Under the dim light of the eternal lamp, the soldiers roughly escorted Thales and Little Slippery, who had their hands tied behind their backs, into the cell next to Cohen.

Listening to the sound of the thick iron door being locked, Thales whispered a few words of comfort to Liushenwuzhu's little slippery head, then turned his head and looked around through the fence.

Prison cell, why do you feel that I have a special connection with this place?

There were only three prisoners bound - Huaiya, and a man and a woman hidden in the darkness, all of whom stared at Thales in disbelief.

However, there were six guards. They stared at the prisoners in the cell with ferocious expressions and extreme vigilance.

Thales squeezed the hand behind his back slightly, feeling sad: his dagger was taken away.

He gave up the only drier corner in the cell to Little Slippery, and leaned against the wall, sitting down on the damp and dirty ground.

"Why are you here, Waia?" Thales looked carefully at the young man in the cell opposite him, and asked solemnly: "Where are Putilai, Rolf, and the other people in the mission?

?”

Could it be that all of them...

Huaiya's face darkened.

"The mute, Lord Ada, and some soldiers were sent out to search for you, Your Highness," the prince's attendant's face was full of scratches and bruises, and his clothes were damaged. "As for Mr. Putilai,

They should still be waiting for news from us in the Palace of Heroes."

Thales frowned and began to think.

"No talking," a tall guard who looked like a leader walked to their cell with his sword in hand and said in a bad tone, "Do you want me to teach you how to shut up?"

Huaiya looked at him angrily, gritting his teeth.

Thales ignored him and saw the second prince raised his head and continued to ask: "Then how did you get caught..."

Wyatt was about to answer, but he was interrupted.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the harsh sound of metal friction, the guard unceremoniously pulled out a section of the sword blade.

He held the hilt of the sword at his waist and interrupted Thales coldly: "Kid, I warned you..."

"No talking!"

Little Slippery's face turned pale with fright. She moved behind Thales and pushed the prince's back with her shoulder, signaling him to stop talking.

Thales sighed.

He slowly stood up from the wall and looked directly at the guard.

"Exeter?"

The tall guard was slightly startled:

"What?"

Thales looked at the leader-looking guard calmly, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

"I'm asking you," the second prince said calmly: "Are you from Exeter, soldier?"

The guard in patrol uniform frowned.

"You were sent to guard me," Thales shook his head slowly and looked around at the surrounding soldiers: "So, you are insiders?"

"Including leaving no escape route, regardless of sacrifice, trekking all the way from the Black Sand Territory to come here at any cost, and following Lumba to kill your king?"

The other five guards heard this and couldn't help but turn their heads and look over with different expressions.

The guard who looked like a leader suddenly turned a little ugly.

"Kill the king?"

The prisoner in the next cell, a blond young man, opened his mouth in surprise: "So what Croash said is true..."

"Shut up, Cohen." A young girl in the cell opposite interrupted him coldly.

When Thales heard a familiar female voice, his heart moved and he looked at the young girl.

she is……

The atmosphere in the cell became solemn.

"You," the guard leader said with a sullen face, his eyes full of complex emotions and his brows twitching: "You don't know anything, kid."

"But you know it yourself," Thales stared straight into his eyes without flinching: "When you picked up your weapons and walked into Longxiao City, when you saw the king's body, you felt so at ease.

, no obstacles?”

The two guards looked hesitant and turned their heads one after another, no longer looking this way.

"That's enough, you self-righteous prince," the guard leader noticed the actions of his subordinates. His face changed and he struggled a little: "If you think that we will..."

"I'm not asking for anything from you," Thales shook his head slightly and sighed: "Perhaps you all have no choice but to obey orders... but you are Northerners after all."

"And Northland shouldn't be like this."

The guard's expression froze, and complex emotions flashed across his eyes.

Thales raised his head again and looked at the guard leader with clear eyes: "I only ask for one thing."

The guard leader pursed his lips, stared at Thales, and frowned slightly.

"Before I am executed as a murderer," Thales sighed with a gloomy expression:

"Let me talk to them for a while."

The leader of the guard's eyes were fixed in the air, and his hand pressed again and again on the sword that was half unsheathed.

After a few seconds, he seemed to have come to his senses and turned to look at his colleagues and subordinates.

But everyone else had turned away, with different expressions.

Finally, the leader of the guards snorted coldly.

"Keng!"

He put away the blade, closed his eyes and turned around, just like his colleagues, no longer paying attention to Thales.

Thales took a deep breath.

"Thank you," the second prince said sincerely with a tired expression, "Northlander."

The pain all over his body hit him, and he wanted to sit down slowly along the wall.

But out of the corner of his eye, the prince caught a glimpse of the absent-minded little naughty girl. The poor girl shrank back into the corner, staring blankly at the empty ground.

Thales felt sad.

Thinking of the predicament he was in, Thales shook his head, braced himself, and moved to the fence.

It's not over yet.

Can't rest.

"What is this place?" Thales leaned against the thick wooden fence and observed everything around him.

Compared with the dungeon of Manor Manor, this cell seems relatively simple, with only two eternal lamps burning a small amount of eternal oil.

strangeness.

"I don't know, Your Highness," Huaiya's face appeared behind the cell opposite, full of anxiety and anger: "We, we encountered an ambush, and then our heads were covered..."

Thales frowned slightly: "'We'? You mean..."

Before Thales could continue, in the cell next door, a handsome young man who was firmly tied to death with chains was already struggling to move his head over.

"Your Highness!"

The poor prisoner seemed to be enduring severe pain as he gasped: "Your Highness Thales, I am Cohen, Cohen Karabiyan."

"You may not know me, but I am the security officer and patrol leader of the royal capital - I mean Yongxing City..."

Thales looked at his face, and a scene from the past came to mind.

Karabyan.

It's him.

But how could he...

"I recognize you, a member of the Twin Towers Longsword Family," Thales looked at Cohen thoughtfully, his eyes passing through his blond hair: "I still remember that you almost met your father in the Hall of Stars.

Fight."

Cohen's face froze, and he even forgot about the severe pain in his right arm.

That was the first impression he made on the heir to the kingdom?

"It's an honor to meet you again, and your attendant, the respected second prince, His Highness Thales," Cohen said with a depressed face, glanced at Huaiya who snorted with disdain, and then looked at listlessly.

To the little girl behind Thales: "And this young lady must be..."

"Um," Cohen frowned, looked at Thales' age, then looked at the girl's age, and said doubtfully: "Your Highness, Princess?"

The female swordsman opposite Cohen raised her eyebrows and burst into laughter.
To be continued...