His blood debt.

It was caused by him, and it was the cumulative consequence of every choice he made in his life.

It's something he must face up to.

It’s not just a simple sentence of “That’s not the intention” or “I have to do it”, or even “It’s not my fault” to blame others, or even more disgusting sentence “It’s a pity but a necessary sacrifice”, you can forget it indifferently and feel at ease.

Avoiding responsibilities and burdens.

At least, he can't.

"I'm sorry," Thales closed his eyes tightly and spoke softly with a heart filled with loneliness and sadness:

"sorry."

Moral's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Thales' collar was pulled tighter, and he could even feel a drop of blood flowing from his neck under the threat of the crossbow arrow.

Thales had thought about a similar scenario a long time ago.

But in those assumptions, he was facing a large group of people, a whole world, whether he knew him or not, their faces were blurred, pointing at him as a monster and at him who had brought countless disasters.

Give pointers.

Now, he thought - he was lucky.

Is not it.

Thinking of this, Thales felt relieved.

He opened his eyes gently and calmly looked at Moral in front of him, looking at the anger and sadness accumulated in the latter's eyes.

Moral...

He thought calmly.

have no idea……

When this brave prince, who covers his heaviness with smiles and sadness with humor, walks alone step by step to the end of the world, drifting on the edge of the sea...

When he looked towards the north, where he had mixed feelings, and towards his hometown left behind...

When he got the news that Longxiao City had suffered a disaster and his father died suddenly...

How do you feel?

"Let's do it," Thales' mood completely calmed down and a smile appeared on his lips: "I'm ready."

The other party's eyes were still red, staring at Thales.

The anger in his eyes did not diminish at all.

This reminded Thales of the moment he opened his eyes in the desert.

At that time, it was this red-haired fast roper blinking curious and excited eyes...

Thinking of this, Thales sighed softly:

"End this and leave."

"Go back to your life."

"Quick rope."

He spoke softly.

At that moment, Moral trembled slightly.

He tightened his left arm and pressed Thales to the wall with greater force, while his right hand tremblingly pulled the trigger of the black arm crossbow.

Thales closed his eyes.

Waiting for his ending.

next moment.

"Boom!"

Thales only felt a shock on the right side of his face!

Before he could figure it out, the world was spinning and he flew out sideways against the wall!

It fell hard to the ground.

"Ahem..."

Thales groaned in pain, his whole head buzzing.

He first felt a numbness that spread to half of his face. After a few seconds, it turned into burning pain, making him grimace.

Thales stood up tremblingly, trying to see clearly among the stars.

how……

The next second, a hard object was stuffed into his left hand.

Thales was startled at first, and then realized that it was the hilt of a sword.

Soon, his right arm tightened and his whole body was pulled up!

Put on a thick, broad shoulder.

An arm was put around his waist and helped him up forcefully.

In shock, Thales shook his head desperately, scattering the stars in the sky.

Only then did he see in surprise:

He was leaning on the shoulder of the fast rope, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, being supported by the latter to move forward.

From the boy's perspective, only Kuaisheng's profile can be seen, but his true expression cannot be seen.

The crossbow in the latter's hand was long gone, replaced by the torch that fell to the ground.

"You..." He only had time to utter one word, and his cheek was sore from being punched by the fast rope.

"Shut up," Kuai Rope interrupted him mercilessly, gritting his teeth, vaguely revealing his unstable and hesitant mood:

"The enemy is still there."

He held up a torch and illuminated the front, trembling all over:

"Got to a safe place."

Thales was stunned.

"But……"

"Shut up!"

Quick Rope turned his head, his eyes were red, and he looked at him fiercely, his tone full of roughness and rudeness unique to the Northlanders:

"Don't make me hit you again! I still remember those two slaps!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head away without looking at Thales. Complex feelings could still be discerned in his breathing.

Thales looked at his side face blankly.

The firelight flickered and the air was quiet.

An unspeakable feeling came over my heart.

The prince lowered his head, gritted his teeth, dragged his weak body, leaned on the shoulder of the fast rope, and kept up the pace.

The two of them left the unconscious Marina behind, breathing fast and slow, fast and slow.

Their speed is not fast, but they are very steady.

The two walked forward for a certain distance in silence, passed several corpses, and finally came to the spiraling upward stone steps and began to climb.

The scene was immersed in this strange atmosphere for a moment.

"Why."

In the silence, Thales couldn't bear it anymore and whispered in Kuaisheng's ear silently.

"You obviously know..."

The quick rope raised the torch, turned a corner, and gritted his teeth.

He knew what the other party was going to ask.

"Why you--"

"How the hell do I know why!"

Quick Rope responded to him rudely, with such a serious tone and evil attitude that Thales had the illusion that he had returned to the North.

He paused for a moment, full of struggle:
Chapter completed!