Chapter 336, the return of the lost

Tyres thought Rafael’s jealousy was enough to make him uneasy.

It was not until Puttier took thirty seconds to tell Thales the way to get the latter out of the city in the smoky passage.

To sum it up - Tyres twitched his face and looked at the natural expression of Putility - that is:

follow me.

Move forward.

Then smile.

Gone.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Tyres stared incredulously at Putilai, who was immersed in the smoke: "What is ‘going forward' and ‘smilingly smiling to the connector?’”

Puttier took a deep breath and slowly spit out a perfect smoke ring.

"And there is no disguise or dressing..." For the unclear explanation of the other party, the prince reported deep concern and contempt: "Who is the connector? When will he meet? How can he send me out... cough and cough..."

Putier's smoke stirred the dim vision of the passage into the fog, and the pungent smell of tobacco smashed Tyres.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Putille is calm and self-sufficient: "This month, the tail of Longyan City with me is enough for me to drink a pot. Even the smoking martial arts are not owed."

"Please rest assured, the connector people will find you," faced with the accused eyes of Tyres, Putilit smiled softly: "And the place you are going to is still safer. As for not disguising, he is afraid that he will recognize Come out..."

Taylors narrowed his eyes: "He?"

Putty walked up to him in two steps, laughing and taking his shoulders and pulling Taylor out.

"Well, talk nonsense," Putile bit his cigarette holder and spit out another cigarette: "His Royal Highness, I will send you off!"

The doubts of Tells are not reduced.

"what?"

The prince frowned at his nose and struggled to find the way under his feet in the smoke: "But you said this..."

However, when he just exported, he was held by Putility and held his hand!

Putty looked serious and made a snoring gesture to him.

Taylor was shocked and held his breath unconsciously, using his nose to breathe slowly.

But Puttier also spit out a smog, his mouth is still one by one: "Trust me, saying that this is enough... my path is absolutely safe..."

Step, step, step.

Putty took him coldly and walked all the way.

They passed through a ramp in the middle of the smoke, and in the cover of the smoke, they went far to the next light.

Tyres was more and more scared.

He is... who is defending?

Do not.

Taylors woke up.

He knows.

In this underground passage, Putility has to guard against only...

It wasn't until the dark facade that was as ugly as the surrounding earth wall, the passage behind him had returned to the darkness. When it was completely gone, Puttier stopped and waited for a few seconds to listen back.

After a while, he took a deep breath and let go of Tyres.

"It seems to be gone."

Puttil put down the pipe that had been extinguished, and his face was slightly loose.

Tyres looked at him incredulously and whispered: "What happened?"

why would……

But Puttier quickly answered his questions.

"Since the people of the Secret have gone," the thin middle-aged Lord leaned against the wall and sighed: "So, it's time..."

The middle-aged man's face flickered back and forth under the illuminating light. The dust fell on his shoulders and printed some stains, but Putilit had no idea to wipe it.

Taylor's heart moved.

He hasn't seen such a Putility for a long time.

Last time, it seems to be six years ago?

Under the dim light, Puttier sorted out the emotions, and this slowly began: "Listen, Your Highness, then what I want to say is the old fox of Gilbert, who will never say anything to you." ""

"He will only encourage you to be a good prince with stars and bring the kingdom to the top."

"It won't be a secret mystery that will tell you."

“Their principle is always ‘the less the better,’ whether it is an insider or a participant.”

The more strange Taylor is listening, the more strange it is.

Gilbert and the Secret will not tell me...

"Puttier," the prince looked at him incredulously: "What kind of insider, what participant?"

Putile licked his mouth and wrinkles around his eyes made him more exhausted.

"His Royal Highness."

"We paid you so much to save you. You just asked, 'Worth it'," Putile frowned and raised the pipe in his hand. Even the ash spilled out of concern: "That doesn't matter." Just out of guilt, right?"

"You are also skeptical."

Tyres was a glimpse.

He looked at Puttier with a skeptical look:

"what do you want to say?"

Putty closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and spit slowly.

"I want to answer your question, that is the doubt: that from the time I came to Longyan City dozens of days ago, you began to have doubts."

Tyres’s face was dignified.

Putty opened his eyes.

"His Royal Highness," Putilie liked to make some determination. He said: "You have asked me where I have been in the past six years, and why did it appear now to bring you back to China? ”

"Why is it now?"

Tyres first frowned slightly, and then, full of doubts, he nodded gently under Putila's unusual eyes: "Yes?"

In the narrow passage, Tyres and Putile each leaned against the walls on both sides, silently, looking at each other under the light of the lights, half-light and half-dark faces.

"You are right," Putilla said softly: "We are not suddenly on the whim, or feel that it has been six years too long before we want to save you."

"We, including secretly guarding your six-year secret, suddenly appear in Longyan City six years later, will save you out - there is a reason."

The pupil of Tyres is slightly focused.

His heart beats slowly.

"You mean..."

Puttier took another breath, as if it took him a lot of courage: "I think there are things you have to know... at least some parts."

Tyres was frightened and found that: Putty's tone was a little shudder.

Even he did not know how to start nervous.

"His Royal Highness, do you remember what happened to Longyan City six years ago?"

"Call," Tells breathed out to open those unpleasant memories: "I just want to forget that the disaster is in the city, the dragon is coming back, and Lumba Jun has..."

Keptley interrupted him almost violently.

"No," the thin Lord said coldly: "Not only that."

"On the day six years ago, in the darkness we couldn't see, there were other things outside the Yingling Palace and the shield."

Taylor's eyes slowly widened.

Other...something?

"I believe you can see it. When I was young, I was doing things under Prince Midier." Putilla talked about the past, his voice sounded a bit uncomfortable. "Sometimes, I will go with the secret... compare near."

"So, in the crisis of six years ago, I was able to find the support I should have so quickly."

In the heart of Tyres, he began to look at the man in front of him.

Yes.

I saw it.

Just... this is the first time you have admitted.

Putier Niemann.

Putilai sighed long and seemed to still remember the past: "Six years ago, the headquarters of the Kingdom of the Dragon, which was on the top of our head, has not been transformed into the current chess room."

“At the time, it was just a hotel,” said Putile’s exhaustion:

"That night, I got the help of the master here, I got support, collected resources, ordered action - you were able to get out of jail, thanks to him."

Tyles looked up subconsciously. Of course, he could only see a rugged ceiling with some spider webs at the corner.

Even the nose is full of the cold and slight tides in the basement.

Chess Room.

Hotel?

Secret headquarters?

The prince lowered his head and the question remained: "However?"

Putty nodded as he thought.

"however."

"Just in the morning when we broke into the palace and decided to win or lose with Lombard."

Putty's tone is heavy and his tone is sad: "The owner of this hotel, the highest head of the Eckster branch of the Kingdom Secret, the super intelligence officer who has been lurking here for nearly two decades, Karen Booker."

"Death is not life."

Tyres was shocked and then turned his eyes.

He can understand Putila's sorrow and understand the sorrow of death, but this is what the other party wants to say...

Tyres quickly asked: "Is the intelligence officer dead? What happened?"

Putila's eyes dimmed, and the face was twisted a few times under the sway of the lights: "The robbers robbed, and the robbers smashed four on the back of Booker."

Taylors raised his brow: "But..."

"Yes, Booker is my old friend for many years," Pt. Laibu’s prophet nodded, guessing that Taylors thought: "I understand his ability, even if the night of the disaster and the dragon is really chaotic, No robber who robbery into the room can take the life of Booker."

Looking at him without saying a word, patiently waiting for the other party to continue.

In the next sentence, Puttier said the point.

I saw that Putility narrowed her eyes, her lips trembled, and her face was serious: "But what is really terrible is what he recorded - Booker’s secret code recorded in the hotel book."

"In those few days, he met some people, found something, and got some scattered clues, His Royal Highness."

"In the past six years, my secret department and I have been tracking these clues left after the death of Booker." In the darkness, Puttier crossed his face and avoided the light, sinking the whole face into the dark color: "Until recently, Tracked some results."

Tyres was a little anxious: "What results?"

Puttier first spit out a sigh of relief, as if to exclude something, and then took a deep breath, as if gathering something, only listening to his slightly hoarse voice screaming tiredly:

"Some old things, some black prophets can't keep calm, enough to shake the whole kingdom, terrible things."

Tyres widened his eyes: "What?"

Black Prophet?

Inciting the kingdom?

Puttier nodded heavily.

"From that day on, we understand that you are not safe, and the Star Kingdom is not safe."

"So, your rescue matters have been promoted to the kingdom and even the most urgent task of the Secret," he looked at Tyres with unspeakable pity and sorrow: "So, six years later, the Fuxing Palace. Only then decided to take you out of Exeter at all costs and bring them back to Yongxingcheng."

Tyres was stagnant.

He does not understand.

Puttila seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and relaxed: "This is the answer. It is the answer to what happened in the past six years. It is the answer to why you came back to China."

But Taylors is still not relaxed.

He jerked up and stood up.

"What, what is it?"

Tyres stared at Putile in a hurry, looking for wording, and couldn't help but raise the volume: " Six years ago, six years ago in Longyan City, what happened on our heads was enough to shake the whole star. kingdom?"

But Puttier let him down.

The other party shook his head: "No, Your Highness, I will do my best."

Telston was anxious: "But..."

Putty raised a hand and interrupted him.

"Because I don't know," Putilie's face is now sad and bitter: "I don't know, I can't believe it, whether I found out the truth, I don't know, the truth I understand and the secrets I see. The truth, and..."

He paused.

But Putilit continued to speak.

"...Is it true that the squatting on the throne is consistent with the truth he believes, and how much is the deviation?"

His Majesty?

For a while, I didn’t know where the chill came from, hitting the back of Tyres.

Puttier suddenly raised his head, as if he had recovered his strength: "Keep in mind, Your Highness."

His voice is tight, his speech speed is speeding up, and there is a bitter bitterness inside him: "In this matter... don't trust anyone, don't decide anything, don't succumb to any impressions - sometimes, even in front of you Scenarios may also be lies and illusions!"

The more you listen to Tyres, the more confused you are.

What is he saying?

What is going on?

Finally, Putty was like a dying patient who couldn’t breathe. He finally breathed in the first breath in the air, calmed down in the trembling, and responded to a long breath.

The pipe in his hand was almost cut off.

But Puttier's next sentence makes Taylors stunned!

"His Royal Highness."

"You have to do this, you should do it too..."

"About the truth about the Year of Blood, about your own life," Putilit said heavily and sadly:

"You can only find out by yourself, go after it, and confirm it."

At that moment, just like someone is ringing the drum in his ear, Tyres is a spirit!

The prince's thoughts are running fast, and unusual thinking captures countless matching information in an instant.

The year of blood?

Taylors subconsciously grabbed his chest, where King Nunn’s map of the Fuxing Palace that he had given him many years ago was tightly attached to the plaque.

However, the **** year is not the second prince Horace...

Isn't it black sword they stabbed...

Also, my life?

But the Queen of the Sky is not saying, the name of the dragon language...

Tyres was pale, and he remembered Selma's embarrassment before he left:

[Tells, 18 years ago, the **** year of the stars...]

[... are all related to disasters. 】

Ashida, Giza...

His brain is getting more and more chaotic, and the surplus intelligence and information almost makes him lost.

Putier, and the Black Prophet, the Secret, and even the King of Kessel...

They are in the end...

What secret was discovered?

Know what secret?

How many coincidences do the secrets I know?

Tyres shook a little and leaned against the wall.

The silence was restored in the passage.

After a few seconds, the prince slowly looked up and looked at the person in front of him.

Looking at the dead eyes of middle-aged men.

Puttier looked at the secret door and sighed softly: "It's time."

"You should leave, Your Highness."

This is the farewell word of Puttier.

The secret door opens.

A teenager slowly walked out of the dark passage, climbed out of a cave, bypassed the ruins of the low wall as a cover, and walked into the lonely lane.

He stopped and slowly raised his head.

The young man stood in the open-air Longyan City, standing in the corner full of debris, his thoughts confused.

In the distance, Haoyue has already taken off.

Illuminate his way home.

Just at this time.

"Ha ha ha -"

In the distance outside the roadway, a rude and ugly door blew out loud!

"Ha ha ha, this is impossible!"

Taylor was shocked, subconsciously stuck to the wall and holding his breath.

"We respect you, so we are not joking," another slightly cold voice sounded: "Long Yucheng is different. This must be solved. The new bosses in the bow area have already expressed their position: as long as you are willing to agree They are willing to..."

The rude and violent voice rang again, seemingly inadvertently interrupting the former:

"You know, a few hours ago, the dead face in the Yingling Palace came to me, the purpose is similar to yours, and the words are similar."

The rude tricks imitated the 'dead face' in his words: "But he can have more prestige than you, with two rows of guards slamming into the shield, a sly scorpion who died: 'Yu Long In the name of the city girl, I need the whereabouts of the prince.'"

Taylors glimpsed.

"You mean," the other party, the third voice sounded, and it seemed to be a group of cold voices before. He cautiously asked: "The crazy comet, personally brought someone to come to you. ?"

Comet?

Hearing the familiar name, Taylors pulled his mind back to the present and cast away the extra emotions.

It sounds like... It’s like the two sides are confrontation, the rude one is a minority, the other is the majority.

"Hah, do you know how I answered him?" The rude and vicious voice rang again, full of disdain: "You have to hear it clearly, because I am also prepared to answer you..."

The next moment, it sounded like the owner of the rude voice, snoring at the ground: "Hey!"

"I am **** whether you are a comet or a star performer, a female grandfather or a grandfather-"

"All the eggs of his mother!"

This point is updated, I feel like I am going to blow up.

Take a shower and then prepare to have breakfast.

Yes, happy birthday to Shantou!

(End of this chapter)