Black Sword.
This name …
I haven't heard it in a long time.
Thales slumped on the table and thought about the strange man in his memories in a daze.
After listening to Masked Man's words, Ricky and Klein looked at each other.
This time, it was Tampa's turn to be stunned.
"You already knew? Black Sword and Black Street Brotherhood? "
He looked at the mercenaries in confusion.
"We met him."
Ricky said calmly, but his gaze was fixed on the same angle for a long time. "And that unusual ancient sword of his."
"Not long ago."
The masked man folded his arms and snorted coldly. "Impressive."
Thales, who was panting on the table, was shocked and bewildered.
Black Sword.
He was once a … mercenary?
Nine magnates.
What did Blood Whistle have to do with him?
So much so that they did not hesitate to test the law and kidnap Tampa to force information out of that man?
The confused Tampa looked at one of them, then at the other. "Since you already know, then why are you still …"
Ricky held up his hand, interrupting him.
"I was just confirming that you knew his current situation."
And now, we want to know his past, Tampa. "
Ricky put his hands together and looked at him seriously. His tone was solemn, and his expression was solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.
"Especially his deeds before he joined the Brotherhood, when he was a mercenary: every mission, every business, every story."
The question in Tampa's eyes grew stronger.
"His background, his identity, his background," Klein quietly added, his tone as if he was facing a great enemy.
Tampa's frown deepened.
"Not just that."
Masked Man raised his head and said coldly,
"Including his skills, his swordsmanship, his weapons, and especially his …"
The masked man paused for a moment.
There was a cold glint in his deep eyes beyond his mask. "Power of Eradication."
Black Sword's …
The Power of Eradication.
Thales' breathing quickened.
Furthermore …
After listening to the other two, Ricky nodded in agreement.
"In other words, we want everything, Tampa." Ricky looked at the tavern owner and narrowed his eyes.
"Everything … about Black Sword."
Tampa seemed to realize that something was not normal.
"You are not doing this for the Blood Bottle Gang, right? Ever since Red Viper was chased out of the baron's guards … "He widened his eyes.
"But now it seems …"
Ricky and his two companions looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Who the hell are you?"
Tampa looked at them, puzzled. He wanted to find the answer on the faces of these mercenaries, who had been licking blood from their blades.
But he failed.
The three people in the lead were still calm, while the mercenaries around them were silent.
Tampa could only sigh and say, "How much of a grudge does Black Sword have against you? Is it worth it for you to put on such a big show and even ruin your reputation and future? "
Ricky snorted.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes gleaming.
"You can't imagine."
"You can't imagine how much we are interested in him."
As soon as he finished speaking, Klein and Masked Man's eyes turned sharp.
"You can't imagine what kind of miracle and opportunity he represents."
Tampa looked at him gravely.
Ricky smirked and tapped the table lightly, as if he was immersed in his own world.
"To us, he will be the end of the Old Era and the beginning of the New Era."
Thales listened to everything with a dumbfounded expression.
He felt as if he had gotten himself involved in something incredibly big again.
"Is this some kind of cult?"
Quick Rope whispered into Thales' ears from the table.
"I've seen a group of lunatics shouting the names of demons and evil gods in Vallier Bang before they bled their sacrifices …"
"I don't know," Thales replied in a low voice. "I don't want to know either. I just want to leave this place as soon as possible."
Quick Rope sighed softly on the table and glanced around cautiously. "I want to too, but there are too many of them."
As he stared at the dozens of murderous mercenaries, he observed their steady and orderly breathing, as well as their well-trained movements. Thales' heart tensed up.
'Right.
'There are too many of them.
'No matter who it is.'
At this moment, Shawn, the mercenary who stopped Thales and the others earlier, walked over.
"Ricky." Shawn's face was tense. He did not intend to lower his voice so that everyone in the tavern could hear him clearly. "Our guest is here.
He came alone. "
At that moment, Ricky's gaze was incredibly sharp.
Klein and Masked Man also reacted. Ricky gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, while the latter's gaze was fixed on the table.
"So fast, an hour earlier than the agreed time," Klein said coldly.
"I guess their people are already in place. I've dealt with that guy before, he definitely didn't come alone."
Thales could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the tavern had changed.
If the previous Blood Whistle seemed relaxed on the outside but tense on the inside, and when they detained Tampa, Thales, and the others, they seemed relaxed and at ease …
After Shawn's words, there was only an oppressive silence left in the air.
Many of the mercenaries' breathing became heavy, and their faces were filled with anger. Many of them stood up and even placed their hands on their weapons.
"Restrain yourselves, all of you!"
Ricky looked around with a displeased expression, as if he was scolding disobedient wild dogs. "Our plan will not be interrupted because of this little accident.
No matter what they want to do. "
The restless Blood Whistle finally quietened down. They looked at each other and returned to their positions.
Thales looked at them strangely.
'Customers?
Who's here?
What's their plan? Isn't it just to kidnap Tampa? '
Quick Rope also cast him a puzzled look.
"I guess our friendly conversation will have to wait for the next time, old friend." Ricky turned his head around and resumed his easygoing expression.
"Next time?"
Tampa gritted his teeth and said, "You're not going to let me go, are you?"
Ricky ignored him.
Marina walked forward. "I'll bring them upstairs …"
Thales thought of something. 'If they're detained in isolation, we'll have to face fewer opponents …'
But his hopes were dashed.
"No, they'll stay here, under everyone's watch," Klein interrupted Marina.
Clay interrupted Marina. It seemed that his position here was second only to Ricky.
"Tampa has been operating here for too long. He knows his tavern too well, and his role is too important to us," Klein said cautiously. "Before dawn, we can't take even the slightest risk."
'Before dawn?'
Thales noticed this detail.
'Before dawn … what are they going to do?'
Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.
Ricky did not object. He only pondered for a moment before he slowly nodded at Shawn.
"Bring him in."
"Be careful." The Masked Man at the same table snorted coldly. "Those damn cockroaches are the best at catching people off guard."
Finally, under Thales' great puzzlement, the door to "my home" was opened.
A man hidden in a cloak walked into the tavern controlled by Blood Whistle under the watchful eyes of the mercenaries behind him.
Just like when Thales first arrived, the mercenaries' fierce gazes and iron-blooded auras instantly oppressed the new customer.
But the customer in the cloak still walked steadily, his posture indifferent.
The mercenary, Shawn, stopped the customer.
"Search him," he said coldly.
The customer shrugged and obediently raised his hands.
"Forget it, Shawn." Klein shook his head, his expression unfriendly. "I dare say, if you really wanted to hide some weapons, even if you stripped him naked, this guy would still be able to take out a dagger from his underwear."
Only then did Shawn move aside. He did not forget to throw a fierce glare at the customer.
The customer seemed to be a little helpless until he walked to the center of the tavern and saw Ricky, Klein, Masked Man, and Tampa sitting at the same table.
"Am I interrupting something?"
The customer looked at the four people with different expressions, and then at the prince and his duo, who were obviously forced to sit there. His voice was confident and calm, and it rose and fell like music.
Thales could feel Marina's disgust appear on her face. She pressed her hands on the hilt of her sword.
"You can't interrupt anything," the Masked Man among the mercenaries said coldly. "Because there is no seat for you here, cockroach in the gutter."
In the face of the group's hostility, the customer chuckled and extended his hands out of his cloak.
At this moment, the mercenaries behind him drew their weapons and stared at his movements with gritted teeth.
"Relax." The customer seemed shocked. "It's just my hood."
As he spoke, he slowly lowered his hood, revealing a fair and ordinary face.
The moment Thales saw this face, he felt a sense of familiarity flash past him.
'Strange.'
Thales gritted his teeth. 'I've seen this man before.
I've definitely seen him before.
But I don't know … when. '
As the leader, Ricky looked at the man who stood where he was in a calm and composed manner. He turned his head and asked Klein,
"Is it him?"
Klein stood up and walked in front of the customer.
The newcomer put on a submissive and respectful smile.
Klein stared at him for a while, and his expression slowly tensed up.
"It's him."
The Northland swordsman nodded and said, "Six years ago. We met a few times."
His expression did not look good.
'Six years ago.'
Thales' heart slowly tightened.
'Is it a coincidence?'
The man noticed Klein, and a look of realization appeared on his face.
"It's you, Salander Klein." The man looked rather happy. "You really are an old acquaintance …"
But compared to Ricky's coldness and Masked Man's hostility, Klein was not much better. He did not show any respect to his "old acquaintance".
"Stop trying to curry favor with us." Klein returned to his seat and rejected him bluntly. "We all know what kind of people you are."
The man's expression froze, and he said awkwardly, "What a touching reunion.
Let's talk. "
Ricky's expression was still calm, as if he was just receiving a farm owner who needed to remove weeds. "Why are you here?"
The new customer blinked.
Thales looked at the man. He looked more and more familiar.
'Who is he?'
"I can tell that you still have some matters to deal with." The fair-skinned man looked at Tampa, who had unpleasant expressions, and the reluctant Thales. He rubbed his hands together, like a salesman trying to sell his low-quality wine to the owner of a tavern. He was very careful.
"And what I'm about to say now is very important, so why don't we find a small secret room …"
Ricky smiled.
"I believe in my brothers. There's nothing shameful about it."
Unless you have something to hide? "
The mercenaries in the tavern put on cold, intimidating smiles.
The man's expression froze slightly.
"Please forgive me, but what I'm about to say is not a small matter." He looked around and seemed to be in a difficult position. "It's not just related to your operation tonight …"
The man's expression became dark. "It's also related to the stability of the entire Blade Fangs Camp."
As soon as he said this, the mercenaries became restless.
Klein and Masked Man looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.
The man turned around and faced the hostile gazes of everyone present.
"Yes, I know what you're going to do, and please believe me. My arrival and my suggestion will only make your plan better."
The man smiled happily. "Before that, we need to plan carefully and carefully. What do you think? Klein? And this … "
Thales heard Marina and Shawn whispering behind him. Their tones were filled with hatred. "They're just as despicable as they've always been. They're trying to divide and sow discord. They're doing everything they can."
The man raised his fingers with a strange expression and rubbed his thumb and index finger gently. "And what we need is just a little bit of communication and cooperation."
The commotion in the tavern grew louder, and the target was the man in the center of the tavern.
However, Ricky spoke.
"That's even better. Say your suggestion in public."
Ricky raised his hand without batting an eyelid, suppressing the others' objections. "Motivate my brothers for what we're about to do."
The man paused.
He looked around and was disappointed to find that the mercenaries from Blood Whistle did not have any objections.
"Hmph, alright, since all of you have no scruples …"
The man sighed and looked at them, as if he felt that it was a pity.
He was startled, as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm old, and my memory is getting worse. I forgot to introduce myself." The man shook his head in embarrassment and patted his head. "As you can see, I'm just an ordinary Northlander. You can call me …"
The man bowed and narrowed his eyes slightly. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"Stake."
At that moment, Thales trembled slightly!
Quick Rope gave him a strange look, but Thales did not react at all.
He just stared at the new man.
'That fair face, the way he bowed, the way he spoke, and that strange name …'
Thales remembered.
'This man.
I've seen him before.
Six years ago! '
"Stake?"
Marina snorted coldly. "What kind of bullsh * t name is that?"
Stake scratched his head awkwardly. He looked apologetic.
But the person in the middle of the tavern spoke.
"Stake." The Masked Man on Ricky's left leaned forward and carefully sized up the guest with extraordinary status. "Carpenters and stonemasons use it to borrow strength. With repeated hammering, they can chisel through even the most indestructible wood and stone."
Masked Man's tone was laced with deep hatred.
"It's really appropriate for you pests who eat away at the world."
The mercenaries sneered.
Stake exhaled in resignation.
"Don't mind him." The leader of the mercenaries, Ricky nodded calmly. "Samel is more straightforward."
Stake shook his shoulders, indicating that he did not mind.
"Then, may I ask, who is the gentleman I'm talking to?" He smiled as usual.
Ricky and his companions looked at each other and chuckled.
"My current name is Ricky. At least, that's what my brothers call me."
Ricky sighed and slowly sat straight in his chair.
"But you, Sir Stake, out of respect for the person behind you and the organization you belong to …"
He did not seem to care about the person in front of him. With his right hand, he gently flicked a longsword by the table.
"You might as well call me …"
Under the mercenaries' silent and worshipful gazes, Ricky spoke softly and uttered an unfamiliar name that Thales had never heard before.
"Crassus."
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