Underground mall, Grove Pharmacy.

Grove listlessly sent off a bloodied Brotherhood thug and put his credit in a notebook, before lazily sitting down behind the counter, warming up with a bottle of wine while watching his wife tidy up the shelves.

Not to mention the street robberies and petty theft every now and then, even if everything goes well, there is basically no oil and water to open a pharmacy in the lower city, but he, the eight-sided Grove, still has taken root in this notoriously chaotic place, and has been operating peacefully for more than ten years, which is really not something ordinary people can do.

In addition to the good connections made by his father during his lifetime, the good cooperative relationship with the Black Street Brotherhood is also one of the reasons - now in the underground street, he is also a big person, who dares to show him a face without opening his eyes?

Every time he thought about it, Grove felt a little proud, which made him look at his shop more comfortably, and take a sip of warm wine from time to time.

Dad, my foundation is much stronger than when you were abducted and deceived, right?

The door of the store was pushed open, and the bell behind the door rang.

and a cold wind seeping in from the streets.

Here comes the guests.

Grove shivered in the cold and reluctantly looked up from behind the counter - not those blind little thieves, who have not stopped for more than a decade.

"It's been winter lately, and there is a shortage of medicinal materials, and there aren't enough typhoid medicines!

The mechanically repeated Grove was stunned for a moment when he saw the guest.

The door was opened by a strong, stiff-faced tough guy who lifted his cloak to reveal the hilt of his sword at his waist and looked at Grove condescendingly.

He was followed by another large man of no less weight, who was first taken aback by the unfortunate hanging rope of the doorbell, and then held on to the weapon at his waist and looked around in displeasure.

Grove was a little puzzled.

Didn't you hear of these two people in the Brotherhood?

New to the new arrival?

Or was it a robbery?

After living in Downtown for a long time, Grove's first instinct was to reach for a knife under the counter, but the appearance of a third person made him discourage:

It was an average stature, with a childish face, and it was obvious that he was still growing his body.

I saw him lift his hood and scan the shop in a daze.

Odd.

Grove muttered that he had seen a lot of customers over the years, and had met all kinds of customers: casual shoppers, sincere bargains, poor but broad, rich but stingy......

But he couldn't tell the details of this young man, whether he was a second-generation aristocrat from a wealthy background, or a common man in Xiacheng who was used to living a tight life, and he couldn't tell whether he was a gangster who had been beaten a lot, or a little cute young master who was harmless to people and animals.

The young customer ignored him, but just stretched out his hand and stroked the rows of shelves, like a wanderer who had just returned home.

It was his two brawny men's retinue, the one who had been so wary that he turned back from time to time, and the one who was behind put down his hood and stared straight at Grove, wanting to say nothing.

Grove saw the latter's appearance clearly, and his face changed drastically.

", it's you again," the pharmacy owner blurted out with disgust and annoyance:

"Silly vigilante?"

Cohen, who was about to greet his boss, was stunned:

"What do you say, what?"

Grove coughed, but the disdain in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

"I mean...... Officer of the Kalabyan Alert. ”

Cohen's eyes lit up, ignoring the young man walking around the store, and leaned over to the counter:

"Then I'm coming today—"

"You can do it, don't come here to make any more! I don't sell any illegal drugs here," Grove sighed before he could speak, "and it has nothing to do with the gangs......

Boom.

With his other arm propped up the door, a stocky fat man paced into Grove's pharmacy, looking around with interest.

Seeing the person clearly, Grove trembled, and his words were suffocated!

"Ahhh

Grove looked at the new guest in front of him in horror.

But he reacted quickly, hurriedly adjusted and walked out of the counter, forced a smile and spread his arms, and wanted to hug:

"Maurice Morris, Maurice!

But Morris reached out mercilessly and pressed Grove's chest so that he couldn't hug him.

"Grove. ”

The Brotherhood boss just nodded faintly, slowly but irrefutably pushing Grove back behind the counter.

The latter could only smile awkwardly and nervously.

Cohen's eyes widened.

"You...... Didn't you say you didn't know each other, you and the scumbags of this brotherhood!" Cohen said angrily.

But the two people who greeted him ignored him.

"Welcome, Maurice, you, uh...... Is there anything special?" Grove looked nervously at the fat man with an indifferent face, and his words revealed humility and flattery.

"Relax," Morris squinted and patted the drugstore owner on the shoulder, "old man." ”

"I'm here for a walk. ”

Grove was shocked when he was photographed, and then reacted and squeezed out a smile:

"Of course, of course!"

"Come, take a walk, my dear, clean up the floor, and bring out your pie!"

Grove's wife nervously grabbed the broom next to the shelf.

But Morris grabbed the boss's shoulder!

"Don't bother, take a look with your friends, and leave in a while. Morris said calmly.

But the more indifferent the Brotherhood boss is, the more frightened Grove becomes.

"Okay, good ......" Grove waved his wife back, cautiously approached Morris, first looked at the puffed Cohen, and then pointed to the young man who was distracted on the edge of the shelf:

"This ...... What's going on? Why is there a police officer? And, who is that?"

Morris raised an eyebrow, and turned his head: Glover stood in the doorway staring at him deadly, his right hand holding the weapon all the time, and the warning in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Bodyguards. ”

The majestic fat man snorted softly:

"My friend's bodyguard. ”

Grove was stunned: "Friend?"

"Ah, a little friend," said Morris, turning his head to the boy in the shelf, and said meaningfully:

"And a 'big' friend. ”

Grove blinked, watching the teenager's eyes change.

He hurriedly shouted:

"Oh, uh, that guest had a great shopping haha!"

After that, Grove rolled his eyes, rubbed his palms, and said with a smile:

"It's just so happening that Maurice, you're here, and I want to pay next month's share first! Yanni, bring the money bag!"

Morris frowned.

"Element?" Cohen reacted faster, and immediately exclaimed:

"Hey, in front of me, you dare to collect protection money-"

Grove turned to the vigilant officer, serious:

"What, what, what protection money, don't talk nonsense! This is the money I owe to my friend, I'm just paying it back!

"Is there a 'part' in repaying the money?"

Cohen jumped to his feet, and then said bitterly:

"I tell you don't be afraid, the vigilante is here to administer justice for you—"

On the other side of the shelf, the shopkeeper's young wife walked tremblingly:

"But, my dear, didn't last month's part ......"

As if he had found a breakthrough, Grove turned back sharply and said:

"Where is so much nonsense, stinky bitch!"

His wife was a little shrunk by his yelling.

"Maurice is our good friend, why bother so much!"

Grove looked arrogant and waved his hand:

"Just take it!"

He then turned to look at Morris, who had a complicated expression, and became friendly and flattering again.

"Hey, don't you guys think I don't exist!" was the indignant Cohen.

"But our income this month ......" this is poor Yanni.

Bang!

Morris slapped the counter. Suppress all the voices at once:

"As I said!"

Morris looked around, and the brotherhood boss's eyes were so powerful that he forced everyone to shut up.

"Grove, I'm just here for a walk. ”

Morris smiled and put his palm on Grove's shoulder:

"Relax. ”

The owner of the pharmacy nodded subconsciously, but he obviously couldn't relax, instead fidgeting under Morris's palm, drenched in cold sweat.

Morris pursed his lips and chuckled:

"We have a rule: since it's next month's money, we'll pay it next month. ”

Grove exhaled.

Morris glanced at Cohen:

"Or, don't pay?"

As soon as these words came out, Grove's cold sweat came out again:

"Huh? I'm not the ......."

But Morris smiled softly, let go of him, and turned into a shelf.

Keep up with the teenager.

"Rules?"

Cohen leaned over to the counter, gritting his teeth in disbelief:

"Hey, Grove, you don't have to pay him, and you don't have to be afraid of him! I promise, as long as you are willing to testify against the criminal behavior of the Morris gang and extort money from the market, I will send him to ...... prison."

Groff, who was overwhelmed with fright, looked at him in confusion.

At this moment, another figure passed by the counter lightly, but it brought a chill for no reason.

Grove shuddered!

"Hi Leyoke!"

Grove nervously looked at the backs of the people passing by and forced himself to squeeze out a smile:

"The wound medicine I sent last time is still suitable for ......"

But the Silent Killer didn't look at him, just crossed the counter and followed his boss.

The palm of the Grove greeting was awkwardly stretched out in the air.

Cohen looked at Lejork's back, and then at the stunned Grove, feeling that his previous words had been in vain.

He angrily caught up with the Silent Killer:

"No, you did it on purpose! I'll tell you, Lejok, you still have three unsolved murders on you, wait until my colleagues have found the evidence......"

But Leyok didn't look at him, his face was expressionless:

"Let me go, I'm going to the kitchen to eat pie. ”

Cohen was stunned:

"Eat pie, you, you're really here to steal people's wealth—"

But before he could do anything, Croover next to him covered Cohen's mouth.

"Mmmmmm

The zombie's face did not change its color, pushing and bumping, squeezing the vigilant officer into a dark corner.

The shop finally fell silent.

At this moment, on the other side of the shelf, the teenager who was silently visiting the Grove Pharmacy suddenly turned around and stopped the boss's wife.

"Your name is Yanni, right?"

The proprietress who had just been wronged and was lowering her head to sort out the shelves was taken aback and raised her head.

"Yes, yes, this ...... Guest, how can I help you?"

Tails, a young man who was leisurely visiting, saw the other party's appearance clearly, it was a young woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes.

"You're a helper here?"

The young proprietress obviously knew that it was the Brotherhood who was in the shop, and she had not yet recovered from the atmosphere just now, and said cautiously

"Yes, me, I've always been a helper here......"

Across the shelf, Tails looked at the familiar and unfamiliar young woman in front of him, and his eyes were confused for a moment.

"But the boss calls you 'dear', and 'stinky bitch'?"

Tails sensed that Morris was walking through the shelves towards them, and the rest of the store turned their attention to their strange conversation.

But Tails didn't care.

Yanni glanced back at her husband at the counter—Grove was terrified again—a small glance.

"I ...... I am his wife. Married him a few years ago. ”

Is it.

Tails looked softly but disappedly at Yanni in front of him, the helper in the pharmacy who used to help beggars when she was a child, distributing food and medicine, and even warm clothes, for which she was found by her boss more than once and scolded her.

and the stingy and vicious, ugly-looking and stinking apothecary owner.

Tails lowered his head, a dullness in his heart.

[I...... I am his wife. Married him a few years ago. 】

Changed.

But not all happy endings.

Then the prince looked up.

"You know what, Yanni, you're beautiful and young. ”

Yanni was stunned and taken aback:

"Huh? I ......"

But Tails remembered the past, and looked at her with extremely warm eyes:

"Gentle and kind, hardworking and capable. ”

Yanni blushed for a while, then glanced nervously at the people around her, and shook her head in a hurry:

"No, no, I ......"

But without waiting for her to speak, Tails continued:

"And your husband, he is old and ugly, with yellow teeth, and a strange temperament, and a bad temper. ”

When I was a child, I came here to "do business", but I was beaten and scolded by him.

Grove at the counter froze when he heard this.

Yanni also seemed to be frightened.

But Tails was serious, and said to her word by word:

"Listen: he's not worthy of you. ”

Yanni's face turned even redder and she bowed her head in panic.

Right now.

"Hey!"

A wide, fat figure thrust into the shelves, interrupting the odd conversation.

"Why don't you clean up the shelves over there, Yanni? ”

Morris said with a smile.

As if given amnesty, Yanni hurriedly avoided Tails' fiery gaze and hid to the other side.

The fat man of the brotherhood looked at the distant figure of the lithe proprietress and snorted softly:

"I don't think a character like you is here to go shopping or to flirt with women?"

Tails sighed and turned to face Morris:

"What if it really is?"

Morris's expression changed, and his enthusiasm was like fire:

"Then you are always welcome in the lower town and the Brotherhood!"

"The same goes for Red Square Street. ”

Morris smiled and looked bright:

"After all, not everyone is happy to see mud on their boots. ”

Tails no longer paid attention to the whispering Grove and Yanny, and replied with the same deep meaning:

"Mud is the foundation of a house. ”

Morris picked up a jar of potion and tossed it, shrugging his shoulders:

"But for some people, it's about building a house so you don't see the mud. ”

Tails smiled coldly, decisively snatched the potion in his hand, and carefully put it in place:

"Then their house will collapse sooner or later. ”

Morris was a little surprised by the teenager's movements.

"I beg your pardon," the fat man chirped apologetically.

"We sister culture, I don't understand it very well. ”

Tails suddenly spoke:

"You're not alone. ”

Morris's ears pricked up:

"Huh?"

I saw Tails raise his head and look at the eyes that were once familiar, but now unfamiliar:

"It's not just you, during this time, the Blood Bottle Gang has also been manipulated, and many financial sources and businesses have been cut off inside and out - such as the illicit wine trafficking they relied on, such as smuggling, such as the grain market, such as iron smelting, and they have a deep relationship with the big nobles and officials, and they are closely connected with the market on the surface, and they are more affected. ”

Morris's face was grim, and he glanced back, staring at Grove and Yanny, who were watching at the counter, and shrank his head in horror, not daring to listen again.

The fat man then looked at Tails and said in a low voice:

"I don't understand ......"

"Of course you do," Tails interrupted him, walking to another row of shelves:

"What did Belicia tell you? Who kidnapped her?"

Morris's eyes were slightly condensed, wary.

"So, you're here on behalf of the Kingdom Secret?"

"Or is it simply, this matter is at your behest, and the Kingdom Secret Section is just doing what you want?"

Tails smiled.

"Look, you know. ”

But Morris's face changed, he stared at Tails coldly, and shook his head with a snort:

"I'm flattered to be here. ”

The fat man silently thought, where did he or the Brotherhood offend this little prince?

Or, was it the Black Sword who offended him in Longxiao City six years ago?

Is it worth it for him to launch a secret department to seek revenge?

What a grudge!

Tails saw that the effect was achieved, and shook his head easily.

"On the contrary," said the prince, stopping in front of another row of shelves selling typhoid medicine, earnestly:

"I have nothing to do with the secret department, and they don't know either: I'm here behind their backs. ”

Morris's eyes moved.

"Are you sure?"

The fat man is full of suspicion:

"The secret department is pervasive......"

"I'm sure. Tails turned decisively and interrupted him:

"When I say they don't know ......"

The prince's expression was fierce and could not be refuted:

"They don't dare to know. ”

Morris was silent for a while.

"You're pretty confident," he said, staring intently into Tails' face.

"Like countless of the opponents who have fallen at the feet of the Black Prophet. ”

Tails was equally silent for a moment.

The Opponent Who Fell at the Feet of the Black Prophet......

For some reason, he suddenly remembered a lot of people: the first king Eddie, the crown prince Midir, and the king of Nune......

"I don't know about the secret department of the kingdom, I don't know what the Black Prophet is entangled with your 'Sleepless Eye' Lancer," Tails re-opened his mouth after finishing his thoughts, but it made Morris frown again:

"But I know that you have a complicated relationship and are in a delicate situation. ”

Tails stared at Morris fixedly, feeling the fantasy of the change in status six years later, trying to dig something out of the brotherhood boss's eyes.

"If Lancer doesn't like the Black Prophet," said the prince lightly:

"Tell him I don't like it either. ”

"This should be the basis of our dialogue. ”

Morris was thoughtful.

Tails turned, no longer caring about the fat man, but walked to the counter and reopened the previous conversation.

"He forced you?"

"Ahh

Tails stared at Grove behind the counter, and suddenly found that the other party was looking at him and Maurice behind him, and he had already shrunk into a ball of fear - no longer the image of the once vicious and ruthless boss.

"You used to be a helper here, and he's the boss. So, he forced you to marry him?"

Yanni was stunned.

Tails stared:

"For example, if you don't marry him, you won't have a job?"

Grove behind the counter shuddered:

"No—"

Looking at her husband's fear, Yanni also came back to her senses and said in a trembling voice:

"I, of course not!"

"I, I'm voluntary. ”

"Voluntary?"

Tails raised his voice and looked at Grove, but he had a condescending illusion:

"You could have had a better choice. ”

"It doesn't have to be him. ”

Cohen, who reappeared from the hidden corner, happened to encounter this scene and was stunned for a second: "Huh?"

Grove was about to speak, but when he saw Cohen and Glove's size, he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

Yanni bit her lower lip and grabbed her husband's hand:

"I, I-"

Tails turned his head and looked at Yanni with a look that regained tenderness:

"It just so happens that I need a maid. ”

"You can have a better job, a better life, a more decent environment, and even a better home. ”

Yanni was stunned.

Grove's face turned earthy.

Tails laughed:

"What do you say?"

Cohen reacted to what was happening.

"Hey, Thai, uh, Wya," the vigilante officer said with a look of disbelief, and said righteously:

"I'm going to talk about this, you are robbing the people's girls like this......"

But he didn't finish.

Tails gave him a look, and Cohen was once again covered by Glove's grappling advantage, dragged into the corner, and became silent again.

At this moment, the voice of another spoiler came from behind him.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Tai, Palace, King, Uh," Morris coughed, and finally found a suitable title:

"My little friend!"

He stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"You know, our customs here are different from those in the Northlands, and this ...... is in vogue from time to time."

But Tailsley ignored it, just stared at the stunned young woman.

"What do you say," said the prince softly:

"Yanni?"

Yanni froze, fear, surprise, and countless emotions spread at the same time, as if some of them couldn't react.

Morris frowned, and Grove on the other side was almost crying.

"Don't rush, think slowly. ”

"I'll walk around a little longer. ”

Tails smiled and turned to walk back to the shelves.

Morris frowned, looked at Yanny and Grove, and then at Tails.

"Why?"

The fat man kept up with Tails, his tone displeased, revealing the unhappiness of the boss when his authority was interfered with.

Tails didn't look back at the shelves, and chuckled:

"I like it. ”

Morris took a few deep breaths, and his expression returned to normal.

"No, I'm asking ......"

The fat man narrowed his eyes, showing the shrewdness of a businessman:

"Why did the Black Prophet do this, and what did the Kingdom Secret Department want?"

"The dignified kingdom intelligence agency, instead of reconnoitring Exeter's military trends, and not understanding the political situation of the Misty Three Kingdoms, mobilized manpower and material resources to engage in a few street gangster gang business?"

Tails looked back and sighed with some emotion that the black boss's ability to control his emotions was as high as that of a high-ranking person.

The prince looked at him:

"You really don't know?"

Maurice shook his head:

"It's like I don't understand, why does a dignified prince condescend to come to us in such a muddy place and 'talk' to us mud-legged people?"

There was skepticism in his tone.

Tails stared at him quietly, recalling the moment when the other party revealed his identity.

Even if you are born in a mustard and wander the streets, there are characters who cannot be underestimated.

Let alone......

Strictly speaking, it's the Brotherhood of the Black Streets.

It's the territory of the Black Sword.

Black sword.

Thinking of the man who was so strong that he could be as tough as a magician, Tails faded away from contempt and did not dare to slack off.

"First of all, although the Black Prophet is still alive, the specific affairs of the secret department have long been arranged by him. ”

The prince returned to the state of negotiation and said solemnly:

"The successor is not famous, but he is young, enterprising, and unpredictable. ”

Morris frowned, rubbed his chin and began to think.

"Secondly, we all understand that maybe the Brotherhood of the Black Street has risen too quickly and has mixed personnel, and maybe the Blood Vial Gang is too old and weak to get up, and its power is not as good as before......"

Tails' eyes froze:

"But you, neither of you are simple street thugs. ”

"Whether it's the Black Sword, or behind the scenes of the Blood Vials. ”

Morris rubbed his chin with his fingers.

This damned prince.

How much does he really know?

"As for why the secret department did this, why did it attack the two gangsters who were closer to the bottom, I don't know. ”

Tails stood coldly between the shelves and folded his arms:

"I neither care nor care about the details of Myco's operations. ”

I don't like it even more.

Morris rolled his eyes:

"Don't know?"

He sneered:

"So what exactly do you want to talk to me about, and how can you help me?"

"When you come here, are you really just like an ordinary gentleman, putting a few cruel words, shopping, looking at the scenery, and flirting with women?"

Morris glanced at the counter, revealing a fleeting viciousness:

"A day trip to Downtown?"

But Tails smiled,

"I'm looking for medicine. ”

Morris Meal:

"What?"

"You know, winter is coming again," Tails sighed:

"Prepare clothes to keep out the cold, prepare medicine to cure the disease. ”

Morris was silent for a moment, then smiled again, looking cheesy and rude and straightforward:

"Don't play dumb riddles, we're really sister culture. ”

At this moment, Tails suddenly raised his head and said loudly to Yanni, who was whispering to Grove:

"Are all the typhoid medicines here?"

Yanni and Grove were startled.

"Yes, yes, some are in the storeroom......" Yanni said tremblingly.

Tails smiled:

"Good. ”

The boy lowered his head again and picked up the goods.

Morris raised his head, his brow furrowed:

"You don't look like you have typhoid fever. ”

Tails nodded, then shook his head again: "Not like for the time being." ”

Morris snorted:

"And there is certainly no shortage of doctors in the palace. ”

Tails snorted, and suddenly said:

"Why?"

"In the past six years, you have grown inch by inch in the battle with the Blood Bottle Gang, winning every inch, have you ever wondered why?"

Morris was stunned.

"You, the Black Street Brotherhood has only been on the rise for more than a decade, as a rootless, self-organized, well, civil society," Tails looked up, settling in trouble:

"Why is it going so well?"

Hearing the news about himself, Morris became serious again, he thought for a moment, and sneered: "We are younger, better organized, less burdened, stronger-willed, and more strategically far-reaching. ”

He took a step forward:

"Again, six years ago, we had a big fight on Red Square Street, and the Blood Bottle Gang-"

But Tails shook his head decisively and interrupted him:

"Nope. ”

Morris froze.

I saw that the prince also took a step forward, met Morris's eyes, and was categorical:

"Because the kingdom needs you. ”

Tails said slowly:

"The situation needs you"

"The times need you. ”

Morris was stunned.

What the?

What does the kingdom need?

But Tails didn't give him a chance to ask a rhetorical question, turned around and continued:

"As an underground force entrenched in the kingdom, and a black glove that is not afraid of dirt, for decades, the Blood Vial Gang has been unclear with many places, and the transfer of interests and the binding of relationships are even more deep-rooted. ”

Speaking of which, Tails must have looked at:

"For example, the Iris family of the South Shore Collar: Cavendier. ”

Morris was thoughtful.

Tails paused, scrutinizing a jar of typhoid elixir.

"That's right, between the king and the princes, between the central and the local, between the royal capital and the whole territory......"

Tails' gaze gradually drifted in:

"From the very beginning, the Blood Vial Gang, which started by smuggling across the border, chose or fell on the side with the most extensive power and deepest roots, but it was also the most difficult to eliminate. ”

"To drive others forward is to be blessed by others. ”

Tails stared at the potion in his hand:

"It's something I've only figured out since I've been in politics for years. ”

It is also the reason why they have been deeply rooted for decades and have been hit hard by the kingdom officials many times, but they are still flourishing and standing. ”

Morris didn't speak, just frowned and pondered.

"Otherwise, six years ago, you would have snatched the entire Red Square Street, and you would have even taken advantage of the victory to pursue and grab more," Tails sneered as he put the potion back, remembering the experience that changed his fate that night:

"Why spit back half of the territory you have grabbed, and make peace with the Blood Vial Gang that has been greatly injured, and demarcate the border and rule?"

Morris scratched his chin, and his confused gaze returned to clear:

"That's a lot of fun to listen to. ”

"It's more fun to play. Tails said decisively.

He jerked around and looked directly at Maurice.

"Although they are all gangsters, they are all gangsters, and they are fighting blood, but the blood vial gang has deep roots in its great cause, and the brotherhood has its roots in the grassroots," Tails' eyes were blazing, as if burning the air:

"It stands to reason that you can't be their opponent – when the referee and the dealer are on the same side, you're still playing. ”

Morris pursed his lips, his face serious.

"But we are winning. He hissed and retorted.

"Yes. Tails nodded in acknowledgement.

"You are winning!"

But then his eyes became even hotter, and his voice became a blade, and the words were like knives:

"Not for anything else. ”

"Because of a series of events that have happened in recent years......"

The Duke of Star Lake's voice was magical:

"Because there is already a ...... to succeed the throne"

"Because the rule of the royal family is gradually consolidated......"

"Because the political situation in the kingdom is becoming clearer......"

"Because the national power of the stars is recovering ......"

"Because of the inevitable decline of the kingdom of Exeter......"

"Because the border turmoil is no longer there, the stars have to get rid of the pressure......"

"You can win. ”

Tails is categorical:

"In six years, and even eighteen years after the bloody year, the chess game of the entire star has changed dramatically, and the offensive and defensive positions have changed. ”

"The Central, the South Shore, the North, the East Sea, the Western Wilderness, the Blade, when the traditional heroes of these places either bow their heads and submit to weakness, or restrain themselves, or fall down with exhaustion......"

Morris was a little nonchalant at first, but as Tails' words deepened, he gradually became serious.

"When grain and agriculture, maritime trade, iron smelting, wine, salt making, and tobacco were in turmoil because of the disgrace of the royal family, the chain of huge interests that had once scattered all over the border was re-incorporated and redistributed......"

"When a place like Camp Bladetooth, when the local lords, nobles, and officials are powered, with the arrival of the royal standing army and the king's officials, the cards are repeatedly shuffled, and they will not return to the past......"

Morris's brow fluctuated back and forth, unable to stop.

"When the Blood Bottle Gang, who have been drawing gray nutrition from these hollows, when they lose their local ties and umbrellas, when they lose their sources of flesh and food, when they lose their backers and confidence......"

"When their letters to the Cavendier family beg for help, they never returned as the iris re-surrendered to the nine-pointed star, and the stone sank into the sea......"

Tails' voice grew calmer and heavier:

"The hundred-year-old 'gangster aristocrats', the Blood Bottle Gang, how can they not be weak, rotten, or fall?"

He stared at Morris's already visibly shaken eyes:

"How can you, the nascent challengers, not win and grow stronger?"

Morris swallowed, his brow serious.

Tails rolled his eyes, exhaled, and looked at the small pharmacy and knew at a glance that it was the delicate furnishings made by the hostess:

"After the chariot of the kingdom has run over, you, the Black Street Brotherhood, as the representative of the desire and struggle of the bottom of the kingdom, as a new underground force without roots and no foundation, as the most ruleless supernumerary force outside the official department that has long been eroded by the local aristocracy......"

Tails raised his hand to him, squeezing slowly in the air.

It's like crushing something.

"With the acquiescence of the royal power, the cannibalization of the body of the Blood Vial Gang after it has fallen is naturally logical and unimpeded, and the water is even more devastating. ”

Maurice stared blankly at Tails' hand.

"This is the truth that your Brotherhood of the Black Street has been able to completely shake their underground hegemony and usher in a golden age in more than ten years. ”

Tails' fist shook suddenly, and his voice tightened:

"You won, not for anything else. ”

The prince's eyes were like a sword, and he stabbed forward silently:

"It is because of the Kingdom's needs. ”