Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 26: Game in the dark (part 2)

When he heard Raphael's words, Thales couldn't help but startled slightly. (Look again ♀Mobile version)

In the black hole, the black prophet's sneer came again.

Miranda shook slightly, clenched her fists, and looked at Raphael with complicated eyes.

Damn it.

This self-righteous guy.

She looked at Raphael, who was completely different from three years ago, with inexplicable emotions flowing in her heart.

Cohen sneered uncomfortably: "The idea is good...it's a pity, you're smart."

"If it weren't for the contribution of those'self-wise' people in the dark," Raphael glanced at him, his mouth raised slightly: "You won't even have the opportunity to stand here, Master Karabyan. "

Cohen looked at Raphael, squinting slightly.

"You know what," the police officer shrugged, filled with grievances, and said to Raphael: "I suddenly remembered our family motto,'The strong die by the sword, the wise die by the plot'. "

"Oh?" Raphael chuckled unclearly, his eyes cold: "Then you must have died of the sword, the strong man?"

Cohen exhaled dissatisfiedly: "That's also..."

"You two," Miranda interrupted them, and saw the female swordsman raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Enough, this is in front of the temple."

Cohen and Raphael hummed disdainfully at the same time.

Tyles exchanged a helpless look with Xiao Qiantou.

I saw the young man in the secret department turned his head, took a deep breath, and continued the topic: "As for the second accident."

"It's Rumba."

Thyls' eyebrows moved: "What happened to Rumba?"

"His manpower is very efficient, from the connections of Kang Mas to the underground gang, and even the Shield of Deception, his actions are unimpeded and organized." Raphael replied solemnly.

On the other side of the black hole, there was a slightly faster panting.

"In order to prevent Nunn and the darkroom from detecting Rumba's actions in advance, we have done countless plans and thrown out a lot of decoys," Raphael lowered his head and said to the people on the other side of the black hole: "But thanks to Rumba’s extraordinary efficiency and ability, Secret Department did not take much care."

"But it wasn't until last night that I found out that Rumba did a lot of things that were not planned." Raphael said coldly.

Thyls pursed his lips: "For example?"

"For example, the army," Raphael said lightly: "In the original plan, Rumba did not need so many troops, but he still carried them in."

Thyls frowned: As expected.

In the muddy air, there was a cold snort of the Black Prophet.

"Also like you," Raphael looked at his two at the same time, gazing over the thoughtful Miranda and the puzzled Cohen: "You are looking for the sword of disaster and the magic gun in the Lombard army. The clue to the assassination, and all the way to Longxiao City."

Wiya narrowed his eyes and looked at his single-edged sword, thinking of Cohen and Miranda's suspicion of the Unreturned Edge.

Strange.

The power of ending taught by Mr. Chatier...

Why...

"These accidents," At this moment, the hoarse voice of the black prophet suddenly faintly sounded: "What do you think?"

Raphael raised his head slightly and closed his eyes: "I think something is wrong."

"Something is wrong?"

Cohen sighed: "Even I can tell, you guys were tricked by Rumba."

But Raphael just continued to close his eyes and meditate, not rationalizing Cohen.

"There is one more question," Thales couldn't help but said: "Do you understand? What does Rumba want to do?"

Either Raphael or the Black Prophet still did not answer.

A few seconds later, the black prophet suddenly spoke:

"Then have you figured it out?"

Raphael moved his eyebrows: "Is it the ghost of the Shield of Deception?"

Everyone was startled again.

Especially Thales.

He remembered Rumba's conversation with the man named "Porch" again.

Tyles didn't speak--he knew that maybe the two of the secret department would answer his doubts.

But the Black Prophet just sneered.

"The catastrophic accident is not the reason for Nunn's death," Morat said in a cold voice: "Rumba's accident is not because of him, but how he did it."

Listening to the voice of the black prophet, Thales suddenly shuddered.

I don't know if it is an illusion. He always felt that the words of the Black Prophet seemed to contain strange emotions.

Raphael opened his eyes suddenly, with doubts: "Could it be that..."

The next sentence of the Black Prophet made everyone frowned and puzzled.

"There is a subspecies of cuckoo birds in Westland, which generally live in the East Sea Territory and South Bank Territory of the stars." The Black Prophet continued to speak in his hoarse and crippled voice: "The way they lay eggs is very special. Always lay eggs in other bird’s nests, relying on the latter’s resources, care and feeding, to raise their offspring."

"Therefore, this type of cuckoo bird that raises its own offspring through the nest of others is also called a "cheating angel"." Morat said coldly.

Thyls' eyes rolled: What do you mean?

Just when everyone else didn't understand, and was very confused, only Raphael remained silent for a long time, his brows twitched.

A few seconds later, Raphael's expression freezes back to his usual relaxed and indifferent expression.

"I figured it out," Raphael said flatly: "I just don't know, when exactly..."

"That's not important," the black prophet interrupted him unceremoniously: "The important thing is, are you ready?"

Raphael took a deep breath, and under the strange eyes of others, he nodded slightly:

"Yes."

"Very good," the black prophet who only heard the sound sneered: "The test for you, now really begins."

Raphael stood up, squeezing his right fist slowly.

The next second, under everyone's wide-eyed eyes, the weird black hole on Raphael's right arm began to converge, and the terrifying teeth around the big "mouth" gradually leaned toward the middle.

"Good luck, my lord," Morat sighed slightly in the squirming of the black hole: "It's a pity, dragon blood."

Thyls was taken aback, and then realized that their contact with the Black Prophet would be broken.

In the blink of an eye, the skin on Raphael's hand slowly converged.

The black hole just disappeared.

Raphael's arm is as intact as ever, as clean as ever.

Except for that dazzling torture brand.

Morat Hansen's voice no longer sounded.

"Damn it," Miranda looked at his arm and gritted her teeth: "What the **** is this?"

"The secret technique," Raphael shook his head: "It doesn't matter...what matters now is our next step."

The unwilling Miranda was about to continue questioning, but Cohen grabbed him, and the latter shook his head.

"Next," Thales withdrew his gaze from Raphael's monster arm, pressed the doubt in his heart, and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Aren't we going to break through?"

Raphael shook his head.

"I always thought that the sudden madness of catastrophe attracted most of the power, resulting in the emptiness of the defense of Longxiao City, so that King Nunn would be assassinated without fighting back," the young man of Secret Science pulled The sleeve of the lower right hand blocked the brand, and said calmly: "I have always thought that the efficient actions of Rumba's subordinates are because he is well prepared and well prepared."

"I was wrong."

Thyls showed a questioning expression.

Raphael didn't let him wonder for long.

"The defense around King Nunn is so empty, not only because of fear of disaster, but also because someone asked him to do it-such as sending all the Blade Guards, such as the Clearance Patrol," Raphael revealed Smiling, it seems to have solved a puzzle that has troubled for many years: "The reason why Rumba's actions are so smooth, even the army can be quietly transported into the city, is not because of the efficient operation of the black sand collar."

For an instant, Thales frowned.

He feels that the atmosphere is not right: there is something wrong with everyone else.

Miranda's eyes flashed, she seemed to realize something, and turned slowly in one direction.

Cohen watched Miranda's movements, took a deep breath, and slowly put the sword on his waist.

Wiya felt something, he looked up sharply, his face ugly holding the sword at his waist.

Rolf frowned and looked at the thick door at the end of the cell.

Everyone looked at the door.

Or rather, something outside that door.

Tyles turned pale.

The next moment, he and Xiao Qiantou were protected by Wya and Rolf at the same time.

Raphael's words continue, but with a solemn tone: "For today, you can't imagine how many resources and connections we have invested, Your Highness."

"When you set foot on the border of Exeter,'Dragon Blood' is already the trend, and you can't turn your head back." The young man of Secret Science drew out his sword, he turned around, faced the thick door, and sucked deeply In a sigh of relief: "With a mere rumba, even with their gangsters, it is impossible to reverse the ending we set."

Raphael's eyes became extremely sharp: "But Rumba and the others did it."

"They completely ruined the secret plan and reversed the ending in one fell swoop."

Thyls' heart moved: "You mean to say..."

"They reversed the situation under the most disadvantaged situation, knocked down Nunn in an instant, and put the situation in Lombard's hands, Your Highness," Raphael turned around, looking calmly at the cell. A thick door: "They are like the kind of'fraud angels'. Through the lair of the Kingdom's Secret Branch, through our carefully prepared plans for many years, they hatch the results they want."

Everyone entered the highest alert, looking at the thick door separating the inside and outside of the cell.

"This is a game in the dark, but we made the wrong opponent." Raphael squinted, and a pair of eyes reflected red light in the dark. "The one sitting at the other end of the board is neither Rumba nor It's not his crony, and it's not a shield of shadows."

Thyls's heart moved, and he figured out many things.

For example... Why would King Nunn think that the Sword of Disaster was involved in Moral's death?

"This style, this method, as far as I know," Raphael nodded, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely sharp:

"Only belongs to one person."

"A person who we always thought would be on the side of King Nunn."

No one speaks.

Thyls gently held the jc dagger and began to hold his breath.

Behind him, Xiao Slick asked tremblingly: "What's the matter?"

Thyls shook his head.

Click.

The thick door was opened.

Everyone in the cell became nervous instantly!

A figure walked slowly into this dark cell.

Light footsteps.

"Sorry to disturb you," the visitor spoke in a gentle voice, politely and kindly:

"It's just that you guys have been slow to break through...I just had to come up and check~IndoMTL.com~As soon as I saw the person coming, Thales' eyes instantly condensed.

His heartbeat started to accelerate.

It was a kind and kind old woman in a red robe.

The smile is lovely.

"Since that old man can make you alone in charge of the blood disaster, he must be absolutely sure," the kind voice continued: "So, this Secret Science kid, I want to ask you... …"

Under Thales' complicated eyes, the person in charge of Exter's "dark room", Ms. Kashan, known as the Red Witch, slowly raised her head.

The old woman showed a wrinkled smile at Raphael with a solemn face, and said the next sentence in a friendly tone:

"Give me the rod of stars."

"How about?"