Ricky raised his voice and ordered the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.
He looked at the three of them impatiently: "I don't care about your internal grudges, whether it's the darkroom or Exeter."
Russell and Dean looked at each other and both looked away.
"You three, tell me," Ricky's patience seemed to have reached its limit, "Prince of the Stars...where is he?"
Thales' nerves tightened again!
On the other hand, Quick Rope, who had just escaped Dean's sight, sighed and patted his chest.
Dean snorted and turned around:
"What does he have to do with you?"
As soon as this statement came out, no matter it was Drill, Russell, or the Sword of Disaster, they all frowned.
Ricky tilted his gaze slightly, a cold light appearing in his eyes.
"That's right, that bullshit prince is none of our business."
"But it's related to whether we can get assistance from our allies," Ricky said, and the drill guy across from him smiled and bowed in time: "So it's none of our business."
Ricky's tone became colder and colder, making people have the urge to retreat: "You've always been very smart, Dean, so you'd better understand: now, we are in control of this place, including who can come in, who can
Can go out."
"Whoever can walk out must go out lying down."
"Understand?"
Following his words, the Swords of Disaster all pulled out their weapons: "Whoa!"
Dean looked stern.
He looked around with a solemn expression, observing the iron-walled tavern and feeling the malicious eyes of the mercenaries.
No.
Thales sighed inwardly: They still have too many people.
Finally, Dean breathed out and his tone relaxed.
"All right."
"Your plan, that prince," Dean said reluctantly: "The darkroom must be involved. Even if he is handed over to King Charmaine, it must pass through our hands..."
Russell's face tightened: "If the darkroom is still Exter's, then you shouldn't..."
"boom!"
There was a loud bang of a heavy hand hitting the table.
Let Thales and the fast rope tremble together.
"That's your problem," Ricky refused word for word, his tone at this moment like winter frost:
"I don't give a damn."
The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became tense like a string being pulled.
"I don't care which of you captures that prince, I don't care if you grill him or eat him alive, skin him or break his bones, kill him or fuck him, but do you know... whoever stops us from accomplishing our goal is
Our enemy."
"Dead enemy."
"And if you become the mortal enemy of the inheritor outside the tower..."
"Trust me, you don't want that."
Ricky glanced at Russell and Dean, his eyes filled with dead silence, which made the latter two tremble in their hearts.
"So I'm asking you one last time, Dean."
Ricky's face became increasingly ugly. Beside him, the masked man and Clay looked at each other, and the latter stretched out his hand towards the "dark light".
"Where is that prince named Thales?"
Dean clenched his fists.
Beads of sweat slipped from his forehead.
"Everyone..."
The familiar sound of persuading people to fight sounded again.
"Who the prince belongs to in the end is all a matter of operation method. We can discuss it later," the driller smiled and walked between Ricky and Dean. "The top priority is to determine the whereabouts of Prince Thales."
“Never discuss how sweet honey is before it’s in your mouth.”
The driller looked at Dean and then at Russell, his smile still gentle: "Do we agree?"
Dean just pursed his lips, while Russell's whole body tensed up.
On the other side, Ricky looked at them coldly, and Clay beside him slowly touched the hilt of his sword.
Time seems to have stood still.
Even the sound seemed to have been turned off by someone.
Thales could only hear countless heartbeats, which became more and more rapid as the deathly silence continued.
Including himself.
Finally, after what seemed like a century, Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I met him in the desert, the prince named Thales," his voice sounded a little tired and hoarse: "Because there were too many variables and he was isolated and helpless, I didn't dare to take action."
Now it was Thales' turn to be nervous.
Clay snorted softly and put down his weapon.
"Then what?" Ricky said lightly: "Prince?"
Dean frowned.
Thales bit his lip gently.
"He is very cunning, that prince," Dean clenched his fists, remembering something, and his facial muscles became tighter and tighter: "He is very cautious, very vicious, good at acting, and full of scheming. He followed a man named Sepp in the desert.
·The merchant of Tomdin established a friendship and followed his caravan into the Blade Fang camp."
He raised his head: "Just yesterday."
Thales secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomdin?"
Ricky's eyes flashed: "That shabby guy who talks about the glory of nobility all day long?"
Dean nodded: "He still owes me a hiring fee, don't forget to get it back together."
But obviously, his lies are not so easy to pass.
"But that's not what your intelligence said," Russell looked at Dean from a distance, looking at this compatriot with a secret, and said softly: "You said, 'The Prince of the Stars has been obtained, and we will evacuate tonight.'"
At this moment, Dean's whole body tensed up.
Even Thales was breathing slightly.
Dean raised his head slightly, his eyes full of anger.
"I'll settle the score with you later, Russell," Dean said coldly: "No matter how you and your master put the mouse into the dark room and intercepted our intelligence."
"As for your arrogance here, neither the lady nor the king will look good on their faces."
"Good at making opinions?"
Russell hummed and retorted: "Hmph, you were the one who reported yesterday that he had discovered the traces of Prince of the Stars, weren't you?"
"Everyone!" Seeing that it was about to turn into an internal strife among the Exeter people, Douzi had to raise his hands again to maintain the order of the meeting: "Can we focus on the topic?"
Only then did Dean and Russell look away.
"Dean," Ricky said thoughtfully, "tell me, you caught him, right? 'The Prince of the Stars Got It'?"
Dean twisted his mouth, looking very unwilling.
"Almost, almost got it," he gritted his teeth: "I have planned to capture him tonight, and I have already planned when to do it."
After saying that, he turned his head and stared at Thales: "Until these two damn guys spoil my good deeds, just before I leave."
Thales coughed lightly and twitched the corners of his mouth.
"If you stay in the sack obediently, Dean," the prince glanced at the other party, as if unwilling to be outdone: "Maybe by this time, we will have caught the cunning little prince with you."
Ricky exhaled heavily, as if to expel the dissatisfaction and anger deep in his heart.
The driller looked at Dean and then at Thales, his eyes rolling back and forth.
"Very good, then go find the businessman named Tomdin," Russell folded his arms and muttered: "Let him hand over the prince."
"Or pay the price."
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Get ready, everyone, let's start planning now," Ricky knocked on the table and hummed: "Tomdin's home and the Prison of Bones, we must raid two places at the same time, and both must be completed simultaneously.
Drill, I need you to take responsibility..."
Following his order, the Swords of Disaster took action one after another.
At this moment, both Thales and Dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Before that, I need to contact the people in the dark room," Dean looked very unhappy, looking at the two people on the rope: "These two traitors can't even think about..."
Just at this time.
"Wait a minute!"
One finger was raised in the air.
Thales and Dean were both stunned.
It's a drill.
I saw that the spokesperson of Shadow Shield was still smiling at this moment.
The tavern suddenly fell silent, and Ricky and others who were making plans all raised their heads.
"This is the distinguished guest in the darkroom named Dean," the driller gestured to Dean kindly, and then pointed at Thales: "You said that they dealt with you in order to replace or monopolize your achievements?"
Dean's heart skipped a beat.
Thales also gritted his teeth.
"It's the same as you, isn't it," he said calmly:
"The thief of the Shadow Shield, the one who betrayed the Shadow Master."
But the drill boy ignored his sarcasm and asked, "And you met the prince in the desert, but you didn't dare to take action because you were unsure and isolated?"
Dean snorted softly: "I don't want to repeat it."
At this time, Ricky felt something was wrong. He looked at the drill and then at Dean: "What's wrong?"
The driller waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.
"But look at you, Dean, you don't look like you are alone," the driller said with a rich expression, his eyes constantly switching between Dean, Thales, and Quick Rope: "Although, your two
This subordinate doesn’t look very reliable.”
"Not only did the fainted people wake up halfway, but even the corpses were destroyed and traces were destroyed, they all came here to ask for help."
"Tsk, tsk," the driller chuckled and said, "It's so pitiful. As a secret agent, no matter how amateur you are, you have to have a limit."
Thales and Quick Rope looked ugly.
"You can laugh as much as you want," Dean retorted calmly: "I don't deny that the darkrooms are mixed, and we don't have a fixed and wealthy royal family like the secret department, which provides endless support for hundreds of years."
"However, there are too many people in the world who laugh at Ms. Cassian and the darkroom. You are just one of those ignorant people."
The driller sighed softly and shook his head apologetically.
"No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, I have never had any doubts about the famous Scarlet Witch."
"It's just that this made me very interested in your two subordinates." The drill seemed to be really sorry. He hunched his shoulders, held his chin in his mouth, and chuckled to indicate to Thales: "Especially
Yes, the mastermind who opposed you is just a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old."
Listening to these words, Thales's arm muscles became tighter and tighter.
Everyone looked over.
Just listen to the drill son, like a minstrel, speaking with emotion and emotion:
"Perhaps this young man who started his darkroom career at the age of ten and has a bright future is also cunning, vicious, cautious, good at acting, and even scheming?"
At that moment, Thales felt a chill in his heart, and the pupils that looked at him suddenly shrank!
Oops.
Oops!
After hearing these adjectives, Dean clenched his fists. Others did not react so quickly, but they quickly remembered something amid doubts and confusion.
Dean's face turned grim.
But he soon discovered that the initiative in this meeting was no longer in his hands.
"correct."
"I remembered," Russell's voice sounded slowly: "Six years ago, when I was on my way to the stars as an envoy and returned with the body of Prince Morar... all I heard in my ears was the first
News about the second prince."
"About how young and mature he is, how smart and intelligent he is, and how he is only seven or eight years old, he refutes a group of highly respected princes and nobles to the point of being unable to step down."
Russell's eyes were sharp: "Dean, I almost got fooled by you."
The leader of the Sword of Disaster was silent, but he made a gentle gesture to Clay.
"What are you implying..." Dean raised his head, his face more serious than ever before, and he was about to step forward.
The next second, I saw a flash of sword light!
"Move, Dean," Clay, the swordsman from the North, said in an ethereal voice, holding up the Dark Light Sword, "and you'll die."
Dean looked at the sword on his chest in surprise: "You..."
But he found that, at some point, Ricky's gaze towards him had become cold, and the masked man next to him was sneering lightly.
The drill made a clicking sound.
"have to say."
He reached into his arms, took out a small scroll, and slowly unfolded it: "When you cut your hair and change your clothes, it is no longer neat, but ragged..."
The driller sighed and gently dropped the scroll in his hand.
"...It's pretty hard to recognize."
Thales lowered his head with a stiff expression and looked at the scroll.
That's a sketch.
The painting shows a thin, tidy boy in his teens, with a handsome face and a calm expression.
It's like having a well-thought-out plan.
"Please forgive me for being rude." The drill brushed off the dust on his body, turned to Thales solemnly and gently, and bowed deeply: "I, the drill master, come from the Shield of Shadows. I can see you with my own eyes. It's really mine."
pleasure."
"Dear Your Highness Thales."
At that moment, there was a sound of breathing in the tavern.
The leader of the Sword of Disaster, Ricky stood up from his chair as if facing a formidable enemy, his eyes firmly locked on Thales.
Clay frowned in disbelief, looked at the portrait on the ground, and then at the gray-faced young man.
The masked man's eyes were like knives, and the blade was sharp, as if he wanted to cut Thales' face open.
Marina couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes, she couldn't believe that the thief who had just picked the lock was a prince.
Russell looked at the prince with a complicated expression, looking at the culprit who caused the Exeter mission to completely fail.
Dean gritted his teeth and looked at the sword on his chest with an angry expression.
Kuaisheng sighed in pain and covered his face.
Thales slowly closed his eyes, shutting out everyone's reactions, and did not move for a long time.
Several seconds passed before he slowly opened his eyes.
The prince sighed heavily, leaned back on the chair, and with an indescribable sense of exhaustion and relief at finally reaching this point, he weakly waved his hand to the drill:
"Fuck you."
I've been itching for the past few days and want to revise the previous chapters and fix a few bugs.