Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 144: The Knight of Penalty

The iron curtain was completely lowered, and the fire light entered the space behind the fence, reflecting a figure half-kneeling on the ground.

Ricky and Semir stood in front of the cell, staring at him intently.

Tyles narrowed his eyes and saw the man in the cell in the erratic light.

It was a middle-aged man of a good age, kneeling on the ground behind the fence, holding his hands on his chest, shaking his head constantly, talking to himself.

"Of course, I will take on my obligations, and I will face my guilt..."

I didn't seem to hear the iron curtain fall, nor did I see the sparkle of fire.

No wonder, Ricky would say it sounds like praying.

But...

Thyls stared at the man in a daze: What is he doing?

Ricky and Semir looked at each other again, revealing each other's doubts.

"Sack...Sacker?" Semir took a step forward and asked tentatively.

With previous experience, he was especially careful this time, not even expecting a response.

But the man responded.

Kneeling on the ground, the muttering man slowly stopped what was in his mouth.

He slowly raised his head, his shoulders moved as little as a porter carrying a heavy load.

As he looked up, Thales could see his appearance clearly.

Brown hair, long face, sharp outline.

It looks even younger than Putila, who looks like a little old man.

Obviously, compared to the seven embarrassed and dirty former royal guard members imprisoned on it, this man has taken care of himself as "good", at least his tangled hair has not grown to his chest, and his hair has tips The cut marks are neat, and the beard on the chin will not turn into a bird's nest, but a few inches are left, and even at first glance, it is not very yellow and thin.

In the center of his forehead, there is a clearly identifiable "s" imprint with the flesh turned out.

If it weren't for dirty clothes, stained faces, and the same odor that should not be underestimated, Thales would hardly even suspect that the person in front of him was a prisoner.

The man stared at the flames in front of him, squinted his eyes, and looked confused.

A few seconds later, he then raised his palm to block the dazzling flame, as if he had just reacted.

"Light...and sound?"

The middle-aged man showed a dazed expression and looked a little dull.

"There are...people?"

But soon, the man hid his face behind his palm again, and leaned his head against the ground. He curled up on the ground and wailed in pain.

"No, no, no..."

Semuel and Ricky looked at each other in surprise, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man with his face buried in his hands made a vague question: "Is this another test for you?"

"Sa...you..." Semir stepped forward, looking at the reaction of the person in front of him in disbelief, hesitated to speak, and finally accepted his words:

"What test?"

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head.

"The test before me."

This time, the long-faced man looked nervous, and he finally turned his gaze to the three visitors: "Three, they look like living people, two are wearing weapons, one is young and immature."

"What is this, an opponent that must be knocked down, or a hostage that must be saved?"

"Or use the illusion of hope to lead me into the trap of despair?"

The three mentioned were stunned.

Suddenly, the long-faced man changed his face again. He turned to Ricky outside the cell, frowning, and his tone was serious:

"Hey, are you a demon?"

The torch in Ricky's hand trembled slightly.

The Sword of Disaster gritted his teeth and looked at his companion for unknown reasons: "He is..."

Semir shook his head, but his expression was heavy and his eyes were pained.

The long-faced man didn't seem to want them to answer. He took a deep breath and got up from the ground with a smile.

"I must admit that I always see them: the legendary demon that deceives people, the monster in **** that never sees the sun."

"Their fingers have been scratching in my heart, their tongue has never stayed in the whispering in my ears, and their eyes have been patrolling in the dark for a long time. Every minute, every second, they change their own scenes, trying to tempt me Fall into the abyss, fall into hell."

The man leaned against the wall, looking deep into the distance, as if talking to them, and saying to himself: "They will tell us like this: Give up, accept, compromise..."

"There is no hope in your world anyway..."

Semir couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward, lighting up the man's face with a torch, and yelling out his name: "Sacuel!"

The sound is loud, shaking the hall.

The long-faced man in the cell was shocked!

He paused, his confused eyes slowly focusing.

"Sa, Ke, Ah, Er?" The middle-aged man repeated slowly, almost syllable by syllable.

Semuel gritted his teeth, an inexplicable resentment arose in his heart, and waved the torch in his hand, making it burn more vigorously.

"Yes!"

Semir knocked on the fence with a torch, throwing out a burst of sparks and said: "It's me! Semir!"

"Wake up!"

"The'Knight of Punishment' Saker!"

The man named Thaker paused.

He breathed slowly, and said suspicious words: "Punishment knight?"

But then, Thacker shook his head and laughed loudly: "In the past, yes, in the endless years, the demons in my heart always like to use this to confuse me... the glory of the past, the regret of the past , The remorse of the past, but those are fake, they deceive me and want me to believe."

While speaking, Sackel seemed to fall into muttering to himself:

"Maybe I'm not perfect, maybe I'm not firm enough, maybe I'm not strong enough, so they will once again have the opportunity to take advantage of it, follow the trail, try to crush me, break me... But at least I am pleased : I am aware of their existence and know that we must have a battle with each other."

Communication failed, Semir looked at the person in front of him blankly, and Ricky beside him let out a faint sigh.

Ricky noticed suddenly, and Thales on one side stared at the seemingly abnormal man, staring intently.

It seems to remember something.

But as Thaker spoke, his expression slowly changed.

"But, yes, I will cheer up, I will remember that I have fought life and death with the most powerful adversary, sacrificed my life for the most noble ideas, and everything in front of me is just a fork when I am lost. ."

The middle-aged man's smile slowly disappeared, his breathing accelerated.

He seemed to remember something, grabbed his hair with both hands, and fell to his knees again.

The man trembles his lips and trembles all over:

"Wait, Thacker, Thacker, Thacker?"

The people outside the cell looked at him like this, but didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Thacker's eyes lit up!

"Yes, Saker!"

The man's eyes burst into flames, and his face instantly became extremely hideous!

"Ahhhhh!"

Sackel roared, grabbed his hair and raised his head and drank:

"Get out of my head!"

His roar was high and his movements were so loud that the three people in front of the cell had to step back subconsciously.

But Saker’s madness did not end.

"Dirty and filthy monster! Despicable bitch! Sneaky demon! Crooked tricks!"

I saw the man in the cell desperately scratching his head, kneeling on the ground and screaming:

"I am Imanu Saker, the glorious Ludor! The noble descendants of the great empire walking on the homeland of Shavin! The ancient knights born under the vanguard of Emperor Komora!"

Thyls stared at the opponent's madness, not even paying attention to what he shouted.

Immediately, Thacker squeezed his fists, his muscles exploded with great strength, and hit the ground fiercely!

Boom!

Sackel's appearance became more and more crazily gaffe, his roar echoed in the hall, making Semir and Ricky all the same.

"I am the Royal Knight and Lord of Honor of the Star Kingdom! The penalty officer of the royal guard, the watchman, the guardian of the throne, the custodian of the royal treasury..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He punched his fists one after another, his eyes seemed to contain unbearable anger.

"The world gave me the name of'Punishment Knight'——I will punish my sins severely, and the punishment will be misplaced!"

Sackel cried out in pain, and after a moment he seemed to be slightly tired, but he only stopped beating the ground, but he stood up and threw himself on the fence!

"What are you! Dare, dare to interfere with my spirit and will!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at the empty dark void, and his hands holding the railing couldn't help but tremble: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Your delusion can destroy me!"

The three people outside the cell watched the insane scene of the prisoner in shock, staring at each other at a loss.

"I'm bound to defeat you, defeat you, and destroy you-die with the enemy, do whatever you want!"

Sackel's madness seems to have reached its culmination, holding the fence and roaring hysterically.

Finally, the light smoke between the railing and the palm turned into a bright light.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the crazy Saker fell to the ground, motionless.

The hall replied quietly.

The three people outside the prison held their breath, and did not recover for a while.

"I thought, I thought Barney and the others were serious enough," Semir turned around with difficulty: "But I didn't expect that even a strong fighter like Thaker would become... ... becomes..."

He can't continue.

Ricky snorted and looked at the cell with disdain, looking at the motionless figure on the ground, to complement Semir's words:

"Become a lunatic."

Silence.

Until a slightly naive voice broke the silence.

"Not a lunatic."

Ricky and Semir turned around in surprise, looking at Thales who was speaking.

I saw the prince staring fixedly at the people in the cell at this moment, but his eyes flashed with pain from nowhere:

"He just...just lives in another world...a world different from ours."

Thyls said it hard.

Complex mood.

Ricky glanced at the prince strangely.

"He was held in solitary confinement for eighteen years," Semir sighed:

"It's not his fault."

However, a few seconds later, a dull voice that they didn't expect came from the cell again.

"If you lock up a coward for eighteen years, he will not become a brave man."

Compared with the previous one, this male voice is more firm and thick.

"But you shut the strong man for eighteen years and let him face his own heart," I saw Sackel climbed up from the ground again, holding on to the wall with a little effort:

"He will only grow stronger."

Now the prisoner, the former guard of the royal guard, Sackel turned a cold and indifferent face, but his eyes were extremely clear, looking at them across the fence.

The three of them looked at Sackel who was speaking again in surprise, remembering the latter's performance just now, staring at him suspiciously.

"He's... talking to us?" Ricky looked at the prisoner, then turned around and asked Semir in disbelief.

But Semir just stared at Thacker in the cell, without replying.

Sacker snorted and glanced at the three people outside the cell.

The madness of not seeing any talent.

Thyls, who was swept by his sight, only felt nervous.

But the prince was not sure whether the prisoner at this moment was sensible.

"Is there anyone else?"

Sacuel’s dull voice is a bit low, full of nervous rhythm: "So...I have a visitor today? It's rare."

The three looked at each other and finally determined that the long-faced man was talking to them.

Semuel looked at the prisoner's eyes slowly showing shock:

"Sacker? You are okay..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm awake now, it's been too long since I saw light," Sackel frowned and patted the railing, then shook his palm, obviously uncomfortable:

"This thing is pretty easy to use."

"As for just now, it's just a daily process...maybe it may seem strange, but it's nothing."

Indeed, Thacker at this moment looks extremely normal.

It's a little too normal, some...not like a person who has been imprisoned for eighteen years.

Ricky stared at him distrustfully, slightly sarcastically:

"Somewhat weird? Are you sure?"

"That's another journey," Sackel responded indifferently, then looked at Thales in particular:

"As you said, child, another world, a different world."

His eyes were flat, but he always made Thales subconsciously squeeze his fists and tighten his muscles.

This person...he in this state is the legendary...

The penalty knight?

But Semil and Ricky looked at each other worriedly.

"Any more questions?"

Semir lowered his head and whispered: "He doesn't necessarily recognize me. I'm not sure if what he said in this state..."

But Saker apparently heard their whispers.

The penalty knight chuckled softly in the prison, his shoulders shaking slightly against the wall.

"A long time ago, didn't I tell you," Thacker sighed against the wall, squinted, and looked at his fingernails under the firelight, looking rather casual:

"Many times, you have to fight against yourself, and this enemy named "you" is...very powerful."

He clenched his fist and turned to Semir with a deep sense of meaning

"But you just can't give up, Colin Semir."

"You can't."

Semir's expression changed slightly, as if he was thinking of something.

He took a breath and stepped forward, slightly excited.

"Sacker, you, do you still recognize me?"

Sachel tugged at the corner of his mouth, loosened his fist, and began to look at the nails of his other hand.

"I recognize everyone in the guard, and I recognize the mark on your face," he grabbed a stone knife-like tool and rubbed his index finger lightly as if there was no one else:

"As I said, I am sober now-after all, fighting sounds from the upper layers are not often heard."

Ricky looked at his calm movements, his expression becoming more solemn.

Sacuel blew his nails flattened with a stone knife and looked at Semir from a distance.

"You just said, eighteen years, right?"

Semir shook his cheek.

Eighteen years.

Ricky and Thales moved together: This is what they said when Thacker was "mad", the latter actually remembered all of them?

"So, the fugitive Colin Semir."

"Eighteen years, they finally caught you and sent you here to wait for it to rot..."

Sacker squinted his eyes to look at his old colleague:

"Or did you break the rules and the law again and appear here less ‘legally’?"

Tyles reconsidered the royal guard legend who looked abnormal, thinking about what kind of person he was.

Semir pursed his lips. After a previous "reunion" of the guards, he has no idea how to speak.

Ricky, who has always been skeptical, said: "Very well~IndoMTL.com~He can still talk."

"Although it looks abnormal."

He nodded to Semir: "Try it."

Hearing the leader of the Sword of Disaster speak, Thacker's gaze flickers over Ricky and Thales, his eyes flashing, as if thinking.

Semir took a deep breath and spoke gently and earnestly: "Sacker, listen, it's been eighteen years, you shouldn't be trapped here, we are here..."

But Thaker quickly interrupted him.

"Robbery, saving people, treasure hunting, revenge, suicide, atonement, solving puzzles," the former royal guard prisoner sneered: "The purpose of your appearance here is nothing more than these."

He propped up from the wall and turned his head.

"I'm not interested in any of them," Thacker said coldly without looking back:

"You can go now."

At that moment, Ricky and Semir were stunned.

Both of them choked firmly by his uncooperative attitude.

However, Thaker didn't look at them, leaving only a thick and dull figure behind him.

The three people outside the cell looked at each other.

I saw Thacker in the prison stroked his rough chin, and whispered with a little regret: "Ah, maybe..."

"It's time for me to shave."