Jodel, Gilbert, and Jenny, who looked worried and turned back from time to time, walked out of the banquet hall silently with different steps and moods. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the unextinguished lights in the hall, only Tails, who sat on the main seat, and Morat, who stood far behind the banquet table, remained.

Silent.

But nervous.

Tails feigned a relaxed relief of his shoulders and pulled out a smile that he used to use in his beggar days.

But he still felt that the devouring gaze of the old man in black was still fixed on him.

Tails felt the strange atmosphere in front of him, and doubts kept popping up in his heart, and his mind clung to the only information he had.

The head of the Kingdom Secret Branch.

Intelligence Chief.

Black Prophet.

Viper.

Know my former beggar status.

There is also Hongfang Street and ...... Magician.

"I'm not going to talk nonsense, kid," said Morat, who seemed to lose his patience, abandoning his former warmth and voice, his hoarse voice extremely harsh:

"I just want to know the night you escaped from Red Square Street. ”

"Everything he said to you when he met the Qi Magician. ”

How did he know that Ashida was talking to me?

Yodel, he, betrayed me?

Tails' brain was running like crazy, only this time, there were so many variables and information to deal with.

What did Yodel tell him, how much, and what did Morat know?

About Ashida, about the Blood Vials, about ...... My magic energy is "out of control"?

But in any case, Tails affirmed in his nervous heart that I had to keep myself safe first.

Ever since that night, when Quaid had come to the sixth room in search of the copper in his private possession, he, the beggar Tails, or the would-be heir, seemed to have become accustomed to struggling to survive in the midst of a stormy fate.

"What?" Tails' face showed just the right amount of confusion, and then he suddenly said seamlessly, "Oh, mages, you mean, the legendary bosses of the Blood Vials?"

Morat narrowed his eyes slightly, as if in confusion and hesitation.

Tails pretended to be reminiscing, and scratched his head lightly: "That night, I remember everything was a mess, and it was everywhere...... The words of the Boss of the Blood Vial Gang......"

But things didn't go his way.

"Kid!"

He was interrupted.

Morat grimaced on crutches, and the voice reached Tails' ears.

"You have a talent for lying and acting. But what I want to ask is," Morat's eyes widened suddenly, and his dark eyes shot into Tails's eyes, making people feel a chill: "Your old friend, Ashida Saxon!"

Tails was shocked.

"I repeat. ”

"What did Ashida tell you before Yodel appeared and sealed him?"

Morat's eyes burned as he waited for his answer.

The interrupted Tails stopped dumbly and lowered his head.

What does he know?

Does he know I've met Ashida? Or did he see through me?

Either point - the drum beating in the heart of the traverser - is too bad.

This old man—Tails tried to calm down—was probably the toughest guy I'd ever faced.

But since he asked, he probably didn't know—Tails gritted his teeth—didn't know what Ashida had told me.

In particular, I'm the same thing as Ashida.

But Morat's next sentence shattered his thoughts again.

"Let me remind you again, child," Morat laughed unpleasantly:

"Ashida, I've found a newborn magician, right? ”

At that moment, Tails's mood was like falling straight into an ice cave!

Yodel, the traverser panicked, what did Yodel say to him?

Why is he so sure?

"Hehe," Morat laughed eerily.

"People are afraid of me, not for nothing. Step by step, the old man in black stepped forward with a cane and approached Tails.

At that moment, Tails even had the desire to run away.

"I'm an anomaly—and even though I don't like it, it does help me a lot. ”

Bad thoughts flashed through Tails' mind.

"There's no need for you to lie about the Qi Magician. ”

"I can see it clearly in your brain - Ashida, ah, that handsome little white face in blue, God, he's still so young!"

Morat's words hit Tails in the chest like a hammer!

But the interested Morat was not over yet, and his words made Tails chill more than the last.

"What's that in Ashida's hand, a blue ball?"

"Look at those three meat balls, does he still like to play with squeezing human flesh so much?"

"Well, why is it pitch black? Where the hell are you?"

Morat's face was full of relish, as if he was flipping through an interesting travelogue.

Tails, whose brain was blank, began to tremble unconsciously.

Blue?

Little white face?

Blue balls?

Squeezing human flesh?

Pitch black?

How did he know? How could he possibly know?

Tails even felt like his breathing was about to stop.

Morat seemed to be tired, he lowered his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Ah, this ability is really hard to use, and I can't use it often." ”

He then raised his head, grinned, and looked at the already sluggish Tails:

"That's why people call me the 'Black Prophet.'" ”

Tails was speechless in shock.

I saw Morat gently open his lips and spit out the most poisonous words for the traverser:

"Yes, kid. ”

"I can read people's hearts. ”

That's when Tails really sensed that he was about to die.

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"What now," Standing in the corridor on the second floor, a first-class court lady, Ji Ni looked at the two men in front of her with a bad face: "You know Morat's ability and ability, he will use secrets, information, scandals, everything you can think of, to control anyone he wants to control." ”

"You can let that kid ......," said Jenny, pacing a few steps, hatefully, "he's smart, mature, and has potential—but that's the Black Prophet!"

"The all-knowing 'Black Prophet'!"

"I know what he's capable of," said Gilbert heavily, "how do you think the Peace of the Fortress would have been signed without the help of the Secret Branch?"

"Then you still let him go—what the hell does that bastard of Kessel think!" Ji Ni was so angry that she slapped her palm on the railing on the second floor, and with great force, she directly concave the cedar railing.

At this time, Gilbert frowned and suddenly turned around.

Ji Ni, who felt something different, also turned her head in confusion.

There were only two of them in the huge corridor, except for the motionless guards.

At some point, the yodel had disappeared.

Again.

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Meanwhile.

At the north gate of Yongxing City, the guards and city guards finished their day's standing guard and were preparing to pull down the giant gate and close the magnificent inkstone gate.

It was another peaceful day...... The captain of the last shift of the city defense thought so, waved his hand, and prepared for the shift.

But on the city gate, the soldiers standing guard saw sharply, and in the distance, several figures on horses galloped towards the king's capital.

Behind them was a white flag.

"Wait, don't close the gates!" shouted the sentry at the gate in a loud voice, "There are fast horses!

The captain ascended the gate in confusion and looked at the cavalry in the distance.

It wasn't until the other party approached that the captain was surprised to see that the other party was holding a flying eagle flag with a white background.

Flying eagle on a white background?

If the sentry post five miles away did not stop them, they should have been important messengers, but ......

The captain took a step forward with a solemn face, and he shouted:

"The king is in front!

"City defense team, intercept formation!"

Under the city gate, dozens of soldiers of the city defense team immediately shouted, the sword was unsheathed, the shield formed a wall, and the stars shimmered, blocking the city gate, forming a formation in the direction of the cavalry!

"Knight, slow down at once!" "Captain, call us out!" shouted the captain.

I saw that the knight under the city raised his head, but his speed did not slow, he raised a scroll, and shouted anxiously:

"An urgent letter from Lord of Hancastle, Duke of the Guardian of the North, Lord Val Arend!"

"Emergency Level: Seventh Class!"

"Your Majesty!"

"No one shall stand in the way!"

"The Duke will be here later!"

"This is an adult's warrant!"

As he spoke, the knight raised his hand, and the scroll tied to the stone flew up the city gate in an incredible way, and was firmly grasped in the hand of the captain with super-rank strength.

He is a master, worthy of the knight of the Northlands-the captain felt the strength in his hand and thought silently.

But when the captain had unwrapped the fire paint on it, swept it over, and checked the signatures and imprints on it, he nodded.

The captain stepped up to the outer edge of the city gate in three or two steps, and shouted to the formation below:

"Everyone, disperse!

"Thank you!" the knights at the gates rushed past the soldiers who had cleared the way, and under the astonished gaze of the passers-by, they whipped their mounts desperately and galloped towards the center of the royal capital.

"Speed, speed, speed up!" The leading knight's face was crazy, and he urged the whole team without hesitation!

The captain looked at the knight who was far away, and his face was not good: "Don't close the door yet, if what he said is true, we still have a guardian duke of the northern realm to greet." ”

Urgency level, seventh and so on?

The most urgent report and letter I have encountered since I took office, that is, the military report of His Majesty leading the coalition forces to defeat the barren bones and orcs, right?

What's going on here?

He was puzzled.

The captain hesitated, but turned his head and asked his colleagues behind him:

"Seventh class emergency level report, when was the last time?"

Everyone in the city defense team looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

"Do we have a seventh-class emergency level?" asked one young soldier, even scratching his head.

There was silence.

"Yes, seventh. ”

A heavy voice came, and the soldiers turned their heads to look at the innermost veteran.

I saw the veteran's face blue, as if he was recalling some terrible past:

"Last ......"

He muttered with white lips:

"Twelve years ago. ”