Morar helplessly pointed to the Blade Tooth Camp in the distance:

"It's just that Big Dean has been insisting that he won't cash you in right away. He has to wait until he enters the camp before making plans."

"Of course, we now know why."

Realize.

Thales looked at Morar blankly.

One second.

Two seconds.

The young man in front of him showed his teeth and still had that heartless smirk on his face.

But from this moment on, what Thales saw in the other person's eyes was no longer simplicity and clumsiness.

But cunning and cunning.

"I told you, no matter the desert or the Blade Tooth Camp"

Moral glanced at Thales's expression, tried his best to look helpless, and said with an awkward smile:

"It's all very dangerous."

Thales found that he was speechless.

He could only stay in place.

My thoughts were in confusion.

so

Louisa Dante, the female mercenary captain who has a hearty smile and does not flinch when facing orcs, who looks bright and responsible.

And the newcomer Kuai Sheng, who seems to be innocent and funny, has always been thought to be "responsible for telling jokes".

And Dante's great sword that saved him.

Routines.

It's all a routine.

At that moment, Thales only felt confused.

From the leading baron.

The mercenaries down there.

So, the Blade Tooth Camp is really

The folk customs are simple and honest.

Thales twitched the corners of his mouth and thought complicatedly.

But the gloom did not linger on the prince for long.

A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath, cleared away the gloom in his heart, and laughed out loud in front of the surprised Morar.

"Hahaha"

Facing the confused Moral, Thales, who was laughing again and again, suddenly realized that after everything he had experienced, when he went back to discover the details of these scrappy episodes, what occupied his heart was no longer the resentment and anger he once had.

But a long-lost relief.

and open-minded.

"Ha ha ha ha"

It was as if the twists and turns and uneasiness of the past six years had disappeared with these long laughs.

No longer heavy.

turn out to be

This is me.

"Hahaha"

Thales's laughter gradually turned into laughter, which shocked Morar to the point where he gradually changed color and almost thought he was crazy.

Finally, after several seconds, Thales stopped laughing and looked at Morar again with a strange expression:

"So, Comas' experience is still helpful to you, right?"

Moral's face darkened.

"ah."

The other prince nodded, his eyes obscure:

“It helps a lot.”

"At least, I'm getting closer to the money to rent my first seagoing ship."

Morar raised his gaze, dispelling the gloom and replacing it with the optimism and joy that Thales was familiar with:

"And I'm pretty sure that neither my father nor my brother can do this, at least not without titles."

He narrowed his eyes, pointed at Thales, and showed a sly smile:

"the same as you."

Thales looked at him and laughed again.

But this time, Moral also laughed with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Thales stopped smiling and said with a hint of meaning:

"You know what, Moral Walton."

The sudden full name and real name made the laughing man in front of him freeze slightly, and stopped to listen to Thales' next words:

"You are probably the most special and possibly the most magical prince Exeter has ever known."

Moral lowered his head and remained silent.

Thales stared at him carefully.

"wrong."

A few seconds later, Morar raised his head again, revealing the big white teeth of a Northlander:

"my name"

"It's called Quick Rope."

"A sailor and a swordsman."

Quick rope.

Thales was silent.

He looked at the complacent and happy Kuai Rope, and suddenly there was an unexplainable hole in his heart.

Moral Walton, he's the fast rope.

That

What about himself?

Star of Thales.

Who is he?

A few wisps of wind and sand swept across the open space.

Thales stared at the fast rope for a long time, finally nodded, and then shook his right arm.

The next second, the fast rope subconsciously caught what Thales threw.

Kuaisheng looked at the weapon in his arms and raised his head in surprise:

"What's this"

Thales smiled and pointed at the time crossbow thrown into the opponent's arms:

"Your thirtieth business."

The thirtieth stroke

Kuaisheng was stunned for a few seconds and asked in disbelief:

"Are you sure?"

"You know this"

Thales hummed and nodded.

"This thing originally belongs to the Northerners."

"And I don't want to worry about when it will kill me."

Speaking of this secret, both of them were silent for a while.

Quick Rope sighed, but acted quickly, shouldering the arm crossbow without hesitation:

"For a disaster, you are really generous."

generous.
To be continued...