Chapter 673: long term leave

   Chapter 673 Long-term leave
   Finally, after not knowing the wave of vomit, Shi Lai finally stopped nausea, and the eldest lady of Kevin Deere leaned against the wall tremblingly.
   Thales also resisted his nausea and tried to stay away from that big pool of filth.
  Well, half-digested steak—damn, why did he think about that!
  Just like that, in the messy filth and pungent smell, Thales and Hillary, the weak two, were sitting on the ground against the wall, back to back, each trembling.
   "Don't worry, I will add some money to the owner for the cleaning fee."
   "Is this the key? Ah, my clothes..."
   "They're not yours, they came from the theater."
   Thales didn't have time to argue with her. The soreness all over his body reached the limit, and he felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to pass out on the spot.
   "You—huh—what's the matter?"
   "You, what, what, what happened?" Shirai wiped her lips in embarrassment, her voice was intermittent, and her breath was like a dying patient.
   Thales tried his best to come up with a reason:
   "I have a lot of nosebleeds..."
   "I have a lot of menstrual blood..."
   The two sneered at the same time.
   They turned their heads with difficulty, and across their shoulders, they saw each other's faces in the corner of the eye.
   "Do you think - huh - I'll believe it?"
  Although each has its own difficulties and pains, the eyes of the two are full of contempt and disdain, and obviously they do not believe each other's words.
"me too."
   But the two of them were surprised at the same time when they remembered something!
   "Go out of the shop, turn left and go straight to the third intersection, then turn right and go straight to the second intersection, turn left and lean on the alley with the stone wall on the left..."
   "The third diagonal alley at the fork of Milton's pawnshop on Regina Street!"
   Thales said in pain:
   "Slimani! He's running away again!"
   Sheila gritted her teeth weakly and resentfully:
   "Not yet! It's too late!"
   Thales didn't have time to retort, and the extreme discomfort and weakness caused him to spin again.
  No, they stumbled and stumbled along the way, and finally caught up here...
   Did you just give up?
   If I had known earlier, it would be better to let Mallos send someone...
   At this moment, Shi Lai stretched out his hand tremblingly and buckled a finger-sized glass medicine bottle into Thales' hand. .
   "Drink this, immediately, fast."
   Thales opened his eyes: the liquid in the glass bottle was dark and cloudy, and there was a lot of sediment.
   "What's this color--fuck, this smell is heavier than your breakfast! What the hell, is it cooked with shit?" Thales turned his head away in pain as soon as he took off the stopper.
"you--"
  Xile, who was already weak and uncomfortable, was upset when he heard the words, and replied angrily: "It's an aphrodisiac!"
   Thales was stunned for a moment, then got angry:
   "Why don't you say it's the birth control pill?"
  Xilei was also off, she snorted and shook her head, grabbing the bottle without saying a word:
   "Yes, aphrodisiac plus contraception, do you drink it?"
   The girl held the medicine bottle with an ugly expression, as if she was resisting the next wave of vomiting.
  The boy looked at the displeased Xi Lai for a few seconds, and finally figured out something, showing a helpless smile.
Grass.
   The next second, Thales took a deep breath, grabbed the medicine bottle, and poured it directly into his mouth!
   "Ah! No, wait a minute!"
   Sheila was shocked and grabbed the bottle away before Thales finished drinking the potion:
   "Half is enough! Very expensive!"
As soon as    Thales' mouth left the mouth of the bottle, he was disgusted by the pungent smell—I don't know if it was Hillary's breakfast or the potion, anyway, the two had a match—making him sick to his stomach and gasping for breath.
  Damn, he should find a glass of water first!
   "You, are you drinking now?" Sheila coughed weakly.
   Thales gasped in pain, feeling the unpleasant taste in his mouth:
   "Yes! Aphrodisiac or contraception or let Slimani run away - do I still have a choice?"
   That potion has a bad smell, and it is even more colorful when it reaches the mouth.
  Wori, what a taste!
   A burst of nausea struck, and Thales couldn't help taking a few breaths.
   Sheila frowned at him.
   After a few seconds, the eldest lady also figured out something, she turned around, leaned her back against Thales, and laughed out loud.
   "What, what's so funny?"
   But before Thales finished speaking, Shi Lai, who was pale, raised his head and drank the remaining half of the potion.
   Thales squinted at her.
   "Aphrodisiac?"
   "Yes," Sheila put away the empty bottle, vomited a few mouthfuls, and sarcastically said weakly, "Healing your stinky problem."
   Thales was momentarily angry.
   But before he could react, Hillary struggled hard.
   "Stand up, no matter how uncomfortable it is," Shiley gritted his teeth. "The main effect of this medicine is to numb pain and relieve soreness, and at the same time replenish a lot of energy. It requires us to move in order to exert its effect."
   Numbness and soreness relief…
   Thales sighed and endured the pain all over his body, he supported the wall with one hand and clasped Shi Lai's hand with the other.
   Sheila glanced at him, but said nothing.
  The two of them supported each other, leaned against the wall, and barely stood up.
   But the moment he stood up, Thales seemed to have an illusion:
   The soreness and burning sensation in his body were reduced, and his breathing was less laborious.
Huh?
"This is……"
   "Aphrodisiac pills, by the way, contraception." Xile said coldly, her voice much stronger.
All right.
   Thales pouted.
   Although her complexion was a little ruddy, she still held a grudge.
   A few seconds later, when they cleaned up the filth on their bodies (as for the ones on the ground, Hilla believed she paid the owner enough) and walked out of the room, walked down the stairs, and set foot on the street again, Thales felt himself alive again.
   There is no doubt that they are gradually recovering at an unbelievable speed - Thales felt the state of his body in amazement.
   "Where did that bottle of medicine come from, do you still have it?"
  Xilei coldly refused: "No, it's made by special channels, and the materials are precious."
   and disgusting.
   Thales raised his eyebrows.
   "...As for you, don't think about it," the girl from the Kevin Deere family shook her head. "All the drugs that seem to be highly effective but actually violate the laws of nature are harmful and represent an overdraft of the body's functions."
   "Trust me, with its taste, no one wants to drink it anymore." Thales countered.
   Overdraft of bodily functions?
   Thales suddenly remembered the ability of the crime of Hell River to speed up self-healing—in the words of the Black Sword, it would shorten his life.
   But sometimes...
   Thales touched the slightly crooked bone in his left arm that was interrupted by the meteorite.
   Sometimes, he has no choice.
   "This way," Thales gritted his teeth and pulled out a step, "Slimani was very flustered, panicked, and even fell, which will affect his speed, and there may be hope to catch up."
   "I know the alley he went in," Xilai said solemnly. "It's not easy to walk in, but there is a shortcut here. If you're lucky, you can stop him."
   Pedestrians on the road changed their expressions as soon as they walked into the two, and they covered their noses and walked away, which made Thales quite depressed, but it saved a lot of trouble.
   Thales still remembered the route drawn in the senses of hell, and Xi Lai was almost familiar with it. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the target location, the two of them were getting healthier and faster.
   "How did you determine Slimani's location? What did you do in the utility room just now?" Thales doubted.
   "Then you, what did you do outside just now?" Hillary gave him a sideways glance.
  The two were silent for a while.
   "Magic, medicine bottles, breaking through empty doors, and this ability to find people," Thales said in a sullen voice, "Tell me, Sister Wyana, how many mysteries do you still have?"
   "Not much, at least not more than your mysteries--eavesdropping, magic, nosebleeds, and the same way of finding people--Brother Wyah." Shiley retorted.
   Thales and Hillary looked at each other unhappily as they walked.
   It seems that both of them have their own secrets that they do not want to be known by others.
   But after a few seconds, they seemed to understand something, and both smiled relieved.
   "Sorry, Wyana." Thales shook his head helplessly.
  Xile was too lazy to respond, and directly returned his middle finger.
   "Hey, that's mine—wait, how did you know that gesture?"
   "I've seen it, I've seen that mute beside you did to Wyya - 'some' Wyah."
   "Ha, I knew it, you imitated it wrong."
   "Impossible, I remember it clearly: bulging middle finger."
   "Yes to us, but you have six fingers!"
boom!
   Sheila gave him a heavy elbow, which made Thales grinned in pain.
   "No one dared to make a joke on me!" Sheila gritted her teeth.
   "Sorry, sorry," Thales quickly apologized, "I just thought it would be better than... than avoiding it or not mentioning it."
   His voice dropped:
"Feel sorry."
   Sheila gave him a deep look and moved on.
  The two walked silently.
   "You don't have anything to ask?"
   Thales came back to his senses:
   "What? Ask what?"
   "Ask, ask," Hillary paused, she touched her glove, and said with difficulty, "My hand?"
   There was another silence between the two of them.
   Finally, before Thales scratched his hair bald in his mind, he racked his brains to figure out how to answer.
   "Oh, this," the prince laughed, as if he didn't care, "what's the matter, my ancestors had a king, and his nickname was 'Eight Fingers'..."
   Sheila rolled his eyes at him.
   "I know the eight-finger king, but you know: my situation is different from him! He is a healthy and normal person, and he was injured and lost while hunting..."
"Hey!"
   Thales quickened his pace to catch up with Hille:
   "So what? You have one more finger than me, more than a 'normal person'..."
"It's four," Sheila said gloomily, looking at her hands, "my hands are all, and so are my feet—when I was a kid, almost every doctor I saw said that they were connected to bones and nerves, and they were cut out directly. If it falls, it may damage the whole hand..."
"very good!"
   Thales interrupted her, blushing, trying to make the atmosphere humorous: "What I do with one whole hand, you can do it with only five-sixths of the hand, this is an advantage!"
   Sheila snorted and pouted in disdain: "Stiff, hypocritical."
   Well, maybe a little bit.
   Thales felt that he was using too much force, so he had to shut up obediently.
   They turned into an alley, which made Thales feel familiar for a while: this was one of the places that the senses of had painted for him just now.
   "I heard that when I was born, a sunset priest once said that this was a bad omen or a bad result, and that it was a punishment for the entire family by the sunset, or at least a warning." Xilai was fascinated.
   Bad omen, bad consequences.
  Telston took a moment.
   His memory drifted back to the Prison of Bones. In the dark bottom of the prison, what Sackel said to Yodel reverberated in his ears:
   [Does King Kessel know...they know that the evil flowers from many years ago have already produced evil results? 】
   Thales took a deep breath, forced himself to smile, and raised his hands to Shi Lai:
   "Look, my hand is intact—well, at least it looks normal."
   "Yes, I know, 'normal'," Sheila sneered, "so what?"
   Thales forced a smile.
   "I mean, I was born with my hands and feet intact, but it doesn't seem to prevent the sunset goddess from punishing the royal family of the bright star."
   Xilai's eyes moved.
   "So, bad omen, bad flowers and bad fruits, you can kill them." Thales said with a smile.
  Hiley looked at him for a long time, passed a closed "Milton Honesty Pawnshop", and turned into a fork in the road with no one.
   "But a lot of people don't think that way," she whispered. "You just saw the reaction of those people on the street, right?"
   Thales' smile became smaller.
   "That's why you've been reclusive since you were a kid?"
"This matter is a stain on the family," Miss Kevin Deere said with a hint of sarcasm, "My parents, they have to... be very careful, from my bar mitzvah to my engagement, every occasion I make a public appearance, Well, maybe my funeral - you know, since I was a child, the procurement of women's gloves was an important expense that my father gave Ashford to take care of, top secret."
The    family stain.
   Thales was silent for a while.
"this is not your fault."
   Sheila shrugged: "I know, I figured it out a long time ago, this, it's not my fault..."
  The girl raised her hands and shook it, her eyes fixed on the cuff of her little finger.
   "But what they brought, brought me, turned me into..."
   Xilai's eyes drifted away gradually, and then slowly focused.
   They brought, brought me, turned me into...
   Thales listened to her words and couldn't help holding his left hand: in the middle of the palm, the scar left by multiple scratches became more and more obvious.
   can not be eliminated.
   "Do you know why, why I have such a bad relationship with Karabiyan's twins, so incompatible?"
   The second prince came back to his senses: "Yes, I have heard a bit: you scared them when you were young?"
   Sheila sneered.
   "When they were children, they discovered...my hand."
   Thales did not speak.
   "Of course, they laughed at me, despised me, and tried to pinch me with this," Shi Lai shook her hands and frowned, "and I fought back, fiercely."
   Fight back...
   "So they isolated me, ostracized me, made small circles, spoke ill of me at the dance..." Sheila continued, "and I continued to fight back."
   Continue to fight back...
   Thales frowned.
"In the end, the situation was very bad, and it went on to the fathers, until my father and Count Karabyan reached an agreement, Kaisha and China were ordered to reflect and disciplined, and they had to secretly swear in front of the Sunset Statue: For the rest of my life, don't reveal the Kevin Deere scandal, don't leak my... situation, um, out."
   Thales understood.
   So, your relationship will never be better.
   "And as the price of 'fighting back', I was sent to the Temple of the Sunset."
   "Nominally it is ritual education and religious edification, but it's not," Shiley sarcastically, "is to exorcise evil spirits."
   Thales raised his head in surprise:
   "Exorcism?"
"Yes, to drive the 'demon' away from me," Sheila sneered, "whether it's the extra four fingers and toes, or the manic, manic screaming that beat my twin sisters up when I was eight years old. Bad, dark and narrow character."
   Drive away demons.
   "I..." Thales hesitated, not knowing what to say.
   But Shi Lai just shook his head and continued to sneer:
"And one of the ways to exorcise evil...you know, the priests believe that fire is the embers of the sun, and it is one of the graces of the setting sun goddess in this world, so it is against demons and sorcery, against unclean things. Does it work wonders?"
   "Know a little, 'appear in fire, disillusioned before God'," Thales thought of something, his face changed suddenly, "Wait, flame? Exorcism? You?"
   Sheila laughed miserably.
   "Yes," she gently peeled off the glove that reached her forearm, exposing the skin on her wrist, "flame, and it's the silver holy fire that has been prayed for."
   Thales stared blankly at the skin on Xilai's wrist: uneven, different shades, and an ugly crimson.
"After a period of upbringing, they, um, the priests of the Temple of the Sunset are finally determined," Sheila pulled on her gloves and said in a terribly calm tone, "Maybe, maybe it's not the devil, of course, it's also possible that the devil is hiding too deep. ."
   The round-faced girl snorted softly, she turned to Thales, and smiled brightly:
   "I won't be able to cure it."
  Flame.
   exorcism.
  It can't be cured...
   Thales listened to these words, but his chest was silent.
   "When you were sent... how old were you?"
   "Eight years old," Sheila said without changing his face, as if telling someone else's story, "Just learned to tie a crony."
   Eight years old.
   Thales felt a pain in his heart.
   "But, but your father is the Duke of Southbank..."
   "So he has to convince the crowd," Xilai said with a gloomy expression, "For the family, for the Emerald City."
   For the family, for the Emerald City.
   Even if that is... his own daughter.
   Thales only felt that his chest was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.
   After a few seconds, Thales let out a sigh of relief.
   "You know, when my uncle was alive, he could only use a wheelchair," he no longer pretended to be relaxed, but said lightly, "Someone tried to cure him in the past, but he said..."
   Thales' eyes focused:
   "Even without legs, he can stand up and be a complete person."
  Xilei was silent for a while: "Your uncle, sounds like a very powerful person."
   "I don't know, I haven't seen him."
   "But you, Cecilia Kevin Deere," Thales whispered, "Even if you have a few more fingers, you can stand up and continue 'Wyana''s mischievous prank? Right?"
   Sheila was silent.
   Thales took a deep breath:
   "Hey, listen, they can't cure you because—"
   The girl interrupted him suddenly, her tone indifferent and indignant:
   "Because I'm not sick at all, I don't need treatment?"
   She sneered: "Please, I have heard hundreds of such comforting clichés since I was a child—"
   "No, they can't cure you," Thales denied, "it's because 'them', 'they' can't cure you."
   "And you can? Great Doctor Thales?" Sheila sneered.
   Thales looked at her silently and shook his head gently.
   "Instead of usual, I might say something comforting: Whatever fate gives us, it's its gift to us."
   Thales raised his head and looked at the streets of Emerald City full of downtown atmosphere.
   "But I figured it out later," he said dazedly, "perhaps, maybe they weren't all gifts."
  Xile was a little surprised.
   "That's right," she came back to her senses, looking at her hands with a sad face, "It's not all gifts."
   Thales took a deep breath.
   "But they belong to us, and only to us," "It has nothing to do with 'them', not with others."
   At that moment, Thales' eyes were firm:
   "Only for us."
   Xilai looked at him faintly, but did not speak.
   The next second, Thales followed the road in his memory, turned a corner, and stopped.
   They are here.
   In the alley ahead of them, their target, Slimani, left them with a clumsy back.
   The defender was leaning against the wall at the moment, limping forward.
   The time is just right.
   Thales raised the corners of his mouth, looked at Shi Lai, and nodded.
   But just before Thales was about to speak, another voice sounded from the other side - in front of Slimani:
   "Slimani, Great Advocate, right? Let's have a good meal."
   Thales' complexion changed, and he quickly grabbed Shi Lai and hid in the junk pile beside him.
   "You, you..."
  Slimani's tone was initially apprehensive, but he quickly calmed down:
"Is it right to ask for money? Ah, I know, according to the laws of the Emerald City, you are neither robbery nor extortion, you are just, um, just charging 'tolls', I know, this piece belongs to Sanga detonator, and I know the rules, Here's to..."
   "It has nothing to do with money, and it has nothing to do with the Blood Bottle Gang," but the stopper disappointed him. "It's only about you, Mr. Slimani."
   Thales frowned and instantly entered the senses of hell:
  Three men in front of Srimani, all armed and...with the power of the end.
   Maybe the end swordsman.
   "Unregistered military swords are not allowed in Emerald City... You, who are you?" Srimani tried his best to maintain his composure.
   Military sword.
   Thales and Hillary looked at each other.
Oops.
   It seems that the visitor is not good.
   "I heard that you went to the shaver shop and inquired about something that shouldn't be inquired," the swordsman blocking the road sneered, "Now, defender, can you please come with me?"
   "I, I, I..."
Slimani realized something, and he quickly pulled out the amulet: "In fact, I still have a case to deal with, the Vigilance Hall and the Judgment Hall, uh, especially the Grand Inquisitor Brennan will wait for my reply within today. letter……"
   "About the dead wool merchant, right?" Another swordsman interrupted him coldly.
   Diop, the wool merchant.
   Thales frowned.
  Looks like...the right person.
   "Don't worry, sir," the first swordsman chuckled, "whether it's the Guard Hall or the Judgment Hall, they can wait."
  Slimani came back to his senses, trembling and pointing at the swordsmen in front of him:
   "You, you..."
   "As for Inquisitor Brennan, well, don't worry, we can help you speak to him."
The leading swordsman    is very confident:
   "Whether it's your reply letter, or a long-term leave slip."
  Long-term leave slips…
  Slimani's face turned pale.
   "He, he can't, he can't...I don't, I don't!"
   The leading swordsman sneered:
"there is nothing?"
  Slimani turned to run away, but he forgot he had just broken his leg and fell to the ground with a thud.
   "I didn't do it," the defender burst into tears, crawling on the ground in fear, "I don't dare to do something that is sorry for the Iris family! The Duke can't do this to me!"
  The swordsmen smiled at each other and slowly approached Srimani.
   "Of course, defender, you didn't feel sorry for Iris."
   Srimani's eyes widened:
   "No, please, please, I didn't know it intentionally, I just accidentally..."
The swordsman headed by    looked indifferent, revealing his hilt:
   "Unfortunately, neither do we."
   In the dark alley, Hillary cast an inquiring look at Thales.
   "They want to silence, what should we do?" The eldest lady whispered in his ear.
   Thales nodded.
   "That's your brother's man, you hide and take him away when you see the opportunity, the rest..."
   Sheila raised her eyebrows.
  The swordsmen are getting closer and closer to Srimani.
   Damn.
The    prince sighed.
  Why is the Star Lake Guard not around every time this kind of thing happens?
   Thales touched the JC dagger behind him, feeling its cold and hard material, and a familiar feeling of strangeness surged in his heart.
  The dagger is unsheathed, and the blade is cold.
   Long time no see, old friend.
do you miss me?
   The next moment, the sin of Hell River burned happily, bringing endless scorching heat and pain.
   (end of this chapter)