In the Western District of Eternal Star City, a carriage that was simple and inconspicuous but had cost a fortune to build drove through the stone road. It turned into the next intersection on the bustling street.
"This is Linhe Street. Red Street Market is just down the road. Look, it's right there."
Kommodore's voice came from the driver's seat through the small window in front of the carriage.
However, Thales was not affected in the slightest.
"Your Highness …"
Little Rascal, Imperial Conference, Secret Intelligence Department, Anker, Gu …
In the bumpy carriage, the prince, who could not return to his home, pondered gloomily. He was not in the mood to admire the view of Eternal Star City's streets outside the window.
Whether it was Renaissance Palace or the Secret Intelligence Department, whether it was the king or the Black Prophet, depression and unhappiness were his main themes today.
But what concerned the youth the most was what Anker Byrael said before he fainted.
[Hold on to your sword.]
Thales subconsciously clenched his fists, but he realized that he was unarmed and his palms were empty.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at his left hand.
But he could only see the scar on his palm.
"Your Highness?"
Thales only snapped out of his daze when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.
In the carriage, Glover nodded at him and let go of the prince's shoulders.
"Are you sure we want to do this? Red Street Market? "Kommodore turned his head around from the window outside the carriage.
"If Officer Mallos finds out …"
He had a troubled expression on his face.
Glover's expression did not change, but his eyes expressed the same concern.
Thales adjusted the collar of his newly changed clothes and sighed.
These people.
Even if he had the title of Royal Guards or Star Lake Guards, even if he was the second prince cum Duke of Star Lake, the second most respected person in the country …
However, be it Kommodore or Glover, or even Doyle who had the best relationship with him at the moment, they still had doubts about him, right?
As for Mallos …
"You're right, then …"
Thales remained silent for a second before he turned his head and shouted towards the empty window.
"Do you have any objection, Mallos?"
Glover and Kommodore were both stunned.
"Mallos? What do you think? "
He knocked on the wall of the carriage and pretended to listen for a while.
"Looks like …"
The prince turned his head around and looked at the stiff Glover and the resigned Kommodore. He spread his arms in regret.
"He has no objections."
Glover's eyebrows twitched, but he did not say anything.
Kommodore could only put on an unnatural smile and turn back to drive the carriage.
Their carriage slowly entered the main road of Red Street Market, joining the other carriages and passers-by.
Outside the window, it immediately became lively: greetings, hawkers, soliciting customers, cursing, and so on.
It drew Thales' attention from the past back to reality.
If one did not look at anything else, Red Street Market was probably no different from the other affluent parts of the Western District: wide main streets, neat houses, alleys that extended in all directions, and crowds of people jostling each other.
However, the number of entertainment venues here was unmatched by other places: taverns, hotels, gambling dens, theaters, street stalls and roadside shops that specialized in 'good stuff'. Of course, there were also the various' clubhouses' that Red Street Market lacked.
As he stared at the street outside the window, Thales could not help but feel a little dazed.
When he was still a child beggar, Thales had snuck into Red Street Market more than once to 'look for business'. Of course, it was in the evening, when it was busier and safer. It should be known that beggars were as sensitive to fixed territories as cats and dogs, gangs, and even countries, even if they were just trying to make a living under different gangs.
But at that time, the child beggar Thales was mixed in with the crowd. He was either pushed around, bullied, or looked down on.
This was the first time he sat in a carriage and strolled around Eternal Star City as a normal citizen, or even a noble guest.
Kommodore lifted the reins and whipped his whip. His work experience of protecting important people had given him the skills to drive a carriage. He shuttled through the streets, ignoring the small brothels and even the prostitutes in the surrounding area. He went straight to his destination.
Along the way, they met many men. Some of them welcomed and sent them off with great enthusiasm, some of them were new arrivals and were at a loss, some of them were impatient when they called out to their friends, some of them were shy and reserved, some of them were dressed simply and furtively, some of them were dressed fashionably and acted elegantly, some of them were rushing around with important matters, and some of them were strolling leisurely and laughing.
There were also many women on the street. There were procuresses with fake smiles, women who were busy washing, female workers who were covered in dirt, female servants who were in a hurry, poor girls who dressed up like boys and ran errands all over the street, noble women who came to take their husbands home with anger written all over their faces. There were even noble ladies who sneaked out of their carriages and hid behind handkerchiefs and fans as they looked outside with flushed faces …
Thales and his carriage blended into the crowd. It was inconspicuous and did not stop along the way. Soon, it drove into the central area and entered a group of houses with luxurious decorations and shining signboards.
"Hey, sisters, we have guests! Look at that carriage, it's made of good materials! "
The Sin of Hell's River surged, and a delicate voice instantly entered Thales' ears.
"Go and put on your makeup! Tighten your corset! "
"Oh my god, what kind of perfume is this? Go and wash up!"
"Damn it, who took away my sexy lingerie?! That's a secret handmade design by Zavak tailor! "
"Be more heroic. Delicate beauties are no longer in fashion nowadays. Everyone likes tough ones …"
In an instant, the three people in the carriage were like bees who had strayed into a bush of flowers. They bumped into the most eye-catching scenery in the entire Red Street Market — all kinds of beauties.
Thales subconsciously gulped.
"This carriage, it must be some young master who sneaked out …"
"It's too early, it's not even evening yet. Looks like he's in a hurry, hehehe …"
They were all over the houses on both sides of the main road, under the porches, on the balconies, in the alleys, behind the windows, hiding in every corner that one could not notice but that was clearly there.
Most of them were in the prime of their lives, and they were beautiful and alluring.
"He must not want others to know that he came at this hour … Heh, let me guess, he's someone who likes to swallow swords …"
"Then let's wake Tony up?"
"No, he served three men last night. His front and back are hurting, he can't even walk. Let him sleep for a while …"
"Then, then I'll tighten the bandages and change into men's clothes?"
"Bah, men's clothes are easy, but do you have a lower part?"
"How do you know I don't have one? Maybe it'll be bigger than his! "
"Then … let me try first? Hey — "
"Oh, you're really coming. Let go! I'll scratch you to death, you little b * tch — "
"Hahaha — fake, we'll never become men!"
"Hmph, so what? I'm pretty good like this. Besides, the men here aren't as big as us …"
"Is that so? Let me see, maybe I rubbed them until they were big?"
"Hey, you're still … Ah, it took me a lot of effort to tighten the strap of my underwear!"
Thales blushed as he listened, trying his best to keep a straight face.
Some of them were elegant and noble, some had seductive bodies and sexy temperaments, some were seductive and captivating, some looked pitiful and delicate, some were charming and enchanting, some were dignified and elegant, and some were as cold as ice.
Some of them revealed their true faces in a flash, earning the guests' attention and cries of surprise. Some laughed and covered their faces as they shrank back, evoking sighs of anticipation and disappointment. Some wantonly hooked their fingers lightly, stirring up the fervor and madness of the men.
"Maybe it's that lover of yours? The one who gave you the family emblem and said he's coming to marry you? "
"You're so annoying …"
"Hmph, just another heartless man who's greedy …"
"Or a silly old man who's been blinded by love?"
They were like the beautiful elves in the forest in fairy tales, hiding here and there, appearing and disappearing. Sometimes they appeared, sometimes they were mysterious, sometimes they were passionate, sometimes they were cold, sometimes they were affectionate, sometimes they were indifferent, sometimes they were pure and holy, and sometimes they were flirtatious, making the hearts of the spectators itch.
It made people want to give up everything, follow them, get to the root of the matter, see their true faces, enter the room, and kiss them …
* Slap! *
Glover extended his hand out of the driver's seat and slapped Kommodore, who had his head raised in a daze and forgot about his business. (It also shocked Thales, who had his horizons broadened.)
"Sorry, ahem." Kommodore touched the back of his head, which was in pain, and said awkwardly, "I've been here a few times.
Of course, it's because of official business. I've been here a few times. This is just the beginning in the afternoon. It'll be even livelier at night … "
"Second-class Protector Kommodore," Glover said coldly. He moved in front of the carriage window while he was at it and blocked a beautiful young lady who was winking at Thales gently from the second floor.
"His Highness still has matters to attend to."
"Of course, of course …"
Kommodore apologized sheepishly. He turned his head to look at the few "locals" who surrounded them once the carriage slowed down.
"No, we don't need a tour guide, we don't need introductions, and we don't need … Hey! Don't tug on my reins! Alright, take this money and stop bothering us! "
The protector sent away the hospitable "local escorts" in exasperation.
Obviously, Kommodore did not lie about this. He was indeed not good at this kind of situation.
The carriage continued to move forward for a while, took a few turns, and passed by a group of hot-blooded young nobles who were commenting on different ladies and beauties.
'Look at them. They're so confident, frivolous, and comfortable.'
Thales said to himself in silence.
'I'm not like myself.
I'm still young, but there's already a heavy burden on my shoulders, and I'm bound by it.
I'm really lethargic. '
The teenager laughed bitterly in a self-deprecating manner.
They drove out of the lively area. Kommodore then stopped the carriage by the side and pointed at the other end of the street.
"Look, that's the 'One Night's Romance'. It's located at the front of the core area of Red Street Market. It's in a good location."
Thales craned his head out.
What appeared in his line of sight was a luxurious and grand house with people coming and going.
The brokers outside the house fawned over him, and they were extremely passionate. The madams on the stairs waved their handkerchiefs and smiled delightfully.
There was no need to even mention the beauties at the windows and balconies. They could be said to be charming, and they were as beautiful as flowers.
'That's the … clubhouse that Felicia opened?
'One Night's Romance?'
But for some reason, the teenager felt that it was strangely familiar, but also a little unfamiliar. '
"It's a little new." Glover frowned as he observed the exterior of the 'One Night's Romance' building. He voiced his puzzlement.
"It doesn't fit in with its surroundings."
Kommodore sent away a broker who wanted to come forward and introduce some business to him. When he heard this, his eyes lit up.
"Of course, it was rebuilt on the ruins of an old chess room."
The former police officer was in high spirits.
"Six years ago, on a certain night, two gangs fought for the right to protect Red Street Market. They fought until their eyes were bloodshot. Those sons of b * tches even brought out Eternal Oil. The sound of the explosion even alerted the chief garrison officer of the capital."
Thales' heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
He stared at the newly built clubhouse and compared it to the roads around it. He slowly confirmed his memories.
'No.'
'Six years ago, it was not the explosion caused by Eternal Oil that caused this building to be rebuilt.'
He supported himself against the wall of the carriage and told himself in his heart.
'No.'
Kommodore noticed that the prince had an unusual expression on his face. He hesitantly opened his mouth to speak.
He spoke hesitantly, "Before we get down from the carriage, may I ask why we are here, Your Highness?
"We can't really be here … to look for a woman, right?"
Glover sized up the situation around him warily, but his ears subconsciously turned towards Thales. It was obvious that he wanted to know the answer as well.
"Of course not."
Thales smiled mysteriously.
"I just need to confirm something. Something that is not necessary to spread.
Even if it is to Mallos.
Do you understand? "
The prince stared at Glover in the carriage and Kommodore in the driver's seat seriously.
Perhaps it was because of their statuses, or perhaps it was because of their aggressive gazes, but both of them looked at each other and nodded in the end.
"Alright, you are the master. I have no right to comment. But if the fact that we came to Red Street Market is known by others … "
"Gian, trust me," Thales said to Kommodore in resignation.
"You are not the first person to be worried about this.
And I have been lectured for an entire day because of this. "
Kommodore hesitated for a long time. In the end, he still buried the words "Then, did you not learn your lesson?" in his heart.
He jumped down from the driver's seat and opened the door for Thales. He then focused on the rather promising task of accompanying the prince to run away from home and seek pleasure.
"No."
Glover extended his hand in time and pressed down on Thales, who was about to get down from the carriage.
"We cannot go there directly. It is too obvious, regardless of whether it is His Highness' age or our temperament."
The zombie stared at the crowd coming and going on the street warily.
"We will be recognized …"
Kommodore quirked his eyebrows and put away his expression that said, "I am the protector here."
"Oh, they have already recognized us."
Thales was puzzled. Glover looked at him.
The former police officer pointed at the street with a habitual expression.
"I am not talking about His Highness' status … but this is Red Street Market. All the people on the street, regardless of whether they are child beggars on the street, doormen of clubhouses, coachmen, or helpers in pastry shops, have been living in Red Street Market for a long time. Their eyes are sharp, and they have long recognized that this is a carriage from a wealthy family."
Glover's expression was solemn as he thought quietly.
But Kommodore changed the topic, and he became relaxed.
"But you do not have to worry too much. Many nobles and children of officials will come here to seek pleasure. Of course, it will be livelier at night … In fact, I am willing to bet that Protector Doyle is definitely more familiar with this place."
Thales exhaled. 'If only Doyle was not whipped.'
Kommodore tried his best to dispel the duo's worries, but Glover still looked wary. He did not let down his guard at all.
It was as if after he entered Red Street Market, he turned into a suspicious beast.
Thales looked at their expressions, quirked an eyebrow, and nodded.
"Alright, but we might as well keep a low profile."
The prince stuck his head out of the carriage and pointed at the One Night's Romance, which was located diagonally across the street.
"When we go in, can we not cross the main road and not go through the main entrance? For example …" Thales looked at the street, which was bustling with activity and filled with customers.
"Go through the back door?"
Kommodore scratched his chin.
"Theoretically, we can go around to Lower City District and enter Red Street Market from another direction. Then, we can go through the back door. This way, we can avoid the crowd, but I strongly suggest that we do not do this."
Lower City District.
Thales frowned, while Glover's face was filled with suspicion.
"Even though the security of Western District and Lower City District is under the responsibility of the Western District Police Station, forgive me for being straightforward, but their jurisdiction and authority only goes as far as Red Street Market. Among the five police stations in Eternal Star City, Western District has always been the worst. There are scum everywhere, and they collude with each other. Every year, a few corrupt police officers and patrol members will be caught."
Kommodore put on a disgusted and disdainful expression.
"Especially Lower City District. I am not doubting our ability to protect His Highness, but that place is not safe, and it is easy to cause trouble."
At this moment, Glover suddenly raised his head. His eyes shone brilliantly, and he stared outside the carriage.
"Be on guard."
The zombie's entire body tensed up, as if he was facing a great enemy. It shocked Thales and Kommodore.
"What's wrong?"
Both of them followed Glover's gaze and looked at the clubhouse across the street.
One Night's Romance.
It was only then that Thales realized that at some point of time, there were quite a number of people around One Night's Romance.
Most of them were dressed simply, and their gazes were cold. They were pacing back and forth as they sized up their surroundings.
"Something is not right."
Kommodore also noticed that something was not right. He instinctively closed the carriage door from the outside, leaving only the window open.
"These people are not customers …"
Thales slowly gathered at the center of his brows.
"They are thugs."
Glover's expression was dark, and he stated the truth in a concise and clear manner.
"They are people who specialize in violence in the gangs."
Before Kommodore could be surprised by his colleague's judgment, he heard the prince add in an equally serious tone,
"They are Black Street Brotherhood.
They are their thugs. "
A thug stopped a customer who wanted to enter the clubhouse. While the customer protested in dissatisfaction, the thug searched the person's entire body violently while he interrogated him in detail.
'Something happened.'
Thales cautiously stared at the crowd outside the clubhouse, whom he was once very familiar with.
The people inside and outside the carriage were silent for a while.
Kommodore gulped.
"Erm, maybe they are here to watch over the business? Honestly, this is normal … "
"Not just that," Thales' voice rose.
Glover and Kommodore turned to him at the same time.
Thales' gaze moved to the surroundings of the clubhouse, and he became even more serious.
"They are not just thugs. Look at the surroundings. The helpers and apprentices in the various shops, the runners and child beggars on the streets, and even the hawkers and peddlers by the roadside …
"They are not in a normal state."
Under Thales' reminder, Glover and Kommodore did what they were supposed to do. They carefully observed the situation at the end of the street, and their expressions slowly changed.
Kommodore returned to the driver's seat and asked with uncertainty, "Are they frightened by the gangs?"
"No."
Thales shook his head, and he became even more certain of his thoughts.
"Because they are also from the Brotherhood."
Kommodore turned his head around in puzzlement.
"What?"
Thales searched through his past experience on the streets and made a guess.
"Out of interest or habit, these people are actually the Brotherhood's spies, and they are happy to pass information for them.
"Obviously, they have also been instructed and reminded to pay attention to the movements around them."
Kommodore said solemnly,
"They … were they deliberately trained by the Brotherhood to be like this?"
"No." Thales shook his head.
"Because this is their original appearance."
"The Black Street Brotherhood was not born in the void. Instead, it originated from desperate people who had nowhere else to go. From the very first day, they were deeply rooted in the communities of the people at the bottom of society."
Under Kommodore and Glover's puzzled gazes, Thales said airily,
"In the worst places, if you are in a difficult situation, unable to continue living, miserable, miserable, and struggling to survive, the Brotherhood is one of the ways out for you.
"There is no need for disguise or cover up. Everyone lives their own lives. When there is a need, you will consciously and tacitly inform the members with the black ribbon tied around their arms and provide them with convenience."
When he thought of the past, Thales became slightly absent-minded.
Glover and Kommodore exchanged a surprised glance. They were rather surprised by the prince's knowledge.
"Jean, you said that One Night of Amorous Encounters was established after the gangs fought against each other?"
Thales asked cautiously.
"Yes. Six years ago, the scumbags from the Brotherhood and Blood Bottle Gang fought each other. They brought disaster to Red Street Market, causing the important people to not be able to visit the brothel." Kommodore suppressed his questions and vigilantly observed the thugs who were gradually increasing in number.
"I heard that the Western City Police Station intervened and forced them to stop fighting."
'Six years ago.
'Red Street Market.
'The Brotherhood and Blood Bottle Gang.
'Stop fighting.'
Thales' frown deepened.
"Your Highness, what should we do? Are we still going? "
Thales raised a finger and gestured for them to be quiet.
"Let's wait and see."
While the two were puzzled, the teenager took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and summoned the Sin of Hell's River.
He instantly activated hell's senses, especially focusing on his ears and hearing.
Soon, footsteps, collisions, friction, moans, coquettish laughter, curses … Messy and disorderly noises came from the opposite corner of the street. At the same time, they assaulted Thales' senses.
But after experiencing the journey in the desert, Thales, who had grown a lot, skillfully adjusted the range of the Sin of Hell's River. Like calming an untamed beast, he did not let his overly sensitive senses hinder him. At the same time, he filtered out useless noises.
Only the most crucial conversations were left.
"Did Blood Bottle Gang do this?"
The voice of a thug from the Brotherhood traveled into his ears. There was indignation and eagerness in his voice.
"I don't know, but if Layork finds out …
"I really want to see his expression …
"I heard that all the Sleepless have been transferred here …"
Thales turned his head slightly and searched for other focal points.
Very soon, he found the truth.
"Who dares to kidnap people in our territory …"
"Is it a cop?"
"It's possible, but I heard that the big cop in Western City has an agreement with us …"
"Boss Morris is back …"
"I heard that he is very angry. He personally brought people to Fantasy Blade and Red Viper to ask for the person …"
"No, Blood Bottle Gang refuses to admit it. The situation is very ugly …"
"Damn it, are they going to fight again? How long has it been since the ceasefire … "
Thales slowly grasped the key information.
"It could also be done by foreigners who don't know the ropes. You know, bandits and whatnot …"
"After the prince returned to the country, many foreigners came to the city, from the top to the bottom …"
"Damn prince. Wouldn't it be fine if he just stayed in the north? All he brought back is trouble …"
Thales' mood became more solemn.
At this moment, another voice entered his senses.
"They found her!"
"Felicia, she's still alive!"
Thales' eyelids twitched.
"She came back on her own. It was a false alarm."
"My younger brother said that she did not look well. The moment she came back, she kept asking to see Lady Lance …"
"No matter who did this, they do not want us to have an easy time."
'Kidnapping.
'Felicia.'
Thales opened his eyes.
"I think I know what is going on."
"They are pissed off."
Under the strange gazes of his two subordinates, Thales looked at the signboard of 'Amorous Night' and sighed in his heart.
"Then, Your Highness, we …" Kommodore asked tentatively.
Thales looked at the team of thugs surrounding 'Amorous Night' and shook his head in disappointment.
'No. Obviously, when the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department kidnapped Felicia from this place, they did not consider keeping a low profile at all.
'The Brotherhood has been poked.
At least, they can forget about getting close today.
At least, they can't get close in a low profile. '
In his disappointment, Thales leaned against the carriage. More conversations traveled into his ears.
"I am Redmore. Boss Morris has ordered us, Sleepless Ones, to guard the territory of Red Street Market for the next few days.
"Reduce the number of customers received by half. Strengthen the sentries.
"Pay attention and see if there is anyone following us these few days. Wait, how long has the carriage at the corner of the street been parked there?
"Let's go and take a look."
Thales wanted to hear more, until he came to a realization with a jolt.
'They are talking about us.'
"This is bad."
When Glover saw quite a number of thugs walking towards them warily and suspiciously, his expression changed. He knocked on the driver's seat.
"Protector Kommodore, I think they have noticed us.
Get ready to run. "
Kommodore was shocked. He looked at the thugs from the Brotherhood who were getting closer and calmly dug out his pockets.
"It's okay. I brought my previous police officer badge, as long as —"
"No," Glover interrupted him. His tone was firm and solemn.
"Those are the Brotherhood, not Blood Bottle Gang. They don't care … and it is not convenient for us to reveal our identities."
Kommodore frowned.
The thugs were getting closer. Quite a number of people looked at Kommodore, who was wearing a cloak and hiding himself in the driver's seat.
"Glover is right. We cannot be held back here. Let's go immediately."
Thales made his final decision.
"We'll talk about it another day."
At that moment …
"Hey!"
At the other end of the street, among the thugs who were getting closer and closer, the leader called Redmore spoke to their carriage.
"Guests over there, aren't you coming over to play?"
Kommodore and Thales' expressions changed slightly.
"Do you know that one-night stands are on sale today?"
As Redmore spoke, he made a gesture. The thugs around them quietly spread out and surrounded them.
"This is bad …" Thales mumbled.
In the next second, Glover resolutely opened the door on the other side and climbed out of the carriage. He moved to the driver's seat without touching the ground and squeezed Kommodore to the side.
"Let me do it."
Kommodore was still hesitating.
"But …"
But Glover pulled the reins without warning and shouted angrily,
"Sit tight!"
As the horses neighed, the carriage instantly started moving!
* Thud, thud, thud … *
Thales did not have time to react. He staggered and crashed against the wall behind him. He quickly extended his hands to support himself.
"Hey!"
The thugs' pursuit and Redmore's exasperated shouts came from outside the carriage.
"Stop!
"Damn, I knew there was something wrong with it!"
Glover, who was driving the carriage, had a cold expression on his face. He hurriedly urged the horse, and the carriage sped out of the street and continued to accelerate!
"Vanguard Glover … Ouch, my nose … Slow down, His Highness is still in the carriage!" Kommodore's pained cry came from the driver's seat. It was obvious that he had hit his nose while he was speeding.
The wheels rolled on the stone road and jolted back and forth. Thales trembled in the carriage and felt as if his soul was about to ascend to heaven.
The scenery outside the window quickly receded, and the shocked faces of the passers-by were reflected like a trotting horse lantern.
It was in the afternoon, and there were not many people on Red Street Market. However, their horse carriage was rampaging without any restraint, causing the passersby to scream and retreat. Along the way, they even knocked over a hawker's stall, causing a wave of curses.
"Stop it! Stop it! The Brotherhood will reward you handsomely! "The voices of Reidmore and a group of thugs came from behind, sounding more and more urgent.
Pa!
"Get lost!" Glover shouted and whipped out his horse whip to chase the passersby away.
"What's the point of getting a bounty if you're dead?!"
* Clatter, clatter, clatter … *
The carriage sped up, and they did not care about where they were going.
"No, no, no, watch the road!" Kommodore screamed in shock.
The carriage could not avoid it and broke a clothes drying pole. A few pieces of clothing flew into the carriage window.
The unlucky Thales tried his best to maintain his balance. He could not dodge in time, and his face was covered by a woman's bra.
'Damn it!'
The prince pulled the bra off his face in exasperation.
'Oh my God, this is the fastest and worst horse carriage I've ever sat in!'
The horse carriage sped forward, and the pursuers did not stop. The road in Red Street Market was a mess.
"Take a shortcut and stop them! Son of a b * tch! "Reidmore shouted angrily and gave his orders. A group of people from the pursuing team immediately separated and disappeared into the alley.
"Damn it, they are the local tyrants. They know the way …" Kommodore, who finally managed to stabilize himself in the driver's seat, said anxiously,
"Have you thought about where to go? Go back the same way we came? "
Glover's expression was calm, and he pretended that he did not hear anything. He only focused on urging the horse and drove the carriage faster.
However, in the next second, the zombie's arm tightened its muscles and pulled back its arm fiercely!
* Thump. *
Amid the sorrowful cries of the horses and the sound of hooves being pulled back, the entire carriage came to an abrupt stop and turned around. One of the wheels was thrown into the air, and the carriage flew into the air!
At that moment, it was as if time had slowed down. Thales' eyes slowly widened.
In the carriage, his body also rose into the air.
The scenery outside the carriage window moved up and revealed a lady who was drying her underwear on a balcony on the second floor. She also exchanged a glance with Thales in the carriage in surprise before she disappeared from his sight.
"Damn it —" Outside the carriage, before Kommodore's sorrowful cry could finish, it was drowned out by the howling wind.
In such a dangerous position, the carriage, which had half of its wheels empty, went along with the powerful inertia and crashed into an alley.
Kommodore was not the only one who was unlucky.
* Bang! *
Thales spun one hundred and eighty degrees in the air before he crashed into the carriage at the back.
"Giddy-up!" Glover shouted angrily again!
* Rumble! *
The half of the wheels in the air landed on the ground again. It trembled and sped up again.
'Damn it.'
The carriage stabilized again. The prince crawled up from the sofa in the carriage in agony and cursed in his heart.
'Forget that this is not a carriage to the clubhouse …
'But he still wants to speed up to make the turn?
'Those who don't know might think that you're going to catch a thief … No, catch a prawn!'
Before Thales' soul could land, he discovered to his horror that the walls outside the window were getting closer and closer!
* Thud, thud, thud … *
In the extreme tremors, the prince activated the Sin of Hell's River and held onto the wall of the carriage tightly. He moved closer to the small window behind the driver's seat.
"Where are we going —"
Thales' words were strangled in his throat.
Through Glover's shoulder, he saw in despair.
In front of the carriage, there was only an alley that was getting narrower, dimmer, and darker. It seemed like there was no way out.
It was a dead end.
"Over there! Follow closely! "
Even though he could not see them, the shouts of his pursuers became more urgent, as if they were right beside him.
As he stared at the alley that was as narrow as a grain of rice, Thales felt a chill in his heart.
'They can't get through.'
The horses whined helplessly.
The walls on both sides were getting closer and closer.
Thales gulped.
'Should I ask Glover to stop the carriage?
'The Brotherhood is not easy to deal with.
But if I reveal my identity, they might not dare to do anything.
'The news of the Duke of Star Lake wreaking havoc in Red Street Market with a carriage full of underwear' might spread throughout the kingdom … '
When he recalled the king's expression and the Black Prophet's smile, Thales felt a headache coming on.
But reality always exceeded his expectations.
"Hold on tight!"
Glover did not intend to slow down at all. Instead, he whipped the horse even more fiercely and violently, forcing it to increase its speed and charge forward into the dim and narrow alley!
Seeing that the carriage was about to be destroyed, Thales was shocked. He was about to shout for them to stop.
"No, Zombie, it's too narrow, we can't get through!"
Kommodore's panicked voice rose again. He even blurted out Glover's nickname.
"Trust me!"
But Glover pressed his companion down and shouted angrily,
"I know the dimensions of this place!
"We can get in!"
In the next second, the carriage charged into the narrow alley without stopping!
The tarpaulin above them blocked the sunlight, and the surroundings were instantly dark.
"Trust me!" Glover's voice was a little distorted.
The windows on both sides dimmed at the same time.
* Swoosh! *
A terrifying grinding sound rose beside his ears.
Thales tried his best to sit in the middle. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs to block the carriage.
He swore.
If he survived, he would definitely give an order.
For the rest of his life, Glover could forget about touching the carriage's reins again.
However …
* Thump, thump, thump … *
After a series of uneasy bumps, the prince realized to his surprise that the carriage gradually steadied.
In the next second, his eyes lit up. Sunlight appeared outside the window again.
The horse panted and pulled the carriage out of the alley in pain. It then drove into the main road.
It gave a plaintive cry to its surly master.
But it could only receive another merciless whipping.
"Alright, we are safe." Glover's tone became steady. Kommodore, who was beside him, was still panting.
As he stared at the street outside the window that became clearer, Thales exhaled. He had just calmed down from the shock.
The carriage began to slow down.
But behind them, the sound of footsteps that were chasing after them approached them rapidly, but they disappeared in an instant.
"Damn it …" Redmore cursed, but he was soon gone with the wind.
The sound of pursuit became softer and further away.
Kommodore held onto the carriage and looked behind him in puzzlement. "Why are they … not chasing us anymore?"
"This is Blood Bottle Gang's jurisdiction." Glover did not even turn his head. He only held the reins calmly. "As you said, the Brotherhood has an agreement with them to divide Red Street Market.
No one dares to cross the boundary easily. "
The carriage regained its normal speed and traveled steadily for a while. The passersby no longer looked at them in surprise and bewilderment.
A few minutes later, they were finally certain that they had broken away from the pursuit.
Glover sized up the rear warily for the last time before he returned the reins to Kommodore.
With different emotions, the three of them exhaled at the same time.
"But, Vanguard Glover …"
Once he regained his ability to think normally, Kommodore was the first to ask a question.
"I remember D.D. saying that every time he brought people to Red Street Market to play, you always refused …"
The former police officer drove the carriage carefully. At the same time, he looked at Glover in puzzlement.
"But how do you know this place so well?"
'You even travel through the alleys with ease?
'Just like going home …' Kommodore suppressed this sentence in his heart.
Thales did not say anything, but he also moved closer to the small window and looked at Glover.
Glover's expression did not change.
But the teenager keenly noticed that the zombie's arm was slowly tightening around him with his hell's senses.
"Because …"
Glover stared at the street expressionlessly, and his words came to a halt.
A few seconds later, the zombie closed his eyes and exhaled, as if he had given up on something.
"Because I grew up here."
At that moment, Thales and Kommodore were both stunned!
"It's here."
Glover opened his eyes when he faced their puzzled gazes. His tone was dejected, and his expression was solemn.
"Red Street Market."
At that second, Glover stared at the main road of Red Street Market quietly. His gaze was subtle, and the meaning behind it was difficult for others to understand.
The sound of horse hooves continued, and the wheels of the carriage did not stop.
Thales and Kommodore spent a few seconds before they recovered from this news.
"I … They didn't tell me." Kommodore coughed. He felt a little awkward.
"Because no one knows. When I joined the guards, my file was partially sealed."
Glover's voice was hoarse and dull, like a bad student who flipped open a book on a subject he was the least skilled in.
"In Mindis Hall, the only one who knows about this is Lord Mallos."
Thales stared at his back quietly in the carriage.
Amid the noisy voices of the people and the monotonous sounds of the carriage, Kommodore, who had accidentally learned of his colleague's secret, nodded in embarrassment.
"Really? That's why I said …"
"Yes."
Glover spoke slowly. He admitted to it while he was filled with complicated emotions.
"A long, long time ago, I once lived here, on the streets of Red Street Market. I was a member of Blood Bottle Gang …"
He exuded a rotten and dark presence as he said hoarsely,
"Child beggar."
At that moment, Thales shuddered.
'Child beggar.
'Glover …
'Child beggar?'
In the carriage, the prince was in a daze and did not speak.
"Child beggar?"
Kommodore was shocked and bewildered. His gaze moved back and forth between the surrounding streets and Glover, who was covered in darkness.
"But, Your Excellency, are you not a member of the Seven Jadestar Attendants, the Wind Knight Glover Family —"
Thales coughed loudly and interrupted Kommodore's words.
The two people outside the carriage turned their heads at the same time.
"I think we have alerted some people." Thales resisted the urge to look at Glover with a gaze other than when he looked at his subordinates. Instead, he tried hard to maintain his normal tone and said seriously,
"We have to hide for a while."
The three of them were silent for a while.
"Of course."
Kommodore understood what he meant. He averted his gaze and no longer stared at his colleague with a strange gaze.
The zombie cast Thales a glance. In the end, he nodded slightly and looked at the road ahead.
"Follow me."
First-class vanguard Caleb Glover, who was born with a noble background, sneered softly. There was a mocking tone in his words that he thought only he understood.
"I know the way."
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