He said softly:

"Even the fear of me has dissipated a lot."

"It's really impressive."

Thales pursed his lips.

Is it.

Then who typed up those secret reports in King Kessel's hand about the prince's "daring and daring actions on his own initiative"?

But at the next moment, Morat asked softly.

"Then, Your Highness, as someone who has experienced it personally, can you help me clarify my doubts?"

"In the Blade Tooth Camp, what made the mercenary Ricky break his promise and renege on his contract, voluntarily give up his long-term cooperation with us, leave everything behind and fly away?"

Long-term cooperation.

Thales captured this keyword.

His eyes fell on the creeping vines on the wheelchair.

Demonic flesh.

For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered the "meat shaved off their bodies" that Morat had just said.

I see.

This is their cooperation.

The Black Prophet's words brought him back to reality:

"Do you know?"

Thales came back to his senses.

What made Ricky break his promise and fly away?

At that moment, he thought of Sak'el on the bones of the prison, of the Blade of Purification drawn on paper, and of what the Punishment Knight said about the late king who was the enemy of the world...

No, I do not know.

Thales wanted to answer this way.

But he can't.

Because he knows.

Thales kept in mind Yodel's reminder:

Facing Morat, he cannot lie.

"Yes."

Thales answered the words naturally, calmly and smoothly:

"Williams."

"Legendary Wings used Ricky's mercenary group to create chaos and recaptured the Blade Fang camp, and then threatened him: Get away as far as you can."

"I guess he listened."

Williams.

Upon hearing this name, Black Prophet's eyes froze and he was silent for several seconds.

"Well, maybe."

very good.

Looking at the other party's reaction, Thales said silently:

If Saab really made the bet on "a vicious dog that bites off someone's leg"...

Maybe he can actually win money.

"So the Sword of Disaster and the Kingdom's Secret Department are old friends?"

Thales was determined to continue exploring. He endured the discomfort and tapped the vine, causing the thing to shrink again:

"Did Ricky give you these things?"

The black texture on Ricky's face, Raphael's arms, and the Black Prophet's wheelchair.

Not just this.

The Sword of Disaster, Crassus and the Red King, mercenaries and the secret science more than a hundred years ago.

Connected.

Morat was also silent for a while.

But this time, he answered Thales with a dark chuckle.

The smile made the second prince feel a little flustered.

"I say, you have become more perceptive, Your Highness."

"But it's still not cautious enough."

Thales was slightly startled.

Not cautious enough.

What's the meaning?

Morat stopped laughing and said abruptly:

"Raphael's report is correct."

Thales felt bad:

"What report?"

Morat looked her over and shook his head:

"After six years of observation, he said..."

"When you encounter trouble, Prince Thales is capable and ambitious. He is good at collecting information from multiple parties, combining intelligence, piecing together clues, observing and thinking from different angles, and then based on your unconstrained mind, go straight to the topic and grasp the key points, creatively

The earth comes up with solutions that no one can think of."

"However……"

His tone changed:

"You are too stubborn, too focused on the questions you raised, and lack the prudence and rigor required for intelligence work. It is inevitable that you will be misled by the logic of the story you deduced and miss inconspicuous but crucial details."

"For example, a stunning appearance at a state conference."

Thales' breathing was stagnant.

"You are also too emotional and care too much about the essence of things. You lack the tact and comprehensiveness needed to deal with complex problems. You are often limited by principles and ignore the cost, and make impulsive choices that are not understood by ordinary people."

"For example, give it a try in the Palace of Heroes."

Black Prophet narrowed his eyes:

"Even the one who came forward last night."

Thales only felt that the arms pushing the wheelchair were stiff.

Why, why did he suddenly say this?

But the other party's words still came like a magic voice, unable to stop them:

"So, you often end up with unpredictable and bad consequences after taking decisive action to win back a victory."

"You guessed the beginning correctly, but missed the ending."

The intelligence chief of the kingdom’s secret department, Black Prophet, Lord Morat Hansen said quietly:

"Commonly known as: being smart."

"Shot in the foot."

At this moment, Thales couldn't help but think of Raphael's team:

Prince's butt.

A wave of dissatisfaction surged into my heart.

But at this moment, Morat gently raised the topic and changed the topic back to its original position:

"I mentioned Ricky, and I only said we were collaborating, but I never said we were collaborating on this thing."

He looked at the trembling black-veined vines beneath him with disdain:

"But why do you confidently connect the clues and think this thing must come from Ricky?"

The Black Prophet glanced at him leisurely:

"It seems that you already know who the leader of the Sword of Disaster is."

Thales figured something out, and suddenly became speechless and turned pale.

"Then the problem comes: this is his most hidden secret, and he will never take the initiative to tell you when introducing himself."

Morat is interested:

"So the next question will be: when he was creating chaos in the Bone Cage, with Ricky's skills and Blood Whisper's combat power, what happened to him and what kind of threats did he receive..."

"That I will be forced to show my trump card in front of you and reveal my true identity?"

Black Prophet looked at the vines on his legs coldly:

"So that makes you believe that this thing comes from the same origin as him?"

"Can you answer me?"

"Your Highness?"
To be continued...