These were the last words, and with a rustling sound, his movements were lost in the darkness of the cell.

Yoder said nothing.

Thales, who was so affected by the atmosphere that he didn't dare to speak a word before, rolled his eyes and carefully pointed to the way he came from, the deep passage.

"So, we are now..."

Yodel raised his head and no longer looked in the direction of Sak'el:

"Don't worry, the secret department is on the ground and has prepared everything."

This time it was Thales' turn to frown slightly.

"Secret science? Have they always known about it? Since I came back, about the Shield of Shadows, about the Prison of Bones, about..."

He looked at Yoder suspiciously.

"Half," Yoder nodded, then shook his head, "They know half of it from the Terminator Tower."

"The other half of the Shadow Shield is what I told them - your return journey is not smooth, and many people are very interested in you."

The masked guard said silently.

Thales breathed out.

"What good news." A hint of annoyance welled up in his heart.

Really bad.

This is the prince's heart.

Thales tried his best to get rid of his irritation, cleared his throat, and said to Yoder:

"Listen, Yodel, uh, how should I put it, when I come back, there is such a mercenary..."

While Thales was troubled, Yoder suddenly spoke:

"'Quick rope'."

He is simple, straightforward and clear.

This actually made Thales startled.

"The secret department doesn't know about him," Yoder said as if he knew what Thales was thinking, "Let's see what we can do."

Thales opened his mouth and closed it again.

He looked at Yoder, suddenly very grateful to him.

I am grateful to the other party for being so understanding.

But Yoder obviously didn't need the prince to express his gratitude. He nodded lightly and turned around consciously.

"We should go."

Thales' eyebrows moved.

"Oh, wait a minute."

At the prince's signal, Yoder held a torch and followed Thales towards Ricky's fallen body.

Thales looked at Ricky in a pool of blood and couldn't imagine that just an hour ago in the tavern, this guy had knocked him down effortlessly.

It's so cold.

The leader of the Sword of Disaster.

The prince could only shake his head helplessly, squat down and bulldoze Ricky's body.

Revealing the latter's dead eyes, empty and lifeless eyes.

"Excuse me, respected Crassus," Thales looked at Ricky's pale face with complicated emotions, took out the confiscated dagger from his arms, shook it at the dead man, and then buckled it on his waist.

Regardless of whether the other party can hear:

"I believe this is mine."

Yoder looked at the sheathed dagger quietly, watched the prince talking to a corpse, and continued to be silent.

Thales dug into Ricky's arms again, his movements were skillful, he went straight to the key, quickly and efficiently.

It felt like I was back when I was a kid, searching for unconscious drunks or unclaimed bodies in the stinking ditches in the lower city.

"And this..."

Thales sighed, took out a piece of yellowed precious letter paper, shook it out in front of him, and looked at the signature "H·N·Brilliant Star" below, feeling quite sad:

"I believe it's not yours either."

The prince didn't have time to look carefully. He took a deep breath, carefully folded this unusual posthumous letter and put it in his arms.

Yoder suddenly spoke at this moment:

"arms."

"Huh?" Thales turned around.

"You should take his weapon," Yoder's mask moved slightly: "We are not out of danger yet, and you can't just rely on a self-defense dagger."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," the prince shrugged, looking at Ricky's waist, looking at the slender sword that was tightly wrapped in cloth and had never been unsheathed:

"I guess this sword is of no use to him anymore."

Thales opened Ricky's belt and pulled off his sword belt.

"You're a good man, Ricky, and I appreciate your protectiveness and... generosity."

Thales murmured to himself as he opened the wrapping cloth and exposed the long sword in front of his eyes.

This is an extraordinary sword.

Thales felt this way the first time he saw it.

He saw a soft-colored silver diamond inlaid on the sword grid, which gave the weapon a sense of elegance and quiet nobility. Its carefully cast guard and the sword hilt formed a standard right angle, which looked neat and strict.

The two blades from the tip to the blade have graceful arcs, and they appear shiny and smooth even under dim firelight.

And when Thales grabbed the hilt and raised it, he immediately discovered that the weapon in his hand had an amazing sense of balance, and it could be swung smoothly and freely without any hesitation.

"Good guy." Thales held a few sword flowers in his arms and sighed in admiration.

Compared with it, the weapons of the Northlanders looked crudely made, and even the creations of the Star People seemed inferior. As for the weapons of the Orcs, well...

But what attracted Thales most was not its shape, but the inscriptions engraved on both sides of the sword blade.

"Ancient Imperial Inscriptions." Thales muttered as he looked back and forth at the inscriptions on the sword blade.

But compared to other ancient imperial texts, this time he could only recognize a few phrases on the two lines of inscriptions.

"What's going on..."

Thales looked at the inscription with a headache that was completely different from most writing fonts: "What eternity..."

God.

He really needs to improve his star culture.

Thales shook his head and took out the last thing from Ricky's arms. He just passed it by and threw it to Yoder casually.

"Hey, take this, it will be useful."

"As for him..."

Thales glanced at Samuel, who was lying on the side unconscious. Thinking of his sensitive and complicated identity, Thales sighed: "Let the secret department handle it."

At this moment, Yoder's figure flashed in an instant!

"Boom-boom!"

There was a sharp sound, and before Thales had time to react, he was thrown to the ground!

"Hold it!"

Anxious shouts sounded from the passage: "Don't hurt our target."

Thales was breathing heavily, holding Ricky's sword, holding Yoder's arm and standing up, looking at his original position with lingering fear: a crossbow arrow was nailed to the spot, and the arrow tail was trembling slightly.

But now is not the time to rejoice.

The next second, a sword light as fast as lightning came from the air!

Met another dark sword blade in the air.

"clang!"

A harsh clashing sound sounded.

Thales only felt his eardrums tremble, and he was immediately pushed back by Yoder, taking more than ten steps back!

The figure of the masked guard flashed in the air many times, trying his best to avoid two back moves that were faster and more severe than the first sword. He flipped back and landed in front of Thales.

It's more or less embarrassing.
To be continued...