desire reconciliation

Like a shining gem from the exquisite crown of God falling into the world, Uriah is the hidden jewel of the dungeon.

However, this relic of the sea is also a quick-tempered person. With legs and feet, she goes all the way up, unstoppable, no longer being the beautiful ornament on the crown, but running to the sky and becoming a sun shining on the world.

What happened in the Tribunal was widely circulated within the empire, ranging from the dredging and deployment of various forces to the small talk of people after dinner, this matter quickly fermented.

In less than two days, various interpretations of this incident emerged. Some people said that this was a victory for the royal family, and the general department was brought back under its command.Some people also said that this was a milestone in the reunification of the military and the royal family, and they also cited the fact that the royal family invited Lancelot to drink tea with the royal family when Uriah went to Zombie Abyss as an example.

The folks also spontaneously formed an organization formed due to the personality worship of Lancelot. The image of Lancelot with blond hair and blue eyes wearing a black field marshal uniform was printed on a huge poster, and the atmosphere of the empire seemed to have returned to many times During the battle for the throne years ago.

But in Reich, the voice of the masses is often the least weighty.

The royal family and nobles, who account for only 20.00% of the population, occupy more than 80.00% of the wealth in the entire empire. As long as more than half of the nobles pass any policy, it will be implemented smoothly without hindrance.

This is why the empire has places like dungeons.

The empire has suffered from dungeon problems for a long time.

Even if everyone knows that the living conditions of people living in dungeons cannot be guaranteed, and sometimes even the minimum safety cannot be guaranteed.The gathering of various forces, human trafficking, drug dealing and other illegal things abound in the underground city, and no one cares about it.

Rather than saying that no one has the ability to govern, it is better to say that those high-ranking and powerful people indulge these behaviors, do not take human life seriously, and even think that the more chaotic the dungeon, the better, so that those people can just fight in the nest and not go to the city. To disturb the "leisurely" life of the nobles, class vertical division has long been a common method used by politicians.

The appearance of Uriah has given spiritual sustenance to the scattered dungeon to a large extent, and his series of reform measures have also achieved remarkable results.

At the beginning, the nobles only regarded it as a petty brawl of an unknown junior, but when the dark corners of the dungeon became less and less under his reform, even this unknown junior in their eyes was so restricted in the royal family. of funds and materials

Under the circumstances, when they could still use their own strength to make the military and the royal family fight against each other, they were also in a hurry because their interests were threatened.

To Lancelot's surprise, there was no other person visiting in these two days except the Duke of Feinston.

When Lancelot walked out of the military headquarters, he saw the passionate crowd holding up his portrait. No matter where he went, people would recognize him, and then swarmed up and trapped him in the crowd.

He seemed to be attracted by some force, and without thinking much, he got on the special train to the dungeon.

He walked aimlessly in the streets and alleys of the dungeon. There are large slums outside the dungeon. There are few smiles on the faces of the people on the street. Most of them are older than their real age, or they are used to Violent ferocity to protect oneself or intimidate others.

Lancelot deliberately changed into plain clothes before he came, but he still looks out of place in this dungeon.That is the temperament that a person exudes from the inside out, the elegance and nobility in every gesture, which cannot be covered up by just changing clothes.

Illegal and criminal activities in dungeons are often carried out in the dark, and the only people I see along the way are people who are no different from ordinary people, people who are struggling to live at the bottom of society.They are also working hard to live, wanting to leave a little trace of themselves in this world.

Those porters who are carrying huge iron boxes, hawkers who sell small commodities in the streets and alleys, women who mend their clothes by the artificial sunlight of the underground city at the front door, those who live in the underground city all year round and look a little thin children.

Lancelot thought, if these people were not born in dungeons, but were born on the ground, and grew up in a harmonious and happy family, they must be very happy people, and they would have more smiles on their faces Bar.

He paused at the thought.

Why do we have to live on the ground?Why is there such an earth-shaking change in life just because of the different circumstances of life?If the dungeon has the same laws, the same supervision, and more jobs as the ground, the people in the dungeon can have the same life as the ground.

It seems that for a moment, the dilapidated street in front of Lancelot suddenly took on a new look. Pedestrians come from all over the world in various costumes. The car has become a brand new facade, in

The women who mended clothes also began to dress up.

The dungeon is no longer the sinful place that people talk about.

Relying on his memory, Lancelot walked through the intricate roads of the underground city several times to the snack street.

"Hey! Isn't this Lancelot?" Suddenly meeting an acquaintance, Lancelot looked at the man in front of him who looked like an Egyptian in the earth era, "Hello, Sals."

Sals was taken aback, and then laughed loudly: "I have a good memory, I still remember my name, but I really didn't realize that you are the prince of the empire."

Lancelot felt novelty: "You don't seem too surprised?" People who knew his true identity were either afraid to avoid him, or their attitudes changed 180 degrees. Like Salsa, there was no change before and after. I haven't seen many of them.

Sals waved his hand: "I almost guessed it. The one who can be so close to Kane is either a little white rabbit who was deceived by him, or a wild tiger who is similar to him. I guessed that you have a special identity, but I was a little surprised. Think of it as special."

Lancelot: "Have you known Kane for many years?"

Sals: "Well, Kane's appearance is too outstanding. I saw him when he first arrived in the dungeon. He was only a teenager at that time, and his gender had not yet been differentiated. Looking at him like that, I thought Definitely an Omega."

Sars: "I used to think that I had a good eye for people, so I fell on Kane once, but I didn't expect to fall on you again."

Lancelot tilted his head: "Me?"

A sly look flashed across Sals's face, and he laughed loudly: "I was the one who said you were Alpha at the beginning, hahahaha."

What Lancelot saw through his eyes was not false at all, it was really like a joke between ordinary friends.

It seems that the friends Uriah makes are very unique wherever he is, and he doesn't mind his identity or his gender.

Thralls: "Do you mind if I say you are an Alpha?"

Lancelot smiled back: "I don't mind."

Sals looked around, approached Lancelot and whispered in his ear, "Would you like to buy me a drink? I have something to ask."

Lancelot just came here to buy some milk candy to pass the time, and it seems that going to drink to pass the time is also good.

Led by Sals, the two walked on the way to the bar.

Sals was a little sneaky, completely different from the bold and generous look just now: "If you drank in the dungeon, you are a brother. Answering a few questions for me is not too much."

Lancelot was a little puzzled. If he had to describe Sals' current appearance, it would be like a little girl asking for gossip. As for why Lancelot had such a sense of sight, it was all due to Justu The king of gossip.

Lancelot was not directly fooled, and turned a corner to answer him: "That depends on what the problem is."

Sals got closer to him: "That's it, since you are the prince of the empire, you are an Omega, right?"

Lancelot nodded.

Sals: "Then you and Kane, who is more...more that?"

Lancelot: "Which one?"

Sars: "Just that... that... I used to firmly believe that Kane is a peerless and fierce A."

Lancelot felt a little funny, why such a strong Beta like a bull would be so shy when talking about colored topics.

Lancelot: "Before? So you don't believe it now?"

Sals nodded and shook his head again: "Since I saw you, I have been shaken, and now I know that you are an Omega, and I am shocked."

"Shocked?" Lancelot had almost guessed it, but somehow there was something wicked about it.

As if he had finally mustered up his courage, Salth blushed: "That's how you overwhelmed Kane!"

He almost shouted these words, causing passers-by to cast their eyes on them.

Sals, who was the center of sight, pulled down his hat a little bit, and his whole body shrank into his clothes.

Lancelot almost couldn't hold back his laughter, he had to say that taking advantage of Uriah was really cool, and he didn't refute: "Why do you have such an idea?"

Sals cleared his throat, and returned to his previous calm and calm look: "To be honest, I have read a lot of books about you two during this time."

"What's the book?" Lancelot asked curiously.

Sals was stunned: "Well...it's okay if you don't know, you know, because you look like Omega, but your temperament is like Alpha, some wives drew Lancelot Ax Uriah A's, what else Lancelot Ox Uriah A's, me

At that time, I was still wondering what kind of OA this is, but it turned out... I saw it and it was really delicious. You have been regarded as a model of OA meal replacement by many people, and then... Then you are really an Omega . "

Lancelot was confused, and replied, "What is a meal replacement?"

Sals was stunned again, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay to be taken care of by the contemporary restaurant. It used to be treated as a s***, and now you are an Omega, and now the tag of Loli OA is already in the Chinese New Year Set off firecrackers."

Lancelot's understanding is not bad: "If I understand correctly, you mean I will mark Uriah?"

Thals: "Well...you can't be wrong when you say that."

Lancelot: "But I can't mark Alpha."

Thrall: "Uh..."

Lancelot saw that Thrall's excitement disappeared visibly to the naked eye, and felt as if he had said something wrong, he patted him on the shoulder: "Although I can't beat Uriah now, I will try my best."

Sals jumped up on the spot and turned three times: "What!? You can't beat Uriah???"

Lancelot took it for granted: "Otherwise? He has always been number one in the empire's melee combat rankings."

Sals was petrified in place, and he felt that his house had collapsed.

Lancelot didn't understand, so he felt like he said the wrong thing again: "Maybe I didn't understand well, you can wait for Kane to come back and ask him?" He changed the subject and said: "But then again, I am everywhere on the ground. A bunch of people came around, and none of these people in the dungeon seemed to recognize me."

Thralls still couldn't help himself in his grief, and replied dully, "You said this, it's normal not to know each other in the dungeon."

Lancelot: "Why do you say that?"

Sals stared blankly into the distance.

Lancelot waved his hand in front of him.

Sals came back to his senses: "Oh, because the underground city is not full of vicious people like the rumors from the outside world. Most of them are civilians. Compared with the civilians on the ground, they are just poorer. The life of these people The idea is that one thing is worse than one thing less. Even if you can't take care of your own livelihood, how can you have time to take care of other people's affairs. In fact, it can also be said to be for self-protection. After all, for these people who have no rights and no wealth, The more you know, the more dangerous you are."

sals strip

Lancelot took a short cut and was blocked by a group of people at the entrance of an alley. There were four people entering the alley. There should be a few more people in their blind spots, and it seemed that the visitors were not friendly.

The leading man was wearing a gray upper body, and the clothes were not so clear that the muscle lines could be clearly seen. "Are you Lancelot?" he asked.

Sars stood in front of Lancelot: "What do you want to do?"

Lancelot has come to the dungeon so many times, this is the first time he has encountered someone looking for trouble.

Those people blocking the entrance of the alley, some with cigarettes in their mouths and some with weapons in their hands, saw Sals blocking Lancelot, one of them took a few steps forward and grabbed Sals Si pushed away, and the latter slammed his shoulder directly against the wall on one side, letting out a muffled groan.

"Answer whatever I ask you, why so much nonsense?"

Lancelot watched the person in front of him fall to the ground in an instant, and his eyes changed instantly.

I don't know whether it's an enemy or a friend in front of me, but it's no wonder he is merciless if he hurts his friend.

I saw that Lancelot raised his hand and punched him, the speed was so fast that the people beside him couldn't see his movement clearly.

The yellow-haired man who was hit by him backed up several steps, and barely stopped when he retreated to the edge of the wall, and then blood flowed from the man's nose and the corners of his mouth.

If it was said that he had been able to succumb to cover up the matter just now, there would be no room for maneuver in Lancelot's punch.

The group of people on the opposite side were not polite and reasonable people who suffered a loss. Seeing that their companion was beaten, the few people standing in front rolled up their sleeves and punched to fight.

Lancelot's punch was partly impulsive, but his absolute rationality was not just for show. Before he punched, he had already figured out the number and ability of the opponent, and released his mental power to test the truth. , in front of Lancelot's double S-level mental power, these are just a group of soft-legged shrimps.

In fact, unleashing mental power can easily end this dispute with an absolute advantage, but this time Lancelot does not seek a quick solution. It just so happens that he has been in a panic because of various annoying things recently, so he uses these people to relax. Relaxing muscles and bones is also good.

Although he doesn't say it on the face, whether it's his friend or a friend of a friend, as long as Lancelot thinks it's his own person, with him around, he can't be bullied by others.

Before starting the fight, he took another look at Sals, who was sitting beside him rubbing his arms, to make sure no one was walking towards him

Afterwards, he confronted those punks head-on.

The few who came up first were still talking about the rules, like Lancelot, with bare hands and no weapons.

But in such a blink of an eye, before the people on the opposite side could see what was going on, four or five punks fell to the ground, rolling on the ground with their colorful hair on their heads. Those who didn't know thought they were doing something mysterious religious ceremony.

Sars, who was sitting on the side, wanted to stand up against the wall. Just as he was about to help Lancelot, he saw the group of people on the ground and let out an angry sigh: "Damn!"

Seeing that several companions were turned over by a fair-looking little boy on the opposite side, those who didn't do anything were not as calm as before.

Those with small arms in their hands also put on a posture, and slowly approached Lancelot.

Lancelot stretched out his hand and brushed back the blond hair on his forehead, and smiled lightly: "The number of people is already large, so why do you need weapons?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Whoever is the best in the dungeon is the truth, haven't you heard of it!"

Lancelot said "Oh": "This is the first time I've heard of it." His attitude was full of contempt, which angered the person opposite.

Several gangsters with weapons stepped over the fallen companions in twos and threes, and rushed towards Lancelot.

Lancelot was also ready to fight. He saw the timing and set his target on the man with the knife in front. It was difficult to use fists and kicks in the narrow alleys, the kind of blunt weapon that needs to be swung. It can't display its full power, but this small and sharp weapon is more likely to hurt people.

When the man rushed in front of Lancelot, he raised his foot and kicked the knife in the man's hand, and threw the man several meters away with a backhand over his shoulder.

After one was settled, the remaining ones were all armed with sticks. These people looked like some street hooligans, and in fact they were, and their moves were out of order.

These blunt weapons can easily be reversed and subdued with the help of the force of the push. If you are lucky, you can turn the enemy and take the weapon into your own hands. However, Lancelot just wanted to use his fists today, and it is not interesting to have weapons.

After a few moves, a group of people didn't even move a finger of Lancelot, but there were more people crying on the ground.

"Don't dye your hair if you have nothing to do. It would be nice to join the army. At least the melee combat skills of the army are much better than those of you three-legged cats." Lancelot

After the special fight, I didn't forget to sneer a few words.

He was also in the middle of a fight right now, and there was only one person in the gray second coat who was negotiating with him at the beginning. This person had not participated in the fight from the beginning to the end. Lancelot stepped forward, ready to Also solved the last one standing.

The man suddenly took a few steps back: "Wait, wait!"

Lancelot ignored him and went on.

The man screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Stop! Don't come over!!!!"

This time Lancelot stopped, because the man's cry was too harsh.

"Say something quickly." Lancelot rubbed his ears.

The man said tremblingly at this moment: "Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings! We are from Vincent."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows: "Vincent?"

The man nodded wildly: "Yes, yes, yes, we are here to invite you to visit our boss. If you don't believe me, you can check the terminal. He sent you a message, but you haven't replied, so we are here."

Hearing this, Lancelot lowered his head and opened the terminal in his hand. As expected, he saw several missed communications, which were indeed from Vincent. As for why he had Vincent's mailing address, it was Uriah who was deworming. Yuanqian insisted on recording it for him.

After these words, those who were brought down by Lancelot either supported each other, or supported the wall by themselves and gradually regained their strength.

Lancelot rubbed his temples, first he said what was going on, why did he beat Vincent's people: "Why didn't you say you are Vincent's people at the beginning?"

"You didn't even give us a chance to tell, you started beating people as soon as you came up, how can an Omega be so fierce!"

"It was yours who attacked my friend first." Lancelot indicated with his eyes that the friend was referring to Sals who was standing against the wall.

The man in the gray second coat didn't seem to be unreasonable: "Okay, everyone is at fault, I'll take my brothers away, you go to see our boss." Beckoning, another person ran out from another alley not far away.

"Let this kid take you there."

At this time, Sals also came out of the alley. He moved his shoulders, and it seemed that there was no serious problem.

It wasn't until the person in the distance walked into Lancelot that he realized that this child was the same one that he and Justu had given candy to when they came to the dungeon.

I haven't seen this kid for a few days

Ben Vincent?

The child ran to him, looked up at Lancelot, and was also stunned, as if he didn't expect to meet him here.

The child's eyes were full of surprise and astonishment, but then it turned into admiration and disbelief: "You are the Marshal!"

Lancelot heard him yelling directly, and quickly covered the child's mouth: "Shh! Don't yell!"

The child was covered by him, and the expression on his face was even more pleasant, nodding frantically in a hurry.

Lancelot looked around and saw nothing unusual, so he let go of his hand.

"I forgot to ask last time, what's your name?"

The boy replied: "My name is Zuo Yu, Marshal... No, sir!" The little boy's brain also turned very fast, and he could immediately react and change his address after warning him one second before.

Sals found out about Lancelot and was going to find Vincent. He felt that there should be something more important, so he offered to drink next time, but in order to make up for himself, he asked Lancelot to invite him next time.

Lancelot readily agreed, and then followed Zuo Yu to where Vincent was.

Zuo Yu walked in front to lead him the way, jumping up and down along the way, happily as if he had won 500 million.

Lancelot: "Zuo Yu, I just forgot to ask you, why are you here with Vincent?"

When he called his name, he slammed on the brakes on the left corner, as if a small electric motor was installed, and jumped to Lancelot's side in a few steps.

"Actually, I have been to several organizations before this, but they were all kicked out, and only Vincent accepted me."

"Why were you kicked out?" Lancelot wondered.

Zuo Yu: "Every organization will ask why you want to join them. Maybe my answer doesn't meet their requirements."

Lancelot was also a little curious about how these organizations in the dungeon usually operate, and how to enter the organization is the same as the HR interview. He asked, "How did you answer?"

Zuo Yu scratched his head, smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I said I want to go to the military headquarters."

After hearing his answer, Lancelot also understood why those organizations would not want him: "You have been rejected so many times, have you ever thought of another reason?"

Zuo Yu shook his head without hesitation, there seemed to be stars twinkling in those pitch-black pupils, and for a moment Lancelot seemed to think of another person.

Zuo Yu: "Sir, in fact, you

Question Vincent asked me too. "

Lancelot wasn't too surprised. He felt that when Vincent asked Zuo Yu this question, the latter's answer must be the same as now, so he still asked, "How did you answer?"

"I answered no." He paused, then added, "Then Vincent said that I resemble a friend of his and left me." smile.

Lancelot touched the child's head and said in a low voice, "It does look a bit like it."