But he immediately turned around and looked at the stupid man who was crying in a mess.

"So, Cohen."

Thales looked at the abandoned house with regret, at this once heavily guarded and cruel place:

"The Brotherhood... there are no beggars left."

The vigilance officer trembled.

Thales raised his head and felt for the first time that the sky in Yongxing City was no longer gray:

"Thanks to a certain persistent and stupid--stupid police officer."

Cohen sobbed heavily.

He lowered his arms and threw the handkerchief back to Glover who looked disgusted.

"I don't know, Your Highness, wow, I mean," Cohen's eyes turned red, he sniffed, and said sincerely:

"Wow!"

Thales smiled.

"Although it is very complicated and dramatic, but..."

"Those beggars who escaped came to clean up the abandoned buildings of the city hall. The most important thing is you and your efforts, Cohen..."

Cohen breathed desperately, feeling the congestion in his chest, and looked at the prince gratefully.

"They did change something."

With infinite emotion, Thales stepped forward and was filled with emotion:

"They are useful."

"Even... only one sword."

Cohen swallowed hard with his sore throat, feeling mixed emotions:

"I don't know, Your Highness, I don't know..."

He buried his face in his hands again.

Glover sighed and took out another clean handkerchief.

"Do you remember, Cohen?" Thales knew how the vigilance officer was feeling at this moment, but he himself gradually became lost in thought:

"What we did in the Palace of Heroes six years ago."

Cohen looked up in confusion.

"You said, I saved the world."

Thales said quietly, as if he had returned to that winter six years ago:

"I didn't understand it at the time, but..."

"It's like you said - our desperate efforts in the Palace of Heroes seem insignificant..."

Thales took a deep breath, turned to the way he came, and moved forward.

"But for those who may be affected by future wars..."

"Our efforts..."

"Literally saved the world."

Thales passed over everyone and raised the corner of his mouth from an angle that no one could see:

"Thank you, Cohen."

Glover followed Thales and bumped into Cohen who was in a daze.

"No, no, I didn't do anything at all," Cohen reacted and hurriedly caught up, throwing the second handkerchief to the zombie:

"I'm stupid and don't understand many things..."

"No, Cohen," Thales took the lead and walked towards the exit of the abandoned house where there was no longer an iron lock blocking the door: "There are only slow fools."

"Only to become a hero."

Cohen paused slightly.

At this moment.

"You are not ashamed to speak loudly."

Leyock straightened up, picked up Mertesa's discarded wallet, and said coldly:

"Even if the Brotherhood doesn't care, do you think these beggars will learn on their own on the streets?"

"Their situation will only get worse."

Leyock held the money bag tightly, with a trace of sadness on his face:

"In the end, it's still the same, becoming people like us."

"You are still far from success."

Cohen frowned.

Glover snorted softly and nuzzled in the direction of Mertesa:

"Why don't you worry more about yourself, how can you not become the next him?"

At that second, veins appeared on Leyock's arm.

"You're right," Thales suddenly took over the topic:

"We are still far from the so-called success - the lower city is still chaotic, the kingdom is still dark, the society is still unfair, and we are still fighting against enemies that...are simply impossible to kill."

Glover looked at the prince, wondering why he said this.

Thales' face darkened:

"In fact, we will never succeed - even if we try our best, throughout our lives, or even thousands of years later, our descendants, and our descendants' descendants, will not succeed."

Leyock smiled coldly.

But it was Cohen who answered.

"But so what?"

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the security officer who spoke strangely.

"It won't work out - that's what this is about, isn't it."

Glover shuddered and Lyock frowned.

"Because it can't be done," Cohen breathed in a daze, clenching his fists:

“It’s more meaningful to keep doing it.”

He reacted, raised his head sheepishly, and looked at the others cautiously:

"Right?"

Leyock's brows became more and more serious.

Thales smiled.

Smiling freely.

"Well said, Cohen."

Thales sighed:

"Do you know who the greatest knight in the world is?"

"Ah?" When he heard the cultural class question, Cohen's expression instantly turned bitter, and he scratched his hair:

"When I was young, the old man and the teacher taught me the top ten knights in the history of the empire... But I... I seem to remember a knight named Needham..."

Thales shook his head.

"No."

"The greatest knight in the world," Thales said quietly:

"His name is..."

Glover and Cohen were paying full attention, and even Leyock was watching him.

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes and retrieved that great name from his long memory:

"Don Quixote."

At that moment, everyone was stunned and looked confused.

Only Thales was still smiling.

"Um... I didn't do well in my studies when I was a kid. Can I ask who he is?" Cohen asked cautiously.

Thales was silent for a moment.
To be continued...