Kingdom’s Bloodline

black sword.

the name...

It's been a long time since I heard it.

Thales lay on the table, thinking blankly of the strange man in his memory.

Listening to the masked man's words, Ricky and Clay looked at each other.

This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.

"You already knew? Black Sword, and his Black Street Brotherhood?"

He looked at the mercenaries suspiciously.

"We met him."

Ricky spoke plainly, but his eyes stayed on the same angle for a long time: "And his unusual ancient saber with a lot of history."

"Not so long ago."

The masked man crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "I'm impressed."

Thales, who was panting on the table, was in shock.

black sword.

He was a... mercenary?

Big Nine.

And this group of people—what does the blood whistle have to do with him?

So much so that they did not hesitate to use their own methods to hijack Tampa and press for information on that man?

Tampa, with a confused face, looked at this and then at that: "Since you know, why do you still..."

Ricky cut him off by raising his hand.

"It was just a confirmation before, to confirm that you know his current situation."

"And now, we want to know about his past, Tampa."

Ricky put his hands together and looked at him seriously, with a solemn tone and a solemn expression, as if he was doing a sacred ceremony.

"Especially what he did in the mercenary days before the Brotherhood: every mission, every business, every story."

The doubts in Tampa's eyes became more and more serious.

"His origin, his identity, and his details." Clay added silently, his tone as if he was facing an enemy.

Tampa's brow tightened.

"more than."

The masked man raised his head and said coldly:

"It also includes his skills, his sword skills, his weapons, especially his..."

The masked man paused.

There was a cold light in his deep eyes outside the mask: "The power of the end."

Black Sword's...

The power of the end.

Thales' breathing became short of breath.

and……

Listening to what the other two said, Ricky nodded in agreement.

"In other words, we want everything, Tampa," Ricky looked at the tavern owner, narrowing his eyes:

"Everything about Black Sword..."

Tampa seems to realize that things are unusual.

"You didn't do this for the Blood Bottle Gang, did you? Ever since Red Viper was kicked out of the baron's guard..." He stared:

"But now it seems..."

Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and laughed.

"Who are you?"

Tampa looked at them puzzled, trying to find the answer from the faces of these mercenaries licking blood.

But he failed.

The three leaders remained calm, while the surrounding mercenaries remained silent.

Tampa could only sigh: "Hei Jian—how much hatred does he have against you? Is it worth it for you to put on such a big scene, and even destroy your own reputation and future?"

Ricky snorted.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes brightened.

"You can't imagine."

"You can't imagine how many things we are interested in in him."

After the words fell, the eyes of Clay and the masked man became sharp.

"You can't even imagine what kind of miracle and opportunity he represents."

Tampa looked at him gravely.

Ricky pursed his lips and tapped the desktop, as if immersed in his own world:

"For us, he will be the end of an old era and the beginning of a new one."

Thales listened to all this blankly.

He felt that he seemed to be involved in some great event again.

"Is this some kind of cult group?"

Quick Rope bit his ear on the table and whispered:

"I've seen it in Waril State, a group of lunatics shouted the names of demons and evil gods, and then bloodletting the sacrifices..."

"have no idea,

Thales responded to him in a low voice: "I don't want to know either, I just want to get out of here quickly." "

Kuaisheng sighed softly on the table, and carefully glanced around: "I want to too, but there are too many of them."

Looking at the dozens of murderous mercenaries, observing their calm and orderly breathing and well-trained movements, Thales' heart tightened.

right.

There are too many of them.

For whomever.

At this moment, Sonny, the mercenary who stopped Thales and others earlier, came up.

"Ricky," Sonny said sullenly. He didn't intend to lower his voice so that everyone in the tavern could hear him clearly: "Our guest is here."

"I came alone."

At that moment, Ricky's eyes were extremely sharp.

Clay and the masked man also reacted. The former lightly pressed the sword hilt at his waist, while the latter's eyes stopped on the table.

"It's really fast, an hour faster than the agreed time."

Clay said coldly: "I guess their people are also in place - I have dealt with that guy before, and he definitely didn't come alone."

Thales clearly felt that the atmosphere in the tavern had changed.

If the previous blood whistle seemed loose on the outside and tight on the inside, when detaining Tampa, Thales and others, they were tense and dull with ease...

After Sonny's words, the air here was only left with an oppressive silence.

The breathing of many mercenaries became heavy and their faces were angry. Many of them stood up and even pressed their weapons.

"Calm down, all of you!"

Ricky looked around, with a displeased expression, as if scolding a disobedient wild dog: "Our plan will not be interrupted by this accident."

"It doesn't matter what they're going to do."

The restless blood honked the horn and then quieted down, looked at each other in blank dismay, and returned to their positions.

Thales looked at them strangely.

guest?

Who's coming?

And what was their plan, beyond simply kidnapping Tampa?

Quick Rope also cast a questioning look.

"I guess we'll save our friendly conversation for another time, old friend." Ricky turned his head back, regaining that easy-talking expression.

"next time?"

Tampa gritted his teeth: "You are not going to let me go, are you?"

Ricky ignored him.

Marina stepped forward: "I'll take them upstairs..."

Thales' heart moved: If they were kept in isolation, there would be fewer opponents to face...

But his hopes were dashed.

"No, they're staying here, under everyone's watch."

Clay interrupts Marina, who appears to be second only to Ricky here.

"Tampa has been here for too long, knows his tavern too well, and his role is too important to us," Clay said cautiously: "We can't take even a little risk before dawn."

Before dawn?

Thales noticed this detail.

When dawn breaks... what are they going to do?

Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.

Ricky didn't object, he just pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly to Sonny:

"Pick him in."

"Be careful," the masked man at the same table snorted coldly, "That group of damned cockroaches are best at catching people by surprise."

Finally, amid Thales' deep doubts, the door of "my house" was opened.

A man hiding in a cloak, under the surveillance of the mercenaries behind him, walked into the tavern controlled by the whistle of blood.

Just like when Thales first came, the fierce eyes and iron-blooded aura of the mercenaries instantly oppressed the newcomers away.

But the guest in the cloak still walked steadily, with a calm posture.

Sonny the mercenary stopped the guests.

"Search." He said coldly.

The guest shrugged and raised his hands obediently.

"Forget it, Sonny," Clay shook his head, his expression unkind: "I dare say, if you really want to hide some weapons, even if you strip him naked, this guy can take a dagger out of his chest." .”

Only then did Sonny get out of the way, not forgetting to throw a vicious eye knife at the guest.

The guest seemed a little helpless until he walked into the center of the tavern and saw a table shared by Ricky, Clay, the masked man, and Tampa.

"Did I interrupt something?"

The guests looked at the four people with different expressions, and then at the duo of princes who were obviously forced to sit here. Their voices were confident and calm, with some musical ups and downs.

Thales could feel it: Marina beside him showed a look of disgust, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands.

"You can't disturb anything," the masked man among the mercenaries said coldly, "Because there is no seat for you here, cockroaches in the gutter."

Faced with the slow hostility of the crowd, the guest chuckled and stretched his hands out of the cloak.

At this moment, the mercenaries behind him all took out their weapons and stared at his movements with gritted teeth.

"Relax," the guest seemed taken aback, "just my hood."

As he spoke, he slowly put down his hood, revealing a white and ordinary face.

The moment he saw this face, Thales only felt a flash of familiarity.

strangeness.

Thales gritted his teeth secretly: He has seen this man before.

Absolutely.

Just don't know... when.

As the leader, Ricky looked at the man standing there, turned his head and asked Clay:

"is it him?"

Clay stood up and walked in front of the guests.

The new man smiled submissively and respectfully.

Clay stared at him for a while, his face slowly tightening.

"It's him."

The swordsman from Beidi nodded and said, "Six years ago, I saw it a few times."

His face was not very good-looking.

six years ago.

Thales' heart was slowly tightened.

Is it a coincidence?

The man noticed Clay and showed a dazed expression.

"It's you, Salander Clay," the man seemed quite happy: "We are really old acquaintances..."

But compared to Ricky's indifference and the hostility of the masked man, Clay is not much better, and he doesn't give his "old acquaintance" any face.

"It's close," Clay sat back in his seat, and refused politely: "We all know who you are."

The man's expression froze, and his tone was awkward: "What a touching reunion."

"Speak."

Ricky still had a calm expression, as if he was just receiving a farm customer who needed weeding services: "Why are you here?"

The newcomer blinked.

Thales looked at this man, becoming more and more familiar.

Who is he?

"I can see that you still have some business to deal with," the fair man looked at the ugly Tampa and the reluctant Thales, and rubbed his hands, like a salesman asking a tavern The boss sells his low-quality drinks carefully:

"And what I'm going to say now is very important, so why don't we find a small secret room..."

Ricky smiled.

"I believe in my brothers, and there is nothing shameful."

"Unless you have?"

All the mercenaries in the tavern showed menacing sneers.

The man's face froze slightly.

"Forgive me, but what I'm going to say next is not a trivial matter," he looked around, seeming a bit embarrassed: "This is not only related to your actions tonight..."

The man's expression became gloomy: "It's more related to the stability of the entire Saber camp."

As soon as this remark came out, the mercenaries became restless.

Clay and the masked man looked at each other, seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

The man turned around and faced the unkind eyes of the audience.

"Yes, I know what you are going to do, and please believe me: my presence and my proposal will only make your plans better."

The man smiled happily: "Before then, we need a careful and careful plan—what do you think? Clay? And this..."

"Just like they are always despicable," Thales heard, and Marina and Sonny behind him whispered something, with gritted hatred in their tone: "Divide, provoke, and use everything to the extreme."

"And what we need," the man raised his fingers with a strange expression, gently rubbing his thumb and index finger: "It's just a little communication and cooperation."

The commotion in the tavern grew, and the finger was directed at the man in the center of the venue.

But Ricky spoke up.

"That's better, make your proposal public."

Ricky held up his hands calmly, suppressing the others' objections: "Inspire my brothers—for what we're going to do."

The man paused.

He looked around and was disappointed to find that the blood-honking mercenaries had no objection.

"Hmph, well, since you all have no scruples..."

The man looked at it with a sigh, and seemed quite sorry.

He froze for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh sorry, I'm getting old and my memory is bad, I forgot to introduce myself," the man shook his head embarrassingly, and patted his head: "As you can see, I'm an ordinary Northlander, You may wish to call me..."

The man bowed, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of light in his eyes:

"The drill."

At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!

Quick Rope gave him a strange look, but Thales didn't respond at all.

He just stared at the new man.

That fair appearance, bowing movements, tone of voice, and this strange name...

Thales remembered.

this man.

He did.

Just six years ago!

"Drill?"

Marina snorted coldly: "What kind of shit name is that?"

Qianzi touched his head in embarrassment, with a rather apologetic expression.

But the people in the center of the tavern spoke.

"Drilling son," said the masked man on Ricky's left, leaning forward, carefully sizing up the unusual guest: "Carpenters and stonemasons use it to cut through even the most indestructible solid wood with repeated blows. and stubborn stone."

The masked man's tone reveals a deep hatred:

"Apt for you vermin that eat the world."

The mercenaries sneered.

The brazener exhaled helplessly.

"Don't worry about it," Ricky, the leader of the mercenaries, nodded calmly: "Semir is more straightforward."

Qianzi shook his shoulders, signaling that he didn't care.

"Then may I ask, who is the gentleman who is talking to me?" He smiled as before.

Ricky and his companions looked at each other and chuckled.

"My name is Ricky now, or at least that's what my brothers call me."

Ricky sighed and sat up slowly in the chair.

"But you, Mr. Qianzi, out of respect for the people behind you, and respect for the organization you belong to..."

He didn't seem to care about the person in front of him, and flicked a long sword beside the table with his right hand.

"You might as well call me..."

In the silence and adoring eyes of all the mercenaries, Ricky spoke softly, and uttered a strange name that Thales had never heard before:

"Crasu."

At that moment, Qianzi's face changed.