Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 129: Grass you

"Enough!"

Ricky raised the volume and ordered the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.

I saw him looking at the three impatiently: "I don't care about your internal grievances, whether it is the dark room or Exter."

Russell and Dean looked at each other and looked away.

"The three of you, tell me," Ricky's patience seemed to be at its limit, "Prince Star...Where is he?"

Tyles' nerves are tight again!

On the other hand, the fast rope that just got out of Dean's sight sighed and patted his chest.

Dean turned around with a cold hum:

"What does he do to you?"

As soon as this remark came out, whether it was Brazier, Russell, or Sword of Disaster, everyone frowned.

Ricky tilted his gaze gently, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, that **** prince is not our business."

"But he has something to do with whether we can get help from our allies," Ricky said, and the man on the other side smiled and bowed in due course: "So it's our business."

Ricky’s tone is getting colder and colder, giving people the urge to step back: "You have always been smart, Dean, so you better understand: now, we are in control of this place, including who can Come in, who can get out."

"Who can walk out must lie down and go out."

"Understand?"

Following his words, the swords of disaster all pulled out their weapons: "Huh!"

Dean's expression shrank.

He looked around with a solemn expression, observing the tavern with copper walls and iron walls, and feeling the unkind eyes of the mercenaries.

No.

Thyls sighed inwardly: They still have too many people.

Finally, Dean exhaled, his tone loosened.

"All right."

"Your plan, that prince," Dean said reluctantly: "The dark room must participate in it, even if he is handed over to King Chaman, it must pass our hands..."

Russell's face tightened: "If the darkroom is still Exeter, then you shouldn't..."

"Boom!"

A loud sound of heavy palms slamming the table.

Let Thales and the fast rope shake together.

"That's your problem," Ricky replied word by word, his tone at the moment like winter frost:

"I don't care at all."

The atmosphere in the tavern is like a string pulled by someone, and it becomes tight in an instant.

"I don’t care whether you catch the prince, take him to the barbecue or eat it raw, skin it or dismantle it, kill him or **** him, but do you know... who prevented us from accomplishing our goals? , That is our enemy."

"The enemy."

"And if you become the mortal enemy of the inheritors outside the tower..."

"Trust me, you guys don't want that."

Ricky glanced at Russell and Dean, his eyes full of silence, making the latter two feel palpitated.

"So I ask you one last time, Dean."

Ricky’s face became more and more ugly. Next to him, the masked man and Clay looked at each other, and the latter stretched out his hand to "Dark Light."

"Where is the prince named Thales?"

Dean clenched his fists.

Beads of sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Everyone..."

The familiar persuasion sounded again.

"Who the prince ultimately belongs to, this is a matter of the operation method, and we can discuss it later," Yaozi smiled and walked between Ricky and Dean, "The top priority is to determine the whereabouts of the Prince Thales. ."

"Never discuss how sweet honey is when you don’t eat it in your mouth."

Yanzi looked at Dean, then at Russell, his smile was still gentle: "Do we agree?"

Dean just pressed his lips, and Russell was tight.

On the other side, Ricky looked at them coldly, and Clay next to him slowly touched the hilt.

Time seems to have stalled.

Even the voice seems to be turned off by someone.

Thyls could only hear countless heartbeats, and as the silence continued, it became more and more rapid.

Including himself.

Finally, after what seemed like a century had passed, Dean took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"I met him in the desert, the prince named Thales," his voice sounded tired and hoarse: "Because of too many variables and helplessness, so I didn't dare to do it."

Now Thales is nervous.

Clay snorted and put down his weapon.

"What then?" Ricky said lightly: "Prince?"

Dean frowned.

Thyls bit his lip lightly.

"He's very cunning, that prince," Dean clenched his fists, recalling something, his facial muscles tightened and tightened: "Very cautious, vicious, good at acting, and scheming. He followed a man in the desert The businessman named Septomding climbed up the friendship and followed his caravan into the Yaga camp."

He raised his head: "Just yesterday."

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

"Tom Ding?"

Ricky's eyes moved: "That shameless settlement that puts the glory of the nobles on his lips all the time?"

Dean nodded: "He still owes me an employment fee, don't forget to take it back together."

But obviously, his lies are not so easy to pass.

"But that's not what your intelligence said," Russell looked at Dean from a distance, and looked at the secretive compatriot, and said softly: "You said,'Prince of the stars is here, leave tonight '."

At this moment, Dean is tight.

Even Thales was breathing slightly.

Dean raised his head slightly, his eyes full of anger.

"I will ask you to settle the account afterwards, Russell," Dean said coldly: "No matter how you and your master put the mouse into the dark room, then intercept our intelligence."

"As for your arrogant opinions here, no matter whether it is a lady or a king, their faces will not look good."

"Doing good advice?"

Russell hummed back and fought back: "Huh, you are the one who reported yesterday that you found the trail of the Star Prince, didn't you?"

"Everyone!" Seeing that he was about to become an infighting of the Exterans again, Yaozi had to raise his hands again to maintain the order of the meeting: "Can we focus on the topic?"

Dean and Russell have now staggered their sights.

"Dean," Ricky thoughtfully: "Tell me, you caught him, didn't you? "The Prince of Stars Gets It"?"

Dean tilted his mouth, looking unwilling.

"Almost, almost got it," he gritted his teeth: "I have planned to take him down tonight. I have already planned when to do it."

After speaking, he turned his head and stared at Thales: "Until these two **** guys broke my good deeds, just before I left."

Tyles gave a light cough, tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"If you stay in the sack obediently, Dean," the prince glanced at him, unwilling to be outdone: "Maybe at this time, we have caught the cunning little prince with you."

Ricky exhaled heavily, as if to expel the dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

The drill looked at Dean, then at Thales, his eyes spinning back and forth.

"Very well, then go to the businessman named Tom Ding," Russell folded his arms and muttered, "Let him hand over the prince."

"Or pay the price."

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Get ready, everyone, let’s start planning," Ricky knocked on the table and hummed: "Tomding’s house and the prison of bones, we must raid two places at the same time, and both must be in Synchronous completion, brazier, I need you to be responsible..."

Following his orders, the Swords of Disaster began to take action

At this moment, both Thales and Dean were secretly relieved.

"Before that, I need to contact the people in the darkroom," Dean looked very upset, looking at the two fast ropes: "These two traitors don't want to..."

At this time.

"Wait a minute!"

A finger is raised in the air.

Tyles and Dean were taken aback.

It's the drill.

I saw the spokesperson of the Shield of Deception, who was still smiling at this moment.

The tavern was suddenly quiet, and Ricky and others who were making plans looked up.

"This VIP in the darkroom named Dean," the brazier gestured to Dean kindly, and pointed at Thales: "You said, they did it against you, to replace or take credit for you?"

Dean's heart was stunned.

Thyls also bit his teeth.

"It's the same as you, isn't it," he said quietly:

"The brazier of the Shield of Deception, the one who betrayed the Shadow Lord."

But Yaozi ignored his sarcasm, but asked self-consciously: "And you met the prince in the desert, because you are not sure and helpless, so you dare not do it?"

Dean snorted softly: "I don't want to repeat."

Now, Ricky felt something was wrong, he looked at the drill, then looked at Dean: "What's wrong?"

Yangzi waved his hand, motioning for him to stay safe.

"Look at you, Dean, you don’t look like you are isolated and helpless," Yaozi's expression was rich, his eyes kept switching between Dean, Thales, and Fastrope: "Although, you The two subordinates do not look very reliable."

"Not only do the stunned people wake up halfway, but even the corpses must be found here to ask for help."

"Tsk tusk," Yaozi said with a chuckle: "It's so pitiful, as a spy, there must be a limit for amateurs."

The faces of Thales and Fastrope are ugly.

"Laugh as much as you want," Dean retorted calmly: "I don't deny that the dark room is uneven. We don't have a fixed and wealthy royal family like Secret Science, providing hundreds of years of endless support."

"However, there are too many people mocking Ms. Kashan and the dark room in this world. You are just one of those ignorant people."

The drill gave a soft cry and shook his head apologetically.

"No, no, please don't get me wrong, I have never doubted the famous Red Witch."

"It's just that, this makes me very interested in your two subordinates," Yanzi seemed to be really sorry, he curled his shoulders, holding his chin, and gestured to Thales with a light smile. : "Especially, the mastermind who opposes you is only a fourteen or five-year-old boy."

Listening to this, Thales' arm muscles became tighter and tighter.

Everyone looked over.

Just listen to the brazier like a bard, full of voice and emotion:

"Perhaps, this promising young man who has been in the darkroom since he was more than ten years old is still cunning, vicious, cautious, good at acting, and even rich in scheming?"

At that moment, Thales felt a chill, and the pupils who stared at each other suddenly shrank!

Oops.

Oops!

After hearing these adjectives, Dean clenched his fists. The others didn't react so quickly, but they quickly remembered something in their doubts and incomprehension.

Dean's face turned bad.

But he soon discovered that the initiative in this meeting was long gone in his hands.

"That's right."

"I remember," just heard Russell's voice slowly resounding: "Six years ago, when I went to the stars and returned with Prince Moral's body... I heard it in my ears, All news from the second prince."

"As for how he was young and mature, how agile and intelligent, how he was only seven or eight years old, he refuted a lot of respectable princes and nobles for not coming to Taiwan."

Russell's eyes were biting: "Dean, you almost got fooled."

The leader of the Sword of Disaster was silent, but he gently gestured to Clay.

"What are you suggesting..." Dean raised his head, his face more serious than ever, and he was about to step forward.

The next second, I saw a flash of sword light!

"Move it up, Dean," the swordsman Clay in the north held the dark light sword, his voice faint: "You are dead."

Dean looked at the blade on his chest in surprise: "You..."

But he found that, at some point when it started, Ricky's gaze at him had become cold, and the masked man beside him was sneering slightly.

The brazier tuts.

"I have to say."

He reached into his arms, took out a small scroll, and slowly unfolded it: "When you cut your hair into a mess~ IndoMTL.com~ replaced the attire. It is no longer neat, but clothes When you are ragged..."

The drill sighed and gently dropped the scroll in his hand.

"...It's hard to recognize."

Tyles lowered his head stiffly and looked at the scroll.

That is a sketch portrait.

The painting is a thin and tidy boy over ten years old, with a delicate face and a calm expression.

Seems like a bamboo in the chest.

"Please forgive me for being impolite," the bullet flicked the dust off his body, turned to Thales solemnly and gently, and bowed deeply: "My fellow drill, from the Shield of Shadow, I can see you with my own eyes. It's my honor."

"His Royal Highness Thales."

At that moment, there was a breathing sound from the tavern.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster, Ricky got up from his chair like an enemy, his eyes locked firmly on Thales.

Kray frowned in disbelief, looked at the portrait on the ground, and looked at the gray-faced teenager at this moment.

The masked man's eyes are like knives, and the blades are sharp, as if to cut Thales' face.

Marina couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes, she couldn't believe that the little thief who just picked the lock would be a king's son.

Russell looked at the prince with a complicated expression, and looked at the culprit who made the Exeter Mission defeated.

Dean gritted his teeth, looking angrily at the blade on his chest.

Quickrope sighed in pain, covering his face.

Tyles slowly closed his eyes, shutting everyone's reaction out of his eyelids, and staying for a long time.

Several seconds passed before he slowly opened his eyes.

The prince sighed heavily, leaned back in the chair, with an indescribable sense of exhaustion and a sense of relief at last, and waved his hand weakly at the drill:

"Grass you."

I have been itching again these days, and I want to modify the previous chapters to round up some bugs.