Kingdom’s Bloodline

The sun was setting.

Although the banquet had not yet started, the early arrival of the two dukes made the atmosphere in the banquet hall lively.

Outside the hall, the logistics officer Shi Tuo and the chief manager of the Mindis hall were fighting to check the carriages and gifts against the list, arguing back and forth with the driver and waiter who spoke with various accents.

In the hall, the servants who came with the guests kept coming and going, and from time to time they quarreled with the servants in the hall because of the needs of the master and their demands.

Gilbert had to arrange for clowns, dancers, and minstrels to enter in advance, play music, and serve wine and food to repay (distract) the enthusiasm (attention) of the guests. People who were unable to enter also rushed to the scene, wanting to try their luck on this special day.

Mallos skillfully and professionally coordinates, arranges seats, manages servants, discusses on-site matters with the manager sent by the Fuxing Palace, and handles emergencies (for example, a lower-level nobleman brings six daughters who are not on the list, Another example is Jorge, who splashed his saliva and excitedly chatted with everyone, "Do you know the famous Polaris?" from the foreign guests seat to the honoring the elderly seat).

Thales could only complain secretly. Although, as the nominal owner of Mindis Hall, he should sit in the main seat in the hall and wait for all the guests, but he is as honorable as a king and wants to attend today's banquet, and the second prince sits calmly. It's inappropriate, and secondly, Thales has not returned to China with a special status, so he urgently needs to establish a good first impression.

So after the Canxing Seven Attendants and the two dukes, Thales had to continue dragging a large group of attendants and guards, according to Mallos' arrangement and Gilbert's instructions ("Your Highness, come here quickly, Your Highness, go quickly There, where did His Highness go..."—Tales's private complaint), going back and forth in the Mindis Hall, welcoming designated important guests, appeasing guests who were dissatisfied with their seats, and expressing respect for those on the road (whether sincere or not) Greetings are greeted with (certainly hypocritical) smiles and salutes in return for royal dignity, showing the "hospitality and graciousness" of the new Duke of Stars and Lakes.

"Your Highness, your complexion is really good, and you look very healthy."

With white hair and a potbellied body, Duke Bob Cullen of the Eastern Sea Territory greeted Thales with a red face, supported by two attendants.

Thales coughed:

"Welcome, Prime Minister, I'm glad to see you in good health."

Duke Cullen lived in Yongxing City for three seasons throughout the year to recuperate from his illness. However, when I saw him today, he was still rich and naive, and he was still the good-natured tumbler of the kingdom in my impression.

No,

Not quite.

Thales glanced down.

At least, his stomach is more distended.

"That's right. As soon as I learned that you escaped from the den of those northern barbarians, my illness immediately improved."

The guardian of the Eastern Sea Territory looked at the portraits of the Three Star Kings and said with a smile:

"God bless the stars, I miss this mansion so much - when it was still open, I used to visit here often, but I didn't know how to cherish it, but now that I'm old and have no chance, I feel nostalgic."

Thales smiled, pretending not to understand the Duke's implication, and stretched out his hand to signal that he would accompany him to the banquet hall with due courtesy.

"You will definitely like my gift. I brought you a lot of pearls from the coast of Huigang, as well as spices, tea and cloth from Donglu. They are all kinds of good things. They are definitely better than those from the South Bank. You know , going east, the ocean currents and trade winds are on our side..."

Compared with Zhan En's insincere words and Korsted's stern words, Duke Cullen's chatter is probably unique in the kingdom, but they are all correct and good-natured nonsense, and you have nothing to refute and interrupt.

In the past, Thales might have regarded it as a routine business and gave it away as a gift.

but now……

Thales sighed, and had to forcibly insert the Fat Duke's kind and gentle self-talk.

"Just now, Jorge from Elk City was an official and wanted to introduce his lord's three daughters to me."

Duke Cullen's footsteps paused slightly, and the family emblem of Sun Sword and Shield on his body trembled slightly.

"daughter?"

He supported the string of inlaid jewels around his waist, but he was overwhelmed, seeing the precious belt that was about to be broken by his stomach.

"Three?"

Duke Cullen paused, looked Thales carefully from head to toe, and sighed deeply:

"It's nice to be young..."

Thales smiled awkwardly.

But the old Duke continued, his tone full of nostalgia:

"Think about how I once had three in one night..."

"The prostitute of the brothel—cough cough, I mean, the hostess of the Laiya club wanted to add another one for the sake of status and tips, but I sternly refused, after all, the setting sun has taught us, as nobles, You have to lead by example, keep yourselves clean, abstain from sexual desires and self-denial..."

The old fat man's ability to interrupt crooked buildings is probably also the best of the stars.

"Of course, when it comes to this, I'm still not as good as your father. It is said that he once fought 30 people in one night on Hongfang Street..."

Thales' face darkened as he listened.

He hastily interrupted:

"No, Elk City doesn't mean that, let alone three at a time, but one..."

The Duke of Donghai still looked at him with a smile.

The prince sighed, and gave up his efforts to paint darker and darker:

"About this news, about the marriage proposal in Elk City, do you have anything else to say?"

Cullen froze for a moment, seeming to be thinking seriously.

A second later, he suddenly realized.

"oh!"

"I'm so sorry, my daughters have been married and had children a long time ago, and some of them have become grandmas."

The Prime Minister is full of pity:

"As for the granddaughters, well, when I go back, I'll make a count... Well, I still need to spend some time on portraits, preferably full-body portraits, and I'll give you a list later... No matter which one you like, or which ones... ..."

Thales closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, the prince unceremoniously interrupted the Duke:

"The coastline of Exeter is not short, and the sea border is even more bordering on us."

"Including Elk City."

Duke Cullen stopped advancing.

He patted the squire on the shoulder, who bowed back deftly.

Thales felt relieved.

There is drama.

"Whether it is the Reconstruction Tower or the Glacier Sea, the former is limited by the Mountains of Sighs, while the latter suffers from the frozen coast, and both lack good ports."

"Only the Gadro family in Elk City, they hold the only dual port of Elk in their hands, which not only connects inland transportation but also owns hinterland towns, which is enough to support the long-distance fleet..."

Thales slowly stated his key points:

"Eligible and capable, set sail to end the sea, and our stars..."

Thales turned his eyes, and the conversation suddenly changed:

"To be precise, it is to share the huge profits of the eastern route with the seven ports in the East China Sea under your command."

The Duke of Donghai straightened his waist steadily, with a pleasant smile:

"You did well in your geography class?"

The Duke of Star Lake took a deep breath:

"Over the past century, due to the unprecedented strength of Dragon Clouds City, Elk City has been restrained everywhere: they not only long for the support of the Palace of Heroes, but also fear the majesty of the king. They have always kept a low profile in Exeter and kept a low profile."

Cullen shook his head:

"Growing up in the Northland is also beneficial?"

Thales frowned.

play dumb.

But he has no choice.

He must make the most of today's meeting.

The prince chose to go straight to the point:

"However, today, Grand Duke Gadero took the initiative to send someone to visit Eternal Star City to attend my banquet."

Cullen chuckled:

"Come to propose marriage to you as a sign of friendship?"

Thales shook his head.

"They came here, including the child's play proposal, mostly as a gesture to find out the direction of the wind."

The Duke of Xinghu's eyes flashed:

"For sale."

The Duke of Donghai paused for a few seconds.

When the owner of Sun Sword and Shield spoke again, the turbidity and glibness in his tone had been replaced by vigilance and shrewdness.

"For sale... at whose price?"

Thales took a deep breath and chose the most appropriate wording:

"Your Excellency, you have ruled the East China Sea and operated Glorious Bay for nearly half a century."

"I believe you know the answer better than anyone."

"I believe that you understand better than anyone what Elk City's actions today mean and what are the benefits."

The Duke of Star Lake looked straight at Cullen.

The fat old prince was silent, his shrewd eyes were full of emotions.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth:

"When King Nuen passed away, I didn't see them in such a hurry..."

However, the next moment, Duke Cullen narrowed his eyes with a sly face:

"So, Dragon Clouds City, which has been supplying them with reseller goods and backing up their maritime plundering..."

"What's wrong?"

Thales sighed inwardly.

Damn old fox.

Thales had no choice but to show him the answer blankly:

"The Liberty League won."

"Rumba...maybe winning too."

Duke Cullen's belly puffed up, and he made an "aha" expression.

Thales observed the other party's expression, and said what he got:

"Without the strong support of the Palace of Heroes, Elk City has returned to the prototype of the Yankees: there is no way to trade goods, and there is no basis for looting."

"More importantly: they have no king behind them, and no bottom in their hearts."

"Since the land road is blocked, the sails will sink."

Cullen frowned deeply.

Before the death of King Nuen, Longxiao City used its wide and tight wrists, sometimes generous and sometimes strict, letting go of benefits to accumulate power, and restricting benefits to increase power, so that the self-righteous Elk City, which relies on the sea border passage, was tidied up. rash.

And the latter's rule of the Walton family is also full of contradictions: he is greedy for the strong support of the king's central government, but also worried about the independent status of his northern port.

("Hmph, wanting to beg for food with a shy face, but not bothering to reach out for the bowl, how can there be such a good thing in the world! That goatee has no confidence and is not reconciled, so he is only worthy of picking 'King of Dragon Cloud City' in the letter Words such as sarcasm and sarcasm, but your grandfather just laughed after reading it, and then opened more supplies for the guilty Elk City, and resold more goods.” ——The Regent of Lisbane once explained to the Grand Duchess During the history of the Northland, words that blurted out)

But now, with the strong support behind them, not only have they no longer had a king, they are even on the verge of collapse.

Thales is categorical:

"Elk City's business at sea will definitely be affected."

Duke Cullen did not speak.

But Thales took a step closer, smelling the exotic spices on the Duke:

"So, you don't have to be merciful. When Grand Duke Gadro is struggling with domestic politics and is hesitant..."

Thales' heart sank, silently recalling his intentions.

When they were hesitating whether to abandon Dragon Clouds City and switch to King Charman...

When they were waiting for Xingchen's reaction to express their position, and for Heisha leader to make an offer to win them over...

The second prince said decisively:

"Attack proactively, pre-empt strikes, take away the maritime interests we have lost due to the loss of our country since the Bloody Year, and take away the profits of the business routes that were divided by the Northlander fleet..."

"All... take it back."

Duke Cullen blinked his small eyes with a kind and ignorant expression on his face.

"Prove to the gang with holes in their foreheads, to the gang of Yankees who think they can paddle and sail: who should be the boss who ends the sea."

Thales looked firmly.

He did not know how much effect his words had today.

But if you wait and see even a mercenary attitude from the East China Sea Territory, then Elk City will soon understand:

The distant water does not quench the near thirst, and the future is not as good as the present.

Even if the dragon gun is worn out and the heroic spirit is dim...

But King Nuen and Dragon Clouds City can give them help and support, no matter how many Charman Kings and Heisha leaders...

They can't be exchanged.

"I believe this is very much in the interests of the East China Sea Territory."

Thinking of this, Thales looked solemnly at the Duke of Donghai, and returned the words of greeting to him:

"The opportunity has come, God bless the stars."

The voice fell.

The Duke of Donghai stared blankly at the Duke of Xinghu.

Slightly surprised.

It's like meeting Thales for the first time.

After a long while, the old prince gently pressed his waist:

"Tsk tsk, take advantage of his illness and kill him..."

"You really hate the Northlanders, don't you?"

Hate the Northlanders.

Thales hesitated slightly.

He slows down.

Thales recalled the faces of the past: first, King Nun who laughed and lured him into the trap, and then King Charman who toasted him coldly.

In the Palace of Heroes, there are several princes who have their own ghosts and prominent positions.

And the one who severely injured his limbs, was dying several times, and even left him with permanent disabilities—the Meteorite.

Thinking of this, Thales turned his somewhat clogged left wrist.

Fortunately, he eats with his right hand.

"Hmph, you know, these six years..."

Thales, who was in a bad mood, ground his teeth subconsciously:

"I really hate those... big guys from the north who like to bully children."

The Duke of Donghai was silent for a while.

For some reason, Cullen looked at him with a strange expression.

The Duke also subconsciously glanced at Thales' ass.

After being discovered by Thales frowning, Cullen coughed a few times in embarrassment, and looked away:

"Understandable, but..."

"Perhaps you should tell His Majesty about this?"

"After all, the East China Sea Territory is the Throat of Stars, which concerns the entire kingdom."

Thales was in a heavy mood.

He took a deep breath and chuckled:

"Yes, I should."

Thales looked at the innocent Duke of Donghai:

"But I'm just his son."

He said seriously:

"And you are his prime minister."

"And the lord of Huigang City, and the lord of the entire Eastern Sea Territory."

Duke Cullen was silent for a long time before replying.

But this time, he is no longer that gag, it has nothing to do with his attitude:

"Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention."

But the Duke of Donghai turned his gaze:

"But why? Why are you saying this?"

for……

To serve the kingdom?

Thales put away this lame reason and sighed inwardly.

"In return."

The slender figure who stood up when the crowd was raging and desperately protected the Star Prince flashed before Thales' eyes.

He pulled his thoughts back to the present, and smiled leisurely at Duke Donghai:

"Thanks to your awakening at the National Political Conference and resolutely voting for me, we are where we are today."

"This is my reward."

Duke Cullen pursed his lips.

I suddenly realized that what I said was...

"Be careful, Your Highness."

He still looked at Thales with a smile, patted the latter on the shoulder, like looking at his beloved nephew, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Mindis Hall is not like the Fuxing Palace. The carpet here is very new. Every step you take..."

"It's all very slippery."

Thales was silent for a while.

He thought of the little slippery boy whose whereabouts were unknown and whose life and death were unknown.

But the next moment, what appeared in front of his eyes was Mrs. Eleanor who still stubbornly walked into the Mindis Hall with her stupid son and strange eyes.

Little iron spikes.

"But that's our family tradition, isn't it?"

Thales came back to his senses and said softly:

"Don't say the carpet is just slippery..."

He looked up.

"Even if there are thousands of iron thorns hidden under it..."

Thales smiled:

"I also have to keep my expression on..."

"Walk leisurely."

As soon as these words came out, Duke Donghai's eyes lit up.

Duke Cullen laughed, raised his hand to let the attendant come forward, but waved his hand and refused Thales's company.

"As for their marriage proposal, Your Highness, you must remember that even if it is in the north..."

Duke Cullen walked away without paying attention:

"Female sex still hurts the body."

Hearing what the other party meant, Thales' heart sank.

Little cunning.

He watched the back of Duke Cullen going away, silently lost in thought.

Now……

things i can do for you...

That's all there is to it.

"Wow, so the northerner said he was serious about introducing the Grand Duke's daughter to you?"

Doyle came up and put a cape on Thales.

Tels put on his cloak, absent-mindedly, humming.

D.D pouted:

"Your Highness, you know, there is a saying among Canxing's Seven Attendants: Never marry a woman from the Northland."

Thales walked back slowly, wondering:

"What's wrong?"

Doyle shrugged:

"It is said that the 'Wild Horse' Barney family fell like this: Back then, the youngest son of the old lady Little Tiethorn stubbornly wanted to marry a Northland woman, but Little Tiethorn resolutely opposed it but it was useless. In the end, they kicked him out of the family tree Kicked out of the house, but the curse brought by this woman still affects the family-look at Barney's current situation."

Stubbornly wanting to marry a woman from the north...

Involved the family...

Check out Barney's Now...

Thales was heartbroken for a while, and said displeasedly:

"Why don't you look at yourselves?"

Maybe it was because the prince's tone was too harsh, and Doyle was taken aback.

Glover took a step forward calmly, and squeezed Doyle, who wanted to entertain the prince with a joke, but got a bad nose, behind him.

Is it possible...

Doyle walked behind depressed.

His Highness stayed in the Northland for six years, and he really fell in love with someone...

Northland woman?

Oh my god, what about the task assigned by the father?

You know, as a miser and miser, the old man promised him a lot of pocket money this time!

At this moment, there was a low commotion outside the hall door, which attracted everyone's attention.

Thales looked around in a blink of an eye, startled.

A lone man, accompanied by vigilant guards and no loyal attendants, walked slowly into the hall door.

Although he was dressed in a fine attire, he was very imposing.

But he was alone, with deep twilight.

Along with the man came the rustling of metal.

It was out of place in the elegant and luxurious Mindis Hall, and it was extremely ear-piercing.

People who didn't know the place were talking about it, and the nobles who knew a little bit were silent, but they all subconsciously made way for the new guests.

When Mallos received the reward, he hurried from the inner hall just in time to see this special guest.

The watchman frowned, looked at the slowly approaching guest, and focused his gaze on the other's hand.

There, a pair of deep-toned locks with chains mopping the floor...

shackles.

The guest raised his head, revealing a thin and vicissitudes face, and a beard that stretched to his chest.

He stared at the brightly lit and bustling Mindis Hall in front of him with dazed eyes.

Mallos stepped forward quickly, beckoning the guards to take him into the door quickly to avoid countless curious eyes, and at the same time held down the punishment officer, Gray Patterson, who was leading the guests in.

"Grey, what's going on..."

"He won't." Patterson hurriedly replied, also looking annoyed and helpless:

"It's no use talking about it, he insisted on showing up to the dinner in shackles."

The punishment officer said harshly:

"And that beard..."

Mallos looked at the distracted guest and at the troublesome shackles, with a serious expression:

"You won't be tougher?"

Patterson shook his head in embarrassment:

"Your Majesty has explained that he is going to attend the banquet, so there must be no injuries on his face."

"It's hard."

Mallos snorted uncomfortably:

"Find a piece of cloth to cover him, and lead him directly to the seat..."

"When the time is up, send him back."

Patterson nodded yes, turned to look at the new guest, with a businesslike attitude:

"Master Val, welcome to Mindis Hall, please follow me..."

But the silent new guest spoke at this time:

"While your family was prosperous, Tormund Mallos..."

Mallos changed his face and turned to face the guests.

The guest's voice is obviously majestic and deep, but his tone is like a horse that has been ill for many years. It sounds old and lifeless:

"Your father once asked to marry the daughter of the Arend family for you."

Mallos frowned slightly.

"He probably thought that Nolan Nur would eventually inherit the family business, and my younger brother has a close personal relationship with the two princes. No matter who is the king, the Duke of the North will be very popular. As for you, with the help of the in-laws of the most senior Duke, Among the Canxing Seven Attendants, the status is naturally higher."

As soon as this remark came out, the guards in charge of guarding the guests froze, and they looked tentatively at the officer.

Mallos just paused, then put on a smile, and looked at this strange guest politely.

The guest smiled sadly and raised his hands, causing the metal shackles and chains to ring again, mixed with the vaguely happy melody in his ears, like a cool color injected into a spring landscape painting.

"Now... look at us."

"The whole family has become a prisoner in shackles," the man slowly raised his head, looked at Mallos, and then at the Mindis Hall, his lips fluttered and his gray beard fluttered:

"One family has become a guard watching the shackles."

Watch Guardians of the Chains...

Mallos frowned, forcing himself not to care about the other party's subtext:

"My lord, we have already arranged a seat for you in the banquet hall..."

But the guest's words carry the power and power that has been accumulated for many years, and they always seem to be able to interrupt him just right:

"You know, many years ago."

The man in Chinese clothes looked at the layout of the Mindis Hall with ecstasy:

"My brother is the same as you. As a glorious royal guard, he once stood here, doing his duty and guarding this mansion of the sage."

"And I passed the garden countless times and watched that crazy girl run towards me."

The vicissitudes of life man put down the chain, his eyes were confused:

"Now, the Mindis hall is reopened."

"My brother, but his figure is gone."

Mallos didn't speak.

The man snorted softly, looked up at the statue of the Three Kings of the Stars, his eyes became more and more colorful.

The king of bastards, the king of wives, the king of rotten debts - the man thought so, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

But after a few seconds, the man's eyes turned cold.

"And he wasn't the only brother I lost."

He looked at the Three Kings of the Stars and said disdainfully:

"no."

Mallos was silent for a while, and finally exhaled, looking at his subordinates.

"Go through the side door and 'invite' the Duke into the banquet hall. Remember to keep a low profile, and of course, be 'polite'."

His tone was grim and his eyes were stern.

The punishment officer Patterson understood what the officer meant, and he waved his hand when he was fed up with anger along the way, and the two guards turned cold, and they were about to step forward to restrain the man.

But the man suddenly turned around, furious!

"I am the descendant of Arend, the owner of Coldcastle, the guardian duke of the northern border of Star Kingdom!"

"And I saw the old fat man's carriage, that's where he got in! It's upright!"

The majesty he exuded at that moment made the people around him frown.

Aaron looked at Mallos coldly:

"If your master wants to prove to the kingdom that I'm still breathing and that he didn't kill them all, at least he should respect the Duke's status."

Mallos looked cold.

at this moment.

"Mallos!"

A young but gentle voice sounded, Thales came from another side door, and nodded to the watchman:

"I'll be fine."

"You all go down."

Patterson looked at Mallos warily.

Mallos paused for a moment, looked at Glover and Doyle behind Thales, and then nodded to Patterson.

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Duke." The executioner bowed to Thales and stepped aside with the guards.

Thales exhaled and walked towards the new guest.

"Long time no see, Duke Val."

From the moment Thales appeared, the eyes of the guests were locked on the young owner of Mindis Hall.

He looked at the figure of Duke Xinghu obsessively, first surprised, then relieved.

"So you're back."

Val Allende—the Duke of the North who was imprisoned six years ago when the conspiracy was uncovered looked at the second prince with complicated eyes:

"How about Exeter?"

How about it?

The prince looked at the other person and sighed slowly:

"The wind and frost are harsh, and it is difficult to shake its strength."

And Thales was also looking at Val carefully, and he couldn't help noticing that Val's once majestic figure was much thinner and his beard was full.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Josh, who belonged to the sword of disaster, said when he was still in the prison of bones:

[This is what imprisonment does to a person... no matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are. 】

【They are forever lost in the lonely void, never to return. 】

Thales' gaze focused in front of his eyes.

In the past, the impassioned and magnificent Duke of the North...

gone.

Val pondered for a few seconds.

"Rumba, how is he?"

rumba.

Thales' heart sank.

Back then, what kind of mood did Val have when he met and cooperated with Charman Rumba, who was only the Grand Duke of Black Sand?

Six years later, the circumstances of the two are so different, what is he thinking?

"The wind and frost are severe," the prince said softly, and he answered verbatim:

"Hard to shake."

After the strange question and answer, Val fell silent.

But then he smiled softly, stepped forward, and walked towards the banquet hall with ease.

Like a wanderer coming home.

Patterson and the guards belonging to the penalty wing followed immediately.

But when Val walked to Thales' side, he stopped.

Glover and Doyle moved forward nervously, trying to separate the Duke and the prince, but were held down by Mallos again.

"Thank you."

Thales was slightly startled.

The emaciated Duke of the North didn't even look at Thales, but whispered:

"Someone told me."

"Six years ago, you did everything for my daughter on the territory of the Exters."

On the land of the Exeters...

Miranda?

Thinking of the night of dragon's blood and the cold female swordsman, Thales felt emotional.

The duke in jail turned his head expressionlessly:

"Just, please do me one more favor."

I saw Val's complexion was gloomy:

"Don't marry her."

Thales was stunned.

"If you have to marry."

Val snorted softly, like a desperate gambler who saw through everything after losing all his chips:

"Don't leave seeds in her stomach either."

Thales blushed and immediately adjusted his expression.

"Myra, she had an unfortunate early life."

I saw Val looking at the ceiling and said desolately:

"I've seen enough blood."

When Thales heard this, his expression froze.

A second later, Thales sighed in his heart, looking at the vicissitudes and loneliness in front of him, the Duke of the North like an old man:

"I promise you."

Val smiled, he lowered his head, his wrinkled face arched:

"Thanks."

"You're not like him."

"You haven't... become him yet."

Unlike him.

At that moment, Thales suddenly realized something.

He remembered that the former watchman of the Royal Guard, the Punishment Knight, Sakel had said similar words to him before the Saber camp was separated.

This made Thales, who was greeted and sent off with a smile on his face all night, realize that this vicissitudes of life, a thin man who doesn't care about everything, may be the only one who will tell the truth to him in this night of laughter and laughter.

"Maybe."

Thales replied with a strong smile, how much he hoped that his words could give some comfort to the other party who had no hope in life.

But Val shook his head, smiling desperately and sarcasticly:

"Just like back then, he also thought that he was different from the master here."

Thales' complexion changed:

"What's the meaning?"

Val didn't answer him, just turned his head.

He looked at the noise and bustle outside the hall, at the thriving Mindis Hall with people coming and going, full of people:

"Did you see it?"

The Duke of the Northern Territory looked at the continuous and magnificent scene in front of him, listened to the beautiful silk and bamboo, and under the light of the dazzling and inextinguishable lamp above his head, he seemed to see another scene, and he smiled for a long time and said:

"This scene……"

"A spectacle of hell."

hell?

Thales couldn't help frowning.

Val looked around with a look of madness on his face:

"Some people are hypocritical and whitewash the peace; some people hypnotize themselves and deceive themselves; some people hide their anger and endure it; some people see through the world and stand on the sidelines."

"Under the lights of the thick night, everyone pretends to be happy and happy."

His sneers gradually increased, with a chilling meaning:

"I don't know if I'm already in the urn."

"Fire cooking oil."

Mallos coughed lightly.

Thales' face turned cold.

Recalling the experience after returning to the stars, his heart was inexplicably heavy.

He knew that his conversation with the Duke of the North was coming to an end.

Thales knew, he knew what the Duke meant by saying these words.

Just like so many others.

And he won't be easily shaken.

but……

Thales gritted his teeth lightly.

Val lowered his head and sneered.

"Boy, you are very similar to me back then."

Taylor's heart moved:

"Like? Like?"

"For example..." Val took his words, eyes blurred:

"For example, it seems that you have a deep relationship, have the same interests, and share honor and disgrace. It's the right time."

"In this life, it is impossible to oppose each other as enemies."

Just in time.

Thales couldn't help thinking about what Viscount Patterson said to him before.

[The kingdom is young, it's the right time. 】

"But only you know..."

Val's words became deeper.

Like a traveler looking for a way in the fog, without a future, empty and empty:

"There is a cliff in front of me."

"Behind him lies the abyss."

At this moment, there was a lot of noise and commotion outside the hall again.

Everyone in the hall moved one after another. They had expected it a long time ago, and they knew that they would be ready to welcome the next important person.

But this time, the sound of uniform footsteps, the sound of stern orders, and the mixed and excited noise all came at the same time, and it was impossible to distinguish...

Mallos was slightly puzzled, and then his face changed.

Until a majestic and imposing order, with the implication that it cannot be violated, is like an oracle from heaven, transmitted from afar, penetrating the wall:

"With the Supreme King of the Star Kingdom, Kessel Canxing—"

Thales lost his mind.

The people present all changed expression.

There were many muffled noises from outside the hall.

"And the Supreme Queen, in the name of Keya Canxing—"

The voice of the herald filled the hall.

Whether it was the joyful music in the banquet hall, the fierce debate among the waiters in the corridor, or even the distant horse crowing from time to time, all fell silent at this moment.

Everything is silent, except for the flickering lights.

"Subjects..."

At this moment, the power of breathing is all transferred to that majestic and boundless voice:

"To your Majesties the King and Queen—"

"salute!"

The order from the herald fell silent.

But it echoes endlessly.

Can't disperse.

In the next moment, Mallos, Patterson, Glover, Doyle...

Whether it was the royal guard or the servants, no matter the aristocrats or ordinary civilians, all the people present subconsciously adjusted their postures and held their breath.

Everyone stepped aside, got out of the way, and turned around dignifiedly and respectfully to look in the direction outside the hall.

They got down on one knee.

Put your hands on your chest.

Lower your head.

It's as if it's something you're born with.

B.

Get used to it.

Only Thales, he stood blankly under the eternal lamp, under the gaze of the Three Kings of Stars, looking into the deep darkness outside the hall.

"And you have nowhere to go."

Unknowingly, Duke Val's cold voice and the sound of shackles came from behind him at the same time, drilling into his heart:

"There is only one leap."

"Give it a go."

The order of the herald and the voice of the Duke of the North lingered at the same time, interlacing endlessly.

Thales, who was distracted, took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, he took a hard step back.

Get on your knees.