"That dead man's face who only knows how to behead is so gentle and gentle."

Thales heard that terrifying breath, accompanied by the chattering sound of his upper and lower teeth.

"Send the message back," Griveaux said coldly:

"I may not be able to protect my territory, my brother."

"But I'm very good at holding grudges."

"From today on, anything happens on my turf, and I mean anything, like the little girl across from me lost her doll, or my neighbor's dog missing a bone from his bowl...

"

"I will remember it on your heads."

Thumb, thump, thump.

It sounded like a heavy tapping of the index finger on the forehead.

That trembling breath was already shaking.

"You'd better pray that the Shield District and Hammer District are safe and prosperous, otherwise..."

"In return...I will tear every one of you alive, no matter where he hides, no matter how high his status is."

"Just like what you saw."

thump!

There was a sound of a human body falling to the ground.

"Get out." Grivet said slowly, his voice as cold as frost.

The next second, in the rapid and trembling breath, a panicked footstep sounded, turning over countless debris along the way, and there was also the sound of a lot of clothes rubbing against the ground.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Behind the wall, Thales breathed out quietly.

Fortunately, he only felt that his heartbeat was a little fast: it was over.

Now, just wait for the wheelchair to leave...

"Hello!"

The rude male voice sounded again.

It has more of a lazy meaning.

"The one listening in the corner," Grivet's deep voice reached Thales's ears clearly and unmistakably:

"How long are you going to hide?"

Thales felt a little chill in his heart.

What?

He touched his stiff neck, raised his head with a dull expression, and looked at the low wall in front of him that completely blocked him.

calm.

Calm down, Thales.

The prince pursed his lips with luck: Maybe you're not talking about me?

"snort."

"Stop pretending, that guy behind the wall," Grewal seemed to squeeze his fist, and there was a scary crisp sound: "Watching the excitement is fun, isn't it?"

"Hey, if you wait for me to catch you out, you won't be so lucky."

The prince closed his eyes, full of helplessness.

Thales took a deep breath.

Think on the bright side, Thales.

It's late at night now, this is an almost abandoned shield area, and that guy can't possibly be someone who happened to be walking here.

Moreover, what I just heard from Griveau was that he was probably traveling alone and was surrounded by his opponents here.

And coming all the way to this place late at night shows...

Thales adjusted his breathing, convinced himself with that reason over and over again, and then took a step forward resolutely.

Out of the narrow alley.

The cold wind blew, and the exaggerated temperature difference between day and night in the North made Thales flinch.

Outside the alleyway, a dilapidated and desolate scene appeared in front of him.

But what really caught his eye was the mess in front of him.

Thales stared blankly at this scene in the night: a dozen corpses fell motionless on the ground or stuck to the wall, with different postures, and their expressions were frozen at the last moment, either in horror, fear, or anger.

Some of their hands and feet were deformed, some had bent bodies, and some even had their internal organs spilled all over the place. They looked particularly ferocious and strange against the backdrop of the dark night and bright moon.

Several torches fell feebly to the ground, burning tenaciously, barely providing some illumination.

Thales's foot slipped: he accidentally stepped on a pool of blood.

It's like a wild slaughterhouse.

In this scene that made people hold their breath, Thales swallowed hard and saw clearly the only person still alive: a strong man sitting on the ground, silently bandaging the wound on his shoulder.

.

Through the faint firelight and moonlight, Thales saw the other party's biggest feature at a glance: he had no legs.

Rolf's legs were still up to his knees, but the rugged man in front of him had half-empty trousers below his thighs, and his trousers were tied in two knots, indicating his past misfortune.

Thales frowned slightly.

The man named Griwal snorted coldly. He bit the bandaging strip and raised his head with all his strength: "Tell me, coming here late at night, are you sent by Nikolai, Urad, or someone else?"

……Huh?"

There was doubt in Grivet's eyes.

Through the light, Thales saw his face as expected: there was nothing in Grivet's left eye socket, leaving only a dark hole.

There is only a round hole left under his short hair where his left ear should be.

It's like an ear has been cut off completely.

Thales was stunned.

"A little brat?"

The strong man frowned, doubtful.

As Grivet spoke, he used his left hand with only three fingers to pull up one corner of the cloth, and bit the other corner in his mouth. His right hand was firmly on the ground, helping the only half of his rickety body to maintain balance and fight for his life.

Prick the wound.

A touch of sadness filled Thales's heart.

this person……

There are only "half" people left.

"Hey! Don't be distracted, you brat!"

Thales' expression changed. He came back to his senses and scratched his forehead: "Actually, I'm almost fourteen years old..."

"They are really children," Grivet shook his head and snorted: "What, is child labor common? Gee, people nowadays, how can they be so cruel."

cruel?

Looking at Griwal sitting among the corpses on the ground, Thales could only smile helplessly.

Grivet's face is flat but his nose is quite high, and his face is covered with unkempt stubble, which makes people suspect that he cut it randomly with a table knife.

I saw that he had bandaged the wound and grabbed it back with his left hand. There was a rolling sound of friction in the darkness.

A wooden wheelchair was pulled beside the man.

Grievor gritted his teeth, fixed the wheelchair on the edge of a protruding stone slab, grabbed the arm of the chair with his left hand, and firmly supported the ground with his right hand.

He raised half of his body from the ground and leaned towards the wheelchair tremblingly, trying to get into the wheelchair.

Thales was moved in his heart. Looking at his laborious movements, he was about to step forward to help.

But the next moment, Grievo fought back with his actions: the strong man grunted, and his powerful right arm seemed to burst out with infinite power, and pushed hard on the ground!

The next second, the rude man rose steadily into the air.

Just as Thales stepped out, he suddenly stopped.

As the wheelchair shuddered, Grivet fell into it accurately.

Grewal leaned back in the wheelchair, exhaled a sigh of relief, glanced contemptuously at the corpses on the ground, and showed a cold smile.

At this moment, Thales suddenly realized that although the other party looked disabled, he even only had half of his body left.
To be continued...