Vol 2 Chapter 199: Price code

Chapter 199 Price Code
Rumba walked alone in the carriage.
The door of the carriage was re-closed.
Obviously, he did not intend to let Taylors go down together.
Also immersed in the news that just arrived in the news of Lombard, Tyres supported the carriage, stabilized his figure in horror and confusion, and put his face on the glass of the carriage under the eyes of the little slicker.
Rumba said that someone wants him to live.
who is it?
Who wants to keep his life?
Is it really what I think...
The thoughts of Thales were interrupted by the scene at hand.
This is a small alleyway that has been emptied by the black sand collar soldiers dressed in patrol costumes, clearing out a slightly larger open space.
Grandpa Rumba restored his unsmiling expression, holding the sword and walking on the center of the lane.
There, a white man wearing a thick cotton jacket, with a look of ease, waited for the arrival of Dagong.
Tyres frowned: he didn't know this man who had almost no difference from the ordinary North.
I saw this man smiling and raising his hand to press the chest, saluting to Rumba, his lips moving slightly.
Lombard nodded slightly and said something.
"Who is that?" The head of the little slicker got to the side of Tells.
"I don't know." Tyres frowned, and the sound of the two men talking was not great, and they couldn't hear them in the car.
But it's about his survival, and Tells tells himself that he has to hear.
have to.
Then Tyres pinched his fist and closed his eyes gently, recalling the unique feeling between life and death over and over again.
According to the Black Sword, he made hints to himself over and over again, as if he was living in another person.
This is to survive.
help me.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, finally, the familiar fluctuations hit again.
The sin of the prison river flooded his head like a life, and Tyres tried to concentrate near his ears.
At that moment, he first felt that other parts of the body were somewhat heavy and somewhat imaginary.
But his ear fluttered with a sound that he wouldn't normally hear.
The first thing that Tyres heard was the unstable heartbeat of himself and the little slicker, followed by the squeaky voice of the little slicker.
But Tyres quickly mastered the trick. He twisted his ear and put it on the carriage. In the noise of the lane, he barely heard the voice of the two men talking.
"Yes, he is satisfied and delighted with the cooperation between us," a strange male voice that Teres has never heard before. The owner of the voice seems confident and calm: "It seems that the progress is going well?"
But the person answering him does not seem to have much patience to talk to him.
"Go straight into the theme," said the sullen and heavy voice of the Grand Duke of Lombard:
"The boy is in the car."
Thales is a little bit stunned.
He opened his eyes, raised a hand, and curiously poked his little slick to calm down.
"The boy?" The tone of the strange man suddenly rose, as if he had found the treasure that had been lost for a long time.
Taylor looked up and looked out of the window.
There, the strange man dressed in thick squat turned his head and glanced in the direction of the carriage.
This eye seems to penetrate the glass, letting Taylor shudder.
It was a pair of eyes full of greed and desire.
It is like a snake before hunting.
I saw a strange man's eyes lit up, looking back at Rumba: "Tells Comet? Is he?"
Rumba did not say a word, still looked at him coldly.

So fast?
The man narrowed his eyes, and after only two seconds, he confirmed the answer.
He raised his hand and hung up his mouth. The polite smile on his face was suddenly amiable: "The last gate and the Yingling Palace are still in the hands of Longyan City. Do you sneak in and tie him? Out?"
In the heart of Tyres: The Palace of the Spirit is still in the hands of the Walton family.
Rumba snorted from the nose.
"I have my way," the black sand big man's mood is still in the same state, and he does not give the man in front of his face a good look: "How do you say?"
The man stared at the Grandpa of Lombard as if he was a small businessman looking at his biggest customer.
"Of course very good!" The man clapped his hands and laughed: "We are extremely grateful for your help, and you will reap our long-lasting friendship..."
But his words were interrupted by Rumba unceremoniously.
"Less nonsense." Chaman Rumba, who was dressed in the air, snorted.
His face stared coldly at the man in front of him:
"What are you going to exchange for him?"
The strange man snorted and seemed to have some disagreement: "Exchange?"
The man gently held his hands and his face was slightly moving. It seemed to slowly chew the word. Then he smiled and said: "Please forgive me, but from the beginning, we have helped you..."
"Help?" Rumba vocalized again, and did not give the man's words in the blind.
I saw the black sand swearing disdainfully:
"In addition to contacting a reliable knifeman, you have done nothing."
Lombard raised his chin slightly, his eyes sharp: "I want that boy? It's better to change the price."
Eavesdropping on Tyre's slight glimpse: Contact a reliable knifeman?
"Reliable knifeman?" The man quickly answered the doubts of Tells, only to see him slightly frowning, with a grievance smile of "how is this possible", to argue:
"We are talking about the flower of the Assassin, and I promise that you can't find a better killer in the world than you, especially if you are aiming at the most difficult goal."
Rumba did not speak.
"And I am blunt, because of your intelligence mistakes, Feifei wastes too much time to find targets in the Palace of the Spirit," the man shook his head and sighed: "If our people did not find the whereabouts of the target in time, the flying dragonfly would not It is possible to complete the task, and you are not likely to..."
The man stopped his own words, and he frowned, seeing Lombard slowly shaking his head.
"As far as I know, Baan Knight Sariton is not a member of you. He eats by his own knife, so I will talk to him separately about remuneration." Rumba’s voice is not big, but with an unquestionable taste:
"As for you, don't use someone else's chips to bargain - if you still want to take the boy, the prince."
In the carriage, Tyres listened to these two conversations with his main character, and suddenly he figured out a joint in his brain.
Baannet Suridon, who descended from the cliff of the sky and assassinated King Nunn in the shield.
But according to the man’s statement...
In other words, the reason why Rumba will appear in front of himself with the army...
The man didn't talk anymore, he just looked at Lombard quietly, his eyes showing a complex look.
And Lombard continued to look at him with no expression.
Finally, the man was defeated in the eyes of Rumba, and he sighed:
"You are really greedy."
"We are not talking." Lombard shook his head, whispered coldly, and turned away.
The man’s face changed suddenly.
It was a stupid grandfather - he was impatient in his heart.
"Okay, okay, Lord Dagong!" He screamed at Lombard with some annoyance.
The strange man shrugged and seemed to be helpless, but his eyes were full of strange light.
"As long as you are willing to give the boy to us..."
The man slowly vomited and his expression returned to the previous sneer.
"We have a wide range of resources and manpower, from the Principality of Anlenzo to Warri, from Crystal City to the Devil's Three Islands, as well as in Exeter," the man chuckled twice: "I bet, freshman Exeter will have a lot of places that need us. After all, not everyone will obey a murderous lord who is suspected of being a blasphemy. We can help you to calm down the situation in the country. If there is any kobe who is not long-sighted, it is not good for you. of……."
Resources.
manpower.
Not good to start...
Tyres’s heart is moving!
At that moment, he suddenly knew the identity of the man in front of him.
But Rumba’s answer is only two cold words:
Not enough.

The man gave a slight glimpse.
He frowned and seemed to be thinking carefully. After a while, he loosened his frowning brows and cautiously said: "If this doesn't satisfy you..."
"We still have a lot of intelligence, whether it is a political scandal or a state secret, as long as some operations and even adjustments are added, it is enough to make a big uproar in some small countries," the man's tone is no longer easy, in the ears of Tyres. His speech rate is getting faster and faster: "As far as I know, Exeter has been paying attention to the west side of the situation on the front line of the Golden Corridor, and we can let the Freedom League be trapped in civil strife for several years. It can also make White Mountain burn badly, if your ambition is more than..."
Tyres squeezed his fist and swallowed a little.
Not good.
This sounds like...
"Not enough." What Taylors expected was that Lombard’s answer was still only the cold words.
This time, the man's expression has finally stiffened before.
He looked at the Grandpa of Lombard for a few seconds.
The man closed his eyes and exhaled a sigh of hot air from his nose. When he opened it again, his eyes were filled with a cold chill in addition to seriousness.
"What do you want?"
There has been a bit of intolerance in the man's words. He only listened to his previously relaxed and pleasant tone and began to calm down: "Power? We can act as your eyes and feet, swords and shields, serve your ambitions. Wealth? Our inventory though No more than a country, but some rare treasures are even rare to see in the royal rooms. Beauty? We can... No, I believe that you are not such a low-level person - so, Lord Dagong, what is the price in your heart?

The man took a deep breath and the smile on his face was gone without a trace:
"As long as we say it, we can all discuss it."
Lombard fixedly looked at him, I don't know when, the mouth has already hanged a mocking smile.
"My price tag?"
The black sand big man snorted, which made the man's eyes flash a little unpleasant.
"As the killer assassin of the organization's signature, and even the secret of intelligence for the sake of life - just for the boy, you are willing to pay such a price, without hesitation," Lombard suddenly stepped, slowly approaching the strange man, his eyes burning, Like a beast that crouched for a long time:
"This only proves one thing."
The man’s heart glimpsed and felt the strong pressure of Rumba’s oppression, and unconsciously stepped back.
In the carriage, Tyres heard a word from Lombard: "The value of this boy is much more than all the above."
Under extraordinary hearing, Teres heard his breathing begin to accelerate.
My value.
what is that?
What is the relationship with them?
The man's face changed again.
He squinted and watched Rumba slowly press the sabre on his waist, and the armor on Dagong made a burst of friction.
"He has something secret that I don't know," Lomba said, his eyes narrowed on the man's face: "My request is simple: I want that secret."
"The reason why you deliberately want to get him."
When the voice of Lombard fell, neither of them spoke anymore.
The negotiations returned to silence.
In the field, only the voices faintly heard outside the lane were heard.
The atmosphere of the conversation has become strange.
The two still squatted motionlessly.
Even the anxious Taylors couldn’t help but wanted to get off the bus.
"Dear Lord Dagong, you have even the hardships in front of you, even the Longyan City and Exeter have not yet won, and began to remember other things?" Finally, the strange man slowly spit out, in the voice There is a disturbing plainness and coldness:
"The future is as big as you, why should it be so high?"
Tyres couldn't help but tighten his lips.
"I have already released my price tag," but Lombard did not have the slightest care of the other side. I saw the black sand grandfather watching the man indifferently: "Tell me, why is he so important to you?"
The man glanced at the carriage and then lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"My time is tense," Rumba added coldly: "You have ten seconds to make a decision."
The man’s brows continued to rise and fall, and his throat swayed.
He is hesitating.
At that moment, even Tyres held his breath.
"You know, he is a prince..." He only listened to the man exhaling and slowly said: "The prince is naturally very precious."
Rumba disdainfully said: "You don't tell me, you have to take him to exchange ransom with the stars."
"What's the matter?" The man showed a long-lost smile, but his eyes were filled with gloomy colors: "The rich people of the comet's royal family are well known."
"Then I might as well tie him to a ransom?" Rumba asked him very quickly, with a majesty in his voice: "Why do you want to trade with you?"
The man gritted his teeth lightly.
"Lord Dagong, I thought we were coming today..." The man's face ugly responded, but Lombard interrupted this sentence again regardless of his feelings.
"Actually, I probably guessed something," Dagong gently looked up, and the sword in his hand slammed softly: "When you arranged the spies in our army to assassinate him, he did not hesitate."
"And today I said that I want to be alive."
Tyres lightly bites the roots.
correct.
Rumba said that it was under the Broken Dragon Fortress, the assassination of the magic gun.
If you contact Pefitte’s last words...
"I thought that he was dead, but now he has to hold the living prince in his hand," Lombard said. "Your plot is related to the lord of the stars, is it?"
The man narrowed his eyes and looked far away, like a poisonous snake with a letter.
But the next sentence of Rumba makes the color of the man suddenly change:
"What did you do in the stars 12 years ago, is it related to this?"
It’s not just men who have changed their faces.
There is also the taylor in the car.
The year of blood.
He did not expect to be able to get in touch with this secret that had plagued him for a long time.
"And you change back and forth, no longer want to put him to death..." Lombard has completely controlled the rhythm of the conversation, he turned his head, his eyes seem to contain the entire winter of snow:
"It’s a big man in your organization, and then overthrow all of your expectations, right?"
The man's face is getting more and more ugly.
Just listen to Rumba faintly: "Is it ‘he’?

Tyres raised his head slightly, and there was a question in his heart: He?
The man opened his mouth and took a deep breath before he raised his eyes.
"These will not bother you," the man's expression was full of coldness and rejection: "In a word: we need that boy."
"Of course," Lombard slightly raised his left hand in the direction of the carriage, whispering: "The premise is that you originally told me locally why you really want this boy."
The man looked at Rumba quietly, as if to find something from the vicissitudes of the face.
"Yes, yes," the strange man said slowly: "The palm is in control, we control the throne of the stars, isn't it? It will be a big help for you..."
Rumba did not let him go on.
"I'm tired of your nonsense, errands," said the words of the black sand lord. It's quite a bit unintentional: "Your big man, where are the people who speak?"
The man's face changed again.
Lombard looked at him blankly.
"Grandfather, you are an ally that we value and cherish." He sighed for a long time and seemed to have made up his mind.
"For more, deeper and more important cooperation in the future, why can't we show some sincerity and goodwill to each other and leave some room for each other?" The man said quietly.
Rumba looked at the man and took a long breath.
"The principle of cooperation is fairness," Dagong said, unchanged, faintly said: "If you don't do anything, you want to take such an important chip from me?"
The man raised his eyelids slightly, and the pupils showed a different chill.
"did nothing?"
The strange man sneered softly: "Trust me, Lord Dagong, if it is where we really want to do..."
"You don't want to see that day."
Rumba's eyes flashed across the sky.
"You, what does this mean?" The black sand prince slowly and softly whispered in a word.
It seems as if I am afraid of waking up people who sleep in the morning.
Taylors subconsciously feels bad.
But the man seemed to be unaware of Dagong’s expression and tone, only to see him gently curl his mouth.
"I mean, no matter how confident people are, if you want to be an enemy of us, it is best to think twice."
The strange man raised his hand and finished his robes with a deep chill in his words.
"Look at the stars of Eddie II," the man snorted: "And his fearful king eldest son, see their current return..."
Taylor slowly raised his brow.
Rumba looked at him motionlessly, his expression was not wavering, just a pair of scorpions pulsating inexplicable colors.
The man put down his hands and looked up at the Grandpa of Lombard. His tone was full of strange emotions: "Does their examples still not attract your attention?"
Rumba did not answer the man in front of him.
He responded to him with the most direct action.
In the eyes of Taylors, I saw that Rumba suddenly violently slammed his right arm and slammed the neck of a strange man!
I have recently encountered some setbacks and are adjusting myself.
Nothing, look at Little Taylors, I feel that life is full of hope.
(End of this chapter)