Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 125: The Alliance of the Betrayers

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The whole pub is quiet again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin, and suddenly said, "In'Dante's Great Sword,' that agile, capable and promising Dean?"

Russell was silent, and Bazil nodded in acquiescence.

"Your informant... is buried deep enough." Ricky shook his head with a twitch.

"Well, Dante's great sword?" Owner Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

Wait.

That means...

At that moment, many mercenaries, including the kidnapped tavernkeeper Tampa, followed Ricky’s gazes, and turned to the other side, converging on Thales with wide-eyed eyes, and a dull face. Fast rope body.

What are you doing?

Thyls, who had become the focus again, thought blankly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with a suspicious look, and said in a low voice: "I remember, these two people are in Dante's sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky stared at the two with interest, seeming to understand.

In the face of everyone's scrutiny, Thales could only put out a subtle and awkward smile.

"You really have a great idea." With everyone's gaze, Thales maintained his expression, and bit his dissatisfied bass at the fast rope without moving his lips: "Come to the'professional' to deal with the corpse? "

He desperately controlled his gaze, avoiding subconsciously looking at the human-shaped sack at his feet.

"What should I do now?"

Beside Thales, the former prince Exeter was also convulsing his face, putting on an embarrassing look of dumbfounding.

"Calm down, calm down," Quick Rope wiped his sweat, showing a flattering smile to the fierce mercenaries around:

"There will always be a way."

The guests outside the blood and whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously didn't spare any effort to take care of the small things inside these mercenaries.

Just heard Russell cough:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable information inside..."

But at this moment, Ricky withdrew his attention from Thales and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the Sword of Disaster said lightly.

Following his words, the lights in the tavern swayed slightly, causing figures to rise and fall.

Ricky raised his head and smiled slightly.

"We haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet."

Russell was taken aback.

This aristocratic man scowled and looked at the drill.

"When you notified me...I thought you had convinced them?"

The brazier spread out his hands and put on a helpless smile.

"Good things are hard to come by."

Russell's brow furrowed and loosened, just right to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"We haven't reached any agreement, Mr. Vader," Ricky smiled. "In fact, we suddenly welcomed you group of uninvited guests on the eve of the action, and we have to'cooperate' with us... Until now, we are still very "surprise"."

Clay snorted softly, catering to Ricky's words.

The mercenaries around are holding down their weapons one after another, and their faces are unhappy.

Yanzi raised his hand to Russell: "So you must be there in person-I am not enough."

Looking at the unkind expressions of the Swords of Disaster, Russell was a little surprised.

He understood the atmosphere of the scene.

"All right."

He nodded and quickly sorted out his emotions, showing a sense of skill on his tight face.

This makes Thales familiar.

"Blood whistle, or the sword of disaster, everyone," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we must reach such a consensus."

Ricky showed interest and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to take the prison of bones," Russell looked around and raised his second finger with a serious expression: "And we are aiming to capture the Prince of Stars."

"In the Yaga camp, these two things cannot be done separately."

Ricky squinted slightly.

"If you invade the prison of bones tonight," Russell said solemnly:

"In just a few hours, the entire Bladeya camp will be awakened. Thousands of regular kingdom armed forces will flow over here like a tide, bringing cordon, search teams, patrols, all The trouble you want. After that, it will be impossible for my people to get the Star Prince."

Russell gestured to the drill, who nodded humbly in approval.

Thyls is more puzzled about their relationship.

Russell changed his words: "Similarly, if we robbed the Prince of Stars tonight, there will be alarm bells in the camp before dawn. Any suspicious forces, rallies, including mercenaries, will become Stars. First of all, the goal of the operation, then if you want to do something on the prison of bones, it is even more difficult to reach the sky."

"The conclusion is clear: we are like two people tied to each end of a rope. If we don’t push in one direction, if we do our own things regardless," Russell turned around, his words full of Power of:

"It was just two ends in vain, no one can get what they want."

Ricky, Clay and others exchanged glances and saw the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, you guys, do you understand the reason why we came here late at night?"

Russell ignored the surrounding weapons and said loudly:

"Do you also understand the necessity of our cooperation with each other?"

No one answered him, only Yaozi patted his left wrist with his right hand and smiled.

Ricky stared at the new guest with solemn eyes, and said nothing for a long time.

Until Russell coughed impatiently.

"Your eloquence is very good," Ricci pressed his chin and said lightly: "It doesn't look like someone who looks like a shield of deception."

"Vida...who are you?"

Russelton lags for a while and does not answer.

But the masked man beside Ricky spoke up.

"I remember."

The masked man squinted at Russell and snorted coldly: "Kray, you just said that this guy's surname seems to come from a small family under Longxiao City?"

Clay snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companion.

The masked man faintly said: "Six years ago, King Nunn appointed a very savvy low-level nobleman to serve as the messenger of Exter, to go to the Star Kingdom, enter the Palace of Rejuvenation, and die in a foreign land Prince Moral seeks justice."

"The name of that messenger is exactly the same as this guy."

At this moment, Russell shook slightly!

But he is not the only one who is behaving badly.

On the other side of the tavern, Thales hid his surprise in a low cough, and the fast rope beside him looked aggrieved "Why am I again?"

Thyls remembered.

He, Thales Star and Russell Vader.

This is indeed not the first time we have met.

So...

Thyls looked at Russell blankly, then at the drill.

Exter, the shield of deception.

The people here today are all "old friends" from six years ago.

And the only thing that can connect them; two clues linking together...

"King Nuen and King Chaman entrusted them with important tasks at the same time, but you failed."

"Tell me, Baron Vinda."

Only listen to the masked person speaking disdainfully: "For the Northlanders, a humiliating mission of failure must have troubled you?"

Russell Vader's face suddenly turned pale.

The brazier coughed and came out to ease his cheeks: "Can we..."

But Russell interrupted him.

"I don't deny my failure."

The former Envoy of Exeter clenched a fist and said in a solemn voice: "That is indeed a stain in my life."

His voice quivered slightly:

"And I paid the price: I am no longer a baron."

The masked man shook his head lightly.

"I guess Longxiao City deprived you of your title for no reason? And the black sand collar can't compensate you any more?"

The masked man walked slowly to Russell and looked down at his eyes.

"After all, no one likes a betrayer who is loyal to Longxiao City on the face of his face, but behind his back, he and the black sand collar are embarrassed."

He said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Russell looked up suddenly!

The former messenger of a country glared at the masked man.

But the masked man seemed to be unaware, and continued to chuckle: "So you can only come to a foreign country and take care of some ugly affairs."

Russell's fists tightened.

Ricky, Clay and the others looked at this scene indifferently, but the drill on the side frowned.

"A shadowy assassin who betrayed the shadow lord, a northern nobleman who betrayed the ancestor," the masked man continued sarcastically: "Betrayer plus betrayer, really a good combination."

Russell snorted heavily.

"It is not your turn to evaluate me, mercenary."

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the blood whistling in the tavern.

"According to this statement..." Russell said angrily: "We who are here tonight, no matter which side, are shameful betrayers."

"After all, you are just traitors to the End Tower!"

The voice did not fall.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

More than one sound of weapon blades being unsheathed, suddenly sounded at this moment!

Marina already had two swords in her hand, Sonny also gritted her teeth and squeezed out her own axe, while more mercenaries stepped forward, unkindly forcing the messy messenger.

Suddenly murderous in the tavern.

Thyls, who was deeply disturbed, forcibly resisted the desire to reach for the weapon.

"Just relax, everyone!"

The sound of the drill sounded among the murderous mercenaries:

"We are not here to fight."

At the moment of tension, Ricky raised his right hand gently, as if it were commonplace.

He shook his hand gently.

The mercenaries with blood and whistle were so uncomfortable, but they took back their weapons and returned to their original positions.

The look in Russell's eyes grew worse.

"I understand."

"A lost nobleman who no longer has the glory but is unwilling to do some irrelevant tasks in the border area," Ricky said flatly: "I want to rely on a rare feat to win back the trust of the owner."

Russell took a breath, seemingly reluctant to admit this fact.

"So, Russell Vader, you represent King Chaman I."

"Exter's Prince of the Slayer."

Ricky's tone is slightly solemn.

And the content of his words caused a lot of commotion among the mercenaries, and they whispered to each other, shocked.

Thyls felt that the fast rope trembling next to him.

Wait.

Thyls subconsciously felt the doubt.

Where does it seem to be wrong?

Russell is the messenger of King Chaman, and his informant is Dean.

Dean noticed Thales, so he notified Russell.

And Russell noticed something wrong from Dean’s missed appointment and wanted to save the situation?

Not right.

There must be something wrong!

Ricky looked at Russell, and said: "Your king, intends to win us over?"

Russell raised his head, showing a touch of arrogance.

"If you can cooperate with us," Russell whispered: "Together with valuable trophies to return to Exeter, to prove that he is a capable warrior, of course, your Majesty will not spare him. Rewards and rewards."

Ricky raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

But soon, he and Clay and the masked man looked at each other and laughed.

The mercenaries also sneered.

In the laughter, Russell's face tightened.

Finally, the Disaster Swords laughed enough.

"Ah, no wonder you have the confidence to do these little moves with your back."

"You and your shield of deception," Ricky shook his head and exclaimed: "When did you start mixing with the cold-blooded king who killed his brother?"

When did they get together?

Thyls suddenly remembered that day six years ago, when he and Selma were on the Lombard carriage, he saw the scene where Duke Heisha had a face-to-face conversation with Yaozi.

Russell frowned fiercely.

But the brazier on the side is smiling, and has no consciousness of being offended.

"As I said, I can not only provide you with a means to rob prison," Rao Zi raised his hands and turned to meet everyone in the tavern, letting them see their smile:

"It can also bring you a way to escape the threats of the stars—maybe it will be your choice for shelter in the future. From now on, there will be no more hiding and hiding, no more hiding and fleeing, no more fear and worry. "

The mercenaries began to whisper again.

Ricky murmured and repeated: "Put yourself up, shelter?"

The drill nodded.

Russell on one side solemnly adjusted his clothes.

"Once it's done," Russell said sternly:

"I promise that your majesty's subordinates will definitely have a place for you, and with Exter's asylum and support, you don't have to fear the threat and revenge of the Star Kingdom-no matter how troublesome it is."

Ricky pondered for a moment.

"The premise is that we must belong to him and become the watchdog and shepherd of Charman Rumba?"

He looked straight at the drill, still smiling, but there was an unabashed chill in his eyes.

"Tell me, Yaozi, what price did you sell yourself and the Shield of Deception?"

This is not polite, and even people like a brazier can't help being stiff.

But the brazier reacted quickly, coughing lightly, rubbing his hands.

"This has nothing to do with the price tag, but with the market and demand."

Yangzi said with a smile like a most professional businessman: "Eighteen years ago, Teng claimed that he wanted to create a soil suitable for the survival of the Shield of Deception, so he led the shock. The assassination of the world."

The masked man hummed disdainfully.

Thyls clenched his fists.

Since he embarked on the road of the prince, many signs have shown that the assassinations of the Royal Family of the Stars in the Scarlet Year were strange and profound, and affected the fate of many people.

And the source of that assassination...

It's right here.

"But Teng was wrong."

The drill is absolutely true.

"The most suitable era for our assassins is not a chaotic world of starvation, let alone a peaceful and virtuous world," he raised his voice, with a serious face: "It is an alternating between peace and conflict, and an opportunity and danger coexist. , A moderate age where employers and goals are together."

Ricky frowned.

"As everyone knows, we are assassins. We are warriors who take risks and see death as home," Yaozi said calmly: "And you are mercenaries, or swordsmen who wield swords for others, or sword dealers--no matter what What do you want to call."

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"Assassins and mercenaries, apart from everything else, we all live by our own skills and work for others, so that we can maintain their normal operations--but you think, in the final analysis, what supports us The survival of both?"

"Money, desire, hatred, hatred, ideals, future, hope, or love and justice?"

The words of Yaozi made many mercenaries look weird, but more people began to think silently.

But Yaozi immediately turned around and spoke flatly:

"Neither!"

"The ones that really support our survival," he said coldly and rarely: "It is the needs that call us to take action."

I saw the deep voice of Yanzi:

"It's power."

He stretched out his right hand and slowly clenched it in mid-air.

"Power, this is the foundation on which we live, just like war is to heroes, and bones are to famous generals."

Ricky's face became more and more serious.

The drill turned around, seeming to persuade everyone in the tavern:

"The powerless want to seize and seize power, and the powerful want to expand and centralize power, so they find us, hire or buy them, and use methods that break the norm to fill the power vacuum or consume excessive power. "

"And we? We are a group of beasts that feed on power, looking for life in the ambitions and ambitions of the rebels or rulers-whether you or us, whether assassins or mercenaries, we are born to live in power In the cracks."

Thyls listened silently to the idea of ​​this shadowy assassin.

Kray frowned, and the masked man snorted more simply.

"Teng may be a lunatic. His arrogance and overpowering finally evoked his own doomsday," the drill continued unmoved, "but his original intention to convince us is correct: We, the Shield of Deception needs an era suitable for our survival, we must take the initiative to create it, rather than waiting for the era to eliminate us."

"And what we really need is the need of power for us-a powerful but still needs our power, this is what guarantees our survival."

Yaozi turned around again, facing the three people with the Sword of Disaster, his eyes exuded unusual enthusiasm:

"So we need such a power, a ruler who owns the country and the army, the land and the people at the same time, to purchase the services that hire us and maintain our existence."

"But he cannot be too strong, too strong to try to control us and attempt to annex us, just like the Star Kingdom controls the secret science, nor too weak, too weak to support us, not to protect us, just like the Principality of Anrenzo The poor birdtail guard."

The brazier put up a finger and nodded at the corner of his mouth: "This is the evergreen secret of the assassins and mercenaries."

The assassin finished his speech, but the mercenaries looked at him suspiciously one after another.

"So, this is the power you've found for us? The King of Family Killing?" Ricky raised an eyebrow.

The drill let out a breath of helplessness.

"Thanks to Teng, the Star Kingdom is already our doomed enemy, and the stars are recovering and rising. This is really not good news for us. In this case, I guess, the remaining options are not Too much."

Yanzi smiled mysteriously, as if thinking of something:

"And I have to say, His Majesty Chaman is a very special king."

"Furthermore, King Chaman I met our standards: He was strong and powerful. He had just completed the purge of the black sand collar not long ago, and he has become the most unique lord in Exeter; secondly, Exeter. He is fighting internally. Although he is gaining momentum, he is also in distress. The grand prince is gearing up, foreign enemies are eagerly watching, disputes within the collar are hard to settle, but King Chaman's ambition is unlucky to tolerate the world-he will need us."

Razor spoke and looked at Russell on one side, who nodded.

"Have the doubts been resolved?" Russell asked lightly: "By the way, the premise of all the above situations is that we can fulfill the task today and regain the goal."

But Ricky obviously has other opinions.

"Power is the foundation on which we live?"

He rubbed his chin: "Interesting saying."

"But you have said half of it, brazier."

The brazier raises his hand to show that he listens well.

Russell frowned, as if dissatisfied with the group's uncooperativeness.

Ricky leaned forward, pointing his index finger to Russell.

"The princekilling king, or any power, will slowly grab our throat as they develop step by step, and when he is completely strong, he will not leave us too much Choose," His eyes slowly focused:

"He will turn you into darkrooms and secret sciences that spread the gossip, and turn us into the blade guard and the royal guard, if you don't want to..."

The masked man snorted angrily and folded his arms.

"Furthermore, once Chaman Rumba is strong, it will be strong enough to ensure one party is stable, one country is prosperous, and one world is safe..." Ricky sneered: "As you said, brazier, peaceful and wise Prosperity is not suitable for assassins."

The brazier smiled without saying a word, but Russell remained motionless.

"So, what you want is not allegiance or attachment," Ricky's words changed abruptly, chilling:

"It is a parasitic."

Yaozi's smile froze on his face.

"What you think is not attachment or belonging, but parasitic on King Chaman like a blood leech. While serving him, use his power to strengthen yourself and use his figure to cover yourself."

Ricky pointed directly at people's hearts, hit the nail on the head:

"And when he is strong enough to get out of your control, when the muddiness and lifelessness of this world are about to be broken by the growth of the power, it is time to abandon him and use the sharp blades and claws he built for you. He secretly assists his opponent, joins his enemy, finds your new host, and always ensures that he is in the cracks of power."

Now, even Russell's expression becomes ugly.

"In this way, parasitize, grow, move, parasitize, grow again, repeat your cycle over and over again, coexist with power, and stand side by side with conflict-where there is power, there is a shadowy figure."

The masked man hummed approvingly.

"Be careful, Baron Vinda," Ricky said coldly:

"The blood leeches **** too much blood, and they will eat back."

His tone made Yaozi and Russell look solemn.

Ricky stared at Russell, who clasped his hands and tightened his eyebrows.

A few seconds later, Ricky spoke again.

"However..."

"Tonight, we can cooperate, whether the goal is the prison of bones or the prince."

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Chapter 398 The Alliance of the Betrayers, The Bloodline of the Kingdom

The whole pub is quiet again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin, and suddenly said, "In'Dante's Great Sword,' that agile, capable and promising Dean?"

Russell was silent, and Bazil nodded in acquiescence.

"Your informant... is buried deep enough." Ricky shook his head with a twitch.

"Well, Dante's great sword?" Owner Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

Wait.

That means...

At that moment, many mercenaries, including the kidnapped tavernkeeper Tampa, followed Ricky’s gazes, and turned to the other side, converging on Thales with wide-eyed eyes, and a dull face. Fast rope body.

What are you doing?

Thyls, who had become the focus again, thought blankly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with a suspicious look, and said in a low voice: "I remember, these two people are in Dante's sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky stared at the two with interest, seeming to understand.

In the face of everyone's scrutiny, Thales could only put out a subtle and awkward smile.

"You really have a great idea." With everyone's gaze, Thales maintained his expression, and bit his dissatisfied bass at the fast rope without moving his lips: "Come to the'professional' to deal with the corpse? "

He desperately controlled his gaze, avoiding subconsciously looking at the human-shaped sack at his feet.

"What should I do now?"

Beside Thales, the former prince Exeter was also convulsing his face, putting on an embarrassing look of dumbfounding.

"Calm down, calm down," Quick Rope wiped his sweat, showing a flattering smile to the fierce mercenaries around:

"There will always be a way."

The guests outside the blood and whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously didn't spare any effort to take care of the small things inside these mercenaries.

Just heard Russell cough:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable information inside..."

But at this moment, Ricky withdrew his attention from Thales and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the Sword of Disaster said lightly.

Following his words, the lights in the tavern swayed slightly, causing figures to rise and fall.

Ricky raised his head and smiled slightly.

"We haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet."

Russell was taken aback.

This aristocratic man scowled and looked at the drill.

"When you notified me...I thought you had convinced them?"

The brazier spread out his hands and put on a helpless smile.

"Good things are hard to come by."

Russell's brow furrowed and loosened, just right to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"We haven't reached any agreement, Mr. Vader," Ricky smiled. "In fact, we suddenly welcomed you group of uninvited guests on the eve of the action, and we have to'cooperate' with us... Until now, we are still very "surprise"."

Clay snorted softly, catering to Ricky's words.

The mercenaries around are holding down their weapons one after another, and their faces are unhappy.

Yanzi raised his hand to Russell: "So you must be there in person-I am not enough."

Looking at the unkind expressions of the Swords of Disaster, Russell was a little surprised.

He understood the atmosphere of the scene.

"All right."

He nodded and quickly sorted out his emotions, showing a sense of skill on his tight face.

This makes Thales familiar.

"Blood whistle, or the sword of disaster, everyone," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we must reach such a consensus."

Ricky showed interest and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to take the prison of bones," Russell looked around and raised his second finger with a serious expression: "And we are aiming to capture the Prince of Stars."

"In the Yaga camp, these two things cannot be done separately."

Ricky squinted slightly.

"If you invade the prison of bones tonight," Russell said solemnly:

"In just a few hours, the entire Bladeya camp will be awakened. Thousands of regular kingdom armed forces will flow over here like a tide, bringing cordon, search teams, patrols, all The trouble you want. After that, it will be impossible for my people to get the Star Prince."

Russell gestured to the drill, who nodded humbly in approval.

Thyls is more puzzled about their relationship.

Russell changed his words: "Similarly, if we robbed the Prince of Stars tonight, there will be alarm bells in the camp before dawn. Any suspicious forces, rallies, including mercenaries, will become Stars. First of all, the goal of the operation, then if you want to do something on the prison of bones, it is even more difficult to reach the sky."

"The conclusion is clear: we are like two people tied to each end of a rope. If we don’t push in one direction, if we do our own things regardless," Russell turned around, his words full of Power of:

"It was just two ends in vain, no one can get what they want."

Ricky, Clay and others exchanged glances and saw the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, you guys, do you understand the reason why we came here late at night?"

Russell ignored the surrounding weapons and said loudly:

"Do you also understand the necessity of our cooperation with each other?"

No one answered him, only Yaozi patted his left wrist with his right hand and smiled.

Ricky stared at the new guest with solemn eyes, and said nothing for a long time.

Until Russell coughed impatiently.

"Your eloquence is very good," Ricci pressed his chin and said lightly: "It doesn't look like someone who looks like a shield of deception."

"Vida...who are you?"

Russelton lags for a while and does not answer.

But the masked man beside Ricky spoke up.

"I remember."

The masked man squinted at Russell and snorted coldly: "Kray, you just said that this guy's surname seems to come from a small family under Longxiao City?"

Clay snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companion.

The masked man faintly said: "Six years ago, King Nunn appointed a very savvy low-level nobleman to serve as the messenger of Exter, to go to the Star Kingdom, enter the Palace of Rejuvenation, and die in a foreign land Prince Moral seeks justice."

"The name of that messenger is exactly the same as this guy."

At this moment, Russell shook slightly!

But he is not the only one who is behaving badly.

On the other side of the tavern, Thales hid his surprise in a low cough, and the fast rope beside him looked aggrieved "Why am I again?"

Thyls remembered.

He, Thales Star and Russell Vader.

This is indeed not the first time we have met.

So...

Thyls looked at Russell blankly, then at the drill.

Exter, the shield of deception.

The people here today are all "old friends" from six years ago.

And the only thing that can connect them; two clues linking together...

"King Nuen and King Chaman entrusted them with important tasks at the same time, but you failed."

"Tell me, Baron Vinda."

Only listen to the masked person speaking disdainfully: "For the Northlanders, a humiliating mission of failure must have troubled you?"

Russell Vader's face suddenly turned pale.

The brazier coughed and came out to ease his cheeks: "Can we..."

But Russell interrupted him.

"I don't deny my failure."

The former Envoy of Exeter clenched a fist and said in a solemn voice: "That is indeed a stain in my life."

His voice quivered slightly:

"And I paid the price: I am no longer a baron."

The masked man shook his head lightly.

"I guess Longxiao City deprived you of your title for no reason? And the black sand collar can't compensate you any more?"

The masked man walked slowly to Russell and looked down at his eyes.

"After all, no one likes a betrayer who is loyal to Longxiao City on the face of his face, but behind his back, he and the black sand collar are embarrassed."

He said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Russell looked up suddenly!

The former messenger of a country glared at the masked man.

But the masked man seemed to be unaware, and continued to chuckle: "So you can only come to a foreign country and take care of some ugly affairs."

Russell's fists tightened.

Ricky, Clay and the others looked at this scene indifferently, but the drill on the side frowned.

"A shadowy assassin who betrayed the shadow lord, a northern nobleman who betrayed the ancestor," the masked man continued sarcastically: "Betrayer plus betrayer, really a good combination."

Russell snorted heavily.

"It is not your turn to evaluate me, mercenary."

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the blood whistling in the tavern.

"According to this statement..." Russell said angrily: "We who are here tonight, no matter which side, are shameful betrayers."

"After all, you are just traitors to the End Tower!"

The voice did not fall.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

More than one sound of weapon blades being unsheathed, suddenly sounded at this moment!

Marina already had two swords in her hand, Sonny also gritted her teeth and squeezed out her own axe, while more mercenaries stepped forward, unkindly forcing the messy messenger.

Suddenly murderous in the tavern.

Thyls, who was deeply disturbed, forcibly resisted the desire to reach for the weapon.

"Just relax, everyone!"

The sound of the drill sounded among the murderous mercenaries:

"We are not here to fight."

At the moment of tension, Ricky raised his right hand gently, as if it were commonplace.

He shook his hand gently.

The mercenaries with blood and whistle were so uncomfortable, but they took back their weapons and returned to their original positions.

The look in Russell's eyes grew worse.

"I understand."

"A lost nobleman who no longer has the glory but is unwilling to do some irrelevant tasks in the border area," Ricky said flatly: "I want to rely on a rare feat to win back the trust of the owner."

Russell took a breath, seemingly reluctant to admit this fact.

"So, Russell Vader, you represent King Chaman I."

"Exter's Prince of the Slayer."

Ricky's tone is slightly solemn.

And the content of his words caused a lot of commotion among the mercenaries, and they whispered to each other, shocked.

Thyls felt that the fast rope trembling next to him.

Wait.

Thyls subconsciously felt the doubt.

Where does it seem to be wrong?

Russell is the messenger of King Chaman, and his informant is Dean.

Dean noticed Thales, so he notified Russell.

And Russell noticed something wrong from Dean’s missed appointment and wanted to save the situation?

Not right.

There must be something wrong!

Ricky looked at Russell, and said: "Your king, intends to win us over?"

Russell raised his head, showing a touch of arrogance.

"If you can cooperate with us," Russell whispered: "Together with valuable trophies to return to Exeter, to prove that he is a capable warrior, of course, your Majesty will not spare him. Rewards and rewards."

Ricky raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

But soon, he and Clay and the masked man looked at each other and laughed.

The mercenaries also sneered.

In the laughter, Russell's face tightened.

Finally, the Disaster Swords laughed enough.

"Ah, no wonder you have the confidence to do these little moves with your back."

"You and your shield of deception," Ricky shook his head and exclaimed: "When did you start mixing with the cold-blooded king who killed his brother?"

When did they get together?

Thyls suddenly remembered that day six years ago, when he and Selma were on the Lombard carriage, he saw the scene where Duke Heisha had a face-to-face conversation with Yaozi.

Russell frowned fiercely.

But the brazier on the side is smiling, and has no consciousness of being offended.

"As I said, I can not only provide you with a means to rob prison," Rao Zi raised his hands and turned to meet everyone in the tavern, letting them see their smile:

"It can also bring you a way to escape the threats of the stars—maybe it will be your choice for shelter in the future. From now on, there will be no more hiding and hiding, no more hiding and fleeing, no more fear and worry. "

The mercenaries began to whisper again.

Ricky murmured and repeated: "Put yourself up, shelter?"

The drill nodded.

Russell on one side solemnly adjusted his clothes.

"Once it's done," Russell said sternly:

"I promise that your majesty's subordinates will definitely have a place for you, and with Exter's asylum and support, you don't have to fear the threat and revenge of the Star Kingdom-no matter how troublesome it is."

Ricky pondered for a moment.

"The premise is that we must belong to him and become the watchdog and shepherd of Charman Rumba?"

He looked straight at the drill, still smiling, but there was an unabashed chill in his eyes.

"Tell me, Yaozi, what price did you sell yourself and the Shield of Deception?"

This is not polite, and even people like a brazier can't help being stiff.

But the brazier reacted quickly, coughing lightly, rubbing his hands.

"This has nothing to do with the price tag, but with the market and demand."

Yangzi said with a smile like a most professional businessman: "Eighteen years ago, Teng claimed that he wanted to create a soil suitable for the survival of the Shield of Deception, so he led the shock. The assassination of the world."

The masked man hummed disdainfully.

Thyls clenched his fists.

Since he embarked on the road of the prince, many signs have shown that the assassinations of the Royal Family of the Stars in the Scarlet Year were strange and profound, and affected the fate of many people.

And the source of that assassination...

It's right here.

"But Teng was wrong."

The drill is absolutely true.

"The most suitable era for our assassins is not a chaotic world of starvation, let alone a peaceful and virtuous world," he raised his voice, with a serious face: "It is an alternating between peace and conflict, and an opportunity and danger coexist. , A moderate age where employers and goals are together."

Ricky frowned.

"As everyone knows, we are assassins. We are warriors who take risks and see death as home," Yaozi said calmly: "And you are mercenaries, or swordsmen who wield swords for others, or sword dealers--no matter what What do you want to call."

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"Assassins and mercenaries, apart from everything else, we all live by our own skills and work for others, so that we can maintain their normal operations--but you think, in the final analysis, what supports us The survival of both?"

"Money, desire, hatred, hatred, ideals, future, hope, or love and justice?"

The words of Yaozi made many mercenaries look weird, but more people began to think silently.

But Yaozi immediately turned around and spoke flatly:

"Neither!"

"The ones that really support our survival," he said coldly and rarely: "It is the needs that call us to take action."

I saw the deep voice of Yanzi:

"It's power."

He stretched out his right hand and slowly clenched it in mid-air.

"Power, this is the foundation on which we live, just like war is to heroes, and bones are to famous generals."

Ricky's face became more and more serious.

The drill turned around, seeming to persuade everyone in the tavern:

"The powerless want to seize and seize power, and the powerful want to expand and centralize power, so they find us, hire or buy them, and use methods that break the norm to fill the power vacuum or consume excessive power. "

"And we? We are a group of beasts that feed on power, looking for life in the ambitions and ambitions of the rebels or rulers-whether you or us, whether assassins or mercenaries, we are born to live in power In the cracks."

Thyls listened silently to the idea of ​​this shadowy assassin.

Kray frowned, and the masked man snorted more simply.

"Teng may be a lunatic. His arrogance and overpowering finally evoked his own doomsday," the drill continued unmoved, "but his original intention to convince us is correct: We, the Shield of Deception needs an era suitable for our survival, we must take the initiative to create it, rather than waiting for the era to eliminate us."

"And what we really need is the need of power for us-a powerful but still needs our power, this is what guarantees our survival."

Yaozi turned around again, facing the three people with the Sword of Disaster, his eyes exuded unusual enthusiasm:

"So we need such a power, a ruler who owns the country and the army, the land and the people at the same time, to purchase the services that hire us and maintain our existence."

"But he cannot be too strong, too strong to try to control us and attempt to annex us, just like the Star Kingdom controls the secret science, nor too weak, too weak to support us, not to protect us, just like the Principality of Anrenzo The poor birdtail guard."

The brazier put up a finger and nodded at the corner of his mouth: "This is the evergreen secret of the assassins and mercenaries."

The assassin finished his speech, but the mercenaries looked at him suspiciously one after another.

"So, this is the power you've found for us? The King of Family Killing?" Ricky raised an eyebrow.

The drill let out a breath of helplessness.

"Thanks to Teng, the Star Kingdom is already our doomed enemy, and the stars are recovering and rising. This is really not good news for us. In this case, I guess, the remaining options are not Too much."

Yanzi smiled mysteriously, as if thinking of something:

"And I have to say, His Majesty Chaman is a very special king."

"Furthermore, King Chaman I met our standards: He was strong and powerful. He had just completed the purge of the black sand collar not long ago, and he has become the most unique lord in Exeter; secondly, Exeter. He is fighting internally. Although he is gaining momentum, he is also in distress. The grand prince is gearing up, foreign enemies are eagerly watching, disputes within the collar are hard to settle, but King Chaman's ambition is unlucky to tolerate the world-he will need us."

Razor spoke and looked at Russell on one side, who nodded.

"Have the doubts been resolved?" Russell asked lightly: "By the way, the premise of all the above situations is that we can fulfill the task today and regain the goal."

But Ricky obviously has other opinions.

"Power is the foundation on which we live?"

He rubbed his chin: "Interesting saying."

"But you have said half of it, brazier."

The brazier raises his hand to show that he listens well.

Russell frowned, as if dissatisfied with the group's uncooperativeness.

Ricky leaned forward, pointing his index finger to Russell.

"The princekilling king, or any power, will slowly grab our throat as they develop step by step, and when he is completely strong, he will not leave us too much Choose," His eyes slowly focused:

"He will turn you into darkrooms and secret sciences that spread the gossip, and turn us into the blade guard and the royal guard, if you don't want to..."

The masked man snorted angrily~IndoMTL.com~ folded his arms.

"Furthermore, once Chaman Rumba is strong, it will be strong enough to ensure one party is stable, one country is prosperous, and one world is safe..." Ricky sneered: "As you said, brazier, peaceful and wise Prosperity is not suitable for assassins."

The brazier smiled without saying a word, but Russell remained motionless.

"So, what you want is not allegiance or attachment," Ricky's words changed abruptly, chilling:

"It is a parasitic."

Yaozi's smile froze on his face.

"What you think is not attachment or belonging, but parasitic on King Chaman like a blood leech. While serving him, use his power to strengthen yourself and use his figure to cover yourself."

Ricky pointed directly at people's hearts, hit the nail on the head:

"And when he is strong enough to get out of your control, when the muddiness and lifelessness of this world are about to be broken by the growth of the power, it is time to abandon him and use the sharp blades and claws he built for you. He secretly assists his opponent, joins his enemy, finds your new host, and always ensures that he is in the cracks of power."

Now, even Russell's expression becomes ugly.

"In this way, parasitize, grow, move, parasitize, grow again, repeat your cycle over and over again, coexist with power, and stand side by side with conflict-where there is power, there is a shadowy figure."

The masked man hummed approvingly.

"Be careful, Baron Vinda," Ricky said coldly:

"The blood leeches **** too much blood, and they will eat back."

His tone made Yaozi and Russell look solemn.

Ricky stared at Russell, who clasped his hands and tightened his eyebrows.

A few seconds later, Ricky spoke again.

"However..."

"Tonight, we can cooperate, whether the goal is the prison of bones or the prince."