Thales gritted his teeth and swallowed hard.

Damn it.

In the Prison of Bones, what happened to Ricky that forced him to reveal his true form as a demon?

Appearing in the fire, disillusioned before God.

The heavy but unstoppable figure of the Punishment Knight appeared before his eyes.

No.

The young man shook his head and forced himself to cheer up and answer Morat's question.

Don't lie, Thales.

Do not lie.

"Wings of Legend."

The prince tried his best to keep his speaking speed steady:

"He gave the audacious Ricky a good beating - we all saw his face, like this thing, it looked like it was dug out of a black mine."

The Black Prophet was silent again.

"Very good, you are telling the truth." After a while, the intelligence chief slowly said:

"At least you think you're telling the truth."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, the next second.

"But, the second time."

Morat's words returned to indifference:

"Wings of Legend."

"This is the second time you use him to answer a question."

Thales' complexion changed slightly.

"It's as if you recognized this shield and believed that he would confirm your words."

The Black Prophet rubbed his skinny wrist and muttered:

"Both times are related to him. Is it a coincidence?"

Thales pursed his lips.

"Or, Your Highness, you didn't want to say anything about Ricky's situation when he revealed his true form, and you kept secret about what happened in the Bone Cage. You would rather send a troublesome and annoying troublemaker like me to ask Williams, and put the trouble behind

Are you throwing every detail issue at the hands of that evil god who is filled with murderous intent and should not be approached by anyone?"

What happened in the Prison of Bones.

At that moment, Thales heard his own breathing.

The black-veined vines on the wheelchair began to surge again, making Thales even more uncomfortable.

But he no longer had time to care about this thing.

"Let me guess, maybe you have some kind of tacit understanding with Legend Wings to cover up something, something that will force Ricky to reveal his true identity, or even make him renounce his relationship with the secret department..."

The Black Prophet mused:

"Is it the Shadow Shield?"

"Is it because Darkroom came all the way to Blade Tooth Camp?"

At that moment, the figures of the drill and the fast rope flashed before Thales' eyes, almost making him tense up.

No, fast rope...

But Morat shook his head:

"No, the one you used as an excuse is Legend Wings. The person who can force Ricky to reveal his true identity must at least be on the same level as him..."

Finally, while Thales was shocked, the Black Prophet let go of his knotted brows, exhaled, and ended his speculation.

"So, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years..."

At that moment, Morat looked at Thales calmly and calmly:

"Our dear Warden of the Guard, Lord Thackerel, is he all right?"

At that moment, Thales felt cold all over.

"As for those key prisoners in the Prison of Bones who escaped from prison in the official announcement and were executed by Williams," the Black Prophet looked at him with great interest, as if he was sizing up prey that had fallen into a trap:

"Although the unruly Baron Blade Tooth did not give a specific list, I guess..."

"It must include some former royal guards who collaborated with the enemy in the Year of Blood, right?"

Black Prophet spoke softly, every word seemed to be filled with poison:

"So they were not executed."

"But he was let go by you and Williams."

"Mercenary Ricky is the witness."

Thales no longer knew what to think.

He just... said one more sentence.

But the other party can...

"See? This is what we're talking about..."

Morat chuckled and tapped his fingers on the wheelchair a few times.

"Being smart."

"Shot in the foot."

Thales pushed the wheelchair stiffly and then came to his senses.

I was wrong.

Big mistake.

The prince's eyes were frozen in space.

Just like he can make Williams look good without being a king.

Even if Morat is in a wheelchair, he will not live long.

But he is still the master of the secret department and the chief intelligence officer of King Kessel.

It's for the whole kingdom...

Black Prophet.

"So, Your Excellency, Duke of Xinghu, as the heir to the throne, what are your intentions in manipulating these sensitive collaborators with extraordinary skills and knowing the secrets of the palace?"

At that moment, Morat spoke slowly, like a poisonous snake:
Chapter completed!