Kingdom’s Bloodline

The others stared blankly at the terrifying black hole on Raphael's arm, and listened to the black prophet's voice in a daze, unable to react at all. This article is sponsored by www. lwχs520. com first launch

Thales' thoughts stopped at the brand mark on Raphael's hand and the unknown thing under it. The little slippery head was holding on to his arm, trembling slightly, not daring to look at the black hole glance.

Wyah stood in front of Thales with an ugly expression, and unconsciously pressed the single-edged sword at his waist. Rolf's expression was half covered under a mask, but his twitching brows said everything.

Cohen opened his eyes wide, looking at the strange appearance of his old friend in shock, while Miranda stared at Raphael's arm, breathing disorderly.

"Communication category: flying squirrel." Raphael seemed to be very weak. He straightened up with a pale face, and while signaling others to be calm with his eyes, he said something incomprehensible to the weird black hole on his arm:

"The white gloves are stained with blood, and the double-edged gun is broken."

Thales frowned slightly: Is this a password?

Raphael's voice fell, and the cell fell silent.

Suddenly, the sharp teeth around the black hole squirmed.

Almost everyone breathed hard, and Huai Ya was so nervous that he even unsheathed the sword in his hand.

The next moment, that faint but clear voice came from Raphael's arm again as the black hole moved:

"Who's there?" Black Prophet said coldly.

Raphael raised his head.

"The second prince, his entourage," Raphael's red eyes swept across the prince and the people behind him, then at Cohen and Miranda, with complicated eyes: "And the two I mentioned earlier."

The black hole fell silent again.

"Your Highness," Raphael's breathing calmed down, and the weakness he had just opened the black hole from his arm seemed to gradually disappear: "I want to know about the 'Dragon's Blood'."

Thales endured the nausea of ​​that disgusting, sharp-toothed black hole—since he got to know the blood mage, his tolerance to nausea has been greatly enhanced—the prince took a breath and frowned. He raised his eyebrows and asked:

"What exactly is this?"

Nothing can be seen inside the black hole,

There is only a bottomless darkness, but Thales knows that it is definitely not Raphael's arm or flesh and blood.

Under the dim light, the prince looked at the black hole in disbelief, and asked everyone's doubts: "Is that... the voice of Morat?"

Raphael gave him a deep look and didn't speak.

What answered him was the black hole wriggling again.

"His Royal Highness Thales," came the hoarse voice, but changed the conversation partner: "Do you know who I am?"

All eyes turned to the second prince.

Raphael nodded to him, and pointed the black hole on his arm at Thales.

Thales didn't look at the black hole, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He got rid of any distracting thoughts in his mind and forgot about the unpleasant encounter in the Mindis Hall.

"Of course, Lord Hansen," Thales opened his eyes and calmly said to the black hole, "I'm deeply impressed, I dare not forget."

Others looked at this scene with different expressions.

The black hole squirmed again, and Morat's hoarse and old sneer came from inside.

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, I'm not by your side," Black Prophet's voice sounded like a poisonous snake, making people feel uneasy: "Of course, you can also treat me as if I'm by your side—if that makes you feel at ease. "

Thales showed an awkward and ugly smile.

Although he didn't know if the black prophet could see it.

"So, what do you want to know?" Black Prophet said slowly.

"Fifteen minutes," Rafael silently reminded from the side: "Don't forget, their next inspection."

I want to know what - Thales clenched his fist slightly, his brain started working quickly, and scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Everything," he said without hesitation, raising his head, "about this Lumbard's action, about King Nunn's death——I want to know everything the Secret Division has."

Cheering laughter came from the black hole.

Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with uncomfortable expressions.

"Okay," finally, Black Prophet's voice brightened, although it was still unpleasant: "Where should I start?"

Thales didn't speak, he was waiting for Morat.

"Well, there is a good time," the Black Prophet at the other end said softly: "The Year of Blood."

Hearing that noun again, Thales felt his heart start beating again.

Miranda and Rafael Ziqi looked up, looked at each other silently, and read out the emotions that only each other could understand.

"At the most difficult time for the stars, an earl from the black sand collar brought Exeter's credential, or a declaration of war," the black prophet's voice was as hoarse and ugly as ever, but surprisingly calm: "that The Earl has just gained fame in the Northland—he followed the traditional and cruel ancient style of the Northland, stepped over the corpse of his brother, and seized the inheritance rights of the Grand Duke of Black Sand."

Thales felt the little slippery head tighten his hand slightly.

"When he told the entire court what Nun wanted, when the war between the dragon and the stars was unavoidable," Molat continued, "the former king detained the emissary of Exeter— The identity of the heir to the Black Sand Territory must be very suitable as a bargaining chip in the war."

Thales clenched his fist slightly. The story that Lumbard told in the carriage was cut off on the day when he was sent to the stars, but what the prince didn't expect was that he could hear the follow-up from the mouth of the Black Prophet.

I only heard the Black Prophet continue: "However, a wise Highness concluded after combining the investigation of the Secret Division: The purpose of Dragon Clouds City is to use our hands to execute Charman Rumba - King Nuen probably hates him very much. A nephew who killed a brother."

Thales' eyebrows twitched: Your majesty the wise?

"So, after some secret talks, Charman Rumba was successfully 'out of trouble' under the 'rescue' of his subordinates," the Black Prophet let out a gritty laugh, as if enjoying this memory: "His Royal Highness Midil told me , he saw something unusual in the eyes of the young Earl of Lombard."

Midil Canxing.

Thales extracted this name from his memory: the eldest son of the former king and crown prince, his uncle.

"Unusual?" Thales frowned slightly: "You mean Lombard's hatred for Nun VII, Walton and Dragon Clouds?"

Morat's indiscriminate cold snort came from the black hole, which seemed to be ridicule and irony.

"Throughout the ages, every Grand Duke of Exeter has hated the man who sits on the common throne, not necessarily Walton or Rumba," the Black Prophet hoarsely said, "But why is it Charmain alone? ? I think His Royal Highness Midil has his own reasons."

"A seed was planted like this, and it grew in the dark for twelve years," Molat seemed to be feeling: "Although Midil can no longer see it."

Thales' nerves tightened.

"Wait, the contact between Mike and Rumba began twelve years ago?" The second prince raised his head in astonishment: "Then why didn't you stop his plot to assassinate Moral and stop the war between the two countries?" Crisis? And Broken Dragon Fortress..."

His reaction was interrupted by the Black Seer.

"Contact? You misunderstood," hummed the hoarse voice in the black hole, "Rumba has always been independent and free. The Secret Division neither bought nor controlled him: that is the most efficient method."

"This is a tacit understanding."

"We didn't communicate with each other for twelve years and turned a blind eye to each other."

"But when the time came, we opened our eyes together from dormancy, and saw each other in the boundless darkness."

The Black Prophet's words became more and more cold. At that moment, Thales even felt that there was a ferocious beast that preyed on the other side of the black hole.

No, it's a venomous snake.

In the dark cell, Thales stared blankly at the black hole in Raphael's hand, without saying a word.

Opposite him, Cohen let out a long sigh, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"Damn conspiracy." The police officer muttered in a low voice.

No one paid any attention to him, everyone was listening to the words of the Black Prophet:

"Since Your Highness established your identity, especially after you were assassinated under the Broken Dragon Fortress..."

"The conspiracy of Rumba and Peifet trying to break the monopoly of Wo's throne has been exposed," Morat at the other end of the black hole let out a stern laugh:

"Secret science knows: the time has come."

Thales bit his lower lip lightly, exhaled and said, "Since then, you all know that Peifit did it? You also know about Luba's plan?"

The Black Prophet sneered, but did not answer.

It was Raphael who answered him.

"No, we don't care about the truth and details," the young man from the Secret Division held his right arm, quietly looking at the hideous black hole on his arm, "What we care about is very simple and pure, that is 'Eck ster unstable' such a cast-iron fact.

"That's right, we're not just cooperating with Rumba," Raphael lowered his head and whispered with an unclear expression: "We also provided him with the only help, which is also the most critical part of his plan."

Miranda looked at him fixedly, her face unpredictable.

Thales closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then spat out the word with difficulty: "Disaster."

Raphael nodded.

"Not long before your Highness's mission," Raphael raised his head, all the emotions on his face disappeared, "A veteran gangster related to the magician suffered a disastrous defeat in the capital. "

"Because of this fiasco, the plague of blood, which had disappeared for many years, was forced to reappear."

The Black Prophet's laughter came again.

"Perfect timing, perfect chess piece," Mourat sighed meaningfully, as if admiring a work of art: "and the perfect executor—for Charmain Rumba, there is nothing more important than this." Good 'help'."

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

The Black Prophet's laughter came again.

"We forged some small news," the master of the secret department said with great interest at the other end of the black hole: "Throwing out a half-truth and half-fake bait, it is enough to lure the blood magician to go north."

"Ramon, I remember that he is the one the Blood Bottle Gang is looking for," Thales came back to his senses, and suddenly realized: "So, he didn't enter my team by accident, did he?"

Raphael showed him an almost nonexistent smile.

"That's how we introduced the blood magician into Dragon Clouds City," Black Prophet said indifferently, "This chess piece has completed its layout, and we only wait for qualified people to activate it."

Little Slippery whimpered in fear—Thales knew what she remembered.

Qualified person...starts...

Thales recalled the scene of the black sword rushing towards the blood magician without hesitation.

but.

"Introducing Dragon Clouds...start?" Thales murmured.

Thales clenched his fists.

Before his eyes flashed the scene of countless people struggling, wailing, and crying in the shield zone, and then powerlessly died of suffocation or falling into the tentacles.

He thought of himself and the little slippery head on the run.

In every corner they ran behind, there were countless dead bodies.

"Chess pieces?" Thales gritted his teeth and raised his head.

"Do you take that... disasters as pawns?" The second prince suppressed the unhappiness in his heart: "What gave you such confidence that you could control the legendary disasters and those who destroy the world? strength?"

Raphael turned his head and glanced at him.

"confidence?"

Raphael snorted coldly:

"In all recorded history, no matter how powerful the power is, no matter how terrifying the existence, even those monsters that can shatter the continent in a single thought, are nothing but noises and clouds that pass in the blink of an eye."

"No one has ever conquered everything with power," Raphael raised his hand and nodded his head: "So you don't have to be superstitious about power."

"This is the confidence of the secret department."

"In front of the real strong, even a disaster is just a pawn."

Thales was shocked.

The real strong...

"This sentence," Thales raised his head, his eyes full of suspicion: "Who told you?"

Raphael's eyelids twitched, and he stared at Thales.

But the young man still said silently: "My teacher."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

"Go on," Miranda said. In the cell, her cold voice was particularly prominent: "How are you going to use it, that disaster?"

Black Prophet let out another deep hoarse laugh.

"Last night, we launched the plague of blood as planned," Raphael took over the Black Prophet's words at this time: "King Nun soon learned of the news - in his city, there is a legendary Monsters are raging."

"This is all our work." Raphael glanced around at the people around him, and his tone returned to the previous indifference: "Just to achieve two goals."

"First, divert and transfer two powerful legendary anti-magic weapons." He said coldly.

Cohen frowned slightly: "Away? Away from disaster?"

Raphael looked at his old friend with a mysterious smile.

"No," the young man from the Secret Department said softly, "Get away from King Nuen."

Thales shuddered, he thought of the man with the gun and Nicolai when Heijian led him into the battlefield.

They were all, they were all deliberately lured away...

"The Soul Slaughter Gun that can kill people with one blow, and the Soul Slayer Blade that can establish an absolute barrier," Raphael explained softly, "They will all be great obstacles for assassins to solve Nunn."

"What about the second target?" Miranda asked coldly.

Raphael turned his head and looked at the female swordsman beside him.

This time, there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

"Second, use the disaster to completely strip Nunn from the heavy encirclement of the army and guards." He looked into Miranda's eyes and continued.

"The more enemies there are, the stronger the Blood Mage is—in order to deal with it, you have to give up your superiority in numbers," Raphael moved his eyes away from Miranda, and his eyes slowly focused: "Sure enough, Nunn As we expected, Wang ordered martial law in the city, evacuated the people, dispatched the patrol team, and strictly prohibited the recruitment of militias without waiting for us to remind him."

The Black Prophet sighed faintly on the other side of the black hole, Thales could hear it: it was a sincere sigh.

"In the past thirty years of rule, King Nun has never been as vulnerable as last night, away from the protection of the army and armed forces," Raphael said softly: "The rest of the matter can be handled by Lunba."

His voice fell.

There was silence again in the cell.

Until Cohen, who couldn't bear it anymore, spoke in disbelief.

"This is, the truth about the disaster that befell Dragon Clouds City?" The police officer gritted his teeth, remembering the bright big belt, and said with hatred: "So many people died? Paying such a high price... just for... "

Raphael interrupted him.

"Trying so much to bring the disaster to Dragon Clouds City, of course it can't be so naive to make it troublesome." The young man from the Secret Division snorted coldly: "Our goal has been clear from the beginning—— die."

Cohen lowered his head, clenched his fists, expressionless.

The Black Prophet's words reappeared at this time:

"By the hand of a Grand Duke of Exeter, we overturned the throne of the king who held it together."

"For the first time in history, a Duke of the North killed the reigning king."

“Never before has Nakaju’s covenant of co-government been violated so severely.”

Thales felt the little slippery head shrank slightly behind him. He didn't know if it was fear or pain.

"Exter, will fall into endless chaos from now on."

"The blood of the majestic dragon spilled on the northern land, dying, and the dragon wings in the sky fell to the ground, unable to rise again," Molat sighed softly, as if recalling those glorious years in the past:

"This is the top-secret plan that the Secret Division has been preparing for twelve years since the Bloody Year and His Royal Highness Midir's idea."

"Code name: 'Dragon Blood'."