Thales furrowed his eyebrows and stared at Barney Junior. After a while, he nodded.
Nalgi looked at Thales, then at the vanguard. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he did not.
"Um, about your question just now." Thales coughed softly amidst the indescribable awkwardness.
"The person who taught me the sword was … Jines Bajkovic."
"The king's lover."
At that moment, Barney Junior's expression changed drastically!
Thales noticed it.
"Hey, isn't it that b * stard from Western City Police Station …" Nalgi slapped his head. His eyes lit up, and he blurted out.
But when he saw Barney Junior's expression, he shuddered and immediately changed his words.
"Cough, cough, cough. Oh, oh, oh, so it's the famous, talented, and good-looking Police Officer of Limited Time!"
Nalgi suddenly became serious.
Thales was puzzled when he saw their expressions.
They …
Nalgi tugged at the collar that did not exist.
"Ah, erm, nothing, Your Highness. I was thinking, Vanguard Barney, what he meant just now was … Erm, even if it's the same set of swordsmanship, there are different styles, different understandings, and different habits. This is very normal!"
Nalgi patted his chest in a magnanimous manner. He ignored Barney's increasingly unpleasant expression and spoke to himself.
"Even if it's the Northland Military Sword Style, we cannot be satisfied with a single style. We must be good at discovering the advantages and continuously innovate. Even if the new style does not seem to be very effective for the time being, it is still valuable. For example, Madam Jines' attempt to strengthen our defense is very inspiring … Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!"
But before he could finish, Barney Junior grabbed his ear with an unpleasant expression and dragged him back to the battlefield.
"Brother? Quill? Barney Junior? Vanguard Barney, Your Excellency Vanguard, Sir Commander, listen to me … "
"Cut the crap and get to work!" Barney Junior said angrily.
Thales was left alone to stare at their backs in a daze.
As the cries for murder grew fewer and fewer, Quick Rope walked forward slowly. He stared at the prisoners of the Royal Guards with a complicated expression.
"They're very powerful." Quick Rope's words brought Thales back to reality.
"They aren't any weaker than the White Blade Guards."
Thales took a deep breath and pulled his thoughts back to the important matter at hand.
He stared at the Disaster Swords, who were forced to retreat in defeat. He nodded.
"Yes."
"Have you thought it through?"
Quick Rope sighed.
"What should we tell them?"
Thales shook his head.
He knew what Quick Rope wanted to ask.
But he did not know the answer.
Quick Rope was silent for a while before he laughed.
"Really?"
Quick Rope sneered.
"If I had known this would happen …"
"Why couldn't you hide just now? Why did you have to jump out yourself?"
Thales was silent for a moment.
He snorted and shook the key in his hand.
"Then your method is very brilliant? Distract the pursuers and then die in their hands? "
Quick Rope was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to be puzzled.
"Died in …"
"Who said I'm going to die in —"
The next second, he raised his hands and looked at Thales in disbelief.
"Wait, do you really think that I'm going to sacrifice myself … to protect you?"
Thales felt like he was about to choke.
What?
"But you're clearly unafraid of death and ready to fight to the end …"
Quick Rope frowned.
"Treating death as nothing — have you read too many knight novels?"
Thales opened his mouth and stared at him in a daze.
Huh?
"Oh, it's a big misunderstanding!"
Quick Rope understood something. He blinked and raised the corners of his lips in surprise. "I was signaling Dean with my eyes, asking him to cooperate and knock me out!"
Thales was stunned.
'Signaling?
Cooperate? '
"So …" he asked tentatively.
Quick Rope pointed at Dean, who was in the crowd in the distance. He did not know whether to laugh or cry, and he had a look that said, "Are you stupid?"
"That's right, I got in touch with Dean and prepared to put on a show … until you jumped out."
Thales stared at him in a daze.
'What … What did he say?'
Thales stared into the distance in a daze and met Dean's gaze, who was staring at him with hatred and gritted teeth.
'You.
You! '
Dean's expression was fierce.
At that moment, Thales, who had been a little touched, understood what was going on, and he froze on the spot.
Quick Rope shrugged with an innocent look on his face.
As he stared at Quick Rope, who was completely unaware, the prince felt a little embarrassed.
'Sh * t.
I think …
'Did I do something unnecessary again?'
Thales averted his gaze awkwardly, and a faint sense of shame surged in his heart.
He tried hard to cast aside his shameful anger and thought seriously, 'Speaking of which, there is another very important thing.
I wonder what the weather is like today … '
But at that moment …
"Hey." Quick Rope snorted softly and turned his head.
"Still, thank you.
Even though I won't die … I won't be happy if I fall into the hands of the Secret Room. "
Thales exhaled deeply. He could not hide his embarrassment.
"Is that so?"
'Yes, it seems like it's a sunny day today …'
Quick Rope sighed softly. His eyes sparkled, and countless emotions surged in his eyes.
"Maybe we were wrong."
Thales raised his eyebrows slightly and snapped out of his daze.
"Hmm?"
Quick Rope crossed his arms and looked at him quietly. He said softly, "I was thinking about the myths about the calamities from King Raikaru and the others …
"Maybe they were wrong."
Thales was stunned.
He turned around and stared at Quick Rope blankly.
Quick Rope watched the fight in front of him and shook his head.
"Last night, you didn't attack Dean without hesitation, and you didn't attack me either."
Thales' heart tensed.
"You racked your brains just to save someone you don't even know, like Marina, from Stake's hands."
Quick Rope sighed deeply.
"What kind of cruel, bloodthirsty, crazy, and evil existence …
Would do such a thing? "
Thales fell silent.
He suddenly remembered that night in Dragon Clouds City, and that night with Asda and Giza.
He remembered the feeling that he was no longer himself when he evolved uncontrollably and knocked on the Door.
He remembered the calm and rational self he had when he lost control.
"But —"
But before he could finish, Quick Rope interrupted him again.
"If you ask me what my greatest growth over the years is, Thales …"
Quick Rope tapped his forehead, and he seemed to be sentimental.
"That is to understand the world through my own eyes, not my ears."
Thales fell silent.
"That's it?"
Quick Rope raised his eyebrows.
"That's it."
He raised the Crossbow of Time in his hand and scrutinized it for a few seconds before he slowly put it down.
Quick Rope sighed softly.
"To hell with the myths.
To hell with the calamities. "
Quick Rope raised his arm and punched Thales in the chest!
* Bang! *
Thales felt a tightness in his chest, and he bent over in pain.
"You are Thales, and I am Quick Rope. I saved your life once, and you also saved me once."
Quick Rope smiled stiffly.
"And now, we are even."
He laughed out loud as he looked at the disheveled Thales.
Thales, who had difficulty breathing, finally managed to catch his breath.
He raised his head in pain and looked at Quick Rope, gritting his teeth.
'Even, my foot!
Stake killed me once, and just now, he did it again. 'I saved you twice, and it's two to one. You still owe me one!
'Who taught this guy how to count?
Nicholas? '
Quick Rope's expression instantly turned cold. He put his arm around Thales' shoulders, gritted his teeth, and whispered, "By the way, stay away from her.
Stay away from her!
I'm serious! "
Thales' face froze.
At this moment …
"Hey, you two, are you done with your mushy words of love?"
Thales and Quick Rope were shocked, and they subconsciously looked up.
The battlefield had long since quieted down. The seven prisoners seemed to have easily wiped out more than ten Disaster Swords in the mess on the ground.
Their gazes were filled with curiosity as they stared at Thales and Roland.
Thales and Quick Rope subconsciously let go of each other and smiled at the same time.
Only then did the prisoners return to normal. They cleaned up the battlefield with different expressions on their faces.
Canon was still hiding in the corner and shivering. He talked to himself from time to time.
Beldin, on the other hand, did not say anything. He just quietly wiped his weapon with a cold expression.
But the others were not so quiet.
"Don't move, Bruley, or else I can't bandage your wound … Hey, I said don't move, I didn't touch that area! Even if I did, I didn't do it on purpose! " This was Nalgi, who was bandaging the wound on his butt for the grimacing Bruley, but the two of them looked like they were engaged in a fierce brawl.
"Come here, come here. Distribute the supplies and weapons, or do you really want to fight in your underwear?" The Second Logistics Officer, Naer, rummaged through the corpses on the ground. He dutifully threw the weapons and equipment that fit him and his hands to his companions while he said hatefully,
"They're not that good, but their equipment is pretty good … Hey, Tardin, why did you eat them? Don't you know that you have to hand over the seized items?!"
"This is great!"
Tardin sat on the ground in a daze. He grabbed an enemy's waterskin and tore at the dry food he found somewhere. He laughed madly.
"We're out, we're out! We don't have to f * ck the wall anymore! "
As the person with the highest status, Vanguard Barney Junior had his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at Thales with a frown, as if he was thinking about what to do next.
In this strange and chaotic atmosphere, Thales and Quick Rope looked at each other and saw the wariness in each other's eyes.
'This group of former Royal Guards killed people the moment they got out of prison. By the looks of it, they are as dangerous as the former members of the Royal Guards …
'Are they reliable?
Most importantly … what's the next step? '
"What did you say when you let them out?"
Thales avoided Barney Junior's gaze, lowered his head, and quietly bit Quick Rope's ear.
"What else could I say?" Quick Rope's face was filled with anxiety.
He whispered, "Of course the attendant, Wya Caso, asked them for help for the prince who was in danger …
"By the way, that crazy laughing man even tiptoed and touched my head. He said, 'Wow, Wya, you're so tall now. How are your parents?' So I could only chuckle …"
Thales did not finish listening to the second half of his sentence.
Because in the next second, all the Royal Guards in the area fell silent, as if a cold wave had suddenly swept over them!
Canon no longer trembled. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth. Tardin spat out the dry food in his mouth and touched the swords beside him.
Bruley let out an uneasy growl. Nalgi threw away the bandage in his hand.
Naer coldly distributed the last piece of leather armor to Beldin. The latter narrowed his eyes and exuded a murderous aura.
Barney Junior's expression did not change. He gently picked up a torch from the ground.
All of them stopped what they were doing and stood up in tacit agreement. Their gazes were solemn as they faced one direction.
It was the stone steps.
The stone steps in Black Prison.
* Thud, thud, thud. *
The sound of heavy footsteps rose slowly.
Every step felt like they were stepping on people's hearts.
* Thud, thud, thud. *
Finally, a figure they had not seen for a long time appeared at the top of the stairs.
He entered the area illuminated by the fire.
When they saw the person clearly, Thales and Quick Rope looked at each other and sucked in a sharp breath in their hearts.
The breathing of the former Royal Guards quickened in unison.
The person carried a heavy object and stood in front of the fire. He faced the crowd.
There was silence.
The person slowly turned his gaze and swept his gaze over the unkempt group in front of him. He spoke softly.
"Chief Vanguard, Barney.
"Chief Penal Officer, Beldin.
"Second Logistics Officer, Naer."
No matter how many years had passed and how many changes he had gone through, he could still recognize everyone as if they were his family treasures. It was as if he was examining a weapon that belonged solely to him.
Barney's face was tense, Beldin's expression was complicated, and Naer's was filled with hostility.
"Canon, Tardin, Bruley … Oh, and you, Nalgi the Idler?"
The person called out the names one by one. His tone was calm, but there was an oppressive force that made people hold their breaths for no apparent reason.
Thales swore that he heard it clearly.
Nalgi subconsciously gulped.
It was very strange. The prisoners of the Royal Guards did not speak at that moment.
They only watched the person nervously.
It was as if they were animals who had seen their natural enemy.
The person smiled and threw the heavy object on his shoulder to the ground.
* Thud! *
Thales and Quick Rope's pupils shrank!
It was a corpse.
The real leader of Dante's Greatsword, the hidden spy of the Secret Room, the mercenary Dean, was lying on the ground, covered in blood.
Under the light of the fire, his lifeless eyes were wide open, and his non-breathing mouth and nose were open. He stared at the empty ceiling.
He did not move.
His face was filled with the shock of death.
"All of you missed one."
The person grinned and shook his head, revealing the brand of sin on his forehead.
He extended his hand and gestured at the corpse on the ground.
"You're welcome."
His tone was gentle.
It was like the most ordinary greeting.
Everyone frowned.
"And then …"
The former Watchman of the Royal Guards, Knight of Judgment Zakriel revealed a gentle smile. His gaze pierced through the crowd and went straight to Thales, whose mind was in turmoil.
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