"Oh, I'm so sorry," Tampa looked him up and down, shook his shoulders, and said with a sudden look on his face: "Looking at you looking so delicate, sitting upright all the time, closing your legs tightly, and not speaking, I really thought you were a girl.
.”
With complicated emotions, Thales smiled with difficulty.
"He is a newcomer to the industry," Kuai Sheng coughed and his face turned red before he finally regained his breath: "We just rescued him from the desert... Please, be gentle with him."
Tampa stared closely at Thales, making the latter quite uneasy.
A few seconds later, Tampa’s eyebrows lifted:
He bent down again.
"bring it on!"
"Since she's the girl from Quick Rope... I mean, since she was introduced by him..." As Tampa stood up, a glass of frothy beer was thrown heavily in front of Tails' eyes, and the tavern owner's voice was bold and happy.
: "The first cup, authentic Xihuang old beer, is free!"
Tails, who had been mistaken for a girl a moment ago, was immediately flattered.
"Thanks!"
The face of the quick rope turns out to be so useful.
The prince politely took the wine glass, looked at Kuaisheng's satisfied smile, and wondered what kind of wine it was.
"I knew that if so many people suddenly came to the Blade Tooth Camp... nothing good would happen." Tampa leaned on the bar and poured a second glass of wine for Quick Rope: "Gray bastard, right? So this
Another desert war?"
Kuaisheng's face dropped.
"No."
"Dean said no."
He drank his second glass of wine with a stiff expression. This time, Kuaisheng didn't cough.
"Is it."
Tampa filled him thoughtfully: "But at least..."
"The good news is that no one in your team has deposited money with me, so I don't have to return it..."
Quick Rope's wine glass was raised halfway and stopped in the air.
The young mercenary was slightly shocked.
"Actually, Tampa," Quick Rope took the wine glass from his lips and swallowed hard: "Yes."
Tampa frowned.
"have!"
The fast rope shook violently as if it had been stabbed by a needle.
"Kanze, do you remember that great sword from the North?"
He jumped up from his seat and hurriedly took out a shabby little notebook from his pocket.
"He saved, he saved, he promised to deposit the money with you, this is...this is his relic, his accounting, he hid the money in the flowerpot in the room..." In Tire
Under the gazes of Si and Tampa, Quick Rope's tone seemed a little urgent, with a slight tremor.
"He has...he has twenty-one Mindis, eighteen Midir, plus thirteen Solons of the North and ten Karns, nine Calebs of Anrenzo, and four who-knows-what
The denomination of Camus Southeast Universal Coupon, seven Lever independent coins, five steel city hammer coins, and countless annoying small squares from the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea...and two tower peso."
Kuaisheng turned to the last page in panic and read a mess of words on the paper.
"Right, right... that morning, before he died."
The sound of the quick rope became quieter, and he stared blankly at the small account book.
Thales also looked at him blankly, thinking of the tough guy from the North carrying a big sword.
but.
"No, quick rope."
"I don't remember him coming," Tampa frowned, looking at the crumpled little book, which was no better than garbage, "and there is no signature from him in my records..."
Kuaisheng's face turned pale.
"Tampa," he gritted his teeth, as if he knew that his words were not very convincing, but he still tried his best to defend himself and turned the page to Tampa again: "He does exist here for me. I can go and get it."
I'll give you the money. Look, it says twenty-one Mindis..."
"Stop, I don't want to be annoyed to death by your Canadian accent," Tampa said coldly, "or be fooled to death by your arithmetic skills."
"So strictly speaking," Kuaisheng seemed not to have heard what he said and shook his head desperately:
"He saved it, Tampa, Kanze saved it!"
Tampa stared at him coldly.
"And Kanze failed to come back," Kuaisheng's expression dimmed, and his voice became much lower:
"So, according to the rules, he should get his share..."
"Impossible," the tavern owner shook his head unceremoniously: "The money is with you and has never been touched by me. If you look at my account books, there are no records of his on them, so this doesn't count."
Thales watched the quarrel silently.
"That's it!"
Kuaisheng said anxiously: "It's just...it's just that I didn't have time to give it to you. He was not happy at first, but he still hesitated and decided...he is here with me...I plan to come back..."
"Tampa, please!"
"The rules are the rules," Tampa shook his head coldly: "No."
"I promised him."
Kuai Sheng's argument was almost desperate, and he waved the small book feebly: "I promised!"
"Then maybe..." Tampa interrupted him rudely: "You should be the one to pay the money?"
"Remember ten times!"
He said viciously, then turned and left.
Kuai Sheng stared blankly at the retreating figure of the tavern owner, the small book in his hand hanging down weakly.
Thales sighed and patted Quick Rope on the shoulder.
"Quick rope..."
The noise of the tavern seemed to have returned to this small corner.
Kuaisheng sat down silently and put Kanze's small notebook back into his waist pocket.
The young mercenary stared intently at his glass of wine.
After a few seconds, he suddenly laughed.
"You know, Wyatt."
"Kanze, he is the first one," Kuai Rope shook his shoulders and raised his glass to drink. "The person I persuaded to save money was my first successful business."
Thales moved slightly.
"Kanze came from the north and settled in Xingchen. He has two children, a boy and a girl, and a wife who is sick all year round..." Quick rope put down his wine glass and said expressionlessly: "They live in the ruins. They are old people.
Hammer brought him here, and I was wondering...how Old Hammer was going to tell his wife and children."
Kuaisheng leaned out, picked up the wine bottle from the bar, and poured himself another glass.
"You know."
"He gave me the address where he deposited the money and left me the account book," Kuaisheng gritted his teeth bitterly: "But I..."
"Quick rope," Thales sighed softly: "He is already gone. It is not your fault, and you can't do anything."
Kuaisheng's shoulders trembled violently.
"Nothing can be done..."
He continued to pour the wine, laughing again on the way.
"You know, a long time ago, like a lifetime ago... there was a ship..."
Kuaisheng looked at the wine bottle absentmindedly, his smile solidified: "There is a young sailor on the ship who has been determined to go to sea since he was a child, and is looking forward to one day sailing to the end of the sunset."
"On his first voyage, he went to the most legendary place on the End Sea: the Eye of the End Sea."
Thales frowned.
"A damned place, a cursed place that even the girl Muhai doesn't bless."
"The compass failed, the sails tore, pirates followed, fog was everywhere, dark clouds covered the sky, and seabirds disappeared. In the boundless darkness and endless drift, even the eternal stars in the sky changed their appearance, huge waves, and whirlpools
There are endless reefs and there are even terrible things under the sea..."
The sound of the quick rope became sad and hoarse.
"The captain, first mate, second mate, spotter, sailman, helmsman, battle captain, bosun, and kind Uncle Bill... almost everyone died."
"Everyone."
He shivered and continued to pour the wine.
Thales resisted the desire to raise his head to look at him, and just stretched out his hand to lift the mouth of the wine bottle from the overflowing wine glass.
The fast rope paused for a long time, allowing Thales to take away his wine bottle.
"As the only person left on the ship, the young sailor held the last plank and floated up and down in a daze, listening to the never-ending sound of the waves and watching the alternation of day and night around him, feeling thirsty, hungry, and cold.
He is also afraid that he doesn’t know where he will float and what his fate will be, and all around him are the swollen and white corpses of his companions, and the bitingly cold sea water..."
"He's like this too... he can't do anything..."
Thales couldn't bear it anymore. He held down the opponent's wine glass and said, "Quick rope..."
Quick Rope's voice trembled, but he stubbornly took his wine glass: "The young sailor survived, but he can never go to sea again..."
"Because no matter where and whenever he closes his eyes, he can see the broken boards and the corpses of his companions, press his ears and hear the raging waves and the roar of the rainstorm, and twitch his nose and smell the salty and salty sea water.
Blood..."
Kuaisheng trembled and picked up the wine glass, drinking down the alcohol and tears in one gulp.
"From then on, he was afraid of ships, the ocean, lakes, and even all places with water in the world..."
"So he came to the great desert."
"The place with the least water in the world."
Boom!
The quick rope slammed the cup onto the bar.
"Damn..."
He wiped his face in pain and turned his head so that Thales wouldn't see him.
"When a person dies, nothing can be left behind. Huaiya, there is no trace at all." Kuaisheng's voice became hoarse: "You disappear from this world, and you no longer have thoughts, feelings, or consciousness.
Nothing remains, nothing makes sense, and you know nothing."
He shook his shoulders: "Kanze, Pangjia, Haken, Breeze... they don't know anything anymore."
Thales listened silently.
"Then what's the point of our lives?"
Kuaisheng said hoarsely: "Suffering, and then waiting to be slapped to death by fate, and then disappear without a trace, as if you have never been in this world?"
Thales bit his lips, but didn't know how to reply.
Quick Rope stretched out his hand, but found nothing where the wine bottle should have been.
At this time.
boom!
A thick black book was smashed on the bar.
Thales and Quick Rope raised their heads in confusion.
They saw the fierce tavern owner Tampa standing in front of them. He was holding a wine bottle in one hand and a black leather notebook in the other. He said coldly to the quick rope:
"Look what kind of customer you got me."
"What I want are those who are strong and powerful, but are often in unstable situations. They seem to have many surprises, but in fact they can come back safely..."
Kuai Sheng was stunned for a moment, his eyes looking distracted for a long time.
"This is how I can make money, you know? And the first customer you found was the one who lost money... I really regret that I accepted your offer. I really thought that 'Dante's Great Sword' would be a good market, but it turned out like this
They will all die soon..."
Thales frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable at Tampa's words.
Hearing the familiar name, Kuaisheng gritted his teeth and retorted unconvincingly:
"We are!"
"There are strong muscles like Kanze and Haken, powerful guides like McGee, sharpshooters and sentries like Pangga and Breeze, experienced old hammers, and the best nympho captain," Quick Rope Pain
Holding the empty wine glass firmly:
"And the smartest Dean!"
"We..." His tone darkened: "We are supposed to be the kind of people who 'seem to have a lot of surprises', but we will definitely be able to come back safely."
His voice became softer, with a faint slur at the end.
"should be."
The tavern owner stared at the fast rope.
A second later, he slapped a pen hard on the black book!
"Here, the Kanze who put his name in the ledger."
Tampa looked at the fast rope fiercely: "This is a rule. I will not allow even one account to be unclear."
At that moment, the surrounding noise seemed to be separated again.
Thales looked at Tampa in surprise: he understood what the other party meant.
Kuaisheng was stunned.
His drunkenness seemed to have dissipated somewhat.
"boss……"
I saw Tampa gritting his teeth and pushing the black ledger forward angrily: "Then go and figure out how much he saved. Use star currency. Please give me a round number, God damn it!"
Kuai Rope's breathing quickened.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Having figured it out, Kuaisheng excitedly took out Kanze's small notebook from his waist pocket: "Tampa, boss, boss... I'm here for Kanze's wife and children..."
"Shut up!"
Tampa slapped his notebook impatiently and paused the bottle on the bar: "Quick! Write your name! Damn... you drank half of my bottle of good wine!"
The fast rope jumped up like a frightened rabbit: "Of course!"
He hurriedly took the pen: "So I write it down here? Um, Kanze, does it start with K or, or does it start with another letter?"
"The devil knows!"
Tampa crossed his arms and said angrily: "It's another bad debt anyway. How dare you touch this bottle of wine again!"
Kuaisheng, who was about to have another drink, was startled. Looking at his book with worry, he shook his head to shake off his drunkenness and immediately turned to his helper.
"Waiya, can you write? Dean said that you are a person with status in the North and you might understand..."
Thales raised his eyebrows and took the pen and account book: "Give it to me, I'll try to spell it...Kanze"
Huaiya, who found the savior, was filled with gratitude and raised the small notebook in Kanze's hand: "Leave it to you, I have to..."
Kuaisheng's smile didn't fade away, and when he looked up, he saw the wrinkled face of the tavern owner.
"If you dare to count an extra copper, quick rope, even the most worthless Northland Kahn copper coin..." Tampa leaned forward, spread his teeth, and showed a ferocious smile: "Crime of fraud... You miss the Bones
Prison?"
Quick Rope shuddered, held up his pants and turned around: "I have to, I have to go to Enzo to count...ask about the recent currency exchange rate..."
Looking at Kuai Rope's retreating figure, Tampa spat harshly: "You can only cry into a wine bottle. You're really useless."
Thales didn't speak, he just smiled, lowered his head and started writing.
"."
Thales raised his head in confusion: "What?"
"Kanze's name," the tavern owner said in a low voice without raising his head as he pressed the wine bottle, "it starts with."
"When he first came to Blade Tooth Camp, I was the one who introduced him to Old Hammer."
Thales' pen tip stopped.
"Write it more clearly. The name is very important, especially in this book," Tampa rubbed the wine bottle in his hand lightly, his eyes still: "Because even if you write it wrong..."
"He won't know either."
The boss's words were slightly stiff.
Thales lowered his head.
Following the previous format, he neatly wrote Kanze's name on the latest page of the account book. After writing, he turned over a few pages to check the format to make sure there were no mistakes.
But his hand stopped on one of the pages.
Thales narrowed his eyes.
A second later, the prince looked up from the account book in surprise and called out a name:
"Cohen Karabyan?"
Tampa was startled.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing the familiar name, Thales was slightly excited: "The name on the ledger... I know this guy."
"So, Cohen had deposited money with you before...on September 4, 2017, the amount..."
Tampa frowned.
Reading the words on the ledger, Thales' eyes widened: "A whole two hundred and fifty Tormund gold coins?"
Two hundred and fifty...gold coins?
After a while, Thales exhaled and looked ahead in disbelief: "Damn,"
"Big dog owner."
After a few seconds, Tampa looked away from him with strange eyes.
In the crowded tavern, Tampa waved his hand and asked a waiter to greet a group of new customers.
Tampa took back the account book, glanced at the face on it, and then looked at Thales thoughtfully.
"You know him?"
"certainly."
Thinking of the past in the Palace of Heroes and his current situation, Thales couldn't help sighing: "We are... friends, we once stood together and fought side by side."
"Stand together and fight side by side?"
Tampa seemed taken aback. He looked at Thales and asked suspiciously: "You and Cohen?"
"Well," Thales said a little embarrassed, "To be precise, I stood while he fought."
Tampa stared at Thales until he laughed and slapped Thales hard on the shoulder!
"Very good! He is also my friend, haha, Cohen, that thin, thin, thieving, shrewd and snobbish bad guy..."
ah?
Skinny, petty, arrogant, shrewd and snobbish?
Thales was stunned for a moment.
"What?"
But Tampa seemed to have no intention of stopping. He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and the scar on his neck began to surge: "... He is the least timid when it comes to fights, and he likes to lift girls' skirts the most!"
The most timid one... Lifting up the girl's skirt...
Thales' expression became increasingly weird.
"Well, maybe we're not talking about the same Cohen?"
Tampa's smile faltered.
"But that's Cohen Karabyan, with black hair and brown eyes, like a skinny monkey." Suspicion appeared on Tampa's face: "Which Cohen are you talking about?"
Thales scratched his head and smiled.
"Cohen...well, a young man who ran away from home. He is very tall, almost six and a half feet, very strong, muscular, and blond." Thales tried to describe the tall man in his impression and looked at it expectantly.
The boss said: "He is good at using swords and has quick movements. When fighting, he likes to use his body to bully others. When he talks, he is a bit...how should I put it..."
Thales thought for a long time before he raised his head and said awkwardly:
"...clumsy and stupid?"
After hearing these descriptions, Tampa's face wrinkled again.
"Sounds like an annoying idiot."
Thales sighed.
All right.
It seems... there is indeed a mistake.
"In fact, if you know him, it's hard to hate him," Thales shook his head and said, "He is a little... special."
Tampa mused.
"Well, what we said," the tavern owner spread his hands, "maybe it's really not the same Cohen."
"Oh," Thales grabbed the wine glass and smiled unnaturally: "I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."
Just when Thales was about to take a sip of wine to relieve the embarrassment
Boom!
Thales looked at Tampa who pressed his palm firmly on his wine glass in surprise: "What?"
The owner of "my" pub shook his head expressionlessly:
"Trust me, you don't want to drink this glass of wine."
Under Thales's suspicious eyes, Tampa threw away the wine in the glass.
"There's some horse urine in it, and a few mouthfuls of my old phlegm," Tampa threw the "added" wine glass aside nonchalantly: "Maybe there's some drowsy stuff, the taste is wonderful.
, with profound connotations.”
Thales was stunned.
Horse urine...
Old phlegm...
He stared at the boss, then looked at the glass on the floor, remembering the glass of wine that was full of foam, and how he almost drank it in his mouth...
Suppressing the discomfort in his abdomen, Thales raised his head angrily: "What!"
Tampa grinned, but his fierce appearance made his smile look ugly.
"Although you seem to be just a 'white pig' who just arrived at the Blade Tooth Camp and doesn't understand anything."
The tavern owner shrugged: "But I don't think you are that simple... So, I have to see your background... and then decide whether to give you a blow or steal you... Or, you know, who recently came to the camp
There are many nobles, and beautiful boys are popular among them."
"Obviously, the fast rope is not a good bodyguard."
Thales was stunned at first, and then looked at Tampa with indignation:
"you……"
The boss smiled and glanced sideways at the prince: "Some bad places are used to giving newcomers a little color... not only to test them, but also to teach them a lesson. If they are 'white pigs', they will be sold directly for a few bucks."
Thales looked at the wine glass and protested in disgust: "White pig...what are you doing?"
Tampa tapped the ledger and narrowed his eyes: "Remember, boy,"
"This is called 'Lesson 1'."
"Didn't Cohen teach you?"
Thales held on to the bar in disbelief.
The world treats me unfairly.
And I could only respond with a look of sadness and anger.
So His Highness the Prince could only look at the other party with sadness and anger: "Then why did you change your mind again?"
Tampa laughed.
"Because you do know Cohen, and maybe you have actually fought alongside him, instead of just following my words and pretending to be familiar with him."
Thales frowned: "Cohen."
"Well, that violent gorilla you obviously hate, but it's hard to really hate it." The boss nodded and pointed to the name on the ledger, feeling nostalgia as he spoke.
Tampa chuckled:
"Cohen Big Fool Karabyan."
silence.
Thales was still angry. He looked at the other person with an unhappy face and said sarcastically: "Oh, thank you. This is the first time I know his 'middle name'."
Tampa took out another bottle of wine and a new wine glass, and filled them up for him without hesitation.
"You're welcome," the tavern owner hummed, introducing his new wine glass to entertain new customers: "Authentic Xihuang Old Beer..."
He curved the corners of his mouth, showing a few teeth, and smiled slyly: