Camp Bladefang, the dungeon of bones, not far from the ground exit.

In the dark night, a chubby man stood in the low alley, silently watching the huge hemispherical fortress in front of him, the most famous prison in the Western Wilderness and even in the whole star.

He caged his sleeves, stared at the darkness, smashing his lips and smacking.

A slightly heavier footstep sounded from behind him.

"The Prison of Bones, no matter how many times you look at it, is as ...... as the Ghost Prince Tower"

The fat man didn't look at the scene behind him, because he knew who was coming, but sighed, "Both things are equally annoying." ”

The slightly heavier footsteps stopped behind him.

The fat man yawned in the darkness and cold wind, still not looking back: "You came out, so fast?"

The man behind him seemed to nod.

A slightly thick voice came out faintly, with a slight coldness and alienation: "Ten minutes ago, their ground guard was relaxed. ”

Listening to this repulsive tone, the slightly chubby man shrugged his shoulders.

But he knew that the people behind him had always been like this, and he didn't care.

Until the fat man turned his face and glanced at the person behind him.

Just one glance scared him into disarray, jumped up from the ground, and jumped three feet sideways!

I can't wait to get as far away from the people behind me as possible.

"Oh my God!

The fat man suppressed his voice desperately, put his hands in front of him, and looked at his colleagues around him in shock.

Looking at the latter's revealing outfit, it is too sexy to be sexy.

Look at the dazzling makeup of your companion with red thrush and glossy lip gloss.

Looking at the other party's slender posture and charming movements, he casually pulled the loose shoulder straps, and put a piece of shoulder skin exposed in the wind and sand, along with the bulging chest scenery, into the tulle-like clothing.

But......

But......

The fat man couldn't stop trembling all over his body, and pointed at Norbu with a trembling finger: "I know it's a job need, disguise, sneaking into the crowd or something, but, it's ......"

He looked at his colleague in horror:

"But do you have to put on a gaudy costume, scratch your head, and dress up as a street prostitute?"

Nobu turned his head and let his light clothes flutter in the cold wind, almost unable to cover his body, which made the slightly chubby man on one side shiver again:

"Questions?"

The tone is understated.

The chubby guy couldn't bear to look at each other, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile:

"Of course it's fine, except for the only ......"

The fat man took a sharp breath and bitterly told the truth:

"You're a big guy -- "

"Man!"

In the screams that deliberately lowered his voice, the man named Nobu just looked at his sturdy body shrouded in tulle, and the clouds were light:

"Questions?"

The fat man almost fainted, he hid back in the alley, pressed his forehead and said sadly:

"Oh my god, Nobu, you know what your women's clothes look like...... Is it simply environmental pollution? Look at your blue stubble with lipstick, your bloody mouth, your tiger's back, and your ......."

The more the fat man spoke, the more sad he became, and Nobu couldn't help but look back at him.

"Oh no, please don't turn your head, don't turn your head to look at me! I have to go back and wash my eyes today, your visual lethality after disguise is too great......"

The fat man's afterglow caught a glimpse of the other party's light and flexible skirt, and saw the thick legs and thick leg hair looming underneath, and his cheeks twitched involuntarily.

Coupled with huge pectoral muscles......

And a serious face......

The fat man only felt a churn in his abdomen.

The goddess of the moon is above, don't wait for the end of the book, just throw the meteorite down now, and smash me to death with him!

Nobu looked at his shocking outfit again, and grinned nonchalantly.

The stubble's smile was so charming that it almost scared the man who had just recovered his breath into cardiac arrest.

"That's the essence, Gomez, like your reaction right now. ”

Nobu said to Gomez with a faint confidence:

"When I pretend to be a woman, I deliberately contrast the ugliness and discomfort brought about by it, break through the conventional abruptness and surprise, but make people subconsciously turn their heads to avoid it, and you won't have much interest in paying attention to whether a crappy male prostitute with a cross-dresser will have other secrets - such as whether he is a person with a heart who has deliberately lurked. ”

Nobu said, habitually reaching out and squeezing his non-existent forehead hair.

Gomez patted his chest in shock, still insisting on talking to his colleagues only in the afterglow:

"You...... Are you sure you read too much bard?"

Nobu glanced sideways at Gomez, his eyebrows looking forward to life, as if angry.

Gomez once again had the urge to retire immediately.

Gomez could only exhale painfully, pointed to the prison of bones in the distance, and said to his compassionate colleague:

"Forget it...... So, what are we going to eat for this meal today?"

"What to eat?" Gomez no longer subconsciously flicked his sleeve and shook his head steadily:

"The list of informants is clearly with you. ”

The chubby Gomez blushed and coughed before pulling out a piece of paper from his belt and slowly unfolding it.

"Okay, let me see ......"

Gomez looked at the paper in his hand, and suddenly he was full of energy and energy, and the haze that he had almost been scared to death by Nobu before seemed to be swept away.

"Well, first of all, appetizers and appetizers," he said, looking with interest at the Prison of Bones in the distance, and his tone was subdued:

"A personal envoy of the Northland Prince-Killer King. ”

Gomez stopped talking, held back his nausea, and looked at Norbu, who was dressed as a woman: "Did you see him when you were inside?"

Nobu still looked indifferent, just nodded slightly.

"Russell Vader, the former baron of the border of Longxiao City, witnessed and confirmed," Nobu was as calm as ever, only a rare trace of seriousness in his eyes, "Six years ago, I followed him all the way to carry out surveillance until I entered Eternal Star City. ”

Gomez nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his short index finger to put a little more weight on Russell's name, and the momentum was like a lord stamping a warrant.

I saw Gomez say sadly in the cold wind:

"Well, this former baron may be inconspicuous, but he has the most connection, the most special position, the key to connecting everything, the Lord has instructions, be sure to ask him about his relationship with the dark room, and maybe pull out the nails of the dark room—well, yes, the appetizer, the quantity is small and the quality is good, and the entrance is exquisite. ”

Nob nodded expressionlessly.

Gomez blew on the paper on his hand and shifted his gaze to the next person.

Then, the much-anticipated main course. ”

Gomez's eyes lit up again: "Wow, guess what we have?"

"A whole pot of shadow assassins, full of sincerity!"

He was elated.

As before, Nobu spoke slowly, responding to Gomez's gaze.

"Kausse, surname ominous, former Northland street child, code name 'Drill', confirmed by eyewitness. ”

Just listen to Norbu's bland words:

He was the most valuable target in it, as described in Operation Shadow Capture six years ago, and the Lord was very concerned about him, especially to find the nail he had placed on the upper floors of the Western Wilderness. ”

Gomez smirked and slurped, as if he were tasting a finest steak:

"This is perhaps the biggest gathering of the Shadow Shield since eighteen years - phew, the meat is delicious, the variety is high, and as long as it is cooked properly, it must be the best taste in the world. ”

Nobu was noncommittal, but gracefully lifted his dusty skirt.

"Next dish, side dish," Gomez continued reading his list with great interest:

"The middleman of the mercenary business, the owner of the well-known 'my family' tavern. ”

Nobu frowned slightly.

"Tampa, the successor of 'Half-mouthed' Rooney more than ten years ago, witnessed and confirmed," the man in women's clothing thought thoughtfully: "There will be no shortage of information and money in his hands." ”

Gomez's eyes rolled slightly:

"This guy has always been very slippery and doesn't fall off the handle, but after this battle, we can rub him as we want to flatten him and round him, and ravage him on the ground...... Hey, hey, well, this side dish is a little greasy......"

Gomez shook his head seemingly helplessly and looked at the last line.

And then came the final dessert. ”

This time, Gomez looked stunned:

"The whistle of blood, the famous war mercenary group. ”

Norbu's face sank as well.

"The Sword of Calamity, confirmed by eyewitnesses. ”

"Their leader doesn't seem to be seen very often, I don't recognize it...... But one of them stayed with me for a long time, and then went down, his companion called Josh, who seemed to be a regular in prison, and who couldn't speak, and the other was Clay, who was based in the Northlands, and the other, who was suspected to be a fugitive from our kingdom for many years, and the former second flag officer of the royal guard, Colin Semir. ”

Hearing this, Gomez's mouth curled:

"The surprise is always at the end, isn't it? The sworn enemies of the Tower of the End, suspected to have fled after launching an attack on the Tower of Finishing, were large enough to go into battle, and the Lord was very interested in what they had gained by breaking into the Tower of Ending, and he was also curious about why they had entered the Prison of Bones - tsk, haunting the tip of the tongue, with an endless aftertaste, and as a dessert, it was a perfect finish. ”

He squinted slightly and licked his lips, as if he was really feeling the taste of dessert.

Norbu looked at him and remained silent.

Gomez rubbed his fat hands and put the paper away excitedly, like a man who came home after a busy day:

"So, that's the menu for today, all ready... That sissy should be almost in place, when are we going to act, close the net, and start eating?"

He looked at Nobu in women's clothes with hope, trying not to look at the latter's windswept skirt and the scenery looming underneath it.

"Nope. ”

But Nobu just shook his head decisively: "We don't act." ”

Gomez's smile froze.

"Say it again?" the chubby man seemed incredulous.

"The prince is still inside," Norbu said bluntly, "we can't act." ”

"So what—it's just a prince......" The fat man was dissatisfied at first, until he understood what he had said.

Fat Gomez's face changed.

"Prince?"

"Wait, you mean the heir to the kingdom who came back from the Northlands?"

Nob didn't say a word, but nodded very slightly.

Gomez's lips opened and closed, and he twitched silently: "The guise and false bait of our operation - that troublesome highness who has messed up our countless plans?"

Nobu nodded.

As if he had seen something unclean, Gomez raised his chubby hands in horror and grabbed his mouth.

"I-your-this-no-but-that's a prison of bones! he, he's and ...... How did you get involved? Did you get caught prostituting? Or did you sell your ass to get in?" the fat man looked at the other man in shock, forgetting even the latter's clothes and dignity.

"I wish I knew too," Nobu shook his head:

"But that's what the Nameless One told me. ”

The fat man looked like he wanted to argue, and when the words came to his mouth, he wanted to talk.

In the end, he could only slap himself in the face.

"What the - do you know what this looks like?"

"Just like the appetizer, main course, side dish and dessert are all served, and the guests are wiping their mouths and drinking wine, and nodding their heads in satisfaction, His Royal Highness the Prodigy Prince, with a large plate of pungent shrimp meat with an unpleasant sauce, suddenly pops out: Surprise! Hey, there's another dish here, haha! Pinch your nose, give me a good meal, idiot!"

The fat man Gomez danced and cursed in disgust.

"What a genius, he, he, he literally ruined the whole table!"

"And the most coincidental thing is, we're that idiot!"

Gomez had a look on his face that was about to collapse.

But Nobu was unmoved, just shook his head, and his voice was low:

"The situation inside is unknown, rash action is just a meaningless adventure, the nameless person is the only eye that can act, we must wait. ”

Gomez finally calmed down, gritted his teeth and said:

"What the hell is going on down there?"

"I don't ask much, and the nameless, you know," Nob bowed cautiously:

He didn't say much. ”

"Great, the quest to get involved with the Nameless is always thrilling," Gomez sarcastically said, "And we can't do anything now until that trouble-seeking trouble-making prince is obediently rescued by the Nameless?"

Nobu tugged at the hem of his skirt and nodded silently.

Gomez smacked hard: "It's hard to imagine that now our menu is counting on that nameless person who drags like a nervous flank." ”

Nobu frowned.

"Be cautious. ”

"The Nameless ......"

The man in women's clothes said softly: "He is not Corey's man, but he can act with us more than once, and he often grasps the key to the situation, and it is up to us to cooperate with him, do you know what this means?"

Nobu pointed coldly.

Gomez's face stiffened, grinding his teeth and saying:

"Damn nepotism?"

Nobu didn't speak.

The fat man's face was full of pain, and he exhaled a patriotic sigh of officialdom darkness and royal faintness.

"Well, then stay here - that cold-blooded sissy won't be happy. ”

Norbu shook his head: "Then it's not our problem. ”

Amid the sound of wind and sand, the two of them waited for a while in this alley next to the Prison of Bones.

"Then again, Nobu," perhaps tired of the silence, or perhaps unable to stand the cold, Gomez spoke, gouging his ears:

"Forget the nameless, anyway, he has always been mysterious, but he doesn't fight or grab, but ......"

The fat man glanced cautiously at Nobu.

"Are you really willing?"

Nobu frowned slightly.

"You know, in terms of ability, in terms of achievements in the Western Wilderness, whether it is the Year of Blood or the War in the Desert, you are the most suitable ...... to be the successor of the Lord"

I saw the fat man shrink his neck, and said pointedly: "But ten years ago, as soon as that barren boy came, the lord cultivated him as a successor......"

Nobu turned his head abruptly!

This time, he no longer has a bewitching look or deliberate weakness in women's clothing, and what is shot out of a pair of sharp eyes is a fierce and cold warning!

Let the fat man subconsciously chill.

"Gomez. ”

Norbu said word by word:

"Do you know who dies the fastest in the secret department?"

Gomez was cold, and knowing that he had said the wrong thing, he replied in a huff:

"Uh, people who talk too much?"

Nobu smiled coldly.

"No," the colleague in women's clothing gritted his teeth, like a beast before a fight: "It's people who think too much......"

The fat man's expression was slightly abrupt, and he was dumbfounded.

The atmosphere became stiff.

Until Nobu chuckled and added the last sentence:

“...... and fatty. ”

Gomez's face froze.

He looked at his slightly chubby body, then shrugged his shoulders in disdain, waved his hand and said, "Forget it......"

"You're the boss...... It's good if you're happy. ”

The two of them returned to their previous silence, silently looking at the dark desert horizon.

Half an hour later.

"I said, 'Nobu...... That ......"

Nobu looked back impatiently.

I saw that the fat man's face was slightly red, his expression was twisted, and he coughed faintly:

"You'll ...... later Do you all wear women's clothes?"

————

In the last layer of the black cell, no one knew how it all happened.

Including Sémir.

In those few tenths of a second, the former flag bearer of the royal guard saw only a dark glow of the fire, which gradually appeared in front of Ricky.

It's like the air instantly turns into a piece of ink-stained paper, blurring out the creation of the painter's hand.

But this dark color is not a beautiful view, let alone a still life.

Rather, it's a sword blade.

Semir was tempted to remind Ricky out loud.

Assassin.

Assassin!

But he found that by the time he recognized it as the shape of a blade, the murder weapon that appeared out of thin air had stabbed Ricky's throat diagonally upward, breaking open his cartilage, jaw, tongue, and cerebellum, and piercing mercilessly through the back of his skull.

Even the fastest brain can't catch up with this moment of shock.

"Poof!" the sound of metal entering the flesh.

The leader of the Sword of Calamity only had time to let out a muffled snort before he shuddered!

Ricky's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the figure that appeared in front of him with the blade—an assassin standing in front of him face to face, his movements indifferent and merely sending the blade with one hand.

But he was no longer able to return to the sky—under the piercing of the blade, the only thing left for Crassus of the Sword of Calamity was the sound of "gurgling" blood coming from his mouth, and his trembling but uncontrollable limbs.

It's like losing your mind, being unconscious.

The assassin deftly drew back the dark blade, shaking off the blood from it.

"Plop!"

Ricky fell to his knees and threw himself down.

He convulsed, losing his life in a pool of blood spurting from his neck.

Still with the eyes open that were even dead.

No way.

This was the next thought for Semir, whose mind was almost blank.

Someone as strong as Ricky......

This trick of the Shadow Shield......

How could it be......

How can it work?

The next moment, like water-stained paper drying in an instant, the Assassin's figure disappeared again.

It was also a fraction of a second before Semir's instinct made him draw his sword in an instant, and at the same time prepare to shout!

"Whew!"

But beyond the sound of metal and leather grinding, another attack brought a fierce wind from the darkness and broke through the air!

The former flag officer threw out a perfect sword style, slashed it with his backhand, and split the flying hidden weapon.

"Boom!"

Only then did Semir realize that it was a torch that had been extinguished for a long time.

In that direction, Tails, who maintained a torch-throwing position, looked at him with a cold expression.

But the most unexpected thing about Semir, and even to his great surprise, was that the torch thrown by the prince was not only at a tricky angle, but also carried a strange whirlwind, which made the long sword in his hand tremble slightly!

No way.

For a few tenths of a second, Semir looked at the indifferent Tails in a daze.

Why?

Although there is a lack of skill, a lack of strength, and a less orthodox approach......

But that's right.

That technique.

He came across.

Just eighteen years ago.

On that day!

Semir was incredulous.

Why.

Why did the prince of the kingdom of stars ......

He will use the famous Assassin's Flower and the unique knife skills of the Saliton family!

Sniper knives!

Samir's loss of consciousness lasted only a fraction of a second.

But that's enough.

In an instant, the sinister ink that had taken Ricky's life appeared behind the former flag officer again!

The murderous aura came in, forcing Samir's hair to stand on end!

Worst.

Before he fell to the ground and lost his mind, the Flag Bearer heard the prince's slightly anxious shout:

"Keep your mouth alive!"

Thump.

With a muffled thud, Semir fainted to the ground.

When.

His torch and sword landed at the same time.

Not far from him, Ricky's corpse in a pool of blood remained motionless and silent.

Call.

Tails took a deep breath, and his nerves, which had been tense for a long time, were completely relaxed.

The sin of the river of hell on the arms, abdomen, and calves faded away, and the aches and pains that followed Yara's knife-throwing posture rushed over them.

Tired, he sat down.

Call.

Tails gulped in the air, but smiled.

The sword of calamity.

Damn mercenaries.

What a great number of people!

The prince secretly slandered in his heart.

After waiting for so long, he waited for the opportunity to be alone!

The real strong man calculates everything, not to win or lose at a moment, not only the size of the strength, not limited to a certain moment of honor and disgrace.

The last laugh is the winner!

Call!

Looking at Ricky and Semir on the ground, Tails screamed in his heart for several seconds before he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and smirked.

The sound of rustling sounded behind him, and it seemed that in the face of this instantaneous killing, Sakel in the fence was also secretly relieved.

But Tails had no time to pay attention to him.

He looked up at the dark figure in front of Semir.

Tails sat on the ground gasping, massaging his sore right arm, looking at the other party's back, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and the taste was indescribable.

"You're ...... You're just standing there?"

The prince spoke.

The figure paused slightly.

Finally, the figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch Semir had left behind, and turned.

Step by step, he walked towards Tails.

Light footsteps.

As if nothing happened.

In the light of the fire, Tails silently watched the man's appearance.

It's still the same.

The same body shape.

The same attire.

The same weapons.

The same ...... Odd.

The man stood in front of Tails, as if scrutinizing him.

Tails was silent, leaving him to look.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that a hoarse and deep voice came out from the other party.

"Long time no see, Your Highness. ”

"You've grown up a lot. ”

Tails clenched his fists, his heart moving slightly.

Hearing voices that are both familiar and unfamiliar, a long-lost sense of intimacy and peace of mind comes over me.

Drove away every inch of fear and tension from his heart.

It was as if from this moment on, the big picture was decided.

Tails looked away, taking a deep breath, then snorting through his nose and shrugging.

"That's it, nothing else to say?"

The fire flickered in the black cell.

The figure on the other side was silent, not saying a word.

Tails was silent as well, looking at the familiar dark purple mask on the other man's face with mixed feelings, and the vague mechanism behind the lenses, including the dark dagger in his hand, and the first time they met in his mind.

The silence didn't last long.

In the next second, the strange man in front of him put away his short sword, took a step back solemnly, touched his chest with his right hand, shook his back with his left hand, and knelt down on one knee.

Just like their first meeting on Red Square Street.

"Yodel Cato," the stranger's tone was solemn and solemn, but slightly undulating:

"Again at your service. ”