Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 109: Code: Sand King (Part 1)

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Damn it.

This was Thales' first thought, and half of his face was pressed on the cold stone ground, feeling dust and pain.

From the time the prince entered the house and forced his sword to cross his neck, to when he was negligent and was caught by a miss, the situation changed only among the sparks, which was beyond imagination.

The entire Ballard room was stunned, even too late to react.

The focus of the field-Marico tightened Thales's twisted arm, took a deep breath, and reported to King Kessel with excitement:

"Your Majesty, the intruder has been captured!"

King Kessel did not answer immediately.

He just looked deeply at Thales on the ground.

The face is as sinking as the sea.

I don't know what I think.

The royal guards wanted to rush forward, but the frowning Captain Adrian raised his hand at the right time, and was stopped five steps away.

Many people reacted and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it over?" Shuoduo stared at the prince who was firmly suppressed and immobile.

Gilbert didn't say a word, but his face was ruined and his eyes flushed.

Prime Minister Cullen also remained silent, lowering his head to think deeply.

"Oh my God, thank God thank you for the sunset, I know..." Director Joke broke free from Shuduo's palm covering his mouth, in shock, obviously frightened.

Noisy, chaotic, and turbulent, the atmosphere in Ballard's room is finally no longer so depressing.

But Mariko keenly noticed: His boss, Adrian beside His Majesty, looked serious and shook his head at him.

The king's voice sounded, making the room quiet again.

"It looks like," Kessel stared at Thales who was captured by a miss, thoughtfully:

"If you want to commit suicide, it is not that easy."

"Child."

Everyone was in different moods, and their eyes turned to the young captives on the ground.

"Nonsense."

Thyls tried his best to resist Marico’s suppression, sucking in a breath of air between the dust and the ground, gritted his teeth:

"Stop the **** waste of time."

The Maric Pioneer officer riding on him snorted disdainfully.

Seeing that even though the Duke of Xinghu failed, he still said unruly and rebellious, and whispers sounded in Ballard's room.

King Kessel squinted his eyes, and his eyes were about to tear Thales.

At the conference table, Gilbert, who had witnessed the whole process, sighed and got up slowly.

"Your Majesty, as you said."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs was desperate and did not go to see Thales on the ground:

"Prince Thales is exhausted and really needs...rest."

Juke's eyes on one side rolled:

"Well, your majesty, today's meeting might as well end here..."

"If you need it, your majesty," Lieutenant Bishop Stilianides sighed:

"Sunset Church can host a confession for the lost prince and redeem himself..."

"No," Viscount Connie frowned, looking at his colleagues:

"Everyone, today's matter is about the stability of the kingdom, please keep your mouth shut..."

The officials talked about each other, and the meeting room became lively again.

"Quiet!"

At this moment, Prime Minister Cullen suddenly shouted loudly.

The entire Ballard room is quiet.

"It is a royal housework."

Uncharacteristically, the Duke of East China Sea turned to the king calmly and without doubt:

"Your Majesty has his own decision."

So everyone turned their eyes to the end of the long table again.

But King Kessel did not respond.

Half of his body is in the shadow of the throne, only his head and chest are exposed out of the fire, which makes his eyes light and dark.

The king’s silence seemed to have magical powers, and it gradually infected the entire meeting room, from ministers to guards, everyone couldn't help but stop talking, and even dared not take a breath.

Except for one person.

"Please, father!"

Even though the rebellion failed, Thales' laughter was still unscrupulous, especially harsh in the Ballard room:

"A big event is coming, do you choose to be a stupid idiot or a suicidal coward?"

King Kessel's eyes grew sharper.

Pioneer Officer Marico's expression was cold, his knees pressed hard, and Thales' words were chopped off in pain.

Just now.

"Marico."

King Kessel's voice faintly sounded:

"Let him go."

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

"Yes—" Marico was excited to take his command, then reacted and raised his head in shock:

"Your Majesty?"

"You, what did you say...?"

He wasn't the only one who had this question, but Prime Minister Cullen looked thoughtful, and Gilbert's eyes sparked hope, and doubts and fears arose in more people.

Only one person has never been surprised:

On the ground, from an invisible angle, Thales endured the pain and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I said..."

King Kessel snorted coldly, his voice was not loud, but he quieted everyone unconsciously.

"Canstar has made a promise."

The King of Iron Fists pays close attention to his own rebellious son:

"As you wish, child."

"Let's talk."

The voice of the king fell, and there was a moment of silence in Ballard's room, and many people exchanged eyes in surprise.

Marico took a deep breath, and roughly pulled Thales up from the ground, and pressed it heavily on the table, making the latter hum painfully:

"Your Majesty, Prince Thales intends to rebel. Once he gets out of trouble, it may be against you..."

He wasn't the only one who was worried, and the words of the imperial court officials rang out.

"Stay alone?" Advisor Shuduo looked at the weight-bearer sword that had been confiscated by the royal guard: "But your Majesty, at least let Adrian be there to protect..."

"Um, if we want to interrogate, we can find a cell, the one with a fence..." This is the lingering fear of Director Qiu Ke.

"Where are the secret department people? Let them handle..."

"No, today's matter must not be disclosed..."

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, but King Kessel punched hard and hit the table!

The tea cup on the table was cracked and everyone was shocked.

The officials and the guards reacted and bowed their heads in silence, waiting nervously for the king's admonition.

The room was suddenly silent.

However, the Ironfisted King said nothing.

He just lowered his eyes coldly, keeping his usual taciturn, calm and steady, like a hunter waiting patiently for his prey.

Ten seconds.

During this period, everyone lowered their eyebrows and dared not take a mouthful.

Thyls is still firmly on the table.

He panted, waiting for this compelling silence.

In the end, Lord Adrian, who is closest to the king, sighed and took a step forward: "Your Majesty has made a decision."

"Royal Guard, everyone, get out of the room immediately!"

The guards who were waiting for the battle looked at each other when they heard the order.

"Sir!" Marico looked up anxiously: "We can't take risks..."

"The Imperial Guard!"

Captain Adrian's expression changed and he shouted loudly:

"Why do you swing your sword?"

As soon as this statement came out, including Marico, the royal guards shook together.

The king watched the scene coldly without saying a word.

Marico glanced at Thales, who was detained by him, and swallowed hard:

"This sword is only swung for the emperor's order."

"No other use."

Adrian nodded blankly and said nothing.

Seeing this, the officials whispered to each other, but the guards looked solemn.

The next moment, Thales only felt his arm loosen, and the pain, restraint and weight on his body disappeared.

"By your majesty's order, Your Royal Highness Thales," Marico Pioneer took a step back, staring at the young man lying on the table vigilantly, gnashing his teeth but being courteous:

"Please start!"

Thyls groaned, propping himself up from the table in pain.

Grass.

He spit out a mouthful of blood, gasped, kicked a chair away, and sat down heavily.

Seeing Thales getting out of trouble, the expressions of the officials changed slightly, and the guards subconsciously pressed their weapons, but under Adrian's stern eyes, no one dared to make a mistake.

Marico coldly, bowed in the direction of the king and the commander, and turned around to arrange for the royal guard to exit the room in an orderly manner.

"My lords, the back chef is ready for dinner," Lord Adrian said again, attracting the attention of the former ministers:

"Please?"

The captain of the guard raised his hand to the door, the spring breeze filled his face, respectful and polite.

It's like this is just ordinary court food.

From Gilbert to Sodor, from Joker to Connie, the ministers look at me and I look at you. They may be embarrassed, doubtful, or worried, but they did not move.

King Kessel's eyes gradually chilled.

"Just so, I was hungry long ago! Eat and eat!"

The cheerful voice of Duke Cullen sounded in time, breaking the tension and embarrassment.

The Prime Minister stood up excitedly and arched his stomach. At this moment, he seemed to be turning back to the duke with a naive, potbellied poop.

"Although the cuisine of the Fuxing Palace is notoriously shabby and rigid, it remains the same..."

As soon as he walked to the door, Prime Minister Cullen paused, then turned his head and took a deep look at Thales:

"But I think, maybe there is a surprise for this meal?"

There are voices outside the words, but no one dares to answer them.

Only the iron-fisted king snorted coldly.

The Prime Minister smiled, squeezed the guard line and disappeared outside the door.

Jiu Ke, who had been fidgeting for a long time, looked around, shrugged with an awkward smile, and quickly followed the Prime Minister's pace.

Seeing that there are precedents for Joker and Cullen, and the king is determined. Although the other ministers have doubts and concerns, they did not delay. They filed out one after another.

"Your Majesty, if there is any need, any," Sodor looked serious before leaving:

"I'm next door, waiting for the call."

King Kessel seemed to be alive now, and nodded imperceptibly to the military adviser.

"Don't worry, Lord Shudor," Thales tapped the arm of the chair wearily and looked at King Kessel on the other end wearily: "I will take care of him for you."

"This will be a frank, sincere, cordial and friendly conversation."

The boy narrowed his eyes.

"Father, and son."

The king, and the prince.

Can Star, to Can Star.

Thyls sneered lightly:

"Isn't it?"

King Kessel didn't respond, only his eyes grew deeper.

Suo Duo frowned and turned decisively.

Gilbert was the last minister to leave. He looked suspicious and hesitated, but couldn't help but turn his head:

"Your Majesty, even if the heart knot is difficult to understand, please read it in blood, read it in your young age..."

King Kessel's eyes turned like a sword, and fell on the Foreign Secretary.

Gilbert spoke.

But Thales’ voice rang from the side again:

"Thank you, Gilbert."

Thyls turned his back to Gilbert and smiled, but there is no doubt: "But according to the standards of the age of empires, I am an adult."

Gilbert was suddenly startled.

Thyls turned around and smiled brightly at him:

"I can already fight with the sword, marry a wife and have children."

King Kessel remained motionless, but Gilbert had complicated eyes,

The Minister of Foreign Affairs sighed, said nothing, and hobbled away with his colleagues.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the big men had left.

On the other side, Maric took the last few royal guards, watching Thales, while leaving the Ballard room backwards.

"Be careful, Pioneer Officer."

Thyls suddenly said, making Marico, who was holding the load-bearer, to stop.

"That sword is the heirloom treasure of the Karabyan family," the prince turned his head:

"Heavy."

Marico took a deep breath.

Without waiting for him to reply, Adrian has already spoken.

"The sword is heavy," the captain of the general guard stepped forward, tidying up the messy clothes for Thales, and did not forget to tore off the clothes and bandage the scratches on Thales' shoulder and neck:

"But it is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."

Looking at Adrian who bandaged his wounds, Thales’ tone became much better:

"Thank you, Lord Adrian, apologize for me to the guard brothers at the palace gate..."

"They don't need to apologize."

Adrian interrupted the prince, his attitude was still gentle, but his eyes were different:

"Awaiting them will be the review of the banner officer, the sentencing of the penalty officer, and the record of negligence accompanied by a lifetime resume."

Thyls stagnated when he heard the words.

His tone went down:

"I... sorry."

Lord Adrian smiled slightly, healed the prince's wound, and patted him on the shoulder.

"I have already said, Your Highness," the captain of the general guard nodded slightly:

"It is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."

Marico snorted behind him, slammed the load-bearer to the ground, and turned away.

As Adrian left for the last time, the door of the Ballard room closed suddenly.

Only the king and the prince are left, on both sides of the discussion table, facing each other against the setting sun.

The Ballard room is not large, and it seems crowded and lively when the imperial meeting is held.

At this time, there were only two people left, but they showed a sullen desertedness.

"Go ahead," King Kessel wasted no time, his cold words rang from the other end of the discussion table, if separated from the mountains and seas:

"How are you going to'born for the stars'."

Thyls did not answer immediately.

He first touched the corners of his mouth, which was gradually reddening and swollen, slandering Marico's old fist in his abdomen, patted the seat under his butt, and felt emotional.

He finally sat down.

After all, he got this seat desperately.

Not Gilbert made it for him.

And now, his battle is about to begin.

【If you want to fight, you must be fully armed. 】

Thinking of this, Thales raised his head and smiled sincerely at his opponent.

"Oh, I thought you didn't understand..."

The second prince picked up a teacup on the table, no matter who used it, and drank the remaining tea inside:

"Or just understand it, pretending to not know it."

"Can stars?"

King Kessel moved slightly when he heard this surname.

Tyers drank the tea and threw the precious tea cup back:

Clap!

The king looked at the prince's rude and undisguised movements, his expression cold.

Seeing the look in his father's eyes, Thales wiped the tea stains off his lips and grinned.

Well, for this teacup, Baron Quentin must be accusing him again.

But... just leave him alone.

"I said, why don't you withdraw as well?"

Thyls suddenly turned his head and looked into the void around him:

"Yordel?"

King Kessel narrowed his eyes when he heard the name.

But Ballard's room was silent, and there was no response except the flickering firelight.

It was King Kessel snorted coldly, and looked at his son intriguingly.

Thyls couldn't wait to answer, so he scratched his forehead and laughed at himself:

"I... thought he was there."

King Kessel gave a cold snort without mercy.

"Follow the celestial tradition, if the royal family makes a mistake."

The King of Iron Fist has eyes like blades, nailing him firmly on the seat:

"Their punishment will be executed by the chief penalty officer of the Royal Guard-from caning to hanging."

The penalty officer.

Do it yourself.

Recalling the scene where Mallos flogged Glover and D.D, Thales remained silent.

"Therefore, this position tends to favor candidates who abide by the law, are selfless and who are not afraid of power."

King Kessel didn't mean to wait for Thales to answer. There was a threat in his eyes:

"From today, Marico, the second-place pioneer, is a good candidate."

Marico.

Criminal officer candidate.

Thyls recalled Marico's face when he was leaving, feeling the pain in his jaw and lower abdomen, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He had a headache and said: "Yes, Marico Pioneer is very good. Cohen and Glover can't hold him together. Of course, the two big men have no cooperation at all, and they are in the way... …"

"No matter what you have to say next."

King Kessel interrupted him coldly:

"Your folly tonight made the scene extremely ugly: the worst consequences have already occurred."

"Irretrievable."

King Kessel's gaze swept across like a sword:

"The same goes for punishment."

"Including you and all the people who follow you to make stupid things."

Punishment.

He.

and

People who follow him.

Wiya, Rolf, Cohen, Glover, D.D...Thinking of the people who followed him into the Palace of Revival in a daze, Thales hooked his mouth.

Like six years ago, they followed him into the Palace of Valor, didn't they?

The boy exhaled and leaned back in the chair.

"Well, I admit that now it seems that the action is a bit hasty and hasty, and risky."

Tyles shrugged, accidentally affected the injury, and couldn't help but grin again:

"I... pay attention next time?"

But unfortunately, his father still has a cold face, and he has no intention of cheering him up.

"It seems that you have learned nothing in secret science."

"Still impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, and crappy."

King Kessel used four adjectives to complete this sentence.

Thyls pursed his lips and nodded politely.

Impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, crappy.

"And do you know, on this occasion, at this time, how many major events have you missed?"

"I know."

Thyls answered very quickly.

"But I also know," he calmed his mind, returned to his battlefield, and raised his head to face the king: "As we speak, there are still people waiting in the kingdom, some are worrying, some are Desperate to die."

Thyls's expression became serious:

"There are more people who don't know what fate is waiting in front of them."

His eyes on his father:

"So I must come."

"Must come?"

The King of Iron Fists sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes:

"I didn't wear a crown, but my head."

The king's voice is cold:

"Why, do you want to get it?"

The setting sun just fell outside the window, and the figure of Kessel V was dark and blurred in the scarlet backlight.

Thyls smiled.

Without a crown.

With his head.

After King Nunn died, the blood-stained dragon scale crown flashed before his eyes.

In the next instant, the crime of the prison river surged in his veins.

The prince looked cold, and his figure flickered, rushing towards the king!

Huh!

In the friction between the chair and the ground, Thales looked decisive, leaned forward from the seat, and suddenly stretched his palm to the opposite King Kessel!

The King of Ironfist remained motionless, not surprised, but looked at Thales as he approached indifferently.

Slap!

With a muffled sound, the Ballard room returned to calm.

The setting sun and fire light reflected Thales' figure in red and blood.

The palm of his hand rested on the discussion table, but it was firmly restrained, and he couldn't get in.

It's only a few feet away from King Kessel.

The lights flickered, driving the light and shadow to vibrate, feeling the late wind.

"What did I say, you really are here."

Thyls has no expression on his face and does not even look at the mysterious figure that suddenly appears in front of him:

"Yordel."

Yordel Cato—the masked guard he knew so well was kneeling on one knee at the discussion table, clasping Thales’ wrists tightly, and protecting the king behind him tightly.

Yordel did not answer.

His mask is thick and rigid.

His gloves are frosty.

His movements are steady as usual.

Thyls looked at where his palm was facing, and sighed:

"It's a pity, it's almost."

The mask guard lowered his head slightly: On the table in front of the king, under Thales' fingers, there was a crumpled letter paper lying quietly.

On the cover, the iris-like lacquer is beautiful and delicate.

Yordleton was taken aback.

He raised his head, and the deep hole in the purple mask met Thales' eyes.

"Let go of him." The king's voice sounded coldly.

Tyles curled his mouth, he looked at the mask guard and raised his eyebrows:

"I think, is he talking about you?"

Yordel was silent for a moment.

The next second, the air in front of Thales' eyes rippled with ripples.

Yordel's figure blurred.

Faced with this familiar scene, Thales just stared firmly at the mask, as if he could stare through it, piercing the other pair of eyes directly behind it.

Soon, Thales only felt his wrist loose.

The ripples disappeared completely.

Thyls felt the residual pain on his wrist, sighed, and drove a trace of melancholy out of his mind.

Since he has made a decision, he has no spare time to remember the injury.

The young man reached out and grabbed the letter, returned from the discussion table, and sat back in his seat.

"So, this is the letter that "Fattouer" said."

Ass.

King Kessel frowned.

Tyles explained absently while reading the letter:

"Oh, you know, Secret Section has a group called "Prince's Ass"... Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Seeing that the iron-fisted king didn't care, Thales shrugged and hurriedly scanned the elegant and calm words on the letter, extracting the main points.

"Tsk tsk, pay tax as a substitute, but also support the standing army budget?"

Thyls put down the letter paper, his eyes are clear:

"Congratulations, Lord Sodor must be very happy, Lord Joke is also very satisfied, your wish to expand the standing army is complete, everyone is happy?"

King Kessel was silent for a while.

"You don't hesitate to break the ban and enter the palace," the king said quietly after a few seconds:

"Speaking outrageously and acting complicity is just to say this?"

Tyles laughed, his laughter loudly, resounding through the Ballard room.

But the king still looks awkward, just looking at him indifferently.

Until Thales smiled and said solemnly:

"So, what about the pit?"

The King of Iron Fist narrowed his eyes.

His silhouette became brighter and clearer under the light, no longer a fuzzy shadow from the backlight.

"Where is the pit?"

Tyles took a deep breath, leaned forward on the table, and raised the letter in his hand.

"I said, this "petition" is both touted and self-defeating. It not only has to pay taxes, but also abolish military service. Even at the expense of self-stigma, I also want to make a public appeal for you to let the nation’s nobles Follow and imitate..."

"Besides..."

The teenager's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Jean Kevin Deere, how many holes did you leave?"

At that moment, King Kessel's pupils flickered.

"How many traps? How many problems? How many obstacles? How many flashy words?"

"How much does he smile with a sinister heart, but you gritted your teeth with his helpless tricks?"

King Kessel did not answer, but the atmosphere around him became colder.

Seeing the reaction of the other party, Thales sneered and shook his head, and didn't press any questions, just leaned back in his chair.

"I know that since he hired a vampire to assassinate me six years ago, and had to pay you a few bitumen deposits, you have a good relationship with him. The monarch and his ministers have a good relationship, and there is always cooperation."

Or... transaction?

"But believe me, father, I and Jen, we have known each other a lot."

Thyls stared at the letter in his hand, his eyes getting colder:

"Ning to die because of friends, not the enemy."

"The enemy understands each other better than allies."

The king looked at him carefully and was silent for a few seconds before he snorted.

"Interesting, do you know the Emerald City?"

Thyls raised his eyes and shook his head decisively:

"No, I don't know anything."

King Kessel frowned.

"But I know that Jane is definitely not a lamb to be slaughtered."

The image of Jen appeared before his eyes, and Thales was in a trance:

"He claims to be lofty but good at calculations. He never trades at a loss. He looks like a dog in front of him, and he must report back. He is a delicate and difficult self-interested bastard."

Tyles recovered and looked at the king seriously:

"He won't be a weapon that was'inadvertently lost' at the banquet, or that he will not be a bull and a horse for you because of a trivial matter like the murder of the Prince of Stars."

The boy's voice fell, but King Kessel's expression remained unchanged, as cold as ever.

As if he didn't hear his mockery.

"That's it?"

The king said lightly: "Nothing else?"

Thyls smiled.

He observed King Kessel’s reaction, and found that, as always, he could not feel the subtle changes in the expression and movements of the other party. Even with the sense of hell, he could only see an iron wall and a cloud of fog.

But so what.

"Of course, you know this well, and you know him, know him," Thales said affirmatively:

"You already knew it."

"Although foreseeing all kinds of disadvantages, knowing that Jen is not easy to deal with, knowing that he will not follow your wishes..."

The prince is decisive:

"But you still chose him."

"You still take the opportunity to blackmail him, threaten the Emerald City and the South Bank leader, and force him to solve the budget gap for your standing army expansion."

Thyls stared at King Kessel, suddenly there was a kind of understanding.

Noon, Charman, disaster... still Kessel now.

Receive the enemy, detect the enemy, and control the enemy.

But another battle.

King Kessel looked at him, and after a long, long time, he sneered slightly.

"You are wasting my time..."

"Why?"

Thyls spoke suddenly, interrupting the king.

"Why does it have to be South Bank?"

Thyls slowly leaned forward, pushing the iris letter paper to the opponent, softly biting:

"Why, it must be Jane to provide you with the budget for the expansion of the army? To make a call for you to reduce the enlistment? To open the way for you to reform the military system? To pull the kingdom's chariot for you?"

The king's eyes moved.

"Huh."

King Kessel sneered:

"Because he happened to hit the door, because he was stupid enough to reach out to the Fuxing Palace."

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"No."

He opened his eyes lightly.

"Jean is the reason why it is South Bank."

"Because you have no choice."

Thyls fixed his eyes on the iron-fisted king.

"The reason why you have no choice..."

But Thales could not finish.

"Before your people suffer with you."

King Kessel looked bored and gradually lost his patience:

"Do you have any other nonsense to say..."

With a boom, Thales stood up, gritted his teeth, and pounded the desk hard:

Boom!

"Because of the Western Wilderness!"

Tyles roared and interrupted the king's words.

At that moment, the crime of Hell River rolled in, helping Thales to roar and shook Ballard's room:

"Western Wilderness!"

The prince's voice fell, and the sound was so loud that the candlelight flickered and the light and shadow trembled.

Western Wilderness.

Hearing this place name, King Kessel's sharp eyes froze in the air.

"Your Majesty?"

Anxious slaps and inquiries came from outside:

"Your Majesty? What happened? Please answer me!"

But at this moment, the two people in the room, whether it was Thales or King Kessel, had no time to pay more attention to the sound outside the door.

Their eyes met in the air, like two sword blades intertwined, sparks splashing between friction.

"Because of your first choice and best choice, you have booked the horse that will pull the chariot for you," Thales halted every word as he slapped the door quickly, exhausting all his energy. , Bit out this sentence abruptly:

"It should be the Western Wilderness."

"Not South Bank."

At that moment, his eyes turned into the sharpest blade, piercing Kessel's eyes straight.

With a bang, the door opened!

A team of royal guards headed by second-place vanguard Marico eagerly snatched in:

"I knew there would be an accident! Protect your majesty, take down the anti-thief--"

In just the next second, King Kessel on the throne suddenly turned his head and roared:

"Get out!"

Marico's words stopped abruptly.

He looked at King Kessel who was intact and full of anger, suddenly at a loss:

"Your Majesty, I, I thought..."

But the Ironfisted King no longer paid attention to Marico, he just frowned and stared at Thales.

But Thales laughed.

"Father," the prince took a deep breath, becoming more determined of his guess, and couldn't help smiling:

"Why get angry."

King Kessel reduced his anger, his breathing gradually became steady, but his eyes became colder and colder.

"Go back, Officer Marico Pioneer." Thales sat back in his place, and had time to stretch out his collar.

At this moment, although his face is dusty, he looks surprisingly elegant and upright, calm and relaxed:

"We are all decent people, not northern barbarians who kill the brothers and take the throne and kill the king to rebel."

Marico clenched his teeth, furious.

"By the way, your Excellency Pioneer..."

Tyles’ smile was bright and gentle. He placed his right thumb and index finger at a right angle and made a playful shooting gesture at Marico:

"Your Majesty is very optimistic about you."

Marrico was taken aback.

Captain Adrian's hand stretched out from behind, pressed his back shoulder, and pulled him away irrefutably.

The conscientious Marico realized that the dialogue between the stars cannot be treated with common sense.

The door closed again.

Tales noticed that at some point, the sunset outside the window had completely disappeared.

Leave only the cold of the night.

"Why?"

The king's voice rang coldly.

Although there is only one question word, like before, Thales knows what he wants to ask.

"A few months ago, when I was still in the Secret Division headquarters of Longxiao City and had a headache how to escape back to the kingdom, Putila told me that behind the rescue plan were countless people day and night. Effort."

Thyls' thoughts flew back to Longxiao City, he said quietly:

"So I asked him."

"Is it worth it?"

"Putila," King Kessel said the name, with a **** in his eyes:

"Putillai Nieman, did he tell you?"

But Thales ignored him.

He just immersed himself in his past in a trance:

"The entire Star Kingdom, from top to bottom, threw the divisions into motion. Thousands of soldiers went deep into the desert, countless officials went forward and succeeded. You even handed over the Bladeya camp directly under the royal family, loosening the western front that had been in control for many years. ."

"Such a big battle and sacrifice is just to welcome a hostage prince who has been in a foreign country for six years and has been silent for six years and is irrelevant."

Thyls sighed, returned to the present, and looked straight at the iron-fisted king: "Is it worth it?"

"Good question."

Kessel V stared at Thales indifferently:

"There is a terrible answer."

Bad answer.

Thyls chuckled, looked to the ceiling, laughed at himself and shook his head:

"Of course not worth it."

King Kessel did not speak, his silhouette erratic under the shining of the unextinguishable lamp.

Thyls raised the letter paper in his hand

"In six years, from vampire to banquet, I was murdered twice by Kevin Deere."

At that moment, the emotions in his eyes were mixed.

"One after the other, you didn't forget to ask for compensation from Iris, and you made a lot of money."

"Zhuo must be more like you, separate the two like you, and savvy like you, father."

"How can I be willing to make the whole country, spend countless money, lose the military important, just to do a loss business in exchange for an impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame..." Telston gave a sarcasm Spit out the last word:

"Son?"

Hearing the other party hitting him back with his own words, Kessel snorted indifferently:

"Why, are you here to cry to me?"

"Son."

Tyles sneered, laughing at himself.

"No, in fact, when I was in the Western Wilderness, I knew vaguely that you must have another purpose for sending soldiers."

Thyls' thoughts return to the distant Ghost Prince Tower:

"After a night of chaos in the Bladeya camp, and watched the rebelliousness of Wings of Legend, I thought you wanted to take advantage of my return to China and beat those who dared to use me as a bargaining chip, asking for the blade camp and On the western front, the princes of the Western Wilderness who bargain with you."

"In order to demonstrate the authority of the king, combat local forces."

The next moment, Thales' smile disappeared.

"But I am still too naive and immature."

The young man stared at the king:

"Until today, until this imperial meeting."

"Until this letter."

The fire was faint, and Kessel V said nothing.

But his gaze gradually changed as he watched Thales.

"A few months ago, father, the reason why you assembled an unprecedented royal standing army, entered the Western Famine, and joined the local vassals."

Thyls' eyes dimmed:

"It is not for the so-called deterrence of the Northland and welcome back the prince, nor is it for the so-called recapture of the Sabreya camp and beat the princes of the western wilderness."

"It is for a grander, bigger, and more shocking goal that can affect the future of the kingdom and the world."

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes sharpened like never before.

"Yes, I underestimate you."

Thyls took a deep breath, solemnly, and called his name:

"Kaiser Star."

"I have forgotten even more. You are not a merchant, but the prince of a country. What you think and what you want is not one thing, not even one city or one place."

The lights flickered, the light and shadow vibrated.

The King of Iron Fist looked at his son from a distance, but stared at his prey like a falcon.

Thyls frowned tightly, feeling unprecedented heaviness and pressure:

"To describe you, it shouldn't be a comparison between the two and the baht, separate the two, calculate shrewdly, but should be—"

Tyles clenched his teeth and looked at the iron-fisted king in front of him~IndoMTL.com~like looking at the most terrifying enemy in this world:

"It's my own way."

"Very greedy."

"Knock the bone to **** the marrow."

Kaiser did not speak.

Thyls stared at his father, just as the other's eyes were hanging over him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Now, Yordel."

Just when Thales thought that he would not be able to bear the eyes of the king, the voice of Kessel V rang out without emotion, spreading to the void:

"You can withdraw now."

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