Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 149: Anonymous

Bladeya camp, the prison of bones, not far from the ground exit.

In the dark night, a fat man stood in a low alley, silently watching the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him, the most famous prison in the Western Wilderness and even the whole star.

He caged his sleeves, staring into the darkness, pounding his lips, tusk.

A slightly heavy footstep sounded from behind him.

"The Prison of Bone, no matter how many times I see it, it is just like the Ghost Prince Tower..."

The fat man didn't even look at the scene behind him, because he knew who was coming, and he just sighed: "Both things are equally annoying."

The heavy footsteps stopped behind him.

The fat man yawned in the darkness and cold wind, and still did not look back: "You came out so soon?"

The people behind him seemed to nod their heads.

A thick voice came out lightly, with a little coldness and alienation: "Ten minutes ago, their ground guard was relaxed."

Listening to this repelling tone, the slightly fat man shrugged.

But he knew that the people behind him had always been like this, and he didn't care.

Until the fat man turned his face and glanced at the person behind him.

Only this glance scared him out of his soul, jumped from the ground and jumped three feet!

Want to be as far away as possible from the people behind.

"My God! Nob!"

The fat man pressed his voice desperately, holding his hands in front of him, looking at his colleagues in shock.

Looking at the latter's body revealing a lot of **** and seductive attire.

Looking at his companion's eye-catching makeup with red-lined thrush and lip gloss.

Looking at the other person's slender figure and charming movements, he pulled the loose shoulder straps casually, and put a piece of skin on the shoulders exposed in the wind and sand, together with the bulging front breast scenery, into the tulle-like clothing. in.

But...

But...

The fat man couldn't stop the trembling all over, pointing at Nob with shaking fingers: "I know this is a job need, disguise, sneak into the crowd or something, but, but..."

He looked at his colleagues in horror:

"But do you have to wear gorgeous clothes, scratch your head, and dress up as a street prostitute?"

Nob turned his head, letting his flimsy clothes drift in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body, and this made the fat man on one side shiver again:

"Is there a problem?"

The tone is an understatement.

The fat guy resisted looking at each other, and managed to squeeze a smile:

"Of course no problem, except for the only point..."

The fat man took a sharp breath and told the truth in pain:

"Are you a big five and three rough--"

"Man!"

In the scream that deliberately lowered his voice, the man named Nob just looked at his sturdy body under the tulle, calm and breezy:

"Is there a problem?"

The fat man almost fainted. He hid in the alley and pressed his forehead sadly:

"My God, Nob, do you know the appearance of your women's clothing... it's just environmental pollution? Look at your cyan stubble with lipstick, **** mouth, tiger back and waist..."

The more the fat man said, the more sad he got, and Nob couldn't help but look back at him.

"Oh no, please don't turn your head, don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back to wash my eyes today, your visual lethality after disguising is too great..."

The fat man's Yu Guang glanced at the other party's light and flexible skirt, saw the thick thighs and thick leg hair looming underneath, and his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

With the huge pectoral muscles...

There is also a serious face...

The fat man only felt a twitching belly.

Goddess Haoyue is here, don't wait for the end of the book, now throw the meteorite down and smash me and him to death!

Nob looked at his shocking costume again, grinning nonchalantly.

This charming and charming smile with a stubble, almost frightened the man who had just been relieved to a heartbeat.

"This is the essence, Gomez, just like your reaction now."

Nob said to Gomez with a touch of confidence:

"After I pretended to be a woman, the ugliness and discomfort brought about by intentional contrast broke through the conventional abruptness and surprise, but made people subconsciously turn to avoid it. You would not have much interest in paying attention to a transvestite Does the crappy male prostitute have other secrets--for example, is he a deliberately lurking person?"

Nob said, habitually reaching out his hand to close the non-existent forehead.

Gomez patted his chest in horror, still insisting on talking with his colleagues only by the side:

"Are you... sure that you read too much bardic poetry?"

Nob gave Gomez a sideways glance, looking forward to his brows, seemingly angry.

Gomez once again had the urge to leave and retire immediately.

Gomez could only exhale in pain, and pointed to the prison of bones in the distance, recognizing his fate, and said to his extremely calm colleague:

"Forget it...so, what do we have for this meal today?"

"What to eat?" Gomez stopped shaking his sleeve subconsciously and shook his head steadily:

"The information list is clearly with you."

The chubby Gomez flushed and coughed before pulling out a piece of paper from his belt and slowly unfolding it.

"Well, let me see..."

Gomez looked at the paper in his hand, and he was full of energy and spirit. The haze that had been scared to death by Nob before seemed to be swept away.

"Well, first of all, appetizers and appetizer soup." He looked at the prison of bones in the distance with interest, his tone slumped:

"A personal envoy of the King of Princes of the Northland."

Gomez stopped talking, resisted his nausea, and looked at Nob, who was in the dress: "Did you see him while you were inside?"

Nob still looks calm, but nods slightly.

"Russell Vader, the former Baron of Longxiao City, witnessed confirmation," Nob was as quiet as before, with a rare seriousness in his eyes, "Six years ago, I followed him all the way. Watch until you enter the Everstar City."

Gomez nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out a short index finger to press on Russell's name a little bit more heavily, as if the lord was stamping the warrant.

I saw Gomez gloomily in the cold wind:

"Well, the original baron may be inconspicuous, but he has the most important relationship and the most special status. It is the key to connecting everything. The lord has instructions. Be sure to ask him clearly about his relationship with the dark room. Maybe he can pull out the nail in the dark room. ——Well, that’s good, the appetizers are small in quantity and high in quality, and the entrance is exquisite."

Nob nodded blankly.

Gomez blew the paper in his hand, his eyes shifted to the next person.

"Then, the highly anticipated main course."

Gomez's eyes lit up again: "Wow, guess what we have?"

"A whole pot of shadow assassins, full of sincerity!"

He was very happy.

As before, Nob slowly said, responding to Gomez's gaze.

"Cao Sai, with an ominous surname, a wandering son from the original Northland, code-named "Yangzi", confirmed by witness."

Just listen to Nob’s plain and authentic:

He is the most valuable target in it. It fits the description in the "Shadow Catching Operation" six years ago. The Lord paid much attention to him, especially to find out the nails he placed on the upper floors of the West Wilderness. "

Gomez gave a treacherous smile, tusk, as if tasting the best steak:

"This may be the biggest gathering of the Shield of Shadows since eighteen years-huh, the meat is delicious and the category is good. As long as it is cooked properly, it must be the most delicious in the world."

Nob is noncommittal, but gracefully mentions his dress that has been stained with dust.

"Next dish, side dish," Gomez continued reading his list with great interest:

"The middleman in the mercenary business, the famous "my house" tavern owner."

Nob frowned slightly.

"Tampa, the successor to "Half Mouth" Rooney more than ten years ago, witnessed confirmation," the man in women's clothing thoughtfully said: "There will be no shortage of intelligence and money in his hand."

Gomez's eyes turned lightly:

"This guy has always been very slick and doesn't lose the handle, but after this incident, we can rub him as we want to squash him, crush him on the ground... Hey, okay, this side dish More or less tired..."

Gomez shook his head seemingly helplessly and looked at the last line.

"Next is the last dessert."

This time, Gomez looked seriously:

"Blood whistling, a famous war mercenary group."

Nob's face also sank.

"Sword of Disaster, witness confirmation."

"Their leaders don’t seem to show up often, I don’t recognize them... but one of them stayed in jail with me for a long time, and then went down. His companion called him Josh, who seemed to be a frequent visitor to the prison. There is nothing to say; the other is the Clay who is resident in the North; the other is suspected to be a fugitive from our kingdom for many years, the former second-place flag officer of the Royal Guard, Colin Semir."

Hearing this, Gomez's mouth cocked:

"Surprises are always at the end, aren’t they? The mortal enemies of the Tower of End suspected that they fled after launching an attack on the Tower of End. The scale was large enough for the battlefield, and the Lord broke into the End. I am very interested in what the tower got, and I am full of curiosity about why they want to enter the prison of bones-tut, lingering on the tongue, endless aftertaste, as a dessert, it is also a perfect end."

He squinted slightly and licked his lips, seeming to really feel the taste of dessert.

Nob looked at him, still speaking.

Gomez rubbed his fat hands and put the paper away excitedly, like a man returning home after a busy day:

"So, this is today's menu. It's all on.... That girly person should be almost in place, when shall we act, close the net, and start the meal?"

He looked at Nob, who was in women's clothing, hopefully, trying not to look at the latter's skirt that was blown up by the wind and the looming scenery at the bottom of the skirt.

"No."

But Nob just shook his head decisively: "We don't act."

Gomez's smile solidified.

"Say it again?" The fat man couldn't believe it.

"The prince is still inside," Nob said bluntly: "We can't act."

"So what-it's just a prince..." The fat man was dissatisfied at first, until he understood what the other party was saying.

Fat Gomez's face changed.

"Prince?"

"Wait, you mean the heir of the kingdom who came back from the Northland?"

Nob said nothing, and nodded very slightly.

Gomez's lips opened and closed, silently twitching: "The guise and fake bait of our action-the culprit who messed up our countless plans?"

Nob nodded.

Gomez lifted up a pair of short chubby hands in horror as if he saw something unclean, and grabbed his mouth.

"I—you—this—no—but—that's a prison of bones! He, how did he get in again? How did he get in? Was the prostitute caught? Or with you The same, the one who sold the **** in?" The fat man looked at each other in shock, even the latter's clothes were forgotten.

"I wish I knew too," Nob shook his head:

"But that's what the unknown person told me."

The fat man looked like he was arguing.

In the end, he could only slap himself in the face.

"Fuck me—do you know what this looks like?"

"It’s like the appetizer, main dish, side dish and dessert are all served. When the guests wipe their mouths and drink a small wine, when they nod in satisfaction, the child prodigy prince is carrying a large plate of pungent sauce The unpleasant prawns suddenly popped out: Surprise! Hey, there is another dish here, haha! Hold your nose and eat it for me, idiot!"

Fat Gomez danced with his hands, screamed and cursed in awe.

"What a genius, he, he, he, he just ruined the entire table!"

"And most coincidentally, we are that idiot!"

Gomez looked about to collapse.

But Nob was unmoved, just shook his head, his voice low:

"The situation inside is unknown. Rush action is just a meaningless adventure. The nameless is the only eye that can act. We must wait."

Gomez finally calmed down and gritted his teeth:

"What is going on below?"

"I don't ask much, and the unknown, you know," Nob lowered his head cautiously:

"He doesn't talk much."

"It's great, missions related to the unknown are always thrilling," Gomez sarcastically: "And we can't do anything now, until the troublesome prince is obediently Rescued the unknown?"

Nob tugged at the hem of his skirt and nodded silently.

Gomez took a sip: "It's hard to imagine, our menu now counts on the nameless man who is as crazy as it is."

Nob frowned.

"Speak carefully."

"The nameless man..."

The man in the women's dress whispered: "He is not from Corey, but he can act with us more than once, and he often grasps the key of the situation, so we can cooperate with him instead. Do you know what this means?" /

Nob pointed up coldly.

Gomez's face became stiff, gritted his teeth and said:

"Damn nepotism?"

Nob didn't speak.

The fat man was full of pain and exhaled a patriotic sigh from the darkness of officialdom and the faint royal family.

"Well, just wait here—that cold-blooded girlie will definitely not be happy."

Nob shook his head: "That's not our problem."

In the sound of wind and sand, the two people waited for a while in this alley next to the prison of bones.

"By the way, Nob," maybe tired of being silent, maybe unable to bear the cold, Gomez dug his ears and spoke:

"Forget the nameless, anyway, he has always been mysterious, but he doesn't fight for it, but..."

The fat man glanced at Nob carefully.

"Are you really willing?"

Nob frowned slightly.

"You know, when it comes to ability and achievements in the Western Desolation, whether it is Scarlet Years or Desert War, you are the most suitable successor to the Lord..."

I saw the fat man shrunk his neck, and said: "But ten years ago, when that barren boy came, the lord trained him as his successor..."

Nob turned his head abruptly!

This time, he no longer has the enchanting look or deliberately weak in women's clothing. What he shoots out of his sharp eyes is a fierce and cold warning!

Let the fat man get cold subconsciously.

"Gomez."

Nobu is authentic, word by word:

"Do you know who died the fastest in the secret department?"

Gomez got cold all over, knowing that he said something wrong, he hesitated and replied:

"Um, people who talk too much?"

Nob smiled coldly.

"No," the lady's colleague gritted his teeth, like a beast before the fight: "It's a person who thinks too much..."

The fat man looked slightly cold, and stopped in anger.

The atmosphere became very rigid.

Until Nob smiled and added the last sentence:

"...and Fatty."

Gomez looked stiff.

He looked at his chubby body, then shrugged his shoulders in a jealous manner, and waved his hand: "Forget it..."

"You are the boss...just be happy."

The two returned to their previous silence, silently looking at the dark and dull desert horizon.

After a while.

"I said, Nob...that..."

Nob looked back impatiently.

I saw the fat man's face reddened, his expression twisted, and a faint cough:

"Will you...will wear women's clothing in the future?"

————

No one knows how all that happened in the last black jail.

Including Semir.

In those ten and a half seconds, the former royal guard officer only saw a dark color shining from the fire, gradually appearing in front of Ricky.

It's like the air instantly turns into drawing paper stained with ink, fainting the creation of the painter.

But what the dark colors show is not beautiful, not still life.

It's a sword.

Semil wanted to remind Ricky aloud.

Assassin.

Assassin!

But he found that when he recognized that it was the shape of a sword blade, the murder weapon that appeared out of nowhere had pierced Ricky’s throat diagonally, breaking his cartilage, jaw, tongue, and cerebellum. Through the back of the skull mercilessly.

Even the fastest brain thought can't keep up with the panic of this moment.

"Puff!" Metal murmured.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster only had time to let out a muffled grunt, and he trembled!

Ricky opened his eyes with disbelief, staring at the figure that appeared with the blade in front of him—an assassin who stood in front of him face to face, with unremarkable movements, only sending out the blade with one hand.

But he was already unable to return to the sky--under the piercing of the blade, Krasu of the Sword of Disaster was only left with the sound of bleeding from his mouth, and his uncontrollable limbs, which were shaking.

It's like being lost and ignorant.

The assassin gently withdrew the dark blade, shaking off the blood on it.

"Plop!"

Ricky knelt on his knees, his upper body fell.

He convulsed and lost his life in a pool of blood spurting from his neck.

The eyes are still open to death.

Not possible.

This is the next thought of Semir, whose brain is almost blank.

A strong person like Ricky...

The trick of the Shield of Deception...

How come...

How does it work?

The next moment, just as the water-stained paper dried instantly, the assassin's figure disappeared again.

In a few tenths of a second, Semir's instinct could make him draw his sword in a flash, while preparing to shout!

"Huh!"

But in addition to the friction of metal and leather, another attack broke through the air with the sound of a violent wind from the darkness!

The former banner officer threw a perfect sword style, cut it out with his backhand, and split the flying hidden weapon.

"Boom!"

Semuel saw it clearly that it was a torch that had been extinguished for a long time.

In that direction, Thales, who kept throwing the torch, looked at him indifferently.

But what surprised Semir most, and even made him shocked, was that the torch thrown by the prince was not only at a sharp angle, but also with a strange rotation force, which made his long sword tremble slightly!

Not possible.

In those ten and a half seconds, Semir looked at the indifferent Thales in a daze.

Why?

Despite lack of proficiency and lack of strength, the method is not very orthodox...

But yes.

That technique.

He has met.

Just eighteen years ago.

On that day!

Semil couldn't believe it.

Why.

Why is the prince of the Star Kingdom...

Unexpectedly, he would use the fierce Assassin’s Flower, and the unique flying knife skill of the Surreyton family!

Sniper knife!

Semuel's absence lasted only one point and one second.

But this is enough.

In a flash of time, the menacing ink that had taken Ricky's life once again appeared behind the former banner officer!

The murderous aura came over, forcing Semir's hair to stand upside down!

Oops.

Before he fell to the ground and lost his sanity, the banner officer heard the prince's slightly anxious cry:

"Keep alive!"

Plop.

With a muffled noise, Semir fainted to the ground.

Changing.

His torch and long sword landed at the same time.

Not far from him, the corpse in the pool of Ricky's blood was motionless, and there was no more sound.

Huh.

Tyles took a deep breath, and the nerves that had been tense for a long time were completely relaxed.

The crime of the prison river on the arms, waist, abdomen, and calves gradually subsided, and the soreness came suddenly after imitating the posture of Yala's knife throwing.

He was so tired that he sat down.

Huh.

Tyles breathed the air, but smiled.

This group of disaster swords.

Damn mercenary.

There are so many people!

The prince slandered secretly in his heart.

After waiting for so long, he was waiting for the chance to place an order anyway!

The real powerhouse plans everything, not just for a moment’s victory or defeat, not only for strength, nor for honor or disgrace.

The winner is the last laugh!

Huh!

Looking at Ricky and Semir on the ground, Thales screamed wildly in his heart for several seconds, then wiped the sweat from his forehead and smirked.

There was a rustling sound behind him, as if facing the instantaneous lore of the rabbit's ups and downs, Thaker in the fence also secretly accepted.

But Thales has no time to bother him.

He raised his head and looked at the dark figure in front of Semir.

Tyles was sitting on the ground and panting, massaging his sore right arm, looking at the back of the other person, feeling mixed for a while, feeling unspeakable.

"Just...you just stand there?"

The prince said.

The figure paused slightly.

Finally, the figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch left by Semir, and turned around.

Step by step, walk towards Thales.

Light footsteps.

As if nothing happened.

On the fire, Thales looked at this man silently.

It's still the same.

Same body shape~IndoMTL.com~Same outfit.

The same weapon.

Same... weird.

The man stood in front of Thales, seeming to look at him carefully.

Thyls said nothing, let him look at it.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the other party heard a hoarse, low voice.

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

"You have grown up a lot."

Tyles clenched his fist, his heart moved slightly.

I heard familiar and unfamiliar voices, and a long-lost sense of intimacy and peace of mind filled my heart.

Move away every inch of fear and tension in his heart.

From this moment on, the overall situation is set.

Tyles looked away, took a deep breath, then sniffed and shrugged.

"That's it, there is nothing else to say?"

The flames flickered in the dark prison.

The figure on the opposite side was silent, saying nothing.

Thyls was also silent. He looked at the familiar dark purple mask on the opponent's face and the if there were nothing behind the lens, including the dark shiny dagger in his hand. They appeared in his mind. The first meeting.

The silence did not last long.

The next second, the strange man in front of him put away his dagger, took a serious step back, stroked his chest with his right hand, shook the back of his left, and knelt down on one knee.

Same as their first meeting on Red Square Street.

"Yordel Cato," the weird tone was respectful and solemn, but with slight ups and downs:

"I will help you again."