Diaozi breathed calmly and gradually showed a smile.

"You can take a bet - famous Sak'el, maybe I'm just bluffing, maybe it's just flash or smoke?"

He shook the ball in his hand, and it made an unsettling buzzing sound.

The punishment knight stared at the sphere so hard that the veins on his hands almost popped out of his skin.

Thales' eyes widened.

How come...

"I have to say, everything that just happened impressed me deeply, Punishment Knight," the driller said with a sinister smile:

"It seems that your sword is not old yet."

Sak'el snorted disdainfully.

"As for you, Your Highness," the assassin leader turned to Thales and gasped slightly: "You have exceeded my expectations."

"But wouldn't it be a pity to die here with me?"

Thales looked at the drill and bit his lower lip.

With this, the situation once again slipped into a direction beyond their control.

The prince looked at Yoder, but the masked guard just shook his head slightly.

hateful.

"Let him go, son of a bitch," Thales took a deep breath and solemnly said, "I promise in the name of the Brilliant Star that you can leave in peace."

Sak'el glanced at Thales.

But the drill boy shook his head and kept smiling.

"No, Your Highness."

"Do you think I went through all the trouble to get here just to 'leave peacefully'?"

The man sneered and said: "The shadows will never die because we are not afraid of death."

He gently took out a bottle from his arms and let it roll between the two parties under Sak'el's alert gaze.

"This is the most common drug, Your Highness, I swear, there will be no side effects," the driller chuckled, "Please let your legendary knight drink it."

He shook the alchemy ball in his hand:

"We can live in peace."

Staring at the potion in the bottle, Thales's face turned cold.

"Do you think this is possible?"

Sak'el also snorted coldly.

But the driller just shook his head.

"I know, this may make you a little unhappy, but compared with what's next..."

He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers with a grin: "They're here. I hate doing this, but..."

Footsteps sounded.

Thales and Sak'el raised their weapons warily.

However, the person who walked out of the darkness shocked the prince.

Those were three assassins.

They escorted the three tied-up people and slowly walked into the light of the fire.

"No." Thales said blankly.

No.

How could it be them?

Sak'el turned his head to look at the prince, and raised the corners of his mouth in confusion.

Zhuozi smiled and took a step back, but he never put down the alchemy ball in his hand.

"I have three hostages here, oh, now there are four."

He pouted proudly at the newcomers.

Thales looked at the drill in shock and anger, and then at the person coming.

Damn it.

The driller smiled and pulled out the dagger, and came to the first bound hostage, forcing her to raise her face while struggling.

"First of all, the enemy who has made you suffer so much."

The drill boy smiled and shook his head.

And under his blade, the two-sword mercenary of the Sword of Disaster, the girl he secretly kissed once, Ms. Marina described herself as embarrassed and mentally exhausted.

She gritted her teeth, first looked at the astonished Thales with a sense of shame, and then struggled angrily:

"Bah, cockroach."

The assassin behind her gave her a hard blow, and Marina immediately softened.

Thales's heart slowly cooled down.

The driller came to the next person and twirled the dagger in his hand.

"Secondly, a stranger."

The owner of my tavern, Tampa, accepted the assassin's persecution obediently. He looked defeated and sighed helplessly:

"What a bad luck, I probably forgot to worship the Desert God today..."

Thales clenched his fists.

The driller walked up to the last person, smiled and pressed the dagger to the latter's neck.

"Next, are your loyal subordinates."

I saw the rookie mercenary who had been separated for a while. The quick rope with strange red hair showed a simple and innocent smile.

He twitched the corner of his mouth reluctantly and awkwardly, and raised his eyebrows flatteringly at Thales:

"Uh, hey, His Highness Thales, remember me, I am your... your... your Wyatt Kasuo?"

Your Wyatt?

Thales exhaled a painful breath and struck the ground heavily with his long sword.

Boom.

Fuck you Waia!

(In Longxiao City, I was sneezing with a masked mute prince with big eyes and small eyes.)

Why are you so stupid!

Aren't you still in the hand of the Sword of Disaster?

Were they actually caught?

Kuai Sheng still blinked his big innocent eyes, vaguely showing grievance and embarrassment.

But the drill is not over yet.

He raised his dagger, pointed it at Yoder who was restrained by four people, and sneered.

"And the last person: the mysterious bodyguard who follows the prince in life and death."

Yoder shook his head again.

Sak'el frowned and looked at Thales.

The prince knew what he wanted to ask, but...

But the current situation...

"After seeing your performance just now, Your Highness, I am more and more confident in your kindness." The driller used a dagger to lift his hair and shave off the sweat:

"for example……"

He narrowed his eyes and pointed the dagger at the hostages one by one: "Who do you want to choose to die first?"

"Enemy? Stranger? Subordinate? Or bodyguard?"

Who will die first?

Thales glared at these people in disbelief.

Marina twitched feebly, Tampa sighed incomprehensibly, and Quick Rope seemed to have a strong desire to survive, struggling desperately to wink at Thales.

Thales gritted his teeth tighter and tighter.

how……
To be continued...