"You mean, Constance Brightstar, my little aunt?"

Thales repeated it subconsciously:

Constance.

Little scourge.

Escape from marriage.

besides……

"The tenth giant?"

"Uh-huh," Morris smiled knowingly at first, and then said gloomily:

"I still remember that on the day when we finally returned to the Star Kingdom after going through all kinds of hardships, the little disaster star proposed to have a drunken farewell, so we sneaked into the wine cellar of a certain big dog owner, and while

We cried and laughed until dawn, and then gave her this name. Of course, after we sobered up, we discovered that the 'wine cellar' full of wine she found was actually the supply warehouse of the General Security Department of Gonghai City."

Thales raised his eyebrows, remembering what Aunt Elise had told him about Constance's "glorious" past, and tentatively said:

"I heard that she is very 'lively'?"

"Lively?"

Morris recalled the past and sighed helplessly:

"Black Sword said that the Sunset Goddess probably caught a cold when she created Constance. She accidentally dropped her soul into the prison river and rinsed it. She could only pretend to be nonchalant and quickly fish it out when the god was not paying attention.

Tuck it in..."

"For her and the trouble she caused along the way..."

Morris' expression was a mixture of sweetness and bitterness.

But he shook his head, decisively disconnected from the past, and became dignified again.

Thales couldn't help but smile as he listened to the other party's words, and began to think about his notoriously unreliable aunt wandering around with the "Big Nine".

But when he thought of the cold little stone urn in the tomb of Canxing, his smile immediately disappeared.

"So this is how you meet Horace."

Thales returned to the present and said seriously:

"You don't seem to like him very much?"

Hearing the name again, Morris's expression became unsightly.

"No one likes him."

The fat man from the brotherhood snorted coldly:

"vice versa."

No one likes Horace.

Seeing his impression of Horace, doubts flooded into Thales's mind.

"Then why are you still working for him?"

The prince frowned and said:

"Take risks for him and do treacherous things?"

Morris glanced at him somewhat thoughtfully.

The fat man sneered lightly, with disdain on his face.

"We will not sacrifice our lives for him."

He said coldly: "Horace, that cold-blooded butcher, an inhuman pervert."

Cold-blooded butcher.

Thales became more and more puzzled:

"But"

"We are willing to go through life and death for Black Sword, just as he is willing to go through fire and water for us," the fat man interrupted, as if he didn't want to talk more:

"That's all."

Thales chewed on his words and sorted out the logic in them.

"You mean... it's Black Sword's decision to sacrifice your life for Horace," the prince narrowed his eyes and said, "And you are just... helping from the side?"

Morris twitched the corner of his mouth and was noncommittal.

"I remembered, you said that Black Sword and Horace are old acquaintances?"

The young man raised his head and reorganized his thoughts.

Black sword.

It seems that he is the key. "What is the relationship between them? What does he owe Horace? Or what did Horace give the Black Sword?"

"So much so that he is willing to go through life and death for the second prince, and even keeps you brothers of life and death as companions?"

Morris still didn't answer, just stared at him carefully.

After a few seconds, the fat man smiled softly, but the look he looked at Thales became more and more interesting.

"What happened? Why did you stop?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Morris smiled slyly and repeated his words:

"Why did you stop?"

Thales's expression changed.

But the fat man's eyes were still locked on him.

"Okay." Thales snorted coldly, thinking that this guy is really good at business.

He began to miss the cheerfulness of the Northlanders.

"Although the clues are messy and irrelevant to each other," the prince said solemnly:

"But from what I've seen and heard, what the Kingdom's Secret Department has done recently is generally converging in three directions."

Morris listened carefully.

"The most likely and most urgent one is Xihuang."

Thales couldn't help but feel heavy when he thought of Anke Bailar.

"This involves the military system, noble grievances, and political history. The bad thing is war and bloodshed, and that is the birthplace and lair of the Blood Bottle Gang."

Morris frowned slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"The second is the South Coast Territory."

The prince said calmly:

"As far as I know, business there is prosperous and life is prosperous. If there is any place where you and the Blood Bottle Gang can use the kingdom's secret science... you should be more familiar with it than me."

Morris was thoughtful.

"The last one is the Blade Territory, but I don't know much about it. I only know that it may be related to the local feudal structure."

Thales closed his mouth.

Silence returned between the two.

"that's all?"

Morris was a little disappointed and asked:

"Just three place names? Three duchies? Gone?"

Thales sneered softly.

"That's a secret science. Why, you want more?"

Morris worked hard to digest the information, his expression gradually changed:

"Xihuang, Nan'an, Blade, and us, are you kidding me?"

Thales had no intention of being polite to him:

"Why, do you think a prince came to the notorious Lower City just to joke with a gang leader?"

"Who knows, maybe you are just lustful and want to tease women?"

Thales showed a polite but hypocritical smile.

Morris thought solemnly for a while and then raised his head again.

"Okay, assuming what you said is true...if there is such a big thing behind it, what can you expect us to do?"

"In other words, what can we, the street gangsters, do about the kingdom's major events? We can just lie back and let it go."

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