Everyone else stared blankly at the terrifying black hole on Raphael's arm, and listened blankly to the Black Prophet's voice ringing in their ears, unable to react at all.

Thales' thoughts stopped at the brand mark on Raphael's hand and the unknown thing underneath it. The little slippery man grabbed his arm tightly, trembling slightly, not daring to look at the black hole.

One glance.

Huaiya stood in front of Thales with an ugly expression on his face, and unconsciously held down the single-edged sword at his waist. Rolf's expression was hidden under half of his mask, but his constantly twitching brows said everything.

Cohen opened his eyes wide and looked at the strange appearance of his old friend in shock, while Miranda stared at Raphael's arm, breathing disorderly.

"Communication category: Flying Squirrel," Raphael seemed very weak. He straightened up with a pale face, and while using his eyes to signal others to be calm, he said something that others could not understand about the strange black hole on his arm:

"The white gloves are stained with blood, and the double-edged spear has been broken."

Thales frowned slightly: Is this a password?

After Raphael finished speaking, the cell suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, the sharp teeth around the black hole suddenly started to squirm.

Almost everyone's breath tightened, and Huaiya was so nervous that he even unsheathed his sword.

The next moment, that ethereal but clear voice came from Raphael's arm again as the black hole moved:

"Who is there?" Black Prophet's voice was cold and authentic.

Raphael raised his head.

"The second prince, his entourage," Raphael's red eyes swept over the prince and the people behind him, and then over to Cohen and Miranda with complicated eyes: "And the two people I mentioned before."

The black hole became quiet again.

"Your Highness," Raphael's breathing calmed down, and the weakness when he opened the black hole from his arm seemed to have gradually disappeared: "requests to know the 'Dragon's Blood'."

Thales endured the nausea at the disgusting, sharp-toothed black hole—his tolerance for nausea has greatly increased since he met the Blood Magician—the prince took a breath and frowned.

He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"What exactly is this?"

Nothing could be seen inside the black hole, only a bottomless darkness, but Thales knew that it was definitely not Raphael's arms or flesh and blood.

Under the dim light, the prince looked at the black hole in disbelief and asked everyone's doubts: "Is that... Morat's voice?"

Raphael looked at him deeply and said nothing.

What answered him was the black hole that started to squirm again.

"Your Highness Thales," a hoarse voice came, but the person he was talking to was changed: "Do you know who I am?"

All eyes turned to the second prince.

Raphael nodded to him and pointed the black hole on his arm at Thales.

Thales did not look at the black hole, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He dismissed any distracting thoughts from his mind and forgot about the unpleasant encounter in Mindis Hall.

"Of course, Lord Hansen," Thales opened his eyes and said calmly to the black hole, "I am very impressed, I dare not or forget it."

Others looked at this scene with different expressions.

The black hole squirmed again, and Morat's hoarse and old sneer came from inside.

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, I'm not by your side," the Black Prophet's voice was like a poisonous snake's message, which made people feel uneasy: "Of course, you can also pretend that I am by your side - if this makes you feel at ease.

"

Thales showed an awkward and ugly smile.

Although he didn't know if the Black Prophet could see it.

"So, what do you want to know?" Black Prophet said slowly.

"Fifteen minutes," Raphael reminded silently, "don't forget their next inspection."

What do I want to know? - Thales clenched his fist slightly, his brain started working quickly, and scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Everything," he raised his head and said without hesitation: "About this operation of Lumba, about the death of King Nun - I want to know everything that the secret department has."

There was laughter coming from the black hole.

Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with very uncomfortable expressions.

"Okay," finally, the Black Prophet's voice became brighter, although it was still unpleasant: "Where should I start?"

Thales didn't speak, he was waiting for Morat.

"Well, there is a good time," the black prophet on the other end said softly: "The Year of Blood."

Hearing that term again, Thales felt his heart start beating again.

Miranda and Raphael both raised their heads and looked at each other silently, reading emotions that only each other could understand.

"During the most difficult time of the stars, a count from the Black Sand Territory brought Exeter's credentials, or declaration of war." The Black Prophet's voice was as hoarse and ugly as ever, but surprisingly calm: "That person

The earl has just become famous in the Northland - he followed the traditional and cruel ancient customs of the Northland, stepped over his brother's corpse, and seized the inheritance rights of the Grand Duke of Black Sand."

Thales felt Little Slippery's grip on his hand tighten slightly.

"When he told the entire court Nuln's request, when the war between the dragon and the stars was inevitable," Morat's words continued: "The late king detained the envoy of Exeter——

The identity of the heir to the Black Sand Territory must be very suitable to be used as a bargaining chip in the war."

Thales clenched his fists slightly. The story Lumba told in the carriage was cut off from the day he went on his mission to the stars. But what the prince did not expect was that he could actually hear the follow-up from the Black Prophet's mouth.

Just listen to the Black Prophet continue: "However, a wise His Highness, after combined with the investigation of the secret department, concluded that the purpose of Longxiao City is to use our hands to execute Charmaine Lombard - King Nun probably hates him for this.

A nephew who killed his brother."

Thales' eyebrows moved: Your wise highness?

"So, after a secret conversation, Charmaine Lombard was successfully 'escaped' under the 'rescue' of his subordinates," the Black Prophet let out a hoarse laugh, as if he enjoyed the memory: "His Royal Highness Midir told me

, he saw something unusual in the eyes of the young Earl of Lombard."

Midir Shining Star.

Thales extracted this name from his memories: the eldest son and crown prince of the late king, his uncle.

"Unusual?" Thales frowned slightly: "You mean Rumba's hatred for Nunn VII, Walton and Longxiao City?"

Morat's emotionless snort came from the black hole, which seemed to be mocking and sarcastic.

"Throughout the ages, every Grand Duke of Exeter has hated the person sitting on the joint throne. It may not be Walton or Lumba," the Black Prophet said hoarsely: "But why is it only Charmaine?

?I think His Highness Midir has his own reasons."

"A seed was buried like this and grew in the dark for twelve years," Morat seemed to be sighing: "Even though Midir can no longer see it."

Thales' nerves became tense.

"Wait a minute, the connection between the secret department and Lomba started twelve years ago?" The second prince raised his head in surprise: "Then why didn't you stop his plot to assassinate Morar and prevent the war between the two countries?

Crisis? And Broken Dragon Fortress..."

His response was interrupted by the Black Prophet.

"Contact? You misunderstood," the hoarse voice in the black hole hummed: "Rumba has always been independent and free, and the secret department neither bribed nor controlled him: that is the most efficient method."

"This is a tacit understanding."

"We did not interact with each other for twelve years and turned a blind eye to each other."

"But when the time comes, we will open our eyes together from dormancy and see each other in the boundless darkness."

The Black Prophet's words became colder and colder. At that moment, Thales even felt that there was a ferocious beast hunting at the other end of the black hole.

No, it's a venomous snake.

In the dark cell, Thales stared blankly at the black hole in Raphael's hand without saying a word.

Opposite him, Cohen let out a long sigh, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Damn conspiracy." The security officer muttered in a low voice.

No one paid attention to him, everyone was listening to the words of the Black Prophet:

"Since your highness's identity was established, especially after you were assassinated under Broken Dragon Fortress..."

"Lumba and Perfitt's conspiracy to break Walton's throne monopoly has been exposed," Morat from the other end of the black hole laughed coldly:

"The secret science knows: the time has come."

Thales bit his lower lip lightly and exhaled: "Since then, have you known that Perfitt did it? Do you also know about Lomba's plan?"

The Black Prophet sneered but did not answer.

It was Raphael who answered him.

"No, we don't care about the truth and details." The young man from the secret department held his right arm and looked at the hideous black hole on his arm quietly. "What we care about is very simple and pure, and that is 'Ek

It's an ironclad fact.

"Yes, we are not only cooperating with Lumba," Raphael lowered his head and whispered with an unclear expression: "We also provided him with the only help, which is also the most critical part of his plan."
To be continued...