He just felt that his originally clear trip to the Northland was suddenly involved in an unmanageable mess.
What's embarrassing is that the person who brought him to this point was precisely Xingchen's "own people".
He really didn't know how to react.
Shouting "You guys suck" at the secret department?
"As mentioned before," Raphael's voice came steadily: "The candidate we planned successfully activated the Blood Disaster, and it also found Ramon according to the plan."
Thales frowned.
Predetermined candidates.
Does Heijian know that he himself has been used as a pawn?
"But Bloodscourge behaved strangely: it unleashed its power with reckless abandon. We had pre-assessed its strength against that person - and it didn't have to at all."
"This is strange." Morat's hoarse voice came from the disgusting black hole in Raphael's hand. He seemed to be moved: "That murderer has always been very smart... What on earth made him
Is it not willing to risk its own life?"
After hearing these words, the little slicker glanced at Thales curiously, but was stared back by the latter with a frown.
Damn it.
Thales swore that he had tried his best to suppress his movements and expressions so as not to be exposed in front of everyone.
I.
He secretly thought in his heart: The reason why Gisa Trilman lost his composure...
it's me.
And Asheida.
Really bad……
Thales felt his heart beating faster and faster, and maintained a stiff expression without saying a word.
"Perhaps that person's strength has exceeded our expectations and is enough to confront the disaster head-on," Raphael whispered: "You know, he grew up very fast."
Thales' heart sank: the cold figure holding a sword in one hand appeared in front of his eyes.
Finally, after a few seconds of silence, the Black Prophet spoke.
"This matter will be postponed for the time being," Black Prophet said calmly in a slow but thoughtful tone: "I have a hunch that the truth is more than that, and it must be very interesting - the disaster of blood, hehe.
After hearing this, Thales took a deep breath while trying his best to pretend.
Their tone really seemed like...
It's as if the magician is a chess piece that can be kneaded at will.
Thales' mind flashed back to that night on Red Square Street, when Aixida was sitting in the chess and card room quietly moving the chess pieces.
The magician of air, and the magician of blood...
Sometimes crazy and sometimes wise, they possess almost unparalleled power.
Countless lives in the shield zone, just like this... Thales thought of the flesh and blood monsters in Giza and the weird air currents in Asheida.
Would anyone really treat them as chess pieces?
Moreover - Thales couldn't help lowering his head and glanced at the palm of his hand.
There is a wound he made with a dagger. It has closed and is scarring.
"What do you mean?" Cohen rubbed his head and blinked in confusion: "Why does the magician risk his life when he releases his power?"
"Don't ask," Raphael hid his expression in the darkness where the light could not reach, and said nonchalantly: "How to deal with disasters is a secret matter."
"Oh, come on," Cohen frowned and said unhappily: "In the past few hundred years, there were people in our family who held positions in the Secret Service. At that time, the Secret Service was..."
"Master Karabiyan!" Raphael suddenly shouted, interrupting the security officer.
"Because of this, because of the connection between your family and the secret society," Raphael looked at Cohen deeply, his red eyes flashed in the darkness, forcing the second half of the vigilance officer's sentence back: "You
It’s more important to keep a distance from the secret science.”
"This is advice."
The black hole in his hand trembled slightly.
Cohen was stunned and suddenly speechless.
Miranda looked at Raphael thoughtfully.
"Then what?" For fear that they would linger on this topic for too long, Thales quickly interrupted: "What is the unintended consequence?"
Wyatt, who was guarding the door, glanced at the crack of the door, turned his head and made a reassuring gesture to Rolf.
Raphael sighed: "Under the madness of the disaster, not only was the shield area destroyed, but the White Blade Guards who went to stop it also suffered a devastating blow, so much so that King Nun completely emptied the available troops of Dragon Sky City.
It’s so thorough that even the defense around you is not enough.”
"King Nun died too quickly, and the Black Sand Territory won too easily," the young man from the secret department continued what he just said: "Up to now, the entire Longxiao City is in chaos, and we have lost control of the situation."
"Isn't this exactly your plan?" Cohen, who had just suffered a loss, said with disgust, "Paralyze the defense mechanism around Nunn VII."
"This is indeed our purpose to induce disaster," Raphael said calmly: "But the process should not be like this."
Miranda raised her eyebrows: "Process?"
Raphael nodded: "In the original plan, from the start to the end, the forces of Longxiao City and Black Sand Territory should be maintained in balance. King Nun and Charmaine Lombard should stand on both sides of the balance in balance.
end."
Thales's heart moved.
"What do you mean?" The prince raised his head, doubts creeping into his mind: "Isn't your original intention to help Lumba kill King Nun?"
Raphael took a deep look at Thales with a solemn expression.
The black hole on his arm squirmed slightly, and the sharp teeth around it seemed to be alive, rubbing together twice.
Miranda couldn't help but frown.
"Of course not - not entirely," Raphael said seriously: "As just said, the goal of 'Dragon Blood' is not revenge, not killing, but chaos - it's Exter's self-care."
"Myco cooperated with Lombard, not to help him; Miko planned to assassinate King Nun, but did not necessarily want him to die."
At that moment, a spark seemed to flash in Thales's mind.
"But Nunn fell prematurely," he murmured, replaying the scene of King Nunn's head falling to the ground over and over again in his mind: "So, it was too easy for the Black Sand Territory to win, right?"
He figured it out.
Raphael looked at Thales solemnly, and nodded slowly after a few seconds.
"You mean," when everyone else looked doubtful, Miranda's eyes moved, and she asked subconsciously with a sharp mind: "Rumba and Nunn shouldn't decide the winner so early?"
"Damn it, can you speak some common language that I can understand?" Cohen hit his right shoulder hard: "You just said that accidents happened to Disaster and Lumba? Then the plan that had no accidents was
How is it?"
Raphael looked at his former contemporaries, and couldn't help but think of the image of Cohen roaring and waving his sword in the tower.
It seems that this guy has also made progress.
I don’t know if it’s the Western Front or the Police Department’s fault, or both.
Raphael sighed and said:
"If Exeter is a ferocious wolf pack, then what we had to do last night was to let one of the wolves challenge the wolf king, and let the other wolves in the pack clearly see the process of the two fighting to the death.
"
"In order to achieve this goal, we need to make the two wolves fight hard enough, long enough, and evenly matched, rather than creating a new wolf king."
Morat on the other side of the black hole made no sound, just waiting for his student quietly.
Raphael's pupils shrank, and at this moment, Thales also raised his head and looked into the eyes of the man from the secret department.
"According to our plan, in the duel between Nunn and Lomba, once the balance of the two sides tilts towards one side, we will appropriately support the other side," Raphael nodded lightly to the second prince: "Make sure that this fight will not end.
It will be over too soon."
"For example, once Lombard's conspiracy is discovered in advance, we will provide convenience and intelligence for his next move. Vice versa, if King Nunn falls into a disadvantage in this coup, we will use special means to help him -
- Act accordingly until the winner is decided between the two sides."
Cohen sighed and said with a headache: "After talking so much... Walton or Rumba, Dragonlance or Iron Fist, who do you want to win?"
Raphael looked at the security officer with sharp eyes and a solemn expression, which actually startled Cohen.
"It doesn't matter who wins."
"The important thing is that in the death duel between the two, the secret department as the third party holds the small weight that is inconspicuous but can affect the balance of the scale, until both sides shed the last drop of blood, and finally achieve the result we want.
," Raphael said seriously: "The secret department will decide who is the survivor of this deadly battle based on the situation of the struggle, and whose victory is more in line with the interests of the stars."
"Decision?" Thales' expression changed: "Who will decide?"
Raphael turned his head towards him, his red eyes filled with determination: