"That's enough!"

Ricky raised his voice and ordered the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.

He looked at the three of them impatiently: "I don't care about your internal grudges, whether it's the darkroom or Exeter."

Russell and Dean looked at each other and both looked away.

"You three, tell me," Ricky's patience seemed to have reached its limit, "Prince of the Stars...where is he?"

Thales' nerves tightened again!

On the other hand, Quick Rope, who had just escaped Dean's sight, sighed and patted his chest.

Dean snorted and turned around:

"What does he have to do with you?"

As soon as this statement came out, no matter it was Drill, Russell, or the Sword of Disaster, they all frowned.

Ricky tilted his gaze slightly, a cold light appearing in his eyes.

"That's right, that bullshit prince is none of our business."

"But it's related to whether we can get assistance from our allies," Ricky said, and the drill guy across from him smiled and bowed in time: "So it's none of our business."

Ricky's tone became colder and colder, making people have the urge to retreat: "You've always been very smart, Dean, so you'd better understand: now, we are in control of this place, including who can come in, who can

Can go out."

"Whoever can walk out must go out lying down."

"Understand?"

Following his words, the Swords of Disaster all pulled out their weapons: "Whoa!"

Dean looked stern.

He looked around with a solemn expression, observing the iron-walled tavern and feeling the malicious eyes of the mercenaries.

No.

Thales sighed inwardly: They still have too many people.

Finally, Dean breathed out and his tone relaxed.

"All right."

"Your plan, that prince," Dean said reluctantly: "The darkroom must be involved. Even if he is handed over to King Charmaine, it must pass through our hands..."

Russell's face tightened: "If the darkroom is still Exter's, then you shouldn't..."

"boom!"

There was a loud bang of a heavy hand hitting the table.

Let Thales and the fast rope tremble together.

"That's your problem," Ricky refused word for word, his tone at this moment like winter frost:

"I don't give a damn."

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense like a string being pulled.

"I don't care which of you captures that prince, I don't care if you grill him or eat him alive, skin him or break his bones, kill him or fuck him, but do you know... whoever stops us from accomplishing our goal is

Our enemy."

"Dead enemy."

"And if you become the mortal enemy of the inheritor outside the tower..."

"Trust me, you don't want that."

Ricky glanced at Russell and Dean, his eyes filled with dead silence, which made the latter two tremble in their hearts.

"So I'm asking you one last time, Dean."

Ricky's face became increasingly ugly. Beside him, the masked man and Clay looked at each other, and the latter stretched out his hand towards the "dark light".

"Where is that prince named Thales?"

Dean clenched his fists.

Beads of sweat slipped from his forehead.

"Everyone..."

The familiar sound of persuading people to fight sounded again.

"Who the prince belongs to in the end is all a matter of operation method. We can discuss it later," the driller smiled and walked between Ricky and Dean. "The top priority is to determine the whereabouts of Prince Thales."

“Never discuss how sweet honey is before it’s in your mouth.”

The driller looked at Dean and then at Russell, his smile still gentle: "Do we agree?"

Dean just pursed his lips, while Russell's whole body tensed up.

On the other side, Ricky looked at them coldly, and Clay beside him slowly touched the hilt of his sword.

Time seems to have stood still.

Even the sound seemed to have been turned off by someone.

Thales could only hear countless heartbeats, which became more and more rapid as the deathly silence continued.

Including himself.

Finally, after what seemed like a century, Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I met him in the desert, the prince named Thales," his voice sounded a little tired and hoarse: "Because there were too many variables and he was isolated and helpless, I didn't dare to take action."

Now it was Thales' turn to be nervous.

Clay snorted softly and put down his weapon.

"Then what?" Ricky said lightly: "Prince?"

Dean frowned.

Thales bit his lip gently.

"He is very cunning, that prince," Dean clenched his fists, remembering something, and his facial muscles became tighter and tighter: "He is very cautious, very vicious, good at acting, and full of scheming. He followed a man named Sepp in the desert.

·The merchant of Tomdin established a friendship and followed his caravan into the Blade Fang camp."

He raised his head: "Just yesterday."

Thales secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomdin?"

Ricky's eyes flashed: "That shabby guy who talks about the glory of nobility all day long?"

Dean nodded: "He still owes me a hiring fee, don't forget to get it back together."

But obviously, his lies are not so easy to pass.

"But that's not what your intelligence said," Russell looked at Dean from a distance, looking at this compatriot with a secret, and said softly: "You said, 'The Prince of the Stars has been obtained, and we will evacuate tonight.'"

At this moment, Dean's whole body tensed up.

Even Thales was breathing slightly.

Dean raised his head slightly, his eyes full of anger.

"I'll settle the score with you later, Russell," Dean said coldly: "No matter how you and your master put the mouse into the dark room and intercepted our intelligence."

"As for your arrogance here, neither the lady nor the king will look good on their faces."

"Good at making opinions?"

Russell hummed and retorted: "Hmph, you were the one who reported yesterday that he had discovered the traces of Prince of the Stars, weren't you?"

"Everyone!" Seeing that it was about to turn into an internal strife among the Exeter people, Douzi had to raise his hands again to maintain the order of the meeting: "Can we focus on the topic?"

Only then did Dean and Russell look away.

"Dean," Ricky said thoughtfully, "tell me, you caught him, right? 'The Prince of the Stars Got It'?"

Dean twisted his mouth, looking very unwilling.

"Almost, almost got it," he gritted his teeth: "I have planned to capture him tonight, and I have already planned when to do it."

After saying that, he turned his head and stared at Thales: "Until these two damn guys spoil my good deeds, just before I leave."

Thales coughed lightly and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"If you stay in the sack obediently, Dean," the prince glanced at the other party, as if unwilling to be outdone: "Maybe by this time, we will have caught the cunning little prince with you."

Ricky exhaled heavily, as if to expel the dissatisfaction and anger deep in his heart.

The driller looked at Dean and then at Thales, his eyes rolling back and forth.

"Very good, then go find the businessman named Tomdin," Russell folded his arms and muttered: "Let him hand over the prince."
To be continued...