In Lower City District 1, on a cold windy, noisy and chaotic street, three figures in cloaks took long strides, pushing through the crowd and blending into the chaotic atmosphere:
The local "local escort" smiled and shouted to attract customers, while casting malicious looks at his colleagues; the owner and the thief chased each other for a thrilling distance, causing passers-by to complain; idlers and homeless people spread their arms and legs.
Lying on the dirty roadside, waiting for hiring business to meet today's three meals; the panting porter and cargo man numbly piled the goods in front of the shop, ignoring the shopkeeper's curses; the coachman on the way was irritable
They whipped the horses, drove away the people blocking the road in the mud, and stopped the scoundrels who wanted to sneak up and hitch a ride; adventurers and mercenaries gathered around the rotten and blackened wooden bulletin board, searching for information on it.
All the information from official wanted to private entrustment; the dark night priest stood on the wooden box at the corner of the street, looking down at the people passing by, sad and helpless, using a dry voice to continue his sermon that no one cared about; the mysterious people wearing weapons and hiding their heads with their tails exposed.
The dangerous aura of "keep away from strangers" flashed across the street from time to time, to negotiate an unspeakable deal; in the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two big men who had made enemies in a bar beat each other to a bloody head amidst the cheers.
, refused to give up; shrewd and vicious vendors habitually bargained with equally sophisticated customers, trying to squeeze out the last bit of advantage from each other; wandering orioles gathered at the intersection of dirty and dilapidated alleys to make poses, their heads in disrepair.
There were undisguised screams from the second floor of the hotel; a gambling gang gathered on the corner of the street to gamble, and there were many people from bookmakers, shills, thugs to robbers; a group of sneaky gangsters gathered together mysteriously
Here and there, he stares at every passer-by with a sly look, discussing in low voices from time to time...
"We shouldn't be here at all, looking at all this shit - it's too dangerous."
Glover forcefully pushed away a vendor who wanted to sell them goods.
"Relax, we are safe for now, zombie - you don't mind if I call you that, right?" Thales' voice came from beside him.
Glover shook his head and said he didn't mind.
But the zombie lowered his head and listened carefully to the movement behind him. His hand was hidden under his cloak and pressed on the hilt of the sword: In the alley that the three of them had just walked through, several vicious gangsters were attacking two poor people who had no money to repay their debts.
People were punched and kicked without mercy.
Cohen frowned and caught up with him in two steps. He used his tallness and strength to blow away the debt collectors with three punches and two kicks. When he turned around, he found that the beaten debtor was gone.
Looking at the vigilance officer's actions, Thales sighed and explained helplessly:
"First, we are all wearing cloaks, which implies that we have another identity or mission, and it also means that we may have hidden weapons. There are unknown dangers in attacking us."
"Secondly, your body shape and gait are not easy to mess with at first glance. Coupled with the configuration of the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards - the kind that can fight."
"Third, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping incident, the Black Street Brotherhood dispatched a large number of people to the Hongfang Street Station to confront the Blood Bottle Gang, including many 'dangerous people' who can threaten us.
"
"So in fact, we are much safer than we think."
As Thales spoke, he glared at a street gangster who was secretly looking at them. The latter immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Well, His Highness said exactly what I wanted to say..."
Cohen sadly touched the corner of his clothes that had been scratched during the fight, and walked back to Thales and Glover unhappily:
"We...uh, what were we talking about just now?"
Glover glanced at Cohen disdainfully.
"When I was young, the fraternity had not yet emerged. But when I grew up, I rarely came here."
The zombie said as he knocked away a drunken drunkard:
"But downtown is dangerous at any time."
Cohen helped the drunkard and let him slide slowly against the wall so as not to fall over.
The security officer patted Glover on the shoulder:
"You have to go out for a walk, zombie. I also had the illusion that 'it's very dangerous here' at first..."
"Call me that again," Glover's expression remained unchanged and his voice turned cold:
"You'll know: it's not an illusion."
Cohen's smile froze on his face.
Thales smiled and took over the conversation:
"The Xiacheng District is home to most of the poor people in Yongxing City. It is also a community. Of course, it is not as dangerous as the public says. You can go in but you can't go out, and you can't come back."
Glover nodded.
Thales thought of something, and his voice was slightly lowered: "At least it's not full of fangs, choosing people to eat..."
But right now.
Snapped!
Thales suddenly stretched out his hand and held down a little girl who passed by him and was covered in dirt.
Both Cohen and Glover were startled. The little girl looked at the boy in panic, trying hard to struggle against Thales' wrist.
"I thought you could tell," Thales spoke softly and said to this thin girl who was only seven or eight years old:
"I don't have any money"
Thales pouted at the sturdy vigilance officer and vanguard officer:
"The money bag is on them."
The dirty little girl was about to cry, but her eyes moved shrewdly from side to side.
Memories of the streets from the past came flooding back, and Thales suddenly felt like he had seen them before, so he raised his head and looked around.
"Hey! What did you do to my daughter!"
Sure enough, in the alley next to where the wandering warblers gathered, a middle-aged woman with makeup as thick as a paint tray and clothes as messy as a clothes drying pole rushed out at the right time, wailing in a sharp and mean country accent, pointing
Thales yelled:
"Everyone, come and take a look. Someone is bullying a little girl in the street! Do you want to be shameless! Do you have to be shameless?"
Passers-by immediately turned their heads and started cheering.
"I tell you, Alessa is my baby!"
"Her father is a well-known hero in this street. If you don't give me an explanation, don't even think about it——"
The woman with heavy makeup looked up and found two tall, muscular men in cloaks - Cohen and Glover - standing next to Thales.
Her voice suddenly became softer, and she suddenly smiled:
"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."
The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter viciously:
"I know you little brat is restless! Have you taken something from someone else again? How many times has your mother taught you? Even if you want it again, you can't just take something from someone else! This is the most basic virtue of being a human being! Quick,
Hand it over! Apologize to brother!"
"Don't worry, she didn't take anything."
Thales smiled slightly and released his right hand.
The girl named Alessa cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, not forgetting to give Thales the same vicious look as her mother.
"What's wrong, dear?" As if in a drama, a slovenly gangster came over with a vicious voice, followed by five or six gangsters or vagrants with the same evil intentions gathered behind him:
"I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"
Thales frowned slightly.
Upon hearing the man's voice, the woman immediately changed her face and became fierce again:
"Okay, since she didn't take anything, then you have wronged a good person! Let me tell you, Yongxing City has its laws! We are poor, but people who are poor have ambitions, and dignity is priceless.
You denigrate someone's innocence out of thin air..."
"So it's you?" The gangster came over with his ears picked out and squinted at Thales:
"Bullying others with power, slandering my daughter as a thief on the street..."
But the next moment, Glover turned around neatly, raised his arm, and punched out!
With a bang, the leading gangster flew two meters away, bleeding, and fell to the ground motionless.
Amidst the exclamations of the onlookers, his accomplices behind him immediately scattered when they saw that the situation was not good.
The woman trembled when she saw this, and her voice dropped again.
"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, please forgive me," she apologized flatteringly, while slapping Alessa hard:
"She has not been smart since she was a child..."
The three of them were speechless, watching the woman dragging the girl into the alley, cursing all the way, and soon appeared at another intersection, looking for the next target.
Under the eyes of Glover and Cohen, the passers-by who did not see the show sighed in disappointment and turned away one after another.
Thales sighed and continued what he had just said:
"Of course, this place is not as safe as you think, especially when you gradually lose your guard against it, like..."
"It's like a big desert."
Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Cohen.
Thales and Glover both turned their heads.
"It's both dangerous and safe."
I saw the security officer looking at the wandering girl who was holding her daughter and staring furtively at passers-by on the street, silently lost in thought.
Cohen sighed quietly, contrary to his usual detachment:
"It's neither dangerous nor safe."
"Have you been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.
Cohen shook his head and did not answer, obviously not very interested.
Thales also remembered something, nodded and said:
"Just like everyone in the world only hears its name, but doesn't know the other side and the distance."
"Even though we are only separated by a wall from there, it is only a stone's throw away."
But it is as far away as a natural chasm.
The difference between cloud and mud.
Cohen came to his senses glumly:
"Speaking of which, where exactly are we going?"
Thales observed the unusual behavior of the security officer and smiled calmly:
"Where there are answers."
Cohen and Glover both frowned, puzzled.
Confused, they could only follow the prince step by step, going deeper into this increasingly complex and dangerous neighborhood.
Glover grew up on Hongfang Street in the Western District, but he knew very little about the downtown area. Although Cohen worked for the Police Department, he didn't seem to be familiar with this place. The two of them stumbled along the way and were embarrassed.
It was Thales who was able to walk through the streets with ease - he was already familiar with this place, and with the help of "Never Lost", he was even more comfortable without any hesitation.
"This damn mud, have all the road management funds been eaten by dogs... Your Highness, can I ask, this is obviously the Lower City area," Cohen asked in embarrassment after pulling his boots out of the mud pit for the third time:
"But why are you so skilled!"
On the other side, Glover said nothing, but roughly kicked a stone blocking the road and followed the prince's footsteps.
"Didn't I tell you?"
Thales lied casually without changing his expression:
"The Royal Family of the Bright Star are blessed and protected by the gods, and they will never go astray."
Huh?
"Bless? Bless? Never go astray?"
Cohen scratched his head.
So, my old man is lying to me again?
When I was young, he clearly told me that the Bright Star royal family was burdened with an eternal curse...
"So, follow me closely and don't get lost." Thales somehow remembered the journey in the dark path. He fluttered his cloak and stepped forward:
"Some roads are like life. Once you are left behind, you can never go back."
Glover thought of something, but he was silent and just tightened his cloak.
"So, you said, you want to come here to find the answer? Lower City." Cohen stared at his feet cautiously, guarding against the road that was as bad as the Blade Tooth Camp.
Thales nodded.
"To be honest, my day has been quite ups and downs."
"Hope and gloom alternate, success and setbacks go hand in hand, surprises mix, sorrows and joys are connected."
Thales moved forward, passed through several door openings skillfully, and said quietly:
"It's like the past few months, the past six years, the past... my whole life."
Glover and Cohen were startled.
"Tell me, have you ever seen a callous, desperate person whose hope was shattered and who had no other options, so he just dropped everything?"
The young man moved forward, looking at the noise and noise of the street, and raised the corners of his mouth.
Cohen rolled his eyes: "I've seen a lot of -"
Glover frowned: "Yes -"
The voices of both sides rose and fell at the same time, and they couldn't help but stop talking and glance at each other.
"Huh?" Thales urged absentmindedly.
"In the desert—" Cohen continued.
"The Western Front battlefield——" Glover also said at the same time.
Cohen and Glover looked at each other again, both filled with dissatisfaction at "stealing my words."
"I'm in the purge campaign-"
"During the desert war——"
The two people who already had a rift stopped again and looked at each other fiercely:
"Hey, hey, have you had enough?"
"If you interrupt me again——"
"You two!"
Thales finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Do you need me to open a room so that you can continue your romance and love each other?"
The vigilance officer and the vanguard officer then fell silent and turned away with a cold hum:
"snort."
As expected, he is D.D's follower - this is Cohen who feels good about himself.
As expected, he is a relative of Doyle - this is the disdainful Glover.
(In the Doyle Mansion in Dongcheng District, D.D, who was lying on the bed, eating fruit, flipping through pornographic albums, and nursing his injuries. He was so comfortable that he sneezed loudly, startling Baron and Mrs. Doyle outside the door.
He rushed into the room heartbreakingly again: "My poor son!")
"Where...did I say it?" Thales exhaled and said unhappily.
"Desperate people——" Glover and Cohen said in unison again, frowning and looking at each other.
Thales nodded, looking at the chaos and disorder on the street, thoughtfully:
"Now, meeting these people in Xiacheng District can make me feel that I am still living in a normal world, not other people's circles..."
some other people……
Cohen and Glover started thinking at the same time, but they had different answers.
But Thales didn't expect their answers, he just sailed in his own memory:
"Have you ever seen a person who regards rudeness and rudeness as a sign of personality, and a person who regards eccentricity as a witty phrase?"
Cohen sighed: "When I was a kid——"
Glover snorted coldly: "In the family——"
Both parties who spoke at the same time for the umpteenth time stopped their mouths and looked stiff.
Thales looked at them suspiciously:
"Are you sure you don't need to book a room?"
Cohen and Glover held back their faces and decided not to speak.
Thales sighed softly: He missed Huaiya and Rolf.
The prince continued to sigh:
"There are also those who regard pretentiousness as a reserved style, and regard speculation and suspicion as daily social interaction..."
"And taking the unspoken tacit understanding as a matter of course, and taking duplicity as the rule of conduct..."
"Think of hypocrisy and pretense as propriety, and ambiguity as a person who is watertight..."
"Unfortunately, I have seen these people many times these days."
Thales sighed:
"Maybe we'll see you again in the future."
"And they all set their sights on me, whether it's hope or coercion, scrutiny or disdain, they all expect me to find answers to questions they can't answer."
Thales' eyes were filled with sadness:
"But they were wrong."
The prince pushed aside a clothes-drying pole and walked down a flight of steps.
"I don't have an answer."
"At least not the answer they want, not even the answer I want."
Thales stepped on the dirt road of memory step by step, just like it had been many years ago.
It seems nothing has changed.
The prince's emotions infected Glover and Cohen, and they both thought about it in silence.
"But in their eyes, I couldn't feel myself. I didn't know what I was doing, what I was going to do, and what I could do."
Thales led them out of the alley and to another street, which was much more dilapidated, but also much quieter.
"I don't even know who I am."
Thales looked at the deserted and sparse streets from a distance and fell into silence.
"You are a noble person and extremely intelligent," Grover said stiffly:
"Naturally, one has to shoulder important responsibilities, far beyond those of ordinary people."
"That," Cohen came back to his senses and became anxious after hearing this:
"I, I think so too!"
The zombie glanced at him.
Thales looked back at them and smiled.
"Yeah, 'It doesn't matter, fate will prepare everything for you,' my father once said."
Thales looked at the uneven ground under his feet and moved forward again.
"For six years, this sentence has always worked."
"Especially when I was still in the North."
"At that time, I had no chance to hesitate," Thales frowned, thinking of the tragically laughing Death Crow, "I could no longer hesitate."
But Thales suddenly raised his head.
"but……"
The young man avoided an alley where thieves gathered:
"What if fate is also lazy and lazy?"
Glover and Cohen both frowned.
"If even fate refuses to show me its form, it just presents an empty mirror in which people can only see their helpless face," Thales gritted his teeth:
"Then how can I see my answer clearly?"
Glover pursed his lips, thoughtfully.
Cohen's eyes widened and he looked confused.
"Have you ever played chess? 'The Rise and Fall of Empires'?"
Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty and obstructed streets in the lower city, raised his head in confusion, and looked at the clear blue and spotless sky of Yongxing City.
Glover raised his head:
"yes."
Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment and his voice became smaller and smaller:
"I, um, hey, I know the rules... I can't help it, the old man taught his cousin all his chess skills..."
Thales smiled slightly.
"Since I returned to the kingdom, many people have wanted to play chess with me these days, and I have satisfied them all."
Thales continued to move forward, his eyes getting sharper:
"There is one most special person among them."
"The method used is not the one I am used to."
They walked onto an unfamiliar street. The houses and lanes here were stacked on top of each other, and they could barely see the orderliness of the original planning.
But it is still full of beggars and gangsters, and it is difficult to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.
"When most people play chess, all they see are the chess pieces and the chess game."
Thales sidled aside to avoid a carriage that was throwing mud and water:
"But he's not."
The prince's eyes showed solemnity.
"Whether he was six years ago or six years later, he was unique and different. Not only did he disdain to get off the field to hold the pieces, he never glanced at the chessboard, and he didn't even care about the situation of the chess game or even the outcome."
Glover's brows frowned more and more, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.
But Thales' words carried invisible power, causing the two of them to subconsciously tighten their bodies.
"Because the only thing he saw outside the chessboard was chess players, no matter how big or small, regardless of superiority or inferiority, each one meditating alone and doing his own thing."
Thales clenched his fists.
"He knows, or he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth:
"The one who makes the choice on the chessboard can always only be the chess player."
The Wings of Legend, Anke Bailar, Zhan Kelvindir, and even the shadow on the throne in the Renaissance Palace all flashed through Thales's mind at this moment.
"Every chess player, every chess player who achieves his or her own achievements due to different choices, always has a trace to follow."
Thales took a deep breath.
"And he caught these, only looking at the chess players, and only using the chess players as pieces - he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess players, it didn't matter what kind of chess game he wanted."
"Just like a king who doesn't respect blood," Thales gently pressed his chest:
"The bloodline is honored by the king."
Glover and Cohen were silent, one solemn and the other confused.
Thales gradually clarified his thoughts and spoke in a fearful tone.
"He is an opponent I have never seen before, and his tactics cannot even be described as 'brilliant' or 'inferior'."
"Connecting different chess players together is his chessboard."
"For this reason, he was willing to tie his own hands and feet, even commit suicide and lose his son, or even overturn the chessboard."
Thales's eyes were ethereal and his thoughts were wandering.
"Just like some players know how to operate, some players are good at operations, some players understand skills, and some players see the overall situation..."
"But he..." Thales sighed:
"He just focused on the power of the host!"
Cohen finally no longer felt lonely: he saw with satisfaction that Glover also showed a confused and confused expression at this moment.
"Just get used to it," the security officer said as if he was a veteran, patting Glover on the shoulder with satisfaction:
"That's how the prince is, he often talks a lot. I've seen him..."
"I am his personal guard who accompanies him day and night," Zombie said with a cold face and shook off Cohen's hand without shame:
"You don't need to remind me."
But Thales ignored these small details. He was immersed in his own thoughts.
"He chose, or in other words, he believed that he chose the king and the chess player, not the bloodline and the chess game."
The prince took a deep breath, but for a moment he felt a little confused and hesitant.
"But how can he be sure," Thales said slowly:
"If you are respected because of your bloodline, you will definitely be able to honor your bloodline?"
"A piece in the chess game will definitely become a chess player?"
Thales turned back:
"What do you think?"
Glover and Cohen, who were quarreling with each other's eyes, were startled and both came to their senses.
"I can't give you an answer." Glover said cautiously.
"I, I, I still can't understand..." Cohen worked hard for a long time, but still felt discouraged.
"Your Highness is playing a game," Grover coldly reminded this companion who was unclear about his sister:
"With an opponent in the distance that we cannot see, a big shot who is difficult to deal with."
Glover's eyes sharpened:
"Or, more than one."
Thales nodded approvingly.
The security officer blinked and shook his head.
"No, you people who are engaged in politics have made so many twists and turns..."
But before Cohen could answer, Thales moved forward again, leaving behind Cohen who was trying hard to express his opinions, leaving only grievances.
"So he's pushing me, forcing me into it."
Thales thought of the past and his face was as cold as ice:
"Or, he knows that once a chess player like me enters the game..."
"You will become the chess player he wants."
Thales tensed his muscles unconsciously.
"For this he gave me a sword."
The prince looked straight forward, through the streets, as if he saw something.
"Because he knows, or he believes, that no matter where the blade goes, no matter what I do with the sword, block or attack, chop or thrust, once I pick up the sword..."
Thales said quietly:
"I can't let it go anymore."
Feeling Duke Xinghu's struggle and hesitation, Glover said nothing.
But Cohen tried his best to blink.
"Where are you going, what are you doing...sword...uh..."
Cohen's eyes were deep at first, then blank:
"I, I'm sorry, I...I still didn't understand it well."
"It's okay, Cohen," Thales came back to his senses and exhaled: "It's a good thing that you don't understand."
The prince looked at him complicatedly:
"It means you are very happy."
"Don't worry."
But unexpectedly, the security officer shook his head decisively.
"No, no, no, Your Highness, although I know you are scolding me secretly, Master Jedi once told me that when you don't know whether to raise your sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly:
"It's time to ask about your 'heart of the sword'."
Thales was stunned.
"What?"
"Heart of the Sword," Cohen said solemnly and seriously:
"In the Tower of the End, without this thing, you can't graduate."
"Hmph," Glover folded his arms and scoffed:
"It's that weird theory about breaking the tower again."
Cohen glanced at Glover with dissatisfaction, but he did not conflict with him after all. Instead, he turned to ask Thales:
"This is the Tower of the End's overall view of the power of the end: the power of the end is not a tool, but "self"."
"Its training is not the practice of skills, not just the same repetition, but the tempering of the heart, the questioning of oneself more clearly each time: strength and itself, externality and spirit, skills and personality, behavior and beliefs,
The sword is outside, the heart is inside, the moves and skills are outside, and the power of ending is inside. Only when the inner and outer dualities complement each other can the peak of the power of ending be reached."
Thales was thoughtful.
Cohen showed a nostalgic look:
"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the End Tower must embark on a journey to find their own unique - there is no distinction between strength and weakness, only suitability - 'Heart of the Sword'
', the inside and outside are connected to form a large vessel."
"Your sword must go hand in hand with your heart, and your ideas are connected."
"Otherwise, at a certain moment, your heart will always be disconnected from your sword - your martial arts skills will be half the result, and your finishing power will be stagnant, just like you can't force a delicate and thoughtful swordsman to open and close.
Nor can you force a bold and rough fighter to be meticulous in his craftsmanship."
They are parallel and have similar ideas.
Thales was slightly lost in thought, remembering Ricky's explanation of the power of termination in the Prison of Bones.
Glover snorted disdainfully:
"It sounds very exciting. Let's start a fight..."
Cohen ignored Glover and looked at Thales:
"What about you, where is the heart of your sword, Your Highness?"
Thales was silent.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Falkenholz's words.
【Hold on to your sword.】
【Don’t lose it.】
But at this moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart skip a beat!
"You've crossed the line, gentlemen."
Almost at the same time, Cohen and Glover also changed their colors. They bent their knees and pressed their swords vigilantly and solemnly, entering a fighting posture!
Only then did Thales notice that, at some point, the streets around them had become deserted and eerily quiet.
And right in front, a man with a resolute face and strong muscles crossed his arms and stared at them with burning eyes.
A piece of black silk was tied to his left arm, swaying slightly.
"It seems that the scum along the way didn't lie," the man looked at the actions of Cohen and Glover, and his eyes changed:
"It is indeed a tough idea. If you are worthy of this cloak, no wonder you dare to do our street business."
Thales stared at the black silk cloth, silently lost in thought.
"Super level." Grover stared at the resolute man:
"He makes me uncomfortable."
Cohen took a deep breath.
"I recognize this guy, he is on the list of ex-convicts in the security department," the security officer said eagerly:
"'Thunder Axe' Ostru, served in the army before, on a warship in the East China Sea Territory."
"Just in time, take this opportunity to bring him..."
But at this moment, Ostrow whistled softly.
Soon, footsteps sounded from all directions, ranging from scattered to deafening.
Within a few seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three people.
Glover and Cohen counted the number of people for the first time, and their expressions changed.
"This is also..." Cohen's expression twitched.
"Too many, this number of people is extraordinary." Glover concluded solemnly.
Thales frowned.
Cohen exhaled:
"Damn it, the guy with the gloomy face on the back left, I remember, the 'Silent Killer' Leyock, his origin is still unknown."
Thales turned his head to the left, and sure enough, he saw the familiar face - Lyock leaning against the wall, lowering his head and saying nothing. No one among the dozen thugs around him dared to approach him.
"And on the right, that's 'Steel Cone' Adeleanza. In the big market, he must be the one who bullies the market and collects debts. He's a life-threatening Northlander."
"It's strange. These desperadoes have different affiliations. They shouldn't normally get together." Cohen thought.
Glover didn't speak. He just moved his arms to confirm the extent of the impact of his whiplash on his movements.
"Welcome to the underground shopping mall, young gentlemen who come from nowhere."
Ostru took the ax handed over by his subordinates, took a step forward, and showed the ax blade with a smile:
"Gangster Brotherhood, hello to you,"
Underground street.
Thales sniffed it instinctively.
Sure enough, he smelled the vague musty smell in his memory.
It was a place he was familiar with, and Thales felt confused for a while.
"There's only one thing..."
"Come here to play," Thunder Ax tutted and shook his head:
"There is an admission fee."
Ostru waved his hand gently, and the malicious thugs around him slowly approached the three of them.
"I asked for help from the Xicheng Police Department, but the director will be verbose afterwards and then detain me..." Cohen touched his lower back unhappily.
"I have one too, from the royal guard, but with the flag wing..." Glover said dully.
But at this moment, Thales stepped forward generously and without any scruples!
"Yeah, tickets?"
The young man under the cloak ignored the dark crowd of brotherhood and looked straight at Ostrow.
"You know, I quite like it here."
"The feeling every time I come in." With a complicated and subtle mood, Thales looked at the familiar streets around him and sighed: