Chapter 235 Huge threats

"You really think what happened as I said."

Sly's expression was indifferent. It seemed that he had forgotten the sword front in front of his throat. He saw his gaze passing over the Pittier around Tells. He thought about it and said: "Congratulations on your dislocation - still I have you, deputy ambassador, I don’t know if you came here to visit..."

Slyes knew that this thin man in front of him was a key figure in the Star Mission.

Just talk to him...

But Puttier did not say a word, and his expression was indifferent, just waiting for their prince to speak quietly.

Tyres showed a smile: "Okay, Lord Marquis."

"Don't look at Putila again - I am the one who comes to talk to you today."

Slyes spoke a word, and he looked at Taylors slyly, his eyes changing.

Even when he first met the prince, he did not have such an expression.

"So," Slythes seemed to have replied to the previous demeanor and etiquette from the sudden attack. He cleared his throat and smiled and said, "Why are you going to be in danger again?"

He took a deep breath, looked at the sword front in front of his neck, thought about the current situation, and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Although this is not very friendly, but..."

"I have a special timed contact person. According to the prior plan, once they lose my news, the first choice is generally to inform the Grandpa of Lombard."

Niely frowned.

I saw the Marquis of Bermuda at Commas turning to Tyres, showing a bitter expression and sighing, "Look, you are taking risks."

"Yes," Tyres nodded and waved his hand at Nicholas, motioning him to retreat: "So, I risked to expose myself and come here to find you."

"It’s just like a few hours ago, you risked and picked me up in person." Tyres gaze:

"The Marquis is an adult."

The Kangmasi showed a helpless expression.

"I understand your mood, this is a sad journey," Slyless sighed helplessly: "You are not easy to get rid of the difficulties, depressed, want to return interest..."

"Do not."

Tyres interrupted him.

"I have limited time," the second prince said faintly: "So make a long story short."

Slys gave a glimpse.

The second prince stepped forward and climbed to a stool in front of the desk, trying to make his sight and the held Silees flush: "First, when I came to pick me up, you told me: If I If you give up and return to the Palace of the Spirit, you can send me out of the city and even return to the stars."

Slys turned his eyes and smiled politely.

"That is the decision you made with Lombard, privately." Tyres whispered.

"So, you are a partner of Lombard, but you are not his subordinates, do not obey his orders, and do not have to be loyal to him."

"Otherwise," Tyres tilted his lips. "How did he send his elite soldiers to protect you?"

Marquis de Sole nodded in a friendly expression and seemed to be courteous.

"I understand."

"Do you want me to betray the relationship with the Grandpa of Lombard? Help you?" The Marquis thought a little and calmly said: "This is not a small request, if it is discovered by him..."

Tyres shook his head.

"Your contract with Rumba has been completed," the prince stared at his face seriously: "King Nunn is dead - the spirit of the contract, remember?"

The Marquis’s eyes moved slightly.

"I want to do business with you, Marquis," the prince whispered: "Business is naturally a win-win situation - it is definitely more than cost."

When the words came out, the room was quiet for a moment.

Slyley tilted the corner of one side of his mouth, revealing the light in his eyes:

"business?"

After pondering for a few seconds, he then looked up and ignored the fact that he was being held hostage. He smiled brightly: "What do you want?"

Taylors also showed a smile:

"I need intelligence."

"Intelligence, um," Slyless nodded, thoughtfully: "Since it is business, what do you plan to exchange?"

intelligence.

exchange.

Taylor took a deep breath and suddenly remembered the vine manor of Kevin Deere, and the **** night.

The time is not long, but it seems to be very far away.

He returned to God and smiled at Shris, who was decent in his manners: "Reassure, my price is fair, you definitely have to earn."

Slys bowed his head and looked at it: "Oh? I am looking forward to it."

"I will use a more important piece of information," Tyres said with a stern face and said: "Exchange your intelligence."

Slyley blinked: "So is..."

Next second.

"My intelligence is," Taylor exhaled, inexplicably remembering the butler of the **** opponent, called Chris's old man, and then looking straight into Sly's eyes: "Your little life is pinching our hands. on."

The prince smiled and said: "Is this information enough?"

Sly's face froze.

One second.

Two seconds.

Slys breathed out and shrugged: "I thought you really wanted to do business with me, not..."

"Let's think about it," Taylors said with a smile: "This business is very profitable."

Slyth sighed low, but the words did not move.

"Business is not doing this," the Marquis narrowed his eyes, seemingly not worried: "You have already provoked Exeter, it is difficult to protect itself, and Commas is willing to lend a helping hand, such as quietly sending you out of the country - a As said before..."

Tyres looked cold.

"King Nunn is dead," he said coldly. "These people who swear to defend him have to endure a shame."

"As an accomplice, is it the responsibility of the negative?"

Sly's words paused.

He looked at Tyres with a suspicious look.

"These people?" Lord Marquis narrowed his eyes: "Insults of the White Blade?"

Nie Lai took a step forward.

"You don't seem to realize your situation yet," the comet said coldly: "My dear Commas friend."

Slyes heard this voice.

He first shocked a little, and then carefully and carefully quantified the makeup of Nilailai.

A few seconds later, the Marquis's face became extremely ugly.

He recognized the man whose skin was dark and unnatural.

"Ah, Lord Niely!" Slys twitched his face, his face was wonderful and painful:

"You actually still..."

"Also alive?" Niely took his words disdainfully.

Sly's face was stiff and his voice was swallowing: "Haha, haha, this, this is another surprise..."

"Yeah," Nie Lai sneered, his eyes full of hatred and anger: "Nun is kneeling..."

Still not waiting for Nie Lai to finish, the next moment, Slythe changed his face at a speed that was too fast.

"I have reconsidered it, Your Royal Highness!"

The Marquis turned his head and looked at Taylors seriously and seriously.

"This is indeed a good business." Slyce earned a serious word.

"What do you want to know about Lombard's intelligence?" His words are fluent and smooth, his tone is sincere and warm, and his emotions are real and natural: "I will do my best to solve your problems."

Rafael on the side showed a smile.

Nimule sighed with dissatisfaction.

Tyres sighed and looked at Putile, who gave him a positive look.

The prince turned to the highly venerated Marquis and nodded at Raphael.

Raphael put his sword down.

The Marquis breathed a sigh of relief.

"You said that Rumba has a unique vision and temperament," Tyres frowned. "And Rumba also said that he wants to save Exeter."

The prince looked up and his eyes were dignified:

"Why do you say that?"

Slys picked an eyebrow.

God.

I thought he would ask some of Lumba’s evidence, or key figures...

However, this question...

"You won't understand," Slys shook his head and sighed: "Many people regard this as a nonsense--in fact, I still understand it now..."

Taylors narrowed his eyes.

"Let's talk about it, see if I can understand," said the Prince of Stars: "What is the reason why Rumba wants to 'save' Exeter?"

The Marquis of Commas was fixedly watching Taylors.

The mood is rolling in the eyes.

A few seconds later, Slyce chuckled.

He whispered: "Because for him - Rumba sees the real threat, and there is danger."

In this room, whether it is Raphael or Putier, or Nilailai, it is a slight glimpse.

Only one person did not respond.

“The real threat?” said Tyres, his face unchanged.

"Yes, an unprecedented threat that is hard to resist," Slythes seems to have some excuses. He raised his eyebrows and did not expect anyone in the room to understand: "It is enough to defeat and destroy the entire Exeter threat. ”

“The other big men are ignorant or don’t want to notice.”

“Only Chaman Rumba saw it and made a decisive choice and action before the threat really hit.”

Taylors gently clasped his hands.

Getting closer and closer.

just now……

"In order to face this terrible and terrifying threat," Tyres whispered, repeatedly afraid of waking up: "He must unite all the power of Exeter, isn't it?"

"For example, the four grand princes in the Palace of the Spirit?"

“Like Longyan City?”

Taylors raised his eyes and looked sharp like a knife: "Because this is not a terrible threat that any one of them can stand alone - it has never been seen before, and will even change our history forever."

At that moment, Slythe was actually stunned.

It was like meeting the prince for the first time.

"Did you already guess?" Slys muttered: "But..."

Tyres interrupted him coldly: "It’s just a guess, I still need you to confirm it."

The prince clenched his fist and remembered everything that the little slicker said to him.

Judith III.

A hundred years of chess.

The foundation of the world.

Taylors narrowed his eyes and asked the last question: "The huge threat."

"What is it?"

Slythes seems to have recovered from the surprise of Tyres.

He exhaled a long breath and frowned.

A few seconds later, Sly's brows slackened.

He smiled.

"His lord of Tyres, in fact, you have figured it out," Slyce shook his head slowly, smiling: "What has been done for all of what Charman Rumba has done for a long time?"

Taylor's eyes are getting more and more dignified.

Just listening to Sly's face with deep meaning, faintly authentic: "What kind of existence is in this world..."

"The dragon country that can shake the military powerless..."

"Threasing the future of the first power of Westland..."

"It will inherit the great Northland Way and establish the Kingdom of Exeter for more than 600 years..."

“Pushing on an unprecedented life and death?”

(End of this chapter)