MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 2 Nervous rick

Chapter 2 Rick

(Chapter 1 is occasionally blocked by reports)

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"Why did he drink like this again."

In the abandoned house in the second district of the lower city, Quaid's deputy, Nal Rick, looked at him in disgust, clutching the bottle in front of him, drunk into a muddy Quade.

"Shut him off for a day and wake up before releasing."

He waved his hand and asked two young members of the Brotherhood to support him.

Looking at their backs, Rick snorted softly.

Drinking it like this, it seems that he didn't treat that child.

Rick thought so, showing a mysterious smile.

Nal Rick-he prefers others to call his last name rather than his first name-is different from the decline of strength, from the thug leader to the beggar business, since the helpless Quaid, he is an ambitious and capable brother Members.

He used to study at the Shuka City Accounting School in the southern part of the kingdom. If it was not because the father who was a scribe ran into something, Rick may now be an accountant in a certain city department or even a certain family, and even go further and become a certain Businessmen in this industry are not impossible.

When the time comes to spend money to buy a lord, he will be able to enter the first stage of the upper kingdom of the Star Kingdom: Three hundred years ago, was the Shukader family marked by the Chaoyanghua born like this, is it not the kingdom that matters now? Fame and fortune?

But even if he became a gangster and cut off the noble's path forever, Rick thought that he was more qualified to become a character in the Brotherhood than his peers who were full of muscles and women.

When the Brotherhood's business expanded to the southern coast of the kingdom, Rick, a southern gang, was absorbed in, using his strengths, planning several human trafficking chains from the south to the capital, with great success.

So the senior members of the Brotherhood noticed him, and promoted him to the Yongxing City-the capital of the kingdom, the heart of the stars, and the bright pearl city in the western continent-and let him manage the beggar accounts of the Brotherhood in the capital.

Yes, Rick knows that although the top management let himself be Quaid's deputy and accountant, it is tantamount to entrusting all of the Brotherhood's beggar business in Yongxing City to himself.

Take a look at his "boss" Qued, a terrible hitter who used a knife and axe to cut his reputation in the three districts of the Lower City. Now it is a waste that only finds dignity on the beggar, if it is not because Qued is a brother. The son of the senior executive, he had been drowned and rotten by being trampled under the mud of the slums of Yongxing City.

What's more, he caused most of the loss of beggars.

Of course, fortunately so, Qued’s father only gave him a lot of RBI every month, and Rick himself could profit from it.

There is such a son. If Qued’s father is not the giant responsible for arms trading, he would have lost power at the meeting.

What will happen if a gangster loses power?

Rick shook his head, watching Quaid leave.

The beggar business, compared to the smuggling of drugs and arms, compared to the trading of eternal oil and bituminous mines, even compared to the collection of black accounts and Guanjie, is also humble and humble.

But this is his chance.

The Black Street Brotherhood rises quickly, and in the face of the increasingly complex underground situation, their manpower is often stretched: the admirers who join in are not reliable, and even the half-hearted colleagues cannot trust.

The future of the Brotherhood must depend on itself.

For example, from children to women, from humans to elves as sources, to draw future members.

Therefore, Rick, who manages the beggar, believes that he is in the fundamental chain of the Brotherhood's population business.

Not only that, but here is the future blood delivery node of the Brotherhood, and it is also attached to the trail information network on the streets of the capital.

Rick is very satisfied with this: think about it, you are the new member of all the brotherhoods in the future, the brotherhood leader you saw when you first remembered, he can see who is a promising seedling in his childhood, Engage in grace again, in the future...

Look, so to say, I, Nar Rick, are ambitious people.

And, and...

Rick is always very excited to think about this: And here is the Ever Star City!

Star Kingdom-the capital of the second largest kingdom in the western mainland, the origin of the Black Street Brotherhood.

Being able to do things here means that the big brothers in the Brotherhood can always see, and being able to be seen means that you always have the opportunity to be promoted.

Of course, the chance of a disaster is not small.

Fortunately, Rick carried his hands on his back, looked at the drunk Quaid in the distance, and raised an eyebrow: Fortunately, this guy was in trouble.

In the moonlight, Rick turned his head and continued to walk.

Looking at the twenty-odd abandoned houses in front of him, he knew that there were many beggars in each abandoned house, and these were the most important seeds and chips for him to climb up in the future.

For example, the black hair Taylors in the sixth house.

Two years ago, when the baby Beth sent him, he showed a different attitude towards the child.

Sure enough, today, although this child is only eight years old (at eight or seven?), he is clever and cunning. He actually came up with the week before acting begging another way - a lovely child was the other big kids beating, took the money and food, and then, when he was hiding in the corner alone Chuiqi, passing ladies He couldn't help but give him more compensation.

Compared to the beggars who cried and screamed and bored, Rick thought that there was a lack of such brainy people in the gang.

As this child grows up, he will climb higher.

You should give him some rewards in order to win the gratitude of Tyers. Of course, no contrast rewards will not be grateful.

That's why, tonight, the boy in the room with Tells told him that when Tells might have stolen money, Rick would ask Qued to ask him to settle the bill.

When Quaid beats Tyles dying, and then he came forward to stop it, or even opposed Quaid for this (the waste is only useful for this), then Tyles would intentionally or unintentionally treat himself as a backer.

Rick doesn't care if each beggar's regular money is enough. This is something that short-sighted talents will care about. Compared to a few bronze regular money, Rick knows: human affection is more important property.

But that boy, the boy named Tyers, was still too smart.

Rick knew that whether or not Tells had money for Quaid, the latter would torture him to death. In fact, if Tells really took out the money, it would only be worse.

But apparently the boy escaped from this catastrophe—According to the usual understanding, the high-interested Quaid would "carefully" concoct these disobedient children to help them, whether they were really disobedient or not.

Rick sighed.

It doesn't matter, what still has to be done.

Even if the effect is not good, it's a big deal to ask Qued to beat him again.

Rick walked to the sixth house and crossed the broken door.

He saw Tyrs panting on the ground in the grassy courtyard, and the children next to him were smearing him-oh my god, some children aged seven or eight would actually be in the courtyard. What kind of Ould dragon leaf?

Rick frowned: Generally, only experienced gang members and poor people who have lived for many years know that this wild plant can be used as a quick and cheap trauma healing herb.

"Ah! Mr. Rick!" Lame, the first to discover Rick's arrival, was interrupted by a leg, making him more sensitive to the surrounding environment.

Less than an hour after Quaid’s walk, the fear in the yard hadn’t dissipated, Nieder—the tears on the whistle-blowing boy’s face, Kellyt covered her black face, and the elder child Sinti flinched back. step.

Especially the youngest girl even cried out in fright.

At first Bess had commanded that this is a hereditary noble descendant, and it is likely to be a beautiful embryo. Don't spoil her. In the future, Belicia will get a lot of profits by adjusting it again.

Rick looked at the girl and murmured secretly.

It's a pity that your beggar will be transferred to the meeting when she is ten years old and up to twelve years old. If she can be kept until fifteen years old... then she will be sent away, otherwise it will be 13 years old.

"Mr. Rick!" Taylors interrupted Rick's delicate thoughts, only to see him turn his head hard, involving his back injury, and his teeth grinned in pain.

"Ah, sorry, Tells," Rick sighed, showing a pityful expression:

"I can't stop him... Quaid... I'm only his deputy after all, and I can't afford to offend his backstage."

"I can only come quietly afterwards," Rick squatted down under the cautious eyes of several children, and looked anxiously at Tyers' injury. "Fortunately, he didn't make a heavy hand today, otherwise..."

"Mr. Rick, I'm okay," Tells said strugglingly. "Just sorry, my money last week was indeed..."

"Forget the money!"

Rick took the broken bowl in Sinti's hands, drained the water inside, took off a few pieces of Urdron leaves, and picked up a stone to start grinding:

"You were sent to me as soon as you were sensible. In a few years, I watched you change from a trembling little boy to a rough-haired boy. For me, you are more important than a few coppers. many."

There was a hint of pain in Rick's face: "You should not beg on the street at this age, but this is the rule of the Brotherhood..."

"Mr. Rick," Tells seemed a little moved. He clenched his fists. "I..."

"Come, grinding the herbs away with stones is better than chewing with your mouth." Rick wiped the herbs in the bowl and applied them to Tyers himself. Kelly next to him bit his lip and whimpered.

"Thank you, Mr. Rick," Coria said softly, "If only you came to control us, not Quaid."

Thank you, dear, Rick hummed.

"Don't let Quaid hear this," he smiled helplessly on his face. "To be honest, I'm afraid of him."

A few children will smile heartily-Rick knows that it is a good way for people to accept themselves by showing common ground and a sense of humor at the right time.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Rick." Tells said solemnly, he knew that in the eyes of many people, he seemed more mature, so there was no need to behave too childish.

Rick nodded:

"Protect yourself, you are a smart kid, and I believe you can do it well."

Tells nodded hard.

"Right," Rick suddenly seemed to remember something. He handed the bowl to Ned, took a purse from his waist, and handed it to Sinti with a blank face:

"I have to pay it every month, and I don't have much money. Here are thirty coppers. Go to the Grove pharmacy-the one at the junction of Twilight District and Xiacheng District-buy some wound medicine, these money It should be enough, if there is no price increase for medicine."

This money is certainly not enough, Rick thought so.

I visited the Grove pharmacy a week ago, and most of the medicines have raised prices.

What if they don’t have enough money?

Of course it was taken from the regular money from begging, so that their regular money next week is definitely not enough, then...

"Be careful when buying medicine, so don't let others know, especially Quaid."

Rick said with a smile and stood up.

Of course, Rick thought, Quaid would know.

It would be better if they did not use the money to buy medicine.

Quaid will know: they really hide money.

The corner of Rick's mouth was slightly curled.

At that time, they can reap their last loyalty.

"Mr. Rick," Coria looked at the money bag in Sinti's hands, and she was about to cry. "You, you are such a nice person."

Ned on the side bit his lip and nodded violently.

Even the eldest child, Sinti, was touched. He touched the purse in his hand and weighed it.

Rick sighed and shook his head while moving:

"No, I should apologize, I can only do this for you."

"Mr. Rick," Tyles lay on the ground, but he looked at Rick hesitantly, "I don't know..."

"Huh?" Rick raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"I heard that if we were not sold to an orphanage or other people... then we would be sent to other places for training when we grew up," Tells asked carefully, as if afraid of offending Rick:

"Then... after we have finished training, can we do something under your hands?"

Hearing this, Kellet, Ned, and Coria on the side looked at Rick hopefully.

Slap, Rick snapped his fingers in his heart.

Score.

Faster than expected.

"Oh, what about this," Rick burst out with a sunny smile:

"Don't look at me like this. In the Brotherhood, I am an ideal man."

With a smile, Rick bent down and touched Tyers' hair, making him more friendly:

"My boys, will be the best and strongest in the whole brotherhood!"

This is my truth, Rick said.

"So, you want to be my men, but work hard!"

"Ok!"

The children nodded together hopefully, and Tyers was no exception.

"I'm gone, Tyers, and the children," Rick turned around, tilting his head and showing his face:

"Next time you encounter this kind of thing, come and tell me secretly. Although I can't stop Quaid directly, it is always possible to find some trouble and prevent him from approaching you."

After talking, Rick exposed his white teeth and flashed in the moonlight.

Without looking back, he left the courtyard of the sixth house.

"Mr. Rick is so nice." The tears on Ned's face dried up. "Not like that bad Quaid."

"Huh." Coria nodded, her eyes wide, as if she had eaten candy.

"But," Laine, who had been in a state of fright, hesitated and said aloud: "I always feel that Mr. Rick has scared me more than Biquad."

"So you are a coward!"

"Coward Ryan, how do you get money for this look!"

Only Thales, after Rick left, his eyes gradually calmed down.

When seeing Sinti counting the thirty coppers in the purse one by one, Tyers exhaled slightly.

His back still hurts.

He knew that regular trauma drugs were better for his injuries.

But Taylors only went to the Grove pharmacy yesterday morning and took the typhoid medicine from Yanni’s hand at the back door. I heard her complain that her stingy boss raised the price of the medicine, even the trauma medicine. It rose to forty coppers-exactly ten more coppers than Rick gave.

However, he also knew from the sunset bar owner's daughter Yala...

Rick is responsible for Quaid’s expensive expenses in the bar.

but……

[I have to pay it every month, and I don’t have much money. 】

Rick's words just echoed in the boy's ear.

Tells couldn't help but look at the bag of copper at hand.

The beggars have forgotten their fears and quarreled with each other.

Only Thales frowned and turned his head hard.

He glanced at his bruised back and sighed, dropping his head heavily.

This **** world.

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Rick, in a good mood, just walked to the tenth house.

He was thinking that there was an eight-year-old kid named Karak here, who was a young and ruthless character. When he should hit and hit and then pull under his own, he suddenly felt cold behind his neck.

Rick froze.

This is his innate ability.

When it is absolutely calm-absolutely calm, even a little distraction will fail-once the living thing approaches within five meters, he will get a cold back of the neck.

That's all.

But don’t say that he is not a warrior, even if he is a warrior, with the powerful end swordsmen of the Kingdom Security Office, the wealthy knights of the noble families, the blood bottle helps the old ** who retired from the ranks, and even other Compared to his abilities, his ability is almost worthless.

Even the slightly stronger thugs in the Brotherhood can hit him on the ground.

But Rick felt that one day, this power would save his life.

For example now.

Rick turned back quickly, searching for his surroundings under the moonlight, reaching his left hand into his pocket and pinching the tiny but deadly mini telescopic crossbow.

Bright moonlight.

Empty street.

Uncovered

But it was empty.

Some doubtful Rick took a deep breath and remained absolutely calm.

The coldness behind the neck continued.

Could it be that there was a mouse crawling in the sewer at the foot?

Rick turned three different directions and ran for a while.

It was just the coldness of the neck that still remained that made him remove this conjecture.

Which mouse will be right under him and follow him for twenty meters in three directions?

Rick was more frightened.

He shouldn't come out alone.

Even if it is an abandoned house, it is the site of the Brotherhood.

He should bring twenty thugs, each with a magic gun, no matter how heavy the **** thing.

Like La Zanzi Fisso, the brother-in-law of the drug trade, there are thirty people who come and go.

Even if he has enough money, he should hire two ending swordsmen, or a power warrior, even a magician—forget it, listening to the boss of Morris, the magician cannot afford him.

Nar Rick, you have to calm down.

He told himself: But you will be in charge of the entire Eternal Star City in the future, and even the men in the underground world of the Star Kingdom.

Be calm, be calm.

He forcibly turned around calmly and walked back towards the way he came, as if he had just been doing fitness jogging.

Who offended yourself?

Does anyone want his own life?

Is there anything worth noting about this block?

Rick walked out hundreds of meters, and there was no one around in the moonlight.

But the coolness of his neck still remained.

(End of this chapter)