The children's statements were not difficult to string together. In their minds, Thales was the hero who defeated Quide. Thales made up an excuse and lied to them, saying that Jala would arrange everything. No matter who asked, he would insist that Thales stabbed Quide's neck from behind. That way, once the storm died down, they would be safe.
"They can't catch me," Thales said with a smile.
Coria and Ryan, who were four and eight years old respectively, had little doubt. In their eyes, Thales was always omnipotent.
Only Sinti was slightly doubtful when Thales left. However, the transmigrator managed to make him keep the promise of "you think, I'll do it".
Then, it was time to go … Bah, bah … Time to go.
When he waved at the children nonchalantly and stepped out of Sunset Pub's back door, Thales felt that there was still a hint of sadness in his heart.
'I won't be able to take care of you in the future, children.
I hope my luck is good. We'll meet again in the future. '
'What a heavy farewell.
'After all, I've stepped forward bravely. It's a little bleak … Huh?'
Thales widened his eyes and looked at the expressionless Jala. She swung her long legs and overtook him from behind while fully armed.
"Hey! Aren't you supposed to stay in the pub and take care of the three of them? Without you, they — "
"Don't worry, I hid them in the secret room and left a note for Edmund."
Jala, who was wearing a dark gray tight suit, pulled down a pair of transparent goggles from her forehead and put them on. She then pressed down on Thales' shoulder with a displeased expression and squatted down beside him.
"But —"
"No buts! Brat! "Jala interrupted him in an unquestionable manner.
"Since you've decided to bear the wrath of the Roda Family alone and go to Red Street Market to try your luck, I should at least send you on your way."
Jala patted the Wolf Limb Blade on her boot.
"Besides, the Brotherhood's hidden sentries in XC are not something a seven-year-old brat can avoid. Even if I tell you everything in detail a hundred times, you won't be able to get past me."
Thales stared at Jala dumbly. After a second, he squeezed out a sentence.
"But Red Street Market is at war —"
"Don't waste any more time. Get on, let's go!"
Jala did not waste any more words, nor did she bother to explain. Her arrogant expression forced Thales' hesitation back into the depths of his mind.
But, come up? From where?
Thales looked at Jala, who was kneeling on one knee. The short-haired and valiant sister's tight-fitting clothes accentuated her already hot body, making it look even more shapely. Her chest was even … Ahem. If he sat on her arm and clung to her neck, wouldn't that be … When he thought of this, the prince lowered his head in embarrassment and rubbed it.
Boom!
"Ah! It hurts! "
Jala fiercely jabbed the center of Thales' forehead with her finger again, causing his worldview to be shaken!
As if she had seen through Thales' thoughts, Jala fiercely pulled out her Wolf Limb Blade. She glared at him with a look that said, "I'm not to be trifled with."
"Stinking brat! Stop thinking about those messy things and get on my back! I'll carry you! "
—
The moon gradually sank into the west, but the sky had not yet brightened.
However, this bit of light was still as bright as day to Reidmore.
Most of the elites have gone to Red Street Market today, so the Lord is keeping an even tighter watch on us. This is the last intersection to Red Street Market. "
'It's also the first intersection the Brotherhood will pass through when they retreat,' Reidmore thought quietly.
As a professional hidden sentry, Reidmore hid behind the corner of a dark alley. From his angle, he could clearly see the crossroad leading to Red Street Market. However, there was no one there because of the curfew tonight.
His companion, another hidden sentry of the Brotherhood, was behind him. He was also vigilantly observing the other corner.
"No problem. I'm in perfect condition. Not even a black fly can fly over, and not even a gray centipede can crawl over," his companion said darkly.
"Very good. My period of vigilance is almost up. Later, I'll go and change shifts directly with Nasri. He should have woken up an hour ago."
Reidmore nodded at his companion. Remaining vigilant and observing, he left through the hidden alley.
The moment he left, he was suddenly stunned.
Just now, he seemed to have felt that there was something in the empty alley opposite him.
No, impossible. His ears, eyes, and nose had all been trained by Sir Lance. He could even recognize psionic abilities such as changing colors and refracting light. If there was an intruder, as long as it did not have a rare combination of psionic abilities (such as mental influence), it would not be able to escape his sight and hearing.
But he still decided to take a look.
When Reidmore returned from patrolling the opposite alley, he was finally at ease.
It was probably because his period of vigilance had passed, and he was hallucinating.
He shook his head and went back to change shifts.
Behind Reidmore, a short-haired woman in black tights walked out softly. There was a child lying on her back.
She looked at Reidmore's back, then lowered her body. She tapped the ground lightly with the tip of her foot, and quietly but quickly leaped out of the alley towards Red Street Market.
They were naturally the female bartender, Jala, and the escaped beggar, Thales, who were heading towards Red Street Market.
"Before dawn, before the long night ends, normal people's defenses and nerves are at their most relaxed. Even an ordinary student from the Wang Li Military Academy would know this. "
For some reason, Jala could still speak even though she was running.
Thales clung tightly to Jala's back as she shuttled through the alley at an unprecedented speed. She moved as fast as the wind, but she made no sound when she landed.
Thales, who was clinging to Jala's neck, could only close his eyes and press his head against the back of Jala's neck. His nose was filled with Jala's body fragrance, and he had no idea where he was.
But Jala's voice still traveled clearly into his ears.
"So, one of the Six Powerhouses in charge of the Brotherhood's intelligence gathering, the 'Sleepless Eye' Kobion Lance, trained a special group of hidden sentries, the 'Sleepless'.
"It's not that they don't sleep, it's just that their schedules are different from normal people.
"I don't know the exact number of them, but all of their schedules are staggered. They start at dusk, start at dusk, start at dusk, start at noon, and start at dawn. There are all sorts of times. That's why Lance's hidden sentries are able to work in shifts to ensure that every hidden sentries on duty are at their most energetic and vigilant. Lance calls this the 'alert period'. "
"From their senses to their experience to their cooperation to their tracking, Lance has trained them to be better than the police station's purebred Rudo police dogs.
"They have a team that is in charge of the headquarters. During the day, they blend into the crowd in disguise. At night, they turn into hidden sentries to observe and monitor all the key entrances and exits in XC.
"The two people we passed by just now should be the last sentries of the 'Sleepless' in front of Red Street Market."
Thales did not speak.
He was already shocked by Jala's stealth skills.
Reidmore was not the first Sleepless they passed by.
Every time Jala leaped to the Sleepless' sentry position, she would switch from running to walking slowly. What surprised Thales the most was that Jala's movements entered an extremely strange rhythm. She quietly crept behind the Sleepless, hiding her shadow and body in the blind spot of the Sleepless' vision at the same time (sometimes, it was the blind spot of two Sleepless' vision), and all the Sleepless did not notice them at all.
What Thales did not know was that Jala was also very surprised by his performance. From the beginning to the end, even if he was following behind a Sleepless, even if the Sleepless could see them if they turned around, Thales still did not move. His heartbeat was steady, and even his breathing was barely discernible.
For a seven-year-old boy's control, this was obviously a little too outstanding.
Of course, if Jala had not used the strange rhythm of her movements to perfectly cover up Thales' breathing, he would have long since heard the 'barely discernible' breathing he thought he was breathing.
But this was already very difficult.
'This child is indeed not an ordinary person. Is it a psionic ability or a bloodline? Or is it a combination of both?
It can't be that he was born with it, right? '
Thales' original plan was to let Jala lure away these hidden sentries. This was the first time Thales heard about these 'Sleepless'. His previous estimation of the Brotherhood was still too shallow. He also had to take the risk of exposing himself. Now, it seemed that he had underestimated this female bartender. She was not only agile and knew how to use a knife.
"We're here."
Thales reluctantly slid down from Jala's back at a corner beside the intersection. He slid down gently from Jala's back.
Before his eyes was the Red Street Market at night. The scene of him meeting the noblewoman there a few days ago was still vivid in his mind.
The area and volume of Red Street Market was not smaller than Black Street. As the name suggested, it was a famous place for seeking pleasure in the Western District. In fact, there were quite a number of nobles, ranging from dignified dukes who visited Eternal Star City to lords who could not be seen in public in the outskirts of Eternal Star City. They would either conceal their identities or brazenly come to this place. They would have some voluntary or involuntary relationships that surpassed friendship with some adorable and confused young girls or boys. Of course, this was the tacit understanding between the nobles of Eternal Star City and Blood Bottle Gang over the years.
Tonight, Black Street Brotherhood's hand reached here.
Unfortunately, what welcomed this hand was a sinister trap.
"The situation is not good," Jala said in a low voice.
Thales could see this as well.
The road to the entrance of Red Street Market was littered with corpses. Some had severed arms, some were decapitated, some were twisted, some had intestines spilling out, and some had ribs turned outwards. Blood dyed the Red Street Market dark red in the dark.
From a distance, there were at least thirty people lying on the ground.
Even Thales, who had just killed someone, could not help but take a deep breath when he saw the corpses all over the ground and the various ways they died. He tried his best not to think about it.
Faintly discernible sounds of fighting could be heard from afar.
Jala calmly stretched out her hand and pressed it on Thales' shoulder, forcing him to squat down.
"I think the last time I killed someone was before I met you," Jala said. Her tone was a little lonely.
Thales could not see her gaze behind the goggles, but he suddenly felt that Jala was a little stern.
"Brat, from now on, you owe me a favor."
Thales was stunned. He saw Jala stretch her hand to touch the knife on her thigh.
Then, the female bartender used an extremely soft voice, like a mosquito's buzz, to warn Thales.
"Don't speak, don't move.
There's a real elite up ahead. It's not like the sentries of Sleepless. "
Thales' hair gradually stood on end. He was a little dejected as he did not even dare to breathe loudly. He had wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cross Red Street Market and escape from the Brotherhood, but if there was already one at the first stop … Sigh, he was still too naive.
In the next second, Jala suddenly took out a thick black cloth from the left side of her abdomen and gently covered Thales' mouth and nose.
"Use this to breathe and cover up the sound."
Jala did not say much. Her expression could not be recognized because she was wearing the goggles. She slowly pulled out the knife from her thigh.
Thales pressed the black cloth on his mouth and nose tightly. 'This is really good stuff. I don't feel any difficulty breathing under this black cloth, and the original sound of breathing is also covered up.
If this was in a game, it would definitely be a high-grade equipment with "Sneak + 20"!
Thales automatically ignored the faint scent of Jala's body on it.
But in the next moment, Thales could not relax anymore.
"I found him."
He only heard Jala say that.
Then, she shot up like lightning, stepped on the wall beside her, and pounced towards the pile of corpses at the intersection like an arrow released from a bow!
The only thing that was faster than Jala was the Wolf Limb Blade she threw.
At that moment, Thales, who was breathing through the black cloth, was surprised to find that among the thirty or so corpses, there was a corpse whose intestines had been turned inside out. It moved a little.
* Clang! *
A cold glint suddenly shot out from behind the corpse and knocked the Wolf Limb Blade off course!
But the second Wolf Limb Blade was already in its owner's hand, and it was charging towards him with Jala.
She held the blade in a reverse grip with her right hand and instantly slashed at the corpse!
* Clang! *
Thales recognized the sound in front of him. It was the sound of a sharp metal blade piercing into flesh.
But before he could realize what had happened, he felt his vision blur. He saw a figure stumble out from behind the corpse. Then, a rapier fell to the ground with a clang.
Jala had already landed lightly on the ground. She pressed her left hand against the ground, and the blade in her right hand was covered in blood.
The figure that had jumped out from behind the corpse had already fallen to the ground, swaying.
She did not move.
The female bartender picked up the Wolf Limb Blade that had flown away with a backhand and quietly stood up.
In just a few short seconds, Thales' jaw almost fell off as he watched.
Thales knew that Jala was very strong.
But other than when he slaughtered a dog in the past, it was not until today, when he saw her swiftly ambush and kill people, that he truly understood how strong the female bartender was.
Thales still did not make a sound, nor did he move.
He vaguely felt that at that moment, Jala was even more solemn.
"What an eye-opener. Among those in the ordinary class, you should be considered an outstanding assassin, right?"
As the voice rang, a huge, bald, and ferocious man walked over from afar. He held an exaggerated spiked mace with five sides. He did not even look at his comrade who had already died at his feet. He only stared at the female bartender in the middle of the corpses.
"You also know that your Brotherhood is finished, right? Everyone is in the trap, and all of you have been wiped out.
"Our mission was to be on guard, or intercept any possible reinforcements from the Brotherhood. But we never thought that the dignified Black Street Brotherhood would only send a little girl with a blade."
The huge, bald man walked under the setting moonlight. For some reason, Thales could clearly see his face in the deep darkness. It was a man who was missing half of his nose. His nostrils were terrifyingly protruding, and he looked like a skeleton.
Thales suddenly recognized who he was.
It was the bald Sven.
The head of Blood Bottle Gang's shady business.
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