Everything seemed to be shrouded in fog.
White.
Hazy.
Confused.
He had nothing to rely on.
There was only that gentle voice in his ears, as if it was very close to him.
"Qiren, I beg you, don't be afraid."
'How could this be?'
His heart was filled with inexplicable resentment and grief, but he had nowhere to vent it.
It was as if … he was losing something.
"I'm just … I'm just …"
That voice was so helpless.
It was so … miserable.
It was as if it was … leaving him.
"I'm just living … living in a different world from you."
When the voice faded away, he suddenly felt very empty, and his heart ached.
He extended his hand in the direction of the voice.
He wanted to …
Touch her.
Hug her tightly.
Comfort her.
Make her stay.
Just when he thought that he was about to get close to her and make her stay …
A ray of red light suddenly pierced through the fog!
The white fog dissipated, and the haze disappeared.
At that moment, it was as if blood had fallen from the sky and dyed the walls red. Everything around him became sticky, bright, crimson, and gloomy!
Everything had changed.
For some reason, he became nervous.
"It's been a long time …"
In the crimson blood, an unfamiliar and cold voice that was tinged with a heavy and excited tone rang in the air.
"It's been a long time …"
A suffocating feeling of heaviness came without warning, and it pressed down on him so much that he could not breathe.
'No.'
"It's been a long time … It's been a long time … It's been a long time …"
The echo was heavy, and it echoed endlessly.
It was as if a heavy war drum was beating against his heart.
'No.'
"Mine …"
That voice was excited.
But he was terrified.
'No.'
"Mine …"
The blood around him became redder, darker, and deeper. It was getting closer and closer.
"Mine, mine, mine …"
Unavoidably, the boundless color of blood climbed up his body and climbed up his senses.
He could not break free, and he could not escape.
'No.'
It violently attacked his thoughts and occupied his will.
It filled him … with everything.
No!
"Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine …"
Finally, when the boundless color of blood completely filled him from the inside out, the unfamiliar voice that came from afar was incomparably clear, as if it was right beside his ears, ringing out from within his body!
[Mine —]
It seemed to have shed away all the chaos and barriers. Like a volcano eruption and a tsunami, it roared out from its mouth.
[Blood Brothers!]
"Ahhh —"
He screamed in terror and struggled to his feet.
Panic, helplessness, panic.
He gasped, trying to hold on to something.
At this moment, a heavy black shadow suddenly appeared above his head!
It was like a ghost, black and heavy as it pressed down.
It seemed to want to cover and swallow him up.
The next moment, a familiar feeling appeared in his right hand.
He was so nervous that he didn't even think before he pushed out his right hand towards the shadow!
"Pa!"
With a soft sound, his right hand was firmly grasped, unable to advance or retreat!
"Thales."
A familiar hoarse voice emerged from the shadow, calling his name.
Thales shuddered.
"Yo-Yodel?"
The teenager panted and tried his best to separate the blood in his dream from the black shadow in front of him. He could barely make out a pair of lenses that reflected cold light.
In the dim light, the strength of the shadow's grip on his arm lessened slightly.
"Yes."
"It's me … I-I'm here," the shadow said hoarsely. It comforted Thales, who was still in a state of shock.
"I'm here."
A gloved hand let go of Thales' wrist and patted the teenager's arm in a stiff and rusty manner to encourage him to relax.
And in his dream, the blood that dyed him and the entire world … was not here.
The tense Thales relaxed in a daze. The JC dagger in his hand slipped, and Yodel caught it.
"I'm here, I'm here."
The shadow repeated it clumsily. A few seconds later, it found the next word.
"It's … It's okay."
Thales exhaled and fell backwards.
But the Masked Protector quickly supported his back and placed him gently on the pillow.
He stared at the JC dagger in Yodel's hand, feeling rather flustered and guilty.
"The dagger … I'm very sorry." Thales' eyelids were half-open. He felt weak all over, and his breathing was uneven.
"That was just … a nightmare. You know, I —"
But Yodel interrupted him.
"I know, I know.
It's okay now. "
The Masked Protector helped Thales pull up the pillow and let him lean on it. He did not forget to tuck the teenager in.
Thales, who lay back on the bed, realized that he was drenched in cold sweat.
It soaked his undershirt, which had been changed at some point in time.
Thales pressed on the bandage under his undershirt. His nose was filled with the smell of medicine.
He sucked in a deep breath amidst the pain. Only then did he realize that they were in an unfamiliar room.
It was dark, gloomy, and narrow.
The room was not big. It was only a dozen steps from the head of his bed to the door. There was a small study table beside the bed. The wooden window beside the study table was tightly shut, and a few rays of light from the day peeked through the cracks of the window.
There was an Everlasting Lamp placed on the wooden table in the distance, and it barely illuminated the room.
But … Thales, who was lying on the bed, narrowed his eyes. He noticed that although the bed and the study table were relatively clean, the walls of the room were dark and thick. There were even a few spider webs in the corners of the ceiling.
"Where … is this place?"
Thales asked with difficulty. He felt that his throat was dry and hoarse.
"Blade Fangs Camp."
The Masked Protector walked to the side of the wooden table. When he returned, there was a glass of water in his hand.
"You slept for a day and a night."
'So we came back.
'A day and a night …
'Was it that long?'
Thales gratefully took the glass of water and watered his throat, which felt as if it was burning.
Yodel watched him drink water while he grabbed a bundle of rope beside the bed and pulled it gently.
* Ring, ring, ring … *
The faint sound of a bell came from outside the door.
"The doctor said that you need to eat," Yodel explained simply under Thales' puzzled gaze.
Before Thales could react, the faint sound of an argument and footsteps came from outside the door.
"Ring, ring, it's a bell!
"I swear I heard a bell ring! Felicia said that it's a man's way of waking up … Ahem, I mean, waking up a servant … No, I don't think it's haunted … Alright, coward, I'll go myself! "
The owner of the words and footsteps was obviously in a hurry. Thales could even hear a lot of unexpected and panicked clashing sounds on the way.
* Bang! *
In the next moment, as the door was slammed open, Yodel's figure disappeared into thin air.
Thales, who was leaning against the bed, narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who rushed through the door and struggled to maintain his balance in a flustered manner.
'This is … a soldier, and his attire is a little familiar.'
"You are …"
Thales put down the empty glass and asked in puzzlement.
The soldier managed to maintain his balance after much difficulty. When he saw Thales, his expression changed abruptly. He was first shocked, then delighted.
"What the f * ck! You've lost your temper!
You've finally lost your temper! "
The soldier spoke with a thick Western Desert accent, but he seemed to have realized something. He immediately coughed a few times and subconsciously stood at attention. Then, he switched to the standard Western Peninsula common language, which was unique to military messengers.
"I mean, noble and handsome Your Highness, after seeing your temper, all of us in Blade Fangs Camp will be touched to death!"
The smile that Thales tried hard to force froze.
The rather excited soldier stared at the weak Thales on the bed, as if he was afraid that he would miss a glimpse of him. At the same time, he spoke in a stiff and mechanical manner.
"Ahem, there's your … Erm, is it your … Or is it your … Our … Sewing makes you shine …"
The soldier lowered his head every time he spoke. His expression changed back and forth as he occasionally spoke in a clumsy manner. He even stuttered from time to time.
"In short, we will definitely work hard to defend the borders of the kingdom, look after the desert, and control the orcs. Please do not worry, Your Majesty … Oh no, this seems to be the last part, ahem …"
"Um, my team and I are very honored to have you … I mean, get you, no, receive you …"
Thales coughed violently and interrupted the soldier's welcome speech, which was full of mistakes.
"Alright, thank you, soldier. I understand your enthusiasm." Thales pointed weakly at the soldier's waist.
"You don't have to read the rest of the script."
The soldier's face turned red. He awkwardly stuffed the "notebook" filled with words and pictures that he had raised to his waist into his belt.
"Um, our clerk in charge of writing letters died half a month ago …"
"Are you the only one here?" Thales looked outside the door and only saw a dim light.
The soldier, who was feeling awkward, immediately stood at attention and replied, "There's also Strange Flame and Spirit Blade.
She just changed shifts, and Mystifying Eye has not arrived yet. We have to come up every half an hour to check on you, because we are afraid that you will be killed by vengeful spirits, or that Spirit Blade, who is crazy about money, will sneak into your bed and sleep with you … "
Thales raised an eyebrow.
The soldier felt that something was wrong the moment he said those words. His expression changed.
"I'm sorry, you know that's not what I meant …"
He forced a smile in a panic. He had nowhere to put his hands.
"What I mean is, noble and handsome Your Highness, we have always taken good care of you, and we love you as if you were our own son …"
The more he spoke, the worse it became.
Thales, who was mentally exhausted, became a little more energetic after being nagged by the soldier.
He sighed and reached out to stop the soldier from continuing.
"I remember that you are Snake Shooter, a Psionic.
You are … the new captain under Baron Williams' command. "
The soldier named Snake Shooter was slightly stunned. Then, he looked ecstatic.
"Ah, you remember my name! As expected of the noble and handsome Your Highness … Yes, Your Highness, please remember me. I am … I am Snake Shooter under Sir Williams. I am loyal, and I have absolutely no criminal record of smuggling, tax evasion, or organized crime. Ever since I was recruited by the sir, I have shed blood, sweat, and tears for the kingdom every day … "
Snake Shooter, who was immersed in another round of "showing his loyalty", saw Thales' expression darken. He quickly coughed and returned to the topic at hand.
"The baron originally wanted to capture a few beautiful prostitutes or a man's maidservants to make you happy … Ahem, I mean to serve you and warm your bed …
"But you know, the camp has just calmed down, so he asked the little freak … Urk, we, the glorious Third Commando Unit of the Stardust Unit, to take good care of you, to love you, and to make you feel comfortable. Once you come, you don't want to leave …"
Thales extended his hand with a headache and interrupted the long-winded speech that Snake Shooter had clearly been brewing for an entire day.
"Thank you. Please convey my gratitude to the baron, and then …"
The prince forced himself to smile.
"I am a little hungry."
Snake Shooter was stunned for a few seconds before he slapped his forehead.
"Oh, oh, yes, food! Yes, the baron snatched quite a lot of food from those men … Ahem, I mean, the nobles have generously donated a lot to you and the baron … "
Snake Shooter spoke with a radiant expression before he rushed out of the room, leaving behind a confused Thales.
"Strange Fire!"
After a series of footsteps, Snake Shooter's shout came faintly from outside the door.
"Send the food up! Don't sneakily … Ahem, sneakily, that, sneakily 'check' on me! "
More than ten minutes later, Thales sat alone in front of the study table in the room that was closed once more. He stared at the food that Snake Shooter had just sent up.
He stared at the white bread, oatmeal, goat's milk, and even honey on the plate …
There was also roasted fish, chicken, pork, and quite a number of spices that could not be found in Northland …
'Snake Shooter said that the Legendary Wing seized this from the Western Desert nobles?'
Thales sighed and sent a mouthful of broth into his mouth.
'Hmm, it tastes really good compared to the scorpions, spiders, and Bloody Thorn Lizards.'
'Desert God, if anyone ever tells me that the Western Desert nobles are located in a remote area with poor soil, turbulence, danger, poverty, and hardships, I will cut all ties with that person …'
As he felt his stomach fill up, Thales asked the air,
"So, what happened to Blade Fangs Camp?"
He waited for a few seconds.
Yodel's hoarse and indistinguishable voice traveled from the air.
"Williams won."
'Williams won.'
Thales bit the spoon in his mouth and tilted his eyebrows in resignation.
'Wow.
That's really detailed. '
It was just like the first time they met, when Yodel answered him, "Who is my father?"
His words were filled with diplomatic language.
When he remembered what happened in the past, Thales could not help but smile.
'God, how old am I? Am I already starting to reminisce about the past?'
But Thales immediately thought of something, and his mood sank.
"What about the kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department?"
Thales' question was very vague, but Yodel seemed to know what he wanted to ask.
"They did not have horses, and were forced to return on foot."
The prince breathed a sigh of relief.
'So, Quick Rope, Barney Junior, Beldin, Tardin, Canon, Bruley, and Zakriel.
'They …'
His mood became cheerful.
"That was a fulfilling and interesting day, wasn't it?" Thales said half-jokingly.
A few seconds later, a hoarse voice traveled from the air, and there was a barely noticeable hint of amusement in it.
"Yes."
Thales, whose appetite had increased, happily finished the food on his plate.
"By the way, Yodel, your injury …
"It's healed. Don't worry."
The answer traveled from the air so quickly that Thales did not even have the chance to finish his question.
But this made the prince frown.
"It's healed?"
Thales put down the half-eaten bread.
'My injury … is healed.'
He remembered that a long time ago, Yodel had once blocked three vicious and fatal crossbow bolts for him and was heavily injured.
That was how they parted.
Thales no longer knew what happened after that. The prince's mission urged him to head north.
He was gone for six years.
The memories of the past and an inexplicable melancholy surged into his mind.
'Six years.'
Thales' smile disappeared.
He was silent for a while.
"Yodel, have you been … well all these years?"
The answer in the air was still brief.
"I'm fine."
Thales nodded slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
'Yes.
'He's still the same person.
'Silent, silent, and a man of few words.
'The former Masked Protector.
'Isn't he?'
When he thought of this, Thales suddenly changed the topic.
"You know Zakriel, don't you?"
This time, the answer in the air only appeared after a few seconds. It was filled with an inexplicable emotion.
"A long time ago."
Thales frowned. His tone was filled with worry.
"He said that your mask is one of the secret treasures of the royal family."
The room was very quiet.
There was no answer.
Thales took a deep breath.
He turned his head around and looked at the dark and narrow room. He still did not see any signs of a living person.
When Yodel did not reply, Thales could only sigh and ask.
"He also said that there's a price to pay for using that amazing mask?"
There was another few seconds of silence. When Thales could not help but want to speak again, the Masked Protector's voice traveled into his ears.
"It's fine.
"Everyone has a price to pay."
His voice was still hoarse, but it was filled with an unknown, profound meaning.
There was also his determination to end the conversation.
'He's not going to say anything.' The teenager could read the meaning behind his words.
But Thales was not satisfied.
"So, what is it?"
He looked at the air behind him worriedly. He felt that he looked a little silly when he shouted from a distance.
There was no answer.
"Yodel!"
This time, there was a hint of urgency in Thales' tone.
"I'm really worried about that …"
But there was still only silence that answered him.
Thales exhaled in resignation.
"I saw it!"
The teenager frowned and stared at the air. He was displeased and worried.
"When Ricky tried to take it off, you reacted as if he wanted to skin you alive!
"If you're really fine, then why have I never seen you take off —"
Thales stopped speaking hurriedly.
The dark room was dead silent.
There were no ripples in the shadow in the darkness.
It was as calm as ever.
'Alright.
'Since that's the case.'
Thales took a deep breath and put away his displeasure. He imitated the posture he learned in the past six years and became the aloof, arrogant, noble, and aloof Prince of Constellation when he faced the overbearing vassals of Dragon Clouds City.
"Yodel Cato," Thales said solemnly and coldly.
"I order you: Tell me."
He raised his chin and raised his voice with a stern expression.
"This is my order.
"An order from the second prince, Thales Jadestar!"
His voice was cold, his tone was stern, and there was no room for doubt.
His response was still silence.
Thales suddenly felt that the shadow in the darkness seemed to have moved.
But what followed was a cold and hoarse voice.
"Prince Thales."
It was faint and broken.
Merciless and cold.
"I only obey His Majesty's orders."
The voice faded away.
At that moment, Thales felt his body turn cold.
'Only obey …
'His Majesty's orders …'
He stared at the air in a daze. He was a little dazed.
'Is that so?'
Thales inhaled absentmindedly and turned his head around stiffly.
He no longer looked behind him.
A few seconds later …
"Alright."
Thales heard himself speak unnaturally. He felt that his tongue was stiff and rusty. It was even worse than Snake Shooter just now.
"Of course, His Majesty's orders …"
He said laboriously,
"Of course."
Thales took a few deep breaths.
He picked up his cutlery and started eating again.
Just like before.
But.
Just now, for the first time, he felt that the shadow behind him that seemed to be empty no longer gave him a sense of security.
The unfamiliar yet familiar purple mask no longer gave him a sense of security.
'His Majesty's orders.
'Yes.
'I forgot.
'From the first day he saw me, he carried out …
'His Majesty's orders.'
Thales suddenly thought of Saroma in Dragon Clouds City.
He thought of Nicholas and Lisban, who surrounded her and seemed to serve the archduchess and obey her orders.
At that moment, he only felt gloomy and cold.
The absent-minded Thales forced himself to eat a mouthful of meat or bread according to the most standard table etiquette Jines had taught him. But for some reason, he felt as if there was a thorn in his back and a fishbone stuck in his throat.
He felt uncomfortable all over.
'This place is too small. It's a little stuffy.'
That was what he thought.
Thales put down his cutlery and raised his head in annoyance. Other than the dim Everlasting Lamp, he only saw three tightly shut windows. Only faint light shone from the edges.
'It's so stuffy.
'No wonder it's so stuffy.
'It's so dark that I can't see the light. I don't even know what time it is.
'So, where is this? The Legendary Wing's "sweet home"?'
When he remembered Roman's arrogant and prideful cold face, Thales' breathing froze.
'Damn pretty boy.'
Thales stood up with a straight face, intending to push open the window in front of the study table.
But when he pushed it open, he was stunned.
The handle of the window in front of him was nailed shut with an extra piece of wood.
'What's going on?'
Thales frowned as he looked at the nailed window.
'What's this?
Are they afraid of someone invading?
Or are they afraid that I'll escape?
That's why they sealed all the entrances and exits?
Are they going to trap me here?
Just like … a prison? '
When he remembered the Black Prison that tortured him for most of the night, Thales, who was in a bad mood, subconsciously turned his head.
"Yodel —"
But halfway through his sentence, he abruptly stopped.
'Damn it.'
The prince shut his mouth and took a few deep breaths.
He did not speak again. Instead, he sat down again and picked up his cutlery again.
Thales stared at the window that he could not open. His breathing began to speed up, and his already annoyed mood became worse.
'Damn Roman.
'Damn pretty boy.'
Thales sat for less than five seconds before he threw the cutlery away.
He walked barefoot to the edge of the wooden platform where the Everlasting Lamp was placed, picked up his JC dagger, and hurriedly walked back. He stabbed the dagger into the gap between the wooden seal and the window frame, and forcefully pried it open!
* Bang! *
Perhaps it was because it had not been repaired for a long time, but the wooden board was extremely fragile. Without even using his Power of Eradication, he pried off a corner of the seal. Even the tip of the nail was exposed.
But Thales did not stop. With a cold expression, he stood up on the chair and pried off the other corners of the seal.
'Does he think he can trap me like this?'
Thales forced himself to ignore the hunger in his stomach and pried off every corner of the seal in frustration.
'Damn it, dream on …'
But at this moment, a gray blade appeared out of thin air!
It drew a beautiful arc and went straight into the wooden board. Then, it changed its direction and quickly sliced through a few of the upper corners!
* Shick! *
With a few crisp sounds, the wooden board fell into a gloved hand and was removed steadily.
Thales frowned as he watched the black figure beside him quickly and efficiently remove the seal, revealing quite a bit of light from the outside world.
"You can let me do it." The masked figure gently put down the wooden board.
Thales snorted softly. He stepped down from the chair, threw away the dagger, and patted the dust off his palms.
"Is that so?" the prince said sarcastically.
"I thought …"
"You only obey His Majesty's orders."
The Masked Protector did not answer.
His figure rippled and disappeared into the air.
The prince snorted softly. Suddenly, he used all his strength and pushed the window open with a bang!
Dust flew into the air.
It made Thales cough violently.
'Damn it, I should have put on a scarf first …'
Thales narrowed his eyes and tried to fan away the dust while he adapted to the sudden strong light and cold wind.
Sunlight.
Cold wind.
The long-lost sunlight was like a tide that had found a vent. It surged through the window and filled the entire room.
Illuminate everything.
The bone-chilling wind was like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood. It pounced into the window hungrily and filled the entire room.
Blowing on everything.
But the moment Thales raised his head and looked at the scenery outside the window, he was stunned.
No.
This place …
This is …
Thump, thump, thump —
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door!
Alarmed, Thales turned around and grabbed his dagger.
Snake Shooter's voice rose from outside the door, and he sounded terrified and uneasy.
"No, no, no, my lord. This is the baron's order. Even someone as honorable as you cannot … Ugh!"
With a muffled sound, Snake Shooter's words came to an abrupt halt.
Thales tensed up.
What?
Someone... attacked?
"Yodel?"
The young man couldn't care less about the little awkwardness he felt just now and called out softly.
"Don't panic."
A familiar voice echoed in the air.
"I'm here."
The long-lost sense of security and solidity instantly returned to his heart.
Deja vu.
The prince breathed a sigh of relief.
But before Thales could lament about how cheap and fickle he was …
* Bang! *
The door to the room was violently opened!
All the muscles in Thales' body tensed up!
A strong figure lowered his head and stepped into the narrow room.
The uninvited guest was a fully armored warrior. He gave off an aura that was not to be trifled with. He turned around and glanced at Thales.
The vague sense of danger shocked the prince so much that he subconsciously raised his dagger.
'Who is he?'
The man's skin was darker, and his face was different from ordinary people. He had crisscrossed braids on his head, black tattoos on his face, and strange serrated tattoos on his neck.
But Thales, who had seen both Raphael and Mickey, quickly recognized him.
'This is a Barren Bone man.'
Thales looked at him in shock.
'What's going on?
'Barren Bone man …
'Here?'
But Yodel remained calm in the dark.
'Calm down.'
Thales could only bite the bullet and tell himself to wait.
However, the seemingly dangerous Barren Bone man only glanced at the room indifferently.
His gaze did not even linger on Thales for more than a second.
Then, another sharp, abrupt, and extremely unpleasant middle-aged man's voice rang out. It was accompanied by an unpleasant and gloomy smile.
"Don't be frightened by Gotham. The tattoo on his neck is just a tradition of the Sharalun tribe.
He has won thirty-six duels, that's all. "
Thales frowned. 'Thirty-six duels in the Sharalun tribe?'
The Barren Bone man named Gotham turned around, nodded, and retreated.
* Thud, thud, thud … *
'This sound …'
Thales, who had heard the Old Crow walking with a cane and the Black Prophet walking, immediately realized that this was the sound of wood hitting the ground.
But this time, the sound was more rhythmic than the Old Crow's, and lighter than the Black Prophet's.
"Ah, hehe, it's been a long time since I last came here."
The sharp voice rang out again with a slight Western Desert accent.
But Thales swore that this was the most standard, complete, and articulate common language of the Western Peninsula he had ever heard since he entered the Great Desert. It even had the habit of speaking in Eternal Star City.
"There was a time when I thought that I would never come to this tiring and ominous place again."
Finally, a figure limping with a cane appeared at the door of the room.
The moment he stepped into the room, Thales' nervousness and attention towards Gotham was completely taken away by this newcomer.
The person's cane was supported by his obviously crippled left leg. He leaned against the ground, but strangely enough, there was a longsword with a unique hilt attached to it, as if he was hoping that its owner could wield the weapon while leaning on the cane.
The owner of the sharp voice held onto the door frame, tugged at his armor, and laughed sinisterly.
"Phew, this is really a test for my legs."
He raised his head while leaning on the cane, and revealed a middle-aged face that could not be considered human.
Withered, pale, and crooked.
Coupled with his cold and sharp voice, as well as his sharp and intelligent eyes, it was enough to make people shudder.
The moment he saw the man, Thales was shocked!
The terrifying middle-aged man panted softly while he sized up Thales.
"Ha, in the past six years," the man chuckled in an unpleasant manner. His laughter was like a poisonous thorn that pierced into Thales' heart.
"You've really grown a lot taller.
I guess the Northland barbarians have fed you well? "
There were a few seconds of silence.
Thales stared at the middle-aged man's clothes in a daze and remembered something.
The man continued to smile in a frightening manner as he waited for an answer.
Finally, Thales took a deep breath.
"It's been a long time." The prince put away the dagger in his hand, straightened the thin clothes on his body, and said seriously,
"Your Grace."
The owner of the cane stared at him for a long time before he burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, very good, you still remember this old bag of bones!"
His expression was exaggerated, making his inhuman face even more terrifying. He even clapped his hands fiercely, as if he had seen something amazing.
Outside the door, the Barren Bone Man Gotham turned around coldly and knocked out Snake Shooter, who had just woken up.
'Calm down.'
The prince thought to himself.
Thales forced himself not to look at Snake Shooter's condition. Instead, he calmly looked at the guest in front of him.
"Your arrival has really exceeded my expectations …"
The prince gently pulled the chair out and gestured to the man. Then, he sat down on the bed.
"So, are you here to support me, support Baron Williams, or … support Blade Fangs Camp?"
At that moment, the man's sharp and cold laughter died in his throat.
He seemed to have understood something.
The terrifying middle-aged man stared straight at Thales, who appeared to be at ease. He clicked his tongue and said,
"Very good. You don't have the unique milk-stink of useless nobles either … That's great.
We should change our view of the Northland barbarians. Perhaps they aren't barbarians who only know how to flip tables with their fists. "
Thales frowned slightly.
The middle-aged man snorted softly. He lifted his left leg along with his cane and staggered into the room.
* Thud, thud … *
Behind him, the Barren Bone Man Gotham closed the door in tacit understanding, leaving the middle-aged man and Thales in the room.
Turn this place into … an airtight cage again.
'Calm down.'
Thales warned himself again as he watched the man draw closer.
The middle-aged man limped towards the chair Thales pulled out for him. He spoke in a tone that was half-sarcastic and half-sentimental.
"However, as your first stop back in the country, Williams really shouldn't have arranged for you to come here. This place is too high, too high …"
The middle-aged man stopped in front of the desk.
He turned sideways and looked at Thales coldly, revealing the window behind him.
There were also countless buildings the size of toy blocks outside the window.
"It's so high that I'm worried that you might accidentally …
"Fall from here."
Thales looked at the longsword on the man's cane and felt his body tense up.
That was it.
He was the master of the Fakenhaz Family, one of the Six Great Clans of Constellation, who had the Four-Eyed Skull as their emblem.
The Guardian Duke of Western Desert, the suzerain of the Ruins, the 'unwelcomed'.
Cyril Fakenhaz.
Just like that, he stood at the highest point in Blade Fangs Camp — the room on the top floor of Ghost Prince Tower.
"Just like … your father's brother?"
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