When a group of people walked out of the secret passage full of doubts and uneasiness, Thales had a vague illusion of seeing the light of day again.
But whenever he thinks of everything that happened in Longxiao City, his mood seems to be cast by a shadow, getting deeper and deeper between assassinations, conspiracies, and betrayals, and lingering.
He was sent to put an end to possible war between the two countries.
But……
In front of Thales' eyes, Nunn's head rolled to the ground, and Rumba's rough and cold face appeared.
He couldn't help but tighten his breathing.
The second prince raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the north, but he only felt more confused.
"What's next?"
Miranda still looked at the surroundings with vigilance - a remote and narrow corner of the city. The mottled stone walls were full of traces of time and wind and frost. She turned around and said to the meteorite: "Your plan? Find someone who is still loyal to Walton.
vassal?"
But Nicolai just looked at his weapon with a serious expression and turned a deaf ear to her words. He seemed to be still immersed in the negotiation with the Scarlet Witch just now.
It was Raphael who answered her.
"Longxiao City is still very dangerous, even for Walton's vassals..." The young man from the secret department frowned: "We can't show up like this."
"His Highness's safety is the first consideration, and it is related to the stability of the stars," Huaiya intervened, and he sighed: "Now, the entire Northland people in Longxiao City are looking for him. In a few days,
Maybe the whole of Exeter will join in, a big group of us..."
His shoulder was patted by Rolf, who shook his head at Wyatt with a serious look in his eyes.
Huaiya didn't say any more, but he still glanced at the White Blade Guards, with deep worry on his face.
Thales felt that many eyes were glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally.
He heard what Huaiya meant: these white-blade guards were from the North after all.
Maybe they have a common enemy with themselves, maybe their goals and interests temporarily converge, but...
After all, they are not our own people.
Get out of trouble and find an opportunity to part ways with them - this is the safest way.
The common crisis made the Stars and the people of the North temporarily cooperate, but after escaping from danger, it seemed that the hostile tension returned - which can be seen from their clearly defined formations.
And the reason why the White Blade Guards are here... Thales turned his head and met Little Slippery's eyes in the air.
It was a pair of confused and nervous eyes, unsure of the way forward.
Thales was stunned for a moment.
Nikolai, who was silent, seemed to have finally come to his senses. He raised his head and looked forward with narrowed eyes.
"Let's consider these things after we settle down," the Fallen Starman exhaled a long breath: "The people who will assist us will arrive soon - go to the shelter first."
Thales frowned: "Shelter?"
"Since we arrived, this city has had a lot of objections to the prince," Cohen also showed a puzzled look: "Not to mention that such a big thing has happened, who can still protect us in our Longxiao City?"
Raphael shook his head with a deep expression: "For some beings, no matter how big a thing it is..."
"It's just a dispute between mortals."
Taylor was stunned for a moment.
The next moment, a tough figure appeared at the corner ahead.
The group immediately went into alert.
But Nicolai waved his hand to let them off guard.
"One of our own." The Fallen Star Man said simply, and then looked at the visitor with a complicated expression.
He was a stout man with a short head.
Thales couldn't help but squinted his eyes, trying to see the person clearly.
That person seems familiar...
That is……
Thales's heart moved, and surprise and surprise surged into his heart.
"Michael?"
The prince looked at the visitor and couldn't help but call out his name in great surprise, "Lord Michael?"
The visitor's expression froze slightly.
They saw the former king and official of Longxiao City, the sinner who was exiled by King Nun himself in the Hall of Heroes - Lord Byrne Michael walking towards them with warrior-like steps.
He looked at the Prince of the Stars who had witnessed the tragedy in the Hall of Heroes with a complicated expression.
"I have been deprived of my position and title by Your Majesty. You might as well change my title a little."
Michael exhaled and spoke in a low voice: "Good day, Prince Thales."
Many images flooded into Thales' mind.
Alex's twitching figure and his hands hanging down helplessly.
Michael knelt down and confessed with tears in his eyes.
King Nun roared with hatred and pain.
Michael held his daughter who was not breathing and staggered out of the hall in a daze.
"You..." Thales's heart was blocked. He opened his mouth, but the words were cut off when he reached his mouth.
He saw Michael's eyes.
The former officer's expression was calm, but his eyes were a deep, lifeless gray.
It seemed like nothing in the world could interest him anymore.
Thales suddenly remembered another pair of eyes, the eyes belonging to the Black Sword - this was strange, but that was how Thales felt.
The former king's official glanced at the little slicker behind Thales with complicated eyes.
Little Huantou didn't seem to expect to see her former officer here. She thought of something and lowered her head subconsciously.
Michael closed his mouth, looked gloomy, and remained silent.
"Nothing happened?" Nicolai stepped forward, shook hands with Michael tightly, and then let go.
Michael shook his head but said nothing.
"Please come with me," Michael looked at the group of people with a calm expression, turned around and walked back: "Try to stay quiet and be respectful."
Cohen looked at the surrounding environment and had questions in his mind - the empty and dilapidated walls and floor tiles, the unswept snow and dead branches, like the backyard of a noble family that had not been taken care of for many years.
"Respect?"
The security officer exhaled and raised his head to look at a majestic stone house in front of him with only one small door: "Speaking of which, what exactly is this place?"
Miranda seemed to see something. She raised her index finger to her mouth and made a silencing gesture: "Just do it."
Cohen raised his eyebrows and followed the others forward.
Thales turned his head and looked at Nicolai with an anxious expression: "Why..."
The Fallen Star's words were blocked in his throat.
"I know what you're thinking."
Nicolai lowered his head and looked at Michael's back with a subtle expression: "Yes, His Majesty Nunn exiled him, and..."
The meteorite man then raised his head, his eyes slowly becoming firmer.
"But Byrne Melk, he is... at least once a member of the Blade Guard."
Thales frowned:
"Is he still loyal to Walton?"
Nicolai shook his head.
"He is loyal to his creed," Fallen Star Man sighed, not knowing what he remembered: "No matter what happened, this has never changed."
"This is why we, the White Blade Guards, are here."
Thales was slightly startled.
He recalled the scene where the four white-blade guards held each other's arms under the crossbows of the black sand collar, tightly surrounding him and Little Slippery.
He sighed softly.
"Thank you, Lord Nicolai," Thales said with imperceptible emotion in his tone, "Thank you also for your white-blade guards."
Nicolai raised his eyebrows slightly.
"If you really want to thank me, weird boy."
"When you sit on the throne one day," Meteorite's eyes met with Thales's in the air: "Repay this favor again."
Thales said nothing.
He just smiled slightly and followed the others into the small door of the stone house.
"Be alert," Thales heard Wyatt behind him whisper to Rolf: "God knows where this place is, and God knows what is waiting for us ahead."
Rolf made an unexplained groan from his throat.
There seems to be some disdain.
The stone house is very spacious, and seems to be a large back hall, but the lighting in the hall is dim - the lighting does not rely on large ceiling lamps, but on portable lamps hung in layers on the wall.
Thales couldn't adapt to the sudden darkness. He opened his eyes wide and tried to see his surroundings clearly.
There was a strong smell of lamp oil in the air - Thales's heart moved: With this concentration of eternal oil smell, it seems that the owner of this stone house is either rich or noble.
Raphael seemed to be very familiar with this place. He walked into the darkness ahead. When he came out again, there were bandages and medicine on his hands.
He casually threw one of the rolls of bandages to Cohen, who was looking puzzled, and carefully handed a medicine bottle to Miranda, who looked stunned.
"Take care of the injury and recover as soon as possible," Raphael pointed to the wound on Cohen's body that was tightened with the power of termination, with a serious expression on his face: "Our battle is not over yet."
"This is 'sanctuary'? What the hell is it?"
Huaiya narrowed his eyes and looked at the surrounding stone walls and floor tiles, his hand still firmly on the hilt of his sword: "Wait a minute, I seem to have seen buildings of this style before..."
At this moment, two figures appeared in the darkness ahead.
"Your Highness!" A younger figure walked forward quickly, with a smile on his face and uncontrollable excitement in his voice: "Thank you gods for your safe return!"
Thales was startled: "Are you... Willow?"
It was the new recruit they brought with them at Broken Dragon Fortress.
The one who was almost hanged as a deserter.
"Your Highness, you..." Another slightly more mature figure breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew..."
Veteran Gennard looked at Thales with complicated eyes: "I know..."
Thales looked at the two familiar people in the Star Mission, and felt as if he had put down a shackle in his heart.
"You..." Thales looked at everyone and his heart moved: "Where are the others?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another familiar voice came from the darkness ahead.
"It seems that everything is going well?"
Thales was shocked, and then blurted out:
"Putilai!"
Under the eyes of everyone, the well-informed deputy envoy of the Star Mission, Lord Niman Putilai, came to them. The thin man was still holding his pipe. He seemed very calm, but his pipe was clearly
Stuffed with tobacco, but not lit.
"Your Highness," Putilai smiled calmly, but there was a hint of relief in his tone: "I'm glad to see you have returned safely."
Thales looked at his deputy quietly. After a few seconds, he smiled and exhaled.
"I'm glad to see you're safe and sound," the prince put down his guard and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, Deputy Envoy."
Putilai nodded and turned to look at the young man from the secret department.
"Nothing happened at the gate?" the deputy said calmly.
"There are some surprises," Raphael's face moved slightly: "But...it's done."
Thales's heart moved: Putilai and the people from the secret department...
Seems familiar?
"That's good," Putilai looked at Nikolai and Michael again, and nodded slowly: "Thank you for your hard work."
Nicolai snorted and turned away, while Michael nodded in response without emotion.
Thales frowned: He is also familiar with the White Blade Guards?
"Try to rest for a while." Putilai didn't care about the indifference of the White Blade Guards. He reluctantly showed a meaningful smile to the prince:
"We still have a long journey ahead of us."
Thales looked at him deeply and raised his eyebrows.
At that moment, he had a lot to say and a lot of questions he wanted to say.
Disaster, dragon, black sword, death of Nunn, Lombard's conspiracy, shield of shadows, calculations in the dark room, the mystery of the secret department, the secret of the White Blade Guard...
But when all these words came to his lips, they were interrupted and finally turned into an empty sigh.
Thales' face darkened.
Along with the tension and anxiety, fatigue and sleepiness hit again.
"It's not over yet, right." The prince turned his head with a complicated expression, looked at the little slipper surrounded by white-blade guards, and said in despair: "This nightmare."
Putilai looked at him quietly without saying a word.
Wei Wei sighed silently in his heart.
"It will end," His Excellency the Deputy Envoy said calmly, "Nightmares are also dreams."
At this moment, a young girl wearing a silver-white robe slowly walked forward.
Her expression was solemn and solemn, and she bowed slightly to the people in the stars.
Thales was slightly startled. He saw clearly the pattern on the girl's robe: a crescent moon.
"The chief priest wants to see him." The girl whispered, her voice hollow and seemingly without emotion.
Raphael raised his eyebrows: "Who?"
The girl didn't speak, she just looked at the crowd quietly.
It took three full seconds for Thales to realize: she was looking at him.
"Why?"
Putilai frowned: "Your Highness, he..."
"The chief priest's request," the young girl turned sideways and raised her hands behind her as an invitation: "It is God's will."
Thales was stunned for a moment.
"Ah?" He asked the people around him without knowing why, "What's the purpose?"
Putilai pursed his lips and hesitated to speak, seeming a little worried.
But without his explanation, Thales recognized this place.
His eyes had adapted to the dim light, and he could barely see the walls on both sides - they were full of murals and reliefs.
In the direction of the girl's finger, there was a huge stone statue surrounded by eternal lamps: on the stone statue, a woman with an indifferent expression was stroking her left shoulder with her right hand, pressing her right hip bone with her left hand, holding her chest and lowering her head.
Behind the stone statue is a huge full moon, but arcs are dug out on the moon's surface, which looks like it expresses the changes in the moon's phases.
Thales was stunned.
He recognized the stone statue.
That is……
Thales now knows where the "sanctuary" he is located is.
The next second, Thales's eyes were suddenly attracted by a graceful figure under the stone statue.
In front of the stone statue, a masked female figure stood quietly, wearing a silver robe with both the crescent moon and the waxing moon embroidered on it.
Like the Statue of the Moon Goddess, Thales also recognized the woman.
That was the lady that Thales had met once in the Hall of Heroes.
The woman who witnessed the duel between King Nun and Perfit.
The chief priest of the Bright Moon Temple—Jewell Holm.
She was looking at Thales quietly with a pair of clear and emotionless eyes outside her veil.