Chapter 209, the other black prophet

The cell in the gate was quiet.

Cohen's eyes widened and he looked at the tempered prince with horror.

Miranda quietly stared at Raphael's right hand and his face was light.

"What?" Wyatt frowned. "This... Your Highness, what you said is..."

Rolf, behind him, grabbed the shoulder of the attendant and shook his head.

The eyes of Tells and Raphael meet in the air, and one side is cut off, and one side is calm and waveless.

After five seconds, Raphael took a deep breath and his eyes were sharp.

He noticed that Tels had just moved unconsciously into the corner of the cell.

He is planning it.

This distance is a little farther, even if I want to suddenly stun him...

Rafael looked at the side of Wyatt and Rolf, and sighed softly.

"Excuse me, Your Highness," the young man who saw the secret department said calmly: "But we are in danger now, if we want to talk about drinking, we might as well wait for the escape."

The lights in the cell swayed slightly.

Tyres smiled.

"After?" The prince gently pulled out the dagger in his hand and slowly said: "After getting out of danger, I have no chance to know the truth."

"If I don't ask, are you going to never tell me?"

According to the sneaky and sneaky mystery habit, now is the only time to let them speak, and Tels silently thinks.

The atmosphere in the field was a bit dignified and tense.

Lafite frowned slightly: "Prince of Tyres, you are famous for being a young boy in the stars, but at the moment your performance is very naive..."

Tyres looked cold, and he looked at Raphael's calm expression and smirked.

"naive?"

"I still remember the letter from Count Gilbert Casso."

Hearing his father's name, Wyatt's face was slightly moving.

"He told me that the Black Prophet promised him, and the Secret Society will handle the matter of the Blood Magic Master." Here, Tyres snorted: "Let me not worry."

Cohen glanced at Rafael, who couldn't say a word, and couldn't help but want to speak, but Miranda held his hand.

Tyres sighed.

"Look, if I wholeheartedly believe that you are my savior, entrust everything to the secret, obey obediently with you, carefree and let you be at your mercy," Taylors's eyes began to get cold: "That is called childish."

Raphael narrowed his eyes and lowered his head and silenced for a while.

"I understand your mood."

"But now is not the time, Your Highness," Raphael looked up and looked around, and said quietly: "Your request will also concern the safety of everyone in this room."

Cohen's brows are slightly wrinkled, but Miranda has already opened his mouth.

"No," the female swordsman of Aaron's family looked at her former lover, faintly said, "We are also in it, and I really want to know the truth."

Not only that.

I want to know more about your business, Rafael.

The young people in the secret department are slightly glimpsed.

Raphael looked back at her calmly and his eyes were complicated.

"Raphael," Cohen sighed. "Maybe you should be honest - just like last night, if you are willing to explain to us, maybe..."

The alert officer glanced at the dimly lit cell and sighed and slowly shook his head.

Taylor stood in the corner and nodded lightly: "Believe me, make a long story short - no better time than now,"

A nuisance suddenly surged into Raphael's heart.

"Are you all crazy? We must leave as soon as possible," Raphael frowned. He looked around the circle and the speed of speech increased. "They work once in three hours, once in half an hour..."

Wye was shocked and quickly posted to the door and listened to the outside voice.

However, Miranda shook his head and interrupted Raphael.

"In any case, we have to break out unexpectedly. It is a matter of time before the enemy is encountered." The girl of Aaronde’s face was cold and stared at Raphael: "It’s better to ambush here first than to meet them halfway." Or people in shifts will kill them in one fell swoop."

Rafael's face is getting more and more ugly.

"But since you said so, you may wish to hurry," the second prince shook his head. "In half an hour, let me know what is going on?"

"And we don't have to spend that much."

Raphael looked at Tyres slyly.

The young people in the secret department took a deep breath.

"Chaman Rumba," he looked back, serious and quick-talking: "Do you know that you are back in his hands, you know that the Star Kingdom will be..."

"of course!"

Tyres raised his head without hesitation and looked directly at his red eyes: "And I also know that I was in his hands because of the ‘help’ of those people!”

Rafael gave a slight glimpse, and Cohen and Miranda looked at each other with different looks.

"Yes, maybe I will die, maybe I will be stigmatized and tortured before I die," the second prince said faintly: "But at least I chose to die clearly, not under the knife that was handed behind, confused. Lose your life."

Raphael pinched his fist.

"Is this important? Even at this time, in a dangerous situation, strong enemies are waiting," the celebrity came out with a heavy breath, and the mood was somewhat unstable: "You have to waste time on this. It doesn't matter. On the details?"

"Yes, this is very important," Tyres said with a slight sigh: "And I'm sure this is by no means a 'insignificant detail'."

If the secret is a collaborator of Lombard...

"I don't know if I am at the point where I am now. Is it a part of your plan?"

"I don't even know if I am going with you now, will I fall into another trap."

Taylor looked at a few different faces, and nodded solemnly and earnestly.

“One of my female friends told me when dealing with family disputes, be wary of the so-called 'allies' who will slap you from behind.” Recalling the past, Tyres sighed and felt that somewhere on his neck. The part is faintly painful.

"And one of my king's friends has demonstrated it personally," Tyres unsurprisingly saw the little slick trembled. "Ignoring those insignificant but vital details will make you unclear." ”

The cell was quiet for a moment.

Raphael looked at him quietly. After a few seconds, he sighed long: "Your friends are really many."

"Ah, I have a lot of experience," recalls the experience that has come all the way. Tyres has a deep feeling: "I have benefited a lot from each of them."

Quiet again in the cell.

Raphael looked at the eyes of Tyres, his eyes fixed for a long time, his eyebrows swayed.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded slowly.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief.

But Raphael’s next sentence made him frown.

"However, this belongs to the confidential information of the Secret, even if you are a prince, the king of the future," Raphael whispered, he looked around the circle of people, "I can't divulge it to you privately - and nothing. people."

Cohen’s expression changed and Miranda sighed.

Tyres frowned: "You..."

"So, about the relationship between the Peruvian and Lombard," Rafael said again, only to hear him curl up his mouth, like a smile: "I suggest you ask him - just right, I have some questions to ask. he."

Everyone present was slightly glimpsed.

"He?" Tyres was suspicious: "Who are you asking?"

Only Miranda looked white and remembered something.

“Hey,” Raphael looked around at a circle of people, revealing a mysterious expression: “Of course the adult.”

Just listen to him slowly opening his mouth and biting a name from his mouth:

"Lord Morat Hansen."

The scene was quiet for a second.

After a second, everyone who understood the name and reacted to it suddenly changed.

Tyres’s breathing was slightly stagnation, and Cohen’s expression was almost dead on his face. Wye’s face licked Rolf, and even the little slicked his mouth.

After a few seconds.

"Black Prophet?"

Tyres adjusted his breathing and wondered: "But he is not..."

"No," Cohen's face changed. He held his own sword and turned his head and looked around: "He is here, in Longyan City?"

Raphael gently pulled his mouth and his face was subtle.

"Yes, he is here."

Everyone frowned.

"But he is also there," said the young man who saw the secrets.

"The Black Prophet is everywhere."

After the speech, Raphael no longer cares about the unknown people.

I saw him taking a deep breath.

Raphael extended his right hand and spread his palms up to reveal his white wrist.

His left hand grabbed his right arm and grabbed the sleeve that had just been smashed into two flaps.

Raphael frowned slightly.

He looked up and looked at Miranda deeply in the crowd.

The look seems to be hesitant.

Miranda quietly looked back at him, and his eyes were sad first, and then turned into perseverance.

She nodded slightly toward Raphael.

Cohen, who is very familiar with the two, feels an abnormal atmosphere and gives a slight glimpse.

Raphael sighed and decisively pulled the sleeves on his right arm back.

Show his arm.

But just as Rafael opened his sleeves, everyone was stunned.

Raphael's hand is perfect, very white - not like a swordsman's hand.

Underneath his wrist, there is a ugly and ugly thing.

It undermines the overall perception.

I saw Rafael's right wrist underneath, and there was a reddish horrible scar on the fleshy valgus - it looked like a burn or a burn.

The size of the scar, from the wrist to the bottom, almost filled Rafael's half arm.

Even more bizarre is that this scar seems to be very regular, like a meaningful pattern.

Miranda closed his eyes and turned his head, seemingly afraid to look again.

There was doubt in the heart of Tyres, and the little slick behind him curiously extended his face.

"This, this is..." Cohen involuntarily reached out and grabbed Raphael's hand. He looked at the ugly scar on Rafael's hand in shock and exclaimed:

"It's a brand!"

The alert officer jerked his head up and his face was incredibly expressionous.

"Wait, the brand of this position, and this deep imprint," Cohen opened his mouth, his face horrified, and his voice was a little trembling. "I was in the West, I saw it in the hands of the prisoners of the bones." ......"

"This is one of the most serious punishments..."

When I heard this, Taylor’s heart moved.

Lafayette sighed and he broke away from Cohen: "This is not the key, I want to contact now..."

But Cohen didn't listen to him. He saw the alert officer biting his teeth and slammed Rafael's other arm and pulled his sleeve up.

Everyone stopped again.

I saw Rafael's left arm, and there was a horrible mark that was almost identical to the right arm, lying abruptly under the wrist.

The scars and **** knots almost covered the blood vessels.

Rolf trembled in his heart, unconsciously reaching out and touching the throat under his mask.

The extent of the scar...

"Your hand, no, no..." Cohen looked at the horrible mark on his friend's wrist and refused to believe and shook his head. He said: "Who is this, who made it?"

Raphael closed his eyes and breathed a deep breath from his nose, his brows twitching.

It seems to think of something.

Taylors looked up and saw Miranda's pale face and sly lips.

The female swordsman clenched her mouth and looked at the horrible scars on Raphael's hand, shaking slightly.

"They, they actually abolished your hand?" Cohen looked at his friend, his eyes were shocked and angry, and he saw his face whispering whitely:

"Abandoned the hands of a swordsman?"

Rafael opened his eyes and opened Cohen.

"enough!"

Rafael pulled the sleeves of his left arm and changed his face in a rare way. He saw him screaming at Cohen with anger: "It doesn't matter - I have healed!"

Taylor sighed in his heart: he knew what it was.

That is a peculiar punishment.

He once squatted under the window sill of the Brotherhood House and stole the execution of the thugs - a self-righteous collection leader with a little strength.

What left this brand is a special kind of soldering iron. In addition to the facet, there is a thin thin blade that rises up – it looks like a seal, but it is sharper and sharper than the protrusion on the seal. Countless times. When the red soldering iron is printed on the wrist, it is not only simple to leave a burn, but the special sharp protruding blade will boil the flesh and cut directly into the deep tissues and blood vessels, completely destroying the muscle tendons that control the fingers.

After the execution, the recipient's muscles and blood vessels, and even the neuromuscular tendon, will suffer irreversible permanent damage.

Of course, these hands are destroyed, and even in daily life, they can't help but tremble.

Taylors still remembers the poor guy who was punished. He never even got up in the bowl. He sat on the street every day, screaming with his wild dog and waiting for the charity of good people.

A month later, he fell down on the black street.

Taylor looked up and looked at Rafael with some horror and unbearable look.

This guy, has also been subjected to that kind of punishment?

his hand……

I saw Raphael's face unhappy. He held his right arm and stared at the ugly mark. His arm trembled and seemed to see a flower on it.

But Taylor’s heart was moving.

wrong.

That is a permanent disability, how can it be cured?

Also, if such a penalty is imposed, he can't even get the tableware, but Rafael just...

His thoughts were interrupted by Cohen.

"Miranda, you know, right?"

Tyres turned his head and looked at Cohen, who was trying to suppress his emotions, and pressed Miranda's shoulders.

And Wyatt was anxiously pulling the other arm of the alert officer and trying to drag him back.

"That level... it is impossible to heal - when you played against you last night, you found out!" The police officer stared at Miranda, who was silent, and said: "You know this from the beginning." what's going on!"

"Miranda, tell me, Raphael's two hands are... Who did it!"

"Mystery? Or **** black prophet?"

But Miss Aarond just closed her eyes, her face mourned, she shook her head, and looked sad.

There is no cold and sharp female swordsman style before.

Tyres looked at the mark and his heart was bright.

He seems to know the answer.

The mark on Rafael's hand, on the **** scar of the knot, has a special pattern.

That is the trace left by the specially cast blade.

In order to identify the family crests and emblems of the important aristocracy, Tells once threw Gilbert to his Star Kingdom stamp, and painfully recited it from the coat of arms to the pattern, to the emblem to the code, and then to The seal of the seal when the king was written.

And the mark on Rafael's wrist - there is a rare imprint of the ancient empire text, which is very different from the current letter writing, because it is too old, even in the letter of the lacquer seal will not be used.

That is the letter ‘A’.

Represents a highly respected aristocratic surname.

Since the ancient empire era, it has been passed down to today's noble home.

The eagle flying in the north.

Thinking of this, Taylors sighed softly.

"Cohen Karabyan, let go of her!"

Raphael’s voice trembled.

They turned around and were surprised to see that Raphael was struggling to hold the wall, and the exposed arm kept trembled as if he had experienced torture.

"We are still in the cell!"

Raphael’s face was distorted, his voice was terrible, and his voice was a bit thick: “Don’t mess up!”

Miranda, who heard the sound, blinked.

Boom!

She rubbed an elbow on Cohen's abdomen.

Under the eyes of the rest of the crowd, Cohen stepped back bitterly, and Miranda rushed to Rafael in three or two steps.

"What happened?" Miranda trembled and held Rafael, who was in the wrong state: "What happened?"

Taylors narrowed his eyes and he didn't feel right.

"Enough, this is not the key," Raphael said with a painful face: "Next, no matter what you see, don't make a fuss."

Variant regeneration.

The next moment, I saw Rafael violently twitching. On his right arm, the fleshy knot of the flesh and blood, like life, suddenly arched upward.

A dark wavy line appeared along his arm.

Then, the branding cracked open!

Yes, it is split.

And there is a rule, from that line, the dogs are staggered and jagged!

"Tear it... ......" As if the cloth was tearing, it was heard.

Except for Raphael, who seems to be constantly tolerant of suffering, everyone is stunned.

This is... what ghost?

What to use to describe it, it is like a lurking under the skin, no lips only teeth mouth, suddenly arched from Raphael's arm, and then open a mouth full of sharp teeth, tear the skin!

Taylors only felt a goose bump.

The "mouth" that covers Raphael's skin is halfway open to reveal the contents.

It was endless darkness, like a black hole.

Nothing can be seen.

Let Tyres feel a bit cold in his heart.

The "mouth" seemed to be unsuccessful and the speed slowed down.

"Fast, blocking the light," Raphael pressed almost all of his weight on Miranda. He clenched his teeth, his face twisted, and he bitterly said:

"It doesn't like...light..."

Cohen, who got up from the ground, hurriedly stood up and blocked the light from the height.

Finally, the terrible "mouth" that was parasitic on Raphael was completely unfolded in his hand.

Its dark "spikes" point to the outside and tremble slightly.

It seems to be breathing.

The center of the "mouth" is still a bottomless black hole that cannot see the depth.

Raphael exhaled a sigh of relief and looked cold and sweaty. He seemed to have just been freed from torture.

"Well, Mila..." He squeezed a smile: "It's okay."

Miranda looked at Raphael in pain and looked at him. He felt very sad when he was trembled.

Raphael...

What have you experienced...

Cohen, with a shocked eye, asked the question in everyone's mind: "This... what is this ghost thing?"

Taylor looked at Rafael's arm with horror, staring at the one shrinking, seemingly breathing black hole, and looking at the dark tines attached to Rafael's flesh, only the scalp Hemp.

At this time, a very familiar voice of Tyres came out of the black hole of the monk, scaring everyone to jump.

It was a chilly, hoarse, old, chilling male voice.

Hearing the voice, Taylors remembered the memories of the past, only to feel the sweat on his body.

In the still cell, the secret head of the Star Kingdom, the voice of the black prophet Morat Hansen, with his unique, unpleasant tone, came from the dark side of Raphael’s arm. :

"Hey, the third thorough communication in five hours... How much did you eat that locust?"

"An arm?"

Mom, how do you write and write, and become so many words?

(End of this chapter)