Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 118: Legend and Throne

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Thyls walked alone in the promenade of the Fuxing Palace, with the inextinguishable lights passing by his side, reflecting his dizziness.

Along the way, the guards and servants looked complicated when they saw him and avoided him.

But Thales doesn't care.

He just took a step, pressed a floor tile under his foot, dragged it behind him, stepped again, and repeated.

The front is dark, cold and narrow.

And where is he going?

Where to go?

Where?

"Your Highness?"

There was a familiar voice, and Thales paused.

He turned around, looked back from the darkness and the cold, smiled gently, and nodded lightly.

"Gilbert, I thought you were leaving first."

The foreign secretary came to Thales with his cane and saluted the prince respectfully and meticulously.

It's like they met for the first time.

"You know, I will not leave."

Gilbert watched him, with relief and trance:

"Before you and your majesty..."

Thyls didn't speak, but smiled slightly.

Gilbert and Thales’ eyes met in the air, one side had complicated feelings, and the other felt subtle.

They were silent for three seconds.

The people who accompanied Gilbert, the deputy bishop of the sunset church, Guy Stellanides smiled when he saw this, and left them a few steps behind knowingly.

Gilbert gave his friend an apologetic smile, then turned around, and stopped talking:

"So, your majesty..."

Tyles nodded, his voice didn't fluctuate at all: "He let me go."

"That's it?"

Gilbert was surprised for a moment: "I'll be honest, but your Majesty doesn't, no, the Royal Guard doesn't..."

"No."

Thyls did his best to make the ridicule in his words less obvious:

"I guess, your majesty is tolerant and kind, and loves his children as his people."

The two were quiet for a while, and both fell into thought.

"Really," Gilbert didn't care about the small flaws in his words, and the foreign secretary let out a breath, muttering in a daze:

"That's good, that's good..."

Thyls was silent.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that Star Cunning Fox was much older.

However, Gilbert calmly drove the car with the light on and brought the dirty and embarrassed beggar into Mindith Hall, as if it was only yesterday.

"By the way, it's a coincidence."

Gilbert recovered and smiled again:

"When you talked with your Majesty, I felt suffocated, so I went out of the palace for a walk. I just strolled around the Mindis Hall. I just looked around and asked casually..."

Mindith Hall.

Thyls's heart moved, and he spoke in surprise:

"Gilbert..."

The smile on Gilbert's face is getting bigger and bigger, just like his wrinkles:

"The officer in charge of the banner of Gatan, who was in charge of the investigation, assured me: After thorough investigation, the unhappiness at the banquet was only an accident, and the guard servants around you were all right. They should be released immediately and the Mindis Hall will be released immediately—of course, Some necessary'security work' has been strengthened, I hope you don’t mind."

Thyls looked at him in surprise.

"From here to Mindis Hall, you can't get there by just taking a walk."

"Oh," Xingchen's sly fox's expression remained unchanged:

"It seems that I am not old yet, and my feet are fast enough."

Thyls did not speak.

Gilbert suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up:

"By the way, I just ran into Marico Vanguard in the corridor. He and your subordinates—the ones who followed you into the palace, including Wya—are together. I too I asked, he and them, well, got along well and had a very happy conversation."

We talked very happily.

Thyls was silent for a long time, feeling complicated.

"Thank you."

Gilbert shook his head, smiled as usual, and looked back:

"Thank you Guy, I didn't want to say that, but I thank people for believing in the sacred and majesty of the setting sun, which gives the vice-bishop special face."

At that moment, Thales only felt tight in his chest:

"Gilbert."

The foreign minister turned around and sighed:

"And I hope this will give you some peace of mind."

Tyles took a deep breath, only to feel his voice trembling:

"I, I..."

But Gilbert, who has always been good at observing words and looks, seems to have not seen the prince’s embarrassment and hesitation. He just clapped his hands and apologized:

"Oh, my fault, your lord, you must be tired. I just called the carriage, why don't we go back together..."

"Gilbert!"

Thyls had to raise the volume and tried his best to interrupt the other party:

"Aren't you curious?"

The prince was breathing fast, and he stared at his teacher.

"About why I broke into the palace illegally."

"Why... rebellious against the king."

Gilbert paused, the smile on his face slowly reduced, and he lowered his head silently, seeming to avoid Thales' gaze.

Thyls took a deep breath:

"And, what I just said to your Majesty in it."

————

"This is not a joke."

In Ballard's room, Thales listened quietly to King Kessel's words.

"Whether you succeed or fail, if you make a mistake or make a slight mistake, you may be overturned by the horse and abandoned by the car."

"Not only did you miss the crown forever, but also made enemies everywhere, with enemies everywhere, and even your family and life were at stake."

All eyes are hatred, at stake...

The king’s warning is beyond words:

"By then, the precious star cannot save you."

"The stars are so big that they can't accommodate you."

"Even the king," King Kessel paused. He looked at the star staff leaning on the seat with a complicated expression:

"I can't keep you either."

The king's honor can't keep you.

Tyles' eyes condensed, and Ashida's words sounded in his mind:

[What I am looking forward to, Thales, is not your ultimate success...but...you are caught between your own essence and the eyes of others...finally torn apart by contradictions, destroyed by conflict, and regretted Devour...]

"So in case, I mean in case..."

After a few seconds, the boy raised his eyes and smiled a little bluntly:

"You said, Longxiao City will accept political asylum?"

In the face of the joke, King Kessel did not respond, only his eyes were deep, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay."

Finally, the boy sighed and put away the ease and joking on his face.

"It seems that you really have no sense of humor."

The king stared at him closely, silently.

At night, the lights are dim.

Two shadows facing each other were projected on the stone ground, extending between the walls, dark and cold.

There is no bottom.

"That is for me, Your Majesty."

The prince hummed softly and focused his eyes on the spoon in his hand:

"Please, please be healthy and live a long life."

King Kessel's eyes flickered.

"At least the trick is finished. Don't let me go on the stage. Leave me alone on the stage. I can't argue."

At that moment, Thales looked at King Kessel, but thought of King Nunn.

And his head that rolled down a pool of blood.

"Believe me, what it's like to call a curtain alone," Thales lingered with emotion:

"Not so pleasant."

Kaiser didn't reply.

Maybe it is late at night, and the indoor lights have softened.

The light and shadow between the two people no longer intertwined sharply like swords, and they are distinct.

It's a whole body, with light and dark.

"You know."

King Kessel suddenly said: "You could have not done this."

Tyles' eyes moved.

"Keep yourself in peace, walk down the rules, do not show any gestures, do not disturb any muddy water, and no longer act impulsively and behave like at a banquet and today."

"Then you put on the nine-star crown, and the whole kingdom of King is..."

The King of Iron Fist said gently:

"It's just a matter of time."

The nine-star crown.

Tyles took a breath.

This word seems to have magical power, coming out of the air, permeating into Thales's brain, and becoming a growing thought.

"At that time, the entire star will be ruled by you."

You rule the whole star......

The king's voice was long and deep, with indescribable meaning.

The boy squeezed the spoon in his hand.

"It's late," Thales shook his head, driving out the thoughts he shouldn't have:

"I openly violated the ban on entering the palace, just to let everyone see it. Now I want to look back and stage a family harmony, father, kindness, and filial piety, it's too late."

The king doesn’t care:

"It doesn't matter..."

Thyls shook his head: "No, besides, in case the kingdom falls before I am crowned..."

But the voice of the Ironfist King overwhelmed him:

"That's not important!"

Kessel V is leaning forward and he is intimidating:

"The important thing is that at that time you no longer hold back and have no scruples."

"You can overthrow the old system and set aside chaos, put all the responsibility on the iron-fisted king, use my faults to consolidate your rule, and use my tyranny to set off your benevolence, just like after the'Red King'' Xianjun'."

Thyls found that his breathing was accelerating.

"Then, piece together the kingdom to look what you want."

The king’s words with temptation:

"Where the stars are going, it's all within your thoughts."

"Do whatever you want, let you do whatever you want."

No more constraints, no scruples...

Ren Ershiwei...

Tyles swallowed his throat.

In a daze, he once again saw the young man wearing a crown and facing the towering palace wall alone, the familiar and unfamiliar back.

This time, the young man stood behind King Kessel, dressed in luxurious robes and extraordinary bearing.

He looked down at the all living beings in the royal capital outside the window like a chessboard, his posture was calm and his expression was indifferent.

Thyls was choked.

"But, but..." He started to speak, but he was struggling.

In the dead silence, the voice of King Kessel faintly reached his ears:

"When I was young, my mother said it."

"The blood of the imperial vein, only in two places, can it be gilded and majestic."

Can be gilded, majestic and endless.

I saw King Kessel slowly raising his head and looking at the portrait of the famous minister in the Ballard room:

"Legend."

The light is dim, but the historical figures in the portrait are still alive, looking at them with scorching eyes.

It never fades.

Never move.

Tyles pressed his lips tightly.

The King of Iron Fist lowered his head and knocked on his seat in a daze:

"The Throne."

The night breeze swept across the window, and the flames of the unextinguishable lamps in the room trembled, leaning in the same direction.

Tidy and uniform.

There are no exceptions.

Thyls held his breath.

"Four hundred and fifty years ago, the ‘alien star’ that questioned the church’s classic became a legend."

"The king who climbs high will rule the stars and settle down on the throne."

In the cold wind, the eyes of the king and Thales intersected, with a cold tone:

"Which one do you want to choose?"

————

"I, I understand, Your Highness."

Gilbert just closed his eyes gently, but this action seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Thyls frowned:

"Really? Do you understand?"

Gilbert let out a long sigh.

"Yes."

When he opened his eyes again, he seemed to be a lot older:

"Whether it was at the royal banquet or after the Mindis Hall was inspected, you are young and vigorous, you are aggrieved, and you are naturally unhappy."

You are young and vigorous, and feel unhappy after being wronged.

Thyls listened in silence, clenching his fists unconsciously.

This is what Gilbert means for his actions today?

Gilbert tried his best to put on a smile:

"Obviously, in the six years in Longxiao City, you have become accustomed to the way people from the North get along, so when you enter the palace...ha, I know, I have met, the first time I saw Nuen When Wang was king, he almost forced me to jump from the top of the fortress...Northlanders, the way they express their opinions is always impressive."

Thyls did not speak.

But the foreign secretary just looked at him lovingly and kindly, and seemed to be able to tolerate all his boldness.

"Gilbert," the prince said lightly: "This morning, I was able to attend the imperial meeting with dignity."

"I heard my father say, is it because of your advice and persistence?"

Gilbert was startled, and immediately smiled with emotion:

"You know, when I got up this morning, I thought there was nothing worse than a hangover-until I heard the news that you came forward at the royal banquet last night."

He sighed:

"Your Majesty, I just feel that if you and your Majesty have any misunderstandings, there is no better way than to clarify in person."

"And if you want to explain to your majesty about the banquet, then first show your face in front of the adults at the imperial meeting, and I can help you more or less."

Tyles was silent for a long time before spitting out a word with difficulty:

"Thank you."

"Teacher."

"For...all this."

Gilbert smiled comfortingly and waved his hand:

"It is not worth mentioning."

Thyls is in a mixed mood.

He wanted to end the conversation and leave as soon as possible, but couldn't help but blurt out:

"But you know, Gilbert, what I did today has consequences."

Gilbert paused.

"No, listen to me, Your Highness," the foreign minister took a deep breath and smiled:

"Prince Thales is committed to freedom, resists the marriage contract, and pursues true love, so he breaks into the imperial confinement and interrupts the imperial meeting-this is probably a classic love drama that people like to see, romantic and bold, but also with you. The earth experience echoes with each other."

He looked at Thales seriously:

"Everyone, everyone will understand."

Thyls frowned: "But this is not what I want to say--"

Gilbert chuckled, raising his hand to stop his words:

"But I don't recommend using that lady in blood as a guise, um, the influence is not good, especially after she led the great victory of the Northlanders..."

Tyles' brows are getting tighter:

"Gilbert, you know that I want to push the palace and I am complicit in rebellion--"

"Your Highness!"

The always gentle Gilbert suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him.

This surprised Thales.

I saw Gilbert took a few deep breaths and finally eased the distorted face:

"I must admit that I was negligent before."

Gilbert forced a smile:

"For six years, whether it is you, me, or Yongxing City, or even your Majesty, we all have to have a process of re-adapting and adapting to each other."

"Don't do it too quickly."

"But," Gilbert looked at him with eagerness and expectation:

"Since you and Your Majesty have opened up the misunderstanding, the biggest problem has been solved, right?"

Thyls looked back at him blankly, not knowing how to answer.

"As for everything else, running-in or something, we, and the entire kingdom, we can take it slowly."

"Come slowly."

Unconsciously, Gilbert's gaze has a hint of request:

"Just like... before."

As before.

This makes Thales feel strange.

And guilt.

"If not."

Thyls heard his voice echoing in the palace:

"If I break into the palace, it's not just because I feel wronged."

He can't deceive him.

"If my Majesty and I did not open up the misunderstanding?"

Can't pretend that everything is okay as the other party wants.

"What if we can't go back to the past?"

Gilbert fell silent, and then his eagerness disappeared.

"His Royal Highness..."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs took a deep breath and seemed to use this action to build up his courage:

"What happened?"

Thyls forced a smile:

"Let's put it this way, my conversation with him... didn't go well."

Gilbert didn't answer right away. He looked at Thales, then hesitated several times.

"No, I mean," Gilbert's voice trembled a little after hesitating for a long time:

"What's wrong with you, Your Highness?"

Thyls looked back at him, maintaining a smile:

"What?"

"You are not right."

Gilbert shook his head and looked at Thales with extremely complicated eyes:

"Compared to the morning, you are so different. If you didn't see it with my own eyes, I would even suspect that you were replaced by an imposter."

Maybe you are right.

Thyls said in his heart.

"What happened to you during the period after leaving the palace?"

Thyls was silent for a while, and answered the truth:

"I went to Xiacheng District."

Gilbert was startled:

"Xiacheng District? But it's not you there..."

"Yes."

Gilbert was silent for a while and said:

"You are reckless, your lord, you must know that your status is honorable, and every move..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Thales' vague answer.

"I'm afraid of him."

Gilbert was taken aback:

"What?"

Tyles looked at him, smiled, and looked back at the end of the deep corridor.

"When I was still abroad, even though my life and wealth were full of manpower and dangers, I was never afraid of facing the sinister vampire, the mighty natural king, or the fierce Chaman Rumba."

Well, I'm not afraid most of the time.

"But until I returned to my country, I saw him."

He.

Tyles looked at the darkness at the end of the corridor, gradually lost in consciousness.

Gilbert frowned.

"When I was in the same room with him, I always felt like an idiot and a coward. I couldn't help but figure out the meaning of his behavior, guess the meaning of his words, suspicious, and uneasy."

The prince sneered:

"Yes, I know it sounds ridiculous, but, yes, I am afraid of him."

Thyls turned his head and looked directly at Gilbert, his words were painful and sincere:

"But tell me, Gilbert, why am I afraid of him?"

Gilbert just stared at Thales blankly, at a loss, quite different from the usual self-confidence and calmness of Star Cunning Fox.

"Yes, he is the supreme king of the stars, but is he more cunning than a vampire, stronger than King Nunn, and more ruthless than King Chaman? Than every day thinking about my shield of deception, more Can't defend?"

Thyls' eyes are sharp and he speeds up his speech unknowingly:

"On this road, countless wolves and tigers and leopards that are against me are more sinister, deadly and terrifying?"

Gilbert had difficulty understanding such a question, his lips were wide open, unbelievable:

"But he, he is your father, Your Highness!"

Thyls smiled.

"Do you know what."

"In the Xiacheng District, I met a boss who does a decent business. He was absent-minded and unwilling to face a high-ranking police officer who was so loud and nasty," Thales said in a daze: "But I was facing a shameless gangster. At that time, trembling and panicking."

"In the same place, there is an ordinary girl. She resolutely rejected the rich clothes and food promised by the nobleman. She would rather continue to guard the mediocre and petty and cowardly husband, and live her mediocre and unobtrusive Life is inexplicable."

Thyls's voice is erratic:

"In my hometown, a certain former gangster character was unfortunately disabled. He hid in a small hut to survive and threw himself up, but he refused the help of his gang friends. He would rather die than return to the one that once gave him The beautiful brotherhood."

Listening to these words, Gilbert became puzzled again.

"Like you, these things puzzle me."

Tyles looked at Gilbert and became firm:

"But I finally understand."

"The authority of the police officer is not small, but the little boss can do business on the street for so long without any problems. It is not the lazy police department, but the gangsters who have bullied the market for a long time. The relationship and tacit understanding formed."

"The riches and clothes of the nobles are very good, but if this hasn’t changed the girl’s destiny of being subordinate to others, then I’m not much better than her husband—at least she also knows her poor husband and knows how How to deal with him."

"As for that gangster's ruthless character, although his mouth is full of grievances, in fact, he knows better than anyone else that the scenery of the past was exchanged for a body that can fight and fight. If you lose this body, you can return to the gang. Just insulting oneself."

Tyles took a step forward and looked directly into Gilbert's eyes:

"Between what they can do and what they can't do, they all understand: what is in control of themselves."

Gilbert took a step back subconsciously.

"So I thought, probably it's time for me to understand."

Tales stood in the deep and cold corridor of the Fuxing Palace, and spoke quietly:

"What is in control of me."

"What else can you control."

————

"Maybe you are right, Your Majesty."

In Ballard's room, Thales lowered his head slightly.

"Maybe I can wait quietly, wait until that day comes, then there will be no more constraints, no more worries."

Thyls tightened his tone unknowingly, speeding up his speech.

"At that time, I was sitting on the throne with great power. Whether I wanted to amnesty the kingdom or ease the conflict, I could do whatever I wanted, and implement my will, and achieve everything you rejected me today."

King Kessel stared at him quietly.

Tyles looked at the darkness outside the window, his eyes empty:

"As many ‘smart people’ say, if you can’t get used to this system, then join it, influence it, build it, and ultimately, change it from within."

The next second, Thales' eyes refocused.

"But we all know that that is just the most despicable lie."

At the end of the long table, the iron-fisted king's brows moved.

Thyls looked straight at the king firmly:

"Just like you are unwilling to compromise with the princes and nobles even a little bit, even if it actually helps your short-term dominance."

"'Join it, change it'-these nonsense is originally the way it deceives you and deceives you, in order to limit your freedom, disintegrate your resistance, take away your weapons, soften your will, and ultimately defeat All your efforts."

Thyls's tone became more determined and unquestionable:

"If you believe it, you lose."

"Because once you compromise and stay the same, you will be the first to be changed, not it."

Tyles stared at the king fiercely, every word:

"Because you are just a person, a person."

King Kessel stared at the prince silently, his expressionless face suddenly said:

"It?"

The king snorted coldly:

"Where is it?"

Thyls stared at the king closely, as if the most terrifying beast was hidden in his eyes.

"Then look around, Your Majesty."

Thyls spread his hands and asked with a chuckle:

"Where is it located?"

The lights flickered and the night breeze flickered.

The two faced each other in silence.

The Ballard room seems to be business as usual, not the slightest change.

King Kessel didn't look back, but he frowned deeply.

But Thales didn't pay attention to his reaction. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and said to himself.

"Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago. That was the first time I saw Grand Duke Heisha."

Thyls gradually lost her mind, as if returning to the winter six years ago:

"He deserves to be a hero of a generation, with a great vision and extraordinary bearing, he can make countless heroes die loyally."

The young man paused and hummed softly:

"To be honest, you are more attractive than you."

King Kessel's expression remained unchanged.

Tyles is serious again:

"In Longxiao City half a year ago, I saw him again—Chaman Rumba."

Thyls' complexion changed:

"But guess what, what did I see this time?"

King Kessel did not respond as always.

"I met Exeter's co-existing king, the murderer, Charman I."

Tyles continued to speak, his eyes getting more solemn:

"I saw him sitting in the seat belonging to King Nunn, and he began to think, play chess, and lay out like King Nunn."

"He began to enjoy the same pleasure as his uncle, entered the same perspective as him, walked on the same path as him, encountered the same troubles as him, and fell into the same vicious circle as him."

"The chains that once bound King Nunn are also slowly tightening him, and have begun to make him panting and sweating."

Tyles' eyes widened, as if watching the most incredible drama:

"King Chaman thought that he was desperate to kill the king and successfully overthrew King Nunn and completely destroyed the latter."

Speaking of this, Thales' eyes darkened:

"Physically, yes."

"But in spirit, in value, in a larger sense..."

Tyles clenched his teeth:

"He didn't."

The young man raised his head abruptly, facing the iron-fisted king:

"Because he had to be ruled by the values ​​of the born king, imprisoned by his vision, oppressed by his methods and habits, occupied by his way of thinking, day and night by Nunn’s The soul is entangled, thinking about what Nuen thinks, doing what Nuen does, and being in it is hard to extricate itself."

"Until he lives and eternally becomes a slave to Nunn--just like when Nunn was alive, he became a slave to the kings before him."

At that moment, Thales suddenly thought of the Black Prophet in the Kingdom's Secret Core.

He was sitting in a wheelchair made up of those demon vines, relying on them to maintain his life, but because of this he was firmly bound by them and couldn't leave.

"Six years, only six years."

Thyls' eyes were filled with rare pain and fear:

"I’m very surprised and sad. King Nunn, who has been dead for a long time, took his nephew, Chaman Rumba, from the inside to the outside, from head to toe, to eat dry in just six years. Clean."

"Nothing left."

King Kessel remained silent, but his eyes were extremely serious.

"As far as I have seen, Chaman is already a top hero."

Thyls exhaled, full of emotion:

"Since the night of Dragon Blood, he has made it clear: his enemy is not Nunn, but the things that dragged down and defeated Nunn-bigger, higher and more terrifying enemies."

"He killed King Nunn, neither for revenge nor profit, but to prevent another Nunn from appearing again."

Tyles' eyes darkened, thinking of the meeting between King Chaman and him in the carriage.

[Tyles, you know better than anyone else, for six years, the ideal Exter is farther and farther away from me. 】

"Until he himself became Nunn's successor, put on the crown, took his place on the throne, and became the second natural king."

"He was aware and struggling, but he had little effect and was powerless."

King Kessel snorted coldly.

Thyls reacted and chuckled, but the words were sad and helpless:

"Don't get me wrong, Chaman Rumba is still dangerous and scary."

"But as far as I can see, there are not many things on this man that really belong to him."

Thyls stared at his dinner plate complicatedly, watching the spoon sink into the soup.

"He had to compromise with reality and rules, and bow to the co-governance oath."

"From the moment he gave up his great idea ‘for now’."

"He was collared again."

Thyls faint way:

"Become another Nunn VII."

King Kessel fell into deep thought and did not speak.

On both sides of the long table, the king and prince face each other quietly.

At this moment, Ballard's room is extremely quiet, even the wind is no longer noisy, as if this scene should not be disturbed.

Until Thales took a deep breath and looked at the Ironfist King again.

"In the stars, I can't understand your methods and don't accept your will. Of course, I can dormant and endure, slowly and slowly, take the opportunity to seize power and wait for the upper position."

"This may be a more recognized and praised approach. It is the so-called more ‘smarter’ approach that will be praised by history books and later generations-just like the previous two months."

But Thales turned around and hesitated:

"But after the scene at the banquet, I was scared."

King Kessel said lightly:

"Afraid?"

Tyles took a deep breath and nodded:

"I am afraid. In my repeated acquiescence and concessions, in the silence of'I actually disagree but I don't speak', I will gradually get used to it, become numb, and compromise with'it'. "

He said lowly:

"I'm afraid. I will get used to the cruelty of your calm and ruined countless people. I will get used to your indifferent coldness in the face of despair asking for help. I will pay the price for being punished today, and meet again in the future. An Anke Bailar, the next injustice will start to hesitate again and again."

Tyles' voice trembled:

"I am afraid that one day, I will be completely unaware of everything, calmly, and finally lose myself and accept the status quo."

King Kessel's eyes slowly changed.

"I am afraid. When I truly sit on the throne and put on the crown, I will sit back and watch others die for me without burden, without hesitation, and peace of mind."

"And I am not only accustomed to it, but I also feel that it is justified and even worse-as long as someone is unwilling to sacrifice for me, unwilling to die for King Thales, I will be dissatisfied and angry, and think that he does not love me. Not patriotic, it is betrayal, even treason."

Thyls looked directly at King Kessel’s eyes, as if to see through all the defenses behind it:

"I'm afraid that I will become unable to recognize myself~IndoMTL.com~I will no longer be Thales Star, but an empty shell occupied by the'Star King'."

Thyls's tone calmed down, leaving nothing but emptiness and exhaustion:

"That scares me more than death, failure, and loss of reputation."

The voice fell.

The dead silence in Ballard room returned.

This time, the surrounding lights seemed brighter.

A few seconds later, King Kessel lightly raised his head and his eyes fell on the portrait of Halva, the "chief man" on the wall.

"It seems that you have made a choice long ago." He said quietly.

Thyls snorted lightly.

"I will not play according to your rules," he affirmed: "Nor will I play according to their rules."

Tyles looked up, his eyes solemn and firm:

"I will not be the next Charman Rumba."

"Or the next Kaiser Canstar."

Talston gave it a bit.

"It's like my blood has never, and will never shine with golden light."

Kessel V lowered his head and looked at the prince seriously and seriously.

"Go to his legend and throne."

Tyles gritted his teeth, squeezed his fists, and knocked his chest hard:

"My blood, they are bright red from beginning to end."

"My red."

King Kessel sneered.

The air in Ballard's room seemed to flow again.

"Tyles Canstar."

He whispered Thales' name softly:

"Are you really ready to become the king's enemy?"

Thyls smiled upon hearing this.

"You are old, Your Majesty."

"This question was asked six years ago."

Kaiser's eyes moved slightly.

The next second, Thales is serious and serious, and the fruit is broken:

"Destiny."

"Already prepared for me."