At this moment, Thales, who was feeling heavy, smelled the strong smell of blood, and this strange scene reflected in his pupils:

In the deep and dark prison, the cold corpses of the mercenaries were spread on the floor between the two walls. The blood around them was warm and almost became a pool of water. Under the stingy and trembling torches, the scene in front of them was filled with a mixture of red and gray.

Feeling weird.

Among the mess on the ground, seven ragged but tall men, led by Little Barney, stood among them, like stubborn rocks separating the red and black waves, looking towards the other side of the passage without saying a word.

There, the punishment knight faced them silently, his eyes reflected the firelight, and the brand under his forehead was looming.

In the small dark prison, his figure resembled the towering mountains at the end of the sky, with an imposing, formidable and heavy presence.

Just out of reach.

Sak'el's eyes swept slowly, not referring to anyone in particular, but everyone in his sight was nervous, feeling that the other person seemed to be sizing him up, and subconsciously tensed up his body.

Like soldiers undergoing review.

But their faces became more and more serious.

It was as if at this moment, the darkness in the dark prison had truly arrived.

Thales became more and more nervous. He wanted to interrupt several times, but was forced to do nothing by the current atmosphere.

Countless ideas flashed through his mind, but none of them suited the current situation.

Thales could only ignore the wink from the fast rope next to him and try to force himself to calm down.

"take it easy."

"I'm not here to carry out punishment."

Looking at his tense former colleagues, Sak'el chuckled, his usual boring voice a little sad:

"Never again."

Execution of punishment.

As soon as these words came out, the memories of the seven prisoners whose faces were also branded seemed to be brought back.

The strong Bree let out a low hum. Taldin looked at the ground and twitched the corner of his mouth. The others, like them, relaxed their posture and their nervous expressions softened slightly.

Only little Barney, like a solid rock standing proudly in the cold wind, stared at Sak'el coldly.

The silence lasted for a few seconds, accompanied by several figures swaying under the firelight.

Thales and Quick Rope exchanged worried looks.

what happened?

He knew that they knew Sak'el, and he was also worried that they might join forces and be detrimental to him, but...

Why were they in this state when they met?

More importantly, what is he going to do?

The weird atmosphere made Thales even more anxious.

Until Belletti, a former prison officer, sighed and broke the ice.

"Long time no see," he looked at Sak'el with a hint of bitterness:

"Sir."

Hearing this title, Sacher took a deep breath.

He paused for a second and then looked at Belletti with a complicated face.

"Yes." Sak'el said hoarsely.

"Long time."

Luton Belletti.

Sak'el looked at this figure who was very different from more than ten years ago.

Among the elite Royal Guards, Belletti is an inconspicuous guy. He has always been dull and sullen, but the old captain took a fancy to this. In an era where people's hearts are floating, they need a mature and stable punishment.

official.

He still remembered that a long time ago, when he handed over the badge representing the punishment officer to the other party, Belletti's hands were trembling and cold.

But Sak'el was immersed in the past for only a few seconds before he pulled himself out of the emotion of meeting old friends.

He looked across the crowd and nodded slightly to the young prince behind the seven people:

"Your Highness Thales."

His tone was respectful, but his voice was filled with ice.

Listening to Sak'el's strange attitude, the seven prisoners exchanged glances.

Thales thought that this moment would come sooner or later. He ignored the quick rope and shook his head and took a step forward.

"where is he?"

The prince stared at Sak'el's slender face, trying hard to forget his deadly aura just now, and first asked about the person he cared about most:

"What did you do to him?"

Thales looked at the Punishment Knight worriedly and found that there were not many wounds on the opponent's body, but fortunately, Sak'el was holding a fighting ax in his hand, not the one he was so familiar with.

But a gray dagger.

he?

Little Barney glanced at Cannon, but the guard prisoner in charge of the investigation just shook his head slowly.

Sak'el was silent for a few seconds, his eyes flickering.

"He's fine, I assure you,"

"It just takes some time to recover."

Thales breathed an unknown sigh of relief.

But he was happy too early.

Soon, the figure of the Punishment Knight, like a mountain at dusk, slowly pressed forward, and as he spoke more and more seriously, he pressed towards the direction of the prince.

"but we……"

Sak'el's words echoed with his footsteps.

Step, step, step.

Every step he took was like a frightening war drum, and as the number of steps accumulated, the murderous intention became more and more serious.

"We should go."

"Your Highness."

time to go.

At that moment, Thales' face turned pale, and his mood that had just relaxed became tense again.

Little Barney looked at Sak'el and then at Thales behind him, frowning.

Step, step, step.

Sak'el stepped forward, and the ax blade in his hand was stained with blood in the firelight.

His eyes became sharp again and he looked straight at Thales.

It seemed like I could never see anyone else.

Thales gritted his teeth and subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.

But the next second, two solid and strong figures moved together and suddenly intervened in this strange confrontation!

The fire flickered.

tread!

Sak'el's figure froze for a moment, and his heavy steps that were as heavy as breaking mountains stopped in place.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the obstacles in front of him.

Thales' eyebrows moved.

It's Belletti and Brie.

One of them is strong and the other strong, like a huge rock blocking the road, one on the left and the other on the right firmly blocking the path that the punishment knight must pass.

His eyes were burning, his expression was calm, and he showed no intention of shrinking back.

Sak'el's eyes slowly focused, passing over the axes and maces in the hands of Belletti and Bree, and looking at the man behind them.

Little Barney, as dead as a statue.

"Is this how you welcome old colleagues and senior officers?"

Sak'el stared at the expressionless little Barney and tilted his head:

"No hug?"

The words are joking, but there is no sense of relaxation at all.

Thales noticed that at this moment, the seven prisoners all had serious faces, as if they were rejecting them.

what happened?

Do they have a grudge?

Unexpectedly, at this time, the fast rope next to him patted his shoulder and secretly gave him a proud thumbs up.

This made Thales even more confused.

But little Barney quickly answered his doubts.
To be continued...