Before opening the door to Dean's room, Thales imagined many possible scenarios.

The situation before us was one of them: the suspicious and sophisticated mercenary prince showed an uncooperative attitude, treating him as an enemy and always being wary of Thales.

But the other party's reaction was simply too much.

"You don't have to do this."

Thales stared at Moral, feeling the faint stinging pain in his neck. He raised his hands in surprise and signaled to his opponent.

He calmed his breathing, suppressed the surging guilt of the prison river, and suppressed the unfounded thoughts of fighting back desperately: "I said I will keep my promise and let you go. No one will keep an eye on you, and neither will you."

trouble."

"you say'?"

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

The opponent did not completely suppress him, but the knife in his hand was accurately and expertly placed on the artery. Thales could even clearly feel the surge of blood in his neck.

damn it.

Prince Xingchen tried his best to keep calm, and the luggage behind him was pressed against the bed, causing pain in his back.

But the suspicion and vigilance of the former Prince Exeter made him extremely uneasy: the other person seemed to have changed, as if the former mercenary Dean with a cheerful smile and easy-going personality had died and came to life in him.

Yes, he is another cold-blooded and cruel guy.

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

Not to mention those annoying officers in the desert, at least they can find the Star Army in the camp, and then come here without any loss to face the possible Moral.

but……

Thales shook his head in his heart to get rid of this thought.

No.

he can not.

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

"If I really want to deal with you, whether in the desert or now, I can go to my army. With them as my trump card, killing you or letting you go is a decision I can make."

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

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

Thales swallowed his throat, causing another stabbing pain in his neck.

"No matter what I want to do with you, Morar, 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 his best to pull his neck back:

"No matter what I say, even if I explicitly let you go, the Secret Service or other interested people will notice the mercenary that the prince is targeting, and they will thoroughly investigate his origins, his details, and his secrets.

It all comes to light.”

Moral continued to stare at him, his eyes reflecting the thin moonlight, shining coldly.

From his expression, Thales saw a hint of coldness and...joking?

The uneasiness became more and more serious.

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

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

"If you fall into the hands of the Secret Department, everything will be irreversible..."

"This is something neither you nor I want to see."

Thales gasped, remembering something deeper and further away.

If Morar falls into the hands of the Secret Service...

That girl.

The girl in Longxiao City.

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

Thales thought bitterly.

By then, her end may be a hundred times worse than being coerced and controlled by King Charmaine. At least Charmaine still cares about the legitimacy of his throne and more or less maintains the fragile status of the Grand Duchess.

As the head of the Secret Service, Morat Hansen is not Thales. The old man in black wearing a cane has no friendship with the Grand Duchess.

As the creator of "Dragon's Blood", as long as it is profitable, Black Prophet will never care whether the poor girl will be cut into pieces or beheaded and hanged.

That girl.

The girl in the library, the girl with glasses.

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

The girl who stood in front of the princes for him during the political day...

Thales 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 Secret Service that serves you?"

These words reminded Thales of six years ago.

Reminds me of Dragon's Blood.

No, it cannot.

Thales clenched his fists.

The secret science cannot know Moral.

He couldn't go to the army to deal with this matter at the cost of destroying Selma.

That night, everything that happened in the Hall of Heroes must be an eternal secret. King Nun is dead, and Nikolai and Lisban must also shut up. As for King Charmaine...

Thales thought coldly.

No one will use this secret to concoct a second "Dragon's Blood".

Thales calmed down his breathing and forced out an ugly smile: "Trust is a rare thing in this era."

Moral's expression changed slightly.

"But why do you believe me?"

He asked softly, the knife in his hand turned at an angle, but still close to Thales' artery.

"Because you have no other better choice."

Thales said slowly: "Listen to me, Morar, leave now and pretend that nothing has happened. From now on, you will remain anonymous and stay away from the eyes of Lombard's minions and the secret department. At least you can have freedom."

"I'm sure that's something you value."

This time, Moral stared at him for a long time, but the strength of his hand never relaxed.

Thales looked back at him, hoping that he could regain some sense.

Finally, Moral laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter is full of chills.

Thales' nerves, which had finally calmed down, became tense again.

But what was scary was not Moral's laughter, but what he said next.

"You misunderstood, Your Highness."

I saw Moral speaking slowly and authentically: "What I just asked is..."

"Why do you believe me..."

"Must be Morrel Walton?"

As soon as these words came out, Thales was stunned for three seconds.

What.

He said……

The night at the Blade Tooth Camp is quite quiet. The heavy fortress houses block the wind and sand, and also block the propagation of sound.

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

Thales stared at his opponent in disbelief.

"I don't understand." He said subconsciously.

Moral snorted coldly.

"Of course you don't understand," the mercenary said sharply, "just like a fish that takes the bait doesn't understand: why is there a fishhook in the bait?"

Thales's hands trembled.
To be continued...