The moonlight penetrated the window, which was blocked by only a few wooden bars, and reflected the image of a mercenary in his thirties before Thales: unshaven, with indifferent eyes, a relaxed posture, and a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.
His leather armor was tightly fastened to his upper body and was never taken off even when he slept. It was mottled with wear and tear, and looked like it had been weathered during the years of running around with his master. The various tools carried by mercenaries were tied to the leather armor:
Knife, scissors, bandages, styptic powder, rope, flint and tinder...
How did he get here all these years?
From prince to...
Thales looked at him quietly, at this man who seemed to have a lot of experience and a tough face.
"So it's really you?"
"Your Highness Moral?"
he asked calmly.
silence.
Still silent.
The man in front of him didn't move.
As if this was just a dream.
In the sense of hell, this dusty, simple hut looked deserted and dead. Only the sound of breathing coming from the fast rope outside the wall reminded Thales: everything before his eyes was indeed happening.
"Although I heard Grand Duke Perfitt—probably the 'former' Grand Duke Perfitt—say a long time ago that you want to be a mercenary..."
Thales said silently: "But I really didn't expect..."
Dean interrupted.
"Morrar Walton," the bald mercenary's expression remained unchanged, and he shook his head slightly: "This name has not appeared for a long time."
"Since its owner was assassinated six years ago."
"Why are you so obsessed with a dead person?"
Thales took a deep breath.
"Black Path," the prince whispered, "how does it feel there?"
"What?" Dean's eyebrows furrowed.
Thales smiled.
The extremely urgent experience of escaping from the Shield Zone and Longxiao City emerged before my eyes.
The inconsistent wheelchair veteran, the meaningful Old Crow, the careless tailor Kes, and the cunning coachman Kevin.
It made him sigh: "When I was still in Longxiao City, I heard from Grievo's chat that six years ago, they also took on a business of leading people on the underworld. The employer was very generous: Three
A reward of one hundred gold coins."
Dean's expression slowly turned solemn.
"Three hundred, this is not a small amount," Thales sighed: "Just for a trip to Longxiao City?"
Dean said nothing.
"But here's the problem," Thales continued in the dim cabin:
"A person who can take out three hundred gold coins in the blink of an eye must be powerful, powerful, and wealthy. There are not many such people in Longxiao City, but we can count a few: the big businessmen of Kangmas, Ax District or
There are bureaucratic nobles in the Spear District, lords of wealthy fiefdoms, and even the former Order Officer Ulad who monopolized the black market business."
"But for such a person, no matter who he offends in Longxiao City, there must be many ways to escape from the city. Why must he choose the most expensive, most difficult, farthest, and most troublesome one?"
Thales stared at Dean closely. In the darkness, he felt that the other person's breathing had a few fluctuations.
"Unless," Thales took a deep breath:
"Unless what this person provokes and faces is the supreme force in Longxiao City."
Dean slowly put his legs down on the bed and looked at him solemnly.
"Faced with the pursuit of King Nun and the eyes and ears of the whole city, all his power was insignificant and all channels were inaccessible. He could only go to the area where civilians and poor people gathered to find the local snake: the stubborn and stubborn man.
A rude, crippled veteran with a reputation for being displeased with King Nun, he took a secret passage out of the city that ordinary people could not imagine."
Thales looked at Dean with increasingly sharp eyes: "And six years ago, which person with an extraordinary status was worthy of being hunted down by the entire Longxiao City?"
The corners of Dean's mouth curved slightly.
"Black Path, Griwal," the mercenary chewed these words, "That's it."
"So, did you also escape from that veteran's channel?"
He looked back at Thales: "You have also worked the entire Western Front, perhaps the entire Western Wasteland Territory's troops, to enter the desert to cooperate with you?"
Thales did not answer him, and the prince's expression at this moment was particularly difficult to understand.
"So, you have been hiding in this mercenary team?"
"Leave everything behind, abandon everything, including your father, your bloodline, your... come here and become an ordinary mercenary?"
"Why?"
At that moment, Thales looked into Dean's eyes, and what appeared in front of him was King Charmaine in the carriage.
【Just walking away is not an escape, and being weak and running away is not a relief.】
【But he will.】
【After we find him.】
Dean was silent for a few seconds.
"I do what I do best, that's all," Dean sneered and shook his head: "Just like you."
Thales exhaled heavily and frowned: "Moral, do you understand your current situation?"
"Moral is dead, that's all I know," Dean rejected him coldly: "And no matter who tells you: he's not dead..."
Thales interrupted him by raising his voice.
"If Moral were dead, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"
The prince solemnly said: "But if he is still alive, even for just one day, he will still be the Queen of Nunn and the first heir of Dragon Sky City and the Walton bloodline. His existence, and even his possible return, will
It is a powerful challenge to the ownership of Longxiao City."
"Do you know what this means?"
The mercenary's chest began to rise and fall.
He lowered his head and said calmly: "Let me guess, some people don't like this fact and don't like the meaning behind it, right?"
Thales chuckled.
Dean raised his head with clear eyes: "So, she is the newly promoted Grand Duchess of Longxiao City? I heard that you have a good relationship with her."
Thales' eyes froze.
"Or is it Lisban who is actually in power and has all the power?"
Dean bit his tongue and said in a cold tone: "Or maybe... it's the new king who hates the Walton family to the core?"
Thales sighed slowly.
"Maybe all of them," the young man said seriously:
"Your niece, Thelma Alex Walton, would be shaken by your presence; and your cousin, Charmaine Lombar, doesn't want to see a strong male.
The heir takes over Longxiao City."
"You are a threat."
Dean froze.
"So, indeed, someone knows that Morar is still alive," the mercenary said slowly: "You, Thales Bright Star, no matter who you cooperate with, you are here to kill me or capture me to eliminate the threat.
.”
Everything around seemed frozen.
In the dimness, there were only two pairs of equally sharp eyes, one green and one gray, staring at each other silently.
Dean's eyes were slightly lighter than those of King Nun in his memory. They lacked the inexplicable pressure, but they carried a strange connotation, like an owl hiding in darkness, which made Thales frown.
"That's right, if I kill you, all hidden dangers will disappear," Thales said softly:
"If I capture you, I will gain an excellent chess piece, which can be used as a bargaining chip in future games with Exeter."
The temperature between the two seemed to instantly drop below freezing.
Until Dean slowly spoke up.
"Then what are you waiting for?" A rare stern expression appeared on the mercenary's face, and his palm touched the ax handle: "You have the entire camp as your backing."
"His Royal Highness Prince."
The dead silence in the room reached a new stage.
Even in the senses of hell, Kuai Rope's sleeping breath next door seemed to have become smaller.
But the dead silence lasted only a few seconds.
In the dim room, Thales closed his eyes and sighed softly.
He backed away slowly until he was against the wall.
The unsheathed penis pressed against his lower back, making Thales grit his teeth silently.
"No."
He spoke with difficulty.
But the moment he opened his mouth, Thales felt as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart.
"No matter why you left, no matter why you came back, Moral."
Prince Star opened his eyes silently: "Let's go."
The bald mercenary——Moral was slightly startled.
"Go, Moral, disappear from our sight and never come back again."
Thales said lightly.
Moral stared at him for a long time, his eyes frozen, without saying a word.
After a long while, the mercenary from the North slowly lowered his head.
"Why."
His voice became very deep and hoarse. When it sounded in the darkness, Thales couldn't help but think of the former Grand Duke of Black Sand.
Charmaine Lombard, who has not yet become the King of Exeter, but has already gone through many vicissitudes of life.
"A few days ago, you had the opportunity to return to the troops loyal to you and order them to arrest me, but you didn't.
"You just had the chance to take action, but you turned around and left," Moral said carefully: "Now you have the chance to capture me, but you let me go?"
"Why?"
His voice became urgent.
Thales leaned against the wall and slowly withdrew from the rather uncomfortable sense of hell.
He scoffed softly.
"Because...maybe because you saved my life?"
Thales raised the corners of his mouth, feeling slightly melancholy in his heart: "And I know how to repay my kindness."
Moral shook his head slowly.
"Don't make me laugh," he raised his gaze and looked directly at Thales: "In the Game of Thrones, life-saving grace is insignificant."
"You must have other reasons."
"must."
Thales frowned and was startled.
"Why?"
The young man said silently: "Why do you care so much?"
Moral raised his eyebrows, his expression looking cold under the moonlight.
"Since you left the entire Longxiao City six years ago without hesitation," Thales continued: "Six years later, why do you care about my reasons?"
Moral was silent for a while.
"Despite everything, just leave, right?"
He smiled a little confused: "Do people who know that Morar is still alive think of him this way?"
"It's really... sad."
Moral murmured.
Thales did not speak immediately. He observed the other party and took in the expression and reaction of the former Prince Eckster.
But Moral immediately turned his attention back to Thales: "But you still haven't explained why you let me go."
Thales pursed his lips.
This guy……
"Six years ago, I went to Exeter because of your 'death', Moral."
"I know everything about you."
He sighed softly: "I know that you studied martial arts with Nikolai and watched King Nunn's skills in the Palace of Heroes. I know that you were friends with the former Conkley Perfit. I also know that you are tired of political battles.
I have dreamed of becoming a mercenary since I was a child."
As soon as these words came out, Moral's face was expressionless.
But Thales felt inexplicably uneasy.
But the arrow was on the string and he had to fire it. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and continued: "I even know that you have a low-status lover, maybe a lover in the flesh business. I also know that King Nuen is extremely dissatisfied with her, and you are so dissatisfied with her.
A big quarrel - just before your planned mission to the south."
Moral raised his eyebrows.
"But I didn't ask you why you abandoned your status as a prince and ran away from home." Thales looked at him steadily: "Why do you need to ask me why I let you go?"
"Just leave," Thales said in a deep voice, "Isn't it good to live freely outside?"
Moral did not speak for a long time.
The way he looked at Thales made the latter quite uncomfortable.
"My identity has been exposed," finally, the bald mercenary with a different identity slowly opened his lips and said: "And someone knows that Moral is still alive."
"So I want to know why you are pursuing me."
"If you are really a friend of the Grand Duke, then you have no reason to let me go - unless this is the next trap."
His eyes were intense and alert.
A faint feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart, Thales frowned and sighed again.
The prince who has been wandering for six years, alone...
"Because of Rumba."
Thales finally made up his mind. He nodded and said, "Killing you will remove one of Lombard's major worries, and he can continue his rule unscrupulously."
"But I don't want him to live too quietly: we are enemies."
Thales looked at Moral:
"Letting him know that you are still alive will help the self-righteous parricide king to restrain himself and remain cautious and measured."
"It will also help keep his claws away from Longxiao City - as you said, Thelma is my friend."
"That's it."
"Is it enough?"
Moral's eyes changed.
He lowered his head and nodded slowly as if he had some understanding.
"So, it's Lombard, our dear new king."
"He is the one who knows that Moral is still here."
Morar seemed to be lost in thought: "And he told you that he hopes you can help him, help him go deep into the territory of the stars and eliminate me completely."
"That would explain a lot - and where did he know it?"
Thales frowned again.
"That doesn't matter anymore."
A trace of impatience hit his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Now, let's go."
"Disappear."
"Before I change my mind."
The next second, Moral suddenly raised his head.
"What about you, Your Highness the Prince?" Moral's expression was very serious, his eyes were shining brightly: "After you let me go?"
"You will return to the garrison in the camp to find your army and soldiers, and even find the secret department..."
He asked tentatively: "Come and catch me then?"
Thales sighed helplessly in his heart.
Why does this guy talk so much?
Still worried and suspicious.
He really shouldn't be a mercenary.
Suitable for being a spy.
The young man had to say seriously: "I told you, I will let you go, then I will let you go."
"Don't talk about Blade Tooth Camp, not even the Secret Department will know of your existence."
Thales took a step forward, walked up to Morar, and said in the most serious tone: "And I will keep my promise, the promise of Thales Bright Star, the promise of the second prince of the stars."
"You are the son of the late King Nun, and you are also a Northlander. You know how much weight this sentence holds for us."
Moral stared at him for a long time.
He shook his head and said slowly: "So you will still go to them and return to the embrace of the stars."
Thales frowned slightly.
He felt something was wrong.
Moral raised his head and smiled in the moonlight.
"I find you are particularly different, Thales."
"Especially compared to other people."
He whispered: "Extraordinarily different."
Thales was stunned.
Moral he...
Moral narrowed his eyes: "For example...compared to your reputation, you are extremely naive."
"Also extremely self-righteous."
Thales was stunned.
But the next moment, Moral put down his legs from the bed and stood up.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
"Anyway, Your Highness," he looked down at Thales and stretched out his palm: "Thank you."
The two princes looked at each other.
a long time.
Moral's eyes were shrewd and smiling, while Thales' eyes were solemn and serious.
Finally, Thales curled up his lips.
The young man raised his eyebrows and nodded, and stretched out his palm to hold Moral's hand.
"No, we are even," Thales accepted the other party's thanks and sighed: "You saved me in the desert..."
But the next moment——
boom!
Thales felt a pain in his arm and fell towards the bed!
Prison River Sin felt the danger, and Thales, who was considered to be "experienced in many battles", gritted his teeth in shock!
He instantly entered the senses of hell.
I felt Moral's footsteps flicker, and he had already grabbed his right arm and came behind the prince!
It looked like he was going to completely cut off his hands, push Thales to his knees, and pin him to the bed board!
Thales, who was extremely frightened and furious, called out the Sin of Hell River, held onto Moral's strength with his right arm, and shook off his restraint.
boom!
Thales' back hit the bed board hard.
The prince reached out his hand eagerly to pull out the penis.
But Moral was faster than him.
At some point, a small knife was held in Moral's left hand and pressed against Thales' throat.
"Just move a finger, Your Highness Thales..."
Moral's expression at this moment was cold and terrifying.
He pressed Thales firmly against the bed board, tightened his grip, and threatened in a cold voice:
"Your blood will be like those orcs..."
"Water the earth."
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[PS Don’t listen to the nonsense of the author of "The Tracks of the Overlord of the Marvel World". How can we play World of Warcraft or download a copy of it recently? We are obviously following the author of "The Warlock of the Marvel World", Huo Zhixing, to form a team to do missions.
By the way, they are all in Varian, Region 3, and I am on another server that you can't find.】