Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 384 My Family (below)

Tyres frowned and his face was ugly: "Girl?"

"Oh, I am really sorry," Tampa looked at him up and down, shaking his shoulders and stunned his face: "Looking at you so beautiful, you have been sitting in danger, closing your legs, if you don't speak, you really think you are a girl." ""

With a complicated mood, Taylor smiled hard.

"He is a newcomer," Crimson coughed and flushed, and he gasped: "We saved him from the desert... Please, be gentle with him."

Tampa stared at Taylors, making the latter quite uneasy.

After a few seconds, Tampa Eyebrows Shu:

He bent down again.

"come on!"

"Since it is a woman on the fast rope... I mean, since it was introduced by him..." As Tampa got up, a glass of beer full of bubbles was smashed into the eyes of Taylors, and the voice of the pub owner was heroic and happy. : "The first cup, authentic Western wild beer, free entertainment!"

When he was mistaken for a girl in the past, he was flattered.

"Thank you!"

The face of the fast rope was so good.

The prince politely pulled the glass and looked at the smile of the happy rope, thinking about what it was.

"I knew that there were so many people in the blade camp... there would be no good things," Tampa squatted on the bar and poured a second glass of wine on the fast rope: "Gray hybrid, is it? So this Is it another desert war?"

The face of the fast rope was pulled down.

"Do not."

"Dean said no."

He gave a second cup of wine with a stiff expression. This time, the fast rope did not cough.

"Is it."

Tampa thoughtfully filled him with: "But at the very least..."

"The good news is that no one in your team has saved money for me, so I don't have to return it..."

The wine glass of the fast rope was lifted in half and stopped in the air.

The young mercenaries were slightly shocked.

"In fact, Tampa," the fast rope buckled the glass from the edge of his lips and swallowed awkwardly: "Yes."

Tampa frowned.

"Have!"

The fast rope was like a needle, and it shook a little.

"Kanze, the sword of the Northland, remember?"

"He saved, he saved, he promised to have money here, this is..."

The fast rope slammed up from the seat and hurriedly pulled out a dilapidated little book from his waist pocket.

"This is his relic, his bookkeeping, he hid the money in the pot in the room..."

In the eyes of Tyres and Tampa, the tone of the fast rope seemed a little rush, with a little trembling.

"He has...he has twenty-one Didis, eighteen Midiir, plus thirteen North Solon and ten Kahn, nine of Allenzo's Keller, four don't know anything. The denomination of Commas Southeast Co., seven Laval's independent coins, the hammer of five steel cities, so many unclear three seas annoying small square ... and two Tabis."

The fast rope flustered to the last page, reading a mess on the paper.

"Just, just... in the morning, before he died."

The sound of the fast rope was small, and he stared at the small ledger.

Tyres also looked at him slyly, remembering the tough guy from the North with his big sword.

but.

"No, fast rope."

"I don't remember him coming," Tampa frowned, looking at the little book that was crumpled and not much better than the garbage. "And there is no signature in my record..."

The fast rope face is white.

"Tampa," he said, biting his teeth. He seemed to know that his words were not convincing, but he was still trying to argue. He turned the page back to Tampa and said: "He really exists here. I can go The money is taken to you, look, written on it, twenty-one Judith..."

"Stop, I don't want to be bothered by your Commas," Tampa said coldly: "Or you will be stupid by your calculations."

"So strictly speaking," the fast rope did not hear him, and shook his head in desperation:

"He saved, Tampa, Kanze saved!"

Tampa stared at him coldly.

"And Kanze didn't come back," the expression of the fast rope fainted, and even the volume was low:

"So, according to the rules, he should get his share..."

“Impossible,” the tavern boss shook his head indifferently: “The money is there, I haven’t played it with me—look at my books, and there’s no record on it. It’s not counted.”

Tyres silently watched the quarrel.

"This counts!"

Quick rope anxiously said: "Just... I just didn't have time to give it to you. He was very unhappy at first, but he still hesitated to decide... He is here with me... I intend to come back..."

"Tampa, please!"

"The rules are the rules," Tampa shook his head coldly. "No."

"I promised him."

The fast rope arguing was almost desperate, and the powerlessly glared at the little book: "I promised!"

"That maybe..." Tampa interrupted him rudely: "Should you pay for the money?"

"Remember - ten times!"

He groaned and then turned and left.

The fast rope looked at the back of the tavern boss, and the small book on his hand fell down weakly.

Tyres sighed and patted the shoulder of the fast rope.

"Quick rope..."

The noisy pub seems to be back to this little corner.

The fast rope sat down silently and put Kanze's little book back in his waist pocket.

The young mercenaries stared at their glasses.

After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled.

"You know, Wyah."

"Kanza, he is the first one," the fast rope shook his shoulders and raised his glass and drank it: "It was my first business to lose money."

Tyres moved slightly.

"Kantai came from the north, settled in the stars, he has two children, a man and a woman, and a weak wife all year round..." The fast rope put down the glass and looked blank: "They live in the desert, old The hammer pulled him, I was thinking... how can the old hammer go to his wife and children?"

The fast rope leaned out of the body, picked up the bottle from the bar, and poured another cup for himself.

"You know."

"He gave me the address of saving money and left the book to me," said the fast rope. "But I..."

"Quick rope," Tyres sighed softly: "He has gone, not your fault, and you can't do anything."

The shoulders of the fast rope trembled slightly.

"Nothing can be done..."

He continued to drink alcohol and laughed on the way.

"You know, for a long, long time, it’s like a lifetime... a ship..."

The fast rope looked at the bottle with disappointment, and the smile slowly solidified: "There was a young sailor on the boat who was determined to go out to the sea at one end, looking forward to sailing to the end of the sunset."

“When he first sailed, he went to the most legendary place at the end of the sea: the end of the sea.”

Tyres frowned.

"That is a curse that is not blessed by the shepherd girl."

"The compass is out of order, the sails are torn, the pirates are in shape, the fog is everywhere, the clouds cover the sky, the seabirds are gone, the boundless darkness and the endless wandering, even the eternal stars have changed, the waves, the whirlpool And the reefs are endless, even under the terrible sea..."

The sound of the fast rope became hoarse.

"Captain, chief officer, second officer, observer, sailor, helmsman, battle chief, sailor, and good-hearted Uncle Bill... almost everyone is dead."

"Everyone."

He snorted and continued to drink.

Tyres endured his head and looked at his desires, just reaching out and lifting the bottle from the already overflowing glass.

The fast rope paused for a long time, letting Tells take his bottle.

"As the only man left on the ship, the young sailor is holding the last plank, fainting and floating, listening to the sound of the waves never ending, watching around around the clock, thirsty and hungry, cold I’m afraid, he doesn’t know where he’s going, how is his fate, and he’s surrounded by only the swollen and white bodies of his companions, and the cold waters...”

"He is the same...can't do anything..."

Taylor couldn't stand it anymore, he held the other's glass: "Quick rope..."

The sound of the fast rope trembled between the clenched teeth, but he still stubbornly took his own glass:

"The young sailor survived - but he can no longer go out to sea..."

"Because whenever and wherever he closes his eyes, he can see the broken planks and the bodies of his companions. Hold your ears and you can hear the raging waves and the roar of heavy rain. You can smell the salty water of the sea when you twitch your nose. Blood..."

The fast rope picked up the glass and drank it.

"He has been afraid of ships since then, fearing the ocean, fearing the lake, and even fearing that there is water in the world..."

"So he came to the big desert."

“The place with the least water in the world.”

Boom!

The fast rope smashed the cup on the bar.

"But even in the big desert..."

He is holding a glass of wine.

"If a person dies, nothing can be left. Wyah, there is no trace at all." The voice of the fast rope is getting more and more hoarse:

"You have disappeared from this world, no thoughts, no feelings, no consciousness, nothing can be left, nothing makes sense, and you don't know anything."

His chest is ups and downs: "Kanza, Pangka, Haken, the breeze... they don't know anything."

Tyres listened silently.

"What is the meaning of our life?"

The fast rope hoarsely said: "Being suffering, and then waiting to be killed by fate, has disappeared since then, as if you have never been to this world?"

Tyres clenched his lips but didn't know how to answer.

The fast rope reached out, but caught an empty place where the bottle should have been.

At this time.

boom!

A thick black leather book squatted on the bar.

Tyres and the fast rope raised their heads in confusion.

I saw Tampa, the sinister tavern owner, standing in front of them. He grabbed the bottle in one hand and held the black book in one hand, coldly on the fast rope:

"Hey, what kind of customer you are looking for."

"What I want is those who are strong and powerful, but who are often in an unstable situation. They seem to be a lot of accidents. In fact, they can safely come back..."

The fast rope was slightly stunned, and the squinting eyes did not get together for a long time.

"This way I can make money, do you know? And the first customer you find is losing money... I really regret that I took your hand and I really thought that 'Dante's big sword' would be a good market. The result is this. It’s almost dead...”

Tyres brows slightly and feels uncomfortable with Tampa.

Hearing the familiar name, the fast rope bites the teeth and refutes to refute:

"We are!"

"There are strong muscles like Kanze and Haken. There are such powerful guides as McGee. The archers and sentinels like Pangka and the breeze have experienced old hammers and the best flower idiot captains." Hold the empty wine glass:

"There is the smartest Dean!"

"We..." His tone faded: "We should be the kind of ‘looking a lot unexpected,’ but it will be safe to come back.”

His voice was small and his tail was faintly fuzzy.

"should be."

The tavern owner stared at the fast rope.

After a second, he slaps and shoots a pen on a black book - hey!

"Here, remember his name in the books - that Kanze."

Tampa looked fiercely at the fast rope: "This is the rule, I can't allow even if there is an account that is unclear."

At that moment, the surrounding noisy seemed to be separated again.

Taylor looked at Tampa unexpectedly: he understood what the other person meant.

The fast rope is stunned.

His drunkenness seems to have been dispelled.

"boss……"

I saw Tampa biting his teeth and angered the black book: "And then figure out how much he saved, use the currency of the stars, please give me an integer, Scorpio!"

The breath of the fast rope is rushing.

"Thank you, thank you!"

The quick rope that I figured out excitedly took out Kanze’s little book from the waist pocket: “Tampa, boss, boss... I am the wife and children of Kanze...”

"To shut up!"

Tampa smacked the book impatiently, and the bottle was paused on the bar: "Fast! Write a name! Fuck... You drank me half a bottle of wine!"

The fast rope smashed like a frightened rabbit: "Of course!"

He took the pen in a hurry: "So I remember here? Amount, Kanze, is it K or C, or is it starting with other letters?"

"Ghosts know!"

Tampa picked up his arm and didn't feel good: "It's a bad deal anyway - you dare to try this bottle again!"

The fast rope that was going to have another drink was shocked. He looked at the hair of the book and shook his head and drunk, and immediately turned to help.

"Wai Ya, can you write? Dean said that you are a person with an identity in the North, you may understand..."

Tyres picked up his eyebrows and took the pen and the book: "Give me, I try to spell it... Kan-ze-"

The fast rope that found the savior was grateful, and raised the small book of Kanze on his hand: "Give it to you, I have to..."

The smile of the fast rope did not disappear, and when I looked up, I saw the wrinkled face of the tavern owner.

"If you dare to count more copper, fast rope, even the most valuable North Kahn copper coin..." Tampa leaned forward and unfolded his teeth, revealing a sly smile: "Fraud crime... you miss the bones Prison?"

The fast rope shuddered, carrying the pants and swallowing and turning around: "I have to, I have to find Enzo count... ask the nearest currency exchange rate..."

Looking at the back of the fast rope, Tampa snorted: "I will only cry at the bottle, I really haven't planted it."

Tyres didn't talk, he just smiled and bowed his head and started writing.

"C."

Taylor raised his head in confusion: "What?"

"The name of Kanze," I saw the tavern owner pressing the bottle and whispering his head:

"Start with C."

The tip of Tyres stopped.

"how do you know?"

The boss snorted:

"When he first came to the blade camp, I introduced him to the old hammer."

"Write something nice. The name is very important, especially on this book," Tampa faintly glared at the bottle in his hand, his eyes motionless: "Because even if you made a mistake..."

"He won't know."

The boss's words are slightly stiff.

Taylors bowed his head.

In accordance with the previous format, in the latest page of the ledger, the worker wrote the name of Kanze in full, and after reading it, he also turned a few pages forward, and checked the format to ensure that he would not make a mistake.

But his hand stopped at one of the pages.

Tyres’ eyes narrowed.

A second later, the prince looked up from the books in amazement and shouted a name:

"Cohen Karabyan?"

Tampa a glimpse.

"what happened?"

Seeing the familiar name, Taylor is slightly excited:

"The name on the ledger... I know this guy."

"So, Cohen used to save money for you...September 14, 671, the deposit..."

Tampa frowned.

Reading the words on the ledger, Thales rounded his eyes:

“Altogether two hundred and fifty Tomond gold coins?”

Two hundred and fifty... gold coins?

After a long while, Tyres breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the front incredulously:

"Oh shit."

Large dog.

A few seconds later, Tampa took the strange look back from him.

In the pub where people come and go, Tampa waved his hand and asked a guy to greet a group of newcomers.

Tampa took back the books, took a look at the face, and looked at Taylors thoughtfully.

"You know him?"

"of course."

Thinking of the past in the Palace of the Spirit, and thinking about the current situation, Taylors could not help but sigh: "We are friends... I have stood together and fought side by side."

"Stand together and fight side by side?"

Tampa seemed to be taken aback. He looked at Tells and asked suspiciously, "You, and Cohen?"

"Amount," Taylors was a little embarrassed. "Exactly, I stood and he fought."

Tampa stared straight at Tyres until he laughed and slammed the shoulders of Tyres!

"Very good! He is also my friend, haha, Cohen, the skinny little, the thief, the savvy bad guy..."

what?

Thin and small, thief thief, shrewd snobbery?

Taylors stunned.

"what?"

But Tampa seems to have no intention of stopping. The more he speaks, the more the knife on his neck rushes: "...the one who is the least courageous, and the favorite girl's skirt!"

The courage is the smallest... the skirt of the girl’s house...

Taylor's face is getting more and more weird.

"Amount, maybe we are talking, not the same Cohen?"

Tampa's smile stopped.

"But that is Cohen Karabyan, black-haired brown eyes, like a skinny monkey," Tampa's face showed suspicion: "Which Cohen are you talking about?"

Tyres scratched his head and smiled.

"Cohen... amount, a big young man who runs away from home, he is very tall, almost six and a half feet, very strong, muscular, blonde," Taylors tried to describe the tallest man in the impression, hopefully Boss: "Good at using swords, agile, playing up to like to bully people by the body, talking about some more... how to say..."

Tyres thought for a long time before he looked up and said:

"... stupid and stupid?"

Tampa listened to these descriptions and his face wrinkled again.

"It sounds like an annoying fool."

Tyres sighed.

Ok.

It seems... it is a mistake.

"In fact, if you know him, it's hard to hate him," Tyres shook his head. "He has something... special."

Tampa thinks thoughtfully.

"Well, we said," the pub owner spread his hand: "Maybe it's not the same Cohen."

"Oh," Tyres grabbed the glass and smiled unnaturally: "This way - sorry, admit the wrong person."

Just as Tyres was preparing to drink a bite to ease the shackles -

Boom!

Taylor looked astonished at Tampa, who pressed his hand to his glass. "What?"

I saw the boss of the "My Family" pub shaking his head in a blank expression:

"Trust me, you don't want to drink this glass of wine."

In the eyes of Tyre's horror, Tampa sprinkled the wine from the glass.

"There was a little bit of horse urine in it, and my old mouth was old," Tampa said, throwing the "added" wine glass aside. "Maybe there are some things that are drowsy and delicious. With profound connotations."

Taylors is stunned.

Horse urine...

Old man...

He stared at the boss, looked at the cup on the floor, remembered the full foam in the glass before, and almost drank it in his mouth...

Forcing the discomfort of the abdomen, and Tyres raised his head angrily: "What!"

Tampa grinned, but the fierce looks made his smile look ugly.

"Although you seem to have just arrived at the blade camp, you don't know the 'white pig'."

The pub boss shrugged. "But I don't think you are that simple... So, I have to look at your details... and decide whether you want to knock you, or you are... or, you know, come to camp recently. There are more aristocrats, and beautiful boys are popular among them."

"Obviously, the fast rope is not a good bodyguard."

Tyres was stunned first, then looked at Tampa with indignation:

"you……"

The boss smiled and squinted at the prince: "Some bad places are used to giving those newcomers a little color... both temptation and lesson. If it is ‘white pig,’ it sells the money directly.”

Tyres looked at the glass and protested disgustingly: "White pig...what?"

Tampa knocked on the book and narrowed his eyes: "Remember, kid,"

"This is called the 'first lesson'."

"Cohen didn't teach you?"

Tyres incredibly supported the bar.

The world bullies me to be unfair.

And I can only grieve with a look.

Then the prince only looked at each other with anger and anger: "So why did you change your mind?"

Tampaha smiled.

"Because you really know Cohen, maybe you really fought side by side with him, instead of following me and talking about it, pretending to be familiar."

Taylors raised his brow: "Cohn."

"Well, the violent gorilla that you obviously hate, but it's hard to really hate." The boss nodded and pointed to the name on the book, and the words were nostalgic.

Tampa smiled:

"Cohn is a big man, Karabyan."

silence.

Tyres was still angry, and he looked at each other with a look of dismay. Ironically: "Oh, thank you, I still know his ‘middle name' for the first time.”

Tampa took out a bottle of wine and a new glass and didn't mind giving him a full meal.

“No thanks,” the pub owner screamed at Xiaoqu and launched his new wine glass to entertain new guests: “Authentic Western Wild Beer...”

A corner of his mouth, revealing a few teeth, smiled slyly:

"Don't drink, don't feed."

(End of this chapter)