Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 22: The black prophet on the other side

The cell in the city gate suddenly became quiet. www.しωχS520. com

Cohen's eyes widened and looked at the determined prince in amazement.

Miranda looked at Raphael's right hand quietly, with a calm expression.

"What?" Wiya frowned: "This...Your Highness, what you said..."

Rolf behind him grabbed the attendant's shoulder and shook his head at him.

Tyles and Raphael's eyes met in the air, one side was decisive, and the other was calm.

Five seconds later, Raphael took a deep breath, his eyes sharpened.

He noticed that Thales had just unknowingly moved into the corner of the cell.

He planned it.

This distance is farther, even if you want to knock him out suddenly...

Raphael glanced at Wiya and Rolf beside him and sighed softly.

"Excuse me, my lord," I saw the young man in the secret department speak calmly: "But we are in a dangerous situation now. If we want to talk about drinking and talking, we might as well wait until we escape."

The lights in the cell flickered slightly.

Thyls smiled.

"In the future?" The prince gently drew out the dagger in his hand and slowly said: "After getting out of danger, I won't have a chance to know the truth, right."

"If I don't ask, do you plan to never tell me?"

According to the secret science habit of **** and cheating, now is the only time they can speak, Thales thought silently.

The atmosphere in the field is a bit solemn and tense.

Raphae frowned slightly: "Prince Thales, you are known for being young and old in the stars, but at this moment your behavior is very naive..."

Tyles looked cold, he looked at Raphael's calm expression, and laughed softly.

"Naive?"

"I still remember the letter from Count Gilbert Castle."

Hearing his father's name, Huaiya's face moved slightly.

"He told me that the Black Prophet agreed to him that the Secret Science will take care of the blood magician's affairs." At this point, Thales snorted: "Let me not worry."

Cohen glanced at Raphael, who was silent, and couldn't help but want to speak, but Miranda held his hand.

Thyls sighed.

"Look, if I wholeheartedly believe that you are my savior, entrust everything to Secret, follow you obediently and carefree at the mercy of others," Thales' eyes began to change It becomes colder: "That's called naive."

Raphael narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and fell silent for a while.

"I understand your mood."

"But now is not the time, Your Highness," Raphael raised his head and glanced around before silently saying: "Your request will also concern the safety of everyone in this house."

Cohen frowned slightly, but Miranda had already spoken first.

"No," the female swordsman of the Allende family looked at her former lover and said indifferently, "We are also in it, and I also want to know the truth."

Not only that.

I want to know more about you, Raphael.

The young man in the secret department was slightly startled.

Raphael looked back at her calmly, eyes complicated.

"Raphael," Cohen sighed, "Maybe you should be more honest-like last night, if you are willing to explain to us, maybe..."

The guard glanced at the dim cell, sighed and shook his head slowly.

Tyles stood in the corner and nodded slightly: "Trust me, to make a long story short-there is no better time than now,"

A irritability suddenly surged into Raphael's heart.

"Are you all crazy? We must leave as soon as possible," Raphael frowned. He looked around the people around him, and his speech gradually accelerated: "They work in shifts in three hours, and patrol every half an hour... …"

Huiya was shocked, and quickly posted to the door, listening to the voice outside.

However, Miranda shook her head and interrupted Raphael.

"Anyway, we have to break through unexpectedly-it will be sooner or later to run into the enemy," the girl from Arund’s family had a cold face, staring at Raphael: "Instead of meeting them halfway, it’s better to be People who are patrolling or shifting ambush here, and then kill them out in one fell swoop."

Raphael's face is getting more and more ugly.

"But since you said that, you might as well hurry up," the second prince shook his head and said, "tell the ins and outs in half an hour?"

"And we don't have to spend it like this."

Raphael looked at Thales dumbfounded.

The young man in the secret department took a deep breath.

"Chaman Rumba," he turned his head, his expression serious, and his words were quick: "Do you know what happened when you fell into his hands again? You know that the Star Kingdom will be..."

"Of course!"

Thyls raised his head without showing any weakness, and looked directly at his red eyes: "And I also know that I fell into his hands because of someone's ‘help’!"

Raphael was taken aback for a moment, and Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with different expressions.

"Yes, maybe I will die, maybe I will be stigmatized and tortured before I die," the second prince said lightly: "But at least I chose to die clearly and not under the knife handed over behind my back. , Lost his life in a daze."

Raphael squeezed his fist slightly.

"Is this important? Even at this time, you are in a dangerous situation, surrounded by powerful enemies," the visitor from Secret Branch exhaled heavily, emotionally a little unstable: "You have to waste time in this The details are already irrelevant?"

"Yes, this is very important," Thales narrowed his eyes. "And I'm sure, this is by no means an ‘insignificant detail’."

If Secret is a collaborator of Rumba...

"I don't know if I am where I am now, whether it is also part of your plan."

"I don't know if I will go with you now, I will fall into another trap."

Tyles looked at several faces with different expressions and nodded solemnly and seriously.

"A female friend of mine warned me when dealing with family disputes to be wary of the so-called "allies" who would stabb you from behind." Recalling the past, Thales sighed and felt the neck A certain part of the pain is dull.

"And one of my king’s friends demonstrated in person," Thales didn’t accidentally see Xiao Shua’s head trembling, "Ignoring those inconspicuous but vital details will make you unclear. Head down."

The cell was quiet for a moment.

Raphael looked at him quietly, and after a few seconds, he sighed in a long sigh: "You have so many friends."

"Ah, I have a lot of experience," recalling the experience along the way, Thales said with deep emotion: "I have benefited a lot from each of them."

The cell is quiet again.

Raphael stared into Thales's eyes, his gaze staying for a long time, and his brows moved.

Finally, he nodded slowly as if he had made up his mind.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

But Raphael's next sentence made him frown.

"However, this is classified information belonging to the secret branch, even if you are a prince, and the future king," Raphael whispered. He looked at the people around him, "I can't disclose it to you privately-- And unrelated people."

Cohen's expression changed, and Miranda sighed.

Thyls frowned: "You..."

"So, about the relationship between Secret and Rumba," but Raphael spoke again, only listening to him cocked his mouth, smiling nonchalantly: "I suggest you ask him-just so, I also have some questions. Go and ask him."

Everyone present was taken aback.

"He?" Thales was suspicious: "Ask who?"

Only Miranda paled, thinking of something.

"Oh," Raphael looked around at the people around him, showing a mysterious expression: "Of course it is the adult."

Just listen to him slowly open his mouth, biting out a name from his mouth:

"Lord Morat Hansen."

The scene was quiet for a second.

One second later, the people who understood the name and reacted suddenly changed their expressions.

Tyles' breathing was slightly stagnant, and Cohen's expression froze on his face, Wiya stabbed Rolph with an unfavorable look, even covering his mouth with a slippery head.

In a few seconds.

"Black Prophet?"

Thyls adjusted his breathing and said in doubt: "But he is not..."

"No," Cohen's face changed drastically. He held down his sword and turned his head to look around: "He is here, in Longxiao City?"

Raphael twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, with a subtle expression.

"Yes, he is here."

Everyone frowned.

"But he is there too," I saw the young man in the secret department with a relaxed attitude:

"Black Prophet is everywhere."

After speaking, Raphael no longer pays attention to the unknown people.

I saw him take a deep breath.

Raphael stretched out his right hand, palms facing upwards, exposing white wrists.

He put his left hand on his right arm and grabbed the sleeve that had just been split into two.

Raphael frowned slightly.

He raised his head and gave Miranda a deep look among the crowd.

The expression seemed hesitant.

Miranda looked back at him quietly, sadness in her eyes, then determination.

She nodded slightly to Raphael.

Cohen, who was very familiar with the two, felt the abnormal atmosphere and was slightly startled.

Raphael sighed and decisively pulled the sleeve on his right arm back.

Showing his forearm.

But the moment Raphael opened his sleeves, everyone was stunned.

Raphael's hands are perfect, white—it's not like a swordsman should have.

But under his wrist, there was something out of place and ugly.

It destroys the overall look and feel.

On the bottom of Raphael's right wrist, there was a scarlet scar with the flesh turned out—it looked like a burn or burn.

The area of ​​the scar is so large that it snakes down from the wrist and almost fills up half of Raphael's forearm.

What's even more bizarre is that this scar seems very regular, like a meaningful pattern.

Miranda closed her eyes severely and turned her head away, seemingly afraid to look again.

Tyles' heart was filled with doubts, and the little slicker behind him stretched out half of his face curiously.

"This, this is..." Cohen stretched out his hand involuntarily and grabbed Raphael's hand. He looked at the extremely ugly scar on Raphael's hand in shock and exclaimed:

"It's a branding!"

The guard raised his head abruptly, an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Wait, the mark of this position, and the mark of this depth," Cohen opened his mouth wide, his expression frightened, and his voice was a little trembling, "I'm in the Western Desert, in the hands of the prisoners in the Bone Prison Have seen..."

"This is one of the heaviest punishments..."

Hearing this, Thales' heart moved.

Lafayette sighed, he broke free of Cohen: "This is not the point, I want to contact now..."

But Cohen didn't listen to him, and saw the police officer gritted his teeth, grabbed Raphael's other arm abruptly, and pulled his sleeve up.

Everyone was stunned again.

On Raphael's left arm, there was also a terrible scar almost the same as that of his right arm, lying abruptly under his wrist.

The scars and blood knots almost cover the blood vessels.

Rolf trembled in his heart, unconsciously stretched out his hand, and touched his throat under his mask.

That kind of scar...

"Your hand, no, no..." Cohen looked at the scary scar on his friend's wrist, shook his head as if he didn't believe it, and said, "Who is it, who did it?"

Raphael closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath from his nose, frowning slightly.

As if remembering something.

Thyls raised his head, and Miranda's pale face and trembling lips were in sight.

The female swordsman pressed her mouth tightly, her eyes trembled at the terrible scar on Raphael's hand, shaking slightly.

"They, they actually abolished your hand?" Cohen looked at his friend, his eyes were full of shock and anger, and he murmured palely:

"Abandoned the hands of a swordsman?"

Raphael opened his eyes abruptly and flicked Cohen away.

"Enough!"

Raphael pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, his face changed rarely, and he yelled at Cohen angrily: "It's not important-I've healed!"

Thyls sighed softly in his heart: He knew what it was.

That is a peculiar punishment.

He used to lie down under the windowsill of the big house of the Brotherhood, and sneaked into the execution of thugs--a small and self-righteous collection leader.

This kind of branding is left by a special soldering iron with a thin, rising blade cast on the surface of the soldering surface—it looks like a stamp, but it’s more than the protrusion on the stamp. Infinitely sharp. When the red branding iron imprints on the wrist, it is not just as simple as leaving a burn. The special and protruding sharp branding blade will burn the flesh and directly cut into the deep tissues and blood vessels, completely destroying the muscles and tendons that control the fingers.

After execution, the victim’s muscles, muscles, blood vessels, and even nerves and tendons will suffer irreversible and permanent damage.

Of course, these hands are ruined, and they can't help trembling in daily life.

Tyles still remembers the poor fellow who was tortured. He can't even pick up the bowl from now on. He sits on the street in a daze every day, grabbing food with wild dogs with his mouth, waiting for the kind people. Alms.

One month later, he fell dead on the dark street.

Thyls raised his head, looking at Raphael with a little astonishment and irritation.

This guy has also suffered that kind of punishment?

His hand...

I saw Raphael's expression unhappy. He held his right forearm and stared at the ugly scar, his arm trembled slightly, as if to see a flower on it.

But Thales' heart moved.

Not right.

That's a permanent disability, how can it be cured?

Also, if he is executed this kind of punishment, he can't even pick up the tableware, but Raphael just...

His thoughts were interrupted by Cohen.

"Miranda, you know, right?"

Tyles turned his head and watched Cohen, who was trying to suppress his emotions, pressed Miranda's shoulders and asked urgently.

Waiya took the other arm of the police officer anxiously, trying to drag him back.

"At that level...it's impossible to heal at all--you found out when you met last night!" The guard stared at Miranda, who was silent, and said angrily: "You started from the beginning. Just know what's going on!"

"Miranda, tell me who made Raphael's hand abolished!"

"Secret Section? Or the **** Black Prophet?"

But Miss Allende just closed her eyes, her expression sorrowful, she shook her head without saying a word, with a painful expression on her face.

Not at all like the cold and sensitive female swordsman before.

Tyles looked at the burn mark, and his heart felt bright.

He seems to know the answer.

The burn mark on Raphael's hand has a special pattern faintly on the **** scar.

That is the trace left by the specially cast branded blade.

In order to identify the family coat of arms and emblems of important nobles, Thales once threw Gilbert to him in the Book of Star Kingdom Seals and painfully memorized them-from coat of arms to patterns, to emblems to codes. , And then to the signature seal of the king.

And on the scar on Raphael's wrist-there is a rare engraved ancient imperial script, which is very different from the current letter writing, because it is too old to even be used on the lacquer seal of the letter.

That is the letter ‘A’.

Represents the surname of a respected nobleman.

It has been passed down to today’s noble family since the ancient empire.

The eagle soaring in the north.

Thinking of this, Thales sighed slightly.

"Cohen Karabyan, let her go!"

Raphael's voice trembled.

They turned their heads, but were surprised to see that Raphael was leaning on the wall with difficulty, his exposed forearms trembling constantly, as if experiencing some torture.

"We are still in the cell!"

Raphael’s face is distorted, his voice is terrible, and his voice is a bit thick: "Don’t mess up!"

Miranda suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the sound.

Boom!

She punched Cohen's stomach with a elbow.

Under the wide-open eyes of the others, Cohen took a step backwards bitterly, while Miranda rushed to Raphael in threes or twos with a panic expression.

"What's the matter?" Miranda trembled, holding on to Raphael who was in an incorrect state: "What's the matter?"

Tyles squinted his eyes, and he didn't feel right.

"Enough, this is not the key," Raphael said with a pained expression: "Next, no matter what you see, don't make a fuss."

Anomalous regeneration.

The next moment, I saw Raphael convulse suddenly, and the burn mark of flesh and blood on his right forearm, like alive, suddenly arched upward.

A dark wavy line appeared along the direction of his forearm.

Then, the scar broke suddenly!

Yes, it's cracked.

And regularly, from that line, the canine teeth are staggered and split like jagged teeth!

"Tear...La..." A rustling voice sounded like a piece of cloth torn.

Except for Raphael, who seemed to be constantly enduring pain, everyone was stunned.

This is...what the hell?

What to describe, it’s like a mouth lurking under the skin, without lips but teeth, suddenly arched from Raphael’s arm, and then opened a mouth full of sharp teeth, tearing skin!

Thyls only felt goosebumps.

The "mouth" covered in Raphael's skin was halfway open, revealing its contents.

It was endless pitch black, like a black hole.

Nothing can be seen.

Tyles felt a chill.

The "mouth" did not expand smoothly, and it slowed down.

"Hurry up, block the light," Raphael almost weighed his whole body weight on Miranda. He clenched his teeth tightly, his face twisted, and said in pain:

"It doesn't like...light..."

Cohen, who got up from the ground, was startled, and quickly stood up and blocked an inextinguishable light by his height.

Finally, the terrifying "mouth" parasitic on Raphael's body was fully unfolded in his hand.

Its pitch-black "tines" point outwards, shaking slightly.

As if breathing.

The center of that "mouth" is still a bottomless black hole with invisible depth.

Raphael exhaled fiercely, with cold sweat on his face, as if he had just escaped from torture.

"Okay, Mira..." He forced a smile: "It's okay."

Miranda looked at Raphael with an expression of pain, and felt terribly heartache while shaking.

Raphael...

What have you experienced...

And Cohen stared in shock~IndoMTL.com~ asked everyone's question: "This...what the **** is this?"

Tyles looked at Raphael’s forearm in astonishment, staring at the shrinking black hole that seemed to be breathing, and at the pitch-black tines attached to Raphael’s flesh and blood. I feel numb in my scalp.

At this moment, a voice that Thales was extremely familiar with came out of the crippling black hole, and it frightened everyone.

It was a cold, hoarse, old, chilling male gloomy voice.

Hearing that voice, Thales remembered the memories of the past, only to feel the hair on his body exploded.

In the quiet cell, the voice of the black prophet Morat Hansen, the head of the secret branch of the Star Kingdom, with his unique and unpleasant tone, from the dark side of Raphael’s arm, faint From the ground:

"Tsk tsk, the third transmission in five hours...how much did you let that worm eat?"

"An arm?"