After a period of silence, Morris scratched his chin and looked at Thales with a strange look.
"So, you came all the way here just to give me a political lesson?"
"You want the answer," Thales put down his fist and responded confidently, "and I'm giving it to you."
Morris looked at the surrounding furnishings, thought for a moment and then looked up again:
"If so, then the answer is too far away from us and is unrealistic."
Thales smiled.
On the other side of the drug store, Jenny and Grover were whispering tremblingly, while Grover tried to calm down Cohen who was about to rush forward and take down Layok.
But just like there was an invisible wall in the center, everyone abided by the tacit understanding and did not dare to cross it and invade the conversation between the Prince of Stars and the giant of the Brotherhood.
"Yes, 'Politics is too far away from me' and 'Politics is too unrealistic for me'. These are the most common misunderstandings in our lives."
Thales' eyes changed:
“Whether it’s a mysophobic gentleman who thinks it’s too far away, so he’s dismissive of it, and thinks he’s aloof, and avoids public politics like a deadly plague; or he’s a scholar who thinks it’s too far away, so he’s cynical, a scholar who knows nothing about scriptures, and firmly believes that everything exists in knowledge; or he thinks it’s too far away, so he’s
A cynic who is broken and indifferent, thinking that daily necessities are just a way to return to life; or a keyboard warrior who feels that it is too far away and has no scruples, talking too much and pointing out the general trend of the world with his words."
"You still look like a bastard who just hangs around and lives his life in a drunken dream."
Morris curled one side of his lips, revealing his clenched teeth.
But Taylor ignored him:
“Intentionally or unintentionally, consciously or unconsciously, they are expressing the attitude that ‘politics is too far away’.”
"But with all due respect, they either have a misunderstanding of 'politics' or a misunderstanding of 'far'."
Morris said nothing.
"Look now, I'm standing right in front of you." At this point, Thales' voice suddenly became cold:
"And you think that during the rise of the Brotherhood, the relevant departments have really been indifferent to you and let you go?"
Morris narrowed his eyes:
"Relevant departments?"
"Ha, you are talking about the most mysterious 'relevant departments' that always disappear when they are benefiting the people, but only fulfill their duties when they are patriotic and serving the country?"
Morris snorted, with a look of disdain and a sarcastic tone:
"We have our own ways to deal with them - they are like shit. Every time they finish squatting in the pit, when I have to stand up and wipe my butt, I can see them in the shit pit taking advantage of the heat, baring their teeth and claws, and the smell is overwhelming."
But Thales shook his head and ignored his emotions:
"Then why did you order the retreat just now? Why didn't you listen to the man named Ostrow and follow the original plan to gather people to kill the Blood Bottle Gang to collect debts? It doesn't matter who the culprit of the kidnapping case is. The Brotherhood only needs to kill people to establish its prestige.
Already."
Morris rolled his eyes and said nothing.
Thales turned around and walked to the next row of shelves, picking up a medicine bottle to play with from time to time.
"Politics is not far away from you, Boss Morris, even if you are a person like you who regards the kingdom as nothing and tramples on the boundaries of the law wantonly-the high iron wall not only traps those who are willing to be in the cage, but also restricts those who are willing to stay in the cage.
Recognize the people outside the prison."
"It is an invisible and formless net that blocks every inch of color in sight and blocks every gap in the air. We are all caught up in it with every move, word, and breath, and cannot escape."
Thales looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, feeling its hard wall, silently lost in thought.
Morris was silent for several seconds, and then he hummed.
"Maybe I should let Lancer come and listen," the fat brother of the brotherhood said with narrowed eyes:
"He knows this best."
But Thales sneered.
"You too, Maurice."
The prince raised his head and looked at Morris:
"After all, you are the one who settles accounts and manages money."
At that moment, Morris's eyes flashed with a sharp look.
But within a few seconds, the brotherhood leader chuckled and waved his hand nonchalantly:
"Come on, there are none of these things you are talking about. We rough men on the streets neither understand nor are interested -"
But Thales suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him:
"If you really aren't interested, Maurice!"
"Then back then you—you, Black Sword, and the mercenary group called the 'Nine Giants' at that time—wouldn't have come all the way to the royal capital."
His voice gradually became softer and his speaking speed gradually slowed down, but the power contained in it made Morris frown.
"And if you're not interested..."
Thales took a step forward.
"You will not accept Prince Horace's employment."
At that moment, Morris' eyes suddenly changed!
"Not to mention that after he was defeated and died, he would still take root in Yongxing City and lurk and make progress," Thales gently turned the medicine bottle in his hand and said slowly:
"There is a purpose."
Silence enveloped the two people talking.
Until Morris recovered from the shock, adjusted his cheeks, and exhaled:
"Who did you just say?"
Having achieved his goal, Thales smiled indifferently, turned around and put down the medicine bottle.
"Miss Yanni!"
The prince suddenly spoke loudly, breaking the boundary between the two conversations, causing the rest of the people in the drug store to look at him sideways:
"Have you decided yet?"
Yanni trembled hard when her name was called.
She raised her head at a loss and looked mechanically in the direction of Thales:
"Wha, what?"
The boss, Grove, looked sad, looked at his wife anxiously, and then looked at Maurice nervously.
Thales was not anxious or annoyed, and smiled gently:
"a chance."
"I said, I want to give you a chance to find a new way out and get a new life."
Thales glanced at Grove next to her, and the coldness in her eyes almost made the latter's legs weak:
"At least it's better than now."
Yanni stood there blankly, wiping her hands on her apron unconsciously.
Cohen frowned and wanted to speak, but after going back and forth, it became clear that Glover had mastered the trick to hold him back.
Leyock cast a questioning look at Maurice, but the fat man himself was just deep in thought and did not react.
Only Grove showed a painful and pleading expression, shaking his wife's arm.
Yanni was in a daze for a long time. She turned back blankly and her eyes swept over the pharmacy where she had worked for more than ten years, and then over to Grove, who was once the boss and is now her husband.
Then, she slowly turned her head and looked at the delicate and gentle noble boy.
Thales didn't urge him, he just waited quietly.
Finally, not long after, Yanni took a deep breath and slowly but decisively pulled her arm out of her husband's fingers.
She wiped her hands, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Thales.
Thales smiled.
Grove was immediately hit, his body swayed, and his face turned pale.
Morris frowned fiercely in confusion, Cohen's eyes widened in disbelief, Glover remained motionless and expressionless, and Leyock remained leaning against the wall, watching with cold eyes.
I saw Yanni clearing her throat and speaking seriously:
"This... young master, I am very, very grateful for your favor."
"But I thought it through."
Thales raised his eyebrows.
Yanni said firmly:
"No."
"I don't need the new life you gave me."
As soon as this statement came out, the entire drug store fell silent.
Even Grover looked surprised.
Thales frowned slightly:
"What?"
Yanni tried her best to smile:
"I mean, my current life is already my best choice."
"the best choice?"
Thales pondered for a while, then nodded his chin towards the trembling Grove:
"it's him?"
Grover trembled again.
But Jenny looked back at her husband, and then said firmly to Thales:
"Yes, him."
Thales was silent for a while.
He lowered his head and chuckled:
"Tell me, your old husband, will Boss Grove beat you?"
Yanni trembled slightly.
Morris snorted on the other side, and Grove's face turned pale, as if he had been struck by lightning.
Thales raised his eyes and tried hard to look into Yanni's heart:
"Tell me, Miss Jenny, or Mrs. Grove, are you happy here?"
Yanni frowned, thinking about this issue in pain and hesitation.
Maybe it was because the boy's two bodyguards were too strong, maybe because the aura he revealed invisibly was majestic, maybe because Morris's presence was of special significance. At this moment, the entire pharmacy was silent, and everyone was waiting quietly.
Finally, half a minute passed, and Yanni's brows relaxed.
She slowly raised her head, smoothed her hair, and showed a beautiful smile to Thales, showing a trace of haggardness that shouldn't be seen at this age.
"I really appreciate you, young master."
"But you may not know."
Yanni looked at Thales seriously, revealing rare relief and fatigue in her words.
"I come from Likenan Town in the Western Wasteland. More than ten years ago, the war took away my father and brothers. My mother and I had to leave our hometown and find our own way."
Thales' eyes darkened.
"Although Yongxing City is rumored to be the richest and most prosperous royal capital, this big city is actually not that welcoming to outsiders."
Yanni took a deep breath and glanced at the store where she had spent half her life.
"This street looks chaotic, barbaric, and unsafe, and this shop looks shabby, old-fashioned, and dilapidated..."
"But this is already the place that feels most like home to me in the royal capital."
The place that feels most like home.
Thales tightened his fist.
On the other side, Glover frowned, Morris snorted slightly, and Lyock buried his face deeper in the shadows.
Yanni sighed and smiled bitterly:
"And Mr. Grove...I mean, my husband."
Jenny turned her head and glanced at Grove, with complicated eyes. The latter looked here uneasily:
"Yes, he is older than me, a little fat, and a little impatient."
"He is usually a bit stingy and philistine, caressing about everything, has little patience, is selfish and short-sighted, and snores loudly at night when he sleeps."
Yanni took a deep breath and said with difficulty:
"And, yes, if I pick him up when he's drunk, he'll hit me."
Thales gave Grove a cold look. The latter was frightened at first, and then showed an expression of flattery and repentance.
Cohen frowned, raised his index finger and was about to speak, but for the third time, Glover forced him back with a fierce look and a strong hand that said, "If you dare to interfere with the prince, I will kill you."
Yanni slowly turned around and said softly:
"But he took me in, took care of me, gave me a job, and gave me a place to get medicine to treat my mother who had typhoid fever."
"Just when I was most down and out, desperate, and almost risking everything to go to Hongfang Street to find a job."
Grove's eyes were filled with joy.
"He doesn't have good intentions, let alone love."
Thales snorted coldly:
"Just for your beauty and youth."
Yanni trembled slightly and suddenly raised her head:
"Yes!"
Thales was surprised.
I don’t know when she woke up, but Yanni’s eyes were already red, and she spoke aggrievedly and excitedly:
"Of course I know! He wanted me to be beautiful and saw that I was young, hardworking and capable, so he..."
She shed tears and raised her voice:
"But who isn't?"
Jenny's sudden outburst shocked everyone.
The young woman took a breath and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"You are young, young master. You come from a privileged background and have a worry-free life. You may not know what it is like to be so hungry that you lose your mind and don't even care about a man taking off your skirt just for a bite of bread."
Thales looked at her blankly.
"But I know."
Jenny's hands clenched into fists on her apron.
"I know."
She turned back and glanced at Grover, with a sad smile in her eyes.
"Yes, my husband is full of faults and shortcomings, and some parts are unbearable - he is certainly not the ideal man for every girl."
Grover gave his wife an ugly smile.
Yanni snorted, but her laughter was bitter and her voice was deep:
"But the reality is, is there any woman in the world whose husband can be as good as in the story?"
"Especially here."
Thales responded silently.
"Yes, I may have some beauty, and I am younger than him, so he, who is rich and well-off, took a fancy to me and asked me to work under him, voluntarily or involuntarily, half-heartedly, half-heartedly.
Marry him."
Yanni sniffed and said sadly:
"But men are talented and women are beautiful. Isn't this the universally recognized truth that men and women pair up and have a happy marriage?"
The young woman turned her head in panic and looked at the other people in the pharmacy: Cohen, Glover, Morris, Leyock...
But no one responded to her question.
Under the heavy pressure, Yanni's emotions were a little out of control, and she sobbed:
"Just like what is sung in "Isabel's Search for a Husband": A man only exchanges his merit and wealth for a woman's age and beauty, and no one can see his red makeup and tears. How can he expect love and affection - from the common people to the princes and nobles?
,whose family is not like this?"
"Whose family is not?"
Yanni rubbed her red nose, smoothed her hair that had become dry and discolored after getting married, and sneered, saying indifferently:
"As long as a man has fame and wealth, he can cover everything else, regardless of his shortcomings and shortcomings."
"For girls, the only value is to be young, beautiful, virtuous and capable. Who cares whether you are happy or not."
Thales felt the other party's emotions and couldn't help feeling regretful:
"Yanni..."
But Yanni turned a blind eye to his reminder.
"In the play, Princess Isabel always has only a few criteria for choosing a husband: fame, prestige, and extraordinary talent. And there are only a few things she can use to attract candidates: beauty, virtuousness, ice and snow intelligence...this is
The only match."
Yanni lost her mind and said:
"As for the specific husband she chose, they were the handsome light knight Needham, the ethereal elf Cahir, the world-famous General Ruhr, the powerful ruling prime minister Moral, and the infatuated Duke of Medel.
, the noble-born imperial prince Jules, the insidious and vicious Maester Vita, or the evil and extreme black knight Uther, does it really matter?"
"I took off my skirt so I could get his bread."
Yanni's eyes were blank:
"This is the deal and pairing that everyone agrees with the most."
Thales looked at her faintly, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no longer the familiar kind-hearted Yanni.
Six years later, that reserved and shy girl has experienced too much and seen too much in this neighborhood that eats people but never spits out their bones.
He suddenly felt heavy-hearted.
I even began to doubt my choice of coming to Xiacheng District.
"Just like this medicine scale," Yanni smiled sadly, reached out to take down a medicine scale, and moved its weight:
"Everyone only agrees that things should be weighed on the left and right on the right, taking medicine and weighing on the other."
"The left and right cannot be confused, and the content cannot be changed."
Jenny stared blankly at Grove, who was also stunned.
"My husband and I, we just follow the rules of the scale."
On the other side, Morris was caught off guard by this scene. He had other important matters in mind and did not listen carefully. He just waved his hand impatiently: "That Grove, your family affairs..."
But Thales suddenly raised his hand and made a silent gesture to him!
Morris choked suddenly.
Thales sighed, tried his best to use the gentlest tone, and said to Yanni:
"But, Jenny, I just want to..."
Jenny came back to her senses and sneered, completely forgetting the possible status and energy of this mysterious young man who was close friends with Morris.
"And what difference does it make to you?"
"Whether it's coercion or temptation, you put your status and power, wealth and achievements - which should be from a certain noble family - on a medicine scale that is recognized by everyone, in exchange for my body and appearance, obedience and service.
Maybe there will be the honor of passing it on to your descendants, and then everyone will regard it as a good deal, as if it is a normal thing, as if it is the only fair transaction in the world."
Thales' breathing suddenly became irregular.
"Yes, you may be better, more handsome, richer, younger, and even kinder than my husband, young master,"
"But even if you are the king..."
"For me, it's just like taking off my skirt and changing into a piece of bread."
Yanni shook her head indifferently, her tears already drying up, revealing the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes after years of hard work:
"The skirt is still made of cloth, the bread is still made of flour... When weighing, it is still the same medicine scale, nothing has changed."
Thales felt his heart skip a beat.
Nothing has changed.
"This is the tragedy of being a woman: throughout our lives, we must and can only work hard to weave and dye our own skirts, so that we can take off our skirts and sew on bad or not-so-bad bread - even if you think someone
The bread is absolutely delicious, it’s literally the king of breads – choose between.”
Yanni glanced at Thales and sneered:
"At this point, you are not as good as my husband, even if he is old and ugly."
Grove was happy at first, and then felt bitter in his heart when he saw Thales's face.
"At least, I have lived with him for many years, I know him, and I know how to deal with him."
"At least I know that I can be a drug store proprietress here. I can live an ordinary and worry-free life. No matter how bad things go, I won't be destitute and have no food and clothing. I will have to work hard or even sell myself to make ends meet."
"And this is better than hooking up with a powerful noble young master, living in fine clothes and living well for a while, and then being abandoned for no apparent reason."
Thales was speechless and could only clench his fists.
All his eloquent words were eclipsed by the moment when Yanni poured out her heart in despair.
"Because the medicine scale in this world only allows me to exchange my skirt for bread. There is a strict partition in the middle and no one can cross it."
"So it doesn't matter which man you follow, it's just bread to satisfy your hunger."
Yanni shook her head in confusion and sneered sadly:
"There will never be a better choice, a better life."
Thales was silent, and only Yanni's low sobs were left in the air.
Morris sighed softly, Leyock's eyes were sharp, Glover lowered his head in thought, and even Cohen looked sad.
"It's not your fault, Yanni." After a while, Thales adjusted himself, shook his head and said, "This medicine scale is too old and not worthy of you."
"But you do deserve better."
But Yanni remained unmoved. She stared at Thales warily, the stubbornness in her eyes not diminishing.
Thales looked at her current appearance, thinking of the past, and had mixed feelings in his heart.
He grinned weakly and showed a fragile smile:
"Good girl Yanni."
Good girl Yanni.
At that moment, Yanni was stunned.
She stared blankly into Thales's painful eyes, stunned for a long time.
Good girl Yanni.
This title...
A memory from a long time ago - when she was a girl - suddenly came to her.
[Hold it, black-haired boy, this is medicine for typhoid fever. Remember, children can only use half the dose...]
[Thank you, Kolya will get better now. Now, is the money enough? 】
[Oh, it’s not enough. The price of medicine has increased... It doesn’t matter. I’ll add a little more and fill in the accounts. I hope Mr. Grove doesn’t find out.]
[Don’t worry, didn’t you say there are many rich people in Hongfang Street? I’ll go there to try my luck, maybe I can get some money and give it back to you… If the boss hits you, I’ll smash his precious signboard.
!]
[But that is the territory of the Blood Bottle Gang... Well, you should leave quickly, otherwise he will really find out - wait, these are the remaining clothes, take them, it is very cold this winter...]
[Thank you, thank you, Xinti and the others will be very happy. Then I’m leaving - Hey, good girl Yanni! 】
【I told you not to call me that! What else do you want?】
【You know, a good girl like you will definitely be happy!】
[Pfft—there are only so many things, no matter how much you try to please them! 】
[No, I am serious. I will let the entire Xiacheng District know that there is a good girl Yanni here! Good men will compete to marry you!]
[Pfft, hahahaha, okay, get out of here, you slippery-tongued boy!]
"Believe me, a girl like you," Thales turned his head and said with emotion:
"Good men will fight to marry you."
Yanni stared blankly at the young man in front of her.
Thales took a deep breath and his voice trembled slightly:
"But... I'm sorry, maybe they are just trading bread for skirts."
Yanni and the boy stood in the drug store, facing each other silently.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Yanni's eyes became gentle.
"Maybe," Yanni smiled brightly: "But I have understood it a long time ago."
"That's good enough."
She whispered:
"A smooth-tongued boy."
A smooth-tongued boy.
Thales took a deep breath, lowered his head and pressed the bridge of his nose.
"Really."
Thales rubbed the bridge of his nose, turned around unnaturally, and walked into the shelves:
"Then forget my proposal."
"Good girl."
Yanni stared blankly at Thales' back as he turned around.
Grove behind her let out a big breath, and then was startled by the killer Leyock who stared at him coldly.
After this farce, Cohen lowered his head in thought, while Glover looked left and right warily, fearing that the brothers would suddenly turn against each other, and fearing that the security officer would have a sense of justice and cause trouble.
Only Maurice frowned and followed the prince into the shelves.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Hearing the voice behind him, Thales raised his head.
What do you want to do?
When Thales turned around and met Maurice's eyes again, he had returned to normal and returned to the natural and indifferent prince.
"As you can see, teasing women." The young man chuckled.
But his heart was not so peaceful.
I just felt an uneven breath rolling and stirring in my chest.
"No, I don't care if you have your sights on a decent wife and want to flirt with her or simply force her - what I want to ask is..."
Morris snorted angrily, approached Thales, gritted his teeth and said:
"What exactly do you want from us?"
"what would you like?"
"Wouldn't the dignified heir of a country use the pretense of strolling Red Square Street and molesting women to persuade us to pay attention to the politics of the kingdom just for the sake of an encounter with Black Sword in Exeter?"
Thales' eyes were dark.
What do I want?
"As I said, it's winter and it's going to snow again," the prince raised his eyes and turned the anger in his chest into motivation for thinking:
"Be prepared for the cold."
Morris was confused for a while:
"I do not get it--"
But Thales' voice became solemn:
"Horace."
Morris paused for a moment.
"The former second prince, the Sword of Light, Horace Bright Star."
The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at Morris coldly:
"What did he want from you during the bloody year?"
Morris' eyes widened.
From one second to two seconds, the fat man's eyes changed, showing coldness and insidiousness, decisiveness and ferocity.
But Thales remained unmoved and just met his gaze silently.
After a while, Morris among the shelves had a ferocious expression on his face and lowered his voice:
"Then what you want is a bit too much."
It's too dangerous.
The fat man has a cold heart.
Looking at Morris's expression, Thales already had the answer in his mind.
"Then let's not be in a hurry and take our time," the young man said calmly and confidently:
"First, I want to know what you know."
Morris frowned:
"What do we know?"
Thales nodded, trying hard to forget the feeling of loss he felt when he found Yanni but failed to repay his kindness:
"Although politics is everywhere and affects everything."
"But I don't think that each party can be self-aware, especially considering the gap between Horace and you. I don't think or expect that he will tell you all the plans."
"Especially in the Year of Blood."
Having said this, Thales' eyes focused:
"So I just want to know how you met Horace."
"I want to know what the relationship between Black Sword and him is."
Maurice's eyelids twitched every time the prince said a word.
Until Thales' voice completely turned cold,
"And apart from sneaking into Fuxing Palace, carrying out political coup, and killing the crown prince...what else have you done for him?"
At that moment, Morris almost turned into a sculpture, rooted in place like a thousand-year-old tree.
He stared at Thales, his expression changing back and forth.
The shelves became quiet again, and the only sounds that could be heard were Jenny cleaning the store outside and Cohen's angrily scolding Leyock.
After a while, the fat man from the Brotherhood had a cold expression, looking down at Thales like a falcon:
"I understand... Another shining star with desires, through the actions of the secret department, found out our details and energy..."
Thales frowned slightly.
Morris smiled slyly:
"Then what can you give us, Your Highness?"
Upon hearing this, Thales sneered:
"Survive."
When Morris was stunned, Thales suddenly turned around.
"Yanni?"
The prince raised his voice, attracting everyone's attention again (Grove was so frightened that he collapsed on the counter again).
"I need some typhoid medicine."
Yanni turned around. Although her eyes were still red, she was no longer afraid and in pain.
The young woman smiled slightly and spoke softly.
"Okay, young master, I will pack it for you right now. How much do you want..."
[Get it, black-haired boy, this is typhoid medicine...]
The memories of the past slowly came back to me.
"All of them," Thales lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose so that no one could see his eyes:
"I want all the typhoid medicines in the store today."
Grove on the counter was stunned.
All, want it?
He was surprised at first, then overjoyed. He hurriedly opened the account book and began to calculate the figures.
Cohen and Glover were equally stunned.
Thales turned back and returned to the conversation with Morris.
"Following your victories over the past decade or so, the situation has changed again."
"The troubles you and the Blood Bottle Gang encountered are just the tip of the iceberg for the Secret Division's next plan."
Morris, like a ferocious and agile hound, asked urgently:
"What changes? What plans?"
Thales gently raised the corners of his lips:
"I."
"I'm back." He said softly.
Morris was a little puzzled, but after a few seconds, his eyes became clear again.
"Because... you returned from the north and returned to the royal capital?"
Thales's eyes lit up.
He nodded.
"Everyone says that under the Black Sword, the most capable one in the Brotherhood is Cinza, the most difficult one is Feisuo, the most mysterious one is Lancer, the most domineering one is Roda, and the most vicious one is Anton.
"
"But they missed it," the prince sighed sincerely:
"The person in charge of the accounts is Maurice."
Morris smiled maliciously.
"That's right."
Thales stopped being pretentious and spoke happily:
"Just like six years ago, I descended from the sky and changed the political situation of the stars - now, I'm back."
"The entire kingdom's offensive and defensive positions will change again."
Morris asked in confusion:
"How do you say it? How do you change your position?"
Thales smiled slightly.
At that moment, Falkenhauser flashed before his eyes, Prime Minister Cullen flashed, the young Duke Iris flashed, the one-eyed dragon Costard flashed, and the vicissitudes of life and the thin Duke of the North Val Alend...
The scene in front of me finally settled on the meeting hall, the supreme throne at the other end of the deep corridor.
Thales' smile disappeared immediately.
"You don't need to know the details."
The prince put away his emotions and looked directly at Maurice:
"You just need to know..."
"The secret science of the kingdom belongs directly to the Supreme Throne. It has always been far-sighted and has great plans, and never does anything useless."
Thales couldn't help frowning when he thought of what he saw and heard in the secret department, and Morris also had a solemn expression.
"All their actions are to think one thing, say another thing, do another thing, report another thing, hide another thing, and maybe even lock another thing tightly in the safe... But they are definitely not doing it for someone.
Or maybe a certain gang just shows off its power, threatens, kidnaps, arrests, and reorganizes people. There are so many miscellaneous things happening between two gangs that influence the bottom level of the kingdom, and it seems to be completely unrelated."
Morris listened carefully.
"According to my estimation, they are preparing for a big operation," Thales said coldly:
"The encounters between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood are just a prelude to sharpening their swords."
Morris looked confused:
"Us? What, they want to start another 'one-night war'? Let us fight with the red hoods again?"
"I don't know," Thales shook his head, thinking about the information he knew:
"But I have to guess that there are three directions that the secret science may focus on."
Morris raised his eyebrows:
"Which three?"
But this time, Thales did not answer simply like before, but looked at Morris coldly.
As if waiting for something.
"What's the matter?" Morris urged in confusion: "Tell me?"
Thales stared at him silently and suddenly smiled: "Yes."
He stared into Maurice's little eyes:
"talk?"
Morris was stunned for a moment, but as the boss of a certain territory for a long time, he quickly understood and looked back at Thales gloomily.
"Your choice," Thales shrugged, calmly like the most experienced businessman:
"Anyway, what they are doing is not my business, and the people they are kidnapping are not my people."
Morris stared at him, as if he couldn't believe it.
Thales blinked, friendly and well-behaved.
After a while, Morris let out a sigh of relief and snorted unhappily.
"A mission."
Thales frowned: "What?"
Morris raised his head, looked out the window at the muddy and messy streets, and said quietly:
"The answer you want comes from one of our missions."
"A long time ago, not long after our 'Big Nine' was established, we took on a mission with a sky-high price."
Thales asked:
"What mission?"
Morris snorted lightly, crossed his arms, and looked nostalgic:
"Looking for someone."
Thales was very puzzled and urged him to continue with his eyes.
Morris clicked his tongue and shook his head, as if he had turned back into the stingy, money-minded mercenary he once was.
"The person offering the bounty is anonymous but generous. As long as you are willing to participate, you will get the reward, and the final reward is enough for us to expand into a group of hundreds..."
"To be honest, we are just one of the hired ones. In order to get the bounty, we have to compete with countless peers along the way. Many of them are famous mercenary teams, bounty hunters, and even private soldiers of nobles.
——But who said we were young at that time and didn't care about anything? Laihe was greedy for money, Keers was arrogant and arrogant, Kuhl only wanted to have meat to eat, and even the Black Sword was no better than that idiot security officer at that time.
How many."
Morris was entranced by what he said, shook his head and sighed:
"Of course, the biggest trouble is not other things..."
He clicked his tongue disdainfully at first, then broke into a smile, as if he was turning the page of the most interesting story.
"In short, from the Central Territory to the Western Wilderness, from the Great Desert to the Dragon Kiss Land, from the Three Fog Kingdoms to the South Coast Territory, we almost ran across half of the Western Continent, chasing and escaping all the way, fighting and killing all the way, and being killed all the way.
All in all, it’s a mess.”
"If you arrange your encounters into a bard, you can sing it in 'My Tavern' for twenty years without getting tired of it."
As Thales listened to his spirited narration, his thoughts drifted back to the former Blade Tooth Camp. He recalled the "golden age of mercenaries" described by his boss Tampa, and couldn't help but gradually become trance-like.
"And when the mission was finally completed and we went back to collect the reward, we realized that it was no ordinary mission."
Thales' eyes moved:
"You mean..."
Morris sighed:
"In line with its sky-high reward, we were asked to return to the military camp of Broken Dragon Fortress."
"Because the person who put the reward on this mission is extremely valuable."
Thales' eyes moved.
Military camp...
Indescribably expensive...
Morris looked out the window at the street, his words mixed with fear, disdain, regret and other wonderful emotions.
"That's right."
"That was the first time we met Prince Horace."
Morris said disdainfully and angrily:
"Just when that bastard raised his glass and graciously handed us boxes of bounty money..."
"When you give the order without hesitation to kill us all."
Thales was horrified.
Horace…
He suddenly remembered the nickname given to him by the Northlanders.
Star Butcher.
"Silent? Then," Thales frowned, "Then how did you..."
"Black sword," Morris sighed:
"He and Horace are old acquaintances - especially when he put the sword edge on the prince's neck, their relationship became even better."
Thales silently chewed on this dusty past.
So, this is the encounter between the Big Nine and Horace.
Ups and downs, thrilling.
Thales suddenly remembered something:
"So, mission."
"What is the mission you received from Horace?"
Morris' eyes trembled slightly.
At that moment, he was freed from his solemnity and fear, and a smile appeared on his face again:
"That journey was also the first time we got to know her."
"She?" Thales' heart moved.
Morris nodded:
"A noble lady has been kidnapped. Her reputation is involved. We have to rescue her in a low-key and secret manner and bring her back intact."
Morris patted his arm and grinned:
"But, we later found out that there was a kidnapping guy out there!"
He hummed helplessly:
"In order to escape from marriage, that girl will do anything from pretending to be a prostitute to getting into the toilet - she is our biggest trouble!"
"Escape from marriage?" Thales thought of something.
"That's right."
Morris exhaled and looked into the distance, half-smiling:
"The beautiful and sexy, smart but domineering Princess Constance - nicknamed the 'Little Catastrophe'."
His tone was soft, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.
Constance.
Little disaster star...
A small urn of ashes suddenly appeared in front of Thales' eyes.
At that moment, his mood fluctuated.
"But you know, after spending so much time together, we, the 'Big Nine,' even gave her another nickname."
At that moment, Morris's eyes showed nostalgia and sentimentality: