I don't know what that so-called Hans has to do with her, but the way she looks like she can't find anyone to give up knows that their relationship must be extraordinary.

A few of us didn't bother to help her with such a boring task, so we retreated to the attic outside and waited on the handrail by the staircase, while the other bodyguards were very attentive to help inside.

"Who do you think that kid is her?" Tank took out a box from his pocket, which was neatly arranged with four cigars, and at first glance he knew that it was the best product, and he wanted to enjoy it for himself, but as soon as he took it out, he was robbed by Iron Fist and one person was divided into one.

"Do you still need to ask? It must have been her son, otherwise he wouldn't have played so hard. Iron Fist took a puff on his cigar and said confidently.

"I don't think it's that simple, if it's really a wandering prince, it can't be that she is the only one to find her, in my opinion, it's probably an illegitimate child." Death sneered.

"Well, I agree with Death's statement, but ......" I said here with a slight frown, and I stopped talking.

"But what? You mean! Iron Fist looked at me like this and said urgently.

"Don't you think the name Hans is familiar?" I knocked on my head, I always felt that I had heard it somewhere, and it kept hovering in my mind, but I just couldn't remember it, this feeling was very uncomfortable, and my heart was like a cat's claw.

"I'm sure I haven't heard of it." Iron Fist thought for a moment and said with great certainty.

"I don't have an impression either, I have too many people in contact, and I never remember the names of outsiders." The tank shook his head as well.

Only the Grim Reaper didn't speak, just frowned deeply and seemed to be trying to remember something, but in the end he didn't seem to come up with a reason, but he said with a puzzled face: "I seem to have heard this name, but I can't remember who it is!" ”

"Wouldn't it be one of your assassination targets? There are so many people who have died under the two of you super sniper pistols that it's normal not to remember. The tank shrugged.

"There is this possibility, killing so many people, maybe there is one named Hans among them." The Grim Reaper smiled indifferently and didn't take it to heart.

"That's too bad, you killed Princess Belis's son, she'll fight with us." Iron Fist had a worried look on his face.

"Fight with us? Don't make a fuss, unless she doesn't want to live either. "Tank didn't take the so-called princess seriously, no matter what the status was, she was just an employer to him.

"No, the person who died in my hands should not be called Hans, the more I think about it, the more familiar it feels, I must have heard this name, let me think about it, let me think about it!" I paced back and forth in the hallway with my cigar in hand, and a few of them just looked at me, and no one spoke.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in front of my eyes, and a person appeared in my mind, I looked at the three of them with wide eyes in surprise, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know the real name of the prince?" ”

Tank and Iron Fist shook their heads and said they didn't know, they used to be the knight's subordinates, and they rarely went on missions with us, and after the knight's death, although all the Caesar mercenaries were merged, there were still not many opportunities to go on missions together, so it was not surprising that they didn't know the prince's real name.

But the Grim Reaper is different, before I joined Caesar, they were often together, and they knew each other very well, and when I mentioned the prince, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, but in the end he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure." ”

As mercenaries who kill people without blinking, we never show our real names, and to be honest, until now, there are never more than ten brothers I can call by real names.

"I think it's necessary to confirm, what do you say?" I think of the prince who always jokes that he is really a prince, and everyone is always dismissive, and he never explains that if he is really the son of Princess Belis, then he is a member of the Dutch royal family.

I don't know what the untold story is, but I did hear the young master say the name Hans, and if the prince is really the person that Princess Belice is looking for, as a brother, I should tell him.

"Maybe the prince just wants to be a mercenary!" The Grim Reaper said lightly.

"Maybe he wants to be king?" I took out the phone and smiled meaningfully, and the Grim Reaper shrugged and didn't refute, we can't make decisions for the prince, some things can only be solved by ourselves.

After thinking about it again, I finally dialed the phone, but I didn't call the prince, but the young master.

"Hey, how are you stinky boy playing in America?" As soon as the phone was connected, there was a happy laughter from the young master, and there was soothing music on the side, I don't know where this thing is having fun.

"I played a game with the police and almost ended up in jail." I laughed.

"It's okay, even if you go in, my brother can fish you out." The young master was not surprised at all, and when he thought about it, it was impossible for our gang of people to be peaceful wherever they went.

"I'll tell you about business, is the prince by your side?" I asked seriously.

"No, you're looking for him?" The young master said suspiciously.

"Tell me, is the prince's real name Hans?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Why do you ask this?" The young master was curious that I suddenly cared so much about the prince's real name.

"Less nonsense, you tell me, don't you?" I already had a vague sense that my guess was correct.

"Yes, Hans-Alexander, what's the matter? Is there something wrong? The young master felt more and more strange.

"That's right, here's the thing...... "I told the young master all about Princess Bellis, and asked him to convey it to the prince, as for what to do, let the prince decide for himself."

After hanging up the phone, a few of us looked at each other, and we all felt incredible, the prince had always known his life experience, and his code name was not given casually, and the sentence he always said was not a joke.

"What now? Let that stupid woman continue to look inside? Iron Fist looked helpless.

"Let's wait for the prince to make his own decision, we don't know what to do until then, but one thing should be careful, we must ensure her safety, this is no longer a task but a responsibility as a brother." I didn't protect my mother, and I couldn't let the tragedy happen to my brother again.

"I suddenly felt like this game wasn't fun." Iron Fist shook his head, originally a few of us had a casual attitude, and we didn't take those so-called killers to heart at all, but now we all feel heavy in our hearts.

"It's not a game anymore, we need to be serious!" I tapped Iron Fist on the shoulder, and he shrugged in understanding.

I glanced back in the direction of the attic, although I don't know what grievances are entangled between them, but blood kinship is something that no one can get rid of, and I think the prince also wants to know about this grievance about his life experience.

(End of chapter)