They turned a corner, and Cohen looked at both sides of the street doubtfully:
"It's all over the streets?"
Morris smiled and said nothing.
"of course not."
Thales quickened his pace, walked to them and said coldly:
"If it had come to that, the Brotherhood would have been wiped out long ago."
At that moment, the eyes of Thales and Morris met in the air. The former was cold and the latter laughed, starting a game that only each other knew.
But Taylor's tone immediately changed:
"But there is no doubt that when we appeared in the sight of these people, we were already targeted by the Brotherhood."
Cohen frowned, and Glover subconsciously put his hand on his weapon and watched every passerby on the street vigilantly.
"Exactly," Morris laughed:
"From the moment you set foot on the first floor tile in the lower city, the craftsmen's shops, vendors, beggars, merchants and passers-by have all seen you clearly."
Cohen raised his head and said loudly:
"Bah, who doesn't know that the shops on this street have to pay protection fees to the Brotherhood? They are all under your threat..."
But this time it was Thales who interrupted him.
"But what he said is not wrong." The prince looked at a few day laborers sweating profusely outside a shop doing the hard work of unloading goods. "These people are indeed members of the Brotherhood."
Cohen was puzzled.
One moment it’s not a fraternity, the next moment it’s a fraternity…
Is it a fraternity?
Morris was thoughtful:
"Oh, Your Highness, you know?"
"I don't know," Thales said without changing his expression.
"I only know that you want to take this opportunity to show off your muscles to me and show off the depth of the brotherhood."
Morris, who was worried about being called out, turned around.
"Mr. Security Officer, and this... you all come from extraordinary backgrounds. You must know and have seen the Blood Bottle Gang."
Morris adjusted his mood and chuckled, showing contempt and disdain:
"They are the 'gang aristocrats' with a long history and complex backgrounds that have lasted for hundreds of years. The interest chain behind them is deep and solid. Most of their members are scumbags who walk in the gray area with one hand in black and one in white."
Glover's eyes fell on him.
"But..." Morris changed the subject with a profound meaning:
"Although they seem to be doing the same 'business' to you, as their mortal enemy, the Brotherhood is completely different."
At this moment, Thales saw a shop in front of him and couldn't help but squint his eyes and slow down his pace.
"Not the same?" Cohen shook his head disdainfully:
"You mean, although we are both scum, they are old scum and you are little scum?"
Lyock behind him snorted coldly.
"Is this your bar?"
Everyone turned back together.
I saw Thales standing still, looking at a tavern across the street: in the crowded store, a man with a fierce face was lying unhappily behind the bar, stabbing the countertop with a knife.
Cohen and Glover raised their heads and looked at the rusty old iron sign on top of the tavern:
【The setting sun bless you.】
It looks like it was torn down from a country church in the Temple of the Sunset.
Thales looked faintly at the familiar table and chair store in front of him, recalling the years he had traveled through it countless times:
"That bartender, he looks fierce."
Morris whistled from a distance, and the bartender with a fierce face saw them. He immediately drew the knife in surprise and looked like "do you want to fight?", but Morris immediately made a downward gesture.
Leyock walked into the bar, patted the vicious bartender on the shoulder, started talking to him, and finally comforted him with the disappointed look on his face.
"That's the Sunset Bar."
"Kensky had only taken over within a few months - his predecessor had his head ripped off in a bar fight."
Morris looked at Kerensky's face that kept strangers away from him, then looked at the deserted scene in the Sunset Bar, and sighed:
"You can probably tell: He's not good at this job."
Thales nodded slightly, his words filled with melancholy that only he could understand:
"It's probably not easy to be a bartender here."
Things are different and people are different.
The old man behind the bar is no longer here.
Thales shook his head, turned and left.
"This bar was opened by an old friend," Maurice followed the prince and said helplessly:
"I have to say that after they moved away, there were not many people in the fraternity who knew how to run a bar and could control the place."
"Your old friend must be very powerful." Thales said sincerely.
Hearing this, Morris sighed with complicated emotions:
"At least, when they are still here, no one dares to fight here."
"Yeah, who doesn't know that this is the Brotherhood's own 'Green Zone,'" Cohen snorted angrily with unresolved anger:
"Does anyone still dare to fight here?"
Morris glanced at him.
"Mr. Security Officer, since you said this is your jurisdiction, do you really understand this place?"
Cohen was about to speak, but Morris raised his finger to interrupt him:
"Or, you only catch thieves and punish hawkers, and focus on illegal crimes, but you never go deep into their communities, their families, their trivial daily lives, and see what they live like when they are not on the streets to make a living.
day?"
Cohen paused.
But he quickly responded unconvinced:
"I know that Xiacheng District is a gathering place for immigrants and poor people from other places. It is very poor here..."
"poor?"
Morris suddenly raised his voice, looking amused: "Poverty!"
The fat man's eyes suddenly changed:
"But what do you think of poverty, Mr. Vigilance Officer?"
"Is it the imagination of aristocrats who can't eat meat for a meal and don't have new clothes during the holidays? Or is it the kind of thing described in storybooks that 'will starve to death tomorrow', so dignitaries like to find them the most.
Charitable donations, 'poverty' that seems miserable but is not realistic at all?"
Cohen's brows twitched as he thought about the brotherhood leader's words.
"No, Qingpi," Maurice said rudely, forgetting not to use street slang in front of the prince:
"Real poverty lies between the two. It is not so stereotyped, nor is it so tragic."
Thales' thoughts moved.
"In fact, real poverty is numbness, endurance, muddling along, having no future, being too poor to die but having a difficult life, and being in pain but having no need to commit suicide."
Morris said with emotion:
"This kind of poverty is the real plague that can drive people crazy. It is highly poisonous, contagious, and will continue. However, it is not fatal and seems to be mild."
Cohen thought hard, but to no avail:
"I do not understand."
Morris sneered.
"Well, it may be hard to imagine that you were born into a noble family and became a security officer. You are well-dressed, well-fed, and able to do things conveniently..."
"But there are some poor people who work for a day, spend all they have, and get rewarded according to their work, and get twenty copper coins."
His tone changed:
"However, in the half day after work, in order to satisfy his hunger and support his family, he had to use up all of them, leaving none or one or two..."
"So the next day, he could only work hard again, just for the other twenty coppers, which were destined to be spent again."
Glover and Cohen frowned at the same time.
"Yeah, he won't starve to death," Morris said with a sullen face as he walked down a shabby short step:
"But we have to repeat it forever to keep 'not starving to death'."
"For example, the poor rickshaw driver who lost money in gambling just now."
"Why do you think he borrowed money to gamble? Do you think he will be fine if you prevent him from falling into the loan scam?"
Cohen's eyes changed and he raised his head suddenly.
"Poverty is not a severing blade, vigilante."
"Instead, it is a slowly tightening rope, a patiently rolling millstone."
When Thales heard this, he sighed silently.
At this time, Morris was speaking slowly, like a teacher telling philosophical stories:
"It gives you a little hope of living, but it doesn't let you enjoy the happiness of life, so that it can continue to exploit your life."
"It pushes you to the edge of death, but just enough not to die, so that you can squeeze out everything you can from the numbness day after day."
Morris breathed deeply, as if to feel the sweetness of this breath of air:
"It's called survival - the long death."
Morris clasped his hands behind his back and unknowingly walked to the front of the crowd, looking at the smelly tannery in the distance and the hard-working workers inside.
"In towns and in the countryside, there are always those at the darkest and lowest level, who are struggling to survive, but are often ignored by the kingdom: foreigners who come to the city to seek work, farmers who have lost their land, businessmen who are bankrupt and in debt,
The disabled who have lost their labor, the craftsmen who have been eliminated by the market, the poor who are living in poverty, the beggars who have no dignity, the old people who have no offspring, the widows and widowers who have lost their mainstay, the bad guys who only know how to throw their fists after being discharged from the army, are forced to sacrifice their bottom line, sell their dignity but still return the favor.
A lowly businessman who suffers discrimination and bullying..."
"They are all hosts of poverty, and they are everywhere across the country. There are far more of them than you think - Xiacheng District is just the tip of the iceberg, and it is still a relatively good kind."
Cohen tried to loosen his clenched fists a little:
"I know, but this can't be..."
But Morrisli ignored him:
"They are often unable to speak out, or if they speak out, no one pays attention to it, or even is not seen - even for a conscientious and kind-hearted police officer like you."
"In the official announcements of the peaceful and prosperous times, in the passionate and magnificent historical narratives, in the eyes of most happy people who have no worries about food and clothing, they don't even exist at all - or the meaning of their existence.
, is to prove the compassion and moral sense of others and bring correct, hypocritical and cheap self-satisfaction to the latter."
Morris' tone dropped and he sounded extremely cold:
"They are excluded from the discourse, have difficulty understanding, and have no spare time to feel what pursuit and desire, ideals and ambitions, dignity and responsibility are - these things can only be seen in bards and stage plays..."
His expression suddenly turned ferocious:
"Under such circumstances, if people do not seek change, they will slowly degenerate and become tools or beasts."
"Facing a difficult life, a harsh environment, a desperate future, an unfair reality, overbearing public power, and the most urgent need for survival, they must find a way, have something to rely on, and must grasp the last straw..."
Morris' eyes drifted to the sky, passed through the thick clouds, and then fell back to the ground, landing on the chaotic underground street:
"So one day, a certain opportunity, a certain moment, a certain accident, they were forced to come together to help each other, overcome difficulties together, and seek recognition and value."
"Maybe it's just neighbors on the street looking after each other, maybe it's poor people from the same industry having dinner together, maybe it's gangsters from poor backgrounds working together to embolden themselves - even though sometimes, these behaviors are actually not so legal."
Thales silently watched a dozen gangsters fighting on a street corner.
But this time, Cohen just looked at them blankly and had no intention of stepping forward to intervene.
"And their original purpose of hugging each other for warmth was just to live a less painful life."
"The crime you hate—or, rather, the conduct that goes against mainstream law—is a necessary but minor by-product."
Morris also watched the fight on the street corner and shook his head at Leyock who asked him with his eyes:
"So we emerged - the Black Street Brotherhood, as a member of countless low-level gangs in the past."
At that moment, his eyes were ethereal and deep:
"I don't know when or how. The moment we appeared, we were deeply rooted in the community of the lower class. We were born from chaos and relied on chaos."
At this moment, a stone suddenly flew up and hit a gangster leader hard on the forehead, causing him to bleed profusely and collapse.
The fighting gangsters were startled and stopped subconsciously.
Everyone turned around: Thales stood up and patted his dusty hands.
"You are indeed born from chaos," Thales said coldly:
"But it also feeds chaos."
The gangsters reacted and rushed over with shouts.
Morris sighed and waved his hand, and Leyock walked forward with a gloomy face.
"In fact, Your Highness, most of the poor people in the black streets, underground streets, and the three districts of the lower city may not directly participate in our 'grey' activities." Morris shrugged.
Thales smiled:
"You mean crime."
Morris nodded:
"But they have never hesitated to provide convenience and tacit understanding to the Brotherhood. For example, in addition to their main business, they inform people, stand guard, occasionally run errands, provide logistics, and even rely on the economy brought by our 'big business'
Prosperity to supplement family income.”
"Their lives are connected with our activities."
On the other side, Leyock was finally recognized by the gangsters after knocking down the third person. The latter did not dare to look back and scattered in panic.
Cohen stood silently, watching these people disappear into the streets.
"Over time, habits become natural and repetition becomes rules. The Black Street Brotherhood is no longer just a mutual aid organization, nor is it just a violent gang."
Morris tutted, spreading his arms as if to embrace the dilapidated neighborhood in front of him:
"And it has become the backbone of these communities that are deeply rooted in it, the symbiotic backbone of the lower class people, and an important driving force in running the lower class communities and maintaining ecological operations."
He glanced at Cohen intentionally or unintentionally:
"This is compared to the police department that only appears once every ten days and a half month, compared to the patrol team that knocks every bone and sucks out the marrow whenever it comes, compared to the low-level officials who are inefficient and lazy, and compared to the relevant departments that only appear when inspecting the city appearance and dealing with political achievements.
', better than the king's warrant that only exists on the bulletin board forever and is treated the same as a small advertisement for syphilis treatment, better than the charitable citizens who are passionate and full of morality but have never set foot here in person, full of sympathy but far away and only know how to be moved by themselves.
Much more effective and practical.”
"They evolved their own rules and underlying ecology."
"'The copper coin is louder than the king, and the wine glass is heavier than the official.'" Morris looked at Thales and sighed:
"No offense, but this is an old saying often said by the scumbags in the Blade Tooth Camp."
Thales didn't answer.
But Cohen slowly raised his head, his eyes confused.
Glover had to give him a hand to prevent the security officer from being distracted and missing the point.
"I went to the Western Wilderness to fight," Zombie looked at Cohen's absent-minded look and said angrily:
"Never heard of this bullshit 'old saying'."
Morris didn't take it seriously, waved his hand and chuckled.
"Then you are either still young..."
"Either there is too much earwax..."
He laughed for a while, with a chill in his eyes:
"Plug your ears."
Glover was speechless for a moment.
"So, yes, most of the people here may be poor, they may be treacherous, they may be disgusting, but most of them have not actually gone with the Black Street Brotherhood to collect debts, pass goods, steal, or fight.
I've had fights, I've killed people, I've committed crimes."
"But they have all more or less provided conveniences to the Brotherhood, and have benefited more or less from the existence of the Brotherhood - even though these 'benefits' are deeply abhorred by you."
Morris sneered:
"These 'brotherhood men' may not be directly employed by our core six giants, are not the purest and most formal gang members, and have not even done any marginal 'business', but many times, no matter what
There is no need for them to distinguish between themselves and outsiders."
"Because we are originally them, and they are naturally close to us."
"We can transform into them at any time, and they can transform into us at any time."
At that second, Morris gritted his teeth, stood on the street that belonged to him, and gently clenched his fist:
"They're not a fraternity, but they're better than a fraternity."
"Mr. Vigilance Officer, tell me, how are we going to 'die'?"
"Are you going to send everyone in this neighborhood, from the young and strong laborers to the old, weak, sick and disabled, to be treated like Brotherhood accomplices and sent to prison?"
Cohen was shocked, as if he had been hit hard.
Morris turned his eyes, looked at Thales who was deep in thought and said nothing, and smiled.
"This is the root, soil, and essence of the Black Street Brotherhood, Your Highness."
"Black silk series," Morris's eyes flashed:
"We are all brothers."
Leyock smiled and crossed his arms intentionally or unintentionally, letting the black silk ribbon on his left arm flutter in the wind.
The black silk family is all brothers.
This was not the first time that Thales heard this fraternity saying, but his brows became more and more intense.
"Humph," Glover retorted disdainfully:
"You are nothing but a rabble, worthless."
"Even the most undisciplined lord's levy force can beat you to the point of running away."
Morris looked at the tall and tall figure and saw that it was Glover who had a military background.
"Yes, maybe many people think that a ragtag group like the Brotherhood is nothing but a weakling compared to the kingdom's army and violence. It is no match at all. It can be wiped out at any time because of a noble person's words."
Morris' eyes changed and he looked at the scene in the underground street with a ruthless expression:
"But don't forget..."
"Unlike the large-scale officials and the army, we - including the people at the bottom who are inseparable from us, we are timid and weak, full of street wisdom and the cunning of the bottom, both inconspicuous and slippery.
, will avoid the edge in direct confrontation at any time and break it into pieces."
"Even the police and patrol teams who are familiar with the local area often feel stretched and overwhelmed when facing us, let alone the army prepared for a huge battlefield. Like a wide and thick broom, there are always corners that cannot be swept.
"
"This is the true strength of the Brotherhood."
"This is also the reason why we were born in the void, weak, isolated, and scattered, but when faced with behemoths like the Blood Bottle Gang and even the Kingdom's officialdom, we are often unable to resist and suffer disasters, but we can always resurrect and make a comeback."
"Mr. Security Officer, and this... big brother who has fought in the war, do you understand?"
At that moment, Cohen looked hesitant, but Glover was still dissatisfied.
But none of them could speak.
As for Thales, he just walked on the street quietly and calmly step by step.
"Speaking of which," the young man sighed and suddenly said:
"Do you know Alaka Mu?"
Morris frowned.
"The wrath of the kingdom is famous far and wide, Your Highness," the fat man shook his head:
"But even if you are as strong as him, you can't do what we can do for you."
These words sound familiar...
Thales smiled.
correct.
The Blade of Shadow Shield, he seemed to have said something similar?
"I remember," the person who answered was Glover, his eyes showed admiration:
"In the Battle of the Altar, Baron Mu was the vanguard. His Fury Guards directly collided with the blocking array composed of three major orc elites. He was brave and fearless, regardless of casualties, but successfully broke through the formation, providing a way for the cavalry troops of Legend Wings and His Majesty's
The main force opens the door for the decisive blow."
"It shocked all the friendly forces present - whether they were mercenaries, levies or the royal standing army."
"It also laid the foundation for the final victory of the Desert War."
Morris and Leyock both looked tense.
Thales' thoughts drifted away and he couldn't help but sigh when he returned to Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago.
"Alaka Mu, that's not a human being," Cohen said quietly:
"But a broken soul that is missing a corner and is no longer complete."
Seeing everyone else looking at him, Cohen came back to his senses, shook his head and said:
"It's not me, it's my old man who said it."
Thales nodded, remembering that six years ago, the Kingdom's Wrath carried him on his back and charged forward in the black sand army formation.
But what he wanted to say was not the other party's bravery.
"Mu told me that he is not the wrath of the kingdom," Thales said with emotion:
"The guards beside him are."
"All of them."
The others were suddenly startled.
"Similarly," Thales turned his head, "the mysterious black sword that can kill without death may be the leader and spiritual symbol of the Brotherhood."
Morris' complexion changed.
"But he's not the fraternity itself."
Thales pouted at the street scene in the underground street and said with certainty:
"These people, the lives, backgrounds and experiences they represent, all added together, are the real Black Street Brotherhood."
"And the Brotherhood is their symbol of resistance in the midst of numbness and poverty."
Thales nodded and sighed:
"It is a weapon for the weak."
Morris was a little surprised, but he quickly adjusted and smiled.
"Your Highness, you are a sensible person!"
"So, Mr. Security Officer, in this city, you and the Security Department and even the kingdom itself that you represent..."
Morris spoke to Cohen, but looked at the prince, as if waiting for his response.
"What you are fighting against is not gangs, crime, or even evil," the fat man sneered:
"It is poverty, injustice, indifference, despair. It is the self-sufficiency and complacency of one group of people that leads to the insufficiency and dissatisfaction of another group of people. It is the shadows caused by the excess of light."
"You represent the power of this country, stand in the position of the strong, and face the resistance of the weak."
Cohen raised his head and looked at him blankly:
"You're saying that when I enforce the law in Xiacheng District, I'm fighting against...the weak?"
"Don't be bewitched by him." The young man's words rang out, pulling Cohen back from his sinking state.
Thales' words were calm and powerful:
"Yes, the Black Street Brotherhood may be a weapon picked up inadvertently by the weak at the bottom."
"But on the contrary, Cohen, you are not fighting against the weak."
Out of his past trust in the prince, Cohen seemed to be grasping at straws when he was drowning. His eyes lit up and he looked at Thales expectantly.
But Thales's words were heavier than Morris:
"But something deeper, heavier, and more terrifying."
As soon as these words came out, even Morris frowned.
Thales took a deep breath:
"What you have to fight against is the side of the strong that you come from, and their unfair oppression of the weak for a long time."
Cohen was stunned.
Even Glover began to think deeply.
"The low-level crimes you punish on the streets every day, the chaos you feel, and the dark pain you witness are just one of the consequences of these oppressions and injustices—whether we want it or not."
"You drew out your sword," Thales said softly:
"Fight the wounds it cuts."
"There is no confrontation more painful but also more precious in this world."
Cohen stared at Thales blankly, his thoughts confused.
"Well," Morris rolled his eyes:
"Your Highness is better at talking than I am."
"But, to borrow a phrase from the end of the tower."
Morris showed a cunning look:
"How do you use power to fight against power?"
"You can only embrace strength."
Everyone was silent for a while, even Thales frowned and said nothing.
"I do not understand."
After experiencing painful thinking, Cohen gritted his teeth and shook his head:
"There are no such words in the Tower of the End."
Morris sneered slightly.
"Yes," the fat man's words were long and full of meaning:
"There is no such thing inside the tower."
At this moment, Thales suddenly asked:
"Who are you, Maurice?"
The fat brother of the fraternity had a meal and smiled broadly:
"You are too forgetful, Your Highness. I, Maurice, am a gangster in the Brotherhood."
Thales snorted coldly.
"No, I'm asking," the prince's eyes were like lightning, staring at Maurice coldly:
"who are you."
Morris's smile froze for a moment.
"A little gangster would never say such a thing."
"You've already shown off your muscles," Thales said in a deep voice:
"Why don't you show your true self?"
At this moment, Morris's smile completely disappeared.
Thales' expression remained unchanged, he just looked at him deeply.
Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Glover and Leyock subconsciously put their hands on their weapons and exchanged hostile looks with each other.
But Morris just paused and laughed softly.
He sighed and looked up at the sky.
"Maurice Ishka."
The fat man's tone was full of sarcasm and hatred.
Ishka?
Thales frowned: he had never heard of this surname in the prince's courses.
"I remember you said you don't have a last name."
Morris lowered his head, nodded, and shook his head mockingly.
"It's gone now."
"I come from Dragon's Kiss Land and was born in Changyin City," Morris said with a confused look in his eyes.
"Starting from my great-grandfather, the family has been the personal financial officer of the Grand Duke of Changyin City for generations."
He comes from the Land of Dragon Kiss and was born in Changyin City.
Thales' expression changed.
"I see."
"You are from the Principality of Anrenzo, and your background is not low."
and……
It's really the accounting.
But Thales immediately asked:
"Then how did you end up..."
Before he could finish the question, Morris interrupted him and answered simply:
"Decades ago, the 'Rebellion' broke out in the Principality of Anrenzo."
Morris smiled:
"That's a political game played by the upper class. In short, it's a mess."
"In the end, the incompetent Grand Duke Xide pushed our family out as a scapegoat to appease the anger of his princes."
Thales felt Morris's emotions and did not continue to speak.
Glover and Cohen looked at each other, and even Lyock looked a little surprised.
Morris sighed:
"You know, I was just a kid when the noose was put around my neck."
He touched his almost invisible fat neck:
"At that time, my mother was hanging on my left side. I still remember that her rope swayed for a long time..."
Thales frowned.
"But outside the gallows, the prison officer's face was expressionless, like a stone sculpture, and the spectators were extremely enthusiastic, like the endless ocean tide."
"I wasn't very sensible at that time. When I was hanged, I was just thinking," Morris looked at the street in trance:
"It's so uncomfortable."
"Blessed by the setting sun and bright moon, it would be great if I could breathe a breath of air."
He said quietly:
"One bite, just one bite, makes me feel less miserable and less anxious to die..."
The atmosphere was dull and everyone remained silent.
Only Morris's voice sounded, recounting the past:
"I would give anything for that breath of air."
Morris' eyes were blank:
"I'm willing to do anything."
The silence lasted for some time until Morris came out of his memories.
"So, when I woke up in a hill-like pile of corpses, I understood one thing."
The leader of the brotherhood took a deep breath, feeling the freedom of breathing very preciously:
"This world is not fair, Your Highness."
Morris's hand left his neck, and he showed the unique ruthlessness of a boss:
"Even the air you breathe."
"You have to fight for it with your life."
"From the mouths of those who... can breathe freely."
Thales said nothing.
"I have other things to do, Your Highness," Maurice's mood changed obviously, and he turned his head, "I'm sorry to excuse you - Leyock will entertain you for the rest of your sightseeing trip."
As soon as these words came out, while everyone was still surprised, the fat man turned around another street corner and disappeared from sight without looking back.
Thales and others were left behind, silently stopping where they were.
"So, that's my boss."
Leyock came back to his senses from Morris's life experience just now, and regained his gloomy look that was not easy to mess with:
"Where are you going next?"
Glover and Cohen looked at each other.
"Actually," Thales looked at the place where Morris's back disappeared and snorted coldly:
"I just almost had my wallet taken away by a little girl begging, and I was almost blackmailed...I feel very unhappy now."
Leyock was startled.
Glover and Cohen were equally stunned.
Thales turned his head and said seriously:
"So, in the Lower City, where do these little beggars stay most often?"
The other side of the street.
Morris, who looked unhappy, hurriedly turned a corner and met another man in a cloak.
If Thales were here, he might recognize him as the Brotherhood man who whispered in Maurice's ear when he met him.
"Lancer," Morris was not interested in talking much and directly called the other party's name:
"How about it?"
The man in the cloak - the intelligence chief of the Brotherhood, "Sleepless Eye" Lancer Corbion lowered his hood, his face full of tiredness and haggard.
"Prince Thales was assassinated at the banquet last night," Lancer said calmly:
"There are a lot of rumors, but because the assassin is from the Western Wilderness, the rumors are pointing at the Western Wilderness princes, saying that they have evil intentions."
Morris frowned:
"real?"
Lancer snorted coldly: "That's how the secret science is taught anyway."
"anything else?"
"The Mindis Hall, the prince's residence, has just been sealed off by the Royal Guards and the City Hall, saying that they will strictly pursue clues about the assassin."
"So, he and your boss are not the same group?"
"It's the former boss! I'm not sure. But I know that an old friend has returned to the secret department. He used to be the head of the Xihuang branch - something big may really happen in Xihuang."
Morris didn't speak, just lost in thought.
Finally, Lancer broke the silence.
"How does this shining star compare to the previous one?"
"I don't know," Morris shook his head, with an imperceptible confusion on his face:
"It's a bit similar, but different - let's look at Black Sword's attitude."
Lancer was not satisfied:
"You've been talking to him for a long time, and you've come to this conclusion?"
"Hey, why don't you go chat with him yourself?"
Morris retorted dissatisfiedly:
"Do you know that boy is very slippery and treacherous, hiding his sinister intentions in every word?"
"That's why I want you to go," Lancer said without any guilt.
"You are this kind of person yourself, and you are most familiar with him."
Morris was furious for a moment.
But his expression soon changed slightly.
"I remember that a few years ago, you asked me for someone, right?"
Lancer narrowed his eyes: "Who?"
"Six years ago," Morris scratched his chin seriously: "On the day of the One-Night War."
Lancer rolled his eyes and immediately found the corresponding memory:
"Yes, a little accountant. He used to be the person who managed the abandoned house. He was very talented and ambitious. For this reason, he killed his boss, that good-for-nothing Quaid..."
"But I sent him to the capital. You know, Roda definitely doesn't want the person who killed his son to be in front of him all day long..."
Morris interrupted:
"Write him a letter and look for the list of past beggars."
Lancer frowned:
"What's wrong?"
Morris exhaled and kicked the broken wall at the entrance of the alley, causing a shower of stones to fall.
"Remember, Lancer, when we first came to the Lower City, we suffered a lot in this maze of rotten streets - Anton would go astray as long as he walked fifty meters and couldn't find his way back to the dark street.
road."
Lancer said nothing.
He knew that Morris had more to come.
Morris narrowed his eyes:
"Do you still remember, in order to get through Xiacheng District as quickly as possible, who did we first find as our guide?"
"Beggars."
Lancer answered without hesitation: "We bribed the beggars."
"They are the most inconspicuous. They have been walking around the streets since they were young, so they are the most familiar with the roads here."
Morris' eyes were fixed on the wall.
"Yes," the fat man repeated the other person's words, thinking carefully:
"They are inconspicuous and have lived in the streets since childhood."
"I am most familiar with this place."
Lancer thought about something and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"So I have a little guess."
Morris raised his head and looked at the extremely complicated streets in the lower city with a profound expression: