Kingdom’s Bloodline

Thales pushed the wheelchair subconsciously, the surrounding environment was blurred in the darkness, only the figure of the old man in front of him was clear, which made people feel dreadful.

Hold.

This was the first word that the boy thought of.

He looked solemnly at Morat in the wheelchair, and accidentally touched the black-veined vine, causing the latter to shrink.

Damn.

Even if you know the truth about "mind reading", even after six years of experience, even if you think you are quite prepared...

The Black Prophet is still the Black Prophet.

Even though there are no clues or evidence, one can still smell the truth through the smell of deception and lies.

His father, his grandfather, the rulers on the high throne, how did they face this old monster?

How can they rest assured that such a poisonous snake, a dark figure full of insidiousness from beginning to end, holds an important position in their own imperial meeting and holds the power of intelligence?

Thales held on to the wheelchair tightly.

But more importantly...

At that moment, everything in the Saber Camp and the Prison of Bones, whether it was Quick Rope, Sack El or Little Barney, they all passed before Taylor's eyes one by one.

【You have been tortured and worked so hard to escape... not to change a pair of shackles...】

those people……

The debts they bear, the suffering they have suffered, the pain they have experienced...

Thales tensed the muscles in his arms.

"Your Highness?"

Morat still didn't look back, leaving Thales with a hollow and thin outline of the back of his head.

It was in contrast to the endless haze he brought.

Thales raised his head slightly.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"What's the crime?"

No.

At that moment, the boy said silently, no.

No matter how intimidating the black prophet is, it is impossible to break through him.

He has to hold the line.

No matter what the cost.

Morat sneered:

"I believe Yodel must have told you, don't stand in front of me..."

"Lying?" Thales said suddenly, interrupting the Black Prophet.

Morat looked sideways slightly.

"You're right," Thales no longer thought about it after making the decision:

"I did lie."

"Right now, right in front of you."

The prince's expression was unresponsive, and the next sentence was even more indifferent:

"so what?"

The Black Prophet paused.

The corridor was deserted and dark, only Thales' own footsteps echoed back and forth without hesitation, covering up the creepy sound of the demon vines.

"I lied."

With the will to grit his teeth and not care, Thales said coldly:

"Because I don't want to tell you the truth, and I don't want to embarrass each other."

"And your damn mind-reading ability—I don't know how many of them are true—will tear this tacit understanding apart every time, without leaving any room, and drive us into a corner together?"

Morat turned his head slowly, and looked at Thales with a rare look.

But before Thales finished speaking, he stared back at the Black Prophet, trying his best to forget the fear that took root when he first met:

"Why."

"To prove that you can do this? To show your power? To get the chips you want? To blackmail me and control me?"

Thales invoked the crime of prison river, tried his best to stabilize his heartbeat and breathing, and blocked possible emotional expression.

He imagined that at this moment, he became hard-hearted and invulnerable.

There was a moment of silence in the corridor.

"Because it's my job, kid."

Morat spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and dry, moody:

"Be prepared for danger in times of peace and eliminate threats."

Thales paused.

The wheelchair stopped abruptly, causing Morat to shake slightly.

The footsteps were no longer there, and the darkness was still there. In the corridor, only the flesh and blood of the devil on the wheelchair swelled, squirmed and curled, and the strange rustling sound added another trace of silence to the atmosphere.

"Then this is my choice, my lord."

A few seconds later, Duke Xinghu's voice sounded without emotion:

"I lied, out of my interests and considerations."

"so what?"

From an invisible angle, the Black Prophet narrowed his eyes slightly.

"And you used the wrong name, Morat." The second prince looked straight at the darkness in front of him: "There is no 'child' here."

"Only Thales Canxing."

Morat was silent for a moment, then hummed lightly.

"your choice?"

"Even if your choice might endanger the kingdom?"

"Even if your waywardness might go against your father..."

boom!

Thales slapped Morat's wheelchair hard, which not only shook the demonic vines on it, but also sealed all the words of the Black Prophet in the loud noise.

"Then let him come to me."

The Black Prophet stared.

In the next second, Thales exerted strength with his hands and slowly turned the wheelchair around, so that the dying old man faced him.

At the same time, he also forced himself to face the well-known head of the secret department.

"Go ahead and tell him."

Thales' voice was soft but emotionless, so cold that it made people shiver.

"Tell him that I have hidden an avant-garde criminal who is familiar with the palace ban and has extraordinary skills outside the palace," his words suddenly changed:

"So that I can launch a coup at a critical moment and take down the Fuxing Palace and become king myself."

Black Prophet did not speak.

The demonic vines on his legs surged again.

Morat took a few breaths and seemed to be adapting.

"how?"

The Duke of Xinghu stretched out his hands, pressed the arms of the chairs on both sides, and slowly bent down, approaching Morat's aging face-even though it was not comfortable.

"Didn't he send me here just to get you to ask about such things?"

Thales looked directly at the Black Prophet at a very close distance, and could even count the wrinkles on the other's face:

"Be prepared for danger in times of peace, eradicate threats?"

The surrounding darkness seemed to be getting more and more arrogant, invading everything in sight, leaving only the two people staring at each other.

Morat's eyes were as dull as before, and Thales couldn't get any information from them.

But he knows he can't go back.

Finally, as if a century had passed, a smile crept onto the old man's face.

"I have to admit, this was an unexpected surprise."

Morat looked at Thales carefully, and said with a tusk:

"Your Excellency the Duke."

Thales also twitched one corner of his mouth, showing an insincere smirk.

"There are many things you didn't expect." He let go of the arm of the chair, straightened up, and called the other person's nickname: "You are not the only ones who are tired of wiping other people's buttocks."

"Black Prophet."

Morat leaned back in the chair, and the change of movements made the black-veined vines rustle.

"You look very confident, Duke of Thales," the head of the secret department narrowed his eyes:

"Confidence that the prisoners escaped and will not pose a threat—either to you, or to your father, or to cause damage to the relationship between you."

Thales snorted coldly.

"so what?"

The prince repeated this sentence for the third time, his eyes were like frost.

He spoke softly in the next second:

"The same thing, didn't my uncle, the former Second Prince, Horace Canxing already do it in the Bloody Year?"

Black Prophet's eye sockets suddenly widened.

"He secretly hired desperadoes like Hei Jian, bought assassins from Shadow Shield, provoked thousands of people in the capital, bewitched the guards in the guards, and made them cooperate tacitly. The former king and the former crown prince."

Thales had no expression on his face, and his tone was indifferent:

"Until I also died on the eve of my return to the country and was betrayed by the former Duke of Nantrester."

"But never again, my father and you are not that stupid."

The old man in the wheelchair was silent for a long time, and also looked at Thales for a long time.

He looked into Thales' eyes, as if looking at a treasure:

"You're really good at gathering intelligence, aren't you?"

But Thales just stared at Morat regardless of the other party's answer:

"So you know."

The crime of prison river roared in his veins, helping the prince resist other impulses:

"Those prisoners in the Prison of Bones, you know, some of them obey orders, some have no choice, some are forced to, some are at a loss, and some don't know."

The Black Prophet just stared at him closely without making a sound.

"Collaborate with the enemy?"

Thales sneered:

"They may have neglected their duties, but they are more likely to be accused of fighting among the blood relatives of the Canxing royal family."

He thought of little Barney in the Prison of Bones and the dead Nai and Naki, gritted his teeth and said:

"Bury the past."

Morat closed his eyes and took a light breath, as if savoring the dim light and oppressive atmosphere.

"I see."

The Black Prophet slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Thales:

"About why you let them go."

Thales didn't hide or evade, met the other's eyes, nodded and said:

"They have paid the price for not seeing the sun for more than ten years."

"And at least on the day I met them, they totally redeemed themselves."

He sneered:

"It's much more useful than an intelligence department that is full of loopholes and only wipes its ass after understanding."

Morat didn't make any excuses, just continued to stare at him, thinking unfathomably in his heart.

"Therefore, I gave them their freedom as a reward."

Thales continued, with a firm tone that could not be refuted: "Use the most low-key, safest, most in line with the interests of the kingdom, and without damaging the royal family's reputation."

The prince took a deep breath and adjusted his mood:

"Now, Morat Hansen, Your Excellency."

"Or, you can go to my father and tell him that his only son is raising dead men and sheltering fugitives. He has evil intentions and covets the big position. It should be eradicated as soon as possible to avoid future troubles."

The Black Prophet stroked a demonic vine on the arm of the chair with a deep expression.

"And I will talk to him directly, one-on-one, face-to-face, king to king."

"I will bear his wrath."

Thales looked solemnly:

"But this part is just between me and him, and you no longer need to get involved, Lord Hansen."

With the arrogance he felt in both King Nunn and King Kessel, he said coldly:

"Because as a Canxing, I only answer the questions of another Canxing."

The corridor fell silent.

Morat looked back at him, not discerning emotions.

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"Or, you just keep to yourself."

"Put away your sniffing nose in front of me, curb your self-proclaimed prophetic abilities, control your voyeuristic desires in the secret department, don't mix in these lies that I voluntarily tell, and even less use this strange tone threaten me."

Silence usurped the reins of the conversation.

The only thing in my ears is the endless rustling of the flesh and blood of demons, restless like snakes and rats, and eating rot like mosquitoes and flies.

In the next second, Thales' expression turned cold!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed a restless black-veined vine beside the arm of the chair.

The devil's flesh and blood on the entire wheelchair shook violently.

Black Prophet's expression changed slightly.

"Shut up the bloody, rambunctious thing."

The sin of Hell River surged, Thales gritted his teeth and pulled it out with force, and fell to the ground casually.

"Or I will."

he said coldly.

The effect was immediate, and the demon's flesh and blood immediately moved away from Thales' direction and "fleeed" to other parts of the wheelchair.

The rustling disappeared.

Throughout the whole process, Thales stared at the Black Prophet without moving his eyes.

Morat stabilized his breathing, but looked at the vine struggling on the ground, gradually losing its vitality, and finally turning into a dead branch.

Far-sighted.

A few seconds later, he turned his head and looked at Thales again.

"The trip to the Northland is really extraordinary, Your Excellency the Duke."

"In the past, you weren't so stubborn. Even if you took the initiative to attack, you would inevitably be anxious, stagnant and unfamiliar."

Morat narrowed his eyes, both emotional and surprised:

"But look at you: Whether it's threatening or blackmailing, tough or spying, it can be said to be handy, like instinct."

"What changed you?"

what changed me

[Then think about it carefully, what did you look like after you became a prince? 】

[Are you still you, or Thales? 】

[Or has...become something else? 】

Thales frowned, and put aside what Quick Rope had said.

"Nothing."

He straightened up and forced himself to be tough:

"Only I was born this way."

"And you woke up too late."

Morat was silent for a while.

"They must be very important to you, right?" The old man in the wheelchair said with interest:

"Those criminals."

Thales snorted coldly.

"Forget it, if you want to bring up the saying of 'eliminating weaknesses' six years ago," the prince recalled the frank confrontation in the Ballard room, and said with disdain:

"My father has been babbling all morning."

The Black Prophet did not speak, still waiting for his answer.

Thales looked away, trying his best to forget those people in the prison of bones.

"It's not them that matter."

"It's me," he gritted his teeth, "my principles, my rules, my choices."

"Loyalty pays off—ahem—in return."

The Duke of Star Lake lowered his head and looked directly at Morat:

"And those who hurt me will have a price."

"Do you understand, my lord?"

This time the silence lasted especially long.

Until Morat, who was watching him silently, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.

The vines on his legs were still squirming, but the amplitude was much restrained.

Looking at the other party's smile, Thales tried hard to hold back the uneasiness in his heart.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I'm not such a heartless person."

The Black Prophet put his hands on his knees, squinted and said:

"Since you have opened your mouth and pledged yourself, we will save face no matter what."

At that moment, Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"Besides, eighteen years."

Morat tapped the wheelchair lightly, as if to appease it, while his eyes were lost in thought:

"The old people from the Fuxing Palace have long been obsolete, the damage is limited, and they can't make big waves. Naturally, I don't need to waste my budget and issue arrest warrants."

Well, maybe except for one person.

The intelligence chief came back to his senses and grinned:

"Just, Your Excellency, please give us more trust next time."

trust?

Thales frowned.

"Williams is not professional after all," Black Prophet said lightly:

"It's not impossible for the secret department to arrange things like suspended animation."

He glanced at Thales:

"And you don't have to use this way of seeing death as home, to express your feelings and avoid disaster?"

Thales' thinking froze, and he spoke with difficulty:

"certainly."

Black Prophet smiled:

"But your father will know sooner or later, do you understand?"

Thales lags behind:

"certainly."

"Then can we continue, Your Excellency?"

Thales took a deep breath, held the back of the wheelchair again (the black-veined vine fled to the other side again), turned it in the right direction, and also hid Morat's face in the invisible darkness:

"certainly."

Thales took a step forward, and they moved forward again.

"Very well, you are starting to go on the road." Morat said leisurely.

Thales moved:

"What?"

"I've been in the secret department for a long time, kid."

This time, Morat said with a bit of embarrassment:

"I don't know when it started, no matter who is in front of me, everyone has become cautious and timid."

"And as for a person who has no burden of peace of mind and is not afraid to lie to me?"

People who are not afraid to lie to the Black Prophet...

Thales thought about this sentence carefully.

Morat continued:

"Since the bloody year, after the death of the former king and Crown Prince Midil, only the setting sun knows. It has been a long, long time in my life, and I have never met such a person."

He chuckled, as if remembering something, and shook his head slowly.

Thales looked strange.

I can't believe it, but he actually felt... nostalgia and sentimentality in the words of this vicious intelligence chief?

"So before that?"

Thales asked along the way:

"My uncle, my grandfather, how do you get along when they stand in front of you?"

Black Prophet was silent for a second.

"Just like you just now."

Taylor's footsteps faltered, but he quickly adjusted back.

"Whether it's the former king or the former crown prince, they never fear or worry about lying in front of me—even if they know that I have the ability to recognize the lies they tell."

In the endless darkness and desertedness, Molat said faintly:

"And do you know why?"

Thales thought for a while.

Eddie II, and Crown Prince Midil...

They have never been afraid or worried about lying in front of the black prophet?

Thales was a little surprised.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the image of the two people described by King Kessel in the Tomb of the Stars, and also recalled the king who was an enemy of the world mentioned by Sackel in the Prison of Bones.

But he reacted quickly.

"that power."

Thales thought about it:

"Because they have power."

"They're not afraid of you."

"It doesn't matter what you know."

He stared blankly at the back of Black Prophet's head:

"And as a servant of the lower reaches of power, you have no motivation or need to expose their lies."

For some reason, at this moment, Thales remembered the night when he and Kuaisheng revealed each other's identities.

[This has nothing to do with your strength, Thales, on the contrary, the greater your strength and power, the tighter the chains will be, the deeper the hoops will be, and the harder it will be to break free. 】

[Just like our father. 】

"well said!"

The Black Prophet clapped his hands abruptly and laughed.

He laughed for a few seconds before slowing down.

"that power."

"Only power."

Morat's words are full of exclamations:

"Power is not afraid to lie."

"To a certain extent, it likes to lie, is willing to lie, and is good at lying. The power it possesses can flow only in lies, distinguishing the enemy from ourselves, and manifesting its existence."

His tone slowly tightened, teaching Thales to become vigilant for no reason:

"When it really makes people go against their will and nature, and makes those who feel wrong begin to be numb, convince themselves, let them give up asking, and believe lies, it can become real power."

Thales was a little dazed.

"The emperor's new clothes, the elephant of the room."

The prince quietly said:

"They lied to us, we knew they were lying, they knew we knew they were lying, but they kept lying and we kept pretending to believe them."

Black Prophet savored it for a while, then gave a doubtful "hmm".

"I didn't say it," Thales came back to his senses and coughed:

"It's what a female author said...something from the Northland."

Morat was silent for a while, seeming to be recalling, and then denied:

"No, there is absolutely no such statement in the Northland."

Thales was embarrassed at first, then smiled and relieved.

"Indeed not," he said without hesitation:

"I'm lying."

Black Prophet smiled:

"I know."

Thales snorted softly:

"Yes, I know you do."

He raised his head and looked towards the road ahead, a door appeared at the end of the corridor:

"So, when I lie next time, please understand."

Morat exhaled and seemed very satisfied:

"Welcome aboard, Duke of Thales."

Thales was silent for a while:

"My honour, Lord Hanson."

The Black Prophet nodded, and said with a tusk:

"It's just that you have to understand that when I knew it well but didn't expose you - I was lying too."

His words carry profound meaning:

"Don't get used to it."

There was an illusion in front of Thales' eyes.

[Distortion, Thales, distortion. 】

【They were all distorted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, who were captured by power, enslaved, and lost. 】

【In that chain, they become something else: indifferent tools, cold-blooded scum, suspicious tyrants, but they are no longer themselves. 】

"Of course," Thales frowned, no longer thinking about what Quick Rope said:

"certainly."

The boy's footsteps moved forward steadily.

For some reason, after negotiating and probing with the Black Prophet, he clearly resolved the crisis and blocked the threat for the prisoners of the guards and the fast rope.

Can be different from every previous escape.

This time, he didn't feel any relief.

I felt relieved for a moment.

On the contrary, this time, especially when the Black Prophet laughed, Thales only felt that the burden on him was getting heavier and heavier.

It's getting tighter.

hard to escape.

He unconsciously squeezed the wheelchair tightly.

"One last question, kid."

Thales' ears tightened, and his heart was infinitely vigilant.

"Can you calm down?"

Under Thales' strange expression, the chief executive of the secret department leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh of helplessness:

"You're tearing me apart."

————

Finally, in a mixed mood of embarrassment and apprehension, Thales followed the instructions and pushed Morat into a dark room.

Thales let go of his wheelchair, and looked at this strange room with doubts—simple decoration, small area, and poor visibility. The biggest feature was that a huge mirror was embedded on the wall directly opposite them, which barely reflected the room he and he had. The blurred figure of Morat sitting and standing.

However, at the next moment, a spot of light appeared on the mirror surface, and the whole mirror lit up.

Thales backed away with a frown, but he immediately discovered that another larger room was revealed on the "mirror", as well as Raphael standing in it.

"One-way glass," Mourat chuckled, "it's made by infiltrating bituminous crystals, and it's expensive."

"We can see them, they can't see us."

I know, I've seen it, who are you kidding.

Thales, who was upset, kept the above sentence in his heart.

"Where is this?"

"trial room."

Morat simply replied:

"Stay still, Your Highness, we can't achieve perfect one-way sound transmission yet—it can't be done cheaply."

Thales frowned, looking at the room on the other side of the glass, Raphael said something to several subordinates, and the latter exited the door.

The bone man turned around and nodded slightly in the direction of Black Prophet and Thales.

"Who is going to be interrogated?"

Thales wondered:

"Anke Bailar last night?"

Morat didn't answer the prince, but looked around in the dark, and said with emotion:

"Ah, I miss this place so much, here and there."

"This glass, in particular, is of great significance. When we moved, we almost moved it over intact."

"Why?" Thales stared at Raphael on the other side.

The Black Prophet snorted lightly.

"Eighteen years ago," he pointed to the one-way glass, his eyes were radiant, contrary to his old attitude just now:

"On the other side of this glass, sits a young but notorious Exeter nobleman."

"The Earl of Menton City from Black Sandland."

He whispered a name:

"Name - Charmain Rumba."

Thales was taken aback, and looked at the glass again.

"And on this side, I'm standing in your place, and in my place, sits the crown prince of the stars..."

Morat exhaled, full of remembrance:

"Midil Canxing."

In the dark and oppressive room, the Black Prophet said slowly:

"The young dragon devours the Dragon King, the oath must end, the new blood will cover the old blood, and the furnace will be opened."

"In that year, the dragon's blood—a top-secret plan aimed at the chieftain of the enemy country, opened the curtain of revival for the stars, and put the final piece on the chessboard of the virtuous king—was born on both sides of this glass. .”

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