Yodel, Gilbert, and Jines, who kept looking back worriedly, walked out of the banquet hall with different footsteps and different moods.
Under the Everlasting Lamps in the hall, only Thales, who sat in the main seat, and Morat, who stood far behind the banquet table, were left.
Silence.
But nervousness.
Thales pretended to relax his shoulders and put on a smile that he often used when he was a beggar.
But he still felt that the black-clothed old man's devouring gaze was still firmly fixed on him.
Thales felt the strange atmosphere in front of him. Doubts kept popping up in his heart while his mind grasped the only information he had.
The head of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department.
The head of intelligence.
The Black Prophet.
The Viper.
He knew about my previous identity as a beggar.
And Red Street Market and … the Mystic.
"I'll cut to the chase, child." Morat seemed to have lost his patience. He abandoned his former tenderness and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I just want to know about the night you escaped from Red Street Market.
"When you met the Air Mystic, everything he said to you."
'How did he know that Asda talked to me?
Did Yodel betray me? '
Thales' brain worked frantically. But this time, there were too many variables and information to process.
What did Yodel say to him? How much did he say? What did Morat know?
About Asda, about Blood Bottle Gang, about … my mystic energy 'going out of control'?
But no matter what, Thales was certain in his perturbed heart: I must ensure my own safety first.
Ever since that night when Quide came to the sixth house to look for his hidden copper, he, the beggar Thales, or the would-be heir Thales, seemed to have gotten used to drifting alone in a precarious and involuntary fate, trying his best to survive.
"What?" Thales' face showed just the right amount of doubt. Then, he came to a sudden realization and said, "Oh, the Mystic! Are you talking about the legendary bosses of Blood Bottle Gang? "
Morat narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was doubtful and hesitant.
Thales pretended to recall and scratched his head. "That night, I remember everything was so chaotic, everywhere … Blood Bottle Gang's boss' words …"
But things did not go as he expected.
"Child!"
He was interrupted.
Morat leaned on his walking stick expressionlessly, and his voice reached Thales' ears.
"You have a talent for lying and acting. Morat widened his eyes abruptly. His pitch-black pupils shot into Thales' eyes, sending chills down one's spine. "Your old friend, Asda Sakern!" Morat's eyes widened abruptly.
Thales was shocked.
"I'll say it again."
"Before Yodel appeared and sealed him, what did Asda tell you?"
Morat's eyes burned as he waited for his answer.
Thales, who was interrupted, stopped abruptly and lowered his head.
What does he know?
He knows I met Asda? Or could it be that he had seen through me?
'Either way …' The boy's heart was pounding. 'It's not good.
'This old man …' Thales tried his best to calm down. 'He's probably the most difficult person I've ever faced.
'But since he asked, he probably doesn't know what Asda told me.' Thales gritted his teeth and thought.
Especially when Asda and I are the same kind.
But Morat's next words shattered his thoughts once again.
"Let me remind you again, child." Morat laughed in an unpleasant manner.
"Asda, you found a newborn Mystic, right?"
At that moment, Thales felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
'Yodel,' the boy thought anxiously. 'What did Yodel tell me?'
'Why is he so sure?'
"Hehe." Morat laughed strangely.
"There is a reason why people fear me." The old man in black approached Thales step by step with his walking stick.
At that moment, Thales even had the desire to escape.
"I am a Psionic. Even though I do not like this Psionic, it has indeed helped me a lot."
A bad feeling flashed through Thales' mind.
"Regarding the Air Mystic, there is no need for you to lie anymore.
"I can see it clearly in your mind — Asda, ah, that handsome gigolo in blue. God, he is still so young!"
Morat's words hit Thales' chest like a heavy hammer!
However, the intrigued Morat was not done yet. His words chilled Thales' heart more with each sentence he uttered.
"What is that in Asda's hand? A blue ball?
"Look at those three meatballs. Does he still like to play with squeezing human flesh?
"Hmm, why is it so dark around us? Where are you guys? "
Morat's face was full of interest, as if he was casually flipping through an interesting travel book.
Thales, whose mind was blank, began to tremble uncontrollably.
'Blue?
Gigolo?
Blue ball?
Squeezing human flesh?
Pitch-Black?
How did he know? How did he know? '
Thales even felt that his breathing was about to stop.
Morat seemed very tired. He lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Ah, this ability is really strenuous to use. I can't use it often."
He then raised his head and grinned, revealing an ugly, wrinkled smile. He looked at the stunned Thales.
"This is why others call me the 'Black Prophet'."
Thales was so shocked that he was speechless.
Morat gently opened his lips and spat out the most poisonous words to a transmigrator.
"Yes, child.
"I can read people's minds."
At this moment, Thales truly felt that he was about to face a great catastrophe.
—
"What do we do now?" Standing in the corridor on the second floor, the first-grade female official, Jines looked at the two men in front of her with an unpleasant expression. "Both of you know Morat's capabilities and abilities. He will use secrets, information, scandals, and anything else you can think of to control anyone he wants to control." Jines' expression was unpleasant.
Jines paced a few steps and said hatefully, "You can rest assured and let that child … He is very smart, very mature, and has potential. But that is the Black Prophet!
"The omniscient 'Black Prophet'!
"I know what he is capable of," Gilbert said solemnly. "How do you think the 'Fortress Treaty' was signed without the help of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department?"
"Then why did you let him go? Kessel, that bastard, what was he thinking?!" Jines was so angry that she slammed her palm on the railing on the second floor. The huge force caused a dent to appear on the fir wood railing.
At this moment, Gilbert furrowed his brows and suddenly turned around.
Jines, who felt that something was wrong, also turned around in puzzlement.
Other than the motionless guards, there were only the two of them in the spacious corridor.
At some point in time, Yodel had disappeared.
'Again.'
At the same time.
At the Northern City Gate of Eternal Star City, the guards and the city defense team had finished their sentry duty for the day. They were preparing to pull down the huge sluice gate and close the magnificent inkstone city gate.
'It's another peaceful day …' The captain of the last shift of the city defense team thought. He waved his hand and prepared to take his shift.
However, the sharp eyes of the soldiers on sentry duty on the city gate saw a few figures on horses galloping towards the capital from afar.
Behind them was a white flag.
"Wait! Don't close the city gate yet! "The sentry shouted at his colleagues at the gate with a loud and clear voice," There are fast horses! They should be messengers! "
The captain climbed up the city gate in puzzlement and looked at the group of cavaliers in the distance.
Only when the other party approached did the captain see, to his surprise, that the other party was holding a white eagle flag.
'White Eagle?
The sentry duty five miles away did not stop them, so they should be important messengers. But … '
The captain took a step forward with a solemn expression.
He shouted, "The capital is in front! Slow down immediately!
"City defense team, form an interception formation!"
Below the city gate, dozens of soldiers from the city defense team immediately shouted. They unsheathed their swords, formed a wall with their shields, and blocked the city gate. They formed a formation in the direction of the cavaliers!
"Cavaliers, slow down immediately! Report your identities and affairs! "The captain shouted towards the outside of the city.
The knight raised his head, but he didn't slow down at all. He raised a scroll and shouted anxiously, "I'm here!"
He raised a scroll and shouted anxiously, "An urgent letter from the master of Cold Castle, Guardian Duke of the Northern Territory, Val Arunde!
"Emergency Level: Level Seven!
"Present it to His Majesty!
"No one is to stop him!
"The duke will be here soon!
"This is Sir's order!"
As he spoke, the knight raised his hand, and the scroll with the stone tied to it flew up to the city gate in an inconceivable manner. It was caught firmly in the hand of the captain who possessed the strength of a supra class.
'He's a master, no wonder he's a knight from the Northern Region,' the captain thought to himself as he felt the strength in his hand.
But when the captain took off the seal and scanned it, he nodded after seeing the signature and imprint on it.
The captain took two or three steps to the edge of the city gate and shouted to the troops below,
"Everyone, spread out! Let them through immediately! "
"Thank you so much!" The knights under the city gate rushed past the soldiers who made way for them. Under the astonished gazes of the passersby, they whipped their mounts with all their might and galloped towards the center of the capital.
"Speed up! Speed up! Speed up! "The leading knight had a crazed look on his face as he urged the whole team to speed up without any hesitation!
The captain looked at the departing knight with a grim expression. "Don't close the door yet. If what he said is true, we still have a Guardian Duke of the North to welcome."
Emergency level, level seven?
'Since I took office, the most urgent report and letter I've ever received was the military report of His Majesty leading the allied army and defeating the Barren Bone people and orcs, right? 'I remember that was level six?
'What's going on?'
He was extremely puzzled.
The captain hesitated for a moment, but he still turned his head and asked his colleagues behind him.
"When was the last time there was a level seven emergency report?"
The members of the city defense team looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
"Do we have a level seven emergency?" a young soldier even scratched his head and asked.
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes, level seven."
A heavy voice was heard. The soldiers turned their heads and looked at the veteran furthest inside.
The veteran's face was ashen, as if he was recalling some terrifying past.
"Last time …"
His lips were pale as he muttered,
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