"Hey."

"Urad is gone, but his stink is still in this city and has not dissipated." Thales was deeply impressed by the man's tough and rough voice, and he felt more and more like he had seen this man before.

:

"If I report it to the White Blade Guards, guess what the consequences will be?"

A longer silence than ever before lingered between the two parties.

White Blade Guards.

Really bad.

Caught in this confrontation, Thales only felt that the atmosphere was getting worse. He looked around anxiously, but was disappointed to find that there were only two ways to leave this alleyway: either sneak out of the narrow gap and come here.

Either get in front of the two parties, or step on the rubble and broken wood from the other side, and run over the wall in an earth-shattering high-profile manner.

Neither option is a good idea.

After a long time, the cold voice from the crowd on the other side sighed slowly.

"There have been no White Blade Guards for a long time, Grievor," his words were very soft, but with bad intentions: "From the day when disaster struck and the dragon reappeared..."

"The late king is dead and times have changed. Neither Exeter nor Longxiao City are the same as before."

These words that sounded in the dark night made Thales slightly startled.

He probably figured out the identities of both parties.

Their status may not be very high, but they should not be ignored in Longxiao City. They affect the lives of many people and are closely connected and closely related to the official middle-level officials such as the patrol team.

Thales felt a long-lost familiarity with this kind of person.

Sure enough, the next second, the rude man named Grivet said coldly:

"So you just found a new master?"

He snorted, with deep disdain: "Why, Charmaine Rombard's stuff is so delicious, you guys even rush to line up to take a sip when you're passing by?"

"Damn..." One of them seemed to be unable to hold back his temper and took a step forward, but he was immediately stopped back.

"Quiet!" This time it was the third voice. He seemed to be the one who spoke with the most weight besides his cold voice.

His words were obviously much more cautious, and he sounded like he was discussing: "I know, Boss Grivet, we usually don't interfere with each other and have a tacit understanding with each other, but this time..."

But Grivet didn't seem to buy it at all. His rough voice interrupted the other party:

"Then get lost."

Grivet's rude voice was both ugly and harsh: "I don't care how important that prince is, I don't care who assassinated the parricide, I don't care what nonsense the Palace of Heroes is playing, I don't care you black men

Whose balls are the dogs licking? I don’t care whose bones you have to collect to get involved, and I don’t care whether you want to rebel or want to be promoted to a noble position. What I care about is one and only one thing: you dogs

Son of a bitch”

Thales bit his lower lip: Sure enough, his disappearance triggered a series of chaos in Longxiao City, and even affected these...

Just listen to Grivet slamming his fists and growling:

"Stay away from my territory!"

This sentence immediately caused the crowd opposite to explode.

"This old cripple..." There was a sound of a blade piercing wood.

"We should give him some color..." A few malicious sneers.

"Let me tell you," one person said unhappily.

But all these people's words stopped abruptly.

It seemed that he was stopped by his leader.

Just when Thales breathed a sigh of relief and thought the conflict was over...

"Griwal, Griwal, Griwal, the famous Griwal."

It's that leader, that cold voice.

"It is rumored that Grivet can compete with the 'Five Generals'," his voice came faintly from outside the fire-lit alley, "you lost one of your legs in the disaster six years ago."

"I can never stand up again."

Six years ago, you lost both legs?

six years ago.

Thales caught the word.

Grivet was silent for a few seconds.

"Ha, you said my legs were lame decades ago," the man with a rude tone showed no sign of weakness, and his laughter was still easy and easy: "Six years ago, I thought they were an eyesore, so I gave them to them.

Sawed."

"do you have any opinion?"

The breeze blew through the narrow cracks in the alleyway, making a low whistling sound.

Just listen to the cold man continue: "Not only that, you also lost an eye."

"Losed half my sight."

"Eye?" Grewal's voice suddenly rose:

"Hey, I think it's stuck in my eye socket and it's too much for my head, so I might as well take it off."

Several muffled sounds were heard, as if he flicked his forehead.

The cold voice laughed out loud.

"Also, you only have three fingers left on your left hand."

"Whether it's a clenched fist or a weapon, there's nothing you can do."

Grivet replied nonchalantly: "Hey, haven't you ever picked your nose? Don't you think it's more convenient?"

Hearing these words, Thales frowned deeply.

The lonely figure outside the wall...

What kind of man is he?

The cold man ignored Grivet and continued: "Not only that, in that disaster, you suffered heavy casualties. Count how many brothers you buried with your own hands in the Shield Zone six years ago?"

This time, Grivet was silent for a long time.

long time.

It seemed like it was silent.

Another gust of wind blew by, and the firelight outside the alleyway trembled slightly.

The man named Grivet took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"My brothers are all made of iron." His slightly lower voice came from the air, but he still refused to show weakness.

Griwal's voice was slightly trembling: "Yeah, if we really have to fight, one against ten, it's just commonplace."

There was only silence in response to him.

Thales listened quietly and sketched the image of this man in his mind: he had lost both legs, an eye, and his left hand was disabled.

Rude, without manners or education, and full of gangsterism.

However, he is also bold, stubborn and tough-tongued.

After a while, the cold voice began to chuckle: "Hmm, hum, hum..."

"Don't make me laugh, Grewal, look at how disabled you are now. Not to mention holding the soul-killing gun, you can't even stand up, and you have to rely on a wheelchair to walk..."

In response, Grivet took a sip of disdain.

"Look around again, look at this place that has been plowed by disasters and giant beasts: poor, dilapidated, decayed, pitiful, despicable, this shield area that you rely on for a living and are proud of."

The cold man tutted: "Look at this miserable situation. Not only has your shield area never recovered, it's getting worse and worse. I heard that you don't even have enough manpower to watch the Liuying brothel? Not to mention that you still have to take care of those people."

Brother’s orphaned family members, maybe you should call your wives and daughters to help, you know, you can also make some ‘extra money’ while watching the show?”

There were bursts of jeers from the crowd.

This time, Thales didn't hear Grivet's rebuttal.

"Think it through."

"It's no longer your time now, old cripple," the cold man's words contained an implicit threat:

"If you insist on refusing to see the reality clearly and keep trying, you will only end up destroying yourself and hurting everyone around you."

Footsteps sounded, as if that cold man was slowly pacing forward.

Thales heard Grivet's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

"We didn't go to war with you, not because we were afraid of you, but you seem to look down on us? Why, do you think you are still a prestigious extreme epee infantryman, think you are still the respected boss Grievo, and are still in Longxiao City?
To be continued...