Kingdom’s Bloodline

"enough!"

Ricky raised his voice, ordering the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.

I saw him looking at the three of them impatiently: "I don't care about your internal grievances, whether it's the dark room or Exeter."

Russell and Dean looked at each other and looked away.

"You three, tell me," Ricky seemed to be at the limit of his patience, "Prince Star...where is he?"

Thales' nerves tightened again!

On the other hand, Quick Rope, who had just escaped Dean's sight, sighed and patted his chest.

Dean turned back with a cold snort:

"What does he care about you?"

As soon as this remark came out, no matter whether it was Qianzi, Russell, or Sword of Disaster, they all frowned.

Ricky tilted his gaze slightly, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

"That's right, that bullshit prince was none of our business."

"But he is related to whether we can get aid from our allies," Ricky said, and the brazener on the opposite side smiled and bowed in a timely manner: "So it's none of our business."

Ricky's tone became colder and colder, making one feel the urge to retreat: "You've always been smart, Dean, so you'd better understand: now, we are in control of this place, including who can come in, who can go out."

"Whoever can walk out must go out lying down."

"Understand?"

Following his words, the Swords of Disaster pulled out their weapons in unison: "Shua!"

Dean grimaced.

He looked around with a solemn expression, observing the iron-walled tavern, feeling the malicious eyes of the mercenaries.

No.

Thales sighed inwardly: They still have too many people.

Finally, Dean exhaled, his tone loosened.

"All right."

"Your plan, that prince," Dean said reluctantly: "The dark room must be involved, even if he is handed over to King Charman, it must go through our hands..."

Russell's face tightened: "If the darkroom still belongs to Exeter, then you shouldn't..."

"boom!"

There was a loud sound of heavy palms hitting the table.

Let Thales and the fast rope startle together.

"That's your problem," Ricky rebuffed word for word, his tone at the moment was like frost in winter:

"I don't care at all."

The atmosphere in the tavern tensed instantly like a string being pulled.

"I don't care who catches that prince, whether you grill him or eat him alive, skin him or tear him apart, kill him or fuck him, but you know... whoever stops us from accomplishing our goal is our enemy."

"Enemy."

"And if you become the mortal enemies of the inheritors outside the tower..."

"Trust me, you don't want that."

Ricky glanced at Russell and Dean, his eyes were full of dead silence, which made the latter two tremble.

"So I'm asking you one last time, Dean."

Ricky's face became more and more ugly. Beside him, the masked man and Klay exchanged glances, and the latter stretched out his hand to "Dark Light".

"Where is that prince named Thales?"

Dean clenched his fists.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Everyone..."

The familiar persuasion sounded again.

"Who does the prince belong to in the end? It's all a matter of the operation method. We can discuss it later," Qianzi smiled and walked between Ricky and Dean. "The most urgent thing is to determine the whereabouts of the Prince of Thales."

"Never discuss how sweet honey is until it's in your mouth."

The brazener looked at Dean, then at Russell, with a gentle smile: "Do we agree?"

Dean just pursed his lips, Russell tensed.

On the other side, Ricky looked at them coldly, and Clay beside him slowly touched the hilt of his sword.

Time seemed to stand still.

Even the sound seemed to be turned off by someone.

Thales could only hear countless heartbeats, and as the dead silence continued,

More and more hasty.

including himself.

Finally, after what seemed like a century passed, Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I met him in the desert, the prince named Thales." His voice sounded a little tired and hoarse: "Because there are too many variables and I am alone and helpless, I didn't dare to do anything."

Now it was Thales' turn to be nervous.

Clay snorted and lowered his weapon.

"And then?" Ricky said lightly, "Prince?"

Dean frowned.

Thales bit his lip lightly.

"He's very cunning, that prince," Dean clenched his fists, recalling something, his facial muscles tensed more and more: "very cautious, very vicious, good at acting, and full of scheming, he met a man named Sipe in the desert The merchant from Tomdin climbed into friendship and followed his caravan into the Blade Camp."

He raised his head: "Just yesterday."

Thales secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomdin?"

Ricky's eyes moved: "That shabby household who talks about the glory of the nobility all the time?"

Dean nodded: "He still owes me an employment fee, don't forget to get it back together."

But obviously, his lies were not so easy to pass.

"But that's not what your information says." Russell looked at Dean from a distance, at this compatriot who kept a secret, and said softly, "You said, 'Prince Star is here, evacuate tonight'."

At this moment, Dean tensed up all over.

Even Thales trembled slightly.

Dean lifted his head slightly, his eyes full of anger.

"I'll settle the score with you later, Russell," Dean said coldly, "No matter how you and your master stuffed the mouse into the dark room, and then intercepted our information."

"As for your self-assessment here, neither the lady nor the king will look good on their faces."

"Good at making claims?"

Russell snorted softly and fought back: "Hmph, you are the one who reported yesterday that he found the trace of Prince Star, weren't you?"

"Everyone!" Seeing that it was about to turn into an internal strife among the Exeters, Qianzi had to raise his hands again to maintain the order of the meeting: "Can we focus on the topic?"

Dean and Russell just looked away.

"Dean," Ricky said thoughtfully, "tell me, you got him, didn't you? 'Star Prince got it'?"

Dean twisted his mouth, looking very unwilling.

"Almost, almost," he gritted his teeth: "I have planned to take him down tonight, and I have already planned when to do it."

After saying that, he turned his head and stared at Thales: "Until these two damn guys spoil my good business, just before I leave."

Thales coughed lightly, pulling the corners of his mouth.

"If you stay in the sack obediently, Dean," the prince glanced at the other party, with a look of unwillingness to be outdone: "Maybe by this time, we will have caught that cunning little prince with everyone."

Ricky exhaled heavily, as if to expel the dissatisfaction and anger in his heart.

The brat looked at Dean, then at Thales, his eyes rolling back and forth.

"Very well, then go to the businessman named Tomdin," Russell folded his arms, and said in a deep thought, "Let him hand over the prince."

"Or pay the price."

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Get ready, everyone, let's start planning now," Ricky knocked on the table and snorted, "Tomdin's home and the prison of bones, we have to raid two places at the same time, and both must be completed simultaneously, Brat, I need you to be responsible..."

Following his orders, the Swords of Disaster acted one after another

At this moment, Thales and Dean both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before that, I need to contact the people in the dark room," Dean looked at the two people with a very upset look, "These two traitors don't want to..."

Just at this time.

"Wait a minute!"

A finger is raised in the air.

Thales and Dean Qiqi were taken aback.

It's a drill.

I saw that the spokesperson of the Shadow Shield was still smiling at the moment.

There was a sudden silence in the tavern, Ricky and others who were making plans raised their heads one after another.

"This VIP in the dark room named Dean," the brat gestured to Dean kindly, and then pointed to Thales: "You said, they attacked you to replace or take your credit?"

Dean's heart shuddered.

Thales also gritted his teeth.

"Just like you, isn't it," he said calmly:

"The son of the shadow shield, the one who betrayed the shadow master."

But Qianzi ignored his sarcasm, but asked selfishly: "And you met the prince in the desert, because you were not sure, and you were alone and helpless, so you dare not do it?"

Dean snorted softly: "I don't want to repeat it."

At this time, Ricky felt that something was wrong, he looked at the son, then at Dean: "What's wrong?"

Qianzi waved his hand, signaling him to be calm.

"But look at you, Dean, you don't look like you are helpless," Qianzi said with a rich expression, and his eyes kept switching between Dean, Thales, and Quick Rope: "Although, your two The subordinates don't seem very reliable."

"Not only did the stunned people wake up halfway, but even the corpses and traces had to be found here to ask for help."

"Tsk tsk," Qianzi chuckled, "It's really pitiful. No matter how amateur you are, you have to have a limit as a spy."

The faces of Thales and Kuaisheng were ugly.

"You can laugh as much as you want," Dean retorted calmly, "I don't deny that the dark room is mixed with good and bad. We don't have a fixed and wealthy royal family like the secret department, which provides endless support for hundreds of years."

"However, there are too many people in this world who laugh at Ms. Kashan and the dark room, and you are just one of those ignorant people."

Qianzi snorted softly and shook his head apologetically.

"No, no, please don't get me wrong, I have never doubted the famous Scarlet Witch."

"It's just that this has made me very interested in your two subordinates." Qianzi seemed really sorry. He shrugged his shoulders, bit his chin, and motioned to Thales with a chuckle: "Especially Yes, the mastermind against you is only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy."

Hearing this, Thales' arm muscles tensed more and more.

Everyone's eyes looked over.

Just listen to Qianzi, like a bard, with a full voice and authenticity:

"Perhaps, this young man with a bright future who started his career in the dark room in his teens is also cunning, vicious, cautious, good at acting, and even full of scheming?"

At that moment, Thales felt a chill in his heart, and the pupils who looked at Qianzi shrank suddenly!

Oops.

Oops!

After hearing these adjectives, Dean clenched his fists. The others didn't react so quickly, but they quickly remembered something amidst their doubts and confusion.

Dean's face turned ugly.

But he soon discovered that the initiative of this meeting had long been out of his hands.

"correct."

"I remembered," Russell's voice sounded slowly: "Six years ago, when I was on an envoy to the stars and brought back the body of Prince Moral... all I heard was the first time." News about the second prince."

"As for how young he is, how smart he is, how smart he is, and how he is only seven or eight years old, he refuted all the respected princes and nobles so that they couldn't get down."

Russell's eyes were sharp: "Dean, I was almost tricked by you."

The leader of Baneblade was silent, but he gestured lightly to Clay.

"Are you implying..." Dean raised his head, his face was more serious than ever, and he was about to step forward.

In the next second, the sword light flashed!

"Move, Dean," Clay, the swordsman of the Northland, held up the dark light sword, and said in a faint voice, "You will die."

Dean looked at the sword on his chest in surprise: "You..."

But he found that, at some point, Ricky looked at him indifferently, and the masked man beside him was sneering.

The drill made a sound.

"have to say."

He reached into his bosom, took out a small scroll, and slowly unfolded it: "When you cut your hair messily and changed your attire, it is no longer neat but ragged..."

Qianzi sighed, and gently dropped the scroll in his hand.

"...It's kind of hard to recognize."

Thales lowered his head stiffly and looked at the scroll.

It was a sketch portrait.

The painting shows a thin, neat boy in his teens, with a handsome face and a calm expression.

It seems to have a plan in mind.

"Please forgive my impoliteness," Biao bounced off the dust on his body, turned to Thales solemnly and gently, and bowed deeply: "Young man, from Shadow Shield, it's really my honor to see you with my own eyes. pleasure."

"Honorable Your Highness Thales."

At that moment, there was a sound of breathing in the tavern.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster, Ricky got up from his chair as if facing an enemy, his eyes were firmly locked on Thales.

Clay frowned in disbelief, looked at the portrait on the ground, and then at the gray-faced boy at the moment.

The masked man's eyes were like knives, and the blade was sharp, as if he wanted to cut Thales' face open.

Marina couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes, she couldn't believe that the thief who just picked the lock was a prince.

Russell looked at the prince with a complicated expression, looking at the culprit who caused the Exeter mission to fail.

Dean gritted his teeth and looked at the sword on his chest with an angry expression.

Kuaisheng sighed in pain and covered his face.

Thales closed his eyes slowly, keeping everyone's reactions out of his eyelids, and remained for a long time.

Several seconds passed before he slowly opened his eyes.

The prince sighed heavily, leaned back in the chair, with an indescribable sense of exhaustion and a sense of relief at last, he waved his hands weakly to the brat:

"Grass you."

In the past few days, I feel itchy again, and I want to modify the previous chapters and round up a few bugs.