Vol 2 Chapter 594: Tenth Giant

Chapter 594 The Tenth Giant
After a moment of silence, Morris scratched his chin and looked at Thales with a strange look.
"So, you came all the way here just to teach me politics?"
"You want the answer," Thales lowered his fist and responded confidently, "and I'm giving it to you."
Morris looked at the surrounding furnishings and looked up again after thinking for a moment:
"If it is, then the answer is too far away from us, unrealistic."
Thales smiled.
On the other side of the drugstore, Jenny and Groves whispered tremblingly, while Glover tried to comfort Cohen who was about to rush to take Leyoke.
But just like the invisible wall of Youdao lying in the center, everyone abide by the tacit understanding and dare not go past, invading the conversation between the star prince and a giant in the Brotherhood.
"Yes,'politics is too far away from me','politics is too unrealistic for me', this is the most common misunderstanding in our lives."
Thales' eyes changed:
"Whether you think it’s too far away and therefore dismissive, pretending to be high-minded and avoiding public politics such as the deadly plague of cleanliness; or think too far and therefore cynical, scholastic who believes that there is everything in knowledge; or think it’s too far. Broken tanks, numb and insensitive, thinking that chai, rice, oil and salt is a cynic who returns to life; or he feels too far away, so he has no scruples, talks bluntly, and points out the trend of the keyboard man in words."
"It's still like you, a slap-boy who is a gangster, who will one day count as a gangster."
Morris curled one of his lips, revealing his teeth.
But Thales ignored him:
"Intentionally or unconsciously, consciously or not, they are all expressing the attitude of'politics too far.'"
"But with all due respect, they either misunderstood'politics' or they misunderstood'far.'"
Morris was silent.
"Look now, I'm standing in front of you." At this point, Thales' voice was cold:
"And you think that during the rise of the Brotherhood, the relevant departments have really been indifferent to you and just let it go?"
Morris squinted:
"Relevant departments?"
"Ha, you mean the most mysterious ‘relevant departments’ that are always missing when they benefit the people, and when they patriot and serve the country, they do their best?"
Morris hummed, showing disdain and sarcasm:
"We have our own way to deal with them-they are like shit, every time the pit is over, I have to stand up and wipe my ass, I can see them in the pit while they are hot, and the smell of their claws is attacking."
But Thales shook his head, ignoring his emotions:
"Then why did you order the retreat just now? Why didn't you listen to the words of Oschu, and according to the original plan, gather people to kill the blood bottle to help collect the debt. Whoever is the culprit in the kidnapping case, the Brotherhood only needs to kill and raise power. Up."
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.
"Politics is not far away from you, Boss Morris, even if you treat the kingdom as nothing and wantonly trample on the legal boundaries-high walls and iron walls not only trap those who are willing to be in the cage, but also restrict those who are Recognize those outside the cage."
"It is an invisible net, blocking every inch of color in the line of sight, and blocking every gap in the air, and we raise our hands, speak and breathe, all in it, and we cannot escape."
Thales looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, feeling its solid wall, silently.
Morris was silent for several seconds before he hummed.
"Perhaps I should let Lancer come and listen," the fat boss of the Brotherhood squinted.
"He knows this best."
But Thales sneered.
"The same with you, Morris."
The prince raised his head and glanced at Morris:
"After all, you are the one who settles the accounts and manages the money."
At that moment, Morris' eyes flashed sharply.
But for a few seconds, the brother of the Brotherhood chuckled and waved his hand nonchalantly:
"Come on, there are none of the things you said, and our gang of rough men on the streets don't understand, nor are they excited--"
But Thales suddenly raised his volume and interrupted him:
"If you are really not interested, Morris!"
"Then you-you and Heijian, and the mercenary group called the'Nine Giants' at that time-would not have traveled all the way to the capital."
His voice slowly became smaller and his speech rate gradually slowed down, but the power in it made Morris frowned.
"And if you are not interested..."
Thales took a step forward.
"You won't accept the employment of Prince Horace."
At that moment, Morris's eyes changed quickly!
"Not to mention that after he was defeated and died, he would still take root in Everstar City, lurking and making progress," Thales gently turned the medicine bottle in his hand and said slowly:
"Intentionally."
Silence enveloped the two people in the conversation.
Until Morris recovered from the shock, adjusted his cheeks, and exhaled:
"You just said, who?"
When the goal was achieved, Thales smiled indifferently and turned to put down the medicine bottle.
"Miss Yanni!"
The prince suddenly shouted loudly, breaking the barrier separating the two dialogues, causing the rest of the people in the drugstore to look at him:
"Have you decided yet?"
Jenny trembled when she was called her name.
She raised her head at a loss, and mechanically looked in the direction of Thales:
"What, what?"
Grove, the owner, looked sad, looked at his wife anxiously, and looked at Morris nervously.
Thales was not anxious or annoyed, but 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 cold in his eyes almost made the latter's legs weak:
"At least better than now."
Yan Ni stood there blankly and wiped her hands on her apron unconsciously.
Cohen frowned and wanted to speak, but after going back and forth, Glover had clearly grasped the knack for holding him.
Leyoke cast an inquiring look at Morris, but the fat man himself only deeply thought and did not react.
Only Grove shook his wife's arm with an expression of pain and pleading.
Jenny was in a daze for a long time, she turned her head blankly, her gaze scanned the pharmacy that had been there for more than ten years, and then the Grove, who was the boss and now her husband.
Then, she slowly turned her head and turned her eyes to the delicate and gentle noble boy.
Thales did not urge, he just waited quietly.
Finally, after more than a long time, 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 gently, and stood in front of Thales.
Thales smiled right.
Grove was hit immediately, his figure shook, and his face pale.
Morris frowned fiercely in disordered thoughts, Cohen's eyes widened in disbelief, Glover remained motionless and expressionless, Leyoke still leaned against the corner, watching with cold eyes.
Yanni cleared her throat and said seriously:
"This... Master, I am very, very grateful for your interest."
"But I figured it out clearly."
Thales raised his eyebrows.
I saw Yanni firmly said:
"Do not."
"I don't need the new life you gave me."
As soon as this remark came out, the whole drugstore was quiet.
Even Grove was surprised.
Thales frowned slightly:
"what?"
Yanni tried her best to squeeze a smile:
"I mean, life now is my best choice."
"the best choice?"
Thales groaned for a while, and slapped his chin at the trembling Grosven:
"it's him?"
Grove flicked again.
But Jenny looked back at her husband, and then said to Thales with certainty:
"Yes, he."
Thales was silent for a while.
He lowered his head and sneered:
"Tell me, your old husband, will Boss Grove beat you up?"
Yanni trembled slightly.
Morris snorted on the other side, Grove's face pale as if struck by lightning.
Thales raised his eyes, trying hard to look into Jenny's heart:
"Tell me, Miss Jenny, or Mrs. Grove, are you happy here?"
Yanni frowned, thinking about this question between pain and hesitation.
Perhaps the two bodyguards of the boy were too sturdy. Maybe it was the majesty of his aura that he revealed invisibly. Maybe Morris' presence was of great significance. At this moment, the whole pharmacy was silent, and everyone was waiting quietly.
Finally, after half a minute, Yan Ni's brows stretched out.
She slowly raised her head, stroked her hair, and showed a clear smile to Thales, oozing a few traces of the vicissitudes of life that shouldn't be at this age.
"I really appreciate you, young master."
"But you may not know."
Jenny looked at Thales seriously, and her words revealed rare relief and fatigue.
"I come from Likenan Town in the Western Famine. Ten years ago, my father and brothers were taken away by the war. My mother and I could only leave our homes and find a way to survive."
Thales' eyes darkened.
"Although Yongxing City is the most prosperous and prosperous capital in rumors, this big city is actually not that way, not that way. Outsiders are welcome."
Yanni took a deep breath and scanned the shop where she had stayed for a while.
"This street looks chaotic, savage, and unsafe, this shop looks shabby, old-fashioned, and dilapidated..."
"But this is the place where I am in the capital, most like home."
The place most like home.
Thales clenched his fist.
On the other side, Glover frowned tightly, Morris snorted lightly, while Lyok buried his face deeper in the shadows.
Yanni sighed and smiled bitterly:
"And Mr. Grove... I mean, my husband."
Yanni turned her head and glanced at Grove, her eyes were complicated, and the latter looked here anxiously:
"Yes, he is older than me, he is a little fat, a little impatient."
"He is usually a little stingy, caressing, poor patience, selfish and short-sighted, and snoring at night, his voice is loud."
Yanni took a deep breath and said with difficulty:
"Also, yes, if I pull him when he drinks too much, he will hit me."
Thales gave Grove a cold look, who was frightened at first, then showed a flattering and repentant look.
Cohen frowned, raised his index finger and was about to speak, but for the third time he was forced back by Glover with his fierce gaze and firm hands, "If you dare to penetrate the prince, I will kill you".
Yanni turned her head slowly and said softly:
"But he took me in, took care of me, gave me a job, and gave me a place to take medicine and treat my mother who had typhoid fever."
"Just when I was most desperate and desperate, and almost had to spare everything to find work on Red Square Street."
There was joy in Grove's eyes.
"He is not kind, let alone love."
Thales snorted coldly:
"Just for your beauty and youth."
Yanni trembled slightly and suddenly raised her head:
"Yes!"
Thales was taken aback.
I don’t know when to get up, Yan Ni’s eyes are already red, but she is aggrieved and excited:
"Of course I know! He thought I was pretty, he saw that I was young, hardworking and capable, so he..."
She burst into tears and raised her voice:
"But who is not!"
Yanni's sudden outburst shocked everyone.
The young woman took a breath and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"You are young, young master, with a good background and a life-free life. Maybe you don't know what it is like when a man is so hungry that he loses his mind. For a bite of bread, even a man can take off your skirt without caring."
Thales looked at her blankly.
"But I know."
Yanni clenched her fists on her apron.
"I know."
She looked back at Grove, a bleak smile in that look.
"Yes, my husband is full of faults and shortcomings, and in some places it is unbearable to dislike him-he is certainly not the ideal man in every girl's heart."
Grove gave his wife an ugly smile.
Yanni snorted, but her laughter was bitter and her voice low:
"But the reality is, is there any woman in the world whose husband is as good as the story?"
"Especially here."
Thales responded silently.
"Yes, I may still be a bit handsome and younger than him. That's why he who has wealth and career came to see me and asked me to work under him. Let me work voluntarily or involuntarily, half-push half-heartedly, and confused. Marry him."
Yanni sniffed and said sadly:
"But the appearance of men and women, isn't this the universally recognized truth of a happy marriage between men and women?"
The young woman turned her head in panic, and looked at the others in the drugstore: Cohen, Glover, Morris, Leyoke...
But no one responded to her question.
Under the heavy pressure, Yanni's emotions got out of control, she sobbed:
"Just like what is sung in "Isabel's Searching for Her Husband": Men only exchange merit and wealth for women's age and beauty, red makeup and tears are not seen, that can be extravagant love and affection-down to the people of Li people, up to the nobles , Who is not like this?"
"Who is not?"
Yanni rubbed her red nose, stroked her hair that had become dry and pale after being married, and sneered, indifferent and authentic:
"As long as a man has merit, fame and wealth, he can cover everything else, regardless of his faults and shortcomings."
"For girls, young and beautiful, virtuous and capable is the only value, who cares whether you are happy or not."
Thales felt the other party's emotions agitated and couldn't help feeling regretful:
"Jenny..."
But Yanni ignored his reminder.
"In the repertoire, Princess Isabel's criteria for choosing her husband are always only so few: fame, prestige, and talent. And there are only so few things she can use to attract candidates: beauty, virtuousness, ice and snow smart... this is The only match."
Jenny lost her mind:
"As for the specific husband she chose, is the handsome light knight Needham, the light and elegant elf Cahill, the world-famous General Ruhr, the mighty ruling prime minister Moral, and the infatuated Duke Medell. Is it really important that Jules, the noble-born prince of the Empire, the insidious and vicious Bachelor of Vita, or the evil and extreme black knight Uther?"
"I took off my skirt to get his bread."
Yanni's eyes were blank:
"This is the most recognized transaction and pairing."
Thales looked at her faintly, and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was no longer the familiar kind Jenny.
Six years later, the reserved and shy girl has experienced too much and seen too much in this neighborhood that eats people without spitting out bones.
He suddenly felt heavy.
He began to doubt his choice of coming to Xiacheng.
"It's like this medicine scale," Yan Ni smiled sadly, reached out her hand to remove a medicine scale, and moved its weight:
"Everyone only recognizes the left and the right, medicines and weights."
"The left and right cannot be confused, and the content cannot be changed."
Jenny stared at Grove, who was also stupefied.
"And my husband and I, we just follow the rules of the medicine scale."
On the other hand, Morris was caught off guard by this scene. He didn't listen carefully to other important things in his mind, but waved his hand impatiently: "The Grove, your family affairs..."
But Thales suddenly raised his hand and made a silent gesture to him!
Morriston choked.
I saw Thales sighed, tried his best to breathe softly, and said to Jenny:
"But, Jenny, I just want to..."
Yanni came back to her senses and sneered, completely forgetting the status and energy that the mysterious young man who was a brother and brother to Morris might possess.
"And what's the difference between you?"
"Whether it is forced or seduced, you use-it should be of a certain nobleman-status and power, wealth and achievement, put it on the medicine scale that everyone recognizes, in exchange for my body and appearance, obedience and service, Maybe there is still a glorious inheritance for your descendants, and then everyone will regard it as a good deal, as if this is a normal thing, as if it is the only fair deal in the world."
Thales' breathing suddenly got out of rhythm.
"Yes, you may be better than my husband, handsomer, richer, younger, even kinder, little master,"
"But even if you are the king..."
"For me, it's just taking off my skirt and changing bread."
Yanni shook her head indifferently, her tears were already thirsty, revealing the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes after all these years of hard work:
"The skirt is still made of cloth, and the bread is made of flour... When weighing, it is still the same medicine scale, nothing has changed."
Thales just felt his heart beat.
Nothing has changed.
"This is the sorrow of being a woman: throughout our lives, we must and can only work hard to weave and dye our own skirts, so as to be able to take off the skirts, in poor and not so bad bread-even if you think something The bread is super delicious, it's the king of bread-choose between."
Jenny 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 overjoyed at first, and then when he saw Thales's face, he felt bitter again.
"At least, I have lived with him for many years, I know him, I know how to deal with him."
"At least I know that I can be a lady proprietor of a drugstore here. It's a normal life, and there is no worries about life. No matter how things go, I won't be poor and destitute. I have to rely on coolies to wash and even sell myself to make a laugh."
"And it's better than hooking up with a powerful young master noble, spending a period of time, and then being abandoned in an unclear manner."
Thales was speechless and could only clenched his fists.
All his eloquent words were eclipsed by Yanni's despair at the moment when she talked to her heart.
"Because of the medicine scales in this world, I only allow me to exchange my skirt for bread. The partition is tight and cannot be crossed."
"So it's the same as any man, nothing more than a hunger."
Yanni shook her head in confusion and sneered sadly:
"There can never be a better choice, a better life."
Thales was silent, only Jenny's whimpering in the air.
Morris sighed softly, Leyoke's eyes were sharp, and Glover lowered his head in thought, even Cohn was sad.
"It's not your fault, Jenny." After a while, Thales adjusted himself and shook his head: "This medicine scale is too old to match you."
"But you really deserve better."
But Jenny was still unmoved, she stared at Thales warily, her stubbornness in her eyes never abated.
Thales looked at her now and thought of the past, with mixed feelings in his heart.
He grinned feebly, and burst into a fragile smile:
"Good girl Jenny."
Good girl Jenny.
At that moment, Jenny was stunned.
She stared at Thales' painless eyes blankly, stupefied for a long time.
Good girl Jenny.
This title...
A memory from a long time ago-when she was a girl-came suddenly.
[Take it, black-haired boy, this is typhoid medicine, remember, children can only use half of the dose...]
[Thank you, Coria will get better now, here, is the money enough? 】
[Oh, not enough, the price of the medicine has gone up... It doesn't matter, I will make up a little more, fill in the accounts, and hope that Mr. Grove will not find out. 】
[Don’t worry, don’t you say that there are a lot of rich people on Red Square Street, I went there to try my luck, maybe I can get the money back to you... If the boss beats you, I will smash his precious sign ! 】
[But that's the place of the Blood Bottle Gang...Okay, go away, otherwise he will really find out—hey wait, these are the leftover clothes, take it, it's very cold this winter...]
[Thanks, thank you, Sinti and they will be very happy. Then I'm leaving—hey, good girl Jenny! 】
[I said don’t call me that! What else do you have? 】
[Do you know that a good girl like you will be happy! 】
[Puff--there is so much stuff, you won’t be able to please! 】
[No, I’m serious, I will let everyone in Xiacheng know that there is a good girl Jenny! Good men will rush to marry you! 】
[Puff, hahahaha, okay, get out of here, glib kid! 】
"Trust me, a girl like you," Thales turned his head and said with emotion:
"Good men will rush to marry you."
Yanni stared at the boy in front of her in a daze.
Thales took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:
"But... I'm sorry, maybe they are nothing more than bread and skirts."
Yanni and the boy stood in the drugstore, facing each other silently.
Finally, after an unknown period of time, Yan Ni's eyes became tender.
"Maybe," Yan Ni smiled happily: "But I already understood it."
"That's good enough."
She whispered:
"The glib boy."
The glib 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 between the shelves:
"Then forget my proposal."
"Good girl."
Yanni stared at the back of Thales turning around.
The Grove behind her let out a big breath, and then was shocked by the assassin Lyok who stared at him coldly.
After this farce, Cohen lowered his head in thought, while Glover looked left and right warily, fearing that the Brotherhood would suddenly turn his face and deny people, and secondly fear that the guard would have a sense of justice.
Only Morris frowned and followed the prince into the shelf.
"What do you want to do?"
Hearing the voice behind him, Thales raised his head.
What do you want to do?
When Thales turned his head and met Morris again, he had returned to normal and became the natural and indifferent prince.
"As you can see, molesting women." The young man laughed.
But his heart was not so peaceful.
I only felt a breath of unevenness, rolling in my chest.
"No, I don't care which savoury wife you fell in love with, you want to flirt with her or simply use strong-I want to ask..."
Morris grunted and approached Thales, gritted his teeth:
"What do you want from us?"
"what would you like?"
"The heir of a dignified country, wouldn't he just use the Red Square Street and molested women as a pretense to persuade us to pay attention to the politics of the kingdom just for an encounter with Heijian in Exeter?"
Thales looked faintly.
What do I want?
"As I said, it's winter and it's snowing again," the prince raised his eyes, turning the resentment in his chest into a driving force for thinking:
"Get ready to keep out the cold."
Morris was puzzled:
"I do not understand--"
But Thales had a deep voice:
"Horace."
Morris paused.
"The former second prince, the sword of light, Horace Canxing."
The boy suddenly raised his head and looked at Morris coldly:
"In the Bloody Year, what does he want from you?"
Morris's eyes widened.
One second, two seconds, the fat man's eyes changed, and he fainted cold and sinister, decisive and fierce.
But Thales was unmoved, just silently met his gaze.
After a while, Morris between the shelves had a grim expression and lowered his voice:
"Then what you want is a bit too much."
It's too dangerous.
The fat man was cold in his heart.
Looking at Morris' expression, Thales had an answer in his mind.
"Then we don't worry, take our time," the young man was calm and confident:
"First of all, I want to know what you know."
Morris frowned:
"We know?"
Thales nodded, trying to forget the sense of loss of finding Jenny but failing to repay her favor:
"Although politics is everywhere and affects Wanfang."
"But I don't think everyone can be aware of it, especially in terms of the gap between Horace and you. I don't think and don't expect him to tell you all the plans."
"Especially the Scarlet Year."
Having said that, Thales focused his eyes on:
"So I just want to know how you met Horace."
"I want to know what Hei Jian has to do with him."
Morris' eyes twitched every time the prince said a word.
Until Thales’ voice became completely cold,
"And you, besides sneaking into the Fuxing Palace, performing administrative changes, and killing the crown prince...what did you do 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 only the sound of Jenny cleaning the shop outside and Cohen scolding Leyoke.
After a while, the fat man of the Brotherhood looked down on Thales like a falcon with a cold expression:
"I understand...Another Desire Star, through the actions of Secret Science, inquired about our details and energy..."
Thales frowned slightly.
Morris smiled slyly:
"Then what can you give us, Your Highness?"
Hearing this, Thales sneered:
"survive."
When Morris was stunned, Thales suddenly turned around.
"Jenny?"
The prince raised the volume and attracted everyone's attention again (Grove fell back on the counter in fright again).
"I need some typhoid medicine."
Yanni turned her head. Although she was still flushed right now, she was no longer in fear and pain.
The young woman smiled and spoke softly.
"Okay, young master, I will pack it for you, how much do you want..."
[Take it, black-haired boy, this is typhoid medicine...]
The memories of the past are slowly reappearing.
"All," Thales lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose, keeping his eyes out of sight:
"I want all the typhoid medicines in the store today."
Grove on the counter was taken aback.
All, need it?
He was surprised at first, then overjoyed, hurriedly opened the account book and began to calculate the numbers.
Cohen and Glover were equally startled.
Thales turned his head and returned to the conversation with Morris.
"Following your victories over the past decade or so, now the situation has changed again."
"The trouble you and the Blood Bottle Gang encountered is just the tip of the iceberg of Secret Science's next plan."
Morris, like a fierce and sensitive hound, asked urgently:
"What change? What plan?"
Thales curled his lips slightly:
"I."
"I'm back." He whispered.
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 capital?"
Thales' eyes lit up.
He nodded.
"Everyone said that under the Black Sword, the most effective player in the Brotherhood is the Cyncha, the most difficult one is Feisuo, the most mysterious is Lancer, the most domineering is Rhoda, and the most vicious is Anton. "
"But they missed it," the prince exclaimed sincerely:
"The one in charge of the accounts is Morris."
Morris gave an unkind smile.
"Yes."
Thales is no longer selling off the door, and speaks happily:
"Just like six years ago, I fell from the sky and changed the star politics--now, I'm back."
"The entire kingdom, offense and defense will change again."
Morris asked puzzledly:
"How to say? How to change the situation?"
Thales smiled slightly.
At that moment, he flashed Falkenhaus, Prime Minister Cullen, the young Duke of Iris, the Cycloste, and the vicissitudes of Northland Duke Val Allende...
The picture in front of him was finally frozen in the chamber, on the other side of the deep corridor, the supreme throne.
Thales' smile disappeared immediately.
"You don't need to know the details."
The prince put away his emotions and looked directly at Morris:
"You just need to know..."
"The Secret Branch of the Kingdom is directly under the highest throne. It has always been foresight and great plans, never doing useless work."
Thales thought of what he had seen and heard in Secret Division, and could not help frowning, and Morris also looked solemn.
"All of their actions are thinking about one thing, saying one thing, doing another thing, reporting one thing, hiding another thing, maybe still locked up another one in the safe... but they are definitely not for someone Or a certain gang just got off the hook, threatened and kidnapped, arrested and rectified, and caused so many miscellaneous things between the two gangs that affected the bottom of the kingdom, looking at nothing involved."
Morris listened carefully.
"According to my estimation, they are preparing for a big action," Thales said coldly:
"The encounter between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood is just a prelude to them. They are sharpening their swords."
Morris was puzzled:
"Us? Why, they want to engage in the'One Night War' again? Let us fight with the Red Turban again?"
"I don't know," Thales shook his head, thinking about the information he knew:
"But I guess, there may be three directions in which the secret department focuses."
Morris raised his eyebrows:
"Which three?"
But this time, Thales did not answer as quickly as before, but stared at Morris coldly.
As if waiting for something.
"What's wrong," Morris urged puzzledly. "Say it?"
Thales stared at him silently, and suddenly smiled: "Yes."
He stared into Morris' small eyes:
"talk?"
Morris was stunned for a moment, but he was the boss of a turf for a long time, he quickly understood and looked back at Thales gloomily.
"Your choice," Thales shrugged, calmly like the oldest businessman:
"Anyway, they are not in my business, nor are they tied to my people."
Morris glared at him, seemingly unbelievable.
Thales blinked, friendly and well-behaved.
After a while, Morris let out a sigh of relief and snorted uncomfortably.
"One mission."
Thales frowned: "What?"
Morris raised his head, looking at the muddy and messy street outside the window, and said quietly:
"The answer you want comes from one of our missions."
"A long time ago, when our ‘Big Nine’ was established not long ago, we undertook a task with a huge reward."
Thales asked:
"What task?"
Morris snorted, clasped his arms, nostalgia in his eyes:
"Find someone."
Thales was very puzzled and urged him to continue with his eyes.
Morris shook his head with a tut, and seemed to be a mercenary who was once stingy and open to money.
"The bounty is incognito but generous, as long as they are willing to participate, there is a 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. In order to get the reward, we have to compete with countless peers along the way. Many of them are famous mercenary teams, bounty hunters, and even private soldiers of the nobles. It's - but who told us that we were young at that time and don't care about anything, Lech saw the money open, Kils was arrogant, Kuhl only had meat to eat, even the black sword, at that time was no better than that stupid police officer How many."
Morris was fascinated, shook his head and sighed:
"Of course, the biggest trouble is not the other..."
He dismissed the tuts at first, then smiled in disarray, as if turning over the most interesting story.
"In short, from the Central Leadership to the Western Desolation, from the Great Desert to the Dragon Kiss Land, from the Three Kingdoms of the Mist to the South Bank Leader, we almost ran all over the small western continent, chasing all the way, fighting all the way, killing all the way, doing all the way to being killed. All in all, it's a joke."
"If you arrange your encounters into bardics, you can sing in'My Tavern' for twenty years."
Thales listened to his energetic narration, his thoughts floated back to the former camp of Bladeya, thinking of the "golden age of mercenaries" described by his boss Tampa, he couldn't help but gradually lost his mind.
"And when the task was hard to complete and we went back to receive the reward, we discovered that it was not an ordinary task."
Thales' eyes moved:
"You mean..."
Morris sighed:
"To match its sky-high rewards, we were asked to return to the barracks in Broken Dragon Fortress."
"Because of the reward for this task, his status is indescribable."
Thales' eyes moved.
Barracks...
Expensive...
Morris looked at the street outside the window, and his words were mixed with wonderful feelings of jealousy, disdain, regret and so on.
"Yes."
"That was the first time we saw Prince Horace."
Morris said in disdain and resentment:
"Just as the raised his wine glass and generously handed us boxes of bounties..."
"When I don't care about the order and kill us all."
Thales was shocked.
Horace...
He suddenly remembered the nickname the Northlander gave him.
Star Butcher.
"Quiet? Then," Thales frowned: "Then what do you guys..."
"Black sword," Morris sighed.
"He and Horace are old acquaintances—especially when he puts the sword on the prince's neck, their relationship is even better."
Thales chewed on this dusty old thing silently.
So, this is the encounter between the Big Nine and Horace.
Ups and downs, thrilling.
Thales suddenly remembered something:
"Then, mission."
"What task did you take from Horace?"
Morris' eyes trembled slightly.
At that moment, he emerged from dignity and fear, and a smile appeared on his face again:
"That journey was also the first time we met her."
"She?" Thales moved in his heart.
Morris nodded:
"An aristocratic lady was kidnapped, and her fame is involved. We have to save her in a low-key secret and bring her back intact."
Morris patted his arm and grinned:
"But well, we found out later that there was a kidnapping who was paralyzed!"
He hummed helplessly:
"In order to escape the marriage, from pretending to be a prostitute to drilling the toilet, that girl can do everything-she is our biggest trouble!"
"Escape?" Thales thought of something.
"Yes."
Morris exhaled and looked into the distance with a smile:
"The beautiful and sexy, intelligent but domineering Princess Constance-nicknamed'Little Scourge.'"
His tone was soft, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.
Constance.
Little Scourge...
A small urn suddenly appeared in front of Thales' eyes.
At that moment, his mood fluctuated.
"But you know, we got along for so long day and night, we ‘Big Nine’ gave her another nickname."
At that moment, nostalgia and sentiment appeared in Morris' eyes:
"The tenth giant."
I am more, you are free. (Really, a drop is lost...)
(End of this chapter)