But his hand stopped on one of the pages.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

A second later, the prince looked up from the account book in surprise and called out a name:

"Cohen Karabyan?"

Tampa was startled.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the familiar name, Thales was slightly excited: "The name on the ledger... I know this guy."

"So, Cohen had deposited money with you before...on September 4, 2017, the amount..."

Tampa frowned.

Reading the words on the ledger, Thales' eyes widened: "A whole two hundred and fifty Tormund gold coins?"

Two hundred and fifty...gold coins?

After a while, Thales exhaled and looked ahead in disbelief: "Damn,"

"Big dog owner."

After a few seconds, Tampa looked away from him with strange eyes.

In the crowded tavern, Tampa waved his hand and asked a waiter to greet a group of new customers.

Tampa took back the account book, glanced at the face on it, and then looked at Thales thoughtfully.

"You know him?"

"certainly."

Thinking of the past in the Palace of Heroes and his current situation, Thales couldn't help sighing: "We are... friends, we once stood together and fought side by side."

"Stand together and fight side by side?"

Tampa seemed taken aback. He looked at Thales and asked suspiciously: "You and Cohen?"

"Well," Thales said a little embarrassed, "To be precise, I stood while he fought."

Tampa stared at Thales until he laughed and slapped Thales hard on the shoulder!

"Very good! He is also my friend, haha, Cohen, that thin, thin, thieving, shrewd and snobbish bad guy..."

ah?

Skinny, petty, arrogant, shrewd and snobbish?

Thales was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

But Tampa seemed to have no intention of stopping. He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and the scar on his neck began to surge: "... He is the least timid when it comes to fights, and he likes to lift girls' skirts the most!"

The most timid one... Lifting up the girl's skirt...

Thales' expression became increasingly weird.

"Well, maybe we're not talking about the same Cohen?"

Tampa's smile faltered.

"But that's Cohen Karabyan, with black hair and brown eyes, like a skinny monkey." Suspicion appeared on Tampa's face: "Which Cohen are you talking about?"

Thales scratched his head and smiled.

"Cohen...well, a young man who ran away from home. He is very tall, almost six and a half feet, very strong, muscular, and blond." Thales tried to describe the tall man in his impression and looked at it expectantly.

The boss said: "He is good at using swords and has quick movements. When fighting, he likes to use his body to bully others. When he talks, he is a bit...how should I put it..."

Thales thought for a long time before he raised his head and said awkwardly:

"...clumsy and stupid?"

After hearing these descriptions, Tampa's face wrinkled again.

"Sounds like an annoying idiot."

Thales sighed.

All right.

It seems... there is indeed a mistake.

"In fact, if you know him, it's hard to hate him," Thales shook his head and said, "He is a little... special."

Tampa mused.

"Well, what we said," the tavern owner spread his hands, "maybe it's really not the same Cohen."

"Oh," Thales grabbed the wine glass and smiled unnaturally: "I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Just when Thales was about to take a sip of wine to relieve the embarrassment

Boom!

Thales looked at Tampa who pressed his palm firmly on his wine glass in surprise: "What?"

The owner of "my" pub shook his head expressionlessly:

"Trust me, you don't want to drink this glass of wine."

Under Thales's suspicious eyes, Tampa threw away the wine in the glass.

"There's some horse urine in it, and a few mouthfuls of my old phlegm," Tampa threw the "added" wine glass aside nonchalantly: "Maybe there's some drowsy stuff, the taste is wonderful.

, with profound connotations.”

Thales was stunned.

Horse urine...

Old phlegm...

He stared at the boss, then looked at the glass on the floor, remembering the glass of wine that was full of foam, and how he almost drank it in his mouth...

Suppressing the discomfort in his abdomen, Thales raised his head angrily: "What!"

Tampa grinned, but his fierce appearance made his smile look ugly.

"Although you seem to be just a 'white pig' who just arrived at the Blade Tooth Camp and doesn't understand anything."

The tavern owner shrugged: "But I don't think you are that simple... So, I have to see your background... and then decide whether to give you a blow or steal you... Or, you know, who recently came to the camp

There are many nobles, and beautiful boys are popular among them."

"Obviously, the fast rope is not a good bodyguard."

Thales was stunned at first, and then looked at Tampa with indignation:

"you……"

The boss smiled and glanced sideways at the prince: "Some bad places are used to giving newcomers a little color... not only to test them, but also to teach them a lesson. If they are 'white pigs', they will be sold directly for a few bucks."

Thales looked at the wine glass and protested in disgust: "White pig...what are you doing?"

Tampa tapped the ledger and narrowed his eyes: "Remember, boy,"

"This is called 'Lesson 1'."

"Didn't Cohen teach you?"

Thales held on to the bar in disbelief.

The world treats me unfairly.

And I could only respond with a look of sadness and anger.

So His Highness the Prince could only look at the other party with sadness and anger: "Then why did you change your mind again?"

Tampa laughed.

"Because you do know Cohen, and maybe you have actually fought alongside him, instead of just following my words and pretending to be familiar with him."

Thales frowned: "Cohen."

"Well, that violent gorilla you obviously hate, but it's hard to really hate it." The boss nodded and pointed to the name on the ledger, feeling nostalgia as he spoke.

Tampa chuckled:

"Cohen Big Fool Karabyan."

silence.

Thales was still angry. He looked at the other person with an unhappy face and said sarcastically: "Oh, thank you. This is the first time I know his 'middle name'."

Tampa took out another bottle of wine and a new wine glass, and filled them up for him without hesitation.

"You're welcome," the tavern owner hummed, introducing his new wine glass to entertain new customers: "Authentic Xihuang Old Beer..."

He curved the corners of his mouth, showing a few teeth, and smiled slyly:
Chapter completed!