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As the curfew time approached, there were fewer and fewer guests in the pub, and the mercenaries of the blood whistle came to "my home" in twos and threes, and it seemed that they would be drunk tonight.
Dante's big swords went downstairs one by one. Louisa and the old hammer greeted Thales and left. Siman and McGee didn't have to pay any attention to him. They walked straight out of the pub.
When Dean went downstairs, he was stopped by the bloody whistle.
"Hey, Dean," Ricky snapped a finger and raised his glass against the bald mercenary: "I heard that you are having trouble outside?"
This words attracted everyone's attention.
"In normal times, I might say that we are 'okay'," Dean walked down the stone ladder step by step. It looked rather dignified: "But now…I guess it doesn't make much sense to deny it. ”
He glanced at two rather serious mercenaries around Ricky.
“Yes,” Dean said faintly. “We have trouble.”
The mercenaries in the pub are quiet, they are worried, or wondering about the ground.
Ricky frowned.
"So the rumor is true?"
"Williams and his evil dogs are out again…What is this time, the second time to clear the battle? Going north with Eckstedt? Support Freedom League? Or the King of Stars watching the Tower of Eradication is not pleasing to the eye and determined to unplug them? Do you think they are likely to hire a 100-member group to fight? Or just catch the death squad in the prison of the bones? ”
Thales listened to Ricky's description of the Baron and the Stardust Guard, and could not help but raise his eyebrows.
Obviously, the mercenaries have a limited affection for the Baron of the Blades Camp.
"I don't know, but I want to say it," Dean shook his head. "They are really playing this time."
"As for hiring…I don't think they are short of the generals, Ricky. ”
Dean had a warning and looked around at the bloody whistle of the whistle: "Even the 'blood whistle' can't withstand the charge of the ten armed cavalry in the area, and I think they have at least a thousand rides – when When Ma is raised, they don't care which side you are standing on."
Ricky was silent for a while and looked at his friends.
"One thousand rides…"
"I will remember it – we have had a bad time lately," Ricky shook his head and pointed to the bar: "What do you drink?" Rye Old beer? Blood grape? Don't tell me it is Chaka…"
But Dean just waved his hand and refused: "No, we have had enough experience in these few days."
Ricky put down his fingers.
"Dean, you know, if you think…"He looked at Dean seriously and raised his mouth: "The blood whistle welcomes you at any time, we have to transfer, and here is a lack of a captain…Maybe higher? ”
Dean spread his hand and saw that he was not the first to encounter such a dialogue: "Thank you, but…I have a captain. ”
Ricky smiled.
"Listen to a woman, Dean," the mercenary of the blood whistle smiled and poured a drink: "You will die in her hand one day."
The mercenaries next to them screamed in succession: "Maybe die on her'?"
"Or 'inside'?"
The people in the entire pub laughed.
Dean just shook his head in disregard and waved to Ricky to come to Thales.
"finished?"Thales put down the glass and asked him.
Dean sighed and nodded.
"Probably, it's not a happy team conversation, we have lost too much."
"What about you, Wyah?"The mercenary asked: "Do you have any clues about your family?"
"Probably," Thales exhaled and answered him in the same tone. "I am familiar with the environment, handle some things, and set off to find them tomorrow."
"Handling things…It sounds good," Dean raised an eyebrow: "What about tonight?" ”
"I don't know, maybe I want to find a bed for Tampa," Thales said, glaring at Tampa: "As long as the money is enough."
Tampa happily reveals his teeth.
Dean also smiled.
"You also heard, the blood whistle wrapped the whole pub," the bald mercenary looked at the people in "My Family": "Come with me, we rented a small house nearby, where it used to be a temporary team. Resident, but…At least let you live for one night. ”
Looking at Dean's expression, Thales felt a move.
His fists slowly tightened and he regained his weight.
Thales released a smile: "It sounds good, anyway, I have nowhere to go?"
Dean raised his hand and motioned that they could go.
Thales walked down the bar and picked up his own bag.
"Hey, Dean," Thales shook his head at Tampa and turned his head back and said: "Thank you."
In orderEverything from the desert to here. ”
Dean looked at him for a few seconds.
"You're welcome, I am also planning for myself," Dean looked at him, jokingly saying: "You are a nobleman, maybe quite rich, isn't it?"
Thales smiles right.
"But before that…"
Dean frowned and looked to the other side of the pub: "How did he drink so much?"
Thales followed his gaze: the fast-tracked ropes slammed into the ground and stumbled over a table, attracting the poor eyes of the guests.
"The desert, we have encountered too much."Thales sighed slightly.
"Yeah," Dean's brow wrinkled more and more tightly, "for a second time with the newcomers."
When the group of guests was ready to pick up their sleeves and give the fast rope an unforgettable night, Dean turned and walked to him.
"Come on, help me."
"Can't leave him here."
Thales shrugged and followed.
A few hours later, Thales lie straight in the hut belonging to Dante's big sword, feeling the shackles of the hard bed, staring blankly at the moonlight outside the window.
The mercenaries’ residences are really not very good. There are four beds in a small room, clay walls, thatched roofs, and sand and dust cobwebs everywhere. The fence door is like a piece of land, even outside the house. The simple toilets reminded Thales of the time in the abandoned house.
But at least it is better than sleeping in the wild.
Ten meters away, the heavy breathing of the fast rope came from time to time, sometimes mixed with some drunkenness and nightmare.
Dean slept in another room next door, and the old hammer went to find the old guys he hadn't seen for a long time. It is estimated that to drink the dawn, McGee has always liked to stay in the crowd, and the scarce and hostile bones in the camp. People have their own place, as for Louisa, according to Dean, she returned to her mother and stepfather's house.
Thales took a deep breath.
Unbelievable, he escaped from Dragon Clouds City and crossed the desert – albeit only a short segment of the periphery – through black trails, comets, death crows, and even hunger, loneliness, heat, cold, orcs and employment. The soldiers finally came to the territory of Stars Kingdom.
He is back.
Thales looked at the clear moonlight over the desert edge and felt the rare tranquility of the Blades Camp during the curfew.
The fast rope rolled over and the whole person fell to the bottom of the bed, but he still whispered something and didn't wake up.
Thales took a sigh of relief and sat up.
In the sense of hell, Dean's breathing in his dreams is clearly audible next door.
In the darkness, he looked at the outline of the fast rope and laid a complex "K" shape on the floor. He smiled and shook his head.
This group of people is jealous.
Mercenary.
What kind of life is that?
Thales thought about it.
The prince slowly breathed two breaths. The next second, he grabbed the bag and time of the wall and stood up lightly.
He carefully crossed the body of the fast rope, pushed the door open without making a sound, walked through the small hall that was so ruined, and pushed open another door.
In front of him, a sturdy bald man with arms around, lying on the side of the bed, his chest evenly undulating, with a slight sigh of breath.
He slept very well, not like the fast rope next door.
Thales covered the door and walked to the man's bed.
The prince stared at him silently for a long time.
The moonlight has begun to move.
Dean’s breathing is still deep.
In the end, Thales's face slowly cooled.
He looked at Dean's wide back and slowly reached out.
Stretched to his waist.
Pulled out the JC dagger.
The front edge exudes a slight cold, and Thales can't help but frown.
Six years.
The sharp dagger that Jala gave him, has been with him for six years.
Quide, Blood, Dragon Clouds City, Disaster, Rumba, Great Desert…
In six years, no matter how dangerous it is, whenever Thales reaches out and touches the dagger, and feels its cold and tough texture, an unreliable sense of peace comes to life.
That force made him re-squeezing his teeth, hardening his shoulders, facing the power of everything in front of him.
But that is self-defense, it is a last resort to counterattack and fight back.
But this time…
Just today, Thales suddenly realized that when blood flows through the edge of the dagger, the blade reveals more than just its name.
It is the essence of it – a murder weapon.
Every time, when Thales rises up his courage and determination and throws a dagger to the enemy, he will remember the feeling of using JC to take away his life for the first time: hot and slippery blood passes over the hand guard and squirts onto his arm. Flowed to his chest and shot at his head.
However, those feelings are not as real as they are now.
How simple it is to take away a life.
I have not killed anyone. On the contrary, I have killed many people.
Thales is silent.
From the abandonment career in the lower city, to the assassination on King Street, and the bloody battle of your life in the big desert…
But the feeling of killing, for a long time, he was deliberately ignored.
He has no choice, isn't he?
Kill, or be killed.
Thales gently lifted the JC, narrowed his eyes, and pointed his blade at Dean's neck.
In the sense of hell, the blood in his carotid artery is so powerful and vigorous.
Thales continued to hold the dagger, aiming at Dean's neck, with no expression.
He has no other choice.
He silently told himself.
Simply smashing a thorn can deny the meaning of the other party, stripping the other party's existence, and letting the value of the other party's continued existence in the world disappear without a trace: he is gone, gone, dead, and then It won't appear anywhere, in front of anyone, any time.
As the fast rope said: He has no thoughts, no feelings, no consciousness, nothing to keep, nothing to know.
He completely disappeared, and he has lost everything possible, everything develops, and all future.
Thales came back and looked at the living people who were sleeping.
Just a light tap.
Everything about the other party will disappear immediately.
And the surgeon, he, Thales, he can get a lot: revenge? Interests Or simply satisfied?
Or, it is the kind of unpleasantness and frustration, injury and pain that you feel from the other side after killing the other party, together with the existence of the other party, and the feeling of suffocation that is completely vented?
andAfter calculating the elimination of the other party, the goal is achieved and the profit is very profitable.
Or is it the kind of anti-palm control of life and death, playing with the fate of others, determining the power of power and the sense of power and dignity?
Exercise
Thales glared at Dean's neck and shivered slightly.
He has no other choice.
He told himself for the third time.
Another necessary killing, nothing more.
Really?
Refreshing.
Quide's hateful face flashed past.
Pleasant.
The smile of Nunn Wang Zhizhu’s smile passed over his mind.
A sense of power?
This time, Chaman Lombard’s cold and indifferent expression appeared in front of him.
Thales took a deep breath and moved the dagger to the best angle of puncture.
For the sake of revenge, for the pleasure of interest, for the power of shit, the ghost of the genius is so much…Just tap it and everything will be over.
As long as you kill him, you don't have to worry about it either.
That moment.
There was a pale, fearful face in front of his eyes.
It was a long time face, and Thales was almost forgotten for a long time.
It is Kelly.
One of the sixth house, the poor child, bravely rushed out at the last moment of his life, only to protect the little girl.
however
Thales trembled a little, and he seemed to be back to that night: Damn Quide smiled and cut Kelly's neck, the child's face was full of fear, and the murderer's face was ridiculously disgustingly satisfied. And excited.
Exercise
The same is true for Quide, just let it lightly, that kind of refreshing…
Exercise
Another face appeared in front of you.
It was standing in the hero hall of Dragon Clouds City, grievously holding his arms, his face a little proud, and a little delicate, the first girl who was quite annoying.
Alex Walton.
An innocent child born of sin.
After her high-pitched mouth was finally poisoned, the painful sputum and twisted cheeks were replaced.
Thales stared blankly at Dean who was asleep, but in front of it was the cold smile of King Nunn, the sorrow of Desire's despair, the indifference of Nikola's expressionless face, the slickness of the little slicker…
Exercise
The same is true for King Nunn, just a glass of wine, once the shame and hatred have ended, the pleasure…
Exercise
Thales gently closes his eyes.
Dean’s neck disappeared in front of him, and the Dragon Clouds City six years ago was visible from the darkness.
Dilapidated, blazing in the shield area, all over the body, mourning endless.
In such a picture, the horrible man with a cold face, the black sand grandfather coldly wears a blood-stained crown.
At his feet, the head of the king of nature rolled off the dust and fell into countless bodies in the shield, civilians, nobles, craftsmen, farmers, and white-bladed guards…
[Do not be indifferent, benevolent, don't be indifferent…]
[People like this animal, for a lot of things, will gradually get used to, such as indifference, such as some of our knowledge that we know it is inappropriate. 】
[I don’t know how stinking after a long time, once you relax, get used to it, you will never feel the gap between yourself and the outside world, and you will never find your own self again – stick to it, don’t compromise, don’t compromise, don’t Let this world capture you. 】
[Hey, Missy, how come you suddenly become like this…So 'Qi Wuren'? 】
[Tucao yourself is really good…Besides, is this not your professional strength? From the point of view you have never seen before, shake your established understanding, refresh your worldview, break your original thinking, believe, even the high dogma of the wrong understanding and superficial cognition, to find something is incredibly absurd, and you look at it before the way is so unreasonable, to yourself to show a new world , to find themselves and the world ' daily and do not know ' the truth, so as to sublimate themselves? 】
[Hey, I’ll tell you so much, I suddenly feel that I am so great. 】
[Hey, there is no way, with me for a long time, you are stupid into a SpongeBob, it will slowly sublimate…Right
[So can we go? Don't touch my head anymore, your cat is in your own home, you don't have to worry about it for free. We have donated money, so there is no need to stand in front of this donation box for five minutes. Is it? 】
Ah! My exhibition – go and go! 】
Thales slams his eyes!
In the silence, Thales gasped softly, sweating and struggling.
JC is only a palm away from Dean's neck artery.
The head of the dagger was in his hand, and the tip of the blade trembled.
Exercise
Exercise
Time seems to have passed for a long time.
He took a strong breath and spit out slowly.
Nah.
The prince tiredly put down the dagger.
Thales touched the wet forehead and bit the lower lip with difficulty and pain.
In the end, he put away the dagger and finally looked at Dean in his sleep.
The prince, like a sorrowful believer who has experienced great troubles, turned slowly and turned to the door, his face bitter.
However, just as Thales took the first step to leaving –
“Why?”
The sound that suddenly sounded made Thales squint!
"Why did you give up?"
Thales closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He turned and, in the moonlight, faintly saw Dean sitting up, leaning against the wall, staring at him coldly.
"After a knife, solve him before the enemy sees you, this is always the best choice."The bald mercenary is faint.
He bent his leg on the edge of the bed, his right elbow on his knee, and the axe was at hand.
"or……"
"You have to catch me alive?"
Thales looked hard at the mercenaries.
"You are awake."He is bitter.
if not? Do you think that I should let go of my heart and give my life to you? ”
Dean sneered: "Who are you?"
Thales opened his mouth and didn't know where to start.
"I, you…"
"Or I asked a little more directly," Dean bounced the axe on the side of the bomber, his eyes sharp: "Who sent you?"
Thales looked at him fixedly.
Eyes are struggling.
In the end, Thales exhaled slowly.
He put away his complex face and returned to the most indifferent expression.
"Dean, right?"
"You were rescued from the desert by Dante a few years ago and have become a member of them since then…"
Thales looked back at Dean.
“An ordinary mercenary, but both literary and literary, and far-sighted,” the prince whispered: “You are from the North, waving the axe just right, when you are on the orc, that set of smashing and swaying The action is always reminiscent of Eckstedt's other famous white blade guard."
Dean didn't speak, his eyes focused on the axe at hand.
The houses under the moonlight are silent, and the curfews on the streets make the surroundings quietly not like the western front, but the countryside.
"Not only that, you know a lot of orcs, and it's far from the extent of 'Hello, Damn, Kill You' when the soldiers meet them," Thales continued. "That takes a long time to learn systematically." ."
"You also shaved your hair, it seems that you can cover up the hair color."
Dean was expressionless, and he raised his left hand and touched his head.
Thales stared straight at him.
"Your views and reserves on national events and political situations are far from being known to a gimmick who can only travel between life and business."
"Even if Tampa is saying, it is too wasteful to be a mercenary, and even people with blood whistle want to attract you."
Thales took a deep breath and tried hard to hear the biggest doubts:
"Dean, mercenary Dean, you don't think that these characteristics…Is it too obvious to be placed on one person? ”
The sound echoed in a small room, clearly audible.
Time seems to have been frozen.
Dean looked up and confronted Thales's questioning eyes without shrinking.
Obvious
Dean's face turned out to be disdainful and angry: "Hey."
"So, who did you send it?"
He asked directly:
"Lisban? Or the White Blade Guard? ”
Thales' eyes solidified in the air.
"Or someone else?"
In the moonlight outside the window, Dean spoke slowly and his eyes became more and more serious: "The order I received was to find me…Still killing me? ”
Thales frowned deeply.
He still stared at Dean motionlessly.
"Even if McGee said it, it is wrong to follow Tomtin. He is not a good trader, and the blockade of the stars is not clear," Thales did not answer, but whispered: "But You are still out, with mercenaries, why?"
"This is not in line with your savvy and wise."
Dean pinched his fist.
"Because you know the Freedom League and know the storm that Eckstedt and Dragon Clouds City are experiencing, because you are worried about your hometown and country, you just venture north, just want to confirm it?"
Dean didn't speak.
So Thales spoke again.
"Answer me, Dean," Thales sighed. "Are you him?"
This time, Dean slowly looked up.
He
Dean faintly said: "Who?"
"You know who I am talking about."
Dean smiled.
He slowly raised his arm and pointed at Thales.
"you."
"You are also very suspicious, aren't you?"
"A man came from the north and fell down in the desert," Dean squinted his head and glanced at Thales: "It’s not a military shack that civilians will have when you hold it, and a broken iron. The sharp dagger of the mud."
Thales felt that his back and waist were tight.
"Your words and deeds are very orthodox, very polite, paying attention to details. At first glance, they are well-educated people. This is the reason why other people don't want to talk to you in the past few days – well, maybe the fast rope, he It’s a taro that is scared by the sea."
"And you are very smart, at least the life you made up, you have to say that it is in line with your words and deeds. At first glance, it makes sense."
Dean sneered.
"But what makes me strange is that you are different from most of the nobility."
"Whether it's hot sand or cold rock, you can lie down without any obstacles and sleep easily; air dried for a few months, hard bread that can't be bitten, with a stinky smell Stewed vegetables, battered food, no matter how boring things, you are comfortable and swallowed, and eat it as usual."
"Like you have been used to it."
"At least, it's not like the adults I know, the castles."
"So, either the door-to-door family is a nouveau riche family, and it’s too late to become a big bastard in the castle that is stupid and selfish," Dean narrowed his eyes and looked solemn:
"Either your family must have someone who is based on experience or knowledge, time or experience. He chooses to use the cruel wind cream to shape the next generation into a man, instead of using food and fences to make you fat. Breeding pigs."
Thales doesn't move, listening quietly.
"And Wyah Caso?"
Dean snorted and looked at Thales' eyes as cold: "The next time, when you tell another Northlanders name, it's best not to use the same surname as the 'star fox' Gilbert Caso."
Thales made a slight move.
"At the Broken Dragon Fortress, the star man came alone, with Eckstedt's anger, and the anger of the six grandfathers. He talked and talked back and forth. When he signed the peace treaty, he was notorious."
Dean curled up his mouth.
"Sorry," Thales shook his head in remorse: "The first time I left home, many things were suddenly encountered and a little nervous."
Dean’s eyes flashed.
"So, who are you?"He whispered.
"I am a teenager, but I have an unusual agility and a sharp reaction – I suspect that it is the power of the end – the first time to face the horrible orcs, but also insist on the 'adult ritual killer' of the diaper pants, Saika ?"
Dean bowed his head and drowned his expression in the darkness of the moonlight: "As Thomdin said, those star cavalry, are they chasing you?"
Thales breathed slowly.
He clenched his fist and immediately lowered it.
"Listen, I didn't want to make things so complicated," the Prince of Stars unfolded his palm, using his most calm and solemn tone: "I could have found the army of the Blades Camp early and let them do it…But I didn't, I waited until now. ”
Dean nodded lightly and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"So you really don't have a small relationship with the official," the bald mercenary sneered: "But you are buried in the name of the present, just for me?"
Thales ignored the other's words.
"I just need you to answer a simple question for me, Dean."He faintly said.
Dean stared at him with interest.
"Coincident," the mercenary nodded. "Me too, Wyah."
Silenced
In the suffocating silence, the two silently looked at each other in a dimly closed house.
Until Thales opened again.
"So, Dean," the prince of the Stars cleared his throat and finally asked the final question with seriousness and caution:
"Are you Moral Walton?"
“The one-time prince who escaped Dragon Clouds City six years ago?”
Dean didn't answer, didn't move, and even had a little extra expression.
He just stared coldly at Thales.
"You, Wyah," he whispered, raising his head and letting the moon shine on his angular features:
"I should call you Thales Jadestar?"
Thales tightened the muscles of his body.
“Let the entire Eckstedt shake the mountain and let Dragon Clouds City change the ground – the culprit?”
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