Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 110: My house (below)

Thyls frowned, his face ugly: "Girl?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Tampa looked at him up and down, shook his shoulders, and looked at him suddenly: "Looking at you so delicate, sitting tightly and tightly closed your legs, if you don't speak, you really think you It's a girl."

With mixed feelings, Thales smiled hard.

"He's a newcomer," Quickrope coughed red, and then gasped: "We just rescued him from the desert...Please, be gentle with him."

Tampa stared closely at Thales, making him quite disturbed.

A few seconds later, Tampa's eyebrows eased:

He bent down again.

"Come on!"

"Since it’s the fastline girl...I mean, since he introduced it..." As Tampa got up, a frothy beer was thrown in front of Thales, the tavernkeeper’s voice Heroic and happy: "The first glass, the authentic old Western Wilderness beer, free reception!"

Talston was flattered when he was mistakenly identified as a girl a moment ago.

"Thank you!"

The face of the fast rope is so easy to use.

The prince politely pulled the wine glass, looked at the fast rope with a satisfied smile, and wondered what wine it was.

"I knew that so many people suddenly came to Bladeya camp... there would be no good," Tampa lay on the bar, pouring a second glass of wine on the fast rope: "Gray bastard, right? ? So this is another desert war?"

Quickline's face drooped.

"No."

"Dean said no."

He poured a second glass of wine with a stiff expression. This time, Quickline did not cough.

"Really."

Tampa filled 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..."

The wine glass of the fast rope was raised halfway and stopped in the air.

The young mercenary shook slightly.

"Actually, Tampa," Fastrope pulled the wine glass from his lips and swallowed hard: "Yes."

Tampa frowned.

"Yes!"

The fast rope shook violently as if it had been stabbed by a needle.

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

He jumped up from his seat abruptly, and hurriedly pulled out a shabby notebook from his pocket.

"He saved, he saved, he promised to keep the money with you, this is... this is his relic, his bookkeeping, he hides the money in the flowerpot in the room..." Under Thales and Tampa's gaze, the tone of the fast rope seemed a little rush, with a slight tremor.

"He has... he has 21 Mindis, 18 Midiels, plus thirteen Northern Solon and ten Kahn, nine Anrenzo’s Keller, four I don’t know what the denominations of the Comus Southeastern Universal Voucher, seven Levoir independent coins, five hammer coins from the City of Steel, so many countless three annoying small squares of the Lost Seas... and two Tapesos ."

Quickline turned to the last page in a panic, reading a mess of words on the paper.

"Right, just...in that morning, before he died."

Quickline's voice became quieter, and he stared at the small ledger blankly.

Thyls also looked at him blankly, thinking of the tough guy from the north carrying a big sword.

But.

"No, fast rope."

"I don't remember him being here," Tampa frowned, looking at this crumpled little book, not much better than rubbish, "and his signature is not in my record..."

Quickline turned pale.

"Tampa," he gritted his teeth, seeming to know his words were not convincing, but he was still trying his best to argue, turning that page to Tampa again: "He does exist here, I I can go and get the money to you, see, it says, twenty-one Mindis..."

"Stop, I don't want to be annoyed by your comus accent," Tampa said coldly: "Or be stupid by your arithmetic skills."

"So strictly speaking," Fast Rope didn't hear him, and shook his head desperately:

"He saved, Tampa, Kanze saved!"

Tampa stared at him coldly.

"And Kanze didn't come back," Quickline's expression dimmed, and the volume became much lower:

"So, according to the rules, he should get his share..."

"Impossible," the tavernkeeper shook his head unceremoniously: "The money is with you, not with me-look at my ledger, there is no record of him, it doesn't count."

Thyls watched the argument in silence.

"That counts!"

Quick rope said anxiously: "It's just...but I didn't have time to give it to you. He was very unhappy at first, but he still hesitated to decide...He is with me...I intend to come back..." /

"Tampa, please!"

"Rules are rules," Tampa shook his head coldly: "No."

"I promised him."

Quickline's argument was almost desperate, and he slammed the notebook weakly: "I promised!"

"Then maybe..." Tampa interrupted him roughly, "You should pay the money?"

"Remember—ten times!"

He said viciously, then turned and left.

Quickrope stared blankly at the back of the tavernkeeper, the little notebook in his hand hanging weakly.

Tyles sighed and patted the quickline on the shoulder.

"Quick rope..."

The noise of the pub seems to have returned to this small corner.

Quickline sat down in silence, and put Kanze's notebook back in his pocket.

The young mercenary stared at his glass.

A few seconds later, he suddenly smiled.

"You know, Huaiya."

"Kanze, he is the first one," the fast rope trembling his shoulders, raised his glass and drank it: "The person I told you to save money is my first successful business."

Thyls moved slightly.

"Kanze came from the north and made his home in Xingchen. He has two children, a man and a woman, and a wife who is sick all the year round..." Quickline put down his glass and said blankly: "They live in the ruins. , The old hammer brought him here, I was thinking...how the old hammer would tell his wife and children."

Quickline leaned out, picked up the wine bottle from the bar, and poured himself another glass.

"You know."

"He gave me the address where he saved the money, and left the account book to me," Kuaisheng gritted his teeth bitterly: "But I..."

"Quick rope," Thales sighed softly: "He has gone. It is not your fault, and you can't do anything."

Quickline's shoulders trembled fiercely.

"Nothing can be done..."

He continued to pour the wine, smiling again on the way.

"You know, it's a long, long time, it's like a lifetime ago...there was a ship..."

Quickline looked at the wine bottle blankly, with a solid smile: "There is a young sailor on board who has been determined to go to sea since he was a child, and is looking forward to one day sailing to the end of the sunset."

"His first voyage, he went to the most legendary place to end the sea: the end of the sea eye."

Thyls frowned.

"Damn place, a curse land that even the Muhai Girl does not bless."

"The compass fails, the sails are torn, the pirates follow, the fog is everywhere, the dark clouds obscure the sky, the seabirds are nowhere to be seen, in the boundless darkness and endless wandering, even the eternal stars have changed their appearance, giant The waves, whirlpools and reefs are endless, and there are even under the terrifying sea..."

The voice of the fast rope became bleak and hoarse.

"The captain, first mate, second mate, observer, sailsman, helmsman, battle captain, sailor, and the kind Uncle Bill...Almost all of them are dead."

"Everyone."

He shivered and continued to pour the wine.

Thyls resisted the desire to look up at him, but only reached out and lifted the bottle mouth from the overflowing glass.

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

"As the only person left on the ship, the young sailor hugged the last plank and floated and sank dizzyly, listening to the constant sound of the waves, watching the day and night around him, thirsty and hungry. , Cold and frightened, he doesn't know where he will drift, what is his fate, and all around him are the swollen and white bodies of his companions, and the bitterly cold sea..."

"He is also like this... can't do anything..."

Thyls couldn't stand it anymore, he held down the opponent's glass: "Quick rope..."

Quickline's voice trembled, but stubbornly took his wine glass: "The young sailor survived--but he can't go out to sea anymore..."

"Because whenever and wherever he closes his eyes, he can see the broken planks and the corpses of his companions, hold his ears to hear the roar of turbulent waves and heavy rain, and twitch his nose to smell the sea. Fishy and bloody..."

Quick rope tremblingly picked up the wine glass and drank the alcohol and tears.

"From then on, he was afraid of ships, oceans, lakes, and even all places in the world with water..."

"So he came to the desert."

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

Boom!

The fast rope smashed the cup on the bar.

"Damn..."

He wiped his face painfully and turned his head away from Thales.

"When a person is dead, there is nothing left, Huaia, there is no trace at all," the voice of the fast rope became hoarse and hoarse: "You disappear from this world, no more thoughts, no feelings, Without consciousness, nothing can be left, nothing is meaningful, and you don’t know anything anymore."

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

Thyls listened in silence.

"Then what is the meaning of our lives?"

Quick rope hoarsely said: "Suffering and suffering, and then waiting to be beaten to death by fate, and then disappear without a trace, as if you have never been in this world?"

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

Quickline stretched out his hand, but grabbed an empty bottle where it should be.

At this moment.

Boom!

A thick black-skinned notebook hit the bar.

Tyles and Fastrope looked up suspiciously.

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

"Look at what customer you are looking for."

"What I want are those who are strong and powerful, but are often in unstable situations. They seem to be unexpectedly many, but in fact they can come back safely..."

Quick Rope was taken aback for a moment, and his scattered eyes didn't gather for a long time.

"This way I can make money, you know? And the first customer you found lost money... I really regret that I took you this way. I really thought that'Dante's Great Sword' would be a good market. , I died so soon..."

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

Hearing the familiar name, the fast rope gritted his teeth and retorted unconvincedly:

"We are!"

"There are strong muscles like Kanze and Harken, powerful guides like McGee, sharpshooters and sentries like Panga and Breeze, experienced old hammers, and the best captain of the nymphomaniac," The fast rope held the empty wine glass painfully:

"And the smartest Dean!"

"We..." His tone dimmed: "We should be the kind of'looks a lot of surprises', but we can definitely come back safely."

His voice has become quieter, and his tail has a faint, fuzzy sound.

"It should be."

The tavernkeeper stared at the fast rope.

One second later, he slapped a slap in the face and slapped a pen on the black leather notebook--Boom!

"Here, write his name in the ledger—the Kanze."

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

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

Thyls looked at Tampa unexpectedly: He understood what the other person meant.

Quick rope froze.

His drunkenness seems to be dispelled a bit.

"Boss..."

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

Quickrope's breathing became fast.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The quick rope figured it out excitedly drew Kanze's notebook from his pocket: "Tampa, boss, boss... I will help Kanze's wives and children..."

"Shut up!"

Tampa clapped the book impatiently, and the wine bottle paused and paused on the bar: "Quick! Write the name! Fuck...you drank half of my good wine!"

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

He took the pen hurriedly: "So I write it down here? Uh, Kanze, is it K or C, or other letters?"

"The ghost knows!"

Tampa raised his arms and said in an angry manner: "Anyway, it's another bad debt-you dare to try this bottle of wine again!"

The fast rope who was about to have another drink was taken aback. Looking at the book, he shook his head and drunk, and immediately turned to his helper.

"Huaiya, do you know how to write? Dean said you are a person with status in the Northland, and you may understand..."

Thyls raised his eyebrows, took the pen and the account book: "Give it to me, I will try to spell... Kan——Ze——"

Wai Ya, who found the savior, was grateful, and raised Kanze’s notebook: "I have to give it to you..."

Quickline's smile didn't disappear, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the wrinkled face of the tavernkeeper.

"If you dare to count one more copper, fast rope, even the least valuable Northland Kahn copper coin..." Tampa leaned forward, spread his teeth, and revealed a grinning smile: "Fraud...you Miss the prison of bones?"

Quick rope shivered, and turned around holding his pants: "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 away, Tampa sipped fiercely: "I only cry at the wine bottle. It's really nothing."

Thyls didn't speak, he just smiled, bowed his head and began to write.

"C."

Thyls raised his head questioningly: "What?"

"Kanze's name," I saw the tavern owner pressing the wine bottle and whispering without raising his head: "It starts with C."

"I introduced him to Old Hammer when he first came to the Yaga camp."

Thyls's pen nib stopped.

"Write it nicely. The name is very important, especially in this book," Tampa faintly rubbed the bottle in his hand, his eyes motionless: "Because even if you write it wrong..."

"He won't know anymore."

The boss's words are slightly stiff.

Thyls lowered his head.

According to the previous format, he neatly wrote Kanze's name on the latest page of the ledger. After finishing writing, he turned a few pages forward and compared the format to ensure that he did not write it wrong.

But his hand stopped on one of the pages.

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

One second later, the prince looked up from the ledger in amazement and called out a name:

"Cohen Karabyan?"

Tampa was startled.

"What's wrong?"

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

"That said, Cohen used to deposit money with you... September 14, 671, the deposit..."

Tampa frowned.

Reading the words on the ledger, Thales' eyes widened: "A total of two hundred and fifty Tormond coins?"

Two hundred and fifty... gold coins?

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

"Big Dogs."

A few seconds later, Tampa took his strange gaze back from him.

In the crowded tavern, Tampa waved his hand and asked a buddy to greet a group of new guests.

Tampa took back the ledger, glanced at the face on it, and then looked at Thales thoughtfully.

"Do you know him?"

"Of course."

Thinking of the past in the Palace of Valor, and thinking about the current situation, Thales couldn't help but sighed: "We are... friends, we used to stand together and fight together."

"Stand together and fight together?"

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

"Um," Thales was a little embarrassed, "To be precise, I was standing and he was fighting."

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

"Very good! He is also my friend, haha, Cohen, that skinny, thief, shrewd and snob..."

Huh?

Skinny, small, thief, shrewd and snob?

Thyls froze for a moment.

"What?"

But Tampa didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. The more he talked about it, the scars on his neck surged: "...the courage to start a fight is the least, and I like to lift a girl's skirt!"

The most courageous... lift the girl's skirt...

Tyles' face is getting more and more weird.

"Um, maybe we are 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 appeared suspicious: "Which Cohen are you talking about?"

Thyls scratched his head and smiled.

"Cohen... Uh, a young man who ran away from home. He is very tall, almost six and a half feet tall, very strong, muscular, and blond," Thales tried to describe the tall and tall man in his impression. Looking at the boss hopefully: "Good at using swords, agile, like to bully people by the body when fighting, and talk a little... how to say..."

Thyls thought for a long time before raising his head, embarrassed:

"...stupid?"

Tampa's face wrinkled again after hearing these descriptions.

"Sounds like an annoying idiot."

Thyls sighed.

Okay.

It seems...it was a mistake.

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

Tampa thoughtfully.

"Well, we said," the barkeeper spread his hands: "Maybe it's not the same Cohen."

"Oh," Thales grabbed the glass and smiled unnaturally: "That's it—sorry, I confessed the wrong person."

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

Boom!

Thyls looked at Tampa with his palm firmly pressed on his glass: "What?"

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

"Trust me, you don't want to drink this glass of wine."

Under Thales' suspicion, Tampa spilled the wine in the glass.

"There was some horse urine, and a few mouthfuls of my aging phlegm," Tampa nonchalantly tossed the "supplemented" wine glass aside: "Maybe there is something drowsy. , The taste is wonderful and the connotation is deep."

Tyles was stunned firmly.

Horse urine...

Old phlegm...

He stared at the boss, then looked at the glass on the ground, remembering the foam in the glass of wine before, and the one that almost drank it...

Forcibly resisting the abdominal discomfort, Thales raised his head angrily: "What!"

Tampa grinned, but his fierce appearance made his smile look ugly.

"Although you seem to have just arrived at the Bladeya camp, you don’t know anything about the "White Pig"."

The tavernkeeper 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 out or take you all... Or, you know, There are more nobles in the camp recently, and beautiful boys are popular among them."

"Obviously~IndoMTL.com~Quickline is not a good bodyguard."

Thyls was dumbfounded, then looked at Tampa indignantly:

"You..."

The boss smiled and glanced at the prince squintly: "Some nasty places are used to giving some color to the newcomers... It is both a test and a lesson. If it is a'white pig', it will be sold. Money."

Tyles looked at the wine glass and protested in disgust: "White pig...what's up?"

Tampa knocked on the ledger and squinted: "Remember, kid,"

"This is called "Lesson One"."

"Cohen didn't teach you?"

Thyls supported the bar in disbelief.

The world deceived me injustice.

And I can only show grief and anger.

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

Tampa laughed.

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

Thyls frowned: "Cohen."

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

Tampa smiled:

"Cohen Silly Big Karabyyan."

Silence.

Thyls is still irritated. He looks at each other with an unhappy expression and sarcastically said: "Oh, thank you, this is the first time I know his'middle name'."

Tampa took out another bottle of wine and a new glass, and filled him up without mind.

"No thanks," the tavern owner hummed a little tune, launched his new wine glass, and entertained new guests: "Authentic Xihuang old beer..."

The corner of his mouth was bent, showing a few teeth, and he smiled slyly:

"Drink with confidence, no additional ingredients."

(End of this chapter)