"Enough!"
Ricky raised his voice and ordered the mercenaries to put away their weapons and return to their original positions.
He looked at the three of them impatiently. "I don't care about your internal grudges, whether it's the Secret Room or Eckstedt."
Lasalle and Dean looked at each other before they looked away.
"The three of you, tell me." Ricky's patience seemed to have reached its limit. "The Prince of Constellation … where is he?"
Thales tensed up again!
Beside him, Quick Rope, who had just escaped Dean's gaze, sighed and patted his chest.
Dean snorted coldly and turned his head around.
"What does he have to do with you?"
When he said this, Stake, Lasalle, and the Disaster Swords all frowned.
Ricky tilted his head slightly, and a cold glare shone in his eyes.
"That's right, that stupid prince has nothing to do with us.
But he is related to whether we can get help from our allies, "Ricky said. Stake smiled and bowed at the right time." So he is our business. "
Ricky's tone became colder and colder, and it made them have the urge to retreat. "You have always been smart, Dean, so you better understand one thing. Right now, we are in control of this place, including who can come in and who can go out.
"Who can walk out, and who must go out lying down."
Do you understand? "
As he said this, the Disaster Swords drew out their weapons in unison. * Swoosh! *
Dean's expression froze.
He looked around with a solemn expression. He observed the tavern, which was as sturdy as an iron wall, and sensed the hostile gazes of the mercenaries.
'No.'
Thales sighed in his heart. 'There are still too many of them.'
Finally, Dean exhaled, and his tone became more relaxed.
"Alright."
Dean said reluctantly, "The Secret Room must participate in your plan regarding the prince. Even if you hand him over to King Chapman, it must go through our hands …"
Lasalle's expression tensed. "If the Secret Room is still Eckstedt's, then you should not —"
* Bang! *
There was a loud sound of a heavy palm slamming on the table.
It made Thales and Quick Rope tremble.
"That's your problem," Ricky said word by word. His tone was as cold as winter frost.
"I don't f * cking care at all."
The atmosphere in the tavern instantly tensed up, as if someone was pulling on a thin rope.
"I don't care which one of you captures the prince. I don't care if you roast him or eat him alive. I don't care if you skin him or break his bones. I don't care if you kill him or f * ck him. But do you know … whoever stops us from accomplishing our goal is our enemy."
"Mortal enemies."
"And if you become the mortal enemies of the Outer Tower inheritors …"
"Trust me, you don't want that."
Ricky glanced at Lasalle and Dean. His gaze was filled with a deathly stillness, causing the latter two's heart to skip a beat.
"So I'm going to ask you one last time, Dean."
Ricky's expression turned sour. Beside him, Masked Man and Kray looked at each other. Kray then extended his hand towards Gloom.
"Where is that prince called Thales?"
Dean clenched his fists.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Everyone …"
The familiar voice of mediation sounded again.
"Who the prince ultimately belongs to is a matter of operation. We can discuss it later." Stake smiled and walked between Ricky and Dean. "The most important thing now is to determine Prince Thales' whereabouts.
"Don't ever talk about how sweet honey is before you taste it."
Stake looked at Dean, then at Lasalle. His smile was still gentle. "Do we agree?"
Dean pursed his lips tightly, while Lasalle's entire body tensed up.
On the other side, Ricky looked at them coldly. Beside him, Kray slowly touched the hilt of his sword.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Even the sound seemed to have been turned off by someone.
Thales could only hear countless heartbeats. As the dead silence continued, they became more rapid.
Including himself.
Finally, after what felt like a century, Dean took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"I met him in the desert, the prince called Thales." His voice sounded a little tired and hoarse. "There were too many variables, and I was alone and without help, so I didn't dare to take action."
This time, it was Thales' turn to be nervous.
Kray snorted softly and lowered his weapon.
"And then?" Ricky said faintly, "The prince?"
Dean furrowed his eyebrows.
Thales bit his lip gently.
"He's very cunning, that prince." Dean clenched his fists. He recalled something, and the muscles on his face tightened. "He's very cautious, malicious, good at acting, and full of schemes. He befriended a merchant named Seth Tormorden in the desert, and followed his merchant caravan into Blade Fangs Camp."
He raised his head. "Yesterday."
Thales secretly sighed in relief.
"Tormorden?"
Ricky's gaze shifted. "That poor peasant who talks about the glory of nobility all day long?"
Dean nodded. "He still owes me a sum of money for hiring him. Don't forget to get it back."
But obviously, his lies were not so easy to pass.
"But this is not what your information said." Lasalle stared at Dean from afar. He stared at his compatriot, who had secrets about him, and said softly, "You said, 'We have the Prince of Constellation. Retreat tonight.'"
At this moment, Dean tensed up.
Even Thales' breathing trembled a little.
Dean slowly raised his head. His eyes were filled with anger.
"I'll deal with you after this, Lasalle," Dean said coldly, "No matter how you and your master stuffed the rat into the Secret Room and intercepted our information.
"As for you taking matters into your own hands here, be it the Lady or the King, their expressions will not be pleasant."
"Taking matters into my own hands?"
Lasalle snorted and retorted, "Hmph, you're the one who reported yesterday that you found traces of the Prince of Constellation, aren't you?"
"Everyone!" When he saw that it was about to turn into an internal conflict among the Eckstedtians, Stake had no choice but to raise his hands again to maintain order in the meeting. "Can we focus on the topic?"
Dean and Lasalle then averted their gazes.
"Dean." Ricky seemed to be deep in thought. "Tell me, you caught him, didn't you? 'We have the Prince of Constellation'? "
Dean curled his lips. He looked very indignant.
"Almost, almost," he said through gritted teeth. "I planned to take him down tonight, and I already planned when to act."
Once he finished speaking, he turned his head and stared at Thales. "Until these two damn bastards ruined my plans, right before I moved."
Thales coughed softly and twitched the corners of his lips.
"If you had stayed in the sack obediently, Dean," the prince glanced at Ricky with an unyielding look, "perhaps by this time, we would have already caught that cunning little prince, along with all of you."
Ricky exhaled heavily, as if he wanted to expel the dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.
Stake looked at Dean, then at Thales. His eyes darted back and forth.
"Very well, then let's go find that merchant named Tormorden." Lasalle crossed his arms and muttered, "Have him hand over the prince.
Or pay the price. "
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Get ready, everyone. We'll start planning now." Ricky knocked on the table and snorted. "We must attack Tormorden's house and the Prison of Bones at the same time, and both must be completed at the same time. Stake, I need you to be in charge …"
Following his orders, the Disaster Swords moved.
At this moment, Thales and Dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Before that, I need to contact the people from the Secret Room." Dean looked very indignant as he stared at Quick Rope and Thales. "These two traitors can forget about —"
At this moment …
"Wait!"
A finger was raised in the air.
Thales and Dean were both stunned.
It was Stake.
The spokesperson of Shadow Shield still had a smile on his face.
The tavern instantly fell silent. Ricky and the others, who were formulating their plans, raised their heads.
"This distinguished guest of the Secret Room, Dean." Stake gestured amiably at Dean, then pointed at Thales. "Tell me, did they attack you to replace or take all the credit for your work?"
Dean's heart froze.
Thales also gritted his teeth.
"It's the same as you, isn't it?" Dean said calmly.
"Stake of Shadow Shield, the person who betrayed the Shadow Master."
But Stake ignored his sarcasm. Instead, he continued asking, "And you met the prince in the desert. Because you were not confident, and you were alone and without help, you did not dare to take action?"
Dean snorted softly. "I don't want to repeat myself."
This time, Ricky felt that something was wrong. He looked at Stake, then at Dean. "What's wrong?"
Stake waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.
"But look at you, Dean. You don't look like you're alone and without help." Stake's expression was rich. His gaze kept switching between Dean, Thales, and Quick Rope. "Even though your two subordinates don't look very reliable.
"Not only did they wake up halfway through the drug, they even had to come here to ask for help when they wanted to destroy the corpses."
"Tsk tsk." Stake chuckled. "How pitiful. As a spy, no matter how amateurish they are, there should be a limit."
Thales and Quick Rope's expressions were very unpleasant.
"Laugh all you want," Dean retorted calmly. "I don't deny that there are good and bad people in the Secret Room. We are not like the Secret Intelligence Department, where we have a rich royal family that provides endless support for hundreds of years.
"However, there are too many people in the world who laugh at Madam Calshan and the Secret Room. You are just one of those ignorant people."
Stake let out a soft cry and shook his head apologetically.
"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand. I have never doubted the famous Red Witch.
"It's just that this made me very interested in your two subordinates." Stake seemed to be really apologetic. He hunched his shoulders, tucked his chin in, and chuckled at Thales. "Especially when the mastermind of the conspiracy against you is just a fourteen or fifteen year old boy."
When he heard this, the muscles on Thales' arms tightened.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Stake was like a bard, and his voice was full of emotion.
"Perhaps this teenager, who started his career in the Secret Room at the age of ten and has a promising future, is also cunning, vicious, cautious, good at acting, and even very scheming?"
At that moment, Thales felt a chill in his heart. His pupils, which met Stake's, shrank!
'Sh * t.
'Sh * t!'
When he heard these adjectives, Dean clenched his fists. The others did not react as quickly, but they soon thought of something while feeling puzzled and puzzled.
Dean's expression became very unpleasant.
But he soon realized that the initiative in this meeting was no longer in his hands.
"Oh, right.
I remember now. "Lasalle's voice rose slowly." Six years ago, when I went on a diplomatic mission to Constellation and brought back Prince Moriah's body … all I heard was news about the second prince.
"About how mature he was, how quick-witted he was, and how he managed to refute a group of highly respected nobles at the age of seven or eight."
Lasalle's gaze was cold. "Dean, I was almost fooled by you."
The leader of the Disaster Swords was silent, but he made a gentle gesture to Klein.
"What are you hinting at?" Dean raised his head. His expression was unprecedentedly serious, and he was about to step forward.
In the next second, a sword flashed!
"Move, Dean." The Northland swordsman, Klein, raised his Dark Light Sword. His voice was airy. "And you will die."
Dean looked at the blade in front of his chest in surprise. "You …"
But he noticed that at some point in time, Ricky's gaze on him had become cold, and the Masked Man beside him was smiling coldly.
Stake clicked his tongue.
"I have to say this."
He put his hand into his bosom, took out a small scroll, and slowly unfolded it. "When you cut your hair, change your attire, and no longer look neat and tidy, but are in rags …"
Stake sighed and gently threw down the scroll in his hand.
"… It's quite hard to recognize."
Thales lowered his head stiffly and looked at the scroll.
It was a sketch.
The drawing was of a thin, neat teenager in his teens. His face was delicate, and his expression was indifferent.
It was as if he had a card up his sleeve.
"Please forgive my rudeness." Stake flicked the dust off his body, turned to Thales in a solemn and gentle manner, and bowed deeply.
"I am Stake, from Shadow Shield. It is my honor to meet you with my own eyes.
"Dear Prince Thales."
His tone was respectful, and his posture was humble.
At that moment, the sound of people sucking in breaths came from the tavern.
The leader of the Disaster Swords, Ricky, stood up from his chair as if he was facing a great enemy. His gaze was fixed on Thales.
Klein frowned in disbelief. He looked at the portrait on the ground, and then at the teenager, whose face was ashen.
The Masked Man's eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they wanted to cut Thales' face.
Marina could not hide the surprise in her eyes. She could not believe that the thief who picked the lock just now was the prince of a kingdom.
Lasalle stared at the prince with a complicated expression. He stared at the culprit who caused the Eckstedt Diplomat Group to suffer a crushing defeat in the past.
Dean gritted his teeth and stared at the blade in front of his chest with an enraged expression.
Quick Rope sighed in pain and covered his face.
Thales slowly closed his eyes and shut out everyone's reactions. He did not move for a long time.
After a few seconds passed, he slowly opened his eyes.
The prince sighed heavily and leaned against the back of his chair. With an indescribable sense of fatigue and relief, he gave Stake a feeble middle finger.
"F * ck you."
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