"Listen, Sak'el!"

Seeing that the other party didn't buy it, Samir became slightly anxious after receiving Ricky's signal:

"It's not easy for us to come down here. It's not just to catch up with you, but..."

"Then don't waste time," Sak'el carelessly touched his stubble and raised a small stone knife in his hand: "Unless you have a razor? This one is a bit dull..."

Sak'el turned his head and looked at Ricky's waist with contempt in his eyes:

"Well, your sword is pretty good?"

Ricky snorted coldly and held down his special-style sword with his hand, full of hostility.

At this moment.

"Here," Thales, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "The razor."

"for you."

The next second, like a magic trick, the young man took out a sheathed dagger from his coat and passed it between the fences.

Sak'el was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing and subconsciously took Thales' dagger.

Looking at the JC dagger that had returned to Thales's hands at some unknown time, Ricky and Samir both changed their expressions!

Samir looked at Thales in disbelief:

"when……"

Thales smiled lightly.

"In the scuffle just now, Marina pressed me to the ground. She pressed me so hard that she didn't even feel my hand."

Ricky frowned, then suddenly smiled.

"Good boy, you can take away the dagger with this, it really makes your ancestors look good," Samir looked at the prince with an unhappy expression:

"It would be a shame not to be a pickpocket."

yes.

I feel so too.

Thales sighed slightly in his heart.

Sak'el chuckled and shook his head. He looked at the dagger in his hand with interest, stroking the scabbard and turning it over, but he did not pull it out, let alone shave it.

I saw him squinting slightly under the firelight and murmuring a sentence without beginning or end:

"The king is not respected by his bloodline?"

"Is it?"

Ricky and Samir both looked puzzled, but Thales was the only one who smiled.

Under the doubtful looks of the other two people, the prince took a step forward.

"Who is that?"

Thales smiled and said:

"Sak'el, who was the person who was talking to you just now...?"

Ricky and Samuel both frowned again, seemingly dissatisfied with the prince's interruption.

But others don't think so.

"Ah, after all these years, someone finally asked me this question."

Sak'el's eyes were fixed on the dagger in his hand, paused for a few seconds, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "This means that you are not a hallucination - are you?"

Thales smiled.

"Of course I'm not," the prince said calmly:

"But the man you're talking to, is he?"

Listening to this incomprehensible conversation, Samir's expression was a little ugly.

But Ricky shook his head at him, stopping him from speaking and interrupting.

Thacker smiled.

"that person……"

His eyes were a little distracted, as if he was going back to his nervous state.

"When I first got here, everything was fine," Sak'el said in a daze: "It was just another solo exercise, but it took a little longer, the light was a little darker, the room was a little empty, and there was no cloth yet.

That big mouth in there is nagging every day, how wonderful it is."

He pondered, and the chill in his words made Samir couldn't bear to lower his head.

"Later, I don't know how long it took," Sak'el suddenly laughed incoherently:

"Here he comes, the man."

Samir looked tense:

"What? Who's coming?"

I saw Sak'el once again immersed in his own world: "One day, I saw him talking, just on the other side of the cell."

He pointed to a corner outside the fence, his face slowly stiffening.

"Sitting there, smiling..."

"say."

"he."

Sak'el said blankly.

Ricky and Samuel glanced at the place he pointed at. There was a dusty corner that had obviously not been touched for a long time.

But Sak'el's eyes were frozen and his expression was numb, as if he had seen something.

Like a sculpture.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Samir understood and sighed angrily.

"he?"

"Look clearly, Sak'el, there is nothing there, and you are the same here, no one, no light!"

Samir's words were lightly accusatory: "Sak'el, listen to me, I know that you don't want to look back on all the torture you have suffered in the past, but no matter how terrible it is...what you saw is not true!

I’ve seen what Barney and the others look like. It’s all this damn prison that’s the fault of you! And you’ve been trapped here for eighteen years, with only darkness and loneliness…”

Hearing what the other party said, Sak'el came back from his motionless sculpture state and sneered.

"I've been trapped here for eighteen years, and what about you?"

Sak'el stared at Samir steadily, his eyes radiating cold light: "You have been trapped in your own heart for eighteen years, haven't you?"

The punishment knight shook his head disdainfully and said:

"At this point, there is no difference between us. The second flag-bearer is Samir."

Samir was stunned.

In the slightly stiff scene, Thales sighed.

"So, this...Sak'el."

"You said you saw 'him' appearing here and talking?"

The prince looked at Sak'el with complicated eyes: "Who is 'him' you are talking about?"

Sacher lowered his head.

"Who are you, young man?"

The prisoner of the royal guard narrowed his eyes: "I don't think you came to visit the Bone Prison voluntarily with these people, right?"

Samir frowned and was about to step forward and pull Thales away, but Ricky still stopped him.

Thales shook his head and did not answer.

"You can see him talking, but the 'words' cannot be seen," the prince sighed:

"I think you saw 'him' first and then heard 'him' speak?"

Sak'el stared at him for a long time, thoughtfully.

But his answer was still unreasonable.

"It's not important, is it?" the former star of the royal guard said with vague eyes, as if he was lost in memories:

"Sometimes I see him in person, and then his voice comes."

"Sometimes I hear his words first and then he appears."

"it's the same."
To be continued...