Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 439 The Thief and the Robber's Conspiracy
If the rope dies here.

Your own secrets will also be buried.

He was able to protect himself until the danger passed.

At that moment, Thales had this thought for some reason.

Is it?

But before he had a chance to think the idea through, Thales acted on it.

"clatter!"

A mercenary felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and instinctively touched it, only to find a small pebble lying at his feet.

Annoyed, he was about to turn around and look for the slinger—

"Hey!"

A furious roar echoed down the corridor!

The swords of calamity, which had formed a complete encirclement formation, all paused and turned their heads.

At the end of the firelight, the extraordinary young man, with swords in both hands, appeared behind a hidden stone pillar, his face swollen and red, looking rather weak.

The dozen or so mercenaries, armed with weapons, looked at each other in bewilderment.

The boy's chest heaved, but his eyes were fierce as he stared at the dozen or so opponents before him, and he roared:
"I'm here!"

The next second, the mercenaries turned around and scattered, revealing Sonny and Dean, the mercenaries standing in the middle.

The former tugged at his axe, while the latter was unarmed and had scratches on his face.

Upon seeing the target, Sonny's eyes lit up, while Dean frowned slightly, his expression serious.

"That's great, it saves a lot of trouble."

Sonny gave Thales a deep look, then walked over and made a gesture.

His mercenaries received orders and immediately changed targets.

They spread out in both directions with practiced ease, forming a semi-encirclement around Thales, and slowly approached.

"Hey, let's take care of this one first..." Dean's anxious voice rang out.

But Sonny coldly interrupted him, continuing his walk toward Thales:
"I think I know which is more important."

Dean glanced at Sonny, who had turned around, then looked behind him. With his hands empty, he could only grit his teeth in frustration.

However, Thales didn't even glance at the approaching enemies; he didn't even notice Sonny and Dean, but stared intently behind them.

Finally, as the mercenaries dispersed, Thales spotted his target:
At the end of the line of sight, Kuai Sheng was kneeling on one knee, looking exhausted and disheveled.

The Time Crossbow trembled in his hand.

He looked at Thales with a surprised expression that seemed to say, "What are you doing?"

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked back at the incredulous look in Kaisen's eyes, and tried to force a smile, but this aggravated the swelling on his face, causing him to scream and turn his head away in pain.

"Hand over your weapon, Prince, let's be polite." Sonny glanced at the sword in the boy's hand, his words brief.

"Or hand over a leg—anyway, Ricky's orders are to capture you alive."

He pulled out a single-edged axe hanging from his shoulder strap and said coldly.

Thales frowned.

Mercenaries gradually approached the boy's side, some even moving to his left and right sides, seemingly about to encircle him.

Damn.

Thales gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

Now, what I need is...

The next moment, Thales exerted force and plunged his longsword into the ground!
Seeing his show of weakness, Sonny laughed:
"That's right, goodness..."

His smile froze—just after Sonny saw what Thales pulled from his pocket.

Dean, who was behind him, also changed his expression.

Not only them, but some of the more experienced mercenaries stopped in their tracks almost simultaneously when they saw what Thales was holding, and were shocked.

"Recognize this?"

Thales, with one hand on his sword, exhaled wearily and shook the alchemical orb in his hand.

He looked at the solemn faces of the crowd, forced a smile, and nodded in satisfaction:
"Yes, be afraid—today, we will live and die together?"

Sonny, his face grim, gave a wink to several mercenaries armed with ranged weapons:

Where did you get it?

Thales shook the alchemical orb in his hand, startling them so much that they took another step back.
"Don't forget, this is the territory of the Alchemy Tower."

well.

temporary……

Stabilized.

The prince appeared calm, but inside he was extremely anxious.

He raised his gaze and looked at the person on the other side:
"Hey, quick rope..."

But before he could say anything more, another furious shout suddenly rang out:

"idiot!"

Many mercenaries turned their heads in surprise.

Behind them, Kuai Sheng knelt on the ground, his face contorted with anger, and shouted:
"Are you jumping in now to save the world?"

He glared at Thales through gritted teeth, clenching his fist as if the latter were his father's killer:
"Would it kill you to hide it properly?"

"Do you even have a brain?!"

Its voice was like a lion's roar, deeply moving and unforgettable.

Even Sonny and Dean were stunned.

Thales' smile, which had been lingering on his face, suddenly froze.

this……

He glanced at the alchemical orb in his hand, shut his mouth, and his expression turned cold.

damn it……

Sonny raised an eyebrow, shrugging as he kept a close eye on the dangerous item in Thales' hand. "Wow, that's real brotherhood, so touching—"

"Shut up."

Sonny choked slightly, staring wide-eyed to find that it was Thales with a cold face who had interrupted him.

what?
The next second, in front of the stunned mercenaries, Prince Star lowered his hand that was pointing at Sonny, took a deep breath, and straightened his chest.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Thales, his face fierce, roared back at the other rope without backing down:

"This is the eighteenth underground level!"

Use your stupid brain!

Thales pressed the alchemical orb to his chest, waved his hand in the air, and began to curse without regard for his image:

"Where the hell can I hide?!"

Where to hide it?

Thales pounded his chest angrily, still not satisfied, and pressed on with the question:
"Where? Where? Where!"

The sound was deafening, and the echo lingered in the air.

Thales's accusatory manner startled the previously furious Quick Rope.

The latter subconsciously shrank back, scratched his head, and blinked blankly.

Amidst the back-and-forth roars, the mercenaries, including Sonny, exchanged astonished glances.

Is this... an internal conflict?

“Calm down, Prince,” Sonny gritted his teeth, staring at the alchemical orb in Thales’ arms, afraid that he might accidentally do something rash in his emotional state.

"Don't slip your hand."

Only Dean stared intently at Thales, his brow furrowed.

But Thales still glared at the rope with eyes blazing with anger, patting his chest, panting heavily, still trying to catch his breath from his earlier roar.

You damned bastard...

The next moment, Kuaisheng suddenly raised his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and softened his tone slightly:
"Okay, okay, it seems that there really is nowhere else to hide..."

But as Kaisen continued speaking, he seemed to remember something, and his tone became assertive and aggressive once again:

"But I have no other choice!"

Quick Rope's face hardened, and he swung his fist at Thales:

"Have you forgotten? I'm just a pathetic thief who can't even pry open a door!"

Thales bit his lip, frowned, and stared at the rope with a piercing gaze, as if he was angry with him.

He stared at the rope so intently that he felt uneasy.

Listening to this clumsy infighting, the mercenaries looked this way and that, many of them paying close attention to Thales' alchemical orb, filled with apprehension.

Sonny coughed, finally remembering the important matter: "Alright, that's enough of this farce..."

However, the next second, they saw the muscles on Thales' face tighten!
Suddenly, the boy bent down, picked up a stone from the ground, and swung it in front of him with a ferocious expression!

Several mercenaries standing nearby were startled and instinctively raised their shields or hands to block.

Until they discovered that, in the dim firelight, the menacing stones flew overhead, grazed the ceiling, arced through the air, and landed...

The head of the fast rope.

"Boom!"

With a muffled thud, the rope jerked violently, then clutched its forehead and screamed in agony.

"Ow!"

"Ouch—you hit me..."

Before the mercenaries' dumbfounded expressions, Quick Rope clutched his bleeding forehead, where a stone had struck him, and pointed incredulously at Thales:
"You brat, you actually threw a rock at me—"

But Thales, enraged, interrupted him once again.

"This is a lesson for your father!"

Thales withdrew his hand, which was numb from using the Sin of the River of Hell, and, disregarding the enemies around him, roared in a fit of rage:
Stop being a thief in secret!

He closed his eyes, mustered all his strength, and roared at the pitiful-looking Kaijo across from him.

"Be a respectable, law-abiding robber who breaks into homes and steals!"

Quick Rope was speechless, staring blankly at Thales.

Amid the heated argument, the mercenaries broke out in a cold sweat, their eyes following Thales's hand as it swayed up and down as he grasped the alchemical ball.

next second.

"robber?"

Quick Rope was clearly angry; the first thing he did after regaining his composure was to grit his teeth and retort:

"Easy for you to say! I don't know anything about how to be a robber..."

"don't know?"

The argument between Thales and Quick Rope grew increasingly heated: "If you don't understand, why the hell can't you just ask?"

The rope paused for a moment.

Ask if you don't understand?

He stared blankly at Thales.

The next second, Kaisen took a deep breath, jumped up from the ground, turned around and ran towards the distant steps!

His speed and angle were so fast that the two mercenaries watching him didn't even have time to react.

We could only watch him disappear down the stone steps.

As the rope was about to leave, it didn't forget to leave a message:

Fuck you!

Thales listened to the echo in his ear and watched as the rope was out of danger, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway...

At least it was a success.

"He just abandoned you like that?"

Sonny squinted at the direction the other person disappeared in:
"Loyalty is worthless, isn't it?"

"Hey, grab him!" Dean, empty-handed, grew anxious. He took a couple of steps to catch up with the rope, then realized he had no weapon. He quickly turned back and urged Sonny on.
"Don't let him get away!"

But Sonny simply waved his hand, his eyes never leaving Thales:
"Stay calm, he can't get far. The prince is the priority!"

The mercenaries once again drew their weapons, completely blocking the prince's escape route.

Thales' heart tightened, and he quickly forced a smile, shaking the alchemical ball in his hand.

But Dean couldn't wait any longer. He glared at the stone steps where the rope had disappeared and pointed impatiently at Thales, saying:

"Don't hesitate! I've thought it through, you guys get going!"

“I know him… no matter how much you threaten him, he won’t dare to activate that alchemical orb!”

Sonny and the mercenaries were all stunned, turning to Dean: "What?"

Thales' smile also stopped.

"The reason this prince jumped out was to save his companions."

Dean gritted his teeth and said:

"If this alchemical ball is mishandled, it could blow up everything around it and bury everyone underground—including that guy from before. What would be the point of him jumping out then?"

These words were like a ray of light breaking through a blind spot, causing Sonny to pause slightly in surprise.

The mercenaries turned around, looking suspiciously at the chips in Thales' hand.

Thales swallowed hard, smiled at Dean who looked annoyed, but felt his smile was a little stiff.

Grass……

He hates smart people the most.

“So…” Sonny’s expression turned serious, and he took a tentative step forward, getting closer to Thales.

Thales, anxious, shrugged awkwardly at him:

"No, no, no, I know very well what I have in my hands..."

But he was interrupted.

"Stop talking nonsense, just take him down cleanly," Dean said resentfully.
"Then go after the other one."

With deep suspicion, Sonny took another step forward, reaching a spot two sword lengths away from Thales.

But Thales hadn't made a move yet; only his smile had vanished from his face.

Oops.

I've been seen through.

Dean continued coldly, "Don't forget, the longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous it is for us—being blown up by an alchemical orb or being hanged by the Star People makes no difference."

These words made all the mercenaries frown.

Seeing Thales' expression, Sonny understood.

The next second, Sonny's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he swung his axe!
worse.

Thales jolted awake and instinctively drew the sword at his side!

"clang!"

Thales stepped back, managing to deflect the blunt edge of the axe that was aimed at him.

As he gasped for breath, still shaken, Sonny stared intently at his weapon:

"This is Ricky's sword."

Damn.

Thales saw that the mercenaries around him had completely blocked the passage, and knew that his bluff had failed.

"Yes."

The prince shook the beautifully curved sword and shoved the alchemical orb into his pocket in frustration.

Now, his only advantage is that the other side wants to capture him alive.

“What’s wrong with him?” Sonny asked, frowning.

Thales let out a breath and tested the pain in his chest—thankfully, the aftereffects of the magic seemed to be slowly subsiding.

"Ricky—"

But before Thales could finish speaking, Sonny's figure flickered again!

With a jolt from the River of Hell within him, Thales finally came to his senses, raised his sword with both hands, and managed to parry the opponent's attack before taking another step back.

But Sonny was relentless and launched a full-scale attack, wielding his axe with such force that it seemed to whip through the air!

They seemed determined to defeat Thales.

Suddenly caught up in the battle, Thales was flustered and had to be careful of what was happening behind him.

But the surrounding mercenaries, all watching intently, remained standing still, not interfering in Sonny's fight.

It seems that Sonny intends to take him down personally to avoid unnecessary casualties—whether it's Thales or the Blade of Calamity.

"call!"

Sonny's axe came flying from nowhere!

The sins of the River of Hell surged toward his arms and waist. Thales gritted his teeth, preparing to take the blow, but instinctively froze.

wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, Sonny stopped his feinting horizontal slash, gripped the axe handle with both hands, and slammed it heavily into his abdomen!
The momentum was thunderous!

Thales took a deep breath, retracted his longsword in time to block the axe handle, and slammed his shoulder into the opponent's head-on collision!
"Boom!"

The two separated again, and Sonny looked at the panting Thales with a slight puzzlement.

“You…” he murmured, but then stopped midway, gritting his teeth.

Thales, who was not as tall as his opponent, retreated two steps. Just as he regained his footing, Sonny pounced on him again, roaring!

"clang!"

As steel clashed, Thales gritted his teeth and exerted all the strength he had used to withstand the orcs in the desert, firmly planting his feet to withstand the powerful axe blow.

The next moment, the prince's longsword twisted, unleashing a counterattack using the hilt of a sword from a Northern military technique, striking Sonny in the chest and causing him to stagger back with a muffled groan. Watching his retreating opponent, Thales took a deep breath.

He recalled the feeling of blocking the opponent's full-force attack and felt a sense of doubt.

Very strange.

too weird.

This Sonny, his offensive power...

Is it a little light?
Is it an illusion?

Without a second thought, Sonny's attack came at him again, and Thales had no choice but to abandon all other thoughts and concentrate on fighting back!
drag.

He has to stall!

Let's drag it out until the situation changes!

"Thump! Clang!"

The sounds of steel clashing echoed throughout the room.

Sonny's attacks were fierce; it was clear he was very experienced and often used footwork to confuse his opponents.

However, his axe blade was extremely flexible, and the angles of his slashes were tricky, making it no easier to parry than a light sword blade. Thales used all his skills to barely manage to defuse several dangerous situations and avoid being captured.

"call!"

The wind howled.

Once again, Sonny unleashed three consecutive slashes, seemingly his trump card.

Thales shuddered.

Fortunately, the surging sins of the River of Hell did not disappoint him.

With a loud metallic thud, Thales retreated steadily, deflecting the attack, parrying the deadly blow, and methodically receiving the three attacks.

Sonny's attack failed, so he took a step back, his eyes filled with undisguised surprise and resentment.

what happened?

This boy...

After failing to defeat the boy in front of him for five or six rounds, the surrounding mercenaries began to whisper among themselves, which greatly annoyed him.

Seeing his opponent retreat, Thales regained his footing, panting heavily as he tried to recover his strength.

But he finally realized that something was wrong.

They held on.

Panting and sweating, Thales slowly raised his head and looked at his opponent in surprise.

This person's attack...

I actually...

Did you hold it?

like……

It was as if he had suddenly had a breakthrough.

Thales scratched his head, puzzled.

How strange, did I suddenly become stronger?

But he shook his head and dismissed the idea.

impossible……

In the past, no matter who he faced—Serena, the Fire Knight, Nikolai, Monty, the orc whose name he couldn't remember, and Sakel—he was always the one who got thoroughly beaten without any chance to fight back, wasn't he?
and many more.

Thales re-examined his opponent.

This... Sonny.

Sonny's strength was alright.

The prince's mind flashed to the beastmen of the desert, recalling their immense power in overturning horses.

Sonny's speed, well, it's passable.

Before Thales' eyes appeared the lightning-fast sword of the Northern swordsman Clay, which flashed almost in an instant, and the astonishing sword strike that Raphael delivered in two seconds, taking six lives, back in the prison of Rumba.

Sonny's offensive style is very strong, which is one of his major strengths, comparable to Cohen's six years ago, but...

offensive?

Thales thought of three people at the same time:
One of them carried a large silver-black bow on his back, his body surging like a volcano, rolling forward in the waves of blood, unstoppable by anyone.
Another person, clad in armor and wielding a golden saber, descended from the sky with overwhelming force, effortlessly breaking through the combined defense of the five.
And the last person...

Thales touched the side of his neck and forehead, and the two wounds he had recently sustained immediately stung, sending a chill down his spine.

Thales understood something.

As for Sonny's feints and deceptive moves...

It’s just...

"call!"

Sonny roared and charged again, determined to stop holding back and finish the fight in the next round.

The opponent's axe came down vertically, but this time, Thales only frowned slightly.

In the realm of hellish senses, Thales subconsciously sensed something.

Sure enough, halfway through his move, the opponent changed his vertical slash into a horizontal one, with overwhelming force...

It landed on Thales's perfectly timed blocking stance, which he had prepared a second in advance.

"clang!"

Sonny stared blankly at Thales, who was effortlessly blocking his attack.

how……

Thales used his waist to push Sonny away, looking at the other's sword with some unease.

That feint attack... was way too obvious, wasn't it?
Thales thought with a hint of helplessness.

On the other side, Sonny stared blankly at him, somewhat puzzled as to why his attack had failed.

"Don't be discouraged, your axe is very powerful, and your feints are very realistic."

Thales took a step back and offered a dry laugh to comfort him:
"But, you know a guy..."

Thales rolled his eyes, frowning as he thought of that man:
"He also likes to use feints and deceptive moves, and with his finishing power, he keeps weaving and twisting, it's impossible to tell when he's attacking and when he's luring the enemy..."

"Your feints seem to be a tiny bit less effective than his..."

That's right.

Thales suddenly understood.

Having suffered countless crushing defeats, he was always on edge whenever he faced an enemy, habitually using past battles as a reference: facing the vampire grand duchess, facing the fire knight, facing the meteorite, facing the death raven, facing the desert orc.

Facing... the almost irresistible Knight of Punishment.

Thales looked up at Sonny.

That means……

Thinking about this, Thales sighed, painfully realizing a disheartening truth:

After so many losing matches...

He's become more resilient to be beaten up.

And this feeling...

This became even more obvious after Sakel had just "beaten up" him.

Under the torchlight held by the mercenary, Sonny stared at the handle of his axe, his hands trembling slightly.

He felt the gazes and whispers of his colleagues around him, and he felt his breathing becoming faster and faster, and his face becoming hotter and hotter.

No.

No, how could this be...

He was just a teenager...

Thales snapped out of his daze, suddenly realizing something was amiss, and quickly changed his tone to salvage the situation:
"I mean, is it possible that your feint, uh, and..."

He shrugged, offering an awkward but polite smile, trying to find a pleasant word:

"Is there... room for improvement?"

Sonny suddenly looked up!
Thales' smile slowly faded.

Seeing the other person's increasingly ferocious and angry expression, Thales felt that he might have said something wrong.

Sure enough, the next second, Sonny glared with eyes that seemed to pierce through the blade and spit sparks, and roared hoarsely:

"Everyone, come together!"

"Take him!"

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

Oops.

Before Thales could even form this thought, the mercenaries around him roared and swarmed forward!

Ahhhhh!
The sins of the River of Hell surged forth uncontrollably!
Hellish senses are fully unleashed!
"clang!"

The ear-piercing sounds of gunfire rang out again, only now they were even louder than before!

Thales struggled to block a hammer handle aimed at the back of his head from behind, then swung away an iron bar that was being swung at his left leg. He then had to roll and scramble to avoid three other weapons that he could not stop no matter what!
But before he could catch his breath, another attack came hurtling toward his head.

Thales struggled to walk away, groaning softly, but then a mercenary on his back charged at him, brandishing the hilt of his knife!
He was going crazy.

I should have kept quiet and made a fortune in silence!

Why did you have to provoke that Sonny!
In the next ten seconds or so, Thales felt as if he were back in that night in the desert, with orcs roaring and attacking from all sides, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

If the other party hadn't been determined to capture him alive, he would have already...

"Shh!"

Thales felt a sharp pain in his back, and as his movements became distorted, he was struck by the handle of an axe.

Damn!

One wrong step leads to another, and the sharp pain in his back caused Thales' next defensive move to falter as he was struck hard in the abdomen!
Despite the excruciating pain and sweat, Thales groaned and rolled to the ground, dodging three figures that were about to pounce on him.

It’s over.

ended.

After a long and intense battle, he, who was already holding on by sheer willpower, finally swayed and was about to close his eyes.

But right now.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

A terrifying roar, unlike any human voice, came from the other end!
The mercenaries were all taken aback!
But before they could react, a strong figure rushed into the crowd without any hindrance!
boom!
"Haa ...

The burly intruder roared and slammed two mercenaries away. Before the third could turn around and strike him with his weapon, he stretched out his long arm and lifted his opponent into the air!
There were exclamations.

Thales was startled and immediately looked down, feeling a chill on his scalp.

boom!
The mercenary, lifted up, flew over his head, screaming as he continued flying ten meters, knocking down five or six people.

Several torches went out, and the scene immediately descended into chaos!

"No!"

Sonny's exasperated voice rang out:

"Intruder!"

Thales was taken aback.

Before he could react, a calamity sword beside him turned around and roared as it clashed with another newcomer!
"clang!"

The sounds of fighting shook the heavens.

Thales almost thought he was back on the battlefield.

"Kill, kill, kill," a desolate and trembling voice rang out, accompanied by the muffled thud of the sword of calamity retreating, followed by a bitter laugh as it swung its blade:
"It feels wonderful to be back on the battlefield."

Blood splattered everywhere.

The mercenary's head tilted to the side, with only a thin layer of skin and flesh connecting it to his body.

"Although... my skills have become quite rusty..."

The killer didn't even glance at Thales, and walked toward his next opponent.

It's him.

"Ahhh!"

Thales took a deep breath and had just stood up, leaning on his sword, when the burly intruder roared and ran past him like a hurricane.

He was like a giant bear, fearlessly continuing to charge into the crowd.

The scene became increasingly chaotic.

"Take it easy, Brie!"

A lazy voice rang out, sounding rather helpless:
"It's been over ten years... Remember to warm up first!"

Thales turned his head and saw a ragged man standing in front of a mercenary. He dodged an axe blow and nimbly hooked his leg.

thump.

The mercenary had no chance to retaliate—his opponent swiftly reached out and smashed his throat.

The lazy man picked up the axe dropped by the enemy and looked up.

With his long hair and beard, he grinned at Thales, his smile quite menacing.

The prince stared blankly at the three men who had suddenly entered the battlefield.

Until Sonny's roar rang out behind him!

"You damned thing—"

Thales instinctively turned around and raised his sword.

But long before he stopped Sonny, another thin figure, as cold as a biting wind, appeared behind Thales!

"clang!"

A figure as cold as the wind held up a sword, blocking Sonny's deadly axe blow, and snorted disdainfully.

Sonny frowned, gritting his teeth: "You—"

“So,” the newcomer said coldly, his voice steady:

"It still feels the same old thing."

"fighting."

Sonny's gaze towards his opponent changed.

He suddenly noticed something on the other person's face...

It has an ugly and hideous mark.

That is……

The next second, the newcomer turned around, ignoring the axe that tore a gash in his shoulder, and slammed his forehead into Sonny's nose!
Boom!
Amid Sonny's cry of pain, the newcomer sidestepped and rammed into him, sending his longsword flying!
"laugh!"

The sound of flesh tearing apart rang out, and Sonny's expression froze, like a frozen stream.

A second later, the newcomer closed Sonny's unseeing eyes and pushed the body away from the blood-soaked sword.

Sonny's body lay on the ground, facing Thales.

Thales stared blankly at the newcomer.

He recognized the other person's movements.

That is……

Iron Body Style?
The newcomer turned to Thales, his gaze sharp as iron, and gently extended his hand to him.

Thales paused for a second before grasping the other's calloused hand and using it to get up.

"When facing the ancient orcs, humans rely on a desperate and fierce attack rather than a defensive shield to protect themselves—that's why there are only three defensive styles, but seven offensive styles."

His voice was steady and his tone was sharp.

He's... talking to me?
Thielston suddenly felt a jolt!
"Don't misunderstand, prince, I'm not targeting you."

"I'm just really curious..."

The disheveled figure bearing the brand lowered his head, revealing a pair of gleaming eyes amidst his unkempt beard and hair.

"Which spineless sissy in Fuxing Palace is it...?"

The newcomer released Thales, ignoring the fierce and tense fighting around him, and picked up a shield from the ground.

"You've only just mastered your Northern Army swordsmanship..."

He stared coldly at Thales, who was almost stunned, and said sharply:

"You've taught him to become such a wretched child?"

Amidst the sounds of battle, Thales stared blankly at him.

The next second, Quill Barney Jr., the former chief vanguard of the royal guard, took a "fighting stance," walked past Thales without looking back, and headed towards the enemy.

Thales took a deep breath.

He slowly turned toward the stairs.

Sure enough, there, a young man was bent over, pressing his knees, panting heavily, gritting his teeth as he stared at Thales from afar.

Thales smiled.

The young man raised his hand and tossed a long, dark green key back to Thales.

He pointed to the red swelling on his forehead where he had been hit, and gave a fierce look.

"Fuck you," Quick Rope said viciously.

"They actually used this thing..."

"Smash it on me!"

Thales chuckled.

He turned his head and looked at the veterans of the Starry Sky Royal Guard, who were taking down their opponents one by one.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Thales curled the corners of his mouth, turned his head away, and defiantly extended the middle finger at the rope.

That clumsy thief who couldn't even pry open the chains...

Finally.

I became a robber.

I'm not going to say anything more, that's eight thousand words.

What about the monthly pass?
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(End of this chapter)