Kingdom’s Bloodline

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In the interrogation room, Belicia and Rafael both left.

Thales looked at the empty room on the other side of the glass motionless, with dead eyes and complicated emotions.

Sunset Bar...

Yala...

Familiar names echoed in his memory, each time causing endless waves.

Ever since that chat with Gilbert, he, who was burdened as a prince, had buried them in the deepest part of his heart.

until just now.

Thales clenched his fist subconsciously.

The crime of prison river has not received any external threats, but it is still rushing and roaring in his veins.

"Your Highness, would you mind pushing me again?"

Morat's cozy and comfortable voice came, coupled with the black-veined vines that sizzled all the time, pulling Thales back from his complicated thoughts to reality.

But it also made him more upset and restless.

Thales turned around slowly and looked at the Black Prophet.

But Thales didn't move, nor did he help the old man's disgusting wheelchair under his lap.

Why.

Why is it here...

In front of the people he fears the most.

"You brought Belicia here on purpose, didn't you?"

Thales was expressionless and his tone was indifferent.

The old man in the wheelchair put down his teacup and turned his head indifferently.

"Not just so I can see the consequences of what I do."

Thales' eyes turned cold, and he looked directly at Morat:

"You know her identity, her past."

"You also know about my past."

"So you deliberately asked Raphael to bring up the sunset bar."

"In front of me."

The Black Prophet stared at him with a smile on his wrinkled face.

"How about it, Your Highness, are you surprised?"

For some reason, this smile was so awkward in Thales' eyes.

proud.

dark.

hateful.

There must be a picture.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"

Thales stared at Morat, his eyes breathing fire:

"old man."

The interrogation room instantly became oppressive and dignified. The old man's wheelchair and the black-veined vines on his knees squirmed uneasily, with an extremely fast frequency and buzzing.

In the darkness and dead silence, Black Seer giggled.

Facing the prince's anger and accusations, he moved the wheelchair nonchalantly, turned and faced Thales face to face:

"I thought that when you saw that the secret department was so attentive to your wishes, you would be very happy to hear the news of your childhood playmate again."

Morat looked at the boy in front of him quietly:

"Thals..."

"prince?"

He deliberately left an extremely long pause between the two words, making the boy frown.

They seem to have returned to the afternoon of Mindis Hall, where Thales—a beggar, an illegitimate child, a boy with a secret and an uncertain future—and the most terrifying and insidious secret agent leader of the Star Kingdom who are chasing taboo disasters for the first time Meet.

At that time, Jine, Gilbert, and even Yoddle were by his side, and even the old hag Serena helped him.

But now, in the old lair of the Kingdom Secret Division.

No one can protect him.

Except himself.

"But you said it when I asked you for help back then," Thales stared at the old man coldly:

"Only when I am strong enough can I talk about protecting them."

"Otherwise they'll just be my...weakness."

His eyes are angry:

"Constrained by others."

Morat clicked softly:

"Very well, you remember."

Black Prophet's expression turned cold, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped.

"Then why do you still ask Count Gilbert Castle to let him search for them non-stop in the past few years?"

"Even asking for help from Raphael, you have to do everything possible to hide it from my eyes and ears?"

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

he knows.

The Duke of Xinghu looked at Morat's smile: Regarding the matter that he asked Gilbert to find someone,

The old man in front of him knew it clearly.

as always.

but……

Yala.

Thales called the name again.

No.

He couldn't let the Black Seer find her.

Because that girl wasn't just Yara.

She is Yara Surriton.

Assassin's flower.

"Look? This is the problem, the reason why you haven't been in tune with the secret department for many years," Molat's cold and sharp eyes pressed against him, with a certain tendency:

"We will always go our own way, and we will never know each other."

The black-veined vine coiled around his knee again, rustling again and again, like many poisonous snakes entangled in one place, strange and dangerous.

Thales gritted his teeth.

The pain of being torn apart in the Fuxing Palace, the pain of witnessing countless tragedies in the interrogation room, the pain of self-blame, the dissatisfaction with the secret department's setbacks over the years, and the worry about Yala and the beggars , all melted into Thales' blood vessels at this moment, and flowed into his tortured nerves together with the sin of Hell River.

Ignite the dissatisfaction in his chest.

Pointing at the old man in front of him.

"I said, put away your sniffing nose, and get out of my affairs."

Thales gritted his teeth and said:

"Or have you made up your mind to use them as bargaining chips to threaten me?"

Black Prophet laughed out loud:

"You are in danger in the Northern Kingdom, Your Highness."

"So there are a lot of concerns, it's hard to trust, and it's not surprising that we doubt our motives."

"In fact, you act prudently and think twice about everything, this should be a good thing..."

Thales interrupted him with a sneer.

"Then why didn't you say anything for the past six years, why did you wait until I returned to the country to expose this matter in front of me?"

Morat paused for a while, thoughtful.

"You are right, Your Highness."

"We're starting to give our full attention to this..."

The old man said sharply:

"Precisely because you have returned home."

"Because you, the Duke of Xinghu, are now—to be precise, when you just expressed your dissatisfaction with my wheelchair—that you are truly on the side of the so-called 'powerful'."

Morat looked to the other end of the interrogation room:

"That's why we let you see the scene just now."

"Your 'weakness'."

weakness.

Thales shuddered.

"What's the meaning?"

The Black Prophet grinned.

"Your Highness, you are young, mature, and extremely intelligent. You don't need me to say much to understand why His Majesty asked you to come here."

"About the 'mess' you saw," the old man turned to the empty room on the other side of the glass, the black-veined vine branches back and forth, as if staring at Thales all the time:

"How do you feel?"

mess.

Thales felt empty.

Before he could answer, Morat said slowly:

"The unemployed workers of the winery..."

"An order for dueling weapons from the blacksmith shop..."

"Nobles of the Blades Protest..."

Every time he said a word, Thales was in a daze.

"Murder over lettuce..."

"Also, the girl from Beidi on Hongfang Street..."

These, these are all...

Thales' lips moved slightly, but he couldn't squeeze out a single word after all.

"I know."

Morat's tone eased:

"You feel wronged, depressed, sad, and unhappy."

"All of this is actually not your intention."

"But that's the power of power."

The might of power.

Thales was speechless.

The Black Prophet continued to stare at him with a full smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Before this, everyone—whether it's Earl Caso, Lady Jiny, or even Your Majesty, they must have warned you: As Prince Xingchen, Duke Xinghu, the heir to the throne of this kingdom, your decision will have far-reaching consequences, Yu Yin endless."

Thales took a deep breath: "I know, I will try to make it up..."

But Morat suddenly raised his voice, overshadowing his confession:

"But maybe they didn't tell you the crueler part: that what you do doesn't really matter compared to the position you're in."

"It's useless to make up for it."

Thales looked up in a daze.

"What?"

Doesn't matter?

to no avail?

The old man moved the wheelchair and came to him, with a hoarse voice:

"Because your 'behavior' itself is more influential than its content and substance."

"It's not what you do, it's not what you do or don't do, it's not what you do right or wrong, it's that you are there."

At that moment, Black Prophet's eyes were like a bottomless black hole, with unprecedented suction, covering Thales firmly:

"It's your position and existence."

It's not what you do that matters...

It is your position and existence...

Thales frowned and looked at the old man.

But what came to his mind was the words of another "person":

【Thales, in this world, they don't hate us... What they refuse to forgive and accept is not our behavior...】

[It's our existence. 】

"Under the power of power, your position is different from others, and the gap is fixed, so no matter what you do in the upper reaches of power, what should happen will always happen."

Black Prophet's expression is indifferent, his eyes are misty, looking at Thales, but it seems to be looking into the distance:

"If you have a little wave, the torrent will roll in."

"You understate it, but you emphasize it."

"Your whisper is deafening."

Morat sighed slowly, feeling inexplicable:

"Power, it pours down like a torrent of thunder and destroys everything: from you, to the nobleman of the blade leader just now, to the merchant Dagori and the old blacksmith Gibbon, to Miss Belicia and the poor From vegetable and fruit farmers to thousands of people in the kingdom, there is no exception."

"No one can save, nothing can stop."

"This is the 'weakness' that ultimately prevents you from reuniting with your childhood playmate after many years."

Thales was stunned.

【Your Highness, with all due respect, it is very easy to find their whereabouts...】

[However, after finding it? 】

Gilbert's words resounded in his mind:

【Have you ever thought about the possible impact your rewards, gratitude, or even just observing secretly might have on them? 】

[It is very simple to do one thing, but it is extremely difficult to deal with the countless consequences brought about by it perfectly. 】

Thinking of this, Thales became more and more depressed.

"You mean... no matter what I do, power will always distort what I do, and as a prince, I can only accept it in exchange for an indifferent and hard heart?"

Morat didn't speak, he carefully looked at the boy in front of him.

There was a long silence in the interrogation room.

Until the eyes of the black prophet refocused:

"In fact, in order to prevent such accidents and losses, in the upper reaches of power, at the top of the crowd, and around us..."

"And thus a high wall is built."

Thales raised his head.

The Black Prophet's eyes were shining, and he said with certainty:

"A buffer wall to prevent nobles like you from losing their hands and becoming eternal hatred."

"Thus separating the torrent and thunder of power."

Morat turned the wheelchair and looked towards the empty interrogation room:

"So we have social etiquette, fashion of life, facade decoration, behavioral style... These seemingly irrelevant factors are the result of power, and they are social dams built by itself during its operation."

"Use differences to separate groups of people, use differences to separate high and low, use rejection to label categories, and use breaks to regulate behavior."

"Come and tell the world: They are nothing like us." (They are all that weare not.)

Thales frowned.

Black Prophet has sharp eyes:

"Yes, they interrupt communication, foster division, breed conflict, and mark class."

"However, a natural flood discharge pool has been built for the rampant brutal power."

Looking at Thales in doubt, Morat snorted softly:

"Yesterday, if you drank that glass of wine according to the etiquette, if you followed the aristocratic fashion to eat something else, if you wrote 'Duel is strictly prohibited' on the facade, if you insisted on the usual aloof style of the royal family, and not against Ann. Protesters like Ke Bailar are always welcome..."

Morat changed the subject:

"And this, this is the 'weakness' you exposed yesterday—at least one of them."

He didn't go on.

But Thales frowned more and more.

The prince suddenly remembered that on the day he returned to Yongxing City, Mallos impersonally prevented the prince from showing his face in public, and insisted that he stay in the carriage in a low-key manner, saying that it would "save a lot of trouble".

And he...

He proudly gave Mallos a sword.

Morat exhaled, letting the black-veined vines on his knees stretch randomly:

"Most nobles and high-ranking people have grown up under such norms since they were young, almost instinctively: they know that they must be self-controlled in their actions, cautious in their statements, polite in manners, and serious in their attitudes. They subconsciously practice the distinction and the principle of division, to avoid being bad examples and breaching dikes, allowing power—whether suction from the top or buoyancy from the bottom—to eat them up.”

Thales snorted sarcastically, feeling lost to the bottom of the valley.

"You mean, I need to rework my etiquette class?"

But Black Prophet's eyes sharpened, ignoring his interruption:

"But it also develops a problem that these people use every day without knowing it: they are used to doing it, like instinct, but they don't know why they do it."

"They cannot cross this high wall and dam. Outside the norms, they will not know what to do in the face of the barbaric gesture of power after it has broken free."

The old man in the wheelchair looked straight at Thales, and his tone changed:

"But Your Highness Thales, you, you are different."

Thales was taken aback.

Black Prophet raised his mouth slightly:

"Although you were born noble, you started from humble beginnings."

"You are based on the upper reaches of the river, but you can understand the monstrous waves on the other side and the lower reaches better than most of the noble children and rich officials."

"And today you see how they originate inconspicuously from tiny ripples under your noble fingertips."

Thales bit his lower lip.

"First this mess, then my past..."

The prince suppressed the confusion and confusion in his heart:

"Having said so much, you want me to stand on this high wall, make trade-offs between the gains and losses of power, make sacrifices, ignore and accept the 'big waves' after the 'ripples', only then can I overcome my weaknesses and become Really 'powerful'?"

Speaking of this, Thales felt depressed.

Morat stared at him for a long time.

But unexpectedly, the old man finally shook his head.

"No."

"I told you to eliminate your weaknesses."

"But the means don't have to be rigid."

In the next second, Black Prophet's tone became urgent, and every word contained strength:

"A little wave will make a torrent roll."

"Understatement, there is thick ink and color."

"A whisper can be deafening."

Morat's eyes flickered, as if there was a blade in it:

"From another perspective, it's not a weakness, it's an advantage."

"It is the true power of power."

"It is the power that many people dream of."

At that moment, Thales had an illusion:

The old man in the wheelchair in front of him turned into the deepest point in the endless darkness, devouring all the light.

King Nun, King Charman, King Kessel...these people seemed to be at the other end of the darkness, looking at him.

The black-veined vines made an ominous sound and squirmed more violently.

"You are not good at drinking, so countless brewing workers were laid off and unemployed amidst the banquet organizer's suspicion and doubts about your preferences..."

"However, your clear taste of wine can also force wine merchants to think hard just to brew better wine, or do everything possible to expand new business routes for exporting abroad."

Black Prophet suddenly became aggressive:

"Your reckless duel at the banquet will cause thousands of young people to spill blood on the streets on impulse."

"But your bravery and fearlessness in the face of a duel can also inspire the martial spirit of the kingdom, sweeping away the public."

"Your tolerance and appeasement to such lawless people as Bailar will make countless subjects feel unstable and ready to move."

"But your harsh pursuit of justice and life can also warn people of ghosts and ghosts, deter unhealthy trends, and unite noble people to go through fire and water for you."

"You have become a good practice at the banquet, and you have followed suit, which will attract profit-seeking villains to flock to follow the crowd, and it is hard to know the fortunes and misfortunes of the common people."

"But you can also turn your palms to achieve a purpose, make a speech and make contributions, lead the direction of the kingdom, and open the way out for the future."

Thales faced the intelligence chief of the secret department in a daze.

The old man said gloomyly:

"You who are on both sides of the high wall should focus on these, instead of hesitating about the ruins of power after the flood tide passes."

The might of power.

Thales stared at Morat, with mixed thoughts and confusion in his heart.

But then he remembered another passage:

[Trust me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback. 】

[People will always respond to the ruler unexpectedly and catch him off guard. 】

The Duke of Xihuang seemed to be standing in front of him again, with a hideous and terrifying face, showing a knowing smile to him.

Thales felt a thump.

"But you said it," he said with difficulty:

"My 'behavior' itself is more influential than its content and substance."

"No matter what I do, there will be countless messes, and if I deliberately make up..."

"That's right!"

The Black Prophet interrupted him loudly, but the voice of a poisonous snake was very powerful at this moment:

"That's why you have to concentrate more and go all out,"

"Try to get the content and essence of your actions," he pointed at Thales' heart with his finger:

"Beyond itself."

"The original sin that transcends its place and existence, in turn, covers its weaknesses."

"Are you worried that with the addition of your power and position, your concern for your childhood playmates will become their ferry bell?" Black Prophet suddenly mentioned the thing Thales cared about most: "Then you have to think more, how Let your care, your actions, go beyond the limitations of your position of power, and drive away the ferry boat that is urging you to die."

Thales' complexion was uncertain and his mind was disturbed.

"What you have to do is not to make up, but to control. Instead of standing on this high wall and sighing, you ride this high wall and ride the tide."

Black Prophet snorted coldly: "There is a proverb in the Far East..."

"A gentleman serves things, and a villain serves things."

Thales pondered silently.

"Your Highness," Mourat pressed the arm of the chair, and the black-veined vines on it gradually calmed down: "This is the case with the previous king."

"That's true for Crown Prince Midir."

"The same is true, Your Majesty Kessel."

Hearing the familiar name, Thales frowned fiercely.

He stared at each other:

"What if... I can't do it?"

The Black Prophet smiled.

"You can do it."

Morat moved the wheelchair and turned his back to the prince.

"From the moment you come home, you can do it."

"You are already ready."

"It's only close to the door."

He grimly said:

"It's just that you are too cautious, too fearful, and too vigilant about its unpredictable power and possible consequences."

Thales gritted his teeth, his thoughts wandering.

A few seconds later, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the back of the Black Prophet.

"I do not like you."

"I know," Morat didn't look back:

"But as I said, it doesn't matter whether you like me or not."

"The important thing is that you don't like me, whether you can surpass me and your established position," the old man said slowly:

"Under your control, with real utility."

Thales' expression changed slightly.

Morat took a deep breath, moved the wheelchair, and prepared to leave.

at this moment.

"Will you be alone?"

The Black Prophet paused.

Thales cast his gaze behind him:

"Lord Hansen, you said before that it has been a long, long time since I have met anyone who can feel at ease in front of you without any burden, and is not afraid of lying to you."

"It must feel so lonely."

Morat didn't speak, only his back was lonely.

"So……"

Thales' tone changed slightly:

"The Scarlet Witch."

At that moment, Thales saw the black veined vines on the black prophet's wheelchair tremble.

"Ms. Kashan, who is said to be able to deceive you, is not afraid of people who lie to you... Is she one of them?"

Morat remained silent, only the black-veined vines squirmed back and forth, becoming more and more jubilant.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became very delicate.

After a few seconds.

"Forgive me, I'm old and my energy is limited."

"I'm going to rest first." The Black Prophet didn't move, but the demonic vines on his knees moved horribly, covering the wheels and dyeing them into endless blackness:

"Raphael, entertain His Highness well and make him feel at home."

Thales turned his head in astonishment, only to realize that Raphael had unknowingly stood at the door.

The skeleton man bowed respectfully.

And Morat's wheelchair rolled up strangely and surprisingly under the cover of the pitch-black vines, leading him forward and disappearing outside the door.

The interrogation room returned to tranquility and ease.

Thales stared blankly at the direction in which the Black Prophet left.

"So, his wheelchair can actually move by itself."

He murmured:

"I don't need to push at all."

Raphael came to his side, smiled and said:

"Sometimes, some people may just need to push forward."

Thales sighed.

"How did you get along with him for so many years?"

Raphael raised his eyebrows and looked at the door where the Black Prophet disappeared.

"He said," the skeleton man said calmly:

"And I listen."

Thales hummed with a gloomy expression:

"I guess so."

Raphael smiled easily and gestured to the door:

"As I said, when you go to the secret department, you will only feel more uncomfortable."

The prince sighed and followed Raphael out of the interrogation room.

"Belicia, is that girl gone?"

With complicated emotions, Thales walked past the portrait of Princess Theodora, the "Brightest Star" ("I didn't even look at you, you scolded a dick, you narcissistic bastard!"—— The incompetence in Thales’s heart to vent his anger on the small theater), and asked inconsequentially.

Raphael nodded:

"Why, do you want to be tender with her for a while?"

Thales frowned and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Raphael smiled easily and raised his hand to express his surrender.

Thales gave him a sideways glance, and snorted softly:

"It's you... Cohen?"

"He'll be fine," Raphael said without flushing or panting, without any shame, "when she realizes he's not me."

"But you won't," Thales said coldly with a bit of arrogance, "When he realizes that you sold him."

"It's okay," Raphael said with no burden, relaxed:

"He's used to it."

"And, Cohn..."

Raphael paused slightly, curled the corner of his mouth, and put what he wanted to say into his heart:

He can't beat me again.

"Raphael."

The two walked silently for a while, and Thales suddenly spoke:

"Do you do this often?"

"Wipe my ass...?"

Raphael frowned and turned around.

"Morat said that I have always been incompatible with the secret department - we will always go our own way, and we will not understand each other." Thales said quietly.

"I brought you...a lot of trouble?"

Raphael sighed slightly.

"Probably." He responded casually without saying anything.

Thales scoffed lightly.

Is it.

"But it's not all trouble, is it? I should... help?"

Thales thought about the "mess" he saw today, and the "ass" wiped by the secret department.

[What you have to do is not to make up, but to control. 】

Raphael was silent for a while.

"Do you want me to tell the truth?"

Thales looked at the bone man.

"The National Conference, Dragon Clouds City, the Great Desert, the Saber Camp..."

Raphael's face remained unchanged, counting the places one by one:

"Basically, in all the occasions where you 'play freely' and save the world alone, what you helped..."

"It's all a waste of time."

Thales' complexion changed.

"No way?"

Raphael turned his head and gave him a polite smirk.

"But--"

Thales caught up with him and said angrily:

"The country is a meeting, if I hadn't moved Zhan En..."

"We have backup plans."

"In Longxiao City, if I didn't go back and defeat Luba..."

"We also have backup plans."

"The Great Desert..."

"As expected."

"Blade Camp..."

"A total disservice."

Thales didn't come up in one breath, and said unhappily:

"Really?"

Raphael shrugged: "The Kingdom's Secret Department is the most well-planned place in the stars. We have a record of any accidents—including you, and the prince's ass is one of them."

Hearing this name, Thales took a deep breath and reminded himself not to get angry.

"Well, take that most exaggerated example..."

"Six years ago, when you executed 'Dragon's Blood', did you think that you would lose control like this? Sariton? Shadow Shield? Darkroom? Charmain Rumba?"

Raphael looked back at him.

"certainly."

"It's all expected."

Thales was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly laughed angrily:

"You secret department... you really dare to say that?"

Raphael shook his head and said slowly:

"This is true."

"The status and function of the Secret Division, the relationship and strength of the two countries have already determined the consequences of the Dragon Blood campaign once it starts."

"But the most important thing is that no matter how things develop, they are still within an acceptable range and have not exceeded our expectations."

"Even if there is an accident, it is within the scope of the backup plan."

Thales snorted disdainfully.

"real?"

Thales took a deep breath, remembering the conversation he had just had with the Black Prophet about the consequences of power:

"Charmain is king, and his ambition is even greater than that of Nun."

"The Northland is rotten, and the chaos far exceeds expectations."

"The prince is captured, and the succession of the king is in doubt."

"Are these also in the plan?"

The two moved on.

"Didn't we say it? Whether Rumba wins or Nunn wins, the two sides will fight to the death," Raphael said casually:

"After the dragon's blood passes, Exeter will be shattered inch by inch, and it will be difficult to assemble, just like now."

"As for Lumbard's ambitions, the situation in the North is still your whereabouts..."

"It's all within the plan."

All right.

Thales sneered again and again, he folded his arms:

"What about the disaster?"

"What if the big bloody octopus in Longxiao City gets out of control and the Sky Queen doesn't come?"

Raphael was silent for a while.

"Don't worry, we also have a backup plan."

The boneless man said lightly:

"Even if the dragon doesn't come, we still have an absolutely safe way to completely suppress the plague of blood."

Recalling the power of the magician Giza, Thales smiled sarcastically.

Is it.

I deeply doubt it.

"Then, what about the scarlet witch seeing through your plan and being backdoored to lay eggs? What's the backup plan?"

"Since we are going to Dragon Clouds City, we must confront the darkroom head-on," Raphael said without any panic.

"Being blocked by them is also expected."

"Didn't you come out safely?"

Thales raised the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

Sounds like a hard mouth.

"What about when King Charman enters the Palace of Heroes and prepares to entangle the princes, and the coalition forces go south to invade the stars?"

The prince said coldly:

"Don't tell me, that was expected?"

"Also have a backup plan?"

Raphael didn't look back:

"certainly."

Thales shook his head in disdain, and sarcastically said:

"Yes, the backup plan is a chimney that makes the little boy break into the Palace of Heroes..."

Raphael's footsteps suddenly stopped!

They stopped.

Thales turned around in doubt.

"This should be top secret, but, Your Highness, since you are so suspicious..."

At that moment, the prince suddenly found that the desolate bone man's expression was extremely serious.

"Let me put it this way."

Raphael stared straight at him with a pair of red eyes:

"Do you think that if Lombard succeeded in framing you as the assassin of King Nun back then, and even persuaded the grand dukes to send troops to the south, do we really have no countermeasures?"

countermeasures...

Thales frowned secretly.

"Going one step further, when you stand here, for six years, you have thought that you are alone to save the world and turn the tide..."

The prince's expression changed slightly.

Raphael's tone is very mysterious, with a deep meaning:

"How do you know, that day in the Palace of Heroes..."

"Talk to us secretly, allies who cooperate with each other..."

Just listen to Raphael faintly said:

"Only Rumba?"

The voice fell.

Time seemed to stand still at that second.

Thales was completely stunned.

There is only one Rumba.

What……

mean?

In the quiet corridor of the Secret Department, Raphael looked at the astonished Thales expressionlessly.

"Perhaps it would be impolite to say so, Your Highness."

"Even though your original choice was quite bold."

Beside them, "Oriental Beauty" Alf looked at them quietly in the portrait.

"But you are just one of the countless spare pieces in the chess game..."

Raphael narrowed his eyes and said in a deep tone:

"One of them."

Thales was stunned for ten seconds.

one of them?

At that moment, Thales seemed to return to the bloody storm six years ago, and re-heard the hustle and bustle of Longxiao City overnight.

Disaster strikes, Nun's death, Black Sand enters the city, Grand Duke Alliance, South Stars, Grand Duke, King Charman...

But……

Scenes of old scenes flashed in my mind.

Thales only felt that his thinking was stiff and difficult to move.

Dragon Clouds City, Heroic Spirit Palace.

Everything in the past, like a beautiful painting, was torn to pieces by Raphael just now.

But……

No.

one of them.

No!

Raphael looked at the prince's distraught expression, smiled with satisfaction, and turned around again.

But right now.

"Bailal."

The bone man turned around strangely.

"Anke Bailar, the assassin from last night."

Thales raised his head slowly, murmured in a trance.

"Raphael, I want to see him."

The prince frowned, slightly anxious:

"Now."

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