The whole tavern became quiet again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin and suddenly said: "In 'Dante's Great Sword', the agile-minded, skilled and promising Dean?"

Russell remained silent, while the driller nodded in acquiescence.

"Your informants... are buried deep enough." Ricky clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Well, Dante's big sword?" Boss Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

etc.

That means……

At that moment, the eyes of many mercenaries, including the kidnapped tavern owner Tampa, followed Ricky and turned to the other side, converging on the wide-eyed Thales and the dull-faced Quick Rope.

On the body.

What are you doing?

Thales, who was in the spotlight again, thought blankly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with suspicious eyes and whispered: "I remember, are these two people with Dante's big sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky watched the two of them with interest, seeming to realize something.

Facing everyone's scrutiny, Thales could only smile a subtle and embarrassed smile.

"You really have a good idea." Under the gaze of everyone, Thales maintained his expression, biting the fast rope without moving his lips and making a low voice of dissatisfaction: "Looking for 'professionals' to dispose of the body?"

He desperately controlled his gaze to avoid subconsciously looking at... the human-shaped sack at his feet.

"What should we do now?"

Next to Thales, the former Prince Exeter was also twitching his face, showing an embarrassed look that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Calm down, calm down," Kuai Sheng wiped his sweat and showed a flattering smile to the fierce-looking mercenaries around him:

"There will always be a way."

Guests outside the Blood Whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously had no spare time to care about the small things within these mercenaries.

Russell coughed:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable inside information..."

But at this moment, Ricky withdrew his attention from Thales and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the Sword of Disaster said calmly.

Following his words, the lights in the tavern swayed slightly, causing figures to rise and fall.

Ricky raised his head and smiled.

"We haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet."

Russell was stunned.

This man with an aristocratic air had a serious expression on his face and looked at the drill.

"When you informed me... I thought you had convinced them?"

The boy spread his hands and put on a helpless smile.

"Good things come in a long way."

Russell's brows wrinkled and relaxed, just in time to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"We have not reached any agreement, Mr. Vader," Ricky said with a smile: "In fact, we suddenly welcomed a group of uninvited guests like you on the eve of the operation, and you started to 'cooperate' with us... Until now,

We are still very 'surprised'."

Clay snorted softly, catering to Ricky's words.

The surrounding mercenaries held down their weapons one after another, their faces showing displeasure.

The driller raised his hand to Russell: "So you must be present in person, but I am not enough."

Seeing the unkind expressions on the Swords of Disaster's faces, Russell was slightly enlightened.

He read the atmosphere of the scene.

"All right."

He nodded and quickly collected his emotions, his tense face showing a sense of competence.

This made Thales inexplicably familiar.

"Everyone of the Blood Whistle, or Sword of Disaster," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we must reach such a consensus."

Ricky looked interested and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to rob the Prison of Bones," Russell looked around and raised his second finger with a serious expression: "And we aim to capture the Prince of the Stars."

"In the Blade Tooth Camp, these two things cannot be done separately."

Ricky narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you invade the Prison of Bones tonight," Russell said solemnly:

"In just a few hours, the entire Blade Fang camp will be awakened, and thousands of regular Kingdom armed forces will flood through here, bringing cordons, search teams, patrols, everything you can think of

Trouble. After that, it will be impossible for my people to take down the Star Prince."

Russell gestured to the drill, and the latter nodded humbly in approval.

Thales became even more confused about their relationship.

Russell changed the subject: "Similarly, if we kidnap the Star Prince tonight, before dawn, the alarm bells will sound in the camp, and any suspicious forces or gatherings, including mercenary groups, will be the first to be attacked by the Star People.

Target, it will be even more difficult for you to attack the Bone Cage at that time."

"The conclusion is clear: we are like two people tied to two ends of a rope. If we don't push in one direction, if we do our own thing regardless," Russell turned around and spoke with full force:

"That's just a waste of effort, no one can get what they want."

Ricky, Clay and others exchanged glances and saw the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, everyone, do you understand the reason why we came to our door uninvited and late at night?"

Russell ignored the weapons around him and said loudly:

"Do you also understand the need for us to cooperate with each other?"

No one answered him, only Diao Zi patted his left wrist with his right hand and smiled in support.

Ricky stared at the new guest with solemn eyes and said nothing for a long time.

Until Russell coughed impatiently and urged.

"You are very eloquent," Ricky said calmly, stroking his chin, "You don't look like someone from Shadow Shield."

"Vida...who are you?"

Russell paused for a moment and did not answer.

But the masked man beside Ricky spoke.

"I remembered."

The masked man glanced sideways at Russell and snorted: "Clay, you just said that this guy's last name seems to come from a small family under the command of Longxiao City?"

Clay snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companions.

The masked man said quietly: "Six years ago, King Nunn appointed a well-known low-level nobleman as Exeter's envoy to the Kingdom of Stars and entered the Renaissance Palace to pray for Mora who died in a foreign land.

Your prince seeks justice."

"The messenger's name is exactly the same as this guy's."

At this moment, Russell was slightly shocked!

But he wasn't the only one confused.

On the other side of the tavern, Thales hid his surprise with a low cough, and the fast rope next to him had an aggrieved look of "Why is it me again?"

Thales remembered.

Him, Tails Brightstar and Russell Vader.

It is indeed not the first time we have met.
To be continued...