Xixerzhu picked up his crutches and trudged towards them. He smiled and said, "You forgot, we told our fortunes in the tent that I will live a long life."
Grivet made a disgusted expression that said, "You will be the only one who believes in you."
"As for you, Drew," Hixer maintained his usual smile, glanced at Thales who was stunned, and then looked back at Griwal in the wheelchair, his eyes on his missing eyes.
The legs turned:
"I can see that you've lost a lot of weight... Little hedgehog, I really miss the years when we ate sand in the desert together..."
This sentence has a good effect: Thales who was kidnapped and Kaitong who was driving the car were both stunned.
Little hedgehog?
What little hedgehog? Who is the little hedgehog?
Grivet twisted in his wheelchair and coughed unnaturally:
"Ahem, okay, okay..."
But Xixer's seemingly emotional words continued: "I still remember that you were forced to be in the tent with those desolate women..."
At that moment, Grivet's face turned the color of pig liver.
Only the darkness of night can cover up one or two things.
When the other two people turned their admiring and suspicious eyes to him, Grivet angrily interrupted Xickser's laughter: "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Old guy!"
Xixer shrugged.
Grivet stared at him with an ugly expression, panting and thinking about something.
"Kai, thank you for sending him here. Now, please go further away..."
Grewal paused for a moment, as if he felt unsafe, indicating that he narrowed his one eye again and warned in a low voice: "Well, you don't want to hear something that will lead to me killing you later, do you?"
Kai shuddered slightly.
He looked at the young man who was dying in the arms of the boss, and forced out a frightened and weird smile: "Okay...boss."
After Kai walked away, Grivet let out a breath.
The veteran looked at Xixer unhappily:
"Very good, Old Crow. Since you are in Longxiao City, fine, I'll treat you... As long as it's on my territory, you decide the location..."
"but……"
Grivet's expression changed, the conversation changed, and he said sternly: "You are not allowed to mention the past... not even a word!"
He looked very serious.
Thales listened to the conversation between the two with suspicion, but he had already guessed something and would rather remain silent.
Leave everything to Xixer.
"Really? What a pity," Xixer sighed. He seemed to be very regretful and clicked his tongue again and again: "Those precious years cannot be easily forgotten. In the desert beast cage, we became slaves and lost all our dignity.
And you swallow blood, fight to the death with a human or inhuman opponent, grab the last bite of stinky food, and grit your teeth to survive..."
"until……"
Grivet's expression changed again.
"Ouch, I'm so fucked..." He closed his eyes in pain and annoyance, and spoke viciously:
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Don't mention it again!"
Xixer nodded with a smile, put his hands on the crutches, and coughed lightly.
After Grewal made sure to see that Hixer was no longer talking, he slowly exhaled, as if he had avoided the greatest danger, and waved Thales's hand: "Okay, after you finish speaking, you have to say
I am still rushing to make a fortune..."
When Grivet said this, his words stopped abruptly.
The veteran frowned, his eyes no longer struggling, and Thales, who was trying to recover, turned around.
Then he looked at the newly arrived Xixer.
And Xixer still looked at him quietly with that mysterious smile: "Well, Griwal, I want to ask you to do a favor."
Grivet's expression froze.
The next second, Thales felt his body loosen: he was let go by Grieve.
"Fuck, Old Crow," the veteran looked at the hostage in disbelief and then at his old friend: "You didn't just ask me to meet in this weird place on a whim, right?"
Thales fell to the ground, feeling that his limbs were sore and weak after being deprived of oxygen for a long time.
"This kid didn't just appear suddenly because of a coincidence."
Facing Grewal's confused inquiry, Xixer shook his head.
"of course not."
He leaned on crutches and walked forward slowly.
"Yes, I want to ask you to help him," Xixer's expression slowly became serious: "Please secretly and safely send Prince Thales out of Longxiao City and to the designated place under many hurdles.
Place to go.”
"Griveau."
The three fell into silence.
Thales raised his arms from the ground, stood up vigorously, and showed a rare smile tonight.
Knew it.
The contact person Putilai was talking about...
It's Xixer.
He, no, their common, respected teacher.
"It's you, teacher." Following Putilai's instructions, he showed a friendly and grateful smile to Xixer.
"Sorry, I didn't say goodbye to you before."
Xixer smiled back and winked playfully, his eyes flashing back and forth behind his monocle: "It's too late now."
Thales laughed and shook his head.
In this way, what Putilai said, the way to ask someone to help the Star Prince secretly leave the city is...
"No way!"
Grivet's rough voice sounded again.
Thales looked at the veteran in front of him with confusion.
Grivet's expression was angry and his breathing was rapid. He stared at the old crow in front of him: "Because of our past friendship, it's okay for me to treat you to dinner...but what about this?"
Grewal pointed at Thales angrily: "This is not a 'favor', it is a huge trouble!"
Thales raised his eyebrows.
"I will send this prince out of the city. If he is discovered..."
"But they can't find it, right?" Xixer interrupted him with a smile: "As before, we are very good at running away, whether it is an animal cage or a skeleton man's tent."
Thales's heart moved: Desolate Skeleton Man.
And...the Desert God?
Grivet seemed to be choked. He opened his mouth and twitched for a few seconds, and finally waved his hand: "Don't mention the past... Also, this is not a matter of discovery or not."
The veteran turned to Xixer, his face full of dissatisfaction: "The risk of this matter is too great. It involves the lives and deaths of so many of my men. Do you know how the Faller would repair the shield area if he knew about it? He forgot about that.
Lisban and those rotten people in the Department of Order are full of bad things..."
Every time Grewal said something, the old Xixer nodded slightly.
It's like listening to him talk about his troubles.
Griwal snorted dissatisfied: "You don't know what kind of chaos Dragonxiao City became after that Nun failed... Do you know, once I fall, what will be the fate waiting for my brothers?
"
"I just want to stay as far away from this nonsense as possible..."
Thales coughed: "You just wanted to exchange me for a bounty..."
Grivet's face froze, and when he was exposed, he glared at Thales viciously: "Shut up! You bastard!"
He turned his head again and said to Xixer: "Help him? Still a star person? No way."
"No matter how great a friendship is, it won't do!" Grivet's final tone was decisive and unquestionable.
Xixer sighed but said nothing more.
The scene became cold again.
A few seconds later.
"Having said that, Old Crow," Grievor snorted coldly and nuzzled at Thales: "For your sake, I won't take him to collect the reward. Please take him to find someone else, as far away from me as possible."
The further away the better.”
"I pretended I never saw you."
Thales' face darkened.
What?
Xixer's eyebrows slowly raised, and the skinny hands on the crutches trembled slightly.
But then, he relaxed his eyebrows.
"Okay, Griwal," Hixer smiled again: "Before I leave, I only ask you to do one more thing."
Grivet's eyes widened and he tilted his head with a "what else do you want" expression: "Hey, hey, I said you..."
"Alas," Xixer's expression changed instantly, and he shook his head sadly: "You know, I sometimes dream back at midnight, and when I think of us in the Flying Squirrel Tribe..."
Grivet's expression changed again.
"Okay, okay..." Grewal interrupted him as if begging for mercy.
"If you fart, hurry up." The veteran stared at the old crow in pain again, then looked away, waving his hand with abandonment: "I must have passed by a cesspit and accidentally took a breath."
Xixer smiled with satisfaction again.
He nodded and said softly: "Look at his eyes."
As soon as these words came out, both Thales and Grivet were stunned.
"What?" This was the wheelchair veteran who was blinking and confused.
"Whose eyes?" This was Thales who was equally confused.
Xixer took a deep breath.
He took a step forward, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared, replaced by a rare coldness and severity.
"Drew Grewal, for the sake of it, I treated you countless times in the desert beast cage and saved you from dying," Hixer said carefully: "Look carefully at this child's eyes."
Upon hearing this, the first person who was stunned was Thales.
mine……
Eye?
etc.
Wait, wait... More than one person in this world has told him about his eyes...
"Okay," maybe it was Xixer's rare sharp expression that played a role. In short, after a few seconds of staring in confusion, Grievor finally gave in. He pushed the wheelchair and approached Thales reluctantly.
"Snapped!"
Thales, who was still wondering and thinking, felt a pain in his arm, and was pulled forward by Grievor.
He raised his head and saw Grivet's ferocious single eyes.
It reminded him of the one-eyed dragon Duke Coster Nantry in the Kingdom of Stars. In the Hall of Stars, he could see that the veteran in front of him was very aggressive.
Grivet still looked unhappy, but under Xixer's stern gaze, he still approached Thales, squinted his single eye, and carefully studied the prince's eyes in the dim moonlight.
Thales felt quite uncomfortable being stared at. He coughed and tried his best not to blink.
The prince took a deep breath, wondering what Xixer was doing, but he still chose to believe the teacher.
Just like Gilbert warned.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
At that moment, Thales saw somewhat unexpectedly:
Grivet's expression changed.
The displeasure and disdain on his face were gone.
All that is left is shock and surprise.
This made Thales' heart move.
The veteran turned his head suddenly: "Turn on the light..."
But before he finished speaking, Hickser, as if he knew what he wanted, picked up a burning torch from the ground and threw it to Griwal from a distance.
Griwal frowned and glanced at Xixer who was indifferent.
He waved the torch to make it burn brighter and moved closer to Thales.
The heat and glare of the flames made Thales shrink back, but Grievor held him firmly.
"Don't move, kid."
By the light of the fire, Grieve once again looked at the corners of Thales's eyes. This time, his expression became more and more serious and unbelievable:
"Don't blink either."
Thales clearly saw that as the observation deepened, Grievor's expression changed subtly.
From surprise to hesitation, from hesitation to indifference, from indifference to excitement, from excitement to dejection.
The other person's brows were trembling, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions: entanglement and pain, emotion and relief, regret and regret, sadness and hesitation.
Thales was secretly shocked when he saw it.
how……
Time seems to have passed a long time.
Finally, Grivet slowly removed the torch and lowered his head deeply.
"impossible."
In the darkness where no one could see him, Griveau supported his wheelchair, bent down and muttered.
His voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, slightly blurry.
Xixer, who was on crutches, sighed slightly: "Do you understand?"
Thales turned to Old Crow with surprise, but could only see emotion and loneliness on his face.
The prince subconsciously said: "What's going on? My eyes..."
"No!"
The veteran in the wheelchair interrupted him.
"No," Grivet still lowered his head, but his voice began to tremble and break, even more so when he roared: "No, no, no..."
He held the torch in his right hand and held the seat arm of the wheelchair tightly with his left hand, his shoulders rising and falling.
Xixer shook his head: "You saw it."
Grivet raised his head suddenly!
Thales looked at his face in surprise: the veteran stared, like a detective who had just discovered the cruel truth, shaking his head in disbelief.
The prince touched his eyelids. He looked at Xixer and then at Griwal.
An inexplicable sense of panic spread in my heart.
What do they know.
just me.
Only I don't know.
"No," Grivet trembled, blinked one eye fiercely, gasped violently, and gritted his teeth: "This is just a coincidence... There may not be many such people, but there must be, even if you only need paint..."
"Tales!"
Thales was excited and turned to Xixer: "Teacher Xixer?"
The old crow who interrupted the veteran snorted:
"My friend may be highly skilled, but he doesn't care much about the high-level politics of neighboring countries..."
His words were flat and without any ups and downs.
In contrast to Xixer's daily teaching, he was very excited and lively and interesting.
"So could you please tell him," Hixer said without looking at any of them, but staring firmly at his crutch:
"What's your full name?"
full name?
Thales was shocked!
He got it.
He confirmed what they were all struggling with.
That is……
The night returned to silence.
Only the torch in Grivet's hand was still crackling and burning.
"Tales," Thales replied subconsciously, his eyes fixed on the obviously abnormal Griwal: "My, my full name is..."
"Tails Theranja Lana Kessel Brightstar."
Snap!
The torch fell to the ground and rolled into the pool of blood next to it, struggling feebly.
Grewal sat blankly in the wheelchair, his remaining eyes staring blankly at Thales, who was also distracted.
His right hand still stayed in the air, retaining the holding posture.
But he remained motionless.
It's like living a dream.
Grivet spoke softly.
"This is impossible."
The voice that was once rude, violent and extremely unpleasant now seems to be coming from a distant mountain, gentle and calm.
As if he was afraid of disturbing someone's dream.
Xixer slowly smiled a tired and sincere smile.
"That's right, Drew."
The old crow slowly raised his head, the meaning of his eyes was complex and far-reaching:
"This is Miss Selan's son."
"It's her bloodline."
Zi.
With the last muffled sound, soaked in blood, the swaying torch on the ground was finally completely extinguished.