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\u003eChapter 398 The Betrayer's Alliance Table of Contents Bookmark Comments Chapter 398 The Betrayer's Ally

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 8296

The whole tavern fell silent again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin, and suddenly said: "In 'Dante's Great Sword', that Dean with a flexible mind, superb skills, and a bright future?"

Russell remained silent, while Qianzi nodded in acquiescence.

"Your informant...is really buried deep enough." Ricky tutted his head and shook his head.

"Well, Dante's great sword?" Boss Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

etc.

That means……

At that moment, the gazes of many mercenaries, including the kidnapped tavern owner Tampa, followed Ricky and turned to the other side, converging on the wide-eyed Thales and the sluggish Quick Rope. body.

What are you doing?

Thales, who became the focus again, thought blankly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with suspicious eyes, and whispered, "I remember, are these two people on Dante's great sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky, on the other hand, watched the two of them with great interest, seeming to realize something.

Facing everyone's scrutiny, Thales could only pull out a subtle and awkward smile.

"You really came up with a good idea." Under the gaze of everyone, Thales maintained his expression, and bit his lips unmovingly to the fast rope in a dissatisfied low voice: "Come to find a 'professional' to dispose of the corpse?"

He desperately controlled his gaze to avoid subconsciously looking at the... that humanoid sack at his feet.

"What should we do now?"

Beside Thales, the former Prince Exeter was also twitching his face, showing an embarrassing look of dumbfounding.

"Calm down, calm down," Kuai Sheng wiped his sweat, and showed a flattering smile to the ferocious mercenaries around him:

"There's always a way."

The guests outside of the blood whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously didn't have the energy to take care of the small things inside these mercenaries.

Russell coughed:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable inside information..."

But at this moment, Ricky turned his attention away from Thales and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, this Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the Disaster Sword said indifferently.

Following his words, the lights in the tavern flickered slightly, causing the figures to rise and fall.

Ricky looked up and smiled.

"We haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet."

Russell was taken aback.

This aristocratic man put on a straight face and looked at Qianzi.

"When you informed me... I thought you had convinced them?"

Qianzi spread his hands and put on a helpless smile.

"Good things take time."

Russell frowned and loosened, suppressing his dissatisfaction just right.

"We haven't reached any agreement, this Mr. Vader," Ricky said with a smile: "In fact, on the eve of the operation, we suddenly welcomed a group of uninvited guests like you, who wanted to 'cooperate' with us...Until now, We are still very 'surprised'."

Clay snorted softly, catering to Ricky's words.

The surrounding mercenaries held down their weapons one after another, their faces showing displeasure.

The brazener raised his hand to Russell: "So you must be there in person—only me is far from enough."

Seeing the unkind expressions of the Swords of Disaster, Russell was a little taken aback.

He read the atmosphere of the scene.

"All right."

He nodded, and quickly sorted out his emotions, showing a sense of competence on his tense face.

This made Thales inexplicably familiar.

"The whistle of blood, or the sword of disaster, everyone," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we have to come to such a consensus."

Ricky looked interested and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to rob the Prison of Bones," Russell looked around, raised his second finger with a serious expression, "and we aim to capture Prince Star."

"In Camp Saber, these two things cannot be done separately."

Ricky narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you invaded the Prison of Bones tonight," Russell said solemnly:

"Then in just a few hours, the entire Saber camp will be awakened, and thousands of regular kingdom armed forces will flood here, bringing cordons, search teams, patrols, everything you can think of Trouble. After that, it will be impossible for my people to deal with Prince Star Star."

Russell gestured to the brazener, who nodded humbly in approval.

Thales was even more puzzled about their relationship.

Russell changed the subject: "Similarly, if we kidnap the Star Prince tonight, alarm bells will go off in the camp before dawn, and any suspicious forces and gatherings, including mercenary groups, will be the first to be attacked by the Star people." Target, if you want to attack the Prison of Bones at that time, it will be even more difficult than reaching the sky."

"The conclusion is clear: we are like two people tied at both ends of a rope, if we don't work hard in one direction, if we go our own way regardless," Russell turned around, speaking with full force:

"It's just two ends in vain. No one can get what they want."

Ricky, Clay and the others exchanged a look, seeing the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, everyone, do you understand the reason why we came here uninvited and late at night?"

Russell ignored the surrounding weapons and said loudly:

"Do you also understand the need for us to cooperate with each other?"

No one answered him, only Qianzi patted his left wrist with his right hand, smiling and applauding.

Ricky stared at the newcomer with solemn eyes, without speaking for a long time.

Until Russell coughed impatiently.

"Your eloquence is very good," Ricky pouted his chin, and said calmly, "You don't look like a person from Shadow Shield."

"Vader... who are you?"

Russell froze for a moment and didn't answer.

But the masked man beside Ricky spoke.

"I remember."

The masked man glanced sideways at Russell, and snorted coldly: "Clay, you just said that this guy's surname seems to come from a small family under Dragon Clouds City?"

Clay snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companion.

The masked man said faintly: "Six years ago, King Nun appointed a well-known low-ranking nobleman to serve as Exeter's envoy to the Kingdom of Stars and enter the Fuxing Palace to serve Mo La who died in a foreign land. Prince Er seeks justice."

"The messenger's name coincides with this guy."

At this moment, Russell was slightly shocked!

But he wasn't the only one bewildered.

On the other side of the tavern, Thales hid his astonishment in a low cough, while the fast rope beside him had an aggrieved look of "Why is it me again".

Thales remembered.

Him, Thales Canxing and Russell Vader.

It's definitely not the first time we've met.

so……

Thales stared blankly at Russell, then at the brazier.

Exeter, the Shadow Shield.

Those who are here today are all "old friends" from six years ago.

And the only thing that can tie them; the two together...

"King Nun and King Charman entrusted important tasks at the same time, but you failed."

"Tell me, Baron Vader."

The masked man said disdainfully: "For the northerners, a humiliating mission that failed so badly must have troubled you a lot?"

Russell Vader's face turned livid.

Qianzi coughed, came out and said softly, "Can we..."

But Russell cut him off.

"I don't deny my failure."

The former Exeter envoy clenched his fist and said solemnly: "That is indeed a stain in my life."

His voice trembled slightly:

"And I have paid the price: I am no longer a Baron."

The masked man chuckled and shook his head.

"I guess, didn't Longxiao City deprive you of your title for no reason? And the black sand collar can't give you any compensation?"

The masked man walked slowly up to Russell, looking down into his eyes.

"After all, no one likes a traitor who is loyal to Longxiao City on the surface, but colludes with the Black Sand leader secretly."

he said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Russell suddenly raised his head!

The former envoy of a country glared at the masked man angrily.

But the masked man didn't seem to notice it, and continued to chuckle lightly: "So you can only come to a foreign country and be responsible for some shady affairs."

Russell's fist tightened.

Ricky, Clay and others looked at this scene indifferently, but the brat beside him frowned.

"A phantom assassin who betrayed the shadow master, and a northern aristocrat who betrayed the former king," the masked man continued to sarcastically: "The traitor and the traitor are really a good combination."

Russell snorted heavily.

"It's not your turn to judge me, mercenary."

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the blood whistle in the tavern.

"According to this..." Russell said angrily: "We who are here tonight, no matter which side we are, are shameful betrayers."

"In the final analysis, you are nothing but traitors from the Tower of the End!"

The voice did not fall.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

More than one sound of a weapon being unsheathed suddenly resounded at this moment!

Marina had already had two swords in her hands, and Sonny also gritted his teeth and pulled out his axe, while more mercenaries took a step forward in unison, pushing towards the emissary who uttered bad words with ill intentions.

There was a murderous look in the tavern.

Thales, with a strong sense of anxiety, forcibly resisted the desire to reach out to the weapon.

"Take it easy, everyone!"

The voice of the drill sounded among the murderous mercenaries:

"We didn't come here to fight."

At the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Ricky gently raised his right hand, as if it was commonplace.

He shook his hand slightly.

The mercenaries who were whistling with blood were upset, but ordered them to withdraw their weapons and returned to their original positions.

The look in Russell's eyes became more and more unkind.

"I understand."

"A disgruntled nobleman who has lost his glory but is unwilling, and can only do some insignificant general affairs in the border area," Ricky said flatly: "I want to win back the trust of my master with a rare achievement."

Russell took a light breath, seeming reluctant to admit this fact.

"So, Russell Vader, you represent Charmain I."

"Kinslayer of Exeter."

Ricky's tone was a little dignified.

And the content of his words caused a lot of commotion among the mercenaries, and they all whispered to each other, the shock was beyond words.

Thales felt that the fast rope around him trembled.

etc.

Thales subconsciously felt suspicious.

It seems that there is something wrong?

Russell is the messenger of King Charmain, and his informant is Dean.

Dean discovered Thales' trail, so he notified Russell.

And Russell noticed something wrong from Dean's missed appointment, and wanted to save the situation?

wrong.

There must be something wrong!

Ricky looked at Russell and said, "Your king, intends to win us over?"

Russell raised his head, showing a faint arrogance.

"If you can cooperate with us," Russell said softly, "and return to Exeter with valuable spoils to prove that you are a capable army. Of course, His Majesty will not begrudge his rewards and rewards." .”

Ricky raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

But soon, he, Clay and the masked man looked at each other and laughed out loud.

The mercenaries also laughed.

Amidst the laughter, Russell's face became tighter and tighter.

Finally, the Swords of Disaster have had enough laughing.

"Qianzi, no wonder you have the confidence to do these little tricks behind Teng's back."

"You and your Shadow Shield," Ricky shook his head and sighed, "Since when did you mix with that cold-blooded king who killed his own brother?"

When did you get mixed up?

Thales suddenly remembered that day six years ago, when he and Selma were in the carriage of Rumba, he saw the scene where the Grand Duke Heisha had a face-to-face conversation with Qianzi.

Russell frowned fiercely.

But the brat on the side was smiling all over his face, without the slightest sense of being offended.

"As I said, I can not only provide you with the means to rob the prison," Qianzi raised his hands, turned to face everyone in the tavern, and let them see his smile:

"It can also bring you a way to escape the threat of the stars—maybe it will be your choice for shelter in the future. From then on, there will be no hiding and covering, no hiding and running for your life, no fear and worry."

The mercenaries started whispering again.

Ricky murmured and repeated: "Support, asylum?"

The brazener nodded.

Russell on the side adjusted his clothes solemnly.

"Once it's done," Russell said seriously:

"I promise that His Majesty's subordinates will definitely have a place for you, and with Exeter's protection and support, you don't have to fear the threat and revenge of the Star Kingdom—no matter how much trouble it is."

Ricky paused for a moment.

"The premise is that we must submit to him and become Charmain Rumba's watchdog and shepherd?"

He looked straight at Qianzi, his smile was still there, but there was an undisguised chill in his eyes.

"Tell me, Qianzi, at what price did you sell yourself and the Shadow Shield?"

These words are so blunt that even a thick-skinned person can't help but froze.

But Qianzi quickly came to his senses, coughed lightly, and rubbed his hands together.

"It's not about the price tag, it's about the market and demand."

Like a professional businessman, Qianzi said with a smile on his face: "Eighteen years ago, Teng claimed that he wanted to create a soil suitable for the survival of the Shadow Shield, so he led the assassination that shocked the world." .”

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

Thales clenched his fist.

Since he embarked on the road of prince, there are many signs that the assassination of the Canxing royal family in the bloody year was numerous and far-reaching, and even affected the fate of many people.

And the source of that assassination...

right in front of you.

"But Teng was wrong."

The drill is categorical and authentic.

"The most suitable era for our assassins is not a chaotic world full of hunger and death, nor a peaceful and prosperous world of wisdom and prosperity," he raised his voice with a serious face: "It's a time of alternating peace and conflict, a time of opportunities and dangers, employers and employers. Moderate age with one goal."

Ricky frowned.

"As we all know, we are assassins, brave men who take risks and face death at home," Qianzi said calmly, "And you are mercenaries, or swordsmen who wield swords for others, or sword sellers—no matter what you think Call."

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"Assassins and mercenaries, aside from everything else, we are all living by our own skills, working for others, so as to maintain our normal operations-but what do you think, in the final analysis, what supports us both Survive?"

"Money, desire, hatred, grudge, ideal, future, hope, or love and justice?"

Qianzi's words made many mercenaries look weird, but more people began to think silently.

But Qianzi immediately turned around with big strides, and said decisively:

"neither!"

"What really supports our survival," he said with rare coldness, "is the needs that call us to act."

I saw the brazener sternly saying:

"It's power."

He stretched out his right hand and slowly clenched it in mid-air.

"Power, this is the basis on which we live, just like war is to heroes, and bones are to famous generals."

Ricky's face became more and more serious.

The drill turned around, as if trying to convince everyone in the tavern:

"The powerless want to take power and seize power, and the powerful want to expand and centralize power, so they find us, or hire or buy, and use unconventional means to fill the vacuum of power or consume excessive power."

"And us? We are a group of beasts that feed on power, looking for life in the ambitions and grand plans of rebels or rulers—whether you or us, whether assassins or mercenaries, we are born to live in the cracks of power middle."

Thales silently listened to the idea of ​​the Shadow Assassin.

Clay frowned, and the masked man gave a more blunt pooh.

"Maybe Teng is a lunatic, his arrogance and overreach eventually brought about his own doom," Qianzi continued unmoved, "but his original intention to convince us was right: we, cunning Shadow Shield needs an era suitable for our survival, so we must take the initiative to create it instead of waiting for the era to eliminate us."

"And what we really need is what power needs of us—a power that is strong but still needs us, and that's what keeps us alive."

Qianzi turned around again, facing the three people of the Sword of Disaster, with unusual fanaticism in his eyes:

"So we need such a power, a ruler who owns both the country and the army, the land and the people, to buy and hire our services and maintain our existence."

"But he can't be too strong, so strong that he tries to control us and annex us, just like the Star Kingdom controls the Secret Science, and he can't be too weak, so weak that he can't support us or protect us, just like the poor bird of the Principality of Arenzo Tail Guard."

Qianzi raised a finger and nodded while pulling the corner of his mouth: "This is the evergreen and immortal secret of assassins and mercenaries."

The assassin finished his speech, but the mercenaries looked at him suspiciously one after another.

"So, this is the power you found for us? The kinslayer king?" Ricky raised his eyebrows.

The brazener let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to Teng, the Star Kingdom is already our destined enemy, and the stars are recovering and rising, which is really not good news for us. In this case, I guess, there are not many options left. "

Qianzi showed a mysterious smile, as if remembering something:

"And I have to say that His Majesty Charmain is a very special king."

"Besides, Charmain I fits our criteria very well: he is powerful and powerful. He has just completed the purge of the Black Sand Territory not long ago, and has become the most uncompromising lord in Exeter; secondly, Exeter is fighting among himself. , Although he is in full swing, he is also in trouble, the Grand Duke is gearing up, the foreign enemies are stalking, and the domestic disputes are difficult to settle, but King Charman's ambition is unfortunately all-encompassing-he will need us."

As he spoke, he exchanged glances with Russell, who nodded.

"Have the doubts been resolved?" Russell asked lightly: "By the way, the premise of all the above situations is that we can live up to everyone's expectations and complete the mission today and regain the goal."

But Ricky clearly sees things differently.

"Power is the foundation of our livelihood?"

He rubbed his chin: "Interesting statement."

"But you missed half of what you said, brat."

The brazener raised his hand to show that he was all ears.

Russell frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the group's lack of cooperation.

Ricky leaned forward, pointing his index finger at Russell.

"The kinslayer king, or any power, will slowly grab our throats as they develop step by step, and when he is completely strong, he will not leave us with too many choices," His eyes slowly focused:

"He will turn you into darkrooms and secret departments that spread gossip, and turn us into white-bladed guards and royal guards who guard the door and sweep the floor. If you don't want to..."

The masked man snorted angrily and crossed his arms.

"Furthermore, once Charmain Rumba becomes strong, it will be strong enough to ensure one party's stability, one country's prosperity, and the whole life's peace..." Ricky sneered: "As you said, brat, a wise and prosperous world without disputes, and Not for an assassin."

Qianzi smiled and said nothing, while Russell remained motionless.

"So, what you want is not allegiance or attachment," Ricky's words changed abruptly, chilling:

"It's parasitic."

The brazen smile froze on his face.

"What you think is not attachment or belonging, but parasitic on King Charman like a blood leech. While serving him, use his strength to strengthen yourself, and use his figure to cover yourself."

Ricky pointed directly at people's hearts, and said sharply:

"And when he is strong enough to escape from your control, when the muddle and lifelessness of this world are about to be broken by the growth of power, it is time to abandon him and use the sharp blade and claws he made for you to deal with him, secretly Aid his opponent, join his enemies, find your new host, and always keep yourself in the cracks of power."

Now, even Russell's expression became ugly.

"In this way, parasitize, grow, move, re-parasitize, re-grow, repeat your cycle over and over again, coexist with power, and stand side by side with conflict-where there is power, there is a shadowy figure."

The masked man gave a soft snort of approval.

"Be careful, Baron Vader," Ricky said coldly:

"The leeches suck too much blood, and they will eat back."

His tone made both Qianzi and Russell look dignified.

Ricky watched Russell, who had his hands behind his back and his eyebrows furrowed.

After a few seconds, Ricky spoke again.

"However……"

"Tonight, we can cooperate, whether the target is the prison of bones or the prince."

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The whole tavern fell silent again.

"Dean?"

"Big Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin, and suddenly said: "In 'Dante's Great Sword', that Dean with a flexible mind, superb skills, and a bright future?"

Russell remained silent, while Qianzi nodded in acquiescence.

"Your informant...is really buried deep enough." Ricky tutted his head and shook his head.

"Well, Dante's great sword?" Boss Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

etc.

That means……

At that moment, the gazes of many mercenaries, including the kidnapped tavern owner Tampa, followed Ricky and turned to the other side, converging on the wide-eyed Thales and the sluggish Quick Rope. body.

What are you doing?

Thales, who became the focus again, thought blankly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with suspicious eyes, and whispered, "I remember, are these two people on Dante's great sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky, on the other hand, watched the two of them with great interest, seeming to realize something.

Facing everyone's scrutiny, Thales could only pull out a subtle and awkward smile.

"You really came up with a good idea." Under the gaze of everyone, Thales maintained his expression, and bit his lips unmovingly to the fast rope in a dissatisfied low voice: "Come to find a 'professional' to dispose of the corpse?"

He desperately controlled his gaze to avoid subconsciously looking at the... that humanoid sack at his feet.

"What should we do now?"

Beside Thales, the former Prince Exeter was also twitching his face, showing an embarrassing look of dumbfounding.

"Calm down, calm down," Kuai Sheng wiped his sweat, and showed a flattering smile to the ferocious mercenaries around him:

"There's always a way."

The guests outside of the blood whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously didn't have the energy to take care of the small things inside these mercenaries.

Russell coughed:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable inside information..."

But at this moment, Ricky turned his attention away from Thales and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, this Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the Disaster Sword said indifferently.

Following his words, the lights in the tavern flickered slightly, causing the figures to rise and fall.

Ricky looked up and smiled.

"We haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet."

Russell was taken aback.

This aristocratic man put on a straight face and looked at Qianzi.

"When you informed me... I thought you had convinced them?"

Qianzi spread his hands and put on a helpless smile.

"Good things take time."

Russell frowned and loosened, suppressing his dissatisfaction just right.

"We haven't reached any agreement, this Mr. Vader," Ricky said with a smile: "In fact, on the eve of the operation, we suddenly welcomed a group of uninvited guests like you, who wanted to 'cooperate' with us...Until now, We are still very 'surprised'."

Clay snorted softly, catering to Ricky's words.

The surrounding mercenaries held down their weapons one after another, their faces showing displeasure.

The brazener raised his hand to Russell: "So you must be there in person—only me is far from enough."

Seeing the unkind expressions of the Swords of Disaster, Russell was a little taken aback.

He read the atmosphere of the scene.

"All right."

He nodded, and quickly sorted out his emotions, showing a sense of competence on his tense face.

This made Thales inexplicably familiar.

"The whistle of blood, or the sword of disaster, everyone," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we have to come to such a consensus."

Ricky looked interested and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to rob the Prison of Bones," Russell looked around, raised his second finger with a serious expression, "and we aim to capture Prince Star."

"In Camp Saber, these two things cannot be done separately."

Ricky narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If you invaded the Prison of Bones tonight," Russell said solemnly:

"Then in just a few hours, the entire Saber camp will be awakened, and thousands of regular kingdom armed forces will flood here, bringing cordons, search teams, patrols, everything you can think of Trouble. After that, it will be impossible for my people to deal with Prince Star Star."

Russell gestured to the brazener, who nodded humbly in approval.

Thales was even more puzzled about their relationship.

Russell changed the subject: "Similarly, if we kidnap the Star Prince tonight, alarm bells will go off in the camp before dawn, and any suspicious forces and gatherings, including mercenary groups, will be the first to be attacked by the Star people." Target, if you want to attack the Prison of Bones at that time, it will be even more difficult than reaching the sky."

"The conclusion is clear: we are like two people tied at both ends of a rope, if we don't work hard in one direction, if we go our own way regardless," Russell turned around, speaking with full force:

"It's just two ends in vain. No one can get what they want."

Ricky, Clay and the others exchanged a look, seeing the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, everyone, do you understand the reason why we came here uninvited and late at night?"

Russell ignored the surrounding weapons and said loudly:

"Do you also understand the need for us to cooperate with each other?"

No one answered him, only Qianzi patted his left wrist with his right hand, smiling and applauding.

Ricky stared at the newcomer with solemn eyes, without speaking for a long time.

Until Russell coughed impatiently.

"Your eloquence is very good," Ricky pouted his chin, and said calmly, "You don't look like a person from Shadow Shield."

"Vader... who are you?"

Russell froze for a moment and didn't answer.

But the masked man beside Ricky spoke.

"I remember."

The masked man glanced sideways at Russell, and snorted coldly: "Clay, you just said that this guy's surname seems to come from a small family under Dragon Clouds City?"

Clay snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companion.

The masked man said faintly: "Six years ago, King Nun appointed a well-known low-ranking nobleman to serve as Exeter's envoy to the Kingdom of Stars and enter the Fuxing Palace to serve Mo La who died in a foreign land. Prince Er seeks justice."

"The messenger's name coincides with this guy."

At this moment, Russell was slightly shocked!

But he wasn't the only one bewildered.

On the other side of the tavern, Thales hid his astonishment in a low cough, while the fast rope beside him had an aggrieved look of "Why is it me again".

Thales remembered.

Him, Thales Canxing and Russell Vader.

It's definitely not the first time we've met.

so……

Thales stared blankly at Russell, then at the brazier.

Exeter, the Shadow Shield.

Those who are here today are all "old friends" from six years ago.

And the only thing that can tie them; the two together...

"King Nun and King Charman entrusted important tasks at the same time, but you failed."

"Tell me, Baron Vader."

The masked man said disdainfully: "For the northerners, a humiliating mission that failed so badly must have troubled you a lot?"

Russell Vader's face turned livid.

Qianzi coughed, came out and said softly, "Can we..."

But Russell cut him off.

"I don't deny my failure."

The former Exeter envoy clenched his fist and said solemnly: "That is indeed a stain in my life."

His voice trembled slightly:

"And I have paid the price: I am no longer a Baron."

The masked man chuckled and shook his head.

"I guess, didn't Longxiao City deprive you of your title for no reason? And the black sand collar can't give you any compensation?"

The masked man walked slowly up to Russell, looking down into his eyes.

"After all, no one likes a traitor who is loyal to Longxiao City on the surface, but colludes with the Black Sand leader secretly."

he said coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Russell suddenly raised his head!

The former envoy of a country glared at the masked man angrily.

But the masked man didn't seem to notice it, and continued to chuckle lightly: "So you can only come to a foreign country and be responsible for some shady affairs."

Russell's fist tightened.

Ricky, Clay and others looked at this scene indifferently, but the brat beside him frowned.

"A phantom assassin who betrayed the shadow master, and a northern aristocrat who betrayed the former king," the masked man continued to sarcastically: "The traitor and the traitor are really a good combination."

Russell snorted heavily.

"It's not your turn to judge me, mercenary."

He gritted his teeth and glanced at the blood whistle in the tavern.

"According to this..." Russell said angrily: "We who are here tonight, no matter which side we are, are shameful betrayers."

"In the final analysis, you are nothing but traitors from the Tower of the End!"

The voice did not fall.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

More than one sound of a weapon being unsheathed suddenly resounded at this moment!

Marina had already had two swords in her hands, and Sonny also gritted his teeth and pulled out his axe, while more mercenaries took a step forward in unison, pushing towards the emissary who uttered bad words with ill intentions.

There was a murderous look in the tavern.

Thales, with a strong sense of anxiety, forcibly resisted the desire to reach out to the weapon.

"Take it easy, everyone!"

The voice of the drill sounded among the murderous mercenaries:

"We didn't come here to fight."

At the moment when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Ricky gently raised his right hand, as if it was commonplace.

He shook his hand slightly.

The mercenaries who were whistling with blood were upset, but ordered them to withdraw their weapons and returned to their original positions.

The look in Russell's eyes became more and more unkind.

"I understand."

"A disgruntled nobleman who has lost his glory but is unwilling, and can only do some insignificant general affairs in the border area," Ricky said flatly: "I want to win back the trust of my master with a rare achievement."

Russell took a light breath, seeming reluctant to admit this fact.

"So, Russell Vader, you represent Charmain I."

"Kinslayer of Exeter."

Ricky's tone was a little dignified.

And the content of his words caused a lot of commotion among the mercenaries, and they all whispered to each other, the shock was beyond words.

Thales felt that the fast rope around him trembled.

etc.

Thales subconsciously felt suspicious.

It seems that there is something wrong?

Russell is the messenger of King Charmain, and his informant is Dean.

Dean discovered Thales' trail, so he notified Russell.

And Russell noticed something wrong from Dean's missed appointment, and wanted to save the situation?

wrong.

There must be something wrong!

Ricky looked at Russell and said, "Your king, intends to win us over?"

Russell raised his head, showing a faint arrogance.

"If you can cooperate with us," Russell said softly, "and return to Exeter with valuable spoils to prove that you are a capable army. Of course, His Majesty will not begrudge his rewards and rewards." .”

Ricky raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

But soon, he, Clay and the masked man looked at each other and laughed out loud.

The mercenaries also laughed.

Amidst the laughter, Russell's face became tighter and tighter.

Finally, the Swords of Disaster have had enough laughing.

"Qianzi, no wonder you have the confidence to do these little tricks behind Teng's back."

"You and your Shadow Shield," Ricky shook his head and sighed, "Since when did you mix with that cold-blooded king who killed his own brother?"

When did you get mixed up?

Thales suddenly remembered that day six years ago, when he and Selma were in the carriage of Rumba, he saw the scene where the Grand Duke Heisha had a face-to-face conversation with Qianzi.

Russell frowned fiercely.

But the brat on the side was smiling all over his face, without the slightest sense of being offended.

"As I said, I can not only provide you with the means to rob the prison," Qianzi raised his hands, turned to face everyone in the tavern, and let them see his smile:

"It can also bring you a way to escape the threat of the stars—maybe it will be your choice for shelter in the future. From then on, there will be no hiding and covering, no hiding and running for your life, no fear and worry."

The mercenaries started whispering again.

Ricky murmured and repeated: "Support, asylum?"

The brazener nodded.

Russell on the side adjusted his clothes solemnly.

"Once it's done," Russell said seriously:

"I promise that His Majesty's subordinates will definitely have a place for you, and with Exeter's protection and support, you don't have to fear the threat and revenge of the Star Kingdom—no matter how much trouble it is."

Ricky paused for a moment.

"The premise is that we must submit to him and become Charmain Rumba's watchdog and shepherd?"

He looked straight at Qianzi, his smile was still there, but there was an undisguised chill in his eyes.

"Tell me, Qianzi, at what price did you sell yourself and the Shadow Shield?"

These words are so blunt that even a thick-skinned person can't help but froze.

But Qianzi quickly came to his senses, coughed lightly, and rubbed his hands together.

"It's not about the price tag, it's about the market and demand."

Like a professional businessman, Qianzi said with a smile on his face: "Eighteen years ago, Teng claimed that he wanted to create a soil suitable for the survival of the Shadow Shield, so he led the assassination that shocked the world." .”

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

Thales clenched his fist.

Since he embarked on the road of prince, there are many signs that the assassination of the Canxing royal family in the bloody year was numerous and far-reaching, and even affected the fate of many people.

And the source of that assassination...

right in front of you.

"But Teng was wrong."

The drill is categorical and authentic.

"The most suitable era for our assassins is not a chaotic world full of hunger and death, nor a peaceful and prosperous world of wisdom and prosperity," he raised his voice with a serious face: "It's a time of alternating peace and conflict, a time of opportunities and dangers, employers and employers. Moderate age with one goal."

Ricky frowned.

"As we all know, we are assassins, brave men who take risks and face death at home," Qianzi said calmly, "And you are mercenaries, or swordsmen who wield swords for others, or sword sellers—no matter what you think Call."

The mercenaries looked at each other.

"Assassins and mercenaries, aside from everything else, we are all living by our own skills, working for others, so as to maintain our normal operations-but what do you think, in the final analysis, what supports us both Survive?"

"Money, desire, hatred, grudge, ideal, future, hope, or love and justice?"

Qianzi's words made many mercenaries look weird, but more people began to think silently.

But Qianzi immediately turned around with big strides, and said decisively:

"neither!"

"What really supports our survival," he said with rare coldness, "is the needs that call us to act."

I saw the brazener sternly saying:

"It's power."

He stretched out his right hand and slowly clenched it in mid-air.

"Power, this is the basis on which we live, just like war is to heroes, and bones are to famous generals."

Ricky's face became more and more serious.

The drill turned around, as if trying to convince everyone in the tavern:

"The powerless want to take power and seize power, and the powerful want to expand and centralize power, so they find us, or hire or buy, and use unconventional means to fill the vacuum of power or consume excessive power."

"And us? We are a group of beasts that feed on power, looking for life in the ambitions and grand plans of rebels or rulers—whether you or us, whether assassins or mercenaries, we are born to live in the cracks of power middle."

Thales silently listened to the idea of ​​the Shadow Assassin.

Clay frowned, and the masked man gave a more blunt pooh.

"Maybe Teng is a lunatic, his arrogance and overreach eventually brought about his own doom," Qianzi continued unmoved, "but his original intention to convince us was right: we, cunning Shadow Shield needs an era suitable for our survival, so we must take the initiative to create it instead of waiting for the era to eliminate us."

"And what we really need is what power needs of us—a power that is strong but still needs us, and that's what keeps us alive."

Qianzi turned around again, facing the three people of the Sword of Disaster, with unusual fanaticism in his eyes:

"So we need such a power, a ruler who owns both the country and the army, the land and the people, to buy and hire our services and maintain our existence."

"But he can't be too strong, so strong that he tries to control us and annex us, just like the Star Kingdom controls the Secret Science, and he can't be too weak, so weak that he can't support us or protect us, just like the poor bird of the Principality of Arenzo Tail Guard."

Qianzi raised a finger and nodded while pulling the corner of his mouth: "This is the evergreen and immortal secret of assassins and mercenaries."

The assassin finished his speech, but the mercenaries looked at him suspiciously one after another.

"So, this is the power you found for us? The kinslayer king?" Ricky raised his eyebrows.

The brazener let out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to Teng, the Star Kingdom is already our destined enemy, and the stars are recovering and rising, which is really not good news for us. In this case, I guess, there are not many options left. "

Qianzi showed a mysterious smile, as if remembering something:

"And I have to say that His Majesty Charmain is a very special king."

"Besides, Charmain I fits our criteria very well: he is powerful and powerful. He has just completed the purge of the Black Sand Territory not long ago, and has become the most uncompromising lord in Exeter; secondly, Exeter is fighting among himself. , Although he is in full swing, he is also in trouble, the Grand Duke is gearing up, the foreign enemies are stalking, and the domestic disputes are difficult to settle, but King Charman's ambition is unfortunately all-encompassing-he will need us."

As he spoke, he exchanged glances with Russell, who nodded.

"Have the doubts been resolved?" Russell asked lightly: "By the way, the premise of all the above situations is that we can live up to everyone's expectations and complete the mission today and regain the goal."

But Ricky clearly sees things differently.

"Power is the foundation of our livelihood?"

He rubbed his chin: "Interesting statement."

"But you missed half of what you said, brat."

The brazener raised his hand to show that he was all ears.

Russell frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the group's lack of cooperation.

Ricky leaned forward, pointing his index finger at Russell.

"The kinslayer king, or any power, will slowly grab our throats as they develop step by step, and when he is completely strong, he will not leave us with too many choices," His eyes slowly focused:

"He will turn you into darkrooms and secret departments that spread gossip, and turn us into white-bladed guards and royal guards who guard the door and sweep the floor. If you don't want to..."

The masked man snorted angrily and crossed his arms.

"Furthermore, once Charmain Rumba becomes strong, it will be strong enough to ensure one party's stability, one country's prosperity, and the whole life's peace..." Ricky sneered: "As you said, brat, a wise and prosperous world without disputes, and Not for an assassin."

Qianzi smiled and said nothing, while Russell remained motionless.

"So, what you want is not allegiance or attachment," Ricky's words changed abruptly, chilling:

"It's parasitic."

The brazen smile froze on his face.

"What you think is not attachment or belonging, but parasitic on King Charman like a blood leech. While serving him, use his strength to strengthen yourself, and use his figure to cover yourself."

Ricky pointed directly at people's hearts, and said sharply:

"And when he is strong enough to escape from your control, when the muddle and lifelessness of this world are about to be broken by the growth of power, it is time to abandon him and use the sharp blade and claws he made for you to deal with him, secretly Aid his opponent, join his enemies, find your new host, and always keep yourself in the cracks of power."

Now, even Russell's expression became ugly.

"In this way, parasitize, grow, move, re-parasitize, re-grow, repeat your cycle over and over again, coexist with power, and stand side by side with conflict-where there is power, there is a shadowy figure."

The masked man gave a soft snort of approval.

"Be careful, Baron Vader," Ricky said coldly:

"The leeches suck too much blood, and they will eat back."

His tone made both Qianzi and Russell look dignified.

Ricky watched Russell, who had his hands behind his back and his eyebrows furrowed.

After a few seconds, Ricky spoke again.

"However……"

"Tonight, we can cooperate, whether the target is the prison of bones or the prince."