The alliance between the Shield of Shadow and the Sword of Disaster is not that stable. As Diaozi said, they each have their own desires and are wary of each other, so they temporarily shook hands and made peace.

In fact, the former is calculating to take advantage of the latter's power, while the latter is always wary of the former's backlash.

Just tear down the basis of their cooperation...

Ricky shook his head.

"A bridge of cooperation?"

"On the contrary, drill, I'm reinforcing it," Ricky looked at him steadily:

"Just waiting for your next brick."

"To ensure that our cooperation will not cause one side of the bridge to collapse due to excessive weight."

He patted the table.

The next second, the mercenaries around him, including those at the fence on the second floor, all stood up and looked at the drill with cold eyes.

The driller frowned tightly.

He put his hand into his robe and grasped a signal whistle.

He knew that as soon as he blew it, the Shadow Shield assassins' ambush would invade from the weak points around the tavern.

but……

Zhuo Zi looked at the mercenaries standing around him, his expression getting worse and worse.

Damn it.

The air became increasingly oppressive, and the two principals of Shadow Shield and Sword of Disaster exchanged glances countless times.

Finally, in the unspeakable tension, Dongzi let out a breath.

"You always like to have the initiative in your hands, don't you?" He put on his friendly smile again and faced Ricky.

Ricky snorted lightly and didn't answer.

The driller blinked and raised his hand seemingly helplessly.

"I understand, dear Crassus, if this is the case..."

He lowered his head and seemed to hesitate for a second.

The next second, in the eyes of everyone who were either worried or wary, questioning or wary, Zhuo Zi raised his head with a bright smile.

"I can guarantee you."

Ricky narrowed his eyes: "Guarantee?"

The driller nodded with a smile and stretched his hand to his chest: "I promise that my people will not ruin your business after being lucky enough to invite Prince Thales."

He took out a short knife!

Seeing the drill's movements, the mercenaries nervously held down their weapons to prevent a surprise attack.

At that moment, Thales, who originally thought there was still a chance of improvement, felt his heart sink.

An unpleasant feeling came to mind.

But Ricky gently raised his hand to restrain his nervous subordinate.

"What am I talking about?" Clay said coldly, holding a dim light in his hand: "They can hide a weapon even in a **."

The driller smiled, flicked his backhand, and turned the blade inward, cutting a gap in his robe.

Thales frowned slightly: Mezzanine?

Perhaps to prevent misunderstanding, the driller used two fingers to very slowly draw out a neatly folded, yellowed page from the middle of the robe.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he smiled and walked forward slowly. He put the knife back into his robe with one hand and gently took it out with the other hand, handing the paper he was holding in front of Ricky.

Ricky watched the drill's movements solemnly, and also took the paper from the drill's hand with a few slow movements.

"What is this?" he frowned.

The driller smiled.

"An old letter."

"A letter written to a sweetheart expresses one's heartfelt feelings and is sincere and touching." A rare light flashed in the eyes of the man: "Unfortunately, it will never reach the hands of the recipient."

Almost everyone was stunned.

What?

Ricky pursed his lips and turned his attention to the letter.

"Be careful," the masked man warned coldly, "They are also good at using poison."

Ricky nodded, carefully grasped the corner of the letter, and shook it open.

From Thales's perspective, it could be seen that it was a rather old piece of animal skin paper, and it was obviously not a cheap item.

As for the content of the letter, because the distance was too far, Thales entered the hell sense and could see it from the side. It was a line of neat and beautiful black cursive characters. Even from the outline of the chapter, the owner's writing could be vaguely seen.

Attentiveness and seriousness on time.

letter?

Thales became confused.

Ricky glanced at it roughly, then raised his head and frowned: "Why?"

As if he had anticipated the other party's reaction, he kept smiling and bowed patiently:

"Look at the signature."

Ricky took a deep look at the drill, obviously dissatisfied with the other person's pretentiousness.

But he still looked at the letter:

"h·n......."

Ricky's expression changed.

He raised his head and waited for the other party's answer.

In response to the other party's question, the driller smiled contentedly and mysteriously.

"That's right."

"h·n·Brilliant Star." He repeated each letter one by one, his tone was ethereal, as if calling up a long memory.

The drill took a deep breath and said softly:

"That's the person who wrote this letter."

"Hyman Knight Bright Star."

"The former fourth prince of the Kingdom of Stars."

At that moment, only two people reacted: Thales took a sharp breath, and the masked man's eyes widened.

But after a few seconds, many people's expressions changed.

I heard the man say in a solemn tone: "On that night eighteen years ago, I got this unsent posthumous letter from him."

The assassin of Shadow Shield squinted his eyes, as if savoring a delicacy he had not tasted for a long time:

"Just when I took Prince Heiman from the highest tower in the Blade Tooth Camp..."
Chapter completed!