Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 209: Find a girlfriend

Under the sun, Thales looked at the smiling Moral in a daze.

Thinking about his amazing words.

A few seconds later, the Star Prince exhaled and smiled.

"When did you learn to flatter?"

"Fuck up?"

Moral hummed softly, his eyes filled with nostalgia:

"Six years ago."

Moral looked towards the sky, feeling slightly:

"When I was beaten by several alley gangsters in Waril State, I was dying, crawling to the side of the road trembling and begging for food."

"I learned it."

Tyles' smile fell away.

Really.

He looked at Moral, who had a distorted description and was covered with scars, but still smiling.

Imagine the other person's past.

So, in the past six years, when I was in the Palace of Valor, when I watched Lisban and the meteorites...

This guy...

Thyls suddenly remembered what the other party said:

[Laugh, Thales, because life is heavy enough...]

[You have to laugh to make it lighter. 】

Thinking of this, Thales' eyes looked different at Moral.

He took a deep breath and tried to make the goodbye tone sound a little easier:

"Then why, your business that pulls people to save money always fails to sell?"

Moral's complexion suddenly froze.

Tyles looked at him with a smile.

Moral lowered his head and scratched his hair, which was covered with dust and grit, which seemed to have faded.

After a few seconds, his cheeks came loose.

"Well, as a parting sincere..."

Moral raised his head again, releasing a rare relief:

"Twenty-nine."

Thyls didn’t understand:

"What?"

I saw Moral smile, and there was something more in Thales’ eyes:

"In the past two months, I have helped Tampala to bring twenty-nine customers who have saved money for pre-risk insurance."

What?

Thyls froze for a second.

"Twenty-nine?"

The prince reacted immediately and said in amazement:

"But, I remember Kanze, he is you..."

Moral accepted his words with a chuckle:

"The first business that I was so pitiful, so hard to ask for?"

Thyls nodded suspiciously.

Looking at Thales in doubt, Moral shrugged.

"Yes, but..."

The man nicknamed the fast rope shows a little shrewdness:

"Every one of them thought so when they came to see me in private."

Thyls was startled.

You think so?

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

Moral sighed, and glanced at the young man with compassion and helplessness:

"Yes, because you were originally the 30th business."

"A compassionate little nobleman with a small amount of money, whether'eaten raw' or'peeled','exported' or'self-sale', is enough to make up for the loss of Kanze."

Thyls stared at the young man before him blankly.

What did he say?

The thirtieth business...

Eat raw, peeled...

Export, self-sale...

Moral reacted and looked away apologetically, scratching his chin:

"Sorry, the terminology."

"But Tampa said that you are a friend of his old acquaintance, and your identity is obviously unusual, so we let you go and want to observe and observe, and there is no trick to play-whether it is a drug or a deception, or other. "

Thyls was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the "first lesson" of the tavern owner Tampa, and his "old beer in the west."

In line...

The trick...

Drugs, tricks...

Wait.

This guy...

As he slowly figured it out, Thales looked at Moral with more and more wrong eyes.

So, when the fast rope knocks Dean down and needs to destroy the body, Tampa is the first person to look for.

Because...

Because they are always together...

The kidnapping...

Gang?

Tyles' face was suddenly ugly.

He looked at Moral with an innocent look in disbelief:

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

Moral coughed:

"Captain Luisa, remember?"

Thyls was stunned again, and immediately thought of the leading female soldier in the mercenary team.

Luisa Dante.

I saw Moral smile awkwardly:

"According to the rules, the sword dealer picks up the'white pig' in the desert. If it is'eaten raw' and'exported'-for example to the blood bottle gang or the white prison, then Louisa can divide the money from Tampa Twenty percent."

What?

Thyls froze again.

I found it.

White pig.

Share profit?

"If it is to cooperate with Tampa acting, "skin" and "self-sell" in the camp, it will be two and a half."

"Even sold directly to McGee's Desolate Tribe-they have a way to the west, but it's more complicated, and my level is not enough."

Moral touched his ears, rubbing his hands up and down like nowhere else, seeming a little embarrassed:

"On very rare occasions, we will absorb you... as one of us."

Tyles' cheeks were frozen in place, just mechanically maintaining a twitching smile.

Molar reluctantly pointed to the bladeya camp in the distance:

"It's just that Big Dean has insisted that if you don't'realize' you right away, you will have to wait until you enter the camp to make plans."

"Of course, we now know why."

Monetize.

Thyls looked at Moral blankly.

One second.

Two seconds.

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

But from this moment, Thales no longer saw simplicity and clumsiness in the eyes of the opponent.

But cunning and treacherous.

"I told you, no matter the desert or the camp of the blade tooth..."

Moral stared at Thales’s expression, tried to put on a helpless look, smiled awkwardly:

"They are all dangerous."

Thyls found that he was speechless.

He can only stay where he is.

Thinking is in confusion.

So...

Luisa Dante, the captain of the mercenary girl who has a hearty smile and does not flinch from facing the orcs, who looks both sunny and responsible.

And the seemingly innocent and funny in front of me, I have always thought of it as a newcomer "responsible for telling jokes" fast rope.

There is also Dante's great sword that rescued him.

Routine.

Quan Te is a routine.

At that moment, Thales just felt lost.

From the lead baron.

The mercenaries in the bottom.

Speaking of which, the Yaga camp is really...

The folkway is simple.

Tyles twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking complicatedly.

But the haze didn't haunt the prince for long.

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

"Hahaha—"

Faced with the uncertain Moral, Thales, who laughed again and again, suddenly realized that when he went through everything, and then came back to discover the details of these odd episodes, what occupied his mind was no longer the unrestrained feeling he used to be. With anger.

It was a long-lost relief.

And open-minded.

"Hahahaha—"

It's like the twists and turns of the past six years have disappeared with these long laughs.

Not heavy.

It turns out...

This is me.

"Hahaha—"

Tyles' laughter gradually turned into a big laugh, and Moral was startled to gradually change color, almost thinking he was crazy.

Finally, after a few seconds, Thales stopped laughing and looked back at Moral with a strange face:

"So, the experience of Camus is still helpful to you, right?"

Molar's face darkened.

"Ah."

The other prince nodded, his eyes obscure:

"It helps a lot."

"At least, I am getting closer and closer to the money for renting the first ship."

Moral raised his gaze, dispelling the gloom, and replaced it with the optimism and joy that Thales was familiar with:

"And I'm pretty sure that neither my father nor my brother can do this—at least, not without a title."

He squinted his eyes, pointed at Thales, and showed a sly smile:

"You too."

Thyls looked at him and laughed again.

This time, Moral laughed with him.

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

"Do you know what, Moral Walton."

The abrupt full name-and real name-made the laughing man in front of him a little stiff, and he stopped to listen to Thales' next sentence:

"You are probably the most special and perhaps the most magical prince in Exter's history."

Moral bowed his head in silence.

Thyls stared at him closely.

"Wrong."

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

"My name..."

"It's called ‘Quick Rope’."

"It's a sailor...and a sword dealer."

Quick rope.

Thyls was silent.

He looked at the contented and happy fast rope, and suddenly an inexplicable void appeared in his heart.

Moral Walton, he is fast rope.

That...

What about him?

Tyles Star.

Who is he?

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

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

The next second, the fast rope subconsciously caught what Thales threw!

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

"What is this?"

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

"Your thirtieth business."

Thirtieth stroke......

Quick Rope froze for a few seconds, and asked incredulously:

"You, are you sure?"

"You know this..."

Tels hummed and nodded.

"This thing was originally from 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.

Quick Rope sighed, but moved quickly and without hesitation to carry the crossbow:

"As a disaster...what, you are so generous."

Generous.

Thyls chuckled:

"Yes."

Anyway, it's not me who is generous.

Quickrope snorted, as if he knew what he was thinking.

"Don't be proud."

The Star Prince looked at the fast rope, as if he was going to look at this unqualified "comrade" encountered in the desert from beginning to end, and sighed:

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

Quickline put a smile away and looked back at him quietly.

A lot of losses...

Really.

"Then..."

I saw the fast rope lightly said:

"Don't die."

Don't die.

The two stood still, silent for a while.

A few seconds later, Thales whispered:

"Good."

For some reason, Thales suddenly felt:

This is the final parting.

The star prince exhaled.

"And you, don't forget, the darkroom wants you, and Rumba wants your life."

Thyls looked at the fast rope seriously:

"Don't get caught."

This time, Quickline was silent for a while.

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

"Good."

The breeze is blowing.

"So, are we okay?" Thales asked lightly.

Quickline looked at him deeply and nodded:

"Yes."

But just when Thales and the fast rope are relatively speechless, and the sentimental parting atmosphere is overflowing...

"Boom!"

An arm suddenly caught the fast rope from behind!

"Don't bother your highness, our road is still long..."

I saw Tardin of the Royal Guard appeared out of nowhere. Under Thales’ stunned and struggling with the fast rope, his attitude was tough and he pulled the fast rope away without any explanation!

"Don't worry about your highness, we will take good care of him!"

Taldin gritted his teeth and dragged the fast rope, as if there was a deep hatred.

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

"Ahhh—that, Thales..."

The ignorant Star Prince can only nod his head subconsciously:

"Oh, that's good..."

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

"Also, that, my lord..."

With a hint of hesitation and hesitation, Tardin hesitated to speak.

Thyls raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

But Taldin looked at the fast rope suspiciously, then at Thales nervously, and finally hesitated, and said seriously and honestly:

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

"My girlfriend."

Huh?

Thyls was startled.

Taldin winked embarrassedly:

"You know...female."

Thyls blinked, confused.

But before he had time to answer, Taldin reluctantly grabbed the fast rope over his shoulder, trot all the way, and rushed towards the royal guard!

"Good nephew Huaiya, right? We haven't seen each other for so long—come, let me see!"

"Ah, ah, you are my uncle, uncle? Right? No, no, no-uncle!"

Besides the distant back, Tardin's anger and fast-rope wailing one after another, looked at Thales in a daze.

The prince who understood something let out a laugh.

Suddenly he discovered that the royal guards who were walking away were divided into two sides:

On one side, Barney Jr., Belletti and others, watched Tardin and the fast rope running towards them with an unhappy expression.

On the other side, Thaker's back is floating alone in the sand, walking away in the morning light, never looking back.

It's like two lines starting from a vertex, gradually moving away in different directions.

No more intersections.

This made Thales think deeply.

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

That guy...

"Shoo!"

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

"Alert!"

The cavalry in the distance immediately started to move, all mounted on their horses and opened their mobile formations.

Thyls couldn't help but get nervous.

Legendary Wings frowned.

Until a hereditary knight rushing from a distance said:

"Alert revoke!"

"Friends!"

The tense cavalry was then taken off guard~IndoMTL.com~ and returned to normal.

But soon, in the direction of the sharp noise, two fast horses rushed from far to near.

Thyls looked at the two fast horses suspiciously: the two men on the horse marched lightly, not looking like soldiers.

But in the next second, the voice from the horse changed his expression:

"This is the secret branch of the Kingdom!"

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

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

"All the suspects and targets present..."

"Never leave!"