Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 589 Damn World

When Thales re-entered the room, Lilian had given Glover the medicine and re-wrapped the bandage.

"What is he doing?"

Lilian kept holding her hands, she frowned and looked at Thales, who looked ignorant, and then looked at Glover:

"Is this your bodyguard task again? Take care of a certain noble young master? Including when he is whoring?"Follow current s on (f)ir(e).nᴇt

Glover looked at Thales and nodded with a subtle expression.

Thales coughed.

"Good meeting, Miss Lilian? Well, I am the second prince..."

Under Glover's horrified eyes and Lilian's puzzled eyes, Thales added a word in time and said with a smile:

"... the attendant."

"Wya Casso."

Thales smiled fakely and stood in the corner rubbing his hands.

Glover let out a sigh of relief and lowered his head to drink.

"Wow, the prince's attendant," Lilian raised her eyebrows, inadvertently exuding thousands of styles: "It's so amazing."

"Are you here to play?"

Thales waved his hand and stuffed himself into the corner, trying to appear harmless to humans and animals:

"No, no, I just... come and see."

Lilian looked at his figure and face, and looked forward to it:

"Prince servant..."

The woman smiled:

"So, Little Brother Wiya, your daily work?"

puff!

Glover at the table spouted water.

Thales's complexion also stiffened.

suck……

"Haha, ahaha," Thales twisted his cheeks, trying his best to relieve his embarrassment:

"Madam, you are so humorous..."

Lilian's eyebrows curled, and she glanced at Glover:

"So, Fat Dun'er is bringing you here?"

Glover's expression stagnated.

Thales waved his hands awkwardly again:

"Me? No, no, no..."

But Lilian paid no attention to him. Instead, she rubbed her lips with her fingers and thought for a moment.

"I think about it, no, his age and body, the greedy waver like Cosette and Olivia..."

Lilian's eyebrows brightened, and there was something in the young boy's eyes:

"How about I personally take the order and give it to you?"

Thales was taken aback.

boom!

"Do not!"

Before Glover could wipe the water off his mouth, he subconsciously slapped the table:

"Do not!"

Glancing at Glover's anxious, painful and indignant (even with a slight warning) eyes, Thales gave a chuckle in his heart and smiled:

"You misunderstood, Miss Lilian...I, that, I really didn't come..."

Lilian woke up, a little embarrassed:

"Oh, I see, you didn't come to find a girl to relieve your greed."

Thales was relieved and smiled:

"Yes, I am not..."

But Lilian's eyes rolled and she smiled again and again:

"It doesn't matter, we also have male technicians!"

Thales's smile hardened.

"Whether you like a muscular man or a haggard boy, a middle-aged strange uncle or an old man..."

Thales' face changed again, and he waved wildly:

"No, no, I don't want a man..."

"Don't like men either?"

Lilian was startled, and looked at him up and down again.

The first lady of the club looked outside the door, and finally sighed.

"Trust me, little master," Lilian looked at Thales with a strange expression.

"Cici is beautiful and understands the itch of men, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If you are fascinated by him, you will feel better."

Eh?

Cici?

Thales was startled first, then reacted.

"I--"

Thales flushed red and tried his best to skip the term "prostitution":

"I'm really not here... to do your business!"

Glover, who looked weird for a long time, also reminded in a low voice:

"Lilian!"

A few seconds later, looking at Thales's embarrassment, the top card in the clubhouse of Laya chuckled.

"I know," Lilian folded her arms, her upper body swaying in a seductive arc, but she exuded a sense of skill and age:

"I just want to see if you really don't know how to do it, or are you just thin-skinned."

Thales had another meal, staring at each other in a daze.

"It looks like now," Lilian took another look at him, and shook her head with a tut: "Both."

She covered her mouth and smiled:

"Haha, a chick."

Thales looked dark.

He wanted to explain that he was not, really not...

But when Lilian finished molesting him, she looked cold.

"Now, you guys, get out when you're done."

Hearing this, Glover hesitated for a while:

"Lilian, I didn't mean to..."

"Yes! It wasn't on purpose!" Lilian interrupted him sternly, once again showing the uncompromising momentum:

"You said the same last time!"

Glover's voice suffocated, and suddenly went down.

Thales swallowed, and subconsciously retracted into the corner to avoid this "lover's quarrel".

But Lilian was not over yet, anger and pain appeared in her eyes:

"But the burns, cuts and weals on my body, the shame and marks, they haven't disappeared yet!"

While she was talking, this feminine and fierce girl didn't shy away from her, and she lifted her flimsy coat!

Expose his beautiful upper body naked in front of them!

Thales and Glover turned their heads and closed their eyes together in fright.

"Do you want to take a look? Look!" Lilian's voice changed a bit. She stared at Glover, who closed her eyes and did not dare to raise her head, sadly and aggressively at the same time:

"Your achievements? What you gave me!"

Although it was only an inadvertent glimpse, Thales had enough to see: Despite the beautiful shape, Lilian's upper body, from neck to chest from waist to abdomen, was all scarred and heartache.

This made him startled: What kind of grudges did Glover and his confidante have accumulated to have such a strange relationship?

There was the sound of wearing clothes in the air.

"Open your eyes," Lilian said coldly:

"My old lady is ready."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lilian," but Glover didn't open his eyes, he spoke in pain, his voice trembling:

"I hug—"

Lilian interrupted him.

"Yeah, sorry? Apologize?"

Lilian's words were full of hatred and heartache, complicated and subtle.

"No matter before or after, you will only talk about this."

She put on her clothes and sneered with her reputation elsewhere, just like a long-dead lover:

"Fuck every, once, every time."

As soon as he said this, Glover looked pale.

He shook fiercely, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

Thales stood silently in the corner, not daring to speak a word.

This is not his battlefield.

A few seconds later, facing the unfeeling Lilian, Glover stood up:

"I understand."

He held down the table with difficulty, turned to the door, and even ignored Thales:

"I'm leaving now."

Just now.

"Wait!"

Lilian's voice came again coldly.

Glover's body froze in place.

"Wait until your blood is dry," Lilian stared at the bandage on his body with complicated expressions:

"They will scare away the guests."

Lilian's footsteps sounded, and she walked to the door.

Glover was motionless, he didn't even dare to look back at her, let alone speak.

"What are you looking at?"

Lilian noticed Thales who was on the sidelines, her gaze sharpened, and she was about to pull open her clothes:

"mine?"

Thales was startled and quickly bowed his head.

Lilian looked at him for a second, only then gave a grin and opened the door with amorous feelings.

"Humph,."

The sound of closing doors rang.

In the ambiguously decorated room, Thales and Glover were relieved.

The former leaned completely against the wall, while the latter staggered and sat down on a chair.

One contemplates carefully, and the other can't afford to be depressed.

"Glover?" Thales asked tentatively.

"Yes, Wyah-Your Highness?" The slumped Glover responded halfway before realizing that there was no one else in the room, and changed his honorific title.

The conversation stopped here, and both of them were silent for a while.

It seems that Lilian's influence has not been eliminated.

In the end, Thales sighed and broke the silence:

"How's Commuto?"

Glover came back to his senses and said in a daze:

"Tinck moved him to another room, and he has to rest for a while-Master Karabyan and I can't catch his fists."

Thales frowned:

"So, Cohen, do you recognize him?"

Glover nodded, still in the bottom of his mood, absent-minded:

"When we close up."

The two fell silent again.

Thales finally couldn't help but speak: "About just..."

With a click, the door opened again.

Thales and Glover instinctively shut up, and both looked away from each other.

"Ah, this soaking in urine is so long, it makes me so cool..."

Tinker sighed comfortably, and walked in with his belt.

"Hey, I saw Lilian out."

He looked at Glover, who was depressed in the room, and automatically ignored Thales, a young man who was still shrinking in the corner.

Tinker sat down in front of Glover and sighed:

"You...you have to understand her, Fatty."

Hearing this title, Glover trembled slightly.

"I understand." The zombie slowly recovered. He looked at the man in front of him, showing gratitude and closeness: "Thank you, Tinker."

"brothers."

Tinker's eyebrows moved.

He wanted to say something, but after all he did not speak.

Tinker hesitated and stretched out his hand, seeming to want to pat Glover's shoulder, but he stopped after seeing the bandage on his body.

"So," Tinker looked complicated: "Are you whipped by your boss again? Like last time?"

Glover looked gloomy and shook his head:

"Different."

Tinker snorted softly:

"Will it be as unlucky as last time? You know, you were locked up for months--"

"Do not."

Glover shook his head to deny, and subconsciously looked to the corner:

"I changed my boss."

"He... has a good temper."

Thales quickly lowered his head and made an "I don't know you" attitude.

"That's good." Maybe it was not in the context, Tinker didn't notice these small interactions, but sighed with emotion: "Lillian was going crazy in those days."

Hearing this name, Glover was touched and shook again.

The two men sat facing each other in silence.

"I don't understand." A few seconds later, the brother who seemed to have recovered some anger, thought of something, and became angry:

"The green skin outside—"

Glover closed his mouth, glanced at Thales, and changed his official title:

"I mean the police officer."

Tinker shook his head indifferently: "Huh?"

Glover withdrew his suspicion:

"He's not Lilian's man?"

"No," Tinker chuckled and shook his head: "Lilian said that he is a good man, great."

"Too good to be her man."

Glover was silent for a while when faced with deep meaning.

"It's not her man...that is to say, you are only working with Qingpi?"

Tinker sneered slightly:

"Cooperation? That idiot Qingpi? Just his brain?"

Thales raised his eyebrows and regretted Cohen's reputation for a second.

"It was he who thought we were cooperating with him-to make him feel a sense of accomplishment, then he would protect us in turn.

Tinker satisfactorily:

"Lilian knew him very early, and I have to say that sometimes that guy is quite useful."

He glanced at Glover for a second:

"It's better than expecting an illegitimate son of a nobleman with enemies everywhere to protect us, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Glover was choked again:

"I……"

As if anticipating the opponent's reaction, Tinker waved his hand impatiently:

"Okay, I'll just make a joke."

He exhaled, and turned his lips to the outside of the door:

"That Qingpi, the guy named Kawaiyan, came a few years ago. A stunned young man, like all other newcomers, is straightforward, clingy, and embracing the great ideal of fairness and justice."

"Since'One Night's War', from the Black Street to the Underground Street, from the Red Square Street to the Linhe Street, from the Brotherhood to the Iron Bat Club, he jumped up and down, and once caused the Xiacheng and Xihuan districts to be turbulent and disturbed. ——It can be regarded as people hate others. I heard that even in the den of Qingpi, many people see him as unpleasant."

Thales thought, digesting Cohen's activities during these years.

"I don't care if my skill is strong, and the skin is hard to handle. After all, we haven't encountered such a green skin before," Tinker clasped his arms and smiled sarcastically:

"But I heard that he is not ordinary, and even served on the front line in the West. The big figures in the gang are unwilling to confront him. Otherwise, at his level, can he still be alive and well?"

Glover's eyes gathered slightly:

"So, did he bring about a change?"

"Change?" Tinker twitched the corners of his mouth silently as if he had heard some absurd joke.

"I admit that it might be quite new at the beginning: Wow, the Qingpi nest in Xicheng, there is a green leather with skill, backing, and a little conscience."

At this point, Tinker sneered disdainfully.

"But as everyone-whether it is us or the black silks-gradually figured out how to deal with this idiot: to buy out the contacts around him, to figure out his principles of action, to see his law enforcement habits, and to see the dishes. He even cut off his enthusiasm from both ends: we hide the people he wants to catch in advance, and we buy the green skin to release the people he catches, give him false information, stumble him, give him food and hang out, a few years Passed..."

Tinker's mood became lower and lower, and his mockery became more deliberate.

"Facts have proved that he is no different from the previous black-hearted green skins."

He shook his head disdainfully:

"It's a little bit happy at best."

Thales sighed inwardly.

He heard that Tinker, who had a close relationship with Glover and Lilian, seemed to be a member of the Blood Bottle Gang.

If Glover was really a beggar of the Blood Bottle Gang as he himself said, then their old acquaintance relationship would be understandable.

It's just-Thales is a little strange-why this Tinker, when talking about Cohen, has such complicated feelings?

Glover was silent for a while, and snorted:

"I have a friend who is right: that Qingpi, he has a brain problem."

"You'd better stay away from him."

Tinker laughed again.

But unexpectedly, this time he actually shook his head.

"It's not a matter of mind."

Tinker sighed softly:

"Red Square Street, Black Street, Underground Street, Grand Bazaar, Sewers, and even Xingju Square and Fuxing Palace... The bricks, walls, plants and trees of Yongxing City have been in the sun for hundreds of years. It's been raining and snowing for hundreds of years."

"Nothing has changed."

"It won't change."

Glover frowned and looked at him.

"It's like someone uses invisible glue. Everything in the entire Yongxing City is glued together. It's strong and sticky," Tinker said in a daze:

"Leave it to wind and rain, sun and rain, it just won't move."

Hearing this, Telston was taken aback.

"And a guy with only ideals and morals, don't say he is just a silly little green skin, even if he is the smartest scholar in the world, the most powerful warrior, the most powerful king..."

Tinker showed loneliness and helplessness, and smiled indifferently:

"Huh, it's the same, nothing can be changed."

Thales was in a daze for a moment.

Only have ideals and morals...

Nothing can be changed.

"It's just like the **** world we are in," Tinker leaned on the table, and his mood fell: "It never changes."

"will not."

I know that this one is only 4,500 words, which is a bit short.

(End of this chapter)