Kingdom’s Bloodline

Hearing Raphael's words, Thales couldn't help being slightly taken aback. (Look and see♀mobile version)

In the black hole, the black prophet's sneer came again.

Miranda was slightly shocked, clenched her fists, and looked at Raphael with complicated eyes.

damn it.

This self righteous guy.

She looked at Raphael, who was completely different from three years ago, and felt inexplicable emotions in her heart.

Cohen sneered uncomfortably: "It's a good idea... It's a pity, I think I'm smart."

"If it weren't for the contribution of those 'smart' people in the dark," Raphael glanced at him, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "You wouldn't even have the chance to stand here, Master Karabyan."

Cohen looked at Raphael, squinting slightly.

"Do you know," the security officer shrugged, full of resentment, and said to Raphael, "I suddenly remembered our family motto, 'The strong die by the sword, and the wise die by scheming'."

"Oh?" Raphael chuckled inexplicably, his eyes were cold: "Then you must have died by the sword, Your Excellency the Strong?"

Cohen let out a breath of dissatisfaction: "That's also..."

"You two," Miranda interrupted them, and the female swordsman raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Enough, this is in front of His Highness."

Cohen and Raphael snorted disdainfully at the same time.

Thales and Xiao Slick exchanged a helpless look.

The young man from the secret department turned his head, took a deep breath, and continued the topic: "As for the second accident."

"It's Rumba."

Thales frowned: "What's wrong with Rumba?"

"His manpower is very efficient. From Commas to the connections of the underground gangsters, and even the Shadow Shield, his actions can be described as unimpeded and well-organized." Raphael replied solemnly.

From the other end of the black hole, there was a slightly accelerated panting sound.

"In order to prevent Nunn and the dark room from detecting Lumbard's actions in advance,

We have made countless plans and thrown a lot of bait," Raphael lowered his head, and said to the human being on the other side of the black hole: "But thanks to Rumba's extraordinary efficiency and ability, the Secret Division didn't bother too much. "

"But it wasn't until last night that I realized that Rumba did many things that were not planned." Raphael said coldly.

Thales pursed his lips: "For example?"

"For example, the army," Raphael said lightly: "In the original plan, Rumba didn't need so many troops at all, but he still transported them in."

Thales frowned: Sure enough.

In the turbid air, there was a cold snort from the Black Prophet.

"Another example is you," Raphael looked at his two contemporaries, his eyes skipping over the thoughtful Miranda and the puzzled Cohen: "You are looking for the sword of disaster and the clues of the magic gun assassination in the Lombard army , and chased all the way to Longxiao City."

Wyah narrowed his eyes and looked at his own single-edged sword, remembering Cohen and Miranda's suspicions about Front of No Return.

strangeness.

The power of termination taught by Mr. Shatier...

why...

"These accidents," at this moment, Black Prophet's hoarse voice suddenly sounded faintly: "What do you think?"

Raphael raised his head slightly and closed his eyes: "I feel something is wrong."

"Something's wrong?"

Cohen sighed: "Even I can see that you were played by Rumba."

But Raphael just continued to close his eyes and meditate, ignoring Cohen.

"There is one more question," Thales couldn't help but said, "Have you figured it out? What exactly does Rumba want to do?"

Whether it was Raphael or the black prophet, there was still no answer.

A few seconds later, Black Prophet suddenly spoke:

"Then have you figured it out?"

Raphael frowned: "Is it the ghost of Shadow Shield?"

Everyone was startled again.

Especially Thales.

He thought again of Luba's conversation with the man named "Jianzi".

Thales didn't speak - he knew that maybe the two people from the Secret Division would answer his doubts.

But the Black Prophet just smiled coldly.

"The accident of the disaster is not the reason for Nunn's death," Mourat said coldly, "The accident of Lumbard does not lie in how powerful he is, but in how he did it."

Hearing the voice of the Black Prophet, Thales suddenly felt shuddering.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be strange emotions in the words of the Black Prophet.

Raphael opened his eyes suddenly, his voice was full of doubts: "Could it be that..."

The Black Prophet's next sentence made everyone frowned and puzzled.

"Among the cuckoo birds in the west, there is a subspecies that usually live in the East China Sea and South Coast of the Stars," Black Prophet continued in his hoarse and creepy voice: "Their way of laying eggs is very special. Eggs are laid in other birds' nests, and their offspring are raised with their resources, care and feeding."

"Therefore, this kind of cuckoo bird that raises its own offspring through other people's nests is also called the 'deceitful angel'." Molat said coldly.

Thales turned his eyes: What do you mean?

Just when everyone else didn't know why and was extremely puzzled, only Raphael remained silent for a long time, his eyebrows raised.

A few seconds later, Raphael's expression froze back to his usual relaxed and indifferent.

"I figured it out," Raphael said lightly, "I just don't know, since when..."

"That's not important," Black Prophet interrupted him unceremoniously: "The important thing is, are you ready?"

Raphael took a deep breath, and under the strange eyes of others, he nodded slightly:

"Yes."

"Very good," the Black Prophet who only heard his voice sneered, "The test for you is only now beginning."

Raphael stood up and slowly clenched his right fist.

In the next second, under the staring eyes of everyone, the weird black hole on Raphael's right arm began to close, and the terrifying sharp teeth around the big "mouth" gradually moved towards the middle.

"Good luck, Your Highness." In the squirm of the black hole, Molat sighed slightly: "It's a pity, dragon blood."

Thales was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that their connection with the Black Prophet was about to be cut off.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the skin on Raphael's hands slowly coalesced.

The black hole just disappeared.

Raphael's arm was intact and clean as before.

Except for the dazzling brand of torture.

Morat Hansen's voice no longer sounded.

"Damn it," Miranda looked at his arm and gritted her teeth, "What the hell is this?"

"Small means of the secret department," Raphael shook his head: "It doesn't matter... what matters now is our next step."

The unwilling Miranda was about to continue asking, but was stopped by Cohen, who shook his head.

"Next step," Thales withdrew his gaze from Raphael's monster arm, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Aren't we going to break through?"

Raphael shook his head.

"I always thought that the sudden madness of the disaster attracted most of the power, resulting in the emptiness of Dragon Clouds City's defenses, and that's why King Nun was assassinated without any power to fight back," the young man from the Secret Division pulled down his right hand Covering the brand mark with his sleeve, he said calmly: "I always thought that the efficient actions of Luba's subordinates were due to his well-prepared and well-mannered subordinates."

"I was wrong."

Thales showed a questioning expression.

Raphael didn't keep him wondering for long.

"The defense around King Nun is so empty, not only because he is afraid of disasters, but also because someone asked him to do so—such as sending out all the white-bladed guards, such as the clearance patrol," Raphael smiled, like It solved the puzzle that has plagued me for many years: "The reason why Lumbardy can move so smoothly, and even the army can be transported into the city silently, is definitely not because of the efficient operation of the black sand collar."

For a moment, Thales frowned.

He sensed that something was wrong: something was wrong with everyone else.

Miranda's eyes flashed, she seemed to realize something, and turned slowly in one direction.

Cohen watched Miranda's movements, took a deep breath, and slowly put on the sword at his waist.

Huaiya seemed to have sensed something, he raised his head suddenly, holding the sword at his waist with an ugly expression.

Rolf also frowned, and looked towards the end of the cell—the thick door.

Everyone looked towards the door.

Or rather, the thing outside that door.

Thales' face turned pale.

The next moment, he and the little slippery head were protected by Wyatt and Rolf at the same time.

Raphael's words continued, but with a serious tone: "For today, you can't imagine how many resources and contacts we have invested, Your Highness."

"When you set foot on the border of Exeter, 'Dragon's Blood' has become the general trend, and there is no turning back." The young man from the Secret Division drew out his sword, turned around, faced the Houmen, and took a deep breath: "Just relying on a mere Rumba, even with their gangsters, can't reverse the ending we set."

Raphael's eyes became extremely sharp: "But Rumba and the others just managed to do it."

"They completely destroyed the secret department's plan and reversed the ending in one fell swoop."

Thales' heart moved: "You mean..."

"They reversed the situation in the most disadvantaged situation, knocked Nunn down in an instant, and put the situation in the hands of Rumba, Your Highness," Raphael turned around, looking calmly at the thick door of the cell : "They are like that kind of 'deceitful angels', through the lair of the Kingdom Secret Division, through our carefully prepared plan for many years, to hatch the results they want."

Everyone entered the highest security, looking at the thick door that separated the inside and outside of the cell.

"This is a game in the dark, it's just that we got the opponent wrong." Raphael narrowed his eyes, a pair of pupils reflecting red light in the darkness, "The one sitting at the other end of the chessboard is neither Rumba nor his opponent." Cliques, not to mention the Shadow Shield."

Thales's heart moved, and he thought about many things.

For example... why would King Nun think that the sword of disaster was involved in the death of Moral.

"This style, this method, as far as I know," Raphael nodded, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp:

"Only belongs to one person."

"A person we always thought would only stand on the side of King Nun."

No one spoke.

Thales gently held the jc dagger and began to hold his breath.

Behind him, the little slippery head tremblingly asked: "What's the matter?"

Thales shook his head.

click.

The thick door was opened.

Everyone in the cell tensed up instantly!

A figure slowly walked into the dark cell.

Light on your feet.

"Sorry to bother you," the visitor said in a gentle voice, politely and kindly:

"It's just that you haven't broken through for a long time... I just have to come up and take a look."

The moment he saw the person coming, Thales' eyes froze instantly.

His heartbeat started to speed up.

It was a kind and kind old woman in a red robe.

smiling.

"Since that old man can let you take charge of the plague of blood alone, he must be absolutely sure," the kind voice continued: "So, this little friend of the secret department, I want to ask you..."

Under Thales' complicated eyes, the person in charge of Exeter's "dark room", Ms. Kashan, known as the Scarlet Witch, slowly raised her head.

The old woman showed a wrinkled smile to the dignified Raphael, and said the next sentence in a friendly tone:

"Give me the staff of the stars."

"OK?"