Facts have proved that Grivet is indeed a local snake in the Shield District. Even at night, even if he has difficulty moving, and even though the Shield District is a maze-like ruin with few people, the veteran can still find the paths without any mistakes.
Eight circuits found a way out.
Under the moonlight, Thales quietly lowered his head and followed behind him, pretending to be a wheelchair pusher for Grievo, watching Grievo walk through the streets and alleys without any hindrance as if he were in his own backyard.
Fences, and even signals and gestures to different people living in every corner.
Thales kicked a stone away from his feet and patted the dust on his body, with a slight emotion in his heart: He hadn't felt like this for a long time.
Especially since the Shield District had turned into such a desolate scene, it reminded him of the days when he begged in the smelly ditches and alleys of Yongxing City a long time ago.
It wasn't until they came to a bungalow with mottled bricks and stones that Grivet coughed and knocked on the door four times, twice quickly and twice slowly.
Thales heard in surprise: there was a crackling sound coming from the house.
Like someone fell off the bed?
There were footsteps behind the door, and then an impatient female voice came.
"For Haoyue's sake!"
"If you want to buy goods, you can't go there tomorrow morning..."
Griwal in the wheelchair said dullly:
"Kurz, it's me."
The sound from behind the door stopped.
As the wooden door opened, a sleepy face appeared in front of them.
This is a woman in her thirties, with long messy hair, looking down at Griwal, wearing thin clothes, her eyes are misty, and the spring on her chest is vaguely visible.
She looked like she had just woken up and looked at the two people in front of the door without knowing why.
Thales politely moved his eyes away from her uncovered chest, suppressed his doubts about "who is she", and looked at Griwal.
Grewal snorted coldly: "Tell me, Kurtz, you didn't drink...otherwise I would have to wake you up."
He forgot to take a look inside the room: "It's also best not to have any girls come to you for 'measurement'."
"Just because you're such a courageless lame? You still don't know who is fucking whom," the woman at the door rubbed her eyes: "It's not my fault that I'm popular with women. After all, I'm one of the few in the Shield District... Wait a minute.
."
After seeing the person in front of her clearly, the woman's expression changed.
Her hand on the back of the door dropped, followed by the sound of heavy metal hitting the ground.
"You are hurt……"
"I have a bad feeling, the cripple is just like the first time we met," the woman named Kurtz put on a dejected face, but her eyes shifted to Grivet's wound wrapped with a cloth bandage, and she suddenly frowned
A wrinkle:
"Are you being targeted again?"
Grivet nodded with a gloomy expression.
"It's still the same idiots from the market in the Sword District."
The veteran tapped his wound and said disdainfully: "This time, they brought real ones."
Kurtz leaned against the door frame and scratched his face with his palm, as if to wipe away the sleepiness.
"I got it, I'll sew it up for you," she sighed, looked around carefully, and said with annoyance on her face: "Longxiao City is in such a mess, they still have the time to mess with you...fuck you
of."
Thales looked curiously at this messy woman who was full of foul language and had an alluring figure, wondering about her relationship with Griwal.
"And you, lame man, I've said it a hundred times, now is no better than before," Kurtz raised his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said earnestly: "Don't go out alone at night, at least bring..."
"Hey," Grewal interrupted her with a serious look in his eyes:
"I've dealt with it and taught them a little lesson."
Kurtz looked at Grievor's expression and became slightly annoyed.
She asked tentatively:
"Your 'little lesson'?"
Grivet made no reply.
Thales thought of the slaughterhouse he had just seen, and blinked helplessly towards the corner where no one could see him.
yes.
A little lesson.
Kurtz seemed to understand what the other party meant, and then narrowed his eyes: "I understand."
"Then the war begins."
"Till death."
Her face became solemn, she lowered her head and thought carefully: "I'll go find Falon right away. Although the city is under martial law, I think we can get a hundred good people before dawn, and there will be fifty more after dawn.
...We can catch you off guard..."
Thales's heart suddenly moved: What?
This woman is also... "coming out to fool around"?
Griveaux coughed and interjected: "Before that, I have other things to do."
"They wouldn't have thought that we would counterattack so quickly. The patrol team is busy..." Kurtz muttered about the gang war to himself. When he heard Grievor's words, he was slightly startled and raised his eyes: "Don't
Something?"
Only then did Kurtz notice the young man behind Griwal.
She subconsciously tightened the thin clothes on her chest, looked at the nine-pointed star emblem on Thales' shoulder, and frowned in confusion: "Wait, who is this kid? Is he a noble?"
"he?"
"Come and meet Kurtz, Thales," Grievor turned his head, looked at Thales, and leisurely stretched out his hand to Kurtz: "The most unlucky tailor in the North, Dr. Zhi."
The veteran pointed to an ugly scar on his arm and sneered:
"My specialty is sewing."
Thales smiled awkwardly at Kurtz: "Hey, hello."
Kurtz, a tailor and doctor, looked suspicious: "Okay?"
Grivet turned around and sneered as if he was mocking himself: "Don't guess he is that prince."
Kurtz didn't react and asked in confusion: "Which prince?"
Grivet snorted.
"Which other prince could it be?"
The man in the wheelchair grinned: "Wherever you go..."
"The unlucky one..."
"Prince of the Stars."
Thales coughed quietly and pretended not to hear.
The next moment, the prince saw as expected: the confusion on Kurtz's face turned into shock, and he froze in place.
In the house, Thales was sitting on a chair, chewing on the extremely unpalatable rye bread that had been saved for about a quarter, and looked at this similarly simple and dilapidated house:
There was a bare wooden platform with a lot of fabrics piled on it, and cheap women's spice boxes scattered randomly. There were many clothes samples hanging on the ceiling. Cloths and clothes were piled everywhere on the floor, table, bed, and even underwear.
No exception.
Needles and scissors, measuring rulers and coils can be seen everywhere. There is also a mirror with three cracks on the wall, and a saw in the corner.
Behind the door was a ferocious-looking jun1. Thales knew what the metallic sound was when the woman let go.
Thales picked up the wooden bowl, took a sip of the slightly smelly water, and looked at Kurtz.
The identity of this woman is clear: tailor.
Thales sighed secretly: But... doctor?
Sewing with one hand and sewing with the other?
He looked at the ferocious jun1 behind the door to treat illnesses and save lives. Tailor-made clothes may also be involved in gang conflicts?
The prince glanced at the unflattering styles of clothes around him and what was the tailor doing with his saw?
With the most evil imagination, Thales cursed: No wonder he is so poor.
On the other side of the room, Kurtz, who was fully dressed, was sitting on a wooden bed supported by bricks with a broken leg, arguing in a low voice with Grewal in front of him, but this could not be hidden from Thales' ears.
"are you crazy?"
Kurtz opened a long coarse women's skirt hanging above his head and looked at the calm Grewal anxiously:
"It's not just the westbound avenue... From the city gates, city walls, city gates between districts, to the branch streets at key locations, they set up checkpoints almost everywhere. The patrols took the rewards and worked overtime.
Night and day, never let up.”
"It is said that even places as far away as the Duxue River Ferry are no exception."
Grivet narrowed his eyes slightly: "Really?"
Kurtz let out a breath and unconsciously glanced at Thales who was still eating.
"For decades, except for tax collection, no one has cared about the Shield District and the Hammer District. Even if it is a murder case, the big men can't work," the seamstress clapped her fingers and told Griwal the stakes:
"But today, not only the patrols, but also the White Blade Guards came to the door. Not to mention the Gong District of Spear District, which is closely connected with the nobles and rich people, even dozens of households on Crazy Street in our Hammer District came to the door.
They were searched, even the bottom of the dancer's underwear was searched until ten o'clock in the evening, and I heard that it will continue in the morning."
Kurtz slapped her hard, raised one leg very inelegantly, and put it on top of her breasts that were about to come out, leaving the other leg dangling freely under the bed.
She gritted her teeth, showing no trace of the woman's weakness: "This is a big event, Grievo, an absolutely big event, comparable to six years ago..."
Grivet gave a sarcastic smile.
Thales took a bite of bread, and for some reason he thought of Princess Jini from long ago.
In comparison, the seamstress in front of her was obviously much ruder, but she had the same neatness and no pretense as Jinnie.
but……
Given how tricky Thales's identity is, since Grewal can bring him to her without any hesitation...
On the other side, Kurtz exhaled in pain: "During the day, you heard how the Fallen Stars threatened us, but it wasn't just us."
She stretched out her finger in a serious manner and spoke in an emotional tone, trying to make the other party understand the seriousness of the matter: "Spear District, Sword District, Bow District, almost all the local snakes or prestigious people in each area have been greeted, whoever is implicated
Inside are the enemies of Longxiao City."
Griwal sneered: "They, those doglegs can also represent Longxiao City?"
"No, you don't know. The Department of Order also spread the word through several order officers..." Kurtz cleared his throat, glanced here, and saw that Thales was still eating and drinking by himself, seemingly not noticing.
them.
Then she lowered her voice and said:
"They said that whoever has information about the prince and his whereabouts can gain the friendship of the Department of Order and the patrol team. People on the street can turn a blind eye. Even if they help them find the prince, they can get three dollars.
Thousand gold coins."
Kurtz gritted his teeth, his facial features became tangled, and he stretched out three fingers tremblingly.
At that moment, Grivet, who had remained motionless, finally changed his expression, and his remaining eyes were as big as pigeon eggs!
Thales frowned slightly.
Griwal suddenly raised his head: "Three, three thousand?"
The seamstress smacked her mouth and gestured in the direction of Thales, her bright eyes inadvertently showing a trace of greed and charm:
"Consider it?"
After a second, Grievor desperately put away his chin that was about to fall to the ground, and coughed unnaturally.
"Humph," the veteran said solemnly:
"Do I look like a money addict? Do I look like the kind of villain who is tempted by a few gold coins?"
Kurtz's smile fell, and she looked at him with a complicated face.
Griveau felt a little embarrassed when the woman saw him. He turned his face and said seriously: "We are going to send him out, that's it."
After hearing this, Thales rubbed his lips with his upper teeth, feeling strange.
Kurtz exhaled, a look of pity and hesitation on his face going back and forth.
Both of them were silent for a while, and Thales took the opportunity to force himself to swallow the last bite of the unpleasant bread.
"They'll soon be suspicious of coming here."
The seamstress sat on her bed and crossed her arms worriedly: "Although the shield area is difficult to search, it will come sooner or later...it is a mess and ruins. Is there any better hiding place than this?"
Grivet raised his head with tangled eyebrows: "So we have to send him out as soon as possible."
Kurtz sighed after hearing this: "This is a deal that costs the entire shield area and hammer area. You'd better have a good reason."
Grivet was silent for a few seconds.
"I want to send him out."
He said calmly: "This is the reason."
Kurtz was slightly startled.
The woman had a heavy expression and silently stared at Griwal.
Griveau sat in the wheelchair and pursed his lips.
"God," after a long while, Kurtz covered his face in pain and lay down on the bed: "Sooner or later, I will be implicated by you and go to the gallows, lame man."
"Yes, the job of hanging," Grivet snorted, "Then what do you do?"
Kurtz pulled the quilt, trembled slightly in an exaggerated manner, and let out a weak sob.
Thales raised his eyes calmly and observed the exit from the room.
Three seconds later.
"Forget it," Kurtz lifted the quilt, sat up with difficulty, and angrily stretched out his finger, pointing at Griwal with trembling: "I'm telling you, you damn lame..."
"From now on..."
The poor seamstress looked devastated, as if her life was over:
"I'm so fucking in love with the gallows!"
"What's the use of the things here? First, change out of your ugly clothes." Kurtz looked at Thales in front of him with a look of disgust, looking at the combination of his gray face and luxurious clothes: "
It tells everyone that you are the damn prince."
Thales shrugged his shoulders, ignored the other party's malicious intent, stayed away from a bunch of women's summer clothes with strange styles, and took a good turn and grabbed a set of shabby and ugly linen clothes.
He took off the complicated belt and replaced it with the simplest and cheapest coarse cloth belt, kicked off the lizard leather boots, put on the linen clothes that he had not touched for a long time, then picked up a pair of scissors and cut his hair into a bird's nest.
Not only that, Thales also wrapped the dagger sheath with the words "Kings are not respected by blood" in circles and circles of low-quality black cloth until the original appearance could no longer be seen. He also folded the map of Fuxing Palace and flattened it with the
The black cloth was stuffed into the middle layer of the clothes, and he was going to try his best to sew it tightly with his messy needle and thread.
As for the blood fang bracelet left to him by the Queen of Night, he simply put it on his wrist and turned it into an animal fang jewelry.
Finally, Thales finished dressing up according to the standards of the beggar era.
He walked to the mirror and saw a strange boy inside.
Thales nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he looked like an ordinary suburban boy.
"How about it? Is this okay?"
However, when Thales turned his head and looked at Griwal and Kurtz who were meditating...
"Alas," Grewal in the wheelchair sighed, held his forehead and said:
"Is there any way to improve it?"
Thales was stunned.
"Of course," Kurtz looked at Thales, who was clothed in coarse linen, his sharp-edged face full of sorrow: "I have a method to ensure that even his mother won't recognize him."
Grivet's eyes lit up.
But Kurtz pointed to the jun1 dāo behind the door, and her next words made the veteran's eyes darken again:
"Take this and cut off his entire face."
Thales opened his mouth: "Ah?"
Under Thales' stunned gaze, Kurtz sighed and shook his head, folding his arms and looking at Thales: "His skin is too tender and too white. At first glance, he looks like a pampered aristocrat, and his height is not as good as that of a normal Northlander."
This guy... will be recognized no matter what he wears."
The woman shook her head in pain: "Sneaking out of the city or something..."
The three of them sighed at the same time.
"Dung truck," Grievor frowned and said something that surprised Thales: "Call 'Shit Man' Ange, hide him in the excrement that is transported out every day, and follow the truck out of the city."
Dung truck?
Hide in...
Where?
Thales' eyebrows twitched: "Wait, what you said..."
Grewal ignored him: "Just find a reed pipe or a wooden pipe so that he can breathe..."
But fortunately, Kurtz's listless next sentence made him calm down a little.
"No, Ange was imprisoned again today."
Grivet's expression tightened, but he then gritted his teeth and said:
"Then look for Falon the Whip, they have to transport the excrement."
"Got to put him in!"
Thales's face became very ugly again.
But Kurtz shook his head again.
"Do you know how the 'shit man' was imprisoned?"
The seamstress spread her hands: "When Ange drove out of the city for the sixth time today, the patrol team at the city gate pinched their noses and poked and checked bucket after bucket with their swords. As a result, they found ten pieces of food he had hidden in the feces.
The package contains smuggled Li Jing.”
Griveaux took a few seconds to digest the message.
"How did they..."
He stared in surprise at first, then slapped his thigh angrily: "Fuck."
Kurtz scratched his chest indifferently and shook his head: "Hiding the manure truck and leaving the city directly? No way."
"What a pity." Thales sighed with pretense of regret and secretly patted his chest.
Kurtz seemed to have read through his mind, squinting at him and snorting disdainfully.
Thales smiled sheepishly, raised his hand, and changed the subject: "Is there no other way?"
Both the wheelchair and the tailor were silent.
In a few seconds, Grivet's face turned from green to white, and then from white to red.
Finally, Grivet punched the table!
"There is no choice," the veteran said decisively: "Let's take the dark path."
Thales was wondering: Black path?
Kurtz opened his eyes wide:
"Again?"
The seamstress shook her head firmly: "No, half of that damn tunnel has collapsed... Remember last time? For three hundred gold coins, we almost died in it..."
"There is only one way," Griveaux interrupted with a firm look, "There is no other way."
Kurtz looked at him solemnly.
After a while, her eyes softened and she turned around.
"I understand, I'm going to find someone right now."
But Kurtz turned around halfway and turned around again and frowned:
"One more question: Starting today, the patrol team has also placed sentry posts in the shield area."
Grivet's eyes sharpened: "Where?"
Kurtz looked embarrassed: "It's not far from the Black Trail. We can't avoid the place where King Nunn is said to have died. The higher-ups think we need to keep strict surveillance."
"Damn it, those brats dare to reach out to the shield area after taking advantage of it..."
Kurtz shrugged and scratched his neck: "'White Pig' Peak was in charge of that sentry post. I gave him six copper coins before he told me the truth: The Order Department didn't want to come either, and no one wanted to break the tacit agreement, but this
It’s the order of Nikolai the Fallen Star.”
Griveau was stunned: "Who?"
Kurtz smiled ugly, with a look of helplessness: "You rejected him in front of so many people during the day, and you also called him a 'star manipulator'. Remember, if it wasn't because he owed you a favor, that
The madman has already caught you."
"I guess...this is the retribution for your bad mouth?"
Grivet slapped his thigh angrily:
"Fucking star fucker! Disgusting dead face, shameless bitch, he deserves to be licked for the rest of his life and not be promoted to a knighthood!"
Kurtz crossed his arms and pushed up the tall figure on her chest. Then he pressed his arms comfortably on his ribs and looked at Grewal as if he were a child.
Thales frowned as he listened to them talking disrespectfully behind his back about one of the famous five generals, the captain of the Grand Duke's personal guard of Longxiao City, His Excellency Lord Nicolai, and nodded with deep approval.
After a few seconds, Grivet regained his composure and murmured:
"Can we bribe Peak? I remember he was from the Shield Zone?"
Kurtz shook his head and said: "Peak has more than a dozen people and three thousand gold coins. I can guarantee that they remember the prince's portrait more familiarly than their own mother-in-law. Not everyone dreams of going to the gallows like me."
She showed contempt again and glanced at Griwal: "Not everyone regards money as 'dung' like you do..."
"Dung, by the way," Grivet suddenly raised his head: "Go through the dung truck?"
Thales felt nervous again.
"Can't you have something other than shit in your head?"
Kurtz looked at Griwal with contempt, saving the frightened Prince from the fate of hiding in his excrement:
"Driving a dung truck to the edge of an uninhabited cliff to collect dung? Do you believe it?"
Grivet lowered his head again and sighed deeply.
"Is there any way to sneak through and get close to the black path?"
Thales' face darkened.
Nope.
If that doesn't work...
At this moment.
boom!
Grivet slapped the table.
"Kuz..."
The man in the wheelchair scratched his chin: "You just said... this guy's skin is too white, his height is too short, etc..."
Kurtz was stunned: "Huh?"
Thales also showed doubts.
The next moment, Grievault's eyes lit up. He raised his head and reached out, subconsciously patting Kurtz, and accidentally patted her breasts.
The confused Kurtz seemed to be used to it, and did not feel any resentment at being violated. She followed the other person's gaze to the ceiling, and then froze.
Following the eyes of the two men, Thales, who was confused, slowly raised his head and looked above his head.
That……
That is……
Thales was shocked and his face turned pale!
An ominous premonition suddenly hit my heart.
He forced out a smile and looked at the two Northlanders with a twitching face: "Mr. Griwal, Ms. Kurtz, what are you...thinking about?"
The next moment, Grewal and Kez lowered their heads and turned to Thales.
The man and woman showed weird smiles together.
"Will it work?" This was Grivet with a sneer on his face.
"We will know." This is Kurtz with a satisfied expression.
The atmosphere in the room changed.
Thales's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
For the first time, he regretted escaping from the Palace of Heroes.
this……
This, this, this...
"My dear, dear, beautiful prince," the seamstress stretched out her hand to pull off the thing on her head, picked up a pair of scissors, "clicked" and cut into the air, and said with a malicious smile: "A dung truck or this
…”
"Which one do you choose?"
Time seemed to have stood still for a long time.
Thales stared blankly at the clothes in Kurtz's hands.
That……
That is……
He blinked and stared at Kurtz's hand, feeling trembling all over.
The sins of the Hell River, which only appear in the body at the critical moment of life and death, crazily surged up to the limbs.
Only the hands of the seamstress Kurtz were visible.