Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 119: Technical work

In the quiet and remote hut, the two looked at each other.

"What should I do next?"

Thyls said worriedly: "I mean you."

Quickline shrugged: "Find a good explanation for this scene. Luisa and the others should be back tomorrow morning. I don't want to be caught by them."

"Aren't you leaving right away?"

"Dean is dead, and the fast rope of the same team has disappeared," the fast rope rebuffed him rudely: "Do you think the people in the dark room are all fools?"

"I need to find a cover, Thales, find someone that will not make people suspicious..."

"But a lie always needs more lies to be rounded," Thales stared at Dean on the ground, and meditated: "Unless we can guarantee that this guy disappears mysteriously-no one knows, never appears That kind."

Quickrope's eyes rolled, showing a pleased look.

"Well, if you no longer intend to kill me, nor do you intend to arrest me for doing shameful things, dear Prince Thales..." Quickline rubbed his hands and looked like he wanted to sell insurance money. Looks like: "Can I go to the Star Official in the camp and let them handle the corpse secretly? I am innocent, you are home, everyone is happy..."

"Return the original sentence," Thales snorted softly: "Do you think the people in secret science are all fools?"

Quickline blinked.

"But you are a prince."

Thyls frowned.

"I mean..." Fastrope stretched out his hands, patted himself first, and then gestured to Thales politely, smiling awkwardly: "The kind that can see the light."

Prince...

Can you see the light?

Thyls sighed, and refused: "The star army in the camp is now complex. The main forces are searching for me in the desert. Among the people who stayed, the local nobles and the power of the royal family do not buy each other. It gives me a bad feeling, so don’t expect them to be tight-lipped for me."

Quickrope raised his brow.

"Haoyue is here, have you seen it? This is the chain of power," he shook his fingers and said with tongue: "Be careful, Thales, you are already trapped in it."

Thyls rolled his eyes unabashedly.

"How about this, for your people, you can cover me with half a word and half a word," the fast rope scratched his head:

"For example, the spy in this dark room came here to catch you..."

Tyles shook his head: "You've been outside for too long, fast rope, underestimating the suspiciousness of those people-the dark room sent a spy, lurking for five years, as long as the contacts he has contacted, where he has been, Daily caring news, special behavior, deliberate appearance...I don’t think Secret Science will miss these. Are you betting your life on the carelessness of the black prophet or pure kindness?"

Quickline's face collapsed.

"Huh, maybe I shouldn't show up." He leaned against the wall in pain.

"It really shouldn't be." Thales murmured.

Quick rope protested: "Hey, I just saved your ass!"

Thyls curled his lips.

"How do you know I will suffer?"

Tyles looked at Dean on the ground, thinking hard about ways, and didn't forget to fight back: "I am the best at Jedi counterattack."

Quick rope gave him an expression of "believe in you, there are ghosts", and said seriously:

"Then, we can only deal with him by ourselves."

Thyls sighed helplessly.

"Okay," the teenager stood up, carrying his suitcase: "Where to dig the pit?"

"Digging the hole, just two of us laymen?" Quick rope patted Thales earnestly and shook his finger: "No, no, no, we will definitely be found."

"What do you mean?"

Quickrope looked like a person coming over, and smiled mysteriously: "This is the Yaga camp. Let's follow the rules here."

Thyls made a respectful look.

"We have to find a professional. Seeing the money is open, we don't ask more." Quickline shook his head, his eyes brighter and brighter: "He has rich experience and many ways, and he knows how to be silent. To deal with a dead body."

Thyls moved in his heart: "Professionals? You said..."

The fast rope snapped his fingers.

"Yes, that's him."

Looking at the faintly smiling face of Quickline, Thales suddenly had an ominous premonition.

After ten minutes.

"It's just a turn ahead...wait, let's watch the wind first... OK, let's go... eh, lightly, lightly, this guy is so heavy..."

In the dim moonlight, Thales and the fast rope turned one corner, carrying a one-person sack strenuously.

They bent over, paddled their feet, and walked through the alleys spookyly.

"Go visit him at this point... Are you sure this is a good idea?" Thales gasped.

They came to an unremarkable wooden door.

Quick Rope gritted his teeth and nodded: "Don't worry, Tampa must be at home—it’s okay, let’s put it down first—you know, ‘my house’ is wrapped up tonight."

But the fast rope's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped in the air.

"Strange," Fast Rope stared at the lock on the wooden door: "The lock is outside... Tampa didn't come back?"

"Ha, you are really reliable." Thales put down the sack laboriously, hammering his numb shoulder sarcastically.

"Next we can only...what are you doing?"

He was stunned by the fast rope movement.

I don't know when it will start, three iron drills have been bitten in the mouth of the fast rope.

He also pinched two of his hands and fiddled with the lock on the door.

"Unlock."

Quickline said vaguely: "We can't just let the cat be outside, just go in and wait for him..."

"I didn't mean that!" Thales pressed his voice anxiously: "You are sure you won't be beaten directly as a thief--"

"Calm and calm," the fast rope seemed to be busy: "You don't understand the rules of the road, do this kind of business, you have your own way, as long as you have enough money, don't pay too much attention to other details... …"

He saw that the lock in his hand was not moving at all, so he changed a brazier calmly.

Thyls frowned: "Wait, where did you learn to unlock?"

"You know, when I first arrived at Comus, life was difficult," the fast rope hummed and replaced the second iron rod: "I have to learn one more craft."

Tyles' eyes rounded.

"Craftsmanship—if your father knew, his son was a thief in Comus..." he said in disbelief.

"Sorry, being a thief, I humiliated Nicaru and Sara," Fast Rope sarcastically said without apology, and replaced the third iron rod impatiently: "But seriously—damn it. , Tampa must have a new lock, this thing is tighter than a virgin-where did I say it?"

He shook the lock that thunder couldn't move awkwardly and awkwardly, and finally had to change to the first iron rod.

"Will you really?" Thales looked at him suspiciously.

"You don't understand, but I've been on the street," the fast rope didn't care about the tunnel, his hands kept on, but cold sweat began to ooze on his forehead: "You know, not just anyone can be a thief Of..."

Thyls sighed and couldn't stand it anymore.

In the next second, the star prince grabbed the iron and the lock in the fast rope hand and squeezed him aside.

"Hey! Don't mess around."

Quick Rope glared and protested to Thales dissatisfiedly: "Unlocking is a technical job, not everyone knows..."

During the time he was talking--

Click.

An unobservable machine noise.

The fast rope is slightly stuck.

Tyles exhaled comfortably, and he turned his head back and tossed what was in his hand at random.

Quickline hurriedly caught what Thales threw, and then he was stunned.

Changing.

The iron drill in his mouth fell to the ground.

Quickline stared blankly at what was in his hand, his mouth was big enough to lay an egg.

"Impossible—" His voice cried with aggrieved voice.

That's a...

With two iron drills inserted...

It has been opened...

Lock head.

Three seconds later.

"Why..."

The fast rope is holding the lock, with a face of deceived grief and anger, and tremblingly: "Why are you so skilled!"

The Star Prince shrugged indifferently, and opened the wooden door with ease.

"Come on."

Thyls pointed to the lock lightly: "Unlock this thing..."

"Everyone knows."

The fast rope froze.

After saying that, the prince who was stern and grinning bent down to worry about the sack.

Just leave the fast rope alone, looking at the lock in his hand in disbelief.

I want to cry without tears, and my mood is complicated.

He looked at Lock, then at Thales's back.

"Maybe...no, definitely..."

"I must pry it loose first." He said dryly.

Yes, it must be so.

It must be.

Thinking of this, Quick Rope feels better.

So...

Quickline smiled and thought contentedly: My technology has improved.

Before...

No such locks can be opened.

But just as the two princes leaned down and were about to carry the sacks...

Two light swords, silently protruding from the darkness in the door, caught Thales and the fast rope necks respectively!

The two were shocked.

"Look, who are we here?"

A face appeared from the room, but it was not Tampa.

It was an unfamiliar young woman, wearing dark red leather armor, her hair tied in braids around her forehead.

She is left and right, holding two swords at the same time, with a slight smile:

"Two crappy thieves."

While speaking, the blade in the woman's hand turned slightly.

Tyles' neck was cold.

He exchanged a horrified look with Fast Rope, and rushed to raise his hands.

"Are you sure we're on the right—the right door?" Thales gritted his teeth to the fast rope beside him.

Quickrope looked at the woman in the door also in horror, and retorted knowingly:

"That's right, when I came last time..."

"Hey, don't chat," the woman shook the sword in her hand and said contemptuously: "Thieves, mom didn't allow you to speak..."

In the next second, while the woman's energy was distracting, Thales and the fast rope swayed from side to side tacitly, using the narrow angle of the door to dodge to both sides, avoiding the sword!

"Wow," the woman with a flopped blade was slightly surprised: "Still a thief with good skills."

But the crisis has not been resolved.

In Thales's senses of hell, footsteps sounded on the left and right.

He froze again.

I don't know when, two strange men have stood behind them expressionlessly.

One is burly, the other lean.

But both of them held their respective blades against Thales and the fast rope midfielder.

Tyles and Fastline had to raise their hands again.

These three people...

Tyles' forehead is sweating slightly.

In the sense of hell, the bodies of these three people exude a sense of coldness, their sword-raising hands are steady and strong, their muscles are tight, their breathing rhythm is orderly, and the power of ending within their bodies is rushing, and they are obviously skilled hands.

Tyles glared at Quickrope indignantly.

What are you doing?

Quickline rolled his eyes helplessly.

I don't know either.

"That is, two thieves," behind him, one of the strange swordsmen said coldly: "Tampa can really exaggerate."

The dark-red woman smiled slightly and raised her swords.

"Then hurry up."

Tyles and the fast rope shook together!

"Wait!"

Under the rush of the fast rope, he blurted out: "You must be bodyguards hired by Tampa, right! We, we are here, we are here..."

"I came to him to talk about business!" Thales took him tightly.

The woman's double swords stopped.

"Talk to Tampa for business?"

She frowned.

"Using a lock picking method?"

"Such business, hehe, forgive me." Quickline forced a smile.

The woman in red exchanged glances with the two swordsmen.

A swordsman kicked the sack on the ground, then frowned and said: "There are people in it?"

"It's a corpse, to be precise," Thales nodded awkwardly. "So we have to pick the lock... understand?"

The woman raised her head suspiciously.

"You guys, know Tampa?"

"Yes, it's a good relationship, I'm his business partner..." Quickly the eyebrows danced, and he didn't forget to wink Thales.

"Very good!" Thales nodded fiercely like a woodpecker: "I'm still having a drink today..."

The woman in red and the swordsmen looked at each other again and nodded.

"Okay," the young woman hummed and walked out of the room, "follow us."

"Tampa won't live here tonight."

Tyles and Fastrope breathed a sigh of relief.

But the swordsmen behind them are not welcome, they still use their swords to force them.

"Pick up your cargo," one of the swordsmen said coldly: "Keep it down, don't play tricks, you don't want to alarm the patrol."

Tyles and the fast rope looked at each other helplessly, feeling the blade on the back, and could only do it obediently.

Under the surveillance of the four blades, the two of them carried sacks tremblingly, picked out the secluded paths, and walked through the streets again.

They quickly moved to the new location.

"My House" Pub.

This relieved Thales and Fastline.

At least, this is indeed the land of Tampa.

"It seems that they are indeed from Tampa," the fast rope squeaked dissatisfiedly: "That stingy guy is really getting more and more suspicious."

The female swordsman in red knocked on the door of the tavern four times, quite rhythmically.

"Listen, I'll negotiate in a moment..." Quickline whispered.

But looking at the familiar sign above his head, Prince Star suddenly thought of something.

If these people are bodyguards hired by Tampa, they are looking after him...

The house in Tampa...

Why is it locked from the outside?

And tonight, the "my house" tavern is not being...

The door of the tavern opened.

Before I had time to think about it, Thales and Fastrope were pushed into the tavern by the swordsmen behind them.

As soon as Fast Rope and Thales walked into the tavern, dozens of eyes shot towards them.

The two people carrying the sacks were stunned.

There are many people in the tavern, all armed and ready.

A suffocating murderous look came.

"They..." Quickline murmured.

Without reminding him, Thales recognized it.

It's "Blood Whistle".

The mercenary team known as the Hundred Man Group.

Yes, they booked the tavern tonight.

But I didn't imagine the kind of wine and bosom, full night party scene.

On the contrary, the tavern is terribly quiet.

Even the whispers of these mercenaries are low-key and quiet, and they appear to be well-trained.

Tyles' heart was filled with anxiety.

This is... what's going on?

What happened to the tavern?

What about Tampa?

"Go inside," the female swordsman in red turned her head and said: "Tampa is inside, talking about business with our boss."

The mercenaries with blood and whistle sit or stand, some are leaning against the wall, some are leaning on the column, some are supporting the table, and some are sitting on the ladder, lying on the second floor by the railing, and even the cat is in the corner Here, most people have a relaxed posture, but their eyes are burning.

Like a soldier guarding a bunker—no, Thales shook his head in his heart—from the atmosphere, it looked like a soldier guarding an ant nest.

When the two princes came in, the expressions of these people changed.

The eyes are fierce and unkind.

Tyles panicked and cast a glance at the fast rope who was also surprised.

So what...

It doesn't seem right?

Quickrope gave him an anxious wink.

Don't worry.

Everything is under control.

With dozens of pairs of cold and terrifying glances, Thales bit his head, carrying the sack, ignoring the unkind smile of the fierce man on his left, and followed the female swordsman forward.

A mercenary holding a sword and carrying a shield stopped in front of them, raising his hand to stop them.

He squinted slightly, looking at Thales and the fast rope.

"Marina," the mercenary said coldly:

"They have weapons."

The red swordsman named Marina looked back at Thales, looked at the daggers, scimitars and crossbows on them, then laughed out of his voice: "Why, Sonny, do you think the boss will be scared? This?"

As Marina laughed, many mercenaries who looked at Thales also laughed.

But compared to Dante's great sword, compared to the kind and casual atmosphere, Thales could only feel a wave of killing intent and cold among the "blood whistling" crowd.

These people...

Tyles looked around with an ugly expression, feeling that he had fallen into another pit again.

There is still muddy water inside.

Sony, the mercenary who blocked the way, smiled, and seemed to be amused by the joke too. He patted Marina on the shoulder and cleared the way.

With a sense of anxiety, Thales and Fastrope walked into the middle of the tavern carrying the sacks.

Here, the mercenaries keep their distance and are scattered relatively sparsely.

Only an empty table in the middle sat four people.

Tyles recognized the man with a scar on his neck at first glance.

"Tampa!"

The expression on the express rope loosened, and the sack rolled down from his shoulder. He resisted the strange atmosphere around him: "Hey, why can't I find you..."

But Thales noticed that Tampa's expression at the moment was extremely ugly and his sitting posture was stiff.

"Quick rope? And you?" The tavern owner frowned, looking at the two who came in in disbelief.

"Of course it is us! I said, you are really..." Quick rope froze his face, and the volume gradually decreased: "Am I disturbing anything?"

Tampa didn't answer him, but his face became uglier.

The other three people at the empty table turned their heads.

Tyles' heart moved, and he recognized the person in front of him.

Ricky with a smile on his face, a middle-aged man in the Northland with an indifferent expression, and a swordsman with vicissitudes covering his face.

It's them.

The first three people who "Blood Whistle" came to the pub to book a table.

"The only two people I just met." Marina put her swords back into the scabbard around her waist, and curled her lips at Ricky: "I was clearly picking the lock, but said that I was coming to do business with him. "

Ricky nodded and turned his eyes back and forth on Thales and Fastline.

As far as he can see, Thales has a sense of horror to be seen through from the inside out.

"Thank you, Marina," he said politely: "It was a great help."

Marina nodded knowingly, and stepped aside.

"I know you," Ricky looked at the two of them and smiled softly: "Dante's great sword."

"And I'm a novice."

Tyles and Fastrope made two crying smiles.

"Listen, Tampa," Fast Rope spoke first, with a heartless stunner:

"The business you asked me to do, we're done, we will come to deal tonight..."

He kicked the sack under his foot.

On the empty table, Tampa has a strange face.

Ricky turned to Tampa.

The tavern owner twitched his face and coughed: "Okay, I see. Listen, fast rope, you go back first, I will make time to discuss business with you tomorrow."

"Ah, I can see it." Quick rope rolled his eyes: "You are a bit busy now...it's okay, we can..."

Marina chuckled at the side.

Ricky was thoughtful.

Thyls gently stabs the fast rope, and the two men bend over tacitly, ready to pick up the sacks.

But Thales' waist was only halfway bent, and a boot stopped on the sack, blocking his chest.

"Listen to mom, stand up, thieves." Marina sat on a chair, raised her slender thigh, and smiled and hooked Gothel's chest.

Tyles and Fastrope glanced at the double swords on Marina's waist, and then swept the mercenaries around, and they could only straighten up in embarrassment.

It's terrible.

It doesn't seem to be easy to get out.

The leader of the mercenaries, Ricky spoke up.

"Oh, so, they are what you claim, your ‘backup’? Your reliable ‘security consultant’?"

Thyls frowned.

I saw Ricky sighed and lowered his arm: "You are so funny~IndoMTL.com~Tampa."

Tampa looked unsatisfactory, covering his face in pain.

Quickline showed an inexplicable face, and then forced a smile: "Actually..."

Tyles coughed and muttered his words.

"Okay, okay."

The young man spoke slowly. He looked at Tampa and then at Ricky. While holding up his hands to show his harmlessness, he cautiously said: "I know, gentlemen, we may not come at the right time... But to be honest, I don’t understand and don’t want to know what your situation is now, so no matter what you are..."

Tampa's face became more and more wilted, he coughed heavily, his tone of voice was bad:

"Hurry up then!"

Tyles and the fast rope bend down for the second time to pick up the out of reach of the sack.

But they stopped again halfway.

Marina's sword edge crossed their chests at some point.

"Ah, ah, ah."

I saw this beautiful woman with her mouth open playfully, shaking the sword in her hand, and tweeting unkindly: "I don't listen to my mother, but I have to spank."

Tyles and Fastrope straightened up again, looking ugly.

Ricky sighed and looked up with a smile: "You really don't understand the situation, but it doesn't matter, I will tell you."

"The situation is simple."

Ricky smiled friendly at the two, then pointed to Tampa, and whispered softly: "We, the blood whistle..."

"At the tavern in Tampa."

"Hijacking Tampa."

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