The others stared blankly at the terrifying black hole on Raphael's arm, and listened to the Black Prophet's voice ringing in their ears in a daze, completely unable to react.

Tails' thoughts stopped on the scar on Raphael's hand and the unknown thing underneath, and the little slippery head clutched at his arm, trembling slightly, not daring to look at the black hole.

Whya's face was ugly in front of Tails, unconsciously holding down the single-edged sword at his waist, Rolf's expression was hidden under half of the mask, but his constantly twitching brow said it all.

Cohen's eyes widened in shock at the strange appearance of his old friend, while Miranda stared at Raphael's arm, his breathing shriveling.

"Communication category: Flying squirrel," Raphael seemed weak, his face straightened up, and while signaling the others with his eyes to calm down, he said something that no one else could understand to the strange black hole in his arm:

"The white gloves are stained with blood, and the double-edged gun is broken. ”

Tails frowned slightly: This is a code?

Raphael's words fell, and the cell fell silent.

Suddenly, the sharp teeth around the black hole suddenly wriggled.

Almost everyone was breathing, and Waiya was so nervous that she even unsheathed the sword in her hand.

The next moment, the ethereal but clear voice came from Raphael's arm again as the black hole moved:

"Who's there?" said the Black Prophet's voice coldly.

Raphael looked up.

"Second Prince, his retinue," Raphael's red eyes swept over the prince and the men behind him, and then over Cohen and Miranda, with complicated eyes, "and the two I spoke of earlier." ”

The black hole was quiet again.

"Your Highness," Raphael's breathing steadied, and the weakness he had just opened the black hole from his arm seemed to fade away, "Ask for the Dragon's Blood." ”

Tails swallowed the feeling of disgust at the disgusting, toothy black hole—his tolerance for nausea had increased greatly since he met the Blood Magician—and the prince gasped, frowned, and asked:

"What the hell is this?"

There was nothing to see inside the black hole, only a bottomless darkness, but Tails knew that it was not Raphael's arm or flesh inside.

In the dim light, the prince looked at the black hole in disbelief and asked everyone's doubts: "That's ...... Morat's voice?"

Raphael looked at him deeply and did not speak.

It was the black hole that squirmed again.

"Your Highness Tails," a hoarse voice came, but changed the person to whom he was talking, "Do you know who I am?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the second prince.

Raphael nodded at him and pointed the black hole in his arm at Tails.

Instead of looking at the black hole, Tails closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He got rid of any distractions in his head, forgetting the unpleasant encounter in the Mindis Hall.

"Of course, Lord Hansen," Tails opened his eyes and said calmly into the black hole, "impressed, dare not or forget." ”

The others watched the scene with different expressions.

The black hole squirmed again, and from inside came Morat's hoarse old sneer.

"Don't be nervous, Your Highness, I'm not with you," the Black Prophet's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, making people's hearts uneasy, "Of course, you can also think of me as if I was there for you—if that reassures you." ”

Tails smiled awkwardly and ugly.

Although he didn't know if the Black Prophet could see it.

"So, what do you want to know?" said the Black Prophet slowly.

"Fifteen minutes," Raphael silently reminded from the side, "don't forget, their next round." ”

I wanted to know what - Tails clenched his fists slightly, his brain racing, and scenes flashed before his eyes.

"Everything," he said, looking up, without hesitation, "about this operation of the Rumba, about the death of King Nunn—I want to know everything that the secret department has in his hands. ”

There was the sound of eating laughter from the black hole.

Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with uncomfortable expressions.

"Well," said the Black Prophet's voice at last, though still unpleasant, "where shall I start?" ”

Tails didn't speak, he was waiting for Morat.

"Well, there's a good point in time," the Black Prophet on the other side said softly, "the year of blood." ”

Hearing the term again, Tails only felt his heart start pounding again.

Miranda and Raphael looked up in unison, silently glancing at each other, reading emotions that only each other could understand.

"At the height of the stars' troubles, an Earl of the Black Sand brought Exeter's letter of state, or declaration of war," the Black Prophet's voice was as hoarse as ever, but surprisingly calm, "That Earl has just made a name for himself in the Northlands—he has stepped over his brother's corpse and seized the inheritance of the Grand Duke of the Black Sands, following the traditional and cruel ancient customs of the Northlands. ”

Tails felt the little slippery head grasp his hand tightened slightly.

"When he said Nunn's request to the entire court, when the war between the dragon and the stars was inevitable," Morat continued, "The former king has seized the identity of the heir of the Black Sand Lord, the envoy of Exeter, and must be a bargaining chip for war. ”

Tails clenched his fists slightly, and the story that Rumba told in the carriage cut off the day he sent to the stars, but what the prince didn't expect was that he could actually hear the follow-up from the mouth of the Black Prophet.

The Black Prophet continued, "However, a wise Highness has concluded after investigating the secret science that the purpose of Longxiao City is to use our hands to execute Chaman Rumba, who must have hated his brother-killer nephew. ”

Tails' eyebrows moved: Wise Highness?

"So, after some secret talk, Charman Rumba was successfully 'rescued' by his subordinates," the Black Prophet laughed, as if enjoying the memory: "His Highness Midil told me that he saw something unusual in the eyes of the young Count of Rumba. ”

Midil Bright Star.

Tails pulled the name out of his recollections: the eldest son and crown prince of the first king, his uncle.

"Unusual?" Tails frowned slightly, "You mean Rumba's hatred of Nunn VII, Walton and Dragons?"

From the black hole came Morat's cold snort of emotion, which seemed to be mockery and sarcasm.

"Throughout the ages, every Grand Duke of Exeter has hated the man who sits on the throne of the Commons, not necessarily Walton or necessarily Lombard," said the Black Prophet hoarsely, "but why Chaman alone?" I think His Highness Midil has his own reasons. ”

"A seed is planted and grows in secret for twelve years," Morat seems to sigh, "even though Midil is no longer visible." ”

Tails' nerves tightened.

"Wait, the contact between Myko and Rumba started twelve years ago?" the second prince looked up in shock, "In the first place, why didn't you stop his plot to assassinate Moral and prevent the war crisis between the two countries......?"

His reaction was interrupted by the Black Prophet.

"Contact?, you misunderstood," the hoarse voice in the black hole snorted, "Rumba has always been independent and free, and the secret department has neither bought nor controlled him: that is the most efficient method. ”

"It's a tacit understanding. ”

"We didn't see each other for twelve years, we didn't see each other. ”

"But when the time came, we opened our eyes together from our dormancy and saw each other in the infinite darkness. ”

The Black Prophet's words became colder and colder, and at that moment, Tails even felt that the other end of the black hole was a ferocious beast that preyed.

No, it's a venomous snake.

In the dimly lit cell, Tails stared at the black hole in Raphael's hand in a daze, and said nothing.

Across from him, Cohen let out a long sigh and a look of uncertainty on his face.

"Damn conspiracy. The vigilante muttered under his breath.

No one paid attention to him, and everyone listened to the words of the Black Prophet:

"Since your identity was established, especially since your assassination under the Broken Dragon Fortress......"

"The plot of Rumba and Pellefit to try to break Walton's monopoly on the throne has been exposed," Morat on the other side of the black hole let out a grim laugh:

"Secrets knew: the time had come. ”

Tails bit his lower lip and exhaled, "Since then, you know that it was Piffett who did it, and you know Rumba's plan?"

The Black Prophet sneered, but did not answer.

It was Raphael who answered him.

"No, we don't care about the truth and details," the young man from the secret department held his right arm and quietly looked at the hideous black hole on his arm, "What we care about is very simple and pure, and that is the iron-forged fact of 'Exeter is unstable'.

"That's right, we're not just working with Rumba," Raphael whispered, looking down and with an uncertain expression, "and we also provided him with the only help, and it was the most crucial part of his plan." ”

Miranda looked at him steadily, her face unpredictable.

Tails closed his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then struggled to spit out the word: "Calamity." ”

Raphael nodded.

"Not long before your mission, Your Highness," Raphael looked up, all emotions on his face vanished, "An old gangster related to the Magi suffered a crushing defeat in the royal capital. ”

"Because of this fiasco, the scourge of blood, which had been lost for many years, was forced to reappear. ”

The Black Prophet's laughter was heard again.

"Perfect time, perfect piece," Morat sighed meaningfully, as if admiring a work of art: "And the perfect executor – there is no better 'help' for Charman Rumba." ”

Tails felt a chill in his heart.

The Black Prophet's laughter came again.

"We've faked some small news," said the master of the secret department with interest on the other side of the black hole, "and threw out a half-truth and half-false bait, enough to lure the Blood Demon Master north." ”

"Ramon, I remember he's the one the Blood Vials are after," Tails came back to his senses and suddenly realized, "So, he didn't get into my team by accident, did he?"

Raphael smiled at him with a smile that was almost equal to nothing.

"In this way, the Blood Demon Master was introduced to Longxiao City by us," the Black Prophet said lightly, "This chess piece has completed the layout, just wait for someone qualified to activate it." ”

Little Slippery let out a frightened whimper—Tails knew what she remembered.

Eligible people...... Initiate......

Tails remembered the moment when the Black Sword rushed towards the Blood Magire without hesitation.

But.

"Introducing Longxiao City...... Activation?" Tails muttered to himself.

Tails clenched his fists.

His eyes flashed before the countless people in the shield area struggling, wailing, crying, and then dying powerlessly from suffocation or falling into tentacles.

He remembered that he and the little slippery head had run for their lives.

In every corner they ran behind them, there were countless dead bodies.

"Pawn?" Tails gritted his teeth and looked up.

"You put that ...... Use the calamity as a pawn?" the second prince held back the unhappiness in his heart: "What gives you such confidence that you can control the legendary calamity and control those forces that destroy the world?"

Raphael turned his head and glanced at him.

"Confidence?"

Raphael snorted coldly:

"In all the recorded history, no matter how powerful the power, no matter how terrifying the existence, even those monsters that can shatter the continent in a single thought, are just a noise of noise for a while, a fleeting cloud of smoke. ”

"No one has ever been able to conquer everything by strength," Raphael raised his hand and nodded his head, "so you don't have to be superstitious about power." ”

"That's the confidence of Miko. ”

"In the face of the truly strong, even if it is a disaster, it is just a pawn. ”

Tails slammed.

A real powerhouse......

"That's it," Tails looked up, his eyes full of suspicion, "who told you that?"

Raphael's eyelids jumped, and he stared at Tails.

But the young man silently spoke: "My teacher." ”

Tails' heart moved.

"Go on," Miranda began, her cold voice standing out from her cell, "what are you going to do with it, the scourge?"

The Black Prophet let out a low, hoarse laugh again.

"Last night, we set in motion the Scourge of Blood as planned," Raphael picked up the Black Prophet's words at this point, "King Nunn soon learned of the news - a legendary monster was wreaking havoc in his city. ”

"That's what we're all about," Raphael said, glancing around at the people around him, and his tone returned to his previous nonchalant tone, "just to achieve two goals." ”

"First, divert and transfer two powerful legendary anti-demon weapons. He said coldly.

Cohen frowned slightly: "Lead away, lead away from the calamity?"

Raphael looked at his old friend and smiled mysteriously.

"No," said the young man of Myko, softly, "get away from King Nunn's side." ”

Tails was a thriller, and he remembered the man with the gun and Nicolai when the Black Sword led him into battle.

They are all, and they are all deliberately led away......

"The Soul Lance, which can kill people with a single blow, and the Soul Breaker, which can create an absolute barrier," Raphael explained softly, "would be a great obstacle for the Assassins to deal with Nunn." ”

"What about the second target?" said Miranda.

Raphael turned his head and looked at the female swordsman beside him.

This time, there was something more indescribable in his eyes.

"Second, the same calamity was used to strip Nunn from the siege of the army and the guards. He looked Miranda in the eye and continued.

"The more enemies there are, the stronger the Blood Magician will be—in order to deal with them, you must give up your numerical superiority," Raphael took his eyes off Miranda's body, and his eyes slowly focused: "Sure enough, King Nunn, as we expected, ordered martial law to be imposed on the city, evacuate the people, transfer patrols, and strictly prohibit the conscription of militia. ”

The Black Prophet sighed faintly on the other side of the black hole, and Tails could hear it: it was a heartfelt sigh.

"In the last thirty years of his reign, King Nunn has never been as fragile as he was last night, far from the protection of the army and the armed forces," Raphael said softly, "and leave the rest to Lomba." ”

His voice fell.

Silence returned to the cell.

Until Cohen, who couldn't hold back any longer, spoke in disbelief.

"This is, is the truth about the disaster that befell Longxiao City?" the vigilant officer gritted his teeth, remembered the hearty big belt, and said hatefully: "So many people died? pay such a big price...... Just for ......"

Raphael interrupted him.

"Going to great lengths to bring the calamity to Longxiao City, of course, it can't be so naïve to make it find some trouble," the young man in the secret department snorted coldly, "Our goal was clear from the beginning - Nunn's death. ”

Cohen lowered his head, his fists clenched, his expression unrecognizable.

The words of the Black Prophet reappear at this time:

"With the help of the hand of an Archduke of Exeter, we overthrew the throne of the co-king. ”

"For the first time in history, an Archduke of the Northland has killed a reigning king. ”

"Never before has Necajou's oath of co-governance been violated so badly. “

Tails felt the little slippery head behind him shrink slightly, not knowing whether it was fear or pain.

"Exeter will be in endless chaos from now on. ”

"The mighty dragon's blood spilled on the north, dying, and the dragon's wings fell to the ground and could no longer rise," Morat sighed softly, as if recalling those glorious years in the past:

"This is the top-secret plan that the secret department has been preparing for twelve years, from the beginning of the scarlet years, from the conception of His Highness Midir. ”

"Codename: 'Dragon's Blood'. ”