Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 95: Dante’s Great Sword

Sword seller?

Tyles' brain is in chaos, wrapped in a blanket, and he just regained some energy, feeling like he has just been picked up from ice water.

Sword seller...

What is that?

He looked at the fast rope triumphantly.

At this moment, a loud and powerful female voice came from behind Thales: "Mercenary."

"We are mercenaries-as for the "Sellsword", that is what some people call us. It may be intuitive and vivid, simple and easy to understand, but except for newbies, we generally don't call ourselves that. Just like businessmen don’t call themselves “money-seeking”, apprentices don’t call themselves “cooking”, women who can’t find a man and men who can’t find a woman don’t claim to be “no one wants”. "

The rookie who just entered the industry-the happy fast rope instantly drooped and made a face at Thales.

Thyls couldn’t help but notice that although the other party was speaking in lingua franca, his pronunciation was difficult and his pronunciation was high. Many of his accents and accents were very different from the lingua franca he was familiar with. I'm sorry.

He turned his head.

Three lightly armed warriors with veiled heads and swift movements were stepping on the gravel under their feet, and dusty appeared in his field of vision. When others saw them, they evaded.

They walked into the campfire, and one by one they took off the masks and headscarves that covered the sand:

A young man with a darker complexion, his entire face painted with black lines of unknown meaning, and two crossed scimitars on his back, one hilt was exposed from his left and right shoulders, looking at Thales’s His eyes were always full of vigilance; an elderly soldier with gray hair put down a scary warhammer with a hammer and spikes, and looked comfortably at the warm campfire among his beards.

In the end, it was the master of the loud female voice.

She is a female warrior with chestnut hair of medium stature, with straight features and simple features but a little weathered, her back with a bow and arrow is straight, her bandaged arm is always pressed against the sword at her waist.

The three of them walked into this small camp together, and each found a comfortable position by the bonfire and sat down, so that the senior warrior of the hammer happily touched the hair of the fast rope, making the latter dissatisfied protest.

"By the way, this is Louisa Dante."

The female warrior who opened her mouth—Loisa put down her longbow, undid the saber around her waist, and grinned softly at the weak Thales: "It's nice to see you awake, boy, you are lucky— Not every single trapped person can survive in the desert."

Her smile is bright and gentle, which makes people feel good.

Thyls was taken aback for a moment, then gave her a grateful smile.

The mercenary.

He has heard of these people, and in fact he has encountered similar subjects-six years ago, when he first arrived in Mindis Hall, there was a small group of people who were instructed (or deceived) by the Duke of Iris. He came to test the royal family's property that was visited by the king late at night, but Qi Qi died.

But nothing more.

Many people in the messy Xiacheng District of Wing Star City are willing to sell unusual labor in uncommon and often illegal forms for a few silver coins: debt collectors, prostitutes, pickpockets, killers, liars, bounties Hunters, as long as it does not affect the protection fee, it will not cause trouble. The Black Street Brothers often turn a blind eye to their private work. Even the sixth house where Thales is located has also taken the street for a few copper coins. Booing work.

But inside the high walls of the towering royal capital, Thales has never seen the extreme of this line-those who sell violence purely for money, full-time mercenaries who only appear in bardics and rumors.

It is said that they generally only travel in the wilderness far away from Wang Fa, the unstable border land, or the war country where the flames are full of war, looking for employers, and pointing their swords to those who have no grievances. The object, then take away the reward with blood from the powerful.

In Longxiao City, where the people are sturdy and martial, there are even fewer mercenaries: where almost all mature men have served in the military and are proud of killing enemies and fighting, even seventy-year-old men can The big axe is swung fiercely for ten rounds, and who would be willing to fake his hands and rely on the weapons of strangers?

As the political center, Everstar City does not need mercenaries, and the self-supporting Longxiao City does not need mercenaries.

But here...

Thyls stared at these people with complete lengths, suitable for both near and far, and their equipment was completely different from those of professional or conscript soldiers that pursue a single function.

He turned his head slowly, looked at the dangerous desert under the howling cold wind, looked at the bonfires in the distance, looked at the unknown darkness outside of the field of vision, looked at the periphery of the camp and knelt in a circle. The resting camel team suddenly understood something.

"So?" The female warrior took off her sword and slapped the sand on her body, looking at him expectantly.

Thyls came back to his senses and looked at each other politely: "So what?"

"I told you my name, boy, and as a courtesy and response..."

Luisa smiled as she did.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"I am--"

Tyles just reacted. He eagerly supported the ground, trying to sit up, but he felt black in front of him and his arms soft.

"Wow, wow, take a moment," the quick rope caught Thales who was about to fall quickly, and put him down gently, making a fuss:

"You can’t stand up yet. When you were found, you fell face down in the middle of the road, half of your body was buried in yellow sand, which looked like an inconspicuous piece of sandstone, if it weren’t for Dean Sharp-eyed, a team of two-humped camels-23 full, eight or nine hundred pounds each-almost stepped on you!"

"Relax, boy," the man who made the hammer lifted his beard, "You are out of danger, and we will listen to you all night to introduce yourself."

Tyles glanced at him gratefully, then turned to Louisa: "I am... my name..."

The prince couldn't help being taken aback.

It’s been a long time since he introduced himself to a stranger seriously. In fact, he doesn’t need to introduce himself whether it’s a beggar or a prince’s time: in the former, no one cares about his name. The latter, no one knows his name.

Looking at the curious eyes of the other people, and their strange and distant eyes, Thales couldn't help feeling a strange sense of absurdity.

"Huiya," his voice sounded weakly by the campfire:

"My name is Huaiya."

The others glanced at each other.

"So, Huaya," Louisa stared at him intently: "How did you fall into the desert?"

Thyls tried his best to make himself look credible.

"I... I have bad luck, in fact, very bad."

Thyls sighed: "My father, he was a little powerful when he was still alive. Unfortunately, he had a vengeance with people in the Northland and waited until he could no longer protect me. The enemies sent a few thugs one after another—the kind with a bad temper and a good knife—to come to me, and I could only flee and flee south."

"They forced me all the way into the desert."

Thyls knows that he looks bad, but he also knows that the other party must have seen his bag. He must have a good reason to explain why a fourteen-year-old boy would carry a crossbow and an arrow. The dagger entered the great desert alone.

Not to mention, they saved their lives.

Luisa looked at the warrior with the hammer and nodded at each other.

"Wow, it can make you so scared to escape to the desert," Kuaishin's eyes lit up: "Your enemies, they must hate you very much."

Thyls nodded silently, and said sadly: "I didn't expect life in the desert to be so difficult, I can't survive for four or five days."

"The enemy."

Tyles raised his head curiously, and found that the young soldier who was interjecting was the young soldier with black stripes. He sat by the fire and stared at the prince coldly, wiping his blade.

"So you have enemies chasing behind—of course, it always comes with trouble." He said softly, expressionless.

Thyls did not know how to answer for a while.

"You can put away your fierce face, McGee," Louisa glanced dissatisfiedly at the black-striped man named McGee, and seemed to have a serious opinion of his attitude: "I know what you are worried about. ——This kid will not be an undercover agent or spy for Sand Pirates."

Thyls was surprised.

The hand of the man wiping the scimitar pauses slightly.

"No, you don't know my worries," McGee's face became serious: "If you knew, we would not be employed by that profiteer, nor would we come here."

"Dean knows, but he doesn't listen to me."

Luisa cocked her mouth.

Thyls watched their argument curiously.

The bearded senior warrior laughed and raised his hands to round the field: "Relax, man, there is no need to be sullen all day long."

He turned to McGee, and pointed to the weak Thales.

"But you saw it too, McGee, he almost died there. No sand thief gang would let a dying child be a spy — there is nothing to rob from Tomding’s caravan. We will be safe... In fact, we never met Sand Pirates or Exiles along the way, and you know why."

Thyls smiled weakly.

McGee snorted.

"This is what I worry about."

"Mortals tried to interfere in the desert with power, but the **** of desert has never forgiven." McGee's eyes became more and more serious, and he glanced to the sky: "This means: we are in trouble."

Thyls wanted to move.

The middle-aged soldier laughed loudly.

"Don't pay attention to McGee, he is like that. The locals are always prejudiced against travelers, and they are still talking about them," the bearded soldier snorted nonchalantly, turning to Thales: "Let us talk Talk about other interesting things..."

Thyls was stunned.

He glanced at McGee.

A local?

Just now.

"So, you are a nobleman from the North, forced to flee to the great desert?" Luisa said lightly.

"You know, your accent is like a Northlander."

"Um, right?" Thales answered carefully.

Yes, he can only say that, and the six years of experience in Longxiao City didn't even have to deliberately imitate him.

The middle-aged soldier on one side laughed: "Very well, Northlander, I like the Northlander the most... Maybe we should let Dean come to talk to his Northlander..."

At this moment, the fast rope slapped himself on the thigh!

"Noble!"

Quickline rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes gleaming.

"Very good! We can talk about compensation," he looked at Thales happily, with a smile on his face: "You know, Mr. Wiya, I saved your life-free Yu was buried in yellow sand."

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Yes, thank you."

But he also noticed that Louisa, the senior soldier, including the young man with black stripes, rolled his eyes outside.

I saw Quick Rope straighten up with an expression on his face.

"So, according to the rules in the desert, I saved you."

"In other words, I will automatically own all the property on your body, including your personal ownership," Quickline coughed, and raised his hips and said solemnly: "So, Huai Ya—you are mine now ."

Thyls was dumbfounded.

"Understand?"

The next moment, a slap with a big pot lid slapped the back of the fast rope fiercely from behind!

Slap!

"Ah!" The scream of the fast rope even alarmed a camel in the distance.

Looking at the howling of Fast Rope, Louisa and the middle-aged soldier laughed, and even McGee, who had a gloomy face, raised his mouth.

Thyls looked at the person who appeared behind the fast rope in surprise.

"If this stinky boy continues to talk such nonsense, you can deal with him like this, you are sure."

A familiar and sophisticated voice joined the conversation.

The bald man who had met before returned to the camp with a cold face, and sat down beside Luisa. Following him was another one with a mustache, carrying a large sword with both hands, and silent. Strong man.

The rest of them gave way to them. Obviously they are all in the same team.

Quickrope raised his head in tears: "Dean! What I said is not wrong, the savior has the right..."

Bald Dean sniffed from his nose and interrupted him: "But this is a desert, not the sea, and it is not you who saved him."

"Ignore him," Louisa sighed, took her gaze away from the painful fast rope, and shook her head apologetically to Thales: "This rookie used to be a sailor before he entered the line-that's why We like to call him fast rope-he doesn't understand anything, but always likes to bring the rules of the sea here."

Quickline raised his hand excitedly in protest.

"But... the sea made of sand is also a kind of sea, right?"

The quick rope with an aggrieved face responded with a piece of bread thrown on his face by the warrior with a hammer.

Thyls watched the gang fight in a daze.

The middle-aged soldier with a hammer showed his yellow teeth in his beard, and smiled at Thales: "Hello, strange Wiya...You can call me the old hammer, because I am in charge of the hammer in the team."

Thyls nodded.

"The stinky face is McGee, you should see how he wields double knives. It is our clairvoyance and guide." McGee, the black-stranded man hummed softly.

"And I believe you have seen the fast rope, this Kang Mas sailor is responsible for telling jokes..."

"Hey!" Fast Rope struggled free from the big hand of the old hammer, protesting:

"Jokes are also important, okay!"

Ignoring the old hammer, he pressed the bread into the mouth of the fast rope.

"You know Dean. The silent man sitting next to Dean is the Fire, a thorny man who is responsible for killing people." Fire, the man carrying a two-handed sword pointed at him. Nodded.

Thyls greeted them kindly.

"There are five other guys on duty outside, and this lively girl..."

The poor fast rope pulled the bread out of his mouth vigorously, and when he took the old hammer, he shook his arms towards Louisa, vividly:

"Luisa Dante!"

"We are beautiful, cute and charming, but it's a pity that we are the captain with a bad temper!"

Luisa's face turned red.

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

Quickline looked at his a little embarrassed captain, turned to the bald man, his eyes twitched:

"And Big Dean-we are beautiful, cute and charming, but it's a pity that the captain with a bad temper dreams of marrying him!"

Next second.

"Ah!"

Loisa's wristband slammed **** the fast rope's forehead.

"Shut up." Louisa twisted her face severely and stared at the fast rope through her teeth.

Thyls saw that everyone else bowed their heads as if they hadn’t heard the words and did their own work: the old hammer started picking up his beard again, the fire continued to drink his water, and McGee wiped the second one. Knife, went back to wipe the first one, and Dean, one of the protagonists of the dispute, coughed awkwardly.

"Am I wrong?"

Quickrope raised her head dissatisfied: "You are our leader and captain, the beloved Louisa."

"No one can deny that you formed this team, carrying the'Dante's Great Sword'-Dean never opposed this."

Luisa's face is darker

"You know, I'm not talking about this."

"Then which do you think I am talking about?"

The one who flew from the air to respond to the fast rope was another bracer of Louisa.

Thyls stared at their interaction.

He suddenly felt that the original desert is not all that terrible.

Dante's great sword.

Tyles nodded, chewing on the name of the mercenary team.

So, that female soldier is the leader of these mercenaries, and this team is named after her last name.

But...

During the noise, Dean coughed again, his eyes returned to Thales.

"Eat some, you just recovered," he handed out a bread and a water bag to Thales: "Water can last life, but it can't fill your stomach."

Thyls took the food with great heart, and barely gave a grateful smile: "Thank you."

The man looked at Thales and smiled: "Don’t worry, Huayah, we all keep your things in our luggage--some profiteer wants to swallow you. Money bag and crossbow, but we stopped him."

Dean puffed up at another campfire, and beside the fire, a rustically dressed man was violently bargaining with others.

Thyls hesitated slightly, then nodded.

"Thank you."

"You saved my life, and I will repay you."

"I swear I will."

Quickline smiled with joy: "Ah, I know you are a good friend, Huaiya, I'm shrinking..."

His mouth was stuffed into the bread with the old hammer again.

"But, where are you going?"

Tyles took a bite of the bread and looked at the faces of these people, and his vigilance was hard to stop: "In fact, can I hire you?"

The mercenaries looked at each other.

The prince tentatively said: "I mean, I have some relatives in the Star Kingdom, they are very rich..."

The mercenaries looked at each other again, and this time, Thales saw worry in their eyes.

Only the quick rope's face moved, and he stunned in the bread in surprise.

McGee reached out his hand expressionlessly, stuffing the bread in his mouth tighter.

"Stars?" The black-striped man hummed softly.

Luisa moved her eyebrows and smiled: "You know, Huaiya, we have already taken a deal and we want to send this caravan to..."

But the bald-headed Dean raised his hand gently, and Luisa suddenly stopped her words.

Thyls noticed this detail.

Dean sighed, and he looked at Thales calmly and shrewdly.

"Listen, Huaiya, I can see that you have concerns."

He was straightforward: "Don't worry, we won't touch your property, nor endanger your life."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

"This is a great desert, so I won’t ask about your surname and origin, including how you provoke your enemies. We are not interested in those, and they can’t catch up here — saving you is only in the desert Obligation," Dean touched the stubble on his face:

"So you can rest assured."

Thyls frowned slightly.

Dean's words obviously had a lot of prestige in the team, and once they came out, even McGee, who was quite hostile to him, stopped saying anything.

Only the fast rope, he finally pulled out the bread, crying and raising his hand:

"What about our reward?"

No one cares about him.

"I just want to ask a few other things," Dean said solemnly: "Wya, you came down from the north."

Thyls is a bit inexplicable and a bit nervous:

"Right?"

I saw Dean groaning, pressing his fingers on his knees, and the others waited patiently for his questioning.

"And you didn't meet the army of stars along the way?"

Thyls frowned.

"No."

Dean's face moved slightly: "Exter and the stars... didn't fight in the desert?"

"No," Thales said lightly: "At least I didn't see it."

"Have you met Sand Pirates?"

"No."

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as soon as this was said.

"It seems that the road ahead is smooth," Louisa said happily, "Guys, we are lucky-we are on the right path."

Quick Rope laughed, punched the old hammer, but was pushed back and forth by the latter's force.

Thyls looked at them suspiciously, somewhat unclear.

But Dean seemed to be very cautious. He continued to ask: "But you... haven't met the tribes gathered in the oasis?"

"I haven't seen many oasis, nor tribe."

"I didn't see any trace of the exiles?"

"What is an exile?"

"I haven't encountered Greyhide? I mean the orcs."

"No, I'm the only one from beginning to end."

Faced with Thales' question, Dean didn't speak any more.

"Strange, the desert shouldn't be so peaceful," Dean muttered: "I have to discuss with Tomdin again..."

"What's wrong?" Louisa asked with concern.

Dean shook his head: "It's okay, I hope it's my extra worry."

He seemed to have finally finished asking, and nodded to the others.

"So, can you...send me to the stars?" The prince looked at Dean, knowing that he was the backbone of the team: "It doesn't need to be too far, to the Western Wilderness, to the Bladeya Dune."

"As I said, I have relatives there..."

The others laughed.

"Unfortunately, poor Huaia," the old hammer smiled slightly: "A few days ago, we just came out of the Sabreya Dune, and there is the land of stars."

"Obviously, we will not go back so soon."

Thyles felt a heavy heart: "Even if... I promise you not low remuneration? The Caso family can..."

Dean shook his head.

This time, it was Louisa who answered Thales.

The female captain sighed: "You are going to talk to Tom Ding, he is our employer, this is his caravan, and I promise he won’t agree to it, no money will work—just like us ."

"Why?"

"Well, let's put it this way," the female captain shrugged, tilted her head, and looked around: "On the day before we set off, the Star Talent just issued a ban at the Blade Ya camp: within a month, No one is allowed to enter the desert."

Thyls was startled.

The ban on the stars.

So that is...

Loisa shook her head: "Obviously, they are going to send troops into the desert to fight, no matter who they fight-like the desert war ten years ago, and the eradication campaign from time to time after that."

"Anyone?" Thales pondered the words: "But you still came in?"

"Yes~IndoMTL.com~Luisa coughed, "and do you know why? "

Thyls responded with a puzzled look.

"Business, Huaiya, business!" Quick rope rushed to answer, excitedly:

"Sep Thomding, that **** profiteer wants to secretly make a fortune in the desert under the ban-blocked trade routes mean higher prices for goods and more profitable long-distance business!"

The silent McGee raised his head: "There is a greater risk."

Tyles squinted in confusion.

Dean sighed and explained: "I know you want to meet your loved ones quickly and get out of threats, Wiya, but..."

The bald man touched his stubble and sighed:

"Once he encounters the army of the stars, Tom Ding doesn’t want to leave his cargo anymore, he himself will go to jail—and the us he hired, "Dante’s Great Sword", no matter how lucky. There will also be a large fine. If you are unlucky, you will be kicked out of the Yaya camp. From then on, you don’t have to pick up business there, and you don’t have to pick up business there."

Thyls could not help frowning.

So...

"So," Dean said indifferently, "Do you think we, whether the employer or our team, would be happy to return to the stars before the ban is lifted, and even deal with the officials of the stars?" /

Thyls wanted to understand, he also sighed.

"Then...you, where are you going?"

Dean and Luisa looked at each other.

One second later, Dean lowered his head and smiled:

"Now, apart from the increasingly tense Freedom League and Qiyuan City, there is only one place left, a caravan starting from the stars to venture through the desert, and the most profitable place."

"The Tower of End."