"You mean the Black Prophet?"

Thales followed quickly and walked into this inner room:

"His teacher?"

But the moment he stepped into the room, Thales suddenly felt panicked!

The Sin of Hell River stirred uneasily, but it was different from any previous danger. It felt ethereal, yet creepy.

"Hiss, hiss..." A faint rustling sound sounded in my ears, which reminded me of the sliding movement of snakes.

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting and seemed to be gone.

If it were shorter, Thales would even think it was an illusion.

what happened?

Thales adapted to the darkness of the inner room and followed Raphael's footsteps with fear.

"You know, we usually don't mention this nickname, Your Highness."

The Desolate Skeleton Man's tone became cautious:

"Especially in the secret department."

"Why?" Under the dim light, they walked forward for more than ten meters. Thales, still immersed in the fear just now, subconsciously asked back:

"Why didn't you mention it?"

The next second, a hoarse voice sounded from the darkness after six years of absence:

"Just like us, we usually don't mention the 'skirt star' in front of you."

"Your Highness Thales."

This is……

Hearing this voice, Wang Zisheng stopped in his tracks and didn't even have time to understand the ridicule in the other person's words.

The feeling of panic came over again, especially just now.

The crime of the prison river is restless.

Raphael stopped a few steps in front of him and turned around.

Revealing the person behind him.

Thales' eyes widened.

He had expected this scene, but...

"Lord Hansen," Thales stared at the thin black figure in front of him:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

In front of him, the current intelligence chief of King Kessel, the head of the secret service who had been out of sight for many years, the Black Prophet, Lord Morat Hansen, was sitting in a dark wheelchair, facing him.

I saw the old man in front of me gasping in pain as he raised his abhorrent face, which was only skin and bones, and showed an intimidating smile to Thales.

Thales looked at Morat in surprise.

how……

He remembered six years ago, when the Black Prophet was still very energetic and powerful even though he was old, and he could still threaten Gilbert and Jinny with a cane.

but now……

Thales stared blankly at the wheelchair under the other person's seat.

How could he look like he was dying?

But Thales soon realized something was wrong.

"Hiss...hiss..."

The sensory feedback from hell gave him countless hair-raising rustling sounds - originating from the dark and colorless "wheelchair".

The sin of the Hell River spread to Thales's eyes, allowing him to see clearly in the dark room.

Thales looked instinctively: he saw that the Black Prophet's wheelchair was "wrapped" with countless sticky and moist black veins, which were like muscle textures and also wrapped Morat's legs.

He was still squirming, contracting, and breathing from time to time.

That's not a wheelchair.

At that moment, Thales' hair really stood on end.

It was a...living creature.

Like branches, like vines, like tentacles.

Its back extends to the interior wall, covering half the room like a vine, all the way to the ceiling.

As for Morat, sitting in a "wheelchair", he seemed to have "grown" out of these vines.

Thales breathed in a daze, suddenly remembering the blood magician he once was.

This is……

"Don't be afraid," Morat breathed hard, raising his skinny arms and connecting them to thousands of black vines that were squirming like thousands of snakes:

"Some necessary means are like taking medicine to treat illness."

Raphael stood aside, his expression unchanged.

Take medicine to cure illness?

It took Thales several seconds to calm down.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

Morat laughed, causing the black-veined vines around him to stir.

"old."

"Your Excellency the Duke of Star Lake," the Black Prophet's voice was a little ethereal, but still chilling: "Time has caught me."

"Just like it captured Mr. Lisandro, it also captured His Majesty Eddie."

"Like it's going to catch everybody eventually."

The Black Prophet's eyes froze, showing longing:

"Except the elves, of course."

Thales breathed in a daze. At that moment, he didn't know how to face the monster-like opponent.

"I believe you have seen, Your Highness, that the kingdom's secret department has gone through fifty-seven general managers," Morat came back to his senses:

"We are all closely related to the stars, sharing weal and woe."

"Inseparable."

"We are not your enemies, Thales," Morat looked at the disgusting creature wrapped around half of his body with emotion, and called out the Duke's name:

"The truth is, we struggle just like you."

Thales stared at the black vines and felt his eyebrows twitching.

The Black Prophet raised his hand and didn't know what he did. The black veined vines that spread over half of his body immediately trembled and came out of the back of his "wheelchair", "releasing" Morat.

"Hiss, hiss..." The sound of the vines shrinking was shuddering.

Only the part that was still wrapped around the wheelchair was still moving back and forth, like maggots swarming and chrysalises twitching.

Looking at this scene, Thales felt a little uncomfortable in his abdomen.

Morat closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, then weakly opened his eyes and nodded to Raphael.

"let's start."

The Desolate Bone Man bowed his head respectfully, turned around, opened another door, and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

Seeing Raphael leave, Thales suddenly realized that the only ones left in the room at this time were him, the Black Prophet himself, and...those black "things".

This thought made him uneasy.

"Would you mind giving me a push, Your Highness?"

Morat stretched out his skinny hand toward Thales, opened his inhuman mouth, and smiled like a dead man in a coffin:
Chapter completed!