Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales frowned, his face was ugly: "Girl?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Tampa looked him up and down, shook his shoulders, and looked stunned: "Seeing that you look so delicate, you have been sitting upright, with your legs closed, and if you don't speak, you really think you are a girl .”

With complicated emotions, Thales smiled with difficulty.

"He's a newcomer," Kuaisheng gasped for breath with his face flushed from coughing, "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 frowned:

He bent down again.

"bring it on!"

"Since it's the girl from Quick Rope...I mean, since he introduced it..." As Tampa got up, a glass of beer full of foam was thrown heavily in front of Thales, the voice of the tavern owner was bold and happy : "The first cup, authentic Xihuang old beer, free reception!"

Thales, who was mistaken for a girl just a moment ago, was flattered.

"Thanks!"

The face of the fast rope turns out to be so easy to use.

The prince pulled the wine glass politely, looked at Kuai Sheng's satisfied smile, and wondered what kind of wine it was.

"I knew all of a sudden that so many people came to the Saber camp... nothing good will happen," Tampa lay down on the bar and poured a second glass of wine for the fast rope: "Grey bastard, right? So this Another desert war?"

Kuaisheng's face drooped.

"No."

"Dean said no."

He drank his second glass of wine with a stiff expression, this time, Kuaisheng didn't cough.

"Is it."

Tampa slapped 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 being stabbed by a needle.

"Kanze, remember the Great Sword of the North?"

He jumped up from his seat and frantically took out a worn-out notebook from his waist pocket.

"He saved it, he saved it, he promised to keep the money with you, this is... this is his relic, his bookkeeping, he hid the money in the flowerpot in the room..." In Tyre Under the eyes of Si and Tampa, Kuai Rope's tone seemed a little hasty, with a slight trembling.

"He has...he has twenty-one Mindis, eighteen Midir, plus thirteen Solon of the Northland, ten Karn, nine Keller of Anrenzo, four don't know what The denominations of commas southeast general coupons, seven independent coins of Laval, five hammer coins of the city of steel, and so many annoying small squares of the Three Kingdoms of the Misty Sea... and two tabesos."

Kuaisheng frantically turned to the last page, reading the random words on the paper.

"Just, just... on that morning, before he died."

Kuaisheng's voice quieted down, and he stared blankly at the small ledger.

Thales also looked at him in a daze, thinking of the tough guy from the North who was carrying a big sword.

but.

"No, fast rope."

"I don't remember him coming," Tampa frowned, looking at the crumpled little book, which was not much better than garbage, "and I don't have his signature in my records..."

Kuaisheng's face turned pale.

"Tampa," he gritted his teeth, as if he knew that his words were not convincing, but he still tried his best to defend himself, and turned the page to Tampa again: "he does exist here, I can go and find him Here's the money for you, look, it says twenty-one Mindis..."

"Stop, I don't want to be annoyed to death by your Commus accent," Tampa said coldly, "or be fooled to death by your arithmetic skills."

"So strictly speaking," Kuaisheng shook his head desperately as if he didn't hear his words:

"He saved,

Tampa, Kanzel saved! "

Tampa stared at him coldly.

"And Kanze didn't 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, not with me—look at my account book, there is no record of him, it doesn't count."

Thales watched the quarrel silently.

"That counts!"

Kuaisheng said anxiously: "It's just...it's just that I didn't have time to give it to you. He was very reluctant at first, but he still hesitated and decided...he is with me...I plan to come back..."

"Tampa, please!"

"Rules are rules," Tampa shook his head grimly. "No."

"I promised him."

Kuaisheng's argument was almost desperate, and he waved the small book weakly: "I promise!"

"Then maybe..." Tampa interrupted roughly, "You're supposed to pay the money?"

"Remember—ten times!"

He said viciously, then turned and left.

Kuaisheng stared blankly at the retreating figure of the tavern owner, and the small notebook in his hand fell weakly.

Thales sighed and patted Kuaisheng on the shoulder.

"Quick rope..."

The noise of the tavern seemed to return to this small corner.

Kuaisheng sat down silently, and put Kanze's small book back into his waist pocket.

The young mercenary stared at his glass.

After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled.

"You know, Wyah."

"Kanze, he's the first one." Kuaisheng shook his shoulders, raised his glass and drank it down: "The person I persuaded to save money is my first successful business."

Thales moved slightly.

"Kanze came from the north and made his home in Xingchen. He has two children, a boy and a girl, and a wife who is sick all the year round..." Kuaisheng put down his wine glass, expressionless: "They live in the ruins, are old The hammer brought him here, I was thinking...how the old hammer will tell his wife and children."

Quick Rope leaned out, picked up the bottle from the bar, and poured himself another glass.

"You know."

"He gave me the address where he saved the money, and he also left me the account book," Kuaisheng gritted his teeth angrily, "but I..."

"Quick rope," Thales sighed softly, "He's already gone, it's not your fault, and you can't do anything."

Kuaisheng's shoulders trembled violently.

"Can't do anything..."

He resumed pouring 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 in a daze, with a frozen smile: "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 sailing to the end of the sunset one day."

"On his first voyage, he went to the most legendary place in the End Sea: End Sea Eye."

Thales frowned.

"A damned place, a cursed place that even the girl Muhai doesn't bless."

"The compass fails, the sails are torn, the pirates are everywhere, the fog is everywhere, the dark clouds cover the sky, the seabirds disappear, in the endless darkness and endless drifting, even the eternal stars have changed their appearance, huge waves, whirlpools And the reefs are endless, and there are even under the terrible sea..."

The voice of the fast rope became desolate and hoarse.

"The captain, the first mate, the second mate, the spotter, the sailor, the helmsman, the battle master, the boatswain, and the kind Uncle Bill...almost everyone died."

"Everyone."

He shivered a bit, and continued pouring wine.

Thales resisted the desire to look up at him, just stretched out his hand, and lifted the mouth of the wine bottle from the already overflowing wine glass.

The fast rope paused for a long time, allowing Thales to take his bottle.

"As the only person left on the ship, the young sailor held the last plank, floating and sinking dizzily, listening to the never-ending sound of the waves, watching the day and night around him, thirsty, hungry, and cold He was also afraid, he didn't know where he would drift and what his fate would be, and all around him were the swollen and white corpses of his companions, and the bone-chilling seawater..."

"It's the same with him...can't do anything..."

Thales couldn't bear it anymore, he pressed the opponent's wine glass: "Quick rope..."

Kuai Rope's voice trembled, but he stubbornly took his wine glass: "The young sailor survived—but he could never go to sea again..."

"Because no matter when and where, as long as he closes his eyes, he can see the broken boards and the corpses of his companions, he can hear the roar of raging waves and heavy rain when he presses his ears, and he can smell the salty and salty sea water when he twitches his nose. blood..."

Kuaisheng picked up the wine glass tremblingly, and drank the alcohol and tears in one gulp.

"He has been afraid of ships, oceans, lakes, and even all places with water in the world..."

"So he came to the Great Desert."

"The place with the least amount of water in the world."

Boom!

The quick rope slammed the glass on the bar.

"Damn..."

He wiped his face in pain, turning his head so Thales could not see him.

"When a person dies, there is nothing left, Wyatt, 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 stays, nothing makes sense, and you don't know anything."

He shook his shoulders: "Kanze, Pangja, Harken, Breeze...they don't know anything anymore."

Thales listened silently.

"Then what's the point of our lives?"

Kuaisheng hoarsely said: "Suffer and suffer, and then wait to be slapped to death by fate, and disappear without a trace, as if you have never been in this world?"

Thales bit his lip tightly, but didn't know how to reply.

Quick Rope stretched out his hand, but caught the wine bottle where it should have been.

Right now.

boom!

A thick black leather notebook was smashed on the bar counter.

Thales and Quick Rope looked up suspiciously.

I saw the vicious tavern owner Tampa standing in front of them, holding the wine bottle in one hand and the black leather book in the other, and said coldly to the fast rope:

"Look what customers you've got me."

"What I want are those who are strong and powerful, but who are often in an unstable situation. It seems that there are many accidents, but in fact they can all come back safely..."

Kuaisheng was taken aback for a moment, his distracted eyes didn't come together for a long time.

"That's how I make money, you know? And the first client you find is losing money... I really regret that I took you as a start. I really thought that 'Dante's Great Sword' would be a good market, but it turned out like this It's about to die..."

Thales frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable with Tampa's words.

Hearing the familiar name, Kuaisheng gritted his teeth and retorted unconvinced:

"We are!"

"There are strong muscles like Kanze and Harken, powerful guides like McGee, sharpshooters and sentries like Pangja and Breeze, experienced old hammers, and the best nympho female captain," Kuaisheng said in pain. Gripping the empty glass:

"And the brightest Dean!"

"We..." His tone darkened: "We were supposed to be the kind of 'looks like a lot of surprises', but we will definitely come back safely."

His voice became quieter, with a faint fuzzy sound on his tail.

"should be."

The tavernkeeper stared at the fast rope.

A second later, he slapped hard and slapped a pen on the black leather book—boom!

"Here, put his name in the ledger—that Kanzer."

Tampa looked fiercely at the fast rope: "This is the rule, I don't allow even one account to be unclear."

At that moment, the surrounding noise seemed to be separated again.

Thales looked at Tampa unexpectedly: he understood what the other party meant.

Quick Rope was stunned.

His drunkenness seemed to dissipate somewhat.

"boss……"

I saw Tampa gritted his teeth, and angrily pushed the black leather ledger forward: "Then go and figure out how much he has saved, use the star currency, please give me a whole number, hell!"

Kuai Rope's breathing quickened.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Having figured it out, Kuaisheng excitedly pulled out Kanze's notebook from his waist pocket: "Tampa, boss, boss... I'm on behalf of Kanze's wives and children..."

"Shut up!"

Tampa slapped his notebook impatiently, and the wine bottle paused on the bar: "Quick! Write your name! Damn...you drank half of my good wine!"

The fast rope jumped up like a frightened rabbit: "Of course!"

He took the pen in a hurry: "So I write it here? Uh, Kanzer, does it start with K or C, or other letters?"

"Ghost knows!"

Tampa crossed his arms and said angrily: "Anyway, it's another bad debt—you fucking dare to touch this bottle of wine again!"

Kuaisheng, who was about to have another drink, was taken aback. Looking at the book worryingly, he shook his head to shake off his drunkenness, and immediately turned to the helper.

"Wyah, can you write? Dean said that you are a person with status in the Northland, so you may understand..."

Thales raised his eyebrows, took the pen and the ledger: "Give it to me, I'll try to spell it...Kan—Ze—"

Huai Ya, who found the savior, was full of gratitude, and raised Kanze's small notebook: "I'll leave it to you, I have to..."

Kuaisheng's smile didn't disappear, and when he looked up, he saw the wrinkled face of the tavern owner.

"If you dare to count an extra copper, a quick rope, even the most worthless Northland Kahn copper coin..." Tampa leaned forward, spread his teeth, and showed a hideous smile: "Fraud...you miss the bones of the dead..." prison?"

Kuaisheng shuddered, and turned around with his pants up: "I have to, I have to go to Enzo to count... ask the nearest currency exchange rate..."

Looking at the back of the fast rope going away, Tampa spat hard: "I can only cry into the wine bottle, it's really useless."

Thales didn't speak, he just smiled, bowed his head and started writing.

"C."

Thales raised his head suspiciously: "What?"

"Kanze's name," the tavern owner said in a low voice without raising his head while holding the bottle, "begins with C."

"When he first came to the Saber Camp, I was the one who introduced him to Old Hammer."

Thales' pen tip stopped.

"It's better to write. The name is very important, especially in this book," Tampa rubbed the bottle in his hand lightly, without moving his eyes: "Because even if you make a mistake..."

"He won't know either."

The boss's words were slightly stiff.

Thales lowered his head.

According to the previous format, he neatly wrote Kanze's name on the latest page of the account book. After finishing writing, he turned a few pages forward to check the format to ensure that 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 ledger in surprise and called out a name:

"Korn Karabyan?"

Tampa was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the familiar name, Thales was slightly excited: "The name on the ledger...I know this guy."

"So, Cohen has deposited money with you before... On September 14, 671, the deposit..."

Tampa frowned.

Reading the words on the account book, Thales widened his eyes: "A full two hundred and fifty Tormund gold coins?"

Two hundred and fifty... gold coins?

After a while, Thales exhaled and looked ahead in disbelief: "Damn it,"

"A big dog."

It took a few seconds for Tampa to withdraw his strange gaze from him.

In a bustling tavern, Tampa waved a clerk to greet a group of newcomers.

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 thinking about the current situation, Thales couldn't help sighing: "We are...friends, we used to stand together and fight side by side."

"Stand together and fight side by side?"

Tampa seemed taken aback. He looked at Thales and asked suspiciously, "You, and Cohen?"

"Uh," Thales was a little embarrassed, "to be exact, I stood while he fought."

Tampa stared straight at Thales until he laughed and slapped Thales on the shoulder!

"Very good! He is also my friend, haha, Cohen, that thin, small, thievesy, shrewd and snobby bad guy..."

ah?

Thin and small, thieves, shrewd and snobbish?

Thales froze for a moment.

"What?"

But Tampa didn't seem to want to stop at all, and the more he spoke, the scar on his neck surged: "...the least courageous when fighting, and the favorite to lift girls' skirts!"

The least courageous... Lift up the girl's skirt...

Thales' expression became more and more strange.

"Um, maybe we're not talking about the same Cohen?"

Tampa's smile froze.

"But that's Cohen Karabyan, black hair and brown eyes, like a skinny monkey," Tampa's face showed doubts: "Which Cohen are you talking about?"

Thales scratched his head and smiled.

"Cohen...well, a young master who ran away from home, he is tall, almost six and a half feet, very strong, muscular, blond and blue-eyed," Thales tried to describe the tall man in his impression, looking expectantly Looking at the boss: "He is good at using swords, and his movements are quick. When fighting, he likes to bully others with his body. When he talks, he is a little... how to say..."

Thales thought for a long time before raising his head and said awkwardly:

"...Stupid and silly?"

Tampa's face creased again after hearing these descriptions.

"Sounds like a nasty idiot."

Thales sighed.

All right.

Looks like...it was a mistake.

"Actually, if you know him, it's hard to hate him," Thales shook his head and said, "He's a little... special."

Tampa mused.

"Well, 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: "Is that so--sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Just when Thales was about to take a sip of wine to ease the embarrassment——

Boom!

Thales looked at Tampa who pressed his palm firmly on his wine glass in surprise: "What?"

I saw the owner of the "My House" tavern shook his head expressionlessly:

"Trust me, you won't want to drink this drink."

Under Thales' suspicious eyes, Tampa spilled the wine in the glass.

"It's got some horse urine in it, and some old phlegm from me," Tampa said nonchalantly, throwing the "additional" wine glass aside: "Maybe there is something sleepy, and it tastes 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 the wine that was almost in his mouth...

Suppressing the discomfort in his abdomen, Thales raised his head angrily: "What!"

Tampa grinned, but his grin was ugly because of his aggressive features.

"Although you look like a 'white pig' who just arrived at the Saber Camp and doesn't understand anything."

The tavern owner shrugged: "But I don't think you are that simple... So, I have to look at your details... and then decide whether to knock you off or steal you... Or, you know, come to the camp recently There are more aristocrats in China, and beautiful boys are popular among them."

"Obviously, Fast Rope is not a good bodyguard."

Thales was dumbfounded at first, and then looked at Tampa with righteous indignation:

"you……"

The boss smiled and squinted at the prince: "Some bad places are used to giving some color to newcomers... It is not only a test, but also a lesson. If it is a 'white pig', it will be sold directly for a few dollars."

Thales looked at the wine glass and protested disgustedly: "White pig...what are you doing?"

Tampa tapped on the ledger, narrowing his eyes: "Remember, boy,"

"It's called 'Lesson One.'"

"Didn't Cohn teach you that?"

Thales supported the bar in disbelief.

The world deceives me with injustice.

And I can only return with a look of grief and indignation.

So His Royal Highness could only look at each other with grief and indignation: "Then why did you change your mind again?"

Tampa laughed.

"Because you do know Cohen, maybe you really fought side by side with him, instead of just following my words and pretending to be familiar."

Thales frowned: "Cohen."

"Well, that violent gorilla that you obviously hate, but it's hard to really hate." The boss nodded, pointed to the name on the ledger, and his words filled with nostalgia.

Tampa smiled:

"Korn Big Stupid Karabyan."

silence.

Thales was still angry. He looked at the other party with a displeased face, and said sarcastically, "Oh, thank you, this is the first time I know his 'middle name'."

Tampa produced another bottle of wine and a new glass, which he filled without hesitation.

"You're welcome," the tavern owner hummed a ditty, rolled out his new wine glass, and entertained new guests: "Authentic Xihuang old beer..."

The corners of his mouth curved, revealing a few teeth, and said with a sly smile:

"Don't worry, drink without any additives."