"Uh-huh," Morris smiled knowingly at first, and then said gloomily:
"I still remember that on the day when we finally returned to the Star Kingdom after going through all kinds of hardships, the little disaster star proposed to have a drunken farewell, so we sneaked into the wine cellar of a certain big dog owner, and while
We cried and laughed until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, after we sobered up, we discovered that the 'wine cellar' full of wine she found was actually the supply warehouse of the General Security Department of Gonghai City."
Thales raised his eyebrows, remembering what Aunt Elise had told him about Constance's "glorious" past, and tentatively said:
"I heard that she is very 'lively'?"
"Lively?"
Morris recalled the past and sighed helplessly:
"Black Sword said that the Sunset Goddess probably caught a cold when she created Constance. She accidentally dropped her soul into the prison river and rinsed it. She could only pretend to be nonchalant and quickly fish it out when the god was not paying attention.
Tuck it in..."
"For her and the trouble she caused along the way..."
Morris' expression was a mixture of sweetness and bitterness.
But he shook his head, decisively disconnected from the past, and became dignified again.
Thales couldn't help but smile as he listened to the other party's words, and began to think about his notoriously unreliable aunt wandering around with the "Big Nine".
But when he thought of the cold little stone urn in the tomb of Canxing, his smile immediately disappeared.
"So this is how you meet Horace."
Thales returned to the present and said seriously:
"You don't seem to like him very much?"
Hearing the name again, Morris's expression became unsightly.
"No one likes him."
The fat man from the brotherhood snorted coldly:
"vice versa."
No one likes Horace.
Seeing his impression of Horace, doubts flooded into Thales's mind.
"Then why are you still working for him?"
The prince frowned and said:
"Take risks for him and do treacherous things?"
Morris glanced at him somewhat thoughtfully.
The fat man sneered lightly, with disdain on his face.
"We will not sacrifice our lives for him."
He said coldly: "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, an inhuman pervert."
Cold-blooded butcher.
Thales became more and more puzzled:
"But"
"We are willing to go through life and death for Black Sword, just as he is willing to go through fire and water for us," the fat man interrupted, as if he didn't want to talk more:
"That's all."
Thales chewed on his words and sorted out the logic in them.
"You mean... it's Black Sword's decision to sacrifice your life for Horace," the prince narrowed his eyes and said, "And you are just... helping from the side?"
Morris twitched the corner of his mouth and was noncommittal.
"I remembered, you said that Black Sword and Horace are old acquaintances?"
The young man raised his head and reorganized his thoughts.
Black sword.
It seems that he is the key. "What is the relationship between them? What does he owe Horace? Or what did Horace give the Black Sword?"
"So much so that he is willing to go through life and death for the second prince, and even keeps you brothers of life and death as companions?"
Morris still didn't answer, just stared at him carefully.
After a few seconds, the fat man smiled softly, but the look he looked at Thales became more and more interesting.
"What happened? Why did you stop?" Thales narrowed his eyes.
"Yes," Morris smiled slyly and repeated his words:
"Why did you stop?"
Thales's expression changed.
But the fat man's eyes were still locked on him.
"Okay." Thales snorted coldly, thinking that this guy is really good at business.
He began to miss the cheerfulness of the Northlanders.
"Although the clues are messy and irrelevant to each other," the prince said solemnly:
"But from what I've seen and heard, what the Kingdom's Secret Department has done recently is generally converging in three directions."
Morris listened carefully.
"The most likely and most urgent one is Xihuang."
Thales couldn't help but feel heavy when he thought of Anke Bailar.
"This involves the military system, noble grievances, and political history. The bad thing is war and bloodshed, and that is the birthplace and lair of the Blood Bottle Gang."
Morris frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.
"The second is the South Coast Territory."
The prince said calmly:
"As far as I know, business there is prosperous and life is prosperous. If there is any place where you and the Blood Bottle Gang can use the kingdom's secret science... you should be more familiar with it than me."
Morris was thoughtful.
"The last one is the Blade Territory, but I don't know much about it. I only know that it may be related to the local feudal structure."
Thales closed his mouth.
Silence returned between the two.
"that's all?"
Morris was a little disappointed and asked:
"Just three place names? Three duchies? Gone?"
Thales sneered softly.
"That's a secret science. Why, you want more?"
Morris worked hard to digest the information, his expression gradually changed:
"Xihuang, Nan'an, Blade, and us, are you kidding me?"
Thales had no intention of being polite to him:
"Why, do you think a prince came to the notorious Lower City just to joke with a gang leader?"
"Who knows, maybe you are just lustful and want to tease women?"
Thales showed a polite but hypocritical smile.
Morris thought solemnly for a while and then raised his head again.
"Okay, assuming what you said is true...if there is such a big thing behind it, what can you expect us to do?"
"In other words, what can we, the street gangsters, do about the kingdom's major events? We can just lie back and let it go."
Thales was silent for a moment.
"Tell me, Maurice, when you Big Nine took on that sky-high price errand," the prince said calmly:
"Have you ever thought that you would come into contact with the royal family with the longest history in the world?"
"Have you ever thought about your day?"
Morris' expression was slightly restrained and his eyes were gloomy.
Thales sighed and took a deep breath.
He walked to the next shelf.
It's strange that although this place is cramped and cramped, not as bright and spacious as the Mindis Hall, nor as classical as the Fuxing Palace, Thales feels that his breathing is smoother, far better than in the latter two.
But only one thing remains unchanged.
chain.
"Boss Morris, this world is full of invisible chains that connect everyone, everything, and every factor."
Morris listened attentively, but with a puzzled expression.
"But they are not simply connected one after another, connected end to end, or simply pulling one end to drive the other."
"On the contrary, each chain is inlaid with each other. There is me in you and you in me. Each pair of inlays is in different ways, pushing and pulling, squeezing and rubbing. Every node is unique, has its own rules, and never
repeat."
Thales stared dimly at the gap between the two shelves, imagining chains piercing left and right, finally converging on his body, locking him tightly.
Kessel, Renaissance Palace, Gilbert, Royal Council, Marius, Mindis Hall, Ankh Bailar, Royal Banquet, Raphael, Black Prophet, Kingdom Secrets...
This time, he felt as if the chains had substance, being tied around his body one after another.
The young man slowly stretched out his hand, as if he could feel the unique coldness of every inch of metal.
"This is our world. The interactions at all levels form the most complex, subtle and unpredictable influence mechanism. Even two chains that seem least likely to be connected may hide connections beyond imagination."
Thales stretched out his hands, closed his eyes and said in a daze:
"When you pull one end, it pulls the rest, and then they pull back and affect the original chain."
"Do you believe that sometimes, a bloody gang fight may affect the final ownership of a country's royal power?"
Morris didn't understand what he heard.
Thales gently retracted his left hand, put all the scars on his palm and the imaginary chains into his fist, and then pressed them firmly against his chest.
There, the burn scars under the clothes seemed to hurt.
Thales suddenly opened his eyes.
"Similarly, the rise and fall of the power of the two largest gangs in the kingdom is actually the most interesting barometer."
Morris's expression changed.
"When something happens in the kingdom, it will be reflected in the livelihood of the people at the bottom, changes in iron smelting, mining, grain farming, taxation, prices, stocks, increases and decreases in interests, and the quality of life: and the Blood Bottle Gang is related to the big nobles and lords
Interests and brotherhood are deeply rooted in the circles of the lower classes. When the balance between the two is lost, it is time for the two of you to go to war or negotiate."
Morris fell into deep thought, his brows getting tighter and tighter.
A few seconds later.
"The Kingdom? And us?"
The big brother of the brotherhood smiled, his eyes cold.
"Come on, you are just exaggerating and exaggerating."
The fat man stared closely into Thales' eyes:
"From finance to market, from budget to taxation, from administration to people's livelihood, do you know how many hurdles you have to go through from top to bottom, from one end of the chain to the other? Do you think it is a puppet show, the king's
With just a flick of your finger, a street gangster starts filming?"
Thales stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled.
"So, you really understand."
The prince looked at him calmly:
"At least he knows better than the intelligence guy Lancer."
Morris's face became a little ugly.
"Okay, I believe you for now," Thales turned around and played with the goods on the other side:
"I believe you are serving Horace because of the Black Sword,"
"But this still doesn't make sense. After Horace died and the Year of Blood passed, what kept you in the royal capital, stepping into a quagmire like the Lower City, willing to become a low-level gangster, take root and grow stronger, and devote your life to it."
Morris became serious.
But soon, the seriousness on his face turned into amusement.
"Black Sword mentioned it."
Thales frowned:
"What?"
Morris's eyes showed cunning.
"After returning from the North, Black Sword told us," he looked at Thales's back: "Maybe one day, a certain little prince will come to our door and be interested in our relationship with the Year of Blood."
"Looks like today is the day."
Thales' expression changed and he put down the goods in his hands.
Damn it.
It seems that it was no accident that they recognized themselves.
The connection between Black Sword and these people is closer than he imagined.
"Don't tell me, you formed the Brotherhood to avenge Horace?"
Thales ignored him and was determined to continue to hold the initiative.
"According to you, Horace's charm shouldn't be that great."
However, at this time, Morris walked to the display window and sighed:
"Son, have you ever picked through the flax bales?"
Thales followed up with him: "What?"
"Of course you don't, pampered prince."
Morris raised his hands and looked at the rough and fat fingers, his eyes confused.
"But I did."
Thales tilted his head in confusion.
"You hold on to the roots, pay attention to the heads and tails, bunch by bunch, bundle by bundle, beat and thresh, select and sort, stack and stack, step by step." The fat man looked into the distance outside the window, meaningfully: "At first, you thought this
The work is simple and clear, and you can get away with it quickly."
"But you will soon find that from the first bundle, there are flax fibers that unexpectedly bounce up and return to the bundle."
"You think it's just a small problem, but as the progress continues, one bunch is picked, another one pops out, and more and more hemp bundles escape the control and become tangled."
Morris frowned tightly:
"Over time, all the out-of-control flax bundles even become entangled with each other, tangled together, and disrupt the whole pile of flax bundles. You can't find the head or the root, you can't hold it, you can't shake it, but you can't shake it.
If you don’t take it off, you can’t pull it out.”
"By the time you come to your senses, even your own hands and feet will have been tied up in it, and it will become tighter and tighter, making it difficult to extricate yourself."
He said in a daze:
"At that moment, all the linen turned into a mess that you couldn't recognize, let alone unravel."
"And when you're faced with a mess, you're just getting deeper and deeper into it, and you can't do anything about it."
I am trapped deeper and deeper, unable to do anything.
Thales did not interrupt him. On the contrary, the prince followed his gaze and looked out the window at the dirty streets, thoughtfully.
"You were born into a noble family, so you find it troublesome to have invisible chains that are entangled and unclear?"
Morris squeezed his fingers and sneered:
"Next time, try the flax bar to feel the suffering of the people."
The two were silent for a while.
But Thales felt that he had read something.
"What about the rest?"
Thales sighed:
"Apart from you and Black Sword, where are the others in the Nine Giants?"
Morris turned around, looked at him coldly, and did not answer.
Looking at the other party's expression, and remembering the confrontation between Esida and Black Sword, Thales suddenly knew the answer.
"What happened during the Year of Blood?" he asked softly.
Morris was silent for a while and turned his head.
Somehow, looking at his expression, Thales suddenly remembered the people in the Prison of Bones.
This made him feel uneasy.
"That's enough, let's go." He breathed out, ignored Morris, walked out of the shelf, said hello to Glover and the other two, and immediately left for the store door.
"Excuse me, young master, where is your residence?"
Grover suddenly walked out of the counter and approached Thales, but was stopped by Glover.
I saw the boss rubbing his hands obediently, with a flattering face: "I can hire a carriage to deliver the typhoid medicine you want..."
Thales frowned.
"Save it here," the young man said coldly:
"When I need it, I will notify this local good friend to pick it up."
Thales glanced at Morris behind him.
Grove suddenly froze.
The fat man from the brotherhood snorted coldly:
"certainly."
"Hey," Cohen said dissatisfiedly:
"How did you become good friends?"
"Goodbye, Jenny," Thales didn't even look at the security officer, but looked at the young proprietress with a complicated expression, "and..."
The young man was silent for a moment and said quietly:
"Thanks."
Yanni also looked at him silently and smiled after hearing this.
"You're welcome," the good married girl responded softly:
"It should."
"Please take care of yourself, kind-hearted young master."
Her tone was gentle and her eyes were calm.
Just like back then.
Thales glanced at Jenny one last time, emotions rolling in his eyes:
"Ah, you too."
Thales thought of something, waved to Grover, casually pointed to Grover in front of the counter, and then left the pharmacy.
The zombie was stunned for a moment, then reached for his waist, but remembered that his wallet had been generously thrown to Sissi at the Leya Club.
Glover turned to Cohen awkwardly.
The security officer was also stunned for a moment, then stretched out his index finger and tapped himself:
I?
Glover frowned and made an urging expression:
if not?
Cohen held on to the equally empty money bag around his waist, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart when he remembered that his salary had been deducted almost to the bottom this month.
"What," the killer Leyock appeared at the right time and snorted to Cohen:
"Are the vigilance officers going to force credit and bully the market?"
Cohen was furious for a moment.
Thales walked in front and didn't see it, but Morris behind him noticed his words and smiled heartily:
"It doesn't matter."
"The bill is the fraternity's."
Grove, the boss behind him, was stunned for a moment, then trembled with a bitter expression.
Morris realized something and laughed:
"Don't be nervous, old man, it's not that kind of 'checking out'. This time we are actually settling the bill, um, paying the bill in real money."
Grover gave an ugly smile.
Morris hooked his hand, and his subordinate took out a money bag and put it on the counter.
Old Grove didn't expect that the other party could really pay the bill, and was immediately flattered.
But Morris had no intention of ending.
"Hey, old man."
I saw him holding Grover's shoulders, looking intimate.
Grover trembled.
Before the boss could respond, Morris patted his cheek in a friendly and kind manner:
"Next time, if you let me hear you say you beat your wife again..."
Maurice chuckled and remained silent, his smile disappearing without a trace.
Only his face, which was full of flesh, was still shiny.
Grove's lips trembled, his whole body trembled more and more, and he kept nodding.
Morris patted Grove's chest generously, almost slapping the latter on the back.
The fat man let go of him and walked out of the store.
After this unusual group of guests left, the drug store owner let out a sigh of relief and fell softly into his wife's arms.
"Yanni, then...who is that?"
But to Grove's surprise, Yanni, who had been submissive and submissive since her days as a helper and had remained unchanged until her time as a wife, showed a profound expression that he had never seen before.
"a friend."
Yanni supported her husband and looked at the black hair on the back of Thales' head, her eyes complex and subtle:
"A long, long time ago..."
"kid."
Grove's eyes widened, and his gaze wandered between the guest and his wife who were leaving. He couldn't believe that Jenny would have such a friend.
It wasn't until Thales and Morris disappeared around the corner that Yanni came back to her senses and sighed.
But when she turned around, she saw her husband rubbing his hands with a flattering look on his face.
"My dear, what's the style of the dress you were interested in last time?" Grove said with a smile on his face, trying to please him.
"Shall I buy it for you?"
Jenny Ni, who was well aware of her husband's character, raised her eyebrows helplessly and rolled her eyes.
On the muddy street of the underground mall, Glover and Cohen followed closely beside Thales. Not far behind them, Morris paced leisurely, chatting with Leyock and his subordinates.
People along the way first huddled together and muttered ill-intentionedly after seeing the three of Thales, and then fled away with frightened expressions after seeing Morris.
"Just now, Your Highness," the zombie first glanced at Morris behind him warily, then lowered his voice and said:
"If you wanted to help the lady in the store, you could have used a more...appropriate method."
"Without making her suspect that you are..."
Glover hesitated and did not finish speaking.
"Teasing?"
Thales said calmly, helping him complete the sentence:
"Or are you just looking for sex?"
Glover frowned, unable to answer.
"Ah, I was just about to tell you about this!"
Hearing this, Cohen's ears twitched and he said to Thales earnestly:
"I know that when you reach your age, you will start to be interested in girls, but we must develop a correct view of love and don't regard sexual harassment as flirting between men and women..."
"You're right, Karen."
But Thales didn't even look at Cohen, but looked at the road ahead expressionlessly.
"I want to help Yanni."
"Instead of hurting her."
Glover was slightly startled, and he quickly glanced behind him, as if he had some realization.
Only Cohen was confused and blinked repeatedly.
Thales sighed.
"So, do you think she is happy?"
Thales walked through a familiar street intersection and tried his best to forget the past:
"Is she really satisfied with that kind of husband and that kind of life?"
Unexpectedly, the prince would ask such a question. Glover and Cohen were both stunned.
"of course not."
Glover hesitated for a moment and said firmly:
"But at least she gritted her teeth and found a way to survive."
Thales turned his head: "Huh?"
Glover let out a breath.
"Lily, someone, someone told me," the zombie stammered, "life is miserable and miserable."
Glover's eyes moved:
"But so what? Just get it done."
"It doesn't matter whether the posture is beautiful or not."
"You can still live a decent life in a pile of shit and urine."
After hearing this, Thales looked at the dilapidation and dirt on the street and couldn't help but sigh:
"You're a survivor, Karen Glover."
"No, I am not."
Glover looked into the distance and said in confusion:
"She is."
At this moment, Cohen next to him let out a long sigh.
Thales and Glover both looked sideways.
"Although I don't quite understand what she said... medicine scales, bread and so on."
"But I suddenly felt..." Cohen hesitated, his expression lost:
"But when she said that no matter who she married, she would trade her skirt for bread, I suddenly felt...sad."
Thales frowned:
"Why?"
"I don't know," Cohen shook his head and said indignantly:
"But, but that is her life. She should be able to exchange it for other things, and she should also get better things."
The vigilance officer's voice dropped:
"But all people can see is her skirt."
"Always without asking, I just throw the bread to her."
Cohen sullenly said:
"It's like that's the only deal, there's no other option."
Glover snorted coldly.
"After all, there is a man in this world who doesn't just look at her skirt, and doesn't just throw bread to her."
Glover sarcastically said:
"Like you?"
Unexpectedly, Cohen did not quarrel with his "enemy" this time, but shook his head sadly.
"No, zombie, you don't understand. I don't think this is a problem that can be solved by finding one or two or a dozen good men. It's not that simple..."
Cohen scratched his head desperately, as if trying to grasp some inexplicable idea:
"I just feel that she is facing an enemy that cannot be defeated."
Thales narrowed his eyes:
"How to say?"
"How to say……"
Cohen looked for the right words to express, his expression became more and more painful.
"When I was still on the western front, our troops once captured a group of gray bastards who were infesting the border and hunting caravans."
Glover's eyes moved and he started to look at Cohen again.
"I was young at the time and had no seniority, so I roped in the translator and asked their leader: Why are the orcs hunting us?"
"I thought it would talk about the history of blood feud between the two races, the glory and pride of the orc ancestors, or even the interests inside and outside the desert..."
Cohen took a breath and said dullly:
"It turns out: because humans hunt us."
Thales was thoughtful, while Glover looked expressionless.
"I asked it: Can we stop hunting each other?"
"It smiled and replied: Of course."
"As long as one party is involved, kill all the other parties."
The autumn wind blew on the street, and there was silence between the three of them for a while.
Cohen exhaled, with sadness and doubt in his eyes at the same time:
"I swear, I have never been afraid of any gray bastard... But at that moment, facing the orc who was still laughing before he died, I felt tired, bored, embarrassed, powerless, and even... helpless for the first time.
Origin of fear.”
The heartless Cohen said blankly:
"It's as if what my sword hits is no longer a body of flesh and blood or a heavy axe, but an invisible iron wall. No matter how much I slash it, it will be of no avail."
"I even suspected that at that moment, my sword heart was wavering."
Thales didn't speak, he just frowned.
"For this reason, I wrote a letter back to the Tower of the End, to a friend of mine in Rafael, and he wrote back: From the beginning of the savagery era, facing the orcs, we have won thousands of battles and shed thousands of blood.
People who have been dead for thousands of years.”
"But why, it never brought peace?"
Cohen said in a daze:
"Never."
Thales sighed.
"Because we don't want peace in our hearts," Glover said in a sullen voice:
"Because neither we nor they are used to peace."
Cohen smiled bitterly upon hearing this:
"Yeah, maybe."
Cohen then frowned and said:
"But just now, what the shopkeeper's wife said made me feel similar."
"Why, why do people always think that if she wants to get married or find a husband, she can only exchange her skirt for bread? Only her skirt and the man's bread? Or is she only allowed to wear a skirt and the man is allowed to take bread?
"
Glover shook his head:
"I do not understand."
But Thales had a different look.
"I don't quite understand either." Cohen also shook his head.
But he showed doubts and confusion:
"I just feel that no matter how much suffering I have endured, no matter how seriously injured I have been, no matter how brutal the battles I have fought, no matter how powerful the enemy I have faced...compared with her expression when she said these words,
It’s like, it’s like it’s nothing.”
Glover frowned and didn't understand.
Cohen scratched his head and worried about his poor language skills:
"I feel as if the enemy she is facing in this sentence is also an iron wall, even bigger than all the enemies I have encountered in my life, from criminals on the streets to orcs and bandits on the battlefield.
To the Fire Knights of Exeter, the army of the North, and even the legendary demons and disasters..."
Cohen sighed:
"They are all more terrifying, powerful, and countless times more terrifying."
At that moment, Thales stopped.
Glover cast a questioning look at the prince.
Cohen's eyes were misty:
"Even if I reach the extreme realm, even if I inherit the old man's title and command all his armies..."
"It's impossible to defeat them."
Thales took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the sky.
At this moment, he suddenly had the illusion that the chains that were invisibly binding him were rubbing against each other and making a rustling sound as he raised his head.
"And she, that boss lady is just an ordinary woman," the security officer sighed sincerely, showing deep pity.
"She only has one pair of hands."
"That's not fair."
"not at all."
This time, Glover also began to think deeply.
Thales raised his hand slightly, and with his movements, the illusion of clanging chains became more obvious.
yes.
This isn't fair.
Thales's lips curled up into a sneer.
not at all.
Behind them, Morris saw Thales stopped and stopped moving forward. He just stared at the three people with burning eyes.
The passers-by around them, whether they were beggars or gangsters, merchants or hired workers, as long as they knew the identities of Maurice and Leyock, they all ran away and avoided them without even daring to look at these people.
Thales took a deep breath and lowered his head.
"If you can think so, Cohen," the prince smiled:
"Then she has two hands."
Cohen, who was immersed in loss, came back to his senses and was stunned when he heard this:
"What?"
Thales raised his finger, shook it, and chuckled:
"Maybe D.D. is wrong."
Cohen blinked and touched his head innocently:
"ah?"
"Maybe your brain is...not very bright." Thales walked up to Cohen with a smile, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his finger to his forehead, and flicked it crisply.
"Ouch!"
Cohen didn't expect that the dignified prince would sneak up on him like this. He screamed in pain, covered his head and backed away.
"But at least, compared to most people in this world..."
Thales retracted his finger, looked at Cohen with interest, who was gritting his teeth and making a "how dare you" gesture, and sighed:
"It's not broken yet."
Broken?
Cohen looked at him with an unhappy expression.
At this moment.
"Thank you, stupid Qingpi." Glover suddenly said dullly.
Hearing "idiot Qingpi", Cohen exhaled helplessly, turned around and said forcefully:
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of another fight...ah?"
The security officer reacted and said stupidly:
"What did you just say?"
Glover sighed, walked forward, and looked into Cohen's eyes seriously and awkwardly:
"I said, thank you."
"Thank you," Cohen was confused at first, then backed away with his forehead warily, and then asked:
"Thank you for what?"
Glover was silent for a while.
"Lillian."
Cohen's eyes widened.
The zombie said silently:
"I know that you have been helping her, helping her get rid of the harassers after she..."
"Thank you."
Glover glanced at Thales and sighed:
"Thank you for lending her an extra pair of hands."
ah?
Cohen stared blankly at Glover, and then at the amiable Thales. Feeling their tender and melting eyes, he couldn't understand the current situation.
What the hell happened?
Thales looked at this scene and smiled knowingly.
At this moment.
"My dear... little friend!"
The three of them turned their heads together.
Morris was seen rubbing his hands together, walking forward accompanied by Leyock and another subordinate, with several sneaky figures disappearing into the streets behind him.
"Ahead is the main street of the underground street," the fat brother of the fraternity said with a smile:
"If you don't mind, let me be the tour guide to explain?"
Thales raised his eyebrows.
"No need," Cohen waved his hand and sternly refused:
"We are serious people and we will not follow you"
Thales raised his steps and stepped over Cohen. He spoke out, and along with Glover's grabbing movements, he choked the words that the security officer had not finished ("Oh no, no, no! I'll bite you in the middle!"):
"So, you have just discussed it with other members of the Brotherhood, such as Black Sword?"
"Don't you think I'm joking?"
Morris' expression paused.
"Ahahaha!" The brotherhood boss laughed to relieve the embarrassment:
"of course not!"
Under Thales's gesture, Glover suppressed the urge to step forward to stop him (which turned into the strength to capture Cohen from behind), and watched Morris step forward and put his arm around the prince's shoulders.
Walking forward arm in arm.
"But think about it, you just gave us three unreachable place names and told us that the secret department was going to do something unknown in these places," Morris whispered in Thales' ear.
:
"So we should be begging for mercy from you who bullies others, just like the red turban in the past, we should become your guard dogs and pawns?"
Thales smiled.
"Morris, you don't look like a street gangster," the young man put his arms around the fat man's back and said with ease:
"There is no such rudeness and insensitivity as muddling along and living in a dream."
"As you said, I am in charge of the accounts," Morris winked:
“If you want to spend money, you must first make a budget.”
"And I think you want to store it with us," Morris' eyes flickered:
"It should be more than just that batch of potions."
Thales nodded, recognizing that they had arrived at the Black Gold Casino, a holy place for low-class gamblers.
"First of all, I am not Horace, nor am I a Black Prophet."
"I am not your master, but I am not your enemy either."
Thales narrowed his eyes and said:
"You should know what my value is."
Morris said nothing.
Thales chuckled and said, "But I believe you owe me more than just this batch of potions?"
Morris looked sharply.
But Thales still looked at the road ahead calmly and ignored him.
After a few seconds, Morris chuckled and let him go.
"You said Constance is your biological aunt, right?"
Thales turned his head.
Morris's expression turned cold:
"Then do you know how she died?"
Thales's heart tightened.
He remembered Gilbert's teachings and sighed:
"Shadow Shield and Sariton..."
"Asheida." Morris said softly.
Thales spoke for a moment.
"Asheida Sachern." The fat man's voice sounded, and he looked extremely cautious on the messy and dirty streets.
There is only a coldness between the lines.
Thales raised his eyebrows, never expecting this name to appear here:
"What?"
Morris snorted softly and looked into the distance.
"Eighteen years ago, in this city..."
His tone was ethereal.
"The Magician of Qi," Morris said calmly, as if he didn't care:
"That immortal monster."
"In front of Fuxing Palace..."
"Kill Constance."
killed……
killed……
It took Thales three full seconds to digest the meaning of this sentence.
The image of the mentor who was full of grace, calm and elegant appeared in front of me.
Constance?
But the young man could only stare wide-eyed and repeat his previous words in vain:
"What?"
Morris looked at the sky and took a deep breath, as if to absorb the smell of blood.
"She bled from all her orifices, suffered the most cruel pain in the world, then opened her eyes wide and died silently."
"Our little scourge, our little giant, she was just lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky."
The fat man's voice was trembling:
"Lonely."
"helpless."
"cold."
At that moment, Thales trembled slightly and could not breathe.
Just like the experience that teacher gave him countless times.
"What?" he could only repeat for the third time.
"I was crushed to death by it," Maurice looked at the sky in ecstasy, completely ignoring the questions of the second prince beside him:
"And the other idiots in the 'Big Nine' are really idiots. How can one defeat the magician and defeat the disaster? Why do they want to go there? Why do they want to die?"
"Right in front of Black Sword and I."
In an instant, countless complex thoughts flooded into Thales's brain, even exceeding the upper limit of what he could bear.
But among them, what Black Sword said to the Air Magician that night under the giant statue of Nekaru was particularly clear:
[Twelve years ago, when you, the monster, went on a killing spree in Fuxing Palace, why didn’t you have such concerns? 】
What followed was the last words of that frightening girl on that same day when she finally vanished into ashes:
【Beware of Aishida.】
Thales breathed in a daze.
"Aside from territory and interests, this is our personal grudge against the red turbans of the Blood Bottle Gang."
"The black sword, including the Black Street Brotherhood," Morris lowered his head, unknowingly clenching his fists and speaking tremblingly: