[Marco Polo] Where is Homecoming?

three days ago.

"What should we do? He already knows our purpose. Let's take him back. What if he informs us?"

Derek and Barry appeared in front of his eyes, and Barry looked at the people around him.

Marco was suppressed on the ground and couldn't move. He desperately raised his head and stared at the person in front of him.

Derek looked down at the person who was pinned to the ground in front of him, with a stern face for a long time.

"I have no choice but to cut off his tongue."

"Do not----!!"

Marco yelled desperately to resist, but his limbs were controlled and he couldn't break free. He was suddenly hit on the head by something, and he passed out.

Seeing the person in front of him lose consciousness, Dot took out the knife, opened his mouth and was about to cut in——

"stop."

The mercenary raised his head and saw the doctor in front of him.

"Oliver, what are you doing here?"

"You can't do that."

The doctor knelt down and sniffed the Latin man.

"Then what should we do? Can you make him dumb again?"

Derek, who was always on the sidelines, asked.

"No, but if you don't handle it properly, he will die."

Oliver stood up and looked at the person in front of him.

"Leave it to me, and I will make him speechless."

The doctor's gaze was soft and firm, but there was an irresistible force faintly. Derek hesitated for a while before he gestured to the side. The mercenary dragged the people on the ground and followed the doctor to the tent.

"Just leave it there."

After entering the tent, the doctor pointed at him casually, and the mercenaries threw him on the bed and prepared to leave.

"Help me tie him up, I don't want to wait for him to wake up and make trouble."

The mercenary retreated helplessly, and it took a lot of effort to find a rope to tie the unconscious person tightly.

When Marco woke up and saw that the person in front of him was the doctor who often fed him, he couldn't help but feel relieved, but he found himself unable to move and suddenly panicked.

"What are you doing?"

"Drugs for anesthesia."

The doctor replied without looking up.

"Are you really going to cut my tongue?"

The doctor didn't answer, he walked to the edge of the bed and handed the medicine bowl to him with a blank expression.

"Drinked."

Marco hesitated and refused to open his mouth.

"I gave you a three-day dose, which is enough for you to survive until most of the time."

"Does it mean that when I wake up, I will find that my tongue is gone?"

"Close your mouth tightly before drinking, I don't want them to pry your mouth open and find a good tongue."

Marco hesitantly drank the half bowl of soup with a strange taste, and frowned when he saw the doctor walk aside and pick up a sharp knife.

"What else are you going to do?"

The doctor took the knife to the door and looked back at him.

"Cut off a sheep's tongue."

As the White Moon Festival approached, Zhen Jin felt more and more nervous.He has already issued instructions that on the day of the White Moon Festival, most of the one-third of the troops will be concentrated near the Khan Palace, in order to be able to arrest all the traitors at the moment of the incident.

For the past few days, he has been hesitating whether to rush into the residence where the caravan is staying to directly search for evidence. He has already thought of a hundred ways to execute these traitors by then.

However, when he was going to the Khan Hall that day, he encountered a caravan coming out of it, and seeing them all dressed up, he hurriedly stopped them and frowned and asked:

"What is this for?"

The leading man humbly took off his hat and saluted.

"His Royal Highness, thank you Khan and your care these days, we are going to leave."

Zhen Jin only felt a rush of blood, and couldn't help shouting:

"Stop!"

The caravan stopped, looked at each other and didn't know what to do, Zhen Jin walked down the team and raised his eyebrows.

"Most of me is a king's city, so people from other lands can come and go whenever they want?"

"Report Your Highness, we have already bid farewell to the Khan..."

The prince ignored him, and summoned a team of soldiers to point down, ordering:

"Search for me, one car at a time."

Turning around, he looked at the priest who was left behind by Khan in Dadu to see him off.

"There are still people left, search for me, and report to me immediately if you see any abnormal items!"

The soldiers immediately rushed to the unarmed caravan and searched the boxes. In the process, the merchants' packages were torn apart, their things were shuffled, and their belongings were scattered on the ground, making the scene a mess.The prince just stood aside expressionlessly, watching with his hands behind his back.

The caravan did not dare to go forward, and only watched from a distance.

"True gold, my child, what are you doing?"

The nearby Khan saw the movement here, so he came over and asked, the prince turned around, nodded and replied:

"Father Khan, I got a secret report that these foreigners are hiding the treasures of the Khan Palace, so I ordered people to search."

"Your Highness!"

Hearing that there were soldiers over there at this moment, the prince hurried over and took out a gold medal one foot high from a merchant's bag.

"This is what I rewarded these merchants to ensure that they will receive timely supplies along the way."

Kublai Khan's voice came from ahead, the crown prince threw the gold medal back into his bag, and turned around to order.

"Continue to search for me!"

However, the soldiers all stood still and looked at each other. After a long time, one of them said:

"His Royal Highness, the search has been completed, and no abnormal items have been found."

"Real gold."

The prince frowned and was about to speak, when he heard the summons behind him, he turned around quickly.

Khan's face was gloomy, looking at his most capable son in front of him, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked:

"Who is the person who gave you the secret report you mentioned just now?"

When Marco was taking a nap, he suddenly heard the sound of the lock being unlocked. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man rushing in angrily. Before he could react, he was grabbed by the neck and pushed to the corner of the wall.

"Liar, you liar!"

The anger in the prince's eyes could burst out and burn a hole in the wall. He shook the person in front of him fiercely and shouted:

"What assassination on the White Moon Festival? They didn't spend the White Moon Festival here at all. They left early this morning!"

"So... what didn't they leave behind?"

Almost out of breath from being pinched, Marco struggled hard and asked.

"You idiot! I ordered people to search through all their luggage. I didn't even see a spark!"

"...Father Khan is very disappointed in me, it's all because of you liar!"

Zhen Jin ruthlessly threw him in the corner.

"How is it possible...how is this possible..."

Marco, who fell to the ground, muttered, unable to believe it.

The prince stood up, straightened his clothes, looked at the people on the ground, and walked away.

"Nobody can save you now, Latino."

As the evening approached, it began to rain. Boyan stood under the eaves listening to the sound of the rain, and suddenly there was a helpless smile on his face.

The crown prince walked over in the rain, and the drizzle wet his forehead and hair, sticking to both sides of his cheeks.He came to the steps and then stopped, slowly raised his head, staring at the people on the steps.

"I know, it was you who robbed the prison the first time, right?"

His eyes were cold and his voice was stiff, but Boyan smiled.

"I never denied it."

"It is a serious crime to rob a prison without permission. If I tell Khan, you will be sent to death with your apprentice."

The smile on Boyan's face never changed.

"But the prince came to see me today, but it's not because of this, right?"

The prince didn't speak, just stared at him for a long time.

"I want you, how did you get him out last time, and how to get him out this time."

He was walking in the silent palace with a dazed expression and blank eyes, and Boyan's words just before he left were still echoing in his mind.

... His fate has come, and there is nothing I can do.

As I said, in this world, some people are destined to be just passers-by.

…………

Could it be that he was really just a passerby?

He slowly came to the Khan's bedroom. Kublai Khan spent the night in his Hall of Five Desires tonight, only to see Queen Chabi instructing the maids to do things.

He stood there like this, without speaking or moving, until Chabi turned his head inadvertently, and was startled when he saw his child's eyes were empty and covered in water, and hurriedly dismissed the maid, while he stepped forward to hold him hands.

"True gold, my child, what happened?"

Hearing his mother's question, Zhen Jin slowly raised his head, but when he raised his eyes to look over, Chabi felt as if the surroundings were instantly silent.

That look, with deep despair and deep sorrow, made the queen speechless for a while.

He just looked at the person in front of him like this, then shook his head slowly.

"...Mother, he can't die."

"Who?"

The queen asked, but quickly reacted and sighed.

"...I don't want him to die either, but your father has given up his will, and I can't help it."

"...But I...I love him!"

He knelt down suddenly, looked up at the woman in front of him, still holding her hand in his hand.

"What's the matter, can't you talk properly if you have something to say? What is this for..."

Empress Chabi was startled, and quickly helped up the people on the ground.

The prince stood up, his eyelids lowered, and the queen bent down.

"What did you just say? You... fell in love with that Latino?"

He kept his head down, and after a long time, he nodded as if he couldn't say anything.

Empress Chabi was stunned for a moment, but when Zhen Jin didn't know what to do, she suddenly heard her laugh.

She pulled him into her arms suddenly and patted his back lightly.

"...my child, my silly son..."

"...Grandma guessed it when you came to plead that day, my silly boy, why didn't you say it earlier..."

"........."

It took a long time before she let him go.Looking at the person in front of her, the queen thought about it, and then cautiously asked:

"Then... have you done it?"

"...No, not yet..."

However, after hearing her words, the prince's face suddenly flushed strangely, and he said with some embarrassment.Looking at his appearance, the queen couldn't help reaching out to caress his face with a soft voice.

"You go, I will tell you where your father is."

"But what do you say?"

The prince suddenly raised his head and asked worriedly, but the queen just gave him a relieved smile.

"Don't worry, I have my own way."

In the early morning of the next day, Marco only saw his prison door open, and a few ferocious soldiers walked in. Before he could say a word, he was covered by a black hood.

When the hood was taken away, Marco was surprised to find that he was not in the field, and there were no horses or blankets around him.

Marco began to wonder if the other party was planning to die in another way, and he couldn't help but wonder when the soldiers came up and pushed him and tied him to the rack. He didn't panic until some soldiers began to strip his clothes.

Suddenly there was a sharp sound of wind behind him, and he only felt a burst of burning pain on his shoulder.

He froze for two or three seconds before realizing that he had been whipped.

However, the moment he realized that the next whip had arrived as expected, and it was stacking on the wound of the previous one, and he let out a low growl in pain.

The harsh sound of the wind from the tip of the whip scraped against the skin, and every hit made him tremble all over.

Blood trickled down the spine.

He bit his lip tightly, suppressing the voice closed in his throat, until his lip was bitten, and the bloody smell filled his mouth.

The tearing pain made him finally unable to restrain himself from screaming, but at that moment he saw Khan not far away.

Khan looked this way, then left blankly.

The whipping continued.

The executioner seemed to have been notified, and each whip was hit firmly, and Marco felt that his consciousness was being lost bit by bit along with the blood.On the verge of coma, he couldn't help thinking that it would be better to let him die.

"Master Polo, I came to see how you are doing."

After the incident last time, Marco lay on the bed for half a month. He couldn’t move or do anything, which made him very annoyed. Boyan’s teasing from time to time also made him very depressed. When he finally felt better, it was him The person you least want to see is here.

When Zhen Jin entered the room, there was an unconcealable smile on the corner of his mouth, and Ma Ke temporarily interpreted that as gloating.

If he wanted to get out of bed, he had to at least put on some clothes first.

"do not move."

Zhen Jin stepped forward to hold him down, while she sat down and reached out to caress his shoulder.Marco didn't know what he was going to do, so he just let him play without moving.

Zhenjin's fingertips were cold and delicate, and slowly scratched along the vertical and horizontal scars on his back. When they touched the wound that hadn't healed yet, Marco couldn't help hissing, and the prince's voice came from beside him.

"...If you want me to say, a whip is good for you, it can always remind you to pay attention to your identity."

He moved his hands away from his body, stood up after hesitating for a moment, looked at the person in front of him, suddenly there was a smile on his face, he turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back.

However, just as he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly heard the voice of someone behind him.

Ma Ke forced himself to sit up, looked at the back of the person in front of him, and suddenly said:

"Thank you, True Gold."

When Ahmed returned to his residence, he saw a black shadow rushing towards him.

"What is the meaning of the mural you showed me last time? If you were going to assassinate Khan, why didn't you do it? Have you forgotten?"

"Who said I forgot."

The man with black hair and thick eyebrows raised his eyes, let out a laugh and walked away, leaving the woman still chewing on his words in a daze.

When he was about to turn the corner, the man turned sideways and looked at the woman who was still there.

"Follow me."

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally followed.

The underground corridor was dark and damp, and the woman walked behind her with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Ahmed, who was in front of him, walked skillfully and steadily, and he turned to a wall after seven turns and eight turns.

The man stretched out his hand towards the wall, but I didn't see how he operated it. The wall in front of him suddenly opened to both sides. Meilin's eyes suddenly widened. She looked at the scene in front of her and suddenly felt unable to speak.

"...Batu, the son of Genghis Khan, captured the Principality of Moscow and established the Golden Horde on their land. Over the past few decades, their desire to restore the country has never been extinguished. The assassins came one after another, but none of them were able to survive city ​​defense."

"But this time, those Muscovites pretended to be caravans, and I discovered them when they were planning to do something wrong in Dadu, so I made a deal with them by the way."

The man leaned against the wall on one side, talking casually, and looked at the woman's expression playfully.

Meilin seemed not to have heard his words, she glanced from top to bottom, and from bottom to top as if she couldn't believe it, with a surprised expression on her face.

It was a room full of firecrackers.

tbc

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