[Is it really good to complain about yourself...Besides, isn't this your professional strength? Start from a perspective you have never seen before, shake your established understanding, refresh your world view, and break your unthinking, convinced, and even belief.

For the misunderstanding and superficial understanding of the supreme dogma, to discover that something is so absurd, and the way you looked at it before was so unreasonable, to show yourself a brand new world, to discover the daily use of yourself and the world

But you don’t know the truth, so you can sublimate yourself?】

[Hey, when I say it to you so vividly, I suddenly feel that I am so great.]

[Alas, there is no other way. If you have been with me for a long time, even if you are as stupid as Spongebob, you will gradually sublimate...right...]

[So can we go? Stop petting my head. Your cat is in your own home. You can pet it for free without tiptoeing. We have already donated money, so there is no need to stand in front of this donation box for five minutes, right? 】

【Ah! My comic exhibition is gone, gone, gone!】

Thales opened his eyes suddenly!

In the silence, Thales was panting gently, sweating profusely, and his expression was struggling.

The jc was only a palm away from Dean's carotid artery.

The handle of the dagger was tightly clenched in his hand, and the tip of the blade was constantly trembling.

Hold.

Hold!

Time seems to have passed a long time.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

No.

The prince put down the dagger tiredly.

Thales touched his wet forehead and bit his lower lip with difficulty and pain.

Finally, he put away the dagger and took one last look at Dean who was sleeping.

The prince, like an ascetic believer who had gone through great hardships, slowly turned around and faced the door with a bitter expression.

However, just when Thales took the first step to leave,

"Why?"

The sudden sound made Thales' hair stand up!

"Why did you give up?"

Thales closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He turned around and in the moonlight, he vaguely saw Dean sitting up and leaning against the wall, staring at him coldly.

"A knife in the back and killing the enemy before he sees you is always the best choice." The bald mercenary said calmly.

He bent one leg and stepped on the edge of the bed, resting his right elbow on his knee. The ax was at hand.

"or……"

"You have to capture me alive?"

Thales looked at the mercenary with difficulty.

"You're awake." He said bitterly.

"Otherwise? Do you think I should let down my guard completely and trust you with my life?"

Dean sneered: "Who the hell are you?"

Thales opened his mouth, not knowing where to start.

"I, you..."

"Or if I ask more directly," Dean flicked the ax in his hand, his eyes sharp: "Who sent you?"

Thales looked at him steadily.

His eyes struggled.

Finally, Thales slowly exhaled.

He put away his complicated expression and returned to his most indifferent expression.

"Dean, right?"

"You were rescued from the desert by old Dante a few years ago and have become one of them since then, but before that..."

Thales looked back at Dean coldly.

"An ordinary mercenary, but he is both literate and knowledgeable," the prince said softly: "You come from the north, you swing the ax just right, and when you face the orcs, you use a set of feints and feints.

His movements always remind people of Exeter’s other famous hand-bladed guard.”

Dean said nothing, his eyes focused on the ax at hand.

The houses under the moonlight were silent, and the curfew on the streets made the surroundings so quiet that it almost didn't look like the Western Front, but a rural countryside.

"Not only that, you also know a lot of orc language, and it is far from the level of 'Hello, damn, kill you' that soldiers learn after meeting them," Thales continued: "That will take quite a long time.

systematic learning."

"You also shaved off your hair, it seems that you can hide the color of your hair."

Dean's face was expressionless. He raised his left hand and touched his head.

Thales stared at him straightly.

"Your insights and reserves on national affairs and political situations are far beyond the reach of a dumb soldier who only travels between life and business."

"Even Tampa is saying that it is such a waste for you to be a mercenary, and even the blood whistlers want to recruit you."

Thales took a deep breath and expressed his biggest doubts with difficulty and hesitation:

"Dean, mercenary Dean, don't you think these characteristics...are too obvious when placed on one person?"

The sound echoed in the small room and was clearly audible.

time seems

Dean raised his head and met Thales' questioning eyes without flinching.

"obvious?"

Dean's face showed disdain and anger: "Humph."

"So, who sent you?"

He asked bluntly:

"Risban? Or the Blade Guard?"

Thales' eyes were frozen in mid-air.

"Or someone else?"

Under the moonlight outside the window, Dean spoke slowly, his eyes becoming more and more serious: "The order you received is to find me... or to kill me?"

Thales frowned deeply.

He still stared at Dean motionless.

"Even Mikey said that it was a mistake to follow Tomdin out this time. He is not a good trade partner, and Xingchen's blockade order is even more inappropriate." Thales did not answer, but continued softly:

"But you still came out with the mercenaries, why?"

"This is inconsistent with your usual shrewdness and wisdom."

Dean clenched his fists.

"Is it because you know about the Freedom Alliance and the storm that Exeter and Longxiao City are experiencing? Is it because you are worried about your hometown and country that you ventured north? Do you just want to confirm it?"

Dean said nothing.

So Thales spoke again.

"Answer me, Dean," Thales sighed: "Are you him?"

This time, Dean slowly looked up.

"he?"

Dean said calmly: "Who?"

"You know who I'm talking about."

Dean smiled.

He slowly raised his arm and pointed at Thales.

"you."

"You're suspicious too, aren't you?"

"A man came from the north and fell strangely in the desert." Dean tilted his head and glanced at Thales: "In his hand, he held a military crossbow that looked like it was not owned by ordinary people, and a sharpened knife.

A dagger as sharp as iron."
To be continued...