Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 692 Plan Z

"What did you say?"

Miranda, who had just taken a rest from rotation, leaned on her sword, knelt on one knee, and asked Conmuto in disbelief:

"Retreat? Now?"

She tried hard to adjust her breathing and looked around: the royal guards were conveying orders with gestures or whispers. Many of them had equally surprised expressions on their faces, but most of them had fleeting expressions and retreated in an orderly manner. .

"What about the enemy?"

Miranda looked towards the center of the field: under Toledo's order, the four masters besieging Lausanne retreated at the same time.

Lausanne II had a moment of respite, but Toledo gave another order, and saw (because he had been ordered to stand by for too long) an angry Nate Niecy leaping onto the field with a roar, his sword coming out like a rainbow!

"clang!"

Luosang managed to parry the sword with great difficulty, but Nexi's second sword immediately followed him without stopping!

"Interesting, young man," Luosang's eyes lit up, but his movements were not slow, "You are better than that girl from Pegasus Music."

But after he finished speaking, Nixi's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with shame and anger. He roared angrily, and his attack became even more urgent!

Although there was only one person, Nixi's sword flashed with amazing momentum. The sword light enveloped the opponent's body from all angles, which was no less than the previous four-person siege. For a while, Lausanne II was suppressed to the point where he could only defend but not attack, unable to move even an inch.

Miranda frowned repeatedly.

strangeness.

This stupid young man wasn't that strong in two versus one when he played against her before.

"Ouch, the mad dog is out of the cage... Ahem, sorry, ma'am, I mean," Conmuto on the sidelines quickly changed his words. He returned to the conversation with Miranda, with an embarrassed expression on his face, "This is the prince's order: play the long game. , catch big fish.”

“Isn’t this fish big enough?”

Miranda found it difficult to understand: "This guy's strength is close to the extreme, and we are just a little short of..."

"He is in the extreme realm, even stronger." A familiar voice came from behind them, unhurried and confident.

The two turned around, and Mallos stood behind them, staring intently at the one-on-one duel on the field.

Conmuto immediately said hello solemnly, and the watchman nodded to him, indicating that he should continue to deliver the order.

"Stronger?"

Miranda stood up and swung her sword: "But he——"

At this moment, Mallos moved his arm and snatched the eagle from the female swordsman's hand!

Miranda turned around in surprise: "You——"

Damn it, it was because she was unprepared for a moment that he...

"Uh-huh!"

On the field, Niexi seized the opportunity and made a dangerous killing move with a rustling sword, but Lausanne II dodged it at the critical moment.

Marius frowned imperceptibly, flicked the long sword in his hand, and thrust it into the ground.

"In order to have flexible postures, in the mainstream swordsmanship of the Pegasus family, the sword is held with one hand more than with two hands," Mallos looked at Miranda, "But you have been fighting with the sword with both hands for more than five minutes."

"What does this have to do with us—"

But the next second, the watchman grabbed Miranda's right wrist!

Miranda was shocked and angry: "What are you doing-"

"Because I can no longer hold on with one hand." Mallos said lightly.

Miranda was speechless.

Mallos remained expressionless and gently opened the female swordsman's black gloves:

The female swordsman's right hand, which was covered with thick calluses and even slightly deformed, was trembling uncontrollably.

Her fingers were severely congested, red and swollen, and there were even bloody stains on the joints such as the tiger's mouth. There was even a scratch on the back of her hand, which was bleeding continuously.

Miranda's breathing quickened and her eyes focused.

Looking at the injury, which far exceeded his estimate, Mallos frowned and said:

"I know it's hard to catch his sword, and I know you are strong-willed, but don't you feel the pain?"

Miranda's expression changed and she withdrew her palm!

"It's just a minor injury."

She gritted her teeth and put on her black gloves with annoyance on her face, but her fingers couldn't stop trembling: "The key now is that we have gained the advantage. No matter how strong his swordsmanship is, he will not be able to hold on for long if he is outnumbered. At this time, retreat... "

"No offense," Mallos interrupted her with cold words, "But everyone in Star Lake Castle and around the prince must obey my orders."

Miranda was shocked.

Mallos narrowed his eyes: "Of course, according to tradition, except for the prince's mistress."

Miranda's teeth clenched.

Mallos' expression remained unchanged and he stared at her calmly.

"Yes, Lord Mallos." After a few seconds, the female swordsman took a deep breath, regained her composure, stepped back and bowed, "Follow your order, sir."

Yes, she knew that although the prince himself was gentle and agreed, his joining the Star Lake Guard halfway still made many people uncomfortable.

Some things are so deep-rooted that they cannot be solved with just a few words or an order from above.

Just like he had just arrived at Broken Dragon Fortress - those big-headed soldiers not only respect Commander Sonia, but also support her and regard her as one of their own. They will bloom with the flowers of the fortress and make everyone laugh together. Dirty jokes.

But they would never make a joke like that with her, and even if they did, it would be behind her back, and it would still make her feel uncomfortable.

but……

Miranda looked around at the Star Lake Guards who retreated one after another and slowly disappeared from sight.

But Paul also joined halfway, including Wyatt and Mute, but they integrated well.

Why?

Miranda took a deep breath and turned away.

That's all, compared to Ai Xi, she was much luckier.

Right now.

"I have a plan."

Mallos's voice rang out and he explained:

"The code name is Z. I can kill this guy at the minimum cost."

Plan Z?

Miranda raised her eyebrows and looked back:

"Really? How?"

As he spoke, Nixi's offensive ushered in the second wave of climax. His attacks were faster than the other, and his moves were linked one by one, forcing Lausanne II to be unable to resist step by step.

But Mallos's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Go and join the others, Hugo. I mean Flag Officer Fubi will explain it to you."

Miranda wanted to ask again, but she stopped at the last moment. She bit her lower lip:

"I see."

The next second, the situation on the field suddenly changed. Just one second before Niexi struck with a killing sword, Luosang sent a sword from the most impossible angle, hitting the former's wrist!

Nixi groaned in pain, and everyone's nerves tensed up.

However, the herald Toledo entered the battle from one side at the right time, and with three mediocre swords, he was able to withstand Lausanne's counterattack, giving the defeated Nisi a chance to be replaced and withdraw from the battle.

Faster than expected.

Mallos pondered.

"Do me a favor, madam, go and persuade the young master of the Bozdov family. I can see that he also has objections to the order." Mallos snorted. "Outside of these guards, there are people who are of noble birth and difficult to obey." Young masters and ladies, it’s a headache.”

"I'm not - I understand," Miranda was upset at first, but then controlled her emotions, "Yes, I will ensure that Paul obeys the order."

Or obey her sword.

Mallos watched her reaction with subtle eyes.

Miranda tried to reach for her weapon, but Mallos reached out before her and drew the Eagle.

"Ancient Imperial Sword?"

"The recast one has been destroyed in its original form and lacks many of its purported miraculous powers." Miranda shook her head. "It is not as good as His Highness's 'Warning' handed down by the Falkenhausz family, or those from other families..."

Mallos shook his head and denied:

"Wrong, it's definitely better than the prince's, much better."

Miranda was startled.

I saw Mallos move his wrist and hold the sword hilt forward:

"Because he never uses it."

Miranda paused.

After a few seconds, she nodded and took Yingxiang with trembling hands.

"Remember how you feel today." Mallos said with deep meaning.

"What?"

Mallos snorted softly and looked at the two dueling men in the field:

"It is not often that you have such an opportunity. There are more than a dozen super masters to ensure your absolute safety, and an extreme master who specializes in swordsmanship and will not hold back will give you free training, allowing you to be free between life and death. Use your hands and feet to hone yourself and perform beyond your capabilities.”

Free sparring, extraordinary performance?

"It's not just me," Miranda felt a little uncomfortable. She looked at her colleagues around her, "They are the same."

"No, they can't do it. Most of them can't do it. They just want to be beaten." Mallos shook his head and turned to leave. "Just like His Royal Highness, Doyle was standing at the door to listen during the ancient empire literature class, but he was listening. There is just a buzzing sound in the ears, which is of no benefit. It can at most help with sleep.

Mallos turned around and gave her a sideways look:

“Only when the level is reached can we benefit from it.”

Miranda looked at her trembling hands, thoughtfully.

A few minutes later, Toledo's sword light around him became unstable for a while, connected with Lausanne II's three swords, and took several steps back!

"Very good defense," Luosang sneered, sending his sword forward, "but it's not enough."

The next moment, Toledo roared angrily, rolled on the spot in embarrassment, and retreated.

But Lausanne II did not pursue him. He turned around with something in mind and found Marius standing behind him holding the hilt of his sword.

Most of the surrounding guards had disappeared without realizing it, and the remaining scattered figures disappeared into the distance one after another.

Lausanne II frowned.

strangeness.

Why did they give up so quickly?

With more people fighting less, shouldn't they be very confident, feel they have a good chance, and want to capture themselves alive through a protracted battle, and then...

"Why?"

Lausanne II’s voice was hoarse:

"You've obviously caught me."

Marius smiled and glanced around with his peripheral vision to confirm that the members of the guard had evacuated in an orderly manner:

"You mean, you caught us?"

Lausanne II's eyes moved.

boom!

Another firework exploded in the air, illuminating the two people confronting each other clearly.

"You stayed alone," Lausanne II faced Marius directly, his eyes locked on the other's sword, "Why?"

"That way you don't have to chase the others."

Luosang's eyes changed.

Mallos then asked:

"His Highness said your name is Luosang, or 'Second', why? A nickname is given to a gangster. There are so many powerful and famous folk thieves, why is it this notorious and despised villain? Just because Scary?"

Lausanne II was silent for a moment.

"Like a name, you can't choose your own nickname." His face was hidden under the mask, only his eyes were shining, "It's like destiny."

Mallos frowned:

"Well, it's a bit profound."

Lausanne II snorted and was about to draw his sword, but Mallos quickly raised his hand in front of him to signal him to wait.

"Okay, okay, I admit it: I have to say that in terms of swordsmanship alone, you are superb. You are ranked among the top two warriors I have ever seen."

Mallos' eyes moved:

"Even as good as Master Shao Yu of the Final Tower."

Lausanne II did not speak.

"As for your physical fitness..."

Mallos pondered for a while.

"You have been under siege and fought fiercely for a long time, but you are not out of breath, your movements have not deformed, your shots are as steady as before, your center of gravity is perfectly balanced, and your steps are not disordered at all," the watchman became more solemn as he spoke, "What is even more terrifying is the intensity of each blow. It can be maintained at a very high level and never fades.”

The way Lausanne II looked at him slowly changed.

"And your injuries, although I don't know how many injuries you suffered before we arrived, but you shouldn't feel any pain, right?"

Mallos sighed:

"In short, I have only seen such abundant physical strength and terrifying qualities in the Fury of the Kingdom."

It is completely inconsistent with the previous information.

Thinking of this, Mallos changed his tone:

"Does all this have something to do with the alien drop just now? Did you use some... inhuman power?"

Lausanne II was silent for a while.

"You have good knowledge and vision," he said quietly, "I don't know, how is your strength?"

Mallos smiled and shook his head:

"Well, my strength is not fighting-"

The next second, with a bang, another firework exploded in the sky, and Lausanne's sword blade instantly stabbed Mallos in front of his eyes!

Damn it!

Mallos gritted his teeth and drew his sword, trying to block this sudden blow!

It seems that I have to fight even if I don’t fight.

Lausanne II's sword trembled in the air, and as the light and shadow of the fireworks flashed, he attacked again. Mallos had to swing his sword with all his strength to block two attacks in a row!

"You just said you were the watchman?"

Luosang was strolling in the courtyard, but he moved forward step by step. The long sword in his hand was sometimes faster and sometimes slower, and his attacks were freely swayed, perfectly matching his pace.

"clang!"

On the contrary, Mallos tried his best to block but seemed to be overwhelmed and kept retreating:

"Yes?"

"Outrageous."

Luosang snorted coldly:

"I have the impression that the last watchman of the royal guard was extremely strong - Joaquin praised him repeatedly, and even a proud and arrogant person like Bruno was willing to bow down to him."

Lausanne II's long sword changed its direction and attacked:

"How did it get to you that you are so ridiculously weak, worse than your subordinates?"

Mallos took another step back, completely passive, and his defense was extremely difficult: "Watcher, the most important thing is not martial arts..."

But before he finished speaking, Lausanne II's sword moved like thunder and fell from the sky!

Oops!

"Uh-huh!"

Amid the howling wind, Mallos took three steps back and dodged the fatal blow in a panic!

Silence returned to the field until Lausanne coldly pulled out the long sword from where Mallos had just stood.

"I see, your skills are not very good," the black-clothed killer said in a slightly sharp tone, "but your intuitive judgment, including your dodge skills, are very good, and you are very suitable for being a commander."

The next second, Luosang changed his tone and the sword wind roared!

"Sit in the rear, protect yourself, and then let others die!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Mallos had no choice but to attack him head-on!

"clang!"

There was a sharp sound, and the watchman knelt down on one knee, holding his long sword above his head, resisting Luosang's vertical slash.

Lausanne took the upper position, and his broken blade suppressed Marius' weapon. Combined with the weight, Marius was suppressed until he was trembling and unable to move.

"You know, letting others die," Mallos insisted, speaking with difficulty, "is much harder than letting yourself die."

"That's right," Luosang sneered, "Anyone who wants others to die will think so."

During the wrestling, the two swords deformed slightly and groaned.

Mallos gritted his teeth and watched the sword edge slowly approaching before his eyes, but suddenly smiled.

"You were right just now. My former watchman was extremely skilled in martial arts and was unmatched by anyone in the world."

He panted hard:

"But no matter how powerful your martial arts is, it can't save him."

I saw Mallos's eyes stern:

"Or you."

The next second, the long-awaited finishing power in his body suddenly collapsed.

I saw Mallos letting go of the hilt of his sword, spinning around, and dodging Lausanne's condescending and fatal blow!

"laugh!"

With a muffled sound, Luosang's sword blade cut into the soil.

But the black-clothed killer's eyes tightened: he saw Mallos duck to the side, his hands flashed with silver light, and he wiped towards Lausanne II's throat.

Lausanne II's heart sank. He raised his head and barely avoided Mallos's shining silver hands!

Uh-huh!

There was a muffled sound, and Mallos wiped his hands, bringing out a trace of blood.

Lausanne II groaned and retreated very quickly.

But Mallos chased after him, following Lausanne like a shadow, refusing to allow him to distance himself. The two of them were so close that there was no way to avoid him!

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

After three consecutive muffled sounds of clothes and even flesh being torn apart, Lausanne II roared angrily, raised his long arms, and the two figures finally separated!

Mallos was "pulled" off his body like a sticker and fell to the ground with a plop.

At the end of this round, silence returned to the field.

"Close wrestling skills on the grassland," Mallos coughed painfully and stood up from the ground, "It seems that you are good at more than just swordsmanship."

Opposite him, Lausanne II described himself as embarrassed - he handed the sword to his left hand, raised his right hand full of blood, and looked at the countless wounds from his shoulder to his forearm in disbelief, one of which almost touched the vitals of his chest.

The black-clothed killer put down his arm and looked at Mallos:

The watchman held two strange daggers in his hands. One had a weird arc and a hooked blade, while the other had smooth lines but serrated blades.

At this moment, two ominous daggers were covered with drops of blood.

"I see, the nonsense you just said, including your poor swordsmanship, are just decorations to deceive others. What you are really good at is this pair of short-sighted soldiers." Lausanne II came to his senses, "The prince's dagger, including his flying knife trick , you taught me all this?”

Mallos sighed, feeling the weakness in his body.

pity.

It's obviously very close.

"I don't have that qualification or honor." The watchman turned his palms, vibrated the two daggers in the air, shook off the blood, and magically disappeared. "As a shining star, he should play less tricks and learn by the rules. Di Feng’s swordsmanship is good.”

Lausanne II was silent for a while. He stared closely at Mallos's hands, his eyes moving slightly.

"These two daggers... one hook and one slash, one forward and one reverse, when the two blades meet, there will be blood," Lausanne II hummed a proverb, and his tone changed, "You are from the Marius family. ?”

Mallos frowned.

"Old Joaquin has an old acquaintance."

Luosang snorted softly, answering the question in his mind:

“During the imperial era, many knights would carry daggers as secondary weapons, but only the Mariudios family, the hereditary royal torturers—or, in other words, the Marius family that has been passed down to today—mainly used daggers for close combat. Cultivating skills is better than sword shooting, which can be called the heresy of imperial style martial arts."

Mallos' expression changed.

Sure enough, this black-clad killer has extensive knowledge and can be called a master of martial arts.

Luosang clicked his tongue and said:

"But I heard from Turnbull that this family was linked to the rebels and was taken advantage of during the Year of Blood - What, did you slip through the cracks?"

In that moment, Mallos remained motionless.

Lausanne II did not rush him. He did not even pay attention to the terrible wounds on his hands, but stared at Marius wholeheartedly.

"I lied."

After a while, Mallos spoke softly.

"Concerning your details, Banner Wing didn't find out much about you," the watchman slowly raised his head, the emotion in his eyes hard to discern, "not as many as the watchman's records."

Lausanne II's eyes changed slightly.

"That's right, Master Joaquin has accepted attendants nine times - but on the eighth time, he accepted two attendants at once, including Joao Aknet," Mallos said with a dull expression and didn't care. "But for another servant who came from a humble background, for some reason, his name and deeds have long been taboo."

Lausanne II tightened his grip on the sword, and his blood flowed through the hilt and down the blade.

"Joe Boyer."

Mallos spoke softly:

"Or should I say, Squire Boyer?"

Snapped!

Another firework exploded.

Joe Boyer.

Lausanne II stood frozen on the spot.

That name has been forgotten for a long time.

"My name is, Lausanne." He said subconsciously.

Mallos smiled.

"More than thirty years ago, at the 'Selected General' of the Emerald Celebration, you stole through the armor of Aknight's attendant and made it to the finals, but were defeated by the 'Light-Retracing Sword' who returned from the Terminator Tower - all the way Prince Horace, who swept through all the powerful forces and finally won the championship.”

The choice will be.

The sword of tracing light.

Lausanne II trembled slightly.

"Although you are an impostor, you achieved great results in your first appearance, and you are a student of Master Joaquin. You should have become famous at a young age," Mallos continued with a calm voice, "However, not long after, you committed a crime It was a huge mistake that caused the king's eldest son, Midir, to fall from his horse and be seriously injured. "

The eldest son of the king.

Lausanne II was in a daze for a moment.

But just a few seconds later, he sneered lightly.

"Falled from horse, seriously injured?"

The face of the black-clad killer is hidden behind a mask:

"What else do you know?"

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

"The eldest son of the King is in a deep coma, lying in bed and dying," the watcher said in a dark tone, "but Queen Natalie, who was pregnant and loved her son so much, unfortunately gave birth prematurely due to fear, and died of injuries and illness."

"The late king lost his wife and children, and was filled with grief and anger." Marius observed Lausanne's reaction, "So a group of people were severely punished, and you, you had your swords broken, your armor taken away, your hands branded, and your name deprived of all honors. Entering the Prison of Bones, even the name of the runner-up left in the election will be erased, and no one dares to mention it for many years. "

Destroy the sword, seize the armor, brand your hands, remove your name...

Luosang slowly lowered his head and looked at his sword-holding hand.

Mallos sighed.

"It wasn't until the Holy Tree Kingdom sent the elixir that the eldest son woke up and recovered, and he showed mercy and pardon to those involved in the incident one by one - even though he had been ill for many years and was unable to see his mother for the last time, and he became even more frail and sick after that. It’s hard to move even an inch.”

Lausanne II sneered.

"Have mercy, forgive sins, ha, Midir, how noble." He gritted his teeth and spoke, every word full of hatred.

Mallos took a deep breath and moved his hands:

"The rest of the story is probably that you met people from the Blood Bottle Gang in prison. After you were released from prison, you had nowhere to go, so you degenerated and started doing the dirty work of killing people and silencing them."

"Then, one night many years later, you met a fellow sect member - who was far inferior to you back then, but now he is prosperous and serves the royal guard in front of the emperor, Lord Aknet."

"Ha ha!"

Without warning, Lausanne II suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "There is nowhere to go, hahahaha, you are willing to fall, hahahaha!"

Mallos frowned slightly.

Luosang laughed for more than ten seconds before gradually stopping and looking at Mallos again.

Mallos breathed out.

"Perhaps you don't know that Master Joaquin was eventually implicated by you, so he resigned with guilt and returned to his hometown to live in seclusion." The watchman shook his head. "He barely made a living by teaching basic swordsmanship to children. He was drunk all day long. His later life was desolate and depressed. end."

"He deserves it."

Lausanne II interrupted him without hesitation, his words full of complex hatred: "He deserves to live worse than death, drowning in the dream he weaved for himself."

Mallos frowned tightly.

After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows and sighed.

"Do you know why people who have been punished by sin brand can still swing their swords normally?"

Luosang's eyes moved.

"Back then, my great-uncle was in the penalty wing of the Guard. He was responsible for executions and torture, of course, including guilty ones." Mallos raised his head and looked at the night sky illuminated by the colorful fireworks in the Emerald City, "As you said , he is an old acquaintance with Master Joaquin.”

Lausanne II clenched the sword in his hand.

But Marius' words turned cold.

"But my great-uncle is not a law-breaker, and the guards are not outside the law. Do you think he is really brave and can really let you off the hook for practicing favoritism under the eyes of so many colleagues?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"The fact is that on the night when you were about to be executed, Master Joaquín, who had lived a noble and upright life and was a model for knights, and whose mastery of swordsmanship was a master of martial arts, violated the ban and broke into the palace gate..."

Mallos spoke in a calm tone:

"In front of the late king and the entire court, Master Joaquin took off his helmet - the helmet that the late king had given him..."

He said softly:

"Smashed his own sword hand."

————

It was not Black Sword who defeated Lausanne II, but someone else?

Thales walked on the road and thought about these words carefully.

Right now.

【Si·Ku·Karana——】

Um?

what sound?

Thales looked back and said:

Hilley still looked embarrassed and worried, Slimani seemed distracted and stumbled from time to time, Glover supported Rolf and Kathleen with a depressed look on his face...

everything is normal.

strangeness.

Did he hear it wrong?

Thales shook his head, turned around and continued walking.

Then the next step to go to Kongming Palace is in this direction...

Um?

Thales was startled again.

Kongming Palace... Where is Kongming Palace? In which direction is it?

At that moment, he stared blankly at the soles of his feet and felt again:

"Never get lost" doesn't work.

He lost his bearings again.

Thales looked around subconsciously:

Left and right, front and back, all around... the faint ominous white smoke rose again all around.

【Mi Tara Naka...】

here we go again.

Strange and stiff syllables were whispered from afar, vague and illogical, with no idea of ​​their meaning.

Thales became anxious and turned to greet the others:

Did you see it? Everyone? This strange white smoke looks like it's in a tunnel, and... what's going on?

Um?

Thales was stunned.

It feels so strange.

But he didn't have time to think too much, he just continued to call everyone anxiously:

Let me ask you a question! say something? Have you seen this white smoke? Why--

The next second, Thales was heartbroken.

The boy took a deep breath and realized instantly: No, he was not talking.

He didn't even open his mouth.

He didn't even move his tongue or teeth.

He didn't even see everyone behind him.

All he could see was the slowly steaming mysterious white smoke.

He just felt like he had said those words.

Just like when you are half asleep and half awake, you always want to do something, and you always think you have done something: bought the thing you want most, achieved the best ideal, did the most difficult homework...

But actually, in your dream, you did nothing.

Nothing can be done.

Thinking of this, Thales panicked, turned around and shouted:

Did you see it? Hiley! Glover! Rolf! How is this going! What happened to us? answer me!

The surrounding white smoke is getting thicker and higher.

Thales roared with all his strength.

But he realized again: he didn't do anything, didn't look back, didn't yell, didn't roar.

He just walked forward, step by step, in a daze.

Half asleep and half awake.

Wait, this feeling... Thales was extremely nervous: Is Lausanne II coming after him? Is it his superpower?

When was he recruited?

How to wake up?

but.

No.

Thales shook his head - or rather, he thought he shook his head.

But he felt instinctively: This time was different.

It was different from the reality-like dream hallucinations given to them by Lausanne.

Like...

It's like a ghost on the bed, with clear consciousness but powerless to do anything.

It was like he had become a walking zombie, with only his soul trapped in his body, crying out to the heavens and the earth but helpless.

He couldn't blink, couldn't speak, couldn't even move a finger.

I can only maintain my previous actions, move forward quietly, and let others control me...

what to do?

【Si·Gu·Karana·Mosa·Formia...】

Strange syllables penetrated the white smoke again, coming from a distance, still difficult to understand.

Thales was stunned.

Wait, he has heard these syllables before, he has just heard them, these are not babbles in sleep!

But...

The next second, Thales was shocked!

Beep——

There was a ringing in the ears, but this time, Thales could do nothing but endure the pain.

Beep--

But the tinnitus disappeared quickly.

Gu Long - He only felt his ears becoming clogged and clear again, as if they were emerging from the water.

At the same time, those strange syllables seemed to jump in the ears and automatically turned into recognizable language:

[Please, not now. 】

It was a familiar voice, speaking words he could understand.

Just from...my side?

Thales was startled and wanted to turn around, but no matter how he turned his head, he couldn't see the people around him. Only then did the young man realize: he couldn't move.

【When else could it be? Cecilia, the good girl I miss so much...]

A chilling hoarse voice came from behind - when it sounded, Thales felt his whole body trembling and getting goosebumps.

Cecilia?

The name is...

[Okay, who are you this time? 】Familiar voice.

Thales frowned—or, he thought he frowned.

[Ha, how do I know? A cruel and cruel prince who killed his own brother? There are so many in history, so many... Your family is quite experienced, right...] This is the voice that makes people panic and fear.

Thales slowly came to his senses: These were two people having a conversation.

Although he began to understand these words, these words seemed to be separated by a layer of water... He had to work hard, very hard, very hard to hear them clearly.

As for him, Thales' thinking seemed to have slowed down at the moment, and it took him a few seconds before he could barely understand the meaning.

[Okay, what did you do to Lausanne II, to that black-clad killer? 】This is that familiar voice, full of disgust and impatience.

And... suppressed fear?

Wait, Lausanne II, the killer in black...

He seems to have an impression?

[So, he is a killer, interesting. 】The voice that made people tremble so chillingly came again.

It seemed...close to my ears.

Thales swallowed his throat - if he really did this.

[Don’t do this with me! 】

[I didn’t do anything, I just helped him. 】That chilling voice had a perfunctory and indifferent attitude.

【help? 】The familiar voice suppressed anger.

What are they talking about?

It seems very familiar, but also seems very... strange?

Thales frowned.

No.

No, we can't go on like this.

He needs to understand, he needs to understand, and he needs to react!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--

Thales tried his best - although he didn't know how hard he should try, but the next second...

Boom!

There was a loud bang in his eardrums, and Thales' whole life trembled.

It is the sin of the prison river.

The familiar power of termination surprised and delighted Thales.

It's an old friend!

Come on!

help me!

Thales roared angrily.

[A little psychological enlightenment and a heart-to-heart talk made him no longer hate himself, no longer hide himself, and become more...frank and true? 】Outside, the panic-stricken voice seemed quite pleasant.

【He is crazy! You almost got us killed! 】

[But aren’t you a good person? 】

The Sin of the Hell River is expanding slowly and hard, like lava that has been cooled instantly. It is rekindling its temperature from the inside, trying to roll forward, trying to overflow the high wall.

Inch by inch, bit by bit.

finally.

Wow!

The sin of the prison river overflowed the wall with a loud bang!

It flows again, rises, burns,

It was like an animal that had been missing for a long time and finally returned to its territory, rushing back and forth violently inside Thales' body.

boom!

Thales's eardrums seemed to have been broken by the sin of the Hell River, causing pain, numbness, and an indescribable burning sensation.

but……

"Yes, I'm good! So good that you're paralyzed! So good that I'm going to die!" The familiar voice became much clearer, full of sarcasm that was familiar to him.

It's a girl.

Girl?

Thales, whose thinking gradually became normal, suddenly reacted.

It's Heeley!

Is it her, is she and... talking to other people?

"But according to this deal, you walked out of the sewer."

That chilling voice came, clear and precise, long and passionate, but for some reason, Thales couldn't stop trembling the moment he heard it.

Who is this?

At this moment, who was walking behind him, talking to Hilley?

He still couldn't turn his head, but his sense of hell returned, allowing him to capture the situation behind him very clearly:

Glover's steps were steady, but he said nothing. He turned a deaf ear to everything around him and moved forward, as if the most important thing in his life was to walk in silence.

No, it's not just him, Rolf, Kathleen, Slimani... they all move forward like zombies, paying no attention to the things around them.

Even though the white smoke in front of me has escalated into a thick fog, blocking the sky and making it difficult to see where it is going.

"Yes," Heeley said coldly, "Now that the deal is completed, you can get out."

"Hey, don't follow the tricks of the temple," the voice was lazy and shrewd, "It's not easy to meet each other, catch up on old times, and have a chat, isn't it?"

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"that's all?"

"That's it!" Xi Lai refused with a firm attitude.

"Really?" The voice suddenly dropped in tone, and even Thales shuddered. "My lovely six-fingered girl, don't you think about it anymore?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Stop pretending, dear," the terrifying voice trailed off, "According to the deal, you walked out of the sewer safely, with your body intact and your soul intact... But me, where is my reward?"

Hilley was silent for a moment.

"That Lausanne II just now, he is your reward," Hilley's voice was trembling slightly. "His soul, life, flesh and blood, consciousness, wisdom, belief, memory, experience, knowledge, personality, or anything else you You can take whatever hard currency you like, you’re welcome.”

Thales thought suddenly.

He instantly realized: What Xi Lai was speaking now was not lingua franca.

Not in any other language, at least not one that Thales could recognize.

But...

"Look, my dear, you have made the mistake of taking it for granted again. The fairness of a contract is not only written on paper, but also verbal..."

The voice was friendly and authentic, like a defense attorney accepting client consultations in a friendly manner:

"It's more about the heart."

The next second, it spoke patiently and calmly, word by word, but Thales became even more flustered:

"My dear Cecilia Regina Bella Cavendier, you really feel that you invited or urged me to come up to the mortal world and let me endure the pain of crossing boundaries and obstacles, and endure the turbid Air, risking being discovered, expending energy and physical strength to help you block the knife and eliminate disaster, and then you take that extreme enemy as a reward and let me go back and forth from wherever you are. Do you really think this is A fair and equitable transaction?”

"Then..." Xi Lai paused and then said confidently, "That's right!"

At that moment, even though he couldn't look back, Thales could almost see the indifferent, "what can you do to me" domineering expression on Xi Lai's face that he often saw.

Even that terrible sound stopped for a second.

"Hahahahaha!"

It burst out into shocking laughter, rising and falling, causing the surrounding thick fog to fluctuate:

"I just like your rogue look! Every time, every time you kill more people!"

Hilley paused for a moment.

"Shut your stinky mouth." When she spoke again, Thales could hear the anger from gritted teeth, "Go back to where you came from!"

"Ah, ruthless partner," it said without any sullenness, as if it was a matter of course, "It doesn't matter, you have to do it personally when it comes to collecting debts."

"I didn't reward you, and I don't owe you anything! Because you made things worse!" Xi Lai gasped, and her reply was a little out of control.

"But that's not a reward, it's the payment I deserve." It said slowly and unhurriedly.

Thales listened for a while, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat: it was the Sin of Hell River rumbling.

He suddenly reacted: What is going on?

Heeley, Heeley, what did she do?

That voice...

what happened?

what happened?

what happened?

"what happened!"

Thales couldn't help but said:

"What's this?"

He turned around suddenly and shouted:

"He...what is it?"

But the moment the words came out of his mouth, Thales was shocked and immediately realized: he succeeded.

He managed to move.

Has he turned around?

The air became quiet.

White mist shrouded the surroundings, making everything a few feet away blurry and visibility extremely low.

Behind Thales, Hilley looked at Thales who turned around in shock, his face turned pale with fright.

"You...are you okay? Are you awake?" Xi Lai said blankly.

It seemed like she discovered for the first time that there was another person here named Thales.

but.

Only her.

Thales looked at Shilay blankly: there was only her behind him.

There was no second person - everyone else was focused on walking, like zombies.

That was just...

"Yeah, yeah, now it's interesting."

At that moment, Thales had countless goosebumps all over his body!

Because the sound came from behind.

Behind his...ears?

Thales subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Xilai held his face in his hands!

"No, don't look at it!"

Hilley looked terrified and shouted anxiously:

"Stay awake, don't look at it, don't think about it, treat it like a dream, it can't-"

But her voice disappeared instantly, leaving only her lips moving up and down.

It was as if it had been suddenly silenced.

Hilley also realized this. She looked behind Thales, her eyes wide and her mouth wide, terrified.

"Look, dear Cecilia, I told you earlier..." the voice sounded softly, surprised and happy.

At that moment, Thales' nerves tightened and his whole body felt weak!

He felt it.

There was a cold touch on his neck.

is it.

Something gently hooked Thales' neck, like a mother caressing her son - "it" touched, rubbed, and caressed.

Xi Lai's eyes were filled with fear, his expression was anxious, and he shook his head subconsciously.

No, no, no!

Her eyes were sparkling, and tears even oozed from the corners of her eyes.

But all he could hear was a low and ominous laugh.

"Hehehehe..."

The being spoke again, but this time, Thales could feel that "its" words were filled with unimaginable malice:

"Don't you have money to pay the bill?"