Kingdom’s Bloodline

Eternal Star City, Evening Star District.

"Dian-Wai Ya, please wait!"

Glover avoided an oncoming mule cart and hurriedly caught up with Thales who kept walking ahead.

"Excuse me, but have you figured out what to do?"

Cohen followed closely behind him, perhaps because he knew that his work was meaningful. At this moment, the police officer was in a good mood:

"Don't worry, that's Ty-Wyah, just like in Exeter, he has his own ideas, we just need to obey obediently-"

"I didn't think about it." Thales suddenly said.

Cohen choked suddenly.

Thales didn't look back, just went forward:

"By the way, I didn't think about it when I was in Exeter."

Cohen blinked and looked at the prince's back in a daze.

Glover sighed.

"Your Highness, with all due respect," he caught up with the young man:

"No matter what we want to do, we might as well follow Lord Mallos's suggestion and inform Ms. Jinny first..."

mallos.

Thales remembered something and paused.

Glover and Cohen stopped abruptly, at least they didn't bump into the boy's back.

Only then did they realize that they were standing at the crossroads on the corner of the street, facing the Fuxing Avenue that ran through the north and south of the kingdom, with people coming and going.

Turning right is the way back to Mindis Hall, as for turning left...

"Zombie," Thales said:

"Kongmuto said before that Mallos made arrangements before entering the palace to find a reason to send you out of the Mindis Hall and pick me up outside the palace?"

Cohen raised his head in confusion:

"Mallos—oh, that big brother you saw last time in Mindyth Hall?"

Glover ignored him and nodded without hesitation:

"The lord said that the matter at the banquet is not trivial. After you enter the palace, all accidents are possible."

"He must consider the worst-case scenario and leave available manpower for you, lest you be alone and helpless, and we will be at a loss without a leader."

Thales was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"That guy, even though he fights against me every day, he still has some redeeming qualities, doesn't he?"

Glover nodded cautiously.

"Before he became a watchman, the lord was the herald of the command wing. He was responsible for delivering the orders of Captain Adrian's guard to each wing. In many cases, what he said was the meaning of the captain of the guard."

Thales snorted lightly.

"Yeah, that guy looks...knows a little bit about everything, and hides a little bit of everything."

As expected of a watchman.

Thales sighed secretly in his heart.

"Zombie, how long have you been in the royal guard?"

Glover was taken aback, but instinctively replied:

"My seniority is still young, Your Highness, less than six years."

with mixed feelings,

Thales' eyes passed through the passing vehicles and pedestrians, and looked towards the end of the avenue between their figures.

Under the setting sun, the tall and heavy dark pyramid stood silently, like a huge lock that fell from the sky, firmly pressing down on the heart of Eternal Star City and even the entire Star Kingdom.

"What about Mallos?"

Glover looked solemn:

"Lord Mallos was the first group of guards to reorganize the royal guard after His Majesty Kessel was crowned. Over the past ten years, the old and new guards have come and gone countless times, but the Lord has always been there."

Thales nodded thoughtfully:

"So, eighteen years."

"So, he has been around the Fuxing Palace and served on the side of the throne for eighteen years, so he can be so proficient, so indifferent, so calm, and so--foresight."

Under the hood, Thales stared quietly at the dark and deep ancient palace:

"Whether it's preventing me from showing up when I go to town, or dealing with royal banquets, or making arrangements before disaster strikes."

"It seems that this is his instinct of action, his normal life - he has seen through it, adapted to it, got used to it, accepts every trick, and accepts it."

It's like a veteran actor who is used to a stage and a drama, repeating similar lines countless times.

Cohen, who was out of the situation, was bored looking at the Fuxing Palace at the end of the avenue, and yawned unabashedly:

"Well, it's already evening..."

Thales suddenly spoke and interrupted him:

"Do you know what we are facing now?"

Glover frowned.

Thales sank into thought:

"Wire."

Both Glover and Cohen were stunned:

"Wire?"

Thales nodded:

"Yes, just like in a puppet show, the thread on the idol has two ends."

"One end over there, one end over here."

"It involves me, Mallos, and everyone's every move."

Thales stared at the big thick pyramid in the distance.

When I was young, the palace was like stratus clouds floating in the sky. Although it was untouchable, it always made people look up and stare at it.

Now, when I can really touch it...

Thales slowly stretched out his left hand, bent the tiger's mouth, and slowly encased the Fuxing Palace in the distance between his fingers.

At that moment, it looks exquisite and exquisite, and it is under control.

However, no matter how he tightened his fingers, all Thales could feel was the rustling autumn wind blowing over his palm, leaving no trace but a chill.

"Just like in Dragon Clouds City, as well as in the Saber Camp and the Prison of Bones," the boy frowned:

"In everything that happens, there is always a thread that pulls everything, and finally gathers into a torrent, rolling forward."

Cohen was confused and dazed, and finally grasped a noun he understood:

"What? Have you been to the Prison of Bones? That place where you can only enter?"

Following Thales' movements, Glover looked at the Fuxing Palace at the far end of his line of sight, and became alert:

"Twisting the line—you mean, whether it was the accident at the banquet or today's turmoil, you have been used and manipulated by others in the middle of the line?"

Cohen glanced at the zombie and became alert:

"What banquet? What accident? What disturbance?"

Thales shook his head lightly:

"No."

"According to past experience, every time, as long as I understand where the thread is, see through it, grab it, and split it, I can see the exit of the maze—even if there is another maze after the exit."

But Thales' expression became deeper.

"However, this time," the boy said solemnly:

"This time it's more special."

He looked at the little Fuxing Palace parked between his fingers, and felt that it was getting more and more illusory and distant.

Glover listened carefully and did not speak.

In the next second, the golden sunset passed through Thales' fingers, illuminating the scars on his palm that had been difficult to remove due to multiple cuts.

Thinking of this, a dull pain came from the palm, replacing the ethereal chill.

"It's not that clear, it's not that specific, it's not that direct — the thread on the other end isn't even a person."

"Even sometimes, I feel that everything may be just my illusion, and there is no line at all."

Thales put down his palm and let out a breath.

"But it's not."

"The thread is still there, just because it's too much, too thick, too dense, so tangled up that I can't touch it, or even notice it."

Cohen was extremely painful when he heard it, but he saw that Glover was also puzzled, and he was relieved immediately.

"Because a long time ago, what I wanted to solve was just a single thread," Thales said with burning eyes, "The succession of the second prince, the anger of King Nun, the ambition of Lombard, the rule of the Grand Duchess..."

"Simple, convenient and clean."

It was evening, and the number of people on Fuxing Avenue gradually increased. Those who were off work, those who were off the market, those who were on shifts, those who wandered, those who were on the road, there was a constant flow of people, and the Fuxing Palace in the distance was covered with light and darkness. Hide and show.

But Thales stared at its outline, and his eyes never lost focus due to the occasional disappearance of the palace.

"but now……"

"The ownership of the Saber Camp, the struggle in the Western Wilderness, the undercurrent of the Mindis Hall, the shadow of the Fuxing Palace, the actions of the Kingdom's Secret Division, the position of the Canxing Seven Attendants, and the meaning of the Star Lake Guard," Thales said after each term. His expression became more serious:

"Since I returned to the country and stepped into the border of the stars, it is not just one thing, one hand, and one person that has been involving, restricting, and oppressing me."

"What I need to untangle is far more than a thread."

The chaos in the Western Wilderness, Mallos of the guards, the gaze on the throne, the hostility of the iris, the accident at the royal banquet, the battle of Exeter, the agenda of the imperial meeting, the encounter in the secret department...

Countless figures flashed before Thales' eyes, just like countless pictures flashed through his brain:

"Even every time I untie one, I will trap myself in more, deeper, messier, and more complicated threads-kingdoms, enfeoffments, history, power, and so on."

He took a deep breath.

"I don't know when it started. What I have to face is no longer a thread."

"It is formed by the intertwining of innumerable threads—the whole net."

As the voice fell, Thales suddenly felt that the Fuxing Palace in the distance began to change from the illusory silhouette, as if walking out of the painting, with sharp edges and corners as if it had substance.

Glover struggled to understand the prince's words.

Cohen felt drowsy when he heard it, and simply wandered away.

"So it is ethereal and mysterious, empty and empty, and its shape cannot be seen in the clouds and fog."

"But it's also thicker and more oppressive, suffocating."

"Worst of all, it grips my every move, every word, every thought."

Thales stared at the Fuxing Palace in front of him, only to feel that the thick and substantial feeling became more and more clear, like a sharp edge, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Under its shadow, I am no longer the me I know, and I am no longer the Thales Canxing who survived the Jedi in the north."

"My every gesture is firmly strangled by it, and I can no longer freely and freely make choices without hindrance."

Thales touched his heart.

"But when I drew my sword and looked around, I was confused and didn't know where to cut."

Thales exhaled, but his eyes became more determined.

"Snap—forgive me for being blunt, Your Highness," Glover shook his head:

"I don't understand something."

"Ha, you didn't understand?" Cohen came back to his senses and was immediately overjoyed:

"so I--"

Thales glanced sideways:

"You understand?"

Cohen received this glance, and his tone suddenly became awkward:

"I, that, eh..."

"Very good," Thales raised his eyebrows:

"I knew you understood."

Cohen's expression froze on his face.

"It's a pity," Thales sighed:

"No one else understands."

Glover looked at this and that, completely confused.

"It's okay, we understand, that's enough." Thales patted Cohen on the shoulder with a relieved expression.

In response, Cohen could only force an embarrassed but polite smile.

A few seconds later, Thales snorted and laughed heartily.

"No kidding - everyone has felt that feeling, it's just that a lot of times, we don't realize it."

Thales' tone became serious.

"For example, you, Zombie, you now have a noble family and serve the throne, but you have experienced ups and downs in the past and are covered in mud. The two are entangled with each other. Every time you try to reach out to one of them, the other will roll back and suffocate you."

Glover's complexion changed slightly,

"It's also like you, Cohen. You crossed the battlefield alone with a single sword, overcame all difficulties, but only found out at the end that what you have to face is far more than crimes and order, but everything in the lower city."

Cohen was taken aback, thoughtful and silent.

"Like me, what you are facing is a whole trap."

With a long sigh, Thales turned around again, facing the seemingly endless Fuxing Avenue, facing the Fuxing Palace hidden in countless crowds.

They were silent for a while.

"Then," Glover's voice was difficult and stagnant, as if he had encountered some difficulties and obstacles, "what shall we do?"

Thales' pupils slowly narrowed, but the scene reflected in them firmly locked in the Fuxing Palace.

"According to the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood..."

"First of all," Thales recalled the night of dragon's blood madness, unknowingly raised the corners of his mouth:

"We have to change our minds."

Glover's face remained unchanged, but his eyes moved.

Cohen was confused:

"Brain—how to change?"

Thales lowered his head and looked at the scar on his palm again.

"The net we are facing, it can never be cut, broken free, let alone untied."

As Thales spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the Fuxing Palace, stretching out his five fingers, covering every corner of this ancient palace.

"But it's also because of this," the prince said softly, as if there was nothing there, "you, me, him, them—all of them are in it."

The young man's tone was stern and his eyes were indifferent. Glover felt a slight chill behind him.

"Being controlled by it for a long time."

Thales clenched his fists and squeezed the Fuxing Palace completely in his palm.

"I can't escape."

The next moment, Thales stepped decisively across the street corner and onto Fuxing Avenue.

Glover and Cohen looked at each other, each puzzled, but Thales was already far away, so they both had to catch up.

at this moment.

"Dian... Huai Ya!"

The three turned their heads in unison, only to see another figure in a cloak hurrying up across the road.

When the other party came close, Thales saw his face clearly and said in surprise:

"Konmuto, are you awake?"

I saw Gianluca Conmuto—the second-class security officer of the royal guard who was brought down by Cohen and Glover in the Laiya Club—panting, trembling with excitement, looking like he was saved from a desperate situation:

"I was scared to death. When I woke up, you were all gone. There was only a man who was pulling his pants..."

Cohen frowned and looked at Glover, who was expressionless.

Kongmuto burst into tears:

"I went back to Mindis Hall, but you weren't there. I went to the Fuxing Palace, and the guards said you weren't here, so I had to go to Dongcheng District to call for someone..."

Kongmuto suddenly saw Cohen's figure, and immediately gritted his teeth:

"Hey, you're the bastard..."

Cohen was startled, and quickly lowered his hood:

"Ahem, Robic, next is Robic Dilla..."

"Robik Dilla..."

Kongmutuo chanted the name, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

"What courage!"

He grabbed Cohen by the collar:

"How dare you impersonate Chief Robick of the Xicheng Police Department!"

Cohen, who was overwhelmed by his identity being exposed, was pulled forward with his head bowed:

"Let me tell you, I'm a security officer in the inner city, and I know everything about the internal affairs of the security office..."

Thales had a headache and coughed:

"Karabiayan."

"This guy is the heir to the Walla Land and the Twin Towers Sword, Korn Karabyan, and is now a security officer in the capital."

Kongmuto was taken aback, and spent a few seconds thinking about the meaning of the name.

"Oh, oh, so it's Master Karabyan!"

The guard instantly became enthusiastic and smiling like a flower.

He loosened the arm holding Cohen's collar, and he transitioned into the action of tidying the other party's clothes very naturally:

"What a coincidence, um, I used to be a police officer too, and we are colleagues, oops, I misunderstood you, if I knew you were visiting secretly..."

Cohen stared at him blankly, unable to react.

However, in the next second, another crying voice came from a distance:

"Your Highness!"

Several people were startled: another man in casual clothes limped towards them with a stiff posture, and pedestrians all looked sideways.

Glover saw the other person's face clearly, and covered his forehead in pain.

"D.D?"

Thales frowned:

"Aren't you recuperating?"

Danny Doyle, the first-class security officer next to Thales, threw himself in front of the young man with crystal clear eyes:

"Yes, Your Highness! But I, Kongmuto, came to my house to find me, and I heard about the Mindis Hall—"

"Silence!"

Glover unceremoniously pulled D.D up and pulled him to the corner of the street, while vigilantly watching the left and right, whispered:

"Huiya. Your Highness's current alias is Huaiya."

D.D was stunned for a moment, then reacted:

"Oh, oh, yes, Wyah! Kongmuto babbled, saying that you go to a woman, and you find a man and a woman, and then a strong and hard man, and then He fainted from the pain, and you disappeared—"

"Yo, D.D! Long time no see!" Cohen happily appeared next to Doyle, and slapped him on the back!

"Oh!" Doyle screamed, and threw himself into Glover's arms.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Cohen stretched out his hand in doubt, with a puzzled look on his face:

"Why does it walk like a duck and explode when you shoot it?"

Enduring the severe pain in his back, D.D leaned on Glover and glanced back.

"What are you doing?"

Doyle twisted his face, pointed his thumb at Cohen angrily, and asked Glover in a low voice:

"Why this guy?"

Glover quietly lifted him off his body.

"You know, Dian—the idiot next to Huai Ya asked for leave, and we couldn't find another idiot, so we had to let him replace him."

Doyle groaned weakly, then became confused:

"Oh, the idiot's backup... wait, who is the idiot who asked for leave?"

Glover pursed his lips.

"Hey! You two!"

Cohen waved angrily from the side:

"Don't speak ill of me behind my back—I can hear you! Me! Listen! Got! Come! Do you hear me? I can hear you! Do you hear me?"

Glover shrugged at D.D.

D.D frowned and looked at Cohen, then at Glover who had recovered his coldness, but finally lowered his head and sighed.

"Well, a fool is a fool, maybe I really am," Doyle thumped Cohen's shoulder helplessly:

"Anyway, thank you for serving Your Highness for my class."

Now it was Cohen's turn to be surprised:

"Eh? What happened to you today? It's not the same as usual? Why don't you talk back?"

"It's okay, that is, before I do something now," Doyle tightened the clothes behind him, grinning bitterly and saying:

"You have to weigh the balance first."

As soon as these words came out, Glover also had to look at him with admiration.

"Fuck," Cohen looked at Doyle in surprise:

"Playboy dude...you've grown up!"

Doyle gave him a sad smile back.

So Cohen felt relieved, relentlessly slapped D.D on the back again.

Hearing Doyle's screams and watching their reunion, Thales curled the corner of his mouth, suddenly feeling that today wasn't that bad.

But at that moment, there was a vague strangeness in his heart.

Um?

Thales turned his head subconsciously and looked at the crowd behind him.

The moment he turned his head, the crowd on the street suddenly became commotion.

"It's so noisy in the back."

"what happens?"

"Has there been a car accident?"

The rest of the Xinghu guards also noticed the commotion and all turned their heads.

But the commotion quickly changed its tone, and the whispers of the crowd spread to panic.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

"Whose horse is startled!"

"Why did you suddenly go crazy?"

"Who is holding it!"

Thales' complexion changed: the feeling of strangeness became more and more serious.

The next moment, a huge black shadow appeared in the market and rushed out of the crowd!

Getting closer and closer to them.

Glover, Cohen, D.D, and Kongmuto also saw this scene, and all changed their colors.

"It's coming here!"

"Run!"

The panicked murmurs turned into screams of fear, and people on the street avoided the shadows and fled in all directions!

The movement of the black shadow was so loud that it stirred up countless strong winds.

It enveloped Thales and his party, with a sense of speed and oppression, and it arrived in an instant!

"careful--"

Before Thales could react, Glover swooped in and pinned him firmly to the ground.

"What the hell—" before D.D finished his surprised words, he was also thrown down by both Cohen and Kongmutuo.

Thales only felt a huge black shadow passing over his head, driving a strong wind like a blade, shaking their cloaks endlessly!

And that sense of strangeness reached its peak.

thump, thump...

The black shadow landed behind them, making a rhythmic treading sound, and gradually drifting away.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Glover stood up in embarrassment:

"Damn beast!"

Thales, who was once again served by the VIP of the royal guard, spat out the dust in his mouth in pain, and only had time to poke his head out of the zombie's arms.

Doyle pushed away the two big men on his body, and grinned under the double pain of whiplash and fall:

"Where did the bastard come from, dare to attack the royal family - it's back again!"

thump, thump, thump——

The rapid sound of horseshoes sounded again, and everyone was shocked again:

The huge black shadow in the distance turned sharply, turned around again, and rushed towards them!

"What kind of idiot's horse is this? It's driving around the city. See if I don't cut him—" Cohen rolled up his sleeves angrily.

"No, an ordinary startled horse won't be so persistent. It may have been drugged and aimed at His Highness!" Kong Mutuo analyzed vigilantly.

"Oh, stop talking, someone will give me a hand..." This is D.D who is humming in pain.

Glover was aroused fiercely, jumped up, gritted his teeth and drew his sword:

"Kill it!"

"Wait a minute." Thales suddenly reached out, pressed his sword firmly, and stood up.

The young man took a deep breath, ran a few steps, and opened his arms towards the rushing shadow!

Glover subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop the prince, but it was in vain.

Everyone gasped.

And the black shadow rushed towards Thales, sweeping through the dust with lightning speed!

"No, no, no——" D.D's liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

In the next second, Sombra's hooves kicked the ground continuously, decelerating greatly, stirring up countless dust!

In front of the stunned crowd, the black shadow changed from a wild gallop to a brisk walk, and then to an ordinary step. In the end, it came to Thales with small graceful steps, and lowered its head obediently.

"It's beautiful, I didn't hit anything, and the posture of crossing obstacles is much more proficient," Thales smiled and stretched out his hand, stroking the black horse:

"good girl."

The black horse's eyes were bright, and he snorted happily.

It leaned forward, clamped Thales between his chin and neck, and rubbed back and forth.

"Yes, I know, I miss you too," Thales was a little helpless by its intimate "hug", but the trembling in his heart turned into peace, and he gently combed the other's mane, Said softly:

"Jenny."

The Guardians of the Star Lake—and Cohen—watched dumbfounded.

"This is, D.D, you read a lot, tell me, what is this scene?" Cohen poked Doyle blankly.

"Uh, let me—don't touch my back—let me think about it," Doyle frowned and thought for a while, watching Thales immersed in joy and having no time to care about their scene:

"A new love?"

Kongmuto observed the situation, and waved his hands to disperse the curious onlookers after the chaos:

"It's gone, it's gone, it's all gone, the police officer is here! What's there to see, have you never seen the second generation of officials racing - racing horses?"

His sternness had some effect, and the crowd slowly dispersed, but it was not as quick as Glover's method - the zombie walked forward with a cold face, took the money bag from D.D's waist without any explanation, opened his mouth, and swayed into the distance There are a lot of coins and bills.

Amid D.D's unrestrained protests and the crowd's looting, Glover and others escorted Thales and his new mount away from the "crime scene".

But before he had gone far, Glover turned around vigilantly: a few figures ignored the coins on the ground, ran through the crowd against the trend, and came running panting.

"Uncle, in front, right in front!"

"Take it easy, boy, where did you put the noose?"

"That thing is useless! Remember, the last time the mute got caught, and it ran up and flew the kite all afternoon..."

"snort."

"Take good horse food to tempt it!"

"Or put on His Highness's clothes..."

"Damn it, this is the first time, bullying the weak and fearing the strong - when that dead face was around, it never dared to be so crazy..."

"Don't let anyone stop me, this time I will chop up this crazy horse and feed it to the dumb—"

"snort."

The Xinghu guards stood in formation vigilantly, blocking the way of the approaching people.

The chattering sound stopped abruptly, and all the people who came came to a standstill, looking at the Xinghu guards vigilantly.

Glover frowned:

There were four people who came. Although they were full of dust and dust, they were all fully armed. Among them, the elderly wore swords and shields, and the young ones had spears on their backs. There was also a person wearing a strange mask that covered the entire face from his chin to the lower half. parts of the face.

And their leader was a handsome young man with a long sword hanging from his waist. He stared blankly at the black horse that was being intimate with Thales.

But their positioning—Glorver became more and more vigilant—was extremely professional, spread out left and right, guarding each other's blind spots.

Not a gangster, but a veteran who has been on the battlefield and seen blood.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cohen suddenly screamed, his face beamed, and he rushed between the two teams.

When strangers saw Cohen, their expressions also changed. Some were pleasantly surprised, some were disgusted, and some were surprised and then disgusted.

"That, I know, I know!"

Cohen opened and closed his lips, danced, and opened his arms to the leading youth:

"Let me introduce, this is my—"

But the young man just passed by Cohen's side in a daze, ignoring his embrace.

Cohen held his arms for nothing, and could only raise his arms in embarrassment.

Until he sees the next person.

In front of him, the strange man wearing a silver mask snorted coldly and looked at the police officer angrily.

"mine……"

Cohen's smile became extremely ugly, his arms softened, and his voice trembled:

"--friend?"

On the other side, the heroic young man's breathing accelerated, his chest heaved, and he walked towards Thales step by step, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Your Highness...Your Highness?"

Similarly, Thales, who was holding Jenny in one hand, looked back at him, showing a faint smile:

"Wyah."

The heroic young man—Waya, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, took a deep breath. From disbelief to ecstasy, he caught up with him in two or three steps:

"Your Highness, it's you, it's really you!"

But Glover raised his arms coldly and stood between Wyatt and Thales.

Huaiya came to his senses, and stopped in front of Thales with a sudden stop.

He glanced at Glover, forced himself to recall the etiquette of the stars in the past, sorted out the messy and random descriptions due to the long journey, and bowed respectfully and staidly.

Thales opened his mouth, but only a few words came out:

"Yes, it's me."

Huai Ya blinked vigorously, adjusted her breathing, and turned around in surprise:

"I was talking to the mute just now..."

The masked weirdo snorted hoarsely and turned his head away.

Wyatt ignored him, but looked at Thales excitedly, speaking incoherently:

"You don't know, when you were robbed in Dragon Clouds... Uncle Genard said it was all your plan, but I can't believe it..."

The elderly man with sword and shield on his back showed a faint smile.

"The meteorite inspected each of us from beginning to end...until he returned to Dragon Clouds City covered in injuries..."

Wyatt was incoherent with excitement.

"Until the news of your return to the kingdom comes, we—"

But Thales smiled, very relieved.

In the next second, he stepped over Glover and also the distance between the prince and the attendant, stretched out his arms freely, and embraced Wyah firmly under the attendant's surprised eyes.

Everyone's complexion changed.

"Thank you, Wyah."

Thales pressed his chin on Wyah's shoulder, trying to suppress the trembling of his voice:

"Thank you for coming back."

Wyatt was also stunned. He watched the prince's unseemly and sincere behavior, and had no place to put his hands:

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

Thales took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the trap he was in was no longer so thick and deep:

"You don't know, don't know what it means to me."

Huai Ya hesitated for a few seconds, but he finally smiled, hugged the boy back naturally, and patted him on the back.

"I know, Your Highness, I know—just as before."

yes.

Thales closed his eyes.

just like before.

"Fuck," now it was D.D's turn to be dumbfounded, he stared at the newcomer who was hugged by the prince:

"What's the situation?"

Cohen sighed, thinking of his military career, he sighed:

"The old love is gone."

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