Thales felt a chill in his heart and began to look at the man in front of him again.

yes.

I can see it.

It's just...this is the first time you admit it.

Putilai Nyman.

Putilai let out a long sigh, seeming to still be recalling the past: "Six years ago, the headquarters of the Kingdom's Secret Dragon Sky City, which was right above our heads, had not yet been transformed into this chess and card room."

"At that time, it was just a hotel," Putilai's tiredness was palpable:

"That night, it was with the help of the master here that I obtained support, collected resources, and ordered operations. You were able to escape from prison, thanks to him."

Thales looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see an uneven ceiling with some cobwebs in the corners.

Even the nose was filled with the coldness and slight dampness unique to the basement.

Chess Room.

Hotel?

Secret headquarters?

The prince lowered his head, but the question remained: "However?"

Putilai nodded as he thought.

"However."

"On the morning when we broke into the palace and had a showdown with Lombard."

Putilai's tone was heavy and sad: "The owner of this hotel, the top person in charge of the Exter Branch of the Kingdom's Secret Service, and the special intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly twenty years, Karen Booker."

"Die a violent death."

Thales was startled at first, and then rolled his eyes.

He can understand Putilai's sadness and the strangeness of dying unexpectedly, but this has nothing to do with what the other party wants to say...

Thales quickly asked: "The intelligence officer died unexpectedly? What happened?"

Putilai's eyes dimmed, and his face distorted several times under the swaying light: "Broken into the house, the robber stabbed Booker four times in the back."

Thales frowned: "But..."

"Yes, Booker has been an old friend of mine for many years," Putilai nodded uncertainly, guessing what Thales was thinking: "I know his capabilities, even if the night when the disaster and the dragon came was indeed chaotic,

No robber who breaks into a house can take Booker's life."

She looked at him without saying a word, waiting patiently for the other person to continue speaking.

In the next sentence, Putilai got to the point.

Putilai's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and his expression was serious: "But what is really scary is what he recorded, the secret codes that Booker recorded in the hotel account book."

"In those few days, he met certain people, found certain things, and got some scattered clues, Your Highness."

"In the past six years, the secret department and I have been pursuing these clues left behind by Booker's death." In the darkness, Putilai turned his face away from the light, and his whole face sank into darkness: "Until recently, it was

Some results have been traced.”

Thales was a little worried: "What's the result?"

Putilai first exhaled slowly, as if to eliminate something, and then took a deep breath, as if he was gathering something. His slightly hoarse voice sounded tiredly:

"Some old things, some terrible things that even the Black Prophet couldn't keep calm, enough to shake the entire kingdom."

Thales' eyes widened: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Shake the kingdom?

Putilai nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understood: You are actually not safe, and neither is the Kingdom of Stars."

"So, your rescue matter has been promoted to the most urgent priority of the kingdom and even the secret department." He looked at Thales with unspeakable pity and sadness: "So, today, six years later, the Fuxing Palace

That’s why I decided to take you out of Exeter and bring you back to Yongxing City at all costs.”

Thales was stunned.

He doesn't understand.

Putilai seemed to let out a sigh of relief and relaxed: "This is the story, the story of what I did in the past six years, and the story of why you suddenly returned to China."

But Thales was still not relieved.

He stood up suddenly.

"What, what on earth is it?"

Thales stared at Putilai anxiously, looking for words, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "Six years ago, six years ago in Longxiao City, what happened above our heads that was enough to shake the entire star?

kingdom?"

But Putilai let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, that's all I have to say."

Taylor suddenly became anxious: "But..."

Putilai raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know either," Putilai said with sadness and misery on his face: "I don't know, let alone believe it, whether what I discovered is the truth, let alone whether the truth I understand is different from what I saw in the secret science.

The truth, and..."

He paused.

But Putilai continued to speak.

"...Is it consistent with His Majesty on the throne and the truth he believes? How much does it deviate?"

His Majesty?

A chill came from nowhere and hit Thales' back.

Putilai suddenly raised his head, as if he had regained his strength: "Remember, Your Highness."

His voice became tighter and faster, with a trace of unconcealable bitterness in it: "In this matter... don't believe anyone, don't be sure of anything, don't be limited by any impression. Sometimes, even the scene in front of you,

It could also be lies and illusions!”

The more Thales listened, the more confused he became.

What is he saying?

What happened?

Finally, Putilai was like a breathless dying patient who finally took his first breath of air around him. He calmed down while trembling all over and resumed his long breathing.

The pipe in his hand was almost broken.

But Putilai's next words made Thales suddenly lose his composure!

"Your Highness."

"You must do this, and you should do this..."

"About the truth about the Year of Blood, and about your own life experience," Putilai said seriously and sadly:

"You can only discover, investigate and confirm it yourself."

At that moment, as if someone was beating a war drum in his ears, Thales was so excited!

The prince's thoughts were running rapidly, and his unusual thinking captured countless matching information in an instant.

Year of Blood?

Thales subconsciously grabbed his chest, where the map of Fuxing Palace given to him by King Nunn many years ago was tightly attached to his lapel.

However, isn’t it the second prince Horace in the Bloody Year...

Could it be that Black Sword and the others assassinated...

Also, my life experience?

But didn’t the Queen of the Sky say a name in dragon language...

Thales' face turned pale, and he remembered Thelma's instructions before he left:

Asheida, Giza...

His brain was getting more and more confused, and the surplus of intelligence and information almost made him lost.

Putilai, Black Prophet, Secret Science, and even King Kessel...

In the end they...

What secret was discovered?
To be continued...