Kurtz seemed to have read through his mind, squinting at him and snorting disdainfully.

Thales smiled sheepishly, raised his hand, and changed the subject: "Is there no other way?"

Both the wheelchair and the tailor were silent.

In a few seconds, Grivet's face turned from green to white, and then from white to red.

Finally, Grivet punched the table!

"There is no choice," the veteran said decisively: "Let's take the dark path."

Thales was wondering: Black path?

Kurtz opened his eyes wide:

"Again?"

The seamstress shook her head firmly: "No, half of that damn tunnel has collapsed... Remember last time? For three hundred gold coins, we almost died in it..."

"There is only one way," Griveaux interrupted with a firm look, "There is no other way."

Kurtz looked at him solemnly.

After a while, her eyes softened and she turned around.

"I understand, I'm going to find someone right now."

But Kurtz turned around halfway and turned around again and frowned:

"One more question: Starting today, the patrol team has also placed sentry posts in the shield area."

Grivet's eyes sharpened: "Where?"

Kurtz looked embarrassed: "It's not far from the Black Trail. We can't avoid the place where King Nunn is said to have died. The higher-ups think we need to keep strict surveillance."

Thales clearly saw Grieve's expression changing sharply:

"Damn it, those brats dare to reach out to the shield area after taking advantage of it..."

Kurtz shrugged and scratched his neck: "'White Pig' Peak was in charge of that sentry post. I gave him six copper coins before he told me the truth: The Order Department didn't want to come either, and no one wanted to break the tacit agreement, but this

It’s the order of Nikolai the Fallen Star.”

Griveau was stunned: "Who?"

Kurtz smiled ugly, with a look of helplessness: "You rejected him in front of so many people during the day, and you also called him a 'star manipulator'. Remember, if it wasn't because he owed you a favor, that

The madman has already caught you."

"I guess...this is the retribution for your bad mouth?"

Grivet slapped his thigh angrily:

"Fucking star fucker! Disgusting dead face, shameless bitch, he deserves to be licked for the rest of his life and not be promoted to a knighthood!"

Kurtz crossed his arms and pushed up the tall figure on her chest. Then he pressed his arms comfortably on his ribs and looked at Grewal as if he were a child.

Thales frowned as he listened to them talking disrespectfully behind his back about one of the famous five generals, the captain of the Grand Duke's personal guard of Longxiao City, His Excellency Lord Nicolai, and nodded with deep approval.

After a few seconds, Grivet regained his composure and murmured:

"Can we bribe Peak? I remember he was from the Shield Zone?"

Kurtz shook his head and said: "Peak has more than a dozen people and three thousand gold coins. I can guarantee that they remember the prince's portrait more familiarly than their own mother-in-law. Not everyone dreams of going to the gallows like me."

She showed contempt again and glanced at Griwal: "Not everyone regards money as 'dung' like you do..."

"Dung, by the way," Grivet suddenly raised his head: "Go through the dung truck?"

Thales felt nervous again.

"Can't you have something other than shit in your head?"

Kurtz looked at Griwal with contempt, saving the frightened Prince from the fate of hiding in his excrement:

"Driving a dung truck to the edge of an uninhabited cliff to collect dung? Do you believe it?"

Grivet lowered his head again and sighed deeply.

"Is there any way to sneak through and get close to the black path?"

Thales' face darkened.

Nope.

If that doesn't work...

At this moment.

boom!

Grivet slapped the table.

"Kuz..."

The man in the wheelchair scratched his chin: "You just said... this guy's skin is too white, his height is too short, etc..."

Kurtz was stunned: "Huh?"

Thales also showed doubts.

The next moment, Grievault's eyes lit up. He raised his head and reached out, subconsciously patting Kurtz, and accidentally patted her breasts.

The confused Kurtz seemed to be used to it, and did not feel any resentment at being violated. She followed the other person's gaze to the ceiling, and then froze.

Following the eyes of the two men, Thales, who was confused, slowly raised his head and looked above his head.

That……

That is……

Thales was shocked and his face turned pale!

An ominous premonition suddenly hit my heart.

He forced out a smile and looked at the two Northlanders with a twitching face: "Mr. Griwal, Ms. Kurtz, what are you...thinking about?"

The next moment, Grewal and Kez lowered their heads and turned to Thales.

The man and woman showed weird smiles together.

"Will it work?" This was Grivet with a sneer on his face.

"We will know." This is Kurtz with a satisfied expression.

The atmosphere in the room changed.

Thales's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

For the first time, he regretted escaping from the Palace of Heroes.

this……

This, this, this...

"My dear, dear, beautiful prince," the seamstress stretched out her hand to pull off the thing on her head, picked up a pair of scissors, "clicked" and cut into the air, and said with a malicious smile: "A dung truck or this

…”

"Which one do you choose?"

Time seemed to have stood still for a long time.

Thales stared blankly at the clothes in Kurtz's hands.

That……

That is……

He blinked and stared at Kurtz's hand, feeling trembling all over.

The sins of the Hell River, which only appear in the body at the critical moment of life and death, crazily surged up to the limbs.

Only the hands of the seamstress Kurtz were visible.

That's a...

Wrinkled...

Women's long skirts.
Chapter completed!