"I guess we'll have to save our friendly conversation for another time, old friend." Ricky turned around and regained his talkative expression.

"next time?"

Tampa gritted his teeth and said, "You're not going to let me go, are you?"

Ricky ignored him.

Marina stepped forward: "I'll take them upstairs..."

Thales had a thought in his mind: If they were held in isolation, they would have fewer opponents to face...

But his hopes were dashed.

"No, they will stay here, under everyone's watch."

Clay interrupted Marina. It seemed that his status here was second only to Ricky.

"Tampa has been running here for too long, knows his tavern too well, and his role is too important to us," Clay said cautiously: "We cannot take even the slightest risk before dawn."

Before dawn?

Thales noticed this detail.

When dawn breaks... what are they going to do?

Marina frowned slightly and looked at Ricky.

Ricky didn't object, he just pondered for a moment, and then nodded slowly to Sonny:

"Take him in."

"Be careful," the masked man at the same table snorted, "those damn cockroaches are the best at taking things by surprise."

Finally, in Thales' deep confusion, the door of "my house" was opened.

A man hiding in a cloak, under the surveillance of mercenaries behind him, walked into this tavern controlled by the blood whistle.

Just like when Thales first arrived, the mercenaries' fierce gazes and iron-blooded momentum instantly oppressed the new guests.

But the guest in the cloak still walked steadily and his posture was calm.

Mercenary Sonny stopped the guests.

"Search me." He said coldly.

The guest shrugged and raised his hands in resignation.

"Forget it, Sonny," Clay shook his head with a bad look on his face: "I dare say, if you really want to hide some weapons, even if you strip him naked, this guy can still take out a dagger from his chest.

.”

Only then did Sonny get out of the way, not forgetting to throw a vicious glare at the guest.

The guest seemed a little helpless until he walked into the middle of the tavern and saw Ricky, Clay, the masked man and Tampa sitting at a table together.

"Did I interrupt something?"

The guests looked at the four people with different expressions, and then at the prince duo who were obviously forced to sit here. Their voices were confident and calm, with some ups and downs like music.

Thales could feel it: Marina next to him showed a look of disgust and pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands.

"You can't disturb anything," the masked man among the mercenaries said coldly, "because there is no seat for you, cockroaches in the gutter."

Faced with the crowd's growing hostility, the guest chuckled lightly and stretched out his cloak with both hands.

At this moment, the mercenaries behind him all took out their weapons and stared at his movements with gritted teeth.

"Relax," the guest seemed startled: "It's just my hood."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his hood, revealing a fair and ordinary face.

The moment he saw this face, Thales felt a flash of familiarity.

strangeness.

Thales gritted his teeth secretly: He had seen this man before.

Definitely seen it.

I just don’t know...when.

As the leader, Ricky looked at the man standing there calmly, then turned to Clay and asked:

"is it him?"

Clay stood up and walked to the guest.

The new man showed a submissive and respectful smile.

Clay stared at him for a while, his face slowly tightening.

"It's him."

The swordsman from the North nodded and said, "I met him several times six years ago."

His face doesn't look very good.

six years ago.

Thales' heart was slowly tightened.

Is it a coincidence?

The man noticed Clay and looked astonished.

"It's you, Salander Clay," the man seemed quite happy: "We are really an old acquaintance..."

But compared to Ricky's indifference and the masked man's hostility, Clay was not much better and did not give his "old acquaintance" any face.

"It's not like that," Clay sat back in his seat and refused politely: "We all know what you are."

The man's expression froze and his tone was awkward: "What a touching reunion."

"Speak."

Ricky's expression remained calm, as if he was just receiving a farm customer who needed weeding services: "What's your purpose?"

The new guest blinked.

Thales looked at this man, looking more and more familiar.

Who is he?

"I can see that you still have some unfinished business," the fair-skinned man looked at the ugly-looking Tampa and the reluctant Thales, rubbed his hands, like a salesman asking a tavern

The boss promoted his inferior wine carefully:

"And what I want to say now is very important, so why don't we find a small secret room..."

Ricky smiled.

"I believe that my brothers have nothing to do with others."

"Unless you have?"

The mercenaries in the tavern all gave intimidating sneers.

The man's face froze slightly.

"Please forgive me, but what I am going to say next is not a trivial matter." He looked around and seemed a little embarrassed: "This is not only related to your actions tonight..."

The man's expression turned gloomy: "It is more related to the stability of the entire Blade Ya camp."

As soon as this statement came out, the mercenaries became restless.

Clay and the masked man looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

The man turned around and faced the unkind eyes of the audience.

"Yes, I know what you are going to do, and please believe me: my arrival and my proposal will only make your plan even better."

The man smiled happily: "Before that, we need to make careful and careful plans. What do you think? Clay? And this..."

"As despicable as they always are," Thales heard Marina and Sunny behind him whisper something, their voices full of gritted hatred: "Divide, provoke, and do whatever they can."

"And what we need," the man raised his fingers with a strange expression, rubbing his thumb and index finger gently: "is just a little communication and cooperation."

The commotion in the tavern grew louder and louder, and the target was pointed at the man in the center of the venue.

But Ricky spoke.

"That would be better, say your proposal in public."

Ricky calmly raised his hand, suppressing the objections of the others: "Inspire my brothers for what we are going to do."

The man paused.

He looked around and was disappointed to find that the blood-whistle mercenaries had no objections.

"Huh, okay, since you all have nothing to worry about..."

The man sighed and seemed to be quite sorry.

He was startled for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something.
To be continued...