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\u003eChapter 335 Confusion on the way home Contents Bookmark Comments on Chapter 335 Confusion on the way home

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 12298

Thales thought that Raphael's exhortation was enough to make him uneasy.

Until it took Thirty seconds for Putillai to tell Thales the way to get the latter out of the city safely in the smoky passage.

To sum it up—Thales twitched and looked at Puttilai with a natural expression—that is:

follow me.

Go forward.

Then smile.

Gone.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Thales stared at Puttilai, who was intoxicated in the smoke, in disbelief: "What do you mean by 'going straight ahead' and 'smiling friendly to the connector'?"

Puttilai took a deep drag on the cigarette, and slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"And there is no disguise or..." The prince responded with deep worry and contempt for the other party's vague explanation: "Who is the connector? When will we meet? How will he send me out...cough cough cough..."

The smoke from Putilai muddied the already dim vision in the passage, and the pungent smell of tobacco made Thales cough again and again.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Putilei said calmly, "In the past month, just the tail of Dragon Cloud City following me is enough for me to drink a pot, and I don't even have the time to smoke."

"Don't worry, the connector will find you." Facing Thales' accusatory eyes, Puttilai smiled slightly: "And the place you are going to is relatively safe. As for not pretending to be, it is because he is afraid that he will not recognize you." out of you..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Him?"

Putile walked up to him in two steps, smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, pulling Thales outward.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Puttilai bit his cigarette holder and exhaled again: "Your Highness, I'll send you off right away!"

Thales' doubts did not decrease but increased.

"What?"

The prince covered his nose and frowned, struggling to find his way through the smoke: "But that's all you said..."

But as soon as the words came out, he was held down by Putilei's palm and covered his mouth!

Puttilai had a serious expression and made a silent gesture to him.

Thales was startled, held his breath unknowingly, and only inhaled slowly through his nose.

But Puttilai exhaled another puff of smoke, his mouth was still opening and closing: "Believe me, this is enough... My way is absolutely safe..."

Step, step, step.

Puttilai led him forward coldly, without stopping.

They passed through a fork in the middle of the road, and under the cover of smoke, they walked far away to the next unextinguishable lamp.

Thales became more and more frightened as he walked.

Who is he... guarding against?

No.

Thales woke up.

he knows.

In this underground tunnel, the only thing Puttilai has to guard against is...

It wasn't until he came to a secret door that was as ugly as the surrounding earthen wall, and the passage behind him had returned to darkness and disappeared completely, that Puttilai stopped, paused for a few seconds, and turned his head to listen to something.

After a while, he took a deep breath and let Thales go.

"It does seem to be gone."

Puttilai put down the extinguished pipe, his expression slightly relaxed.

Thales looked at him in disbelief, and said softly, "What's going on?"

why would……

But Puttilai quickly answered his question.

"Since the people from the Secret Division have left," the thin middle-aged Lord leaned against the wall and sighed, "Then, it's time..."

The face of the middle-aged man flickered back and forth under the light of the inextinguishable lamp, and the dust fell on his shoulders, leaving spots of stains, but Putilei had no intention of wiping it off at all.

flash dance novel network

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't seen Puttilai like this for a long time.

The last time, it seems, was six years ago?

Under the dim light, Puttilai calmed down his emotions, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Listen well, Your Highness, what I want to say next is something that sanctimonious old fox of Gilbert will never tell you .”

"He will only encourage you with starry eyes to be a good prince and bring the kingdom to the top."

"It won't be a mysterious and abnormal secret science that will tell you."

"Their principle is always 'the less the better', whether it is an insider or a participant."

Thales became more and more strange the more he heard it.

Neither Gilbert nor the Secret Division will tell me...

"Pitilai," the prince looked at him in disbelief: "What insider, what participant?"

Puttilai pursed his lips, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes made him look even more tired.

"Your Highness."

"We paid such a high price to rescue you, but you asked just now, 'Is it worth it'," Puttilai frowned, holding the pipe in his hand upside down, and didn't even care about spilling the ash: "That's not the case. Just out of guilt, right?"

"You are also suspicious."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

He looked at Puttilai with suspicious eyes:

"what do you want to say?"

Puttilai closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and let it out slowly.

"What I want to answer you is the doubt: the doubt you have had since I came to Dragon Clouds dozens of days ago."

Thales' face became serious.

Pete Lai opened his eyes.

"Your Highness," Puttilai said sternly, as if he had made up his mind, "You once asked me, where have I been in the past six years, and why did I show up now to bring you back to China? "

"Why now?"

Thales frowned slightly at first, and then, full of doubts, he nodded slightly under Puttilai's abnormal eyes: "Yes?"

In the narrow passage, Thales and Puttilai leaned against the walls on both sides, facing each other silently, looking at each other's semi-dark faces under the light and shadow of the lights.

"You're right," Puttilai said softly, "We didn't come to rescue you on a sudden whim, or because we thought six years was too long."

"We, including the secret department that has been secretly guarding you for six years, suddenly appeared in Dragon Clouds City six years later, and wanted to rescue you——There is a reason."

Thales' pupils focused slightly.

His heartbeat slowly increased.

"You mean..."

Puttilai took another breath, as if this action would cost him a lot of courage: "I think, there are some things you need to know... at least some of them."

Thales was horrified to find that Puttilai's tone was slightly trembling.

Even he started to get nervous unconsciously.

"Your Highness, do you still remember what happened in Dragon Clouds City six years ago?"

"Huh," Thales exhaled, and opened up those unpleasant memories: "I want to forget, the disaster hit the city, the dragon came back, Luba killed the king and..."

Ke Putilei interrupted him almost roughly.

"No," said the thin Lord coldly, "it's not just these."

"On that day six years ago, in the dark that we can't see, outside the Palace of Heroes and the Shield Area, other things happened."

Thales' eyes slowly widened. 35xs

Other...something?

"I believe you can see that when I was young, I worked under Prince Midil," Puttilai talked about the past, and his voice sounded a little uncomfortable, "Sometimes, I would go with the secret department...compared close."

"That's why I was able to find the support I needed so quickly during the crisis six years ago."

Thales' heart trembled, and he began to look at the man in front of him again.

yes.

I see it.

It's just... it's the first time you admit it.

Puttilai Nieman.

Putilei let out a long sigh, as if he was still recalling the past: "Six years ago, the headquarters of Kingdom Secret Division Dragon Cloud City, which was right above our heads, has not yet been rebuilt into the current chess and card room."

"At that time, it was just a hotel," Puttilai's exhaustion was beyond words:

"That night, I got the help of the master here, so I got support, collected resources, and ordered actions-you were able to escape from prison, thanks to him."

Thales looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see a bumpy ceiling with some cobwebs in the corners.

Even the nose is full of the coldness and dampness unique to the basement.

Chess Room.

Hotel?

Secret Division headquarters?

The prince lowered his head, the question remained: "However?"

Puttilai nodded as he thought.

"However."

"On the morning when we broke into the palace and decided the outcome with Rumba."

Puttilai's tone was heavy and sad: "The owner of this inn, the top leader of the Kingdom's Secret Branch Exeter Branch, and a special intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly twenty years, Karen Booker."

"Death by death."

Thales was startled at first, then rolled his eyes.

He could understand Puttilai's sadness, and he could also understand the strangeness of dying unexpectedly, but this is what the other party wanted to say...

Thales quickly asked: "The intelligence officer died unexpectedly? What happened?"

Puttilai's eyes dimmed, and his face twisted a few times under the swaying lights: "The robber stabbed Booker in the back four times."

Thales frowned: "But..."

"Yes, Booker is my old friend for many years." Puti Laiwei's prophet nodded, guessing what Thales thought: "I know his ability, even if the night of disaster and dragon is really chaotic, I can't help it. No housebreaker could take Booker's life."

She looked at him without saying a word, waiting patiently for the other party to continue.

Puttilai got to the point in the next sentence.

Puttilai's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his expression was serious: "But what's really scary is what he recorded—the secret code that Booker recorded in the hotel ledger."

"During those few days, he met certain people, found certain things, and got some scattered clues, Your Highness."

"In the past six years, the secret department and I have been chasing down these clues left by Booker after his death." In the darkness, Putilei turned his face to avoid the light, sinking his entire face into the darkness: "Until recently, Some results have been traced.”

Thales was a little anxious: "What result?"

Puttilai first let out a breath slowly, as if he was trying to get rid of something, and then took a deep breath, as if he was gathering something, only to hear his slightly hoarse voice weary:

"Some old things, some terrible things that even the Black Prophet can't keep calm, enough to shake the entire kingdom."

Thales' eyes widened: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Shake the kingdom?

Putilei nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understood: you are not safe, and neither is the Kingdom of Stars."

"So, your rescue has been promoted to the most urgent task of the kingdom and even the secret department," he looked at Thales with unspeakable pity and sadness: "So, today, six years later, the Fuxing Palace That’s why I decided to take you out of Exeter and back to Eternal Star City at all costs.”

Thales froze.

He doesn't understand.

Puttilai seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed all over: "This is the answer, the answer to what happened to me in the past six years, and the answer to why you returned home so suddenly."

But Thales is still not relieved.

He stood up abruptly.

"What, what the hell is it?"

Thales stared anxiously at Putillai, looking for words, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Six years ago, six years ago in Dragon Cloud City, what happened above our heads is enough to shake the entire star kingdom?"

But Putillai let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, that's all I have to say."

Taylor suddenly became anxious: "But..."

Puttilai raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know either," Puttilai said with sadness and misery on his face, "I don't know, and I can't believe it, whether what I discovered is the truth, and I don't know, the truth I understand is the same as what the secret department sees." of the truth, and..."

He paused.

But Puttilai continued to speak.

"...Is it consistent with His Majesty on the throne, and the truth he believes, and how much is the deviation?"

His Majesty?

A chill came from nowhere and hit Thales's back.

Putilei suddenly raised his head, as if regaining his strength: "Remember, Your Highness."

His voice became tense, his speech speeded up, and there was a trace of unconcealable bitterness inside: "In this matter...don't trust anyone, don't be sure of anything, and don't be limited by any impressions—sometimes, even the things in front of you Scenarios can also be lies and illusions!"

The more Thales listened, the more puzzled he became.

What is he saying?

What is going on?

Finally, Puttilai, like a dying patient out of breath, finally breathed in the first breath of air around him, calmed down while trembling all over, and took a long breath.

The pipe in his hand was almost broken.

But Puttil's next sentence made Thales suddenly lose his composure!

"Your Highness."

"You have to do this, and you should do this..."

"The truth about the bloody year, about your own life experience," Puttilai said solemnly and sadly:

"It can only be discovered, traced, and verified by yourself."

At that moment, Thales was shocked as if someone was beating a war drum in his ear!

The prince's thoughts were running at a high speed, and his unusual thinking grasped countless matching information in an instant.

The Year of Blood?

Thales subconsciously grasped his chest, where the map of the Fuxing Palace that King Nun had given him many years ago was tightly stuck to his shirt.

However, isn't the Year of Blood the second prince Horace...

Could it be that Black Sword and the others assassinated...

Also, my background?

But didn't the Queen of the Sky say that the dragon language name...

Thales' face was pale, and he remembered Selma's exhortation before his departure:

Ashida, Giza...

His mind was getting more and more chaotic, and the surplus intelligence and information almost made him lost.

Putilei, Black Prophet, Secret Division, and even King Kessel...

What the hell are they...

What secret did you discover?

What secret do you know?

How many overlaps with the secrets I know?

Thales shook slightly and leaned against the wall.

Tranquility returned to the passage.

After several seconds, the prince slowly raised his head and stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Looking at the dead eyes of the middle-aged man.

Puttilai looked at the secret door and sighed softly: "It's time."

"It's time for you to go, Your Highness."

This is Puttilai's farewell word.

The secret door opened.

A teenager slowly walked out of the secret passage, climbed out of a cave, bypassed the ruins of the low wall as a cover, and walked into this remote and uninhabited alleyway.

He stopped and raised his head slowly.

The young man stood blankly in the open-air Dragon Cloud City, standing in this corner full of sundries, his thoughts were confused.

In the distance, Haoyue has already lifted into the sky.

light his way home.

at this moment.

"Hahaha--"

In the distance outside the alleyway, a rude and unpleasant voice exploded out of thin air!

"Hahaha, that's impossible!"

Thales was startled, and subconsciously pressed against the wall, holding his breath.

"We respect you, so we're not joking." Another slightly cold voice sounded: "Dragon Clouds City is different from the past, this matter must be resolved, the new bosses of the Gong District have already expressed their position: as long as you agree , they are willing to..."

The rude and ferocious voice sounded again, interrupting the former politely without seeming to care:

"You know, a few hours ago, that dead face with drooping eyebrows in the Palace of Heroes also came to me, with the same purpose as yours, and what he said was similar."

The rude voice imitated the 'dead face' in his words: "He is much more majestic than you guys, with that ugly knife on his back, he stepped into the shield area aggressively with two rows of guards, and smashed the knife on me. In front of him, staring at someone dead, he asked for a debt: "In the name of the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City, I need the whereabouts of that prince." ——hahahahahaha, I'm so scared!"

But there was only sarcasm in the gruff laugh, and the fear in his words was completely inaudible.

Thales shivered slightly.

"You mean," on the other side, a third voice sounded, who seemed to be in the same group as the previous cold voice, and he asked cautiously: "That crazy star meteorite brought someone to find you himself ?”

Meteor?

Hearing the familiar name, Thales brought his thoughts back to the present, throwing away unnecessary emotions.

It sounded... like a confrontation between two sides, with the harsh voices being the minority and the other the majority.

"Ha, do you know how I answered him?" The rude and vicious voice sounded again, full of disdain: "You have to listen clearly, because I am going to answer you like this..."

The next moment, it sounded like the owner of the rude voice spat hard on the ground: "Bah!"

"I don't care if you are a meteorite or a star manipulator, a female archduke or a female archduke—"

"Get the hell out of here!"

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Thales thought that Raphael's exhortation was enough to make him uneasy.

Until it took Thirty seconds for Putillai to tell Thales the way to get the latter out of the city safely in the smoky passage.

To sum it up—Thales twitched and looked at Puttilai with a natural expression—that is:

follow me.

Go forward.

Then smile.

Gone.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Thales stared at Puttilai, who was intoxicated in the smoke, in disbelief: "What do you mean by 'going straight ahead' and 'smiling friendly to the connector'?"

Puttilai took a deep drag on the cigarette, and slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring.

"And there is no disguise or..." The prince responded with deep worry and contempt for the other party's vague explanation: "Who is the connector? When will we meet? How will he send me out...cough cough cough..."

The smoke from Putilai muddied the already dim vision in the passage, and the pungent smell of tobacco made Thales cough again and again.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Putilei said calmly, "In the past month, just the tail of Dragon Cloud City following me is enough for me to drink a pot, and I don't even have the time to smoke."

"Don't worry, the connector will find you." Facing Thales' accusatory eyes, Puttilai smiled slightly: "And the place you are going to is relatively safe. As for not pretending to be, it is because he is afraid that he will not recognize you." out of you..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Him?"

Putile walked up to him in two steps, smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, pulling Thales outward.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Puttilai bit his cigarette holder and exhaled again: "Your Highness, I'll send you off right away!"

Thales' doubts did not decrease but increased.

"What?"

The prince covered his nose and frowned, struggling to find his way through the smoke: "But that's all you said..."

But as soon as the words came out, he was held down by Putilei's palm and covered his mouth!

Puttilai had a serious expression and made a silent gesture to him.

Thales was startled, held his breath unknowingly, and only inhaled slowly through his nose.

But Puttilai exhaled another puff of smoke, his mouth was still opening and closing: "Believe me, this is enough... My way is absolutely safe..."

Step, step, step.

Puttilai led him forward coldly, without stopping.

They passed through a fork in the middle of the road, and under the cover of smoke, they walked far away to the next unextinguishable lamp.

Thales became more and more frightened as he walked.

Who is he... guarding against?

No.

Thales woke up.

he knows.

In this underground tunnel, the only thing Puttilai has to guard against is...

It wasn't until he came to a secret door that was as ugly as the surrounding earthen wall, and the passage behind him had returned to darkness and disappeared completely, that Puttilai stopped, paused for a few seconds, and turned his head to listen to something.

After a while, he took a deep breath and let Thales go.

"It does seem to be gone."

Puttilai put down the extinguished pipe, his expression slightly relaxed.

Thales looked at him in disbelief, and said softly, "What's going on?"

why would……

But Puttilai quickly answered his question.

"Since the people from the Secret Division have left," the thin middle-aged Lord leaned against the wall and sighed, "Then, it's time..."

The face of the middle-aged man flickered back and forth under the light of the inextinguishable lamp, and the dust fell on his shoulders, leaving spots of stains, but Putilei had no intention of wiping it off at all. flash dance novel network

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He hadn't seen Puttilai like this for a long time.

The last time, it seems, was six years ago?

Under the dim light, Puttilai calmed down his emotions, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Listen well, Your Highness, what I want to say next is something that sanctimonious old fox of Gilbert will never tell you .”

"He will only encourage you with starry eyes to be a good prince and bring the kingdom to the top."

"It won't be a mysterious and abnormal secret science that will tell you."

"Their principle is always 'the less the better', whether it is an insider or a participant."

Thales became more and more strange the more he heard it.

Neither Gilbert nor the Secret Division will tell me...

"Pitilai," the prince looked at him in disbelief: "What insider, what participant?"

Puttilai pursed his lips, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes made him look even more tired.

"Your Highness."

"We paid such a high price to rescue you, but you asked just now, 'Is it worth it'," Puttilai frowned, holding the pipe in his hand upside down, and didn't even care about spilling the ash: "That's not the case. Just out of guilt, right?"

"You are also suspicious."

Thales was taken aback for a moment.

He looked at Puttilai with suspicious eyes:

"what do you want to say?"

Puttilai closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and let it out slowly.

"What I want to answer you is the doubt: the doubt you have had since I came to Dragon Clouds dozens of days ago."

Thales' face became serious.

Pete Lai opened his eyes.

"Your Highness," Puttilai said sternly, as if he had made up his mind, "You once asked me, where have I been in the past six years, and why did I show up now to bring you back to China? "

"Why now?"

Thales frowned slightly at first, and then, full of doubts, he nodded slightly under Puttilai's abnormal eyes: "Yes?"

In the narrow passage, Thales and Puttilai leaned against the walls on both sides, facing each other silently, looking at each other's semi-dark faces under the light and shadow of the lights.

"You're right," Puttilai said softly, "We didn't come to rescue you on a sudden whim, or because we thought six years was too long."

"We, including the secret department that has been secretly guarding you for six years, suddenly appeared in Dragon Clouds City six years later, and wanted to rescue you——There is a reason."

Thales' pupils focused slightly.

His heartbeat slowly increased.

"You mean..."

Puttilai took another breath, as if this action would cost him a lot of courage: "I think, there are some things you need to know... at least some of them."

Thales was horrified to find that Puttilai's tone was slightly trembling.

Even he started to get nervous unconsciously.

"Your Highness, do you still remember what happened in Dragon Clouds City six years ago?"

"Huh," Thales exhaled, and opened up those unpleasant memories: "I want to forget, the disaster hit the city, the dragon came back, Luba killed the king and..."

Ke Putilei interrupted him almost roughly.

"No," said the thin Lord coldly, "it's not just these."

"On that day six years ago, in the dark that we can't see, outside the Palace of Heroes and the Shield Area, other things happened."

Thales' eyes slowly widened. 35xs

Other...something?

"I believe you can see that when I was young, I worked under Prince Midil," Puttilai talked about the past, and his voice sounded a little uncomfortable, "Sometimes, I would go with the secret department...compared close."

"That's why I was able to find the support I needed so quickly during the crisis six years ago."

Thales' heart trembled, and he began to look at the man in front of him again.

yes.

I see it.

It's just... it's the first time you admit it.

Puttilai Nieman.

Putilei let out a long sigh, as if he was still recalling the past: "Six years ago, the headquarters of Kingdom Secret Division Dragon Cloud City, which was right above our heads, has not yet been rebuilt into the current chess and card room."

"At that time, it was just a hotel," Puttilai's exhaustion was beyond words:

"That night, I got the help of the master here, so I got support, collected resources, and ordered actions-you were able to escape from prison, thanks to him."

Thales looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see a bumpy ceiling with some cobwebs in the corners.

Even the nose is full of the coldness and dampness unique to the basement.

Chess Room.

Hotel?

Secret Division headquarters?

The prince lowered his head, the question remained: "However?"

Puttilai nodded as he thought.

"However."

"On the morning when we broke into the palace and decided the outcome with Rumba."

Puttilai's tone was heavy and sad: "The owner of this inn, the top leader of the Kingdom's Secret Branch Exeter Branch, and a special intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly twenty years, Karen Booker."

"Death by death."

Thales was startled at first, then rolled his eyes.

He could understand Puttilai's sadness, and he could also understand the strangeness of dying unexpectedly, but this is what the other party wanted to say...

Thales quickly asked: "The intelligence officer died unexpectedly? What happened?"

Puttilai's eyes dimmed, and his face twisted a few times under the swaying lights: "The robber stabbed Booker in the back four times."

Thales frowned: "But..."

"Yes, Booker is my old friend for many years." Puti Laiwei's prophet nodded, guessing what Thales thought: "I know his ability, even if the night of disaster and dragon is really chaotic, I can't help it. No housebreaker could take Booker's life."

She looked at him without saying a word, waiting patiently for the other party to continue.

Puttilai got to the point in the next sentence.

Puttilai's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his expression was serious: "But what's really scary is what he recorded—the secret code that Booker recorded in the hotel ledger."

"During those few days, he met certain people, found certain things, and got some scattered clues, Your Highness."

"In the past six years, the secret department and I have been chasing down these clues left by Booker after his death." In the darkness, Putilei turned his face to avoid the light, sinking his entire face into the darkness: "Until recently, Some results have been traced.”

Thales was a little anxious: "What result?"

Puttilai first let out a breath slowly, as if he was trying to get rid of something, and then took a deep breath, as if he was gathering something, only to hear his slightly hoarse voice weary:

"Some old things, some terrible things that even the Black Prophet can't keep calm, enough to shake the entire kingdom."

Thales' eyes widened: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Shake the kingdom?

Putilei nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understood: you are not safe, and neither is the Kingdom of Stars."

"So, your rescue has been promoted to the most urgent task of the kingdom and even the secret department," he looked at Thales with unspeakable pity and sadness: "So, today, six years later, the Fuxing Palace That’s why I decided to take you out of Exeter and back to Eternal Star City at all costs.”

Thales froze.

He doesn't understand.

Puttilai seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed all over: "This is the answer, the answer to what happened to me in the past six years, and the answer to why you returned home so suddenly."

But Thales is still not relieved.

He stood up abruptly.

"What, what the hell is it?"

Thales stared anxiously at Putillai, looking for words, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Six years ago, six years ago in Dragon Cloud City, what happened above our heads is enough to shake the entire star kingdom?"

But Putillai let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, that's all I have to say."

Taylor suddenly became anxious: "But..."

Puttilai raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know either," Puttilai said with sadness and misery on his face, "I don't know, and I can't believe it, whether what I discovered is the truth, and I don't know, the truth I understand is the same as what the secret department sees." of the truth, and..."

He paused.

But Puttilai continued to speak.

"...Is it consistent with His Majesty on the throne, and the truth he believes, and how much is the deviation?"

His Majesty?

A chill came from nowhere and hit Thales's back.

Putilei suddenly raised his head, as if regaining his strength: "Remember, Your Highness."

His voice became tense, his speech speeded up, and there was a trace of unconcealable bitterness inside: "In this matter...don't trust anyone, don't be sure of anything, and don't be limited by any impressions—sometimes, even the things in front of you Scenarios can also be lies and illusions!"

The more Thales listened, the more puzzled he became.

What is he saying?

What is going on?

Finally, Puttilai, like a dying patient out of breath, finally breathed in the first breath of air around him, calmed down while trembling all over, and took a long breath.

The pipe in his hand was almost broken.

But Puttil's next sentence made Thales suddenly lose his composure!

"Your Highness."

"You have to do this, and you should do this..."

"The truth about the bloody year, about your own life experience," Puttilai said solemnly and sadly:

"It can only be discovered, traced, and verified by yourself."

At that moment, Thales was shocked as if someone was beating a war drum in his ear!

The prince's thoughts were running at a high speed, and his unusual thinking grasped countless matching information in an instant.

The Year of Blood?

Thales subconsciously grasped his chest, where the map of the Fuxing Palace that King Nun had given him many years ago was tightly stuck to his shirt.

However, isn't the Year of Blood the second prince Horace...

Could it be that Black Sword and the others assassinated...

Also, my background?

But didn't the Queen of the Sky say that the dragon language name...

Thales' face was pale, and he remembered Selma's exhortation before his departure:

Ashida, Giza...

His mind was getting more and more chaotic, and the surplus intelligence and information almost made him lost.

Putilei, Black Prophet, Secret Division, and even King Kessel...

What the hell are they...

What secret did you discover?

What secret do you know?

How many overlaps with the secrets I know?

Thales shook slightly and leaned against the wall.

Tranquility returned to the passage.

After several seconds, the prince slowly raised his head and stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Looking at the dead eyes of the middle-aged man.

Puttilai looked at the secret door and sighed softly: "It's time."

"It's time for you to go, Your Highness."

This is Puttilai's farewell word.

The secret door opened.

A teenager slowly walked out of the secret passage, climbed out of a cave, bypassed the ruins of the low wall as a cover, and walked into this remote and uninhabited alleyway.

He stopped and raised his head slowly.

The young man stood blankly in the open-air Dragon Cloud City, standing in this corner full of sundries, his thoughts were confused.

In the distance, Haoyue has already lifted into the sky.

light his way home.

at this moment.

"Hahaha--"

In the distance outside the alleyway, a rude and unpleasant voice exploded out of thin air!

"Hahaha, that's impossible!"

Thales was startled, and subconsciously pressed against the wall, holding his breath.

"We respect you, so we're not joking," another slightly cold voice sounded: "Dragon Clouds City is different from the past, this matter must be resolved, and the new bosses of the Bow District have already expressed their position: as long as you agree , they are willing to..."

The rude and ferocious voice sounded again, interrupting the former politely without seeming to care:

"You know, a few hours ago, that dead face with drooping eyebrows in the Palace of Heroes also came to me, with the same purpose as yours, and what he said was similar."

The rude voice imitated the 'dead face' in his words: "He is much more majestic than you guys, with that ugly knife on his back, he stepped into the shield area aggressively with two rows of guards, and smashed the knife on me. In front of him, staring at someone dead, he asked for a debt: "In the name of the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City, I need the whereabouts of that prince." ——hahahahahaha, I'm so scared!"

But there was only sarcasm in the gruff laugh, and the fear in his words was completely inaudible.

Thales shivered slightly.

"You mean," on the other side, a third voice sounded, who seemed to be in the same group as the previous cold voice, and he asked cautiously: "That crazy star meteorite brought someone to find you himself ?”

Meteor?

Hearing the familiar name, Thales brought his thoughts back to the present, throwing away unnecessary emotions.

It sounded... like a confrontation between two sides, with the harsh voices being the minority and the other the majority.

"Ha, do you know how I answered him?" The rude and vicious voice sounded again, full of disdain: "You have to listen clearly, because I am going to answer you like this..."

The next moment, it sounded like the owner of the rude voice spat hard on the ground: "Bah!"

"I don't care if you are a meteorite or a star manipulator, a female archduke or a female archduke—"

"Get the hell out of here!"