Under the sunlight, Thales stared at the smiling Moriah in a daze.
He pondered over his shocking words.
A few seconds later, the Prince of Constellation exhaled and smiled.
"When did you learn how to flatter people?"
"Flatter people?"
Moriah snorted softly. Faint nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
"Six years ago."
Moriah looked at the sky and sighed with emotion.
"When I was beaten up by a few street thugs in Vallier Gang and was on the verge of death, I trembled and crawled to the roadside to beg for food from passersby.
"I learned it."
Thales' smile faded away.
'Is that so?'
He stared at Moriah, who was disheveled and covered in wounds, but still smiled.
He imagined the man's past.
'So, in the past six years, when I faced the watchful gazes of Lisban and the Star Killer in Heroic Spirit Palace …
'This man …'
Thales suddenly remembered what Moriah said.
"'You have to smile, Thales, because life is heavy enough …
"'You have to smile to make it lighter."'
When he thought of this, the way Thales looked at Moriah was no longer the same.
He took a deep breath and tried to make his farewell sound more relaxed.
"Then why can't you sell your business of getting people to save money?"
Moriah's expression immediately froze.
Thales looked at him with the ghost of a smile.
Moriah lowered his head and scratched his hair, which was covered in dust and sand, and seemed to have lost some of its color.
A few seconds later, his cheeks relaxed.
"Alright, as a sincere farewell before I leave …"
Moriah raised his head again and showed a rare look of relief.
"Twenty-nine."
Thales did not understand.
"What?"
Moriah chuckled, and there was something else in his gaze when he looked at Thales.
"Over the past two months, I helped Tampa get twenty-nine clients who saved money for insurance."
'What?'
Thales was stunned for a second.
"Twenty-nine?"
The prince immediately registered what he meant and said in shock,
"But I remember Kant, he's your —"
Moriah chuckled and finished his sentence.
"The pitiful, painstakingly begging for your first business deal?"
Thales nodded skeptically.
When he saw the puzzled Thales, Moriah shrugged.
"Yes, but …"
The man nicknamed Quick Rope showed a hint of shrewdness.
"That's what they all thought when they came to me in private."
Thales was stunned.
Was that what they all thought?
"But last night, you were crying to me in the tavern when you were drunk …" He recalled subconsciously.
Moriah sighed and cast the teenager a glance filled with pity and resignation.
"Yes, because you were supposed to be the thirtieth business deal."
"A young noble who is compassionate and has some money can make up for Kant's loss, be it eating him raw or skinning him, exporting him or selling him."
Thales stared blankly at the young man in front of him.
What did he say?
The thirtieth deal …
Eat it raw, skin it …
Export, sell …
Moriah reacted. He looked away apologetically and scratched his chin.
"Sorry, it's an insider's term."
"But Tampa said that you're a friend of his old acquaintance, and your identity is obviously not ordinary, so we let you go. We want to observe you a little longer and make sure that you don't continue with your act, whether it's drugs, trickery, or something else."
Thales was stunned.
He suddenly remembered the tavern owner Tampa's "first lesson" and his "Western Desert Old Beer".
'An insider' …
'Tricks …
Drugs, trickery …
'Wait.
This guy … '
As he slowly figured it out, Thales stared at Moriah with an even stranger gaze.
So, when Quick Rope knocked out Dean and needed to get rid of the evidence, the first person he thought of was Tampa.
Because …
Because they were together to begin with …
They swindled and deceived …
A gang?
Thales' expression instantly became extremely unpleasant.
He stared at Moriah, who looked innocent, in disbelief.
"But Dante's Greatsword, they won't let you do that …"
Moriah coughed.
"Captain Louisa, do you remember?"
Thales was stunned again. He then remembered the female warrior who led the mercenary group.
Louisa Dante.
Moriah showed an awkward smile.
"According to the rules, if a sword seller picks up a 'white pig' in the desert and eats it raw and exports it, such as to Blood Bottle Gang or White Prison, then Louisa can get twenty percent of the profit from Tampa."
'What?'
Thales froze again.
'Picked up.
'White pig.
'Share?'
"If she cooperates with Tampa's act and 'skinning' and 'selling it' in the camp, she gets twenty and a half.
"She can even sell it directly to Mickey's Barren Bone Tribe. They have a way to the west, but it's much more complicated. My level is not high enough."
Moriah touched his ear and rubbed his hands up and down as if he had nowhere to put them. He seemed a little embarrassed.
"Under very rare circumstances, we will only … take you in as one of us."
Thales' cheeks were frozen in place. He could only maintain the twitching smile mechanically.
Moriah helplessly pointed at Blade Fangs Camp in the distance.
"But Big Dean has always insisted that he will not 'cash' you immediately. He will wait until you enter the camp before making any plans.
"Of course, now we know why."
'Cash.'
Thales stared at Moriah in a daze.
One second.
Two seconds.
The young man in front of him bared his teeth and still had that simple-minded, silly smile on his face.
But from this moment on, Thales could no longer see simplicity and clumsiness in his eyes.
Instead, it was cunning and treacherous.
"I told you, whether it's the Great Desert or Blade Fangs Camp …"
Moriah glanced at Thales' expression and tried his best to put on a helpless expression. He smiled awkwardly.
"They're all very dangerous."
Thales realized that he could no longer speak.
He could only stand there in a daze.
His thoughts were a mess.
'So …'
'Louisa Dante, the female mercenary leader who had a hearty smile and did not flinch even when facing the orcs. She looked bright and responsible.
'And this seemingly innocent and funny newcomer, Quick Rope, who I always thought was "in charge of telling jokes".
'And Dante's Greatsword, who saved him.
'Routine.
'It's all f * cking routine.'
At that moment, Thales only felt lost.
'From the baron leading the group.
'To the mercenaries at the bottom.
'So, Blade Fangs Camp is really …
'The people are simple and honest.'
Thales' lips twitched as he thought with a complicated expression.
But the gloom did not linger around the prince for long.
A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath and got rid of the gloom in his heart. He laughed involuntarily in front of the surprised Moriah.
"Hahaha …"
In the face of the surprised and bewildered Moriah, Thales, who was laughing nonstop, suddenly realized that after he experienced everything, when he turned his head around to dig out the details of these trivial incidents, what occupied his heart was no longer the indignation and anger he once felt.
Instead, it was relief, which he had not felt for a long time.
And open-mindedness.
"Hahahaha …"
It was as if the twists and turns and uneasiness of the past six years had disappeared with these few laughs.
It was no longer heavy.
'So …
'This is me.'
"Hahaha …"
Thales' laughter gradually turned into laughter. It shocked Moriah so much that his expression gradually changed. He almost thought that Thales had gone mad.
Finally, after a few seconds, Thales stopped laughing and looked at Moriah again, who had a strange expression on his face.
"So, your experience in Camus Union was still helpful to you, right?"
Moriah's expression darkened.
"Yes."
The other prince nodded. His gaze was obscure.
"It was very helpful.
At least, I'm getting closer to renting my first ship. "
Moriah looked up and chased away the gloominess in his eyes. It was replaced with optimism and elation that Thales was familiar with.
"And I am very certain that neither my father nor my elder brother can do this. At least, not when they don't have titles."
He narrowed his eyes, pointed at Thales, and flashed a cunning smile.
"It's the same for you."
Thales looked at him and laughed again.
But this time, Moriah also laughed with him.
After an unknown amount of time, Thales put away his smile and said with a profound tone,
"Did you know, Moriah Walton?"
The sudden appearance of his full name, as well as his real name, caused the man who was laughing to freeze for a moment. He stopped and listened to Thales' next words.
"You are probably the most special and possibly the most amazing prince in Eckstedt's history."
Moriah lowered his head and remained silent.
Thales stared at him carefully.
"Wrong."
A few seconds later, Moriah raised his head again and revealed his white teeth, which were unique to Northlanders.
"My name is …
"Quick Rope."
I'm a sailor … and a sword peddler. "
'Quick Rope.'
Thales fell silent.
He stared at the smug and happy Quick Rope, and an indescribable emptiness suddenly rose in his heart.
'Moriah Walton, he's Quick Rope.
'Then …
'What about me?
Thales Jadestar.
'Who is he?'
A few gusts of sand swept past the empty space.
Thales stared at Quick Rope for a long time before he finally nodded and swung his right arm.
In the next second, Quick Rope subconsciously caught the thing Thales threw at him!
Quick Rope looked at the weapon in his arms and raised his head in surprise.
"What is this?"
Thales smiled and pointed at the Crossbow of Time that he threw into Quick Rope's arms.
"Your thirtieth business deal."
'Thirtieth …'
Quick Rope was stunned for a few seconds before he asked in disbelief,
"Are … are you sure?
You know this … "
Thales hummed in acknowledgment and nodded.
"This thing has always been a Northlander's.
And I don't want to worry about when I will be killed by it. "
When they mentioned this secret, both of them fell silent for a while.
Quick Rope sighed, but he moved quickly and carried the crossbow without hesitation.
"As a calamity … um, you're really generous."
'Generous.'
Thales snickered.
"Yeah."
'Anyway, I'm not the generous one.'
Quick Rope snorted softly, as if he knew what Thales was thinking.
"Don't be smug."
The Prince of Constellation looked at Quick Rope as if he wanted to size up this unqualified 'colleague' he met in the desert from head to toe.
He sighed and said, "If I die, according to the rules, you will have to pay a lot of compensation."
Quick Rope put away his smile and looked back at him quietly.
'Pay a lot of compensation …
'Is that so?'
"Then …"
Quick Rope said faintly,
"Don't die."
'Don't die.'
The two of them stood quietly and remained silent for a while.
A few seconds later, Thales said softly,
"Alright."
For some reason, Thales suddenly felt that …
'This is my final farewell.'
The Prince of Constellation exhaled.
"And you, don't forget, the Secret Room wants you, and Lampard wants your life."
Thales looked at Quick Rope seriously.
"Don't get caught."
This time, Quick Rope was also silent for a while.
He looked at the bruises on Thales' face and answered slowly,
"Alright."
There was a breeze.
"So, we have no more problems?" Thales asked faintly.
Quick Rope looked at him with a profound gaze and nodded.
"Yes."
But just when Thales and Quick Rope were speechless and the sentimental atmosphere of parting was about to overflow …
* Thud! *
An arm suddenly wrapped itself around Quick Rope from behind!
"Don't bother His Highness, we still have a long way to go …"
Tardin of the Royal Guards appeared out of nowhere, and under Thales' astonishment and Quick Rope's struggle, he forcefully dragged Quick Rope away without giving him any chance to say anything!
"Don't worry, Your Highness, we will take good care of him!"
Tardin gritted his teeth as he dragged Quick Rope. He seemed to have a deep grudge against Quick Rope.
Thales watched in surprise as Quick Rope struggled for help while he waved goodbye to him.
"Ah, um, Thales …"
The confused Prince of Constellation could only nod subconsciously.
"Oh, that's good …"
But Tardin's tone suddenly changed, and he was filled with worry.
"And, um, Your Highness …"
With a hint of hesitation and hesitation, Tardin wanted to say something, but stopped.
Thales raised his eyebrows in doubt.
However, Tardin looked at Quick Rope suspiciously, then at Thales nervously. In the end, he hardened his heart and said earnestly,
"You're getting old, you should find a …"
"I have a girlfriend."
Huh?
Thales was stunned.
Tardin squeezed his eyes in a troubled manner.
"You know … women."
The confused Thales blinked.
But before he could answer, Tardin forcefully grabbed Quick Rope and placed him on his shoulder. He then carried Quick Rope and jogged towards the Royal Guards!
"My good nephew Wya, right? We haven't seen each other for so long - come, let me see! "
"Ah ah ah, you are my uncle, uncle? Am I right? No, no, no — Uncle, don't! "
Tardin's enraged roars and Quick Rope's wails rose and fell as they watched Thales in a daze from afar.
The prince laughed involuntarily when he understood something.
He suddenly noticed that the Royal Guards who had left were divided into two sides.
On one side, Barney Junior, Beldin, and the others watched in annoyance as Tardin and Quick Rope dashed towards them.
On the other side, Zakriel's figure drifted alone on the sand. He gradually walked further away under the morning light, and he did not turn his head back.
They were like two lines that started from the same point, and they gradually moved further and further away in different directions.
They no longer met.
This made Thales fall into deep thought.
In the other direction, the mercenaries from Blood Whistle also retreated. Before Ricky left, he gave Thales a profound look, and Thales could not help but be stunned.
'That guy …'
* Whoosh! *
At this moment, a sharp sound that was different from before came from the sky!
"Alert!"
The cavaliers in the distance immediately moved. They got on their horses and got into a mobile formation.
Thales could not help but feel nervous.
The Legendary Wing frowned.
Then, a messenger knight ran over from afar and shouted,
"Withdraw the alert!
Friendly forces! "
The nervous cavaliers then withdrew their alert and returned to normal.
But soon, in the direction of the sharp sound, two fast horses were approaching from afar, quickly galloping over.
Thales looked at the two fast horses in puzzlement. The two men on the horses were dressed lightly, and they did not look like soldiers.
But in the next second, the voice that immediately traveled into his ears caused his expression to change drastically.
"This is the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department!"
The man on the horse galloped over with a scroll held high. He stared at the people who scattered under the sand dune in the distance. His voice was filled with anger and indignation.
"In the name of King Kessel and Lord Morat Hansen!"
"All suspects and targets present here …
"No one is allowed to leave!"
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