Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 114: There are so many tricks

Before pushing the door to Dean's room, Thales envisioned many possible scenarios. -79 Novel Network-

The immediate situation is one of them: the suspicious and old mercenary prince showed an uncooperative attitude, treated him as an enemy, and was always alert to Thales.

But the response from the other party was a bit too much.

"You don't need to do this."

Tyles stared at Moral, feeling the faint tingling in his neck, raised his hands in surprise and gestured to his opponent.

He calmed his breath and suppressed the turbulent crimes of the prison river, suppressing the out-of-the-art idea of ​​fighting back: "I said I will keep my promise and let you go. No one will look at you, you too. There will be no trouble."

"You ‘say’?"

Moral's voice sounded a little strange, calm and indifferent: "This sounds like a strong guarantee."

The opponent did not completely suppress him, but the knife in his hand was ‘precisely’ and sophisticatedly attached to the artery, and Thales could even clearly feel the surging of blood in his neck.

Damn it.

The star prince tried his best to keep calm, with his backpack resting on the ‘bed’ board, making his back hurt.

But the suspiciousness and vigilance of the former Prince Exter made him extremely disturbed: the other party seemed to be a different person, as if the mercenary Dean with a cheerful smile and easy-going sexuality had died. And what came to life in him was another cold-blooded and cruel fellow.

Thyls even regretted it a little: maybe he should go to the army in the first place.

Not to mention the annoying officers in the great desert, at least they can go to the star army in the camp, and then come here without fail to face the possible Moral.

But...

Thyls shook his head in his heart to drive the thought out.

No.

He can't.

"What guarantee do you want, Moral, is my'life'?"

"If I really want to deal with you, whether it is in the desert or now, I can go to my army, with them as a hole card, killing you or letting you go is my decision. ."

Thyls tried to figure out the other's psychology and thoughts.

"But I don't have one, and the reason I did it..."

Thyls swallowed, causing another sting in his neck.

"No matter what I want to do with you, Moral, once the army is used, and the power of the kingdom is used, your identity can no longer be kept secret," Prince Star took a deep breath and tried to move his neck back. Pull:

"No matter what I say, even if I expressly let you go, Miko or other interested people will notice the mercenary the prince is staring at. They will thoroughly understand his origin, his details, and his secrets. Find out from the bottom of the earth."

Moral continued to stare at him, a pair of eyes shining against the thin moonlight, cold light shining.

From his expression, Thales saw a hint of coldness and... teasing?

The anxiety is getting worse.

"If Secret Branch knew your identity, a first heir to Longxiao City who should have died..."

Thyls gritted his teeth: "They won't let you go."

"If you fall into the hands of Secret, everything will be irreversible..."

"This is something you and I don't want to see."

Tyles gasped, thinking of something deeper and farther.

If Moral falls into the hands of Secret Science...

That ‘girl’ child.

The ‘girl’ child in Longxiao City.

Then her identity, her blood, and the truth of that night, they were'exposed' in front of the black prophet, but it was a matter of time...

Thyls thought bitterly.

At that time, her fate may be worse than being threatened and controlled by King Chaman. At least Chaman still cares about the legitimacy of his throne and more or less maintains the fragile status of the ‘female’ grand duke.

As the head of the secret science department, Morat Hansen is not Thales. The old man in black with a cane has no relationship with the ‘female’ prince.

As a concocter of "Dragon Blood", as long as it is profitable, the Black Prophet will never care whether the poor girl will be cut off or beheaded and hanged.

That ‘girl’ child.

The "girl" child in the library, the "girl" child with glasses.

The ‘girl’ child who was taken out of the Hall of Valor because of him six years ago and returned to the Palace of Valor because of him.

The ‘girl’ child who stood in front of the princes for him in the days of hearing politics...

Thyls seemed to feel the unusual weight of the pair of glasses on his chest.

Moral's pupils slowly focused.

"You don't seem to trust the secret branch of the kingdom that serves you too much?"

These words reminded Thales of six years ago.

Think of dragon blood.

No, no.

Thyls clenched his fists.

Secret Branch cannot know Moral.

He couldn't risk the destruction of Selma and go to the army to deal with it.

That night, everything that happened in the Hall of Heroes must be an eternal secret. King Nunn is dead, and Nicolai and Lisban must also shut up. As for King Chaman...

Thyls thought coldly.

No one will use this secret to concoct a second "dragon blood".

Tels calmed his breath and forced an ugly smile: "Trust is a rare thing in this age."

Molar's expression moved slightly.

"But why do you believe me?"

He asked softly, the knife in his hand turned an angle, but it was still close to Thales' artery.

"Because you have no other better choice."

Tyles slowly said: "Listen to me, Moral, leave now, as if nothing has happened, since then, stay incognito, away from Rumba's minions and the sight of esoteric, at least you can have freedom."

"I believe that is something you cherish."

This time, Moral watched him for a long time, but the strength in his hands never relaxed.

Thyls looked back at him, hoping that he could regain some sanity.

Finally, Moral laughed.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter was full of chills.

Tyles' nerves that were finally relieved became tense again.

But it was not Moral's laughter that was terrible, but what he said next.

"You misunderstood, Your Royal Highness."

I saw Moral slowly speaking, saying: "What I just asked is..."

"Why do you trust me..."

"Moral Walton must be it?"

When these words came out, Thales was stunned for a full three seconds.

What.

He said...

The night at Camp Bladeya was quite quiet, and the heavy fortress houses blocked the wind and sand, and also blocked the spread of sound.

At this moment, the atmosphere in this small room is even more terrifyingly silent.

Thyls stared at his opponent in disbelief.

"I don't understand." He subconsciously said.

Moral snorted coldly.

"Of course you don't understand," the mercenary stared sharply: "It's like a hooked fish doesn't understand: How come there are hooks in the bait?"

Tyles' hands trembled.

Wait.

The prince stared at "Moral" who was holding his "life" in his hands, and his heart was chilling.

No.

No.

He finally realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

"It's too obvious."

Thyls murmured.

He stared at Moral in a daze, remembering a suspicious point he had overlooked for a long time.

"It's too obvious, your hair, the color of your eyes, your words and deeds, political opinions, orc language, including your axe, and the identity of a mercenary... even the origin and accent of the Northlanders... "

A grim sneer appeared on Moral's face.

The Star Prince looked at the mercenary in shock.

His brain worked, thinking about things that he didn't care about.

He remembered their first meeting.

Since then, this outstanding and outstanding mercenary has led Dante’s great sword to'negotiate', fight, and survive in the vast desert with complex conditions, and live the life of the mercenary with a sound.' color'.

Even...a little famous.

"It's too obvious."

Tyles' pupils focused on the opponent, his heartbeat accelerated, and his breathing became sharp.

"As a mercenary, you run around all the year round, swaying back and forth'waves'... But you are unconcealed, unconcealed, or even unscrupulous," Thales shuddered at his thoughts:

"You are almost telling the few people who know that Moral is still alive: the prince is here."

"This is not something a man who has been away for many years would do."

Moral, no, it should be Dean, his smile still remains.

"And your reaction after being seen through...there are also problems."

"No, you are not him." Thales stared at the man in front of him, suddenly losing his lust.

"You are not Moral Walton." He said blankly.

The voice fell.

The hut is as quiet as ever.

The moonlight was cold and ‘shot’ into Dean’s face, making him look pale and ‘ghost’ at the moment.

The first thing that sounded was his deep, intermittent laugh.

Dean's shoulders tremble slightly, but the hand holding the knife is stable.

Only the bald-headed mercenary said indifferently: "No, I am not."

Tyles' breathing stopped for a moment.

"I just didn't expect that you would be so interested in Moral," Dean steadily held the knife in his left hand and said softly: "In the original plan, you were fished out of the heavily guarded army. , You have to spend a little effort and price on it."

Thyls took a long breath, ignoring that too much movement might endanger his neck.

He can't manage that much anymore.

At this moment, he was already filled with surprise and regret in his heart.

"Why?"

Thyls' chest is undulating: "Who are you!"

Dean shook his head and let out a soft breath.

He lowered his body and got close to Thales’ face, using a knife to suppress the possibility of the target’s resistance: "At first, when I was sent to perform this task, I was a confident person with only the most potential and ability. Only then can we get the honor of going deep behind enemy lines and getting in touch with the most profound and unpleasant top secret..."

"Find the prince who should have died for a long time."

Thyls was stunned.

Perform the task...

Go deep behind enemy lines...

Find the prince who should have died for a long time?

He is...

He is here...

"But as time flies, search day after day, but no results, search year after year, there is still no news."

Dean’s voice is particularly ‘yin’ cold:

"Moral is like evaporating from the world: No matter the "Mystery" Sea Three Kingdoms, the thorny land, the dragon "kiss" land, Kangmas, the great desert, I have searched all the places where mercenaries can be found. , But never found his trace."

"I tried every means to figure out his psychology, behavior, and goals from all the known information," Dean said with deep hatred: "Countless days and nights , I lurked in a place full of secrets, eyes and ears, full of stars, carefully hiding myself, racking my brains to search for Moral."

"No."

Dean gritted his teeth:

"There is no clue."

"I'm almost desperate."

Tyles' breathing trembled.

Through the crime of the prison river, the prince desperately forced himself to calm down and rethink the current situation.

"So," Thales frowned, "So you just..."

Dean looked at the incredible Thales with a smile on his face, as if enjoying the pleasure of this moment.

"So, desperate for me, I turned myself into him, into Moral."

The mercenary bit his teeth.

"I imitated his appearance, copied his words and deeds, learned his behavior, even his thoughts and his personality: prince? Northlander? Have learned Orc language? Student of meteorite? Mercenary Like the **** of the lower class?"

His words became more rushing, and there was deep resentment and unwillingness hidden in them.

"I regard his wish as my wish, his behavior as my behavior, go where he is most likely to go, do what he is most likely to do, hoping to use the suspicious'Dean' What do you find in your identity, what you understand, or lead to those who are interested in him, see what clues you can get from them, and even lead to Moral himself."

Dean's voice stopped abruptly, his expression obscure and painful.

"But I still failed."

"No," the suspicious mercenary hated: "Except for a few spies who are suspected to be from the North, there is still nothing."

"In five years, I have been like a headless fly, a blind cheetah, and a stiff sand snake, thrashing in pain and hopelessly wherever Moral might appear."

"There is no good news for a day, no trace of him for a day, and I have not completed the task in a day. I have been trapped here, unable to go back, walk away, struggle..."

He stared at Thales: "Five years."

"Do you understand?"

Thyls slowly calmed down.

So everything is clear, the person in front of me, he is...

I saw Dean sneered and said: "I've had enough, this kind of never-ending, fruitless pursuit, wasting my age and talent that I should have done a lot in sand and swords. "

His eyes changed.

"But at this moment, you appeared."

Dean looked at Thales enthusiastically, his facial muscles twisted every inch.

"My savior."

Thyls looked at him blankly, but his right hand quietly ‘touched’ his waist.

But Lao La's mercenaries noticed this.

The knife in his hand moved lightly.

Thyls had to raise his head to prevent it from embedding in his arteries, while sighing and lowering his right hand.

"So, you stared at me long ago when we met." The prince said annoyedly.

Dean didn’t care about Thales’ small movements. He just snorted and shook his head: "At first, I wasn’t sure who you were, especially when we first met the Star Army, you started to finish. You didn’t show your identity, even after you came to the Yaya camp, you didn’t show the slightest sign of looking for reinforcements. This made me more and more suspicious: maybe you are not the person I thought of?"

"I have to hold back the urge to do my hands again and again...My temptation must be stopped. I am lurking here, alone and helpless. If I am not careful, I will be overwhelmed and drowned in the secrets that come from the wind. Kehe Star Army."

"Until tonight."

The cabin is still silent, but the atmosphere here is completely different.

The cold-faced man firmly suppressed Thales, turning the first night of the mercenaries home into a night of ‘conspiracy’ and dangerous conflicts.

"You are a spy, spy, agent, or whatever," Thales said unwillingly:

"You did not come to me."

Dean raised his eyebrows.

"No," he shook his head, quite satisfied:

"Thyls who fled, you are a surprise. Maybe not my first goal, not my task lurking here, but there is no doubt that you are a ticket, and it is me who jumped out of this deep invisible The quagmire at the bottom of the... charter."

Tyles closed his eyes and exhaled in pain.

"Haha, now it seems that both King Chaman and you know the news of Moral, she will not be satisfied," Dean said in a deep voice, "But I caught you, at least it makes sense that I can finally Left here."

Thyls moved in his heart.

Wait.

He opened his eyes, held the knife in his neck, and said with difficulty.

"She?"

Thyls asked in surprise: "You said,'she'?"

"Yes, dear Prince Thales."

Dean nodded slightly, a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

His upper body is slightly lowered, showing a non-standard etiquette:

"Hello from'Dark Room'."

Thyls didn't answer his sigh, and all his sighs were stuffed in his ‘chest’.

There was a long silence between the man and the teenager.

For a long time, Thales let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to do? Beat me out and take me away?"

"Where are you going from? Don’t forget that this is the Yaga camp. You take me west and north to the desert full of stars? Or east and south, and simply enter the inland land of the Star Kingdom ?"

Dean shook his head.

"The situation here is really bad, but there is always a way."

Thyls chuckled.

"So instead of Moral, you were sent to search for Moral's spies."

He frowned slightly.

"But... dear Dean, do you really think that I would be too stupid to be sure, so I would risk my life, come here at night and confront you?"

Dean's smile froze.

"Have you not thought about it carefully?"

Thyls whispered: "How did we meet?"

Dean was taken aback for a moment.

But at this moment, unexpected events interrupted the confrontation between the two.

Click.

A soft sound.

The light from the bright hall ‘shot’ into this dimly lit room, illuminating the two people on the ‘bed’ clearly~IndoMTL.com~Tyles and Dean turned their eyes together.

I saw a drunk new recruit of mercenary, fast rope carrying an oil lamp, standing at the door with a ‘confused’ expression, maintaining the posture of pushing the ‘door’.

Both are startled.

Quickrope yawned loudly, with sleepy eyes.

"Sorry, Dean, I didn't want to wake you up, but in the middle of the night I wanted to get a big one to get some **** wipes..." Quick rope murmured, "Those drinks are almost killing me... …"

One second later, he saw Thales, who was suppressed by Dean on the'bed', and he was stunned.

The mouth is wider than a "chicken" egg.

In the unbelievable gazes of the two, the fast rope slammed his eyes!

He stammered and said in a panic: "Don't worry, I didn't see anything... I mean, you can go on, I swear I won't say anything to Louisa..."

The fast rope clasped his eyes tightly, stepped in cautiously, as if it might disturb him.

He ‘touched’ to a broken cabinet next to the ‘bed’: "So where are the things..."

Only the two people who were confronting nervously on the'bed' board reacted.

The two rushed to speak!

"Quick rope, things are not what you saw..." Dean, who held the opponent, frowned: "This guy Wiya is suspicious, I suspect he may be..."

"No, fast rope, I am Prince Thales, he is a spy from the North!" Thales who was crushed under his body said with difficulty: "Hurry up and find someone in the camp..."

The knife in Dean's hand pressed slightly, blocking Thales' words in his throat.

I saw Express Rope covering his eyes and ‘touching’ to the cabinet.

"Wow, play the role of ‘color’? Torture the prince?"

I saw the mercenary newcomer smile awkwardly: "Your... "flowers" are... so many..."

At this moment, the sudden change occurred!