Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the lower part of the city, on a windy, noisy and chaotic street, three figures in cloaks strode forward, pushing through the crowd and blending into the chaotic atmosphere:

The local "land escort" greeted customers with a smile and a loud voice, while casting malicious glances at their peers; the owner and the thief chased and fled at a thrilling distance, causing passers-by to complain; Lying on the side of the dirty road, waiting to hire business to meet today's three meals; the panting porter numbly piled up the goods in front of the shop door, ignoring the shopkeeper's swearing; Whip the poor horses, disperse people blocking the way in the mud, and stop the rogues who want to steal a ride behind; adventurers and mercenaries gather around the rotten and blackened wooden bulletin board, searching Officials wanted all the information privately entrusted; the priest of the night night stood on the wooden box at the corner of the street and looked down at the crowd, sad and helpless, and continued his sermons that no one cared about in a dry voice; The dangerous atmosphere of "stay away from strangers" flashes on the street from time to time, to discuss an unspeakable business; in the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two big men who had feuded in a bar beat each other to the point of bleeding shrewd and vicious hawkers habitually bargain with equally sophisticated customers, trying to squeeze out the last bit of cheapness from each other; Liuying gathers in dirty and dilapidated alleys and intersections to make a show, with heads in disrepair There was an undisguised sound of yelling from the second floor of the building; a gambling gang, cats, gambled wantonly in the corner of the street, from dealers, custodians, thugs to releasers; a group of sneaky gangsters gathered together mysteriously At the place, thieves stared at every passerby, discussing in a low voice from time to time...

"We shouldn't be here at all, looking at the streets full of filth - it's too dangerous."

Glover forcefully pushes away a peddler who wants to sell them goods.

"Relax, we're still safe for now, Zombie—you don't mind if I call you that?" Thales' voice came from beside him.

Glover shook his head and said he didn't mind.

But the zombie lowered his head, listening vigilantly to what was going on behind him. He hid his hand under the cloak and pressed the hilt of the sword: in the alley the three of them had just walked through, some vicious gangsters were killing two poor people who had no money to pay their debts. People punched and kicked without mercy.

Cohen frowned, and caught up with him in two steps, relying on his stature. Three punches and two kicks scattered the debt collectors, but when he turned around, he found that the debtors who had been beaten had disappeared.

Seeing the action of the security officer, Thales sighed and explained helplessly:

"First, we are all wearing cloaks, which implies that we have another identity or mission, and it also means that we may have hidden weapons. There is an unknown danger to us."

"Secondly, your body shape and gait are not easy to mess with at first glance. With the configuration of the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards—the kind that can fight."

"Third, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping incident, the Black Street Brotherhood dispatched a large number of people to the Red Square Street station to confront the Blood Bottle Gang, including many 'dangerous people' who could threaten us. "

"So in fact, we are much safer than we think."

Thales was talking and glared at a street gangster who was secretly looking at them, and the latter immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Well, Your Highness said exactly what I wanted to say..."

Cohen grieved at the corner of his clothes that had been scratched when he was fighting, and walked back to Thales and Glover angrily:

"Our... uh,

What were we talking about just now? "

Glover glanced at Cohen disdainfully.

"When I was a kid, the fraternities weren't up there. When I got older, I didn't come here very much."

As the zombie said, he bumped away a drunken alcoholic:

"But downtown is dangerous at any time of the day."

Cohen grabbed the drunkard and let him slide slowly against the wall so that he would not fall over.

The security officer patted Glover on the shoulder:

"You need to come out and walk around, zombie, I also had the illusion of 'this place is very dangerous' at first..."

"Call me that again," Glover's face remained unchanged, and his voice turned cold:

"You'll know: it's not an illusion."

Cohn's smile froze on his face.

Thales smiled and took over the conversation:

"Most of the poor in Yongxing City live in the lower city. It is also a community. Of course, it is not as dangerous as the public has said. There is no exit, no return."

Glover nodded.

Thales remembered something, and his voice was a little lower: "At least it's not full of fangs, picking someone to eat..."

But right now.

Snapped!

Thales stretched out his hand suddenly, and held down a dirty little girl who passed by him.

Both Cohen and Glover were taken aback. The little girl looked at the boy in panic, trying hard to struggle with the wrist that was held tightly by Thales.

"I thought you could see it," Thales said softly, and said to this thin girl who was only seven or eight years old:

"I have no money"

Thales pouted at the robust security officer and vanguard officer:

"The purse is on them."

The dirty little girl was about to cry, but her eyes moved shrewdly from side to side.

Memories from the streets came flooding back, Thales suddenly felt familiar, so he looked up.

"Hey! What did you do to my daughter!"

Sure enough, a middle-aged woman whose makeup was as thick as a paint tray and whose clothes were as messy as a clothes-line rushed out from the alley crowded with warblers, wailing with a sharp and mean country accent, pointing Thales yelled:

"Everyone, come and see, someone is bullying a little girl in the street! How shameless! How shameless?"

Passers-by turned their heads and booed one after another.

"I tell you, Aretha is my baby!"

"Her father is a well-known hero on this street. If you don't give an explanation, don't even think about—"

When the woman with heavy make-up looked up, she saw two tall, muscular men in cloaks - Cohen and Glover - standing beside Thales.

Her voice suddenly dropped, and she smiled instantly:

"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter viciously:

"I knew you were restless, little bastard! Did you take something from someone else, huh? How many times has your mother taught you? No matter how much you want, you can't just take someone's stuff! This is the most basic virtue of being a human being! Come on, Hand it over! Apologize to brother!"

"Don't worry, she didn't take anything."

Thales smiled slightly and let go of his right hand.

The girl named Aretha cried and threw herself into her mother's arms, not forgetting to give Thales the same vicious look as her mother's.

"What's the matter, my dear?" As if in a drama, a sloppy hooligan came with a vicious voice, and behind him gathered five or six gangsters or tramps with the same malicious intentions:

"I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"

Thales frowned slightly.

Hearing the man's voice, the woman immediately instinctively changed her face and became fierce again:

"Well, since she didn't take anything, then you are wronging a good person! Let me tell you, Yongxing City has a king's law! We are poor, but people are poor, and dignity is priceless. You are so innocent..."

"So it's you?" The hooligan walked over with his ears digging, and squinted at Thales:

"Bullying others, slandering my daughter as a thief in the street..."

But the next moment, Glover simply turned around and raised his arm, and punched out!

With a bang, the leading hooligan flew two meters flying with blood, and fell to the ground motionless.

Amidst the exclamation of the onlookers, the accomplices behind him saw that the situation was not going well, and immediately dispersed.

The woman trembled when she saw this, and her voice dropped again.

"Ah, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, please forgive me," she flattered and apologized, and slapped Aretha hard:

"She's been out of her mind since she was a child..."

The three of them were relatively speechless, watching the woman dragging the girl into the alley cursing all the way, and then appeared at another pair of intersections after a while, looking for the next target.

Under the eyes of Glover and Cohen, passers-by who didn't see it as a good show sighed in disappointment and turned their heads to leave.

Thales sighed, and continued what he said earlier:

"Of course, this place is not as safe as you think, especially when you gradually lose your guard against it, like..."

"It's like a big desert."

Unexpectedly, it was Cohen who answered.

Thales and Gloria turned their heads together.

"It's both dangerous and safe."

The police officer looked at Liu Ying, who was holding her daughter and staring furtively at the passers-by on the street, in a silent trance.

Cohen sighed faintly, contrary to his usual escape:

"It's neither dangerous nor safe."

"Have you ever been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.

Cohen shook his head and didn't answer, obviously not very interested.

Thales also remembered something, nodded and said:

"It's like all the people in the world only hear the name, but don't know the real shore and the distance."

"Even if we are only a wall away from there, a stone's throw away."

But it's as far away as a moat.

The difference between cloud and mud.

Cohen came back sullenly:

"By the way, where are we going?"

Thales observed the abnormal behavior of the police officer, and smiled lightly:

"A place with answers."

Cohen and Gloria frowned together, puzzled.

At a loss, they could only follow behind the prince step by step, going deep into this increasingly complex and dangerous neighborhood.

Glover grew up on Red Square Street in the West Ring District, but he knew little about the streets in the lower city. Although Cohen worked in the security department, he didn't seem to be familiar with this place. It was Thales who was familiar with the streets and alleys - he was already familiar with this place, and with the help of "Never Get Lost", he was even more comfortable without any stagnation.

"This damned mud, have the road administration funds been eaten by dogs...Your Highness, can I ask, this is clearly the downtown area," Cohen asked in embarrassment after pulling his boots out of the mud for the third time:

"But why are you so proficient!"

On the other side, Glover said nothing, but roughly kicked a stone blocking the way, and followed the prince's footsteps.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Thales lied casually without changing his face:

"The Canxing royal family has the blessing and protection of the gods, and they will never get lost."

Huh?

"Blessing? Blessing? Never getting lost?"

Cohen scratched his head.

So, my old man is lying to me again?

When I was young, he clearly told me that the Canxing royal family bears an eternal curse...

"So, follow me closely, don't get lost," Thales somehow remembered the journey in the black path, he shook his cloak, and stepped forward:

"Some roads are like life. Once you are left behind, you can never go back."

Glover thought of something, but taciturn, he just tightened his cloak.

"So, you said, you want to come here to find the answer? The lower city." Cohen carefully stared at his feet, guarding against the road that was as bad as the Saber Camp.

Thales nodded.

"Honestly, I had a very up and down day."

"Hope alternates with gloom, smoothness and setbacks, surprises, joys and sorrows."

Thales moved forward all the way, skillfully passed through several door openings, and quietly said:

"Like my past few months, past six years, past... my whole life."

Glover and Cohen were taken aback.

"Tell me, have you ever seen hopeless, desperate people who have lost all hope and left everything behind?"

The young man walked forward, looking at the dirty and noisy streets, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Cohen rolled his eyes: "I've seen a lot—"

Glover frowned: "Yes—"

The voices of both sides rose and fell at the same time, they couldn't help but stop, and glanced at each other.

"Huh?" Thales urged absently.

"In the desert—" Cohen continued.

"Western Front—" Glover also said at the same time.

Cohen and Glover looked at each other again, both of them were full of dissatisfaction that "you actually stole my words".

"I'm clearing the campaign—"

"During the Desert War—"

The two people who already had a rift stopped again and looked at each other fiercely:

"Hey, hey, are you enough—"

"Cut me in again—"

"You two!"

Thales finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you need me to open a room so that you can continue to be romantic and love each other?"

The security officer and the vanguard officer just kept silent, Qiqi snorted coldly and turned away:

"snort."

Sure enough, it's D.D's follower - this is Cohen who feels good about himself.

Sure enough, they are relatives of Doyle—this is the disdainful Glover.

(In the Doyle mansion in Dongcheng District, D.D, who was lying on the bed, eating fruit and flipping through pornographic albums while healed his wounds, was so comfortable that he groaned and sneezed loudly, startling the Baroness Doyle and his wife outside the door Pounced into the room again heart-piercingly: "My poor son!")

"Where did I say?" Thales let out a breath and said unhappily.

"Desperate people—" Glover and Cohen said in unison again, and they looked at each other with frowns.

Thales nodded, looking at the chaos and disorder in the street, thoughtful:

"Now, meeting these people in downtown makes me feel like I'm still living in a normal world, not someone else's circle..."

some other people……

Cohen and Glover started thinking at the same time, but they had different answers.

But Thales didn't expect their answers, he just sailed in his memory on his own:

"Have you ever seen someone who takes rudeness for full of personality, and eccentricity for good words?"

Cohen sighs: "When I was a kid—"

Glover snorted coldly: "In the family—"

Both parties who spoke at the same time for the umpteenth time shut their mouths together, their faces stiff.

Thales looked at them suspiciously:

"You guys, are you sure you don't need to open a room?"

Cohen and Glover held back their faces, and both decided not to speak.

Thales sighed softly: He missed Wyah and Rolf.

The prince continued to sigh:

"And pretending to be profound is regarded as a reserved style, and speculation and suspicion are regarded as daily social interaction..."

"And taking unspoken rules and tacit understanding as a matter of course, and taking duplicity as the principle of life..."

"Taking hypocrisy for decorum, ambiguity for watertightness..."

"Unfortunately, I have seen these people all these days."

Thales sighed:

"Maybe we will meet again in the future."

"And they all set their sights on me. Whether it's hope or persecution, scrutiny or disdain, they all expect to find answers from me and answer their unanswerable questions."

Thales looked sad:

"But they were wrong."

The prince pushed aside a clothes rail and walked down a flight of steps.

"I don't have an answer."

"At least they don't have the answers they want, not even the answers I want."

Thales stepped on the dirt road in his memory step by step, just like it was many years ago.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The prince's emotions infected Glover and Cohen, and the two thought separately, silently.

"And in their eyes, I don't feel myself, I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm going to do, what I can do."

Thales led them out of the alley and came to another street, which was much more dilapidated, but also much quieter.

"I don't even know who I am."

Thales looked at the deserted and sparse streets from a distance, and fell silent.

"You are a noble person, and you are extremely intelligent," Glover said stiffly:

"Nature has a heavy responsibility, which is far beyond ordinary people."

"That," Cohen came back to his senses, and was anxious when he heard the words:

"Me, I thought so too!"

The zombie shot him a sideways look.

Thales glanced back at them and smiled.

"Yeah, 'It's okay, fate will take care of everything for you,' my father used to say."

Looking at the unevenness under his feet, Thales stepped forward again.

"For six years, that phrase has always worked."

"Especially when I was still in the North."

"At that time, I didn't have the chance to hesitate." Thales frowned, thinking of the Death Crow laughing sadly, "I can stop hesitating."

But Thales looked up suddenly.

"but……"

The boy avoids an alley where thieves gather:

"What if fate is also lazy and lazy?"

Glover and Cohen both frowned.

"If even fate refuses to show me its figure, and just puts out an empty mirror, people can only see their helpless face inside," Thales gritted his teeth:

"Then how can I see my answer clearly?"

Glover pursed his lips, thoughtful.

Cohen's eyes widened, his face blank.

"Have you ever played chess? 'Rise and Fall of Empires'?"

Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty and obstructed streets of the lower city, raised his head in confusion, and looked at the clear blue and spotless sky of Eternal Star City.

Glover looked up:

"yes."

Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment, and his voice became smaller and smaller:

"I, that, hehe, I know the rules... No way, the old man taught his cousin all his chess skills..."

Thales smiled slightly.

"Since I returned to the kingdom, many people have wanted to play chess with me these days, and I have satisfied them all."

Thales continued to move forward, his eyes became sharper:

"There is a most special person among them."

"It's not the way I'm used to."

They walked to an unfamiliar street, where the houses and alleyways were piled up one after another, and it could barely be seen that they were in good order when they were first planned.

But it is still full of beggars and gangsters, and it is inevitable to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.

"Most people play chess, and what they see are chess pieces and chess boards."

Thales turned sideways to avoid a carriage throwing muddy water:

"But he's not."

There was seriousness in the prince's eyes.

"Whether six years ago or six years later, he is unique and unique. Not only does he disdain to end the game, he never glances at the chessboard, and he doesn't even care about the situation of the chess game or even the outcome."

Glover's brows became tighter and tighter, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.

But Thales' words carried an invisible force, which made the two of them subconsciously tense up.

"Because what he sees is only outside the chessboard, no matter how big or small, regardless of superiority or inferiority, each one is alone and meditating, doing his own way—chess players."

Thales clenched his fists.

"He knows, or he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth:

"It is always the chess players who make choices on the chessboard."

Legendary Wings, Anke Bailar, Jann Cavendir, and even the shadow on the throne in the Renaissance Palace all flashed through Thales' brain at this moment.

"Every chess player, every chess player who achieves himself through different choices, always has traces to follow."

Thales took a deep breath.

"And when he caught these, he only looked at the chess player, and only took the chess player as a piece—he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess player, he would be able to make any kind of chess game he wanted."

"It's like the king doesn't respect his blood," Thales pressed his chest lightly:

"The blood is proud of the king."

Glover and Cohen were silent, one was dignified, the other was ignorant.

Thales gradually cleared up his thoughts, with a fearful tone.

"He is an opponent I have never seen before. His moves cannot even be described as 'bright' and 'bad'."

"Connecting different chess players together is his chessboard."

"For this reason, he is willing to bind his hands and feet, even commit suicide to give birth to a child, and even overturn the chessboard."

Thales' eyes were dim and his thoughts were out of place.

"It's like some players know how to operate, some players play operations, some players understand skills, and some players look at the overall situation..."

"But he..." Thales sighed:

"He just focused on the host power supply!"

Cohen finally no longer felt alone: ​​he was satisfied to see that Glover also showed a bewildered and ignorant expression at this moment.

"Just get used to it," the police officer patted Glover on the shoulder contentedly, as if he had come here:

"The prince is like this. He often talks about it. I have seen..."

"I'm his personal guard who accompanies him day and night," the zombie turned cold, and shook off Cohen's hand shamelessly:

"You don't need to remind me."

But Thales ignored these small details, and he was absorbed in his own thoughts.

"He chooses, or in other words, he believes that he chooses the king and the chess player, not the blood and the chess game."

The prince took a deep breath, but felt a little perplexed and hesitant for a moment.

"But how can he be sure," Thales said slowly:

"If you are honored by your bloodline, you will definitely be able to honor your bloodline?"

"The piece in the chess game will definitely become a chess player?"

Thales turned around:

"What do you say?"

Glover and Cohen, who were competing with each other's eyes, were startled, and both returned to their senses.

"I can't give you an answer." Glover said stiffly.

"I, I, I still can't understand..." Cohen worked hard for a long time, but he was still discouraged.

"Your Highness is playing a game," Glover coldly reminded this companion who was unclear with his sister:

"With some opponent in the distance that we can't see, a difficult big man."

Glover's eyes sharpened:

"Or, more than one."

Thales nodded approvingly.

The police officer blinked and shook his head.

"No, you guys who are involved in politics, you have to deal with so many twists and turns..."

But before Cohen could answer, Thales stepped forward again, leaving Cohen, who was trying to express his opinion, behind, leaving only grievances.

"So he's pushing me, pushing me into the game."

Thales thought of the past, his face was as cold as ice:

"Or, he knows, once a chess player like me enters the game..."

"It will become the chess player he wants."

Thales tensed his muscles unconsciously.

"For this he gave me a sword."

The prince looked straight ahead, penetrating the streets and alleys, as if he saw something.

"Because he knows, or he believes, that no matter where the blade goes, no matter what the sword is drawn for, whether to block or attack, to slash or stab, once I pick up the sword..."

Thales said quietly:

"I can't let it go anymore."

Sensing the struggle and hesitation of the Duke of Xinghu, Glover did not speak.

Cohen, on the other hand, blinked hard.

"Where is it going, what is it... the sword... uh..."

Cohen's eyes were deep at first, then blank:

"I, I'm sorry, I... I still don't quite understand."

"It's okay, Cohen," Thales came back to his senses and exhaled, "It's a good thing if you don't understand."

The prince looked at him complicatedly:

"It means you are very happy."

"Don't worry."

But unexpectedly, the security officer shook his head decisively.

"No no no, Your Highness, although I know you are scolding me secretly, but Master Jedi told me that when you don't know whether to raise your sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but he still said firmly:

"It's time to ask about your 'Heart of the Sword'."

Thales was taken aback.

"What?"

"Heart of the Sword," Cohen said solemnly and seriously:

"In the Tower of the End, you can't graduate without this thing."

"Hmph," Glover folded his arms and sneered:

"It's that broken tower theory again."

Cohen gave Glover a dissatisfied look, but he did not conflict with the other party after all, but turned to Thales and asked:

"This is Tower of the End's general view on the End Force: the End Force is not a tool, but a 'self'."

"Its exercise is not a practice of skills, not just a stereotyped repetition, but a sharpening of the heart, and a questioning of self-awareness each time: strength and self, appearance and spirit, skills and personality, behavior and belief, The sword is outside, the heart is inside, the skills of moves are outside, and the power of ending is inside. Only when the duality of inside and outside complements each other can we reach the peak of the power of ending."

Thales thought about it.

Cohen showed nostalgic eyes:

"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the Tower of Ending must embark on a journey to find their own uniqueness—there is no distinction between strength and weakness, only whether they are suitable or not—'Heart of the Sword ', connect the inside and outside to make a big weapon."

"Your sword beard and your heart are not contradictory, and your ideas are interlinked."

"Otherwise, at a certain moment, your heart will always be out of touch with your sword—your martial arts skills will get twice the result with half the effort, and the power of finishing will be stagnant, just like you can't force the delicate and thoughtful swordsman to open and close, You can't force bold and rough fighters to be finely crafted."

Parallels are not contradictory, and the concepts are interlinked.

Thales was a little distracted, thinking of Ricky's explanation of the power of the end in the prison of bones.

Glover snorted disdainfully:

"It sounds like a lot of hype, let's fight..."

Cohen ignored Glover, but looked at Thales:

"And you, where is your sword heart, Your Highness?"

Thales was silent.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered Falkenhauser's words.

【Hold on to your sword. 】

[Don't lose it. 】

But at this moment, Thales suddenly felt his heart beat!

"Crossing the line, young masters."

Almost at the same time, both Cohen and Glover also changed their colors. They bent their knees and pressed their swords vigilantly and dignifiedly, entering a fighting stance!

It was only then that Thales noticed that the streets around them had been deserted and eerily silent since no one knew when.

And directly in front of them, a man with a firm face and strong muscles folded his arms and stared at them with burning eyes.

A piece of black silk cloth was tied to his left arm, shaking it slightly.

"It seems that the scum along the way is not lying," the man watched the actions of Cohen and Glover, his eyes changed:

"It's really a hard idea, worthy of this cloak, no wonder you dare to do our street business."

Thales stared at the black silk cloth, silently lost in thought.

"Super-level." Glover stared at the resolute man:

"He made me uncomfortable."

Cohen took a deep breath.

"I recognize this guy, he's on the list of ex-criminals in the police department," the police officer eagerly said:

"'Thunder Axe' Ostru, served in the past, on the warship of the Eastern Sea Territory."

"Just in time, take this opportunity to put him..."

But at this moment, Ostrup whistled softly.

Soon, footsteps sounded from all directions, ranging from fragmented to deafening.

In a few seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three of them.

Glover and Cohen counted the number of people at the beginning, and their faces changed.

"This is also..." Cohen's expression twitched a little.

"Too many, this number is extraordinary." Glover concluded solemnly.

Thales frowned.

Cohen exhaled:

"Damn it, the gloomy guy in the left back, I remember, 'Silence Killer' Leyock, his origin is still unknown."

Thales turned his head to the left, and as expected, he saw the familiar face - Leyoke was leaning against the wall, bowing his head in silence, and none of the dozen or so thugs around him dared to approach him.

"And on the right, that's 'Steel Cone' Ed Leonza. In the big market, he must be the one who bullies the market and collects debts. He is a desperate Northlander."

"Strange, these outlaws have different affiliations, and they shouldn't usually get together." Cohen thought.

Glover didn't speak, he just moved his arm to confirm the impact of his whiplash on his movements.

"Welcome to the underground mall, young masters who don't know where they came from."

Austru took the ax handed by his subordinates, took a step forward, and showed the ax blade with a smile:

"Brotherhood of the Black Street, hello to you,"

Underground street.

Thales sniffed instinctively.

Sure enough, he smelled the faint musty smell in his memory.

It was a place he was familiar with, and Thales was at a loss for a while.

"Only one..."

"Come here to play," Lei Ax shook his head in a tut:

"A ticket is required."

Austro waved his hand lightly, and the thugs with malicious intentions around him slowly approached the three of them.

"I have fireworks for help, from the Xicheng Police Department, the director will definitely talk about it afterwards, and then detain me..." Cohen rubbed his back in displeasure.

"I have one too, from the royal guard, but I'm in charge of the flag wing..." Glover said sullenly.

But at this moment, Thales was generous and took a step forward without any scruples!

"Yes, tickets?"

The boy under the cloak ignored the black fraternity crowd and looked straight at Ostrup.

"You know, I kind of like it here."

"The feeling every time I come in," Thales looked at the familiar streets around him with complex and delicate emotions, and said with emotion:

"It's like coming home."

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