雅拉!黑松酒!然后——还有十几个!"
嘈杂昏暗的夕阳酒吧里,奎德喘着粗气,躺在吧台上,一杯接一杯地往嘴里倒酒.
"嘿嘿,大个子,没钱买小费,就没有黑松酒了!"
站在吧台后面的雅拉一脸不悦地端起两大杯黑松酒,毫不客气地砸在吧台上,"看在你父亲的份上,这是最后两杯!这里有三十个 秒喝完酒,然后离开这里!你每坐一个小时,我们酒吧的利润,不,整个地下街都会下降10%!
奎德已经因为喝酒而有些头晕,但即使在人满为患的酒吧里,雅拉波火热的声音仍然能远远听到.感受着周围酒鬼们的目光和心中可能的笑容,奎德觉得有一阵火光.
我是"血斧"奎德罗达,当年让整个市中心都感到恐惧.如果不是那件事——现在怎么可能连酒吧女郎都敢欺负我?
就连比自己晚出道两年的光头斯宾塞,也敢对乞丐自嘲,嘲笑自己的话——
草!
"一个没有眼睛的小妞!"奎德咬了咬牙,摇了摇沉重的头,站起身来,伸手抓住雅拉的手,把她拖过吧台来到他身边,恶狠狠地吼道:"我说!一打黑松酒!
整个酒吧都陷入了沉默.
闹市区是永兴市著名的混乱之地,地下街是闹市区有名的混乱之地——尤其是十年前黑街兄弟会接管之后,夕阳吧就是这个混乱之地的运营中心嗯,夕阳吧里的人,基本要么是属于黑街兄弟会的人, 或者来到黑街兄弟会的人.
所以当奎德抓住雅拉的手大喊大叫时,酒吧里的每个人都像是在欣赏表演,没有发出声音,也没有阻止他们.
奎德的脑袋越来越晕,但他还是觉得自己抓着的手腕是那么的光滑柔嫩,淡淡的香味从雅拉身上淡淡的传来,在酒吧烛台昏暗的灯光下,雅拉的棕色短发近在眼前显得利落整齐,光滑的脸庞和细腻的轮廓显得比平时更清晰, 所以奎德想了很多.
亚拉似乎也被他吓坏了,惊讶地看着这个曾经的金牌得主,现在落魄的酒鬼.
当耳边喝酒的人的声音消失后,头晕目眩的奎德隐约感到满足.他觉得自己的行为得到了应有的重视.
但很快,当他将目光转移到雅拉身上时,他逐渐清醒了过来.
于是刚才鲁莽的喜悦,渐渐变成了恐惧和颤抖.
Yala Sariton,Quaid是为数不多的知道她全名的人之一.这个美丽的女人——奎德在脑海中回忆着父亲告诉他"离她远点"的事情,以及他在日落酒吧的几次所见所闻.
而这个辛辣诱人的"酒吧女郎"此刻正用俏皮的眼神盯着他.
奎德的下巴开始不自觉地颤抖:
"雅拉,那个,我不是..."
But before Quaid could react——
"Tap!"
His hand holding Yala was slammed back by the latter!
In the next second, the middle finger and index finger of Quaid's hand were folded backwards!
Then came a piercing pain.
"Ahh!"
Quaid cried out in pain, his face deformed.
But it wasn't over yet, Yala clasped his outstretched hand fiercely, and pulled it hard in the opposite direction of the elbow joint!
"Crack!"
"Ah! No! Yala! Sister Yala! I—I was wrong—I shouldn't—ah!"
The sound of elbow dislocation came out at the same time as Quaid's scream.
Quaid didn't finish his begging for mercy.
This neat woman turned over with her strength, stepped onto the bar with her slender left leg in ultra-short leather pants, and smashed hard on Quaid's neck!
"Good job, little Yala! You didn't embarrass the boss!"
"With this skill, you can apply for the end swordsman training!"
"He actually wore safety pants!"
"I swear I saw it! I bet, she's wearing black!"
The drinkers around them resumed the excitement of drinking and drinking, one by one booing for Yala.
"Listen, you gorilla!"
Yala stared fiercely at Quaid, who was crushed out of breath. She stood behind the bar with one foot, her left leg pressed against the bar, and her right hand clasped Quaid's outstretched arm. .
She slowly pulled out a strangely shaped knife from the holster on the boot on her left leg - the blade and handle were not in a straight line, and looked like a wolf's leg from a distance.
Then, without changing his face, he stabbed it vertically on Quaid's palm!
The tip of the knife was nailed into the bar.
The booing from the drinkers became louder.
"Woohoo!" Quaid burst into tears from the pain, but he could only make a sound like a pig whining under the pressure of his neck.
Yala slowly lowered her upper body, unfolded her perfect flexibility, approached Quaid's tearful face, whistled and smiled.
Then his face turned fierce and fierce, and he pronounced the words in a rhythmic (but chilling) and amorous voice:
"Quaid Rhoda—"
"I don't care whose son you are, and I don't care what kind of beggar leader you are, or what kind of thug who collects black accounts—"
"But you fucking, listen to me—"
"From now until the end of the world—"
"If you dare to show up in my old lady's bar—"
"I'll put you, down, face, that, say, son—"
"Piece by piece—"
"Chop into pieces—"
"Mix it into the wine—"
"One bite at a time—"
"Down it for you—"
"Do you understand? Trash!"
When Quaid cried and escaped from the Sunset Bar while protecting his pierced right palm under the laughter of the drinkers and Yala's contemptuous eyes, Yala clapped her palm and wiped it clean with disgust on her face. The blood on the wolf's leg knife seemed to be stained not with blood, but with the slime of hell demons.
Yala turned her head unhappily, and saw those drinkers who were still staring at the bar, many of them had ulterior motives and lustful eyes.
"What are you looking at! Whoever dares to look again will pay twice the price for the drink!"
After throwing down a harsh word and diverting the drinker's attention from her back to the wine, Yala threw down the rag viciously and walked into the back kitchen.
"Is this enough? According to what you said, I specifically said about his 'that talk'."
Yala grabbed a bottle of white wine, and a multi-purpose knife suddenly appeared in the heart of her left hand, and she picked the cork off the bottle neatly.
"Of course, of course, Miss Yala." In the back kitchen, Quaid's deputy and the actual manager of the beggar business, Nar Rick lightly raised the black top hat on his head, and nodded with a smile: "I hope he Can be restrained, from unrestrained drinking to endless beating of beggars, the fraternity can't keep wiping his ass."
"What you want to say is that you can't keep wiping his ass." Yala quickly took a sip of wine, and Rick suddenly felt that this rude gesture was more appropriate and fresh and attractive on Yala.
"That's right, because the interests of the fraternity are my interests." Rick smiled and touched the back of his neck unconsciously.
"Are you sure it really works? Why do I think that a person like him will cause even bigger troubles when he returns? Like venting his anger on your beggar?"
You really know him, Rick thought.
"Actually, I don't know whether it will work or not, because I don't know him well, but," Rick shook his head helplessly—this is already his signature gesture of showing innocence and sincerity—and said: "He has gotten worse recently, three A few days ago, for a ridiculous reason, a seedling I was optimistic about was beaten up, if it weren't for that child who was relatively smart, there would be one more seedling who died in Quaid's hands."
I didn't know you were so generous and righteous, Yala rolled her eyes in her heart.
Speaking of which, Rick's gaze suddenly became firm.
"So I decided that it can't go on like this. He must be warned—otherwise, sooner or later, he will ruin my hard-working business."
"Okay, you don't need to explain to me so many reasons why 'I have to kill my boss'."
Yala yawned and waved Rick to leave.
"I didn't say I wanted to kill him—"
"Speaking of which, pay the agreed reward as soon as possible, I only accept cash," Yala interrupted Rick, she drank the white wine lazily, stuck out her tongue and licked the last drop from the mouth of the bottle. mouth - this action made Rick's heart flutter - "Also, you still have to pay for the drink he owed today."
Especially - Yala narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Rick who took off his hat and went away.
——Don't think that I don't know, you mixed Quaid's wine today.
Others can't recognize it, but I, Yala from the Sunset Bar, can clearly see that what Quaid drank was high-strength Chaka spirits.
Different from the alcohol that makes people intoxicated, Chaka wine is often given to death row prisoners in shackles on the Western Front who are preparing to charge. The drunken people can move without hindrance, but their minds are not clear.
So, Gnar Rick—are you sure it's because you have too much money to spend instead of really wanting to kill him?
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When Quaid returned to the big stone gate in front of the abandoned house full of shame, pain, and drunkenness—he didn't live in the headquarters of the Black Street, Quaid felt that anyone inside who knew the inside story seemed to be staring at him when he saw him. Looking at his lower body——, two thugs in a hurry happened to pass behind the wall, and their chatter was heard from afar.
"Have you heard? The beggars are spreading a rumor that Boss Quaid is no longer a man—"
"What do you mean? Can he still turn into a woman?"
"Fool, it means that Quaid was eunuched! I heard that it was in a haunted house when collecting bills on Karima Street several years ago-it was left after the Earl of Norfolk and his family were hanged That room—a very strange thing happened, everyone said that a female ghost in red cut off his lower part, and it was clean."
At that moment, Quaid felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his head.
The next moment, out of control, he roared angrily, jumped out from behind the wall, and tightly strangled one of the thugs by the neck!
"Who! Who said that! What bastard!"
"Which bastard!"
"I'm going to kill him!"
The other thug retreated a few steps in panic.
Quaid ruthlessly pressed the person in his hand to the ground, tightening his grip more and more, but the pierced right palm was a bit too strong.
After all, he was the famous thug leader of the fraternity back then, and he was also a top fighter at the mortal level. Even though years of decadence had caused his physical fitness to decline and his skills to decline, as long as he didn't face the female snitch from the Surridon family just now, he could still Winning over an ordinary thug, especially now, Quaid felt that the anger all over his body had turned into endless energy.
"Boss Quaid—it was just a rumor, we didn't believe it—ah!" Quaid looked up like a wild beast!
The thug who was defending was frightened back a step.
But he immediately saw that the other companion's face was already pale, and he breathed out more than breathed in.
The thug who couldn't keep backing faced Quaid's fierce light, his face was full of fear: "Ah, yes, it's all rumors spread by those beggars, boss, it's really not our fault, you, you go ask those rumors Beggar will know!"
"Crack!" This was the sound of a broken neck.
The thug who was strangled by Quaid was already out of breath.
And Quaid slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes were filled with a murderous light, the aftertaste of drinking tonight was so strong that he was gradually losing even the last bit of reason.
The remaining thugs were trembling all over. Seeing that the situation was not good, they yelled and scrambled away.
Quaid wanted to chase, but he was so drunk that he couldn't run because his steps were unsteady.
He took a couple of breaths, looked at the corpses under his feet, felt puzzled, and kicked a few more times before shaking his head and walking towards more than twenty abandoned houses.
Quaid didn't think about why the thugs who patrolled tonight (which is very necessary to keep an eye on Beggar) didn't show up at all. He just had a drive in his mind, and he only wanted to find those who laughed at him.
Then, torture them to death one by one.
Quaid, who had just killed someone, felt as if a long-lost shackle had been released from his mind, and he had returned to the past days of earning a living by knife.
These damned little thieves, he thought viciously, since he dared to spread rumors, he will make you pay the price.
Damn you little thief.
The escaped thug tremblingly climbed out of the large stone gate of the abandoned house, and bumped into Rick under the tree outside the gate.
"Mr. Rick!" Seeing Rick, the thug seemed to have seen a savior, "Boss Quaid——Quaid is crazy! Didn't you say, didn't you say that we must escape? In the end, we didn't even have a word." After finishing speaking, Quaid--" The thug was already out of breath with fear, and couldn't speak clearly.
"Pearson failed to escape? He, was he given by Quaid?" Rick seemed taken aback.
After getting the thug's crying confirmation, Rick shook his head sadly: "It's my fault, I thought that Quaid would hide in shame when he heard the news——There is no way, you go and close the big stone gate , lock Quaid in the abandoned housing area, then prepare the carriage, and we will set off immediately."
"Okay——Mr. Rick, where are we going?" The thug, who was still in shock, nodded when he heard that he was about to leave, without even thinking about what to do with the beggars who were also inside.
"Go to the headquarters and find Boss Morris."
Seeing the thugs rushing to the big stone gate, reaching out to close the double gate and inserting the stone lock, Rick's face suddenly became serious.
Now, Quaid will definitely look for all the beggars, and there must be someone that the "ghost" wants among them.
I have brought up today's work and rest time, and it's not very late yet. Quaid has most of the night to take care of those beggars.
Whether it's beating or killing, that ghost, that assassin, has to be concerned. Since he is interested in beggars, what will he do when these beggars encounter disaster?
First of all, I definitely have no time to come and find myself.
If he was looking for a beggar, Quaid would be killed by him, so that the Black Street Brotherhood would take over here tomorrow, and he would have no trouble.
If he came to kill some beggars, he might watch Quaid (this is very possible, never underestimate the filth in noble families) kill all the beggars, and then his troubles would be solved.
In short, that trouble, the problem of the big man's family, the coldness of the back of my neck, will all be resolved tonight.
Otherwise, one day, that ghost who can't find the target will come to him head-on. Rick doesn't think that these lackeys of the big family will have a good temper, and he doesn't think that after meeting the other party, he will still Can fully see the sun the next day.
It's not that Rick has thought about pretending to be sick for a month, or simply please transfer to another place, and run away from that terrible ghost as far as possible until it finds what it wants.
However, Rick, who was going well the day before, suddenly got sick or went away strangely. Didn't he explain to the ghost "I know your existence" and then bet his life on the kindness of the ghost that "does not involve the innocent"?
There must be another safe, unsuspecting scapegoat to thwart the ghost's attempts.
Boss Quaid—I'm going to trouble you again this time! Rick thought lightly.
It's a pity that these beggars are gone, that Thales, and that Karak. And afterward, there is also a chance that I will suffer due to poor supervision, but compared with my own life and future——
At this time, the thug who escaped by chance drove the carriage from a distance.
Rick nodded to him, gave an encouraging and comforting smile, and walked to the carriage.
Then, he took out the miniature retractable crossbow from his arms, and shot the bolt soaked in the poisonous bluegrass into the wide open mouth of the surprised thug.
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When Rick made that decision—which was never known to the world, but still profoundly affected the fate of the kingdom—the night, because of the early rest, the beggars in the sixth house were led by Thales. Next, sitting next to the fire that was finally lit, counting today's harvest.
"The woman in black gave eight coppers. I heard that her youngest son just passed away from typhoid fever not long ago. No wonder she is so generous."
"Milara, with drooping ears, gave us all the copper coins left over from grocery shopping—oh, only two."
With a smile on his face, Xin Ti counted out the coins one by one and piled them to the left. Thales nodded, grabbed a sharp stone, and drew two "positive" characters on the ground.
"The skinny guy in the highland boots wouldn't give the money, so Ryan and I taught him a lesson."
Kailit took out a card and looked at the words on it distressedly: "But he only has this card in his arms, but I don't know what it is for."
"That's the access card for the National Academy of Sciences, the Canxing Great Library, which is in the upper city, five blocks away from us," Thales said after examining the card, "That skinny man must be A scholar from a foreign college—I don't know if it's a philosopher or a scientist, but judging by his desolate appearance, he might be a literary scholar."
"Wow! Thales, you actually know the words on it!" Kolia and Ned looked at Thales with admiration.
"How is it possible!" Thales shrugged, looking at the vague hope in the eyes of the two children, "No one has ever taught us to read and count—I only knew it when I saw the emblem of the book on the back of the card ."
However, Thales thought to himself that he was already teaching himself characters, such as the words on the signs of "Sunset Bar", "Grove Pharmacy", and "National Academy of Sciences", and his previous memories made him understand Knowledge generates inexplicable respect and admiration, and thus does not miss any opportunity to learn and accumulate.
Being able to sit freely at the desk and absorb the wisdom of the predecessors - Thales raised his dusty hands, looked at the calluses that had been ground prematurely due to all day hard work, touched his stomach that was not full at all, and sighed One breath - it is really a kind of happiness.
Thales no longer remembers the scene of his time travel. To be precise, those memories before time travel were retrieved bit by bit as the child Thales gradually grew up and his brain gradually took shape.
His memory from the age of two to three was scattered and sparse, just like a real two-year-old child, he only remembered a piece of sticky blood red (he didn't know why the color could be described as "sticky"). A black stone house filled with cries of babies, a bony woman—until he later learned it was Beth the Black Widow, the headmaid responsible for raising the newest children of the fraternity.
Thales was sent to the abandoned house when he was three years old, and since then, the memory of his previous life has gradually become clearer, and the scene that flashes back to his mind the most is him sitting at a desk, looking between the books and the computer Walking around, or sitting in a classroom, discussing something with a dozen young people (or a middle-aged or elderly professor) in various costumes. UU Reading www.uknshu
But that was already an illusion.
In the past four years, Thales managed to maintain the survival of the beggars in the sixth house in the life of beggars in the lower city full of beatings, bullying, darkness, crime and death.
Compared with the graduate student whose brain was more developed than his body in his previous life, the four-year beggar career brought Thales many new skills, such as acting skills to win sympathy, pickpocketing without anyone noticing, clever and quiet eavesdropping Scouting, blaming rivals through street co-op, and more.
During this period, Thales also made a lot of preparations beyond the scope of a beggar, such as building a good relationship with people of different classes (in the downtown area, "different classes" probably means "different classes of inferior people"), and secretly inquiring about brothers The secrets of the meeting, arranging several secret locations, hiding some inventory (on this point, Quaid was really right) and so on.
That's right, Thales is not prepared to obediently accept the fate that this world bestows upon him. He will not be a beggar who keeps his own law and order, nor will he become a thug or thief of the fraternity, and he is not interested in staging any "gangster situation" in Yongxing City.
He wants to escape.
Then, go live your own life and be a free person.
At least it's more free than it is now.
Just step by step, following the plan he had made - Thales looked towards the corner of the room, where there was an inconspicuous stone slab.
I can-
"No! Kara!"
At this moment, from the 17th room next door, there was a sudden exclamation mixed with fear and panic.
Soon, Thales will learn the most important lesson after his time travel, that is: Accidents always come suddenly.