Chapter 399 The Alliance of the Betrayer

The whole pub was quiet again.

"Dean?"

"Da Dean? Bald Dean?"

Ricky stroked his chin and stunned: "In the 'Dante's Great Sword', the man with a flexible mind, a superb skill, and a promising future?"

Russell was silent, and the solder nodded by default.

"Your informant... it’s really deep enough." Ricky shook his head.

"Well, Dante's big sword?" boss Tampa frowned and scratched his chin.

Ricky raised his eyebrows.

and many more.

That means……

At that moment, including the reserved tavern owner Tampa, many of the mercenaries’ eyes followed Ricky, brushing to the other side, gathering in the eyes of the long-haired Teres, and the sluggish fast rope Body.

What are you doing?

Tyres, who has once again become the focus, thinks eagerly.

"Hey," Marina turned to Sonny with a suspicious look, whispering: "I remember, these two men are not in Dante's big sword..."

The mercenaries began to whisper.

Ricky looked at the two with great interest and seemed to have some understanding.

In the face of the people's scrutiny, Taylors can only pull out a subtle and awkward smile.

"You really have a good idea," with the eyes of everyone, Tyres maintains his expression, his lips are not moving to the fast rope to bite the dissatisfied bass: "Looking for a 'professional' to deal with the body?"

He desperately controls his own gaze, avoiding subconsciously looking to the feet... the human shape sacks.

"What should we do now?"

Next to Tyres, the former Prince Exeter was twitching his face and posing a look of sorrow and sorrow.

"Calm, calm," the quick rope wiped the sweat, revealing a pleasing smile to the mercenaries around the fierce gods:

"There will always be ways."

The guests outside the blood whistle noticed these small changes, but they obviously did not have the strength to take care of the small things inside these mercenaries.

Just listen to Russell coughing:

"In short, that is our goal. Although the initial clues are lost, we still have reliable intelligence inside..."

But at this time, Ricky took his attention back from the two of Taylors and raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, this Mr. Russell Vader."

The leader of the sword of disaster is faint.

With his voice, the lights in the pub swayed slightly, bringing people up and down.

Ricky looked up and smiled.

"We haven't promised to work with you yet."

Russell is amazed.

This man with aristocratic style raised his face and looked at the brazier.

"When you notify me... I thought you had convinced them?"

The solder spread out the hand and made a helpless smile.

"Good things are more polished."

Russell's brows were wrinkled and loose, just enough to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"We have not reached any agreement, this Mr. Vida," Ricky smiled. "In fact, we suddenly ushered in your group of uninvited guests on the eve of the action. We are going to 'cooperate' with us... until now, We are still very 'surprise'."

Cray snorted and greeted Ricky.

The mercenaries around them were holding weapons and their faces were unhappy.

The brazier raised his hand to Russell: "So you have to be there by yourself - only I am not enough."

Looking at the poor expression of the swords of the disaster, Russell was a bit stunned.

He understood the atmosphere at the scene.

"Ok."

He nodded and quickly sorted out his emotions, showing a good face on his taut face.

This makes Taylors familiar.

"The blood whistle, or the sword of the disaster," Russell raised a finger:

"I think we must reach such a consensus."

Ricky showed a look of interest and made a "please" gesture.

"You intend to rob the bones of the bones," Russell looked around and raised his second finger, looking serious: "And we are aiming to capture the prince of the stars."

"In the blade camp, these two things can't be done separately."

Ricky blinked slightly.

"If you invade the bones tonight," Russell said:

“In just a few hours, the entire blade camp will be awakened, and thousands of regular kingdoms will be flooded here, bringing a cordon, search team, patrol, all you want. Trouble. After that, my people want to get the Star Prince again, it is impossible."

Russell gestured to the drill, which humbly nodded.

Taylors is more confused about their relationship.

Russell’s words turned: "Similarly, if we rob the Star Prince tonight, it will be a big alarm in the camp. Any suspicious forces, gatherings, including mercenary groups, will become the first to be used by the stars. Goal, when you want to do it again, it’s even harder to go to heaven."

"The conclusion is very clear: we are like two people tied at the ends of a rope. If we don't work hard in one direction, if we don't care about what we do," Russell turned and the words were full of strength:

"That's just two vain, no one can get what he wants."

Ricky and Cray exchanged a look and saw the caution in each other's eyes.

"So, you, do you understand why we didn't ask for it, and went to the door late at night?"

Russell ignored the surrounding blade, loud:

"Do you understand the need for us to cooperate with each other?"

No one answered him, only the brazier slaps his left wrist with his right hand and smiles.

Ricky stared at the new guests with a dignified look, for a long time.

Until Russell impatiently coughed and urged.

"Your eloquence is very good," Ricky Nunu said, faintly said: "I don't look like a shadow shield."

"Vida...who are you?"

When Lasselton was in a stagnation, he did not answer.

But the masked man on Ricky’s side spoke up.

"I remembered."

The masked man squinted at Russell and said coldly: "Cray, you just said that this guy's last name seems to come from a small family under the dragon's city?"

Cray snorted in response.

Ricky turned to his companion.

The masked man faintly said: "Six years ago, King Nunn appointed a relatively rare and noble aristocrat, as the messenger of Exeter, to the kingdom of stars, to enter the palace of revival, to go to the Mora Prince prince is fair."

"The name of the messenger is exactly the same as this guy."

At this moment, Russell was shocked!

But he is not the only one who is disoriented.

On the other side of the pub, Taylors hides his surprise in a low cough, and the fast rope around him looks like a "what is me" grievance.

Taylors remembered.

He, Tells Comet and Russell Vader.

It is not the first time I have met.

so……

Tyres looked at Russell slyly and looked at the solder.

Exeter, Shadow Shield.

What is here today is an "old friend" who was six years ago.

And the only one that can put them; the two are linked together...

"King Nunn and King Chaman have also assigned important tasks, but you have failed."

"Tell me, Baron Vida."

Just listen to the masked person who dismissively said: "For the Northlanders, the shame of a failed failure will definitely bother you?"

Russell Vader’s face suddenly became blue.

The solder coughed and came out and said: "Can we..."

But Russell interrupted him.

"I don't deny my failure."

The former Eckster messenger clenched his fist and said: "That is indeed a stain in my life."

His voice is shaking gently:

"And I paid the price: I am not a baron."

The masked man shook his head.

"I guess, Longyan City didn't deprive you of your title for no reason? And the black sand collar can't give you any compensation?"

The masked man slowly walked to Russell and looked down at his eyes.

"After all, no one likes a devotee who is loyal to Longyan City on the bright side, but who is a traitor to the black sand in the back."

He is cold and cold.

As soon as this was said, Russell looked up!

The once-country messenger angered the masked man.

But the masked people seem to have no idea, and continue to chuckle: "So you can only come to a foreign country, responsible for some things that can't be seen."

Russell’s fists are getting tighter and tighter.

Ricky and Cray looked at the scene indifferently, but the braces on the side frowned.

"A shadow assassin who betrayed the shadow master, a northern aristocrat who betrayed the first king," the masked man continued to sarcastically: "The betrayal plus the traitor is a good combination."

Russell snorted heavily.

"It’s not up to you to evaluate me, mercenaries."

He gritted his teeth and stared at the blood whistle in the pub.

"According to this statement..." Russell angered and said: "We are here tonight, no matter which side, it is a shameful traitor."

"In the end, you are just a traitor to the Tower of the End!"

The voice has not fallen.

“Hey!” “Hey!”

More than one slash of the blade, it sounded at this moment!

Marina had already had a pair of swords in her hands, and Sonny also gritted his own axe, and more mercenaries stepped forward, arrogantly pushing the messenger.

The pub was suddenly murderous.

The uneasiness of Tyres forced the desire to reach out to the weapon.

"You are a little bit, everyone!"

The sound of the solder rang between the murderous mercenaries:

"We are not here to fight."

At the moment of arrogance, Ricky gently raised his right hand as if it were commonplace.

He shook his hand gently.

The mercenaries of the blood whistle were so heartfelt, but they refused to take back the blade and return to their place.

The look at Russell is getting worse.

"I understand."

"A scenery is no longer unwilling to be unwilling, and can only do some unscrupulous aristocrats in the border zone," Ricky said quietly: "I want to win back the trust of the master by a rare feat."

Russell took a sigh of relief and seemed reluctant to admit this fact.

"So, Russell Vader, you represent Chaman I."

"The king of Exeter's sorrow."

Ricky's tone is slightly dignified.

The content of his discourse also caused a lot of mercenaries to erupt, and they all whispered, and the shock was overwhelming.

Tyres felt that the fast rope around him trembled.

and many more.

Taylors subconsciously felt the doubt.

It seems that some of them are not right?

Russell is the messenger of King Chaman, and his informant is Dean.

Dean found the trace of Tyres, so he informed Russell.

And Russell was not aware of the disappointment from Dean’s appointment and wanted to save the situation?

wrong.

There must be something wrong!

Ricky looked at Russell and said: "Your king, intend to draw us?"

Russell raised his head and showed a faint arrogance.

"If you can work with us," Russell whispered: "Go back to Exeter with a valuable trophy and prove that you are a warrior. Your Majesty will certainly not regret his rewards and rewards. ""

Ricky raised his eyebrows and seemed to be somewhat unexpected.

But very quickly, he glanced at Cray and the masked man, and they laughed.

The mercenaries also sneered.

In the laughter, Russell's face became tighter and tighter.

Finally, the swords of the disasters laughed enough.

"Haw, it's no wonder that you have the confidence and carry these little moves."

"You and your shadow shield," Ricky shook his head and sighed: "When did it start, mixed with the cold-blooded king who killed his brother?"

When are you getting together?

Taylors suddenly remembered the day six years ago, when he and Selma saw it on the carriage of Rumba, the scene of the black sand and the brazier facing the talk.

Russell frowned.

But the solder on the side was smiling and there was no awareness of offense.

"As I said, I can not only provide you with the means to jail," the solder raised his hands and turned to meet everyone in the pub, let them see their smiles:

"It can also bring you a way to escape the threat of the stars - maybe it will be your choice to be sheltered in the future. From then on, there will be no more hiding and hiding, no more hiding and escape, no more fear and worry."

The mercenaries began to whisper again.

Ricky murmured and repeated: "Standing, sheltering?"

The solder nodded.

On one side, Russell solemnly finished the whole clothes.

“Once it happens,” Russell said:

"I promise that your Majesty will definitely have a place for you, and with Exeter's shelter and support, you don't have to fear the threat and revenge of the Star Kingdom - no matter how much trouble it is."

Ricky has been indulging for a moment.

"The premise is that we must attach to the watchdog and the shepherd dog that belongs to him and become Chaman Rumba?"

He looked straight at the brazier, his smile was still there, but his eyes showed unconcealed chill.

"Tell me, the solder, what kind of price did you sell yourself and the Shadow Shield?"

This is unceremonious, and even a person with a thick cheek like a solder can not help but be a stiff.

But the solder quickly reacted, coughed and licked his hand.

“This has nothing to do with the price tag, but with the market and demand.”

Like a professional businessman, the bracing screamed with a smile: "18 years ago, Teng claimed to create a soil suitable for the shadow shield, so he dominated the assassination that shocked the world. ""

The masked man snorted disdainfully.

Tyres shook his fist.

Since he set foot on the prince's road, many signs have shown that the assassination of the royal family in the **** year is numerous and far-reaching, affecting the fate of many people.

And the source of the assassination...

Just in front of you.

"But it is wrong."

The braces are cut into the ground.

"The best time for our assassin is not the chaotic world of hungry, but not the sage of peace." He raised the volume and was serious: "It is a peace and conflict, an opportunity and danger, employers and The right age of the same goal."

Ricky raised his brow.

"As we all know, we are assassins, and we are a strong man who is savvy and dying," said the braze calmly. "And you are a mercenary, or a swordsman who is a sword, or a sword--whatever you want." call."

The mercenaries face each other.

"Assassins and mercenaries, throwing away everything else, we all live by our own skills and live for life, so that we can maintain their normal operation - but you think, in the final analysis, what supports us both. survive?"

"Money, desire, hatred, hatred, ideals, future, hope, love and justice?"

The brazier made many mercenaries look strange, but more people began to think quietly.

But the bracing turned around and slammed open:

"neither!"

“It really supports us to survive,” he said coldly. “It’s the demand that calls us to shoot.”

I saw the squeaky sound of the solder:

"It is power."

He stretched out his right hand and slowly gripped in midair.

"Power, this is the foundation on which we depend for our lives, just as war is for heroes, and bones are for famous people."

Ricky's face is getting more and more dignified.

The torch turned around and seemed to convince everyone in the pub:

"The powerless people want to take power and seize power. The right to want to expand power and centralize power, so they find us, or hire or buy, and use conventional means to fill the vacuum or excessive power of power."

"And we? We are a group of beasts who feed on power, looking for life in the ambitions and grandeurs of the rebel or rulers - whether you or us, whether assassin or mercenaries, we are born to live in the crack of power. in."

Tyres silently listened to the idea of ​​this shadow assassin.

Cray frowned, and the masked man snorted more simply.

"Teng may be a madman. His arrogance and self-reliance have finally brought his own doomsday." The brazier was unmoved and continued: "But his initial intention to convince us is correct: we, 诡Shadow Shield needs an era that suits our survival, and we must take the initiative to create it instead of waiting for the times to eliminate us."

"And what we really need is the need of power for us - a powerful but still in need of our power, this is what guarantees us to survive."

The brazier turned again, facing the three swords of the disaster, with an unusual fanaticism in his eyes:

"So we need such a power, a ruler with both the state and the army, the land and the people, to buy and hire our services and to maintain our existence."

"But he can't be too strong, he is too strong to try to control us, trying to annex us, just like the Star Kingdom is in control of the secret, it can't be too weak, too weak to support us, can't protect us, just like the poor bird of the Andenzo Principality. The tail guard."

The solder erected a finger and nodded at the corner of his mouth: "This is the secret of the everlasting immortal of the assassins and mercenaries."

The assassin ended his speech, but the mercenaries looked at him suspiciously.

"So, this is the power you have found for us? The king of the pro?" Ricky raised an eyebrow.

The braziel reluctantly took a breath.

"Thanks to the Teng, the Star Kingdom is already our destined enemy, and the stars are recovering and rising. This is really not good news for us. In this case, I guess the remaining choices are not much. ”

The solder reveals a mysterious smile, like what I remembered:

"And I have to say that His Majesty is a very special king."

"In addition, Chaman I is in line with our standards: he is powerful and powerful. He has just completed the cleansing of the black sand collar, and has become the most savvy lord in Exeter. Second, Exeter is fighting inside. Although he is in a good position, he is also in a state of sorrow. The big public is screaming at the enemy, and the foreign enemies are stunned. The controversy in the collar is difficult, and the ambition of King Chaman is unfortunately inclusive. He will need us."

The brazier spoke and looked at Russell on one side, and the latter nodded.

"Does doubts have been solved?" Russell asked faintly: "By the way, the premise of all the above is that we can complete the task and regain the goal today."

But Ricky obviously has some other opinions.

"Power is the foundation on which we depend for our lives?"

He licked his chin: "Interesting."

"But you talk less about half, braces."

The brazer raised his hand and said that he was listening.

Russell frowned and seemed to be dissatisfied with the uncooperativeness of this group of people.

Ricky leaned forward and pointed his index finger at Russell.

"The king of the dear, or any power, will slowly seize our throat as they develop step by step, and when he is completely powerful, he will not leave us too many choices." His eyes slowly focused:

"He will turn you into a darkroom and secret department that spreads the gossip, turning us into a white-guard Guard and the Royal Guard, if you don't want to..."

The masked man snorted and raised his arms.

"Furthermore, once Chaman Rumba is strong, it is strong enough to ensure the stability of one side, prosperity in a country, peace in the world..." Ricky sneered: "As you said, the brazier, the sage of peace and prosperity, and Not suitable for assassins."

The brazier laughed and didn't speak, and Russell didn't move.

"So, what you want is not loyalty or attachment," Ricky's words suddenly turned, chilling:

"It's parasitic."

The smile of the solder is stiff on the face.

"What you think is not attachment or affiliation, but is parasitic on King Chaman like bloody. While serving him, he uses his power to strengthen himself and cover himself with his figure."

Ricky pointed to the hearts of the people, and hit the ground with a shot:

"When he is strong enough to get out of your control, when the world's embarrassment and death are about to be broken by the growth of power, it is time to abandon him, use his sharp blades and fingers to deal with him, dark Help his opponent, join his enemies, find your new host, and always make sure you are in the crack of power."

This time, even Russell’s expression became ugly.

"In this way, parasitic, growing, moving, re-parasitic, regrowth, repeating your cycle over and over again, and symbiosis with power, standing side by side with conflicts - where there is power, there is a shadow figure."

The masked man snorted to show his approval.

"Be careful, Baron Vida," Ricky is cold and icy:

"Blood sucking too much blood, it will also fight back."

His tone made both the brazier and Russell look dignified.

Ricky looked at Russell, who carried his hands and tightened his eyebrows.

After a few seconds, Ricky spoke again.

"however……"

"Tonight, we can cooperate, whether the goal is the crucible, or the prince."

(End of this chapter)