Kingdom’s Bloodline

Red Square Street.

8pm.

The police station and city hall had been evacuated two days ago.

Except that the ruins after the battle still need time to rebuild, Hongfang Street has already opened.

The whole street was brightly lit, full of voices, and men and women of all colors came and went. The most inferior Liuying secretly waved at the back of the dark alley, waited for a person to negotiate the price for a long time, and the two rushed into the one-story house on the other side;

In front of the high-end clubhouse, the graceful clients are attracting all kinds of customers, from drunk veterans to ignorant youngsters, wealthy upstarts from small kingdoms to wealthy businessmen covered in copper smells, with a wide range of services and dizzying looks. -body, devouring the wallets that come and go;

The top ones are the well-dressed coachmen in front of the gates, who park the low-key and luxurious carriages without badges in front of the various guild halls. Greeting the carriage, then driving away, and returning the next day—these are the real big spenders and powerful tycoons, and the identities hidden behind them can even make the bosses of major guild halls chatter their teeth.

Everything is the same as it was twenty days ago, as if Red Square Street never experienced a bloody and terrifying gangster fire, and the protectors and commission collectors of the street have not changed from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Black Street Brotherhood .

Except for the center of Hongfang Street.

There, the ruins of more than a dozen houses blown to pieces by the magic master of qi were still pitch black.

And in this darkness, dozens of people were busy digging under the ruins, and the sound of iron catalpa colliding with soil was heard continuously.

Under the moonlight, "Sleepless Eye" Corbion Lancer, the intelligence leader of the Brotherhood of the Black Streets, stood among the ruins in a scarlet cloak, looking at the darkness around him, and at the same time The lights of thousands of families in the distance could not help frowning.

Too close... he thought.

Those opened guild halls are still too close to the site we want to excavate.

In the distance, a sleepless person whistled, which was a signal: two people passed by, everything is normal.

Lancer nodded to another sleepless person in the darkness.

But he saw the lights on the top floor of a guild hall next door lit up, and the lights dimly illuminated a road leading here.

Lancer snorted dissatisfiedly through his nose.

too close.

Immediately, a knowing sleepless man left behind him, communicated for a while with another fraternity member, and the latter strode towards the hall.

Not long after, the lights on the top floor of the guild hall went dark, and the surrounding ruins fell into darkness again.

Lancer just nodded.

It's time for that kid Rick to extend the closed hours.

It affects our work too much.

But we can only do these things at night.

But Lancer knew that to ban Red Square Street from opening and make the nobles endure for one more day, it would be faster for each of them to cut an acre of land in their own territory and give it to the Brotherhood.

Lancer walked forward slowly.

After ten days and ten nights, they dug a full ten meters deep and twenty meters wide under the chess and card room, but they didn't find anything.

Now, it can still be covered up with the excuse of "finding clues to the magician of Qi" and "finding the truth about the death of Brother Tarun and Moria", but if they can't find it anymore...

If we can't find any more, we will be discovered sooner or later--Lancer thought darkly.

Whether it is the secret department, or the blood bottle gang who is dead but not stiff.

Even, the other ones, the poisonous snakes hiding in the dark.

Even, even if Red Square Street is now owned by the fraternity.

Fortunately, the magic master of qi blasted the surrounding area for them, otherwise they would have to go to great lengths to seek the ownership of all the nearby houses from the owners of the Red Square Street with more or less background,

to start excavation work.

But it's not bad now - according to the plan, the excavation may take a year and a half or even longer to start, unlike now, it can start a few days after taking Red Square Street.

Of course, the uncovered excavation site also increased the difficulty for them to cover up their secrets.

That's why I had to dig it up quickly—Lancer couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

at this moment.

"Found it!" A rough and heroic voice came from afar!

Lancer couldn't help but be moved!

He waved the Sleepless One behind him, and walked forward quickly.

"I found it, Corbion!" A tall and thin figure walked forward holding a long strip wrapped in cloth tightly.

This is a man with a long and narrow face, with dark golden curly hair draped uncomfortably over his shoulders, with a black leather strap tied on his body, three short knives are inserted under the left and right ribs and around his waist, his arms are wrapped in thick Among the thick bandages, his stature was almost second only to Qin Cha, who was two meters tall. Unfortunately, his thin figure affected his appearance.

"The Ripper" Anton Levanowski, one of the six giants of the Brotherhood, the leader responsible for the smuggling of strategic resources such as eternal oil and asphalt mines, is excitedly hugging his long, muddy arms Tiaowu, walking towards Lancer.

Behind him, a fat figure—one of the six giants, Morris, who was in charge of the population business, walked up with a displeased expression.

"It should be this one! I opened it up and took a look, wow...it's exactly the same as the one on the painting..." Anton said in a rough accent, which was particularly harsh.

"You wouldn't have imagined that after ten days of digging, you almost dug through the sewer, and it turned out that it wasn't buried in the ground—it was hidden in the partition between the basement and the ground!"

"If I hadn't slipped and stepped on it while peeing...haha, I would have said that things should not be too complicated...you and Morris have been digging like crazy for ten days...haha..."

Morris behind him crossed his arms and gritted his teeth with a displeased face.

"Look! I've only been here for five minutes, and I wanted to take a pee before I left...

After holding back for more than a dozen seconds, Lancer finally couldn't stand this. He had been rambling on about Nie Da people from the Eastern Continent since more than ten years ago.

"Shut up, skinny man!" Lancer fiercely snatched the long piece from Anton's hand, ignoring the dirt on it, and opened a corner tremblingly.

Anton wanted to say something, but Morris behind him gave him a vicious push, and he staggered.

"Fatty...you're just jealous that I'm better than you..."

"Shut up, Anton!" This time it was Maurice, vicious.

Lancer gently covered the cloth.

"That's right," he said softly, but he couldn't hide the strange excitement in his voice: "That's it."

Lancer stroked the long object with a trembling hand, as if stroking a lover: "It's been a lot of hard work, and we must take down Red Square Street without disturbing the magician or the secret department——finally in return!"

"Hey," Anton spread his hands in displeasure, "Who said the magician wasn't disturbed? Who do you think blows up this ruin?"

"The appearance of the magician of air was an accident, and the black sword failed to lure him away, but he really didn't know about it." Morris said calmly: "But I was thinking, Ashida must know something—so Only then did he give up the chance to kill Heijian, risk his way back to the capital, and intervene in a small turf fight—he may even know that what we are looking for is a weapon that can deal with him."

"But we still found him, under the eyes of the Magician of Qi." Lancer observed the outline of the thing, and said in a serious tone.

When mentioning the Magician of Qi, the three people present were silent for a while.

"When I received the news, I thought you and Qincha were going to die on Red Square Street." Lancer broke the silence and sighed slightly.

"We're lucky," Morris said with his head down, his eyes cast in shadows. "You should look at Moria and Brother Taron—he still likes to pinch balls so much."

"What's wrong with him?" Anton's eyes flashed a strange color.

"Maybe I met a nemesis," Lanser tightly squeezed the package in his hand, and gently closed his eyes: "But he must not be dead."

"Speaking of which, it's been twelve years... I still can't believe it..." Anton gritted his teeth fiercely, recalling in a mixture of fear and hatred: "I saw with my own eyes that the black sword clearly killed Three times... three times..."

"Then he was resurrected," Morris gritted his teeth with a gloomy face, "two hours, three resurrections."

"Four times," Lancer added silently: "Outside the palace gate, after the crown prince was poisoned, Great Sariton killed the monster once."

In an instant, the air in the room between the three seemed to sink.

Anton looked at the long object in front of him, and asked with lingering fear and doubts: "We have been looking for it for ten years—but is this thing really useful? After all, the entire continent is full of anti-magic weapons..."

"Things on those guards can only slightly weaken the influence of magic energy," Lancer said without hesitation: "Only the legendary anti-magic weapons bestowed by the imperial kingdom can really deal with magicians—when they were still in the secret department." , Morat told me so."

"I can't quite believe the information about your former boss." Anton's complexion changed, as if remembering something, he trembled again: "...that old man, even his saliva is highly poisonous."

"By the way, our operation this time," Morris said worriedly: "The Kingdom's Secret Division did not intervene? After all, according to your statement, this is a legendary anti-magic weapon that is not on the list... It is better than owning a magic gun It's still serious..."

Possess a magic gun privately? Lancer hummed softly in his heart.

Possessing a magic gun privately is nothing more than a death sentence, and concealing the legendary anti-magic weapon that is not on the list-hmph.

But Lancer just shook his head: "The king is about to be forty-eight years old, and the selection of nobles and heirs is enough for them to worry about—and, I made a deal with Exeter's dark room, and they will release Morat Interesting news, let Ramon attract the full attention of the secret department, Morat will not find out our purpose - I know my teacher too well."

"But fortunately, neither the magicians of the Blood Bottle Gang nor the secret department know the importance of this thing..." Lanser rubbed the cloth wrap in his hand, thinking deeply.

"By the way, are you really not telling Qincha, Fei Suo, and Rhoda the truth about this matter?" Speaking of the names of the other three Big Six, Anton also frowned like the two of them: "Anyway, Qi Zhi The magician is also missing."

Lancer shook his head dignifiedly, and handed the package to Morris: "Nekla and Catherine have set off to find the blood magician—trust me, I have read the records of the secret department, and the blood magician Compared with the teacher, Ashida is simply more kind than His Royal Highness Midil."

"It is enough for the magician to be confronted by the Big Three of our brotherhood and the black sword. The less others know, the safer it will be," Morris nodded, and tied the long strips on his hands tightly, The words are sad: "For the former Big Nine."

Anthony and Lanser looked serious, and whispered together: "For the former Big Nine."

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