The next second, Grievor pushed Thales away and looked away, breathing rapidly.
Kurtz coughed slightly.
"I saw Kevin." Kurtz shook his head to the left. There, a young man peeked his head furtively behind the wall and waved to this side. Thales recognized it. It was the old man who was carrying the old man last night.
The crow came to the young coachman in the Shield District.
Perhaps because they had just finished the topic about him, the three of them didn't look very good after seeing Kevin.
It's like being caught telling bad things behind your back.
"I'm going to do the final confirmation and wait for my signal." Kurtz spat out the grass in his mouth, patted the dust in his hands and stood up. His originally rogue temperament instantly became sharper.
Grievor nodded and watched her leave.
Only the veteran and the prince are left.
The atmosphere is a bit heavy.
Thales looked at the seamstress's retreating back and suddenly said: "To be honest, I have been in the Northland for six years, and it is rare to see such a Northland girl."
Grivet paused slightly and hummed softly.
"Kurz's father used to be a military doctor. She grew up in a military camp. Her childhood was filled with blood and miserable howls."
Thales' eyes moved.
The veteran's fingers flicked on the wheelchair, as if he was recalling the past:
"Until her father died unexpectedly, the teenage Kurtz faced those veterans and gangsters. You can't imagine what a girl would go through in that hell, let alone what she would become like."
Thales's heart tightened.
He looked at the corner where Kurtz disappeared with some surprise, recalling the tough impression this seamstress had given him.
Grieve said in a daze: "At least until I fish her out."
"Unfortunately, the famous Longxiao City is not much better, especially the Shield District and the Hammer District."
At this moment, the tough veteran looked particularly tired, as if he had just experienced a big battle.
Thales took a slow breath:
"No wonder."
Grewal hummed and shook his head: "You were born noble, and it's hard to imagine that everything goes smoothly, but do you think she was born full of foul language, curses, violent and untamable temperament, and no sense of gentleness?"
"Do you think she is not like an ordinary noble lady from the North, who puts on gorgeous dresses and noble makeup, sits in a warm and gorgeous palace with makeup and makeup, and enjoys sumptuous dinners and men's favors in a soft voice?
What?"
"When life is tough on you," Griveaux squeezed the wheelchair tightly, the remaining three fingers on his left hand trembling slightly: "You have to be tougher than it."
Thales remained silent for a long time.
But then he looked up.
"But I think she is very good now," the prince, who felt a little inexplicably heavy, said with sharp eyes:
"It's exactly what a woman looks like at her strongest, most beautiful, and most charming."
Boom!
Thales screamed in surprise.
He held his painful forehead with both hands and looked at Griwal angrily.
The veteran withdrew his right hand, which was as big as a cauldron, expressionlessly: "You're so young, don't imitate others in trying to pick up girls."
Thales gave him an aggrieved look in return.
"But, yes."
"She is great," Grewal smiled slightly, with a slight sparkle in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "It has been more than ten years, and Kurtz has been our brother for a long time."
Thales rubbed his head vigorously and said angrily: "Just brothers?"
"She will be disappointed."
Grivet glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, but said nothing.
After a few seconds, the veteran spoke suddenly.
"Your father, what kind of person is he?"
Thales' nerves became tense.
"My father?"
Grivet turned his face to the other side, shook his head, and shrugged as if he didn't care: "Yes."
The prince blinked.
That was a memory from too long ago.
Thales frowned and replied rather hesitantly: "He, he is a king."
Boom!
The second time, Thales held his head in his hands with tears in his eyes and watched Grievor withdrew his right hand angrily.
Why?
I saw that Grivet was quite angry: "Damn it, who the hell doesn't know that your father is the king... Say something else that will be useful, okay?"
Thales gritted his teeth: "Stop moving your hands or feet!"
"Others? He..." The prince was about to speak, but rolled his eyes: "Why do you want to know this?"
Grivet coughed and turned his head as usual.
"Oh, well, you know, both kings of Exeter were despicable and shameless bastards," the veteran shrugged for the second time indifferently, rubbing his back on the wheelchair: "I was just thinking about the stars.
Is the same true for the king?"
Thales looked suspiciously.
"But Old Crow said you don't care about high-level politics."
Griwal's expression changed: "Yes... I, I suddenly changed my mind... I know it's not a bad thing to know more. Next time we meet, I can laugh at him in turn."
The veteran shrugged for the third time.
Thales looked at Griwal thoughtfully.
Until Grivet coughed sheepishly and turned away.
Thales asked tentatively: "But didn't you say you didn't want to see him again, Xixer?"
Grewal's face turned red: "None of your business!"
"Of course, of course, but..." Thales observed Griwal's profile carefully and narrowed his eyes: "Why is it my father?"
Grivet's face froze.
"Oh, come on," he waved his hand and interrupted Thales angrily: "You know... forget it, forget about it."
The veteran crossed his arms, turned around, shrugged for the fourth time, and said to himself angrily: "Just another genius, precocious, young and wealthy, handsome, charming, and domineering pretty boy."
Thales looked at him quietly and smiled.
"What about Selan?"
Grivet trembled slightly: "Ah?"
"You heard what I said," Thales sighed: "Where is my mother? What kind of person is she?"
The waiting time for this problem is extremely long.
After a long while, Grivet twisted his mouth and shook his head disdainfully.
"Your mother? Ha!"
"That annoying crooked little girl," the veteran in the wheelchair said with a complicated expression and nonchalant words: "What she is best at is causing a lot of trouble and making everyone angry."
"Trick everyone into wiping her butt."
Thales nodded: "Including you?"
"But please spare me," Grewal shook his head and sneered, "I hate her the most."
Thales smiled slightly.
"You and Xixer...were both slaves in the desert back then, right?"
This question seemed to hit a sore point in Griveau's life.
"Hey!"
He jumped up a few inches in his wheelchair, very angry:
"I don't care what the old crow told you..."
Grewal pointed at Thales with an unkind expression: "I agree to do you a small favor, but that doesn't mean we are familiar with each other!"
The two of them leaned back to their original positions, waiting for Kurtz's signal.
Until Grivet spoke again.
"Hey, Old Crow didn't tell me much, but looking from the direction you're going..." Griwal seemed unable to naturally change from his "angry" mood, and he said stiffly: "You're going
Desert, right?"
Thales's heart tightened.
He spread his hands and just smiled with narrowed eyes.
But Grieve seemed to have read through his mind and hummed softly:
"Listen, if you're going into the desert, you'd better have a skilled guide, otherwise..."
Grivet shook his head disapprovingly.
Thales's heart moved: "What's so scary in the desert? Orcs or Bone Man?"
"They are all," Grievor tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp: "Orcs, they smash your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs, but the Bone Man... It's hard to say that they are evil. Those guys are evil.
Very.”
"Evil?"
"But your biggest threat is far from them," Grivet said solemnly: "It is the desert itself, the sun and yellow sand, and the devil who is always whispering in your ear, 'Lie down, sleep, and dream.
Never stand up again'."
The veteran's expression began to drift into the distance again.
Thales looked at his side face and remembered something: "You have been into the desert, right."
Grivet nodded absently:
"When I was a soldier, I fought in it."
Thales frowned slightly: "Then?"
Grivet raised his head.
"Then," the veteran in the wheelchair looked at Thales seriously:
"There's no after that."
At this moment.
On the street in the distance, there was a sudden commotion.
It seemed like two men were arguing.
"get ready!"
Griveaux held both ends of the wheelchair alertly: "When the signal comes, those are our people."
Thales stood up nervously, lowered his body and grabbed the low fence.
"Will this work?"
Thales looked worriedly at the two men who started fighting when they disagreed, and watched as their fight became more and more intense.
More and more people join in, turning fights into fights and fights into riots.
The patrol team at the sentry post began to walk toward them with frowns on their faces, as if they were suspicious.
Thales felt uneasy: "The Meteorites may be suspicious. I have seen the actions of the former White Blade Guards in Longxiao City, and I have seen how they locked onto the whereabouts of a Kangmas man in half an hour in a chaotic situation. Meteorites."
The guards and the White Blade Guards know Longxiao City well, this is their home."
The commotion in the distance grew bigger and bigger, and many people came from outside the street to join the fight.
Until a patrol soldier who broke up the fight was punched over.
Grivet laughed mockingly.
"Meteor? Hehe, that bastard leader and his bastard brothers?"
The veteran in the wheelchair turned his face with a serious expression: "You are wrong."
Grivet silently patted his chest.
"The people who are most qualified to call this city 'home'..."
"It was never them."
The next second, Griveaux turned around in his wheelchair, and amidst the growing commotion, he decisively drove out of the cover, hurriedly walked along the side of countless people, and headed towards the cliff of the sky: "Let's go."
Thales took a deep breath, jogged, and followed the direction of the veteran.
The process of avoiding the sentry post was easier than imagined. The poor people in the shield area were fighting in a huge way. The poor dozen or so people on the patrol team were surrounded. It was difficult to even protect themselves, let alone find someone who had sneaked into the Sky Cliff.
They are.
In Grieve's words, "Longxiao City is really inferior to every generation."
In the chaos, before the patrol team sent to suppress them, they slipped under the rocky and uneven cliff. God knows how the veteran could move so fast in a wheelchair!
After twists and turns, before Thales was about to get dizzy, he followed the back wheel of Grevo's car and finally saw Kurtz in front of a small dark hole.
"Ready?"
Kurtz looked nervous, but her movements were not delayed. She took out a low-quality eternal lamp that was obviously a second-hand product from the backpack behind her, and threw it to Thales.
The panting Thales hugged the eternal lamp, watched Kurtz take out ropes and tools, and said solemnly: "Any time."
The sound of fighting behind him began to slow down.
Kurtz smiled softly, as if with disdain: "Remember, only touch the places where I have stepped."
Thales took a deep breath and nodded with a complicated mood.
"Pray I don't die in there." Kurtz smiled and patted the veteran on the back.
The seamstress put the eternal lamp into her mouth, straightened her body, and with her feet down, she slid into the dark hole.
No one was seen.
This is...the black path?
Thales couldn't bear to be surprised that the small cave actually had a different sky. Grievor sighed and patted him on the shoulder.
"My people will prepare horses over there and go wherever you want to go," the veteran looked hesitant, but said nothing in the end, "But, stay close to Kurtz inside."
Thales took a deep breath, followed the example of a seamstress, and pushed his legs into the cave. He didn't step on it all the way, but he felt the slightest coolness inside and the faint breeze.
"You won't come?"
The fight behind them continued, but the patrol's whistle sounded in the distance.
Clearly, time is running out.
Grievault patted half of his thigh and mocked: "Do I look like I can fly over walls and fly over walls?"
Thales was heartbroken.
"Go ahead," Grieve said with a gloomy expression and turned to the side: "I have to go back and clean up the mess, especially that dead face."
Thales looked at the veteran and clenched his fists.
"Grevor," Thales gritted his teeth and nodded heavily:
"Thanks."
The young man said seriously: "Whether you are doing it for Old Crow or for my mother."
Grivet was stunned.
Thales looked at him sincerely and nodded slightly.
The next second, the veteran's expression became angry. He slapped Thales on the back, and pushed him into the black path amidst the latter's exclamations.
Watching Thales disappear into the dark path, Grievor took two deep breaths to calm down his irritable mood.
Oh shit.
Grivet cursed silently in his mind.
For his mother?
Who does he think he is?
Grivet turned his wheelchair with an unswerving expression on his face, looked at the increasingly obvious fight on the street, and spat in displeasure.
"A king."
He looked at the newly lit sky and murmured.
"A king," Grivet's face darkened, and he muttered to himself full of low emotions:
"How could it be a... king?"
The veteran looked at half of his thigh, then touched his empty left eye, with a reluctant and gloomy expression, and spoke in a low voice:
"Hold."
But after just a few breaths, Grivet relaxed his tense expression.
With a stiff face, he pulled a piece of thread from the pocket in his arms in panic.
Slowly took out a small black leather bag from the mezzanine.
Griveau opened the leather bag tremblingly, looked at the contents dullly, and then looked at the entrance of the black path.
He said nothing for a long time.
The veteran stopped his movements, sneered slightly, and shook his head as if mocking himself: "Fuck..."
The sounds of fighting behind him began to subside.
But Grivet seemed unaware.
He pinched the thing in his hand, his face turned green and red, put on a ferocious expression, and shouted:
"Hold!"
As if this proves anything.
After a few seconds, Griveau leaned on the backrest of his wheelchair with relief.
He laughed weakly a few times.
The veteran closed his eyes tightly, with a hint of sadness in his tone:
"Hold."
Finally, the thing in Grivet's hand slowly fell down and landed on his wheelchair.
The morning light illuminated it.
It was a neatly tied strand of female hair.
Soft, smooth and bright.
The color is fiery red.
After feeling the friction between his back and the rock formation, and sliding to the bottom with tension all the way, Thales opened his eyes and saw darkness.
Until the sound of footsteps sounded.
"Hey, are you afraid of the dark?"
Thales squinted his eyes to adapt to the sudden light, and looked in shock at Kurtz, who was holding the eternal lamp and looking at him playfully.
It was dark all around.
and cold.
Their eternal lamp can only illuminate a small area around them.
"Follow me," the seamstress, with only half of her face exposed in the darkness, helped him light the eternal lamp and sighed, "Even if some roads are difficult to walk, you must follow them."
Thales got up in embarrassment.
Kurtz turned around and climbed up the dark rock wall on his hands and knees, seemingly going uphill.
"I have to climb this crappy place again..."
"At least I got three hundred gold coins last time..."
Kurtz said sarcastically to himself: "Where are the patrons this time? They gave us a chance to hang on the gallows, ha!"
"Prince? Humph."
Thales had to pretend not to hear.
The black path was narrower than Thales imagined. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the eternal lamp beside him, his arm hit the rock wall firmly.
Boom.
Thales hissed and rubbed the sore spot, not daring to be careless anymore. He carefully grabbed the eternal lamp and struggled to keep up with Kurtz's footsteps.
Kurtz was obviously familiar with the road, and he could only barely see Kurtz's trouser legs and boots through the dim light of the eternal lamp.
Soon, Thales realized the power of the black path.
Obviously, there is no flat road here, it is either uphill or downhill, but it is full of potholes. In several places, it is even a steep slope that is close to a cliff. Kurtz has to climb up with a scratching hook, and then hang a rope to pull him up.
"Is this place really used by people?" Thales complained painfully after falling for the eighth time: "A black path?"
"It wasn't so difficult to walk before," Kurtz in front said with a chuckle: "But you know... Disaster was just playing with rocks in Longxiao City, and half of it collapsed out of thin air."
"Blame it on them."
In the darkness along the way, there were bumps and bumps everywhere, and Thales often fell or slipped due to his inexperience. If he hadn't had enough experience in beatings as a child, Thales felt that he might have been bruised and swollen by now.
"Be careful, don't fall again."
Kurtz's voice came from ahead.
Thales blushed and groped the surrounding rock formations more cautiously: "Thank you."
Kurtz snorted.
"I'm not talking about you, but the eternal lamp. Who cares whether you drop it or not?"
Thales raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes in the darkness where no one could see.
"The ventilation here is very poor. If you use a torch, you will suffocate."
Kezi, who was leading the way, said:
"And it's too dark here. If you break the lamp, you won't be able to get out without lighting."
Speaking of which...
Thales thought: I have a way.
He chuckled inwardly.
The sins of the Hell River responded to his call and rushed to his eyes.
As the blood vessels around his eye sockets surged, Thales saw with satisfaction that the dark scene in front of him slowly became brighter.
Including the sound in the cave, although there is only a slight flow of cold air.
Thales only felt that his eyes were much clearer, and many obstacles that could not be seen in the dark could be avoided in advance.
So he quickly caught up with Kurtz, which actually made the seamstress look at him high.
"You get started pretty quickly!"
Thales couldn't help but feel a little proud, and he began to pay attention to his surroundings.
"Oh, are there any words here?"
Thales climbed up to a relatively flat rock platform and saw strange writing on the rock wall through the Sin of Hell River.
"ah?"
Kurtz, who was groping for the road ahead, asked in confusion: "Why didn't I find it?"
Taylor paused, and the sins of the Hell River continued to flow.
He narrowed his eyes and touched the words carved on the rock wall.
"August, 20th...livestock, food..." He read the words above in a low voice.
Thales's expression became serious.
"Ancient Empire."
Kurtz climbed up a protruding rock and asked curiously: "What?"
"The writing, the writing on these rocks, is the ancient imperial script. This way of writing... is not the final empire, but the ancient empire from a long time ago." Thales blinked, thinking of Gilbert's long time ago in confusion.
The ancient empire alphabet that he taught himself: "This tunnel has a history of at least a thousand years, and even longer. At least at that time, the Northland was still under the rule of the ancient empire."
"No," Thales saw a new sentence and immediately overturned his own thoughts. His curiosity was aroused and he said enthusiastically: "It shouldn't be that old. I noticed that there are some common slang mixed in these words.
The text and usage appear to record supplies and inventories."
Kurtz laughed dryly.
The seamstress seemed to be doing something laborious, maybe rock climbing, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, it's really... really powerful... really amazing."
"Now, move your butt and keep walking."
Kurtz finally climbed up to a huge rock above. She took a breath, stretched out her head and stretched out her hand to Thales below, and said angrily: "Then give me your hand, and I will pull you up."
Thales raised his eyebrows, glanced at the figure above, and continued to move forward.
But he froze immediately.
etc.
Thales raised his head again and looked at Kurtz above him in disbelief.
The eternal lamp only illuminated a small area of the rock wall around her, and the rest was pitch black.
but.
Seeing the scene in front of him clearly, Thales was suddenly shocked!
He blinked in astonishment: in the dark vision of Hell River, which was almost like daylight, on the rock formation above Kurt's head...
Suddenly there was one more person.
That's a man.
He wore an ancient style of armor and had intricately braided hair. He had a thin face and an open mouth. His eyes were bulging but had no pupils, only the whites of his eyes.
Like a dead body.
Thales noticed with a faint chill: In the dim black path, there was only black and the golden color of the lights, but the man was "brightly colored", with dark cyan shoulder armor, bright silver mail, and a dark red belt.
, even the weapons have distinct colors.
What's even weirder is that the man seems to be embedded face down in the rock formation, "lying" upside down on top of Kurtz's head against gravity.
At that moment, Thales felt stiff all over. He suddenly remembered the story of the "back-to-back" upper bunk in the campus dormitory in another illusory world.
Why now...
I obviously know...I am most afraid of this kind of thing...
"Hello!"
Kurtz shook his arm impatiently and said, "Are you stupid?"
The next second.
The man moved.
I saw "him" lowering his neck stiffly little by little.
It's like my neck is rusty.
Thales' scalp began to feel numb and a chill spread down his spine.
The next moment, his neck seemed to be lowered to the extreme, and "he" began to turn his pair of pale eyes without eyes again, staring lifelessly at Kurtz below.
"He" slowly pulled up the thin muscles on his cheeks, pulled out a cold smile, exposed abnormally sharp rust-colored teeth, and spit out a phrase in a hoarse voice that sounded like his vocal cords were being torn apart.
Thales froze when he heard that much longer phrase.
That's the ancient imperial language.
【Living...people...】
But Kurtz still had a face full of impatience, and seemed to be unaware of the thing that was only a few inches away from his head: "Do you still want to come up?"
It seems that I didn't even hear the word.
Thales took a deep breath, lowered his head, and suppressed the trembling all over his body.
Now.
How on earth was he going to tell Kurtz: above your head...
have……
There is a...
Thales took a few deep breaths and fought back the fear.
He made up his mind.
What's this?
No……
is not it……
Isn't it just one...
Isn’t he just a ghost?
With full of indignation, Thales gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and raised his head suddenly!
But he was stunned again.
Above Kurtz's head, there was only a dark rock formation.
Empty.
What kind of man lying upside down, what kind of brightly colored ghost.
It's like it never appeared.
"Hey Hey hey?"
Kurtz looked at Thales who was stunned with an unhappy look on his face, the light shining on her profile and the rock wall: