Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 110: Code: Sand King (Part 2)

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Thyls turned his head subconsciously and looked around, but the small Ballard room was still quiet and quiet, and there was no movement.

The sunset has fallen, and the lights are faint.

Only King Kessel's cold eyes pierced far away, like a blade piercing his throat.

"It's great."

Tyles sighed and gave up his efforts to find the figure of Yodel:

"When he was outside, he never listened to me like this."

Tyles squinted his eyes and tried to adjust his mood, just like relaxing his bones and joints before the war:

"Just, are you sure he really left?"

But the answer of the King of Iron Fist is simple and straightforward, cold, without procrastination:

"You have a quarter of an hour."

A quarter of an hour.

Thyls was silent for a second.

Obviously, this quarter of an hour will not talk about "positive topics of father and son reunion".

Thinking about this, he hummed and nodded:

"Not bad, you know, the Yankees only gave me two minutes back then."

Kessel V snorted coldly.

"And you have wasted half."

His tone made people feel urgent.

Listening to Kessel's careless words, Thales had to take a deep breath and cheer up.

After all, he has gone so far and sacrificed so much.

I came to my own windmill.

Isn't it?

Thinking of this, Thales put away his expression, his face solemn.

"After the banquet last night, you blackmailed Xiao Huahua—I mean, Duke Iris—for this petition, forcing him to pay tax as a substitute, and calling the whole country to follow suit."

Thyls leaned forward slightly, holding down the letter paper on the table:

"It now appears that you did that to solve the problem of today's Imperial Conference-Lord Sodor wants to expand the standing army, and is desperately short of money and name."

King Kessel turned his gaze to the "Petition" without commenting.

"That's why today, you and Sodor consultants sang and made peace in the Ballard room," Thales said with cold eyes:

"In other words, you have communicated in advance, and he is charging forward, and you are sitting on the strategizing, you should work together inside and outside, and cooperate perfectly."

But his words obviously didn't work.

"Ha, you must be a genius, you have seen through the shady kingdom," King Kessel mocked him expressionlessly, unaffected by it:

"Other adults at the Imperial Conference, why didn't they think of it?"

Thyls frowned slightly.

"Yes, this matter is very simple, maybe even the meteorite can see it, the ministers just don't talk about it."

Or, dare not say anything.

The next second, Thales' expression changed.

"But something is wrong."

I saw the young man picking up Jen's letter and leaning forward softly:

"Timing."

King Kessel narrowed his eyes, Thales stared at him firmly, neither of them spoke.

The unquenchable light flickered, and the entire meeting room was reflected in ripples and shadows.

If you are on the deep seabed, you are subject to undercurrents.

"A temporary accident that happened last night, but solved the problem this morning?"

Tyles speaks slowly, keeping his eyes on the face of the Ironfist King:

"This is a coincidence."

King Kessel didn't respond, as if it was just a piece of nonsense to him.

Thyls shook the letter paper in his hand and shook his head slightly:

"There is no coincidence in politics."

"Either, you didn't know the prophet or even pre-arranged the accident at the banquet, wait for the rabbit, and wait for Jane to hit the door to offend me, so that I can get the handle and blackmail."

"Or, it was you, who had a whim after the accident of the banquet, intimidated Jen to write a petition, instructing Lord Shuoduo to make a proposal, promptly and decisively."

The Ballard room was silent for a while.

"Possessing self-righteousness, making assumptions," King Kessel showed disdain:

"My evaluation of you is really correct."

But Thales smiled softly and nodded.

"This is it."

"This letter, no matter if you have premeditated or made a temporary intention, I still think something is wrong."

Tyles' eyes condensed:

"Until I followed your order and went to the secret department."

At that moment, Ironfist King frowned slightly.

Thyls’s speech speeded up and he hurried:

"First of all, I confirmed that Anke Bailar's banquet was not instigated—at least not you."

The motionless King Kessel made Thales almost think he was talking to the stone statue.

But he knows, he is not.

"If I didn't yell that voice in public, no one would know that it was Jen who brought the murder weapon."

"And putting the contradiction between Bailar and Doyle on the table is not conducive to the rule of the kingdom, and it is not in your interest."

Tyles shook his head, affirmatively:

"At least I confirmed one thing: the accident at the banquet was not your pre-planning."

King Kessel is noncommittal.

He just added a sentence gently:

"Let you go to see the felon, Secret Section, they are still too tolerant to you."

Thyls responded with a polite smile:

"Secondly, you let me go to the secret department to see my mess, so that I can beat me honestly."

The king snorted coldly:

"Obviously you learned nothing."

Tyles adjusted his breath, looked down at the cut on his left hand, recalling what the Black Prophet said in the interrogation room:

[The important thing is not what you did, not what you did or not, let alone what you did right and wrong, but you were there, your position and existence. 】

[Under the power of power, your position is different from others, and the gap is established, then whatever you do in the upper reaches of power, what should happen will always happen. 】

Thyls raised his head:

"Yes, I sit in this seat, and every action is of great significance and far-reaching impact."

"Whether I don’t like to drink, or just eat lettuce, whether I accept a duel, or help the Northlanders smuggle...I should see, know, and treat myself Responsible for behavioral consequences."

"Very well," King Kessel hummed softly:

"Then think about it, how are you responsible for the prince's rebellion?"

However, in the next second, Thales's expression turned serious and his conversation turned:

"But!"

What should happen will always happen.

Thyls paused for a moment and said decisively:

"Someone also told me later: Do you know how many hurdles have to go through from finance to market, from tax to budget, from administration to people's livelihood, from top to bottom, from this end to the other end of the chain?"

Thyls sneered and pointed to the darkness outside the window:

"Do you think this is a puppet show. When the king's finger moves, the street gangsters will start the movie?"

At that moment, the king's eyes moved slightly.

"Who said that?" he said coldly.

But Thales shook his head and didn't answer.

"So, after contacting the royal family banquet, I thought of more."

Thyls said so, his whole body propped up on the edge of the table, his eyes locked on the king.

"In these days, the central government, especially the food and agriculture, medicine, tobacco and alcohol, forging, leather, textile and other industries around the capital, have experienced rare, large and long-term turbulence."

"And that can't be affected by Thales Canxing's behavior alone."

At that moment, King Kessel raised his chin slightly.

Although it was only a moment, Thales caught this detail.

"So I began to doubt that behind the public opinion and propaganda guidance of "The prince is good lettuce, the farmer still starves to death"..."

He took a deep breath, recalling a series of encounters from the banquet to the secret department to the Red Square Street and Xiacheng District.

Thyls' eyes sharpened:

"Secret Section, what do you want to cover up?"

"Kingdom, what happened?"

Thyls's voice fell.

The cold wind blows into the room, the lights are in a mess, and the lights are messy.

The answer to him was a sneer from the king.

"Catch the wind and catch the shadow, make it out of thin air."

King Kessel turned his head and buried one cheek in the darkness, seemingly dispirited:

"Is there enough conspiracy theories?"

A wave of anger surged into Thales' heart, familiar and strange.

"So I saw it!"

The teenager raises the volume unconsciously and speeds up his speech:

"Whether it is the supply and demand gaps in the production of grain and wine, the unprecedented shortage of various medicinal materials, which has raised the price of medicines in the market, or the conflicts between the private gangs around the imbalance of market interests, people in the north want to buy winter food and food. In the face of trade barriers, the flow of people from the frontier to the inland is not normal, but the craftsmen of the foundry industry are constantly being requisitioned by the military secretly, maybe there are more..."

Thyls gritted his teeth unknowingly.

At that moment, he seemed to return to the Palace of Valor, facing the six grand princes of the North-and the grand female.

"All of these, the tremors at the end of the power chain, are not normal market conditions, nor the influence of my'prince is so thin,' but more like some kind of power intervened in all walks of life. A mess in one place: mass production, material hoarding, population movement, goods movement, centralized deployment... but it has to be carried out in secret to cover everyone's eyes..."

At this moment, the king suddenly uttered a voice and interrupted him:

"Where."

Thyls was startled.

"Where?"

King Kessel spoke quietly, depressed and strong.

"After leaving the secret department..."

His body leans forward on the table, revealing his face from the shadows, like a lion striding forward to find the best place to kill.

"Where did you go, what did you do, who did you meet?"

The words of King Kessel were slower than each sentence, but each one was tighter.

It implies the danger of if there is no.

Where did you go, what did you do, who you met.

Tyles paused slightly.

One night affair, Raya Club, Grove Pharmacy, Sunset Bar, Abandoned House...

Cohen, Sissi, Lilian, Tinker, Grove, Morris, Leyoke...

All of these.

His past.

Tyles clenched his fists.

But he took a deep breath, dispelling the faint fear of facing the king, and replaced it with a hundred times tighter caution and caution in the face of a powerful enemy.

"Let me think about...um."

He leaned back in his chair, smiling, his voice confident and relaxed:

"Red Square Street, Xiacheng District."

"Hire prostitutes, fight."

"Men, women... well, there are people other than these two."

King Kessel frowned.

Thyls smiled as usual:

"If you ask the butts, or the butts who follow me secretly, they will probably tell you this."

The next second, the king's brows slowly stretched out.

"That beggar's den, right."

King Kessel hummed softly, as if only talking about trivial things:

"After so many years, you still belong there."

Beggar's den.

"Whenever you are injured, you still run back grievously, just like a cub returning to its mother's arms, crying loudly, and regaining courage there."

The words fell, King Kessel turned his head and glanced at him lightly.

Thyls trembled slightly, he looked at the other person's eyes and suddenly understood.

The familiar and unfamiliar irritation just now, Thales knew where it came from.

The look that the boy recognized the king.

Six years ago, he was picked up by Yordle from the abandoned house. For the first time, he saw this majestic man in Mindith Hall.

At that time, the other person's face also had this expression.

Disdain.

Indifferent.

Indifferent.

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

But this time...

[A long time ago, everything changed when I was taken away by my grandfather. 】

Glover's lost words rang in his ears:

[We, Lilian, Tinker, I...]

[We can't go back. 】

[Forever. 】

The teenager opened his eyes suddenly!

"So, from the above things, I confirmed the second point!"

Tyles looked cold and grabbed the iris letter:

"This letter is not about your accidental intention, father."

King Kessel frowned, seemingly surprised.

Thyls spoke clearly, and the logic gradually smoothed down, breaking through the layers of stagnation when facing the king:

"Long before the radical proposal of Lord Sodor, the large-scale expansion of the Royal Standing Army had been spread out in an orderly but unstoppable manner externally, throughout the central government, and in all walks of life. , Equipment, weapons, logistical routes, and even possible sources of conscription and stationing in the future, are already intensively operating at various levels."

"If you count the time required for the initial planning, planning, preparation, survey, coordination, mobilization, and action, it may have lasted for several months or even a year or two, and the implications are far-reaching, and it is almost war mobilization— —It's just more low-key, more sneaky, without screaming, not declaring war, to avoid market turmoil, so as not to be seen from the turmoil."

Tyles squinted his eyes:

"So that the Kingdom Secret Division had to go around to make up for leaks, cover up the news, and even use the prince's name."

King Kessel's eyes grew sharper.

Slap!

Tyles slapped Jayne's letter on the desktop:

"It can be seen that Lord Sodor's expansion proposal is not only as simple as ventilating with you, but with your approval."

He stared at the king's cheek, and said coldly:

"You, and the Kingdom's Secret Division, you must have planned for a long time and are determined to win!"

The Ballard room fell into a long silence.

"Huh."

A few seconds later, the grunt of the Ironfist King came faintly:

"That said, you are not too stupid."

"At least he is smarter than Joker, who is full of money--how did Bank promote him back then."

Tyles saw the king's reaction and became more sure of his judgment.

He chuckled slightly, forgetting his previous depression:

"That brings up the next question."

"If the letter from Jen in supporting the expansion was not your premeditated plan, but the expansion proposal was not your temporary intention..." Thales's expression constricted, and his voice was slightly cold:

"Then what is it that you did?"

In the face of the prince’s question, King Kessel responded in silence, only his eyes sharpened.

Thyls broke his finger and said:

"From secretly preparing for the expansion, to the accident at the royal banquet, to the letter to blackmail Jen, to the debate on the expansion in the Imperial Conference, all these steps to achieve the goal step by step, some clearly have a clear plan. Be prepared, but some are purely coincidental."

He sneered:

"Could it be said that it is about the great affairs of the kingdom, you can still plan half random, half see calculations and half chance?"

King Kessel responded with a sneer.

"Isn't that what you are doing now," the king sighed: "Come into the palace to make a sound, kill someone to listen."

"Half of calculations, half of luck?"

Thyls's words were stagnant.

He paused, exhaling gently, reminding himself not to fall into the other's trap:

"Then I remembered the prince meeting this morning."

"Today, Lord Shuoduo spoke highly of the drawbacks of conscripting troops and advocated the expansion of the standing army, but met unprecedented opposition."

"Since the Prime Minister, regardless of fiscal diplomacy or agricultural production, most people in the Imperial Conference were caught off guard and unprepared for this proposal: the Finance and Taxation Department was shy and had no budget, and public opinion and morality were not accounted for by the teacher. The shortage of departmental conditions has been complaining."

King Kessel's eyes moved.

Thyls discovered that although the statue-like king was still silent, he was no longer expressionless.

This discovery made him very excited, just like an invincible formation, and finally broke a hole under the repeated impact.

"The conditions and the situation are not sufficient. Even if everyone knows this is what you mean, Shuoduo’s proposal is very difficult to support. In the end, he can only lower his requirements, retreat and retreat, and limit the reform of the military system. Star City and Can Star Private Soldier."

Tyers has a turn for the better:

"So, I’m even more weird: Why didn’t you and the Kingdom’s Secret Section and Lord Shuoduo have been planning for a long time, a large-scale national policy decision that has been quietly spread out in the dark? The royal council said hello? So that when things came to the end, the kingdom was stretched out, and the subjects all opposed, lack of money, name, and people?"

Thyls stared at the king, waiting for an answer:

"In the end, I have to rely on a hapless man who just hit the door yesterday, Jen, to wave the flag for you and provide initial funding?"

Silence.

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes turned gloomy, as if Thales was the problem.

"Why?"

He restrained his superfluous expression and his tone was not good:

"Because you know nothing."

Nothing.

Thyls smiled.

He is more certain of his guess.

"I really don't understand."

Thyls said seriously:

"Your move has been prepared for a long time, openly and secretly, and you have a firm will to implement it. However, because of insufficient communication and coordination and insufficient conditions, you can only retreat and ask for the second order, relying on accidents and good luck to investigate. Missing and missing."

The young man's face became cold:

"Your political skills are too lame and clumsy in this matter."

At that second, the iron-fisted king hummed softly, wondering whether it was dissatisfaction or disdain.

Thyls, shook his head:

"No, this is not you, King of the Iron Fist, Kessel Canxing V."

"This is not in line with your always arbitrarily strong and uncompromising character, nor does it conform to the style of the secret organs that are considered prepared and safe. Take a look at'Dragon Blood'. Overnight, the collapse of the North Land The dragon wailes, and Exter’s internal chaos and decline, that is your classic example of strategizing and disturbing the situation."

Heard "Dragon Blood", but Kessel V was expressionless.

Tyles raised his head and straightened his clothes:

"There is only one explanation."

"First of all, for the expansion of the standing army, you have indeed planned for a long time."

Tyers said coldly:

"The standing army of the royal family, this kingdom chariot is destined to roll forward under your will, irresistible."

King Kessel did not speak.

But sometimes, silence is the greatest response.

Tyles continued in deep voice:

"However, this letter that you blackmailed is indeed a temporary motive."

The prince smiled and said softly:

"Because in your original plan, the horse that was pulling the kingdom chariot for you unexpectedly got out of control and stumbled before the battle."

At that moment, King Kessel moved his fingers imperceptibly.

"So you can only retreat and ask for the second time. You are simple because you are hungry. You don't want to eat. What you have at hand-Xiaohuahua and his South Bank collar are like this. They are just a dumb, lost pony, and walked into the stable silly. , You immediately got interested in seeing the horse, put on a bit and nailed a horseshoe, and hurriedly pulled the cart on the road."

Tyles fixedly looked at his father and pushed Jane's "Petition" to the middle of the table, so that the coat of arms of the iris faced the king:

"Recharge in shoddy, reserve the number."

The voice fell, and Thales waited for several seconds.

Until King Kessel's face, there were finally a few unusual changes.

"Warhorse, pull the cart," the king snorted and reached out and picked up Jen's letter:

"Interesting."

Thyls had a full view of his expression.

The boy smiled slightly.

"But as I said, Xiaohuahua is not a lamb to be slaughtered."

The prince narrowed his smile and said solemnly:

"It is foreseeable that this new fake horse is sluggish and unsteady. The boss is unwilling to pull up the cart and babble."

"At most, it can only be considered inferior."

The voice of Thales changed:

"As for the original, that authentic horse..."

At that moment, King Kessel looked like a sword.

The young man raised his mouth:

"I guess, compared to Xiaohuahua who makes up the number..."

"It must have a lot of defects. It is both strong and strong. It is hardworking and dedicated."

"It must be first class."

The King of Iron Fist did not speak, he just put down the letter paper and waited quietly for Thales' answer.

The prince’s tone slowly rose, as if a story was slowly unfolding:

"For example, it allows you to expand the standing army without worrying about the shortage of money and food budget, without the pressure of public opinion, or even bothering to know the ministers of the Imperial Council, without having to talk to the old fritters’ kingdom departments. You come and I am talking, bragging about it."

Thyls spoke slowly, but saw King Kessel's brows deepening.

"As long as there are three people, you, Suoduo, and the black prophet, only the king, the military affairs department, and the kingdom secret science are enough to solve the problem."

"Safe, smooth, successful, low-key, without leaving any trouble, expand the royal standing army."

Thyls exhaled and narrowed his eyes:

"Or more."

The King of Iron Fist heard the boy's words, but he didn't respond immediately.

The Ballard room fell into a deep dead silence.

It seems that even the lights are frozen.

But Thales is patient.

He is familiar with the battlefield he is in.

The King of Iron Fist was silent for a long time before speaking in a deep voice.

"So, how did you find that genuine horse?"

Thyls stared at him for a long, long time, then nodded slightly.

"I have learned the general situation of the West from many sources."

West.

King Kessel did not speak.

Thyls said slowly:

"I know that since the **** years, the western front has been maintained for so many years. The group of western barren princes headed by Falkenhause are already so cunning and cunning that they have reached their peak. , Even slapped in the head, there is no use for an egg."

"But you also can't risk the world's ill will to tear your face, you can't loose the collar of the legendary wing of the vicious dog, let him go to **** slaughter, and treat the emperor's nobles in the same way as the orc prisoners of war, it will make the whole star boiling. Out of control."

Thyls gets serious:

"So, you spent a lot of money and food a few months ago and sent the royal standing army to the quagmire of the Western Wilderness, which is very unreasonable."

"You are not going to beat the princes, because it's useless."

"It is not to destroy the family, because I dare not."

"Not to go to Qianli Yingzi..."

Tyles' eyes flashed:

"Because in your eyes, I am not that important yet."

It's getting colder and colder in Ballard's room.

King Kessel's eyes slowly changed, he unknowingly left the back of his chair and leaned forward.

"That's right, Lord Shuduo's proposal this morning, how to reduce the private soldiers of the Canopy Star, and how to pilot the expansion of the standing army in the center is just the tip of the iceberg."

"As for the secret preliminary preparations that last for months or even years, it is not just for expansion."

Thyls's voice grew colder and harsher:

"A few months ago in the Western Wilderness, on the eve of my return to the kingdom..."

"You will send the three main forces of the Royal Standing Army, regardless of the waste and expedition of the desert, nothing else..."

As the prince said, King Kessel's pupils slowly tightened.

Thyls spoke softly, using the calmest tone to tell the most thrilling facts:

"Just to expand your royal standing army on a considerable scale after the desert war, in the most urgent and tragic invasion of Orcs and Bonemen."

"You have to seize the golden opportunity that the princes of the Western Famine have gathered together for a thousand years to rob them of their wealth and absorb their nutrients to replenish their military resources."

"Then, taking advantage of the time when the lords were surprised and lost in the battle, they all worked hard to disband their bloated and incompetent enlisted army without opposition."

The cold wind howled darkly, and the shadow of the lamp was shaking.

Tyles' eyes condensed and his heart is heavy:

"Leveraging on the advantages of the western frontline in military control for a long time, we will implement military system reforms on the spot, reform border defense, and re-establish regulations."

"In the end, just like the gift town that lost its autonomy, you have to fundamentally, from the root cause, depose the autonomous military obligations and rights of the vassals of the Western Wilderness."

King Kessel lowered his head slightly, and the lights flickered, reflecting a shadow under his eyes.

Thyls gritted his teeth hard:

"Power comes from violence."

"It took more than 100 years for Mindis III to be able to weaken their economic, political, cultural, diplomatic and status privileges..."

"You, King of the Iron Fist, King Kessel V, you want to use the power of thousands of troops, the might of thunder, the speed of the wind, the momentum of the wave..."

"On this land of the Western Wilderness, the natural military rights of the vassals, lords, princes and nobles since the founding of the country are completely swept into the garbage dump of history."

Thyls stared at the silent King Kessel, but couldn't help but think of Charman Rumba who had faced him in the Palace of Valor.

"Once the accomplishment is successful, the illustrious family like Falkenhauser, and the Western Wilderness family of Weimer Jobalar will completely become empty titles and possessions, leaving their family tree and history in vain, but they will no longer be able to resist the king’s power. A rich man, a big landlord."

"It will eventually expand to the whole country, creating a new normal of star rule."

Thyls quiet way:

"The ultimate step to complete Xianjun's game."

King Kessel did not speak.

He just stared deeply at the second prince.

"All of this," Finally, after a while, King Kessel's voice came softly, "Did you think of it yourself?"

Tyles' eyes moved.

"Of course not."

"Someone told me."

King Kessel's eyes moved:

"Who?"

Thyls raised his head and felt calmly:

"Everyone."

King Kessel was puzzled.

I saw Thales smile:

"Up to princes and nobles, down to the people of Li people."

"Even you."

"Your Majesty the King."

King Kessel frowned fiercely.

But Thales hummed softly:

"Remember, the first time I saw you after returning home, what you said to me."

"The sword."

"And, because of that sword, I will become the Duke of Xinghu."

King Kessel narrowed his eyes.

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head, his eyes full of energy:

"The reason why you are extremely dissatisfied with the sword that I accepted Falkenhausen..."

Tyers said coldly:

"Not because of what has already happened."

"It's because of what you planned, things that should have happened in the Western Famine, but didn't happen in the end."

King Kessel's eyes slowly enlarged.

"Yes, your action in the Western Wilderness failed. You failed to complete your military system reform in the Western Wilderness under rare conditions as originally planned."

"While the horse stumbles, it falls short, nothing else."

"It is because of..."

Thyls raised a finger and lightly nodded himself:

"Me."

The prince's voice fell.

There was dead silence in Ballard's room, all around.

For ten seconds, the Ironfist King did not respond at all.

But his eyes on Thales slowly changed.

From the previous disdain and indifference.

It became...

"Now I know," Finally, Kessel V spoke softly:

"How did you survive in the north."

"Polaris."

Polaris.

Under the table, Thales clenched his fists severely.

He did not admit his mistake.

At that moment, what the king's eyes revealed was deep solemnity.

Unfamiliar.

And fear.

Thyls smiled slightly, speaking more briskly:

"Now, am I growing fast enough?"

King Kessel's brows twitched.

"Is it enough to bear the weight of the star kingdom?"

Tyles squinted at the king:

"Is it enough for me to participate in this game?"

Thyls's tone is relaxed and ridiculous.

But at that instant, the King of Iron Fist suddenly raised his eyes, his momentum suddenly changed!

"From just now to now," Kessel's words were extremely cold, and his eyes were sharp:

"Can these things you said make up for the stupid consequences of your brazenly breaking into the palace?"

Thyls was taken aback:

"Maybe these are two things..."

King Kessel disdainfully gave a cold snort and is unceremonious:

"Then you said these have a fart."

"A few handfuls of weight."

Hearing the vulgar response, Thales was startled.

"I admit, your performance is very beautiful."

"But unfortunately, it ran out in a quarter of an hour."

"Tell Marico Pioneer Officer, I grant him permission to execute the punishment of the prince——because of his guilt of forcibly breaking into the palace, he is rebellious."

After saying this, the Ironfisted King turned his head and ended the conversation coldly and rudely.

Thyls frowned tightly.

Sure enough.

His father is not someone who can easily be shaken by accidents.

Even if I face...

It's his son.

But only a second later, Thales' expression relaxed.

"Do you want it?"

King Kessel frowned.

In the narrow, dark, and cold Ballard room, Thales rubbed his arms and did not look across the long table:

"Do you still want it?"

The King of Iron Fist did not look up, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Tyles took a deep breath, pointed to the letter on the table, and said lightly:

"As I said, Jen won't let you take advantage of it easily. This inferior horse will only go into the pit and it is not easy to ride."

"But, do you still want it?"

At that moment, Thales recalled the tone of Yaozi when he bewitched others in the tavern:

"Do you still want to complete it, and also want to complete the entire Star Kingdom, or even the entire Errol world, which is unprecedented in history..."

King Kessel's expression changed slightly.

The prince’s voice became quieter and more intriguing:

"Reform the military system, reverse the legal system, collect the soldiers of the princes, and the division of the king."

"From then on, let the standing army of the royal family become the only, orthodox, legal and powerful violent armed forces in the Western Wasteland?"

The silence in Ballard's room was restored.

Until a few seconds later, the king's voice also sounded, hoarse, cold, and every word.

"What, mean?"

Thyls clenched his fists tightly.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the pressure that the king had brought to him, which made him breathe heavily, was completely gone.

"If the answer is'yes'," Thales's voice is steady:

"So..."

His eyes and the eyes of King Kessel meet in the air:

"I can help you."

I can help you.

At that moment, the eyes of the Ironfisted King became dangerous, cold, and subtle.

He turned his head and faced Thales again:

"You..."

"Remember, father," Thales interrupted him, feeling that the air had never been so brisk, "When I said,'I'll save you'..."

He smiled slightly, with a spirit in his eyes:

"I mean it."

"In you, the highest iron-clad king in the Kingdom of Stars, I can only grievance Barra to ride on this inferior horse, wearing a rusty armor of copper and iron Chen, stepping on the uneven bumps along the way. , And you have to pretend to be full of domineering look when you go to pursue your star dream."

King Kessel's gaze suddenly became cold.

Thyls grinned and spread his hands:

"Why, do you really think that I am scared of your tattered crown?"

In Ballard's room, the two face each other far away, with the lights and the cold wind being their only audience.

The King of Iron Fist was silent for a while, but shook his head resolutely:

"It can't make up for the consequences of your folly today. The star prince rebelled and forced the palace, you can't escape your sins."

Thyls' emotions sank.

"I know, but that's another thing."

Thyls looked back at him:

"What did you say, father?"

King Kessel did not speak, but stared at him firmly, without turning his eyes.

Thyls was the first to lose in the confrontation.

"Well, I know, it's not the Western Wilderness but also the South Bank. Anyway, you can do it anyway..."

He sighed, left his seat, and walked to the door.

"Then I will leave."

Thyls beckoned back indifferently: "Put me under house arrest in Mindith Hall, whipping or gallows, Xi Ting Zun—wait, let’s forget the gallows, I don’t like the feeling of being choked. ."

Just now.

"Sand King."

Tyles paused, and his fingers stopped on the doorknob.

The Duke of Xinghu raised his head, did not turn around, just stared at the dark and cold Shimen:

"What?"

The king’s thunderous voice came from behind, as cold as ever, and I couldn’t tell whether he agreed or refused:

"This is the action plan made by Brother Midil a long time ago, together with the Military Affairs Department, the Foreign Affairs Department, and the Kingdom's Secret Service."

"Action code: Sand King."

Midil.

Secret Branch.

Sand King.

Thyls grasped the most crucial words.

He took a deep breath, released the doorknob, and turned to face Kessel V again.

"Sand King, Sand King?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes and searched for the royal family lineage that Gilbert had explained to him.

"What you said, shouldn't it be the grandson of'Xianjun'. In the 552 years of the end of the calendar, he was so happy to expedition to the desert, but he suffered a fiasco and suffered a blood transfusion and stained the sand. He was so afraid that he left his vassals and subordinates to dig sand and drill pits. Fleeing for shame, boasting that'invisibility equals invincibility', completely ruined the golden age of four generations of kings, and became the'Sand King' who was the laughingstock of Xilu through the ages. The one with the same name as you--"

Tyles paused and hummed softly:

"Kessel IV?"

The King of Iron Fist was silent for a while.

"No."

He denies irrefutably:

"What I said was that in 553, after being betrayed by a powerful vassal and suffered a fiasco, he relied on a small mercenary corps to survive from the desert, and was desperate to learn from the pain, resisting the notoriety of greed for life and fear of death and profligacy. We must keep the mercenary regiment that saw the money in the capital, pay a lot of salary and provide expensive supplies, and ultimately create a professional army that is not governed by any princes, territories, blood, or service, that is, the royal standing army. The predecessor was the'Sand King'——"

King Kessel sharpened his eyes:

"Kaiser IV."

Betrayed by a powerful vassal...

Leave the mercenary regiment in the capital...

To become the predecessor of the royal standing army...

Thyls was thoughtful when he heard this different biography.

"Now, sit down."

King Kessel said coldly, beyond doubt:

"Let's talk."

Talk about it.

From an invisible angle, Thales exhaled deeply and cocked the corners of his mouth.

He turned around slowly.

"I thought it was a quarter of an hour?"

King Kessel snorted coldly and glanced at him from a distance:

"Yes."

"For you."

Tyles stabilized his expression, took a deep breath, then pulled the chair away and sat down again.

"Of course."

"By the way~IndoMTL.com~Mariko Pioneer Officer is very promising and worthy of trust," the prince seemed to suddenly remember something, gentle and honest:

"But I think, let him take over as the chief penal officer and take charge of the royal family members' punishment, should he consider it carefully?"

He smiled and stared at King Kessel’s expression:

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

But at the end of the long table, King Kessel just looked at him faintly.

"Boy."

"Before I let Marico drag you out and hang you."

The King of Iron Fist has dangerous eyes and a bad tone:

"Put away your smug face."

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