They were searched, even the bottom of the dancer's underwear was searched until ten o'clock in the evening, and I heard that it will continue in the morning."

Kurtz slapped her hard, raised one leg very inelegantly, and put it on top of her breasts that were about to come out, leaving the other leg dangling freely under the bed.

She gritted her teeth, showing no trace of the woman's weakness: "This is a big event, Grievo, an absolutely big event, comparable to six years ago..."

Grivet gave a sarcastic smile.

Thales took a bite of bread, and for some reason he thought of Princess Jini from long ago.

In comparison, the seamstress in front of her was obviously much ruder, but she had the same neatness and no pretense as Jinnie.

but……

Given how tricky Thales's identity is, since Grewal can bring him to her without any hesitation...

On the other side, Kurtz exhaled in pain: "During the day, you heard how the Fallen Stars threatened us, but it wasn't just us."

She stretched out her finger in a serious manner and spoke in an emotional tone, trying to make the other party understand the seriousness of the matter: "Spear District, Sword District, Bow District, almost all the local snakes or prestigious people in each area have been greeted, whoever is implicated

Inside are the enemies of Longxiao City."

Griwal sneered: "They, those doglegs can also represent Longxiao City?"

"No, you don't know. The Department of Order also spread the word through several order officers..." Kurtz cleared his throat, glanced here, and saw that Thales was still eating and drinking by himself, seemingly not noticing.

them.

Then she lowered her voice and said:

"They said that whoever has information about the prince and his whereabouts can gain the friendship of the Department of Order and the patrol team. People on the street can turn a blind eye. Even if they help them find the prince, they can get three dollars.

Thousand gold coins."

Kurtz gritted his teeth, his facial features became tangled, and he stretched out three fingers tremblingly.

At that moment, Grivet, who had remained motionless, finally changed his expression, and his remaining eyes were as big as pigeon eggs!

Thales frowned slightly.

Griwal suddenly raised his head: "Three, three thousand?"

The seamstress smacked her mouth and gestured in the direction of Thales, her bright eyes inadvertently showing a trace of greed and charm:

"Consider it?"

After a second, Grievor desperately put away his chin that was about to fall to the ground, and coughed unnaturally.

"Humph," the veteran said solemnly:

"Do I look like a money addict? Do I look like the kind of villain who is tempted by a few gold coins?"

Kurtz's smile fell, and she looked at him with a complicated face.

Griveau felt a little embarrassed when the woman saw him. He turned his face and said seriously: "We are going to send him out, that's it."

After hearing this, Thales rubbed his lips with his upper teeth, feeling strange.

Kurtz exhaled, a look of pity and hesitation on his face going back and forth.

Both of them were silent for a while, and Thales took the opportunity to force himself to swallow the last bite of the unpleasant bread.

"They'll soon be suspicious of coming here."

The seamstress sat on her bed and crossed her arms worriedly: "Although the shield area is difficult to search, it will come sooner or later...it is a mess and ruins. Is there any better hiding place than this?"

Grivet raised his head with tangled eyebrows: "So we have to send him out as soon as possible."

Kurtz sighed after hearing this: "This is a deal that costs the entire shield area and hammer area. You'd better have a good reason."

Grivet was silent for a few seconds.

"I want to send him out."

He said calmly: "This is the reason."

Kurtz was slightly startled.

The woman had a heavy expression and silently stared at Griwal.

Griveau sat in the wheelchair and pursed his lips.

"God," after a long while, Kurtz covered his face in pain and lay down on the bed: "Sooner or later, I will be implicated by you and go to the gallows, lame man."

"Yes, the job of hanging," Grivet snorted, "Then what do you do?"

Kurtz pulled the quilt, trembled slightly in an exaggerated manner, and let out a weak sob.

Thales raised his eyes calmly and observed the exit from the room.

Three seconds later.

"Forget it," Kurtz lifted the quilt, sat up with difficulty, and angrily stretched out his finger, pointing at Griwal with trembling: "I'm telling you, you damn lame..."

"From now on..."

The poor seamstress looked devastated, as if her life was over:

"I'm so fucking in love with the gallows!"

"What's the use of the things here? First, change out of your ugly clothes." Kurtz looked at Thales in front of him with a look of disgust, looking at the combination of his gray face and luxurious clothes: "

It tells everyone that you are the damn prince."

Thales shrugged his shoulders, ignored the other party's malicious intent, stayed away from a bunch of women's summer clothes with strange styles, and took a good turn and grabbed a set of shabby and ugly linen clothes.

He took off the complicated belt and replaced it with the simplest and cheapest coarse cloth belt, kicked off the lizard leather boots, put on the linen clothes that he had not touched for a long time, then picked up a pair of scissors and cut his hair into a bird's nest.

Not only that, Thales also wrapped the dagger sheath with the words "Kings are not respected by blood" in circles and circles of low-quality black cloth until the original appearance could no longer be seen. He also folded the map of Fuxing Palace and flattened it with the

The black cloth was stuffed into the middle layer of the clothes, and he was going to try his best to sew it tightly with his messy needle and thread.

As for the blood fang bracelet left to him by the Queen of Night, he simply put it on his wrist and turned it into an animal fang jewelry.

Finally, Thales finished dressing up according to the standards of the beggar era.

He walked to the mirror and saw a strange boy inside.

Thales nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he looked like an ordinary suburban boy.

"How about it? Is this okay?"

However, when Thales turned his head and looked at Griwal and Kurtz who were meditating...

"Alas," Grewal in the wheelchair sighed, held his forehead and said:

"Is there any way to improve it?"

Thales was stunned.

"Of course," Kurtz looked at Thales, who was clothed in coarse linen, his sharp-edged face full of sorrow: "I have a method to ensure that even his mother won't recognize him."

Grivet's eyes lit up.

But Kurtz pointed to the jun1 dāo behind the door, and her next words made the veteran's eyes darken again:

"Take this and cut off his entire face."

Thales opened his mouth: "Ah?"

Under Thales' stunned gaze, Kurtz sighed and shook his head, folding his arms and looking at Thales: "His skin is too tender and too white. At first glance, he looks like a pampered aristocrat, and his height is not as good as that of a normal Northlander."

This guy... will be recognized no matter what he wears."

The woman shook her head in pain: "Sneaking out of the city or something..."

The three of them sighed at the same time.

"Dung truck," Grievor frowned and said something that surprised Thales: "Call 'Shit Man' Ange, hide him in the excrement that is transported out every day, and follow the truck out of the city."

Dung truck?

Hide in...

Where?

Thales' eyebrows twitched: "Wait, what you said..."

Grewal ignored him: "Just find a reed pipe or a wooden pipe so that he can breathe..."

But fortunately, Kurtz's listless next sentence made him calm down a little.

"No, Ange was imprisoned again today."

Grivet's expression tightened, but he then gritted his teeth and said:

"Then look for Falon the Whip, they have to transport the excrement."

"Got to put him in!"

Thales's face became very ugly again.

But Kurtz shook his head again.

"Do you know how the 'shit man' was imprisoned?"

The seamstress spread her hands: "When Ange drove out of the city for the sixth time today, the patrol team at the city gate pinched their noses and poked and checked bucket after bucket with their swords. As a result, they found ten pieces of food he had hidden in the feces.

The package contains smuggled Li Jing.”

Griveaux took a few seconds to digest the message.

"How did they..."

He stared in surprise at first, then slapped his thigh angrily: "Fuck."

Kurtz scratched his chest indifferently and shook his head: "Hiding the manure truck and leaving the city directly? No way."

"What a pity." Thales sighed with pretense of regret and secretly patted his chest.
To be continued...