'Sh * t.
King Kessel and Lord Hansen …
'The Secret Intelligence Department?'
Thales subconsciously clenched his fists and glanced at the Royal Guards, who were getting smaller and smaller.
Perhaps it was because the king's name was shocking, or the Secret Intelligence Department's reputation was terrifying, but as the knight's voice spread, the hundreds of cavaliers under Roman's command, from the Sentinels at the periphery to the Awaitings inside, instantly burst into an uproar.
The two members of the Secret Intelligence Department were getting closer.
No, it was not just two people. Behind them, there were more than a dozen cavaliers charging over.
Once Thales registered what was going on, he turned to Roman with a pale face.
"Hey, Young White … I mean, Williams!"
He shouted loudly, and his tone was full of anxiety.
"Maybe I can use my identity to delay —"
But Roman's reaction was faster than his!
"What are you panicking for?!"
The Legendary Wing rode on his white horse. His earrings swayed in the wind, and he looked very heroic.
He urged his hooves forward while he roared at his subordinates around him to suppress their uneasiness.
"Do what you have to do!"
Roman approached slowly and cast Thales a glance.
Thales was shocked. At that moment, the Legendary Wing exuded an ominous emotion. His expression was dark, as if lightning was about to strike.
"You too."
He said coldly from his white horse.
The teenager nodded instinctively.
Roman then raised his head and looked at the dozen cavaliers who were getting closer.
More than ten seconds later, the dozen members of the Secret Intelligence Department finally arrived in front of Thales and got off their horses in a familiar manner.
The person in the lead with the scroll in his hand looked slightly plump. From afar, he looked rather cheerful. He wore thin clothes and a headscarf commonly seen in Western Desert, and he panted.
The second person who followed him had a burning gaze. His face was tough, and his movements on the horse were calm. But for some reason, Thales felt that his upper lip and the left side of his jaw were slightly red, as if he had been stained with some sort of lipstick.
The cavaliers behind them all looked different, but they all wore different clothes: merchants, mercenaries, farmers, and herdsmen. They were all different.
'This is …
The Secret Intelligence Department? '
Thales was on guard.
The slightly plump man took the lead. He stepped on the sand laboriously, trying to lift the scroll in his hand higher.
"This is Lord Hansen's warrant of appointment. It also has His Majesty's confirmation signature …"
His Western Desert accent was very strong. The calm and robust man behind him carefully sized up the teenager behind the Legendary Wing.
Thales stared at the warrant that was said to be from the Black Prophet with a headache. He hoped that the former Royal Guards could run faster.
After all, be it them or Quick Rope, they were not existences who were suitable to appear in the eyes of the Secret Intelligence Department.
As for this place …
Hopefully, the gigolo and him could drag it out a little longer.
Roman snorted lightly. He nimbly and elegantly got off the saddle and casually took the scroll from the fat man's hand.
"So, who the f * ck are you?"
Compared to his handsome appearance, Roman's tone was cold and his words were crude.
He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
The robust man and the slightly plump man were stunned at the same time. The people from the Secret Intelligence Department behind them also had different expressions.
"Williams …"
The chubby man seemed to be suppressing his impatience. After he said his name, he remembered something and added his title.
"Baron, my lord."
Roman squinted at him.
"I am one of the people from the Secret Intelligence Department stationed in the Western Desert. You can call me Gomez."
The slightly plump Gomez adjusted his breathing, gritted his teeth, and gestured to the robust man behind him.
"We met a few times when we were arranging this operation. Perhaps you don't remember, and this is my superior …"
However, Roman's next move stunned everyone, including Thales.
The Legendary Wing calmly pulled open the warrant from the Secret Intelligence Department. He did not even look at it. Instead, he nonchalantly …
He tore it in half.
Gomez, his superior, and the dozen people from the Secret Intelligence Department frowned.
Thales arched an eyebrow and lowered his head slightly. He had a bad feeling about this.
"I know who you are."
The Legendary Wing's gaze was as cold as ice. In front of all the people from the Secret Intelligence Department, he nonchalantly continued to tear the scroll into even smaller shreds.
He said coldly, "What I mean is …
"Who the f * ck do you think you are?"
The expressions of the two leaders of the Secret Intelligence Department froze.
The Legendary Wing tore it four or five times in a row until the warrant from the Secret Intelligence Department was shredded into countless pieces. He sneered and threw it away.
"You came all the way here … to order me around?"
The shredded warrant scattered all over the place and returned to the ground along with the gravel.
'What the f * ck.'
Thales stared at the shredded paper on the ground. His emotions were complicated.
'Are they so arrogant?'
The Legendary Wing looked at the people from the Secret Intelligence Department in disdain. There was a dangerous look in his eyes.
The people from the Secret Intelligence Department stared at the shredded paper on the ground. Their gazes at Roman were filled with hostility.
"There's His Majesty's signature on it …"
Gomez's breathing quickened when he saw the other party's disrespectful behavior. He clenched his fists, and his face trembled in anger.
But just as Gomez was about to flare up, his superior pressed down on his shoulder from behind.
"I believe that this is Prince Thales?"
Thales' gaze flickered when his name was called.
The man with a tough face was half a head taller than Gomez. He had a machete that was commonly seen in the desert hanging from his waist. He pulled Gomez back a step, stepped forward, and bowed.
The people from the Secret Intelligence Department behind him, including Gomez, also bowed in unison.
"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Norb, the highest-ranking person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department in Western Desert."
Norb's voice was a little rough. Although it had a Western Desert accent, Thales could understand it very well. He could also tell from his words and habits that he seemed to be from Central Territory.
Thales sucked in a deep breath.
'Damn it.
'The Secret Intelligence Department. It's the Secret Intelligence Department again.
'And I'm the highest-ranking person in charge of Western Desert …'
"Uh, hello?"
Thales puffed out his chest and raised his head. He awkwardly tugged at some of the wounds on his body. He twisted the bruises on his face to a spot with his back to the light, and tried hard to maintain the dignity of a prince.
Norb, who looked much calmer than Gomez, raised his head and said respectfully, "Your Highness, welcome back.
"Your Highness, welcome back. It seems that my colleagues in the north have been very successful in their rescue operation."
His gaze was sharp.
"But for the sake of the kingdom, I still have a few small questions …"
'Small questions …
'Sh * t.
What will he ask?
'The group of escaped prisoners from the Prison of Bones behind the sand dune?'
But just as Thales was having a headache about how to deal with the people from the Secret Intelligence Department in front of him so that they would ignore the figures that were slowly leaving in the distance, Roman held him down.
"Boy, go to the back."
The Legendary Wing rudely cut off Norb's words.
"Let the lord speak."
This made the expressions of the two members of the Secret Intelligence Department change again.
In the past, Thales might have been displeased with Roman's tone, but this time, he was truly grateful that Roman's interruption saved him.
Thales put on a sickly expression that he had just escaped from after a great deal of trouble, and he took a few steps back like a donkey going down a slope.
He made Roman face Norb of the Secret Intelligence Department.
Norb's expression was a little unpleasant, but he still bowed politely.
"Sir Williams, thank you for taking the trouble to bring the prince back. You have once again done a meritorious deed for the kingdom."
Unfortunately, his politeness had probably hit a wall.
"If you have something to say, just say it," the Legendary Wing snorted softly.
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Norb's expression froze.
Behind him, Gomez was so angry that he furrowed his eyebrows.
But at that moment, Gomez's expression changed drastically, perhaps because he saw the backs of the Royal Guards or the Disaster Swords leaving. He pointed at a group of people who were retreating on foot in the distance.
He ordered the people behind him, "No, Norb, those people are leaving!
"Go and stop them first —"
The members of the Secret Intelligence Department were obviously well-trained. Without waiting for Gomez to finish speaking, they pulled the reins and mounted their horses, ready to stop the people who were leaving into the distance.
Thales was shocked.
'Damn it!
'It doesn't matter if it's the Royal Guards or the Disaster Swords who are discovered …
'I have to stop them first.'
But just as he was about to step forward and use his identity to stall for time, the Legendary Wing suddenly waved his hand!
* Thud, thud … *
In the next second, the sound of countless horse hooves hitting the sand rose!
Norb and Gomez's expressions changed, and they instinctively turned their heads!
They saw Roman's hundreds of cavaliers galloping swiftly towards them like a tidal wave!
Within a dozen seconds, the fierce-looking cavaliers formed a loose but not negligible circular formation that galloped back and forth. They surrounded the people from the Secret Intelligence Department from dozens of feet away. Their swords were unsheathed, and their bows were nocked.
They were filled with murderous intent.
* Thud, thud … *
Horse hooves thundered, and smoke rose. The people from the Secret Intelligence Department were shocked and bewildered. They instinctively tightened their grip on their weapons.
"Baron?"
Norb looked at Roman in disbelief.
The latter snorted coldly.
"Here, the only person who has the right to command." The Legendary Wing lowered his hand and stared coldly at the people in front of him.
"Only me.
Do you understand? "
Gomez was stunned. He then gritted his teeth.
"No, you are —"
But Norb held Gomez down again. He bent down and lowered his head.
"Sir, we have no intention of offending you, nor do we intend to interfere with your right to command.
"It's just about tonight's joint operation." Norb seemed to have realized something. His tone was very polite.
"The Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department has a few questions to ask."
Roman glanced at him gently and turned to the smoking camp in the distance.
"Questions?
"So, you want to interrogate me?" he asked softly.
Norb forced himself to smile.
"No, it's just a discussion."
As if he was afraid that Gomez would not believe him, Norb immediately turned around and ordered his subordinates.
"Everyone, get off your horses and step back."
Under the hesitant and nervous gazes of his subordinates from the Secret Intelligence Department, Norb smiled and said,
"We just need some space and time to have a private chat with you, Your Grace."
Aside from Gomez, the people from the Secret Intelligence Department looked at each other. In the end, they got off their horses, held the reins, and retreated to a safe distance.
The Legendary Wing's cavaliers immediately changed their formation. Dozens of them split up and stuck close to them, almost as if they were monitoring them. They waited for them to lead their horses into the distance.
Norb turned his head around to look at Roman. His gaze was serious.
It was as if he was waiting for something.
The Legendary Wing snorted. He then raised his right arm and made a gesture.
* Thud, thud … *
The sound of horse hooves changed again.
The cavaliers who surrounded the group then sheathed their swords under their commander's orders, drew their bows, and slowly retreated.
The clearing regained its calm, and the tense atmosphere relaxed.
"F * ck, those people …"
The helpless Gomez stared at the mercenaries and Royal Guards who were moving further and further away. He slapped his thigh hard.
Thales also breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
When he saw that the conflict had subsided, the calm Norb nodded.
"Your Grace, according to the original plan, we will 'solidify' the loyalty and obedience of the Western Desert nobles during the unfortunate incident in Blade Fangs Camp.
"We will also use the false impression that the camp is empty and there is an opportunity for us to take advantage of it. We will lure and incite the bandits who are entrenched here, capture them all in one fell swoop, and clear the Western Frontlines."
Norb stared at Roman calmly. His eyes burned.
"Of course, you are the key person and commander of the operation. The Secret Intelligence Department will assist you from the side."
As he listened to their conversation, Thales subconsciously tugged at his parcel.
'I knew it.'
But Roman only narrowed his eyes and answered nonchalantly with a nasal voice.
"Uh-huh."
His expression was calm, and his posture was stern.
Obviously, the Legendary Wing's arrogance displeased the slightly plump Gomez. But Norb was not affected at all.
He continued, "But after lying in ambush for half a night, aside from a few unimportant pawns, we only caught a Northland noble who insisted that he had met King Kessel and obtained diplomatic immunity at the entrance of the Prison of Bones."
He sounded indignant.
Thales frowned.
'That's Lasalle.
'He represents … King Chapman.'
"There is also a certain tavern owner and mercenary intermediary who have a deep relationship with us. Of course, Your Grace, we believe that after we beat up that Tampa, the mercenaries in the camp with a long history and complicated connections will know their place. Your rule will also be more stable and smooth."
As Norb spoke, he observed the Legendary Wing's expression. He was very careful with his words, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
'The tavern owner.'
Thales was worried again.
'Tampa has a close relationship with Quick Rope. If he reveals anything …'
But Roman still responded with a faint nasal voice.
"Uh-huh."
He looked very much like those portraits on canvases that were full of postures but did not move.
Norb frowned slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.
This time, he said seriously and cautiously,
"But we did not catch Stake."
'Stake.'
Thales clenched his fists.
"He is an important target for us to track down in the near future. He may have control over a considerable part of Shadow Shield, including their deployment at the borders of Constellation and Eckstedt.
"And the secrets regarding the other higher-ups in Shadow Shield."
Norb's expression was very serious, and there was indignation in his eyes.
"And we did not manage to catch that group of mysterious mercenaries who betrayed the Tower of Eradication and were hired by you, Your Grace."
As Norb spoke, he looked suspiciously at the mercenaries in the distance, who were armed with swords and sabers, and were about to leave his sight.
"According to the plan, since the Disaster Swords have a large number of people and astonishing combat power, we must capture them immediately after we close the net.
And their value is not lower than Shadow Shield's. "
Norb stared at Roman, as if he wanted him to react.
But the Legendary Wing only continued to stare at the smoking camp and did not reply.
Gamus could not stand it anymore. He opened his mouth and continued his superior's words.
"Listen, our two main targets did not appear! And you did not even carry out the plan that we agreed on, so it can only be — "
But he did not finish speaking.
"I'm guessing!"
Once again, Norb interrupted Gamus. At the same time, he warned his subordinate with a stern gaze.
"Your Grace, you must have encountered an unexpected emergency that you could not inform us of in time, so you had no choice but to change the deployment of the operation?"
The Legendary Wing still did not move.
But Norb's eyes were bright. He cast a glance at Thales.
"For some reason, such as to save the prince, you opened the secret exit that is only used during emergencies?
And because of that, the target unexpectedly escaped from our net? "
He seemed to be pressing for an answer.
'Net.'
Thales remembered. Be it Ricky or Samel, after the Disaster Swords entered the underground prison, regardless of whether they were facing Shadow Shield or Thales, their attitude was always "do not return to the surface".
Thales understood something.
This time, the Legendary Wing finally reacted.
"So, after you closed the net, you left the camp, and chased us here."
He turned his head around and glanced at the solemn Norb and the angry Gamus.
"You're not too stupid."
Norb exhaled through his nose, as if he was suppressing a wave of emotions.
"Alright, let's forget about the Disaster Swords …
"But Shadow Shield's Stake, I believe that he is in your hands, right?"
Roman suddenly snorted, like the sunlight that broke through an iceberg.
"Don't worry.
I've taken care of him. "
Norb's pupils shrank.
"'Taken care of'?"
The Legendary Wing turned around and tapped the huge skull on his left shoulder. The exquisite earring on his left ear swayed along with his movements.
"I coincidentally discovered that your Stake was the mastermind behind the assassination of Prince Herman and the torment of Blade Fangs Camp during the Bloody Year.
"So, I gave him … the punishment he deserved."
Thales and Norb moved at the same time.
"Punishment?"
Norb frowned and exchanged glances with Gamus.
The Legendary Wing turned his body sideways and gestured at an empty space in the distance.
"If you want his corpse, or at least most of it, go ahead."
Norb and Gamus looked in the direction he pointed and saw a headless male corpse half-buried in the yellow sand.
"As for the other parts … I'm sorry, I want to keep them."
Even though Thales had seen plenty of dead people, Stake's corpse, which was "processed" by Roman, was too imaginative.
The area above the shoulder was a mess. It was covered in an unknown red and white liquid, and soft tissues that had been cut off, such as eyeballs. It did not look like a human, and it made Thales want to vomit.
The moment they saw their target's corpse, Norb and Gamus' faces instantly turned pale. Norb even swayed!
'No.'
"That's … that's really …" Gamus was in disbelief.
"He's dead?" Norb gritted his teeth. His emotions were not any weaker than Gamus'.
The Legendary Wing snorted coldly and turned around.
"When you go back, tell your father and Kessel that you have taken revenge. You don't have to thank me."
Thales rubbed his nose and looked away.
The two people from the Secret Intelligence Department breathed rapidly. They automatically ignored the fact that the other party had called the king by his name. They only stared at Stake's corpse in a daze.
It took a few seconds.
They looked as if they could not accept death. Even Thales could not help but feel sorry for them.
The wind blew, and the morning sun shone on the ground.
But the two people from the Secret Intelligence Department turned around with ghastly pale faces, as if their mother had died.
"I see …"
Thales could tell that Norb was suppressing the displeasure and anger in his heart.
"Then, Your Grace, as for those sword peddlers and the people you hired to do the dirty work, were they also 'dealt with'?"
The Legendary Wing cast Thales a mocking glance.
"They have the prince in their hands. So, yes, I can only let them go."
Thales could only play along with Roman and put on a silly Quick Rope smile at the skeptical Norb.
"The prince …
"Let them go?"
Norb clenched his fists tightly. He was indignant.
But Gamus, who was behind him, could not help but shout, "Impossible.
"Impossible, you clearly have an overwhelming number of troops …"
But Nob held Gomez down again, very quickly.
Gamus shut his mouth in anger, but he did not hide the disgust in his eyes.
"Your Grace!"
Norb forced out the words through gritted teeth with difficulty.
"I know that His Majesty trusts you, and I also know that he gave you a lot of autonomy in this operation …
"But regarding this … imperfect capture operation …"
Norb stared at Stake's corpse, as if he was in great pain.
"I think that the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department and Lord Hansen might need an explanation from you."
At that moment, Thales felt as if the temperature around him had dropped a little.
"Explanation?"
The Legendary Wing raised his head. His expression was dangerous.
"Such as?"
Norb pressed down on Gamus, who was fuming with rage, and panted.
He panted and said, "Your Grace, regardless of whether it is Shadow Shield or Disaster Sword, their value is very high, and they are of great importance. Some of them even involve the plans and operations of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department that have been carried out for months, years, or even longer.
"And you should not arbitrarily 'deal with' them. You should control them and let us deal with them!
This is how you should be loyal to the kingdom and His Majesty! "
Norb's voice faded away.
The Legendary Wing did not move.
Gamus clenched his fists tightly.
"Of course, now that Stake is dead, there is no turning back." When Norb saw that Thales was not moved at all, there was a hint of anxiety in his tone. He pointed into the distance.
"But I can see it. The Disaster Sword is still in sight."
Thales exhaled.
'If Ricky and his people fall into the hands of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, then Samel and the Royal Guards who have dealt with them …'
Norb gritted his teeth and spoke in a gentle tone.
"And based on what I know, the Stardust Unit under your command is the best of the light cavaliers. They are invincible when it comes to interweaving and pursuing. They are the best in the desert when they charge and break through enemy lines …"
Norb said anxiously and seriously,
"Your Grace, as long as we can stop them, we still have a chance … to make up for it."
The Legendary Wing raised his head and looked in the direction where the Disaster Swords disappeared.
He was silent for a few seconds.
It was just a few seconds, but it made Thales extremely nervous.
Finally, Roman turned around, lifted his feet, and walked forward slowly.
"Tell me, kid."
He stared at Norb with an even sharper gaze.
"Are you trying to teach me?"
Norb was stunned.
"Teaching me how to do my job?" Roman said arrogantly.
'Teach me.'
Norb understood something, and his face turned pale.
In the next second, he took a deep breath.
"Of course not, I just —"
Roman snorted and cut him off.
"That's good."
He enunciated each word clearly.
"And now, I'm telling you: Let — them — go."
Norb froze. His clenched fists began to tremble.
It was as if he was enduring something.
Gamus also bit down hard on his lower lip.
The Legendary Wing turned around and stared at Blade Fangs Camp, which had been in chaos for a long time.
"Just do as I say."
He turned around and left the two members of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department behind him, who were trembling in anger.
But in the next moment, just when Thales thought that everything was going to end …
"Roman Williams!"
Are you sure you want to do this? "
When he heard his full name, Roman froze for a moment.
With his back straight, he slowly turned his head around.
But unexpectedly, this time, the person who spoke was not the slightly plump Gamus, who had an indignant expression on his face.
Instead, it was his superior.
The calm, courteous Norb.
"Are you sure you want to let them go just like that?"
Norb glared at him, and his face was dark.
Even Gamus, who was behind him, was shocked.
The Legendary Wing furrowed his eyebrows, as if he saw something strange.
"Are you deaf, or are you stupid?"
Norb closed his eyes and took three deep breaths.
"No, I'm just …"
Gamus, who was behind him, seemed to have realized something. He pressed down on Norb's shoulder.
"Norb, you …"
In the next second, Norb opened his eyes swiftly!
"I've just had enough!"
Thales noticed that the previously calm person in charge of the Western Desert of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, Norb, was gone.
In his place was an angry man who was trembling and gritting his teeth.
"The Legendary Wing, one of the Three Marshals of Constellation?
Are you really worthy of it?
Just because you like to kill, like blood, and like to carve human skulls as accessories? "
Thales frowned when he heard this.
The Legendary Wing seemed to be shocked by this sentence as well. He was silent for a second before he spoke slowly.
"Oh."
The Legendary Wing seemed to be mulling over this sentence.
"What do you mean?"
Norb took a step forward and stared at Roman, who had an otherworldly appearance. He spoke in a resolute tone.
He said firmly, "What I mean is …
Ever since the Bloody Year, I've been in Western Desert for more than ten years.
"Roman Williams, you're such a sissy …"
"Aside from relying on His Majesty's leniency and negligence, you do whatever you want in Blade Fangs Camp, act in a domineering manner, give up your territory, disregard orders, throw your weight around, and abuse your power …"
Norb's eyes seemed to be burning with anger.
"Have you ever done anything good?"
When he said this, the others in the area were shocked.
Do whatever you want, act in a domineering manner …
Give up your territory, disregard orders …
Throw your weight around, throw your weight around …
Throw your weight around, throw your weight around …
This series of descriptions, or rather accusations, widened Thales' horizons.
He suppressed the shock in his heart, frowned, and looked at the motionless Legendary Wing. He recalled his impression of him.
'Hmm, it seems like …
There's nothing wrong with it. '
Gamus seemed to be terrified by his superior behind Norb. He wrapped his arms around Norb's chest and tried to drag him back.
"Norb, you're crazy, stop talking …"
But the Legendary Wing waved his hand to stop him. There was a rarely seen interest in his eyes.
"No, no, no, let him talk."
Roman stared at Norb, whose face was filled with anger. He walked back slowly.
"I like to listen to different opinions.
"They are beneficial."
It makes me more … "
The Legendary Wing licked his lips. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked even more mysterious and delicate.
"Excited."
At that moment, Thales sensed that something bad was about to happen.
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