"You mean, Constance Bright Star, my little aunt?"

Tails subconsciously repeated:

Constance.

Scourge.

Runaway.

And also......

"The Tenth Giant?"

"Uh-huh," said Morris, smiling knowingly, then sullenly:

"I remember the day we finally returned to the realm of the stars after all our hardships, and the little scourge suggested that we should get drunk as a farewell, so we slipped into the cellar of a certain big dog family, and drank and cried and laughed until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, after we sobered up, we found that the 'wine cellar' full of wine she found was actually the material warehouse of the Gonghai City General Alert Hall. ”

Tails raised his eyebrows, remembering what Aunt Elise had told him about Constance's "glorious" past, and said tentatively:

"I've heard that she's 'lively'?"

"Lively?"

Maurice recalled the past and sighed helplessly:

"Black Sword said that the goddess of the sunset probably caught a cold when she created Constance, and accidentally dropped her soul into the prison river and soaked it, so she could only pretend that nothing happened, and quickly fished it out when the god was not paying attention, and stuffed it indiscriminately......"

"For her and the misfortunes she went down the way......"

Morris's expression was a mixture of sweetness and bitterness.

But he shook his head, decisively disconnected from the past, and became dignified again.

Tails listened to the other party's words, and couldn't help but wonder, and began to imagine his notoriously unreliable aunt and the "Big Nine" wandering outside.

But at the thought of the cold little stone urn in the Bright Star Tomb, his smile disappeared.

"So this is your encounter with Horace. ”

Tails returned to the present and said:

"You don't seem to like him much?"

Hearing the name again, Morris's expression became less pretty.

"Nobody likes him. ”

The fat man of the Brotherhood snorted coldly:

"And vice versa. ”

Nobody likes Horace.

Seeing his perception of Horace, doubts welled up in Tails' mind.

"Then why do you have to work for him?"

The prince frowned and said:

"Risking your life for him and doing something rebellious?"

Maurice stared at him with a slight meaning.

The fat man snorted lightly, his face disdainful.

"We don't die for him. ”

He said coldly: "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, has no human perversion. ”

Cold-blooded butcher.

Tails became more and more puzzled:

"But—"

"We are willing to stick a knife in the side of the black sword, just as he is willing to go to the soup for us," the fat man interrupted him, as if he did not want to talk more:

"That's all. ”

Tails chewed on his words, sorting out the logic in them.

"You mean...... It was the Black Sword's decision to die for Horace," the prince narrowed, "and you are just ...... Help?"

Morris tugged at the corners of his mouth, noncommittal.

"I remember, you said that Black Sword and Horace are old acquaintances?"

The boy looked up and regrouped his thoughts.

Black sword.

It seems that he is the key.

"What is the relationship between them? What does he owe Horace? Or what did Horace give to the Black Sword?"

"So much so that he was willing to die for the birth of the second prince, and he also brought you brothers in life and death as companions?"

Morris still didn't answer, just stared at him carefully.

After a few seconds, the fat man smiled softly, but the way he looked at Tails was getting more and more amused.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop?" Tails narrowed.

"Yes," Morris said with a sly laugh, repeating his words:

"Why did it stop?"

Tails' expression changed.

And the fat man's gaze was still locked on him.

"Okay. Tails snorted coldly, and said in his heart, this guy is really doing a good deal.

He began to miss the joy and cheerfulness of the Northlanders.

"Although the clues are messy and unrelated," said the prince solemnly:

"But as far as what I've seen and heard, what the Kingdom Secret Branch has been doing lately has generally converged in three directions. ”

Morris listened carefully.

"The most likely, and most urgently, is the Western Wilderness. ”

Tails couldn't help but feel heavy when he thought of Anke Al Barral.

"It's about the military system, the feuds of the aristocracy, the political history, and one bad thing is war and bloodshed—and it happens to be the birthplace and nest of the Blood Vials. ”

Morris frowned slightly, as if puzzled.

"The second is the South Shore Territory. ”

The prince said lightly:

"As far as I know, there is a thriving business and a prosperous life, if there is any place where the Kingdom Secret Department can use you and the Blood Vials...... You should be more familiar than I am. ”

Morris was thoughtful.

"Finally, there's the Blade Collar, but I don't know about it, I just know that it might have something to do with the local pattern of separation. ”

Tails kept his mouth shut.

Silence returned between the two.

"That's it?"

Slightly disappointed, Morris asked:

"Just three place names, three dukedoms, gone?"

Tails scoffed softly.

"That's a secret department, what, you want more?"

Morris struggled to digest the information, and his expression gradually changed:

"The West Wilderness, the South Shore, Blade, and us- are you kidding?"

Tails didn't mean to be polite to him in the slightest:

"Why, do you think a prince came to the infamous Lower Town to joke with a gang leader?"

"Who knows, maybe you're really, in order to flirt with women?"

Tails smiled politely but hypocritically.

Morris pondered for a moment, then looked up again.

"Well, let's say everything you say is true...... If there's such a big deal going on behind it, what can you expect us to do?"

"In other words, what can we street thugs do about the kingdom's major events, just lie down and let it go. ”

Tails was silent for a moment.

"Tell me, Maurice, back then, when you Big Nine took over that sky-high errand," said the prince lightly:

"Did you ever think that you would come into contact with the oldest royal family in the world?"

"Have you ever thought about where you are today?"

Morris's expression was slightly constricted, and his eyes were cloudy.

Tails sighed and took a deep breath.

He walked to the next shelf.

Strangely, although it was cramped and cramped, no brighter and more spacious than the Mindis Hall, and no more classical than the Fuxing Palace, Tails felt that he could breathe more easily than in the latter two.

But only one thing remains the same.

Chains.

"Boss Morris, this world is full of invisible chains that connect everyone, everything, and every factor. ”

Morris listened, but looked puzzled.

"But they don't simply follow each other, they don't simply connect end to end, they don't simply pull one end to the other. ”

"On the contrary, each chain is inlaid with each other, you have me, I have you, each pair of inlays has a different way, pushing and pulling, squeezing and rubbing, each node is unique, has its own laws, and never repeats. ”

Tails stared faintly at the gap between the shelves on both sides, imagining chains piercing from side to side, finally converging on his body, locking him firmly.

Kessel, Revival Palace, Gilbert, Imperial Council, Marios, Mindith Hall, Anke Biral, Royal Banquet, Raphael, Black Prophet, Kingdom Secrets......

This time, however, he felt that the chains were like substance, and they were tied around his body again and again.

The young man stretched out his hand slowly, as if he felt the coldness unique to that inch of metal.

"This is our world, where the interaction of actions at all levels forms the most complex and subtle mechanisms of influence – even two chains that seem the least likely to be connected can hide connections beyond imagination. ”

Tails stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and said in a trance:

"Pull one end, but it drives the rest, and then they pull it back and affect the original chain. ”

"Can you believe that sometimes, a bloody brawl between gangsters can affect the final ownership of a king's power. ”

Morris couldn't hear it.

With a slight tuck-in of his left hand, Tails pulled the scar on his palm, along with the imaginary chains, into his fist, and pressed it to his chest.

There, the burn scar under the clothing seemed to ache faintly.

Tails' eyes snapped.

"In the same way, the rise and fall of the two biggest gangs in the kingdom is actually the most interesting barometer. ”

Morris's expression changed.

"When there is something going on in the kingdom, it will be reflected in the livelihood of the people at the bottom, changes in iron smelting, mining, grain and agriculture, taxes, the price is high and low, the amount of stock, the increase or decrease of interests, and the quality of life: while the Blood Vial Gang is related to the interests of the great nobles and lords, and the Brotherhood is deeply rooted in the circle of the lower poor, and when the two are out of balance, it is time for the two of you to go to war or negotiate. ”

Morris fell into deep thought, his brow growing tighter.

A few seconds later.

"The kingdom?and us?"

The big man of the Brotherhood smirked, his eyes cold.

"Come on, you're just alarmist and deliberately exaggerating. ”

The fat man stared into Tails' eyes:

"From finance to the market, from budget to taxation, from administration to people's livelihood, do you know how many checkpoints you have to go through from top to bottom, from one end of the chain to the other? Do you think it's a marionette show, where the king's finger moves, and the street thugs start the film?"

Tails stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Well, you get it. ”

The prince looked at him as if he were all at it:

"At least better than Lancer's intelligence guy. ”

Morris's complexion became a little ugly.

"Well, I'll trust you," Tails turned around, playing with the cargo on the other side:

"I believe that it is because of the black sword that you will serve Horace,"

"But it still doesn't make sense, after Horace died and the bloody years passed, what left you in the royal capital, stepped into the quagmire of the lower city, and willingly turned into a low-level gangster, rooted and strong, and dedicated your life. ”

Morris solemnized.

But soon, the solemnity on his face turned to playfulness.

"The black sword has mentioned. ”

Tails frowned:

"What?"

There was a sly look in Morris's eyes.

"After returning from the Northlands, Blacksword told us," he said, surveying Tails' back, "perhaps one day, some little prince will come to the door and be interested in our relationship with the Scarlet Years." ”

"It looks like it's today. ”

Tails' expression changed, and he put down the goods in his hand.

Damn it.

It seems that it is not by chance that they recognize themselves.

Black Sword's connection with these people is closer than he imagined.

"Don't tell me that you formed the Brotherhood to avenge Horace?"

Tails ignored him, determined to keep the initiative in his hands.

"According to you, Horace's charisma should not be that great. ”

At this time, however, Morris walked to the window and sighed:

"Son, have you picked a bale of linen?"

Tails walked up to him, "What?"

"Of course you don't, pampered prince. ”

Morris raised his hands and looked at the rough and fat fingers, his eyes confused.

"And yet I did. ”

Tails tilted his head in confusion.

"You hold on to the roots, look at the head and tail, bundle by bundle, bundle by bundle, threshing, picking and grooming, stacking and stacking, step by step," the fat man looked out the window into the distance, meaningful: "At first, you thought that this work was very simple, very clear, and you could get out of it quickly. ”

"But you soon find out that from the first bundle of the first bundle, there is a flax that unexpectedly bounces up and back. ”

"You think it's just a small problem, but as the progress continues, pick a bunch, pop out a bunch, and more and more hemp bundles come out of control, tangled. ”

Morris's brow was tightly tangled:

"Over time, all the out-of-control bundles of flax will even become entangled with each other, entangled, and all the whole stack of flax bundles will be disrupted, and you will not find the head, the root, the hold, the shake, but you will not be able to break free and be unable to pull out. ”

"By the time you come back to your senses, even your own hands and feet have already been bound in them, and the more they are entangled, the tighter they become, and it is difficult to extricate themselves. ”

He said in a daze:

"In that moment, all the flax turned into a mess that you couldn't recognize, let alone unravel. ”

"And you're faced with a mess, but you're getting deeper and deeper, and there's nothing you can do. ”

Sinking deeper and deeper, unable to do anything.

Tails did not interrupt him, but instead the prince followed his gaze, looking thoughtfully out the window at the dirty streets.

"You're of noble birth, so you find the invisible chains tangled and troublesome?"

Morris clenched his fingers and sneered:

"Next time, try flax – feel the suffering of the people. ”

The two were silent for a while.

But Tails sensed what he had read.

"What about the others?"

Tails sighed:

"Aside from you and Black Sword, what about the rest of the Big Nine?"

Morris turned his head and looked at him coldly, but did not answer.

Looking at the other party's expressions, and remembering the confrontation between Ashda and the Black Sword, Tails suddenly knew the answer.

"What happened in the Year of Blood?" he asked softly.

Morris was silent for a moment and turned his head.

Somehow, looking at his expression, Tails suddenly remembered the people in the Prison of Bones.

This made him very happy.

"That's enough, let's go. He exhaled, ignored Maurice, walked out of the shelf, greeted the two of Glover, and headed for the store.

"May I ask this young master, where is your mansion?"

Grove suddenly walked out of the counter and approached Tails, only to be stopped by Croover.

I saw the boss rubbing his hands obediently, and his face was full of flattery: "I will hire a carriage to send the typhoid medicine you want......

Tails frowned.

"Deposited here," said the young man coldly.

"When I want to use it, I'll tell this good local friend to pick it up. ”

Tails glanced at Morris behind him.

Grove froze.

The fat man of the Brotherhood snorted coldly:

"Of course. ”

"Eh," Cohen said dissatisfiedly:

"How did you become good friends—"

"Goodbye, Yanny," Tails didn't look at the vigilante, but looked at the young proprietress with a complicated expression, "and ......"

The young man was silent for a moment, and said quietly:

"Thank you. ”

Yanni also looked at him silently and smiled.

"You're welcome," replied softly to the good maiden who was married:

"It should. ”

"Please take care, kind young master. ”

Her voice was gentle, and her eyes were calm.

Just like it was back then.

Tails glanced at Yanni one last time, and the emotions in her eyes rolled:

"Ah, you too. ”

Tails remembered something, waved his hand at Glove, casually pointed to Grove in front of the counter, and left the pharmacy.

The zombie was stunned for a moment, and reached for his waist, only to remember that his money bag had been generously thrown to Sissi at the Leia Clubhouse.

Crofo turned awkwardly to Cohen.

The vigilant officer was also stunned for a moment, stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself:

I?

Croover frowned and made a urging expression:

Or else?

Cohen pressed the same empty money bag on his waist, and remembered that he had deducted almost the bottom of his salary this month, and suddenly felt bitter in his heart.

"What," Killer Lejock appeared at the right time, snorting coldly at Cohen:

"Do the vigilance officers want to forcibly take credit and bully the market?"

Cohen froze for a moment.

Tails walked in front and didn't see it, but Morris behind him observed what he said and smiled heartily:

"It doesn't matter. ”

"The bill is for the fraternity. ”

The boss behind him, Grove, was stunned for a moment, then trembling and his expression was bitter.

Morris realized something and laughed:

"Don't be nervous, old man, it's not that kind of 'checkout', this time we're paying for real, well, paying for real money. ”

Grove smiled ugly.

Morris hooked his hand, and his subordinate pulled out a money bag and put it on the counter.

Old Grove didn't expect the other party to really be able to pay the bill, and he was immediately flattered.

But Morris had no intention of ending.

"Hey, old man. ”

I saw him wrap his arms around Grove's shoulders, looking intimate.

Grove shuddered.

Before the boss could respond, Morris patted him on the cheek kindly:

"Next time, if you let me hear that you beat your wife again......"

Morris smiled, kept silent, and the smile disappeared.

Only the face full of horizontal flesh is still shiny.

Grove's lips trembled, and his whole body trembled more and more, and he couldn't stop nodding.

Morris patted Grove's chest so boldly that he almost slapped the latter on the back.

Only then did the fat man let go of him and walked out of the store.

After the departure of this unusual group of guests, the proprietor let out a sigh of relief and collapsed into his wife's arms.

"Yanni, that ...... Who's that?"

But to Grove's surprise, Yanni, who had been submissive since the time of the helper and had not changed until the time of his wife, showed a deep expression that he had never seen before.

"A friend. ”

Yanni held her husband and looked at the black hair on the back of Tails' head faintly, her eyes were complex and subtle:

"A ...... from a long, long time ago"

"Little friend. ”

Grove's eyes widened, his gaze wandering between the departing guest and his wife, and he couldn't believe that Yanni would have such a friend.

It wasn't until Tails and Morris disappeared around the corner that Yanni came to her senses and sighed.

But when she looked back, she saw her husband rubbing his hands together and his face full of flattery.

"Honey, what style was that dress you fell in love with last time," Grove said with a smile, flattering:

"I bought it for you?"

Yanni, who knew her husband's virtues well, raised her eyebrows helplessly and rolled her eyes.

In the dirt streets of the underground mall, Glover and Cohen followed Tails closely, not far behind them, and Morris paced leisurely, chatting with Lejock and his men in a casual manner.

The people along the way, first muttered maliciously after seeing the three Tails, and then looked frightened after seeing Morris and ran away.

"Just now, Your Highness," the zombie first glanced vigilantly at Morris behind him, and said in a low voice:

"If you want to help the lady in the store, you can do it all...... The right approach. ”

"Without making her suspect that you are ......"

Gloover hesitated for a moment, but did not finish.

"Molestation?"

Tails said lightly, helping him complete this sentence:

"Or do you want to see it?"

Glover frowned, unable to answer.

"Ahhhhh

Hearing this, Cohen's ears moved, and he said bitterly to Tails:

"I know that at your age, you are going to start to be interested in girls, but we must develop a correct view of love, and don't treat sexual harassment as a ...... of sexual harassment between men and women."

"You're right, Karon. ”

But Tails didn't look at Cohen, but looked at the road ahead with a blank face.

"I want to help Yanni. ”

"And not to hurt her. ”

Gloover was slightly stunned, and he quickly glanced behind him, as if he had realized something.

Only Cohen was confused and blinked.

Tails sighed.

"So, do you think she's happy?"

Tails walked through a familiar street corner, trying to forget the past:

"Is she really satisfied with that kind of husband, really satisfied with that kind of life?"

Unexpectedly, the prince would ask such a question, and Glovo and Cohen were stunned.

"Of course not. ”

Gloover hesitated for a moment, then said affirmatively:

But at least, she gritted her teeth and found a way to survive. ”

Tails turned his head, "Huh?"

Glover let out a sigh.

"Lily—someone, someone told me," the zombie swallowed, "life is miserable, it's miserable. ”

Glaufer's eyes moved:

"But so what? just get it done. ”

"It's not beautiful. ”

"In the pile of and urine, you can live a decent life. ”

When Tails heard this, he looked at the ruin and filth that filled the streets, and couldn't help sighing:

"You're a survivor, Galen Glover. ”

"No, I'm not. ”

Glofo looked into the distance and said in amazement:

"She is. ”

At this moment, Cohen, who was next to him, let out a long sigh.

Tails and Glofo looked at each other.

"I don't quite understand what she said, though...... Scales, bread, and so on. ”

"But I suddenly feel ......" Cohen hesitated, his expression lost:

"But when she said that no matter who she married, she would trade her skirt for bread, I suddenly felt ...... It's sad. ”

Tails frowned:

"Why?"

"I don't know," Cohen shook his head, his tone indignant:

"But, but that's her life, she should be able to exchange something else, and she should be able to exchange something better. ”

The vigilante officer's voice fell:

"But people can only see her dress. ”

He always didn't ask, and blindly threw her bread. ”

Cohen sullen:

"It's like that's the only deal, there's no other option. ”

Glovo snorted.

"After all, there are men in this world who don't just look at her skirt and don't just throw her bread. ”

Gloover sarcastically said:

"Like you?"

Unexpectedly, Cohen did not fight with the "enemy" this time, but shook his head sadly.

"No, zombie, you don't understand, I don't think it's a problem that can be solved by finding one or two or a dozen men, it's not that simple......"

Cohen scratched his head desperately, as if trying to grasp some indescribable thought:

"I just felt, I felt that she was facing an enemy that she couldn't defeat. ”

Tails narrowed his eyes:

"How?"

"How to say ......"

Cohen searched for the right words to express, his expression growing more and more painful

"When I was on the Western Front, there was a time when our troops captured a group of grey mongrels that were infesting the border and hunting caravans. ”

Glovor's eyes shifted, and he began to look at Cohen again.

"I was young and unqualified, so I took the interpreter and asked their leader: Why do the orcs hunt us?"

"I thought it would say something about the history of blood feuds between the two races, the glory and pride of the orc ancestors, and even the interests inside and outside the desert......"

Cohen took a breath and said sullenly:

And then it said: Because man hunts us. ”

Tails was thoughtful, and Gloover was expressionless.

"I asked it: Can we stop hunting each other?"

It smiled and replied, "Of course." ”

"As long as one of them, kill the other side completely. ”

The autumn wind blew through the streets, and there was silence between the three of them for a while.

Cohen let out a breath, his eyes filled with sorrow and confusion at the same time:

"I swear, I've never been afraid of any grey mongrel...... But at that moment, facing the orc who was still laughing before he died, I felt tired, bored, embarrassed, powerless, and even ...... Fear for no reason. ”

I saw Cohen, who had no heart and lungs, said blankly:

"It's as if my sword no longer strikes flesh or heavy axes, but an invisible wall of iron, and no matter how I wield it, it will be useless. ”

"I even suspect that at that moment, my sword heart was shaking. ”

Tails didn't speak, he just frowned.

"I wrote back to the Tower of Termination, to Rapha, a friend of mine, and he replied: Since the age of ignorance, we have won thousands of battles against the orcs, shed thousands of years of blood, and died thousands of years ago. ”

"But why, but never brought peace?"

Cohen was bent and said:

"Never. ”

Tails sighed.

"Because we don't want peace in our hearts," said Glovo in a sullen voice.

"Because we, and them, are not accustomed to peace. ”

Cohen smiled wryly when he heard this:

"yes, maybe. ”

Cohen then frowned and said:

"But just now, the words of the shopkeeper's wife made me feel the same way. ”

"Why, why do people always think that if she wants to marry and find a husband, she can only exchange her skirt for bread, and only look at her skirt and men's bread, or is she only allowed to wear skirts and men to take bread?"

Grove shook his head:

"I don't understand. ”

Tails, however, looked at it differently.

"I don't really understand either. Cohen shook his head in the same way.

But he showed doubts and puzzlement:

"I just feel that I have suffered a lot before, how badly I have been injured, how terrible a battle I have fought, and how powerful an enemy I have faced...... Compared to the look on her face when she said this, it was as if it was nothing. ”

Croover frowned, not understanding.

Cohen scratched his ears and cheeks, worried about his poor language skills:

"I feel as if the enemy she is facing in this sentence is also an iron wall, even more than all the enemies I have ever met in my life, from the criminals on the streets, the orcs and sand thieves on the battlefield, to the fiery knights of Exeter, the army of the Northlands, and even the legendary demons and scourges......"

Cohen sighed:

"It's all going to be more terrifying, more powerful, more terrifying than every, countless times greater. ”

At that moment, Tails stopped.

Glouover gave the prince a questioning look.

Cohen, on the other hand, was staring at him:

"Even if I reach the extreme, even if I inherit the title of the old man and command all his armies......"

"It's impossible to overcome. ”

Tails took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that the chains that bound him invisibly were rubbing against each other and squirming as he raised his head.

"And she, the proprietress is just an ordinary woman," the vigilante sighed heartily, revealing deep pity.

"She only has one pair of hands. ”

"It's not fair. ”

"Not at all. ”

This time, Gloufer also began to think deeply.

Tails raised his hand slightly, and as he moved, the illusion of the chains clanging became even more apparent.

Oh, yes.

It's not fair.

A sneer tugged at Tails' lips.

Not at all.

Behind them, Morris watched as Tails stopped, and likewise stopped moving forward, just staring at the three men with burning eyes.

The passers-by, whether beggars or gangsters, traders or hired laborers, as long as they knew the identities of Morris and Lejork, all ran away from them, and did not dare to look at them.

Tails took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"If you may think so, Cohen," the prince smiled.

"Then she has two hands. ”

Cohen, who was immersed in loss, came back to his senses and was stunned when he heard the words:

"What?"

Tails raised his finger and shook it, chuckling:

"Maybe D.D is wrong. ”

Cohen blinked and touched his head innocently:

"Huh?"

"Your brain, it may be...... Not very bright. Tails smiled and walked up to Cohen, stood on tiptoe, and held out his finger to his forehead with a crisp flick.

"Whew!"

Cohen didn't expect the prince to sneak up on him like this, he screamed in pain, covered his head and stepped back.

"But at least, it's ...... than most people in the world."

Tails withdrew his fingers, looked at Cohen who gritted his teeth and made a "how dare you" gesture with interest, and said with emotion:

"It's not broken yet. ”

Broken?

Cohen looked at him with an unhappy expression.

Right now.

"Thank you, stupid greenskin. Glover said suddenly, sullenly.

Hearing the "stupid green skin", Cohen exhaled helplessly, turned around and said strongly:

"Hmph, if I want to fight again, I'm not afraid...... Huh?"

The vigilant officer reacted and said stupidly:

"What did you just say?"

Croover sighed, stepped forward, and looked earnestly and awkwardly into Cohen's eyes:

"I said, thank you. ”

"Thanks," Cohen asked, puzzled at first, then vigilantly covering his forehead and stepping back:

"Thanks for what?"

Grove was silent for a while.

"Lillian. ”

Cohen's eyes widened.

The zombie said silently:

"I know you've been helping her, in her ...... After that, help her get rid of the harasser. ”

"Thank you. ”

Glancing at Tails, Glover sighed:

"Thank you, lend her an extra pair of hands. ”

Yes?

Cohen looked at Glover in a daze, and then at the amiable Tails, feeling their gentle and melting-in eyes, stunned to understand the current situation.

What the hell is going on?

Tails looked at this scene and smiled.

Right now.

"My dear...... Kids!"

The three of them turned their heads in unison.

I saw Morris rubbing his hands together and walking forward in the company of Lejok and another subordinate, and several sneaky figures disappeared into the streets and alleys behind him.

"There's the main block of the underground mall ahead," the fat boss of the Brotherhood laughed:

"If you don't dislike it, let me guide you?"

Tails furrowed an eyebrow.

"No need," Cohen waved his hand and sternly refused:

"We're serious people, don't follow you—"

Tails stepped over Cohen with his footsteps, and he spoke, choking on the unfinished words of the vigilante ("Woo woo woo don't!") along with Croover's grappling motion:

"So, you've just discussed it with the rest of the Brotherhood, like Black Sword?"

"Don't you think I'm joking?"

Morris's expression froze.

"Aha!" the fraternity boss laughed to relieve his embarrassment:

"Of course not!"

At Tails' gesture, Croover resisted the urge to step forward to stop him (which translated into the strength to grab Cohen with his back), and watched as Maurice stepped forward, put his arm around the prince's shoulders, and the two walked forward shoulder to shoulder.

"But come to think of it, you've only given us three unattainable names and told us that the Secret Branch is going to do something in these places that we don't know what it is," Morris whispered in Tails' ear:

"So we should wag our tail and beg for mercy to you, who are bullying, before and after the saddle, like the red turban in the past, to become your guard dog, the pawn of the horse?"

Tails smiled.

"Morris, you don't look like a street thug," the young man put his arms around the fat man's back, and said with ease:

"There is no such rudeness and numbness as to get by, drunk and dreaming of death. ”

"As you say, I'm in charge of the accounts," Morris blinked:

"If you want to spend, you have to budget first. ”

"And I think you want to deposit it with us," said Morris, with a slight look in his eyes.

"There must be more than that. ”

Tails nodded, he recognized that they had come to the top of the Black Gold Casino, a mecca for the lower class gamblers.

"First of all, I am not Horace, nor am I a Black Prophet. ”

"I am not your master, but I am not your enemy. ”

Tails squinted:

"You should know what such a person is worth. ”

Morris did not speak.

Tails chuckled, "But I'm sure you owe me more than just these potions?"

Morris's eyes snapped.

But Tails still looked indifferently at the road ahead, ignoring him.

After a few seconds, Morris snorted and let go of him.

"You say Constance is your aunt, right?"

Tails turned his head.

Morris's expression froze:

"Do you know how she died?"

Tails' heart tightened.

He remembered Gilbert's teachings and sighed:

"Shadow Shield and the ...... of Saliton"

"Ashida. Morris spoke softly.

Tails paused.

"Ashida Saxon. The fat man's voice sounded, and he looked extra careful in the messy and dirty streets.

Only between the lines, there is a coldness.

Tails raised an eyebrow, no way he could have imagined that the name would appear here:

"What?"

Morris snorted softly and looked into the distance.

"Eighteen years ago, I was ...... in this city"

His tone was ethereal.

"The Wizard of Qi," Morris said lightly, as if he didn't care:

"The undead monster. ”

"...... in front of the Fuxing Palace"

"Kill Constance. ”

Kill ......

Kill ......

It took Tails a full three seconds to digest the meaning of the sentence.

The image of the instructor with full demeanor and indifferent elegance appeared in front of him.

Constance?

But the boy could only widen his eyes and repeat in vain the previous words:

"What?"

Morris looked at the sky and took a deep breath, as if to suck up the smell of blood.

She bled and suffered the most cruel pain in the world, and then her eyes widened and she died in silence. ”

"Our little scourge, little giant, she just lay on the ground, her eyes staring blankly at the sky. ”

The fat man's voice trembled a little:

"Lonely. ”

"Helpless. ”

"Cold. ”

At that moment, Tails trembled slightly, and he couldn't breathe.

It's like the experience that teacher has given him countless times.

"What?" he could only repeat a third time.

"It was pinched to death by it," Maurice looked at the sky with distraction, completely ignoring the doubts of the second prince beside him:

"There are also a few other idiots in the 'Big Nine' - really idiots, how can people defeat the magician, defeat the calamity, why do they go up, why do they want to die?"

"Right in front of me and Black Sword. ”

In an instant, countless chaotic and complicated thoughts rushed into Tails's brain, even exceeding the upper limit of his capacity.

But that night, under the giant statue of Necaru, the Black Sword spoke to the Wizard of Qi with the clarity:

[Twelve years ago, when you monster was killing in the Fuxing Palace, why didn't you have such concerns?]

What followed, also on that day, the last words of the terrifying girl when she finally disappeared:

Watch out for Ashida. 】

Tails breathed in a trance.

"Aside from territory and interests, this is our personal vendetta with the Red Turbans of the Blood Bottle Gang. ”

"Black swords, including the Black Street Brotherhood," Morris lowered his head, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his words trembled:

"Our existence. ”

"It's for someday. ”

He turned his head to look at Tails, his eyes red:

"Let these unkillable monsters ......"

"Pay the price. ”