Kingdom’s Bloodline

"I remembered, you guys come to the dungeon to find me..."

In the silence of the three of them, Sackel spoke softly.

"It's for the reformed Dragonbreaker back then—and you've been implying that our misfortunes all stem from those two unspeakable supreme magicians."

Ricky turned around and smiled:

"Under fate, who is not?"

Sackel was not confused by Ricky's evasive answer, he asked calmly:

"So, the purpose of the Sword of Disaster is the opposite of its name: to fight against disaster?"

Under Sackel's questioning, Thales suddenly realized that the organization he led was a better breakthrough than asking about Ricky's mystery.

Ricky tutted and shook his head.

"Correction," Ricky said with a disdainful look:

"We are the inheritors outside the tower, not some 'sword of disaster'."

Sackel stared at Ricky intently.

"You want me to join you, but I don't know anything about you—only the secret department keeps your records: whether it's those strange powers of termination, or your long-term activities as mercenaries in the West Wilderness."

But Ke Sakeer shook his head:

"But what makes me very strange is: the secret department has always turned a blind eye to you."

Hearing the name of the secret department, Thales shuddered.

Thinking of something, he looked at Sackel, but the latter just shook his head slightly.

Ricky smiled slightly:

"If this can dispel your doubts, knight—our relationship with the Secret Department of the Stars is closer than you think."

Hearing this, Thales became vigilant:

He thought of "Dragon Blood" six years ago.

At that time, the relationship between Mike and Rumba was also closer than he imagined—it would be great if Thales was not the last to know.

Maybe it was the looseness of Sackel's tone that made him feel hopeful, Ricky continued with a smile:

"More than a hundred years ago, Qiu Crassus, who walked out of the Tower of Ending, came to the Kingdom of Stars in order to avoid being hunted down. At that time, the 'Red King' was furiously attacking the Valley of Edges, and it was the period when the relationship between the Stars and the Tower of Ending was the worst. .”

"At that time, Crassus made a deal with the 'Red King' John II. He obtained the king's permission and asylum, and was able to hide in the West Wilderness in the name of a mercenary group."

Sackel and Thales were both startled.

Ricky smiled and gestured to the people around him:

"This is the origin of 'Blood Horn' and what you see today."

More than a hundred years ago, Crassus and the Red King, the Sword of Disaster and the Star Kingdom, traded?

A thought flashed through Thales' mind.

"What deal?"

Saker asked dignifiedly: "The king has his own royal guard and a group of servants to serve him, so why should he go to a foreign..."

"Convince your subordinates to join us, knight, and I will tell you more," Ricky interrupted Sackel confidently:

"Believe me, we do not conflict with your beloved kingdom, and we even have a history."

"And I can help you."

Ricky's tone was full of bewitchment.

But to his disappointment, Sackel just lowered his head and pondered for a while.

"But the Tower of the End calls you the 'Sword of Disaster', isn't there a reason?" The punishment knight said softly.

Ricky sighed:

"Correction, we never admitted that we were a disaster..."

He seems to care a lot about this.

But Sackel suddenly raised his head at this moment, his eyes burning.

"According to what you said, more than a hundred years ago, the first generation of Crassus established your organization in the name of mercenaries and hid in the West Wilderness."

"Do you know what I remembered?"

Ricky raised his eyebrows and made a "so?" look.

In the next second, Sackel's tone became serious:

"Coincidentally, it was at that time that an underground mutual aid society that started from selling bootleg liquor in the Western Wilderness was also in Eternal Star City. With the acquiescence of many powerful nobles, it gradually grew until it took control of the entire underground world."

Ricky froze slightly.

Hearing this, Thales had a thought!

Before becoming a prince, those experiences in the underground world came back to his mind.

Started from selling bootleg alcohol in the Western Wilderness...

Underground Mutual Aid...

powerful aristocrats...

In Eternal Star City, gradually growing...

Take control of the Underworld...

Wouldn't that be—

"Blood Bottle Gang?"

Thales said the name subconsciously, and couldn't help being surprised.

At that moment, Ricky's face was ugly.

Thales suddenly understood many things: Sackel connected him with a bridge of intelligence.

"certainly."

Sackel confirmed Thales' guess in a cold tone:

"Later, we all knew who was behind the Blood Bottle Gang."

Blood Bottle Gang...

Thales couldn't help but think of those two strange figures again: one is elegant and elegant, the other is sweet and pleasant, but...

Ricky frowned.

The demon suddenly realized:

He underestimated the humans in front of him.

But Sackel, like a knight pursuing victory, said coldly:

"Then, at the moment when the Blood Bottle Gang was booming, Crassus and the inheritance outside the tower he had just established were called the 'Sword of Disaster' by the Tower of Terminator?"

At that moment, Ricky's face was livid.

Thales remembered.

Rolf once told him: During the gang struggle six years ago, the Blood Bottle Gang once hired a swordsman with a strange ending power, and they directly obeyed...

Ashida.

Not only that, Thales looked at Ricky, whose expression was getting worse, and recalled another detail.

When in Dragon Clouds City, Ashida said before parting...

He's going to the Tower of the End.

Thales clenched his fists involuntarily.

He has never wanted to meet the leader behind the blood bottle gang so much like now:

Ashida, and...

Well, maybe only Ashida.

"To establish together with the Blood Bottle Gang, to attack together with the disasters," Saker's tone was full of ridicule after seeing through the lies:

"Yeah, come on, tell me again: aren't you the 'Sword of Disaster'?"

Ricky was silent.

Thales watched their confrontation carefully.

At some point, the aggressive Ricky and the repeatedly speechless Sackel have switched positions.

The ones taking the offensive now are the penalty knights.

"You don't intend to join us, do you, knight?"

Ricky, whose eyes were getting colder, finally raised his head:

"You follow my will, just to set my words."

"It's like just guessing that I'm a demon."

Saker snorted coldly.

"You came to me not just to recruit me."

Sackel gritted his teeth and raised his volume:

"In the turmoil eighteen years ago, both the Blood Bottle Gang and the Disaster had a part - and you have such a good relationship with them, of course you are also among them, right?"

Ricky didn't answer his question again.

From top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the devil's attitude has become extremely indifferent:

"It seems you are good at more than fighting, knight."

"I'm only good at fighting," Sackel looked into Ricky's eyes without fear, even tit for tat:

"But fighting doesn't have to be limited to swords."

The two looked at each other, their eyes were like swords, and they struck back and forth.

Thales, who was watching from the side, felt a chill behind him.

Finally, after a suffocating confrontation, Ricky turned his head.

"Samir!"

Ricky said coldly:

"I think Sackel's legs are a little numb from sitting. Would you be kind enough to accompany your old officer for a walk?"

Samir came from a distance, looked suspiciously at the two who were about to fight, and nodded:

"my pleasure."

Saker snorted and shook his head.

The penalty knight didn't wait for Semir to help him, so he stood up by himself, dragged his seriously injured body, and limped towards the distance.

"So he can walk by himself."

Ricky stared at Sackel's back coldly, with deep vigilance in his eyes: "Just now, I was just showing weakness to me, and I deliberately used clichés."

This man is not a reckless man who only knows how to fight and kill.

On the contrary, he has a keen insight and amazing understanding.

Even in the dialogue under the battlefield, he will bully the enemy, show weakness, and set up traps...

Get the information he wants.

Penalty Knight...

Ricky gripped his sword tightly.

"He made you nervous."

Ricky turned around.

Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon with some gloat: "In the confrontation of language, you lost to a human being, and you got a lot of information from him, didn't you?"

Ricky's face darkened.

Thales sighed softly:

"But you just said that real demons are so inhuman that you think they have humanity..."

Listening to the boy repeating what he said again, Ricky frowned, distracted:

"What?"

Thales raised his head.

"'True demons'?"

Thales said suspiciously:

"What does that mean, Ricky?"

"Meaning, you are not a real demon?"

Ricky's cheeks twitched slightly.

But Thales is not over yet.

"And, in the tavern, I tried to copy your finishing power, right?"

Thales said softly, paying attention to Ricky's face.

"I know that the power of the end is the pride of human beings... and I also know that whether it is a vampire or an orc, their power is very different from that of humans."

Thales became serious:

"If you really are a demon body living underground, living in hell, Ricky...then why, do you have the power to finish?"

"Is it true that, as Saker said, you are possessing others?"

"If yes, where did your body come from?"

Ricky's expression was ugly again.

He suddenly realized... the boy in front of him might not be easier to deal with than Sakeel.

"As I said, Your Highness, there were all kinds of magic in this world," Ricky looked at him deeply:

"And my existence is a little more complicated than you think."

more complicated...

When Thales was thinking about how to get more information, Ricky suddenly interrupted.

"So, use the crime of prison river to copy other powers of termination, right..."

Ricky narrowed his eyes:

"Is this something you realized yourself, or was it taught to you by someone?"

Thales vaguely knew that the other party was changing the subject, but he had to admit that the things he used to change the subject attracted the boy's attention.

The crime of prison river.

The appearance of a black sword appeared in front of Thales' eyes.

"Is it important?"

Ricky laughed:

"certainly."

"If that's what you think of, you're pretty good."

But Ricky's expression changed immediately, as if a cold wave was coming:

"If someone taught you..."

I saw Ricky said coldly with seriousness:

"Then he is trying to harm you."

"Or don't want to benefit you at all."

For a moment, Thales was completely taken aback.

harm me?

Thinking about the other party's demon status, Thales was about to refute with disdain, but he suddenly remembered the scene when he parted from Hei Jian.

[About the sin of Hell River... After tonight, you'd better not use it anymore. 】

No way?

The boy subconsciously clenched his fist.

Thinking of this, Thales's sarcasm that was about to be uttered paused for a moment, and finally turned into a rhetorical question:

"Hit me? What do you mean?"

Ricky took a deep breath, calmly—Thales suspected that what the other party wanted was the comfort of seeing others confused and he came to explain their confusion—leaned on his back, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Because the changing nature of Hell River's Sin has so many uses, and there are so many ways to improve yourself..."

"And yet you chose the stupidest, least efficient, most laborious, most boring of them all."

Ricky's eyes flashed, and his face was deep:

"imitate."

Thales frowned:

"Any questions?"

Ricky snorted coldly.

"Of course, the first generation of Crassus once discussed this issue."

Thales' heart moved: The first generation of Crassus?

That's the one...

"I know, it might be effective at first, and it's funny, and it sounds imposing," Ricky said this time, uncharacteristically, with a serious, serious stare:

"What is the 'Almighty Power of Finality'?"

Thales' face changed when he heard "the omnipotent final power".

Yes, he did know something.

Seeing Thales' tacit expression, Ricky sneered:

"So you think that your future journey is to meet powerful masters, and when you encounter useful finishing power, you will activate your crime of prison river, imitate and copy it, and easily collect it as your bag and spoils of war , cheating to gain their power?"

The boy was taken aback.

He still... really didn't think about it.

Yala's strange sword technique, Wyah's Blade of No Return, Nikolai's twist of fate...

He has imitated quite a few objects over the years, but...

"So, the power of the end is an apple or a sword to you," Ricky's expression became more serious, and it was especially clear in the surrounding rumble:

"You can eat it when you put it in your mouth, and you can use it when you put it in your hand?"

Thales was a little dazed by his sudden sharp tone.

Ricky snorted

"Tell me, Thales."

This time, Ricky, who either called him His Highness alienatedly, or jokingly called him "dear", unexpectedly called Thales' name uncharacteristically.

Ricky said coldly:

"Do you think this is the meaning of the crime of Hell River, or even the true meaning of the power of the end?"

Thales raised his eyebrows, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment:

"Uh... no?"

He certainly wasn't stupid enough to say "yes."

But Thales has a feeling: Whether it was a confrontation with Barney and Sack El before, or talking about the stories of his subordinates, or talking about the crime of Hell River to himself now, it seems that whenever he encounters certain topics, Ricky was like a different person.

As if that was the last... last respect he had.

But at this moment, Ricky stared straight at Thales, as if trying to see through his heart.

"Barney—if I remember his name correctly—did you imitate his finishing power?"

Thales, who was thinking about what kind of person Ricky was, was taken aback for a moment.

Bar... Barney?