Thales lay on the table, thinking about the strange man in his memory.
After listening to the masked man's words, Ricky and Clay looked at each other.
This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.
"You have known about it for a long time? Black Sword, and his Black Street Brotherhood?"
He looked at the mercenaries suspiciously.
"We met him."
Ricky said calmly, but his eyes stayed at the same angle for a long time: "And his unusual ancient sword with great origins."
"Not so long ago."
The masked man crossed his arms and snorted: "I'm very impressed."
Thales, who was lying on the table and panting, was surprised and uncertain.
Black sword.
He was a... mercenary?
The Big Nine.
And what does this group of people's bloody whistles have to do with him?
So much so that they even risked their lives and hijacked Tampa to ask for information about that man?
With a confused look on his face, Tampa looked at this and that: "Now that you know it, why are you still..."
Ricky raised his hand and interrupted him.
"Before, it was just to confirm that you knew his current situation."
"And now, we want to know about his past, Tampa."
Ricky folded his hands and looked at him seriously. His tone was solemn and his expression was solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.
"Especially his deeds before the Brotherhood, during the mercenary era: every mission, every business, every story."
The doubts in Tampa's eyes grew more serious.
"His origin, his identity, and his details." Clay on the side added silently, with a tone as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Tampa's brows became more and more intense.
"more than."
The masked man raised his head and spoke coldly:
"It also includes his skill, his swordsmanship, his weapons, especially his..."
The masked man paused.
There was a cold light in the deep eyes outside his mask: "The power of ending."
Black Sword's...
The power of ending.
Thales' breathing quickened.
and……
After listening to the other two words, Ricky nodded in agreement.
"In other words, we want everything, Tampa," Ricky looked at the tavern owner and narrowed his eyes:
"Everything about the Black Sword."
Tampa seemed to realize something was unusual.
"You didn't do this for the Blood Bottle Gang, right? Ever since Red Viper was kicked out of the Baron's guard..." He stared:
"But now it seems..."
Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and laughed out loud.
"Who the hell are you?"
Tampa looked at them in confusion, trying to find the answer from the faces of these mercenaries who were licking blood from their swords.
But he failed.
The three leaders remained calm, while the surrounding mercenaries were silent.
Tampa could only sigh: "How much hatred does Black Sword have against you? Is it worth it for you to put on such a big scene and even destroy your own reputation and future?"
Ricky snorted softly.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes clear.
"You can't imagine."
"You can't imagine how many things we are interested in in him."
After the words fell, Clay and the masked man's eyes became sharp.
"You can't imagine what kind of miracles and opportunities he represents."
Tampa looked at him solemnly.
Ricky raised the corners of his mouth and tapped the table, as if he was immersed in his own world:
"For us, he will be the end of the old era and the beginning of the new century."
Thales listened to all this blankly.
He felt as if he had gotten involved in something big again.
"Is this some kind of cult group?"
Kuaisheng bit his ear on the table and whispered:
"I saw in Waril State, a group of madmen shouting the names of demons and evil gods, and then bleeding the sacrifices..."
"I don't know," Thales responded in a low voice: "I don't want to know either, I just want to get out of here quickly."
Kuaisheng sighed softly on the table and glanced around carefully: "I want to, but there are too many of them."
Looking at the dozens of murderous mercenaries and observing their calm and orderly breathing and well-trained movements, Thales felt his heart tighten.
right.
There are too many of them.
No matter who it is.
At this moment, Sonny, the mercenary who had previously stopped Thales and others, walked up.
"Ricky," Sonny said with a sullen face. He had no intention of lowering his voice so that everyone in the pub could hear him clearly: "Our guests are here."
"Come alone."
At that moment, Ricky's eyes were extremely sharp.
Clay and the masked man also reacted. The former gently pressed the hilt of the sword on his waist, while the latter's eyes stopped on the table.
"It's so fast. It's an hour ahead of the promised time."
Clay said coldly: "I guess their people are in place. I have dealt with that guy, and he definitely didn't come alone."
Thales clearly felt that the atmosphere in the tavern had changed.
If the previous blood whistle seemed loose on the outside and tight on the inside, when they detained Tampa, Thales and others, they were tense and dull with ease...
After Sonny's words, the air here was filled with only oppressive silence.
Many mercenaries' breathing became heavy and their faces became angry. Many of them stood up and even pressed their weapons.
"Calm down, all of you!"
Ricky looked around with an unhappy expression, as if scolding a disobedient wild dog: "Our plan will not be interrupted by this accident."
"No matter what they're going to do."
The restless blood whistle finally calmed down, they looked at each other and returned to their positions.
Thales looked at them strangely.
guest?
Who is coming?
What is their plan, is it more than just kidnapping Tampa?
Kuai Rope also gave him a questioning look.
"I guess we'll have to save our friendly conversation for another time, old friend." Ricky turned around and regained his talkative expression.
"next time?"
Tampa gritted his teeth and said, "You're not going to let me go, are you?"
Ricky ignored him.
Marina stepped forward: "I'll take them upstairs..."
Thales had a thought in his mind: If they were held in isolation, they would have fewer opponents to face...
But his hopes were dashed.
"No, they will stay here, under everyone's watch."
Clay interrupted Marina. It seemed that his status here was second only to Ricky.
"Tampa has been running here for too long, knows his tavern too well, and his role is too important to us," Clay said cautiously: "We cannot take even the slightest risk before dawn."
Before dawn?
Thales noticed this detail.
When dawn breaks... what are they going to do?
Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.
Ricky didn't object, he just pondered for a moment, and then nodded slowly to Sonny:
"Take him in."
"Be careful," the masked man at the same table snorted, "those damn cockroaches are the best at taking things by surprise."
Finally, in Thales' deep confusion, the door of "my house" was opened.
A man hiding in a cloak, under the surveillance of mercenaries behind him, walked into this tavern controlled by the blood whistle.
Just like when Thales first arrived, the mercenaries' fierce gazes and iron-blooded momentum instantly oppressed the new guests.
But the guest in the cloak still walked steadily and his posture was calm.
Mercenary Sonny stopped the guests.
"Search me." He said coldly.
The guest shrugged and raised his hands in resignation.
"Forget it, Sonny," Clay shook his head with a bad look on his face: "I dare say, if you really want to hide some weapons, even if you strip him naked, this guy can still take out a dagger from his chest.
.”
Only then did Sonny get out of the way, not forgetting to throw a vicious glare at the guest.
The guest seemed a little helpless until he walked into the middle of the tavern and saw Ricky, Clay, the masked man and Tampa sitting at a table together.
"Did I interrupt something?"
The guests looked at the four people with different expressions, and then at the prince duo who were obviously forced to sit here. Their voices were confident and calm, with some ups and downs like music.
Thales could feel it: Marina next to him showed a look of disgust and pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands.
"You can't disturb anything," the masked man among the mercenaries said coldly, "because there is no seat for you, cockroaches in the gutter."
Faced with the crowd's growing hostility, the guest chuckled lightly and stretched out his cloak with both hands.
At this moment, the mercenaries behind him all took out their weapons and stared at his movements with gritted teeth.
"Relax," the guest seemed startled: "It's just my hood."
As he spoke, he slowly lowered his hood, revealing a fair and ordinary face.
The moment he saw this face, Thales felt a flash of familiarity.
strangeness.
Thales gritted his teeth secretly: He had seen this man before.
Definitely seen it.
I just don’t know...when.
As the leader, Ricky looked at the man standing there calmly, then turned to Clay and asked:
"is it him?"
Clay stood up and walked to the guest.
The new man showed a submissive and respectful smile.
Clay stared at him for a while, his face slowly tightening.
"It's him."
The swordsman from the North nodded and said, "I met him several times six years ago."
His face doesn't look very good.
six years ago.
Thales' heart was slowly tightened.
Is it a coincidence?
The man noticed Clay and looked astonished.
"It's you, Salander Clay," the man seemed quite happy: "We are really an old acquaintance..."
But compared to Ricky's indifference and the masked man's hostility, Clay was not much better and did not give his "old acquaintance" any face.
"It's not like that," Clay sat back in his seat and refused politely: "We all know what you are."
The man's expression froze and his tone was awkward: "What a touching reunion."
"Speak."
Ricky's expression remained calm, as if he was just receiving a farm customer who needed weeding services: "What's your purpose?"
The new guest blinked.
Thales looked at this man, looking more and more familiar.
Who is he?
"I can see that you still have some unfinished business," the fair-skinned man looked at the ugly-looking Tampa and the reluctant Thales, rubbed his hands, like a salesman asking a tavern
The boss promoted his inferior wine carefully:
"And what I want to say now is very important, so why don't we find a small secret room..."
Ricky smiled.
"I believe that my brothers have nothing to do with others."
"Unless you have?"
The mercenaries in the tavern all gave intimidating sneers.
The man's face froze slightly.
"Please forgive me, but what I am going to say next is not a trivial matter." He looked around and seemed a little embarrassed: "This is not only related to your actions tonight..."
The man's expression turned gloomy: "It is more related to the stability of the entire Blade Ya camp."
As soon as this statement came out, the mercenaries became restless.
Clay and the masked man looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.
The man turned around and faced the unkind eyes of the audience.
"Yes, I know what you are going to do, and please believe me: my arrival and my proposal will only make your plan even better."
The man smiled happily: "Before that, we need to make careful and careful plans. What do you think? Clay? And this..."
"As despicable as they always are," Thales heard Marina and Sunny behind him whisper something, their voices full of gritted hatred: "Divide, provoke, and do whatever they can."
"And what we need," the man raised his fingers with a strange expression, rubbing his thumb and index finger gently: "is just a little communication and cooperation."
The commotion in the tavern grew louder and louder, and the target was pointed at the man in the center of the venue.
But Ricky spoke.
"That would be better, say your proposal in public."
Ricky calmly raised his hand, suppressing the objections of the others: "Inspire my brothers for what we are going to do."
The man paused.
He looked around and was disappointed to find that the blood-whistle mercenaries had no objections.
"Huh, okay, since you all have nothing to worry about..."
The man sighed and seemed to be quite sorry.
He was startled for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm old and my memory is bad. I forgot to introduce myself." The man shook his head in embarrassment and patted his head: "As you can see, I am an ordinary Northlander.
You might as well call me..."
The man bowed, squinted his eyes slightly, and revealed a glimmer of light in his eyes:
"The drill."
At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!
Quick Rope looked at him strangely, but Thales didn't react at all.
He just stared at the new man.
That fair appearance, bowing movements, speaking tone, and this strange name...
Thales remembered.
This man.
He has indeed seen it.
Just six years ago!
"Drill?"
Marina snorted: "What a bullshit name."
The driller touched his head awkwardly, with a rather apologetic expression.
But the person in the middle of the tavern spoke up.
"The drill," the masked man on Ricky's left leaned forward and looked at the unusual guest carefully: "Carpenters and masons use it to use it to drill through even the most indestructible solid wood with repeated blows.
and stubborn rocks.”
The masked man's tone revealed a deep hatred:
"How fitting for you, the world-eating pests."
The mercenaries all sneered.
The driller breathed out helplessly.
"Don't worry," the leader of the mercenaries, Ricky, nodded calmly: "Samuel is more straightforward."
The drill boy shook his shoulders to show that he didn't care.
"Then may I ask who the gentleman I am talking to is?" He smiled as usual.
Ricky and his companions looked at each other and chuckled.
"My name is Ricky now, at least that's what my brothers call me."
Ricky sighed and slowly sat upright in the chair.
"But you, Mr. Daozi, out of respect for the people behind you and the organization you belong to..."
He seemed not to care about the person in front of him, and gently flicked a long sword beside the table with his right hand.
"You might as well call me..."
In the silence and adoring eyes of all the mercenaries, Ricky spoke softly and uttered a strange name that Thales had never heard before: