Thales walked out of the cell where Anker was being interrogated numbly. He was in a daze.
In front of Raphael and Norb, he still instinctively maintained his dignity and bearing as the Duke of Star Lake. His every move was elegant and steady. He still remembered everything that happened in the interrogation room. He remembered how his words and actions had far-reaching effects and were difficult to reverse because of his power and status, not the content of his words.
This was his luck, but also his curse.
But when the two men from the Secret Intelligence Department came forward and respectfully asked the prince, "What did he say to you?"
"Nothing." Thales only remembered that his voice was calm and composed, as always.
"He was just unwilling and begged to live."
Raphael and Norb did not say anything.
But the Barren Bone man's gaze lingered on him a little longer.
Norb's expression became more serious as he sized up his surroundings.
But that was no longer important.
"The carriage is about to disperse, what does the prince wish to do?
"Hold on to your sword."
The dying Anker used all his strength to tear the words out of his throat. They lingered in his mind like maggots, echoing and deafening.
"Please follow me, Your Highness. The exit is this way."
In front of the absent-minded Thales, Norb bowed respectfully in a humble and low-key manner.
"According to the rules, we cannot return the way we came."
But Raphael appeared in front of him and Thales, and glanced at Norb indifferently.
"I'll just send him out."
Norb smiled and nodded without refuting. Behind him, Gomez looked back at the two men, and occasionally stole glances at Thales.
But Thales did not care.
The teenager could only remember that he politely and humbly thanked Norb and Gomez, and under their respectful and submissive gazes, he left mechanically.
"You said that you're only in charge of the interrogation today?" Raphael scrutinized the calm Norb.
"Indeed." Looking at the prince's back, Norb smiled and nodded.
Raphael glanced at the unconscious Anker.
"How lucky."
The Barren Bone man said coldly and turned to follow the prince.
"What a coincidence."
Norb bowed respectfully and sent Raphael off.
Only when the other man disappeared did his gaze become profound and strange.
"Very good, the troublesome prince is finally gone." Wiping his sweat, Fatty Gomez tugged at his apron as if he had just finished a big exam, causing his fat to jiggle. He turned to look at the naked Anker and happily picked up a pair of pliers.
"Now we can return to the main topic. See if I don't squeeze him dry …"
"Gomez."
"Yes?"
Norb turned around, his face expressionless.
"Stop!"
Gamus walked towards Anker with the vise in his hand, but his smile froze halfway.
"Okay, I'll go now — huh?"
With an indifferent expression, Norb walked towards the unconscious Anker with his cane.
"From now on, don't use hard torture on him, and don't use soft torture like sleep deprivation. If necessary, give him pain relief."
Gamus looked puzzled.
"Then … how should I ask?"
Norb shook his head.
"Let's just pretend that we're police officers now. We'll stop the interrogation at the verbal level. That's enough."
Having worked together for a long time, Gamus could read Norb's calm but determined tone. He hesitated for a moment.
"But it wasn't easy for us to return to the capital, and it wasn't easy for us to encounter this major case of the Western Desert. If we don't take this opportunity to render meritorious service …"
"We've already rendered meritorious service."
Norb looked at the darkness outside the door, then leaned over to observe their prisoner. His eyes flickered.
"Just now."
'Rendered meritorious service?'
Gamus blinked. Unwilling to give up, he still wanted to fight for it.
"But didn't you say that this guy must be holding back or hiding something? Maybe he has something big? The previous interrogators almost broke him. We have to get something out of him before he's completely broken or sent to the gallows, and let Lord Hansen — "
"No," Norb interrupted him again, straightening his back with his cane. "Trust me.
"He won't die."
Under Gamus' puzzled gaze, Norb glanced at Anker, who was covered in bruises and had almost no unscathed skin.
"Not today."
Thales walked expressionlessly in the dark underground corridor of the Secret Intelligence Department.
But he felt like he was standing on Ghost Prince Tower in Blade Fangs Camp, enduring the cold wind and the assault of flying sand. His palms were cold.
"He told me that if I have to use this bargaining chip …"
Raphael walked in front of him, leading the way. His back was dark.
"I have to give it to you …"
They did not return the way they came. Instead, they walked through one checkpoint after another, shuttling through the maze-like underground corridor.
But Thales no longer cared.
"I can only give it to you."
Thales clenched his fists.
'Why.'
His gaze pierced through the darkness of the corridor, and vaguely projected thousands of miles away in the Western Desert, at that hateful, maverick noble who often laughed maliciously.
Just a few months ago, he was still talking and giving pointers in front of him.
He appeared to be unique and concerned about the country and its people.
'But.
'Why?
'He's the mastermind behind Anker.
'He handed me the bargaining chip that could suppress the vassals of the Western Desert and destroy the Great Wall.
'And into the hands of … a Jadestar.'
Thales clenched his teeth.
He did not understand at first, and his whole body was anxious.
But after he came to a slight realization, he became even more anxious, restless, and uneasy.
'Why?
'Cyril Fakenhaz.
'This arrogant and pretentious old bastard.
'What right does he have to do this?
'Who does he think he is?
'What right does he have?
'What right does he have?
'He —'
"Wow, Morat's snake cub."
A male voice with a Northland accent came from behind a cell door, pulling Thales back to reality.
"Long time no see."
Raphael ignored the other party's tone, which sounded like they were old acquaintances, and walked quickly past the cell door.
'Snake cub.'
Hearing these words, the dazed Thales felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. When he was still in Eckstedt, Archduke Olsius of Prestige Orchid Region often called him "Constellation's Little Viper".
Moreover, the prisoner who said this had a Northland accent.
It was as if he had returned to the past.
Back to the days in Dragon Clouds City when, despite the hardships and hardships, he could still manage to hold on without any worries, and could even find joy in hardship …
Dragon Clouds City.
Thales' pupils trembled.
He stopped in his tracks, and his entire body came to a halt.
Raphael sensed that something was amiss and turned around with a frown.
Thales slowly turned around and stared at the iron cell door from which the voice came.
There was a small opening on the door. The Everlasting Lamp, which was a rare sight in the corridor, shone on the blurry figure at the opening.
"What an honor for you to grace us with your presence."
Thales' eyes slowly widened.
He took a deep breath and took a step forward, wanting to poke his head out to see the figure behind the iron gate.
Then, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him.
* Clang! *
Raphael appeared in front of him, pulled the iron gate violently, and shut it tightly.
"Wrong way, Your Highness." The Barren Bone man acted as if nothing had happened.
"The exit is ahead."
Thales stood in front of the cell and stared at the closed iron gate.
"Why?"
The prince's voice subconsciously took on a hint of coldness.
"Why close it?"
Raphael maintained his smile and asked in return.
"Why did you stop?"
Thales was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the iron gate.
"Open it," he said calmly.
Raphael chuckled softly. His attitude was casual and cynical.
"It's just an annoying prisoner …"
Thales looked around. There were many such narrow cells in this small corridor, but it was obvious that this was the only one with a prisoner.
Solitary confinement.
"Open it, Raphael," Thales repeated calmly.
The atmosphere was slightly solemn.
Raphael was silent for a second. His smile gradually disappeared, and he returned to a business-like tone.
"Your Highness, this is a wanted criminal and internal affairs of the Secret Intelligence Department —"
Thales did not let him continue. The prince enunciated his words slowly, and his voice was as cold as ice.
"I order you, Raphael: Open it."
Raphael frowned.
"According to the rules of the Secret Intelligence Department, Your Highness …"
Thales' gaze became fierce. He lost his composure and shouted angrily,
"Damn it, just open it!"
At that moment, the oppression and grievance he felt in the Secret Intelligence Department all turned into anger and exploded in his chest.
In the face of the prince's sudden outburst, Raphael's expression did not change. His gaze gradually became solemn.
Thales could no longer endure it. He took a step forward, grabbed the handle without any explanation, and pulled the iron gate open!
* Clang! *
The sound of metal clashing reverberated in the corridor.
Raphael did not stop him, but his gaze was cold.
"What's wrong, Ra?" The voice from before rang again, and it mocked.
"It's been a long time since we last met. Do you want to treat me to a good meal?"
A stubbled face appeared at the gate and cast a cold gaze at Raphael.
The moment he saw the other person's face clearly, Thales' eyes widened.
"Gu?"
Shock and doubt filled Thales' heart at the same time, forcing him to speak involuntarily.
"It's you?"
Behind the gate, the face full of Far Eastern characteristics froze slightly.
The prisoner turned to Thales, looking slightly puzzled.
Raphael's expression darkened, and he exhaled in a barely noticeable manner.
'That's right.'
In disbelief, Thales carefully sized up every inch of the Far Eastern prisoner's face. He ignored his doubts about the prisoner's voice and completely confirmed his guess just now.
'It's him.
'It's really him.'
Six years ago, the butcher shop owner in Dragon Clouds City, the Far Easterner who gave him shelter and a meal in the despairing morning after Dragon Blood's Night.
"It's you, Gu."
Thales said in a daze.
In a split second, Dragon Clouds City, Westbound Avenue, the butcher shop, Little Rascal … The scenes of the past appeared before his eyes.
But …
"Who are you?"
Through the narrow gate, the unkempt Far Eastern man looked at Thales and gestured at Raphael with his chin.
"That lover he yearns for day and night, but can't get?"
Raphael snorted coldly and did not answer.
"I …"
Thales stared at his old friend, at him holed up in this narrow and claustrophobic cell. He felt complicated and indescribable emotions.
He took a deep breath.
"Six-and-a-half, remember?"
'Six-and-a-half.'
In that second, the prisoner's gaze slowly froze.
He sized up the handsome young man who was only half a head shorter than Raphael again. He gradually came to a realization, and then felt relieved.
"Oh." Gu turned around, and his face disappeared at the gate. A muffled sound immediately came from the iron gate. "It's you.
That's why you escaped, young prince. Perhaps you're no longer young. "
His words were filled with melancholy and sentimentality.
"You and your little maid didn't die in the hands of that cunning Camian."
'Young prince.
Camian. '
Gu's words evoked Thales' memories.
It was as if he was sitting in the butcher's shop six years ago again, sitting on the table with Little Rascal, holding bowls, and drinking meat soup with a heavy heart.
Raphael exhaled through his nose. He was obviously unhappy.
"What happened?"
Thales pounced on the iron gate and asked anxiously.
"Gu, why did you …"
Thales stopped talking.
'Wait a minute.'
Gu's impression of himself was still at the moment when Marquis Shiles took the prince and Little Rascal away six years ago.
Thales' pupils dilated slowly.
He did not know what happened to him after that night.
He did not know the story of the Second Prince of Constellation that was later spread among the people.
'That means …'
Thales furrowed his brows tightly and stared at the darkness behind the gate.
Gu's disdainful laughter came from behind the iron gate.
Thales took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. He tried to calm down and asked Raphael, who was beside him.
"He was imprisoned here six years ago."
The prince spoke with difficulty.
"Why?"
Raphael crossed his arms. His expression was slightly dark.
"Six years?"
Gu's voice rose. There was surprise and self-deprecation in it.
"Damn it. Without the sun as a reference, the time I calculated is indeed inaccurate."
Thales' heart sank when he heard that.
He remembered the guards and prisoners in the Prison of Bones. He remembered the laments they had when they found out how long they had been imprisoned.
"Your task is complete, Your Highness," Raphael said coldly.
"There is no need to complicate matters."
Gu's sneer came again.
Thales suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and tried to think calmly and rationally.
'Six years ago …
Something must have happened to Gu after they parted ways.
It caused him to wander about and be imprisoned. '
The Sin of Hell's River came uninvited. It filled Thales' brain and washed away his memories, washing away an old scene.
"Your Highness, do you remember what happened in Dragon Clouds City six years ago?"
On the day he fled Dragon Clouds City, Putray's words in the secret tunnel rang in his ears.
"No, it's not just that.
"On that day six years ago, in a dark place we cannot see, outside Heroic Spirit Palace and Shield District, something else happened."
Thales raised his head swiftly.
"That night, Raphael."
He looked at Raphael and stared into his dark red eyes.
"Dragon Clouds City, the night of Dragon Blood." The prince gritted his teeth and went straight to the point.
"Aside from the calamities, Lampard, and what happened in Heroic Spirit Palace …
"What else did you do?"
"What does it have to do with him and Gu?"
But Raphael did not move. His expression was dark.
"What did they do?"
The one who answered the teenager was still the Far Easterner with a Northland accent. His voice was full of mockery.
"What else could they have done?"
"As always, they followed the fine tradition of the Secret Intelligence Department. They wouldn't even let go of the leftovers."
Thales and Raphael turned their heads to look at the prison at the same time. The former was surprised and bewildered, while the latter was gloomy.
"Just like what they did to everyone, including you."
Gu sneered and called out the teenager's name.
"Prince Thales."
Thales' gaze changed. He was about to speak, but Raphael spoke first. His tone was distant.
"I would very much like to answer your question, Your Highness, but this is not my case."
Thales' expression darkened.
"Not my ass." Gu snorted coldly behind the door and exposed Raphael's words.
"Six years ago, weren't you the first to find me?"
Thales narrowed his eyes at Raphael.
This was not the first time he had rejected him today.
The Barren Bone man stared at the darkness behind the gate. His gaze was terrifying.
"Your Highness, you've already made an exception by contacting a wanted criminal in private. Don't …"
"Lord Hansen said it!"
Thales suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Raphael.
"The reason why I don't get along with all of you is that we've always gone our separate ways."
Raphael did not speak.
But Thales stared deeply into his red eyes, as if he wanted to tear apart the world behind his pupils.
"Now is a good chance to change."
The Far Easterner behind the door laughed. It was half mockery and half disdain.
Raphael remained calm and collected. He silently endured the prince's sharp gaze that could almost break an iron wall.
"Not here, not now," he said faintly.
In the dim corridor, Thales and Raphael stood on either side of the iron prison door, facing each other in silence.
The Everlasting Lamp elongated their shadows, like two train tracks that extended parallel to each other.
The gate on the door stood between them. It was claustrophobic, dark, and bottomless.
"He helped me before. I owe him my life."
Thales only felt that he was extremely calm. The Sin of Hell's River flowed through every vein in his body, allowing him to sense the location of this small corridor more clearly.
It was as if he was standing outside his oil painting.
He stared at the universe in the painting.
"If he's locked up, I must know why." Thales' tone was cold, but it contained a tone that allowed no refusal.
That night.
That crucial night.
That night not only changed the future fates of two countries, but it also determined the political situation of the world. It was also a night where countless secrets were buried and turbulent in the dark.
That night made Putray suspicious. He even had to avoid the surveillance of the Secret Intelligence Department and give Thales a warning in private.
Obviously, Gu was one of the pieces of the puzzle.
The aura on Raphael's body slowly changed. It went from being round and casual to sharp and dangerous, causing Thales to feel a slight stab of pain.
At that moment, the person standing in front of him was no longer the young Raphael who rescued him from prison six years ago, who then risked his life to go to Heroic Spirit Palace with him.
Instead, it was the Barren Bone Assassin, a Secret Intelligence Department agent with a mysterious identity, unpredictable intentions, and terrifying and dangerous methods.
But Thales did not retreat. He only met Raphael's gaze.
"If you want to display your compassion, then perhaps you also need to know."
Raphael's voice became deeper, but it was strangely piercing to the ears. His warning was extremely obvious.
"He has harmed us before. He owes us many lives."
'Harmed us before.'
Thales was silent for a second.
"I'm not letting him go." The prince's expression became a little clearer, but his words were soft and forceful. He gradually increased the stakes.
"I just want to ask about some things — secrets related to the Jadestar Royal Family."
Raphael narrowed his eyes.
"Those who know must keep secrets." He calmly but firmly stated the creed that the former Chief Supervisor of the Secret Intelligence Department, 'Wise Minister' Halva Karabeyan had left for the Secret Intelligence Department.
"My responsibility."
Thales' gaze became fierce.
"You missed the first sentence."
The prince gave tit for tat and said coldly,
"Thou art the 'King's Eyes and Ears'."
Raphael snorted coldly.
"When you are crowned king," the Barren Bone man's answer made the atmosphere even colder and more solemn.
"It's not too late to talk about it."
'Crowned king.'
Thales was expressionless.
But in his body, the Sin of Hell's River began to boil again, turning its anger and coldness into a dangerous weapon.
Raphael immediately frowned. His hands tightened without him realizing it.
"You are wrong, Your Highness, who has grown up."
However, at this moment, Gu's voice rang out in a timely manner, interrupting the unfriendly conversation. It was still full of sarcasm and disdain.
"You are not compatible with the Secret Intelligence Department not because you have a bad relationship with them."
Thales and Raphael turned their heads at the same time.
The Far Easterner's face reappeared at the gate. He gently knocked on the iron gate, full of contempt.
"But because you are still a human."
He stared deeply at the Barren Bone man. His gaze was cold.
"Not … a monster."
Raphael's expression did not change, but the corners of his mouth slowly tightened.
"Do you know, prince?"
Gu suddenly laughed and said to Thales in a serious tone,
"Six years ago, in an inn in Spear District in Dragon Clouds City …"
The next moment, Raphael's arm turned into an afterimage and pressed on the iron gate!
Thales quickly acted!
But the moment their skin touched, Thales' expression changed.
A tremendous force, an obvious piercing pain, and a strange feeling of flesh squirming came from his hand at the same time.
This was —
* Bang! *
The rough sound of metal clashing rang out in the corridor!
Thales watched the scene in front of him with a livid expression.
He gripped the Barren Bone man's wrist tightly, but he could not stop the man from pulling the iron gate again, shutting Gu's sarcastic expression into darkness again.
He lost.
The Sin of Hell's River roared and flowed rapidly, dispelling the numbness and pain in Thales' hand.
Thales looked up angrily.
"Open it."
But Raphael's arm was like cast iron. He pressed firmly on the handle of the iron gate.
"Your Highness, we have a good relationship, and we have gone through life and death together," the Barren Bone man said faintly.
"Please don't make things difficult for me."
The Sin of Hell's River boiled again. Thales gritted his teeth and exerted force, but Raphael's arm did not move. Like a boundless black hole, it silently endured all the power Thales could muster.
A few seconds later, knowing that he could not win, Thales exhaled through his nose and let go of the man.
The Sin of Hell's River faded from his hand in agony, leaving behind an indignant roar.
"I think I know." The second prince's gaze was like a sword, piercing straight into Raphael's eyes.
"Why you and Miranda can't be together."
The Barren Bone man's gaze changed slightly.
"That's definitely not because of your identities."
Thales said coldly,
"It's just because of you, because of you.
"Raphael Lindbergh."
Raphael did not move. Even his expression was frozen.
Looking at the man's expression, Thales began to ponder silently.
Gu did not finish his sentence.
But that was enough.
The information revealed by the Far Easterner was like a puzzle that had been lost for many years. It flowed into Thales' mind.
It was enough for him to piece together the next clue.
His next bargaining chip.
"Listen carefully, Your Highness. What I am going to say next is something that the sanctimonious old fox, Gilbert, would never tell you."
Putray's warning, which was filled with deep suspicion, rang in his mind.
"And it will not be something that the mysterious and abnormal Secret Intelligence Department will tell you.
"Remember, Your Highness.
"Do not trust anyone in this matter …
"An inn."
Thales looked at Raphael quietly.
"Gu said that it was an inn in Spear District."
As expected, he was satisfied to see Raphael's expression change slightly.
The Barren Bone man said in a low voice, "That is because he harbors ulterior motives and harbors ill intentions. He is trying to sow discord and disturb your mind."
Thales smiled.
"But you told me that the Secret Intelligence Department's Headquarters in Dragon Clouds City, which is also the chess room in Spear District that I left, was also an inn six years ago."
Raphael's hand was still pressed against the iron gate. His expression was as cold as ice.
"I did not say that."
Thales took a step forward and smirked in disdain.
"Then you must have forgotten."
Raphael's gaze flickered.
The handle of the iron gate deformed in his knuckles, and the sound of metal bending could be heard.
Thales furrowed his eyebrows. He looked at the Barren Bone man's fair and delicate hands and remembered the man's stunning appearance when he broke into the prison and took six lives with one slash.
"Impossible." Raphael's expression was stiff as he slowly enunciated his words.
"Where did you hear that from?"
Thales did not want to think about the man's strength. He met Raphael's dark red eyes again.
"Karen Booker."
When the name came out of Thales' mouth, Raphael's gaze became colder.
Thales knew that he had taken the right step. That was the strange part.
So, the prince followed up with another attack.
"He was not only the owner of that inn, but also a special class intelligence officer from the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department who had been lurking in Dragon Clouds City for twenty years. On that chaotic day, he was killed in a burglary. "
This time, Raphael was silent for a long while before he spoke softly, enunciating each word clearly.
"Who told you that?"
Thales remembered the headquarters of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department in Dragon Clouds City's Spear District and the secret passage that allowed him to escape.
"I met Booker when I was in Dragon Clouds City. He was a good man, but he would never die in a robbery."
Raphael snorted coldly.
"You were running for your life all day. It's impossible for you to know him."
Thales did not back down.
"I know a lot of people.
"And you, you are just too ignorant."
This sentence, which he learned from Ricky, made Raphael fall silent for a long time.
"That doesn't help, Your Highness." Raphael did not dwell on the topic anymore. He shifted his gaze to Gu's cell.
"Forgive me for not being able to comply with your excessive request."
Thales became more and more irritated as he looked at the stubborn Barren Bone man.
He would not cooperate.
Just like the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department, they had never liked the prince, let alone obeyed him.
The prince came to this conclusion.
But at this moment, Thales remembered the Black Prophet's words.
"Whether you like me or not is not important.
"What's important is whether the fact that you don't like me can surpass the established position between you and me, and bring about real results under your control."
At that moment, Thales stared at the unfriendly Barren Bone man. He clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.
"Yes, you're right.
"You can't do it."
The Duke of Star Lake lifted his chin slightly, as if he did not care about Thales' behavior.
"Maybe I should go find Norb."
After saying that, Thales turned around without hesitation and went back the way he came.
Raphael, who was left behind, stared at the teenager's back. His frown deepened.
Thales' movements remained the same, but he deliberately increased his pace. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the dark and depressing corridor. One step after another, it sounded like the beating of war drums.
Raphael's gaze froze.
One second, two seconds. The prince's figure slowly blurred in the darkness.
In fact, Thales knew that what Raphael was unwilling or unable to do for him, Norb, who had been away from the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department for many years and had just returned to the capital, might not be able to do it.
But.
The prince shook off the unnecessary baggage in his mind and strode forward. He remembered the most effective way of bargaining that he saw on the streets when he was a beggar.
Finally, when Thales counted to the tenth step …
"Your Highness!"
Thales' footsteps stopped just in time.
With his back facing Raphael, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Thales turned his head around. His expression was still dark.
Raphael released his hand from the iron gate, but did not open it. Instead, he walked towards Thales step by step.
"No matter who you look for, it will be useless."
The Barren Bone man said faintly,
"Even if it is His Majesty."
Thales' heart sank.
'His Majesty.
'Damn it.'
"Your Highness, you must do this, and you should do this …
"The truth about the Bloody Year, about your own birth, can only be unearthed, investigated, and verified by yourself."
Remembering Putray's warning, Thales took a deep breath and tried hard not to think about the figure on the throne.
"Then I will be happy to try and see what my father has to say."
Thales turned around and was about to leave again.
At this moment …
"Charleton!"
Raphael's words floated around the walls and successfully stopped Thales in his tracks.
'Charleton.
'Charleton?'
The name he had not heard for a long time rang again. Thales' expression changed slightly.
Whether it was the beautiful figure in Sunset Pub or the horror of jumping off the Cliff of the Sky, they all came to his mind at this moment.
"What do you mean?"
As if time had slowed down, the second prince slowly turned around and spoke in a low voice.
Raphael stood in front of him and took a deep breath. He seemed to have made up his mind with great willpower.
"The Far Easterner you care about, Gu …"
The Barren Bone man said softly,
"He is a solid ally of the Charleton Family. For more than a decade, he has been secretly working for the 'regicide family'."
Look around.
Raphael said he is … What is he?
Thales' expression remained the same, but his eyes slowly widened.
'The regicide family …
'Ally?'
"Do you understand now?"
Raphael regained his composure and looked into Thales' gray eyes.
"In this matter, no matter who you look for, it will be useless.
"Even if it is His Majesty."
The Barren Bone man narrowed his eyes and enunciated his words like steel. His words were like knives.
"Especially His Majesty."
'Typing will be slower when you are outside.'
(End of this chapter)
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