Vol 2 Chapter 572: Years caught me

Chapter 572
"The best star" Theodora. "
"This is the daughter of the oathkeeper, the honorable royal princess," Norbu paused and looked at Tyers with deep interest:
"Duke of Star Lake."
Daughter of the oathkeeper?
Tyres breathed slightly, looking at the knight with a sharp eyebrow and a thin lip smile.
"She has never been famous in life, but she is the longest-serving chief of espionage intelligence-the blood of the elves makes her live long and healthy-so long that she had to retire early behind the scenes and set up another director to avoid controversy . "
Thiel looked at the heroic princess and the Duchess of Star Lake curiously.
His ... Ancestor.
[Theodore · E · M · Canxing, 354-? 】
Her temperament reminds you of the flower of the fortress, but the latter is far from the dazzling silver shining on Shiodora's body, which makes the head of Lingling proud.
"However, her death was not written on it." Tells wondered.
Nob smiled:
"Because we, the secret science, don't know about it."
"It is said that when Princess Theodora really left the secret department at the age of 101 and walked away, the incumbent" surviving king "Ellen III was already her great-grandchildren."
In contrast, several of her brothers are more short-lived.
Norbu said.
Tells looked down, and then saw the princess embroidered with gold thread:
[Look, look, look, you see a cock, stupid thing. 】
Tells Petrochemical in situ.
What the hell?
Tells looked at the "Princess Quote", which was embroidered neatly but full of dirty words, his face twitching and unbelievable.
This is……
Star Princess?
"You can't change words? Normal?"
Nob showed an embarrassed expression and hesitated:
"This, because it is her own wishes, so that is not convenient."
What if she came back one day-he bit the sentence in his mouth.
Teres narrowed his eyes and got it.
He was as good as a man, and no longer looked at the portrait of Theodora.
"You see that although she was a woman, Shiodora's attitude was strong and hegemonic during the reign of power. It was rare in history."
Nob explained:
"Since she started, the Kingdom Secretory has a wide range of spies in the world, and the aggressive and aggressive eyes must be reported."
"If necessary, she will not hesitate to issue a criticized overseas assassination mission without any means to achieve her goals, even if it may lead to a war."
Assassination abroad.
Tells was startled.
He remembered what King Nun told him that night, the fate of his eldest son.
"But it is said that in those years, the dark room deliberately could expand the needle forest to the south, and Kunta did not dare to cross the end sea. Even if the hate was tickling, no one dared to touch the secret agent's spy, even a tiny hair."
Nob looked at this special princess of stars, without concealing the admiration and longing in his eyes.
Tells breathed out.
Damn secret department.
How many pens and inks have not been written in history books in this place?
"Oh, the next three, I'm afraid I have to watch together."
Norbu leaned on the cane with interest, and seemed to be familiar with the new third leg.
He refers to another picture to Tells, in which is a tall, handsome, sunny and handsome man:
【Noah · C · P · Amond ， 434-462】
"'Lone Sail', Noah Amond."
"It is said to be one of the lovers of Queen Elijah's 'northern expedition.'"
Queen's lover ...
and so.
Is this Wang's man?
Nob lowered his head and blinked, changing the previous solemnity:
"Of course, there are also people who say that the North Zheng people like to hunt for beauty, and there are no people in her court who haven't slept with the queen-regardless of gender.
Hearing the gossip, Tells looked at the beautiful man Noah's eyes differently.
From a distance, Noah's picture is fit and handsome, and she is truly outstanding.
Nob shook his head:
"But it's a pity that with the loss of Queen Erika, Gufan was sent to the guillotine by his deputy and successor."
"Deputy? By your own deputy?"
Tails frowned, thinking of my pub in Bladefang Camp and its thought-provoking signboard.
Nob nodded and sighed:
"It is true that not every pair of partners is as happy and cooperative as Leinster and Halva."
He looked at the next picture.
"And this is Gufan's deputy."
There is a faint awe in Nob ’s words:
"Pale Baron, Sancho."
Tells raised his head and saw a man with nothing but blood on his face, but a pair of deep eyes.
Sancho is not bad in appearance, elegant posture, long fingers playing strings, and looks like a talented man with poetry.
Not the intelligence director of the underground world.
[Sancho D. D. Doyle, 438-489]
When he saw the last name, Tilston was shocked:
"Doyle? His last name is Doyle?"
Nob doubted:
"Yes, what's wrong?"
The pale baron, Doyle.
"Nothing." Taylors shook his head, remembering the previous "Wisdom" Karabyan:
"That is, whenever you put such a combination of nouns together ..."
Tells tried hard to get rid of another close guard and his equally wonderful father out of his head with emotion:
"It ’s always confusing‘ History, what have you done to them ’.

"Please continue."
Nob was baffled, but continued:
"Sancho was the head of the cool man under the seat of Red King John II, and his power was bloody."
"The secret department was just an intelligence agency before him, and in his hand it became a terrible monster that integrates supervision, control, trial, law enforcement, violence, publicity, censorship, and stability."
Norbu faltered, as if telling a ghost story.
"As the most powerful intelligence director in history, he spread the anger and tyranny of the Red King to his heart's content, doing whatever he wanted, making it difficult to control, and ending the historical inheritance of countless families.
Tails frowned, and looked at the different Doyle differently: he was precious and elegant, and he was not like a executioner anyway.
Nob's tone was urgent, as if to see the blood in those years:
"Until the Pale Baron also died in the hands of his deputy and successor," Black Messenger "Mason Zoneved."
Tells raised an eyebrow.
He was killed by his deputy again.
Following Nobu's eyes, he saw a third person:
【Mason · H · A · Zoneved, 443-506】
In this independent darkness, this man has a gloomy look, but his face is not bad, but he looks mean and unscrupulous, like a beast in a corner.
If you only look at the portraits, Gufan Amond is a magnificent and bright young martial artist, Pale Baron Doyle is a gentle talent of Gufang self-respect, and the black messenger Zoneved ...
Undoubtedly, he is terrible, like a villain.
Nob ’s voice came:
"The black messenger turned his back to seek glory, but after defeating Sancho, he failed in loyalty. Fortunately, he received the first execution order issued by the" sage king "Mindice III after his throne: to spend the rest of his life in the bone prison.
Tells took a long breath:
"So, from the time of the Northern Expedition to the Red King, the three former intelligence chiefs of the Mystery Branch suffered from internal misfortune and could not end their lives."
Why, backstab is also popular in the Kingdom Secrets?
Seemingly feeling the Duke's emotion, Nob said slowly:
"At that time, the kingdom was very chaotic."
Tells nodded.
"A little gossip," perhaps for a lively atmosphere, Nob lowered his voice and smiled slightly:
"It is said that these three directors have all slept with, or said to have been, the queen.
Was slept by the queen.
Tails raised his eyebrows and scanned the portraits of Gufan, Pale Baron, and Black Courier, and suddenly found that they were either heroes, gentle, or gloomy, but they were all strong men with their own characteristics.
Okay.
Taking advantage of the position ... the queen really enjoys it.
"It was really chaotic," Tells blinked.
"In various senses."
It was at this time.
"enough."
They turned around and found that Raphael was standing behind him, looking unsure.
He stared dumbly at Nob, and then looked at the prince reproachfully.
"I said, don't move around."
The boneless man said coldly:
"Especially with strangers."
Taylors glanced at Nob, who bowed his head apologetically.
Duke Xinghu twitched his mouth.
"Sorry, I thought ..."
Tells glanced at the room behind Raphael:
"It's not that fast to wipe ass."
Raphael and Tells' eyes met in the air and exchanged a wave of lightsabers.
Nobucha made a speech and came forward to salute:
"Raphael."
Raphael seemed to notice the man on crutches and replied coldly:
"Nob."
Somehow, Tells felt that the relationship between them was a bit rigid.
Nob smiled slightly:
"So, I heard that there was a big accident involving the nobleman of Xihuang and the seven servants of Canxing?"
Raphael nodded, and there was a slight alienation in the sentence:
"Yes."
Nob nodded, and he looked at Raphael's red eyes:
"Well, although not my case, but if you need help ..."
Raphael interrupted him unabashedly:
"If I need help."
Seeing that the other person didn't want to say anything, Nob no longer spoke to him, but turned to Tyers.
"I haven't had time to thank you, His Royal Highness," Norbu said earnestly:
"If you appreciate your face, I want to visit later ..."
"Your Highness still has important things," Raphael suddenly stood in front of Tyers, warning with a warning:
"And he was private."
Nob stopped silently.
"Of course," he looked at Raphael, unable to keep his feet, and nodded in loss:
"of course."
Nob saluted Thales again, leaning on an unskilled crutches and limping away.
The figure was lonely and a little pitiful.
It seemed that Taylors could not bear it.
"What did Nobu do?"
After Nob left, Tyers asked suddenly.
Raphael frowned:
"what?"
Tails keeps up with the boneless man:
"What did he do wrong in the year before he was sent to Xihuang, in exile?"
Raphael looked tight:
"You have to ask yourself, or Lord."
Really? Tells watched Raphael's complexion and grunted.
"If you want to come to the secret department for a day trip, Your Highness," Raphael said uncomfortably: "I can fully meet your needs without having to trouble others."
"Why, seeing me so popular, are you jealous? Jealous?" Tells was happy to see Raphael's discomfort.
Raphael snorted and continued on.
"Okay, so, Rafael tour guide, who is this?"
Tells pointed at ease.
Raphael glanced:
"Lisandro Esposito, no nickname."
In other words, there are too many nicknames, simply not to report.
Taylors leaned in front of the portrait. It was a middle-aged man with a humble smile and a kind and gentle manner:
[Lisandro Esposito, 530-602]
[When you know something wrong, you get it right. 】
"He was born the year the virtuous monarch died. As a son of a humble tanner, he passed the literacy test and changed his destiny. Eventually he became the" silent man "of the Soviet Union's intelligence director and attended the Yuqian meeting.
Raphael steadily moved forward, even though Tyles was left behind:
"Since he started, the Kingdom Secrets have swept away old traditions. They are no longer king ’s personal toys, but national intelligence services with clear responsibilities, efficient operations, adequate budgets, and an important position. Little by little, step by step, they will Over the past 100 years, we have regained the disadvantages of the dark room one by one. "
"There is today's secret department."
Raphael has a respectful tone.
Thales had to speed up all the way, keeping up with Raphael's inconsiderate pace.
"And he is also a teacher of Lord Morat Hansen."
Raphael walked out of the corridor and came to a special iron gate with the same finger swiping, opened the magic lock in the ripples of the air, and turned into a dim interior.
"You mean black prophet?"
Taylors quickly followed and walked into this interior room:
"His teacher?"
But the moment he stepped into the room, Taylors suddenly panicked!
The crime of the prison river was restlessly disturbed, but it was different from any previous danger. This felt vague and eerie.
"His hiss ..." The faint rustling sounded in his ears, reminiscent of how snakes were sliding.
Fortunately, it felt fleeting and seemingly nonexistent.
If it were shorter, Tyers would even think it was an illusion.
what happened?
Tails adjusted to the dimness of the inner chamber and followed Raphael's steps with fear.
"You know, we generally don't mention this nickname, Your Highness."
The tone of the boneless man became cautious:
"Especially in the secret department."
"Why?" In the dim light, they walked forward for more than ten meters. Thales was still immersed in the fear of Fang Cai and asked subconsciously:
"Why not mention it?"
The next second, a hoarse voice that had been away for six years, sounded from the darkness:
"Like us, we don't mention 'Star Under Skirt' in front of you."
"His Royal Highness."
this is……
Hearing this voice, Wang Zisheng stopped and didn't even have time to understand the ridicule in the other's words.
The feeling of panic struck again, especially before it happened.
The crime of the prison river is restless.
Raphael stopped a few steps in front of him and turned around.
The man behind him.
Tells' eyes widened.
He expected this scene, but ...
"Lord Hansen," Tells stared at the thin black shadow in front of him:
"long time no see."
In front of him, the current intelligence director of King Kessel, the secretive head who had been out of sight for many years, the black prophet, Lord Morat Hansen, was sitting in a dark wheelchair, facing him.
I saw the old man gasping in pain while raising the wind candles for the rest of the year, leaving only the abhorrent skinny face, showing a terrifying smile to Tyers.
Tells looked at Morat with surprise.
how……
He remembered that six years ago, the Black Prophet at that time, despite his advanced age, was spirited and aggressive, and threatened Gilbert and Gini with a cane.
but now……
Tells stared blankly at the wheelchair under his seat.
How could he be so imposing?
But Tells soon felt it was wrong.
"His ... His ..."
Sensory feedback from gave him countless hairy rustling noises-from the dark and colorless "wheelchair".
The crime of Hell River spread to Tyers' eyes, allowing him to see the dark room.
Tells instinctively looked down: I saw the black prophet's wheelchair "wrapped" with countless sticky and wet black veins, like muscle texture, and also wrapped Morat's legs.
It still wriggled, shrunk, and breathed from time to time.
That's not a wheelchair.
At that moment, Tells was really hairy.
That's ... a living creature.
Like twigs, like vines, like tentacles.
Its rear part extends to the interior wall, and half of the room is covered like a vine, all the way to the ceiling.
And Morat, he actually seemed to "grow" from these vines in a "wheelchair".
Teres breathed stunned, suddenly remembering the former Blood Demon Master.
this is……
"Don't be afraid," Morat breathed hard, raising his skinny arms, connected to the tens of thousands of worms that could not stop, such as the black vines entangled by snakes:
"Some necessary means are like taking medicine to cure a disease."
Raphael stood aside, his face unchanged.
Taking medicine to cure a disease?
It took Taylor a few seconds to calm down.
"Lord Lord, what are you doing?"
Morat laughed, and the black veined vines around him shook.
"old."
"His Lord Duke of Star Lake," the Black Prophet's voice was a little hushed, but still chilling: "The years have caught me."
"It's like it has caught Teacher Lisandro, and has also caught His Majesty Eddie."
"Just like it will eventually catch everyone."
The black prophet's eyes froze for a long time:
"Of course, except the elves."
Taylors breathed in a trance. At that moment, he didn't know how to face the monster-like counterpart.
"I believe you have seen it, Your Royal Highness, the Kingdom's Secret Science Department has forty-seven directors," Morat returned to his mind:
"They are all related to the stars, honor and disgrace."
"Inseparable."
"We are not your enemies, Tyers," Morat looked at the disgusting creatures that wrapped around half of his body with emotion, and called the name of the Duke:
"In fact, we are struggling like you."
Tells stared at the black vines, only to feel his eyebrows twitch.
The Black Prophet raised his hand and didn't know what he did. The black veined vines spreading half of his body shook in unison, and they all detached from the back of his "wheelchair" to "release" Morat.
"His hiss ..." The vine's shrinking voice was trembling.
Only the part that still wraps around the wheelchair is still moving back and forth, such as maggots surging and pupa twitching.
Looking at this scene, Tyers felt a little sick in his abdomen.
Morat closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes weakly and nodding to Raphael.
"let's start."
The boneless man bowed his head respectfully and turned to open another door, disappearing into the darkness behind the door.
Seeing Raphael leave, Taylor suddenly realized that he and the Black Prophet himself were the only ones left in the room at this time, and ... those black "things".
This thought made him uneasy.
"Do you mind pushing me, Highness?"
Morat stretched out his thin hands to Tells and opened his mouth with a weird arc, smiling like a dead man in a coffin:
"Don't worry, don't read this time."
That's right, I am the dog of the author's neighbor's sister's house, Wang!
(End of this chapter)