Blade Fangs Camp, Prison of Bones, not far from the surface exit.
In the dark night, a slightly plump man stood in a short alley and quietly watched the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him. It was the most famous prison in Western Desert and even all of Constellation.
He rolled up his sleeves and stared into the darkness. He smacked his lips and clicked his tongue.
A slightly heavy footstep came from behind him.
"No matter how many times I look at the Prison of Bones, it's just like Ghost Prince Tower …"
The plump man did not even look at the scene behind him because he knew who it was. He only sighed and said, "These two things are equally annoying."
The slightly heavy footsteps stopped behind him.
The plump man yawned in the darkness and cold wind. He still did not turn his head around. "You're out, so fast?"
The person behind him seemed to nod.
A slightly rough voice traveled faintly. There was a hint of coldness and alienation in it. "Around ten minutes ago, their security on the surface was lax."
The chubby man shrugged as he listened to the unapproachable tone of the man.
But he knew that the person behind him had always been like this, so he did not mind.
Then, the plump man turned around and glanced at the person behind him.
That one glance scared him out of his wits. He jumped up from the ground and jumped three feet horizontally!
He wanted nothing more than to stay as far away from the person behind him as possible.
"Oh my god! Norb! "
The plump man desperately suppressed his voice. He placed his hands in front of him and looked at his colleague beside him in shock.
He looked at the latter's revealing and alluring attire.
He looked at his colleague's eye-catching makeup with red eyelashes and bright lip gloss.
Looking at the other party's slender figure and charming movements, she nonchalantly tugged at her loose shoulder strap. The exposed skin on her shoulder, along with the bulging view of her chest, were all covered by the gauze-like material.
'But …
'But …'
The plump man could not stop his body from trembling. He pointed at Norb with a trembling finger. "I know this is a job requirement. I have to disguise myself and sneak into the crowd, but … but …"
He looked at his colleague in horror.
"But do you have to dress up and act coquettishly like a prostitute who solicits customers on the streets?"
Norb turned his head away, allowing his thin clothes to flutter in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body. This made the slightly plump man shudder.
"Is there a problem?"
His tone was light.
The slightly plump man forced himself not to look at him and forced a smile.
"Of course there's no problem, except for one thing …"
The fatty sucked in a sharp breath and told the truth in pain.
"You're a f * cking burly —"
"Men!"
The man named Norb deliberately lowered his voice as he screamed in pain. He only glanced at his sturdy body that was covered by a thin veil.
"Is there a problem?"
Fatty almost fainted. He hid back in the alley and pressed his forehead.
"My God, Norb, do you know that the way you cross-dress … is simply polluting the environment? Look at your green stubble under your lipstick, your bloody mouth, your stocky waist … "
Norb couldn't help but turn around to look at him.
"Oh no, please don't turn your head, please don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back and wash my eyes today. Your visual damage after you cross-dress is just too great … "
Out of the corner of his eye, Norb caught a glimpse of Norb's soft and sexy dress. He saw the faintly visible thick thighs and thick leg hair. His cheeks twitched involuntarily.
Coupled with his large pectoral muscles …
And he had a serious expression on his face …
Fatty felt his stomach churn.
'Bright Moon Goddess above, don't wait until the end of the game. Throw a meteor down now and crush me and him to death!'
Norb looked at his shocking attire again and grinned lightly without a care in the world.
The smile with the stubble on his face was charming, and it almost made the man, who had just caught his breath, feel his heart stop.
"This is the essence, Gomez, just like how you're reacting right now."
Norb spoke to Gomez with faint confidence.
"After I dress up as a woman, the ugliness and discomfort brought about by the intentional contrast will make people subconsciously turn their heads away and avoid me. You won't be too interested in whether a lousy male prostitute with a fetish for cross-dressing has other secrets, such as whether he's someone with ulterior motives who deliberately lurks in the shadows."
As Norb spoke, he habitually extended his hand and combed his non-existent fringe.
Gomez patted his chest in shock, but he still insisted on using the corner of his eye to talk to his colleague.
"Are you … sure you didn't read too many bardic poems?"
Norb glared at Gomez. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be angry.
It made Gomez have the urge to immediately retire.
Gomez could only exhale in pain. He pointed at the Prison of Bones in the distance, resigned to his fate, and said to his extremely calm colleague, "Forget it, forget it … So, what are we eating today?"
"What are we eating?" Norb no longer subconsciously swung his woman's sleeves.
"What do you want to eat?" Norb no longer swung his sleeves subconsciously. He shook his head steadily.
"The list of information is clearly with you."
The plump Gomez's face turned red. He coughed, took out a piece of paper from his belt, and slowly unfolded it.
"Alright, let me see …"
Gomez looked at the paper in his hand. He was instantly in high spirits, and the gloominess he felt when he was almost scared to death by Norb seemed to have been swept away.
"Hmm, first, appetizer and appetizer." He looked at the Prison of Bones in the distance with great interest. His tone rose and fell.
"A personal envoy of the Northland Kinslayer King."
Gomez stopped talking and suppressed his disgust. He looked at the cross-dressed Norb. "Did you see him when you were inside?"
Norb's expression remained indifferent. He only nodded slightly.
"Lasalle Weider, the former Border Baron of Dragon Clouds City. Witness confirmed." Norb was as calm as ever, but there was a rare hint of seriousness in his eyes. "Six years ago, I followed him to carry out surveillance until we entered Eternal Star City."
Gomez nodded in satisfaction. He extended his short index finger and tapped Lasalle's name heavily. That imposing manner made him look like a suzerain stamping his personal seal.
Gomez said eerily in the cold wind, "Hmm.
This former Baron may not be eye-catching, but he is the most important. His status is the most special, and he is the key that connects everything. His Lordship has instructed us to find out his relationship with the Secret Room. Perhaps we can even get rid of the Secret Room's spy. Hmm, not bad. As for appetizer, the quantity is small, the quality is good, and the taste is exquisite. "
Norb nodded expressionlessly.
Gomez blew on the paper in his hand and shifted his gaze to the next person.
"Then, the highly anticipated main course."
Gomez's eyes lit up again. "Wow, guess what we have?
A whole pot of Shadow Shield assassins. Full of sincerity! "
He was in high spirits.
Just like before, Norb spoke slowly in response to Gomez's gaze.
"Coase, family name inauspicious, former Northland vagabond, codename 'Stake'. Witness confirmed."
Norb said calmly, "He is the most valuable target.
He fits the description of the 'Shadow Catching Operation' six years ago. His Lordship pays a lot of attention to him, especially to find the spy he placed in the upper echelons of the Western Desert. "
Gomez let out a sinister laugh and clicked his tongue, as if he was tasting the best steak.
"This might be the biggest gathering of Shadow Shield since eighteen years ago. Phew, the meat is delicious, and the meat is of high quality. As long as it's cooked properly, it will definitely be the best in the world."
Norb did not comment. He just elegantly lifted his dusty dress.
"Next, side dish." Gomez continued to read his list with great interest.
"The middleman of the mercenary business, the rather famous owner of 'My Home' Tavern."
Norb frowned slightly.
"Tampa, the successor of 'Half-Mouth' Rooney more than ten years ago. Witness confirmed." The cross-dressing man seemed to be deep in thought. "He must have a lot of information and money in his hands."
Gomez's eyes darted around slightly.
"This guy has always been very slippery, and we won't be able to use it against him. But after this battle, we can rub him flat, round, and trample on him however we want … Hehehe, alright, this side dish is more or less a little greasy …"
Gomez shook his head in resignation and looked at the last line.
"Next is the final dessert."
This time, Gomez's expression became solemn.
"Blood Whistle, the famous war mercenary group."
Norb's expression also darkened.
"Disaster Swords. Witness confirmed."
"Their leader doesn't seem to appear often, I can't recognize him … but one of them stayed in the same cell with me for half a day before he went down. His companion called him Josef, and he seems to be a regular in the prison. I can't get any information out of him. The other one is Klein, who is stationed in Northland. The last one is suspected to be a fugitive from our kingdom for many years. He is the former vice flag bearer of the Royal Guards, Colin Samel."
When he heard this, Gomez's lips curled up.
"The surprise is always at the end, isn't it? Those enemies of the Tower of Eradication are suspected to have escaped after launching the attack on the Tower of Eradication. They are large enough to be on the battlefield. The lord is very interested in what they obtained after they broke into the Tower of Eradication, and he is also very curious about why they entered the Prison of Bones. Tsk, tsk. It lingers on the tip of my tongue, and the aftertaste is endless. As a dessert, it's a perfect ending. "
He narrowed his eyes slightly and licked his lips, as if he was really enjoying the taste of the dessert.
Norb looked at him and still did not say a word.
Gomez rubbed his plump hands and put away the paper with an excited expression. He looked like a man who had just returned home after a busy day.
"So, this is the menu for today. All of them are here … That sissy's people should be almost here as well. When are we going to take action, pull in the net, and eat?"
He looked at Norb, who was dressed as a woman, with hope in his eyes. He tried his best not to look at the latter's dress, which was fluttering in the wind, and the scenery that could be vaguely seen under the dress.
"No."
But Norb only shook his head firmly. "We are not going to take action."
Gomez's smile froze.
"Say that again?" The plump man seemed to be in disbelief.
"The prince is still inside," Norb said bluntly. "We cannot take action."
"So what? It's just a prince …" The plump man was very displeased at first, until he understood what Norb said.
Gomez's expression changed.
"The prince?
Wait, you mean the heir of the kingdom who came back from Northland? "
Norb did not say a word. He only nodded slightly.
Gomez's lips opened and closed, and he twitched soundlessly. "The decoy and fake bait for our operation this time … That troublemaker who ruined countless of our plans, Your Highness?"
Norb nodded.
Gamus looked as if he had seen something unclean. He raised his chubby, stubby hands and covered his mouth in horror.
"I … You … This … Can't … That's the Prison of Bones! H-how did he … How did he get involved? Was he caught for prostitution? Or did he sell his ass like you? "The plump man stared at Norb in shock. He even forgot about the latter's clothes and dignified appearance.
"I wish I knew." Norb shook his head.
"But that's what Nameless told me."
The plump man looked like he wanted to argue. The words were at the tip of his tongue, but he could not say them.
In the end, he could only slap his own face.
"I'm really f * cking … Do you know what this looks like?
It's like when the appetizers, main dishes, side dishes, and desserts are all served, and the guests are wiping their mouths and drinking wine while nodding in satisfaction. Then, the child prodigy prince suddenly jumps out with a big plate of prawns with pungent sauce and smelly sauce. He says, 'Surprise! Hey, there's still one more dish. Haha! Pinch your nose and eat it, idiot! "
Fatty Gomez waved his arms and legs as he cursed in a vivid and hateful manner.
"What a genius! He, he, he, he practically ruined the entire table of dishes!
And the most coincidental thing is that we are that idiot! "
Gomez looked like he was about to break down.
But Norb was unmoved. He only shook his head and said in a low voice, "The situation inside is unclear.
Acting rashly will only be a meaningless risk. Nameless is the only person who can act. We must wait. "
Gomez finally calmed down. He gritted his teeth and said,
"What's going on down there?"
"I didn't ask much, but Nameless, you know …" Norb lowered his head cautiously.
"He doesn't talk much either."
"That's great. Missions related to the Nameless are always thrilling and exciting." Gamus was full of sarcasm. "And we can't do anything now until that troublemaking prince is obediently rescued by the Nameless?"
Norb tugged at the hem of his dress and nodded quietly.
Gomez spat on the ground. "It's hard to imagine that our menu now depends on that arrogant Nameless who's like a lunatic."
Norb furrowed his eyebrows.
"Be careful with your words."
"That Nameless …"
The crossdressing man said softly, "He's not from the department, but he's been able to act with us more than once. He's even able to grasp the key points of the situation so that we have to cooperate with him. Do you know what this means?"
Norb pointed coldly upwards.
Gomez's expression froze.
He ground his teeth and said, "Damn nepotism?"
Norb did not speak.
With a pained expression, the fat man exhaled a patriotic sigh about the darkness of the bureaucracy and the muddle-headed royal family.
"Alright, then we'll wait here. That cold-blooded sissy will definitely not be happy."
Norb shook his head. "That's not our problem anymore."
Amidst the sound of the wind and sand, the two of them waited in the alley beside the Prison of Bones for a while.
"Speaking of which, Norb." Perhaps he was tired of the silence, or perhaps he could not stand the cold, Gomez picked his ears and said, "Never mind about Nameless.
"Nevermind about the Nameless One. He's always been mysterious and doesn't fight for it. But …"
The fat man cast a cautious glance at Norb.
"Are you really resigned to this?"
Norb furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
"You know, in terms of ability and achievements in the Western Desert, whether it's the Bloody Year or the Desert War, you're the most suitable person to be the lord's successor …"
The fat man shrunk his neck and said in a seemingly meaningful manner, "But ten years ago, when that Barren Bone kid came, the lord groomed him as his successor …"
Norb suddenly turned his head!
This time, the cross-dressing him no longer had an enchanting expression or a deliberate weakness. Instead, a pair of fierce eyes shot out a fierce and cold warning!
It made the fat man subconsciously shudder.
"Gomez."
Norb enunciated each word clearly.
"Do you know who dies the fastest in the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department?"
Gomez felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he replied hesitantly,
"Uh, someone who talks too much?"
Norb smiled coldly.
"No." The crossdressing colleague gritted his teeth like a wild beast about to kill. "It's someone who thinks too much …"
The fat man's expression froze slightly, and he shut his mouth resentfully.
The atmosphere became very tense.
Until Norb added the last sentence with a chuckle.
"… and the fat man."
Gomez's expression froze.
He looked at his slightly plump body, then shrugged in embarrassment, waved his hand, and said, "Forget it …
"You're the boss … As long as you're happy."
The two of them returned to their previous silence. They quietly stared at the dark horizon of the desert.
After a while …
"I say, Norb … That …"
Norb turned his head around impatiently.
The fat man's face was slightly red, and his expression was bashful. He coughed faintly.
"Will you … always wear female clothes in the future?"
— — — —
No one in the last level of Black Prison knew how all of this happened.
Including Samel.
In that fraction of a second, the former flag bearer of the Royal Guards only saw a flash of darkness under the light of the fire. It gradually appeared in front of Ricky.
It was as if the air had instantly turned into a piece of paper stained with ink, and the painter's creation was revealed.
But this flash of darkness did not reveal a beautiful scene, much less a still life.
It was a blade.
Samel really wanted to warn Ricky.
'Assassin.
Assassin! '
But he realized that when he recognized the shape of a blade, the murder weapon that appeared out of nowhere had already pierced Ricky's throat diagonally. It tore through his cartilage, lower jaw, tongue, cerebellum, and came out from the back of his skull mercilessly.
Even the fastest brain could not keep up with the shocking change at that moment.
* Splat! * The sound of metal piercing flesh rang out.
The leader of the Disaster Swords only managed to let out a grunt before his entire body trembled!
Ricky widened his eyes in disbelief as he stared at the figure that appeared along with the blade. It was an assassin who stood face to face with him. His movements were indifferent, and he only thrust the blade forward with one hand.
But it was already too late for him to reverse the situation. Under the piercing of the blade, the Disaster Swords Crassus could only hear the gurgling sounds of blood coming from his mouth and his limbs trembling uncontrollably.
It was as if he had lost his mind and was unaware of anything.
The assassin nimbly pulled back the dark blade and shook off the blood on it.
* Thud! *
Ricky fell to his knees and his upper body fell to the ground.
He convulsed and lost his life in a pool of blood that gushed out from his neck.
His eyes were still open, and he could not close them even if he died.
'Impossible.'
This was the next thought in Samel's mind, which was almost completely blank.
'A person as powerful as Ricky …
'Shadow Shield's trick …
'How could it …
'How could it work?'
In the next moment, the assassin's figure disappeared again, like a piece of paper that was stained with water drying up in an instant.
It was also in a fraction of a second that Samel instinctively drew his sword. At the same time, he was prepared to shout!
* Whoosh! *
But aside from the sound of metal rubbing against leather, another attack came from the darkness, bringing with it the sound of a strong gust of wind!
The former flag bearer executed a perfect sword style. With a backhand slash, he deflected the flying hidden weapon.
* Thud! *
It was only then that Samel saw clearly that it was a torch that had been extinguished for a long time.
In that direction, Thales, who was still in the position of throwing the torch, stared at him coldly.
But what surprised Samel the most and made him pale with fright was that not only was the torch thrown by the prince at a tricky angle, it also had a strange spinning force that made the longsword in his hand tremble slightly!
'Impossible.'
In that fraction of a second, Samel stared at the indifferent Thales in a daze.
'Why?'
Even though he was not skilled enough, lacked strength, and his method was not very orthodox …
'But he's right.
'That method.'
He had met it before.
'Eighteen years ago.
'On that day!'
Samel could not believe it.
'Why.
'Why did the prince of Constellation …
'He actually used the infamous Assassin's Flower, and the knife throwing technique unique to the Charleton Family!
'Assassination Knife!'
Samel's absent-minded state only lasted for a fraction of a second.
But that was enough.
In the blink of an eye, the dangerous ink that once took Ricky's life appeared behind the former flag bearer again!
His murderous aura was so strong that it made Samel's hair stand on end!
'Sh * t.'
Before he fell to the ground and lost his senses, the flag bearer heard the prince's slightly anxious shout.
"Keep him alive!"
* Thud. *
With a dull thud, Samel fainted and fell to the ground.
* Clang. *
His torch and longsword fell to the ground at the same time.
Not far away from him, Ricky's corpse lay motionless in a pool of blood. He no longer breathed.
"Phew."
Thales took a deep breath. His nerves, which had been tense for a long time, finally relaxed completely.
The Sin of Hell's River in his arms, waist, and calves gradually faded away. The soreness he felt after imitating Jala's posture of throwing the knife suddenly surged into his body.
He was so tired that he sat down on his butt.
"Phew."
Thales gasped for air, but a smile appeared on his face.
'These Disaster Swords.
'Damn mercenaries.
'So what if they have more people?!'
The prince criticized in his heart.
'After waiting for so long, I finally got the chance to be alone!'
A truly powerful person planned everything. They did not care about winning or losing in a moment, did not care about strength, and did not care about honor or disgrace in a moment.
'The one who laughs last is the winner!'
* Whoosh! *
Thales roared madly in his heart for a few seconds as he stared at Ricky and Samel on the ground. Then, he wiped off the sweat on his forehead and smiled foolishly.
Rustling sounds rose behind him. It seemed that even Zakriel, who was behind the fence, was secretly moved by this swift and decisive kill.
But Thales had no time to care about him.
He raised his head and looked at the dark figure in front of Samel.
Thales sat on the ground and panted. He massaged his sore right arm and watched the figure's back. For a moment, all sorts of feelings welled up in his heart, and he could not put them into words.
"You're just … You're just going to stand there?"
The prince asked.
The figure froze for a moment.
Finally, the figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch Samel left behind, and turned around.
He walked towards Thales step by step.
His footsteps were light.
As if nothing had happened.
Thales quietly watched the figure's appearance under the light of the torch.
'It's still the same.
'The same figure.
'The same attire.
'The same weapon.
'The same … strange.'
The figure stood in front of Thales and seemed to be sizing him up carefully.
Thales did not say a word and let him size him up.
A few seconds later, the figure spoke in a muffled, hoarse, and deep voice.
"It's been a long time, Your Highness.
You've grown up quite a bit. "
Thales clenched his fists, and his heart trembled slightly.
When he heard the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, a sense of familiarity and peace of mind that he had not felt for a long time rose in his heart.
It chased away every inch of fear and nervousness in his heart.
It was as if from this moment onwards, the outcome had been decided.
Thales averted his gaze. He first took a deep breath, then snorted through his nose and shrugged.
"That's it. Nothing else to say?"
The torch in Black Prison flickered slightly.
The figure in front of him was silent. He did not say a word.
Thales was silent as well. With complicated emotions, he looked at the familiar dark purple mask on the figure's face, the faintly discernible mechanism behind the lens, and the short sword with a dark luster in his hand. The scene of their first meeting appeared in his mind.
The silence did not last long.
In the next second, the strange person in front of him put away the short sword and took a solemn step back. He placed his right hand on his chest, shook his left hand, and knelt down on one knee.
It was just like their first meeting in Red Street Market.
"Yodel Cato." The strange person's tone was respectful and solemn, but there were slight fluctuations in it.
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