
"Quickly....! Tell me who killed my parents!!?" his yell.
Joshua painstakingly gulped his saliva, holding Thattan back from doing that to the two of them.
"Quick say...!!!"
Peter stared intently at Thustan, who would willingly throw a small knife at Joshua's neck.
"Listen, we don't know who the bomber in your house was. We just want to take Gabriel and Solenne. Please, don't hurt my best friend Joshua."
Peter begged in fear, his face panicked, feeling the loss of Joshua in front of his eyes.
"The....!"
"Parrrgh....!"
Joshua was bleeding from a small knife in Thustan's hand.
"You....!"
Peter took a step back, but.
"The....!"
"Cummer...!"
Thentan completely cut open Peter's stomach, which was bleeding from the small blade tore him apart.
Dor. dor.. dor...!
The sound of gunfire came from outside, making Thustan rush to leave his residence.
"Fuck you. That must be the Herald Tribune's man. You traitorous leader! I'll pay it back."
Thentan ran through the window where Solenne and his two best friends ran very fast, to the train station where they had been promised.
.
While in a different place, the three men continued to run fast, take the quiet streets and pass through the narrow hallway, making the breath of Solenne and Gabriel felt very tight.
Leonal turned his head back, looking at the two girls with gasping breath, "Quickly, before we were captured by the royal man of Bordeaux."
Gabriel stared at Leonal, his chest feeling very tight, even very tense, "How is it? Are you still strong enough to run? Hurry up, they'll find us...!"
Solenne again ran fast approaching Leonal who was still waiting in front of him.
"Quick... run!!"
No matter how long they ran away with their faces covered in sweat, even making the two women's breaths gasp, they arrived at the Marseille train station.
"Wait....! We're hiding here, waiting for Thustan!"
Leonal drew Gabriel and Solenne by the hand, choosing to hide behind a pillar of the station surrounded by French military soldiers.
"Shiiit...! Turns out we've been surrounded, and we have to go undercover. Gabriel, you go into that boutique, buy them some headgear, so they don't know."
Leonal gave the order to Gabriel, taken in by the beautiful woman.
Gabriel enters a boutique, which sells shawls, even women's jewelry, buying some knick knacks to cover the beautiful face of the royal princess of Bordeaux to leave Marseille immediately.
BRAAAK....!
BHUUU...!
Gabriel fell onto the floor after hitting a handsome man.
"Sory Miss...! Are you Gabriel?" the handsome-looking man helped Gabriel, staring fixedly at the beautiful face of the girl before him.
Gabriel narrowed his eyes, staring fixedly at that handsome face. A cruel face, yet not visibly cruel, as it was covered by the kindness emanating from his face.
Masson looked at Gabriel's blue iris, "Have we met before? Or maybe we have a relationship, but I can't remember clearly. Looks like you're in a hurry, are you going to meet someone?"
Gabriel is looking for Solenne, of course Masson like back in time when he saw a beautiful girl getting closer to him with very fast steps.
"Are you hurt, sis?"
Solenne approached Gabriel and looked at Masson.
The three of them looked at each other, a beautiful and handsome face looking in turns, but Masson was really like going back in time.
"Are you Solenne?" Masson stared at Solenne's beautiful eyeballs.
Solenne nodded, frowning, trying to remember who the man before her was, "Do you know me, Master?"
Masson nodded, as if he knew these two women, "Who are they? Am I like dejavu? Have they ever really been in my life? But when? I've never met them before.
Thustan entered Marseille station, in a hasty step, approaching Leonal. The head he covered with a hat, sunglasses, and a mask covered his face, leaving the French military soldiers unrecognized.
"Where's Solenne and Gabriel?"
Thentan opened the sunglasses that adorned his handsome face, looking for the existence of two beautiful girls princess of the kingdom of Bordeaux.
Leonal pointed her right index finger at Gabriel and Solenne who were still talking to unfamiliar men.
"Who is Leonal? Do not get them close to strangers. I'm afraid they'll be framed, because I've eliminated the Bordeaux royal man."
Thattan's remark made Leonal surprised, "Are you crazy? What if Prince Siclandus finds out that their men died in your hands? It's gonna threaten us!"
Thustan did not heed Leonal's warning, he rushed over to the two women, very quickly.
Thentan looked at Masson's face, he fused his eyebrows together, "Are you Prince Masson?"
Masson nodded, but he replied with a full face of inquiry, "Do you know these two women, sir? Who you? How can you recognize me? Have we met before?"
Thattan just opened his glasses, making Masson really can't say. His face was similar to that of Thustan, was he Thattan the son of the Canbrai Kingdom?
Masson touched his head, he was unable to recall very clearly, "Ooogh shiit... Why does my head hurt so much?"
Gabriel, watching Masson suddenly fall, restrains the man, aided by Thustan and Leonal.
"Hurry up, take him upstairs. We have to leave Marseille soon."
Thentan gave Leonal the order, he pulled Solenne's hand to go with him, through a different path. Thustan gave a blue scarf on Solenne's head, put on black glasses, and a blue mask to cover the girl's pretty face.
"Are we going to survive till Italy? I don't want to part with you! Don't leave me, baby!"
Thentan smiled, hugged his lover's body, rushed up the escalator immediately leaving Marseille.
But as they waited for the train at a different door, Thustan was startled by the sound of gunfire on the underground floor. Everyone at the station became more frightened, some even fell on the train.
"Please..help my son! Please my son, sir!" a panicked-looking woman shouted to see her beloved son on the train, which soon showed the train would arrive on the same tracks.
Very quickly Thustan and Leonal helped the little boy, greeted by Masson and Gabriel who were waiting above.
The middle-aged woman looked down respectfully, they were like coming back to a very gripping past. The woman's face instantly looked terrified, as Thustan opened his glasses and stared fixedly at her.
"Are you Thustan? King of the Canbrai Kingdom?"
The question of the middle-aged woman, reminded all three of the past who never remembered at all, even far from remembering.
"Am I wrong? Sorry, I don't know who you are. Thanks Sir!"
The woman left them with a frightened face. Looking back many times, with curiosity.
"Who are they? It's like I know them!"