Vol 2 Chapter 597: Weapon of the weak (part 2)

Chapter 597 Weapon of the Weak (Part 2)
"All... from the Brotherhood?"
They turned a corner, and Cohen looked suspiciously to both sides of the street:
"All over the street?"
Morris laughed and said nothing.
"of course not."
Thales quickened his pace and walked to their side and said coldly:
"If it got there, the Brotherhood would have been wiped out."
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 Thales changed his tone immediately:
"But there is no doubt that when we appeared in the vision of these people, we were already targeted by the Brotherhood."
Cohen frowned, and Glover put his weapon on his hand subconsciously and watched every passerby on the street vigilantly.
"Exactly," Morris laughed.
"From the time you stepped on the first floor of the city, the artisan shops, street vendors, beggars, and merchant passersby on this road have seen you clearly."
Cohen raised his head and screamed fiercely:
"Bah, who doesn't know, the shops on this street have to pay protection fees to the Brotherhood. They are all under your threat..."
But Thales interrupted him this time.
"But he was right." The prince looked outside a shop, and a few day laborers were doing the hard work of unloading with sweat. "These people are indeed from the Brotherhood."
Cohen was puzzled.
It’s not a fraternity for a while, and a fraternity for a while...
Is it a Brotherhood?
Morris thoughtfully:
"Oh, your lord, you know?"
"I don't know," Thales didn't change his face:
"I only know that you want to take this opportunity to show my muscles and show me the heritage of the Brotherhood."
Morris, who had been called to break his mind, turned his head back.
"Mr. Police Officer, and this one...you are all from extraordinary backgrounds. You must know that you have seen the Blood Bottle Gang."
Morris adjusted his mood and chuckled slightly, showing contempt and disdain:
"They have stretched for a hundred years. They are gangster nobles with a long history and complicated background. The chain of interests behind them is deep and solid. Most of the members are scumbags who walk in the gray area with black hands and white hands."
Glover's eyes fell on him.
"But..." Morris's conversation turned, meaningfully:
"Although it seems to you to be doing the same'business', as their mortal enemy-the Brotherhood is completely different."
At this moment, Thales saw a shop in front of him and couldn't help narrowing his eyes, slowing down.
"Different?" Cohen shook his head disdainfully:
"You mean, although they are both scumbags, they are old scumbags. Are you little scumbags?"
Leyoke behind him let out a cold snort.
"This is your bar?"
Everyone turned their heads together.
I saw Thales standing in place, looking at a tavern across the street: in the storefront of Mencroque, a man with a fierce face was lying uncomfortably behind the bar, and he stabbed the countertop with a knife.
Cohen and Glover raised their heads and looked at the rusty old iron sign on the top of the tavern:
[Sunset bless you. 】
It looked like it had been taken down from a country church in the Temple of Sunset.
Thales faintly looked 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 ferocious face saw them, and immediately drew his knife in surprise, looking like "Do you want to fight?", but Morris immediately made a downward gesture.
Leyoke walked into the bar, patted the vicious bartender on the shoulder, talked to him, and finally calmed him back in the disappointed expression of the other person.
"That's Sunset Bar."
"It hasn't been a few months since Kerensky took over—his predecessor was stunned and was in a bar fight."
Morris looked at Kerensky's face that was not close to a stranger, then looked at the deserted scene of the bar on the day, and sighed:
"You may see: He is not good at this job."
Thales nodded lightly, with melancholy that only he could understand:
"Being a bartender here is probably not easy."
Things are wrong.
The old man behind the bar is no longer there.
Thales shook his head and turned to leave.
"Well, this bar was opened by an old friend before," Morris followed the prince's footsteps, tut helplessly:
"I have to say that after they moved away, there were not many people in the Brotherhood who knew how to operate a bar and were able to hold the place."
"Your old friend must be very good." Thales said sincerely.
Hearing this, Morris hummed in a complicated mood:
"At least, no one dared to fight here while they were still there."
"Yes, who doesn't know, this is the ‘green zone’ of the Brotherhood’s own house," Cohen grunted with unresolved anger:
"Does anyone dare to fight here?"
Morris glanced at him.
"Mr. Police 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 just catch thieves and punish hawkers, stare at illegal crimes, but never go deep into their communities, their families, their trivial daily routines, and see what their lives are like when they are not going to the streets to make a living. day?"
Cohen spoke.
But he quickly responded unconvincingly:
"I know that Xiacheng District is a gathering place for immigrants and poor people from other villages. It is very poor here..."
"poor?"
Morris suddenly raised the volume, amused: "Poverty!"
The fat man's eyes suddenly changed:
"But, what is poverty in your eyes, Mr. Inspector?"
"Is it because you can’t eat meat in a meal and don’t have the imagination of aristocrats who don’t have new clothes during the holidays? Or is it the storybook that describes everything that can be described, the kind of "starving to death tomorrow", so high-ranking officials like to find them the most. Charitable donations, seemingly miserable but unrealistic "poor"?"
Cohen's brow twitched, thinking about what the brotherhood boss said.
"No, Qingpi," Morris said unceremoniously, forgetting to use street slang in front of the prince:
"The real poverty lies between the two. It is not so stereotyped and not so tragic."
Thales thought.
"In fact, real poverty is numbness, patience, passing by, no future, poor life but hard life, and a peculiar plight of suffering without the need for suicide."
Morris language with emotion:
"This kind of poverty is the plague that can drive people crazy. It is highly toxic, contagious, and will continue. It is poisonous and not lethal, and it seems mild."
Cohen thought hard, but to no avail:
"I do not understand."
Morris sneered.
"Well, you have a noble background and you have been a security officer. It's easy to do things in fine clothes, and it may be hard to imagine..."
"But there are some poor people who went to work for a day, exhausted everything, and gotten twenty bronzes according to their hard work."
His tone changed:
"However, in the half-day after he left work, in order to satisfy his hunger and feed his family, he had to use up all of them, not one left or one or two left..."
"So the next day, he could only do his best, just for the other twenty coppers that were destined to be spent again."
Glover and Cohen frowned at the same time.
"Yeah, he won't starve to death," Morris walked down a low tattered stairs with a gloomy face.
"But it must be repeated forever to keep'not starving to death'."
"Like the poor coachman who just lost the bet."
"Do you think, why did he borrow money for gambling? Do you think he will be fine if you let him avoid the scam of borrowing money?"
Cohen's eyes changed and he looked up suddenly.
"Poverty is not a sharp beheaded blade, police officer."
"On the contrary, it is a twisted rope that is slowly tightened, a grinding disc that rolls patiently."
Thales sighed silently when he heard this.
At this time, Morris was slow to deal with it, like a teacher who tells the story of philosophy:
"It gives you a little hope of life, but does not let you enjoy the happiness of life, so that you can continue to exploit your life."
"It pushes you to the brink of death, but it just happens to be immortal, so that you can squeeze everything out in the numbness day after day."
Morris breathed deeply, as if to feel the sweetness of this breath:
"It's called survival-long death."
Morris walked to the front of the crowd unknowingly, watching the smelly leather workshop floating in the distance, and the busy workers inside.
"In cities and towns, in the countryside, there are always those in the darkest and lowest class, struggling with food and clothing, but often ignored by the kingdom: outsiders who go to the city to beg for a living, farmers who have lost their land, merchants who are bankrupt and in debt, The handicapped who have lost their labor, the artisans who are eliminated by the market, the poor who are left behind, the beggars who have no dignity, the elderly who have no descendants, the widows who have lost the pillars, and the bad guys who only know how to beat their fists after leaving the army, they have to sacrifice their bottom line and sell their dignity. The low-level businessmen who suffer from discrimination and bullying..."
"They are the hosts of poverty, everywhere in the country, far more than you think-Xiacheng is just the tip of the iceberg, and it is a better one."
Cohen tried to loosen his clenched fist a little bit:
"I know, but this can't be..."
But Morris ignored him:
"They are often unable to speak, or when they speak, no one pays attention or is even seen-even if you are such a conscientious and kind-hearted guard."
"In the official announcement of the prosperity of the peaceful age, in the passionate and magnificent historical narrative, in the eyes of most happy people who are full of warmth and worry about food and clothing, they do not even exist-or the meaning of their existence. It is to prove the compassion and moral sense of other people, and bring correct, hypocritical and cheap self-satisfaction to the latter."
Morris closed his tone, sounding extremely cold:
"They are excluded from the discourse, it is difficult to understand, and they have no spare time to feel what pursuit and desire, ideals and aspirations, dignity and responsibility are-these things can only be seen in bardics and stage plays..."
His expression suddenly became hideous:
"In this case, if the search does not change, people will slowly deteriorate and become artifacts or beasts."
"Faced with a difficult life, a harsh environment, a desperate future, unfair reality, hegemonic power, and the most urgent need for survival, they must find a way, they must have sustenance, and they must seize the last straw..."
Morris's eyes floated to the sky, through the thick clouds, and then fell back to the ground, falling into the chaotic underground street:
"So one day, at a certain opportunity, at a certain moment, and at a certain accident, they were forced to come together, watch and help each other, overcome difficulties together, and seek recognition and value."
"Maybe it's just the neighborhoods on the street looking after each other, maybe it's the poor people of the same industry having a dinner together, or maybe it's the gangsters who are born in hardships embracing courage-even if sometimes these behaviors are actually not so legal."
Thales watched silently at the dozen or so gangsters fighting in a street corner.
But this time, Cohen just stared at them blankly, and no longer meant to step in.
"And their original purpose of staying together for warmth was just to live less painfully."
"The crime you hate—or, the behavior that goes against the mainstream law—is just an inevitable but secondary by-product."
Morris also watched the fight on this street corner, and shook his head at Leyoke who asked him with his eyes:
"That's why we appeared-the Black Street Brotherhood, as a member of countless low-level gangs."
At that moment, his eyes were misty and deep:
"I don't know when or how, the moment we appear, we are deeply rooted in the community of the bottom people, born in chaos and relying on chaos."
At this moment, a stone suddenly flew up and hit a bullshit's forehead severely, causing him to fall down like blood.
The brawling gangsters were taken aback and stopped subconsciously.
Everyone turned their heads: Thales stood up and patted his dusty hands.
"You are indeed born of chaos," Thales said coldly.
"But it also feeds back chaos."
The gangsters reacted and screamed at them.
Morris sighed and waved, Leyoke stepped forward with a sullen face.
"In fact, your Highness, in the black street, in the underground street, in the three districts of the lower city, most of the poor people may not directly participate in our'gray' activities." Morris shrugged.
Thales laughed:
"You mean crime."
Morris nodded:
"But they never hesitate to give convenience and tacit understanding to the Brotherhood. For example, in addition to their main business, they whistleblower, stand guard, occasionally run errands, provide logistics, and even rely on the economy brought about by our'big business'. Prosperity, to supplement the family."
"Their lives are connected to our activities."
On the other side, Leyoke was finally recognized by the gangsters after bringing down the third person, and the latter dared not look back in panic.
Cohen stood there in silence, watching these people disappear into the streets.
"Over time, habit becomes natural, and repetition becomes the rule. The Black Street Brotherhood is no longer just a mutual aid organization, nor is it just a violent group."
Morris tweeted, spreading his arms, as if to embrace the dilapidated block in front of him:
"It has become the backbone deeply rooted in these communities, turned into the symbiosis backbone of the lower-level people, and become an important driving force for the management of the underlying communities to maintain the ecological operation."
He glanced at Cohen intentionally or unintentionally:
"This is more than the Security Department, which has never been seen every ten days and a half. Recently, a patrol that is about to smash the bones and the marrow, it is more inefficient and lazy than the low-level officials, and it is more than the relevant department that only appears during city appearance inspections and political performance. ', than the king's warrant, which always exists only on the bulletin board, and the same treatment as the small advertisement for syphilis treatment, than the charitable citizens who are full of passion and morality but never set foot here, full of sympathy but far away from the sky, who only know how to move. It is much more effective and practical."
"They evolved their own rules, the underlying ecology."
"'The copper coin is louder than the king, and the wine glass is longer and heavier'," Morris looked at Thales and exclaimed:
"No offense, but this is an old saying that the scumbags at the Yaga camp often say."
Thales did not answer.
But Cohen slowly raised his head, looking confused.
Glover had to give him a hand, lest the police officer stepped on the air.
"I went to the Western Wilderness to fight a war," the zombie grumbled uncomfortably looking at Cohen's loss of consciousness.
"I have never heard of such a bullshit'old saying'."
Morris didn't care, waved his hand and chuckled.
"Then you are either still young..."
"Either there is too much earwax..."
He laughed, and there was a chill in his eyes:
"The ears are blocked."
Glover was speechless for a while.
"So, yes, most people here may be poor, treacherous, or annoying, but most of them have not gone with the Black Street Brotherhood to collect debts, pass goods, steal, and fight. Crossed, killed, committed crime."
"But they have also more or less facilitated the Brotherhood, and benefited more or less from the existence of the Brotherhood-even though these'benefits' make you hate it."
Morris sneered:
"These'brotherhood people' may not be directly employed by our core six giants, they are not the purest and most formal members of the gang, and they have not even done any'business operations', but many times, no matter what They are still outsiders, and there is no need to distinguish them."
"Because we are them, they are naturally close to us."
"We can become them at any time, and they can become us at any time."
At that second, Morris gritted his teeth fiercely, stood on his street, and gently clenched his fist:
"They are not a brotherhood, but they are better than a brotherhood."
"Mr. Sergeant, tell me, how are we going to'die'?"
"Are you going to send everyone in this block, from the young and the strong, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, to the prison as an accomplice of the Brotherhood?"
Cohen was shocked, as if being hit hard.
Morris turned his eyes and looked at Thales, who was thinking deeply, and smiled.
"This is the root, soil, and essence of the Black Street Brotherhood, Your Highness."
"A line of black silk," Morris' eyes flashed:
"All brothers."
Leyok smiled and raised his arms intentionally or unintentionally, letting the black ribbon on his left arm flutter in the wind.
The black silk series are all brothers.
This is not the first time Thales has heard this fraternity saying, but his brows are getting tighter.
"Huh," Glover retorted disdainfully:
"You are nothing but a mob, worthless."
"Even the most unsophisticated lord's conscripts can beat you up."
Morris took a look at his tall and tall figure, and glanced at Glover, who was a military background.
"Yes, maybe many people think that, compared with the army and violence of the kingdom, such a mob of good and bad, the Brotherhood is just an out-and-out weak, not an opponent at all, and will be wiped out at any time because of a word from a nobleman."
Morris' eyes changed, looking at the scene of the underground street, showing a cruel look:
"But don't forget..."
"Unlike large-scale officials and the army, we-including these people at the bottom who are inseparable from us, we are timid and weak, full of the wisdom of the street and the cunning of the bottom, both unremarkable and slippery. , Will avoid the edge in direct confrontation at any time and break it into pieces."
"Even if we are familiar with the local security guards and patrols, we often feel stretched and powerless when facing us, let alone an army prepared for a huge battlefield. It is like a big and thick broom, there are always corners that can't be swept. "
"This is the real confidence of the Brotherhood."
"This is also the root of why we were born in the void, weak, isolated, and disorganized, but when faced with giants such as the Blood Bottle Gang and even the official kingdom, we are always unable to resist and suffer annihilation, but we can always come back from the ashes and make a comeback."
"Mr. Police Officer, and this... the big brother who fought in war, do you understand?"
At that moment, Cohen looked hesitant, but Glover still objected.
But none of them could speak.
As for Thales, he just walked the street quietly and calmly step by step.
"Speaking of which," the boy sighed, then suddenly said:
"Do you know Araka Mu?"
Morris frowned.
"The Wrath of the Kingdom is famous, Your Highness," Fatty shook his head.
"But even as tough as him, we can't do what we can do for you."
This sounds familiar...
Thales smiled.
correct.
The brazier of the Shield of Deception, he seems to have said something similar?
"I remember," the person who answered the conversation was Glover, and he showed admiration:
"In the battle of the altar, Baron Mu was the vanguard. His anger guard directly collided with the blocking array composed of three orc elites. He was brave and fearless regardless of casualties, but succeeded in breaking through the battle. It was for the Cavalry of Legend Wings and his majesty. The main force opens the way for a decisive blow."
"Even more shocked all the friendly forces present-whether they are mercenaries, conscripts, or standing armies of the royal family."
"It also laid the final victory in the desert war."
Morris and Leyokchi looked tight.
Thales' thoughts drifted away, returning to the Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago, could not help sighing.
"Araka Mu, that's not a person," Cohen said quietly:
"It's a broken soul with a broken corner and no longer complete."
Seeing everyone else looking at him, Cohen recovered and shook his head:
"It's not me, but my old man said it."
Thales nodded, remembering the indomitable impact of the kingdom's fury carrying him on his back six years ago in the black sand army.
But what he wanted to say was not the courage of the other party.
"Mu told me that he is not Kingdom Fury," Thales said with emotion:
"The guard next to him is."
"They all."
The others were startled.
"Similarly," Thales turned his head, "Unkillable, mysterious black sword. He may be the leader and spiritual symbol of the Brotherhood."
Morris's expression changed.
"But he is not the Brotherhood itself."
Thales spoke to the streetscape of the underground street, surely:
"These people, as well as the life, background and experience they represent, all of which are added to everything, is the real Brotherhood of the Black Street."
"The Brotherhood is their symbol of resistance in numbness and poverty."
Thales nodded and said with emotion:
"It's a weapon for the weak."
Morris was a little surprised, but he adjusted quickly and smiled.
"His Royal Highness, you are an understanding person!"
"So now, Mr. Security Officer, in this city, you, the Security Department you represent, and the kingdom itself..."
Morris spoke to Cohen, but stared at the prince, as if waiting for his response.
"What you are fighting against is not a gang, a crime, or even an evil," the fat man sneered:
"It is poverty, injustice, indifference, despair, the insufficiency and dissatisfaction of another group caused by the self-sufficiency and self-sufficiency of a group of people, and the shadows caused by overbearing 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 stared at him blankly:
"You mean, I am enforcing the law in the Xiacheng District, and I am fighting against... the weak?"
"Don't be fooled by him." The boy's words sounded, pulling Cohen back from the sinking.
Thales’ words are calm and powerful:
"Yes, the Black Street Brotherhood, perhaps the weak ones at the bottom, accidentally picked up weapons."
"But on the contrary, Cohen, you are not against the weak."
Out of trust in the prince in the past, Cohen seemed to have caught the straw when he was drowning. His eyes lit up and he looked at Thales hopefully.
But Thales’ words are heavier than Morris:
"It's something deeper, deeper, and more terrifying."
As soon as he said this, even Morris frowned.
Thales took a deep breath:
"What you have to fight against is the side of the strong from whom you came 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 and disorder you feel, the dark pain you witness, are just one of the consequences of these oppression and injustice-whether we want it or not."
"You drew your sword," Thales whispered:
"Fight against the wound it cut."
"In this world, there is no more uncomfortable, but also more precious confrontation."
Cohen stared at Thales in a daze, his thoughts confused.
"Well," Morris rolled his eyes:
"His Royal Highness speaks better than I am."
"But, to borrow a sentence to end the tower."
Morris showed a sly look:
"How do you use your power to fight power?"
"You can only embrace power."
Everyone was silent for a while, even Thales frowned.
"I do not understand."
After painful thinking, Cohen gritted his teeth and shook his head:
"There is no such thing in the End Tower."
Morris snorted.
"Yes," the fat man said with a long and deep meaning:
"Isn't there in the tower."
At this moment, Thales suddenly asked:
"Who are you, Morris?"
The fat boss of the Brotherhood had a meal and smiled:
"You have forgotten things, your majesty, my lord Morris, a gangster in the Brotherhood."
Thales snorted coldly.
"No, I'm asking." The prince stared at Morris coldly with eyes like electricity.
"who are you."
Morris' smile froze for a moment.
"A little can never say such a thing."
"You have shown muscles," Thales said solemnly:
"Why don't you show yourself up?"
At this moment, Morris' smile disappeared completely.
Thales did not change his expression, but looked at him deeply.
Feeling that the atmosphere is not right, Glover and Leyoke subconsciously put their hands on their weapons, and exchanged hostile eyes.
But Morris just chuckled softly.
He sighed and looked up at the sky.
"Maurice Ishka."
The fat man's tone was full of irony and hatred.
Ishka?
Thales frowned: in the prince's class, he had never heard of this surname.
"I remember you said that you have no last name."
Morris lowered his head, nodded, and shook his head mockingly.
"It's gone now."
"I'm from Longxi, born in Changyin City," Morris looked blankly:
"From the great-grandfather, the family has been the personal finance officer of the Grand Duke of Changyin City for generations."
From Longxundi, born in Changyin City.
Thales' expression changed.
"That's it."
"You are from the Principality of Enronzo, and your background is not low."
and……
It is indeed in charge.
But Thales immediately asked:
"Then how did you fall to..."
Before he could finish the question, Morris interrupted him and replied very simply:
"Decades ago, the Principality of Anrenzo broke out in a'joint rebellion'."
Morris smiled loudly:
"It was a political game of the upper class. In short, it was a mess."
"Finally, the incompetent Grand Duke Cid pushed our family out as a scapegoat to calm the anger of the princes."
Thales felt Morris' emotions and did not continue to speak.
Glover and Cohen looked at each other, and even Leyoke seemed surprised.
Morris sighed:
"You know, I was a kid when the rope was wrapped around my neck."
He touched his fat neck, which was almost invisible:
"At that time, my mother was hanging on my left. I still remember that her rope swayed for a long time..."
Thales frowned.
"Outside the gallows, the prison officer was expressionless, like a stone sculpture, and the spectators were extremely fanatical, like an endless tide."
"I wasn't very sensible then, when I was stranded, I was just thinking," Morris looked at the street dreamily.
"It's so uncomfortable."
"Blessed by the sunset and Haoyue, it would be great if I could breathe a breath of air."
He faintly said:
"One bite, just one bite, it makes me less painful and less wanting to die..."
The atmosphere was dull, everyone kept silent.
Only Morris's voice sounded, telling the past:
"I am willing to give anything for that breath of air."
Morris' eyes were blank:
"I am willing to do anything."
The silence lasted for a while, knowing Morris was awake from the memory.
"So, when I woke up in a hill of corpses, I understood one thing."
The brother of the Brotherhood took a deep breath, feeling the freedom of breathing extremely preciously:
"This world is not fair, Your Highness."
Morris's hand left his neck, and he showed the cruel look unique to the boss:
"Even breathing air."
"You have to fight with your life."
"Just from the mouths of those... who can breathe freely."
Thales did not speak.
"I have other things, Your Highness," Morris's mood changed obviously, and he turned his head. "Forgive me for my absence-Leyoke will take care of your remaining sightseeing itinerary."
As soon as the words came out, when everyone was still surprised, the fat man folded into another street corner without looking back, and disappeared before his eyes.
Thales and others were left, and stopped silently.
"So, that's my boss."
Leyoke recovered from the life experience of Morris just now, and restored his ugly look:
"Next, where are you going?"
Glover and Cohen looked at each other.
"In fact," Thales snorted coldly looking at the place where Morris's back disappeared:
"I was almost touched by a little girl who was begging for my wallet, and I was almost blackmailed... I am very upset now."
Leyoke was startled.
Glover and Cohen were equally astonished.
Thales turned his head and said solemnly:
"So, in Xiacheng, where do these little begging guys 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 was here, he might recognize it, it was the brother of the brotherhood whispering in his ear when he met Morris.
"Lancer," Morris was not interested in talking more, 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 put down his hood, his face covered with fatigue and haggard.
"Prince Thales was stabbed at the banquet last night," Lancer said lightly:
"There are a lot of rumors, but because the assassins are from the Western Wilderness, the rumors are directed at the Western Wilderness princes, saying that their intentions are wrong.
Morris frowned:
"Really?"
Lanser snorted coldly: "Anyway, this is how the secret science is spread."
"anything else?"
"Mindith Hall, the prince's residence, has just been sealed up by the Royal Guard with the City Hall, saying that they will seek clues to the Assassins."
"So, he and your boss are not in the same group?"
"It's the former boss! I'm not sure. But I know that an old friend returned to Secret Science. He used to be the head of the Western Wilderness branch--the Western Wilderness might indeed be something serious."
Morris didn't speak, just lost in thought.
In the end, Lanser broke the silence.
"Compared with the previous one, how is this star?"
"I don't know," Morris shook his head, his face showing imperceptible confusion:
"It's a bit similar, but it's not the same-let's look at the attitude of Black Sword."
Lancer was not satisfied:
"You've been talking with him for a long time, just such a conclusion?"
"Hey, why don't you go chat with him yourself?"
Morris retorted dissatisfiedly:
"You know that kid is very slippery, his treacherous man is like a ghost, every word is hidden, and his intentions are sinister?"
"That's why I want you to go," Lanser had no guilt:
"You are this kind of person yourself, you are most familiar with it."
Morris became angry for a while.
But his face changed a little soon.
"I remember, a few years ago, you asked me for someone, didn't you?"
Lanser narrowed his eyes: "Who?"
"Six years ago," Morris scratched his chin seriously: "On the day of the One Night War."
Lanser rolled his eyes and found the corresponding memory:
"Yes, a little accountant. He used to be the one who managed the abandoned house. He was very talented and had a lot of ambition. For this reason, his boss was killed, that waste Quaid..."
"But I was sent to the king's capital, you know, Rhoda definitely doesn't want to kill his son's people all day long in front of him..."
Morris interrupted him:
"Write him a letter to find a list of past beggars."
Lancer frowned:
"what happened?"
Morris exhaled and kicked the broken root of the wall at the alleyway, shaking a puddle of rocks.
"Remember, Lancer, when we first came to Xiacheng, we had a hard time in this maze of rotten streets-Anton would go astray as long as he walked out fifty meters and could not find a back to the black street. road."
Lancer didn't speak.
He knew that Morris had something to follow.
Morris squinted:
"Do you remember, in order to get the Xiacheng district as fast as possible, who did we first look for as a guide?"
"Beggar."
Lanser answered without stagnation: "We bought the beggars."
"They are the most inconspicuous, and they have been walking around the streets since childhood, and they are most familiar with the road here."
Morris's gaze was fixed on the root of the wall.
"Yes," the fat man repeated the other party's words, thinking carefully:
"They are inconspicuous, and they have been walking around since childhood."
"I am most familiar with it."
Lanser figured out something and couldn't help but stare.
"So I have a little guess."
Morris raised his head and looked at the incomparably complicated streets of Xiacheng with a deep expression:
"Want to verify."
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