Cohen walked in the alley of the underground street with his head down, his eyes blank, turning a blind eye to the beggars and homeless people under the eaves on both sides, as well as their veiled eyes.

"Cohen."

The slovenly man in front of him on the left is covering up the bloodstains on his clothes, a gangster further away is secretly selling the contents of his pocket to others, and the beggar under the opposite eaves is fighting for an ownerless ring with another skinny colleague.

of ownership.

But Cohen just walked past them in a daze, ignoring and turning a deaf ear.

What does that have to do with him?

"Cohen?"

The brilliance of the stars allowed him to focus on his own world without any distractions. The hustle and bustle in the distance could not attract his attention, and the noise nearby could not disturb his thoughts. The underground streets and even the downtown area seemed to be just a place for him.

Place names on paper.

He seemed to be walking beyond the horizon, transcending everything and completely forgetting himself - just like many noble children he knew, who had their eyes on the kingdom and the world in mind, and were destined to achieve great things.

but……

"Cohen!"

Finally, Cohen, who was wandering in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses.

"What's wrong?"

Cohen looked around subconsciously:

Leyock was still ten steps away, full of disdain and repulsion towards them. Glover dutifully stayed by the prince's side, using his body shape and expression to block all ill-intentioned covetous glances.

Cohen lowered his head: the speaker, the second prince, looked at him deeply, his eyes full of inquiry.

"Cheer up."

Thales's words were unquestionable:

"You have been a vigilance officer for six years. What Morris said should not have such a big impact on you."

What Morris said…

Cohen's eyes were blank.

[What you are fighting is not gangs, crime, or even evil.]

[You represent the power of this country, stand in the position of the strong, and face the resistance of the weak.]

Cohen shook his head desperately.

"No, it has nothing to do with what that scumbag said, it won't affect me -"

"That's weird." Glover interrupted him coldly.

Cohen stared at the zombie blankly, his expression struggling.

Thales sighed:

"Look, Cohen, you have to know that Morris was a member of the Brotherhood, and everything he said—"

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Cohen suddenly spoke loudly, causing both Thales and Glover to jump.

Even Leyock in front frowned and turned back.

Thales frowned and looked at him: Cohen didn't often react like this.

"It's not his words...no, no..."

At this time, Cohen's expression changed and he murmured urgently.

"Hey," Glover patted Cohen carefully, while glaring back at the few idle men who were attracted from a distance:

"are you alright……"

Cohen suddenly looked up!

"When you reversed the situation in the Palace of Heroes and forced all parties to cease fighting and retreat, Your Highness."

The vigilance officer stared at Thales eagerly, as if he wanted to find some answer:

"Were they, the Exeters, moved by your words?"

Thales was startled.

Exeter people...

But Cohen shook his head, his expression bitter.

"My old man's reply said this, 'Words are only expressions, actions only reflect the heart.'"

"As for 'silly words can deceive people', this is just a beautiful fantasy of writers."

Thales' expression changed and he stopped talking.

"He said it was not your words that moved the people of Exeter, Your Highness," the vigilance officer lowered his head slumped:

"It's about what they really think, what they have experienced personally, and what their interests are - you are just the one who lifts the curtain and sees their true intentions."

Thales was silent for a while.

"Count Turami Karabiyan is worthy of being called the 'Wise Prime Minister'," the prince sighed:

"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will visit your father."

Cohen's eyes struggled, as if he was going through a cruel struggle.

"I was very unconvinced by the old man's words at that time, but..."

"Same, Your Highness," Cohen breathed out: "That fat man is very good at talking, but he can't sway me with just a few words."

"Unless it shakes me, there is something else."

He looked dimly at the narrow alley, as if he could never see the end.

Thales looked at him and sighed inwardly.

"I refuse to admit it, but," Cohen hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to speak decisively:

"Yes, my 'Sword Heart' has been shaken,"

"My moves are becoming more and more proficient, and the edge of the sword is getting sharper every time," Cohen gritted his teeth: "But the person wielding the sword is stained with rust."

"This is the reason why I have stagnated and made no progress in the past six years."

Thales frowned.

"Maybe you should go back to the battlefield and roll in the blood again." Glover sneered slightly, looking a little uncomfortable with him:

"Instead of going out on the streets every day to catch thieves."

"Jialun!" Thales gave Glover a warning look, and the latter stopped talking.

"I was serious."

Cohen did not appear angry, but his eyes were slumped:

"But what shook me was not the nonsense said by that damn fat man."

"It's about me and my experience in this city during these six years."

Experience in this city.

Thales paused for these words, and the memory of the abandoned house wrapped around his feet again like a dream and mist.

"You know, Your Highness, the little girl who just stole your money."

Cohen walked behind the prince and said absentmindedly:

"Maybe she doesn't like stealing money or blackmailing. When she grows up, she doesn't like picking up customers like her mother or messing around like her father."

"But she had no choice."

Thales and Glover paused at the same time. The former thought of the abandoned house, and the latter thought of Red Square Street.

Cohen stumbled on an irregular stone, but he didn't notice it and continued:

"Under the example of her mother and father - or perhaps just her mother's best friend - she could only follow suit and become like most people on this street: shrewd, vicious, shameless and narrow-minded."

"When she grows up, she will just become another insensitive wandering prostitute like her mother, or an idle rogue like her father."

"There is no more way."

Thales and Glover fell silent together.

Cohen gritted his teeth and held the hilt of the sword at his waist:

"Because she was born here."

"Like everyone on this street."

Glover raised his head and interrupted Cohen with a cold face:

"Then do something."
To be continued...