MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 3 ghost

Chapter 3 Ghost

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"Forgive me for coming here, but the news of the setting sun temple...if that news is true," a gray-haired middle-aged nobleman shook his right hand slightly. He pressed his left chest and bowed deeply:

"Let me go in person and get this done for you."

"Your news is really well informed, old friend," said a muscular figure with his right hand lowered on his chin next to the blazing fire, and said quietly, "The return just now: there is no final confirmation yet, but in the temple of the setting sun The lamp did light up, it seemed very close."

"I have sent Yoder, who is more suitable for stealth than Edda."

The gray-haired nobleman froze for a moment.

"Yordel?"

"Yes," said the strong figure lightly:

"You know how important this news is-important, Li Xiya even blocked the inner altar in the name of the Oracle for the first time, so she could not risk the unnecessary exposure. Only when the final confirmation will I secretly dispatch you go with."

"Of course, of course," the gray-haired middle-aged nobleman couldn't hide his excitement. "If it comes then, I would like to serve you wholeheartedly."

"Alas," the strong figure sighed, "I should have been more excited than you."

"But somehow I am so calm."

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Rick didn't know how he walked back to the Brotherhood headquarters.

The cold behind the neck is always there.

But when he saw the Black Street headquarters of the Brotherhood, he saw two elite thugs at the door playing a knife game with fingers, and the Minggang secret whistle outside the house...

When he walked into the big house, he saw the back of the iron table, and carefully checked the boss Morris...

But he saw Belicia's scornful eyes leaning against the colonnade-presumably tonight, the proposal to increase the funds of the brothel in Belisia was rejected again-when...

Rick was relieved in his heart.

At that moment, even the killer Ley York, who had been in the wrong match with him, appeared affable under the candlelight of the dining table.

Unconsciously, the coolness behind his neck also disappeared, like never before.

Even Rick himself wondered if he was too nervous.

When he talked to the boss of Morris, who was in charge of population business, and suspected that someone was following him, Lay York laughed out of a sip of ale and directly extinguished the candlestick on the table. Belisia yawned and made himself huge. His chest tightened, and his eyes looked even more disdainful.

And the boss of Morris, when he saw him with cold sweats, also looked weird, patting Rick's shoulder, so that he should not be too "worked out" in the near future, watch some dramas of the night temple, and wait for the doctor Ramon to go on a business trip Come back and let him prescribe a sedative prescription.

Damn it!

Rick knows that even if he has powers, it is hard for others to believe.

Not to mention a pervert from the abandoned house to Black Street, followed by a whole kilometer, invisible and invisible, with no clear purpose but no action-but Rick subconsciously believes that the existence of that guy is true!

But when he went back to his room and lay down, he thought about the details of the tracking that he encountered tonight. Even Rick, who was suspicious, couldn't help but wonder. Is he really too nervous?

Rick calmed down again, tried the ability again, everything was normal, and the neck resting on the pillow was very comfortable.

Okay, maybe I am more attentive.

But at the next moment, that thrilling coolness struck again!

I am grass!

I can't sleep anymore!

Rick flipped out of the bed.

He pulled out a box at the bottom of the bed, flipped out a Siegel Six Magic Gun that weighed two hands to drag in the box, and was nervous against the solid wall, slowly pacing Go out of the corridor and listen carefully.

The hallway was filled with eternal lights burning with eternal oil, and the photos were extremely bright, but there was still no one. In the distance, a watchkeeper brother on duty returned from the toilet, seeming to be scratching, pulling the black and red leather armor of the crotch and walking past Rick.

In the room at the end of the hallway, the slutty and frantic roar of Le York and Belicia came in accordance with usual practice.

"Damn, shameless dogs and men," Rick cursed loudly:

"It's better to use too much force and break it directly!"

The Checkpoint brothers who had just walked around turned around sympathetically, and nodded at Rick.

The two met with each other's eyes and felt a sense of confidant.

Then, Rick saw the other person scratching the crotch's leather armor in pain, while the other person looked at him holding the magic gun against the wall.

Both turned their heads awkwardly, back to the post, back to the room.

Rick touched his back neck.

Damn, this **** power must have failed.

Besides, if the other party touches the master's brotherhood headquarters, and it hasn't been discovered by a person, then it's certainly useless to hold the magic gun.

Even the boss of Morris is not wrong.

sleep.

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Thales's back injury looked bad, but it didn't seem to be too serious, because only the third day, he could stand up and walk.

Maybe... it's hard to live for a cheap person, Tells lined up and sighed.

He looked at the broken houses and broken walls around him, took the black bread and wild vegetables from the beater Pearson, and bit into his mouth.

This **** place.

"There are sharp branches next to you. You must have cut my hand secretly!"

"Not me! My hands were also cut last night, and I can't "work" anymore!"

"Our whole house was cut with hands! It must be the eighth house! They were jealous of our harvest yesterday!"

"It turned out to be them! The people in our fourteenth house were also cut in the night! They didn't want us to go to the street to "touch the sheep"!"

Tells yawned and listened lazily to the beggars in other houses, from quarreling to fighting, and the beggars beside him were still coaxing until the thugs came to stop it.

He sighed and swallowed the last bitter breakfast, clapping his hands to call the beggars in the sixth house.

start work.

The day was Tuesday, and the begging of the sixth house was relatively smooth. For more business, they went directly to the west gate near the checkpoint-the last week seems to be the celebration of the sunset god, but I heard that the oracle descended and the sunset temple was blocked. At the inner altar, many believers who had come from afar had to go back to their homes from the west gate. They at most mounted the wall and prayed to the setting sun to make up for the regret that they could not pray to the first temple of the goddess of the setting sun in the world.

Before the guards turned their glaring glances into a shot to stop, Taylors succeeded in getting a black-wood carved statue of Haoyue from a fat vegetable and fruit vendor with the assistance of Lane and Coria.

The street vendor paid too much attention to the purse in his arms ("Far away, pups!"), so when Ryan and Coria bargained with him for a clover, Tells stretched his hand behind him Package.

Haoyue’s belief is not common in the Star Kingdom, let alone the Yongxing City where the first temple of the setting sun is located, which makes this Haoyue Statue more special-of course, this kind of booty can’t see the light, only in the Brotherhood It’s sold in the channel, and the veterans of the Brotherhood know that they are just begging and stealing, and they will desperately press the price. Those who are valuable will even rob, and it is good to change to five coppers.

But mosquitoes are meat even when they are small.

When Taylors and everyone returned to the Abandoned House, they met Rick who was visiting as usual, but the latter didn't have the usual kindness and indifference, but instead looked hurriedly and told the thugs, and disappeared into sight.

"Is Mr. Rick in trouble?"

The hungry Coria asked, biting her finger.

They went far and came back too late. Fortunately, Taylors had a good relationship with Pearson, the beater responsible for delivering meals. He often bribed a small gift before the latter promised to keep their meals.

"Maybe it's Quaid, that guy is the most troublesome," Kellyt said, his stomach screaming.

Hearing the name, Ned shivered with Lane Qiqi.

"Boys, we have no dinner tonight." When the six children entered the empty dining room, Pearson, who was in charge of cooking, waved his hand.

"Don't look at me, I can't help it," Pearson just shook his head carelessly in response to the six children's angry but somewhat emboldened question. "Rick gave an order to rest early tonight, and work and rest. Earlier."

Tails frowned, touching his empty belly, and began to wonder if he would slip into the thug's duty room at night to find food.

But he glanced at the other five people waiting for food, and still sighed, and pulled out the Haoyue statue that came in his pocket.

In the end, Tells said, at the expense of the Haoyue statue, only from Pearson got the four half-black breads and half bowl of black pine vegetables that he had prepared to cut off and left for his two hounds.

"Rick and Quaid are a little bit neurotic lately."

When the other five children ate away, Pearson revealed a message to Taylors before leaving:

"Quid's temper is getting worse and worse, and he's scolding "dead bald head" all day long-but he is like this-but Rick has become very strange, especially since the beginning of these two days. People say……"

Speaking of which, Pearson looked around and whispered in Tyers' ear:

"He was entangled in a ghost."

ghost?

Taylors looked at Pilsen away, took a bite of dark bread that was usually unpalatable but would become particularly delicious when he was hungry, and silently thought about it.

I don't know what happened to Rick before he hit the ghost.

But what makes Quaid's temper worse and worse...

Taylor swallowed the bread.

It seems that I have to be low-key recently.

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Rick was nervous again.

Two days ago, he thought his power was wrong.

But it was not until this morning that he prepared supplies for the next batch of beggars, and when he opened the roster, he really confirmed:

There is nothing wrong with his own abilities.

Rick is a very ambitious person, and he believes that to achieve his ambition, he must start with small things: for example, never write the itinerary and planning on paper, for example, in drawers, boxes and important documents, he will be in Put a few hairs in inconspicuous places to prevent them from being stolen and peeped, such as never hiding money in one place.

He has always been proud of his own caution and prudence, and believes that one day he will receive the rewards he deserves for such caution.

For example now.

Rick opened the beggar's roster.

On the roster, the hair clipped on each page is in the same position.

This should have been a good thing, which meant that no one had turned the roster.

But Rick is the son of the secretary scribe.

His father taught him that if he is attentive, every good thief can easily avoid this kind of "hairpin" secrecy and open the desired file without knowing it.

So Rick got a more cautious approach from his father.

The quickest way to read a document without the hair in the pages is to hold the hair in place. When turning the pages, hold the upper and lower pages in your hand and continue. Hold your hair in place.

How to crack this method?

Like the nobility, sealing directly with lacquer is of course the fastest and most secure.

But Rick had a light-dry gel made of blue porpoise oil that his father used.

This is a special gel for poor people living by the river. The characteristic (disadvantage?) of this xerogel is that the adhesion is not strong, as long as the book is not too heavy, after the book pages are coated, even if the book is closed, apply The glue will not stick together, and it is necessary to press the sides of the glue with a force for a short time before the pages will stick together.

When Rick opened the roster, he found that his hair was still in place, except for one thing.

These hairs are tightly stuck to the pages of the book.

Without external force, his inferior gel cannot do this.

Someone has read his roster of beggars, and also found his "anti-theft hair", which is a page turned between these hairs in his hand.

Rick was cold.

The other party is absolutely familiar, so that the four hairs on the pages of the book that are different but unobtrusive can be left in place without deviation.

Fortunately, he had the secret taught by his father to discover.

A dozen days ago, because I saw the begging play performed by Taylors, I only looked through the roster in order to find the house where the boy Taylors was.

At that time everything was normal.

But as of today, in the middle of more than ten days, someone came to his room and looked at the beggar's roster?

Rick had a cold scalp.

He suddenly realized that this was not the most important thing.

So Rick rolled up the dark compartment of the drawer.

He pulled out the most important population transaction books and his secret deposit book with Wangjia Bank.

The account book and the deposit book are safe, there is no trace of being turned, and the hair on the pages of the book also naturally fell.

Rick was relieved.

Fortunately, the things in these dark cells have not yet been — wait.

If you are a master, how can you miss the secret case?

Rick tremblely pulled out the entire dark cell, disassembled it, and touched the place on the dark cell where the hair was supposed to be.

Then he collapsed on the chair.

hair.

They are being firmly adhered to the seam of the dark grid by the light dry gel that is unique to the Tarik family and will not be effective without force.

When Rick walked into the dining room in disappointment and turned a blind eye to Ley York and Belicia, who had been flirtatious, Ley York, who had been wrong all the time, shouted at him happily.

"Accountant, I heard that you recently hit a ghost?"

Rick ignored him, but continued to sit without expression.

He tranced over a bottle of ink on the table used for accounting and poured it on his steak as a sauce.

"Don't care about him," Belicia sat smiling in Leyoke's arms, and glanced at the killer with a flair, feeding a glass of red wine into his mouth, "Come to my room tonight?"

"When, of course, of course," Lay York replied hurriedly without waiting to swallow the red wine, "I only learned today that the boss had withdrawn the checkpoints from the house a week ago, so we might as well tonight... hehe ...Crazy."

"Oh, you are so bad..."

A week ago, all checkpoints were withdrawn outside the house...

"Come on!" The ink bottle in Rick's hand fell to the table, and the ink spilled across the table and flowed to the other side of the men and women.

He raised his head pale and looked at Leroy and Belicia, who looked displeased.

"A week ago? Was there no checkpoint guard in the headquarters house a week ago?"

"Nonsense," Lay York dusted the ink on the duster, and threw a loaf of bread, hitting Rick's face:

"Recently to the big operation of the Blood Bottle Gang, the boss said to keep it secret. The fewer people, the better, so the checkpoints have been withdrawn outside the house-but you don’t have to worry, you don’t have an inseparable ghost protecting you. "

"Then, in the corridor," Rick didn't realize that his voice was trembling at the moment. "In the corridor, there will be no checkpoints in the corridor?"

But Le York and Belicia had already left him behind, and they kissed nobody together.

Rick took a deep breath.

I was tracked inexplicably in the abandoned house the day before yesterday. That night, the checkpoint brothers who should not have existed in the hallway of the headquarters, the roster of beggars who had been carefully read in the room.

Very good, everything can be connected.

Now, Nal Rick, to his trembling nervous:

You are stared at.

The opponent may be strong.

Powerful enough to come and go at the Black Street headquarters with a lot of outposts, so powerful that even the terrible killer such as Ley York is not aware, and the experienced power warriors like Morris boss know nothing.

Only I was lucky, thanks to the blessing of my dead father, I discovered this.

He may be right behind me.

I must save myself, save myself!

I want to find his purpose!

Rick's brain went crazy.

In the past two days, the other party should have turned their room upside down, but only read the beggar roster carefully.

For the more important books, they are abandoned.

Rick thought: What the other party is looking for is in the beggar roster!

By the way, I was stared at near the abandoned house, which happened to be the place where the beggars live!

He was looking for a beggar!

However, Rick thought with a headache, he had dozens of beggars on his hands!

Next month, Bess will send another batch of these, these are children of unknown origin or no future problems (important and valuable children, such as the descendants of certain powers, and the children of certain wealthy merchants, have long been redeemed The ransom kills), which beggar is the other person asking for?

With such a brilliant skill and such terrible strength, why not just ask the Brotherhood in a fair manner?

We will just give it to you!

I would rather cooperate with him one by one, even if I pulled out all the one hundred beggars one by one, stripped my body and searched, and even killed all the anatomy. !

and many more.

I seem to think of the key.

Why didn't he justly ask the Brotherhood?

Rick blinked.

Of course, this matter cannot be known by anyone, even the Black Street Brotherhood!

Is it a rival of the Brotherhood?

No, if the blood bottle gang had such strength, the Black Street Brotherhood would have been turned over and over for dozens of times.

That is to say, the other party may not use formal channels, or disdain to deal with the Black Street Brotherhood in Xiacheng District!

Such a terrible character, of course, will not be low enough to deal with gangsters from slums.

Why should he be interested in these orphans who have died for many years?

Looking for the missing child, can I go directly to the police station to report the case?

Moreover, people and forces at this level do not dare to be negligent. In the face of the official, even the seemingly arrogant brotherhood can only bow their heads.

and many more!

Rick brightened in his head, feeling that he had grasped the point.

He is strong, comes and goes without shadow, acts secretly, is interested in the origin of a certain child, and is unwilling to deal with the Black Street Brotherhood.

Strength is to be piled up with money and resources. The secret is because the publicity of this matter will be detrimental to him, not to deal with the Brotherhood, because he is too high-level.

As for the interest of children from different sources collected by the Brotherhood from various sources...

and many more.

Behind him must be a high-ranking person who holds power and wealth, but he avoids any eyes and ears from the Brotherhood to the Security Office and secretly searches for an important child-the child?

I am grass!

Rick patted the thigh hard, and a string in his brain instantly penetrated.

He is involved in certain big families-the struggle for inheritance rights!

Rick stared fiercely at Le York and Belicia, who were already on the other side and had started to move their feet.

However, his thoughts had long since left the pair of men and women.

Perhaps the 15 million people in the entire Star Kingdom did not know that one day, a secret truth that was enough to shake the kingdom up and down and shake the continent, was once so close to an unassuming gang leader.

(End of this chapter)