"Don't worry, everyone else in the team won't be back tonight due to various things."

Kuai Sheng lay carelessly on the bed, shaking his wrist that was sore from the fierce fight just now, and said:

"My guess is that Dean lured them away on purpose, and the target was you."

A broken animal oil lamp illuminated the mercenaries' hut. Dean's body had already been covered with a coarse cloth and was lying quietly on the ground, while Thales was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the corner, without losing his vigilance.

Looking at the comfortable fast rope on the bed.

After a long while, after finally clearing his mind, Thales spoke softly:

"What's going on? Why, why are you here..."

"What's going on?" Kuaisheng put his hands on the back of his head and looked at the mottled ceiling: "That's what you see."

"I always thought that except for some old people in Longxiao City, no one would know that I was alive."

Kuai Rope pursed his lips towards the human body covered with coarse cloth:

"Until this guy shows up."

His tone was still relaxed, as if it was a sunny day without haze.

"The darkroom is always permeable, right?"

"Neither my father nor Suril liked Ms. Kashan, so I also stayed away from her."

Thales glanced at Dean on the ground.

He clenched his fists subconsciously.

"I don't understand," he turned to Quick Rope and asked his biggest doubt: "Your hair color, your Camus accent, and your age..."

Quick Rope burst out laughing.

"You know, Camas is a magical place, with different city-states, diverse races, and strange customs," the former prince sighed:

"On the route they opened, the Zante Islands in the southwest of the mainland produce a magical dye. The local tribes use it to dye their hair and even apply makeup. It will not fall off for a month. I only need to worry about the roots of my hair.

…”

Thales frowned as he watched the fast rope twisting his red hair.

"As for accent and age..."

"Perhaps you haven't noticed it yourself, Prince of the Stars," Quick Rope turned his head sideways and smiled at Thales: "But it sounds to me that you, who have been in the north for six years, now have a full Northland accent, and

You look far less than a simple fourteen-year-old boy."

He arched his shoulders.

Thales lowered his head in silence.

"Is it all fake?"

Prince Xingchen asked in a sad mood: "From the beginning of the great desert, that Kuai Rope told jokes, joked with everyone, fought for the rights and interests of his dead companions, and even 'can't write' Kuai Rope... you

Have you been acting?"

Kuaisheng's face darkened.

"No," he put his hands on his hands expressionlessly, "it's not entirely false."

"You know, when a pampered and frustrated prince walks out of the castle, the first thing he discovers is that the outside world is not that beautiful."

The inferior lights slowly dimmed, and the room became dark again.

Thales remained motionless.

"So much so, that on the first afternoon when that idiot prince arrived in Camas and the 'City of Thousand Sails' Waril State, he was defrauded of all his remaining savings. By the way, the three hundred people who crossed the black path

The gold coins were so ridiculously expensive that he had to sell himself to a long-distance ship and embark on a maiden voyage that he had never dreamed of, opening an unprecedented chapter in his life."

Kuaisheng said blankly: "In six years, he abandoned a lot and learned a lot."

At this point, Quick Rope snorted lightly.

"When I first went to sea, the boatswain was a bad temper, and he would always point to the sail ropes that were not fastened or should be loosened and yell at me: 'Hurry up! Rope!'"

His tone was full of emotion: "In this way, I got the first nickname in my life."

Thales was still leaning against the corner solemnly.

Until Kuaisheng's next words came with a slight sense of depression:

"Not some bullshit 'born king'."

Thales frowned.

He suddenly thought of King Nun, but found that no matter what, it was difficult to connect him with the optimistic and open-minded, but strangely complex Quick Rope in front of him.

"What kind of nickname will you get, Tails, have you ever thought about it?"

Kuai Rope suddenly asked with great interest: "Adventure King? Hostage King?"

Thales came back to his senses and sighed slightly: "Moral..."

"Ah, I see."

In the darkness, Quick Rope's voice undulated slightly, with a hint of pride: "The King of Bad Luck."

Quick Rope's giggles started again.

Thales didn't respond.

Until Kuaisheng's laughter slowly died down.

"Why."

"Six years ago," Thales asked hoarsely, "Why did you leave?"

This time, there was silence in the room for a long time.

Kuai Sheng sighed softly, like a prisoner undergoing trial and preparing to face his fate.

"I asked myself this question countless times in the first few years."

Quick Rope's voice sounded faintly: "The answer is different every time."

"But in the past two or three years, the answer has gradually become clear."

In the darkness, he slowly sat up, his clear eyes twinkling slightly in the moonlight:

"Because it's my choice."

Thales's breathing became faster.

What King Charmaine said to him and his evaluation of Moral all came to mind one by one.

Everything I experienced six years ago flashes back to me like it was yesterday.

"But you just left so irresponsibly?"

Thales unknowingly gritted his teeth: "Leave your country, your people, and your relatives behind..."

The silhouette of the fast rope trembled slightly in the moonlight.

"Do you know how much damage your disappearance has caused to the entire Longxiao City? Do you know that your willfulness almost caused the two countries to fight each other, causing countless casualties? You know, your decision made me, Lumba, and

Selma, what fate did your father, King Nun, face?"

At that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to the underground tomb of Fuxing Palace, with that heavy, majestic, and faintly powerful voice ringing in his ears.

【Destiny will help you prepare】

In the past six years, blood, death, betrayal, murder, politics, helplessness and powerlessness, helplessness and regret, if this is the fate of the prince...

Thales's mood became more and more chaotic.

But facing fate, the person in front of him...

"how is he?"

"My father." Kuaisheng spoke hoarsely, interrupting Thales' thoughts of jealousy or reluctance: "Six years ago, when he was dying...how was it?"

Thales was slightly startled.

Nun VII.

Born king.

The indifferent old man caressing the ring.

"All I've heard over the years are rumors, but you were there, Thales," Kuaishou said calmly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice:

"where are you."

For a moment, there were only two people breathing in the house.

Thales was silent for a while.

Dragon blood.

That night six years ago was truly unforgettable.
To be continued...