Chapter 226

"What about the man with blond hair?"

Rums's face was hidden under his hood, and his eyes were cold.

His majesty almost died in the hands of the other party.

It is not how loyal rums is to wesselis, but his ambition of rums snow needs to climb on the big tree of wesselis.

If wesselis falls down and has no allies or even enemies everywhere in andalos, he may return to the humble bastard overnight.

Rums secretly completed the task assigned by wesselis and tried his best to spread the story of trampling on guests' rights, which made wesselis's counterattack take it for granted.

In this process, Ramses met the blonde man with a strange look, and Ramses smelled the familiar smell from him.

But Ramses didn't take it seriously at that time.

However, when he returned to the palace, he knew that wesselis had been assassinated. The killer disguised himself as a prince in rags and jumped the tower to escape. His abdomen was stabbed by the young king's counterattack, and his left hand was broken.

Ramses suddenly remembered the strange man he met in the tavern.

The other party covered his abdomen with one hand, his left hand was stiff, it seemed inconvenient to move, and he had the most familiar smell of blood.

Rums suspected that the other party was the assassin who assassinated wesselis, and then led the members of the wind blowing group to arrest the other party.

However, the assassin was not found, but there was another unexpected harvest.

The arrow in the red haired woman's thigh was covered by a big net, even if she had great ability, she couldn't break free.

Then pantos's soldiers and the mercenaries of the wind blowing regiment rushed up and pressed each other to the ground. Then they tied their hands and feet with iron ropes and brought them to Ramses's eyes.

Ramses opened his mouth for interrogation, but the other party clenched his teeth and closed his mouth.

"Oh."

A dark smile appeared on the corner of the black haired youth's mouth. He liked such a hard spoken person.

However, at this time.

The soldiers who searched the whole tavern finally had an unexpected harvest.

A mercenary of the wind blowing regiment is an expert in this field. There are all kinds of talents among these mercenaries, and even those who are good at digging graves.

One of the experienced middle-aged mercenaries with stubble on his face tapped each floor on the ground, finally found the position at the back kitchen tunnel of the tavern, and then lifted the slate with his hand to expose the dark and deep hole below.

"Leader Kago!"

Then came the topless doslak, a captain of the wind blowing regiment, the right hand of the prince in rags.

"Yes."

Cago squatted at the edge of the hole and threw a stone down to test it. In an instant, there was a response. The hole was not very high.

Then he took a torch from a mercenary's hand and shone down. You can see the ladder below and the bottom of the tunnel.

Ramses also heard the news and was attracted to look at Kago.

"Hum."

Then the doslaker snorted angrily, pinned the yarak machete on his belt, and jumped down the tunnel with the ladder.

The other good players in the wind blowing group also followed behind their leader and entered the underground cave together.

On the other side, the tavern waitress who was tied up saw this scene. Her face was slightly ugly, but she still didn't say a word.

Ramses watched Kago and the mercenaries of the wind blowing regiment drill into the tunnel, took back their eyes and fell on the red haired woman again.

The eyes of the two men were opposite. The bartender's eyes were threatening, and Ramses sneered.

"Take it away!"

The black robe hung down, and Ramses, with his face hidden under his hood, walked past the eyes of the tavern waitress.

Pushed open the door of the tavern and reintegrated into the darkness.

...

On the other side.

Kago led the good players in the wind group into the tunnel, which built many vents, but these were still not enough to light a torch.

Otherwise, you will suffocate and die before you reach the end of the tunnel.

The most skilled doslak man walked in the front, and the rest of the brothers followed him. A group of people moved forward in the dark.

Soon.

Kago's palm touched the cold wall, and they came to the end of the tunnel.

"It's over."

He stopped, and several mercenaries of the wind blowing regiment behind him also stopped.

In such an invisible environment, gestures are invisible. They can only touch the back of the previous person and move forward.

Here is a square courtyard, which is wider than the tunnel just came. The tunnel allows only one person to pass through.

"Here."

Then a mercenary touched the ladder and whispered.

However, I don't know who touched something and made some noise.

"Silence."

Kago said in a low voice.

"Go!"

Then the party climbed up the ladder one after another, and the man at the top gently lifted the stone slab above his head.

Ka

Moved a gap and looked out.

I found that it should be a room outside, with no candles lit, only the hazy moonlight came in and brought a little light.

Then the first mercenary climbed out, looked around, found that the room was empty, and then waved to the bottom.

Several mercenaries of the wind blowing group and Kago climbed out from under the tunnel.

"Chief Kago, there's no one here."

A mercenary, holding a long sword in both hands, looked around and opened his mouth carefully.

Kago checked the room. He saw a single bed in the room, and the bedding on the bed was a little messy. Then he went over and put his hand in it and felt it.

Then his face changed slightly.

"Warm."

"There was someone here just now!"

But just then.

A cold light from the roof poured in from the back of a mercenary's neck and pierced his spine.

Then quickly draw the sword and leave.

Poof——

Blood gushed out like a spring.

...

The other side.

Bang——

The woman with red hair was taken to the palace dungeon where wesselis stayed and imprisoned.

Heavily guarded, ready to deal with people who may come to rescue each other.

In wesselis's bedroom, the lights were dim and the light shook slightly.

Elio and Jon Clinton appeared here. They were surprised and delighted to see wesselis sitting on the bed with a good look.

The joy is that wesselis is no big deal, but the surprise is that wesselis recovers so fast.

Wesselis has put on his clothes. They can't see that the wound has healed. They just think wesselis has recovered well and can sit up.

"Your Majesty, is this really done by faceless people?"

Jon Clinton, who had recovered his long gray red hair, asked solemnly.

He doesn't have to hide his identity anymore.