Chapter 661 Network

Chapter 661 Networking

At sunset, the public prayer day of the Emerald Celebration is about to end, but the entire Emerald City is brightly lit, and many streets are still lively, gongs and drums are noisy, and fireworks rush into the night sky from all directions from time to time, as if the carnival has just begun.

But Prince Thales is not in such a good mood.

When Glover, D.D, and the team sent to support them returned to the Kongming Palace, almost all of them were injured, all of them dazzling:

Toledo’s knife hand was dislocated, and there was a big cut in his shoulder; Morgan said nothing, silently putting wound medicine on his wound; the humiliated Rolf needed to replace a prosthetic leg; Nehy broke through. When she turned her head, there seemed to be a slight concussion; Miranda had multiple minor abrasions, but she refused to be treated, and she just sat aside silent with a sword in her arms; Paul sent ten arrows in a short time, straining muscles and fingers. It also needs to be bandaged; Glover is covered in blood and looks very scary, second only to the horrible expression that seems to see everyone want to devour it after he comes back.

Morale is low and the atmosphere is heavy.

"When we arrived, the wool merchant named Diop had been killed, along with his mistress."

Malos followed Thales, reporting with a gloomy face:

"We rescued Glover and DD, and also fought against the black-clothed murderer with abilities. The result... As you can see, most of the people were slightly injured, and the most severely injured was Glover. Fortunately, he has thick skin and thick flesh, but..."

"Just?" The prince comforted the dizzy Nexi, and turned to Mallius.

Malos pauses for one second:

"It’s just that killer’s power...Toledo has been nauseous and vomiting. Aaron has had headaches and auditory hallucinations. Nehy is a little anxious. He has to pinch himself every few minutes, sure it’s not dreaming...

"Glover was the most serious. He was in a coma for an hour before he woke up, and the process of his waking up was also thrilling. I almost wrote to Piloga’s family an obituary of ‘accidentally killed while caring for the wounded’...

"Morgan didn't say anything after he came back, but he has been silent for two hours... Rolf has the mildest symptoms and can already walk after changing his legs. Of course, if he really has any symptoms, it is probably not clear."

Thales frowned, and Mallos’s expression became colder and colder:

"Although everyone is getting better, obviously, everyone, everyone who has seen the killer—"

"Fuck it, you can't imagine how tense it was at that moment, it's a dead end!"

A distinctly emotional voice rang at the other end of the room, attracting the attention of Thales and Mallos.

"I know, I know, Guard Doyle," Wiya frowned, holding a notebook, "That is, can you talk more about the black killer? Especially his abilities?"

"Of course!"

D.D, with a bandage on his head, slapped his thigh and saliva flew.

"I saw him holding the zombie in one hand and Miss Miranda in the other, and he was about to lift the knife, but I yelled, "Hey, Doyle is here," and stepped forward to fight the killer. The situation is fierce..."

"Wait, he is holding people in both hands, how can he pick and drop the knife?" Wiya questioned.

"Oh, is it? That might be my memory wrong, oh don't interrupt, you see if you interrupt my memory..."

Tels and Mallos stood in the distance, squinting together.

"Well," Mallos's eyebrows curled imperceptibly. "Maybe not everyone."

Thyls squeezed the puppet bear in his hand with an unpredictable expression.

"It's okay," the prince said lightly, "It's all right."

Marius glanced at the subordinates who described the embarrassment, and many turned their heads in shame.

Among the crowd, Glover gritted his teeth fiercely, and stood up: "Your Highness, it's me..."

"It's my fault," Mallos turned his head. "My arrangement underestimated the enemy. Although the murderer was hit by an arrow, he was cunning and agile. Either hide yourself in the shadow of the courtyard wall or the eaves. Italiano and Paul’s bows and crossbows were not hit, and we were extremely difficult to intercept."

Tels held the puppet bear tightly, calmly.

"At that time, the Security Department and the Emerald Legion team arrived, led by the Seychelles Captain himself, and many citizens were alarmed and came to watch."

Thales exhaled:

"It came so fast."

Malios nodded:

"For the sake of safety, I ask everyone to give up chasing the murderer, immediately hide their traces, and disperse into the crowd to retreat. After all, if the **** and suspicious Star Lake Guard—especially Glover and DD—are caught at the scene of the murder, then It’s hard to tell, the trouble and loss this will bring to you is far greater than letting go of the murderer."

Malios raised his head:

"So, it's mine to let go of the murderer."

The voice fell, and no one in the lounge dared to speak. Everyone nervously looked at the prince slowly rubbing the bear, waiting for his response.

"Your decision is right, Thor."

A few minutes later, Thales shook his head:

"Think about it,'Prince Thales indulges his subordinates to murder in the house' Jayne must be happy to see that scene, and if any of you falls into his hands, not only will it not be better, it will become the best handle and Bargaining chips."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"And not only that," Thales said with a deep expression, "Think about it, you found the murderer's extinction scene, but he happened to not leave. What is the probability?"

Miranda stared sharply:

"His Royal Highness, you mean, that black assassin, he was there waiting for the zombies and Doyle to come?"

Hearing this, Glover frowned, and D.D also stopped his endless words.

"If you didn't rush to support," Thales raised the bear in his hand, his eyes flickering, "I guess they will probably be killed and injured, lose consciousness, and then be captured by the security guard'just in time'. Sent to the trial for murder."

Golofo chuckled, and D.D's eyes widened.

"But fortunately," Thales raised his head, "Tor, you have to retreat promptly, no one can give it to you."

Then, Prince Thales’ days of jumping around in the Emerald City can end with the shocking news of "Star Lake Guards Entering the House and Murdering People".

Thyls thought:

Hile was right, in the Emerald City, every move could not be concealed from Jan.

From Moss, to Diop, and now...he is at an absolute disadvantage.

"It's just luck," Mallos shook his head, "and we should do better."

"Excuse me for interrupting, Your Highness, everyone."

Huiya stood up, raised him up and asked all the way down, remembering the densely packed notebooks.

"So, Kevin Deere's family secretly raises an extreme swordsman who has supernatural powers and can create illusions, who is responsible for killing people?"

Huaiya’s question silenced everyone, and many people who had been to Diop’s mansion bowed their heads.

"Not right."

Miranda spoke suddenly.

"Mira?"

"I've seen masters who have truly reached the extreme, and even played against them, knowing what it feels like," Miranda held "Eagle Xiang" in his arms tighter. "But that black-clothed killer, he gave I feel very strange."

"Ms. Allende?" Mallos asked.

"The exquisiteness of his swordsmanship and the sharpness of consciousness are the only ones I have seen in my life, and even surpassed some extreme fighters I know."

Miranda shook his head: "But his movements, his strength, and his physical coordination can only be said to be mediocre, far less than his swordsmanship and consciousness, as if he had suffered a serious injury that affected his health. Can't use all my strength."

Miranda stared at the palm of her black gloved hand, staring in awe.

"Thank God," Nexi said weakly, "fortunately."

"But he is very young," Glover added, "His voice is probably in his thirties, not more than forty."

Huiya thought a little bit, and quickly remembered something:

"So, is a rising star one step away from the extreme realm, or a master of extreme realm who has been injured?"

"Not a rising star," Italiano sighed, "I don't want to say that, but I can see clearly from the roof: when he broke through the four of you, the scene was like a cat playing with a mouse."

The faces of Toledo, Nech, Morgan, and Rolf became ugly.

"I think he definitely has rich combat experience far beyond imagination. He may be a battlefield veteran." Italiano concluded.

"It's not a veteran," Morgan snorted coldly. "A veteran who has been on the battlefield, has been in a crowd, and knows how to fight in groups does not fight like him. That guy is more like a training ground and a duel stage. ."

"Master of swordsmanship, extraordinary consciousness, not to the extreme, body dragged back, injured, more than 30 years, young rising star, rich experience, but not a battlefield veteran..."

Huaiya read the key points that he had just memorized, and said with a headache:

"Damn it, why are these pieces of information contradictory?"

"One more thing," Mallos said suddenly, "The limitations of the superpower."

Thales looked at him:

"Tor?"

The watchman took a deep breath and looked at everyone:

"The world is fair. If a person wants to train his powers to a sufficient battle level, the effort, concentration and time required are no less than the strength of the end to become a super swordsman. If you are greedy , While training abilities and swordsmanship at the same time, the most likely result is that both are useless."

Thales asked: "In other words, it is difficult for a person to become a fighter who is both proficient in abilities and possesses the power of ending?"

Kehuaia was even more puzzled:

"But that black-clothed killer, he has good sword skills and abilities..."

"I remember," Miranda's eyes flashed. "He did say that he couldn't control his abilities."

"But it's enough to get everyone close to him within a foot to the ground, faster than taking drugs." Glover's eyes flashed with resentment.

A gust of wind blew, attracting everyone's attention: Rolf gestured against the wall.

"What did he say?" Mallos asked

Tales looked at Rolf’s hand gesture, and said in doubt:

"He said, influencing others... Oh, the ability to affect the mind is rare, and often costly, and the sequelae are not light. Even if it is a supernatural person, few people can achieve that effect."

At this moment, an unexpected voice rang, hesitating.

"Your Highness, sir, I think, I might know who that guy is."

Malles frowned:

"Doyle?"

The eyes of all the people cast all their eyes on D.D, and he took a deep breath, his expression was complicated:

"The killer, he will be able to'legion ten style', teacher Hua Jin's'legion ten style"."

As soon as this statement came out, the vast majority of people were confused, and only a few of them changed their complexions.

"Who is Joaquin?" Thales asked.

"Knight Joaquin, or Master Joaquin," Mallos said solemnly, "He used to be the prince's attendant before King Eddie was crowned, and later became the master instructor of swordsmanship of the Canstar royal family and the chief swordsmanship of the royal standing army. The instructor is a well-known swordsman in the kingdom and one of the representatives of Imperial Swordsmanship. Of course, he is also the teacher of Doyle's guard."

The voice fell, and many people, including Thales, changed their faces, and their eyes looked at D.D differently.

The attendant of the king.

Master Swordsmanship in the Royal Family of Can Star.

The chief swordsman instructor of the standing army.

The master of swordsmanship.

and D.D’s teacher.

Wait, is the last title misplaced?

"From his tone, he knows Mr. Joaquin," Doyle said lightly, his eyes surprised, "The relationship is very close."

The watchman frowned:

"But because of the identity of Master Huajin, under his guidance and influence, there are not only tens of thousands, but also thousands of people who draw nourishment from the'legion ten styles', let alone these people who will spread their skills later. Doyle, are you..."

But D.D shook his head:

"I know what you mean, sir, but other students or disciples of Teacher Huajin will more or less have their own style of swordsmanship after leaving the teacher."

D.D's eyes slowly focused, showing a kind of seriousness that Thales had never seen before, and could hardly imagine seeing Doyle.

"But the man in black, his'legion ten style', is definitely the purest, teacher Joaquin's style," Doyle said in a daze. Can do it."

"Years, you mean..." Mallos said.

D.D took a deep breath and looked at everyone:

"Yes, only they can do the knight attendants who used to follow Teacher Huajin and regard him as the knight master, who teaches skills one-on-one in accordance with the ancient knight method, and inherited by him."

Malios’s expression changed slightly:

"If it is true, then... are you sure?"

"I'm sure," a rare worry appeared on Doyle's face, "in the name of the bedside bear."

Thales subconsciously looked at the little bear in his hand.

Everyone was silent for a while, and Mallos raised his head:

"As far as I know, before the death of Joaquin Knight, nine attendants..."

"Eight and a half."

D.D interrupted Mallos infrequently.

"He passed away, before I finished training."

Doyle still had a wandering expression. At the end of the talk, he hooked up the corner of his mouth, meaning it was unclear.

Everyone looked at D.D's expression strangely at the moment, and started whispering ("Let me just say, that ability still has an impact...").

"Okay, then we need relevant information."

Malles nodded to Hugo Forby, who was holding the flag wing.

The officer in charge of the flag was expressionless when he heard the words, and turned and left the room.

Everyone fell silent, and for a moment they could only hear the rustle of Wiya taking notes.

"Well, let’s not talk about the black killer," Thales sighed, feeling everyone’s depression, "Now, Dagori Moss has gone to see this Diop, and now both of them are died."

"They are all killed." Miranda said coldly.

"He must have a problem." Glover clenched his fist.

Malios nodded: "Diop is dead, but he must have left something. I will let others go and see if there are any clues."

But Thales raised the bear and shook his head with him.

"No. First of all, the Emerald Legion and the Vigilance Department will leave you nothing, and secondly, we almost followed Jain's way and can't make the same mistake again."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Someone told me that Jayne's control over the Emerald City was beyond imagination," Thales said, "I understand now."

"Your Highness?" Mallos asked.

Thyls came back to his senses and looked at his subordinates seriously:

"I think of it, Moss mentioned that if he does something that is not known to the government, he has ‘connected’ in the new suburbs and the Canal District..."

"Personal connections?"

Thyls nodded: "'Wolf' Lazanci Fesot, and'Wanderer' Fogg, try to find these two people."

Glover's expression changed: "Wolf, Wanderer, Your Highness, they are—"

"Blood Bottle Gang and Brotherhood, yes, underground gang," Thales said affirmatively, "out of Jann's vision."

Malios was silent for a while, and looked at Glover and Rolf.

"Now, you have forgotten what happened today, take a good rest," the prince said solemnly, "and I will meet with Jane when I am going, and ask him for some interest back."

Malles took the lead.

Tels took a step forward, and Wiya quickly put away his notes to keep up.

But Thales had a meal without taking two steps.

D.D was thinking about something, but suddenly felt a heavy weight in his arms.

He stood up hurriedly, only to find that the one he knew was the one that appeared in front of him—

Muppet bear?

Eh?

Danny Doyle looked up in surprise.

"Tsk, don’t you look in the mirror?"

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Thales shook his head and walked out of the room:

"Eyes are red like this. Sleep well and stay up late."

(End of this chapter)