"You don't intend to join us, do you, knight?"

Ricky, whose eyes were getting colder, finally raised his head:

"You followed my wishes just to trick me."

"It's like just guessing that I am a devil."

Sacher snorted coldly.

"You came to me not just to recruit me."

Sak'el gritted his teeth and raised his voice:

"The Blood Bottle Gang and the Disaster were all involved in the turmoil eighteen years ago. Since you have such a good relationship with them, of course you are also among them, right?"

Ricky didn't answer his question again.

The devil's attitude from top to bottom, inside and out, has become extremely indifferent:

"It seems you are good at more than just fighting, knight."

"I'm only good at fighting," Sak'el said calmly, facing Ricky's eyes calmly, even tit for tat:

"But fighting doesn't have to be limited to swords."

The two looked at each other, their eyes like swords, fighting back and forth.

Thales, who was watching aside, felt a chill in his back.

Finally, after the suffocating confrontation, Ricky turned his head.

"Samuel!"

Ricky said coldly:

"I think Sak'el's legs are a little numb from sitting down. Could you kindly accompany your old commander for a walk?"

Samir came from a distance, glanced doubtfully at the two people who were about to fight, and nodded:

"my pleasure."

Sak'el sneered and shook his head.

The punishment knight didn't wait for Samir to help him, then he stood up, dragged his seriously injured body, and limped away.

"So he can walk on his own."

Ricky stared coldly at Sak'el's back, with deep vigilance in his eyes: "Just now, you just showed weakness to me and deliberately made a false statement."

This man is not just a reckless man who only knows how to fight and kill.

On the contrary, his insight is sharp and his understanding is amazing.

Even in conversations off the battlefield, he will bully the enemy, show weakness, and set traps...

Get the information he wants.

Punishment Knight...

Ricky tightened his grip on his sword.

"He makes you nervous."

Ricky turned around.

Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the demon with some schadenfreude: "In the verbal confrontation, you lost to a human, and he got a lot of information out of you, right?"

Ricky's face darkened.

Thales sighed softly:

"But you just said that real demons are so inhumane that you think they are human..."

Listening to the boy repeating the words again, the distracted Ricky frowned:

"What?"

Thales raised his head.

"'Real Devil'?"

Thales said suspiciously:

"What does this mean, Ricky?"

"You mean, you are not a real devil?"

Ricky's cheek moved slightly.

But Thales wasn't done yet.

"Besides, I tried to copy your finishing power in the tavern before, right?"

Thales said softly, paying attention to Ricky's face.

"I know that the power of ending is the pride of mankind... and I also know that whether they are vampires or orcs, their power is very different from the power of human ending."

Thales became serious:

"If you are really the body of a demon living underground and in hell, Ricky... then why do you have the power of termination?"

"Is it true that you are possessing others, as Sak'el said?"

"If so, where did your body come from?"

Ricky's expression turned ugly again.

He suddenly realized...the young man in front of him might not be easier to deal with than Sak'el.

"I told you, Your Highness, there were all kinds of magic in this world," Ricky looked at him deeply:

"And my existence is a little more complicated than you think."

A little more complicated...

When Thales was thinking about how to extract more information, Ricky suddenly interrupted.

"So, use the Sin of Hell River to copy other ending powers, right..."

Ricky narrowed his eyes:

"Did you realize it yourself, or was it taught to you by someone?"

Thales vaguely knew that the other party was changing the subject, but he had to admit that the thing he used to change the subject attracted the boy's attention.

The sin of the prison river.

A black sword appeared in front of Thales' eyes.

"Does it matter?"

Ricky smiled and said:

"certainly."

"If you thought of it, you're pretty good."

But Ricky's expression immediately changed, as if a cold wave was coming:

"If someone else taught you..."

I saw Ricky saying coldly and seriously:

"Then he intends to harm you."

"Or I don't want you to make any progress at all."

For a moment, Thales was completely stunned.

Harm me?

Thinking about the opponent's identity as a demon, Thales was about to retort disdainfully, but he suddenly remembered the scene when he parted with Black Sword.

Regarding the Sin of Hell River...after tonight, you'd better not use it again.

No way?

The young man clenched his fist subconsciously.

Thinking of this, Thales's sarcastic words about to speak paused for a moment, and finally turned into a rhetorical question:

"Harm me? What do you mean?"

Ricky took a deep breath and calmly. Thales suspected that what the other party wanted was this kind of comfort of seeing others confused and him being the one to solve them. He leaned back, shook his head and smiled:

"Because the changing characteristics of the Sin of Hell River have so many uses, there are so many ways to improve yourself..."

"But you chose the stupidest, least efficient, most troublesome, and most boring one."

Ricky's eyes flashed with a profound look on his face:

"imitate."

Thales frowned:
To be continued...