"It's all ...... Brotherhood people?"

They turned a street corner, and Cohen looked at both sides of the street in confusion:

"All over the street?"

Morris laughed but said nothing.

"Of course not. ”

Tails quickened his pace, walked over to them and said coldly:

"If that had happened, the Brotherhood would have been wiped out long ago. ”

At that moment, Tails and Morris's eyes met in the air, the former cold, the latter laughing, and began a game that only each other knew.

But Tails' tone immediately changed:

"But there's no doubt that when we appear in the eyes of these people, we're already being targeted by the Brotherhood. ”

Cohen frowned, and Glovo subconsciously pressed his hand to his weapon, vigilantly observing every passerby on the street.

"Exactly," laughed Maurice:

"From the first floor tile you set foot on the lower city, the craftsmen and shops, street vendors, and merchants along the way have long seen you clearly. ”

Cohen raised his head and snorted fiercely:

"Bah, who doesn't know, the shops on this street have to pay protection money to the Brotherhood, and they are all under your threat......"

But this time it was Tails who interrupted him.

"But he is not wrong," the prince said, looking outside a shop, a few day laborers sweating profusely doing the hard work of unloading goods, "these people are indeed members of the Brotherhood. ”

Cohen was puzzled.

One moment it's not a fraternity, the next it's a fraternity......

Is it a fraternity or not?

Morris, however, thoughtfully said:

"Oh, Your Highness, do you know?"

"I don't know," Tails said,

"All I know is that you want to take this opportunity to flex your muscles to me and show me what the Brotherhood is all about. ”

Morris, who was called out of his mind, turned his head in a sneer.

"Mr. Vigilant, and this ...... You're all from extraordinary backgrounds, and you must have known and seen the Blood Vials. ”

Morris adjusted his mood and chuckled, showing contempt and disdain:

"They have been around for a hundred years, and they are 'gangster aristocrats' with a long history and complex background, with a deep and solid chain of interests behind them, and most of the members are scum who are black and white in one hand, wandering in the gray area. ”

Glovor's gaze fell on him.

"But......" Morris changed his words meaningfully:

"Although you think of it as the same 'business,' the Brotherhood is a very different thing as their sworn enemy. ”

At this moment, Tails saw a shop in front of him, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes and slow down.

"Different?" Cohen shook his head disdainfully:

"You mean, although they are both scumbags, they are old scumbags, and you are villains?"

Leyok behind him snorted coldly.

"This is your bar?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Tails stood still, looking across the street at a tavern: in the storefront, a man with a fierce face was lying unhappily behind the bar, poking a knife at the counter for a while.

Cohen and Glover looked up at the rusty, old iron sign on top of the tavern:

[The sunset bless you.] 】

It looks like it was torn down from some country church in the Temple of the Sunset.

Tails looked faintly at the familiar table and chair storefront in front of him, recalling the countless years he had walked through it:

"The bartender, he looks fierce. ”

Morris whistled from afar, and the fierce-looking bartender saw them, and immediately drew his knife in surprise, looking like "do you want to fight", but Morris immediately made a gesture to press down.

Leyoke walked into the bar, patted the vicious bartender on the shoulder, and struck up a conversation with him, eventually calming him back in his disappointed expression.

"That's the Sunset Bar. ”

"It's been a few months since Kerensky took over — his ex was brain-struck, in a bar brawl. ”

Morris looked at Kerensky's unapproachable face, looked at the deserted scene of the sunset bar again, and sighed:

"You can probably tell that he's not good at it. ”

Tails nodded slightly, and there was melancholy in his words that only he could understand:

"It's probably not easy to be a bartender here. ”

Changed.

The old man behind the bar is gone.

Tails shook his head and turned to leave.

"This bar, it used to be owned by an old friend," Morris snorted helplessly, following the pace of the prince:

"I have to say that after they moved away, there weren't many people in the fraternity who knew how to run a bar and could hold the scene. ”

"Your old friend must be amazing. Tails said genuinely.

Hearing this, Morris hummed in a complicated mood:

"At least, no one dared to fight here while they were still around. ”

"yes, who doesn't know, this is the Brotherhood's own 'Green Zone,'" Cohen snorted angrily with unquenched anger:

"Who else dares to fight here?"

Morris glanced at him.

"Mr. Vigilant, since you said that this is your jurisdiction, do you really know about this place?"

Cohen was about to speak, but Morris held up his finger and interrupted him:

"Or do you just catch thieves and punish hawkers, keep an eye on breaking the law, but never go deep into their communities, their families, their trivial daily lives, and see what kind of life they live when they don't go out to the streets?"

Cohen paused.

But he quickly responded, unconvinced:

"I know that Downtown is a gathering place for immigrants and the poor, and it is very poor here......"

"Poverty?"

Morris suddenly raised his voice, looking amused: "Poverty!"

The fat man's eyes changed suddenly:

"But what is poverty in your eyes, Mr. Vigilant?"

"Is it the imagination of the aristocracy who can't eat meat in a meal and doesn't have new clothes for the New Year's holidays? Or is it the kind of 'poverty that is going to starve to death tomorrow' that the dignitaries and nobles like to find them for charity and donations, and it seems miserable but not realistic at all?"

Cohen's brow twitched, pondering the words of the fraternity boss.

"No, Greenskin," said Morris unceremoniously, forgetting even the use of street slang in the presence of the prince:

"Real poverty is not so stereotyped and not so tragic in between. ”

Tails' mind moved.

In fact, real poverty is numbness, patience, getting by, no future, living in poverty but living hard, living in pain but not committing suicide. ”

Morris said with emotion:

"This kind of poverty is the plague that can really drive people crazy, it is highly toxic, it can be contagious, it will continue, but it is not fatal, it seems mild. ”

Cohen tried to think hard, but to no avail:

"I don't understand. ”

Morris sneered.

"Well, you are of noble birth and a vigilant officer, and it is convenient to do things with fine clothes and food, it may be difficult to imagine......"

"But there were some wretched men who, after one day of work, exhausted all that they had, and got twenty brass, according to their work. ”

He turned his tone:

"However, in the half day after he got off work, in order to satisfy his hunger and feed his family, he had to use them all up, and there was no one or one or two left......

So the next day he had to go and exhaust his labor for the other twenty coppers, which were destined to be spent again. ”

Gloufo and Cohen frowned at the same time.

"Yes, he won't starve," said Morris, grimacing his face as he walked down the low, tattered steps:

"But it must be repeated forever to keep 'not starving.' ”

"For example, the poor driver who lost his gambling just now. ”

"Do you think he's going to borrow money to gamble? Do you think he's fine if you keep him from falling for the loan scam?"

Cohen's eyes changed, and he looked up suddenly.

"Poverty is not a sharp severed head, Vigilant Officer. ”

"Rather, it's a slowly tightened twisted rope, a grinding disc that rolls patiently. ”

Hearing this, Tails sighed silently.

At this time, Morris is slow and logical, like a teacher who tells the philosophical story:

"It gives you a little hope to live, but it doesn't let you enjoy the joy of life, so that it can continue to exploit your life. ”

"It pushes you to the brink of death, but just doesn't die, so that you squeeze everything out of your numbness day after day. ”

Morris breathed deeply, as if to feel the sweetness of this breath of air:

"It's called survival — the long death. ”

With his hands behind his back, Maurice unconsciously walked to the front of the crowd, looking at the stinking tannery wafting in the distance, and the hard-working workers inside.

"In the towns and in the countryside, there are always those who are the darkest and lowest stratum struggling to make ends meet, but are often ignored by the kingdom: outsiders who go to the city to seek a living, farmers who have lost their land, merchants who are bankrupt and in debt, disabled people who have lost their labor, craftsmen who have been eliminated by the market, poor people who have no family walls, beggars who have no dignity, old people who have no offspring, widows and orphans who have lost their pillars, bad men who only know how to swing their fists after being discharged from the army, and undignified people who are forced to sacrifice their bottom line and sell their dignity but are still discriminated against and bullied......"

"They're all poor hosts, and they're all over the border, far more than you might think—the lower part of the iceberg is just the tip of the iceberg, and it's still the better kind. ”

Cohen struggled to loosen his clenched fist a little:

"I know, but this can't be ......"

But Morris ignored him:

"They often can't speak up, or they don't pay attention or even go unseen when they do — even if it's a conscientious, kind-hearted vigilante like you. ”

"In the official reports of the prosperity of the peaceful and prosperous times, in the passionate and magnificent historical narratives, in the eyes of the majority of the well-fed and well-fed and happy people, they do not even exist at all—or the purpose of their existence is to prove the compassion and morality of others, and to bring the latter right, hypocritical, and cheap self-satisfaction. ”

Morris's tone tightened, sounding extremely cold:

"They are excluded from the discourse, unable to comprehend and have no energy to feel what it means to be a pursuit and desire, an ideal and an ambition, dignity and responsibility—something that can only be seen in bards and stage plays......"

His expression suddenly became hideous:

"In this case, if one seeks not to change, the person will slowly deteriorate and become an artifact, or an animal. ”

"In the face of a difficult life, a harsh environment, a desperate future, an unjust reality, a domineering public power, and the most urgent need for survival, they must find a way, they must have some sustenance, and they must grasp the last straw ......"

Morris's eyes drifted to the sky, through the thick clouds, and then back to the ground, to the chaotic underground streets:

So one day, a certain opportunity, a certain moment, 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 neighbors looking out for each other, maybe it's the poor people in the same industry having a meal together, maybe it's the gangsters from a hard background who are emboldened – even if sometimes it's not so legal. ”

Tails silently watched the dozen thugs brawling on a street corner.

But this time, Cohen just looked at them in a daze, and no longer had the intention of stepping forward.

And the original purpose of their huddle for warmth was just to live a less miserable life. ”

"The crime you abhor – or rather, acts contrary to the prevailing law – is only a necessary but secondary by-product of it. ”

Morris, too, watched the brawl on this street corner, and shook his head at Lejoke, who asked him with his gaze:

"So we came up - the Brotherhood of the Black Streets, as part of the once, countless low-level gangs. ”

At that moment, his gaze was ethereal and deep:

"I don't know when or how, the moment we appeared, we were deeply rooted in the community of the people at the bottom, born out of chaos and dependent on chaos. ”

At that moment, a stone suddenly flew up and struck one of the thugs in the forehead, causing him to bleed profusely.

The brawling thugs were startled and subconsciously stopped.

Everyone looked back: Tails stood up and patted his dusty hands.

"You were indeed born out of chaos," Tails said coldly.

But it also feeds back the chaos. ”

The thugs reacted and rushed over with a shout.

Morris sighed and waved his hand, and Leyoke stepped forward with a gloomy 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 be directly involved in our 'gray' activities. Morris shrugged.

Tails laughed:

"You mean crime. ”

Maurice nodded:

"But they never hesitated to give convenience and acquiescence to the Brotherhood, such as ventilating the news, standing guard, occasionally running errands, providing logistics, and even relying on the economic prosperity brought about by our 'big business' to supplement the family. ”

"Their lives are linked to our activities. ”

On the other side, Lejok was finally identified by the thugs after taking down the third man, who scattered in panic without daring to look back.

Cohen stood in silence, watching the men disappear into the alley.

"Over time, habits became natural, repetition became rules, and the Brotherhood of the Streets was no longer just a mutual aid organization, nor was it just a violent gang. ”

Morris snorted, spreading his arms as if to embrace the dilapidated neighborhood in front of him:

It has become the backbone of these communities, the symbiotic backbone of the lower-class people, and an important driving force for the operation of the low-level communities to maintain ecological operation. ”

He glanced at Cohen, intentionally or unconsciously:

"This is much more effective and practical than the guard hall that does not see you once in ten days and half a month, than the patrol that is about to knock the bone and suck the marrow when it comes, than the low-level officials who are inefficient and lazy, than the 'relevant departments' that only appear when the city is inspected and the performance of the government is dealt with, than the king's warrant that always exists only on the bulletin board and is treated the same as the syphilis treatment advertisement, and than the charity citizens who are full of enthusiasm and morality but have never set foot in this place in person, full of sympathy but far away and only know how to move themselves. ”

"They evolved their own rules, the underlying ecology. ”

"'The copper coin is louder than the king, and the wine glass is longer and heavier,'" said Morris, looking at Tails, and exclaimed:

"No offense, but it's an old saying from the scum **s at Camp Bladefang. ”

Tails didn't answer.

But Cohen slowly looked up, his eyes confused.

Gallover had to pull him so that the officer would not lose his nerve and step on the air.

"I went to fight in the Western Wilderness," the zombie snorted as he looked at Cohen's distraction:

"I've never heard of such a bullshit 'old story'. ”

Morris disagreed, waving his hand and chuckling.

"Then you're either young......"

"Either there's too much earwax ......"

He laughed, and a chill appeared in his eyes:

"Plugged ears. ”

Glovo was speechless for a moment.

"So, yes, most of the people here may be poor, they may be treacherous, they may be annoying, but most of them have not actually gone with the Brotherhood of the Streets to collect debts, to walk through goods, to steal, to fight, to kill, to commit crimes. ”

"But they have all more or less facilitated the Brotherhood, and have benefited more or less from its existence—even though these 'interests' are something you hate. ”

Maurice sneered:

"These 'Brotherhood people' may not be directly employed by our core Big Six, they are not the purest and most formal gang members, and they have not even done any 'business business', but many times, whether they are themselves or outsiders, there is no need to distinguish them. ”

"Because we are who we are, they are also naturally close to us. ”

"We can be them at any time, and they can be us at any time. ”

At that second, Morris gritted his teeth fiercely, stood on the street that belonged to him, and clenched his fists lightly:

"They are not a brotherhood, but they are more like a brotherhood. ”

"Mr. Vigilante, tell me, how are we going to 'die'?"

"Are you going to send all the people in this neighborhood, from the young and the able-bodied to the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, to prison as accomplices of the Brotherhood?"

Cohen was shaken, as if he had been hit hard.

Morris rolled his gaze to the thoughtless Tails and smiled.

"This is the root, the soil, and the essence of the Black Street Brotherhood, Your Highness. ”

"Black silk in a row," said Morris's eyes:

"We're all brothers. ”

Lejok grinned and clasped his arm, intentionally or not, letting the black ribbon on his left arm flutter in the wind.

The black silk series is all brothers.

It wasn't the first time Tails had heard the fraternity proverb, but his brow was getting tighter.

"Hmph," Gloover retorted disdainfully:

"You are nothing but a rabble, worthless. ”

"Even the most loose lord levies can beat you to the brim. ”

Morris looked at the tall figure, and at first glance it was Glofo, who was born in the military.

"Yes, many people may think that the Brotherhood, a rabble of good and bad, compared to the kingdom's army and violence, is just an out-and-out weakling, not an opponent at all, and will be wiped out at any time because of a word from a nobleman. ”

Morris's eyes changed, looking at the scene of the underground street, revealing ruthlessness:

"But don't forget ......"

"Unlike the large bureaucrats and armies, we, including the people at the bottom, who are inseparable from us, are timid and weak, full of street wisdom and cunning of the bottom, both inconspicuous and slippery, ready to avoid the edge in direct confrontation and break into pieces. ”

"Even the local guard halls and patrols are often overstretched and powerless when facing us, let alone the army prepared for the huge battlefield, like a wide and thick broom, there are always corners that cannot be swept. ”

"That's the true strength of the Brotherhood. ”

"This is also the root cause of our birth in the void, weak, isolated, and scattered, but in the face of behemoths like the Blood Vials and even the Kingdom Officials, we are always powerless to resist and be destroyed, but we can always resurrect and make a comeback. ”

"Mr. Vigilant, and this ...... Big brother who has been fighting, do you understand?"

At that moment, Cohen's face was hesitant, and Gloover was still unconvinced.

But none of them could speak.

As for Tails, he just walked down the street step by step, quietly and calmly.

"Then again," the boy sighed, and suddenly spoke:

"Do you know Araka Mu?"

Morris frowned.

"Kingdom Wrath is famous, Your Highness," the fat man shook his head:

"But even if you're as strong as him, you can't do what we can do for you. ”

This sounds familiar......

Tails smiled.

That's right.

The chisel of the Shadow Shield, he seems to have said something similar?

"I remember," said the man who answered, Corofer, with admiration in his eyes:

"In the Battle of the Altar, Baron Mu was the vanguard, and his Fury Guard collided directly with the blocking array composed of the three orc elites, bravely and fearlessly, regardless of casualties, but successfully broke the formation, opening the door for a decisive blow for the cavalry troops of the Wings of Legend and His Majesty's main army. ”

"It shocked all the friendly forces present - whether mercenaries, levies, or royal standing armies. ”

It also laid the foundation for the final victory of the desert war. ”

Morris and Lejoke looked tight.

Tails' thoughts drifted away, returning to the Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Araca Mu, that's not a man," Cohen said quietly.

"It's a broken soul that is missing a corner, no longer complete. ”

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him, Cohen came back to his senses, shook his head and said:

"It's not me, it's my old man. ”

Tails nodded, remembering that six years ago, Kingdom Fury carried itself on his back and was unstoppable in the Black Sand Army.

But what he wanted to say was not the bravery of the other party.

"Mu told me that he wasn't the wrath of the kingdom," Tails lamented.

"The guards on his side are. ”

"All of them. ”

The others were stunned.

"Again," Tails said, turning his head, "the immortal, the mysterious Black Sword, he may be the leader and spiritual symbol of the Brotherhood. ”

Morris's face changed.

"But he's not the Brotherhood itself. ”

Tails pouted at the street scene of the underground mall, and said affirmatively:

"These people, and the lives, backgrounds, and experiences they represent, all add to everything and make up for what is truly a Brotherhood of the Streets. ”

"And the Brotherhood is a symbol of their rebellion in the midst of numbness and poverty. ”

Tails nodded and said with emotion:

"It's a weapon for the weak. ”

Morris was a little surprised, but he quickly adjusted and smiled.

"Your Highness, you are a person who understands!"

"So, Mr. Vigilant, in this city, you and the Guard Hall you represent, and the kingdom itself......"

Maurice spoke to Cohen, but looked at the prince, as if waiting for his response.

"You're not fighting gangsters, it's not crime, it's not even evil," the fat man sneered.

"It's poverty, it's injustice, it's indifference, it's despair, it's the self-sufficiency and complacency of one group of people that leads to the inadequacy and dissatisfaction of another, it's the shadow of the overabundance of light. ”

"You represent the power of this country, stand in the position of the strong, and face the resistance of the weak. ”

Cohen looked up and looked at him blankly:

"You're saying I'm enforcing the law in Downtown, and I'm fighting against ...... The weak?"

"Don't let him fool you. The boy's words rang out, pulling Cohen back from his sink.

Tails' words were calm and powerful:

"That's right, the Black Street Brotherhood, perhaps the weaklings at the bottom, inadvertently picked up a weapon. ”

"But on the contrary, Cohen, you're not fighting against the weak. ”

Out of trust in the prince in the past, Cohen seemed to grasp the straw of drowning, and his eyes lit up, and he looked at Tails hopefully.

But Tails's words are heavier than Morris's:

"It's something deeper, deeper, something more terrifying. ”

As soon as these words came out, even Morris frowned.

I saw Tails take a deep breath:

"You are going to fight against the side of the strong from which you are born, and against the unjust oppression of the weak for so long. ”

Cohen froze.

Even Gloufo began to think deeply.

"The low-level crimes you punish every day on the streets, the chaos you feel, the dark pain you witness, are just one of the consequences of these oppressions and injustices – whether we want them or not. ”

"You drew your sword," Tails said softly.

"Fight against the wounds it cuts. ”

"In this world, there is no more uncomfortable, but also more precious confrontation. ”

Cohen stared at Tails in a daze, his thoughts confused.

"Hmm," Morris rolled his eyes:

"Your Highness speaks more than I do. ”

"But, to borrow a phrase that ends in Tari. ”

Morris gave a sly look:

"How are you going to use your strength to fight against it?"

"You can only embrace power. ”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and even Tails frowned.

"I don't ...... Got it. ”

After painful thoughts, Cohen gritted his teeth and shook his head:

"There are no such words in the end tower. ”

Morris snorted.

"Yes," the fat man said at a length, with deep meaning:

"There is nothing in the tower. ”

At this moment, Tails suddenly asked:

"Who are you, Maurice?"

The fat boss of the fraternity was stunned and smiled:

"Your nobleman is forgetful, Your Highness, my man Maurice, a thug in the Brotherhood. ”

Tails snorted coldly.

"No, I'm asking," the prince stared at Maurice coldly, his eyes like lightning:

"Who the hell are you. ”

Morris's smile froze for a moment.

"A thug would never say such a thing. ”

"You've flexed your muscles," Tails said in a deep voice.

"Why don't you show your real body?"

At this moment, Morris's smile completely disappeared.

Tails' expression remained unchanged, just looking at him deeply.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Glovo and Leyok subconsciously pressed their hands on their weapons and exchanged hostile glances with each other.

But Morris just laughed softly.

He sighed and looked up at the sky.

"Maurice Ishka. ”

The fat man's tone was full of sarcasm and hatred.

Ishka?

Tails frowned: he hadn't heard the last name in the prince's lessons.

"I remember you saying that you don't have a surname. ”

Morris lowered his head, nodded, and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Not now. ”

"I'm from the Land of Dragon's Kiss, born in the city of Long Yin," Morris stared blankly:

"Beginning with my great-grandfather, the family has been the private treasurer of the Grand Duke of Changyin Castle for generations. ”

From the Land of Dragon's Kiss, born in the city of Changyin.

Tails' expression changed.

"I see. ”

"You are from the Principality of Anrenzo, and your background is not low. ”

And......

It is indeed the keeper of the accounts.

But Tails immediately asked:

"Then how did you end up ......?"

Before he could finish asking, Morris interrupted him and replied very dryly:

"A few decades ago, the Duchy of Anrenzo broke out in the 'Merge Rebellion'. ”

Maurice laughed:

"It's a political game of the superior people, in short, a mess. ”

"In the end, the incompetent Grand Duke Cid pushed our family out as a scapegoat to appease the anger of his princes. ”

Tails sensed Morris's emotions and did not continue to speak.

Glouover and Cohen looked at each other, and even Lejock looked a little surprised.

Morris sighed:

"You know, I was a kid when the rope was around my neck. ”

He touched his fat neck, which he could barely see the shape:

"At that time, my mother was hanging on my left, and I remember that her rope was dangling for a long time......"

Tails frowned.

Outside the gallows, the prisoner's face was expressionless, like a stone sculpture, and the spectators were incomparably fanatical, like the tide of the endless sea. ”

"I wasn't very sensible then, and when I was hanged, I was just thinking," Maurice looked at the street with distraction:

"It's so uncomfortable. ”

"Sunset and bright moon bless, if only it could give me a breath of air. ”

He said quietly:

"One bite, just one bite, makes me less painful, less want to die......"

The atmosphere was dreary, and everyone was silent.

Only Morris's voice rang out, telling of the past:

"I'm willing to give anything for that breath of air. ”

Maurice's eyes went blank:

"Anything willing. ”

The silence lasted for a while, knowing that Morris had come to his senses from the memory.

"So, when I woke up in the hill of corpses, I understood one thing. ”

The Brotherhood Boss took a deep breath and felt the freedom to breathe with great preciousness:

"The world is not fair, Your Highness. ”

Morris's hand left his neck, and he showed the ruthlessness of a boss:

"Even the air you breathe. ”

"You have to fight with your life. ”

"Just from those...... In the mouth of a person who can breathe freely. ”

Tails didn't speak.

"I have other things to do, Your Highness," said Morris, whose mood changed visibly, as he turned his head, "forgive me for missing me—Leyoke will entertain you for the rest of your sightseeing." ”

As soon as these words came out, when everyone was still surprised, the fat man turned into another street corner without looking back and disappeared in front of him.

Leaving Tails and the others behind, they silently stopped in place.

"So, that's my boss. ”

Lejoke came back to his senses from the life experience of the talented Morris and regained his gloomy look:

"Where are you going next?"

Crofo and Cohen looked at each other.

"Actually," Tails snorted, looking at where Morris's back had disappeared, and snorted coldly:

"I was almost extorted by a little girl who was begging for my wallet...... It's very unpleasant now. ”

Leyoke was stunned.

Gloover and Cohen were equally stunned.

I saw Tails turn his head and say solemnly:

"So, in the lower city, where do these little begging guys stay the most?"

The other side of the street.

Unhappy-looking, Morris hurried around a street corner to meet another man in a cloak.

If Tails had been here, he might have recognized it as the Brotherhood man who had whispered in the latter's ear when he met Maurice.

"Lancer," Morris said by name, not interested:

"How?"

The man in the cloak, the intelligence chief of the Brotherhood, Lancer "Sleepless Eyes" Kirbiang lowered his hood, his face full of tiredness and haggardness.

"Prince Tails was assassinated at the banquet last night," Lancer said lightly:

"There are many rumors, but because the assassin is from the Western Wilderness, the spearhead of the rumors is pointed at the princes of the Western Wilderness, saying that they have bad intentions. ”

Morris frowned:

"Really?"

Lancer snorted coldly: "Anyway, that's how the secret science is transmitted. ”

"What else?"

"The Prince's mansion has just been seized by the royal guards and the town hall, saying that they want to ask for clues about the assassins. ”

"So, he's not in the same league as your boss?"

"It's the former boss! I'm not sure. But I know that an old friend has returned to the Secret Branch, who was formerly the head of the Western Wilderness Branch—and that something may indeed be going to happen to the Western Wilderness. ”

Morris did not speak, just fell into deep thought.

Eventually, it was Lancer who broke the silence.

"Compared to the previous one, how is this bright star?"

"I don't know," said Morris, shaking his head, a subtle bewilderment on his face:

"It's a bit similar, but it's different - let's look at the attitude of the black sword. ”

Lancer was not satisfied:

"You've been talking to him for most of the day, and that's it?"

"Hey, why don't you go talk to him yourself?"

Morris retorted dissatisfied:

"Do you know that kid is very slippery, treacherous, and hides every word in depth, and has sinister intentions?"

"That's why I want you to go," Lancer felt unashamed:

"You're that kind of person yourself, and you're most familiar with it. ”

Morris was in a state of rage.

But his complexion soon changed slightly.

"I remember, a few years ago, you asked me for someone, didn't you?"

Lancer narrowed his eyes, "Who?"

"Six years ago," Morris scratched his chin earnestly, "the day of the One Night War." ”

Lancer's eyes rolled, and then he found the corresponding memory:

"Yes, a little accountant, he used to be the one who managed the ruined house, he had good talents, and he was not small, and he killed his boss for this, that waste Quaid ......"

"But I sent the royal capital, you know, Roda definitely doesn't want to kill his son's people dangling in front of him all day long......"

Morris interrupted him:

"Write him a letter and look for a list of past beggars. ”

Lancer frowned:

"What's wrong?"

Morris exhaled and kicked the broken wall at the entrance of the alley, sending a flurry of stones down.

"Remember, Lancer, when we first came to Downtown, we had enough to endure in this labyrinthine of rotten streets—Anton would go astray as long as he walked fifty meters and would not find his way back to the Black Street. ”

Lancer didn't speak.

He knew that Morris had a follow-up.

Morris narrowed his eyes:

"Do you remember, in order to get the city as quickly as possible, who did we first look for as a guide?"

"Beggar. ”

Lancer replied without hesitation: "We bought the beggars. ”

"They are the most inconspicuous, and they have been walking the streets since childhood, and they are most familiar with the roads here. ”

Morris's gaze was fixed on the base of the wall.

"Yes," the fat man repeated the other's words, pondering:

"They're inconspicuous, and they've grown up walking the streets. ”

"I'm most familiar with this place. ”

Lancer figured something out and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"So I have a little guess. ”

Morris raised his head and looked at the incomparably complex streets of the lower town, with a deep expression:

"I want to verify. ”