. There are no words that can perfectly describe the dungeon at this moment.

After the sound of neat gasps, for several seconds, only the heartbeats of everyone could be faintly heard in the air, and it seemed that even breathing loudly had become a luxury.

A few seconds later, the torch in Barney's hand finally went out completely after burning out the last few flames in despair.

The dungeon fell into boundless darkness, with only the unpleasant smell of smoke remaining, and the few living people seemed to have turned into corpses, motionless.

It's like going back to the dark path of the past.

So, in such silence and darkness, Thales felt the faint sound of breathing in front of and behind him, and spent the most special few seconds in his life in a daze.

At this moment, the darkness seemed to become his shield, burying his fear, numbing his pain, and blocking all kinds of eyes.

Finally, with a few rustling sounds, someone in the guard groped tremblingly, and lit another torch amidst the sound of flint.

Thales squinted his eyes to adjust to the firelight, as if he felt like he was back in the human world.

"I don't, I don't understand...disasters, magicians...they shouldn't be...thousands of years ago...immortal..." As a scout, Cannon held up the new source of fire and shook his head subconsciously,

My lips were trembling, but I couldn't form a complete sentence.

He could not take his eyes away from Thales, and Bree beside him was even completely stunned.

But with Cannon's reaction, everyone boiled like the water in a hot spring!

"Your Highness, this is a joke..." Punishment Officer Belletti was completely unable to digest the latest news. He stared at Sak'el and spoke incoherently.

"Watchman, sir! He means he is, he can, he will... That's another lie, isn't it?"

Taldin looked at Thales with eyes full of surprise, "What the hell... is the prince a disaster?"

"The Bright Star Royal Family...damn it, what did they do this time?"

Thales stared at the wound in his palm quietly, ignoring the uproar around him.

Strangely enough, Thales felt that the extremely calmness he felt at this moment was not the "calmness" that was so indifferent that it even frightened him when he knocked on the door, nor was it the "calmness" that was forcibly suppressed by the Sin of the Prison River in a dangerous situation.

, but really letting go of everything and removing anxiety, just like a chess player staring calmly at the chessboard.

"Oh My God."

Samir's eyes switched back and forth between Thales and Sak'el.

"Sak'el, those words you said before, those words about Queen Fiosa being a disaster and that you were determined to complete your mission... they were not all lies, right?" Sak'el said nothing.

He just stared blankly at Thales who was calm, his eyes full of sadness and confusion.

Samir gritted his teeth, trying to maintain himself between shock and anger.

"Impossible, his age...is he really only fourteen years old? If not, what does he have to do with the events of the Bloody Year?"

"What the hell is your damn mission!"

Thales watched the reactions of each of them and understood a lot with every breath.

so……

The young man slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

That's how it feels.

He could even feel that the eyes behind him looking at him were different.

Between the trust and respect that Thales had finally established, there were some other impurities.

Fear? Disgust? Doubt? Unknown? Rejection?

But that doesn't matter anymore, does it?

"Hey, that fake Wyatt!"

"It's you I'm talking about, my 'nephew'. You've known all this for a long time, right?" Tardin realized something clearly and turned his head to look at the fast rope behind him, lowering his head and shrinking his chest, trying hard to eliminate his own presence.

"Waiya? Nephew? Eh?"

He was staring at Thales' quick rope in shock, hugging the crossbow arm tightly in embarrassment, and forced a smile with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh! I, no, uh, um... it's my first time too..."

Just when the dungeon was about to turn into chaos, a muffled sound exploded out of thin air!

clatter!

"Quiet!"

The sound spread far away in the empty storage room, and everyone immediately stopped their voices.

It's Barney Jr.

He had just thrown away the extinguished torch in his hand, attracting everyone's attention.

The vanguard officer's face was ashen, and he glanced at everyone with the sternest eyes before finally turning back to Thales.

Thales took a breath and turned to look at him with a smile.

"I lost my sword."

After a long while, Barney, who was full of contradictions, spoke up.

"Just when I..."

He looked at the broken sword lying behind Thales.

Following Barney's hesitant words, everyone began to recall their previous memories.

"That's not a coincidence, is it you?"

Thayer paused for a few seconds and pursed his lips.

"Yes."

The prince said in a low voice.

Little Barney opened his mouth and looked at him in disbelief. After a few seconds, he turned to the two bodies on the ground.

"Why, why me..."

Little Barney stared at the dead Naki and Nai, his expression became very complicated.

"Why not save...them?"

Thales paused.

At that moment, a picture of him using magic energy in the "Contactor" stage flashed before him after experiencing Thoros's teachings.

That kind of indifference that is absolutely unreasonable.

And blood all over the ground.

The dungeon seemed to have entered a strange stage. Everyone was full of surprise and everyone had questions. But in the strange atmosphere and tacit understanding, no one spoke, and just stared at Thales in unison.

"I want to, but I can't."

Thales sighed and lowered his head

"sorry."

Little Barney was silent for a long time and finally lowered his head.

"Is it."

A touch of sadness spread, Barney's words seemed to have some kind of magic, and Thales suddenly felt that the eyes behind him were no longer so dazzling.

Until Sak'el's voice rang in the air.

"Why."

The hoarse and stagnant voice of the Punishment Knight attracted everyone's attention.

"Why? Why did you tell them?"

I saw Sak'el raising his head in the darkness and staring at Thales, his face mixed with hesitation, pain, sadness, disappointment and sadness.

"You may not be afraid of death, but at least... you don't have to... you don't have to endure this..."

Sak'el's eyes suddenly became very sad

"You can die in their admiration and respect instead"

Under the sad questioning of the punishment knight, Thales sighed.

"But they'll hate you."

The punishment knight hesitated slightly

"them?"

Thales looked at Sak'el silently, at the blood and dust all over his body, at the obvious tiredness and pain-bearing expression on his face, and at the conspicuous and ugly mark on his forehead.

Sacher.

This powerful and nearly invincible warrior.

I wonder how heroic he was when he was young?
To be continued...