Kingdom’s Bloodline

The Iron Curtain was completely lowered, and the fire shone into the space behind the fence, revealing a half-kneeling figure on the ground.

Ricky and Samir stood in front of the cell, staring at him intently.

Thales narrowed his eyes and saw the man in the cell clearly under the erratic light.

It was a middle-aged man who was quite old, kneeling on the ground behind the fence, holding his hands in front of his chest, shaking his head constantly, talking to himself endlessly.

"Of course, I will fulfill my obligations, and I will face my guilt..."

It was as if he had not heard the fall of the Iron Curtain, nor had he glimpsed the flickering of fire.

No wonder, Ricky said it sounded like he was praying.

But……

Thales stared blankly at the man: what is he doing?

Ricky and Samir looked at each other again, showing doubts to each other.

"Sak... Sakel?" Samir took a step forward and asked tentatively with a touch of emotion.

With previous experience, he was especially careful this time, and didn't even expect a response.

But the man responded.

Kneeling on the ground, the mumbling person slowly stopped speaking.

He raised his head slowly, his shoulders moved slightly, like a porter carrying a heavy load.

As he raised his head, Thales saw his appearance clearly.

Brown hair, long face, sharp features.

It looks even younger than Puttilai who looks like a little old man.

Obviously, compared to the seven embarrassing and filthy members of the former royal guard who were imprisoned above, this man took care of himself fairly "well", at least his messy hair didn't grow to his chest, and the ends of his hair were neatly cut There are no traces, and the beard on the chin will not turn into a bird's nest, but a few inches are left, and even at a glance, it is not too yellow and thin.

And in the center of his forehead, a "s" brand with flesh turned out is clearly recognizable.

If it wasn't for the dirty clothes, the stained face, and the smell that couldn't be underestimated, it would be hard for Thales to suspect that the person in front of him was a prisoner.

The man stared at the flames in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and looked puzzled.

A few seconds later, he raised his palm to block the dazzling fire, as if he had just reacted.

"Light...and sound?"

The middle-aged man showed a bewildered expression, looking a little dull.

"Anyone else?"

But soon, the man hid his face behind his palms again, put his head on the ground, curled up on the ground, and wailed in pain.

"No no no..."

Samir and Ricky looked at each other in surprise, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man buried his face in his hands and asked vaguely: "Is this another test for you?"

"Sa...you..." Samir took a step forward, looked at the reaction of the person in front of him in disbelief, hesitated to speak, and finally continued his words:

"What test?"

In just a few seconds, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head again.

"The test in front of you."

This time, the long-faced man looked nervous, and he finally shifted his gaze to the three visitors: "Three,

They looked like living people, two of them were wearing weapons, and one was young and immature. "

"What is this, an opponent that must be defeated, or a hostage that must be rescued?"

"Or use the illusion of hope to lead me into the trap of despair?"

The three people who were mentioned were stunned.

Suddenly, the long-faced man changed his face again, he turned to Ricky outside the cell, frowned, and said in a serious tone:

"Hey, are you a demon?"

The torch in Ricky's hand trembled slightly.

The Sword of Disaster gritted his teeth, and looked at his companion inexplicably: "He is..."

Samir shook his head, but his expression was heavy and his eyes were painful.

The long-faced man didn't seem to want them to answer. He took a deep breath, got up from the ground, and smiled.

"I must admit, I see them all the time: legendary demagogues, dark monsters from hell."

"Their claws have been scratching my heart, their tongues have never stayed in the whispers in my ears, their eyes have been lurking in the dark for a long time, every minute, every second, changing their own scenes, trying to lure me into the abyss , into hell."

The man leaned against the wall, looking into the distance with deep eyes, as if he was talking to them, and seemed to be talking to himself: "They will tell us: give up, accept, compromise..."

"Anyway, there is no hope for your world..."

Samir couldn't take it anymore, he took a step forward, the torch illuminated the face of the man in front of him, and shouted his name: "Saker!"

The sound was loud, shaking the hall.

The long-faced man in the cell was shocked!

He paused for a moment, his confused eyes slowly focusing.

"Sa, ke, eh, er?" the middle-aged man repeated slowly, almost syllable by syllable.

Semir gritted his teeth, feeling an inexplicable resentment in his heart, and waved the torch in his hand vigorously to make it burn more vigorously.

"right!"

Semir struck the fence with a torch, threw out a piece of sparks and said, "It's me! Semir!"

"Wake up!"

"'Punishment Knight' Sackel!"

The man named Sackel paused.

He breathed slowly, and said a puzzled sentence: "Punish the knight?"

But then, Sackel shook his head and laughed loudly: "In the past, yes, in the endless years, the demons in my heart always like to use this to confuse me... The glory of the past, the regrets of the past, the regrets of the past Regrets, but those were all fake, what they tricked me into believing."

As he spoke, Sackel seemed to be muttering to himself:

"Maybe I'm not perfect, maybe I'm not firm enough, maybe I'm not strong enough, so they will take advantage of it again, follow the trail, try to defeat me, break me... But at least I am relieved: I am conscious Knowing that they exist, and knowing that we must fight each other."

Communication failed, Samir stared blankly at the person in front of him, and Ricky beside him let out a faint sigh.

Ricky suddenly noticed that Thales on the side was staring blankly at this seemingly abnormal man without taking his eyes off him.

It seems to remember something.

But as Saker spoke, his expression slowly changed.

"But yes, I will take heart, and I will remember that I have fought to the death with the greatest adversaries, and sacrificed myself for the noblest ideas, and that all that is before me is but a fork in the way when I am lost."

The middle-aged man's smile slowly disappeared, and his breathing accelerated.

He seemed to remember something, grabbed his hair with both hands, and fell to his knees again.

The man trembled his lips and trembled all over:

"Wait, Sackel, Sackel, Sackel?"

The people outside the cell looked at him like this, but they didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, Sackel's eyes lit up!

"Yes, Sackel!"

Flames burst out from the man's eyes, and his face instantly became extremely ferocious!

"Ahhhh!"

Sackel roared, grabbed his hair and raised his head and shouted:

"Get out of my head!"

His roar was so loud and his movements were so loud that the three people in front of the cell had to subconsciously step back a few steps.

But Sackel's madness didn't end there.

"Dirty monsters! Despicable sluts! Sneaky fiends! Crooked tricks!"

I saw the man in the cell scratching his head desperately, knelt on the ground, raised his head and cried out:

"I am Immanu Sackel, a glorious Ludor! A noble descendant of the great empire who walks in the old land of Chauvin! I was born in the ancient family of knights who were pioneers under the command of Comorra the Great!"

Thales stared at the maniac state of the other party, and didn't even pay attention to what he shouted.

Immediately, Sackel clenched his fists tightly, and a majestic force erupted between his muscles, hitting the ground fiercely!

Boom!

Sack El's appearance became more and more frantic, and his roar echoed in the hall, making both Semir and Ricky turn pale.

"I am the Imperial Knight and Lord of Honor of the Star Kingdom! The Punisher of the Royal Guard, the Watcher, the Guardian of the Throne, and the Keeper of the Royal Treasury..."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He pounded his fists again and again, and his eyes seemed to contain an unbearable anger for ordinary people.

"The world has given me the name of 'Knight of Punishment' - I will definitely punish sins severely, and punish them for misconduct!"

Sakeel cried out in pain, and seemed to be a little tired after a while, but he only stopped beating the ground, but he stood up and threw himself on the fence!

"What are you! Dare, dare to touch my spirit and will!"

He gritted his teeth and stared at the empty, dark void, trembling with his hands clutching the railing: "Ahhhhhhh—get out!"

"You are delusional to destroy me!"

The three people outside the cell looked at the prisoner's madness in horror, and looked at each other at a loss.

"I will defeat you, defeat you, and destroy you—I will die with the enemy, and I will do whatever it takes!"

Sackel's madness seemed to have reached its peak, he held onto the fence and roared hysterically.

Finally, the light smoke between the railing and the palm melted into a bright light.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, the crazy Sakel fell to the ground and remained motionless.

There was silence in the hall.

The three people outside the prison held their breath and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

"I thought, I thought Little Barney and the others would be serious enough," Samir turned his head back with difficulty: "But I didn't expect that even a strong fighter like Sackel would become...become ..."

He couldn't go on.

Ricky snorted softly, looked at the cell with disdain, looked at the motionless figure on the ground, and made up for Samir's words:

"Become a madman."

silence.

Until a slightly immature voice broke the silence.

"Not crazy."

Ricky and Semile turned their heads in surprise and looked at Thales who had spoken.

I saw that the prince was staring at the people in the cell at this moment, but there was a pain in his eyes that came from nowhere:

"He just...just lives in another world...a different world than ours."

Thales said with difficulty.

Complicated feelings.

Ricky looked at the prince strangely.

"He was held incommunicado for eighteen years," Samir sighed:

"It's not his fault."

However, a few seconds later, a dull voice that none of them expected sounded from the cell again.

"If you lock up a coward for eighteen years, he won't become a brave man."

Compared with before, this male voice is more firm and thick.

"But you locked up the strong man for eighteen years, and let him face his own heart," I saw Sackel get up from the ground again, holding on to the wall with a little difficulty:

"He will only get stronger."

The current prisoner, the former watchman of the royal guard, Sakel turned a calm and indifferent face, but his eyes were extremely clear, and looked at them across the fence.

The three looked at Sackel who spoke again in surprise, recalling the latter's performance just now, and stared at his figure suspiciously.

"He's...talking to us?" Ricky looked at the prisoner, turned around, and asked Samir in disbelief.

But Samir just stared blankly at Sakel in the prison and didn't answer.

Sakeel snorted coldly, and glanced at the three people outside the prison.

There is no trace of madness just now.

Thales, who was caught by his gaze, only felt nervous all over.

But the prince was not sure whether the prisoner at the moment was sane.

"Could it be someone else?"

Sackel's boring voice was a little low, full of nervous rhythm: "So...do I have a visitor today? It's really rare."

The three looked at each other, and finally confirmed that this long-faced man was talking to them.

Samir looked at the prisoner's eyes slowly showing shock:

"Sakel? Are you okay..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm awake now, but I haven't seen the light for too long," Sackel frowned and patted the railing, then shook his palm, obviously uncomfortable:

"This thing is quite useful."

"As for just now, it's just a daily process... Maybe it looks a little weird, but it's nothing."

Indeed, at this moment, Sackel looked extremely normal.

It's a little too normal, a little... not like a person who has been imprisoned for eighteen years.

Ricky stared at him incredulously, and said sarcastically:

"Something weird? Are you sure?"

"It's just another journey," Sackel responded to him with a cold face, and then looked at Thales in particular:

"As you said, child, another world, a different world."

His eyes were very calm, but Thales always clenched his fists and tensed his muscles subconsciously.

This person...he in this state is the one in the legend...

Punishment knight?

But Samir and Ricky looked at each other worriedly.

"Do you still want to ask?"

Semir bowed his head and whispered: "He may not even recognize me, I'm not sure whether what he said in this state..."

Kasakel apparently heard their whispers.

The penalty knight let out a soft laugh in the prison, his shoulders against the wall trembled slightly.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago?" Sackel let out a breath against the wall, squinted his eyes, and observed his fingernails by the firelight, looking quite casual:

"A lot of times, you have to fight against yourself, and this enemy called 'self'...is very powerful."

He clenched his fist and turned to Samir with deep meaning.

"But you just can't give up, Colin Semill."

"you can not."

Samir's expression changed slightly, as if he remembered something.

He took a breath and took a step forward, slightly agitated.

"Sakel, you, you still recognize me?"

Sackel twitched the corner of his mouth, let go of his fist, and began to look at the nails of the other hand.

"I know everyone in the guard, and I also recognize the brand on your face." He grabbed a tool that looked like a stone knife, and gently rubbed his index finger as if no one was there:

"As I said, I'm wide awake now—after all, the sound of fighting coming down from the upper floors isn't very common."

Ricky looked at his calm movements with a more dignified expression.

Sakeel blew on the nails smoothed with a stone knife, and looked at Semir from a distance.

"You just said, eighteen years, right?"

Samuel frowned.

eighteen years.

Ricky and Thales moved together: This is what they said just now when Sackel went "crazy", and the latter actually remembered all of it?

"So, fugitive Colin Semill."

"Eighteen years, they finally caught you and sent you down here to rot..."

Sackel narrowed his eyes and looked at his old colleague:

"Or did you break the rules and laws again and appear here not 'legally'?"

Thales looked again at this abnormal-looking legendary figure of the royal guard, thinking about what kind of person he was.

Semir pursed his lips, having experienced a previous "reunion" of the guards, he no longer knew how to speak.

Ricky, who had always been skeptical, said, "Very well, he can still talk."

"Although it still doesn't look normal."

He nodded to Samir: "Try it."

Hearing the leader of the Sword of Disaster speak, Sackel glanced over Ricky and Thales, his eyes flickering, as if thinking.

Samir took a deep breath, and said tactfully and seriously: "Saker, listen, it's been eighteen years, you shouldn't be trapped here, we're here..."

But Thackel quickly cut him off.

"Prison robbery, saving people, treasure hunting, revenge, suicide, redemption, and confusion," the former prisoner of the royal guard sneered: "The purpose of your appearance here is nothing more than these."

He propped himself up from the wall and turned his head.

"I'm not interested in any of them," Sackel said coldly without looking back:

"You can go."

At that moment, Ricky and Samir were stunned.

Both of them choked hard at his uncooperative attitude.

However, Sackel didn't even look at them, leaving only a thick and dull back to the people behind him.

The three people outside the cell looked at each other.

Sakeel in the prison touched his rough chin, and said softly with a little regret: "Yeah, maybe..."

"It's time for me to shave."