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Forty-three-year-old Lobik Dilla is the head of the First Guard Department of the City Defense Corps, and is in charge of the West Side Guard Department, which is responsible for the security of the west side of Eternal Star City.

Twenty patrols, a large and small security officer of a hall, and countless civilian personnel, were at his disposal.

More than 100 police officers armed with sophisticated ammunition such as stun batons, mini crossbows, anti-ram shields, fog bombs, and thunderstorm bombs, nearly 300 high-quality soldiers equipped with anti-demon weapons such as the Falling Demon Sword, Arc Light Shield, Yongxin Armor, and Broken Energy Crossbow Arrows, and 20 elite armament forces of Terminator Swordsmen as patrol leaders, were at his disposal.

This was a rarity for a man of low nobility, Lobik's father was but a minor lord in the county of Keira in the western part of the kingdom.

If he hadn't climbed to the top of the Cavendier family, he wouldn't have become the head of the Xicheng Alert Department in Yongxing City, the royal capital, at this age. In this wonderful relationship in which he lost his sincerity to the Cavendier family and then received an official position, there was only a small fly in the ointment.

That is, the patrol area he is responsible for in Yongxing City has a total of six districts, namely the third district of the West Ring Road and the third district of the lower city.

Yes, at the forefront of the bloody struggle between the Blood Vials and the Brotherhood of the Dark Streets.

A small fly in the ointment.

The fly in the ointment - ?

Ahh

The king is above, this is simply a great bad luck!

Oh, and he's also in charge of patrolling and street security in front of the West City Gate.

Here's what his gray-haired predecessor warned at the time of the handover:

"You have to tell your men that even when you lead the team from the barracks, through the West Ring District, the XC District, to the West City Gate (yes, his predecessor believes that for the patrol team, the West City Gate is the only place that can be patrolled, and for the police, the West City Gate is the only place where law enforcement is required)-"

"For the sake of your money, when passing through the third district of the West Ring, be polite and friendly;

For the sake of your life, when passing through the three districts of Xiacheng, you must be cautious and take every step of the way;

For the sake of your position, when you arrive at the West City Gate, be conscientious and energetic!"

Lobik quickly figured out why.

The Blood Bottle Gang, which is rooted in the third district of the West Ring Road, has deep roots and a long history, and has an unclear relationship with many big figures in the DPRK, but it will regularly pay a lot of "share money" to the city defense team, so for the sake of the wallet, when passing through the West Ring District, the police and the people should be friendly, the fish and water are happy, and they will turn a blind eye to everything and nothing.

The Black Street Brotherhood, which is entrenched in the third district of the lower city, is ruthless, crazy and violent, and half of the unsolved criminal cases in the kingdom are related to them, and they are not merciless to the official people, so for the sake of life, when passing through the XC district, you must watch all directions, listen to the six roads, and don't stay too long when you trot all the way.

The West City Gate is the land façade of Yongxing City, and it is the necessary gate for many foreign dignitaries, large and small nobles, the head of the Temple of the Gods, and adventurers from all walks of life to visit Yongxing City, many diplomatic disputes, aristocratic struggles, religious confrontations, and civil conflicts all occur in this area, and it is also the place where the palace bosses are most closely watched, so for the sake of the position, when the West City Gate is on duty and law enforcement patrols, it is necessary to be fair and strict, diligent and dedicated, and serve the people selflessly.

To sum up, in the three years that Director Lobik took over the security department, his hair has turned half white, and his wrinkles have increased by three, because the time of returning home is uncertain, and it is understandable that his wife often protests in the form of a cold war in bed.

At this time, Lobik sat at his desk, looking at the moonlight outside the window, his face worried.

He didn't want to work overtime either—he had to work overtime because someone said hello tonight.

And also.

What he was worried about was not his work, but the stunned young man in front of him who worked for him.

Twenty-five-year-old Cohen Kalabyan, the new patrol captain he had been promoted two months earlier, had a superior skill even among finishing swordsmen (it would have been better if he had beaten Miranda's pervert - Cohen), his already good background ("Oh, old man, if you were king, then I could be a prince too—oh, why are you beating me!"—Cohen), and a rare experience in the military among young nobles, after being discharged from the army ("Dead old man! I obviously didn't sign, why?' You must be ashamed to be -- oh, why are you beating me again!" -- Cohen), and became the number one ace of the 20th Patrol of the West City Alert Department ("They all say it's because I have a good father, but you must know best, old man, that I'm not a good one—hey, old man, if you beat me again, I'll turn my face!"

At this moment, Cohen is wearing a neat and majestic officer's hat, a few strands of good-looking blonde hair are exposed from behind the brim, and a well-tailored blue meteor uniform sets off his strong and well-proportioned figure even better, with reflective black marching boots under his feet, coupled with that resolute and heroic face, he is simply the undisputed "girl killer" of the royal capital.

It's a pity, if he had been twenty years younger and had been transferred to Yongxing City earlier, he would probably have made the noble girls of the royal capital scream - the above is the fantasy of the director of the Lobik Hall when he was distracted.

Because, the young and heroic "Girl Killer" Cohen, was talking about righteousness and sternness, resolutely explaining his point to Director Lobik, his hand clapping resolutely on his chest, as if to let his boss know his determination.

"My lord, to sum up, I don't think it is appropriate to empty the garrison on Red Square Street! Especially tonight! There is a high probability that a violent conflict will break out between the Blood Vial Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood! In addition, I have received a tip from my subordinates that the Black Street Brotherhood is in front of the headquarters house-"

"You still have eyeliner on the street?" Chief Lobik interrupted him with a yawn.

"Hah, it's hard to put the Brotherhood's crazy guys in the eyeline," Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment, curling the corners of his mouth, "but in my shrewd and capable—"

"Fool! I think you're going to die!"

Director Lobik's roar was sudden, causing a wave that scared the secretary who had just passed by the door with papers, the pretty red-haired Miss Jorah, into a stumbling stumbling stagger.

"Do you think that if you are the third place in the year-end assessment of the first-level finishing swordsman, the Brotherhood will not be able to touch you? Do you think that since you are from the Karabiyan family, the Blood Vial Gang will not dare to touch you? The most important thing is that you think-"

The angry Director Lobik raised his voice wave after wave, bluffing Cohen, who was already talking, stunned.

"--If you are more handsome than me, you can command your immediate boss?"

Outside the door, Miss Jorah, who was picking up papers on the ground, shook her hand, and the documents she had picked up scattered to the ground again.

"Uh--Director, it's a bit off-topic, although I'm handsome, but the Brotherhood side-"

"Shut up!

Annoyed and angry, Lobik suddenly felt that it was not for nothing that the son of this old classmate was beaten by his father every day.

Lobik breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "I know your feelings, I have also been enthusiastic, when I was transferred three years ago, I also thought that one day, I would clean up the evil and darkness in the XC District and the West Ring District, so that the citizens can walk on the streets with peace of mind without worrying." ”

"But do you really think that the Blood Vials and the Brotherhood of the Streets are just gangsters that can't be put on the table? I send twenty Finishing Swordsmen with one hundred, plus four hundred garrisons and patrol soldiers, and I can sweep away the two Magicians of the Blood Bottle Gang, eight Extraordinary Warriors, twelve of the Strongest, the three major of the Brotherhood - or the four killers, the six giants, the thirteen generals, do you know how many super-level, even extreme realm guys are among these people alone! Do you think they are all vegetarians? Do you think that my police officers and city defense soldiers are death squads that have no family and children, no social connections, no worries and burdens, and you can go and give you your life with a pull of your throat? ”

"Even if the two gangs are swept away, what will happen to the nobles and selfish people related to them? What will happen to the administrative departments that rely on their threats to survive with oil and water and appropriations? What will happen to the annual offerings they give to the big men in the court? What will happen to the poor, mobs, and vagrants who have lost the restraint and protection of the gangs? Without the oppression of the gangs, what should happen if people no longer go to the temple to pray and donate? Without the bloody events caused by the gangs, the potion market, the alchemy market, and the city What should we do if the rare medicines and strategic materials that can only be smuggled in through the gangs are out of stock in the agricultural and pastoral markets? What about the adventurers, mercenaries, and special warriors who have lost their livelihoods and are ready to move? What if there is no local gangs to cooperate with us openly and covertly, and the people of the Kingdom Secret Department cannot grasp the underground operations of foreign spies?"

"Have you thought about all these things, miscellaneous things, and things that you can't help but consider?"

"Why do you think I'm emptying Hongfang Street tonight? That's right, I'm telling you, because a certain big man greeted me directly, it will become the bloodiest battlefield tonight! Whoever approaches it will end badly! So I not only want to empty the place, but also put up a curfew notice, and even more so to warn everyone not to approach! Why do you think we are working overtime today? So that in the morning, our people can join forces with the medical, fire, and land departments of the town hall to collect the bodies of the losers of the war and end up in the ruins brought by the war! ”

Lobik stopped growling, gasping for breath, and ripped open the neckline that was causing him to be a little out of breath.

Cohen was already silent, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Now, Captain Cohen Karabiyan—" Lobik said in a normal tone, "you can go out, reflect on it, and think about why your father sent you to the most difficult guard hall in the entire Star Kingdom and the entire Western Continent." Also, remember to help Miss Jorah pick up the pile of papers - it's all your fault. ”

The door opened, and Cohen walked out slowly, but his eyes were dark, lonely and helpless.

Miss Jorah, who was picking up the papers next to her, was so distressed.

I know all of this—I know what Director Lobick said.

Cohen thought silently.

He reached for the sword stand outside the hall chief's room, trying to retrieve his sword.

However, if even the youngest head of the security department is so old and calculating, if even the gangsters hiding in the underground world to suck blood dare not face it directly.

How can this kingdom be changed?

Cohen slowly lowered his hand.

He walked over to Miss Jorah, who was crouching down to collect her papers, and Miss Secretary felt Cohen's approach, her face turned red, and she was thinking about what tone to use to thank him for his help.

Hot blood?

Cohen smiled bitterly in his heart.

When I crawled out of the pile of dead on the battlefields of the Western Front, this word did not belong to me.

It's not bloody.

Cohen lowered his head, clenched his fists, and his lonely eyes flashed with determination and anger.

It's the right thing to do, it's something that has to be done.

Miss Jorah's face turned even redder, and she suddenly realized that, from Cohen's point of view, she could get a glimpse of the proud scenery of the lonely old mountain in her professional uniform, and - this is important, to say it three times - he was handsome, he was handsome, he was really handsome!

Hongfang Street.

Cohen's eyes narrowed.

The next moment, I saw that his expression was cold, and he didn't look at it, the fist clenched in his right hand suddenly flipped over, and there was like a gust of wind blowing in front of the door of the hall director's room!

"Whew!"

By the time the wind had cleared, Cohen was gone.

Missing, along with his saber on the sword stand.

Miss Jorah, who was left with only gnashing teeth, tore her long red hair, which had been ruffled by the gust of wind.

Beside her, the pile of scattered papers, I don't know when, had been blown into a stack by the wind, and stood neatly on the ground.

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In the director's room, Lobik closed his eyes helplessly and sighed.

Compared to Hongfang Street-

The big man has an even more troublesome request for him.

From the sunset believers who entered and exited the West City Gate, find out why the Sunset Temple sealed the inner altar.

Those religious madmen, Lobik shook his head, how dare he provoke the matter of oracles?

Especially the shrew of the sunset goddess.

Phew!

Lobik shook his head, tossing the thought out of his head.

In other words, three hundred years ago, if I just had this thought, I would be sacrificed by the temple of the goddess of the sunset and sent to the inquisition, right?

In this way, although the two magic queens are also shrews with bad tempers, they still do something good.

Phew!

Lobik shook his head and threw the idea out of his head as well.

In other words, a hundred years ago, just having this idea, he would be sent to the Demon Prison by the Imperial Demon Guard of the Empress's territory, right?

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Time comes back to the present.

"You said you killed Quaid?" Yara looked at Tails in shock, as if she had really known him for the first time.

"Yes, and," Tails said with great calmness, a suggestion that seemed excessive, to the beautiful and dangerous young woman:

"Please help the four of us escape from the third district of the lower city. ”

Tails wasn't trying his luck.

In the four years he spent begging in the abandoned house, his world was not only dark, in addition to the children who helped each other in the same house, Yanni, the helper at the Grove Pharmacy, and the seemingly unapproachable bartender in front of him - is she really just a bartender - these are the few warm colors that Tails found in this world.

Three years ago, if it weren't for her, she would have been looking for food in the garbage heap outside the Sunset Bar when she was bitten to death by the angry wolfdog raised by Morris.

Morris muttered for a long time after that, how could he not raise the angry wolfdog he had raised for six years, and he actually ran away by himself and disappeared.

"Say that again?" said Yara, as if she had heard the most unbelievable words, such as the return of the demons of hell or the arrival of the gods of heaven.

"I mean, I want to ask you—"

But Yala interrupted him.

"You have just killed Quaid Roda, the most feared force in the underworld of the Star Kingdom, the leader of the Brotherhood of the Dark Streets in charge of the beggar business in Eternal Star City, and the only son of the arms boss 'Iron Heart' Sandara Roda. ”

Yala finished in one breath, and with a grim face, she stretched out her slender index finger and poked Tails on the forehead.

"Then, you still want to ask me to protect you, betray that 'the most terrible force in the underworld of the Star Kingdom', and run away under the search and pursuit that the Brotherhood of the Black Street will definitely come?"

"Well, that's not exact," Tails said as he rubbed the fingerprints on his forehead and sneered at Yara's murderous gaze, "but, that's probably it." ”

Yara digested the news, and Tails waited silently, although he was anxious.

Jara came back to her senses and sighed. But her expression quickly returned to indifference and coldness.

"Hmph, for you, against the whole Brotherhood? Do you think I'm a good guy like that? No, I suppose, do you think I look like a good guy?"

"You don't need to meet the Brotherhood!" Tails said eagerly.

"We have our own escape plan, you just need to give us some food and supplies, and on the way from the third district of Xiacheng to Hongfang Street, you can help us hide from the eyes and ears of the Brotherhood!

"Please!" said Tails solemnly, "we only have you to rely on, Sister Yara!"

Yara, however, doesn't seem to buy his account.

"Hmph, you're just a little beggar. ”

Yala sneered: "I'm also a member of the Brotherhood, why do you think that I won't immediately hand over you, the murderer who killed the leader of the Brotherhood, and those accomplices?"

Tails was silent for a moment.

Yala tilted her head, smiling as she waited for his answer

"Because I believe in you. ”

Yara froze, not catching up with Tails' logic.

"What?"

I saw Tails pause word by word, and said firmly:

"Because I believe in you and want to be a good person!"

Yala was stunned.

Did you get the script wrong?

So-uh, in his bizarre terms, he can actually say such a stupid thing about "middle two"?

Hasn't this little ghost always been quite mature?

And it's a brotherhood, a man who was beaten out of the beggar's den, why is it all of a sudden--is it because I've seen too much drama in the Temple of the Night?The story of the friendship between the hero Sarah and the prophet Kaipeng?

Or was he hit in the head by Quaid?

But Tails took a deep breath, and the next words made her speechless for a while:

"I know that the Brotherhood is almost full of scum and villains, perverts with blood debts, wolves and demons in human skin, sympathy and kindness, conscience and mercy are to them worse than the sludge in the gutter. ”

"They sold ruined young girls to brothels, crippled desperate children, sold drugs to teenage girls, extorted diligent businessmen penniless, starved peasants to death when they suffered natural disasters, captured those who could not pay off their black debts and sold them as slaves in the desert, and worked with the depraved aristocracy to keep the ugliest secrets. “

"But I also know that many of them are forced to make a living, they are all forced to make a living, they are all exposed to it since childhood, they are all unable to extricate themselves from it, they are all trying to survive, and they all have the reason of 'I can't help but do this', so they have become the most vicious minions and the most ruthless thugs of the Brotherhood. ”

"But because of this, I feel that if in such an environment and situation, in addition to survival, you can still persevere, insist on a little sympathy, a pity, a kindness, a conscience, insist on doing something good, be a good person, can give up the idea of earning black money and quick money with a knife, can give even the most down-and-out drunkard a glass of free ale, can give the abused and beaten** A cloak that can save the life of a child he didn't know in the cold wind, in order to save the life of a child he didn't know, he didn't hesitate to kill the dog of the brotherhood boss, and for the next four years, he has been helping him, supporting him, and caring for him-"

Yala frowned, and before she realized it, she was beginning to bite her lower lip.

Speaking of which, Tails looked up at Yara, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope:

"To be able to do this, I think, is harder, more dangerous, more - than to be a pure bad guy in the Brotherhood, to be a bad guy who abandons his creed and conscience, is full of evil, and is happy and comfortable every day—"

"Stop!" Yala looked up unwillingly, her eyes red, "Little ghost, you're not one of mine, how can you, how dare you-"

But her words were interrupted by Tails unconcernedly.

"Yara Sariton!"

"I've seen you cut a dog into three pieces with a single slash, I've seen you cut off the fingers of the troublemakers, and I know that the drinkers at Sunset Bar are afraid of you, and I've known that even Quaid and Rick, and even Boss Morris, are polite to you, and they dare not speak up when you press their purchase price. I don't know what the surname Saliton means in the Brotherhood, but I think you've probably been bloody, even murderous, and maybe your family and your surroundings are full of Brotherhood people, maybe your father and siblings are all crime-culpting guys. ”

Yala didn't interrupt him, but her expression was lonely, and she fell into a silence that seemed like death.

"So, in fact, I don't know if you are a good person or not, whether you are a good person or not. ”

Tails silently pulled out a dagger.

"I stole this dagger from your bar, but I know that I just said to you that day, 'I don't have a knife, how can I cut firewood?', and that afternoon the dagger appeared in the most conspicuous place in the utility room, as I always knew. ”

"This dagger, I always thought it was someone else's fall, maybe it was Edmund, until today, this blood-stained dagger, from the side of the blade, the word 'jc' emerged. ”

Tails looked up at Yara, the faint sparkle of stars in her eyes that made her heart tremble.

"That's your initials, JC. ”

"I just heard your full name from Quaid's mouth. ”

Yara gritted her teeth.

She didn't even notice why an inferior beggar, who had never had the opportunity to read and write, could read the letters on the dagger and spell out her name.

"Yala Saliton, Miss JC, I want you to know, I must let you know, that this dagger you have sent you to-day has saved my life, and the lives of the three children over there, who even ordinary white bread felt like a king's feast. ”

Yala clenched her fists, her eyes focusing.

This damn little imp.

"So, while I don't know what you were like before, and I don't know what you'll be like in the future, I always feel, feel—"

"-You want to be a good person!"

“jc！”