The west-slanting bright moon dimly illuminated an alley. Thales was leaning against the wall in the alley, looking at the silent but highly vigilant blood-whistle mercenaries or mercenaries who were skillfully lurking in the alley.

Those who speak of the Sword of Disaster feel anxious in their hearts.

Damn it.

After leaving the tavern, their people were indeed dispersed, but their vigilance was even higher.

You can't find any opportunities like this.

From the plan to the action, the Sword of Disaster moved swiftly and resolutely. No matter Prince of Stars or Quick Rope and others, they were escorted out of the tavern in a few minutes and approached the Prison of Bones efficiently and low-key.

The efficiency of the cooperation between the Shadow Shield, the Sword of Disaster, and Russell cannot be underestimated. On the route from "My Home" Tavern to here, in addition to their deliberate actions in batches to hide their whereabouts, there were actually

No one was disturbed, and even the patrol that was supposed to be encountered disappeared from sight.

But at this moment, what Thales was most worried about was not these, but one of his guards, a female swordsman with an angry face.

"** years ago, when I returned to my hometown, there was also a gangster who wanted to molest me."

Marina gently rubbed her lips with one hand and pressed the hilt of the sword with the other.

She came close to Thales' ear and spoke in a low voice, but the words contained hatred that could not be ignored:

"Want to know what happened to him?"

In no mood.

Don't want to at all.

But facing Marina who was gritting her teeth, Thales could only smile with a guilty and helpless smile.

"Hey, um, I'm very sorry about what happened just now, but your skills are so powerful, I can only do that..."

Before she finished speaking, Marina's eyes flashed coldly!

This left Thales, who was already at a loss, stranded.

How pitiful it was that he had never done anything like "sexual harassment" in his entire life, nor in his vague memory of his previous life, which he despised.

However, just now...

Thales lowered his head sadly, avoiding Marina's fierce gaze.

Two lifetimes of fame were destroyed in one night.

Marina snorted and gently pulled out the sword blade.

"At that time, I put the sword between that bastard's legs like this," Marina, with a cold look on her face, gently lowered her weapon amidst the goosebumps all over Thales's body: "Then I flicked my wrist.

change……"

Fortunately, before Thales felt cold in her crotch and couldn't help but call for help, a steady and soft voice stopped her.

"Marina."

"I asked you to watch him, but I didn't ask you to wait for an opportunity to kill him." Ricky's figure appeared at the entrance of the heavily guarded alley. He nodded slightly to his subordinates in the alley with a solemn expression: "Be calm."

Marina frowned, but put away her sword under Thales' hopeful gaze.

"Of course." She put away the unwillingness on her face and said calmly.

But Marina's next words once again made Thales feel miserable:

"We should gag his mouth, and it would be better to remove one of his arms or legs, just in case he is on our way..."

But Ricky shook his head.

"Our distinguished guest is not a stupid character," Crassus of the Sword of Disaster squinted at the prince who was trying to remain calm: "He knows when to negotiate and when to resist, and he also knows who he can rely on the most at the moment.

."

Thales's heart suddenly became heavy.

He knew that the people of Shadow Shield were secretly hidden in the periphery. Compared with those people, falling into the hands of Sword of Disaster was not a bad choice.

"Is not it?"

Ricky tilted his head back.

There, from Quick Rope, Dean to Tampa, the poor three hostages were tied up and gagged, and were escorted unceremoniously by more than a dozen fierce disaster swordsmen. From time to time, they looked at them with either pity or displeasure.

eyes.

Seeing them, the prince could only sigh sadly.

"certainly."

In contrast, Thales only had his weapons and luggage taken away, so he was very lucky. He glanced at the time crossbow carried behind Marina and the jc dagger tied to her waist, and couldn't help but swallow.

This behavior made Marina's eyes look even more disgusted.

At Ricky's signal, the mercenaries, including Marina, obeyed and moved away.

Ricky stood in front of the prince, his eyes burning, making Thales uneasy.

"So, what you want to do is to be in the Prison of Bones..."

The prince coughed and opened his mouth, wanting to ask for some information, but was interrupted midway by Ricky.

"Not enough." The leader of the Sword of Disaster said softly.

Thales was stunned: "What?"

"The sin of the prison river," Ricky looked at him with strange eyes: "You haven't experienced enough, you haven't integrated deeply enough, and you can't even touch the threshold."

The sin of the prison river.

This sudden topic made Thales nervous.

"What does it mean?"

Can't even touch the threshold...

The prince stiffened: "So, what you need is someone like Black Sword?"

But Ricky still shook his head in denial.

"He's not enough either."

The way he looked at the prince was both unabashedly cold and disturbingly fanatical. These two contradictory connotations made Thales even more uncomfortable:

"So you need more training, in the blood and danger, to mature it as soon as possible, become stronger, release it, and finally transcend the extreme realm and reach the legendary 'true world'."

Thales frowned, becoming more and more confused: "Beyond... what realm?"

"what are you saying?"

"That's the only way," Ricky seemed not to hear, looking at Thales intently: "We believe that you were chosen by the prison river and returned from death for no reason."

Thales' eyelids twitched.

"In fact, it's as far away as the Iron-Blooded King, Gil Kus, and the Black Knight, and as close as the Ninth Man, Solon Tann, and Chu Crassus," Ricky read as Thales was either unfamiliar or slightly heard of.

Name: "Even you, Thales Brightstar."

Thales was confused.

These names...

The Iron-Blooded King seems to be the ancient king of the North who led the army to resist the ancient orcs...

Gil Kus, he's never heard of it...

The Black Knight, well, he seemed to have glimpsed it in the pile of sad knight novels or bards beside the little slipper's bedside...

Ninth person, what the hell is this? It’s a nickname...

Solon Tann, Tann, such a familiar surname...

Chu Crassus, strange, isn’t Crassus an honorific title for the leader of the Sword of Disaster...

As for Thales Bright Star... No, what happened to me?

Damn it, if he was like Thelma, who liked to flip through miscellaneous books and still had a photographic memory...

Rich continued: "We believe that in the history of thousands of years, every person who struggled back from the edge of the prison river had their mission in that era."

What?

Thales couldn't help but ask: "What mission?"

But Ricky didn't answer him, but showed an uneasy smile.

"You have obtained a key, prince, which can open a door for us that we have been waiting for more than a hundred years." The leader of the Sword of Disaster smiled and said, "Don't waste it."

The confused prince was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of carriages coming from outside the alley.

All around, the quietly lurking mercenaries were like wild beasts whose territory had been invaded, and they all became alert.

Ricky raised his head and looked at a figure outside the alley.

"Their signal has come," Crassus of the Sword of Disaster frowned and said, "Let's go."

Thales' expression changed, and before he could react, he was roughly escorted out of the alley by the impatient Marina behind him.

On the empty and dark streets, a long convoy was approaching them, including human-powered carts carrying unknown cargo and horse-drawn carriages.

Behind him, Tampa made an uneasy "wow" sound, and only became quiet after Sonny's merciless "reminder".

Looking at the wine glass on the flag of the convoy, Thales immediately realized: This is the supply convoy for my tavern.

There were about twenty people transporting the convoy. They were all dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, shabby and light. They looked very much like the locals in the Blade Tooth Camp.

People turn a blind eye.

In the carriage closest to them, a coachman raised his hood to Ricky and nodded politely.

Thales recognized the driver: he was a drill driver.

"Don't worry, the patrol team closest to us has already left."

The driller sat in the driver's seat and smiled contentedly at Ricky who was approaching him: "There were three other thieves who wanted to break into the house at night, and they have been solved."
To be continued...