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The moonlight pierced through the window, which was blocked by only a few wooden bars, and reflected the image of the mercenary in his thirties in front of him: a scruffy beard, an indifferent gaze, a relaxed posture, and a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

His leather armor was clasped tightly to his upper body, and he never removed it when he slept, and it was mottled with abrasion, as if he had been weathered by the years he had spent running around with his master, and the leather armor was strapped to the various tools that the mercenaries carried with them: knives, scissors, bandages, hemostatic powder, ropes, flint, and velvet......

How has he come over the years?

From the Prince, to the ......

Tails looked at him quietly, at the man who looked like he had a lot of experience and had a tough face.

"So it's really you?"

"Your Highness Moral?"

He asked faintly.

Silent.

There was still silence.

The man in front of him didn't move.

As if it were just a dream.

In the senses of hell, the dusty, shabby cabin seemed cold and dead, except for the sound of the fast rope breathing beyond the wall, reminding Tails that everything in front of him was indeed happening.

"Although a long time ago, I heard that Grand Duke Pefit should be the 'former' Grand Duke of Pefit, you want to be a mercenary......"

Tails silently spoke: "But I really didn't think of ......"

Dean interrupted him.

"Moral Walton," the bald-headed mercenary shook his head lightly, his face unchanged, "this name hasn't appeared for a long time." ”

"Since six years ago, its owner died in an assassination. ”

"Why are you so attached to a dead man?"

Tails took a deep breath.

"Black Path," said the prince softly, "how does it taste there?"

"What?" Dean's eyebrows furrowed.

Tails smiled.

The particularly urgent experience of escaping from the shield area from Longxiao City emerged in front of me.

A wheelchair veteran with different hearts, a meaningful old crow, a grinning tailor, and Kevin the sneaky coachman.

He sighed: "When I was still in Longxiao City, I heard from Grivo's small talk that six years ago, they also took over a business that took people down the dark path, and the employer was very generous: a gratuity of three hundred gold coins. ”

Dean's expression slowly became solemn.

"Three hundred, that's not a small amount," Tails sighed, "Just to go out of Longxiao City?"

Dean didn't speak.

"But here comes the problem," continued Tails in the dimly lit cabin:

"A person who takes out three hundred gold coins in the blink of an eye must be powerful, powerful, and rich, there are not many such people in Longxiao City, but he can also count a few: the great merchants of Commas, the bureaucrats and nobles of the axe or spear districts, the lords of rich fiefdoms, and even the former order officer Urad who monopolized the black market business. ”

"But such a person, no matter who he provokes in Longxiao City, there must be many ways to take refuge in the city, why do you have to choose the most expensive, difficult, farthest, and most troublesome one?"

Tails stared at Dean tightly, and he felt in the darkness that his breath was a little undulating.

"Unless," Tails took a deep breath:

"Unless this person provokes it, he is facing the supreme force in Longxiao City. ”

Dean slowly lowered his legs down the bed and looked at him solemnly.

"In the face of King Nunn's recourse, and in the face of the eyes and ears of the whole city, his ownership is insignificant, and all channels are impassable, so he can only go to the area where the common people and the poor gather, and go to the land snake: the stubborn and rude old man, who is notoriously unpleasant to King Nunn, and takes a secret passage out of the city that ordinary people cannot imagine. ”

Tails looked at Dean's eyes becoming sharper and sharper: "And six years ago, which person with an unusual status was worthy of the entire Longxiao City to pursue with all his might?"

The corners of Dean's mouth curled into a faint arc.

"Black Path, Grivo," the mercenary muttered, "I see. ”

"So, did you escape from that veteran's channel too?"

He looked back at Tails: "I also worked the people of the entire Western Front, maybe the troops of the entire Western Wilderness Territory will enter the Great Wilderness Desert to cooperate with you?"

Tails didn't answer him, and the prince's expression was particularly difficult to understand at the moment.

"So, you've been hiding in this mercenary team?"

"Laid down everything, threw everything behind, including your father, your bloodline, your ...... Come here and become an ordinary mercenary?"

"Why?"

At that moment, Tails looked into Dean's eyes, but what appeared in front of him was King Chaman in the carriage.

[Walking away is not an escape, and running away from weakness is not liberation. 】

But he would. 】

[After we found him.] 】

Dean was silent for a few seconds.

"I do what I do best, that's all," Dean sneered and shook his head, "Just like you." ”

Tails exhaled heavily, frowned, "Moral, do you know your current situation?"

"Moral is dead, that's all I know," Dean coldly rejected, "and whoever tells you: he's not dead......"

Tails interrupted him by raising his voice.

"If Moral died, there wouldn't be so much trouble!"

The prince said solemnly: "But if he is still alive, even if it is only for one day, he will still be the queen of Nunn, the first heir of the bloodline of Longxiao City and Walton. His presence, and even his possible return, would be a powerful challenge to the belonging of Longxiao City. ”

"Do you know what that means?"

The mercenary's chest began to rise and fall.

He lowered his head and said lightly: "Let me guess, some people don't like this fact, and they don't like the meaning behind it, right?"

Tails chuckled.

Dean raised his head, his eyes clear: "So, is it the new Grand Duke of Longxiao City? I heard that you have a good relationship with her." ”

Tails' gaze froze.

"Or is it the Lisbane that is actually in power and has a monopoly on power?"

Dean bit the words and said in a cold tone: "Or maybe...... Is it the new king who hates the Waltons?"

Tails sighed slowly.

"Maybe it's all of them," said the boy earnestly.

"Your niece, Thelma Alex Walton, will be shaken by your presence, and your cousin, Chaman Rumba, does not want to see a powerful male heir to reign in Dragon City. ”

"You're a threat. ”

Dean froze.

"So, indeed, someone knows that Moral is still alive," the mercenary said slowly, "You, Tailstar, no matter who you work with, you are here to kill me or capture me, to eliminate the threat." ”

Everything around seems to freeze.

In the dimness, there were only two pairs of equally sharp eyes left, one blue and one gray, silently staring at each other.

Dean's eyes were slightly lighter than the remembered King Nunn, less of the inexplicable pressure, but with a strange meaning, like an owl hiding in the dark, which made Tails frown.

"That's right, kill you, and all hidden dangers will disappear from nowhere," Tails said softly:

"Capture you, and you'll get an excellent piece to use as a bargaining chip in the future game with Exter. ”

The temperature between the two seemed to drop below freezing in an instant.

Until Dean spoke slowly.

"Then what are you waiting for," the mercenary's face showed a rare grimace, and his palm touched the handle of the axe, "You have the whole camp to back you up. ”

"Your Royal Highness. ”

The dead silence in the room reached a new stage.

Even in the senses of hell, the sleeping breath of the fast rope next door seemed to be smaller.

But the dead silence lasted only a few seconds.

In the dimly lit room, Tails closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He stepped back slowly until he was against the wall.

The sheathed JC pressed against his back, causing Tails to gnash his teeth silently.

"Nope. ”

He struggled to speak.

But at the moment of opening, Tails felt as if a heavy stone had been lowered from his heart.

"Whatever you left, whatever you came back, Moral. ”

The Star Prince silently opened his eyes: "Let's go." ”

The bald-headed mercenary Moral was slightly stunned.

"Let's go, Moral, disappear from our sight and never come back. ”

Tails said lightly.

Morar stared at him for a long time, his eyes frozen, and he didn't say a word.

It was a long time before the mercenaries from the Northland slowly lowered their heads.

"Why. ”

His voice became deep and hoarse, and when it sounded in the darkness, it couldn't help but remind Tails of the former Grand Duke of the Black Sands.

The Chaman Rumba, who has not yet become the king of Exeter, has already experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"A few days ago, you had the opportunity to return to the army loyal to you and order them to arrest me, but you didn't.

"You just had a chance to make a move, but you turned away," Moral said word for word, "and now you have a chance to take me and let me go?"

"Why?"

His voice snapped.

Tails leaned against the wall, slowly withdrawing from his uncomfortable sense of hell.

He snorted softly.

"Because...... Maybe because you saved my life?"

Tails curled the corners of his mouth, and there was a slight melancholy in his heart: "And I know how to repay it." ”

Moral shook his head slowly.

"Don't make me laugh," he said, looking up at Tails, "In Game of Thrones, saving lives is insignificant. ”

"You must have another reason. ”

"Definitely. ”

Tails frowned.

"Why?"

The young man said silently, "Why do you care so much?"

Morar raised his eyebrows, his expression rather cold in the moonlight.

"Since you left the city six years ago, leaving behind the entire Dragon Sky City," Tails continued, "Six years later, why should you care about my reasons?"

Moral was silent for a moment.

"Desperate to go, huh?"

He smiled a little wazedly: "Do you know that the people who are still alive in Moral see him like this?"

"Really...... It's sad. ”

Moral muttered.

Tails didn't speak immediately, he observed the other party, taking in the expressions and reactions of the former Prince Exeter.

But Moral then turned his gaze back to Tails, "But you still haven't explained why you let me go." ”

Tails pursed his lips.

This guy ......

"Six years ago, I went to Exeter because of your 'death', Moral. ”

"I know everything about you. ”

He sighed softly, "I know that you studied martial arts with Nicola, watched King Nunn's wrists from Valhalla, I know that you are friends with the former Conkley Puffett, and I also know that you are tired of political battles and have dreamed of becoming a mercenary since you were a child. ”

As soon as these words came out, Moral's face was expressionless.

But Tails was inexplicably uneasy.

But the arrow was on the bow, and he had to send it, and he forced the uneasiness in his heart to continue: "I even know that you have a lowly person, perhaps a lover in the leather business, and I also know that King Nunn is extremely dissatisfied with her, and you have a big quarrel about it on the eve of your envoy to the south as planned. ”

Moral raised an eyebrow.

"But I didn't ask you why you left your status as a prince and ran away from home," Tails looked at him fixedly, "why do you have to ask me why I let you go?"

"Just go," Tails said in a deep voice, "isn't it okay to live freely outside?"

Morar didn't speak for a long time.

The way he looked at Tails made the latter uncomfortable.

"My identity has been revealed," Finally, the bald mercenary with a different identity slowly opened his lips and spoke, "and someone knows that Moral is still alive." ”

"So I want to know why you are after me. ”

"If you're really a friend of the Grand Duke, there's no reason for you to let me go, unless it's the next trap. ”

His eyes were burning and he was vigilant.

A faint sense of unease welled up in his heart, and Tails frowned and sighed again.

The prince who wandered for six years and was alone ......

"Because of Rumba. ”

Tails finally made up his mind, he nodded and said, "Kill you, and Rumba will have one less henchman, and he can continue his rule with impunity." ”

"But I don't want him to be too peaceful: we're enemies. ”

Tails looked at Moral:

"Letting him know that you're alive will help make that self-righteous king of murder a little more restrained, and keep his jealousy and proportion. ”

"It also helps keep his clutches away from Longxiao City, as you said, Thelma is my friend. ”

"That's it. ”

"Is that enough?"

Moral's eyes changed.

He lowered his head, nodded slowly, as if he had realized something.

"So, it's Rumba, our dear new king. ”

"The one who knows that Moral is still alive is him. ”

Morar seemed to be lost in thought: "And he told you, I hope you can help him, help him go deep into the territory of the stars, and completely eliminate me." ”

"That says a lot of things, and where did he know that?"

Tails frowned again.

"It doesn't matter anymore. ”

A hint of impatience hit his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Now, let's go." ”

"Disappear. ”

"Before I change my mind. ”

In the next second, Moral raised his head abruptly.

"And you, Your Highness the Prince," Moral's expression was serious, his eyes shining brightly, "after letting me go?"

"You'll go back to the garrison in the camp and find your troops and warriors, and even find the secret ......"

He asked tentatively, "Then come and get me?"

Tails sighed helplessly in his heart.

Why does this guy talk so much.

Still suspicious.

He really shouldn't have been a mercenary.

Good for being a spy.

The young man had to say with a straight face: "I told you, I will let you go, then I will let you go." ”

"Not to mention the Bladetooth Camp, even the Mystic Branch won't know about your existence. ”

Tails took a step forward, walked up to Moral, and said in the most serious tone, "And I will keep my promise, the promise of Tails' Bright Star, the promise of the Second Prince of the Stars." ”

"Thou art the son of the former king Nunn, and a native of the Northlands, and you know how much this word carries to us. ”

Moral stared at him for a long time.

He shook his head and said slowly, "So you will still go to them and return to the embrace of the stars." ”

Tails frowned slightly.

He sensed something was wrong.

Moral looked up and smiled in the moonlight.

"I find you extraordinarily different, Tails. ”

"Especially when compared to other people. ”

He whispered, "It's very different. ”

Tails froze.

Moral ......

I saw Morar squint his eyes: "For example...... Compared to your reputation, you are exceptionally naïve. ”

"It's also very self-righteous. ”

Tails was stunned.

But the next moment, Moral lowered his legs from the bed and stood up.

"Okay, I'm leaving. ”

"Anyway, Your Highness," he looked down at Tails and stretched out his palm, "Thank you." ”

The two princes looked at each other.

For a long, long time.

Moral's eyes were shrewd and smiling, and Tails's gaze was solemn and serious.

Eventually, Tails curled the corners of his mouth.

The boy raised his eyebrows, and also reached out his palm, holding Moral's hand.

"No, we're even," Tails sighed as he accepted the thanks, "you saved my ...... in the desert"

And yet the next moment

Bang!

Tails felt a pain in his arm and fell to the bed!

The Sin of the Prison River sensed the danger, and Tyres, who was "battle-hardened", gritted his teeth in shock!

He instantly entered the hell senses.

Feeling that Moral's footsteps flickered, he had already grabbed his right arm and came behind the prince!

It looks like he is going to cut his hands completely, press Tails to his knees, and press him to the bed!

Enraged, Tails cried out to the sins of the River of Hell, and his right arm gripped Moral's strength and shook off his grip.

Bang!

Tails' back slammed into the bed.

The prince eagerly reached out and tried to pull out the jc.

But Moral was faster than him.

At some point, a knife slammed into Moral's left hand and held it against Tails' throat.

"Just move a finger, Your Highness Commanded Tails......"

Moral's expression at the moment was cold and terrifying.

He pressed Tails against the bed, his hands intensified, and he threatened:

"Your blood will be like that of the orcs......"

"Watering the earth. ”

[ps Don't listen to the author of "The Trajectory of the Overlord of the World in American Comics" talking nonsense, how can we play Warcraft recently, how can we have a copy? Obviously, I am following the author of "Warlock of the Marvel World" to team up to do tasks together, by the way, they are all in Varian in the third district, and I am on another server that you can't find. 】

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