In the new suburb, Kathleen, the "Phantom Blade" wearing a cloak, sat crookedly on the roof, leaning against a crumbling chimney.

She held her broken arm tightly and stroked the wound that was blocked by dead flesh and bone after the power took effect.

Accompanied by waves of phantom pain, countless fireworks exploded in the distant night sky, making the whole city colorful and brilliant.

In the alley at the far end of the line of sight, a young man wearing exaggerated costumes and funny makeup returned with a tired face. Against the background of the fireworks behind him, he dragged his suitcase stuffed with props and trudged to the door of his house. Jane

And Zhongzhi took out a thin money bag and stroked it back and forth, then he mustered up the courage to open the door of his house with expectation and anxiety.

Kathleen squinted her eyes and counted the beats.

one two three.

As expected, a few seconds later, the lights came on in the room, and at the same time, another old woman's scolding voice sounded, full of words such as "coins" and "what to do".

Katherine sneered in her heart.

Damn, how many years has it been?

As urban areas expand, the cost of working part-time jobs in the city still hasn’t increased?

You deserve it, Emerald City is getting richer and richer.

But the smile in her heart gradually solidified.

It is unbelievable that not long ago she was in a corner of the royal capital - in the dirty underground world where the nobles pinched their noses and refused to come near - the eldest sister who responded to everything, had great energy, and was connected in all directions. When she frowned and spoke,

Even ordinary dignitaries and city officials have to be polite, and even the director of the security department in Xicheng, who was a war hero, has to be wary.

Even a ruthless character like Black Sword Qincha had to sit down and negotiate with her under pressure, make concessions to her, and obediently spit out the fruits of a night of war.

But that's the point.

Because no one knows better than Kathleen, where does the power that makes her respond come from, where do those businesses full of oil and profit come from, and what are the foundations of those respect and prestige that others cannot match.

Therefore, when the call of "Ning Yin Yin Yu" came, she had no choice.

No matter how reluctant she was, she could only leave overnight to return to her hometown, the past, and the Emerald City.

Returning to the place she had spent her entire life trying to escape from.

After all, she didn't want to make the same mistake that Turnbull and Red Viper had made - the former returned to the prison river and took a free ferry, while the latter ran away with his head in his arms and could only eat scraps.

But now...

Katherine felt a dull pain in her broken arm and lower abdomen, but her expression remained unchanged and she seemed unaware - just like when she was beaten with a cane by the nuns in the almshouse.

Now, she has lost everything and is as depressed as a lost dog. She can only hide in the place she hated the most and was most accustomed to when she was a child, lingering.

Praying to see the sun tomorrow.

Katherine instinctively clenched her fists.

But after a few seconds, she realized that the hand she was squeezing in her consciousness was the hand she had lost long ago.

But that's the point.

Is not it?

Katherine let out a breath, let go of the imaginary hand, and clenched her remaining fist.

The rules of this world are like this. Everyone is rushing to climb, coming and going, going up and down. Those who can keep up will move forward, and those who can't keep up will fall down.

There are always people climbing up and people always falling down.

And she's used to it.

Just like her grandfather, his legs and feet were too slow to run, and he was separated from the rebels - who knew whether they were cruel and barbaric rebels, or the defeated soldiers of the kingdom who fled, or even waves of King Qin's troops heading to the front line, it was all the same.

Nothing will be left behind wherever they pass - and there will be no more news from the team.

Just like her mother, in a messy refugee camp, her father sold her to a group of similarly hungry soldiers for the price of two loaves of bread. She was dragged away in shock and numbness, never to return.

Just like her father, because he had filled his stomach, he hesitated for a while about the transaction price, and failed to sell her to another 'good family' before Katherine secretly sharpened the blade in her hand, so he went early

Cross the prison river and be freed from pain.

Just like her brother, he didn't notice the push from his sister behind him, so he fell down and failed to catch the carriage that took the orphans from the orphanage into the city. In the end, he was not blessed to enjoy the sufficiency of the gentlemen and ladies in the city.

I was moved by the kindness and kindness of the Kingdom of Stars, and the generous charity of a spoonful of porridge every three days.

Just like Nadya, after the girl understood how much a good priest who was kind and kind and gave the girls an extra spoonful of porridge every day cared about their "bodies", she didn't have the guts to use the sharp knife she handed to her.

Blade finally hanged himself alone under the statue of the Sunset Goddess, and got his wish and went straight to heaven.

Just like the good priest, after he expressed to him the sadness of the death of his best friend and the vulnerability of the urgent need for comfort, he became kind-hearted and compassionately volunteered to do an unknown "late night confession" for her, and ultimately lost his reputation.

And Qiancheng, of course, and the nose.

Just like the slightly pretty girl in her roommate when she first joined the Blood Bottle Gang.

Just like "Dogtooth" Bot.

Just like Turnbull.

Like...

Faces flashed before my eyes, vague yet real.

The next second, the wound on her abdomen hurt again, making Kathleen frown slightly.

The Phantom Blade shook his head, leaving the memories and returning to reality.

No, there are always people climbing up and people always falling down.

Katherine sniffed, forcing herself to raise the corners of her mouth and reveal a decisive smile.

If you climb up, keep climbing; if you fall down, keep going again.

Until you climb to the top and reach the finish line.

But, can she climb to the top? Is there really an end to this road?

Or is it enough that she just needs to climb with all her strength and doesn't care about anything else?

Suddenly, Katherine felt something in her heart. She stood up slowly holding on to the chimney and turned around.

At some point, a strange yet familiar figure appeared on the roof not far away, facing her from a distance.

It flickered under the fireworks.

Kathleen's pupils shrank, her breath froze, and she subconsciously wanted to draw the knife!

But she quickly understood something and took action.

"Fuck," Kathleen sighed, released the handle of the knife, and lowered her hood, "you still found it here."

The masked uninvited guest remained motionless, just staring at the fireworks on the horizon.

"You should run for your life, Little Knife." He said softly.

God knows how much she hates this old nickname.

Katherine snorted coldly:

"True words, Turnbull's wild dogs."

Lausanne II chuckled.

He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze towards the abandoned sentry tower not far ahead.

"I know, this is a trap."

Katherine's expression changed.

But after all, she was the boss of the party, so she quickly adjusted back and laughed loudly.

"of course!"

She waved her one arm, knocked on the chimney next to her, and laughed:

"I knew you would come! Even if you know I did it on purpose! You know I want to kill you! Ha!"

The laughter of the Phantom Blade spread in the night sky, but the surrounding houses were silent and made no sound.

Lausanne II did not speak, his eyes behind the goggles looked at her quietly.

Damn it.

Katherine gritted her teeth.

"But do you really know who you're up against?"

Luosang said nothing.

"I'm not talking about his identity and power! But from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Kongming Palace, he seemed to predict the future and calculated everything. In just a few days, he took the entire Emerald City as his own and let it be slaughtered! You

Do you know how scary he is?"

Lausanne II smiled and shook his head:

"I've faced scarier ones."

In other words, I followed.
To be continued...