Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 119: No proof for nothing

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"Control?"

Gilbert's eyes changed, but he maintained a gentle and steady tone:

"Excuse me for being dull, I cannot understand what you mean."

Thyls gave him a deep look.

"No, Gilbert," Thales smiled:

"You are the smartest person in this court, so smart you know when to be dull."

The faint lights in the corridor made Gilbert's face sinking like water.

"You know very well, since I was brought into Mindis Hall by you, everything I have and accomplished: whether it is in the name of a prince to make the Grand Duke of the North listen to me patiently, or to let Longxiaocheng cast a rat in the face of interest , Or perhaps relying on status and status to make a small group of people willing to be called by me, including my painstaking efforts to prevent conflicts, eliminate the scourge of war, and assist friends..."

Thyls's smile gradually solidified:

"All these, in the final analysis, originated from him."

Gilbert was startled, and stopped talking.

Tyles continued:

"More from what he represents: kingdom, system, tradition... everything."

"That's why, in the face of Nunn, Charman, and the Shield of Deception, I am not afraid of him, but I am afraid of him and afraid of him."

Thyls took a deep breath:

"Because without him, without him giving me these..."

"I can only fight back to the original shape and change back to the abandoned house in Xiacheng District, the lonely and weak beggar."

Thyls clenched his fists.

He remembered that during the night in Dragon Blood, in the room of the Palace of Valor, Ashida questioned him sharply.

"I just..." the prince said with difficulty:

"Nothing."

It's nothing.

"I know, Your Majesty Kessel has always been strong," Gilbert tried his best to find a place to interrupt, and comforted: "He is too strict with you, which makes you alienate him and even fear him..."

"Stern?" Thales repeated the word, snorted coldly, and shook his head.

"King Nunn persecuted me, King Chaman used me and the Shield of Deception to hurt me--but they all had to raise the knife first and resort to the most direct and rude means."

"But he is the only one, he is the only one who controls me not a certain knife, not a certain order, not a certain threat, or even a direct and clear hierarchy, interest relationship, power chain."

Thyls slowly turned around, facing the shadows in the corridor that the lights could not illuminate, his words were bitter:

"It's a huge net."

"It's called "The Kingdom of Stars" or "This Damn World"."

Gilbert was shocked and blurted out:

"Your Highness!"

But Thales suddenly raised his hand to stop what the teacher was about to say.

"And he is at the top of the net. He doesn't need to say anything, do anything, or even show up. The existence and weight of the net itself, and its airtight shape on all sides, are enough to suppress I bow my head and bend my neck and stagger."

Thyls looked in a trance:

"Until I was bound by the countless silk threads in the net, bound to him, or what it wanted."

"I understand!"

Gilbert couldn't bear it anymore and was anxious to talk:

"I understand, Your Highness! But after all, you are a father and son, linked by blood, and you are his heir. You stand in the same position. As long as you resolve the contradictions and misunderstandings——"

"Unlock?"

Thyls raised the volume and turned around.

He looked at the foreign secretary, with a sneer from the corner of his mouth.

"Gilbert, you are a diplomat, you can untie a knot, a misunderstanding, you can untie the enmity between two people, the contradiction between two groups, you can even untie the war between two big countries Dilemma."

"But how do you untie one-the net?"

Gilbert's eyes narrowed.

"The drugstore owner, if he has a good relationship with the gang, maybe he can pay less protection money," Thales took a step toward Gilbert, rather aggressive:

"But Gilbert, answer me: How does he get rid of the snare? That he is accustomed to being insensitive, and that one-sided stress that people cannot seek freedom and security at the same time, and must give up one of them, thereby rationalizing violence, exploitation and oppression The cruel snare?"

The cold wind penetrated through the gaps, freezing to the bones.

Gilbert didn't react, he looked at Thales in disbelief.

"That good girl, maybe I can find a so-called good man like me, happy and happy ever since," Thales stared at his teacher, and asked for the answer at any cost:

"But Count Caso, answer me: How does she get out of this trap? That she has seen through but has no alternative. The woman was designed and disciplined to rely on and surrender to another kind of person, only to change her skirt Bread, otherwise you will be punished for the unrighteous netting that is difficult to carry out?"

The lights flickered in the hallway, and ghosts appeared.

Looking at the prince in front of him, Gilbert shook his right hand and he unconsciously leaned on his cane, breathing quickly.

"As for the cruel and disabled character, maybe the old friends of the gang can help him with his life," Thales gritted his teeth, his tone of irritation:

"However, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, please answer me: How should he leave this net? That he stays in it for a long time and doesn't smell it, and the one who repeats the strength and weakness decides the gains and the lagging will be beaten. The logical result is Because of loopholes everywhere, there are few twisted snares that have been questioned?"

The stone wall in the palace listened quietly to Thales' question, as always, silent.

Gilbert's chest rises and falls, and he looks back at Thales in a daze.

"Answer me, dear teacher, answer me," Thales raised his voice:

"Use all your knowledge and accomplishments of history, politics, grammar, and philosophy to answer me: how do you untie these traps?"

The echo spread in the empty and dark corridor, like a tiny stone, thrown into the endless stream of pitch black.

"Your Highness," Gilbert was worried and anxious:

"I don't understand, what you are talking about and us--"

But Thales interrupted him.

"Last night."

The prince stared closely at the foreign minister:

"I, the Duke of Star Lake, Prince Thales, I stood at the highest point of Mindis Hall, but I still felt helpless and crumbling, but I was not allowed to even turn my head and give up after retreating. Because I belong The net of mine has already tied me firmly and airtight."

Hearing these words, Gilbert's expression dimmed.

"In that snare, I can only watch two living people fight to death in front of me for ridiculous reasons, sitting helplessly as my subordinates sacrifice their lives, just because it conforms to the position of'I'. The interests of the kingdom are in line with the best ending."

The scene at the banquet flashed in front of Thales:

"And as long as I resist a little bit and tear, just like last night, appealing to my humanity instead of interests, and testing on the edge of apostasy, I will immediately provoke this snare of ruthless punishment from top to bottom. It may force me to bow my head and be a good prince, or wipe me out and turn me into a historical legend."

Legend and Throne.

Legend, or throne.

That is all his choice.

"Gilbert, can you feel it?"

Thyls feels bitter:

"Can you feel this, there is no trace but everywhere in our lives, but despair is suppressed to the snare that makes people unable to breathe?"

"It is so irresistible and imperceptible that even the strongest, smartest and most transparent person I have ever seen will unknowingly become its most faithful and well-behaved slave."

Gilbert remained silent, falling into bitter contemplation.

"This, Gilbert, is what has always scared me."

Tyles took a deep breath and took two steps back, rubbing his forehead vigorously.

"As Jayne said: I returned to the stars, but I got more than the shade of the kingdom."

"It is the shadow of the throne."

The two fell silent.

It seems that after a century, Gilbert let out a long sigh, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were obvious.

"I understand, Thales."

He is cautious, like comforting a wounded little beast:

"I understand that Prince Star is not an easy title. The same is true for Duke Xinghu and heir to the throne. You not only have to bear your own life, but also the future of the entire kingdom, but you have done well... …"

"I also know that our kingdom is very complicated. It is not perfect, but imperfect, and sometimes bad. We can only do our best to make up for and correct it as much as possible."

"And this requires your wisdom, but before that, you have to hold the power and occupy a high position to be qualified and qualified to negotiate and resolve..."

Tyles tightened his lips and shook his head.

No.

He didn't understand.

Just like everyone else.

Gilbert continued with hopeful words:

"But I swear, swear by my reputation and responsibility, I will do my best, today’s things will not happen again, I will advise your Majesty, and he will give you more time, more freedom and room, More..."

"I have seen it, Gilbert." Thales interrupted in a low voice.

"I saw how you walked cautiously on thin ice at the Imperial Conference, in the king and the prime minister, in finances and military affairs, in moderation and radicalization, and in balancing humanity and interests."

Gilbert was startled.

Thyls smiled sarcastically:

"Even if you are a royalist, you don’t agree with the king, at least you don’t approve of his methods and means of doing things—radical, domineering, unkind, arousing grievances, and nothing like Prince Midil's heavy lifting. ."

Gilbert's complexion tightened slightly:

"No, Your Highness, this is a strong guess..."

Thyls shook his head, but his eyes were firm:

"But there is nothing you can do."

"Because of you, Gilbert Casso, the creator of the "Fortress Peace Treaty", went north alone and forced the Xilu cunning fox of the 100,000 tigers and wolves back, because you, like me, are also here. In the net, under its control, but unable to resist."

The foreign secretary was stunned.

"Just to ensure that you are seated in the Imperial Conference, just to protect yourself from falling on a biased scale, and to maintain yourself from being assimilated by it, you have exhausted your life's wisdom and strength. "

Tyles stared at him, stretched out his hands and clasped Gilbert's shoulders:

"Let’s leave it to myself, to my dreams and ambitions."

Gilbert's brows trembled.

Thyls slowly clenched his palm, gritted his teeth:

"So when you discovered me for the first time six years ago, and discovered that the King of Stars might have another candidate, you were so excited as to obtain the treasure, and worked so hard to be a minister, and did it for me. Many things."

"Because you count on me one day..."

"Replace him."

At that moment, Gilbert suddenly raised his head, shocked in his eyes!

Thyls smiled:

"Isn't it?"

The silence, suffocating silence, lasted for three full seconds.

The next moment, Gilbert reacted, instinctively backed off in a startled, and got rid of Thales' palm.

Thyls stared at him, raising his hands flat, but there was nothing in his palms.

Gilbert looked at the student in front of him in amazement, as if he never knew the boy again.

"You should be happy, teacher."

"Because I will," Thales put away his disappointment and looked down at his empty palm. The scars on it became more obvious:

"From now on."

Gilbert changed color suddenly.

"Hall, Your Highness?"

What did he realize, he quickly stepped forward and took one of Thales' shoulders again:

"What are you talking about, what are you going to do?"

Thyls smiled.

"Gilbert, do you know why I can come out unscathed after doing such a defiant move?"

"Do you know, what is the most interesting thing about this snare we are in?"

Facing Gilbert's shocked eyes and feeling the heaviness on his shoulders, Thales looked behind him, towards the dark corridor leading to Ballard's room.

"That is: In this country, the person who is bound tighter, deeper, heavier, and less able to extricate himself is not me, nor you."

The young man still smiles, his eyes are cold:

"And someone else."

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"How do I trust you?"

In the Ballard room, King Kessel started eating again, his voice faintly sounded, a bit less sharp, but more cold:

"How do I know what you say is true?"

On the other side of the discussion table, Thales was expressionless, quietly listening to the other's progress:

"How do I know that you really want to use it for me, instead of secretly strengthening yourself, accumulating fame, and gathering support?"

"How do I know that this action is not to feed a tiger and make you a threat like never before?"

"How do I know that you will not profit from chaos, take advantage of the situation, and finally fight back..."

In the next second, the words of King Kessel were chilly, and the murderous opportunity suddenly appeared:

"Replace me?"

At this moment, the narrow chamber seemed to be even narrower, and there was no room for movement.

Thyls sneered, only to find it extremely absurd:

"It's all about this, are you still worried about this?"

The king picked up a piece of meat with a fork and squinted his eyes:

"You can deceive a prince like Falkenhauser, and naturally you can deceive me."

"And how do you win the trust of me and ensure that you will perform your duties and become my sharpest sword, the most loyal chess piece, and the most trusted trump card?"

Thyls was silent for a while.

At this moment, he finally found that he was sitting in the same room with King Kessel.

Just like what he used to threaten the black prophet in the secret.

He faces the Ironfist King alone.

Face to face.

King vs. King.

Can star to star.

How much did he sacrifice for this moment?

How much will you lose?

Finally, the young man took a deep breath and looked straight towards the king:

"First of all, no matter what my intentions are, facts speak louder than words, and the process and reality are not deceptive. Your power and interests will tangibly expand and grow in our cooperation."

"For example, this time, I will tell the princes of the western famine to cut their soldiers and pay taxes to support the expansion of the standing army."

King Kessel did not answer--but Thales, who had fought him many times, gradually figured out that this was the opponent's best answer.

"Secondly, if you are worried that I will walk all the way to the dark, you are really struggling with the non-subjects and turning into the enemy..."

Thyls has a calm tone and whispers:

"I believe that you know why I made this proposal and embarked on this path."

"Meeting you in battle, fighting with blood, so that the kingdom was destroyed, and sacrificed countless. That is contrary to my original intention, and it is the situation I least want to see."

King Kessel snorted, not discerning his emotions.

"The third, as you said, there is a price for me to take this step."

Thyls keeps his eyes on:

"If I still want to go back to the Fuxing Palace, walk into the king’s base camp that regards me as an enemy, and also want to be safe, peaceful, elegant, and wear a crown to inherit the throne without bloodshed or murder, and I want to guarantee my head The class is on my own shoulders, so I have to count on your endorsement and recognition at the last moment-only with the king, I can not be smashed by the audience."

This time, King Kessel frowned slightly and remained silent for a long time.

"But if you are not betraying and betraying on the bright side, and charcoal," the iron-fisted king turned his eyes:

"But imitating your dearest northern friend, secretly conspiring and making a sudden blow?"

His northern friend.

Thinking of the old sword of Rumba and the head of King Nunn that fell to the ground, Thales frowned.

"As experienced as you, but also afraid of assassins?" Thales said ironically.

King Kessel's knife and fork stuck in the air.

"You know, Yordel is gone," the king started eating again, his voice as usual, as if he didn't care: "Now I want to take my head..."

"It's too late"

Yordel is gone.

Tyles' heart sank.

"Something else."

The prince looked at the cold food before him, and said lightly:

"This spoon...is not worthy of hand."

King Kessel also sneered.

"Even if you are really confused by lard at the moment, you really want to do this..."

The king said slowly:

"But how can you guarantee that in the future, once the situation changes and time passes, you can still keep your promises, keep the promises in mind, cut through the thorns and punish evil for me?"

Overcome obstacles, punish traitors and eliminate evil.

Thyls sneered in his heart.

"I don't know."

The young man did not show weakness, and fought back decisively:

"I cannot guarantee what hasn't happened yet, and I don't want to say anything pretty that doesn't change my original intention."

King Kessel frowned.

Until Thales changed his words:

"But it depends on you."

The king's eyes moved: "What?"

"Like me, there is a price for you to take this step."

Thyls leaned forward, threatening:

"If you don't want to be disgusted and betrayed by me one day~IndoMTL.com~I don't want to be forced to launch a civil war one day, against the rebels, don't want me to do my best to launch the kingdom's heroes against you."

"Then you'd better come on stage with me, cooperate with the performance, and call the curtain together."

King Kessel listened quietly.

"Don't be a stage tyrant, don't cut corners, don't tamper with the script, or even try to frame the drama."

"As long as you don't get out of the car first, I'll be safe and sound, and I'll overcome all obstacles. Just as I don't regret it halfway, you will abide by the rules and give me the throne at the end."

The king's eyebrows moved: "What you want to say is..."

"The essence of politics is the binding of interests."

Tyers said coldly:

"I think we all admit that this cooperation is just getting what we need, and it is destined to not be smooth sailing, dear sincere."

The next second, Thales' eyes were cold and his tone of voice was stern: "But we understand the nature of each other better: whoever repents and betrayed first, whoever turns his face first..."

"The other party can make him pay an unimaginable price."

Looking at Thales' expression, the corners of the king's mouth slowly curled up.

"We are tied together on this tank."

Tels affirmed:

"We ourselves are each other's guarantee."

This time, the Ballard room was quiet for a long time.

Just when Thales thought that the unextinguished light would be extinguished, the king’s heavy voice finally sounded:

"Not enough."

Thyls' eyebrows moved.

On the opposite side of the long table, the Iron Fist King pushed away the dinner plate and knife and fork.

"Do you want to be the enemy of the king?"

For the first time, Kessel Canxing, who has always been stern and stern, raised his head and showed the boy a bright, indifferent smile that the latter had never seen before:

"There is no proof for nothing."