Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 388 Want to Laugh
"Crack!"

In an instant, the slightly glaring lights went out with a loud noise!

"Boom!"

A dull thud was heard as two bodies collided.

In the dim light, Thales' hellish senses amplified his perception of light, but before he could notice what was happening, he felt his neck loosen—Dean's knife had left his artery and trachea.

"Clang!"

The knife fell to the ground.

Thales shuffled back an inch, clutching his throat as if grasping at a straw, still shaken, struggling to breathe under the soothing influence of the River of Sin.

"Boom!"

The sounds of the bed board and wardrobe colliding were clearly audible, accompanied by the sounds of a fierce struggle.

"No!"

The next second, when Thales looked up, he was surprised to find that the bald mercenary had already been grabbed by the neck by a pair of arms that reached out from behind and was being dragged backward!
Dean clung tightly to the bed frame, bracing himself against the ground to maintain his balance and prevent his opponent from dragging him down, while simultaneously turning his head back in shock:
"Quick rope, what are you doing—"

He couldn't continue speaking.

Because somehow, the rope's arms were already tightly clasped together!
They gripped Dean's neck tightly!

Thales stared in astonishment at this incomprehensible scene: In his hellish senses, Quick Rope stood resolutely behind Dean, his left arm locked around the latter's neck, resisting his struggles and resistance, his eyes gleaming with an unusual brilliance!
Under Dean's incredulous gaze, the calm Quick Rope hooked his left arm around his right elbow and pressed his right palm against the back of the mercenary's head.

“You know, Dean…”

The rope was almost pressed against Dean's left ear as he spoke coldly in a tone Thales had never heard before: "Many of the news about Moral Walton from the outside world is full of errors."

Under immense pressure on his neck, Dean's face contorted in pain, but his experience allowed him to react instantly. As he released the bed frame, he pushed off with his legs and slammed backward!
"boom!"

The rope's back slammed solidly into the cabinet!
But the rope remained firmly locked around his opponent's neck, and the two remained inseparable.

From Thales' perspective on the bed, Quick Rope was pinned against the cabinet by Dean, with even his legs off the ground.

Thales was so surprised that he forgot to breathe.

This was not the "accident" he had imagined.

No.

“He learned some skills from the Meteorite, but his results were truly appalling…” Quick Rope’s face was contorted, his teeth clenched, as if he were speaking under immense pressure.

Dean's expression gradually shifted from confusion to growing surprise.

No.

Do not……

During the fight, Dean, his face flushed, gritted his teeth and swung his elbow backward!

"Boom!"

The dull thud of bodies colliding came.

Quick Rope trembled slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, as if the heavy blow was merely a tickle.

Dean's face grew increasingly flushed, his eyes widened, and his cheeks twitched in pain.

In the next instant, Quick Rope's legs clamped together, gripping Dean's waist and abdomen from behind!
“He may yearn for the life of a mercenary, but he is definitely not the kind of legendary figure who has been through countless battles in novels…” Quick Rope’s expression became more solemn and ruthless. His arms, which were gripping Dean’s neck, trembled slightly, like a taut bowstring, revealing the immense power within his small space.

Thales watched in disbelief. His JC dagger was already in his hand, but the two men locked in combat and his chaotic thoughts made his choice difficult—the tip of the blade kept swaying between the violently shaking figures.

“He may have received a lot of education, but his orc language is terrible, and he doesn’t really understand scheming…” Quick Rope still gritted his teeth, locking Dean’s head and neck, his right palm forward and his left arm backward, maintaining strong pressure on the mercenary’s neck with a push and pull.

On the other hand, the bald mercenary's struggles became increasingly futile.

His elbows thrashed and clawed back in vain, violently rubbing and colliding between the cabinet and his body. His legs exerted force several times, slamming the enemy on his back hard against the cabinet.

But these tactics could not affect Quick Rope's determined gaze and killer moves in the slightest.

A few seconds passed.

The anger and hatred in Dean's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by fear.

But the rope was not let go.

No.

His expression remained resolute as he gripped his opponent's vitals tightly.

It's like holding onto a lover you'll never let go of.

It felt like the world was ending.

“And then there’s her, the woman he likes…” Kaisei lowered his head and said with difficulty.

His tone was filled with pain.

As if realizing something, Dean looked up in fear at the last moment, staring at Thales who was holding a dagger in front of him.

At the same time, Quick Rope behind Bald Head also raised his eyes and looked at Prince Star.

Thales was being stared at by two pairs of eyes: one filled with incomprehensible regret, and the other with a sorrowful indifference and resolute determination.

Finally, after a swift and fierce struggle, this astonishing encounter came to an end.

Dean trembled for the last time, his expression frozen in that moment.

His eyes slowly closed, his hands fell limply to his sides, and his legs slowly buckled, causing him to slide off the wardrobe along with the rope on his back.

The outcome has been decided.

For a moment, only two breaths remained in the room.

One was cautious, the other survived a close call.

"That woman..."

Quick rope lowered his head, hiding his expression in the shadows.

"She's not a bitch."

He spoke breathlessly, his voice trembling slightly.

"No."

The rope remained fastened to Dean for several seconds, even though the expression on his face had lost its luster.

Thales slowly exhaled and put down the dagger.

“Quick Rope, this chokehold technique.” Thales swallowed a dry mouthful.

"Where did you learn that from?" Quick Rope seemed to suddenly realize something, snapping out of his state of life-or-death struggle.

He sighed first, then curled the corners of his mouth and gave a light sneer.

"Judging from your expression, Thales, you already know, don't you?"

Thales stared blankly at the rope sitting on the ground, watching him slowly release his arms and legs, breaking free from Dean who had stopped breathing.

An amazing answer came to mind.

No.

"War is the art of deceiving the enemy..."

Thales murmured to himself, recalling the rare, exciting, and unforgettable battle that had taken place not long ago on the southern border of Exter, on the barren rocky grounds of Qiyuan City.

The Meteorite to the Death Crow.

that time……

In the dim light, Kuaisheng managed a silent, muffled laugh.

“What you just used was ‘Unquenchable Flame’ Tyrend’s favorite strangulation technique,” ​​Thales stared incredulously at the rope as it slowly rose to its feet, watching him sway as he steadied himself against the cabinet. “It was only used by the White Blade Guard of Dragonsky City during the reign of King Nunn…”

"inherited."

Thales gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

His gaze was fixed on the rope.

That cheerful, happy, greedy mercenary newbie who never forgets to promote his small business.

“You…” Thales said bitterly.

The next moment, Kuaisheng stretched his limbs and took a few deep breaths, as if he had been freed from the tense and sorrowful state of the battle.

“It’s time to reintroduce yourself, Thales.”

He wore the same bright smile he had when they first met in the desert, and extended his right hand to Thales.

Prince Star hesitated, looking at the other's palm, and took a step back.

With indescribable feelings, Thales looked at the person in front of him.

This young man, who looked to be under thirty, with a face full of freckles, red hair, and a Comass accent, was... well, no matter his appearance or demeanor, no matter from any angle.

He awkwardly withdrew his hand, wiped it on his clothes as if to make light of the situation, and then laughed and said:
"Moral Bertram Nunn Walton".

Also known as: 'Quick Rope'.

In that instant, absolute silence reigned over the room.

Dean lay quietly on the ground, Quick Rope smiled without saying a word, and Thales froze in place.

For several seconds, only the moonlight seemed to care about this small space.

Thales stared blankly at the man before him, the first man he saw when he opened his eyes after waking up in the desert.

Quick rope.

Morar.

And Dean in the Darkroom.

how come?
His doubts and confusion did not diminish.

It became increasingly complicated, mixed together, and chaotic.

"you know……"

“When I was helping a ruthless aphrodisiac dealer smuggle goods, I heard him say,” Quick Rope chuckled, poking at the corpse on the ground, “that around the Three Kingdoms of Misty Sea, there’s a formidable mercenary group, and one of them is a knowledgeable and exceptionally skilled man, who seems to be of noble birth from the North…”

Quick Rope shrugged, looked at Dean's lifeless eyes, and sighed softly with subtle emotions.

"To some extent, his strategy was correct."

"We just suffered from a lack of intelligence."

Still silent.

The next second, Quick Rope patted his own butt, stepped over Dean's body, and smiled brightly and happily, as if he wasn't the one who had just ruthlessly killed Dean and then uttered mournful words.

Faced with the "acquaintance" who had just come to his rescue, Thales took a wary step back.

His gaze swept over Dean on the ground.

“By the way, I need to go to the toilet,” Quick Rope said, turning around by the moonlight to take a roll of rough hemp rope and some parchment from the cupboard. His smile remained unchanged, seemingly unconcerned about Thales’ reaction.
"Want to come together?"

He happily handed over a roll of rope: "Don't worry, no need to queue—there are two pits!"

But Thales looked at him with a complicated expression and did not say anything.

JC is still in his hands.

No one knows how the Star Prince is feeling at this moment.

In the silence, Quick Rope seemed to finally realize the atmosphere before him, and he awkwardly withdrew the rope.

"Haha, just kidding," Quick Rope said, exhaling as he helplessly stuffed the hemp rope and paper back into the cupboard, then picked up the cheap oil lamp that had been extinguished for a long time.

"Laugh, Thales, laugh."

In the suffocating silence, Prince Star finally withdrew his gaze and spoke with difficulty.

"why?"

Thales could almost hear the dryness and friction in his throat: "How..."

But the rope broke him.

He still had that optimistic, cheerful, and simple laugh, as if he could solve any problem with ease.

"Why? Because..."

He, Quick Rope, the real former Prince of Exter, son of King Nunn, Moral Walton, leaned comfortably against the cabinet behind him, flashing a white smile at Thales, who was lost in inexplicable emotions.

"Because life is already heavy enough. Thales, especially for you and me."

Kuai Rope wore a bright smile that made people think.

"You have to smile."

"That way, it can be made lighter."

Three thousand words, yeah, I successfully broke the chapter!
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(End of this chapter)