Thales walked out of the cell where Anke was interrogating with a numb expression, in a trance.

In front of Raphael and Norbu, he still instinctively maintained his dignity and bearing as the Duke of Star Lake, and his every move was elegant and steady - he still remembered everything that happened in the interrogation room, and how his every word and deed was influenced by his power.

status rather than specific content, thus having a far-reaching impact and irreversible consequences.

This is his luck, but also his curse.

But when the two men from the secret department came forward and asked the prince "what did he say to you" with undiminished respect (but doubts)...

"Nothing," Thales only remembered that his voice was calm and composed as always:

"He was just unwilling and begging for his life."

Neither Raphael nor Norbu said anything.

However, the Desolate Skeleton Man's eyes stayed on him for a little longer.

Norbu looked around him more seriously.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

[The carriage is about to disperse, what do you want to do?]

【Hold on to your sword.】

The dying Anke tried his best to tear out the words from his throat, lingering in his heart like maggots on his tarsus, echoing all the time, deafening.

"Please follow me, Your Highness, the exit is this way."

In front of Thales, who was distracted, Norbu bowed respectfully, humbly and low-key:

"According to the rules, we can't go back the way we came."

But Raphael appeared before him and Thales, and glanced at Nobu without saltiness:

"I'll just send him out."

Nobu smiled and nodded without refuting, while Gomez behind him looked back and forth between the two of them, occasionally glancing at Thales secretly.

But Thales doesn't care.

The young man only remembered that he politely and humbly thanked Nobu and Gomez, and left mechanically under their respectful or flattered eyes.

"You said you just started taking charge of the interrogation today?" Raphael stared at Norbu carefully, who looked calm.

"Indeed." Looking at the prince's leaving figure, Norbu smiled and nodded.

Raphael glanced at Anke who had passed out.

"How lucky."

The Desolate Bone Man said coldly, turned around and followed the prince:

"What a coincidence."

Norbu bowed politely and sent Raphael away.

Only at the moment when the other party's figure disappeared, his eyes became deep and strange.

"Very good, this troublesome prince is finally gone." After wiping his sweat, Gomez, the fat man who looked like he had just finished a college entrance examination, pulled on his apron, causing his fat to tremble. He turned around and looked at the naked Anke, happily

Pick up a pair of pliers:

"Now we can get back to the point, let's see if I don't squeeze him dry..."

"Gomez."

"yes?"

Nobu turned around, expressionless:

"stop."

Gomez walked towards Anke holding the vise and froze in the middle of his smile:

"Okay, I'll--eh?"

Nobu looked indifferent and walked towards the unconscious Anke with a cane:

"From now on, don't give him hard torture, don't use soft torture like sleep deprivation, and even give him pain relief if necessary."

Gomez looked puzzled:

"Then...how should I ask?"

Norbu shook his head:

"Just treat us as security officers now and keep the interrogation on language. That's enough."

After working together for a long time, Gomez read the other party's calm but determined tone and hesitated slightly:

"But we finally returned to the capital with great difficulty, and we finally encountered this big case in Guanxi Wilderness. If we don't take advantage of this opportunity to make meritorious deeds..."

"We have already achieved success."

Norbu looked at the darkness outside the door, then leaned over to observe their prisoners, his eyes flickering:

"Just now."

Already made meritorious service?

Gomez blinked, unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for it again:

"But didn't you say that this guy must have some reservations or concealments? Maybe he has some big information? The previous interrogator has almost broken him. We have to ask him before he is completely broken or is sent to the gallows.

Come up with something and let Lord Hanson——"

"No," Norbu interrupted him again, holding the crutch and straightening up, "Trust me."

"He won't die."

Under Gomez's puzzled eyes, Nobu glanced at Anke, who was covered in bruises and almost no skin, and said quietly:

"not today."

Thales walked expressionlessly in the dark underground corridor of the Secret Department.

But he felt like he was standing on the Ghost Prince Tower in the Blade Tooth Camp, suffering from the cold wind, flying sand, and cold palms.

[He told me that if I had to use this bargaining chip...]

Raphael walked in front of him and led the way, with a faint shadow behind him.

[I must give it to you...]

They did not go back the way they came, but walked through checkpoints one after another and shuttled through the maze-like underground corridors.

But Thales no longer cares.

【I can only leave it to you.】

Thales clenched his fists.

Why.

His eyes passed through the darkness in the corridor and were projected to the Western Wilderness thousands of miles away, that aristocrat with a hateful appearance, maverick, and often likes to laugh maliciously.

Only a few months ago, he was talking eloquently in front of me and giving advice.

He behaved uniquely and cared about the country and the people.

but.

Why?

He is the man behind Anke.

He put into his own hands the bargaining chip that could suppress the princes of the Western Wilderness and destroy the Great Wall.

Put it into the hands of a... shining star.

Thales gritted his teeth.

He didn't understand it at first and was very anxious.

But when he woke up a little, he became even more anxious, restless and uneasy.

Why?

Cyril Falkenhauser.

This self-righteous and sophisticated old bastard.

Why should he do this?

Who does he think he is?

What power does he have?

What reason does he have!

he--

"Wow, Morat's little snake."
To be continued...