Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 196: Project Z


"What did you say?"

Miranda, who had just taken a rest, leaned on her sword, knelt down on one knee, and asked Conmuto, who came to deliver the order, in disbelief:

"Retreat? Now?"

She struggled to adjust her breath and looked around: the royal guards signaled or whispered their orders, and many showed equal surprise on their faces, but most people's expressions were fleeting,? retreat in an orderly manner.

"What about the enemy?"

Miranda looked at the center of the field: At the command of Toledo, the four players who besieged Lausanne retreated at the same time.

Lausanne II took a breather, but Toledo gave another order, and I saw (because I was ordered to stand by for too long) an angry Nate Nehi leaped into the arena with a roar, sword out Like a rainbow!

"Clang!"

Lausanne parried the sword dangerously and dangerously, but Neshi's second sword followed, without stopping!

"Interesting, young man," Lausanne's eyes lit up, but he did not move slowly, "You are stronger than that girl in the Tianma Movement."

But when his voice fell, Nexi's expression changed greatly, and he was extremely ashamed and angry. He roared, and the attack was even more urgent!

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Although there was only one person, Nexi's sword flashed rapidly, and the momentum was amazing. The sword light shrouded the opponent's body from all angles, no less than the previous four-person siege. For a time, he suppressed Lausanne II to the point of being unable to attack. , unable to move.

Miranda frowned.

Strange.

This stunned young man, when she played against her before, was not that strong in two-on-one.

"Ouch, the mad dog is out of the cage...cough, sorry, ma'am, I mean," Conmuto on the sidelines quickly changed his tune,? He returned to the conversation with Miranda, his face embarrassed, "This is the prince's Command: put a long line and catch a big fish.”

"Is this fish not big enough?"

Miranda is incomprehensible: "This guy's strength is close to the limit, and we are only a little short..."

"He is in the extreme realm, even stronger." A familiar voice came from behind them, unhurried and confident.

The two turned their heads, with Mallos standing behind them, engrossed in the one-on-one showdown on the field.

Conmutuo immediately said hello, and the watchman nodded to him, indicating that he should continue to send orders.

"Stronger?"

Miranda stood up and swung her sword: "But he—"

At this moment, Mallos moved his arm and snatched Yingxiang from the female swordsman's hand!

Miranda turned around in surprise: "You—"

Damn, she was just unprepared for a while before he was...

"Shhh!"

In the field, Nexi seized the opportunity and attacked with a savage and savage killing move, but was avoided by Lausanne II at the last minute.

Marios frowned imperceptibly, he flicked the long sword in his hand and stabbed it into the ground.

"In order to be flexible and changeable in posture, in the mainstream swordsmanship of the Tianma line, one-handed swords are more than two-handed," Mallos looked at Miranda, "but the two have been holding swords with both hands for more than five minutes. ."

"What does this have to do with us-"

But the next second, the Watchman grabbed Miranda's right wrist!

Miranda was shocked and angry: "What are you doing—"

"Because I can't hold on with one hand." Mallos said lightly.

Miranda was stunned.

Malos didn't move, and gently pulled away the female swordsman's black gloves:

I saw that the female swordsman's right hand, which was full of thick calluses and even a little deformed, was shaking uncontrollably at this moment.

And her fingers were severely congested, red and swollen, there were even bloodstains on the joints such as the tiger's mouth, and there was even a scratch on the back of her hand, which was oozing blood continuously.

Miranda's breathing quickened, her eyes focused.

Looking at the injury that far exceeded the estimate, Mallos frowned:

"I know his sword is not easy to catch, and I know you are strong-willed, but don't you feel pain?"

Miranda's face changed, and she pulled her palm back!

"It's just a minor injury."

She gritted her teeth and put on her black gloves with a face full of resentment, but her fingers couldn't stop trembling: "The key now is that we have the upper hand. Retreat..."

"No offense," Mallos interrupted her, speaking coldly, "but everyone around the prince, up and down Star Lake Castle, must obey my orders."

Miranda had a life.

Marios narrowed his eyes: "Of course, according to tradition, except for the prince's mistress."

Miranda's jaw clenched.

Marios' expression remained unchanged, staring at her indifferently.

"Yes, Lord Mallos," after a few seconds, the female swordsman took a deep breath, regained her composure, stepped back and bowed, "As ordered, sir."

That's right, she knows that although the prince himself has a gentle temperament and is willing to speak, but joining the Star Lake Guard halfway through has made many people uncomfortable.

Some things are so ingrained that they can't be solved with just a few words or a single command above.

It's like I just arrived at Broken Dragon Fortress - those big-headed soldiers, they not only respect Sonia Chief, but also support her and regard her as one of their own, they will bloom with the fortress flowers that can make everyone Laughing dirty jokes together.

But they would never joke with themselves like that, and even if they did, it would be behind the scenes, and it would still make her feel uncomfortable.

But...

Miranda looked around at the Star Lake Guards who retreated one after another, slowly disappearing from sight.

But Paul also joined halfway, including Wyah and Dumb, but they were able to integrate well.

Why?

Miranda took a deep breath and turned away.

Well, she was much luckier than Ashe.

Right now.

"I have a plan."

Marios' voice rang out, explaining:

"The code name is Z, I can kill this guy at the least cost.",

Project Z?

Miranda frowned and looked back:

"Really? How?"

While speaking, Nexi's offensive ushered in the second wave of climax. I saw that his attacking sword was faster than a sword, and the moves were linked to each other, and step by step, Lausanne II was forced to be unstoppable.

But Mallos frowned.

"Go and join the others, Hugo, I mean the Forbes flag officer will explain it to you."

Miranda wanted to ask again, but she held back at the last moment, biting her lower lip:

"I see."

In the next second, the situation on the field suddenly changed. One second before Nexi attacked the sure-kill sword, Lausanne sent a sword from the most impossible angle, hitting the former's wrist!

Nexi groaned in pain, and everyone's nerves tightened.

However, the herald Toledo entered the battle from one side at the right time, and with his mediocre three strikes, he was able to parry Lausanne's counterattack, giving the prized Nexi a chance to be replaced and withdraw from the battle.

Faster than expected.

Marios pondered.

"Do me a favor, ma'am, and persuade the young master of the Bozdorfs, I can see that he also disagrees with the order," Mallos snorted softly. Young masters and young ladies who are reluctant to be disciplined can be a headache."

"I'm not -- I get it," Miranda was upset at first, but then took control, "yes, I'll make sure Paul obeys."

Or obey her sword.

Mallows watched her reaction with a subtle look.

Miranda wanted to get her own weapon, but Mallos reached out before her and pulled out the eagle.

"Ancient Imperial Sword?"

"Reforged, the predecessor is destroyed, and it lacks many alleged magical powers," Miranda shook her head, "not as good as His Royal Highness's Falkenhauser family's 'Warning', or other family's ..."

Malos shook his head in denial:

"Wrong, it's definitely better than the prince's, much better."

Miranda is startled.

I saw Mallos move his wrist, and the hilt of the sword came forward:

"Because he never used it."

Miranda pauses.

Seconds later, she nodded and took Yingxiang with trembling hands.

"Remember how you feel today." Mallos said with a deep meaning.

"What?"

Marios snorted lightly and looked at the two dueling in the field:

"It's not often that there are such opportunities. There are more than a dozen super-level masters to ensure your absolute safety, and an extreme master who specializes in swordsmanship and does not leave hands will give you free sparring training, so that you can live and die in life and death. Let go of hands and feet in between, and hone yourself to perform exceptionally well.”

Free sparring, super performance?

"It's not just me," Miranda felt uncomfortable, looking around at her colleagues, "they too,"

"No, they can't, most of them can't, just because of being beaten," Mallos shook his head and turned to leave, "Like when His Royal Highness the Prince was in the ancient empire literature class, Doyle also stood at the door and listened, but He just croaks in his ears, it's useless, at best it helps sleep.

Malos turned around and left her a profile:

"You can only benefit from it if you have reached the level."

Miranda looked thoughtfully at her trembling hands.

A few minutes later, Toledo's sword light was unstable for a while, connecting with the three swords of Lausanne II, and retreating a few steps!

"Very good defense," Lausanne sneered, sending the long sword forward, "but not enough."

The next moment, Toledo let out a roar, rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and retreated.

But Lausanne II didn't pursue him. He turned around and found Mallos holding the hilt of his sword and standing behind him.

And the surrounding guards have disappeared without knowing it, leaving scattered figures, also disappearing in the distance one after another.

Lausanne II frowned.

Strange.

Why did they give up so quickly?

With more and less, shouldn't they be very confident, feel that they have a chance, want to survive a protracted battle, and then...

"Why?"

Lausanne II is hoarse:

"You obviously caught me."

Marriott smiled and glanced around to confirm the orderly evacuation of the guards:

"You mean, you caught us?"

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

Bang!

Another firework exploded in the air, illuminating the two confronting each other clearly.

"You stayed alone," Lausanne II faced Majoros, his eyes locked on the opponent's sword, "Why?"

"That way you don't have to go after everyone else."

Lausanne's eyes changed.

Malos then asked back:

"Why Lausanne? A scumbag with a nickname, there are so many powerful and famous folk robbers, why is this notorious and despised villain robber? Just to scare people?"

Lausanne II was silent for a moment.

"Like a name, people can't choose their own nickname." His face was hidden under the mask, only a pair of eyes gleamed, "It's like fate."

Marios frowned:

"Well, a bit esoteric."

Lausanne II snorted coldly and was about to use his sword, but Mallos hurriedly raised his hand to block in front of him, signaling the opponent to wait.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit it: I have to say, you're superb in swordsmanship alone, and you can rank in the top two among the fighters I've ever seen."

Maros' eyes moved:

"It's not even inferior to Master Shao Yu of the End Tower."

Lausanne II did not speak.

"As for your fitness..."

Marios pondered for a moment.

"You were under siege and fought fiercely for a long time, but you didn't breathe, your movements were not deformed, your shots were steady, your center of gravity was perfectly balanced, and your steps were not chaotic at all," the watchman said more and more solemnly. The strength of the attack can be maintained at a very high level without attenuation.”

The way Lausanne II looked at him slowly changed.

"And your injury, although I don't know how much you were injured before we arrived, but you shouldn't feel the pain, right?"

Marios sighed:

"Anyway, I've only seen such an abundance of physical strength and such a terrifying quality in Kingdom Rage."

It doesn't match the previous information at all.

Thinking of this, Mallos' words changed:

"Does all of this have anything to do with the abnormal arrival just now? You used some... inhuman power?"

Lausanne II was silent for a moment.

"The knowledge and eyesight are good," he said faintly, "I don't know, what is your strength?"

Marios smiled and shook his head:

"Well, my forte isn't fighting—"

The next second, with an explosion, another fireworks exploded in the sky, and Lausanne's blade stabbed in front of Mallos instantly!

Damn!

Marios gritted his teeth and drew his sword, ready for this sudden blow!

Looks like you have to fight if you don't.

Lausanne II's sword trembled in the air, and as the light and shadow of the fireworks flickered, it struck again. Mallos had to swing his sword vigorously, blocking two attacks in a row!

"You just said, you are the watchman?"

Lausanne strolled in the courtyard, but stepped forward, the long sword in his hand was fast and slow, and the offensive swayed freely, which matched his pace.

"Clang!"

On the contrary, Mallos tried his best to block but seemed to be stunned and kept retreating:

"Yes?"

"Outrageous."

Lausanne snorted coldly:

"I have the impression that the last watchman of the Royal Guard was outrageously strong - Joaquin praised him repeatedly, and even someone as arrogant as Bruno was willing to be defeated."

Lausanne II's sword attacked in a different direction:

"How can it be spread to you, so ridiculously weak, worse than your subordinates?"

Marios defended with difficulty and fell into a passive position; "Watchman, the most important thing is not martial arts..."

But before he finished speaking, the long sword of Lausanne II moved like thunder, falling from the sky!

Oops!

"Shhh!"

Amid the whistling of the wind, Mallos took three steps back, dodging the fatal blow in a panic!

The field returned to silence until Lausanne coldly drew the long sword from the foothold of Mallos just now.

"It turns out that your skills are not very good," the black-clothed killer said slightly, "but your intuitive judgment, including your evasion skills, are very good, very suitable for being a commander."

The next second, Lausanne's words changed, and the sword wind whistled!

"Sit in the rear, protect yourself, and let others die!"

Malos saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he had to face it head-on!

"Clang!"

With a sharp sound, the watchman knelt down on one knee, with his long sword on his head, stubbornly resisting Lausanne's vertical slash.

Lausanne took the upper position, his broken blade overwhelmed Mallos' weapon, which combined with the weight made Mallos tremble and unable to move.

"You know, let others die," Mallos insisted, and said with difficulty, "it's much harder than dying yourself."

"That's right," Lausanne sneered sarcastically, "Those who want others to die will think so."

During the wrestling, the two swords deformed slightly and groaned.

Marios gritted his teeth, watching the sword edge slowly approaching and straightening, but suddenly smiled.

"You're right, my former watchman is a martial artist and is invincible."

He panted hard:

"However, no matter how powerful the martial arts are, they can't save him."

I saw Mallos look sharp:

"Or you."

The next second, the enduring force that had been accumulating in his body suddenly collapsed.

I saw Mallos let go of the hilt of his sword and turn around, dodging Lausanne's condescending deadly slash!

"Shit!"

With a muffled sound, Lausanne's blade slashed into the ground.

But the black-clothed killer's eyes narrowed: Mallos flashed to the side, his hands flashing silver, wiping towards Lausanne II's throat.

Lord Lausanne II's heart sank, and he tilted his head to avoid Mallos' shining silver hands!

Shhh!

With a muffled sound, Mallos wiped his hands with a trace of blood.

Lausanne II grunted and stepped back very quickly.

But Marius chased after him, followed him like a shadow, and walked away close to Lausanne, even if he was not allowed to distance himself, the two were too close to avoid it!

Shhh! Swish! Swish!

After three consecutive muffled sounds of clothing and even flesh and blood tearing, Lausanne II roared angrily, shook his long arms, and the two figures finally separated!

Maros was "ripped" from his body like a sticker, and fell to the ground with a thud.

At the end of this round, the field has returned to silence.

"Close throwing skills on the grassland," Mallos coughed in pain and stood up from the ground, "It seems that you are good at not just swordsmanship."

Opposite him, Lausanne II described the embarrassment - he handed the sword to his left hand, raised his blood-stained right hand, and looked at the countless wounds from the shoulder to the forearm in disbelief, one of which almost spread to the chest key.

The killer in black lowered his arm and looked at Mallos:

The watchman holds two strange daggers in his hands, one with a strange curvature and a hooked blade, and the other with smooth lines but serrated blades.

At this moment, the two ominous daggers were dripping with blood.

"It turns out that your nonsense just now, including your poor swordsmanship, are just decorations to hide people's ears. What you are really good at is this pair of short soldiers," Lausanne II woke up. "The prince's daggers, including his Flying knife tricks, you taught them all?"

Marios sighed, feeling the weakness in his body.

Unfortunately.

Obviously it's very close.

"I don't have the qualifications and honor," the watchman flipped his palms, and the two daggers swung in the air, shaking off the blood, and miraculously disappearing, "As a bright star, he still plays less tricks and rules. It's good to learn the Emperor's style of swordsmanship properly."

Lausanne II was silent for a while, he stared at Mallos' hands, his eyes moved slightly.

“These two daggers...a hook and a slash, a positive and a negative, a double-edged sword, and the blood gleams,” Lausanne II hummed a proverb, his tone changed, “You are Mallos family?"

Marios frowned.

"Old Joaquin has an old acquaintance."

Lausanne snorted softly and answered the question in his mind:

"In the imperial era, many knights carried daggers as secondary weapons, but only the Mariodios family, hereditary royal torturers - or, as far as today's Marios family is known - used daggers in close combat. As a major in skill, it is better than swordsmanship and archery, and it can be called a heresy of imperial martial arts."

Mallows' expression changed.

Sure enough, this black-clothed killer is well-informed and a martial artist.

Lausanne said:

"But I heard from Turnbull that this family was linked to the rebels and was caught in the **** year - what, are you missing the net?"

For a moment, Mallos didn't move.

Lausanne II didn't rush him either, he didn't even care about the horrific wound on his hand, but stared intently at Mallos.

"I lied."

After a while, Mallos spoke softly.

"I haven't found out much about your details," the watchman slowly raised his head, his emotions indistinguishable. "It's not as good as the watchman's records."

Lausanne II's gaze changed slightly.

"That's right, Master Joaquin took in nine squires -- but on the eighth, he took in two squires at once, including Joao Arcnet," Mallos said with a flat, muddled expression. I don't care, "but another servant from humble background, for some reason, the name and deeds have long been taboo."

Lausanne II clenched his sword, his blood running down the hilt and down the blade.

"Joe Boyer."

Marios said softly:

"Or should I say, Servant Boyer?"

Clap!

Another firework explodes.

Joe Boyer.

Lausanne II froze in place.

That name, long forgotten.

"My name is, Lausanne," he said subconsciously.

Mallows smiled.

"More than 30 years ago, at the 'Election Conference' of the Emerald Celebration, you sneaked through the armor of Aknet's squire and made it to the finals. , swept all the powers all the way, and finally won the first Prince Horace."

Select will.

The Sword of Light.

Lausanne II shuddered slightly.

"Although it's an impostor, but your first appearance has been outstanding, and you are Master Joaquin, you should have become famous at a young age," Mallos continued, his voice calm, "However, not long after, you He made a huge mistake, causing the king's eldest son, Midir, to fall from a horse and be seriously injured."

The eldest son of the king.

Lausanne II was in a trance for a moment.

But after just a few seconds, he sneered lightly.

"Falling from a horse, seriously injured?"

The face of the killer in black is hidden behind the mask:

"What else do you know?"

Marios narrows his eyes.

"Wang's eldest son was in a deep coma and was bedridden and was dying," the watchman said in a darkened tone, "while Queen Natalie, who was pregnant, loved her son very much, and unfortunately was born prematurely in fear and died of injury."

"The late king lost his wife and children, and he was full of grief and anger," Mallos observed Lausanne's reaction, "So a bunch of people were severely punished, and you, you were destroyed, your name was branded, and everything was deprived of you. Honor, imprisoned in the prison of bones, and even the name of the runner-up left in the election will be erased, no one dares to mention it for many years."

Destroy the sword, take the armor, brand the hand, remove the name...

Lausanne slowly lowered his head and looked at his sword-wielding hand.

Marios sighed.

"It wasn't until the Holy Tree Kingdom sent the elixir that the eldest son of Wang woke up and recovered, and offered forgiveness to those involved in the past one by one - even though he was ill for many years and could not see his mother for the last time, It is frail and sickly, unable to move an inch.”

Lausanne II sneered.

"Benevolence, forgiveness, ha, Midir, how noble." He gritted his teeth, his words filled with hatred.

Marios took a deep breath and moved his hands:

"The rest of the story is probably that you met people from the Blood Bottle Gang in prison. After you got out of prison, you had nowhere to go, so you resigned yourself to the dirty work of killing people."

"Then, many years later, one night, you met a fellow student who was far inferior to you in the past, but now has risen to the top, serving the royal guard before the royal family, Lord Aknet."

"Haha!"

Without warning, Lausanne II suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "There's nowhere to go, hahahaha, let yourself fall, hahahaha!"

Marios frowned slightly.

Lausanne laughed for more than ten seconds, then gradually stopped, and looked at Mallos again with a pair of eyes.

Marios exhaled.

"Perhaps you don't know that Master Joaquin was implicated by you in the end, resigned with guilt, and returned to his hometown to live in seclusion," the watchman shook his head, "He relied on teaching basic swordsmanship to children, barely making a living, getting drunk all day long, and the night scene was desolate. , and died in depression."

"He deserves it."

Lausanne II interrupted him without hesitation, and the words were full of mixed hatred: "It is better to die than he deserves to live, drowning in the illusion he weaved for himself."

Marios frowned tightly.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"Do you know why people who have been branded with sins can still swing their swords normally?"

Lausanne's eyes moved.

"In those days, my great-uncle was in the punishment wing of the guards, and he was in charge of torture and torture, of course, including the crime brand," Mallos raised his head and looked at the colorful night sky of the Emerald City lit by fireworks, "If As you said, he and Master Joaquin are old acquaintances."

Lausanne II clenched the sword in his hand.

But Mallos' words were cold.

"But my great-uncle is not a lawbreaker, and the guards are also illegal. Do you think he really dares, and can really let you go with favoritism under the eyes of so many colleagues?"

The arena is quiet for a few seconds.

"The truth is that on the night when you will be executed, you will be a model for knights, and you will be a master of martial arts. He violated the ban and broke into the palace gate..."

Marios spoke in a calm tone:

"In the presence of the late king and the entire court, Master Joaquin removed the helmet—the helmet that the late king had bestowed upon him..."

He whispered:

"Smashed my swordsman."

————

It wasn't the Black Sword who defeated Lausanne II, but someone else?

Tales was walking on the road, thinking about this sentence carefully.

Right now.

【West · Ancient · Kerana——】

Huh?

What sound?

Tales looked back with a glance:

Shi Lai is still in a state of embarrassment and concern, Slimani seems to be restless and stumbles from time to time, Glover supports Rolf and Kathleen with a depressed look...

Everything works fine.

Strange.

So he heard it wrong?

Tales shook his head, turned back and continued walking.

Then to go to Kongming Palace next, it is in this direction...

Huh?

Tales was startled again.

The Kongming Palace...the Kongming Palace is there, in which direction?

At that moment, he stared blankly at the soles of his feet and felt again:

Never Lost is no longer available.

He's lost his way again.

Tales looked around subconsciously:

Left and right, front and back, all around... A faint ominous white smoke rose again from all around.

【Mi Tara Naka...】

Here again.

Strange and blunt syllables murmured from the distance, vague, illogical, and unintelligible.

Tales was in a hurry and turned to greet others:

Did you see it? Everyone? This strange white smoke, like in the tunnel, and... what's going on?

Huh?

Tales was taken aback.

It feels weird.

But he didn't have time to think about it, he just continued to call everyone anxiously:

I ask you something! say something? Did you see this white smoke? Why—

The next second, Thales was heartbroken.

The teenager took a deep breath and instantly realized: No, he wasn't talking.

He didn't even open his mouth.

He didn't even move his tongue or teeth.

He didn't even see everyone behind him.

All he saw was a mysterious white smoke slowly rising.

He just felt like he said those words.

Just like when I was half asleep, I always wanted to do something, and always thought I had done something: I bought what I wanted the most, achieved the best ideal, and did the hardest homework...

But in reality, you are dreaming and doing nothing.

Nothing can be done.

Thinking of this, Thales panicked and turned back suddenly and shouted:

Did you see it? Hillary! Glover! Rolf! How is this going! what's wrong with us? answer me!

The surrounding white smoke is getting thicker and higher.

Tales roared with all his strength.

But he realized again: he didn't do anything, he didn't look back, he didn't yell, he didn't roar.

He just took one step at a time, walking forward in a daze.

Half-dream and half-awake.

Wait, this feeling... Thales is extremely nervous: Is it Lausanne II chasing after him? Is it his power?

When was he recruited?

How do I wake up?

But.

No.

Tales shook his head--or rather, he felt himself shaking his head.

But he instinctively felt: this time was different.

It's not the same as the reality-like dream hallucination that Lausanne gave them.

Just like...

Like a ghost press, clear consciousness, but powerless.

It's like he's turned into a walking dead, only the soul is trapped in the body, and there is nothing to do.

He can't blink, speak, or even move a finger.

You can only maintain your previous actions, move forward quietly, and let others be slaughtered...

What should I do?

【West·Gu·Kerana·Mosa·Formia...】

The strange syllables penetrated the white smoke again, and came from a distance, still incomprehensible.

Tales was taken aback.

Wait, these syllables, he's heard them, he's just heard them, these aren't sleep talk!

It's...

The next second, Thales is shocked!

Beep—

There was a burst of tinnitus, but this time, Thales couldn't do anything and could only endure in pain.

Beep-beep-

But the tinnitus soon disappeared.

Gulong - He only felt his ears plugged and cleared, as if they had come out of the water.

Meanwhile, those strange syllables seem to jump in the ear and automatically become recognizable language:

【Please, not now. ]

It was a familiar voice, speaking words he could understand.

From...myself?

Tales was startled and wanted to turn around, but no matter how he turned his head, he couldn't see the person beside him, so the young man realized that he couldn't move.

【When can that be? Cecilia, the good girl I miss...]

A chilling hoarse voice came from behind - when it sounded, Thales only felt trembling and goosebumps all over his body.

Cecilia?

The name is...

【Okay, who are you this time? 】 Familiar voice.

Tales frowned—or, he thought he was frowning.

【Ha, how do I know? A cruel and cruel prince who murdered his brother? There are so many in history, so much to go... Your family is also quite experienced...] This is the voice that makes people panic and fear.

Tales slowly reacted: This is two people talking.

Although he began to understand these words, these words, they seemed to be separated by a layer of water... It took him very hard, very hard, very hard to hear clearly.

And he, Thales' thinking seems to have slowed down at the moment, and it will take a few seconds before he can barely understand the meaning.

【Well, what did you do to Lausanne II, to that black-clothed killer? ] This is the familiar voice, with disgust and impatience.

And... the fear of being held back?

Wait, Lausanne II, the killer in black...

He seems to have an impression?

[So, he's a killer, funny. 】 The voice that made one's heart tremble uncontrollably came again.

As if... close to my ear.

Tales swallowed - if he really did.

【Don't follow me with this set! ]

[I didn't do anything but help him. 】 That chilling voice was perfunctory and didn't care.

【Help? 】The familiar voice suppressed anger.

What are they talking about?

Looks familiar, yet...unfamiliar?

Tales frowned.

No.

No, it can't go on like this.

He wants to understand, he wants to understand, he wants to react!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-

Tales tried his best - although he didn't know how to work hard, but the next second...

Boom!

His eardrums made a loud noise, and Thales trembled throughout his life.

It is the sin of the Hell River.

The familiar power of the end surprised Thales.

It's an old friend!

Come on!

Help me!

Tales roared.

[A little psychological enlightenment and a deep chat, so that he no longer hates himself, no longer hides himself, and becomes more... magnanimous and true? 】 Outside, the flustered voice seemed quite pleasant.

【He's crazy! You almost killed us! ]

【But aren't you fine? ]

The Sin of Hell River expands slowly and with difficulty, like instantly cooled lava, which is rekindling the temperature from the inside, trying to roll forward, trying to overwhelm the high wall.

inch by inch, little by little.

Finally.

Whoa!

The crime of the Hell River overflows the wall with a loud bang!

It re-flows, rises, and burns,

It looks like an animal that has been missing for a long time and finally returned to the territory, ramming back and forth violently in Thales.

Boom!

Tales' eardrum seemed to have been pierced by the crime of the prison river, it was painful and numb, and there was an indescribable burning sensation.

But...

"Yes, I'm fine! So you're numb! So 'death'!" The familiar voice was much clearer, full of irony that he was no stranger to.

It's a girl.

Girls?

Thiers, whose thinking gradually became normal, suddenly reacted.

It's Hilla!

It's her, it's she talking to...and others?

"But with this deal, you're out of the sewers."

The chilling voice came, clear and accurate, long and enthusiastic, but for some reason, Thales couldn't stop shaking when he heard it.

Who is this...?

Who is walking behind him at this moment, talking to Hillary?

He still couldn't turn his head, but the sense of **** that came back allowed him to capture the situation behind him very clearly:

Glover's footsteps are steady, but he doesn't speak a word. He turns a deaf ear to everything around him. He moves forward, as if the most important thing in his life is to walk with his head covered.

No, it's not just him, Rolf, Kathleen, Slimani...they all move on like walking dead, not caring about what's going on around them.

Even if the white smoke in front of you has escalated into a thick fog, it blocks the sky and the sun, making it impossible to see where it is going.

"Yes," Ciel said coldly, "Now that the deal is done, you can leave."

"Yo, don't learn from the temple," the voice was slack and shrewd. "It's hard to meet and catch up, isn't it good to chat?"

"I have nothing to chat with you."

"That's it?"

"That's it!" Sheila refused with a firm attitude.

"Really?" The voice dropped suddenly, and even Thales shuddered, "My lovely six-fingered girl, don't you think about it anymore?"

"What do you think?"

"Don't pretend, dear," the terrifying voice trailed off, "According to the deal, you walked out of the sewers safely, your body is intact, your soul is intact... But where is my reward?"

Sheila was silent for a moment.

"That Lausanne II just now, he was your reward," Shiley's voice was shaking gently, "his soul, life, flesh, consciousness, wisdom, belief, memory, experience, knowledge, personality, or Any other hard currency you like, just take it away, you're welcome."

Tales thought for a moment.

He realizes in an instant: Sheila is not speaking in Common Tongue.

Not any other language, at least not one that Thales can recognize.

It's...

"Look, my dear, you have made the mistake of taking it for granted again. The fairness of the contract is not only written on paper, but not only in words..."

The voice is friendly and authentic, as if the defense attorney is friendly to the client's consultation:

"It's more in the heart."

The next second, it was patient and peaceful, speaking word by word, but Thales became more and more flustered:

"My dear Cecilia Regina Bella Calvindier, do you really think that you invited or urged me to come up to the mortal world, and let me suffer the pain of crossing the boundary and the The turbid air, and the risk of being discovered, consumes energy and stamina, helps you block the sword and eliminate disasters, and then you take the extreme enemy as a reward, let me go back and forth, you really think , is this a fair and equitable deal?"

"Then..." Xilai said after a pause, and immediately said confidently, "Yes!"

At that moment, although he couldn't look back, Thales could almost see: the domineering expression on Xile's face that he often saw, indifferent, "what can you do with me".

Even that terrifying voice was silent for a second.

"Hahahahaha!"

It burst into a terrifying laughter, high and low, with the surrounding fog fluctuating endlessly:

"I just love how you look like a rogue! Every time, every time you kill more people!"

Hilay paused.

"Shut your stinky mouth." When she spoke again, Thales could hear the gritted anger, "Go back to where you came from!"

"Ah, ruthless partner," it seemed to be accustomed to, without sulking, "it's okay, debt collection, you have to do it yourself."

"I didn't reward you, and I don't owe you anything! Because you made things worse!" Sheila gasped, her reply a little out of control.

"But that's not a reward, it's my due account." It was slow and unhurried.

Tales listened for a while, and suddenly his heart jumped: it was the crime of the Hell River rumbling.

He reacted with a jolt: What's going on?

Sheila, what did Sheila do?

That voice...

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

"What's the matter!"

Tales couldn't help but said:

"What is this?"

He turned his head sharply and shouted:

"He... what is it?"

But at the moment when the words came out, Thales was shocked and immediately reacted: he succeeded.

He moved successfully.

He turned around?

The air quiets down.

The surrounding area is shrouded in white fog, and everything a few feet away is shadowy and visibility is extremely low.

Behind Thales, Shi Lai looked at Thales who turned around in shock, his face turning pale with fright.

"You... are you okay? Are you awake?" Hillary said blankly.

As if for the first time she discovered that there is another person here, named Thales.

But.

Only her.

Thales stared blankly at Shi Lai: behind him, there was only her.

There's no second person - everyone else is walking on their way intently, like a walking dead.

That was just...

"Yeah, it's fun."

At that moment, Thales had countless goose bumps all over his body!

Because the sound is coming from behind.

His... behind his ears?

Tales subconsciously wanted to turn back, but Hillary held his face in his arms!

"No, don't look at it!"

Sheila looked terrified and shouted anxiously:

"Stay awake, don't look at it, don't think about it, treat it like a dream, it can't-"

But her voice vanished instantly, leaving only her lips moving up and down.

Like being suddenly silenced.

Xilae also realized this. She looked behind Thales, her eyes widened and her mouth wide open, terrified.

"Look, dear Cecilia, tell me earlier..." The voice came softly, pleasantly surprised and delighted.

At that moment, Thales' nerves tightened and his whole body became weak!

He feels ~IndoMTL.com~ a cold touch on his neck.

Yes it is.

Something gently hooked Thales' neck, like a mother stroking her son-"it" touched, rubbed, stroked.

Sheila's eyes were frightened, her expression anxious, and she shook her head subconsciously.

No, no, no!

Her eyes were sparkling, and there were even tears in the corners of her eyes.

But only muffled and ominous laughter was greeted.

"Hehehehe..."

The existence spoke again, but this time, Thales felt that the words of "it" were full of unimaginable malice:

"Don't you have the money to pay the bill?"

(End of this chapter)


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