Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Damn.

This was Thales' first thought, and half of his face was pressed on the cold stone floor, feeling the dust and pain.

From the time when the prince entered the palace to force the palace, and raised his sword across his neck, to when he was negligent and was captured by mistake, the change of the situation was only in the blink of an eye, beyond imagination.

The entire Ballard room was stunned, and it was too late to react.

The focus of the arena - Marico tightened Thales' twisted arm, took a deep breath, and reported to King Kessel excitedly:

"Your Majesty, the invaders have been captured!"

King Kessel did not answer immediately.

He just looked deeply at Thales on the ground.

His face sank like the sea.

I don't know what to think.

The royal guards wanted to rush forward, but the frowning Captain Adrian raised his hand at the right time and blocked him five steps away.

Many people reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it over?" Su Duo stared blankly at the prince who was firmly suppressed and unable to move.

Gilbert didn't say a word, but his face was depressed and his eyes were red.

Prime Minister Cullen also remained silent, bowing his head in deep thought.

"My God, thank God for the sunset, I knew..." Chief Qiu Ke broke away from Suo Duo's hand covering his mouth, still in shock, obviously terrified.

Noisy, chaotic, and turbulent, the atmosphere in Ballard's room was finally no longer so depressing.

But Marico noticed keenly that his boss, Adrian who was beside His Majesty, looked serious and shook his head at him.

The king's voice sounded, making the room silent again.

"It seems," Kessel stared at Thales, who was captured by mistake, thoughtfully:

"It's not that easy for you to commit suicide."

"child.

"

Everyone had different moods, all eyes turned to the young captive on the ground.

"nonsense."

Thales tried his best to resist Mariko's suppression, took a breath of air between the dust and the ground, and gritted his teeth:

"Stop wasting your fucking time."

Mariko, who was riding on him, gave a cold snort of disdain.

Seeing that the Duke of Xinghu was still unruly and rebellious even though he failed, there were whispers in Ballard's room.

King Kessel narrowed his eyes, the sharpness in his eyes almost tore Thales apart.

At the conference table, Gilbert, who had witnessed the whole process, sighed and got up slowly.

"Your Majesty, as you said."

The foreign minister was so distraught that he didn't go to see Thales on the ground:

"Prince Thales is overtired and really needs...to recuperate."

On one side, Qiu Ke rolled his eyes:

"Well, Your Majesty, today's meeting might as well end here..."

"If necessary, Your Majesty," Archdeacon Styrianides sighed:

"The Church of the Setting Sun can preside over the confession for the lost prince and redeem himself..."

"No," Viscount Coney frowned, looking at his colleagues:

"Everyone, today's matter is related to the stability of the kingdom, please keep your mouth shut..."

The ministers were chattering, and the conference room became lively again.

"quiet!"

At this moment, Prime Minister Cullen suddenly shouted loudly.

The entire Ballard Room was silent.

"It's the royal family's chores."

Uncharacteristically, the Duke of Donghai turned to the king calmly and unquestionably:

"Your Majesty makes his own decision."

So everyone turned their attention to the end of the long table again.

But King Kessel did not respond.

Half of his body was in the shadow of the throne, only his head and chest were exposed to the firelight, which made his eyes flicker.

The king's silence seemed to have magical powers, and it gradually infected the entire meeting room. From the ministers to the guards, everyone couldn't help but keep their voices silent, and they didn't even dare to breathe out.

Except for one person.

"Please, Father!"

Even though the rebellion failed, Thales' laughter was still unscrupulous, and it was especially harsh in Ballard's room:

"The big thing is coming, do you choose to be a stupid idiot, or a coward who commits suicide?"

King Kessel's eyes became sharper.

The vanguard officer Mariko's expression turned cold, and he kneeled hard, cutting off Thales' words in a hiss of pain.

at this moment.

"Mariko."

King Kessel's voice sounded faintly:

"Let him go."

At that moment, everyone was startled.

"Yes—" Mariko excitedly accepted the order first, and then he reacted, looking up in shock:

"His Majesty?"

"You, you said... what?"

He was not the only one who had this question, but Prime Minister Cullen's expression was thoughtful, hope was lit in Gilbert's eyes, and doubts and fears arose in the hearts of more people.

Only one person was not surprised:

On the ground, from an invisible angle, Thales endured the pain and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I said……"

King Kessel snorted coldly, his voice was not loud, but it made everyone quiet unconsciously.

"Canxing has made a promise."

The Iron Fist King pays close attention to his son:

"As you wish, child."

"let's talk."

After the king's voice fell, there was a moment of silence in Ballard's room, and many people exchanged looks in surprise.

Marico took a deep breath, violently pulled Thales up from the ground, and pressed heavily on the table, making the latter groan in pain:

"Your Majesty, Prince Thales intends to conspire against you. Once you escape, it may be against you..."

He was not the only one who was worried, and the words of the imperial court officials rang out in a hurry.

"Alone?" Consultant Sodor looked at the Bearer Sword that had been confiscated by the royal guards long ago: "But Your Majesty, at least let Adrian be present to protect..."

"Well, if we want to interrogate, we can find a cell, the kind with a fence..." This is Manager Qiu Ke who is still in fear.

"What about the people in the secret department? Let them handle it..."

"No, don't reveal half of what happened today..."

boom!

There was a muffled sound, but King Kessel punched him hard on the table!

The teacups on the table were rattled and everyone was shocked.

All the ministers and guards reacted, bowed their heads in silence, and nervously waited for the king's admonition.

The room was suddenly silent.

But the Iron Fist King said nothing.

He just lowered his eyes coldly, maintaining his usual taciturnity, calm and steady, like a hunter patiently waiting for his prey.

Ten full seconds.

During this period, everyone lowered their eyebrows and looked down, and did not dare to take a breath.

Thales was still firmly on the table.

Panting, he waited for the oppressive silence.

Finally, Lord Adrian, who was closest to the king, sighed and took a step forward: "Your Majesty has made a decision."

"Royal guards, everyone, get out of the room immediately!"

The guards who were waiting in full battle looked at each other when they heard such an order.

"Sir!" Mariko looked up anxiously: "We can't take risks..."

"The Imperial Guard!"

Captain Adrian's expression changed, and he shouted loudly:

"Why are you swinging your sword?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the royal guards, including Mariko, were shocked.

The king said nothing, and watched the scene coldly.

Marico glanced at Thales who was being held by him, and swallowed hard:

"This sword is only wielded by the emperor."

"No other use."

Adrian nodded expressionlessly and said nothing.

Seeing this situation, the officials whispered to each other, but the guards looked solemn.

The next moment, Thales felt his arm loosen, and the pain, restraint and weight on his body all disappeared.

"By His Majesty's order, His Majesty Thales," Mariko Vanguard took a step back, staring vigilantly at the young man crouching on the table, gritted his teeth but was courteous:

"Please get up!"

Thales groaned and propped himself up from the table in pain.

Grass.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, kicked a chair away panting, and sat down heavily.

Seeing that Thales was out of trouble, the expressions of the officials changed slightly, and the guards also subconsciously put their hands on their weapons, but under Adrian's stern eyes, no one dared to make mistakes.

With a cold face, Marico bowed in the direction of the king and the commander, turned around and arranged for the royal guards to exit the room in an orderly manner.

"My lords, the kitchen has prepared dinner," Lord Adrian said again, attracting the attention of the royal courtiers:

"please?"

The captain of the guard raised his hand towards the door, his face was full of spring breeze, respectful and polite.

Like it's just an ordinary court meal.

From Gilbert to Suduo, from Qiao Ke to Connie, several ministers looked at me and I looked at you, or they were embarrassed, or puzzled, or worried, but they didn't move.

King Kessel's eyes gradually turned cold.

"Just right, I've been hungry for a long time! Eat and eat!"

Duke Cullen's cheerful voice sounded in time, breaking the tension and embarrassment.

The Prime Minister stood up excitedly and arched his stomach. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back into the naive and potbellied Duke again.

"Although the dishes in the Fuxing Palace are notoriously shabby and rigid, they remain the same..."

When he was about to walk to the door, Prime Minister Cullen paused, turned his head and gave Thales a deep look:

"But I thought, maybe there's a surprise in this meal?"

There are voices outside the words, but no one dares to answer.

Only Iron Fist King snorted coldly.

The Prime Minister smiled, squeezed through the defense line of the guards, and disappeared outside the door.

Qiu Ke, who had been fidgeting for a long time, looked around, shrugged with an awkward smile, and quickly followed the Prime Minister's pace.

Seeing that Qiu Ke and Cullen set precedents, and the king was determined, although the other ministers had doubts and worries, they did not delay, and they filed out one by one.

"Your Majesty, if there is any need, anything," Sodo said with a serious expression before leaving:

"I'm right next door, waiting to be called."

King Kessel seemed to have just come to life, and nodded subtly to the military advisor.

"Don't worry, Master Sodor." Thales tapped the arm of the chair lightly, looking wearily at King Kessel on the other side: "I will take good care of him for you."

"It will be a frank, honest, cordial and friendly conversation."

The boy narrowed his eyes.

"Father, and son."

Kings, and princes.

Canxing, to Canxing.

Thales snorted lightly:

"Is not it?"

King Kessel didn't respond, only his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Su Duo frowned and turned around decisively.

Gilbert was the last minister to leave. He looked hesitant and hesitated again and again, but he still couldn't help turning his head:

"Your Majesty, even if it's difficult to solve, please still read it in blood, read it in your highness, you are still young..."

King Kessel's gaze turned like a sword's edge, and fell on the foreign minister.

Gilbert paused.

But Thales' voice sounded from the side again:

"Thank you, Gilbert."

With his back turned to Gilbert, Thales smiled but said, "But according to the standards of the Empire era, I'm already an adult."

Gilbert was taken aback.

Thales turned his head and showed him a bright smile:

"I can already fight with a sword, marry a wife and have children."

King Kessel remained motionless, but Gilbert looked complicated,

The foreign minister sighed, said nothing more, and staggered away with his colleagues.

Seeing that the big shots had left, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Marico led the last few royal guards, while watching Thales, while leaving the Ballard room backwards.

"Be careful, Vanguard Officer."

Thales suddenly made a sound, causing Marico, who was holding the weight bearer, to stop.

"That sword is the heirloom of the Karabyan family," the prince turned his head:

"It's heavy."

Mariko took a deep breath.

But before he could reply, Adrian had already spoken.

"Although the sword is heavy," the captain of the general guard stepped forward and tidied up the messy clothes for Thales. He did not forget to tear off the clothes and bandage the scratch on Thales' shoulder and neck:

"But it is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."

Looking at Adrian who was bandaging his wound, Thales' tone became much better:

"Thank you, Lord Adrian, for my apology to the guard brothers at the palace gate..."

"They don't need an apology."

Adrian interrupted the prince, his attitude was still gentle, but his eyes were different:

"Waiting for them will be the review by the flag officer, the sentencing by the penalty officer, and the record of dereliction of duty that accompanies their life history."

Thales froze when he heard that.

His tone sank:

"I am sorry."

Lord Adrian smiled slightly, took care of the prince's wound, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I have already said, Your Highness," the chief of the guard nodded slightly:

"It is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."

Mariko behind him snorted angrily, leaned heavily on the bearer to the ground, and turned to leave.

As Adrian was the last to leave, the door to Ballard's room slammed shut.

Only the king and the prince were left, facing each other on both sides of the discussion table, against the backdrop of the lights and the setting sun.

The Ballard room is not big, and it seemed crowded and lively during the pre-imperial meeting.

But at this time there were only two people left, but there was a creepy desolation.

"Let's talk," King Kessel didn't waste any time. His cold words sounded from the other end of the discussion table, as if separated by mountains and seas:

"How do you 'born for the stars'."

Thales didn't answer right away.

He first touched the corners of his mouth that was gradually red and swollen, slandered Marico's old fist, and patted the seat under his buttocks, feeling emotional.

He finally sat down.

After all, he took this seat with all his might.

Not that Gilbert let it out for him.

But now, his battle is just about to begin.

【If you want to fight, you should be fully armed. 】

Thinking of this, Thales raised his head and showed the most sincere smile to his opponent.

"Oh, I thought you didn't understand..."

The second prince picked up a teacup on the table, regardless of who used it, and drank the remaining tea in one gulp:

"Or simply understand and pretend not to know."

"Bright star?"

Hearing this surname, King Kessel moved slightly.

Thales finished drinking the tea, and threw the precious teacup back:

Clap!

The king looked at the prince's rude and undisguised actions, his eyes were slightly cold.

Seeing his father's eyes, Thales wiped off the tea stains from his lips, and snorted and laughed.

Well, for this teacup, Baron Quentin will definitely criticize him eccentrically again.

But... what the heck.

"I said, why don't you quit too?"

Thales suddenly turned his head and looked into the surrounding void:

"Yordle?"

Hearing this name, King Kessel narrowed his eyes.

But Ballard's room was silent, and there was no response except for the flickering fire.

On the contrary, King Kessel snorted coldly and looked at his son intriguingly.

Thales couldn't wait for an answer, so he scratched his forehead and laughed at himself:

"I... thought he was there."

King Kessel snorted mercilessly.

"Following the tradition of the stars, if a member of the royal family makes a mistake."

The Iron Fist King's eyes were like blades, and he was firmly nailed to the seat:

"Their punishment will be personally carried out by the chief punishment officer of the royal guard - from whipping to hanging."

penal officer.

Do it yourself.

Recalling the scene where Mallos whipped Glover and D.D, Thales remained silent.

"As a result, this position tends to favor candidates who are disciplined, unselfish and unafraid of power."

King Kessel didn't mean to wait for Thales' answer, and there was a threat in his eyes:

"From today's point of view, Mariko, the second vanguard officer, is a good candidate."

marico.

Candidate for prison officer.

Thales recalled Marico's expression of glaring at him before he left, feeling the pain in his jaw and lower abdomen, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had a headache and said: "Yeah, Mariko Vanguard is pretty good, and Cohen and Glover can't take him down together—of course, these two big guys have no cooperation at all, and they are in the way of each other..."

"It doesn't matter what you say next."

King Kessel interrupted him coldly:

"Your folly tonight has made the scene extremely ugly: the worst has already been done."

"Irreversible."

King Kessel's gaze swept across like a sword's edge:

"Same goes for punishment."

"Including you, and all the people who follow you to be stupid."

punish.

he.

as well as

people who follow him.

Wyatt, Rolf, Cohen, Glover, D.D... Thinking of these people who followed him into the Renaissance Palace in a daze, Thales frowned.

Just like six years ago, they followed him into the Palace of Heroes, didn't they?

The boy let out a breath and leaned back in the chair.

"Well, I admit that now it seems that the action is a bit hasty, hasty, and risky."

Thales shrugged, accidentally affecting the injury, and couldn't help grinning again:

"I...pay attention next time?"

But it's a pity that his father still had a cold expression on his face, and he had no intention of cheering on his joke at all.

"It seems that you didn't learn anything in the secret department."

"Still impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame."

King Kessel used four adjectives to complete the sentence.

Thales pursed his lips and nodded politely.

Impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame.

"And do you know how many important events you have delayed on this occasion and at this time?"

"I know."

Thales replied very quickly.

"But I also know," he calmed down, returned to his battlefield, and looked up to the king: "As we speak, there are still people in the kingdom who are waiting bitterly, some are anxious, and some are dying in despair. "

Thales' expression became serious:

"There are many more people who don't know what kind of fate is waiting in front of them."

He met his father's gaze:

"So I have to come."

"Must come?"

Iron Fist King sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes:

"I don't wear a crown, but a head."

The king's voice turned cold:

"Why, do you want to come and get it?"

The setting sun just fell outside the window, and the figure of King Kessel V was dark and blurred in the scarlet backlight.

Thales smiled.

Without a crown.

But with a head.

After King Nun died, the blood-stained crown of dragon scales flashed before his eyes.

In the next moment, the sin of Hell River surged through his veins.

The prince's face turned cold, his figure flickered, and he rushed towards the king!

Swish!

Between the friction between the chair and the ground, Thales had a determined expression, leaned forward from his seat, and stretched out his palm to King Kessel who was opposite him!

The Iron Fist King remained motionless, without any surprise, but looked indifferently at Thales who was getting closer.

Snapped!

With a muffled sound, the Ballard room returned to calm.

The setting sun and the flames reflected Thales' figure bright red and bloody.

But his palm rested on the top of the discussion table, but it was firmly restrained, and he could not advance an inch.

It was only a few feet away from King Kessel.

The lights swayed for a while, driving the light and shadow to vibrate, feeling the belated wind.

"I said, you really are here."

Thales had no expression on his face, and he didn't even look at the mysterious figure that appeared in front of him:

"Yordle."

Yodel Gato, the masked guard he was familiar with, was kneeling on one knee on the conference table, clasping Thales' wrist firmly, and tightly protecting the king behind him.

Jodl didn't answer.

His mask was heavy and rigid.

His gloves were as cold as ice.

His movements are steady as usual.

Thales looked at where his palm was pointing, and sighed:

"It's a pity, it's almost there."

The masked guard lowered his head slightly: on the table in front of the king, under Thales' fingers, lay a crumpled letter quietly.

On the cover, the fleur-de-lis sealant is beautiful and delicate.

Jodle was taken aback for a moment.

He raised his head, and the deep hole in the purple mask met Thales' eyes.

"Let him go." The king's voice sounded coldly.

Thales curled his mouth, he looked at the masked guards, and raised his eyebrows:

"I think he's talking about you?"

Jodl was silent for a moment.

In the next second, the air in front of Thales' eyes rippled and stirred up ripples.

Yoddle's figure blurred.

Facing this familiar scene, Thales just stared at the mask firmly, as if he could stare through it and pierce another pair of eyes behind it.

Soon, Thales felt his wrist loosen.

The ripples completely disappeared.

Feeling the pain remaining on his wrist, Thales sighed, driving out a trace of melancholy from his heart.

Now that he has made a decision, he has no spare time to remember the past.

The boy reached out to grab the letter, returned it from the discussion table, and sat back in his seat.

"So, this is the letter that 'Butthead' was talking about."

Butt head.

King Kessel frowned.

Thales explained absently while reading the letter:

"Oh, you know, there is a group in the secret department called 'Prince's Butt'... Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Seeing that the Iron Fist King didn't care, Thales shrugged, and hastily scanned the elegant and calm text on the letter to extract the main points.

"Tsk tsk, pay taxes and support the standing army budget?"

Thales put down the letter paper, his eyes were clean:

"Congratulations. Lord Soduo must be very happy, and Lord Qiu Ke is also very satisfied. Your wish to expand the standing army has been fulfilled. Everyone is happy?"

King Kessel was silent for a while.

"You don't hesitate to break the ban and break into the palace," the king said quietly after a few seconds:

"Words of treason, acts of co-conspiracy for rebellion, just to say this?"

Thales laughed, and his laughter was so loud that it resounded through the Ballard room.

But the king still looked indifferent, just looked at him indifferently.

Tills smiled and said solemnly:

"So, what about the pit?"

The Iron Fist King narrowed his eyes.

His outline became brighter and clearer under the light, no longer a blurred shadow in the backlight.

"Where is the pit?"

Thales took a deep breath, leaned forward on the table, and raised the letter in his hand.

"Let me tell you, this "Petition" is both flattering and self-defensive. It not only wants to pay taxes, but also abolishes military service. It even doesn't hesitate to tarnish your reputation. It also wants to make a public appeal for you, so that the nobles of the whole country can follow suit... ..."

"besides……"

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Jane Kevin Dill, how many pits have you left?"

At that moment, King Kessel's pupils flickered slightly.

"How many pitfalls? How many problems? How many obstacles? How many good words?"

"How many times did he smile with sinister intentions, but you gritted your teeth and used his helpless tricks?"

King Kessel didn't answer, but the atmosphere around him became more and more icy.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Thales sneered and shook his head, instead of pressing, he just leaned back in his chair.

"I know that since he hired a vampire to assassinate me six years ago and had to pay you a few bit crystal mines, you have a good relationship with him, and the monarch and his ministers get along well, and you cooperate from time to time."

Or... deal?

"But believe me, father, Jen and I have known each other for a long time."

Thales stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes getting colder:

"It is better to die because of friends than to die because of enemies."

"Enemies know each other better than allies."

The king looked at him carefully and was silent for a few seconds before he snorted.

"Interesting, do you know about the Emerald City?"

Thales raised his gaze and shook his head decisively:

"No, I don't know anything."

King Kessel frowned.

"But I know that Jann is definitely not a lamb to be slaughtered."

The image of Zhan En appeared in front of his eyes, and Thales was in a daze:

"He claims to be lofty but good at calculating. He never trades at a loss. He looks like a dog in front of everyone, but he will take revenge behind his back. He is a delicate and difficult self-interested bastard."

Thales came back to his senses and looked at the king seriously:

"He won't treat you like an ox and a horse, and devote himself wholeheartedly to you just because of a weapon that was 'accidentally lost' at the banquet, or because of such a trivial matter as murdering Prince Star Star."

The boy's voice fell, but King Kessel's expression remained unchanged, as indifferent as before.

It seemed that he didn't hear his sarcasm.

"that's all?"

The king said indifferently: "Nothing else?"

Thales smiled.

He observed King Kessel's reaction, and found that he was the same as before, unable to feel the other party's subtle changes in expression and movements. Even with the senses of hell, he could only see an iron wall and a cloud of fog.

But so what.

"Of course, you know this very well, and you also know him, understand him," Thales said affirmatively:

"You already knew."

"Although I foresee all kinds of disadvantages, I know that Zhan En is difficult to deal with, and I know that he will not follow your wishes..."

The prince is categorical:

"But you still chose him."

"You still take the opportunity to blackmail him, blackmail the emerald city and the South Coast leader, and threaten him to solve the budget gap for the expansion of your standing army."

Thales stared at King Kessel, and suddenly had a realization.

Nunn, Charmain, disaster... or the current Kessel.

Meet the enemy, detect the enemy, and control the enemy.

But another battle.

King Kessel looked at him, and after a long, long time, he sneered faintly.

"You're wasting my time..."

"Why?"

Thales spoke suddenly and interrupted the king.

"Why does it have to be South Bank?"

Thales leaned forward slowly, pushed the iris letter paper to the other party, and said softly:

"Why, does it have to be Zhan En, to provide you with a budget for military expansion? To make an appeal for you to reduce the conscripts? To open the way for you to reform the military system? To pull the chariot of the kingdom for you?"

The king's eyes moved.

"snort."

King Kessel sneered and said:

"Because he hit the door just right, because he was stupid enough to reach out to the Fuxing Palace."

Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"No."

He gently opened his eyes.

"The reason why it is South Bank is because of Zhan En."

"Because you have no choice."

Thales stared fixedly at the Iron Fist King.

"And the reason why you have no choice..."

But Thales couldn't finish speaking.

"Before your people suffer with you."

King Kessel showed a look of boredom, and gradually lost his patience:

"Don't you have any other nonsense to say..."

There was a bang, but Thales stood up, gritted his teeth, and pounded the table heavily:

boom!

"Because of Xihuang!"

Thales roared and interrupted the king's words.

At that moment, the crime of Hell River rolled in, helping Thales to roar loudly, and the sound shook the Ballard room:

"Western Wilderness!"

The prince's voice fell, and the sound was so loud that the candle flame flickered, and the light and shadow trembled.

Western wilderness.

Hearing this place name, King Kessel's sharp eyes froze in the air.

"His Majesty?"

Anxious knocking and inquiries came from outside the door:

"Your Majesty? What happened? Please answer me!"

But at this moment, the two people in the room, whether it was Thales or King Kessel, had no time to pay attention to the voice outside the door.

Their eyes met in the air, like two sword blades intertwined, and sparks flew from the friction.

"Because your first choice, the best choice, the horse that you have booked to pull the chariot for you," Thales said every word amidst the rapid knock on the door, exhausting all his strength, abruptly Bite out this sentence:

"It should be Xihuang."

"Not South Bank."

At that moment, his eyes turned into the sharpest sharp blades, piercing Kessel's eyes.

With a bang, the door burst open!

A team of royal guards headed by the second vanguard Mariko rushed in:

"I knew there would be an accident! Protect His Majesty, take down the traitor—"

However, in the next second, King Kessel on the throne suddenly turned his head and roared angrily:

"Get out!"

Mariko's words stopped abruptly.

He looked at the intact King Kessel, who was full of anger, and was at a loss:

"Your Majesty, I, I thought..."

But the Iron Fist King no longer paid attention to Mariko, he just frowned and stared at Thales.

But Thales laughed.

"Father," the prince took a deep breath, becoming more certain of his guess, and couldn't help but smile:

"Why are you angry?"

King Kessel restrained his anger, his breathing gradually became steady, but his eyes became colder and colder.

"Stand back, Mariko Pioneer Officer." Thales sat back in his original position, and still had time to reach out and straighten his collar.

At this moment, although his face was covered with dust, he looked surprisingly elegant and upright, calm and composed:

"We are all decent people, not northern barbarians who kill brothers and seize the throne, kill kings and rebel at the slightest disagreement."

Mariko gritted his teeth, furious.

"By the way, Your Excellency Vanguard..."

Thales had a bright and gentle smile. He put his right thumb and index finger at right angles, and made a playful gesture towards Mariko:

"Your Majesty is very fond of you."

Maricor was taken aback for a moment.

Captain Adrian's hand stretched out from behind, pressed on his shoulder, and pulled him away without any objection.

It was only then that the conscientious Mariko realized that the conversations between the stars could not be understood with common sense.

The door closed again.

It was only then that Thales noticed that at some point, the sunset outside the window had completely disappeared.

Leave only the coldness of the night.

"Why?"

The king's voice sounded coldly.

Although there was only one question word, just like before, Thales knew what he was going to ask.

"A few months ago, when I was still in the secret department headquarters in Dragon Clouds City, struggling with how to escape back to the kingdom, Putilei told me that behind the rescue plan was the day and night hard work of countless people in Xingchen. "

Thales' thoughts flew back to Dragon Clouds City, and he said quietly:

"So I asked him."

"Is it worth it?"

"Putilai," King Kessel said the name, with a look in his eyes:

"Puttilai Nyman, did he tell you?"

But Thales ignored him.

He just immerses himself in his past in a trance:

"In the entire Kingdom of Stars, troops were mobilized from top to bottom. Thousands of soldiers went deep into the desert, and countless officials went forward. You even handed over the Saber camp directly under the royal family, loosening the western front that has been in control for many years."

"Such a big battle and sacrifice is just to welcome back an insignificant hostage prince who has been in a foreign country for six years."

Thales sighed, returned to the present moment, and looked directly at the Iron Fist King: "Is it worth it?"

"Good question."

King Kessel V stared at Thales indifferently and disdainfully:

"But there's a bad answer."

bad answer.

Thales chuckled, looked at the ceiling, and shook his head mockingly:

"Of course not worth it."

King Kessel did not speak, and his outline was erratic under the illumination of the unextinguished lamp.

Thales raised the letter paper in his hand

"In six years, from vampire to banquet, I was murdered twice by Kevin Dill."

At that moment, there were complex emotions in his eyes.

"One after the other, you didn't forget to ask Iris for compensation, and you made a lot of money."

"A penny is like you, a penny is like you, a penny is like you, a shrewd calculation is like you, father."

"How can you be willing to use the power of the whole country, spend countless funds, and lose a major military base, just to make a loss-making business in exchange for an impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame..." Taylor paused, and sarcastically spit out the last that word:

"son?"

Hearing the other party retaliate against him with his own words, Kessel snorted indifferently:

"Why, did you come to cry to me?"

"son."

Thales snorted lightly, laughing at himself.

"No, in fact, when I was in Xihuang, I vaguely knew that you must have other purposes for sending troops here."

Thales' thoughts went back to the distant Ghost Prince Tower:

"After a night of chaos in the Saber Camp, and seeing the rebelliousness of the Legendary Wing, I thought you wanted to take advantage of my return to China and beat those who dared to use me as a bargaining chip to demand the Saber Camp and the Western Front. The princes of the Western Wilderness who bargained with you."

"To demonstrate the authority of the king and attack local forces."

The next moment, Thales' smile disappeared.

"But I'm still too naive, too immature."

The young man stared at the king:

"Until today, until this imperial meeting."

"Until this letter."

The fire was dim, and King Kessel V said nothing.

But the way he looked at Thales gradually changed.

"A few months ago, father, the reason why you assembled an unprecedented royal standing army and entered the Western Wilderness to join forces with the local princes."

Thales' eyes dimmed:

"It's not for the so-called deterrence of the Northland and welcoming the prince back, and it's not for the so-called recapture of the Saber Camp and beating the princes of the Western Wilderness."

"It's for a higher, bigger, and more shocking goal that can affect the future of the kingdom and the world."

At that moment, King Kessel's gaze became sharper than ever before.

"Yes, I underestimated you."

Thales took a deep breath, looked serious, and called his name:

"Kessel Bright Star."

"I even forgot that you are not a businessman in the market, but the king of a country. What you think and want is not in a piece of equipment, or even in a city or a place."

The lights flickered, and the light and shadow shook.

The Iron Fist King watched his son from afar, but stared at his prey like a falcon.

Thales frowned, feeling unprecedented heaviness and pressure:

"The description of you shouldn't be about haggling over pennies and bucks, splitting everything, and calculating shrewdly, but—"

Thales gritted his teeth and looked at the Iron Fist King in front of him, just like looking at the most terrifying enemy in this world:

"I'm determined to go my own way."

"Greed knows no bounds."

"Knock the bone and suck the marrow."

Kessel said nothing.

Thales stared fixedly at his father, just as his father's gaze was firmly enveloping him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Now, Yoddle."

Just when Thales thought he couldn't bear the king's gaze, King Kessel V's voice sounded emotionlessly and spread into the void:

"You can back down now."

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