Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 121: New guests

Black sword.

This name...

It's been a long time since I heard it.

Tyles lay on the table, staring at the strange man in his memory.

Listening to the masked man, Ricky and Clay looked at each other.

This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.

"You already knew it? Black Sword, and his Black Street Brotherhood?"

He looked at the mercenaries suspiciously.

"We met him."

Ricky is plain and idiosyncratic, but his sight stays at the same angle, unmoving for a long time: "And his unusual and well-established ancient sword."

"Not long ago."

The masked man folded his arms and hummed coldly: "Impressed."

Thyls, panting on the table, was amazed.

Black sword.

He was a...mercenary?

The Big Nine.

And this group of people-what is the relationship and grudges between the blood and the whistle?

So that they did not hesitate to try the law, hijack Tampa, but also to force the man's intelligence?

Tampa looked at this ignorant look at that, and then at that: "Since you know, why are you still..."

Ricky raised his hand and interrupted him.

"It was just a confirmation before, to confirm that you know his status."

"And now, we want to know his past, Tampa."

Ricky folded his hands and looked at him seriously, with a solemn tone and solemn expression, as if performing a sacred ceremony.

"Especially his deeds in the era of mercenaries before the Brotherhood: every mission, every business, every story."

The question in Tampa's eyes is getting worse.

"His origins, his identity, his details." Cree on the side silently added, his tone of voice was like an enemy.

Tampa's brows tightened.

"More than just."

The masked man raised his head and spoke coldly:

"It also includes his skill, his swordsmanship, his weapons, especially his..."

The masked man paused.

There was a cold light in his deep eyes outside his mask: "The power of ending."

The Black Sword...

The power of ending.

Thyls's breathing started quickly.

And...

Listening to the other two, Ricky nodded in agreement.

"In other words, we want everything, Tampa," Ricky looked at the tavernkeeper, narrowing his eyes:

"Everything about Black Sword..."

Tampa seems to realize how unusual things are.

"You didn't do this for the Blood Bottle Gang, did you? Since the Red Viper was driven out of the Baron's Guard..." He stared:

"But now it seems..."

Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Who the **** are you?"

Tampa looked at them puzzled, trying to find the answer from the faces of the blood-licking mercenaries.

But he failed.

The three headed by them are still calm, and the mercenaries around are silent.

Tampa had to sigh: "Black Sword-how much hate does he have with you? Is it worth your performance, and even ruin your reputation and future?"

Ricky snorted softly.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes gleaming.

"You can't imagine."

"You can't imagine how many things we are interested in in him."

The voice fell, and the eyes of Kray and the masked man were sharp.

"You can't imagine what miracles and opportunities he represents."

Tampa looked at him solemnly.

Ricky cocked his mouth and tapped the desktop, as if immersed in his own world:

"For us, he will be the end of the old age and the beginning of the new century."

Tyles listened to all this blankly.

He feels like he's getting involved in something terrible again.

"What kind of cult group is this?"

Quick rope bit his ear on the table and whispered:

"I have seen it in Waril State, a group of madmen shouting the names of demons and evil gods, and then bleeding the sacrifices..."

"I don't know," Thales responded in a low voice, "I don't want to know, I just want to leave here quickly."

Quickline sighed slightly on the table and carefully glanced around: "I want to too, but they are too crowded."

Looking at dozens of murderous mercenaries, watching their steady and orderly breathing and well-trained movements, Thales' heart tightened.

Yes.

They have too many people.

No matter to whom.

At this moment, Sonny, the mercenary who had stopped Thales and others, came up.

"Ricky," Sonny sullen. He didn't mean to lower his voice, so that everyone in the tavern could hear clearly: "Our guests are here."

"Come alone."

At that moment, Ricky's eyes were extremely sharp.

Kray and the masked man also reacted. The former gently pressed the hilt of the sword around his waist, while the latter's eyes stopped on the table.

"It's fast, it's an hour faster than the stated time."

Clay coldly said: "I guess their people are in place too-I have dealt with that guy, he definitely did not come alone."

Thyls clearly felt: The atmosphere in the tavern had changed.

If the previous **** whistle seemed loose on the outside and tight on the inside, when Tampa, Thales and others were detained, they were tense and dull with ease...

After Sonny's words, the air here is nothing but oppressive silence.

Many mercenaries' breathing became heavy and their faces were angry. Many of them stood up and even put on their weapons.

"Converge a little, you all!"

Ricky looked around, his expression displeased, as if he was shouting at the disobedient wild dog: "Our plan will not be interrupted by this accident."

"Whatever they do."

The restless blood honked the whistle and calmed down, staring at each other and returning to his position.

Thyls looked at them strangely.

Guest?

Who is here?

What is their plan, not just kidnapping Tampa?

Quickline also cast a questioning look.

"I guess, our friendly conversation will be saved for the next time, old friend." Ricky turned around, regaining his easy-to-talk expression.

"Next time?"

Tampa gritted his teeth and said: "You are not going to let me go, right?"

Ricky ignored him.

Marina stepped forward: "I will take them upstairs..."

Thyls' heart moved: If they were kept in isolation, there would be fewer opponents to face...

But his hopes fell through.

"No, they will stay here, under everyone's supervision."

Clay interrupted Marina. It seemed that his position was second only to Ricky here.

"Tampa has been here for too long, knowing his tavern too much, and his role is too important to us," Clay said cautiously: "We can't take even the slightest risk before dawn."

Before dawn?

Thyls noticed this detail.

When dawn breaks...what are they going to do?

Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.

Ricky did not object, he just pondered for a moment, and then slowly nodded to Sonny:

"Pick him in."

"Be careful," the masked man at the same table snorted coldly: "That group of **** cockroaches are best at surprises."

Finally, in Thales’ deep doubts, the door of "my house" was opened.

A man hidden in a cloak, under the watch of the mercenaries behind him, walked into this tavern controlled by blood horns.

Just like when Thales first came, the mercenaries’ fierce eyes and iron-blooded aura instantly oppressed the new guests.

But the guests in the cloak still have a steady pace and a calm posture.

Sony the mercenary stopped the guest.

"Search." He said coldly.

The guest shrugged and raised his hands obediently.

"Forget it, Sonny," Clay shook his head, looking badly: "I dare you, if you really want to hide some weapons, even if you strip him, this guy can pull out a dagger from it. Come."

Sonny then gave way, not forgetting to throw a vicious eye knife on the guest.

The guest seemed helpless until he walked into the middle of the tavern and saw Ricky, Clay, the Masked Man and Tampa sitting at a table.

"Am I disturbing something?"

The guests looked at the four people with different expressions, and then at the prince duo who was obviously forced to sit here. Their voices were confident and calm, with a little musical ups and downs.

Thyls felt it: Marina beside him showed disgust, holding the hilt with both hands.

"You can't disturb anything," the masked man in the mercenary said coldly, "Because there is no seat for you, the cockroaches in the gutter."

Faced with the slow hostility of the crowd, the guest chuckled and stretched out his cloak.

At this moment, the mercenaries behind him all took out their weapons, gritted their teeth and stared at his movements.

"Relax," the guest seemed to be taken aback: "It's just my hood."

He spoke, slowly lowering his hood, revealing a fair and ordinary face.

The moment he saw this face, Thales only felt a sense of familiarity flashed by.

Strange.

Thyls gritted his teeth secretly: He has seen this man.

I have definitely seen it.

I just don't know when... when.

As the leader, Ricky looked at the man standing there, turning his head to ask Cray:

"Is it him?"

Clay stood up and walked to the guest.

The new man smiled obediently and respectfully.

Clay stared at him for a long time, his face slowly tightening.

"It's him."

The swordsman in the north nodded and said: "Six years ago, I saw it several times."

His face is not very pretty.

Six years ago.

Tyles' heart was slowly strained.

Is it a coincidence?

The man noticed Clay, with a daze.

"It's you, Sarand Clay," the man seemed quite happy: "Really an old acquaintance..."

Compared with Ricky's indifference and the hostility of the masked man, Clay was not much better, and he did not give his "old acquaintance" any face.

"Small sets are almost," Clay sat back in his seat, and rebuffed unceremoniously: "We all know what you are."

The man's expression stagnated, and his tone was awkward: "It's a touching reunion."

"Speak."

Ricky still looks calm, as if just receiving a farmer who needs weeding services: "Your intention."

The new guest blinked.

Tyles looked at this man, becoming more familiar.

Who is he?

"I can see that you still have some things to do." The white man looked at the ugly face of Tampa and the reluctant Thales, rubbing his hands, like a salesman The clerk promotes his inferior drinks to the tavern owner, cautiously:

"And what I want to say now is very important, so why don't we find a small secret room..."

Ricky smiled.

"I believe my brothers, there is nothing shameful."

"Unless you have one?"

The mercenaries above and below the pub all gave threatening sneers.

The man's face was slightly stagnant.

"Excuse me, but what I am going to say next is not a trivial matter," he looked around, seeming a little embarrassed: "This is not only related to your actions tonight..."

The man's expression became dark: "It is more related to the stability of the entire Sabya camp."

As soon as this statement came out, the mercenaries became agitated.

Clay and the masked man looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

The man turned around, facing the bad eyes of the audience.

"Yes, I know what you are going to do, and please trust me: my arrival and my proposal will only add to your plans."

The man smiled happily: "Before that, we need to plan carefully and carefully-what do you think? Clay? And this..."

"It's like their usual meanness," Thales heard, Marina and Sonny behind him whispered something, their voices filled with gritted hatred: "Differentiation, provocation, everything ."

"And what we need," the man raised his finger with a strange expression, and gently rubbed his thumb and index finger: "It's just a little communication and cooperation."

The commotion in the tavern is getting bigger and bigger, pointing the finger at the man in the middle of the venue.

However, Ricky spoke.

"That's better. Tell me your proposal."

Ricky raised his hand calmly and suppressed the dissent of others: "Inspire my brothers-for what we will do."

The man paused.

He looked around and was disappointed to find that the mercenaries with blood and whistle had no objection.

"Huh, okay, since you all have no scruples..."

The man sighed and looked at it, seemingly sorry.

He was stunned, as if suddenly remembering something.

"Oh sorry, I am getting older and have a bad memory. I forgot to introduce myself." The man shook his head embarrassedly and patted his head: "As you can see, I am an ordinary North American. Local people, you might as well call me..."

The man bowed and squinted slightly, revealing a gleam of light in his eyes:

"The drill."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!

Quickline gave him a strange look, but Thales didn't respond at all.

He just stared at the new man~ IndoMTL.com~ that white look, bowing motion, tone of voice, and this strange name...

Thyls remembered.

This man.

He did meet.

Just six years ago!

"The drill?"

Marina snorted coldly: "What kind of **** name is this."

Yanzi touched his head awkwardly, with a rather sorry expression.

But the person in the middle of the tavern spoke.

"The drill," the masked man on Ricky's left hand leaned forward, and carefully looked at the unusual guest: "Carpenters and stonemasons use it to use it to pierce even the most Indestructible solid wood and stubborn stone."

The tone of the masked man reveals the meaning of deep hatred:

"It's really appropriate for you pests that cannibalize the world."

The mercenaries sneered.

The brazier exhaled helplessly.

"Don't mind," the leader of the mercenary, Ricky nodded calmly: "Semir is more straightforward."

The drill shook his shoulders, indicating that he didn't care.

"Then I can ask, who is the gentleman I am talking to?" He smiled as usual.

Ricky looked at each other with his companions and chuckled.

"My name is Ricky now, at least my brothers call me that."

Ricky sighed and sat down slowly on the chair.

"But you, Mr. Yanzi, out of respect for the people behind you, and respect for your organization..."

He didn't seem to care about the person in front of him, his right hand flicked a long sword by the table.

"You might as well call me..."

In the silent and worshipful eyes of all the mercenaries, Ricky spoke softly and spit out a strange name that Thales had never heard:

"Klasu."

At that moment, Yaozi's face changed.