Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 29: The catastrophe is imminent

　　Yordle, Gilbert, and Ji Ni who looked back from time to time with worried expressions, the three of them walked out of the banquet hall silently with different steps and different moods.

　　 Under the unextinguishable lights in the hall, only Thales sitting in the main seat and Morat standing far behind the banquet table remain.

　　 silence.

　　 but nervous.

　　 Thales pretended to loosen his shoulders easily, and pulled out a smile that was often used in the age of beggars.

　　 But he still felt that the black-clothed old man's devastating eyes were still fixed on him.

　　 Thales felt the weird atmosphere in front of him, doubts constantly appeared in his heart, and his mind held on to the only information.

　　The head of the secret branch of the kingdom.

　　 Intelligence chief.

　　Black Prophet.

　　venomous snake.

　　 Know my identity as a beggar.

　　 There are also Red Square Street and...Magic Master.

　　 "I won't talk nonsense, boy," Morat seemed to have lost his patience. He abandoned the warmth of the past, and his hoarse voice was extremely harsh:

　　 "I just want to know, the night you escaped from Red Square Street."

　　 "When I met the magician of Qi, all the things he said to you."

　　How did he know that Ashida was talking to me?

　　Yordel, did he betray me?

　　 Thales’s brain is running frantically, but this time, there are too many variables and information to be processed.

　　What did Yodel say to him? How much did you say? What exactly does Morat know?

　　About Ashida, about the Blood Bottle Gang, about...My magic is "out of control"?

　　 But anyway—Tels was sure in his nervous heart: I must first guarantee my safety.

　　 Since that night, after Quaid came to the sixth room to search for the private copper, he, Qier Thales, or the quasi-heir Thales, seems to have been accustomed to the lonely tree floating in the involuntary fate of wind and rain. Strive to survive.

　　"What?" Thales' face showed just the right color of doubt, and then he seamlessly said: "Oh, magician! You mean, the bosses of the legendary blood bottle gang?"

　　 Morat narrowed his eyes lightly, seeming to be confused and hesitant.

　　 Thales pretended to be remembering, and lightly scratched his head: "That night, I remember everything was so messy, everywhere... the words of the blood bottle help boss..."

　　 But things were not as he expected.

　　 "Child!"

　　 He was interrupted.

　　 Morat squeezed his cane blankly, and the voice reached Thales’ ears.

　　"You are very talented in lying and acting. But what I want to ask is," Morat opened his eyes suddenly, and his dark eyes shot into Thales’s eyes, making people chill: "Your Old friend-Ashida Sackern!"

　　 Thales was shocked.

　　 "I'll say it again."

　　 "Before Yordel appeared and sealed him, what did Ashida tell you?"

　　 Morat waited for his answer with burning eyes.

　　 Thales stopped dumbly and lowered his head.

　　What does he know?

　　 Does he know that I have met Ashida? Or did he see through me directly?

　　 No matter what-the drummer in the mind of the traveler-is too bad.

　　 This old man—Thyls tried his best to calm down—probably will be the most difficult guy I face.

　　 But since he asked, he shouldn’t know yet—Tyles gritted his teeth and secretly said—I don’t know what Ashida said to me.

　　 Especially, Ashida and I are the same thing.

　　 But Morat's next sentence shattered his thoughts again.

　　 "Let me remind you again, boy," Morat smiled ugly:

　　 "Aishida, I found a new magician, right."

　　 At that moment, Thales felt like falling straight into the ice cave!

　　Yordel, the traveler wondered in a panic, what exactly did Yodel tell him?

　　 Why is he so sure?

　　 "Hehe," Morat laughed strangely.

　　 "People are afraid of me, and it's not without reason." Step by step, the old man in black came up with a cane and approached Thales.

　　 At that moment, Thales even had the desire to run away.

　　 "I'm a power-saver-although I don't like this power, it really helped me a lot."

　　 An unpleasant thought flashed through Thales' mind.

　　"About the magician of Qi, you don't have to lie anymore."

　　"I can see clearly in your brain--Aishida, ah, that handsome little white face in blue clothes, God, he is still so young!"

　　 Morat's words hit Thales in the chest like a hammer!

　　 But the interested Morat hasn't finished yet, and each of his words makes Thales more chilling.

　　"What's in Ashida's hand, a blue ball?"

　　"Look at those three meatballs, does he still like to play squeezing human flesh?"

　　 "Well, why is it dark around? Where are you guys?"

　　 Morat’s face is full of relish, as if reading an interesting travel note.

　　 Thales, whose brain was blank, began to tremble unconsciously.

　　Blue clothes?

　　 Little white face?

　　 The blue ball?

　　 Squeeze human flesh?

　　 It's pitch black?

　　How did he know? How could he know?

　　 Thales even felt that his breathing was almost stagnating.

　　 Morat seems to be very tired, he lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Ah, this ability is really hard to use, it can't be used frequently."

　　 He immediately raised his head, grinned, showing a wrinkled ugly smile, and looked at Thales who was already sluggish:

　　 "That's why, others call me ‘Black Prophet’."

　　 Thales was too shocked to speak.

　　 I saw Morat gently open his lips and spit out the most poisonous words for the traveler:

　　 "Yes, kid."

　　 "I can read people's hearts."

　　 At this time, Thales really felt that he was about to die.

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　　 "What do you do now," Standing on the corridor on the second floor, the first court lady, Jini looked at the two men in front of her with a bleak expression: "You know Morat's ability and ability, he will use Secrets, information, scandals, everything you can think of, to control anyone he wants to control."

　　 "You can rest assured that that kid..." Ji Ni walked a few steps, bitterly said: "He is very smart, very mature, and has potential-but that's the black prophet!"

　　 "The All-Knowing "Black Prophet"!"

　　 "I know his capabilities," Gilbert said solemnly, "Do you think, without the help of Secret Science, how was the "Fortress Peace Treaty" signed back then?"

　　 "Then you still let him---Kaiser, that bastard, what the **** did you think!" Ji Ni slapped her hand on the railing on the second floor with great force, and directly dented the railing made of cedar. A piece.

　　At this moment, Gilbert frowned and suddenly looked back.

　　 Ji Ni, who felt different, also turned her head in confusion.

The 　　 huge corridor, except for the motionless guards, there are only two of them.

　　 At some point, Yordel has disappeared.

　　 again.

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　　 At the same time.

　　 At the north gate of Yongxing City, the guards and the city defense team have finished their day of standing guard and are preparing to pull down the giant gate and close the magnificent black stone gate.

　　 It's another peaceful day... The city defense captain of the last squad thought this way, waved his hand, and prepared to shift.

　　 But at the city gate, the soldiers standing on guard saw sharply. In the distance, several figures riding on horses galloped towards the capital.

　　 Behind them is a white banner.

　　 "Wait! Don't close the city gate first!" The sentry shouted to a team of colleagues at the gate with a loud voice: "Quick horse! It should be a messenger!"

The captain 　　 got up to the city gate suspiciously and looked at the cavalry in the distance.

　　 Until the opponent approached, the captain was surprised to see that the opponent was holding a white eagle flag.

　　 Flying eagle on white background?

　　 The post five miles away did not stop them, it should be an important messenger, but...

The captain 　　 takes a solemn step forward, and he yells:

　　 "The capital is ahead! Slow down immediately!"

　　 "City defense team, interception formation!"

　　Below the city gate, dozens of soldiers from the city defense team immediately shouted, their swords out of their sheaths, their shields into walls, and the stars shone, blocking the city gates, forming a battle in the direction of the cavalry!

　　 "Knight, slow down now! Report identity affairs!" The captain yelled outside the city.

　　 I saw the knight under the city raise his head, but his speed remained constant. He raised a scroll and shouted anxiously:

　　"An urgent letter from the lord of Coldcastle, the guardian duke of the north, Lord Val Allende!"

　　 "Emergency level: seventh class!"

　　 "The path is your majesty!"

　　 "Everyone must not stop!"

　　"Your Lord Duke will be here soon!"

　　 "This is an adult's warrant!"

　　While speaking, the knight raised his hand, and the scroll with the stone flew up to the gate incredibly, and was firmly grasped by the captain with super-level strength.

　　 is a master, worthy of being a knight in the north—the captain felt the strength of his hand and thought silently.

　　 But when the captain removed the paint on it, scanned it again, and checked the signature and imprint on it~IndoMTL.com~ he nodded.

Captain 　　 stepped up to the outer edge of the city gate in three or two steps and shouted at the following formation:

　　 "Everyone, spread out! Let go immediately!"

　　 "I'm grateful!" The knights under the city gate rushed past the soldiers who gave way. Under the surprised eyes of passers-by, they beat their mounts desperately and galloped towards the center of the capital.

　　 "Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!" The leading knight looked crazy, and urged the whole team without hesitation!

The captain 　　 looked at the knight who was going away, with a bad expression: "Don't close the door, if what he said is true, we still have a North Guardian Duke to meet him."

　　 Emergency level, seventh class?

　　The most urgent report and letter I have encountered since taking office is the military report that your Majesty brought the coalition forces to defeat the Boneman and the Orcs? Remember that is the sixth class?

　　 What is going on?

　　 He was puzzled.

The captain 　　 hesitated, but still turned his head and asked the colleagues behind him:

　　 "The seventh-level emergency report, when was the last time?"

The 　　 city defense team all looked at each other with doubts.

　　 "Do we have a seventh emergency level?" a young soldier even scratched his head and asked.

　　 There was silence.

　　 "Yes, seventh class."

　　 There was a heavy voice, and the soldiers turned their heads to look at the veteran inside.

　　 I saw the veteran with a blue face, as if remembering some terrible past:

　　 "Last time..."

　　 He whispered with white lips:

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