Chapter 508 Hometown

Blue sky, white clouds, sunny day, breeze.

Under the high-flying double cross star, the standing army belonging to the central collar neatly bypassed the city wall and went to the military camp in the southern suburbs of Wangdu.

Dozens of riders wore cloaks, surrounded by a carriage, leaving the team early and heading to Yongxing City.

City Gate, the notified city defense team acted early, restricted the flow of people, cleared the passage, and followed the rules for the special messenger to drive the accustomed people to the other side of the avenue. After the city defense officer saw the warrants and badges of the leader, Congratulations to the dozens of hidden knights entering the city.

From the maids who drove freely to the merchants who were in a hurry, many passers-by curiously pointed at the people, especially the one of them, but no one was particularly surprised.

Compared with the local people, the residents of Wangdu can be regarded as knowledgeable, not shocked, and they are born with superiority. Even the stars of the year are the major events of the conference acknowledging the second prince, and there are still rare things that can be alarmed. they?

Then, the carriages surrounded by the knights smoothly passed through the gates, entered the main road, and continued to move forward in the curious eyes of the roadside people.

Among the team, a figure that looked even thinner than others was on the saddle.

"His Royal Highness," Gilbert slowly caught up and nodded with a good understanding:

"Welcome back to Yongxing City."

"Welcome home."

The thin figure did not answer, only a slight tremor.

Yongxing City.

Family.

He looked at the city guard tower that passed over his head, and sighed under the cloak.

A few seconds later, Tyres turned his head and squeezed out a slightly disappointing smile:

"Thank you."

The knight's team hurried, the prince under the cloak no longer spoke, and the interesting Gilbert did not speak.

Family.

Tyres felt the tremor of the horseshoe stepping on the road. In the gap between the bodyguards, he looked at everything around him silently:

The main road connecting countless alleys and roads, such as cake-like cut-off houses, opened in various shops under the swaying signboard...

The citizens who are surrounded by the bulletin board in the city, the women who carry the tubs to the shepherd’s clothes with one hand, stand in the middle of the road, and look at the foreigners who are full of ignorance...

An impetuous squad, the driver who drove the horse, stood on the corner of the wooden box, red-eared red ritual sacrifices, the neat team of the security team and the police officer...

It's like a picture of a scene.

but……

"strange……"

Tyles whispered subconsciously, and he felt his eyebrows were a bit heavy and his lips tightened subconsciously.

A wonderful and unspeakable feeling, unstoppable in the heart, but halfway through the moment before the spurt.

Just like the bucket of water dripping to the well, the lanyard was released and returned to the well.

There are countless splashes and echoes.

Let him lose something.

After the scene of "sending the sword", the royal guards around him - including Doyle with a slick tongue and the expressionless Glover - all became energetic, straight and separated from Tyres. Far away, no longer like on the road, from time to time secretly aiming at the Duke of Xinghu.

Only Gilbert stayed on his side and whispered:

"Duke of the Duke, you stayed in the north all the year round, and the memory of Yongxing City has faded. This is normal..."

Taylors woke up from complex thoughts.

Gilbert still calmly said, continue:

"For example, the road we entered into the city, it belongs to the section of Grace Avenue, a little chaotic, because it is closer..."

Just at this time.

"West Gate."

The voice of His Royal Highness is coming:

"I know."

Gilbert discourses.

Tyres slowly looked up and looked into the distance with emotions that he could not understand:

“It’s close to the West Gate...”

Xichengmen.

The voice of the Duke of Xinghu is like the remnant of the empty valley, the clear stream meteorite.

With an inexplicable embarrassment.

Gilbert gave a glimpse.

To his surprise, the Duke just paused for a while and snorted.

“It’s the most interesting place in Yongxing City – farmers, hawkers, messengers, bureaucrats, police officers, soldiers, sacrifices, jealousy, brave adventurers, curious tourists, despicable foreigners...”

"You can find everyone in the kingdom here."

Tyres stared at the roads and shunned the crowds of their knights, as if they were watching the most interesting storybooks.

"But be careful, don't accidentally squeeze into the clean and tidy main road, but still refuse to leave."

"Otherwise, the dedicated city defense team and the security team will tell you what is the authority of the king."

"Because on this, even a mane of a famous horse may be worth a life of a stray child."

Or more than one life.

Tyres looked at the floor tiles under the horseshoes with enthusiasm.

At that moment, Gilbert looked at Taylors with a complex expression.

"there……"

With a slightly unseen smile, Tyres pointed to a long way in the distance:

"I remember that direction went down to the city."

The voice of the duke rang quietly:

"If you go that way, you will first arrive at the Grand Bazaar."

Gilbert frowned slightly, and he stopped talking.

But Tyres is just looking at that direction:

"The price is cheap, the goods are diverse, and it is a paradise for the local poor to seek life, but it also has its own rules, and the insider is quite deep. It is the **** that foreigners have come to first."

“The roads in the big market are not good, the geography is messy, and the layout is complicated. Many hawker stalls have taken root and become nails, but on the other hand, it is easier to hide and hide, and of course, the barricade.”

“Half of the fixed vendors are going to have a relationship with the Black Street brothers, and some are secretly communicating with the blood bottles. Because the supply is complicated and difficult to track, the big market is the best for dealing with illegal goods. channel."

It is also the place with the most tourists and fat sheep.

Tyres thought silently.

"His Royal Highness..." Gilbert was about to say something, but Tyres interrupted him again.

"If you continue to the north, after crossing the big market, there will be a dirt road going down to the smelly ditch and the sewer."

In the eyes of Taylors, there is a sentimental memory:

"The site belongs to the Iron Bat Association. The earliest members came from the bottom of the clean-up people and digging people. They lived in the water network that distributed the whole city. They used the land to do the trafficking, smuggling and drug trafficking. The sinister private thing."

Taylors stunned:

"But they know the truth, they are one of the first gangs to surrender to the Black Street Brotherhood, and they have been able to survive until now. If you have black goods on hand and are not afraid of death, you may get a good price from them. ""

Or deep regret.

The team turned a corner and turned to another avenue. The bustling noises in front of it grew louder and louder, accompanied by rhythmic melody music and eager yelling.

"Run! The ignorant northerners! Run! Because you will all be destroyed here! Because I have come, bring disaster!" A sorghum voice sounded through the crowd.

There was a row of stone-built high-rise houses in front of the Royal Guards. There was a stage on the square in front of the high house. Many people gathered around the stage and pointed at the actors on the stage.

"The Temple of the Night," Taylors crossed the backs of several knights, watched the actors performing on the stage, listened to the music in his ears, and looked back at the idolatry again. He was responsible for the funeral. Temple of Funeral:

"The only temple outside the Morning Star area in Yongxing City."

This time, Gilbert listened quietly.

“Their dramas have never been cost-effective, renovating every year, from the stage sound effects to the props and actors are great, there are also no shortage of viewers – there are too many people who like to watch the lively in Wang Duoli.”

But Thales snorted:

"Unfortunately, it’s all rotten books. It’s not that the night is inexplicable. Everyone will save the human beings, that is, the night will rule the world. Maybe the night church thinks that as long as it repeats more, the world will regard this as the truth."

Of course, maybe they are right.

and many more.

Speaking of this, Tyres looked at the stage with a large red tentacle costume, like an octopus, a sweaty but still struggling fat actor, aware that something wrong:

"What is it today?"

At this point, a peaceful, indifferent male voice inserts their conversation:

"The night is near the dragon."

Thales and Gilbert went back and saw the leader of the team. The watchman, Lord Marcus, came to them:

"Today is Monday, they are going to play some big scenes."

Mallos looked at the dramatic stage that was so fluent:

"The performance is on a continent that is unknown to people. The disaster is alive, ravaging the north, and even killing a king."

Disaster.

north.

king.

Tyres' face changed slightly.

Mallos looked at the funny actor dressed as a big octopus and continued:

"At the last moment, the **** of the night came, it showed power and summoned the dragon, so when the night was over, the disaster was defeated and disappeared."

Tyres picked an eyebrow.

Dragon.

Night is all right.

“Really?” the prince frowned.

Mallos snorted and Gilbert took the call:

"A few years ago, when the news of the change of Longyan City was passed to Wangdu, what kind of rumors were there."

The foreign minister shook his head helplessly:

"Since then, the disaster and the end of the world have become popular again."

Disaster.

The end of the world.

Tyres looked at the red octopus on the stage that was "big smashing":

"Then, the Temple of the Night, thinks that the disaster is the monster, the multi-headed snake?"

Mallos is silent.

The stage was thrown behind them, away from sight.

After a second, the watchman nodded and looked down on the prince:

"if not?"

Tyres had to avoid his sudden sharp eyes and nodded:

"Right."

Mallos is still the look of that face:

"And if you don't mind, Your Royal Highness, the Duke."

Tyres slowly raised his head.

"After six years, you should not know about Yongxing City, especially the lower city," Mallos said with no expression, but his words are quite meaningful:

"After all, everyone knows that you are raised by Lord Mann."

After saying this, Mallos raised the horse and left them only behind.

You shouldn’t know about Yongxing City as well...

Looking at the watchman in front, Tyres’ eyes were dignified:

"he knows?"

"my past?"

Gilbert seemed awkward and he coughed:

"Lord Lord Marques is sent to be your personal guard, to lead your guard, to kneel... naturally trust him."

Lead my guards.

Yes.

His Majesty is trusting him.

His Majesty.

Tyres was still staring at the back of Mallos, only slowly after a while:

"Is it."

Tyres tightened the stables.

"and so……"

"He is the guard of Tells."

"Or the prince and the duke... kiss?"

As soon as this statement came out, Kirbert suddenly spoke.

His face became ugly.

But the foreign minister just bowed his head and did not say anything after all.

The team of the Royal Guard continued to march, crossing an uphill, and they came to another street.

The strange thing is that this street is very broad, but the streets in the daytime are empty, only a few people in a hurry.

Can not help but remind people of the ghost prince tower.

but……

How is this place like this...

This time, Taylors stunned.

At that moment, countless memories poured into his mind.

"I know this place, Gilbert."

The teenager looked around and said:

"Going in from that mouth, inside is..."

Thales is authentic:

"That is..."

Gilbert looked at the direction of the fingers of Tyres, and suddenly his face was red:

"His Royal Highness, you may not know..."

Tyres shook his head.

"I know," the Duke retracted his fingers and calmly looked at the shadowy house in the depths of the street: "That is..."

"Red Square Street."

Taylors only felt that his blood flow seemed to stop for a moment.

"It and the riverside street are divided into two sides of the Shepherd River. It is the southernmost street in the Western District. Although it is not in a good position, it is the place where the most expensive people come from the middle of the night."

He is dull:

“Once, the blood bottle helped almost monopolize the business here.”

"Until six years ago."

Gilbert took a deep breath and then sighed slowly:

"His Royal Highness, Lord Marcus has just reminded..."

But Tyres ignored him.

The young duke stared at the farther and farther mouth, unconsciously holding his chest, his eyes blurred:

"In the past, if you were lucky, you could find unexpected gains here."

such as……

One that is enough to change your destiny...

silver.

Gilbert once again reluctantly sighed, no longer persuaded the prince who was emotionally difficult, but converged his expression and listened quietly.

The pace of the knights kept moving, and soon, more and more things caused Taylors' emotional excitement.

"Do you know, from this direction, after walking through three living quarters packed with inferior people, it is the lower city."

Taylor pointed to a ragged door in the distance:

"Then you will see Black Street."

The legendary Black Street.

In the face of Silent Gilbert, Tyres slowly shook his head and his tone was low:

"The people who want to settle there are either hot enough or brave enough."

Or... desperate enough.

"It's not far from a low-lying street, everyone calls it an underground street."

Underground street.

Thales breathed, and the object that was unknowingly told was out of sight:

“Every time it rains, it will be flooded, so there is always a musty in the house shop there, including the corner pharmacy.”

Grove pharmacy.

The more Taylors said, the more complicated his mood was.

“Except for the Sunset Bar – its location is the best, except for a back alley that is often full of rubbish, but it is better that few people dare to scatter there, that is, be careful to start with the goal. Don't get erroneous."

Sunset bar.

The boy paused for a moment and was a little gazing.

Before a certain figure enters his mind, he promptly accepts emotions:

"And next to the underground street..."

Tyres took a deep breath and looked at the streets of Yongxing City. He only felt his right hand tremble slightly.

Next to Gilbert is close to his lips.

"next to……"

Tyres swallowed his throat.

"That is an abandoned stone house."

His voice became a little trembling.

“Gathered in half of the city, homeless...”

"Wandering children."

The hooves of the team are still the same, and the vigilance of the guards is not diminished.

But the Duke of Xinghu in the team slowly sank.

Even Gilbert has a dignified expression.

After a few seconds.

"Gilbert, I didn't have time to ask."

The voice of the teenager screamed in the air:

"But about the things I have asked you to do during these six years..."

Gilbert's face changed slightly:

"Oh, of course, your collection of certain books, including gifts for the female grandfather..."

But Tyres interrupted him:

"No, Gilbert."

The prince looked up, his eyes narrowed, but he recovered in a few seconds:

"You know what I am talking about."

Tyres stared at Gilbert closely, as if it was the way out of the lost.

Gilbert sighed.

"Just Lord Lords said..."

But the Duke interrupted him again.

"Gilbert."

"I am asking you," said Teres's eyes with a slight urgency:

"please."

The team is still advancing, and unconsciously has left the western part of Yongxing City. The messy roads and ramps have disappeared. Instead, they are wide and flat, horizontal and vertical.

"No, Your Highness."

In the end, Gilbert exhaled a breath and couldn't hide his tiredness:

"I'm very sorry."

Taylors did not speak.

He just waited quietly.

"I have asked the people of the City Hall and the Police Room several times to let them launch several attacks on the Lower City and the West Ring District in the name of Qingshi and Jingjie..."

Sure enough, Gilbert spoke up with words:

"But as you know, every time, in addition to grabbing a few ‘black evil forces’ to appease the people and let people continue to admire social stability and better life...”

Kilbert paused:

"Overnight, those ugly and pickled people and things will disappear and disappear."

Tyres stared at the ground.

Gilbert looked at the expression of the teenager, and some did not dare to face him:

"My friends, they have specifically said what you said - the underground street and the waste house have been swept away."

Gilbert shook his head in disappointment:

"Of course, by convention..."

"On that day, the underground street became a unique antique shop and burial area, as well as stinking garbage dumps. The eyes of the grave-diggers and the corpses were sincere and helpless, and the police officers pleaded and interrogated them. Some trivial thieves, even with a large number of poor people struggling with food and clothing, complained, and forced the official to close."

"And the waste house, too, just like the dozens of inspections in the previous town hall, it turned into an empty garbage dump and an ominous dumping ground. Only a dozen tramp and words are unclear. The madman."

"No one has found it."

Taylors clenched his fist.

At that moment, he only felt that his chest was faint.

It seems that the wound six years ago is still burning.

The team passed by a crowd that seemed to be juggling, and the prince's mount screamed, causing the surrounding horses to shake up uneasy.

The Royal Guards quickly calmed the commotion of the mounts, changed the formation, and stayed away from the juggling group.

But Taylors didn't care about that.

He is thinking about the other.

In the face of power, regardless of the Black Street Brotherhood or the blood bottle, they all have their own methods.

The whole is zero, and the tail is surviving.

Wait until the wind has passed, and then go out to the nest.

And business as usual.

Taylors tried to breathe:

"So... Red Square Street?"

Gilbert is another meal.

"My Highness, I am afraid," Count Caso shook his head:

"My friend's level of power is not enough to openly check the location of Hongfang Street... it is behind..."

Taylor closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"I understand, Gilbert."

The teenager opened his eyes:

"The people you need to know, need those who really understand the market, not the high-ranking government officials who do not know the folks."

Gilbert did not answer immediately and seemed to be thinking about it.

But after a few seconds, he still spoke:

“My friend did recommend me, Your Highness, if you hang on the black market for a reward for them – and of course it’s insignificant for us – it’s not a few months, the useful clues will be like Spring on the table and grow up."

Gilbert's eyes changed slightly:

"And that means, it will give attention to our hearts and minds, leaving traces that cannot be concealed."

Tyres frowned:

"We discussed this six years ago."

Gilbert nodded decisively and looked serious:

"And the conclusions of that time apply equally to today."

Tyres sighed.

Gilbert’s words are still whispering:

“In your position today, it’s not good to be in touch with you – it’s not good for your friends – their best ending is to be drowning in a crowd that no one can find, forget about everything that matters to you. ”

At the end of the day, Gilbert's tone is getting more and more serious.

But Tyres was confused and could not hear.

"What about the secret?"

Tyres ignored the other party's words and asked:

"Have you looked for them? They are the best people to do this."

Gilbert frowned.

"Gilbert?"

Tyres urged.

A few seconds later, the Foreign Secretary finally sighed back:

"In the past few years, when you returned to the country, when the wind was not loud, I tried to ask Lord Hansen."

Lord Hansen.

Hearing this name, Tyres gave birth to a sense of discomfort.

"But in the past few years, his lack of appearance has been significantly reduced, almost never appeared - even the pre-conference."

The tighter the lock of Tyres is:

"Then try the secret..."

Before he finished asking, Gilbert took his words:

"Young wild people, your old age?"

Taylor looked at him and nodded.

"Try it."

Gilbert shook his head blankly:

"But from the top to the bottom of the secret, all the people who can be reached have all denied that they have a cadre named Rafael Lindbergh."

Taylors stunned.

"deny?"

“Even if he was six years ago, he was still unveiled in the Star Hall?”

In the face of the incredible questioning of the prince, Gilbert still shook his head:

"At least in Yongxing City, this person does not exist."

"Or not allowed to be there."

Taylors understood what he meant.

The juvenile asked incredibly:

"The secret department rejected you?"

Gilbert sighed slightly:

"Not sure."

"What do you mean?"

Gilbert patted the horses underneath and seemed to want to find a topic of entry:

"You know, Your Highness, spying on intelligence and planning actions are the specialties of Putier, but my specialty is to focus on those who do these things... and I can see from their attitudes and actions that the Kingdom’s Secrets seem to be ......"

Gilbert raised his head halfway and glanced at Taylor:

"There is a deep...you are obsessed with you."

Taylors stunned.

"I?"

"prejudice?"

The prince reacted, and at that moment, he had a sense of absurdity that was laughed at:

"What a joke?"

"I am the poor man who has been away from home for six years!"

Kirbert just shook his head in anxiety:

"I don't know what they think, but Your Highness..."

"Forgive me again, in the history of the stars, every one has a good relationship with the king and his intelligence chief, and the kingdom secret..."

The team is still going on, and Gilbert’s words have already drifted out of the ears of Tyres.

I saw that the Duke had caught the neck uncomfortably and was indignant:

"But what I want is just looking for a few people..."

Gilbert shook his head:

“Do you mean a few vagrants who have been missing for six years, no one is concerned, no name, no name in the chaotic night of the infamous Lower Town?”

At that moment, Taylors looked up!

"Yes."

He looked at Gilbert seriously, with seriousness in his eyes, and made the Foreign Minister’s guilty:

"And... a female bartender."

Gilbert’s eyebrows were picked and nodded from the good:

"And a female bartender."

The silence between the two was a few seconds.

Missed for six years.

No one cares.

No name, no surname.

In the bottom of his heart, Tyres silently repeated the words of Gilbert.

"And they are not unattended," Tyres whispered:

"Not a nameless name."

Several small figures appeared in front of his eyes.

Gilbert looked at him, and he was both gratified and deplored:

"His Highness, I am blunt, it is easy to find their whereabouts - as long as we have enough action."

Taylors looked up.

"But, after you find it?"

Gilbert’s face is serious:

"Have you ever thought that your rewards, rewards, and even secret observations may have an impact on them?"

“It’s easy to do one thing, but it’s hard to handle the innumerable consequences of this.

Tyres wants to say something, but for a moment.

Gilbert is dignified:

"Especially after you have returned with great attention, go on like this, sooner or later someone will notice your actions - and we can't count on their kindness and principles."

"No matter what side, this is not a good thing."

Tyres closed his eyes in pain.

"Maybe the day you found them," the Foreign Minister’s tone was tense:

"It's the day you killed them."

Find them.

Kill them.

Just listening to Gilbert’s heartache:

"So I sincerely recommend you, Your Highness, for yourself, to make them more, give up."

"Don't go any further."

give up?

give up.

After a while, Taylors opened his eyes.

He looked at the ground under the horseshoe and slowly reversed, and he could not help but be a little sluggish.

"Gilbert."

Tyres slowly opens and whispers:

"You know from the beginning, right?"

Gilbert Road:

"what do you know?"

Tyres sighed.

"When six years ago, in the Judith Hall... you told me that when the door was unlocked, I could go find my friend..."

Gilbert's expression changed slightly.

"And after I became a prince, you said, you have to wait for the limelight to go, to find my friend..."

The foreign minister is silent.

"I went to the North, you wrote to me, you said, you found a few useful clues, are tracking..."

Tyres took a deep breath.

"At that time, I believe in you, but now..."

The Duke of Xinghu looked up and looked straight at the silent Kilbert, affirming:

"You already know."

With the feelings that Teres did not know, the prince was hoarse and plain:

"From the very beginning, when I came to the Judith Hall, you know that I can't go to them anymore."

"Never can."

"So at that time, you are just... just..."

Tyres paused and said nothing.

But at that moment, six years ago, everything in Judith Hall suddenly became strange.

All the scenes disappeared from the scene before his eyes.

Gilbert closed his eyes and turned his head.

Did not answer.

Taylors also bowed his head and did not ask again.

But he knows.

Yongxing City.

Waste house.

闵迪思厅.

Those hometowns that I once met...

he already……

Can not go back.

I know that the college entrance examination has begun. I also know that I have a lot of readers to go to the examination room.

In accordance with the practice, take a good test.

However, I want to tell my readers that...

Even if you don't test well, don't be discouraged.

Because this exam is not your life, your life is not just the exam.

How to face this exam and how to face the results of this exam.

This is life.

By the face of a big uncle like no sword

(End of this chapter)