Sword seller?

Thales' brain was in chaos, and he was wrapped in a blanket. He had just regained some energy and felt as if he had just been fished out of ice water.

Sword seller...

what is that?

He stared blankly at the triumphant fast rope.

At this moment, a loud and powerful female voice came from behind Thales: "Mercenary."

"We are mercenaries. As for 'sellsword', that's what some people call us. It may be intuitive, vivid, and easy to understand, but except for newcomers who have just entered the industry, we generally don't call ourselves that, just like businessmen.

They won’t call themselves ‘those who want money’, apprentices won’t call themselves ‘fools’, and women who can’t find men and men who can’t find women won’t call themselves ‘unwanted’.”

Kuai Rope, a rookie who had just joined the industry, suddenly looked droopy and made a face at Thales.

Thales couldn't help but notice that although the other party spoke Common Tongue, his pronunciation was difficult and his pronunciation was high-pitched. Many of the accents and accents were very different from the Common Tongue of the North that he was familiar with, and it did not match the accent of Yongxing City in his impression.

Number.

He turned his head.

Three lightly-armed warriors with their heads covered and quick movements appeared in his field of vision, stepping on the gravel under their feet, dusty and dusty. Others saw their figures and gave way.

They walked into the bonfire and one by one took off their masks and hoods to protect themselves from the wind and sand:

A young man with slightly darker skin, his entire face painted with black lines of unknown meaning, carrying two criss-crossed scimitars on his back, with a handle exposed from each shoulder, looking at Thales with eyes full of

Be alert; a gray-haired and somewhat mature warrior put down a scary war hammer with a hammer head and spikes, and looked at the warm bonfire comfortably between his beard.

Finally, there is the owner of the loud female voice.

She is a chestnut-haired female warrior of medium height, with straight and simple features but a bit of weather. Her back is straight while holding a bow and arrow, and her bandaged arm is always pressed on the sword at her waist.

The three of them walked into the small camp together, and each found a comfortable seat next to the campfire and sat down. The middle-aged warrior from Zhongchui happily touched Kuaisheng's hair, which made the latter protest with dissatisfaction.

"By the way, I'm Luisa Dent."

The female warrior Louisa who spoke put down her long bow, untied the sword from her waist, and grinned gently at the weak Thales: "I'm glad to see you woke up, kid. You're lucky that you're not alone.

Anyone can survive in the desert."

Her smile is bright and gentle, which makes people feel good.

Thales was stunned for a moment, then gave her a grateful smile.

mercenary.

He has heard of these people. In fact, he has encountered similar people. Six years ago, when he first arrived at Mindis Hall, there was a small team of people who were instructed (or deceived) by the Duke of Iris to test the king's late night.

The royal family and property they visited all died.

But that's it.

There are many people in the messy lower town of Yongxing City who are willing to sell their unusual labor in unusual and often illegal forms for a few silver coins: debt collectors, prostitutes, pickpockets, killers, liars, bounty hunters, as long as

It does not affect the protection fee and does not cause trouble. The Underworld Brotherhood often turns a blind eye to their own people taking private jobs. Even the sixth house where Thales is located once took over the job of heckling in the street for a few copper coins.

.

But within the high walls of the majestic royal capital, Thales had never seen the pinnacle of this profession, those who sold violence purely for money, full-time mercenaries who only appeared in bards and rumors.

It is said that they generally only run around and take risks in remote rural areas far away from the king's law, in unstable border areas, or in war-torn countries where war is in full swing, looking for employers, pointing their swords at those who have no grievances and no enmity, and then

Take bloody rewards from the powerful.

In Longxiao City, where the folk customs are strong and martial, there are even fewer mercenaries: in a place where almost all men in their prime have served in the military and are proud of killing enemies and fighting, even an old man in his seventies can wield a big ax fiercely.

Who would be willing to rely on a stranger's weapon if he wields it for ten rounds?

Yongxing City, which is the political center, does not need mercenaries, and Longxiao City, which does its own work, does not need mercenaries either.

But here...

Thales stared at the equipment of these people, which were of all lengths and suitable for both near and far. They were completely different from the professional or conscripted soldiers who pursued a single function.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the dangerous desert under the howling cold wind, at the several bonfires with people in the distance, at the unknown darkness outside his field of vision, and at the camels knelt and resting in a circle outside the camp.

Team, suddenly understood something.

"So?" The female warrior took off her sword, patted the sand on her body, and looked at him expectantly.

Thales came back to his senses and looked at the other party politely: "So what?"

"I told you my name, boy, as a courtesy and in return..."

Louisa smiled as usual.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"I am"

Only then did Thales react. He hurriedly pushed himself to the ground and tried to sit up, but his eyesight went dark and his arms went limp.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy," Kuaisheng quickly caught Thales who was about to fall, put him down gently, and said with a fuss:

"You can't stand up yet. When you were found, you were lying face down in the middle of the road. Half of your body was buried in the yellow sand. You looked like an inconspicuous piece of sandstone. If Dean hadn't had sharp eyes, a

There are twenty-three Bactrian camels in the team, each weighing **100 pounds, and they will almost trample over you!"

"Relax, kid," the old hammer-wielding warrior stroked his beard, "you're out of danger, and we have all night to hear you introduce yourself."

Thales glanced at him gratefully, then turned to Louisa: "I am...my name..."

The prince couldn't help but be stunned.

It's been a long time since he introduced himself to a stranger in a serious manner. In fact, he didn't need to introduce himself whether it was his time as a beggar or his time as a prince: in the former, no one cared about his name, and in the latter, he didn't need to introduce himself.

No one knows his name.

Looking at the curious eyes of several other people, as well as their strange and alienated looks, Thales couldn't help but feel a strange sense of absurdity.

"Waiya," his voice sounded weakly beside the campfire:

"My name is Wyatt."

Several other people looked at each other.

"So, Waia," Louisa stared at him intently: "How did you end up in the desert?"

Thales tried his best to look credible.

"I...I have bad luck, in fact, very bad luck."

Thales sighed: "My father, when he was still alive, he was a somewhat powerful man. Unfortunately, he made enemies in the North. When he could no longer protect me, the enemies

Several thugs with bad tempers and sharp knives were sent to look for me one after another, so I had no choice but to run away and flee south."

"They forced me all the way into the desert."

Thales knew that he looked bad, but he also knew that the other party must have seen his luggage. He must have a good reason to explain why a fourteen-year-old boy would enter alone with a crossbow and a dagger.

Great desert.

What's more, they saved their own lives.

Luisa looked at the warrior with the hammer and nodded to each other.

"Wow, it can make you so scared that you run away to the desert," Kuaisheng's eyes lit up: "Your enemies, they must hate you very much."

Thales nodded silently and said sadly: "I didn't expect life in the desert to be so difficult. I couldn't survive even four or five days."

"enemy."

Thales raised his head curiously and found that the interjection was the young warrior with black lines all over his face. He was sitting by the fire, staring coldly at the prince and wiping his blade.

"So you have enemies chasing you, of course, and trouble always follows." He said softly, expressionless.

Thales didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"You can put away your fierce face, Mikey." Louisa glanced at the black-striped man named Mikey dissatisfiedly, seeming to have a problem with his attitude: "I know what you are worried about. This child is not good.

He will be an undercover agent or a spy for the Sand Bandits."

Thales was shocked.

The man wiping his scimitar paused slightly.

"No, you don't know my worries," McGee's face became serious: "If you knew, we wouldn't be hired by that profiteer and we wouldn't come here."

"Dean knows, but he doesn't listen to me."

Louisa raised her lips.

Thales watched their argument curiously.

The bearded warrior in his prime laughed and raised his hands to smooth things over: "Relax, man, there's no need to keep a sullen face all day long."

He turned to Mikey and pointed at the weak Thales.

"But you saw it, McGee, he almost died there. No band of sand pirates would let a kid who was dying of thirst be a spy. There's nothing to rob in Tomdin's caravan. We'll be safe."

In fact, we didn’t meet any Sand Bandits or Exiles along the way, and you know why.”

Thales smiled weakly.

Mikey snorted.

"That's what I'm worried about."
To be continued...