Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 85: Even your majesty, especially your majesty

The latest website: Thales walked out of the interrogation cell of Anke numbly, in a trance.

In front of Raphael and Nob, he still instinctively maintained the dignity and dignity as the Duke of Star Lake, and his every move was graceful and steady-he still remembered everything that happened in the interrogation room, and remembered his words and deeds. How the power status rather than the specific content has far-reaching impact and the consequences are hard to undo.

This is his luck, and even more of his curse.

But when the two of the secret department came forward and asked the prince "what did he say to you" respectfully (but doubts can be overcome)...

"Nothing," Thales only remembered that his voice was calm and composed, as always:

"He was just unwilling and begging to survive."

Neither Raphael nor Nob said anything.

However, Skeleton’s sight stayed on him longer.

Nob looked around and looked more serious.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

【The carriage will disperse, what do you want? 】

[Hold on to your sword. 】

The words that the dying Anke tried his best to tore from his throat, haunted his heart like tarsus maggots, reverberating and deafening.

"Please follow me, Your Highness, the exit is here."

In front of Thales, who is not in his mind, Nob respectfully salutes, humble and low-key:

"According to the rules, we cannot go back the same way."

But Raphael appeared before him and Thales and glanced at Nob indifferently:

"I just send him out."

Nob smiled and nodded without refuting it. Gomez behind him looked at the two of them back and forth, occasionally taking a sneaky glance at Thales.

But Thales doesn't care.

The teenager just remembered that he politely and humbly thanked Nob and Gomez at that time, and under their respectful and obedient or flattered eyes, he left mechanically.

"You said, you only started the interrogation today?" Raphael stared at Nob with a calm face.

"Yes." Nob smiled and nodded as he watched the prince leaving behind.

Raphael glanced at Anke, who had passed out.

"Really lucky."

The Desolate Man said coldly and turned to follow the prince:

"What a coincidence."

Nob saluted Raphael without being humble.

Only when the opponent's figure disappeared, his eyes became deep and strange.

"Very well, this troublesome prince is finally gone." Wiped his sweat, like the fat Gomez who had finished his exam, he pulled his apron, shaking with fat, and turned to look at the naked Anke , Happily picked up a pair of pliers:

"Now we can go back to the topic, see I won't squeeze him dry..."

"Gomez."

"Yes?"

Nob turned his head, expressionless:

"Stop."

Gomez walked towards Anke holding his vise, and froze when he was half laughing:

"Okay, I'm here—Huh?"

Nob looked indifferent and walked towards the unconscious Anke on crutches:

"From now on, don't give him a hard sentence, don't use a soft sentence like sleep deprivation, and even give him pain relief if necessary."

Gomez was puzzled:

"Then...what should I ask?"

Nob shook his head:

"Just as we are the police officers now, it is enough to stop the interrogation on language."

Working together for a long time, Gomez read the other person’s calm but determined tone, hesitating a little:

"But we finally returned to the royal capital, and finally encountered this big case in the Kansai famine, if we don't take this opportunity to make a contribution..."

"We have done our best."

Nob looked into the darkness outside the door, then leaned over to observe their prisoners, his eyes flickering:

"Just now."

Already done something?

Gomez blinked, unwillingly he wants to fight again:

"But you said, this guy must have some reservations or concealment, maybe there is an anecdote? The previous interrogator has almost broken him, we have to rush him to completely break or be sent Ask for something before the gallows and let Lord Hansen—"

"No," Nob interrupted him again, straightening up with a cane, "Trust me."

"He will not die."

Under Gomez's puzzled eyes, Nob glanced at Anke, who was scarred and bruised all over, said quietly:

"Not today."

Tyles walked blankly in the dark underground corridor of Secret Science.

But he felt that he was standing on the ghost prince tower in the Bladeya camp, with the cold wind and flying sand, his palms were cold.

[He told me, in case I had to use this chip...]

Raphael walked in front of him, leading the way, his back faint.

[Be sure to give it to you...]

They didn't go back the same way, but walked through level after level, and shuttled through the maze of underground corridors.

But Thales didn't care anymore.

[It can only be handed to you. 】

Thyls clenched his fists.

Why.

His eyes traversed the pitch black in the corridor, and projected into the Western Wilderness thousands of miles away in a daze. The aristocratic man with abominable look, maverick, and often likes to laugh maliciously.

Just a few months ago, he was still talking in front of him and giving directions.

Being unique, worrying about the country and the people.

But.

Why?

He is the man behind Anke.

He gave the bargaining chip that could suppress the princes of the Western Wilderness and destroy the Great Wall in his own hands.

In the hands of...Can Xing.

Tyles clenched his teeth.

He didn't understand at first, and he was anxious.

But when he wakes up a little bit, he becomes more anxious, restless, and uneasy.

Why?

Cyril Falkenhauser.

This self-righteous and sophisticated old bastard.

Why did he do this.

Who does he think he is?

What power does he have?

What's the point of him!

He——

"Wow, Morat's snake boy."

A male voice with a northern accent came from behind a prison door, dragging Thales back to reality:

"Long time no see."

Faced with the tone of an old acquaintance, Raphael walked past the cell quickly, unconsciously.

Snake cub.

Hearing this, Thales, who was in a trance, felt an inexplicable familiarity--when he was still in Exeter, Grand Duke Olesiu of Welland often called him "Little Viper of the Stars." .

What's more, the prisoner who said this still had a northern accent.

It's as if he is back in time.

Returning to the years of Longxiao City where he was able to support despite the hardships and hardships, without many worries, and even able to make fun in the pain...

Longxiao City.

Tyles' pupils trembled.

He stopped in his footsteps.

Raphael noticed the difference, frowning and turning back.

Tyles slowly turned around and looked at the iron prison door where the sound was heard.

There was a small gate open on the door, and the rare inextinguishable light in the corridor faintly shone the vague figure out of the gate.

"How honored is it that you come here?"

Tyles' eyes slowly enlarged.

He took a deep breath, and went one step further, wanting to probe the figure behind the iron gate.

Until a hand stretches out abruptly from behind.

"Qiang!"

Raphael appeared in front of him, violently pulled the iron gate and shut it firmly.

"Wrong way, Your Highness," If there is nothing wrong with the Bone Man:

"The way out is ahead."

Tyles stood in front of the cell, staring at the closed iron gate.

"Why?"

The prince’s voice unconsciously brought a hint of coldness:

"Why close it?"

Raphael kept smiling and asked back

"Why did you stop?"

Thyls was silent for a moment, his eyes rested on the iron gate.

"Open it." He said calmly.

Raphael chuckled softly, his attitude was casual and cynical:

"Just an annoying prisoner..."

Tyles looked around. There were many such cramped cells in this small corridor, but obviously, only this one was the prisoner.

Detained alone.

"Open it, Raphael." Thales repeated calmly.

The atmosphere is slightly solemn.

Raphael was silent for a second, his smile gradually disappeared, and he replied in an official tone:

"His Royal Highness, this is the chief criminal and internal affairs of the secret department..."

Thyls didn't let him go on, the prince slowly bit the words, his voice was cold:

"I order you, Raphael: open, open, it."

Raphael frowned:

"According to the rules of Secret Section, Your Highness,..."

Tyles sharpened his eyes and yelled with a gaffe:

"Fuck, just open it!"

At that moment, the depression and grievances felt in Secret Core all turned into anger, exploding in his chest.

Faced with the sudden explosion of the prince, Raphael's expression remained unchanged, his eyes gradually settled.

Thyls didn't want to be patient anymore. He stepped forward and couldn't help but pull the handle and pull the iron gate away!

"Keng!"

The sound of metal crashing echoed in the corridor.

Raphael didn't stop him, only his eyes were cold.

"What's the matter, pull," the voice just sounded again, mockingly:

"It’s been too long. Would you like me to have a good meal?"

A face full of stubble appeared at the gate, casting a cold look at Raphael.

The moment he saw the other person's looks, Thales opened his eyes wide.

"Gu?"

Shock and doubt flooded Thales' heart at the same time, forcing him to speak silently:

"Is it you?"

Behind the gate, the face full of Far Eastern characteristics was slightly stiff.

The prisoner turned to Thales, slightly puzzled.

Raphael's face sank, and he exhaled imperceptibly.

Yes.

The incredible Thales carefully looked at every inch of the faces of the prisoners in the Far East, overwhelming the doubts about the voices of the prisoners, and thoroughly confirmed the speculations he had just made.

It's him.

It is indeed him.

Six years ago, the butcher shop owner in Longxiao City, the man from the Far East who gave him a refuge and a meal in the desperate morning after the Night of Dragon Blood.

"It's you, Gu."

Thyls was dumbfounded and authentic.

In an instant, Longxiao City, Xichi Avenue, butcher shop, small slicker...the past scenes have emerged before you.

But--

"Who are you again?"

Through the narrow gate, the sloppy-looking Far Eastern man looked at Thales and gave Rafael a cheer:

"His concubine who is thinking about it, but can't ask for it?"

Raphael gave a cold snort and didn't answer.

"I..."

Tyles looked at his deceased person, watching him nest in this narrow and claustrophobic cell, feeling complicated and unspeakable.

He took a deep breath.

"Six and a half dollars, remember?"

Six and a half dollars.

In that second, the prisoner's eyes slowly solidified.

He reconsidered the neat and quaintly dressed young boy who was only half a head shorter than Raphael. He gradually realized his mind and then became relieved.

"Oh," Gu turned around, his face disappeared from the gate, and there was a muffled noise from the iron gate: "It's you."

"So you escaped, little prince—maybe no longer young."

His words are full of melancholy and emotion:

"You and your little maid are not in the hands of the cunning Kangmas."

The little prince.

Kangmus people.

Gu's words evoked Thales' memories.

It seems that he is sitting in the butcher shop six years ago again, picking up the table with Xiao Shuatou and holding up the bowl, sipping the broth deeply.

Raphael exhaled from his nose, obviously unpleasant.

"What happened?"

Thyls rushed to the iron gate and asked urgently:

"Gu, why are you..."

Thyls spoke.

Wait.

Gu, his impression of himself still stays six years ago, at the moment when Marquis Schlese took away the prince and the little slippery head.

Tyles' pupils slowly dilated.

He doesn't know what happened to him after that night.

Not to mention that the Second Prince of the Stars later spread folk stories.

That means...

Thyls frowned and stared at the darkness behind the gate.

Gu Man's disdainful laugh came from behind the iron gate.

Tyles took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and asked Raphael beside him as calmly as possible:

"He was imprisoned six years ago."

The prince spoke with difficulty:

"Why?"

Raphael lifted his arms, his expression sinking slightly.

"Six years?"

Gu's voice sounded, surprised and self-deprecating.

"Damn it, there is no sun reference, the calculation time is really inaccurate."

Thyls felt very emotional.

He thought of the guard prisoners in the Bone Prison, and remembered the sigh of the vicissitudes of life after each of them knew the length of the detention.

"Your important tasks are over, Your Highness," Raphael said coldly:

"There is no need for extra knots at all."

Gu's sneer came again.

Tyles suppressed the strange feeling and tried to think calmly and rationally.

Six years ago...

After parting with himself, something must have happened to Gu.

Let him live here, jailed.

The crime of Hell River came uninvited, flooding Thales's brain, washing his memory, and washing out an old scene.

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

The day he escaped from Longxiao City, Putilai's words in the secret path sounded in his ears.

[No, 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. 】

Thyls looked up sharply.

"That night, Raphael."

He looked at Raphael, staring at the dark red eyes of the opponent:

"In Longxiao City, that night of dragon blood," the prince gritted his teeth lightly and directly asked the key:

"Except for disasters, except for Rumba, except for things in the Palace of Valor..."

"What else did you do?"

"What does it have to do with him... and Gu."

But Raphael remained motionless, only his expression was deep.

"What did you do?"

The one who answered the young man was the Far Easterner with a northern accent, full of sarcasm:

"What else can they do?"

"As always, adhering to the fine tradition of secret science, even the leftover bones of the dog will not let go."

Tyles and Raphael turned their heads to look at the cell at the same time. The former was surprised and the latter was gloomy.

"Just like what they did to everyone, including you."

Gu sneered and called out the name of the boy:

"Prince Thales."

Tyles' eyes changed and he was about to speak, but Raphael spoke first, his tone alienated:

"I really want to answer your question, Your Highness, but this is not my case."

Tyles' complexion sank.

"It's not a fart," Gu snorted behind the door, piercing Raphael's words:

"Six years ago, wasn't you the first to find me."

Tyles squinted at Raphael.

This is not the first time he has rejected himself today.

The Desolate Man looked at the darkness behind the gate with terrifying eyes:

"His Royal Highness, it is an exception for you to contact the culprit in private, don't let it go..."

"Lord Hanson said it!"

Thyls suddenly said loudly, interrupting Raphael:

"The reason why I don't match up with you is that we will always do our own things, and we will never get through."

Raphael did not speak.

But Thales stared deeply at his red eyes, as if to tear the world behind his pupils:

"Now is a good opportunity for change."

The Far Easterners behind the door laughed, half mocking, half disdain.

Raphael was still calm and calm, silently bearing the prince's sharp eyes that could almost break through the iron wall.

"Not here, not now." He said lightly.

In the dim corridor, Thales and Raphael stood on either side of the iron prison door, silently facing each other.

The unextinguished lights stretched their shadows, like two car tracks, extending in parallel.

The gate on the door was between them, claustrophobic and dark, bottomless.

"He helped me, and I owe him my life."

Tyles only felt that he was extremely calm. The sin of the river of prison ran through every blood vessel, making him more and more clearly aware of the location of this small corridor.

As if standing outside his oil painting.

Staring at the universe in the painting.

"If he is locked up, I must know why." Thales's tone was cold, but it meant that he couldn't refuse.

That night.

That crucial night.

That not only reversed the future fate of the two big countries, but also determined the political situation of the world, it may still be a night of turbulent waves, burying countless secrets.

That made Putila feel suspicious, and even had to avoid the supervision of the secret department and warned Thales in private.

Obviously, Gu is one of the puzzle pieces.

Raphael's momentum slowly changed, from round to random to sharp and dangerous, causing Thales to sting slightly.

At that moment, standing in front of him was no longer the young man Raphael who had rescued him from prison six years ago and then left his life to go to the Palace of Valor with him.

It is the secret agent with mysterious identity and unpredictable intentions, terrifying and dangerous methods, and the Bone Killer.

But Thales didn't take a step back, just met the opponent's eyes firmly.

"If you want to show compassion, then maybe you also need to know."

Raphael's voice is low, but there is an inexplicable harshness, and the warning is very obvious:

"He killed us and owes us many lives."

Hurt us.

Thyls was silent for a second.

"I'm not going to let him go," the prince looked a little dark, but his words were soft but hard, gradually increasing:

"I just want to ask something about the secrets of the Canstar royal family."

Raphael squinted his eyes.

"Knowing and keeping the secret," he plainly but surely said the creed of the former chief of secret department, the creed left by the "wisdom" Halva Karabyan for secret department:

"Myke's responsibility."

Thyls stared sharply.

"You missed the first sentence."

The prince is tit-for-tat, speaking coldly:

"You are the'eyes and ears of the king'."

Raphael snorted coldly.

"When you are crowned king," The Desolate Man's answer made the atmosphere more cold and solemn:

"It's not too late."

Crown as king.

Thyls has no expression on his face.

But inside his body, the crime of Hell River began to boil again, turning anger and coldness into dangerous weapons.

Raphael frowned immediately--his hands were unconsciously tightened.

"You are wrong, your prince who has grown up."

However, at this moment, Gu's voice sounded at the right time, inserting this unfriendly conversation, still full of irony and disdain:

"You and Secret Division are not in harmony, it's not because you are in trouble."

Thyls and Raphael turned their heads together.

The face of the Far Easterner reappeared on the gate. He tapped the iron gate lightly, full of contempt:

"It's because you are still a person."

He looked deeply at the Bone Man, his eyes cold.

"It's not... a monster."

Raphael did not move his expression, but the corners of his mouth slowly tightened.

"Do you know, Prince?"

Gu laughed suddenly and said to Thales pretentiously:

"Six years ago, in a hotel in Longxiao City, Spear District..."

The next moment, Raphael's arm turned into an afterimage and pressed the iron gate!

Thyls shot quickly!

But the moment the two of them touched their skin, Thales' expression changed:

The majestic strength and obvious tingling, as well as a strange sense of blood and blood, came from the hand at the same time.

This is--

"Boom!"

Rough metal strikes sounded in the corridor!

Thyls looked at the scene in front of him with an iron face:

He squeezed the Desolate Man's wrist tightly, but he could not stop the opponent from pulling the iron gate again, shutting Gu's ironic expression into the darkness again.

He lost.

The crime of the prison river roared and flowed quickly, resolving the numbness and pain in Thales' hands.

Thyls looked up angrily:

"Open it."

But Raphael's arm is like cast copper and iron, firmly pressed to the handle of the iron gate.

"His Royal Highness, we have a good relationship and we have lived and died together," The Bone Man said quietly:

"Please don't make it difficult for me."

The crime of the prison river boiled again, and Thales gritted his teeth, but Raphael's arm remained motionless, like a boundless black hole, silently bearing all the power that Thales could activate.

A few seconds later, Thales, who knew he was invincible, exhaled from his nose and let go of the opponent.

The sins of Hell River painfully receded from his hand, leaving an unwilling roar.

"I think I know," the second prince pierced Raphael's eyes like a sword:

"Why can't you and Miranda be together."

The Huangguren's eyes changed slightly.

"It's definitely not because of your identity."

Tyers said coldly:

"Just because of you, because of you."

"Raphael Lindbergh."

Raphael didn't move, even his expression froze.

Looking at the other person's expression, Thales began to think silently.

Gu didn't finish speaking.

But that is enough.

The information revealed by the people of the Far East, like a puzzle that has been lost for many years, has been brought into the mind of Thales Pentium.

Enough for him to spell out the next clue.

Next chip.

[Listen well, Your Highness, what I want to say next is Gilbert's polite old fox, who will never say anything to you. 】

Putilai sounded a warning in his mind with deep suspicion:

[It won't be what the secret branch of mysterious anomaly will tell you. 】

[Remember, Your Highness. 】

[On this matter, don't trust anyone...]

"Hotel."

Thyls looked at Raphael silently:

"Gu said, that hotel in the Spear District."

Sure enough, he saw with satisfaction that Raphael changed color slightly.

The Waste Bone Man said in a deep voice: "That was his unpredictable and unkind intentions, trying to provoke discord and disturb your mind."

Thyls smiled.

"But you told me that the secret branch headquarters in Longxiao City, which is the chess and card room in the spear area I evacuated, was also a hotel six years ago."

Raphael's hand is still pressed on the iron gate, his face is like ice:

"I haven't said it."

Tyles stepped forward and curled up his lips contemptuously:

"Then you forgot."

Raphael's eyes flashed.

The handle of the iron gate deformed in his knuckles, making the sound of metal bending.

Thyls frowned. He looked at the delicate white hands of the Desolate Man, remembering that the opponent broke into jail and took six lives with one sword.

"Impossible," Raphael froze, slowly biting his words:

"Where did you hear it?"

Thyls didn't think about the power under the opponent's hand, and faced Raphael's dark red eyes again.

"Karen Booker."

The name appeared from Thales, making Raphael's eyes colder.

Thyls knew that he had taken the right step, and the strangeness was here.

So the prince prevailed and pursued:

"He is not only the owner of that hotel, but also a special intelligence officer of the Kingdom Secret Division who has been lurking in Longxiao City for 20 years. In that chaotic day, he died of looting."

This time, Raphael was silent for a long while, only then he paused and spoke softly:

"Who told you?"

Tyles thought of the secret branch headquarters in the spear area of ​​Longxiao City and the secret passage for him to escape from his control.

"I met Booker when I was in Longxiao City. He is a good man, but he can never die of robbery."

Raphael snorted coldly:

"You were running for your life all day, it is impossible to know him."

Thyls did not show any weakness:

"I know many people."

"And you, you are just too ignorant."

This sentence learned from Ricky kept Raphael silent for a long time.

"This is of no avail, my lord," Raphael stopped struggling with this topic, his eyes shifted to the cell where Gu was held:

"We are sorry for your excessive request."

Looking at the wild bones who didn't get in, Thales became more irritable.

He will not cooperate.

Like Secret, they have never liked the prince, let alone obedience.

The prince came to this conclusion.

But at this moment, Thales remembered what the Black Prophet had just said:

[It doesn't matter whether you like me or not. 】

[The important thing is, if you don’t like me, can you surpass the established position of me and you, and bring real utility under your control. 】

At that moment, Thales looked at the unfriendly Bone Man, clenched his fists, and then slowly relaxed.

"Yeah, you are right."

"You can't do it."

The Duke of Xinghu lifted his chin slightly, as if he didn't care about the other party's performance:

"Maybe I should go to Nob."

After saying that, Thales turned around without hesitation and walked towards the path.

Raphael stayed behind, staring at the young man's back, his eyebrows tightening.

Thyls went as usual, but deliberately increased his pace, and his footsteps echoed in the dark and suppressed corridor, step by step, like a drum of war.

Raphael's eyes became more and more frozen.

One second, two seconds, the prince's figure slowly blurred in the dark.

In fact, Thales knew that what Raphael was unwilling or unable to do for him, Norbu, who had been away from secret science for many years and returned to the royal capital for the first time, might not be able to do it.

But.

The prince got rid of the extra burden in his thoughts and strode forward, remembering the most effective way of bargaining that he saw on the streets in the age of beggars.

Finally, when Thales reaches the tenth step...

"Your Highness!"

Tyles stopped in good time.

Turning his back to Raphael, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Thyls turned his head, his expression still deep.

Raphael released the hand holding the iron gate, but did not open it, but walked towards Thales step by step.

"This matter, no matter who you find is useless."

The Huangguren is indifferent:

"Even your Majesty."

Thyls's mood sank.

Your Majesty.

Damn it.

[His Royal Highness, you must do this, and you should do it...]

[The truth about the Scarlet Year, about your own life experience, can only be discovered, tracked, and verified by you. 】

Thinking of Putila’s warning, Thales took a deep breath and tried not to think about the figure on the throne:

"Then I would love to try and see what my father says."

Thyls turned around again to leave.

Just now.

"Surriton!"

Raphael's words floated among the walls, successfully stopping Thales.

Surriton.

Surriton?

The long-heard name resounded, and Thales changed slightly.

Whether it was the old shadow in the sunset bar, or the horror that jumped down from the cliff of the sky, all came to mind at this moment.

"What do you mean?"

As if time slowed down, the second prince slowly turned his head and spoke in a deep voice.

Raphael stood in front of him, took a deep breath, and seemed to use great perseverance to make up his mind.

"The Far Easterner you care about, Gu..."

The Huangguren speak softly:

"He is a solid ally of the Sulliton family. For more than a decade, he has been secretly working for the'King Killing Family'."

Gu.

Raphael said he was...what is it?

Tyles' expression remained the same~IndoMTL.com~ but his eyes slowly enlarged.

The King Killing Family...

Allies?

"Do you understand?"

Raphael returned to calm, looking at Thales’ gray eyes:

"It's no use you can find anyone in this matter."

"Even your Majesty."

The Wild Bone Man squinted his eyes, biting his words like iron, and his words like a knife:

"Especially Your Majesty."

When going out, the codeword will be slower

(End of this chapter)