Facts have proved that Grivet is indeed a local snake in the Shield District. Even at night, even if he has difficulty moving, and even though the Shield District is a maze-like ruin with few people, the veteran can still find the paths without any mistakes.

Eight circuits found a way out.

Under the moonlight, Thales quietly lowered his head and followed behind him, pretending to be a wheelchair pusher for Grievo, watching Grievo walk through the streets and alleys without any hindrance as if he were in his own backyard.

Fences, and even signals and gestures to different people living in every corner.

Thales kicked a stone away from his feet and patted the dust on his body, with a slight emotion in his heart: He hadn't felt like this for a long time.

Especially since the Shield District had turned into such a desolate scene, it reminded him of the days when he begged in the smelly ditches and alleys of Yongxing City a long time ago.

It wasn't until they came to a bungalow with mottled bricks and stones that Grivet coughed and knocked on the door four times, twice quickly and twice slowly.

Thales heard in surprise: there was a crackling sound coming from the house.

Like someone fell off the bed?

There were footsteps behind the door, and then an impatient female voice came.

"For Haoyue's sake!"

"If you want to buy goods, you can't go there tomorrow morning..."

Griwal in the wheelchair said dullly:

"Kurz, it's me."

The sound from behind the door stopped.

As the wooden door opened, a sleepy face appeared in front of them.

This is a woman in her thirties, with long messy hair, looking down at Griwal, wearing thin clothes, her eyes are misty, and the spring on her chest is vaguely visible.

She looked like she had just woken up and looked at the two people in front of the door without knowing why.

Thales politely moved his eyes away from her uncovered chest, suppressed his doubts about "who is she", and looked at Griwal.

Grewal snorted coldly: "Tell me, Kurtz, you didn't drink...otherwise I would have to wake you up."

He forgot to take a look inside the room: "It's also best not to have any girls come to you for 'measurement'."

"Just because you're such a courageless lame? You still don't know who is fucking whom," 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 the Shield District... Wait a minute.

."

After seeing the person in front of her clearly, the woman's expression changed.

Her hand on the back of the door dropped, followed by the sound of heavy metal hitting the ground.

"You are hurt……"

"I have a bad feeling, the cripple is just like the first time we met," the woman named Kurtz put on a dejected face, but her eyes shifted to Grivet's wound wrapped with a cloth bandage, and she suddenly frowned

A wrinkle:

"Are you being targeted again?"

Grivet nodded with a gloomy expression.

"It's still the same idiots from the market in the Sword District."

The veteran tapped his wound and said disdainfully: "This time, they brought real ones."

Kurtz leaned against the door frame and scratched his face with his palm, as if to wipe away the sleepiness.

"I got it, I'll sew it up for you," she sighed, looked around carefully, and said with annoyance on her face: "Longxiao City is in such a mess, they still have the time to mess with you...fuck you

of."

Thales looked curiously at this messy woman who was full of foul language and had an alluring figure, wondering about her relationship with Griwal.

"And you, lame man, I've said it a hundred times, now is no better than before," Kurtz raised his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said earnestly: "Don't go out alone at night, at least bring..."

"Hey," Grewal interrupted her with a serious look in his eyes:

"I've dealt with it and taught them a little lesson."

Kurtz looked at Grievor's expression and became slightly annoyed.

She asked tentatively:

"Your 'little lesson'?"

Grivet made no reply.

Thales thought of the slaughterhouse he had just seen, and blinked helplessly towards the corner where no one could see him.

yes.

A little lesson.

Kurtz seemed to understand what the other party meant, and then narrowed his eyes: "I understand."

"Then the war begins."

"Till death."

Her face became solemn, she lowered her head and thought carefully: "I'll go find Falon right away. Although the city is under martial law, I think we can get a hundred good people before dawn, and there will be fifty more after dawn.

...We can catch you off guard..."

Thales's heart suddenly moved: What?

This woman is also... "coming out to fool around"?

Griveaux coughed and interjected: "Before that, I have other things to do."

"They wouldn't have thought that we would counterattack so quickly. The patrol team is busy..." Kurtz muttered about the gang war to himself. When he heard Grievor's words, he was slightly startled and raised his eyes: "Don't

Something?"

Only then did Kurtz notice the young man behind Griwal.

She subconsciously tightened the thin clothes on her chest, looked at the nine-pointed star emblem on Thales' shoulder, and frowned in confusion: "Wait, who is this kid? Is he a noble?"

"he?"

"Come and meet Kurtz, Thales," Grievor turned his head, looked at Thales, and leisurely stretched out his hand to Kurtz: "The most unlucky tailor in the North, Dr. Zhi."

The veteran pointed to an ugly scar on his arm and sneered:

"My specialty is sewing."

Thales smiled awkwardly at Kurtz: "Hey, hello."

Kurtz, a tailor and doctor, looked suspicious: "Okay?"

Grivet turned around and sneered as if he was mocking himself: "Don't guess he is that prince."

Kurtz didn't react and asked in confusion: "Which prince?"

Grivet snorted.

"Which other prince could it be?"

The man in the wheelchair grinned: "Wherever you go..."

"The unlucky one..."

"Prince of the Stars."

Thales coughed quietly and pretended not to hear.

The next moment, the prince saw as expected: the confusion on Kurtz's face turned into shock, and he froze in place.

In the house, Thales was sitting on a chair, chewing on the extremely unpalatable rye bread that had been saved for about a quarter, and looked at this similarly simple and dilapidated house:

There was a bare wooden platform with a lot of fabrics piled on it, and cheap women's spice boxes scattered randomly. There were many clothes samples hanging on the ceiling. Cloths and clothes were piled everywhere on the floor, table, bed, and even underwear.

No exception.

Needles and scissors, measuring rulers and coils can be seen everywhere. There is also a mirror with three cracks on the wall, and a saw in the corner.

Behind the door was a ferocious-looking jun1. Thales knew what the metallic sound was when the woman let go.

Thales picked up the wooden bowl, took a sip of the slightly smelly water, and looked at Kurtz.

The identity of this woman is clear: tailor.

Thales sighed secretly: But... doctor?

Sewing with one hand and sewing with the other?

He looked at the ferocious jun1 behind the door to treat illnesses and save lives. Tailor-made clothes may also be involved in gang conflicts?

The prince glanced at the unflattering styles of clothes around him and what was the tailor doing with his saw?

With the most evil imagination, Thales cursed: No wonder he is so poor.

On the other side of the room, Kurtz, who was fully dressed, was sitting on a wooden bed supported by bricks with a broken leg, arguing in a low voice with Grewal in front of him, but this could not be hidden from Thales' ears.

"are you crazy?"

Kurtz opened a long coarse women's skirt hanging above his head and looked at the calm Grewal anxiously:

"It's not just the westbound avenue... From the city gates, city walls, city gates between districts, to the branch streets at key locations, they set up checkpoints almost everywhere. The patrols took the rewards and worked overtime.

Night and day, never let up.”

"It is said that even places as far away as the Duxue River Ferry are no exception."

Grivet narrowed his eyes slightly: "Really?"

Kurtz let out a breath and unconsciously glanced at Thales who was still eating.

"For decades, except for tax collection, no one has cared about the Shield District and the Hammer District. Even if it is a murder case, the big men can't work," the seamstress clapped her fingers and told Griwal the stakes:

"But today, not only the patrols, but also the White Blade Guards came to the door. Not to mention the Gong District of Spear District, which is closely connected with the nobles and rich people, even dozens of households on Crazy Street in our Hammer District came to the door.
To be continued...