Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 139: People forgotten by history

In the dark hall, Semir listened to Barney in a daze. His eyes swept across every bone in the prison, but there was nothing but emptiness and confusion in his eyes, like a prodigal who had been away for many years and returned to him. There is no home for a long time.

"Seven..." he murmured.

For some reason, Thales felt empty and uncomfortable listening to their conversation.

In the crowd, Yaozi gave a light cough, walked quickly to Ricky, and pointed his finger:

"Above, my people can't control for too long, but also to prevent possible accidents..."

Ricky ignored him, but Yaozi attracted the attention of the prisoners.

"Semuel, who are those who came with you?"

Little Barney got close to the fence, put away his sad expression, squinted at the swords of disaster in the distance, and said with caution:

"It doesn't look like an official person, there is no nobleman who looks like a steward, and no one is like a soldier in the blade tooth camp, but like... a mercenary?"

Ricky frowned, stretched out his hand and waved away the drill, beckoning him to stay calm.

Beletti in another cell is also alert: "It's not like the person who escorted you down and arrested the fugitive."

Belleti remembered something, her face was hardened:

"How did you get down, Samuel."

Semuel frowned slightly, hesitating to answer.

In the other cell, Cannon, who had been holding his head and cowering, looked at so many people outside the cell, and suddenly trembled, groaning painfully against the wall.

"They are helpers," Semir finally said, calmly facing the scrutiny eyes of his former colleagues:

"When I was desperate back then, the only person willing to lend a helping hand."

Semir glanced at the Swords of Disaster, his expression indifferent.

"Like us, they are also a group of poor people who have their own needs and needs."

Clay snorted and patted Josh next to him.

"It is also a group of people who do not want to be forgotten ruthlessly by ruthless history."

Ricky remained motionless.

"Fate has brought us together," Semir turned his head and stared at the jailed Barney, his words were slightly profound:

"We were able to resist it."

But apparently, perhaps because of too much torture, his former companions did not respond positively to him.

I saw Barney put his chin on his side, tilted his eyes, and looked at Semir with a rather unkind attitude:

"Why are you here, Semir?"

"In what capacity did you come back and how did you get in the prison of bones?"

"The exiled criminal? The prisoner? The rescuer?"

Little Barney was talking, but his eyes turned to the people behind Semir, and he began to look at the uninvited group of guests.

"I don't see light often, and my eyesight has deteriorated a lot, but I can at least see... a group of evil spirits with various weapons do not look like they came with invitations."

"As for the few who didn't have weapons...they were kidnapped, right?"

Taking advantage of Semir’s moment of silence, Barney Jr. spoke lightly, his tone becoming more and more suspicious:

"And, who is that boy? Why do you put so many people around him, and whether it is the hood or the person next to the dress, subconsciously go to see him?"

Little Barney suddenly pressed his chin, looked at Thales indifferently, making the prince tight.

The brazier and Russell mentioned by him were slightly taken aback, and under Ricky's gaze, they had to move their men away from Thales.

But when Thales thought of something, his shoulders suddenly became heavy and his legs felt cold.

"Dare to say something extra, kid," Marina pressed his back shoulder, her blade rubbed against Thales's pants, coldly said:

"Nothing under you."

Thyls only felt that a chill was invading the upper spinal cord, and he did not dare to speak again.

"No, it doesn't look like a protection." On the other side, Belletti in the cell also looked at Thales, his brows frowning deeper and deeper:

"I can see that the young man, he is also the kidnapped person."

Ricky's face was solemn: This group of defeated soldiers of the Royal Guard surpassed his expectations. They clearly struggled in captivity for so many years, but at the moment of seeing the light again, they saw the key to the situation at a glance.

Semir's face is a bit ugly, he withdrew his gaze from Thales:

"Barney, Belletti, is worthy of being a pioneer and a penal officer, and his observational power is still amazing."

Barney snorted coldly and stared at Thales:

"What is he..."

"Right!"

At this moment, Brazing suddenly interrupted and interrupted their conversation.

"Dear Crassou, your plan is to help this former royal guard renew the past?"

Ricky's brows moved slightly.

Yaozi and his two subordinates came forward with smiles on their faces, blocking the conversation of the former royal guards about Thales, and slowly approaching the prince.

"For many reasons, I don't think it's a good idea for your men to dig their hearts out with these gentlemen," Yaozi blinked at Ricky. "Maybe I can **** our sensitive goods back... …"

Tyles looked at the hand extended by the brazier, alert in his heart.

Until a hollow long sword, stopped in front of the drill like lightning.

"Touch him, Brazier," Clay grabbed the dark lightsaber and stopped the brazier from letting them get close to Thales in a bad tone:

"Don't want your hand."

The brazier's smile froze.

Russell coughed awkwardly and had to come out to make a round.

"Everyone, I think Yaozi’s suggestion is: it’s time for us to speed up the progress," the man from the North land silently pushed the Yaozi back and signaled the two assassins around Yaozi to put them away. I don’t know when to draw out the weapon, and solemnly reminded:

"Accidents can happen at any time, don't forget our situation."

Ricky turned his gaze away from them and snorted.

"Of course."

"Semir," the leader of the Sword of Disaster spoke softly:

"Focus on the task."

Semir nodded.

"As for you," Ricky looked at Yaozi, dissatisfied: "We need time."

Yangzi raised his brow lightly, as if thinking about something.

But he finally smiled and stepped back slowly: "Very well, of course."

"Then I'll wait for you outside. Anyway, I am also very concerned about the situation above. I need to confirm it."

Yazi raised his hands and backed up two steps, and then he walked out of the hall with his men in the sword of catastrophe staring at him.

Russell gave Ricky an apologetic smile:

"They are sometimes impatient."

The mercenaries who had surrounded the shield of deception unknowingly released the hilt in their hands and put away their murderous eyes.

On the other side of the hall, the prisoners and Semir watched the little conflict in silence.

Semir took a breath and seemed to adjust his emotions.

"Little Barney, I am glad to meet..."

But Barney Jr. rolled his eyes.

"Who is that?"

The prisoner in the cell looked at the back of Yaozi from a distance: "The man in the hood? He doesn't feel good to me."

"And the dress," Nye stared at Russell in another cell, gritted his teeth:

"The **** Northland accent is definitely not from the winter castle, but farther north: from Exeter."

Russelton froze.

Looking at the two skeptical colleagues, Semir sighed:

"It doesn't matter..."

But a panic shout suddenly broke the depressed atmosphere!

"No!"

Everyone's nerves tightened. The first reaction was to hold the weapon, and then they came back to their senses: it was the prisoner yelling.

"No, no, no! Barney!"

Barney frowned and turned his head.

In another cell, Cannon, who had previously reminded the prisoners to open the iron curtain, still hugged his head and shrank on the ground, but could not stop shaking, convulsing and shouting in pain:

"Barney, I can, I can hear it, just like I see it in my dream every day..."

His roommate, the previously lazy Naki walked forward with great experience, took Cannon’s shoulders, and whispered comfortingly:

"It's okay, Cannon, it's all over, it's gone, everything is fine, everything will be fine, those terrible pasts don't exist, we are fine, that's it..." Naki said. She was in a daze, looking at the ground blankly.

But Cannon still struggled desperately, his eyes closed tightly, and he shouted frantically:

"Their steps, pressing the soles of their forefoot, stand on tiptoes, like cats...the steps, those sounds, those who only haunt in the dark...like, just like those...people! People!"

Semuel looked at Cannon's seizure with a sad expression, while Barney frowned.

"They are here, Barney, they are here!" Cannon yelled in pain, his dirty hair flicking around:

"They are coming to kill them!"

"Like they used to..."

Cannon's painful cry lasted for nearly a minute, until Naki started to hum a little song softly as before comforting Nai, and Cannon finally calmed down.

Semir exhaled in silence, looking at Cannon, whose eyes were wide open and his chest was undulating, regretting:

"When did he become like this?"

Barney also shook his head ironically, but his eyes were full of doubts:

"I don't know."

Semir was silent for a while.

"Listen, Barney, you shouldn't be here," Semir gritted his teeth, his eyes firm:

"You are all respectable warriors, strong fighters, fearless braves, sharp knives, you should not be silent here and end in depression..."

Little Barney slowly raised his eyes, causing Semiton, who was a little excited, to lag.

"Follow me, join us, I can give you freedom, maybe there is enough strength," but Semir persisted in speaking out his proposal, and hoped to look at others:

"To make up for past mistakes."

"Even change this **** world."

Semir’s tone contains strength:

"How is it?"

As soon as this was said, the prisoners were silent for a moment.

Little Barney looked at Semir indifferently, Tardin and Brie frowned, Naki was still comforting the trembling Cannon, Belletti and Nye had no reaction.

"Freedom, freedom?"

Taldin shook his head to make him look like a clown in a circus. He raised his hands dramatically, waved in the air, the corners of his mouth curved exaggeratedly, and laughed: "Big guy, he said, he wants to give us freedom!"

"Hahahahaha..."

He laughed exaggeratedly, even a little fake.

Semir looked at his former colleagues for unknown reasons.

"What's wrong?"

No one answered him, only Barney shook his head and exhaled slightly.

"You know, Semir."

"Back then, each of us insisted that we were innocent," Barney lowered his head and said in a cautious tone: "We refused to plead guilty, so we were sent here."

Semir's breathing changed slightly.

"Unfair treatment and judgment," he nodded, showing an unwilling look: "This is the day they imposed on us..."

But Barney jerked his head up!

"No, listen to me, Semir!"

"We are at fault, we are dereliction of duty, your majesty and the crown prince, they died under our care... but we have no collaborators, we are not traitors, the royal guard has not betrayed the king... I always think that at this point , We are innocent."

Little Barney was against the fence, almost touching the dangerous magical creation.

But he still stared at him, looking nervously at Semir outside the cell: "Everyone, including me, firmly believes this, so we gritted our teeth and won't let go no matter how tortured. "

"So we are brazen, carrying accusations and slanders, but we still walk into the prison with our backs upright, just like a tough guy."

"Because we didn't do it, we didn't do it. Innocence means innocence."

Semir looked back at him in a daze, puzzled.

Until Barney's next sentence.

"Until you, Semir," Barney's face suddenly distorted, he stood up suddenly, gritted his teeth bitterly: "Until you escaped the **** team and disappeared from our'firm belief'."

Semir raised and raised his brows and clenched his fists:

"Barney..."

Suddenly Barney jumped forward and grabbed the fence with both hands!

Everyone including Semir was taken aback, and Semir even stepped back subconsciously.

"Barney, you..."

"Tell me, Semir," I saw Barney clinging to the fence, his fingers trembling, as if he was enduring great pain, but he still stared at Semir angrily: "Back then, Why are you running away?"

"Leave all your colleagues, all brothers?"

Slap!

With a flash of light from the fence, Barney screamed in pain and sat back on the ground.

But he ignored him, just raised his smoking hands and stared at Semir coldly: "Why use cowardly actions to deepen our guilt?"

"Sit down our crimes?"

Semuel looked at Barney's behavior in disbelief, and turned to look at the other prisoners, only to find that they all looked at him with a strange expression.

Take the real charge...

Semuel looked at the countless bones and closed his eyes in pain.

"I..."

He hesitated for a while, then hesitated to speak, and said in hesitation and hesitation: "I'm sorry."

"You know, Barney, you know."

Semir lowered his head trembling.

"Eighteen years ago...I was able to bear all the costs for that tragedy, whether demotion, punishment, torture, exile, or even death."

"But this?"

Semir opened his eyes sharply, raised his torch, and illuminated the surroundings.

Bone, cell, dust.

"Smelly, rot, forget in the bottomless dungeon, and then stay silent forever without splashing water?"

"Let our shame and stigma be buried deep underground forever, never to be remedied?"

Semir's expression became more and more distorted, it seemed that the drowning man who was struggling in the water, for a long time, bit out the next word from the convulsive teeth:

"No."

"I refuse."

He categorically stared at Barney, his eyes filled with pain and resentment.

"Like what you said, we didn't do it or we didn't do it. We should not be burdened with such torture. This is the reason."

Unexpectedly, Barney smiled.

Laugh happily.

"Really, you just said "I refuse", and you simply ran away, but you are still running back to the prison."

"So your pride as the royal guard, dignity, honor," Barney raised his hand, shook his shoulder, and said sarcastically:

"Have you ever poured your blood into the ancient guard's oath?"

Semir was silent again for a moment.

It took a long time before he spoke slowly.

"I was not a royal guard a long time ago." This time, Semir's voice was low and sad, as if to tell a shame:

"On that day, our dignity and honor were trampled by the new kings and nobles above all to be worthless."

Semir squeezed his fist, his arm muscles tensed.

"Kaiser, he was just a **** before ascending to the throne. He couldn’t just push the entire royal guard into the abyss with a hasty trial. He couldn’t just rely on the so-called'collaboration with the enemy'. Everyone who is loyal and loyal has become a traitor, and he has no right to deprive us of the right to wash the grievances with our own hands."

Thyls felt gloomy when he heard the familiar name.

Semir is short of breath:

"He didn't."

Semir raised his head and looked at the blank, yellow-faced and thin-faced colleagues in front of them, showing no anger:

"He is even less qualified to turn us...to make you...the way you are now."

The Swords of Disaster looked at each other, and Clay was about to interrupt, but Ricky stopped him again.

The silence in the cell lasted for a long time.

Until Barney chuckles.

"This way?"

Little Barney stood up, took a few steps back with a sorrowful smile, spread his hands, as if showing his home.

"Hahaha, you know a fart."

With a chilling smile, he slowly said: "Fart."

Semir was taken aback: "What?"

I saw little Barney snorted:

"You don't even know what life we ​​are here."

Little Barney stepped forward and said with hatred: "You have never endured the boundless silence and darkness, you have never heard everyone's desperate wailing and crying, and you have never seen your companions die one by one in a dark cell , I have never eaten the rancid cockroaches that burrow out the dead bodies, and I have never tasted the water with the smell of dung."

Every time he said a word, the prisoners had a different reaction, or gritted their teeth, or clenched fists, or twitched, or beat the wall in pain.

Barney Jr. stared at Semir angrily, pointing to the neatly piled corpses in several cells: "You have never tried to be a vanguard officer, as a member of the highest-ranking guard in the cell, stand here. Leaning on the fence, one after another mourned the dead colleagues."

Barney almost broke his teeth:

"Thirty-seven times."

The prisoners looked at Semir with unwavering, dead eyes.

Make him pale.

"At the end, when I sent away the last few people, I had nothing to say," Barney turned sideways, exposing several "tombs" with bones in front of Semir:

"Not only because of the poor words, but also because I am numb. Their old voices and smiles under the sun gradually fade and fade away. What remains in my mind is their dying weeping and loss. Crying."

"I cannot see the next person, sinking in this boundless hell."

Barney Jr. stood there blankly.

Tyles lowered his head and sighed silently.

"And you," Barney looked up blankly, the trance in his eyes slowly turning into hatred:

"You? You run away halfway, make us even more indefensible coward."

"What qualifications do you have, as a savior, to come here to'save' us?"

Semuel looked like he had been hit hard, and he took a step back in a daze.

He was breathing heavily.

"Barney, I can only say, I'm very sorry."

"And I can make up now..."

But Barney suddenly roared: "No!"

"No, Semir," looking at the stunned Semir, Barney lowered his throat and shook his head slowly:

"For more than ten years, I thought for a long, long time, and finally figured out something, but just now, you reminded me of something."

He spoke and walked to the wall blankly.

"Eighteen years ago, that trial might be unfair to some people, but it was not without reason..."

Semir frowned slightly:

"What do you mean, Barney?"

Little Barney snorted with a smile~IndoMTL.com~ His face was full of uninteresting indifference.

"Cannon may be crazy, become sensitive, suspicious, crazy, manic, and make us sleep well all day long, so fucking."

Little Barney pointed at Cannon and Nakey’s cell.

"But it's not to blame him. For eighteen years, he can dream of that day almost every time he dreams...The assassins tore off their disguise and jumped out of the crowd, the killers invaded the palace, revealing their fierce blades, and We are fighting together..."

Little Barney said lightly: "Like a shadow."

"Shadow."

Following his words, Cannon shrank again, Nye scratched his hair in pain, and Brie made an unrestrained "whoop" sound, and was stopped by Tardin, only Naki and Belle The two of Di were silent, listening quietly.

"Barney, you..."

Little Barney shook his head slightly, interrupting the puzzled Semir.

"In the boundless darkness, Cannon dreamed for a full eighteen years," Barney leaned against the wall and sighed innocently: "He is a scout rider, with his ears and eyes, he has lived for eighteen years. In the dark, vision may be degraded, and the spirit is so sensitive that it will explode at the touch of a touch, but the hearing is not necessarily."

Said Barney suddenly turned his head, his eyes shone sharply: "And I believe that he can recognize the steps of those murderers in his dreams."

Cannon hid in his palm, making a cry like a cry.

Semir seemed to have figured out something, he looked at Barney blankly.

"Now, tell me, Samuel," Barney Jr. supported the wall and stood up straight again:

"Why would you talk to that hooded guy..."

He raised his head coldly, walked to the front, and when he was only a fence away from Semir, he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at the swords of disaster in the distance.

"...mixed with a despicable assassin in the Shield of Deception?"