Kingdom’s Bloodline

Under the sun, Thales stared blankly at the smiling Moral.

Pondering his astonishing words.

A few seconds later, Prince Xingchen exhaled and smiled.

"When did you learn to flatter?"

"Putting up?"

Moral snorted softly, with a faint nostalgia in his eyes:

"six years ago."

Moral looked at the sky, feeling a little bit emotional:

"When I was beaten all over by a few gangsters in the alleys of Waril State, I was dying, and trembling, I crawled to the side of the road and begged for food from passers-by."

"I learned."

Thales' smile faded away.

Is it.

He looked at Moral, who was disfigured and covered in scars, but still smiling.

Imagine each other's past.

In other words, in the past six years, when I was in the Palace of Heroes, facing the surveillance eyes of Lisbane and the Meteor...

This guy……

Thales suddenly remembered what the other party said:

【Laugh, Thales, because life is already heavy enough...】

[Laugh to make it lighter. 】

Thinking of this, Thales looked at Moral in a different way.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to make the tone of saying goodbye sound lighter:

"Then why, you can't sell the business of attracting people to save money?"

Moral's face froze suddenly.

Thales looked at him with a half-smile.

Moral bowed his head,

He scratched his hair, which was covered in dust and grit, and seemed to have lost some color.

After a few seconds, his cheeks relaxed.

"Okay, as parting sincerity..."

Moral raised his head again, releasing a rare relief:

"Twenty-nine."

Thales didn't understand:

"What?"

I saw Moral chuckled, and there was something more in Thales' eyes:

"In the past two months, I have helped Tampa bring in 29 clients who saved money for insurance."

What?

Thales was stunned for a second.

"Twenty-nine?"

The prince reacted immediately, and said in astonishment:

"But, I remember Kanzel, he's you..."

Moral chuckled and took his words:

"Poor, hard-earned first business?"

Thales nodded suspiciously.

Looking at the puzzled Thales, Moral shrugged.

"Yes, but..."

The man nicknamed Quick Rope showed a little shrewdness:

"Everyone of them thought so when they came to find me in private."

Thales was taken aback.

Is that what you think?

"But you were still drunk and crying to me in the tavern last night..." he subconsciously recalled.

Moral sighed, and glanced at the boy with eyes full of pity and helplessness:

"Yeah, because, originally, you were the thirtieth deal."

"A little nobleman who is sympathetic and has a little money, whether 'raw' or 'peeled', 'exported' or 'self-sold', is enough to make up for Kanze's loss."

Thales stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

what did he say?

The thirtieth deal...

Eat raw, peeled...

export, self-sale...

Moral reacted, looked away apologetically, and scratched his chin:

"Sorry, jargon."

"But Tampa said that you are a friend of his old acquaintance, and your status is obviously unusual, so we let you go, and want to observe and observe again, and there is no trick to perform-whether it is drugged or tricked, or other."

Thales was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the "first lesson" of the tavern owner Tampa, and his "West Wilderness Old Beer".

Inside...

trick...

drugged, tricked...

etc.

This guy……

As he slowly figured it out, Thales looked at Moral more and more wrongly.

Therefore, when the fast rope brought down Dean and the body needed to be destroyed, Tampa was the first person he wanted to find.

because……

Because they were meant to be together...

swindled...

gang?

Thales' face suddenly became extremely ugly.

He looked at the innocent Moral in disbelief:

"But 'Dante's Great Sword', they won't let you do that..."

Moral coughed:

"Captain Louisa, remember?"

Thales was startled again, and then remembered the leading female soldier in the mercenary team.

Louisa Dante.

I saw Moral showing an awkward smile:

"According to the rules, if a sword seller picks up a 'white pig' in the desert, if it is 'eat it raw' and 'exports'—such as going to the Blood Bottle Gang or the White Prison, then Luisa can get 20% of the profit from Tampa. "

What?

Thales froze again.

picked up.

white pig.

Share profit?

"If it is to cooperate with Tampa acting, 'skinning' and 'self-selling' in the camp, it will be 25%."

"Even sold directly to McGee's Desolate Bone Tribe—they have a door leading to the west, but that's much more complicated, and my level is not enough."

Moral touched his ears, and rubbed his hands up and down as if there was nowhere to rest them, as if a little embarrassed:

"On rare occasions, we will take you...into one of us."

Thales' cheeks were already frozen in place, and he only mechanically maintained a twitching smile.

Moral pointed helplessly at the Saber camp in the distance:

"It's just that Big Dean has always insisted not to 'realize' you right away, but to make plans after entering the camp."

"Of course, we now know why."

Realize.

Thales stared blankly at Moral.

one second.

two seconds.

The young man in front of him bared his teeth, still with that heartless smirk expression.

But from this moment, what Thales saw in the opponent's eyes was no longer simplicity and clumsiness.

Rather cunning and treacherous.

"I told you, whether it's the Great Desert or the Saber Camp..."

Moral looked at Thales' expression, tried his best to put on a helpless look, and said with an awkward smile:

"It's all dangerous."

Thales found that he was speechless.

He could only stand there in a daze.

Thoughts were in turmoil.

so……

Luisa Dante, the female mercenary captain who has a hearty smile and doesn't back down from the orcs, looks both sunny and responsible.

And the seemingly innocent and funny person in front of him, who has always been thought to be the newcomer Kuaisheng who is "in charge of telling jokes".

And what saved him—Dante's great sword.

Routine.

What the hell is a routine.

At that moment, Thales only felt confused.

From the leading baron.

To the mercenaries down there.

So, the Saber Camp is really...

The folk customs are simple and honest.

Thales twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking complicatedly.

But the gloom did not haunt the prince for long.

A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath, let go of the gloom in his heart, and laughed in front of the surprised Moral.

"Hahaha--"

Facing the bewildered Moral, Thales, who was laughing again and again, suddenly found that when he went through everything and went back to discover the details of these trivial episodes, what occupied his heart was no longer the resentment and anger he used to have.

It's a long-lost relief.

and open-minded.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

It seems that the twists and turns and anxiety of the past six years have all disappeared with these long laughs.

No longer heavy.

turn out to be……

This is me.

"Hahaha--"

Taylor's laughter gradually turned into a big laugh, which made Moral's face gradually change in shock, and he almost thought he was crazy.

Finally, after a few seconds, Thales stopped laughing, and looked back at the weird-looking Moral:

"So, Commas' experience is still helpful to you, right?"

Moral's face darkened.

"ah."

The other prince nodded, his eyes darkened:

"Helps a lot."

"At least, I'm getting closer to renting my first sea boat."

Moral raised his gaze, dispelled the gloom, and replaced it with the optimism and pleasure Thales is familiar with:

"And I'm pretty sure neither my father nor my brother could have done that—at least, not without a title."

He narrowed his eyes, pointed to Thales, and showed a sly smile:

"the same as you."

Thales looked at him and laughed again.

But this time, Moral laughed with him.

I don't know how long it took, Thales restrained his smile, and said with a little deep meaning:

"You know what, Moral Walton."

The abrupt full name—and real name—made the laughing man froze slightly, and stopped to listen to Thales' next sentence:

"You are probably the most special and possibly the most amazing prince Exeter has ever had."

Moral bowed his head in silence.

Thales stared at him carefully.

"wrong."

A few seconds later, Moral raised his head again, showing the big white teeth of the northerners:

"my name……"

"It's called 'Quick Rope.'"

"A sailor...and a sword seller."

fast rope.

Thales was silent.

He looked at the complacent and happy Kuaisheng, and suddenly there was an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.

Moral Walton, he's Fast Rope.

That……

What about himself?

Thales Canxing.

Who is he?

A few wisps of wind and sand swept across the clearing.

Thales stared at the fast rope for a long time, finally nodded, and then swung his right arm.

In the next second, the fast rope subconsciously caught the thing Thales threw!

Kuaisheng looked at the weapon in his arms and raised his head in surprise:

"What's this?"

Thales smiled, and pointed to the time crossbow thrown into the opponent's arms:

"Your thirtieth deal."

The thirtieth stroke...

Kuaisheng was stunned for a few seconds, and asked in disbelief:

"You, are you sure?"

"You know this..."

Thales hummed and nodded.

"This stuff originally belonged to the Northlanders."

"And I don't want to worry about when I will be killed by it."

Speaking of this secret, both of them were silent for a while.

Kuaisheng sighed, but acted swiftly and without hesitation, carrying the crossbow on his back:

"As a disaster... Well, you are really generous."

generous.

Thales chuckled:

"yes."

Anyway, it's not me who is generous.

Kuaisheng snorted softly, as if he knew what was on his mind.

"Don't be complacent."

Prince Xingchen looked at the fast rope, as if he wanted to look at this unqualified "colleague" he met in the desert from the beginning to the end again, and sighed:

"If I die, according to the rules, you will have to pay a lot."

Kuaisheng also put away his smile and looked back at him quietly.

Lose a lot...

Is it.

"Then..."

Kuaisheng said lightly:

"Don't die."

don't die.

The two stood quietly for a while.

A few seconds later, Thales said softly:

"good."

For some reason, Thales suddenly felt:

This is the final farewell.

Star Prince exhaled.

"And you, don't forget, the dark room wants your people, and the Rumba wants your life."

Thales looked at the fast rope seriously:

"Don't get caught."

This time, Kuaisheng was also silent for a while.

He looked at the bruises on Thales' face, and then slowly answered:

"good."

The breeze blows.

"So, we're all right?" Thales asked lightly.

Kuaisheng looked at him deeply and nodded:

"Yes."

But just when Thales and Kuaisheng were relatively silent, and the sentimental atmosphere of parting was about to overflow...

"Boom!"

An arm suddenly wrapped around the fast rope from behind!

"Don't bother Your Highness, we still have a long way to go..."

I saw Taldin of the Royal Guards appearing out of nowhere. Under Thales' astonishment and the struggle of the fast rope, he had a tough attitude and pulled the fast rope away without any explanation!

"Don't worry Your Highness, we will take good care of him!"

Tardin gritted his teeth and tugged on the fast rope, as if there was some deep hatred.

Thales looked at the fast rope in amazement while asking for help and struggling, while not forgetting to wave goodbye to him.

"Ah—that, Thales..."

The ignorant Star Prince could only nod subconsciously:

"Oh, all right……"

But Tardin's tone suddenly changed, full of worry.

"Also, that, Your Highness..."

With a trace of hesitation and hesitation, Taldin hesitated to speak.

Thales raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

But Tardin looked at the fast rope suspiciously, then looked at Thales nervously, and finally hardened his heart, and said earnestly:

"You are also old, you should find someone..."

"Girlfriend."

ah?

Thales was taken aback.

Tardin squeezed his eyes in embarrassment:

"You know... women."

The bewildered Thales blinked.

But before he had time to answer, Taldin grabbed the fast rope on his shoulders forcefully, carried it on his shoulders, and trotted all the way, rushing towards the royal guard team!

"Good nephew Wyah, eh? It's been so long since we've seen each other—come, let me see!"

"Ahhh, you are my uncle, uncle? Right? No, no, no—uncle doesn't want it!"

Behind the distant figure, Tardin's angry shouts and Kuaisheng's wailing followed one after another, looking at Thales in a daze.

The prince who understood what was happening laughed uncontrollably.

He suddenly discovered that the away royal guards were divided into two sides:

On one side, Barney Jr., Belletti and the others looked unhappily at Tardin and Quick Rope running towards them.

On the other side, the back of Sakeel drifted alone in the sand, gradually walking away in the morning light, without looking back.

Like two lines starting from a vertex, they gradually diverge in different directions.

No more intersections.

This made Thales think deeply.

In the other direction, the mercenaries with blood and whistles also evacuated one after another. Ricky gave him a deep look before leaving, which made Thales startled.

That rascal……

"call out!"

At this moment, a sharp sound different from before came from the sky!

"alert!"

The cavalry in the distance immediately moved into action, mounted their horses one after another, and pulled out a mobile formation.

Thales couldn't help becoming nervous.

Legendary Wing frowned.

Until a messenger knight running from a distance said:

"Alert cancelled!"

"Friends!"

Only then did the nervous cavalry take off their guard and return to normal.

But soon, in the direction from which the sharp sound came, two fast horses rushed towards them from far to near.

Thales looked at the two fast horses suspiciously: the two men on the horses were traveling lightly, they didn't look like soldiers.

But in the next second, the voice that came immediately made his expression change drastically:

"This is the Kingdom's Secret Division!"

I saw the man on the horse galloping forward, holding a scroll high, looking at the people scattered under the sand dunes from a distance, his tone was full of anger and unwillingness:

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel, and Lord Morat Hansen!"

"All suspects and targets present..."

"Never leave!"