Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 484 Find a Girlfriend

In the sunlight, Thales stared blankly at the smiling Moral.

He pondered his astonishing words.

A few seconds later, Prince Star exhaled and smiled.

"When did you learn to flatter?"

"Flattery?"

Moral gave a soft hum, a faint nostalgia welling up in his eyes:
Six years ago.

Morar looked up at the sky, a hint of emotion in his eyes:

“When I was beaten black and blue by a few thugs in the alleys of Varir, and was on the verge of death, I crawled to the roadside trembling and begged for food from passersby.”

"I learned it."

Thales' smile vanished.

Is it.

He looked at Moral, who was disheveled and covered in wounds, but still smiling.

Imagine the other person's past.

So, for the past six years, while facing the watchful eyes of Risban and the Fallen Ones in Valhalla…

This guy……

Thales suddenly remembered what the other person had said:
Laugh, Thales, because life is already heavy enough...

You have to laugh to make it feel lighter.

Thinking of this, Thales's gaze towards Moral changed.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to make his farewell sound lighter:
"Then why is it that you can't sell your business of getting people to deposit money?"

Moral's expression froze instantly.

Thales looked at him with a half-smile.

Moral lowered his head and scratched his hair, which was covered in dust and grit and seemed to have faded a bit.

A few seconds later, his cheeks relaxed.

"Alright, as a sincere farewell..."

Morar raised his head again, a rare hint of relief in his expression:

"Twenty-nine."

Thales didn't understand:
"what?"

Moral chuckled, and something new appeared in his gaze as he looked at Thales:
"In the past two months, I have helped Tampa get 29 customers who deposit money for insurance."

what?
Thales paused for a second.

"Twenty-nine?"

The prince immediately realized what was happening and exclaimed in astonishment:

“But I remember Kanze, he is the one who is you…”

Moral chuckled and picked up where he left off:

"The first business deal that you painstakingly and pitifully obtained?"

Thales nodded, somewhat skeptical.

Moral shrugged at Thales's puzzled expression.

"Yeah, but..."

The man nicknamed "Quick Rope" revealed a hint of shrewdness:

“Everyone who came to me privately thought so.”

Thales was taken aback.

Is that what everyone thinks?
“But last night, you were drunk and crying to me in the tavern…” he recalled subconsciously.

Moral sighed and glanced at the boy with a look full of pity and helplessness:
"Yes, because you were originally supposed to be the thirtieth customer."

“A compassionate and somewhat wealthy minor nobleman could make up for Kanze’s losses by ‘eating it raw’ or ‘skinning it,’ ‘exporting it’ or ‘selling it himself’.”

Thales stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

what did he say?
The thirtieth transaction...

Eat it raw, peel it...

Export, self-sale...

Moral realized what was happening, looked away apologetically, and scratched his chin:

"Sorry, that's industry jargon."

"But Tampa said you were an old friend of his and that your identity was obviously unusual, so we let you go and wanted to observe you further. We didn't continue the charade—whether it was through drugs, deception, or anything else."

Thales was stunned.

He suddenly remembered the tavern owner Tampa's "First Lesson" and his "West Wilderness Old Beer".

Industry insiders...

Trick...

Sedatives, deception...

and many more.

This guy……

As Thales gradually came to terms with it, the way he looked at Moral became increasingly strange.

Therefore, when the quick rope knocked Dean down and they needed to cover up the crime, the first person they would think of was Tampa.

because……

Because they were already together...

Stealing and swindling...

Gang?

Thales's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

He stared incredulously at Moral, who looked completely innocent.

“But with ‘Dant’s Greatsword,’ they won’t let you do that…”

Moral coughed:
"Captain Louisa, do you remember?"

Thales was startled again, then remembered the female warrior who led the mercenary squad.

Louisa Dante.

Moral gave an awkward smile:

“According to the rules, if a sword dealer finds a ‘white pig’ in the desert and introduces it to Tampa, whether he ‘eats it raw’ or ‘exports it’—for example, to the Blood Bottle Gang or the White Prison for kidnapping—Luisa can get 20% of the profits.”

what?
Thales froze once again.

Found it.

White pig.

Profit sharing?

"If it's a charade in Tampa, where you 'skin' and 'self-sell' in the camp—and you look pretty rich—that's 25 percent."

Moral touched his ears, his hands fidgeting up and down as if he didn't know what to do with them, seemingly a little embarrassed:
"Only in very rare circumstances will we...incorporate you into our ranks."

Thales's face was frozen in place, mechanically maintaining a twitching smile.

Moral pointed helplessly to the Baki camp in the distance:

"But Big Dean has been insisting that he won't 'cash out' you right away, and will wait until we get to the camp before making any plans."

"Of course, we know why now."

Monetization.

Thales stared blankly at Moral.

one second.

two seconds.

The young man in front of her grinned, still wearing that carefree, silly smile.

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

Rather, it is cunning and treacherous.

"I told you, whether it's the Great Desert or the Baki Camp..."

Moral glanced at Thales' expression, tried his best to look helpless, and awkwardly laughed:

"They're all very dangerous."

Thales found that he could no longer speak.

He could only stand there, stunned.

My thoughts are in complete disarray.

and so……

Louisa Dante, the female mercenary captain with a cheerful smile, who never backs down when facing orcs, and who seems both sunny and responsible.

And in front of me is this seemingly innocent and funny newcomer, Kaisei, whom I always thought was "responsible for telling jokes."

And there was Dante's greatsword, which saved him.

A routine.

It's all a setup.

At that moment, Thales felt completely lost.

From the leading baron.

The mercenaries below.

So, the Baki camp really is...

The people there are simple and honest.

Thales' lips twitched as he thought to himself with a complicated expression.

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

A few seconds later, Thales took a deep breath, dispelling the gloom in his heart, and burst into laughter in front of the astonished Moral.

"Hahaha--"

Faced with the bewildered Moral, Thales, who was laughing continuously, suddenly realized that when he had gone through everything and looked back at these trivial details, what occupied his heart was no longer the resentment and anger he once felt.

Instead, it was a long-awaited sense of relief.

And open-minded.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

It was as if all the twists and turns and anxieties of the past six years had vanished with those few long laughs.

No longer heavy.

original……

This is me.

"Hahaha--"

Thales' laughter gradually turned into loud laughter, startling Moral so much that he almost thought Thales had gone mad.

Finally, after several seconds, Thales stopped laughing and looked back at Moral, whose expression was strange:
"So, Commas's experience is still helpful to you, isn't it?" Moral's face darkened.

"what."

The other prince nodded, his eyes unreadable:
"It's a great help."

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

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

“And I’m pretty sure that neither my father nor my brother could do that—at least not when they didn’t have a title.”

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

"the same as you."

Thales looked at him and burst into laughter again.

But this time, Moral laughed along with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Thales' smile faded, and he said with a hint of deeper meaning:

“You know, Moral Walton.”

The abrupt mention of the full name—and real name—made the laughing man pause slightly, stopping to listen to Thales' next words:

"You are probably the most special, and perhaps the most magical, prince in Exter's history."

Morar lowered his head and remained silent.

Thales stared intently at him.

"wrong."

A few seconds later, Moral raised his head again, revealing his large, white teeth typical of northerners:

"my name……"

"Call it 'Quick Rope'."

"He was a sailor... and a sword dealer."

Quick rope.

Thales fell silent.

Looking at the smug and pleased rope, he suddenly felt a vague emptiness in his heart.

Moral Walton, he's a fast rope.

that……

What about himself?

Thales Shining Star.

Who is he?
A few wisps of sand swept across the open space.

Thales stared at the rope for a long time before finally nodding and then swinging his right arm.

The next second, Quick Rope instinctively caught what Thales threw to him!
Quick-release looked up at the weapon in his arms, his face full of surprise:
"what is this?"

Thales smiled and pointed to the Time Crossbow he had tossed into the other's arms:
"Your thirtieth business deal."

The thirtieth stroke...

Quick rope froze for a few seconds, then asked incredulously:

"Are you sure?"

"You know this..."

Thales hummed in agreement and nodded.

"This thing originally came from the northern people."

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

When this secret was brought up, the two of them fell silent for a while.

Quick Rope sighed, but acted swiftly and without hesitation, slung his crossbow over his shoulder:

"As a disaster... well, you're really generous."

generous.

Thales chuckled:
"Yes."

Anyway, it wasn't me who was being generous.

(In a corner of a room, the raven, wrapped in thick bandages and with a gloomy expression, choked as he poured wine into his mouth, threw down his glass, and coughed violently.)

Quick Rope gave a soft hum, as if he knew what was on his mind.

"Don't be complacent."

Prince Star looked at the rope as if he wanted to scrutinize this unqualified "companion" he had encountered in the desert from head to toe, and sighed:
"If I die, according to the rules, you'll have to pay a hefty price."

Quick Rope also stopped smiling and quietly looked back at him.

Lost a lot...

Is it.

"Then..."

Quick Rope said calmly:
"Don't die."

Don't die.

The two stood quietly for a while.

A few seconds later, Thales said softly:

"it is good."

For some reason, Thales suddenly felt:
This is the final farewell.

Prince Star exhaled.

"And you, don't forget, the Dark Room wants your man, and Rumba wants your life."

Thales looked intently at the rope:

"Don't get caught."

This time, Quick Rope also fell silent for a while.

He looked at the bruises on Thales' face before slowly answering:
"it is good."

A gentle breeze was blowing.

"So, we're all set?" Thales asked casually.

Quicksun looked at him intently and nodded:

"Yes."

But just as Thales and Quick Rope were speechless, and the sentimental atmosphere of parting was about to overflow...

"Boom!"

An arm suddenly wrapped around the rope from behind!
"Don't bother Your Highness, we still have a long way to go..."

Suddenly, Tardin, a member of the royal guard, appeared out of nowhere. Despite Thales's astonishment and Quick Rope's struggle, Tardin took a firm stance and pulled Quick Rope away without saying a word!
"Your Highness Thales, don't worry, we will take good care of him!"

Tardin dragged the rope with gritted teeth, as if he harbored some deep-seated hatred.

Thales watched in astonishment as the rope struggled and cried for help while waving goodbye to him.

"Ah—that, Thales..."

The bewildered Star Prince could only nod subconsciously:
"Oh, all right……"

But Tardin's tone suddenly changed, filled with worry.

"And also, Your Highness..."

With a hint of hesitation and uncertainty, Tardin hesitated before speaking.

Thales raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

But Tardin looked suspiciously at the rope, then nervously at Thales, before finally hardening his heart and speaking earnestly:
"You're getting on in years, you should find someone..."

"I have a girlfriend."

what?
Thales was taken aback.

Tardin gave a troubled wink:

"You know... women."

Completely bewildered, Thales blinked.

Before he could answer, Tardin forcefully grabbed the rope and slung it over his shoulder, then jogged off towards the royal guard!

“My dear nephew Wyman, right? We haven’t seen each other in so long—come, let me see you!”

"Ahhh, you're my uncle, uncle? Right? No, no, no—Uncle, no!"

Beyond the receding figure, Tardin's angry shouts and Quick Rope's wails rose and fell, staring blankly at Thales.

The prince, realizing what was happening, chuckled silently.

He suddenly realized that the departing royal guards had split into two groups:

On one side, Barney, Belletti, and the others watched with displeasure as Tardin and Quick Rope raced towards them.

On the other side, Sacel's lonely figure drifted across the sand, gradually disappearing into the morning light without ever looking back.

Like two lines originating from a single vertex, they gradually drift apart in different directions.

They will never meet again.

This made Thales think deeply.

In another direction, the mercenaries with blood-stained horns also retreated one after another. Before leaving, Ricky gave him a deep look, which made Thales pause in surprise.

That rascal……

"call out!"

Just then, a sharp sound, unlike any before, came from the sky!

"alert!"

The cavalrymen in the distance immediately sprang into action, mounting their horses and forming a mobile formation.

Thales couldn't help but feel nervous.

Legendary Wings frowned.

Until a messenger knight came galloping from afar and shouted:

"Alert lifted!"

"Friendly forces!"

The tense cavalry then lowered their guard and returned to normal.

But soon, from the direction from which the sharp sound came, two fast horses galloped rapidly towards them.

Thales looked at the two fast horses with suspicion: the two men on the horses were traveling lightly and did not look like soldiers.

But the next second, the sound that came through made his expression change drastically:

"This is the Kingdom's Secret Service!"

A man on horseback galloped up, holding a scroll high, gazing at the scattering crowd below the sand dune, his voice filled with anger and resentment:

"In the name of His Majesty Kessel and Lord Morat Hansen!"

"All suspects and targets present..."

"No one is allowed to leave!"

(End of this chapter)