In response, little Barney just let out a loud sigh, keeping his eyes on the serious injury on the opponent's waist.

hateful.

Almost...

Just a little bit closer!

"In normal times, you must be a good opponent worth fighting."

"But not today."

Ricky's breathing gradually subsided, and he turned to Thales, who looked extremely ugly.

"I am surprised and admired, Your Highness, you have found yourself a top team of guards in such a short period of time."

"Now, we can end this."

Following his words, several mercenaries tightened their swords against the hostages as if to demonstrate.

Thales looked tense.

I saw Ricky waving his hands tiredly.

"Get the others and let's go out."

The mercenaries headed by Clay and Josh received the order and moved forward one after another.

"Your Highness," Taldin looked nervously at the Swords of Disaster surrounding him, "please stand back..."

But at this moment, Thales suddenly stood up.

"Wait a moment!"

Under Tardin's worried and doubtful eyes, His Royal Highness crossed them with an ugly expression and stood at the front of the team.

"I have a question."

Clay and Josh, who had swords in their hands, frowned slightly.

Knowing the importance of this boy, they looked back at Ricky.

Ricky took a deep breath, pulled his sword out of the ground, and stood firm.

He took a step forward with his sword in hand

"Come on, Your Highness, I believe you are tired too."

"What's the problem? Let's talk about it after we go out?"

Thales ignored Ricky's words. He just stared at him, trying to find something different in every detail of Ricky's body.

But he was disappointed.

Although Ricky was seriously injured at the moment and looked tired, compared with the body that had been soaked in a pool of blood before, his whole person was completely brand new.

Thales took a deep breath and felt the pain and fatigue in his body becoming more and more obvious.

Even thinking seems to be half a beat slower.

But he must persist.

Especially when faced with...

"I saw it with my own eyes, you were stabbed through the head."

Thales steeled himself and stared at Ricky suspiciously.

"But you, how did you do it?"

Listening to the conversation between the prince and Ricky, everyone in the guard was shocked.

"What's the meaning?"

Tardin asked Cannon next to him in a low voice, "Peel through the head?"

Cannon just looked at each other in confusion, unable to understand.

Ricky smiled again, very naturally.

But it made Thales become nervous and irritable.

His head started to hurt again.

"Don't you already have the answer?" Ricky stared at the boy with a calculated look on his face.

"After you think about it, you will understand that you are powerless to resist."

Already have the answer?

Thales suddenly realized something was wrong.

That's right.

Thales was surprised to see that the pained look on Ricky's face had disappeared.

Ricky straightened up and released the hand covering his abdomen.

I don't know when, but his wound stopped bleeding.

And Ricky returned to his indifferent leader image, rubbed the bright red on his hands, and shook his head with a smile.

It was like he had never suffered a serious injury like a puncture in his waist and abdomen.

Only the cut armor was left, telling the story of the scene just now.

Thales felt cold inside.

what does that mean?

And he said...

Ricky's faint smile suddenly became mysterious in Thales's eyes.

The prince felt a splitting headache.

He looked at the damage to the other party's clothes and armor, and endured the fatigue that made him want to sleep.

"Are you... a vampire?"

Ricky paused for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"I told you, you already have the answer, but you don't want to admit it."

Not a vampire.

no.

The boy looked at the subdued Barney and Belletti, and the inexplicable fear deep in his heart surged up again.

"Did you just say, 'If you are killed, you will be reborn every time you die'?"

Thales gritted his teeth and carefully asked the question he was most worried about.

"Who are you……"

"Are you one of 'them'?"

Ricky still just smiled and didn't answer.

The laughter made Thales's already tortured and dying spirit even more uncomfortable.

Seeing the other party's almost acquiescing attitude, Thales felt extremely cold in his heart.

When facing assassins, he can be vigilant, when facing northerners, he can negotiate, when facing Sak'el, he can find other means...

But facing...

Thales looked gloomy.

Little Barney, who was subdued, understood something and his face changed slightly.

"Wait, you mean this person..."

Thales shook his head, keeping his eyes on Ricky.

hateful.

If, if this guy is really what I think...

If he were...

No, that's too bad.

First it was Sak'el, then this...

The young man's tired eyes circled around and stopped at the silver sword he once held.

If he really is...then there is no hope in trying hard.

unless.

Thales felt like his head was going to explode.

He has to think, think, think of a way out...
To be continued...