The next second, Grievor pushed Thales away and looked away, breathing rapidly.

Kurtz coughed slightly.

"I saw Kevin." Kurtz shook his head to the left. There, a young man peeked his head furtively behind the wall and waved to this side. Thales recognized it. It was the old man who was carrying the old man last night.

The crow came to the young coachman in the Shield District.

Perhaps because they had just finished the topic about him, the three of them didn't look very good after seeing Kevin.

It's like being caught telling bad things behind your back.

"I'm going to do the final confirmation and wait for my signal." Kurtz spat out the grass in his mouth, patted the dust in his hands and stood up. His originally rogue temperament instantly became sharper.

Grievor nodded and watched her leave.

Only the veteran and the prince are left.

The atmosphere is a bit heavy.

Thales looked at the seamstress's retreating back and suddenly said: "To be honest, I have been in the Northland for six years, and it is rare to see such a Northland girl."

Grivet paused slightly and hummed softly.

"Kurz's father used to be a military doctor. She grew up in a military camp. Her childhood was filled with blood and miserable howls."

Thales' eyes moved.

The veteran's fingers flicked on the wheelchair, as if he was recalling the past:

"Until her father died unexpectedly, the teenage Kurtz faced those veterans and gangsters. You can't imagine what a girl would go through in that hell, let alone what she would become like."

Thales's heart tightened.

He looked at the corner where Kurtz disappeared with some surprise, recalling the tough impression this seamstress had given him.

Grieve said in a daze: "At least until I fish her out."

"Unfortunately, the famous Longxiao City is not much better, especially the Shield District and the Hammer District."

At this moment, the tough veteran looked particularly tired, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

Thales took a slow breath:

"No wonder."

Grewal hummed and shook his head: "You were born noble, and it's hard to imagine that everything goes smoothly, but do you think she was born full of foul language, curses, violent and untamable temperament, and no sense of gentleness?"

"Do you think she is not like an ordinary noble lady from the North, who puts on gorgeous dresses and noble makeup, sits in a warm and gorgeous palace with makeup and makeup, and enjoys sumptuous dinners and men's favors in a soft voice?

What?"

"When life is tough on you," Griveaux squeezed the wheelchair tightly, the remaining three fingers on his left hand trembling slightly: "You have to be tougher than it."

Thales remained silent for a long time.

But then he looked up.

"But I think she is very good now," the prince, who felt a little inexplicably heavy, said with sharp eyes:

"It's exactly what a woman looks like at her strongest, most beautiful, and most charming."

Boom!

Thales screamed in surprise.

He held his painful forehead with both hands and looked at Griwal angrily.

The veteran withdrew his right hand, which was as big as a cauldron, expressionlessly: "You're so young, don't imitate others in trying to pick up girls."

Thales gave him an aggrieved look in return.

"But, yes."

"She is great," Grewal smiled slightly, with a slight sparkle in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes: "It has been more than ten years, and Kurtz has been our brother for a long time."

Thales rubbed his head vigorously and said angrily: "Just brothers?"

"She will be disappointed."

Grivet glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, but said nothing.

After a few seconds, the veteran spoke suddenly.

"Your father, what kind of person is he?"

Thales' nerves became tense.

"My father?"

Grivet turned his face to the other side, shook his head, and shrugged as if he didn't care: "Yes."

The prince blinked.

That was a memory from too long ago.

Thales frowned and replied rather hesitantly: "He, he is a king."

Boom!

The second time, Thales held his head in his hands with tears in his eyes and watched Grievor withdrew his right hand angrily.

Why?

I saw that Grivet was quite angry: "Damn it, who the hell doesn't know that your father is the king... Say something else that will be useful, okay?"

Thales gritted his teeth: "Stop moving your hands or feet!"

"Others? He..." The prince was about to speak, but rolled his eyes: "Why do you want to know this?"

Grivet coughed and turned his head as usual.

"Oh, well, you know, both kings of Exeter were despicable and shameless bastards," the veteran shrugged for the second time indifferently, rubbing his back on the wheelchair: "I was just thinking about the stars.

Is the same true for the king?"

Thales looked suspiciously.

"But Old Crow said you don't care about high-level politics."

Griwal's expression changed: "Yes... I, I suddenly changed my mind... I know it's not a bad thing to know more. Next time we meet, I can laugh at him in turn."

The veteran shrugged for the third time.

Thales looked at Griwal thoughtfully.

Until Grivet coughed sheepishly and turned away.

Thales asked tentatively: "But didn't you say you didn't want to see him again, Xixer?"

Grewal's face turned red: "None of your business!"

"Of course, of course, but..." Thales observed Griwal's profile carefully and narrowed his eyes: "Why is it my father?"

Grivet's face froze.

"Oh, come on," he waved his hand and interrupted Thales angrily: "You know... forget it, forget about it."

Grivet snorted repeatedly, obviously extremely unhappy.

"Who the hell cares about your king daddy."

The veteran crossed his arms, turned around, shrugged for the fourth time, and said to himself angrily: "Just another genius, precocious, young and wealthy, handsome, charming, and domineering pretty boy."

Thales looked at him quietly and smiled.

"What about Selan?"

Grivet trembled slightly: "Ah?"

"You heard what I said," Thales sighed: "Where is my mother? What kind of person is she?"

The waiting time for this problem is extremely long.

After a long while, Grivet twisted his mouth and shook his head disdainfully.

"Your mother? Ha!"

"That annoying crooked little girl," the veteran in the wheelchair said with a complicated expression and nonchalant words: "What she is best at is causing a lot of trouble and making everyone angry."

"Trick everyone into wiping her butt."

Thales nodded: "Including you?"

"But please spare me," Grewal shook his head and sneered, "I hate her the most."

Thales smiled slightly.

"You and Xixer...were both slaves in the desert back then, right?"

This question seemed to hit a sore point in Griveau's life.

"Hey!"

He jumped up a few inches in his wheelchair, very angry:
To be continued...