Before pushing open the door to Dean's room, Tails imagined many possible scenarios.

The situation at hand is one of them: the suspicious and spicy mercenary prince shows an uncooperative attitude, treats him as an enemy, and is always wary of Tails.

But the other party's reaction was too much.

"You don't have to. ”

Tails stared at Moral, feeling a faint tingling pain in his neck, and raised his hands in surprise to signal to his opponent.

He calmed his breath, but also suppressed the surging sin of the prison river, and suppressed the thin air thought of desperately fighting back: "I said that I will keep my promise and let you go, no one will target you, and you will not be in trouble." ”

"You 'say'?"

Moral's voice sounded a little unusual, calm and cold: "That doesn't sound like a strong guarantee. ”

The other party did not completely suppress him, but the knife in his hand was precisely and skillfully attached to the artery, and Tails could even clearly feel the surge of blood in his neck.

Damn it.

The Prince of the Stars struggled to keep his composure, his bag pressed against the bed, causing pain in his back.

But the suspicion and vigilance of the former Prince Exeter in front of him made him extremely uneasy: the other party seemed to be a different person, as if the previous mercenary Dean with a cheerful smile and easy-going personality had died, and what came to life in him was another cold-blooded and cruel fellow.

Tails even regretted it a little: maybe he should have gone to the army in the first place.

Not to mention the annoying officers in the Great Desert, at least they can go to the Star Army in the camp, and then come here without fail, facing the possible Morals.

But......

Tails shook his head in his heart, banishing the thought away.

No.

He couldn't.

"What more assurance do you want, Moral, for my life?"

"If I really want to deal with you, whether it's in the desert or now, I can go to my army, and with them as hole cards, killing you or letting you go is a matter for me to decide. ”

Tails tried to figure out the other person's psychology and thoughts.

"But I didn't, and the reason I did it ......"

Tails swallowed in his throat, sending another tingle in his neck.

"No matter what I do with you, Moral, once I use the army and the power of the kingdom, your identity can no longer be kept secret," the Star Prince took a deep breath and tried to pull his neck back:

"No matter what I say, even if I give you an explicit order to let you go, the secret department or other interested people will notice this mercenary targeted by the prince, and they will thoroughly find out his origins, his details, and his secrets. ”

Morar continued to stare at him, his eyes reflected the thin moonlight, a cold glow.

From his expression, Tails saw a hint of coldness and ...... Banter?

The sense of unease is getting worse.

"If the secret department knew your identity, a first heir of Longxiao City who should have died......"

Tails gritted his teeth: "They won't let you go." ”

"If you fall into the hands of the secret department, everything will be irreparable......"

"It's something neither you nor I want to see. ”

Tails gasped, remembering something deeper, farther away.

If Morar falls into the hands of the Mycoe......

The girl.

The girl in Longxiao City.

It was only a matter of time before her identity, her bloodline, and the truth of that night, were exposed to the eyes of the Black Prophet......

Tails thought bitterly.

At that time, her fate may be a hundred times worse than being blackmailed and controlled by King Chaman, at least Chaman still cares about the legitimacy of his throne, and more or less maintains the fragile position of the Grand Duchess.

As the head of the secret department, Morat Hansen is not Tails, and the old man in black with a cane has no friendship with the female archduchess.

As the concoctor of "dragon blood", as long as it is profitable, the Black Prophet will definitely not care whether the poor girl will be dismantled or hanged.

The girl.

The girl in the library, the girl with glasses.

The girl who was taken out of Valhalla six years ago and returned to Valhalla because of him.

The girl who stopped in front of the princes for him on the day of listening to the government......

Tails seemed to feel that the pair of glasses on his chest had an unusual weight.

Moral's pupils slowly focused.

"You don't seem to trust the Kingdom Secrets who serve you?"

The words reminded Tails of six years ago.

Remembered dragon's blood.

No, you can't.

Tails clenched his fists.

Myko can't know about Moral.

He couldn't risk Selma's destruction and go to the army to deal with the matter.

That night, everything that happened in the Hall of Heroes must be an eternal secret, King Nune is dead, Nicola and Lisbane must also shut up, as for King Chaman......

Tails thought coldly.

No one will use this secret to concoct a second "dragon's blood".

Tails calmed his breath and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Trust is a rare thing in this day and age. ”

Moral's expression moved slightly.

"But why do you believe me?"

He asked softly, the knife in his hand turning an angle, but still clinging to Tails' artery.

"Because you don't have any better options. ”

Tails said slowly: "Listen to me, Moral, leave now, as if nothing had happened, and henceforth incognito, away from the sight of Rumba's minions and secret branches, at least you can be free." ”

"I believe that's something you hold dear. ”

This time, Morar stared at him for a long time, but the strength of his hand did not relax.

Tails looked back at him, hoping he would regain some of his senses.

Eventually, Moral laughed.

"Hahahaha......"

The laughter was chilling.

The nerves that Tails had managed to ease were tensed again.

But it wasn't Moral's laughter that was scary, it was what he said next.

"You are mistaken, Your Highness the Prince. ”

I saw Morar slow and methodical, word by word: "What I just asked is ......"

"Why do you believe me......"

"It must be Moral Walton?"

As soon as these words came out, Tails was stunned for a full three seconds.

What the.

He said......

The night at Camp Bladefang was quiet, with heavy fort houses blocking out the wind and sand, as well as the transmission of sound.

At this moment, the atmosphere in this small room was even more frighteningly silent.

Tails stared at his opponent in disbelief.

"I don't understand. He subconsciously said.

Moral snorted.

"Of course you don't understand," the mercenary looked sharply, "it's like a hooked fish doesn't understand: how can there be a hook in the bait?"

Tails' hand trembled.

Wait a minute.

The prince stared at "Moral", who held his life in his hands, and his heart shivered.

No.

No.

He finally realizes that he has made a fatal mistake.

"It's so obvious. ”

Tails muttered.

He looked at Moral in front of him in a daze, remembering a suspicion that he had ignored for so long.

"It's too obvious, your hair, your eyes, your mannerisms, your political opinions, your orc language, including your axe, and your status as a mercenary...... Even the origin and accent of the Northlanders ......"

A sinister sneer appeared on Moral's face.

The Star Prince looked at the mercenary in shock.

His brain was running, and he thought about things he didn't care about.

He remembered their first meeting.

Since then, this excellent and outstanding mercenary has led Dante's greatsword to negotiate, fight, and survive in the vast desert with complex situations, and live the mercenary's life vividly.

Even...... Famous.

"It's so obvious. ”

Tails' pupils focused on the other, his heart racing, and his breathing became rapid.

"As a mercenary, you run around all year round, swaggering back and forth...... But you don't hide it, you don't hide it, you don't even have any scruples," Tails shuddered at his thoughts:

"You're almost telling the few who know that Moral is still alive: the prince is here. ”

"That's not what a man who has been on the run for years would do. ”

Moral, no, it should be Dean, his smile is still there.

And your reaction when you're recognized...... There are also problems. ”

"No, you're not him. Tails stared at the man in front of him, blank.

"You're not Moral Walton. He said dumbfounded.

The voice fell.

The hut was quiet.

The moonlight was cold, scattering onto Dean's face, making him look pale and gloomy at the moment.

The first thing that rang out was his low, staccato laughter.

Dean's shoulders trembled slightly, but his knife hand was as steady as ever.

The mercenary who only listened to the bald head said lightly: "No, I'm not." ”

Tails' breathing faltered for a moment.

"I just didn't expect you to be so interested in the Morals," Dean said softly, holding the knife in his left hand, "In the original plan, it would take a little effort and price to get you out of the heavily defended army." ”

Tails took a long breath, not even thinking that too much movement might endanger his neck.

He couldn't do that much anymore.

At this moment, he has long been filled with surprise and remorse in his heart.

"Why?"

Tails' chest heaved, "Who the hell are you!"

Dean shook his head and let out a soft breath.

He lowered his body, leaned close to Tails' face, and used his knife to suppress the possibility of his target's resistance: "At first, when I was sent to carry out this mission, I was full of confidence - only the most potential and capable people can get this privilege of going deep behind enemy lines, and have access to the deepest and most unpleasant top-secret ......"

"Find the prince who should have been dead for a long time. ”

Tails froze.

Perform the task......

Penetrate behind enemy lines......

Find the ...... who should have been dead for a long time Prince?

He is......

He's coming......

But as time passed, day after day, the search was fruitless, and year after year, there was still no news. ”

Dean's voice was unusually cold:

"It was as if Morar had evaporated from the world: I searched all the places where I could find mercenaries, whether it was the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Sea, the Land of Thorns, the Land of Dragon's Kiss, the Commas, or the Great Desert, but I never found any trace of him. ”

"I have tried every means to figure out his psychology, his actions, his goals from all the information I know," Dean said with deep hatred: "For countless days and nights, I lurked in a place full of mystical eyes and stars, carefully hiding myself, racking my brains to search for Moral. ”

"Nope. ”

Dean gritted his teeth and said:

"There are no clues. ”

"I was in despair. ”

Tails' breath trembled.

Through the sin of the Prison River, the prince desperately forced himself to calm down and rethink his current situation.

"So," Tails frowned, "so you just ......"

Dean looked at the incredulous Tails, smiling, and seemed to enjoy the pleasure of the moment.

"So, desperate, I turned myself into him, into a Moral. ”

The mercenary gritted his teeth.

"I imitate his appearance, copy his words and deeds, learn his mannerisms, even his thoughts and his character: prince, northlander, orc, meteorite student, mercenary, like lower bitch?"

His words became more and more urgent, and there was deep resentment and unwillingness hidden in them.

"I took his wishes as my wishes, and his actions as mine, to go where he was most likely to go, to do what he was most likely to do, hoping to find something with the dubious identity of 'Dean,' to understand something, or to draw out those who were interested in him, to see what clues could be gleaned from them—even, to Moral himself. ”

Dean's voice came to an abrupt halt, his expression obscure and painful.

"But I still failed. ”

"No," the suspicious mercenary said bitterly, "except for a few suspected Northland spies, still, nothing." ”

"For five years I was like a headless fly, a blind cheetah, a stiff sand snake, in vain in all the places where Moral could appear, flopping hopelessly in agony. ”

"One day without good news, one day without his trace, one day without completing the task, I have been trapped here, unable to go back, unable to leave, unable to break free......"

He stared at Tails: "Five years." ”

"Do you understand?"

Tails slowly calmed down.

So everything is clear, the person in front of you, he is......

Dean sneered, "I'm fed up, this never-ending, fruitless quest has wasted all my years and talents in sand and swords. ”

His eyes changed.

"But that's when you showed up. ”

Dean looked at Tails feverishly, the muscles in his face contorted.

"My savior. ”

Tails looked at him with a stunned face, but his right hand quietly touched his waist.

But the old mercenaries noticed this.

The knife in his hand moved slightly.

Tails had to tilt his head to avoid it getting embedded in his own artery while sighing and lowering his right hand.

"So, you had your eye on me when we met. The prince said with chagrin.

Dean didn't care about Tails's small movements, he just snorted and shook his head: "At first, I wasn't sure who you were, especially when we first met the Star Army, you didn't reveal your identity from beginning to end, and even after coming to the Blade Fang camp, you didn't show the slightest sign of going to find reinforcements, which made me more and more suspicious: Maybe you are not the person I thought?"

"I had to resist the urge to do it again and again...... My temptations must be pointed, I lurk here, alone, and if I am not careful, I will be doomed, drowned in the mystical and star armies that have come to me. ”

"Until tonight. ”

The cottage is still silent, but the atmosphere is completely different.

The cold-faced man suppressed Tails and turned the mercenary's first night home into a night of intrigue and danger.

"You're a spy, a spy, an agent, or whatever," Tails said unwillingly:

"You're not here for me. ”

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"No," he said, shaking his head, satisfied.

"Tails, you are a surprise—perhaps not my first target, not my mission lurking here, but there is no doubt that you are a ticket for me to jump out of this bottomless quagmire...... Charter. ”

Tails closed his eyes and exhaled in pain.

"Haha, now it seems that King Chaman and you know the news of Moral, and she won't be satisfied," Dean said in a deep voice, "but I caught you, and it makes sense at least - I can finally get out of here." ”

Tails' heart moved.

Wait a minute.

He opened his eyes, the knife against his neck, and struggled to speak.

"She?"

Tails was surprised and asked, "You say, 'she'?"

"Yes, dear Prince Tails. ”

Dean nodded slightly, a sneer on his lips.

His upper body lowered slightly, and he put on a non-standard etiquette:

"Greetings to you from the 'dark room'. ”

Tails didn't answer—his sigh was all in his chest.

There was silence between the man and the boy for a long time.

It took a long time for Tails to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What are you going to do? knock me unconscious and take me away?"

"Where are you going from? Don't forget that this is the Blade Fang Camp, and you will take me west and north to the desert full of star armies, or will you go east and south and simply enter the inland land of the Star Kingdom?"

Dean shook his head.

"It's really not a good situation here, but there's always a way. ”

Tails snorted.

"So instead of being a Moral, you're a spy sent to search for the Moral. ”

He frowned slightly.

"But...... Dear Dean, do you really think I'm going to be so stupid that I'm going to risk my life and come all night to confront you?"

Dean's smile froze.

"Haven't you thought about it?"

Tails whispered, "How did we meet?"

Dean was slightly stunned.

But at this time, something unexpected interrupted the confrontation between the two people.

Smack.

There was a soft thud.

The bright light shone into the dimly lit room, illuminating the two people on the bed clearly.

Tails and Dean turned their gaze together.

I saw the drunk mercenary Xinding, carrying an oil lamp in the fast rope, standing at the door with a confused face, maintaining the posture of pushing the door.

Both of them froze.

Fast Rope yawned heavily, sleepy-eyed.

"I'm sorry, Dean, I didn't want to wake you up, I just wanted to get a tuba in the middle of the night to get some butt-wiping ......," Quickrope muttered.

A second later, he saw Tails pressed against the bed by Dean and was stunned.

The mouth is wider than an egg.

In the incredulous gaze of the two, the fast rope covered his eyes violently!

He stammered, his tone frightened: "Don't worry, I didn't see anything...... I mean, you can go on, I swear I'm not going to say anything to Luisa......"

The fast rope covered his eyes tightly and stepped in cautiously, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

He reached for a broken cabinet next to the bed: "So where did you put the things,......

On the bed board, the two people who were nervously confronting each other only then reacted.

The two of them vied to speak!

"Fast rope, it's not what you see......" Dean, who held the other party, frowned: "This guy Huaiya is very suspicious, I suspect he may be ......"

"No, Quickrope, I'm Prince Tails, he's a Northland spy!" Tails, who was crushed underneath, said with difficulty, "Hurry up and find the ...... in the camp"

The knife in Dean's hand was slightly forced, choking Tails' words in his throat.

I saw the fast rope covering his eyes and rubbing to the side of the cabinet.

"Wow, role-playing?

I saw the mercenary Xinding smile awkwardly: "You ...... Pattern...... That's a lot ......."

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Accidentally another 5000 words, alas, out of chapter training failed without a sword.

(End of chapter)