Reality proved that Gleeward was indeed the local tyrant of Shield District. Even if it was night, even if it was difficult for him to move around, even if Shield District was a maze of ruins with very few people, the veteran could still accurately find the small paths and find his way out after making several turns.
Under the moonlight, Thales quietly followed behind him with his head lowered, pretending to be the person who pushed Gleeward's wheelchair. He watched as Gleeward moved through the streets and alleys without any obstacles, as if he was in his own backyard.
Jumping over fences, and even making secret signals and hand signals to different people living in different corners.
Thales kicked away a pebble by his feet and patted the dust off his body. He felt slightly sentimental. It had been a long time since he felt this way, especially since Shield District had turned into such a desolate scene.
This was especially the case when Shield District was reduced to such a miserable state. It made him remember the days when he begged in the smelly gutters and alleys of Eternal Star City a long time ago.
When they arrived at a single-story house with mottled bricks, Gleeward coughed and knocked on the door four times, twice quickly and twice slowly.
Thales was surprised to hear a series of crackling sounds coming from inside the house.
'Did someone fall off the bed?'
Footsteps came from behind the door, followed by an impatient female voice.
"For Bright Moon's sake!
If you want to buy something, can't you come tomorrow morning — "
Gleeward, who was in the wheelchair, spoke in a dull voice.
"Kurtz, it's me."
The voice behind the door stopped.
As the wooden door opened, a sleepy face appeared before them.
It was a woman in her thirties. She had messy long hair and looked down at Gleeward from above. Her clothes were thin, and her eyes were misty. Her breasts were faintly discernible.
She looked as if she had just woken up and stared at the two people in front of the door in confusion.
Thales politely moved his gaze away from her breasts, which she could not cover. He suppressed the question of who she was and looked at Gleeward.
Gleeward snorted coldly. "Tell me, Kurtz, you didn't drink … or else I'll have to f * ck you awake."
He glanced inside the house. "And it's best if there aren't any girls here to 'measure' your size."
"Just by relying on a cowardly cripple like you? We don't even know who's going to f * ck who. "The woman at the door rubbed her eyes." It's not my fault that I'm popular with women. After all, I'm one of the few in Shield District … Wait. "
After seeing the person in front of her clearly, the woman's expression changed.
Her hand behind the door dropped, followed by the heavy sound of metal hitting the ground.
"You're injured …"
"I have a bad feeling about this, cripple. It's just like the first time we met." The woman named Kurtz put on a dejected expression, but when her gaze shifted to Gleeward's bandaged wound, she immediately frowned.
"Are you being targeted again?"
Gleeward nodded with a dark expression.
"It's still those idiots from the market in Sword District."
The veteran pointed at his wound and said disdainfully, "This time, they even brought the real deal."
Kurtz leaned against the door frame and scraped her face with the palm of her hand, as if she wanted to scrape away her sleepiness.
"Got it, I'll stitch it up for you." She sighed and looked around cautiously. There was an annoyed expression on her face. "Dragon Clouds City is in such a mess, and they still have the time to mess with you … Damn it."
Thales stared curiously at the disheveled woman who had a seductive body and a foul mouth. He thought about her relationship with Gleeward.
"And you, cripple. I've told you a hundred times, things are different now." Kurtz raised her head with a resigned expression. She advised earnestly, "Don't go out alone at night anymore. At least bring —"
"Hey," Gleeward interrupted her, and his gaze became stern.
"I've already taken care of it and taught them a small lesson."
Kurtz stared at Gleeward's expression, and her annoyed expression froze slightly.
She asked tentatively,
"Your 'small lesson'?"
Gleeward did not answer.
Thales remembered the slaughterhouse he saw just now and blinked helplessly at a corner where no one could see.
'Yes.
'A small lesson.'
Kurtz seemed to understand what he meant. She then narrowed her eyes. "I understand.
Then, we'll go to war.
"We won't stop until one of us dies."
Her expression became solemn. She lowered her head and thought carefully. "I'll look for Faron right away. Even though the city is under martial law, I think we can get a hundred good fighters here before dawn, and another fifty after dawn … We can catch them off guard …" Thales thought of something.
Thales thought of something. 'What?
This woman is also … out to make a living? '
Gleeward coughed and interrupted, "Before that, I have something else to do."
"They won't expect us to counterattack so soon. The patrols are busy …" Kurtz mumbled to herself about the fight between the gangs. When she heard Gleeward's words, she was slightly stunned. She looked up. "Something else?"
It was only then that Kurtz noticed the teenager behind Gleeward.
She subconsciously tightened the thin shirt around her chest and looked at the nine-pointed star emblem on Thales' shoulder. She frowned in puzzlement. "Wait, who is this brat? Is he a noble? "
"Him?"
"Come and meet Kurtz, Thales." Gleeward turned his head and looked at Thales. He extended his hand and gestured at Kurtz in a leisurely manner. "The most unlucky tailor traitor in Northland.
Doctor Zhi. "
The veteran pointed at an ugly scar on his arm and sneered.
"My specialty is suturing."
Thales smiled awkwardly at Kurtz. "Hey, nice to meet you."
As a tailor cum doctor, Kurtz's face was filled with suspicion. "Nice to meet you?"
Gleeward turned his head around and sneered in a self-deprecating manner. "Stop guessing. He's that prince."
Kurtz did not manage to react. She asked in puzzlement, "Which prince?"
Gleeward snorted.
"Which other prince could it be?"
The man in the wheelchair grinned. "Wherever he goes …
"Who's the unlucky one …"
"The Prince of Constellation."
Thales coughed softly and pretended not to hear her.
In the next moment, as expected, the prince saw the puzzlement on Kurtz's face turn into shock. She froze on the spot.
In the house, Thales sat on a chair and gnawed on the extremely disgusting rye bread in his hand, which was probably left over from a season ago. He looked at the similarly simple and dilapidated house.
There was a bare wooden table with a lot of cloth piled on it. There were also cheap boxes of female perfume placed haphazardly on it. Many patterns of clothes hung from the ceiling. On the floor, the table, and the bed, cloth and clothes were piled everywhere. Even undergarments were no exception.
Needles, threads, scissors, measuring rulers, and coils could be seen everywhere. There was also a mirror with three cracks on the wall, and a saw in the corner.
Behind the door was a ferocious-looking 'Jun-1'.
Now, Thales knew what the metallic sound was when the woman let go of his hand.
Thales picked up the wooden bowl and drank a mouthful of water that had a slightly strange smell. He then looked at Kurtz.
The woman's identity was already clear: she was a tailor.
Thales sighed secretly. 'But … a doctor?
Sewing with one hand and sewing people with the other?
Treating the sick, tailoring the clothes according to the person's needs … 'He looked at the ferocious-looking' Jun-1 'behind the door.
'Perhaps it's also a rape?
'Causing a gang conflict?'
The prince glanced at the unflattering style of clothes around him. 'Also, why does a tailor need a saw?'
With the evilest imagination in his head, Thales thought, 'No wonder she's so poor.'
On the other side of the house, Kurtz, who had finished dressing, sat on a wooden bed with a broken leg and was supported by bricks. She was arguing with Gleeward in a low voice, but it did not escape Thales' ears.
"Are you crazy?"
Kurtz pushed aside a woman's long dress made of coarse cloth that hung above her head and looked anxiously at the calm Gleeward.
"It's not just the westbound street … From the city gate, the top of the city wall, the city walls, the gatehouses between the districts, and the key forked streets, they've set up checkpoints almost everywhere. The patrols have received their bounty, and they've been working overtime day and night, never slacking off.
"I heard that even places as far as Sunset Snow River's ferry are no exception."
Gleeward narrowed his single eye slightly. "Is that so?"
Kurtz exhaled and subconsciously glanced at Thales, who was still eating.
"Over the past few decades, aside from collecting taxes, no one has paid any attention to Shield District and Hammer District. Even murder cases don't bother those men." The seamstress counted with her fingers and told Gleeward about the pros and cons.
"But today, it's not just the patrols, even the White Blade Guards came to our door. Forget Spear District and Bow District, which have close ties with the nobles and the rich, even the dozens of houses on Crazy Street in Hammer District were searched. Even the underwear of the dancers was searched until ten at night. I heard that the search will continue tomorrow morning."
Kurtz slapped him fiercely. In a very inelegant manner, she lifted one of her legs and placed it on top of her breasts, which were about to pop out. She allowed her other leg to swing freely under the bed.
She gritted her teeth, and there was not a hint of a woman's gentleness. "This is a major incident, Gleeward. It's definitely a major incident, comparable to what happened six years ago …"
Gleeward flashed a sarcastic smile.
Thales took a bite of his bread. For some reason, he thought of Jines, the female officer from a long time ago.
In comparison, the seamstress in front of him was obviously much more boorish, but she was just like Jines. She was not pretentious at all.
'But …'
'With how troublesome Thales' identity is, since Gleeward could bring me to her without hesitation … '
On the other side, Kurtz exhaled in pain. "You heard how the Star Killer threatened us during the day. But it's not just us."
She extended her finger in a very serious manner and spoke with great emotion, trying her best to make Gleeward understand the severity of the matter. "Almost all the local tyrants or people with prestige in Spear District, Sword District, and Bow District have been informed. Whoever gets involved in this will be Dragon Clouds City's enemy."
Gleeward sneered and said, "Can those lackeys represent Dragon Clouds City?"
"No, you don't know. The disciplinary hall even spread the word through a few disciplinary officers …" Kurtz cleared her throat and glanced in their direction. She saw that Thales was still minding his own business and did not seem to have noticed them.
Only then did she lower her voice and said,
"They said that whoever has news about the prince and the prince's whereabouts will receive the friendship of the disciplinary hall and the patrols.
They will even turn a blind eye to it. In fact, if they help them find the prince, they will even get three thousand gold coins. "
Kurtz gritted her teeth. Her facial features were scrunched up, and she extended three fingers with a trembling hand.
At that moment, the motionless Gleeward's expression finally changed. His remaining eye widened to the size of a pigeon's egg!
Thales frowned slightly.
Gleeward raised his head abruptly. "Three, three thousand?"
The seamstress smacked her lips and gestured in Thales' direction. Her sparkling eyes inadvertently showed a hint of greed and charm.
"Think about it?"
After a second, Gleeward desperately tucked his jaw away, which was about to fall to the ground. He coughed unnaturally.
"Hmph," the veteran said sternly.
"Do I look like a money grubber? Do I look like the kind of person who would be tempted by a few gold coins? "
Kurtz's smile fell. She looked at him with a complicated expression.
Gleeward was a little embarrassed by the woman's gaze. He turned his face away and said sternly, "We want to send him out, that's all."
When he heard this, Thales ground his lips with his upper molars. He was in a strange mood.
Kurtz exhaled. There was a look of pity and hesitation on her face.
Both of them were silent for a while. Thales took the opportunity to force himself to swallow the last mouthful of the disgusting bread.
"They will soon suspect this place."
The seamstress sat on her bed and crossed her arms worriedly. "Even though Shield District isn't easy to search, they'll come sooner or later … It's in ruins, and it's a mess. Is there a better hiding spot than this?"
Gleeward raised his head and frowned. "That's why we have to send him out as soon as possible."
When Kurtz heard this, she sighed. "This is a deal that will cost all of Shield District and Hammer District. You better have a good reason."
Gleeward was silent for a few seconds.
"I want to send him out."
He said faintly, "That is the reason."
Kurtz was slightly stunned.
The woman's expression was solemn. She stared at Gleeward quietly.
Gleeward pursed his lips in his wheelchair.
"God." After a while, Kurtz covered her face in pain and lay on the bed. "Cripple, sooner or later, I will be dragged to the gallows because of you."
"Yes, you will be dragged to the gallows." Gleeward snorted coldly. "Then what are you doing?"
Kurtz pulled the blanket over her. She trembled slightly in an exaggerated manner and let out weak sobs.
Thales looked up without batting an eyelid and observed the exit in the house.
Three seconds later …
"Forget it." Kurtz lifted the blanket and sat up with great difficulty. She extended a trembling finger in anger and pointed at Gleeward. "Let me tell you, you stupid cripple …
"From now on …"
The poor seamstress had a sorrowful expression on her face, as if her life had come to an end.
"I really f * cking fell in love with the gallows!"
Kurtz looked at Thales with a look of disdain. She stared at his dusty face, which was a combination of luxurious clothes and luxurious accessories. "It's telling everyone that you're that damned prince." Thales looked at Kurtz, who was standing in front of her, with a face full of disdain.
Thales shrugged and ignored her malice. He stayed away from a bunch of women's summer dresses with strange styles and readily grabbed a set of shabby and ugly linen clothes.
He removed the complicated leather belt and replaced it with the simplest and cheapest belt made of coarse cloth. He kicked off his leather boots and put on the linen clothes he had not touched for a long time. He then picked up a pair of scissors and cut his hair into the shape of a bird's nest.
That was not all. Thales also wrapped the dagger scabbard, which had the words "A king does not rely on his bloodline" written on it, in circles and circles of inferior black cloth, until its original appearance could not be seen. He then folded the map of Renaissance Palace flat and stuffed it into the lining of his clothes with the black cloth. He was prepared to use his tattered needles and thread to sew it tight.
As for the Blood Fang Bracelet the Night Queen left him, he simply wore it on his wrist.
It was made into a beast fang accessory.
Finally, Thales finished changing his clothes according to the standards of a child beggar.
He walked to the mirror and saw an unfamiliar teenager.
Thales nodded in satisfaction. He felt that he looked like a normal boy from the suburbs.
"How is it? Is this okay? "
However, when Thales turned his head and looked at Gleeward and Kurtz, who were deep in thought …
"Haih." Gleeward sighed while he sat on the wheelchair.
He placed his hand on his forehead and said, "Is there any way to improve it?"
Thales was stunned.
"Of course." Kurtz stared at Thales, who was dressed in coarse sackcloth. Her sharp face was filled with worry. "I have a way to make sure that even his mother won't be able to recognize him."
Gleeward's eyes lit up.
But Kurtz pointed at the J1 behind the door.
Her next words caused the veteran's eyes to darken again.
"Take this and cut off his entire face."
Thales opened his mouth. "Huh?"
Under Thales' stunned gaze, Kurtz sighed and shook her head. She crossed her arms and sized Thales up. "His skin is too soft and too white. One look and you can tell that he's a noble who lives like a prince. He's also not as tall as a normal Northlander … He'll be recognized no matter what he wears."
The woman shook her head in pain. "Something like sneaking out of the city …"
The three of them sighed at the same time.
"Dung cart." Gleeward frowned and said something that shocked Thales. "Summon 'Sh * t Man' Ange here. Hide him in the dung we transport every day and let him follow the cart out of the city."
'Excrement cart?
Hide in …
What? '
Thales' eyebrows twitched. "Wait, you're talking about —"
Gleeward ignored him. "Just find a reed or wooden tube so that he can breathe …"
Fortunately, Kurtz's next words made his expression soften a little.
"No, Ange was locked up again today."
Gleeward's expression tensed, but he then gritted his teeth and said,
"Then look for 'Quick Whip' Fallon. They have to transport the excrement.
We have to stuff him in! "
Thales' expression became very unpleasant again.
But Kurtz shook her head again.
"Do you know how 'Sh * t Man' was locked up?"
The seamstress spread her hands. "When Ange drove the cart out of the city for the sixth time today, the patrolling team at the city gate pinched their noses and used their swords to poke and check bucket after bucket. In the end, they found ten packets of smuggled Crystal Drops hidden in the excrement."
Gleeward took a few seconds to digest the information in this sentence.
"How did they …"
He first widened his eyes in surprise, then he slapped his thigh in anger. "F * ck."
Kurtz scratched her chest nonchalantly and shook her head. "Hide in the excrement cart and leave the city? There's no way. "
"What a pity." Thales pretended to sigh regretfully and patted his chest in secret.
Kurtz seemed to have seen through his thoughts. She cast him a sideways glance and snorted in disdain.
Thales smiled embarrassedly and raised his hand to change the topic. "Is there no other way?"
The wheelchair and the seamstress pondered and did not say a word.
In a few seconds, Gleeward's face turned from green to white, then from white to red.
Finally, Gleeward slammed his fist on the table!
"There's no other choice," the veteran said resolutely, "Take the Black Track."
Thales was puzzled. 'Black Track?'
Kurtz widened her eyes.
"Again?"
The seamstress shook her head firmly. "No, half of that damn tunnel has already collapsed … Remember the last time? We almost died in there for three hundred gold coins — "
"This is the only way." Gleeward's gaze was firm as he interrupted her, "There's no other way."
Kurtz looked at him solemnly.
After a while, her gaze softened, and she turned around.
"I understand. I'll go and find someone now."
But when Kurtz was halfway through her turn, she turned her head back again and frowned.
"There's another problem. From today onwards, the patrol team has also set up a sentry post in Shield District."
Gleeward's gaze became fierce. "Where?"
Kurtz looked troubled. "It's not far from the Black Track. We can't avoid it. It's said that it's the place where King Nuven died. The higher-ups feel that we need to keep a close eye on it."
Thales could clearly see Gleeward's expression change rapidly.
"F * ck them. Those bastards still dare to touch Shield District after they've taken the loot …"
Kurtz shrugged and scratched her neck. "'White Pig' Peck is in charge of that sentry post. I gave him six copper coins, and he told me the truth. The disciplinary hall didn't want to come either. No one wants to break the tacit agreement between us, but this is an order from the Star Killer, Nicholas."
Gleeward was stunned. "Who?"
Kurtz smiled in an ugly manner, and there was a helpless expression on her face. "You rejected him in front of so many people during the day, and even called him a 'Star Manipulator'. Do you remember? If it wasn't because he owed you a favor, that lunatic would have captured you a long time ago.
"I'm guessing … this is retribution for your foul mouth?"
Gleeward slapped his thigh angrily.
"F * ck the Star Manipulator! Disgusting dead face, shameless lackey, serves him right for not being able to be promoted even if he has to lick our balls for the rest of his life! "
Kurtz crossed her arms and pushed up her magnificent chest. Only then did she comfortably press her arms against her ribs. She looked at Gleeward as if she was looking at a child.
Thales frowned as he listened to them discussing one of the famous Five War Generals, the captain of the Archduke's Personal Guards of Dragon Clouds City, Lord Nicholas in a disrespectful manner. He nodded in agreement.
A few seconds later, Gleeward regained his composure and mumbled, "Can we bribe Peck?
"Can we bribe Peck? I remember he's from Shield District?"
Kurtz shook her head and said, "Peck has more than ten men under him. It's three thousand gold coins. I can guarantee that they remember the prince's portrait better than their wives' faces. Not everyone dreams of going to the gallows like me."
She cast a disdainful glance at Gleeward. "Not everyone sees money as' dung 'like you do …"
"Dung. Oh, right." Gleeward raised his head abruptly. "Through the dung cart?"
Thales' heart tensed again.
"Can't you fill your head with something other than dung?"
Kurtz stared at Gleeward in disdain, saving the frightened prince from the fate of having to hide his body to pee and poop.
"Driving a dung cart to collect dung at the edge of an uninhabited cliff? Do you believe that? "
Gleeward lowered his head again and sighed deeply.
"Is there any way to sneak past and get close to the Black Track?"
Thales' face darkened.
'No way.
'If this doesn't work …'
At that moment …
* Bang! *
Gleeward slammed his palm on the table.
"Kurtz …"
The man on the wheelchair scratched his chin. "You just said … this person's skin is too white, and he's too short …"
Kurtz was stunned. "Huh?"
Thales was puzzled as well.
The next moment, Gleeward's eyes brightened. He raised his head and extended his hand. He instinctively patted Kurtz, and accidentally touched her chest.
The puzzled Kurtz seemed to be used to it. She did not feel any anger from being violated. She followed his gaze to the ceiling and was immediately stunned.
Thales, who did not know what was going on, slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of their gazes.
'That's …
'That's …'
Thales' heart trembled, and his face turned pale!
An ominous premonition immediately rose in his heart.
He forced a smile with all his might and looked at the two Northlanders. His face twitched. "Mister Gleeward, Madam Kurtz, what … are you thinking?"
The next moment, Gleeward and Kurtz lowered their heads and turned to Thales.
The man and woman revealed strange smiles at the same time.
"Will it work?" Gleeward asked with a cold smile on his face.
"We'll find out." Kurtz had a satisfied expression on her face.
The atmosphere in the room changed.
Thales' heart beat faster and faster.
For the first time, he regretted escaping from Heroic Spirit Palace.
'This …
'This, this, this …'
"My dear, respected, and beautiful prince." The seamstress reached out and pulled down the thing on top of her head. She picked up a pair of scissors and cut the air with a 'click'. She smiled maliciously and said, "A dung cart or this …"
"Which one will you choose?"
Time seemed to have stopped for a long time.
Thales stared at the clothes in Kurtz's hands in a daze.
'That …
'That …'
He blinked. His gaze was fixed on Kurtz's hands, and he felt his entire body tremble.
The Sin of Hell's River that would only appear in a life and death situation surged madly into his limbs.
He saw the seamstress' hands.
'That's a …
Wrinkled …
Woman's long dress.
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