Yodel, Gilbert and Jinnie, who looked back from time to time with a worried expression, walked out of the banquet hall silently with different steps and different moods.
Under the ever-extinguishing lights in the hall, only Thales, who was sitting on the main seat, and Morat, who was standing far behind the banquet table, were left.
silence.
But nervous.
Thales relaxed his shoulders pretending to be relaxed and put on a smile commonly used in the beggar days.
But he still felt that the gnawing gaze of the old man in black was still fixed on him.
Thales felt the strange atmosphere in front of him, doubts kept popping up in his heart, and his mind tightly grasped the only information.
The head of the kingdom's secret department.
Intelligence chief.
Black Prophet.
Poisonous snake.
Know my former identity as a beggar.
There is also Red Square Street and... The Magician.
"I won't talk nonsense, kid," Morat seemed to have lost his patience. He abandoned his former tenderness and his hoarse voice was extremely harsh:
"I just want to know the night you escaped from Hongfang Street."
"Everything he said to you when you met the Qi Magic Master."
How did he know that Asheida was talking to me?
Yodel, did he betray me?
Thales' brain was working crazily, but this time, there were too many variables and information to process.
What did Jodel say to him? How much did he say? What did Morat really know?
About Aixida, about the Blood Bottle Gang, about...my magic power is "out of control"?
But no matter what - Thales affirmed in his anxious heart: I must ensure my own safety first.
Ever since that night when Quaid came to the sixth house to look for his hidden copper, he, the beggar Thales, or the would-be heir Thales, seemed to have become accustomed to living alone in the precarious fate of being involuntarily trying to survive.
"What?" Thales's face showed just the right amount of confusion, and then he suddenly said seamlessly: "Oh, magician! You mean, the bosses of the legendary Blood Bottle Gang?"
Morat narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be confused and hesitant.
Thales pretended to be reminiscing, and lightly scratched his head: "That night, I remember everything was so chaotic, everywhere... According to the boss of the Blood Bottle Gang..."
But things were not as he expected.
"child!"
He was interrupted.
Morat leaned on his crutch expressionlessly, and his voice reached Thales's ears.
"You are very talented at lying and acting. But what I want to ask is," Morat suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his dark eyes shot into Thales' eyes, which made people feel chilled: "Your old friend—
—Asheida Sachon!”
Thales was shocked.
"I'll say it again."
"Before Yodel appeared and sealed him, what exactly did Asida say to you?"
Morat waited for his answer with glaring eyes.
After being interrupted, Thales stopped dumbly and lowered his head.
What does he know?
Did he know that I had met Asheida? Or did he see through me directly?
No matter which point - the time traveler's heart beats - it's too bad.
This old man - Thales tried his best to calm down - will probably be the most difficult guy I have ever faced.
But since he asked, he probably still doesn't know - Thales gritted his teeth and secretly thought - he doesn't know what Asheida said to me.
Especially, Asheida and I are in the same situation.
But Morat's next words shattered his thoughts again.
"Let me remind you again, kid," Morat laughed unpleasantly:
"Asida, we found a new magician, right?"
At that moment, Thales felt as if he had fallen straight into an ice cave!
Yodel, the time traveler thought in a panic, what on earth did Yodel say to him?
Why is he so sure?
"Haha," Morat laughed strangely.
"It's not without reason that people are afraid of me." The old man in black walked forward step by step, leaning on a cane, and approached Thales.
At that moment, Thales even had the desire to escape.
"I am a superpower - even though I don't like this superpower, it really helps me a lot."
Bad thoughts flashed through Thales's mind.
"There is no need for you to lie anymore about the Qi Magician."
"I can see it clearly in your mind - Asheida, ah, that handsome guy in blue, God, he is still so young!"
Morat's words hit Thales in the chest like a heavy hammer!
But Morat, who was very interested, was not done yet, and his words chilled Thales more and more.
"What's that in Asida's hand? A blue ball?"
"Look at those three meat balls. Does he still like to play with squeezing human flesh?"
"Well, why is it so dark all around? Where are you?"
Morat's face was full of relish, as if he was flipping through an interesting travel journal.
Thales, whose mind went blank, began to tremble unconsciously.
Blue clothes?
Pretty boy?
Blue ball?
Squeeze human flesh?
Total darkness?
How did he know? How could he know?
Thales even felt like his breathing was about to stop.
Morat seemed to be very tired. He lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Ah, this ability is really hard to use. It can't be used frequently."
He immediately raised his head, grinned, showed an ugly smile full of wrinkles, and looked at Thales, who was already sluggish:
"That's why others call me - 'Black Prophet'."
Thales was so shocked that he was speechless.
I saw Morat gently opening his lips and spitting out the most poisonous words for the time traveler:
"Yes, kid."
"I can read people's minds."
At this moment, Thales truly felt that he was about to be in trouble.
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"What should we do now?" Standing in the corridor on the second floor, a first-class palace lady, Ji Ni looked at the two men in front of her with a bad expression: "You know Morat's capabilities and capabilities. He will use secrets and information
, scandal, anything you can think of to control whoever he wants to control."
"Don't worry, let that child..." Jinni took a few steps and said bitterly: "He is very smart, very mature, and has potential - but he is the Black Prophet!"
"The omniscient 'Black Prophet'!"
"I know what he is capable of," Gilbert said solemnly: "How do you think the "Fortress Peace Treaty" was signed without the help of the secret department?"
"Then you let him go - what on earth did that bastard Kessel think?" Jinni was so angry that she slapped her hand on the railing on the second floor. The force was so strong that it directly dented a piece of the fir railing.
At this time, Gilbert frowned and suddenly turned back.
Jinni, who felt something strange, also turned her head in confusion.
In the huge corridor, apart from the motionless guards, there were only two of them.
At some point, Yodel has disappeared.
Again.
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at the same time.
At the north gate of Yongxing City, the guards and city defense teams had finished their day of standing guard and were preparing to pull down the giant gate and close the magnificent ink stone gate.
This is another peaceful day... the city defense captain of the last shift thought so, waved his hand, and prepared for his shift.
But the soldiers standing guard at the city gate saw with sharp eyes several figures on horses galloping towards the royal capital in the distance.
Behind them is a white flag.
"Wait! Don't close the city gate yet!" The sentry shouted with a loud voice to a group of colleagues at the gate: "There are fast horses! It should be a messenger!"
The captain climbed up to the city gate in confusion and looked at the group of cavalry in the distance.
It wasn't until the opponent approached that the captain was surprised to see that the opponent was holding a flying eagle flag with a white background.
Flying eagle on white background?
The sentry post five miles away did not stop them, so it must be an important messenger, but...
The captain took a step forward with a solemn expression and shouted:
"The royal capital is ahead! Slow down immediately!"
"City defense team, interception formation!"
Under the city gate, dozens of soldiers from the city defense team immediately shouted, their swords were unsheathed, their shields formed a wall, and stars shone brightly, blocking the city gate and forming a formation in the direction of the cavalry's advance!
"Knight, slow down immediately! Report your identity!" the captain shouted towards the outside of the city.
I saw the knight under the city raising his head, but his speed did not slow down. He raised a scroll and shouted anxiously:
"An urgent message from the Lord of Cold Castle, Lord Protector of the North, Lord Val Arend!"
"Emergency level: seventh level!"
"Your Majesty!"
"No one can stop me!"
"The Duke will be here soon!"
"This is your lord's order!"
As he spoke, the knight raised his hand, and the scroll tied with stones flew up to the city gate in an incredible way, and was firmly grasped by the captain with super-level strength.
He is a master, worthy of being a knight of the Northland - the captain felt the strength in his hands and thought silently.
But after the captain took apart the paint on it, scanned it, and checked the signatures and marks on it, he nodded.
The captain stepped up to the outer edge of the city gate in three or two steps and shouted to the formation below:
"Everyone, disperse the formation! Let us go immediately!"
"Thank you so much!" The knights under the city gate rushed past the soldiers who gave way to the way. Under the surprised eyes of passers-by, they beat their mounts desperately and galloped towards the center of the royal capital.
"Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!" The leading knight looked crazy and urged the entire team without any regard for horsepower!
The captain looked at the knight who was leaving with a bad expression on his face: "Don't close the door yet. If what he said is true, we still have a Northern Guardian Duke to greet him."
Emergency level, seventh level?
The most urgent report and letter I have ever encountered since taking office is the military report that His Majesty led the coalition forces to defeat the Barren Skeleton Man and the Orcs, right? Remember that is the sixth level?
What happened?
He was extremely confused.
The captain hesitated for a moment, but still turned his head and asked his colleagues behind him:
"When was the last emergency level report of the seventh level?"
Everyone in the city defense team looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"Do we have a seventh-level emergency level?" A young soldier even asked, scratching his head.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes, seventh grade."
A heavy voice came, and the soldiers turned their heads and looked at the veteran inside.
I saw the veteran's livid face, as if recalling some terrible past: