Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 482 Kill them

"Sir, Felicia and Frank's men are in position, and Poe's troops are on standby!"

In the distance, a cavalryman who appeared to be a messenger approached them and loudly reported to Roman:
"They are waiting for your orders!"

The Winged One did not turn around; he remained staring at the solemn-faced Thales, the exquisite earring on his left ear contrasting sharply with the grotesque skull on his left shoulder.
Tell them to keep waiting.

Faced with the strange order, the messenger hesitated for a moment, but ultimately obeyed and left.

The three of them remained standing face to face.

"Now everything is clear."

Thales watched the departing cavalry and solemnly said to Roman:
“You can’t do it yourself, you can’t let your men have any doubts, you can’t let the camp find out the truth, and you can’t let the cunning nobles be on guard, so you bribed Blood Whistles—maybe you’re old friends, after all, they are war mercenaries and have a history of cooperating with the government.”

The Wings of Legend remained silent.

Ricky shook his head helplessly and gave Roman a funny "See, I told you so" look.

Thales stared intently at the Wings of Legend:

"You have them create chaos and conflict in the Baki camp, which no longer belongs to you, such as releasing prisoners from the White Prison, disrupting the lords' logistics and garrisons, or something else."

Thales looked at the guards in the distance:

"And the reward you gave them was to give these mercenaries, who were desperate after hitting a wall at the Tower of the End, a chance to go deep into the Prison of Bones and take away a serious criminal who had been imprisoned for many years."

Thales finished speaking and waited for a response from the other side.

Roman remained silent, his eyes sharp as knives.

"remuneration?"

Ricky, standing to the side, sighed and looked at the prince with a sarcastic expression, saying:
"Your Highness, you're being too far-fetched—what kind of reward would be worth risking the lives and future of our entire regiment?"

"To risk your life for this guy?"

Roman remained silent.

“Perhaps it’s more than just the payment,” Thales quickly added.

"Maybe someone is giving you the look of 'If you don't do it, I'll kill you.'"

The mercenary leader's expression froze.

Thales stared at the expressionless Roman, gesturing with his chin:

"like this."

Ricky turned his head, looked at Roman's indifferent face, and chuckled.

His laughter lasted for a few seconds:

"If you don't do it, I'll kill you? Hahahaha—well, I have to say..."

Until Roman, without turning his head, snorted:
"funny?"

Ricky's laughter stopped abruptly.

He leaned back slightly, pushed his palms forward, and made a humble expression as if to say, "You guys talk."

Thales observed their interaction and couldn't help but frown.

So, does Roman know Ricky's true identity?
Did he know that his partner was actually an anomaly who couldn't die a natural death?

"So, that's your story?" Roman said dismissively, while Ricky shrugged beside him.

Thales's gaze darted back and forth between the two.

On one side are the white rulers, representing the government and wielding power.

On one side are the black mercenaries who have licked blood from the blade and operate outside the law.

Protection and destruction, order and chaos.

One white and one black, one positive and one negative, one inside and one outside.

It turned out to be the case.

Two sides of a coin.

The Baki Camp, situated between war and bloodshed, filled with chaos and evil, and teeming with scum and criminals, has always operated in this way.

Legend has it that this is how the Winged One controls his territory.

So, what about outside the camp?
The boy suddenly realized something.

“All of these stories,” Thales sighed, continuing his topic, “are things that any normal person would want to hear…”

"However, what truly surprised me was..."

Thales hesitated, then pointed to the smoke-filled Baki camp in the distance.

"Orcs, and Bone People."

Upon hearing the new words, Roman and Ricky frowned again and exchanged a glance.

"The question is: how did the Gray Bastards—I mean the warriors of the Riftstone Tribe—and the Bone People manage to foresee the future, travel light, gather small numbers, and almost perfectly bypass the double barriers and patrols of the standing army and conscripts, to invade the camp that was in the midst of internal strife at the opportune moment, when the entire eastern desert was sealed off and cleared of airspace?"

Thales looked again at the smoking Baki camp in the distance:

"What forced those lords to panic and sound the seventh-level alarm?"

This question caused both of them to frown.

Roman lowered his eyes, his expression now icy cold.

Thales raised his head and met his gaze without flinching:

"Everyone says that the Winged Ones are the orcs' worst nightmare, showing no mercy when slaughtering hybrids."

Thales pondered, recalling his terrifying experience in the desert:
"But a few days ago, when your Stardust Guard and the Crowwhistle Cavalry of the Clomar family were pursuing the Rockbreaker tribe, Kandar Wrathmount and his small force escaped capture during the Stardust Guard's pursuit."

"Because of this, Duro, who was in charge of the troops, almost fell out with the nobles who were conscripting soldiers and got into a fight on the spot."

Upon hearing that name, Roman's gaze toward Thales grew increasingly unfriendly.

Thales frowned:
"Tell me, Roman, did you really expel Duro from the army because you were unhappy with him betraying information?"

This made Ricky frown.

Roman's fist had already clenched without him even realizing it.

Thales said softly:

"And you know, that orc chieftain really told me quite a lot."

At this moment, Thales spoke in a deep, serious tone:

"Quite a bit."

At this moment, a crack finally appeared on Roman's almost perfect facial features.

It's like a mask starting to crumble piece by piece.

The sun lost its fiery red color and turned golden.

The atmosphere became tense at that moment.

“Tell me, Baron.”

"For twenty years, in the xenophobic and dangerous desert, as a lone, helpless glacial orc from the north," Thales took a deep breath:

"How did Nushan gradually gain power, grow stronger, and eventually become the war chief of the Lieshi tribe, ruling over a region?"

He stared at the skull on the left shoulder of the legendary Wing:

"And you, who have also been stationed in the desert for twenty years, even the handsome orc bone on your left shoulder that shares the same surname, Crackstone..."

"does it matter?"

These words seemed to freeze the air.

Just like Roman's tightly pursed lips, for that one second, he seemed to truly become a sculpture.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Even Ricky lowered his head and remained motionless.

Finally, just as Thales couldn't help but speak again, the Wings of Legend scoffed:
"Kandal Nushan".

His tone held an unusual anger, which brought not warmth, but coldness:

"That damn, restless ice bastard."

What did he tell you?

No one knew that at that moment, Thales' heart skipped a beat.

I'm crazy.

It's actually true.

He struggled to breathe, recalling his brief encounter with the cunning orc.

Tell your father, and tell Morat too.

I found you first.

And I know who you are.

“Wow, uh,” the leader of the Blade of Calamity waved his hand rather awkwardly:
"I'll skip the rest for now... You know, matters of national importance..."

But Thales shook his head.

“It’s alright, Ricky,” the boy said to Ricky, but his eyes never left Roman.
"I won't ask about these secrets."

"For the sake of our friendship, you can continue listening."

Ricky curled the corners of his mouth into a smile and glanced at Roman, as if seeking his opinion.

But the Winged One remained silent, staring intently at Thales as if trying to pluck something nonexistent from his eyes.

The boy sorted out his thoughts again:

"So the official explanation would be this: when the legendary Wing left, the Blade Fang camp was thrown into chaos, and the orcs and skeletons even came back with a vengeance."

"The local nobles of the Western Wilderness not only failed to protect the camp, but also suffered heavy losses and made a complete fool of themselves."

Thales's gaze was fixed on Roman:

"And when the flames of war ignite, and all hope is lost."

"Baron Williams, yes, still the most fearsome yet most reliable legendary Winged One, returned with his invincible army, descending from the sky amidst the trembling and boundless fear of the people, amidst the incompetent groans and fleeing in panic of the lords, defeating foreign enemies, quelling internal strife, defending the camp, and saving the world."

The prince took a deep breath:

"This is what you wanted."

"You must make the Baki Camp rely on your strength again, and remember: you, Roman Williams, the Wing of Legend, are their true, one, and eternal master."

Thales stretched out his arm toward the distant Baki camp.

The wind and sand swept across his palms, leaving them slightly cool.

But the sunlight fell on the back of his hand, bringing warmth.

Cold and heat intertwined on both sides of his palm.

Just like the temperature of this desert.

Just like the look in Wings of Legend's eyes right now.

"That's why you're not in a hurry to go to the rescue—after all, your people have already withdrawn under the pretext of searching for the prince, and even the logistics have been dispersed to various supply outposts."

Thales felt the wind and sand blowing against him and sighed:
"On the contrary, you would love for the chaos created by the Shadow Shield, the orcs and the Bone People to be even more chaotic, for them to cause even more trouble for the camp, for them to severely damage the forces of the Western Wilderness lords, to severely damage their reputation, to burn the supplies they have prepared for a long-term garrison, and for their panicked army to have no place to stand in the reclaimed Blade Fang Camp."

Roman remained silent, his handsome face also exposed to the wind and sand, yet seemingly unaffected.

Thales sighed softly:
"You must shatter their dreams and destroy their hopes; you must make them lose face and prestige; you must inflict heavy casualties and force them to retreat in disgrace; you must make them lose everything, from their capital to their spirit, so that they can never recover."

"Then, you can rightfully reclaim your Baki Camp, which belongs solely to you, from the ruins."

Neither Roman nor Ricky said anything.

This silence lasted exceptionally long.

The next second, Thales's eyes narrowed, and his pupils gradually focused:

"Of course, what you didn't expect is..."

He stared coldly at Roman and Ricky:
"I have appeared."

"Yes, the cause of all this is the hostage prince who caused you to lose the Baki camp. Thales Shining Star, who was supposed to rejoin the army in the desert, inexplicably ended up in the Baki Dunes."

"He got involved in Ricky's operation along with the Shadow Shield and the Northerners."

Roman hugged his arms and slowly exhaled.

“I already told you,” Ricky said to Roman, holding up two fingers and beckoning them in the air, his expression a mix of helplessness and embarrassment.

"'Accident'."

Roman did not answer.

Thales snorted coldly:

“I understand that you don’t like me: because of me, you lost Baki Camp, and perhaps along with it your army and power.”

"And you want to take it all back."

Thales stared intently at the Wings of Legend:

"I can help you, as long as you agree to a few conditions."

At that moment, Roman slowly raised his head.

The handsome knight gazed at the distant horizon, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"What made you think you could make up a few nice little stories?" His voice was as calm and gentle as ever.
"So you're qualified to negotiate with me?"

Thales took a deep breath.

"Because if you don't agree."

Thales mustered his courage and tried his best to make his voice sound confident and steady:

"Then the entire camp, the entire western front, including your subordinates who hold you in the highest esteem, will know that the beautiful and charming Legendary Wing is actually a hypocrite who colludes with the orcs and framed the camp. She is their true enemy."

Roman's eyes flickered!
"And the lords of the Western Wilderness, such as the famous Duke Falkenhaus, will know that you went to great lengths to drive them away in disgrace and monopolize the Blade Fang Camp."

Thales gritted his teeth and said:

"And I assure you: when that happens, Baki Camp will never be yours."

The legendary Wings suddenly lowered its head!

This gave Thales a big fright.

"When you threaten me, do you realize you have no leverage whatsoever?"

At this moment, Roman was filled with murderous intent:
Even if you know all this, what can you do about it?

Thales felt a chill run down his spine.

He stared grimly at the Wings of Legend.

Roman snorted coldly, turning to reveal the royal guards in the distance—the latter, under the watchful eyes of the cavalry, were nervously awaiting the outcome.

"On the contrary, look at my bargaining chips—your prisoners are all well-fed and watered."

The legendary Wings stepped forward, carrying a subtle sense of oppression:
“Listen, Prince.”

“If you threaten me again,” Roman’s strikingly handsome appearance seemed to turn aggressive in that instant:

"I will kill one of them."

"Until they are all killed."

Thales clenched his fists secretly.

Ricky frowned as he watched the increasingly awkward atmosphere and instinctively took a step back.

“I could even knock you out right now and send you straight back to the capital.”

Legendary Wings' words were sharp as knives:

“For your own and their lives, you’d better not resort to foolishness.”

Roman slowly lowered his body until his amber eyes met Thales' gaze.

A warning flashed in his eyes:

"Because you are as weak as you are, you have no bargaining chips or power except for a useless title."

Thales swallowed unconsciously, feeling a tightness in his chest and a bitter taste in his mouth.

Damn.

This damn thing...

Roman looked at the trembling boy, who was too angry to speak, gave a soft snort, and straightened up.

"You should just go back to the capital with the cavalry. The Baki camp isn't going to entertain you."

He turned around, ready to leave.

Ricky shrugged, giving him a "now you understand" look.

Thales took a deep breath.

This damn thing...

All that good looks...

Damn military thug.

He was just...fed up.

Thales took one last deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes!

Ricky.

The prince's sudden words made the two of them stop in their tracks.

This time, Thales' tone was calm and indifferent:
"If even one of my prisoner subordinates were missing a single hair..."

Ricky turned around in confusion.

"Or maybe I'll get knocked out and sent away by this pretty boy..."

Roman narrowed his eyes unhappily.

"After you leave here, spread the word about your employment with the Wings of Legend, including the truth you just heard—spread it to the Blade Fang camp, spread it throughout the kingdom, and especially to the ears of the nobles of the Western Wilderness. Tell them everything."

Ricky was taken aback.

Legendary Wings frowned.

“You’re quite the joker, Your Highness,” the mercenary burst out laughing.

"Why do I..."

Thales suddenly raised his voice, interrupting him:
"Because I promise you in the name of the Star, just as the Red King promised the first Crassus!"

Thales' eyes burned with fury as he glared at Crassus, the sword of calamity.

"Once you complete this task, you will forever have the friendship of Thales Star and a place in the Star Kingdom!"

Ricky paused slightly.

Roman's expression slowly changed.

But Thales gritted his teeth and continued, resolute and determined:
"And I will tell you where the Black Sword is hiding, tell you its secrets, and tell you its ultimate power..."

"I'll even tell you the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer and how to use it—by the way, the weapon is called the Blade of Purification, and it is indeed a legendary anti-magic weapon that sealed away a calamity in Dragonfall City six years ago!"

The information contained in this passage was so overwhelming that the two of them were momentarily stunned and didn't react.

Ricky was slightly startled:
"What? Clean..."

Thales suddenly looked up!
"This promise is valid indefinitely, and you can keep it anytime."

Ricky was stunned.

But Thales' next words made the two men in front of him change color simultaneously:

"Now, Baron, if you're going to harm my people, you'd better kill Ricky too!"

Thales said fiercely:

"Unless you believe that in the future, when faced with the prospect of profit, this sword dealer will uphold his conscience and loyalty, resist my temptations, and keep your secret!"

At that moment, Ricky's expression was a mix of confusion and utterly fascinating. He stared blankly at Thales.

And the expression on Legendary Wings' face changed.

From indifference to shock and anger!
But Thales continued in a hurry:

"But you can't be sure how much Ricky told his gang, so the safest thing to do is to kill them all..."

At this moment, Thales's eyes were incredibly cold:

"Leave no one alive."

Ricky's face instantly fell.

"Your Highness...this, this..."

His gaze darted back and forth between Thales and Roman, seemingly unable to comprehend how the situation had changed so suddenly.

Thales snorted coldly at Ricky, his gaze fixed on the utterly shocked and enraged Winged Legend:

"What, you really think I called you here to sit in on this because we're good friends?"

Ricky's expression changed!
He glanced at Roman and said fiercely to Thales:
"Fuck you."

Thales scoffed lightly:
"You're welcome."

Ricky sighed and turned to Legendary Wings:
"Baron, you know me..."

"I could never... that little brat from Canxing..."

Roman didn't even look at him, but simply nodded slowly:

"I know."

Ricky seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he turned away sheepishly.

They all stared at the prince with gloomy and dissatisfied expressions.

But Thales could sense that the two of them were making eye contact less and less.

"you."

Roman stepped forward coldly, slowly raising his arm towards Thales, reaching for the white gun behind his back:

You don't understand him.

"And you don't understand your situation either."

Roman gently pulled out the shortened gun barrel.

Seeing the other person's actions, Thales' nerves began to tighten.

He took a deep breath and shouted:

"Where is he?"

Roman's arm paused slightly.

"Before you make a move, where did my bodyguard... that nameless man you mentioned go?"

Tyrell, suppressing his fear, turned to Ricky:

"Aren't you surprised?"

Ricky was clearly recalling some unpleasant memories.

He turned around warily and looked around.

Thales raised his eyebrows with a serious expression:
"Oh no, this is bad."

Roman frowned, his expression grim.

Thales sneered:

“Because once I’m knocked unconscious by you, he’ll immediately run to Duke Falkenhausen’s bedside and tell him everything, especially Prince Thales’ advice: no matter how badly the Wings of Legends push them, no matter how heavy the losses or how badly they lose face, the noble lords of the Western Wilderness must not withdraw their troops, must not leave, must not give up!”

Thales gritted his teeth in hatred:
"They must take root firmly in the Blade Fang camp! They cannot allow anyone to interfere in the power affairs there, not even the three renowned Star Commanders!"

Legendary Wings gripped the gun more and more tightly.

The prince pointed in the direction of Baki's camp:
"Because that's what His Majesty the King promised them, it's the reward they deserve for saving His Highness the Prince, it's their most legitimate property, and they can't give it up no matter what crisis or predicament they face!"

"I will let them know that Baki Camp belongs only to them!"

Thales was panting, staring intently at the person in front of him.

The legendary Winged One was breathing rapidly, his eyes bulging with rage.

He turned his head and stared intently at the empty sand around him.

But the only answer he received was the rustling of the wind.

Thales spoke slowly, word by word:

"Now, either take action and wait for my Nameless One, or Ricky next to you to inform on you."

These words made Ricky, who was standing next to him, even more unhappy.

"Let them destroy everything you've done these past few months, and forever lose your army, your position, your power, your reputation, and the Baki Camp you've fought for for over a decade,"

"Either put your weapons away and listen to my terms."

The words fell.

Roman's gun trembled slightly as he gripped it angrily.

Ricky looked at the prince in disbelief.

“You,” the voice of the Winged Legend changed, no longer melodious and clear, but chillingly sharp:
"Believe it or not, if I disregard everything—"

But Thales interrupted him sharply:
"Believe me or not, you can kill me right now."

Thales took a deep breath, looking at the incredibly handsome yet terrifying legendary Wing:

"of course."

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Because in this world, all those useless people who only know how to worship strength..."

"That's what everyone thinks."

Roman's eyes changed.

From disgust and disdain, it turned into anger and hatred.

It also carried an ominous glow.

"Because they have become so poor that all they have left is the worship of power."

Thales frowned:
"And this kind of thinking dooms them to be useless, even if they have power."

He suddenly remembered the black sword.

He recalled the image of the other person rushing headlong into the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

I recalled what he had told me about true strength.

For some reason, Thales felt much more at ease when that scene came to mind.

It was as if the fear and tension had been leveled.

"waste?"

"You really dare to say that." Roman's words came through his teeth, filled with hatred.

Thales took a deep breath and said quietly:

“You know, Roman, many of my enemies, just like you now, either only care about my status or only pay attention to my talented subordinates.”

"They felt that the Little Prince, apart from this one, had neither bargaining chips nor strength, and was nothing but a weakling who couldn't even lift a sword, and was worthless."

"But you all made the same mistake."

Roman narrowed his eyes slightly, but his anger showed no signs of abating.

The next moment, with a "whoosh," the short gun in his hand instantly extended, revealing a menacing and sharp spearhead!

Thales instinctively shrank back.

Stay calm, Thales.

Stay steady.

He just wanted to knock me out...

And before that...

“What you call bargaining chips and power,” Thales clenched his fist, forcing himself to speak:
"It is only truly important in the hands of those who know how to use it."

The fear in his heart slowly dissipated, and the trembling in his body disappeared from his senses.

“Because what matters is not the stakes or the power,” the prince said softly.

"It's the people who use them."

At that moment, Ricky looked at him differently.

Thales raised his head, his eyes bright and alert.

It pierces straight at the legendary wings that are filled with fury and power.

"Please allow me to reintroduce myself, Your Excellency."

Facing the imposing and handsome man before him, the boy smiled:

"Tales Shining Star".

"I don't need to be a king."

"I can make you pay too."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The rage in the eyes of the legendary Wing was beyond measure.

All sounds disappeared, except for the piercing sound of Thales' heartbeat.

one second.

two seconds.

In the third second, the tip of the gun in front of Thales twitched!
For a fleeting moment, the boy's hair stood on end, and the lifeless sin of the River of Hell surged uncontrollably!
He almost thought that the terrifying-looking Legendary Wing was about to stab him with his gun.

but……

A few seconds later, the spear tip continued to move slowly, haltingly...

It drooped down.

Finally, the Wings of Legend lowered their arms.

It seemed as if he had used all his strength in his entire life to complete this movement.

A few seconds later, all the sounds returned to the boy's ears as his blood returned to normal.

Thales then closed his eyes and slowly exhaled.

It felt like I had escaped a disaster.

"you."

Roman, suppressing his anger with a forced smile, slowly nodded:

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Roman slowly slung the gun back to his back.

Ricky, standing to the side, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, it's not that I'm not afraid of death."

Looking at the spear tip that had returned to its original position, Thales relaxed his shoulder and smiled.

"only……"

"I believe in the legendary Wings who, after traversing the desert alone for twenty years, facing the threats of the desert and the exclusion of nobles, still managed to carve out a bloody path and forge a name for themselves..."

"Much smarter than the trash."

Roman raised an eyebrow.

Thales stared intently at him:
"so……"

"Transaction complete?"

Roman ignored him and stared at Thales for a long time.

Until the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Thales looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Surprisingly, the Winged Legend turned around and glanced at Ricky:

"You're not really going to tell on us, are you?"

Ricky sighed, glancing at the grotesque skull on the other man's left shoulder:
"I really like my head."

"Especially when it was still on my shoulder."

Roman gave a cold laugh.

Thales stared at them blankly, completely bewildered.

A few seconds later, the Wings of Legend turned around:

"Child, how dare you threaten me with the ownership of the Baki Camp..."

"But what do you think about everything that's happening here now..."

Is it really just my wish?

Thales' expression stiffened slightly.

"The standing army stationed at the Baki camp has fewer than two thousand men, and fewer than five hundred cavalry," Roman sneered.
"But this time, all the standing troops stationed in the Western Wilderness and the Central Territory have been brought in to provide support. Many of them are even rotation soldiers from the Duanlong Fortress. There are more than two thousand cavalry alone."

"Just to match the local conscription power of the Western Wilderness."

"Do you know what this means?"

Legendary Wings sneered:
Do you really think they're just here to take you home?

Thales's face darkened.

I really just came here...

Is he here to take you home...?

The words of the legendary Wings lingered in my mind.

He took a deep breath and cleared his mind.

"I know."

The boy seemed to have suffered a blow; he forced a smile and said dejectedly:
"A mobilization of troops, under the pretext of welcoming the prince, was used to test the strength of the Western Wilderness..."

Thales looked up, gazing at the burning camp in the distance, lost in thought:

"Once a weakness is found, it is dealt a severe blow to the opponent, weakening their strength, damaging their reputation, extinguishing their ambition, and strengthening influence and control over the border regions and deserts."

"While demonstrating its own strength, it will once again bring the restless feudal lords back to their submissive state."

I know.

Just like before.

Thales first thought of the Arund family in the North, then of the dragon blood that followed, and couldn't help but let out a slow sigh:

"It achieves multiple benefits without any waste."

"That really fits..."

"His style."

he.

A gust of wind blew by, and the legendary Wings earrings swayed slightly.

The three of them were silent for a while.

"So you understand, you understand how big this matter is, how wide it involves, and even the secret service is involved."

Ricky rubbed his lower back, looking rather uncomfortable.

"But you're still so...reckless?"

As the sun continued to rise, the desert began to transform from its gloomy, cold color into an endless expanse of golden yellow.

“You said, Ricky,” Thales said, sounding rather dejected.
"The power to end is the warrior himself."

"And the sin of the River of Hell is not merely waiting to be imitated."

Ricky was taken aback at first, then laughed.

Legendary Wings chuckled softly, seemingly having shed his anger and murderous intent.

This made his face look exceptionally sunny and radiant.
“Thales, right?”

Roman stepped forward slowly.

He placed one hand on Thales' shoulder and looked straight into the boy's eyes.

"Conflicts in the desert may come and go, fighting and stopping intermittently."

His eyes reflected the endless horizon of sand dunes and wasteland, making Thales somewhat distracted.

The Baron gazed intently at Thales:
"But you'd better remember this."

The Legendary Wings' expression at that moment was extremely complex:
"The war in the Palace of Resurgence..."

"Never to end."

Thales was taken aback at first, then fell silent.

Fuxing Palace.

Ricky curled the corners of his mouth and nodded at Roman.

Legendary Wings gave a soft hum and released Thales's shoulder.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"...only then can you stop mischievously ruining your father's plans?"

At that moment, Thales finally felt relieved.

He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of unnecessary thoughts.

The boy looked into the distance, at the group of people who were anxiously and expectantly watching them.

Roman and Ricky also turned their gazes away.

“Those prisoners in the dark cell were all former members of the royal guard.”

Barney Jr., Belletti, Tardin, Cannon, Brie.

and also……

Sakel.

At that moment, a flicker of hesitation crossed Thales' eyes.

“I know, a bunch of stubborn old men who won’t die.” Roman frowned and nodded as he watched the figure of the Punisher Knights from afar.

Thales gently closed his eyes.

"You expect me, as the jailer, to turn a blind eye and let them go?" Legendary Wings whispered from behind.

The next second, the prince decisively opened his eyes!
"Do not."

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were cold.

"I want you……"

Thales said coldly:

"Kill them."

(With a flourish) Let's see who dares to call me a "broken-word dog" now! Who else? Who?
By Wujian, who had a murderous look on his face.
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(End of this chapter)