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Thyls thought Raphael's advice was enough to disturb him.

It took Thirty seconds until Putilai told Thales in the smoky passage how to get the latter out of the city safely.

To sum it up-Thales convulsed and looked at Putila with a natural expression-it was:

Come with me.

Go forward.

Then smile.

No more.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Thales stared at Putila, who was intoxicated in the smoke, in disbelief: "What is meant by'going forward' and'smiling friendly to the joint person'" ?"

Putila took a deep puff and slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"And there is no disguise and no..." Regarding the other's vague explanation, the prince replied with deep concern and contempt: "Who is the connector? When will I meet? How will he send me out...cough cough cough... …"

Putilai's smoke stirred up the dim vision in the tunnel, and the pungent smell of tobacco made Thales coughing again and again.

"Forgive me, your lord," Putila calmly said: "For this month, the tail of Longxiaocheng behind me is enough for me to drink a pot, and I don't even have to smoke a cigarette." /

"Don't worry, the connector will find you." Facing Thales' accusing eyes, Putila smiled softly: "And the place you are going is safer. As for not disguising, I'm afraid He can't recognize you..."

Tyles squinted his eyes. "He?"

Putila walked up to him in two steps, smiled and took his shoulders, and pulled Thales out.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Putila bit his cigarette holder and spit out another puff: "His Royal Highness, I will send you off now!"

Thyls's doubts continue to increase.

"What?"

The prince clutched his nose and frowned, struggling to find his way in the smoke: "But you said this..."

However, as soon as the words were spoken, Putila held his palm and covered his mouth!

Putilai looked serious and made a silent gesture to him.

Thyls was taken aback, and unconsciously held his breath, only inhaling slowly through his nose.

But Putila let out another breath of smoke, his mouth still closed and closed: "Trust me, it's enough to say this...My way is absolutely safe..."

Step, step, step.

Putillae led him forward coldly, non-stop.

They crossed a fork in the middle, and under the cover of smoke, they walked far to the next unextinguishable lamp.

Tyles became more and more frightened as he went.

Who is he... guarding against?

No.

Thyls wakes up.

He knows.

In this underground tunnel, Putlai has to guard against...

Until he walked to a secret door that was as ugly as the surrounding soil wall, and the passage behind him had returned to darkness, and was completely gone, Putila stopped, paused for a few seconds, and turned back to listen to something.

After a while, he took a deep breath and let go of Thales.

"It seems to be gone."

Putila put down the extinguished pipe, his face a little loose.

Thyls looked at him in disbelief and said softly: "What's the matter?"

Why...

But Putila quickly answered his question.

"Since the secret department has gone," the thin middle-aged Lord leaned against the wall and sighed: "Then, it's time..."

The middle-aged man's face flickered under the shining light of the unextinguishable light, and dust fell on his shoulders, marking spots of stains, but Putila didn't want to wipe it. Flash Dance Novel Network

Thyls moved in his heart.

It's been a long time since he saw Putila like this.

Last time, it seemed to be six years ago?

Under the dim light, Putila sorted out his emotions, and then slowly said: "Listen, Your Highness, what I want to say next is Gilbert's respectful old fox. What you said."

"He will only encourage you to be a good prince and bring the kingdom to the top."

"It won't be the secret branch of mysterious anomalies. I will tell you something."

"Their principle is always'the less the better', whether it is an insider or a participant."

Thyls listened more and more strangely.

Neither Gilbert nor Secret will tell me...

"Putila," the prince looked at him incredulously: "What insider, what participant?"

Putila pursed his mouth, the wrinkles around his eyes made him even more tired.

"Your Highness."

"We paid such a big price to save you, but you just asked,'Is it worth it?'" Putila frowned and raised the pipe in his hand, not even caring about the ashes spilled out: "That's not just out of guilt, right."

"You are also suspicious."

Thyls was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Putila with suspicion:

"What are you going to say?"

Putila closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and then let it out slowly.

"The question I want to answer to you is the doubt: that since I came to Longxiao City dozens of days ago, you have begun to have doubts."

Tyles' face became serious.

Putila opened his eyes.

"His Royal Highness," Putila said as if he had made up his mind. He said with a serious face: "You asked me where I have been in the past six years and why did I only show up now to bring you Back to China?"

"Why now?"

Thyls first frowned slightly, then, full of suspicion, he nodded slightly under Putila's unusual eyes: "Yes?"

In the narrow passage, Thales and Putila leaned against the walls on both sides, silently facing each other, looking at each other's half-lit and half-dark faces under the light and shadow of the lights.

"You are right," Putila said softly: "We didn't think that it was a sudden whim or that it was too long for six years to save you."

"We, including the secret department who secretly guarded you for six years, suddenly appeared in Longxiao City six years later, we are going to rescue you-there is a reason."

Tyles' pupils focused slightly.

His heart beats slowly.

"You mean..."

Putila took another breath, as if this action would cost him great courage: "I think there are some things you need to know... at least some parts."

Tyles found out with a horror: Putila's tone was a little trembling.

Even he became nervous without knowing it.

"His Royal Highness, do you remember what happened to Longxiao City six years ago?"

"Huh," Thales exhaled, to open those unpleasant memories: "I want to forget that disasters have struck the city, the dragon is coming back, the Lord of Lombard and..."

Kputila interrupted him almost roughly.

"No," the thin lord said coldly: "It's not just that."

"On that day six years ago, in a dark place that we could not see, outside of the Hall of Valor and the Shield, something else happened."

Tyles' eyes slowly widened. 35xs

Other...some things?

"I believe you can see that when I was young, I worked under Prince Midil," Putila said, his voice sounded a little uncomfortable, "Sometimes, I would go with Mikko ...Closer."

"So, in the crisis six years ago, I could find the support I deserve so quickly."

Tyles' heart shuddered, and he started to look at the man before him again.

Yes.

I can see it.

Just...this is the first time you have admitted.

Putila Nieman.

Putila sighed for a long time, as if still recalling the past: "Six years ago, the Kingdom's Secret Ke Longxiao City Headquarters, which was just above us, has not been transformed into the current chess and card room."

"At that time, it was just a hotel," Putila's exhaustion was beyond words:

"That night, I got the help of the master here to get support, collect resources, and order action-thanks to him you got out of jail."

Tyles looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see an uneven ceiling with some cobwebs in the corner.

Even the nose is full of the cold and damp peculiar to the basement.

Chess and card room.

The hotel?

Secret Branch headquarters?

The prince lowered his head, the question remains: "However?"

Putillah nodded as he expected.

"However."

"It was the morning when we broke into the palace and decided with Rumba."

Putila's tone is heavy and sad: "The owner of this hotel, the highest person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Branch Exeter, and the special intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly two decades, Karen Bu Grams."

"Death by fate."

Thyls was startled, then rolled his eyes.

He can understand Putila's grief and the strangeness of his death, but this is what the other party has to say...

Thyls quickly asked: "The intelligence officer died unexpectedly? What happened?"

Putilai's eyes dimmed, and his face twisted a few times under the swaying of the lights: "In the robbery, the robber stabbed Booker four times in the back."

Thyls frowned: "But..."

"Yes, Booker has been my old friend for many years." Putila nodded unexpectedly, guessing what Thales thought: "I understand his ability, even if the night when the disaster comes Chaos, and no robber who robbed the house can take Booker’s life."

Looking at him silently, waiting patiently for the other person to continue.

In the next sentence, Putila said the point.

I saw Putila staring, his lips trembling slightly, and his face serious: "But what is really terrifying is what he recorded-Booker's secret code recorded in the hotel account book."

"In those few days, he met certain people, found certain things, and got some scattered clues, Your Highness."

"For the past six years, Secret Division and I have been tracking down these clues left after Booker's death." In the darkness, Putila turned his face to avoid the light, and sank the entire face into the dark: "Until Recently, some results have been traced."

Thyls was a little anxious: "What result?"

Putilla first exhaled slowly, as if to get rid of something, and then took a deep breath, as if gathering something, only to hear his slightly hoarse voice sounding tiredly :

"Some old things, some terrible things that even the black prophet can't keep calm, enough to shake the entire kingdom."

Tyles' eyes widened: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Shake the kingdom?

Putila nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understand: You are not safe, and the Star Kingdom is not safe either."

"So, your rescue has been elevated to the most urgent task of the kingdom and even the secret science department," he looked at Thales with unspeakable pity and sorrow: "So, today, six years later, The Fuxing Palace decided to take you out of Exeter and back to Everstar City at all costs."

Thyls froze.

He didn't understand.

Putilai seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed all over: "This is the answer, the answer to what I have done in the past six years, the answer to why you returned home suddenly."

But Thales is still not relieved.

He stood up abruptly.

"What, what is it?"

Thyls stared at Putila anxiously, looking for the words, and couldn’t help but raise his voice: “Six years ago, six years ago in Longxiao City, what happened on our heads was enough. Shake the whole star kingdom?"

But Putila let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, I will do everything here."

Talston became anxious: "But..."

Putila raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know either." Putila's face was sad and miserable: "I don't know, let alone dare to believe, whether what I have discovered is the truth, let alone the truth and the secrets I understand. The truth you see is related to..."

He paused.

But Putila continued to speak.

"...Is it consistent with the truth he believes in the throne, and how much deviation?"

Your Majesty?

A chill from an unknown source hit Thales's back.

Putila raised his head suddenly, as if regaining his strength: "Remember, Your Highness."

His voice tightened, his speech speeded up, and there was a hint of bitterness inside: "In this matter... don't trust anyone, don't be sure of anything, don't be confined to any impression--sometimes, Even the situation in front of you may be lies and illusions!"

Thyls became more confused as he listened.

What is he talking about?

What's going on?

Finally, Putilai was like a dying patient who was out of breath, and finally breathed in the first breath of air around him, calmed down amidst the tremors, and returned to a long breath.

The pipe in his hand was almost broken.

But Putila's next sentence caused Thales to lose his attitude suddenly!

"Your Highness."

"You must do this, and you should do it..."

"The truth about the Scarlet Year, about your own life experience," Putila said solemnly and sadly:

"You can only discover, investigate, and verify by yourself."

At that moment, it was like someone banging a war drum in his ear, Thales was an exciting spirit!

The prince's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and his unusual thinking caught countless matching messages in an instant.

The Scarlet Year?

Tales subconsciously grabbed his chest, where the map of the Palace of Renaissance that King Nunn gave him years ago was tightly attached to his shirt.

But, isn’t the Scarlet Year the second prince Horace...

Isn't it black sword that they assassinated......

Also, my life experience?

But the Queen of the Sky didn't say it, the name of the dragon...

Tyles was pale, and he remembered Selma's instructions before leaving:

Aishida, Giza...

His brain is getting more and more chaotic, and the surplus intelligence and information almost make him lost.

Putila, and the black prophet, the secret branch, and even King Kessel...

What are they...

What secret did you find?

What secret do you know?

How much overlap with the secrets I know?

Thyls shook slightly and leaned against the wall.

The silence is restored in the passage.

After several seconds, the prince slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him dumbly.

Looking at the deadly gaze of the middle-aged man.

Putila looked at the secret door and sighed softly: "It's time."

"It's time for you to go, Your Highness."

This is Putila's farewell word.

The secret door opens.

A young man walked slowly out of the underpass, climbed out of a cave, bypassed the ruins of the low wall as a cover, and walked into this remote and deserted lane.

He stopped and slowly raised his head.

The young man stood blankly in the open-air Longxiao City, standing in this corner full of debris, his thoughts confused.

In the distance, Haoyue has already taken off.

Light up his way home.

Just now.

"Hahaha—"

In the distance outside the lane, a rude voice blasted out of thin air!

"Hahaha, this is impossible!"

Thyls was startled, and subconsciously pressed against the wall, holding his breath.

"We respect you, so we are not joking," another slightly cold voice rang out: "Dragon City is different. This matter must be resolved. The new bosses in the bow zone have already stated: If you agree, they are willing to..."

The rude and violent voice sounded again, seeming to interrupt the former without paying attention to politeness:

"You know, a few hours ago, the dead face with the eyebrows in the Palace of Valor also came to me for the same purpose and the same words as you."

The rude voice imitated the "dead face" in his words: "He is more prestigious than you guys. With that ugly knife on his back, he brought two rows of guards into the shield area aggressively. He smashed it in front of me, staring at everyone who was dead, and said like a debt: "In the name of the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, I need the whereabouts of that prince."-Hahahahahaha, I am so scared! /

But there was only irony in the rude laughter, and the fear he was talking about could not be heard at all.

Thyls shivered slightly.

"You mean," on the other side, the third voice rang out, seeming to be in the same group as the cold voice before. He asked carefully, "That crazy meteorite, bring someone here. Looking for you?"

Meteor?

Hearing the familiar name, Thales pulled his thoughts back to the present, throwing away the unnecessary emotions.

It sounds...like the two parties are facing each other. The rude voice is one of the minority and the other is the majority.

"Ha, do you know how I answered him?" The rude and vicious voice sounded again, full of disdain: "You have to hear clearly, because I am also going to answer you like this..."

The next moment, it sounded like the owner of the rude voice, and he sipped at the ground: "Bah!"

"I **** cares about whether you are a meteorite or a star operator, or a grandfather or a grandfather—"

"All the **** eggs!"

(End of this chapter)

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Thyls thought Raphael's advice was enough to disturb him.

It took Thirty seconds until Putilai told Thales in the smoky passage how to get the latter out of the city safely.

To sum it up-Thales convulsed and looked at Putila with a natural expression-it was:

Come with me.

Go forward.

Then smile.

No more.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Thales stared at Putila, who was intoxicated in the smoke, in disbelief: "What is meant by'going forward' and'smiling friendly to the joint person'" ?"

Putila took a deep puff and slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"And there is no disguise and no..." Regarding the other's vague explanation, the prince replied with deep concern and contempt: "Who is the connector? When will I meet? How will he send me out...cough cough cough... …"

Putilai's smoke stirred up the dim vision in the tunnel, and the pungent smell of tobacco made Thales coughing again and again.

"Forgive me, your lord," Putila calmly said: "For this month, the tail of Longxiaocheng behind me is enough for me to drink a pot, and I don't even have to smoke a cigarette." /

"Don't worry, the connector will find you." Facing Thales' accusing eyes, Putila smiled softly: "And the place you are going is safer. As for not disguising, I'm afraid He can't recognize you..."

Tyles squinted his eyes. "He?"

Putila walked up to him in two steps, smiled and took his shoulders, and pulled Thales out.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Putila bit his cigarette holder and spit out another puff: "His Royal Highness, I will send you off now!"

Thyls's doubts continue to increase.

"What?"

The prince clutched his nose and frowned, struggling to find his way in the smoke: "But you said this..."

However, as soon as the words were spoken, Putila held his palm and covered his mouth!

Putilai looked serious and made a silent gesture to him.

Thyls was taken aback, and unconsciously held his breath, only inhaling slowly through his nose.

But Putila let out another breath of smoke, his mouth still closed and closed: "Trust me, it's enough to say this...My way is absolutely safe..."

Step, step, step.

Putillae led him forward coldly, non-stop.

They crossed a fork in the middle, and under the cover of smoke, they walked far to the next unextinguishable lamp.

Tyles became more and more frightened as he went.

Who is he... guarding against?

No.

Thyls wakes up.

He knows.

In this underground tunnel, Putlai has to guard against...

Until he walked to a secret door that was as ugly as the surrounding soil wall, and the passage behind him had returned to darkness, and was completely gone, Putila stopped, paused for a few seconds, and turned back to listen to something.

After a while, he took a deep breath and let go of Thales.

"It seems to be gone."

Putila put down the extinguished pipe, his face a little loose.

Thyls looked at him in disbelief and said softly: "What's the matter?"

Why...

But Putila quickly answered his question.

"Since the secret department has gone," the thin middle-aged Lord leaned against the wall and sighed: "Then, it's time..."

The middle-aged man's face flickered under the shining light of the unextinguishable light, and dust fell on his shoulders, marking spots of stains, but Putila didn't want to wipe it. Flash Dance Novel Network

Thyls moved in his heart.

It's been a long time since he saw Putila like this.

Last time, it seemed to be six years ago?

Under the dim light, Putila sorted out his emotions, and then slowly said: "Listen, Your Highness, what I want to say next is Gilbert's respectful old fox. What you said."

"He will only encourage you to be a good prince and bring the kingdom to the top."

"It won't be the secret branch of mysterious anomalies. I will tell you something."

"Their principle is always'the less the better', whether it is an insider or a participant."

Thyls listened more and more strangely.

Neither Gilbert nor Secret will tell me...

"Putila," the prince looked at him incredulously: "What insider, what participant?"

Putila pursed his mouth, the wrinkles around his eyes made him even more tired.

"Your Highness."

"We paid such a big price to save you, but you just asked,'Is it worth it?'" Putila frowned and raised the pipe in his hand, not even caring about the ashes spilled out: "That's not just out of guilt, right."

"You are also suspicious."

Thyls was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Putila with suspicion:

"What are you going to say?"

Putila closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and then let it out slowly.

"The question I want to answer to you is the doubt: that since I came to Longxiao City dozens of days ago, you have begun to have doubts."

Tyles' face became serious.

Putila opened his eyes.

"His Royal Highness," Putila said as if he had made up his mind. He said with a serious face: "You asked me where I have been in the past six years and why did I only show up now to bring you Back to China?"

"Why now?"

Thyls first frowned slightly, then, full of suspicion, he nodded slightly under Putila's unusual eyes: "Yes?"

In the narrow passage, Thales and Putila leaned against the walls on both sides, silently facing each other, looking at each other's half-lit and half-dark faces under the light and shadow of the lights.

"You are right," Putila said softly: "We didn't think that it was a sudden whim or that it was too long for six years to save you."

"We, including the secret department who secretly guarded you for six years, suddenly appeared in Longxiao City six years later, we are going to rescue you-there is a reason."

Tyles' pupils focused slightly.

His heart beats slowly.

"You mean..."

Putila took another breath, as if this action would cost him great courage: "I think there are some things you need to know... at least some parts."

Tyles found out with a horror: Putila's tone was a little trembling.

Even he became nervous without knowing it.

"His Royal Highness, do you remember what happened to Longxiao City six years ago?"

"Huh," Thales exhaled, to open those unpleasant memories: "I want to forget that disasters have struck the city, the dragon is coming back, the Lord of Lombard and..."

Kputila interrupted him almost roughly.

"No," the thin lord said coldly: "It's not just that."

"On that day six years ago, in a dark place that we could not see, outside of the Hall of Valor and the Shield, something else happened."

Tyles' eyes slowly widened. 35xs

Other...some things?

"I believe you can see that when I was young, I worked under Prince Midil," Putila said, his voice sounded a little uncomfortable, "Sometimes, I would go with Mikko ...Closer."

"So, in the crisis six years ago, I could find the support I deserve so quickly."

Tyles' heart shuddered, and he started to look at the man before him again.

Yes.

I can see it.

Just...this is the first time you have admitted.

Putila Nieman.

Putila sighed for a long time, as if still recalling the past: "Six years ago, the Kingdom's Secret Ke Longxiao City Headquarters, which was just above us, has not been transformed into the current chess and card room."

"At that time, it was just a hotel," Putila's exhaustion was beyond words:

"That night, I got the help of the master here to get support, collect resources, and order action-thanks to him you got out of jail."

Tyles looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see an uneven ceiling with some cobwebs in the corner.

Even the nose is full of the cold and damp peculiar to the basement.

Chess and card room.

The hotel?

Secret Branch headquarters?

The prince lowered his head, the question remains: "However?"

Putillah nodded as he expected.

"However."

"It was the morning when we broke into the palace and decided with Rumba."

Putila's tone is heavy and sad: "The owner of this hotel, the highest person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Branch Exeter, and the special intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly two decades, Karen Bu Grams."

"Death by fate."

Thyls was startled, then rolled his eyes.

He can understand Putila's grief and the strangeness of his death, but this is what the other party has to say...

Thyls quickly asked: "The intelligence officer died unexpectedly? What happened?"

Putilai's eyes dimmed, and his face twisted a few times under the swaying of the lights: "In the robbery, the robber stabbed Booker four times in the back."

Thyls frowned: "But..."

"Yes, Booker has been my old friend for many years." Putila nodded unexpectedly, guessing what Thales thought: "I understand his ability, even if the night when the disaster comes Chaos, and no robber who robbed the house can take Booker’s life."

Looking at him silently, waiting patiently for the other person to continue.

In the next sentence, Putila said the point.

I saw Putila staring, his lips trembling slightly, and his face serious: "But what is really terrifying is what he recorded-Booker's secret code recorded in the hotel account book."

"In those few days, he met certain people, found certain things, and got some scattered clues, Your Highness."

"For the past six years, Secret Division and I have been tracking down these clues left after Booker's death." In the darkness, Putila turned his face to avoid the light, and sank the entire face into the dark: "Until Recently, some results have been traced."

Thyls was a little anxious: "What result?"

Putilla first exhaled slowly, as if to get rid of something, and then took a deep breath, as if gathering something, only to hear his slightly hoarse voice sounding tiredly :

"Some old things, some terrible things that even the black prophet can't keep calm, enough to shake the entire kingdom."

Tyles' eyes widened: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Shake the kingdom?

Putila nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understand: You are not safe, and the Star Kingdom is not safe either."

"So, your rescue has been elevated to the most urgent task of the kingdom and even the secret science department," he looked at Thales with unspeakable pity and sorrow: "So, today, six years later, The Fuxing Palace decided to take you out of Exeter and back to Everstar City at all costs."

Thyls froze.

He didn't understand.

Putilai seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed all over: "This is the answer, the answer to what I have done in the past six years, the answer to why you returned home suddenly."

But Thales is still not relieved.

He stood up abruptly.

"What, what is it?"

Thyls stared at Putila anxiously, looking for the words, and couldn’t help but raise his voice: “Six years ago, six years ago in Longxiao City, what happened on our heads was enough. Shake the whole star kingdom?"

But Putila let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, I will do everything here."

Talston became anxious: "But..."

Putila raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know either." Putila's face was sad and miserable: "I don't know, let alone dare to believe, whether what I have discovered is the truth, let alone the truth and the secrets I understand. The truth you see is related to..."

He paused.

But Putila continued to speak.

"...Is it consistent with the truth he believes in the throne, and how much deviation?"

Your Majesty?

A chill from an unknown source hit Thales's back.

Putila raised his head suddenly, as if regaining his strength: "Remember, Your Highness."

His voice tightened, his speech speeded up, and there was a hint of bitterness inside: "In this matter... don't trust anyone, don't be sure of anything, don't be confined to any impression--sometimes, Even the situation in front of you may be lies and illusions!"

Thyls became more confused as he listened.

What is he talking about?

What's going on?

Finally, Putilai was like a dying patient who was out of breath, and finally breathed in the first breath of air around him, calmed down amidst the tremors, and returned to a long breath.

The pipe in his hand was almost broken.

But Putila's next sentence caused Thales to lose his attitude suddenly!

"Your Highness."

"You must do this, and you should do it..."

"The truth about the Scarlet Year, about your own life experience," Putila said solemnly and sadly:

"You can only discover, investigate, and verify by yourself."

At that moment, it was like someone banging a war drum in his ear, Thales was an exciting spirit!

The prince's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and his unusual thinking caught countless matching messages in an instant.

The Scarlet Year?

Tales subconsciously grabbed his chest, where the map of the Palace of Renaissance that King Nunn gave him years ago was tightly attached to his shirt.

But, isn’t the Scarlet Year the second prince Horace...

Isn't it black sword that they assassinated......

Also, my life experience?

But the Queen of the Sky didn't say it, the name of the dragon...

Tyles was pale, and he remembered Selma's instructions before leaving:

Aishida, Giza...

His brain is getting more and more chaotic, and the surplus intelligence and information almost make him lost.

Putila, and the black prophet, the secret branch, and even King Kessel...

What are they...

What secret did you find?

What secret do you know?

How much overlap with the secrets I know?

Thyls shook slightly and leaned against the wall.

The silence is restored in the passage.

After several seconds, the prince slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him dumbly.

Looking at the deadly gaze of the middle-aged man.

Putila looked at the secret door and sighed softly: "It's time."

"It's time for you to go, Your Highness."

This is Putila's farewell word.

The secret door opens.

A young man walked slowly out of the underpass, climbed out of a cave, bypassed the ruins of the low wall as a cover, and walked into this remote and deserted lane.

He stopped and slowly raised his head.

The young man stood blankly in the open-air Longxiao City, standing in this corner full of debris, his thoughts confused.

In the distance, Haoyue has already taken off.

Light up his way home.

Just now.

"Hahaha—"

In the distance outside the lane, a rude voice blasted out of thin air!

"Hahaha, this is impossible!"

Thyls was startled, and subconsciously pressed against the wall, holding his breath.

"We respect you, so we are not joking," another slightly cold voice rang out: "Dragon City is different~ IndoMTL.com~ This matter must be resolved, the new bosses of the bow zone They have stated their position: as long as you are willing to agree, they are willing to..."

The rude and violent voice sounded again, seeming to interrupt the former without paying attention to politeness:

"You know, a few hours ago, the dead face with the eyebrows in the Palace of Valor also came to me for the same purpose and the same words as you."

The rude voice imitated the "dead face" in his words: "He is more prestigious than you guys. With that ugly knife on his back, he brought two rows of guards into the shield area aggressively. He smashed it in front of me, staring at everyone who was dead, and said like a debt: "In the name of the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, I need the whereabouts of that prince."-Hahahahahaha, I am so scared! /

But there was only irony in the rude laughter, and the fear he was talking about could not be heard at all.

Thyls shivered slightly.

"You mean," on the other side, the third voice rang out, seeming to be in the same group as the cold voice before. He asked carefully, "That crazy meteorite, bring someone here. Looking for you?"

Meteor?

Hearing the familiar name, Thales pulled his thoughts back to the present, throwing away the unnecessary emotions.

It sounds...like the two parties are facing each other. The rude voice is one of the minority and the other is the majority.

"Ha, do you know how I answered him?" The rude and vicious voice sounded again, full of disdain: "You have to hear clearly, because I am also going to answer you like this..."

The next moment, it sounded like the owner of the rude voice, and he sipped at the ground: "Bah!"

"I **** cares about whether you are a meteorite or a star operator, or a grandfather or a grandfather—"

"All the **** eggs!"

(End of this chapter)