Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 130: H·N·Can Star

I don't know how long it took until an oil lamp on the wall began to flicker, and the suffocating silence in the tavern faded slightly.

"Fuck, prince..." Tampa sighed in pain: "This...how am I so unlucky today..."

"Oops, uh, it's not a good sign..." Quick Rope lowered his head and muttered.

"You..." This is Marina staring at Thales with her eyes wide open, her palm pressed against the hilt.

The mercenaries also began to whisper.

"Quiet."

Clay ordered indifferently, his gaze stayed true to Thales, but the sword was still on Dean's chest.

Thyls put aside all his doubts, leaned back on the chair in relief, and faced everyone's gaze calmly.

This is the end, what can be done.

It's better to think about it, next...

"Do you really think you can smuggle the loot under our noses, Dean?"

The ex-envoy of the Exeters, Russell Vida, who is no longer a baron, snorted from his nose, glanced at Thales, and coldly said to Dean: "Especially such a big one? "

Dean curled his lips in disdain: "You are just lucky, the king's running dog."

Russell returned him with a contemptuous smile.

Ricky walked up slowly, stood in front of Thales, and looked straight into Thales' eyes.

"Tales star?"

Ricky cocked his mouth, looking at Thales, his eyes diverged slightly: "You are beyond my expectation."

At that moment, his gaze became bitter:

"Just like other stars."

Thyls was a little surprised.

Whether it’s Nicolai or Monti, or Dean, or the drill and Russell just now, when they look at Thales, they are often looking at a prey or valuable Treasure.

But strangely, the look in Ricky's eyes didn't mean that at all, but rather slightly confused.

It's like seeing another person through Thales.

But Thales, who was in danger, couldn't think so much. He thought about his opportunities carefully.

Thyls first coughed, then took a deep breath: "The same with you, the sword of disaster."

"It was beyond my expectation to choose the hardest path."

Ricky closed his eyes, pursed his lips, turned around, and the figure on the wall flickered in the light.

"It seems that your task was completed ahead of schedule, Brazier," Ricky glanced at the brazier in the distance: "Easier than expected, maybe too easy?"

The brazier gave a salute from afar and smiled.

"Thanks to everyone."

"Don't waste any more time," Russell interrupted them decisively: "This is the enemy's territory, and we have to arrange an evacuation."

"You are in the darkroom..." Dean wanted to say something, but Clay tilted his wrist slightly, and the forceful blade blocked all the secret agents in the darkroom in his throat.

Ricky, who walked back, waved, and Clay and the masked man nodded at him.

Thyls observed their interaction, and saw Ricky's gestures, knowing that he could no longer be silent.

"I don't understand, Ricky," Thales cleared his throat and said loudly to Ricky's back: "I heard about you from an attendant, a group of swordsmen who are aiming to overthrow the End Tower. Right?"

Ricky paused.

"Of course, you've heard of it," sneered from "Crasso" of the Sword of Disaster:

"But you don't know."

Thyls snorted softly.

"Is it worth it?"

The prince got up from his seat, and the mercenaries beside him unconsciously changed to combat posture until Ricky swung them back.

"The prison of bones... is it worthy of you abandon everything and fight against the entire star kingdom? Even to the point where you want to cooperate with these people to kidnap me and make yourself a mortal enemy of the stars?" Thales said in a deep voice. .

Russell frowned in the distance.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, this prince is used to inciting..."

But Ricky raised a hand and suppressed the words of the Exeter.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster turned around again and approached Thales step by step.

Compared with the sharp aura of others who are murderous or not close to strangers, the leader of the Sword of Disaster has a relaxed look in his eyes, a calm manner, and not very aggressive, but for some reason, he seems to have a slow accumulation of The vortex slowly accumulates with the steps, and wherever the footsteps arrive, Thales's breath is unconsciously stagnated.

"As I said, you don't know."

He bent down and looked directly into Thales’ eyes: "You don’t know what we want."

Tyles clenched his teeth and raised his fingers.

"Listen, no matter what you want, or want to save anyone in the prison of bones, I can be satisfied, as long as a small command..."

The prince took a step forward and said firmly: "Don't forget, I am the prince of the stars and the heir to the kingdom. This is your best and safest opportunity, as long as..."

But Ricky just smiled mysteriously and shook his head.

The masked man behind him said lowly: "You can't."

He has a cold tone:

"Unless you are the king."

The masked man's tone was filled with uncontrollable negative emotions, as if Thales was his enemy, which made the prince stunned.

"But I will eventually be," Thales returned to his senses and tried to fight for the opportunity:

"And you are ruining this opportunity..."

Ricky spoke suddenly and interrupted him.

"I'll be a king, I heard another star say it," Ricky said lightly: "Guess how he will end up?"

Thyls was stunned by this for a second.

"Even if you really become a king, Thales is a star," Ricky straightened up and looked down at Thales: "At that time, everything will pass, whether it is us..."

His eyes are slightly dim:

"It's still you."

"In contrast, I prefer to choose the present."

The melancholy in the tone made Thales think deeply.

Ricky shook his head.

"Tie it up, pack it and take it away." The leader of the Sword of Disaster replied to his previous calm and ruthlessness.

This makes Thales nervous!

Oops.

What to do?

Ricky swept the fast rope beside Thales, frowned, "As for the other person..."

Quick rope immediately sat upright, and pointed at Thales with a panic and innocent look: "No, no..."

"I swear, this was done by him giving money to buy me, I really have nothing to do with this person"

What? Thales raised his eyebrows.

I saw Ricky snorted slightly: "Very well, then kill him."

What? The fast rope's voice seemed to be pinched instantly, and with his unbelievable expression, it froze in place.

The two mercenaries behind the fast rope pulled out their swords and prepared to move forward.

Dean frowned.

"Really, there really isn't any..." Quick rope looked at this and then at that, abruptly biting the word "relationship" in his mouth, and repeating in shock and mechanically: "No, No, there is nothing..."

In the next second, the sluggish fast rope seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth bitterly, raised the volume, and shouted out the words that were still intermittent: "There is really no way to separate!"

In the strange eyes of everyone, Quick Rope shook off his arms, looking awe-inspiring.

"I, Wyaka Suo, must be with His Royal Highness Thales!" He stopped in front of Thales, and shouted firmly under the latter's stunned eyes.

The fast rope bravely raised his arm and pointed at the people around him, his voice was brave and fearless, and he regarded death as home:

"Swear in the name of my father Gilbert Caso, you guys don't want to take me apart from the prince!"

Dean looked at him in disbelief, as if he had met a newcomer in this team for the first time.

Tyles' face twitched.

"Caso?"

Russell's expression moved a bit, suspiciously:

"Are you the son of Cunning Fox?"

There was still a fast rope to panic, and I was excited when I heard this.

But he was still stern, ignoring the weird eyes of Thales and Dean, facing everyone's questions, and finished:

"Exactly!"

Quick Rope said with a righteous look: "Do you miss him, or do you still think about it? Northlanders who don't have a long memory?"

Thyls on the side can only hold his forehead tightly and sigh deeply.

Russell stared at the fast rope for a long time before he grinned.

"Very good."

"Then tie up this Master Caso," Exeter's former diplomatic envoy sneered:

"It will be useful."

Thyls noticed that the fast rope beside him secretly let out a big breath.

"Well done, dear Wya Casso, I can't help but applaud for you," Thales sarcastically said, "What's next?"

Marina and Sonny gestured, and a few mercenaries around immediately followed, Clay retracted his sword and stepped back, letting these people approach the Thales trio.

"Next?"

Quickrope raised his eyebrows: "We... Dean, do you have any secret weapons?"

"No matter what weapon I have," Dean held back his anger, watching the enemies around him get closer, and whispered sarcastically: "After being strangled once and putting his neck in a sack, all It's useless."

Quickline bends the corner of his mouth with a serious expression to show understanding.

Tyles sighed as he listened to their question and answer.

Then, all that is left is...

"Wait a minute."

Thyls raised his palm and stopped in front of the mercenaries.

"If I am really that important, Ricky," the Star Prince raised his head, took a step forward, and said loudly to Ricky: "Then you are going to hand me over to the Shield of Shadows, or King Chaman? "

Tyles glanced at the drill, then at Russell:

"For the sake of your next actions, maybe you should please the Shield of Deception right now, right?"

"Prevent them from stumbling you?"

Ricky frowned and looked at him.

Russell snorted, but the drill beside him smiled and shook his head, pressing the former's words.

"Your Majesty, don’t worry, we have an agreement." The brazier spread his hands far away, as if seeing through Thales’ sinister intentions: "You will come to our share first under our careful care. I have been a guest for a while, and after we clarify some misunderstandings, we will send you back to Exeter safely..."

Tyles' nerves slowly tightened.

But right now.

"No," Ricky raised his eyes, interrupted the brazier, and said coldly: "This prince, he will be guarded by us."

This sentence seemed to freeze the atmosphere of the audience.

Tyles exhaled.

He achieved his goal.

Baozi's eyes narrowed.

"What?"

Ricky didn't move his expression, and calmly faced Yanzi's rhetorical question, as if the other party did not speak.

Yangzi showed a confused smile: "I don't, I don't understand?"

Russell was also surprised.

"He is quite clear enough," the masked man behind Ricky said unceremoniously to them: "The prince must remain in our hands until the goal is completed."

The drill raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

"But this prince is our goal." He pointed to Thales, still smiling.

Ricky shook his head: "It's not ours."

Yaozi and Russell looked at each other, and their faces changed at the same time.

"The prince is the terms we negotiated, a mercenary." Russell maintained his self-cultivation, but even the fast rope could hear him trying to suppress his emotions: "If we get him, we will help you break in. Bone Prison."

Ricky exchanged glances with Kray and the masked man, and laughed together.

"But he is here now."

"Your goal is close at hand, but our task is still to be completed," Ricky said steadily, his eyes flashing solemnly: "How do I know that you and the people you arranged outside will keep your promises, Fulfill the agreement?"

He glanced at Yaozi and Russell:

"How do I know that you will not cross the river and demolish the bridge, turning your face ruthlessly, after going out, you will use us as bait to divert the enemy to escape and betrayed to the star people in the entire camp?"

Russell no longer cared about his image, he strode forward, glaring at Ricky.

"You shouldn't doubt Exter's promise." The Exterian said coldly.

But as if prepared for him, the masked man stepped forward at the right time and stopped in front of Russell.

The mercenaries became nervous again, they secretly moved their bodies, blocking the path of the two guests.

"On the basis of the character of the Prince of Killing?" The masked man replied hostilely: "Don't overestimate yourself, Exeter."

Russell looked around, his eyes cold: "Aha, I can smell the stink of the stars."

Ricky clapped his hands lightly to stop this little conflict.

"I don't doubt your promise, Baron Vinda," Ricky said lightly, but looked directly at the complex-faced drill: "But I don't believe him."

"Do not believe Teng's deputy, Teng's student."

"I don't even believe people who even Teng dared to betray."

Yongzi's expression was slightly stagnant.

"So this prince stays in our hands and is guarded by us until you complete the part of the cooperation."

"Until we get what we want."

Russell turned his head, frowned and glanced at the silent drill.

The drill took a breath and pulled the corner of his mouth apart.

"You know..."

"Tonight, I temporarily summoned so many people, ventured back to the camp, met you at any cost, and offered to cooperate, not for the sake of bad things or hurting both of you."

The brazier spreads out his hands, smiling but not without deep intentions: "I came here to prevent your plan from conflicting with our goals... resulting in two conflicts, two defeats. ."

Ricky sneered slightly.

"So?"

"So, dear Klasu," the brazier lowered his head, his tone slowly tightened, and his eyes gradually became cold: "When you hold our goal, but are greedy and do not let go, you are wasting me Today’s efforts have destroyed our bridge of cooperation."

"And bring our mutual goals conflict."

"You know, we still have a lot of resources that can help you, such as the defense of the Bone Prison?"

Ricky's smile slowly disappeared.

"Threat?" Clay on one side sneered and showed his sword hilt: "Very well, this is what you should be like, shadow."

The atmosphere in the field became tense again.

"Really? You guys?" Russell gritted his teeth, watching the situation slowly go wrong, and slapped his thigh unwillingly: "Oh, please!"

Tyles gritted his teeth and observed the situation, thinking about how to add another fire.

The alliance between the Shield of Deception and the Sword of Disaster is not so stable. As the drill said, they have their own desires and are afraid of each other, so they will temporarily shake hands and make peace.

In fact, the former calculates the use of the latter's power, while the latter is always on guard against the former's backlash.

Just tear down the basis of their cooperation...

Ricky shook his head.

"A bridge for cooperation?"

"On the contrary, drill, I am strengthening it," Ricky looked at him fixedly:

"Just waiting for your next brick."

"To ensure that our cooperation will not collapse because one side of the bridge is too heavy."

He patted the table.

The next second, the mercenaries around, including the mercenaries by the fence on the second floor, stood up together, staring at the drill with cold eyes.

The brazier frowned.

His hand reached into his robe and clenched a secret signal.

He knew that as long as it blew it, the assassin ambush of the Shield of Deception would invade from the weak spots around the tavern.

But...

Yaozi looked at the mercenaries standing all around, his face getting worse and worse.

Damn it.

The air is getting more and more depressed, and the two principals of the Shield of Deception and the Sword of Disaster have fought with each other's eyes how many times.

Finally, amidst the unspeakable tension, Brazier exhaled.

"You always like to keep the initiative in your hands, don't you?" He put on a friendly smile again and faced Ricky.

Ricky hummed softly and didn't answer.

Yanzi blinked, raising his hand seemingly helplessly.

"I see, dear Krasu, if so..."

He lowered his head, seeming to hesitate for a second.

In the next second, in the eyes of everyone who is worried or vigilant, or questioning or fearful, the drill raised his head and smiled.

"I can guarantee you."

Ricky narrowed his eyes: "Guarantee?"

Yazi nodded with a smile, and stretched his hand to his chest: "The person who guarantees me will not be bad for you after I have the honor to invite Prince Thales."

He took out a short knife!

Seeing the action of the drill, the mercenaries nervously held down the sword to prevent a surprise attack.

At that moment, Thales, who thought there was a chance for a turnaround, sank.

A bad feeling came to my mind.

But Ricky raised his hand lightly and restrained his nervous subordinates.

"What am I talking about," Kray said with a dark light in his hand, coldly: "Even if they are inside, they can hide their weapons."

I saw the brazier smile, and shook his backhand, with the blade inward, cutting a gap in the robe.

Thyls frowned slightly: Interlayer?

Perhaps to prevent misunderstandings, the drill used **** to very slowly draw out a neatly folded sheet of yellowish paper from the interlayer of the robe.

Under all eyes, he smiled, stepped forward slowly, put the knife back into his robe in one hand, and gently sent it out with the other hand, and handed the pinched paper to Ricky.

Ricky watched the movements of the drill dignifiedly, and took the paper from the drill with a few slow movements.

"What is this?" he frowned.

Yangzi smiled.

"An old letter."

"The letter to the sweetheart, confide in your heartfelt feelings, sincere and moving," there is a rare light in Yaozi's eyes: "Unfortunately, it will never reach the recipient's hands."

Almost everyone was stunned.

What?

Ricky pursed his lips and turned his attention to the letter paper.

"Be careful," the masked man said coldly, "They are also good at using poison."

Ricky nodded, and carefully grasped the corner of the letter paper~IndoMTL.com~ to shake open the letter.

From Thales’s point of view, it is a rather old piece of animal skin paper, obviously not a bargain.

As for the content of the letter, because the distance is too far, Thales enters the sense of hell, so that he can be seen from the side. It is neat and beautiful black squiggles, even if it is only from the general chapter, it is vague It can be seen that the owner is attentive and serious when writing.

Letter?

Thyls became puzzled.

Ricky glanced roughly, then raised his head and frowned: "Why?"

Yangzi seemed to have expected the other party's reaction, with the same smile, and bowing patiently:

"Look at the signature."

Ricky took a deep look at Yaozi, obviously not satisfied with the other party's mystery.

But he still aimed at the letter:

"hn......."

Ricky's face changed.

He raised his head and waited for the answer.

Following the other party's question, Brazier smiled with contentment and mysteriousness.

"That's right."

"hn Canxing." He repeated letter by letter, in a vague tone, as if calling a long-lasting memory.

Yangzi took a deep breath and said softly:

"That's the writer of this letter."

"Heymanite star."

"The former fourth prince of the Star Kingdom."

At that moment, only two people reacted: Thales took a sharp breath, and the masked man's eyes widened.

But after a few seconds, many people changed their faces.

I just listened to Yanzi's quietly and authentically: "The night eighteen years ago, I got this unsent last letter from him."

The assassin of the Shield of Deception squinted his eyes, as if savoring a long-lasting delicacy:

"Just when I took the Prince Hyman from the tallest tower in the Yaga camp..."

"Before pushing down."