's more, whether it's drug addiction or arms, they will always be fine."

  The man did not speak, and the two fell silent.

   "It won't be fine." The brown-robed man said suddenly

   "Huh?" The woman turned her head.

  The man in the brown robe sighed long:

"Believe me, ma'am, even if the wound heals and doesn't hurt anymore, you'll be hallucinating half-dream and half-awake for decades afterwards, as if your arm is still attached to your body, as if your fingers are still throbbing secretly, and your elbow is still alive." Tilting slightly."

  The woman frowned:

   "How do you—"

"So you couldn't help but reach out and touch your hand, everything you once had," the man in the brown robe said in a daze, he slowly stretched out his right hand, revealing a smooth black arm, not like a human body, " Until you wake up and catch nothing in reality."

  The woman in the gray robe had sharp eyes:

   "Prosthetics?"

   "Cheap," the brown-robed man smiled, the palm on his right prosthetic limb stretched and stretched clumsily, "but then again, no matter how expensive the prosthetic is, how can it compare to the original one?"

  The one-armed woman looked at the other's prosthetic limb, remembered something, and gradually lost her mind.

   "That's right," she lowered her head and sighed, "Man, if it's broken, it can never be repaired."

   "But we have to repair it," the brown-robed man shook his head, and put his prosthetic hand back under his robe, "Because no matter how bad it is, there is always a part of us that is, um, good."

  He turned his head and smiled:

"Can not give up."

  The one-armed woman's eyes flashed, but she didn't speak.

   A few minutes later, the woman spoke again:

   "In the black silk, you don't look like you can fight. How did you climb up?"

  The brown-robed man was taken aback for a moment, then he snorted and laughed.

   "I'm sorry," he shrugged helplessly, "you should say: Boy, you look powerless."

  The one-armed woman sneered, and looked at Karak outside the alley:

   "But that kid is so crazy, but he only listens to you."

  The man in the brown robe paused.

"right."

  He sighed deeply:

   "We've been through a lot together... When he was young and I was young, I had a terrible boss."

   "Poor boss," the woman said without moving, "I understand."

  The man chuckled and shook his head:

   "Fortunately, it's all in the past...Karak has a loyal character, and me, I'm lucky, he doesn't hate me very much."

   "But he still calls you the boss."

   "Haha, when I'm drunk, I sometimes call him the boss."

   "You don't look like an alcoholic."

   "Fortunately, otherwise, Boss Razanki will have to tear me down."

   "Are you from this city?"

   "Yes, the city outside the city—by the Crystal River."

   "I have a very good friend who also grew up near there," the gray-robed woman recalled the past, "I heard that the sawtooth fish in that river tastes great."

   "Did you make a mistake," the man wondered, "Sawtooth fish is a sea fish. You have to go southeast, to the beach, and you have to go out to sea to catch it—and the meat is too hard, no one eats it."

  The one-armed woman glanced at him:

   "Well, it seems that you didn't lie to me, you did grow up by the Crystal River."

  The man in the brown robe reacted and laughed uncontrollably

   "Okay. So what are you doing now? Are you on track?"

"died."

  The woman does not change face:

   "Hanged in the poorhouse at the age of fourteen—the rope was tied to the hand of the stone statue of the Sunset Goddess."

  The atmosphere was suffocated.

   "Oh, I'm sorry," the brown-robed man was silent for a while, and gritted his teeth, "Damn the priest of the setting sun, he hides all kinds of filth, even little girls."

   "How do you know it's a priest?"

"At the age of fourteen and above, it is considered an adult, and you can do confession alone...and even if something happens, the priests can still push it to 'you love me'," the man pouted, "even if you go in , it will be locked up for a few years at most, and then released."

   "You are quite knowledgeable."

  The woman's casual words made the man pause slightly.

"I used to have a friend who also came from inside. He is even worse because he is a man and has nowhere to seek justice," the brown-robed man snorted coldly. Human traffickers will not **** you while praying devoutly, calling them the goddess of the setting sun."

  The one-armed woman turned her head:

   "Not bad, you can get so many words out of my set... When I was still in the Emerald City, why didn't I hear about you?"

  The man in the brown robe was taken aback.

   "It's natural. When you became famous and went to the capital to start a business, I just returned to my hometown," he smiled naturally, "The wanderer returns home..."

   At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded at the end of the alley.

  Click, click, click...

  The one-armed woman and the man in the brown robe left the wall together, their faces solemn:

"coming."

  I saw a carriage driving into the alley, and the man who was trying his best to dress up coldly stepped off the carriage, and threw a few copper coins to the waiting Karak:

   "Take it easy, we came by boat and almost threw up - where do we meet?"

   "This is really a surprise," the man in the brown robe laughed, walked towards the man, and opened his arms, "Old friend!"

  The man paused when he heard the words, and looked at the man, avoiding his hug.

   "It's actually you, it's really tm unlucky."

  The man in the brown robe didn't take it seriously, and raised his arm:

   "I'm glad to meet you too, 'Silent Killer' Leyock!"

  The man named Leyock looked at the man's attire.

   "C'mon, it's not a bad job," he said angrily, "Compared to killing people, it seems that selling fans makes more money."

  The man in the brown robe shrugged innocently.

   "This is your manpower?"

  The one-armed woman walked behind him with a cold voice:

   "Why, this kid is the only one who can beat him?"

   Leyock's eyes turned cold.

   "You sound familiar," he passed the man in the brown robe, facing the woman, unconsciously pressing the weapon under his clothes with his arm, "Who are you?"

  But the one-armed woman didn't even look at him, and said coldly:

   "Where's the black sword? Where's Qinza? What about the scimitar and the prison lock sickle? And what about the legendary fourth killer?"

  The man in the brown robe was about to say something when Leyok sneered.

   "If they have to come forward for everything," he slowly approached the woman, "the black street fraternities don't have to hang around on the street."

  The one-armed woman was happy and fearless, and let out a bah:

   "Do you know what you're here for?"

   "Of course, Boss Morris said a week ago," Leyock said coldly, "put an end to the trouble."

  The one-armed woman snorted and laughed, and then became angry.

   "It's up to you? Ha! Did Fei Suo take drugs and be stupid! Or did he know that death was imminent, so he hid himself and gave up on himself?"

   Leyock's eyes flared:

"you-"

   "And this is the person Razanche Feisseau found?"

  The one-armed woman waved her hand unceremoniously, scolding the man in the brown robe next to her:

"He clearly knows better than anyone else how terrible Lausanne II is! Back then, no matter Heijian Qincha or the Brotherhood masters in the early years, they were all defeated by him! You so-called Brotherhood giants were all killed by him You have to go to the end of the world, hide in the sewer, eat **** and drink urine to survive!"

   Leyock frowned, but he quickly recognized the person in front of him, and his complexion changed drastically!

   "Damn it, I recognize you!" Leyok's eyes were about to split open, he drew his knife and stepped forward regardless of the obstruction of the man in the brown robe next to him, "This tm is a phantom blade—"

  The next second, the one-armed woman's robe moved, and the silver light came out of the sheath!

  clang!

  clang! clang! clang!

   In the blink of an eye, Leyock felt the wind of the blade hit his face, and the angle of the opponent's blade light was strange, forcing him to retreat three steps in a row before he was able to block the first round of attack!

   "Yeah! I'm **** Kathleen! The knife **** that black silks everyone wants to kill!"

  Catherine roared and cut again:

   "Do you have an opinion, little boy?"

  clang!

   "Stop! Now!"

  The man in the brown robe firmly held Karak who was eager to try, and roared angrily.

  Katherine and Leyock stopped.

"This is the Emerald City, this is the North Gate Bridge, we are not enemies to each other, we meet here for the same reason," he must be furious, gnashing his teeth, "Even if you don't give me face, at least give it to Boss Lazanche and brother I will save face from the 'wolf'!"

  Laiyoke glanced at him, and finally snorted coldly, retracted his knife and backed away.

   "Your boss won't live long!"

   But Catherine remained the same, and even spit on the spot.

   "Doesn't Fei Suo know that if Lausanne II is still alive for a day, then he will not be safe, and it will be useless to hire two hundred bodyguards!"

  Phantom Blade snorted coldly:

   "Lausanne II will find out what happened back then sooner or later, and he will go to him sooner or later! Fei Suo can't escape!"

  The brown-robed man and Leyock exchanged glances.

   Right now.

   "Of course he knows!"

  Another female voice came from the carriage.

  The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

   "But there is one more person who knows better than Lazanche Feissau how terrible Lausanne II is."

  I saw a bewitching figure stepping down from the carriage, holding Leyok's arm, and not forgetting to glance at Karak next to him, making the latter blush.

  Catherine's eyes changed.

   "Ah, Miss Huaxin, the old fan is willing to come out of the den of the royal capital." She clicked her tongue and looked at the enchanting beauty in front of her. "It was a mistake not to kill you together back then."

   "It's a good thing you don't have one, the tomboy of the Blood Bottle Gang," the new girl smiled coquettishly, "otherwise, who will save you at this point?"

  Catherine sneered:

   "It's weird, knowing that monster is alive, you still dare to come? Don't you know that he hates—"

   "Why don't you dare?"

  The charming girl brushed her hair.

   "If I can kill him once," she interrupted Catherine, her eyes were stern, "I can kill him twice."

  Everyone in the room was stunned.

   "Belicia," the man in the brown robe raised his voice, bowed and stretched out his hands excitedly, breaking the embarrassment, "You are still so beautiful!"

  Belicia glanced at him, first smiled, flaunting her beautiful branches, and then sighed softly, passing by the man:

   "And you're still boring."

  The man in the brown robe straightened up and stood there awkwardly:

   "Ah, it's an honor to meet you too."

  But when Belicia raised his head and looked at everything on the North Gate Bridge, he was also alert:

   Fucked.

  I knew there was something wrong with this trip.

   But who made Morris so determined?

   It seemed that something would happen to the Emerald City in advance.

   just didn't expect...

   "Forget it, let's do it."

  Catherine looked at Belicia's figure, figured out something, and laughed loudly:

   "It's just death sooner or later!"

  The man in the brown robe breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Okay, since we all know each other, I won't waste time introducing you," he smiled and stretched out his hand towards the end of the alley, "Boss Lazanche is ready to entertain everyone, please?"

  Belicia smiled slightly, and helped Leyok to walk forward.

   "Wait," Catherine said suddenly, she looked at the man in the brown robe, "what's your name, the man with the prosthetic leg?"

  The man was taken aback.

  He coughed and lowered his brown hood, revealing one single eye and the other with a dark patch.

   "Dear Boss Catherine," the man smiled and bowed slightly, "I am Nar Rick."

   "Under the name of Lazanche's boss, he is an ordinary accountant in the pharmaceutical company."

  He straightened up.

   "Of course, in your capacity, just call me Gnar."

  Rick put Karak next to him, nodded his monocular eyes with his prosthetic limb, and smiled friendly, reassuring:

   "Be kinder like this."

Chapter end