In the first district of the Lower City, on a noisy and chaotic street where the cold wind rustled, three cloaked figures walked with large strides. They squeezed through the crowd and blended into the chaotic atmosphere.
The local "local escorts" solicited customers with smiles and loud voices while casting malicious glances at their peers. The owner of the lost property and the thief ran after each other over a frightening distance, causing passersby to complain. Idlers and tramps sprawled out on the dirty roadside, waiting for hired business to cover their three meals for the day. Panting porters and peddlers who transported goods numbly piled their goods in front of the shop doors, ignoring the curses of the shopkeepers. Coachmen who were hurrying along whipped their old horses violently to disperse the people who blocked their way in the mud and shouted at the rascals who tried to sneak up behind them for a ride. Adventurers and mercenaries huddled around the rotten and blackened wooden bulletin boards, searching for information on everything from official wanted posters to private commissions. The Dark Night Priest stood on a wooden box at the corner of the street and looked down at the people who came and went. He felt sad and helpless as he continued his sermon with a dry voice that no one cared about. Mysterious people with weapons hidden in their bodies appeared on the street from time to time to discuss an unspeakable business deal. In the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two men who had become enemies in a bar fought each other until their heads were bleeding, but they still refused to stop. A shrewd and vicious peddler habitually bargained with an equally shrewd customer, wanting to squeeze every last bit of advantage out of the other party. Prostitutes gathered at the end of a dirty and dilapidated alley, flirting with each other. The second floor above their heads, which had been in disrepair for a long time, did not even bother to hide their cries. A gambling gang of cats gathered at the corner of the street. There was no lack of bookmakers, shills, thugs, and lookouts. A group of sneaky gangsters gathered together mysteriously, staring at every passerby with a sneaky look, and discussing in hushed tones from time to time …
"We shouldn't have come here at all. Look at the filth all over the street. It's too dangerous."
Glover forcefully pushed away a peddler who wanted to sell his goods to them.
"Relax, we are safe for the time being. Zombie, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?" Thales' voice came from beside him.
Glover shook his head to show that he did not mind.
But the zombie kept his head down, listening to the movements behind him. His hand was hidden under his cloak, pressing on the hilt of his sword. In the alley that the three of them had just passed through, a few ferocious gangsters were mercilessly punching and kicking the two poor people who had no money to pay their debts.
Cohen furrowed his brows and caught up in two steps. He was tall and strong. With a few punches and kicks, he dispersed the debt collectors, but when he turned around, he found that the debtors had disappeared.
When he saw the police officer's actions, Thales sighed and explained in resignation.
"First, we're all wearing cloaks. This implies that we have another identity or mission, and it also means that we might be hiding weapons. If they attack us, there will be unknown dangers. "
"Secondly, based on your figure and gait, I can tell that you are not to be trifled with. Coupled with the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards — the kind that can fight."
"Thirdly, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping incident, the Black Street Brotherhood deployed a large number of people to Red Street Market to confront the Blood Bottle Gang. Among them are quite a number of 'dangerous people' who can threaten us.
"So, in reality, we are much safer than we thought."
As Thales spoke, he glared at a street ruffian who was secretly sizing them up. The ruffian immediately shifted his gaze away as if nothing had happened.
"Hmm, what Your Highness said is exactly what I wanted to say …"
Cohen touched the corner of his shirt that was torn when he tried to stop the fight. He walked back to Thales and Glover in a bad mood.
"We … uh, what were we talking about just now?"
Glover cast a disdainful glance at Cohen.
"When I was young, the Brotherhood had yet to rise to power. When I grew up, I rarely came here. "
As the zombie spoke, he knocked away a drunkard.
"But no matter when, downtown is always dangerous."
Cohen supported the drunkard so that he leaned against the wall and slowly slid down so that he would not fall head first.
The police officer patted Glover's shoulder.
"You have to come out more often, Zombie. At first, I also had the illusion that 'this place is dangerous' …"
"Call me that again." Glover's expression did not change, but his voice turned cold.
"You will know that it is not an illusion."
Cohen's smile froze on his face.
Thales smiled and took over the conversation.
"Downtown is where most of the poor people in Eternal Star City live. It is also a community. Of course, it is not as dangerous as what the public says. You can only enter, but never leave."
Glover nodded.
Thales thought of something and lowered his voice slightly, "At least it is not a mouth full of fangs that chooses to devour people …"
But at that moment …
* Slap! *
Thales suddenly extended his hand and pressed down on a dirty little girl who passed by him.
Cohen and Glover were both shocked. The little girl looked at the teenager in panic and tried hard to break free from Thales' grip on her wrist.
"I thought you could tell," Thales said softly to the thin and weak girl who was no more than seven or eight years old.
"I have no money on me."
Thales gestured at the strong police officer and vanguard with his chin.
"The money is on them."
The dirty little girl was about to cry, but her eyes darted left and right shrewdly.
The memories of the street surged in his mind. Thales suddenly felt a sense of deja vu, so he looked around.
"Hey! What did you do to my daughter?! "
Sure enough, a middle-aged woman whose makeup was as thick as a paint plate and whose clothes were as messy as a drying pole rushed out from the alley where prostitutes gathered. She screamed with a sharp and harsh country accent and pointed at Thales while she cursed, "You're the one who did this to me.
"Everyone, come and take a look! Someone is bullying a little girl on the street! How shameless! How shameless! "
The passersby immediately turned their heads and jeered.
"Let me tell you, Aleisa is my baby!"
"Her father is a famous hero on this street. If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think about —"
The woman with heavy makeup raised her head and saw two tall and muscular men in cloaks standing beside Thales. They were Cohen and Glover.
Her voice immediately became softer, and she instantly forced a smile.
"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding …"
The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter fiercely.
"I knew that you, little brat, wouldn't know your place! What did you take from them this time, huh? How many times has your mother taught you? No matter how much you want it, you can't just take other people's things! This is the most basic morality of a person! Quick, hand it over! Apologize to your brother! "
"Don't worry, she didn't take anything."
Thales smiled faintly and let go of his right hand.
The girl named Aleisa cried and threw herself into her mother's arms. She did not forget to give Thales a fierce look that was the same as her mother's.
"What's wrong, my dear?" As if it was a play, a sloppy hooligan walked over with a fierce voice. Behind him were five or six hooligans or vagrants who also harbored evil intentions.
"I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"
Thales frowned slightly.
When she heard the man's voice, the woman instinctively changed her expression and became fierce again.
"Well, since she didn't take anything, then you're accusing a good person! Let me tell you, Eternal Star City has its laws! We may be poor, but poor people are ambitious. Dignity is priceless, and you're slandering someone's innocence without any basis … "
"So it's you?" The hooligan walked over while digging his ears. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Thales.
"You bullied others with your power and slandered my daughter as a thief on the street …"
But in the next moment, Glover decisively turned around, raised his arm, and threw a punch!
With a bang, the leader of the hooligans flew two meters away while blood gushed out. He fell to the ground and did not move.
As the onlookers cried out in surprise, his companions behind him saw that the situation was bad and immediately scattered.
The woman trembled when she saw this, and her voice became softer again.
"Ah, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, please forgive me." She apologized in a fawning manner while she slapped Aleisa hard.
"She's not smart since she was young …"
The three of them looked at each other in silence as they watched the woman drag the girl into the alley while cursing. Soon, she appeared at another intersection in search of her next target.
Under Glover and Kohen's gazes, the passersby who did not get to see a good show sighed in disappointment. They turned around and left.
Thales sighed and continued what he was saying just now.
"Of course, this place is not as safe as you think, especially when you gradually lose your guard against it, just like …
"Just like the Great Desert."
Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Kohen.
Thales and Glover turned their heads at the same time.
"It's dangerous, but it's safe."
The police officer stared at the prostitute who held her daughter's hand and stared at the passersby on the street. He was lost in thought.
Kohen sighed faintly. He was not as carefree as he usually was.
"It's not dangerous, but it's not safe either."
"You've been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.
Kohen shook his head and did not answer. It was obvious that he was not in the mood.
Thales seemed to have thought of something as well.
He nodded and said, "Just like how everyone in the world only hears of its name, but does not know the reality of the other shore and the distance."
"Even though we're only separated by a wall from that place, it's very close."
But it's as far as the heavens and the earth.
The difference between clouds and mud.
Kohen came back to his senses gloomily.
"Speaking of which, where are we going?"
Thales observed the police officer's abnormal behavior and smiled faintly.
"A place with answers."
Cohen and Glover frowned at the same time. They were puzzled.
Confused, they could only blindly follow behind the prince and go deeper into this increasingly complicated and dangerous street.
Glover grew up in Red Street Market in the Western District, but he knew little about the streets of Lower City District. Although Kohen worked at the police station, he did not seem to be familiar with the place either. The two of them stumbled along the way and were in a sorry state. On the contrary, Thales traversed the streets and alleys with ease. He was already familiar with the place, and with the help of "Never Get Lost", he was even more adept at it.
"This damned mud, has the funds of the road administration been eaten by dogs … Your Highness, can I ask, this is clearly Lower City?" After pulling his boots out of the mud for the third time, Cohen asked awkwardly, "What is this place?
"But why are you so familiar with it?!"
On the other side, Glover did not say a word. He merely kicked away a stone that was blocking the way and followed the prince's footsteps.
"Didn't I tell you?"
Thales lied without batting an eyelid.
"The Jadestar Royal Family is blessed and protected by the gods. They will never get lost."
'Huh?'
"Blessed? Protected? Never get lost? "
Kohen scratched his head.
'So, my old man is lying to me again?
When I was young, he clearly told me that the Jadestar Royal Family is shouldering an eternal curse … '
"So, follow me closely, don't get lost." Thales somehow remembered the journey in the Black Track. He flapped his cloak and strode forward.
"Some paths are like life. Once you fall behind, you can never go back."
Glover seemed to have remembered something, but the taciturn him only pulled his cloak tighter.
"So, you said that we should come here to find answers? Lower City District. "Kohen stared at his feet carefully, guarding against the road that was as bad as Blade Fangs Camp.
Thales nodded.
"To be honest, my day has been full of ups and downs.
"Hope and darkness alternated, success and setbacks went hand in hand, pleasant surprises mixed together, and sorrow and joy intertwined."
Thales walked forward and passed through a few doorways in a familiar manner.
He said faintly, "Just like the past few months, the past six years, the past … my entire life."
Glover and Kohen were stunned.
"Tell me, have you ever seen a despairing person whose hope is dashed and he has nowhere else to go? Have you ever seen a numb and despairing person who abandoned everything?"
The teenager walked forward and looked at the dirty and noisy streets. The corners of his lips curled up.
Kohen's eyes darted around. "I have seen quite a few —"
Glover frowned. "There have been —"
Both of their voices rose and fell at the same time. They could not help but stop talking and glance at each other.
"Hmm?" Thales urged absentmindedly.
"In the Great Desert —" Kohen continued.
"The Western Front —" Glover said at the same time.
Kohen and Glover looked at each other again. Both of them were filled with indignation, as if they were saying, "How dare you interrupt me?"
"I was in the Purge Campaign —"
"During the Desert War —"
The two of them, who were already at odds with each other, stopped again and glared at each other fiercely.
"Hey, hey, hey, have you had enough —"
"Don't interrupt me again —"
"Both of you!"
Thales finally could not take it anymore.
"Do you need me to get a room so that both of you can continue to be lovey-dovey?"
The police and vanguard finally stopped talking. They snorted coldly and turned away.
"Hmph."
'As expected of Doyle's follower.' This was Kohen, who felt good about himself.
'As expected of Doyle's relative.' This was Glover, who was disdainful.
(In the Doyle Mansion in Eastern City District, Doyle, who was lying on the bed eating fruits, flipping through pornographic albums, and recuperating from his injuries, sneezed loudly. Baron Doyle and his wife, who were outside the door, were so shocked that they rushed into the room again. "My poor son!"
"Where … was I?" Thales exhaled and said unhappily.
"Despairing people —" Glover and Kohen said at the same time again. The two of them frowned and looked at each other.
Thales nodded and looked at the chaos on the street. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Now, seeing these people in Lower City District makes me feel like I'm still living in a normal world, and not in some other people's circle …"
Some other people …
Kohen and Glover started thinking at the same time, but they had different answers.
But Thales did not expect their answers. He just continued to wander in his own memory.
"Have you ever seen a person who treats rudeness and violence as a personality, and treats sarcasm as a witty remark?"
Kohen sighed, "When I was young —"
Glover snorted coldly, "In the family —"
Both of them, who had spoken at the same time for the umpteenth time, stopped talking at the same time. Their expressions froze.
Thales looked at them suspiciously.
"Are you sure you don't want to get a room?"
Kohen and Glover pursed their lips and decided not to speak even if they had to die.
Thales sighed softly. 'I miss Wya and Ralf.'
The prince continued to sigh.
"There are also people who pretend to be profound and reserved, and treat speculation, suspicion, and jealousy as daily social interaction …
"There are also people who treat tacit unspoken rules as a matter of course, and say one thing but mean another as a rule of conduct …
"People who treat hypocrisy and pretentiousness as proper etiquette, and ambiguity as watertight …
"Unfortunately, I've met all of these people over the past few days."
Thales let out a long sigh.
"Maybe we'll meet again in the future.
"And all of them have their eyes on me. Whether it's hope or coercion, scrutinizing or disdainful, they're hoping to find answers from me, to answer questions they can't answer."
Thales' eyes dimmed.
"But they're wrong."
The prince pushed aside a clothes-drying pole and walked down a flight of stairs.
"I have no answer.
"At least, I don't have the answer they want. I don't even have the answer I want."
Thales stepped on the muddy road in his memory, just like it was many years ago.
Nothing seemed to have changed.
The prince's emotions affected Glover and Kohen. Both of them were deep in thought, and they were silent.
"And in their eyes, I can't feel myself. I don't know what I'm doing, what I want to do, and what I can do."
Thales brought them out of the alley and arrived at another street. This place was much more run-down, but it was also much quieter.
"I don't even know who I am."
Thales looked at the deserted and sparse street from afar and fell into silence.
"You're of noble blood, and you're exceptionally intelligent," Glover said stiffly.
"Naturally, you have a heavy responsibility, and you're far more powerful than ordinary people."
"Um …" Kohen snapped out of his daze and became anxious when he heard that.
"I, I think so too!"
The zombie cast him a sidelong glance.
Thales looked back at them and smiled.
"Yes, 'It's alright, fate will prepare everything for you.' That's what my father once said."
Thales stared at the uneven ground under his feet and walked forward again.
"In the past six years, this sentence has always been very useful.
"Especially when I'm still in the North."
"At that time, I didn't have the chance to hesitate." Thales furrowed his eyebrows and thought of the Raven of Death laughing forlornly. "I could no longer hesitate."
But Thales suddenly raised his head.
"But …"
The teenager avoided an alley where thieves gathered.
"What if fate is also lazy and lazy?"
Glover and Kohen both frowned.
"If even fate refuses to show me its true form and only presents me with an empty mirror, then I can only see my helpless face in it …" Thales gritted his teeth.
"Then how can I see my own answer clearly?"
Glover pursed his lips and seemed to be deep in thought.
Kohen widened his eyes and looked confused.
"Have you played chess before? 'The Rise and Fall of the Empire'? "
Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty, and obstructed street in Lower City District. He raised his head in confusion and looked at Eternal Star City's clear, blue, and untainted sky.
Glover raised his head.
"Yes."
Kohen scratched his head in embarrassment, and his voice became softer.
"I, um, hehe, I know the rules … I can't help it, the old man taught my cousin his chess skills …"
Thales smiled faintly.
"Since I returned to the kingdom, many people have wanted to play chess with me, and I have satisfied all of them."
Thales continued to walk forward, and his gaze gradually became fierce.
"But one of them is the most special person.
He did not use the way I am used to. "
They walked on an unfamiliar street. The houses and alleys here were stacked together, and they could still vaguely tell that the place was orderly when it was first planned.
But it was still filled with beggars and gangsters, and it was difficult to escape the chaos brought by man-made disasters.
"Most people play chess, and what they see are chess pieces and chess games."
Thales moved sideways to avoid a carriage that was splashing mud.
"But he is not."
The prince's gaze became solemn.
"Whether it was six years ago or six years later, he is a maverick and different. Not only does he disdain to play chess, he never glances at the chessboard, and he doesn't even care about the situation of the game or the outcome of the game."
Glover's frown deepened, and Kohen's gaze became more and more confused.
But Thales' words carried an invisible force that made the two of them subconsciously tense up.
"Because in his eyes, there are only chess players, big or small, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. They are all solitary, contemplative, and do whatever they want."
Thales clenched his fists.
"He knows, or rather, he is certain," the prince gritted his teeth.
"The one who makes choices on the chessboard is always the chess player."
The Legendary Wing, Anker Byrael, Zayen Covendier, and even the shadow on the throne in Renaissance Palace all flashed across Thales' mind at this moment.
"Every chess player, every chess player who makes different choices and becomes who they are, is always traceable."
Thales took a deep breath.
"And he grasped all of these. He only looks at the chess player, and only treats the chess player as chess pieces — he probably believes that as long as he captures the chess player, he can play any game he wants.
"Just like how a king is not respected by his bloodline," Thales gently pressed his hand on his chest.
"But the bloodline is honored by the king."
Glover and Kohen were silent. One was solemn, and the other was confused.
Thales gradually sorted out his thoughts, and his tone was fearful.
"He is an opponent I have never seen before. His playing style can't even be described and evaluated as' brilliant 'or' inferior '.
"His chessboard is formed by connecting different chess players together."
"For this, he is willing to tie his hands and feet, and even commit suicide to give up his chess pieces, and even overturn the chessboard."
Thales' gaze was unfocused, and his mind was elsewhere.
"Just like some players know how to operate, some play operations, some know techniques, and some look at the big picture …
"But he …" Thales sighed.
"He is only single-mindedly staring at the mainframe's power supply!"
Kohen finally did not feel lonely anymore. He was satisfied to see that Glover also revealed a confused and confused expression at that moment.
"You'll get used to it." The police officer patted Glover's shoulder in satisfaction, as if he had been through this before.
"The prince is always like this. He always talks nonsense. I've seen it before …"
"I am his personal guard who accompanies him day and night." Zombie's expression turned cold, and he flung Kohen's hand away without giving him any face.
"I don't need you to remind me."
But Thales did not care about these small details. He was fully immersed in his own thoughts.
"He chose, or rather, he believed that he chose the king and the chess player, not his bloodline and the chessboard."
The prince took a deep breath, but for a moment, he felt a little dazed and hesitant.
"But how can he be so certain," Thales said slowly.
"If he is respected because of his bloodline, will he definitely be honored because of his bloodline?
"Will the chess pieces in the chessboard definitely become the chess player?"
Thales turned around.
"What do you think?"
Glover and Kohen, who were competing with each other with their gazes, were shocked. Both of them snapped out of their daze.
"I can't give you an answer," Glover said cautiously.
"I, I, I still don't understand …" Kohen worked hard for a long time, but he still felt dejected and discouraged.
"His Highness is playing a game," Glover coldly reminded this companion of his who had an ambiguous relationship with his sister.
"With an opponent that we cannot see in the distance, an important person who is difficult to deal with."
Glover's gaze became fierce.
"Or, there is more than one."
Thales nodded in approval.
The police officer blinked and shook his head.
"No, you guys are involved in politics. Why do you have to beat around the bush …"
But without waiting for Kohen to answer, Thales moved forward again, leaving Kohen, who was trying hard to express his opinion, behind, feeling wronged.
"So, he is forcing me, forcing me into the game."
Thales remembered the past, and his expression was as cold as ice.
"Or, he knows that a chess player like me, once I enter the game …
"I will become the chess player he wants me to be."
Thales subconsciously tightened his muscles.
"Because of this, he gave me a sword."
The prince's gaze went straight ahead, piercing through the streets, as if he saw something.
"Because he knows, or he believes, no matter where the blade is pointed, no matter what I draw the sword for, block or attack, slash or stab, once I pick up the sword …"
Thales said faintly,
"I will never be able to put it down again."
Glover felt the Duke of Star Lake's struggle and hesitation, but he did not speak.
But Kohen tried hard to blink.
"Where are you going? What are you doing? Sword … err …"
Kohen's gaze was profound at first, then lost.
"I-I'm sorry, I … I still don't quite understand."
"It's okay, Kohen." Thales snapped out of his daze and exhaled, "It's a good thing that you don't understand."
The prince looked at him with a complicated expression.
"It means that you are very happy.
"Don't worry."
But unexpectedly, the police officer shook his head decisively.
"No, no, no, Your Highness. Although I know you are secretly scolding me, Master Zedi told me that when you do not know whether to raise your sword," Kohen hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly,
"It is time to ask your 'heart of the sword'."
Thales was stunned.
"What?"
"The heart of the sword," Kohen said solemnly and seriously.
"In the Tower of Eradication, without this thing, you cannot graduate."
"Hmph." Glover crossed his arms and sneered.
"It's that stupid Tower's theory again."
Kohen glared at Glover in dissatisfaction, but in the end, he did not clash with Glover. Instead, he turned around and asked Thales,
"This is the Tower of Eradication's general view on the Power of Eradication: The Power of Eradication is not a tool, but a 'self'.
"Its training is not the practice of skills, nor is it the repetitive repetition, but the training of the heart. It is the questioning of one's self, strength and body, appearance and spirit, skills and personality, actions and beliefs. The sword is external, the heart is internal, the moves and skills are external, and the Power of Eradication is internal. Only when the internal and external elements complement each other can one reach the pinnacle of the Power of Eradication. "
Thales was deep in thought.
Kohen showed a nostalgic look.
"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the Tower of Eradication has to embark on a journey to find their own unique 'heart of the sword'. There is no strong or weak, only whether it is suitable or not. The heart of the sword is connected internally and externally, so that one can achieve greatness.
"Your sword must be parallel to your heart, and their ideals are interlinked.
"Otherwise, at some point, your heart will always be disconnected from your sword. Your martial arts skills will only yield half the results with twice the effort, and your Power of Eradication will be sluggish and difficult to execute. Just like how you cannot force a meticulous and thoughtful swordsman to wield his sword freely, you cannot force a straightforward and rough fighter to be meticulous."
'Parallel, and their ideals are interlinked.'
Thales was slightly lost in thought. He remembered Ricky's explanation of the Power of Eradication in the Prison of Bones.
Glover snorted in disdain.
"It sounds extravagant, but when it comes to fighting …"
Kohen ignored Glover, but looked at Thales instead.
"What about you? Where is your heart of the sword, Your Highness?"
Thales was silent.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Fakenhaz's words.
"Hold on to your sword.
Don't lose it. "
But at that moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart skip a beat!
"You've crossed the line, young masters."
Almost at the same time, Kohen and Glover's expressions changed. Vigilantly and solemnly, they bent their knees and placed their hands on their swords, entering a fighting stance!
It was only then that Thales noticed that at some point in time, the streets around them were already empty. It was eerily quiet.
And right in front of them, a man with a resolute face and sturdy muscles crossed his arms. He stared at them with a burning gaze.
His left arm was tied with a piece of black silk cloth, and it swayed gently.
"Looks like the scumbags along the way did not lie." The man watched Kohen and Glover's movements, and his gaze changed.
"They are indeed tough. They are worthy of this cloak. No wonder they dare to come to our street business."
Thales stared at the black silk cloth and was lost in thought.
"Supra class." Glover fixed his gaze on the resolute man.
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Kohen took a deep breath.
"I know this guy. He's on the list of ex-convicts in the police station." The police officer was eager to take action.
"'Thunder Axe' Oschow. He served in the army before, on a warship in Eastern Sea Hill.
"Perfect, we can take this opportunity to …"
But right at this moment, Oschow whistled softly.
Soon, the sound of footsteps rose from all directions. It went from scattered to deafening.
In a few seconds, countless figures with black silk cloth tied around their arms appeared from the surrounding streets and alleys. They blocked the three of them so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
Glover and Kohen counted the number of people, and their expressions changed at the same time.
"This is also …" Kohen's expression twitched a little.
"There are too many. This number is extraordinary," Glover concluded solemnly.
Thales furrowed his brows.
Kohen exhaled.
"Damn it. I remember that gloomy-looking guy at the back on the left. 'Silent Killer' Layork. His background is still unknown."
Thales turned his head to the left, and as expected, he saw a familiar face. Layork leaned against the wall with his head lowered. None of the dozen thugs around him dared to approach him.
"And on the right. That's' Steel Awl 'Adrianza. He's definitely one of the Northlanders who bullies the market and collects debts. He's a reckless Northlander."
"That's strange. These desperadoes' subordinates are different. They usually don't gather together," Kohen pondered.
Glover did not speak. He just moved his arm to confirm the extent of the whip injury affecting his movements.
"Welcome to the underground street. I wonder where you came from, young masters."
Oschow took the axe handed to him by his subordinate. He took a step forward and flashed the blade with a smile.
"Black Street Brotherhood greets you."
Underground street.
Thales sniffed instinctively.
As expected, he smelled the faintly discernible moldy smell from his memory.
It was a place he was familiar with. Thales was confused.
"There's only one …"
"Come to this place to play?" Thunder Axe clicked his tongue and shook his head.
"There's an entrance fee."
Oschow waved his hand gently. The thugs around him with ill intentions slowly approached the three of them.
"I have a flare to request assistance from Western City Police Station. That means the director will definitely nag after this and deduct my …" Kohen touched the back of his waist in annoyance.
"I have one too. The Royal Guards, but the Flag Bearer Division …" Glover said gloomily.
But at this moment, Thales boldly took a step forward without hesitation!
"Is that so? Entrance fee?"
The teenager under the cloak ignored the dense crowd of people from the Brotherhood and looked straight at Oschow.
"You have to know, I quite like this place.
"The feeling every time I come here." With complicated and subtle emotions, Thales sized up the seemingly familiar streets around him. He sighed with emotion.
"It's like going home."
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