Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 120: Broken wine glass

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"But Your Majesty is not your enemy!"

In the palace gallery, Gilbert was shocked.

"He is your father! You can't be an enemy of him! You can't even..."

Thyls smiles and hums:

"Can't it?"

Gilbert curbed his face and tried to calm down:

"Listen, Your Highness, I really have been looking forward to you, trusting you, and loyal to you, but my intention is definitely not the case!"

"What else could it be?"

Thyls sarcastically said:

"Let me be a prince, do you want to be a mascot in Mindis Hall?"

Gilbert frowned and became more anxious:

"No, Your Highness, you should be the future that everyone is looking forward to, everyone! And you have been doing this all the time, everything should have happened naturally, and everything will happen!"

But Thales just silently looked at the opponent's hand on his shoulder.

Isn't it all natural and natural?

Teacher?

"You are the heir to the throne. Of course I understand that you feel suffocated and depressed, and dissatisfied with the status quo, but at least wait until..."

"Wait until the day I am successfully crowned?" Thales said lightly.

Gilbert hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded:

"Of course, by then, I will do my best to assist you, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how much sacrifice, I swear!"

"Me, Sodor, Joker, Connie, Guy, and many insightful people in the kingdom, we will help you, but before that--"

"Help me?"

Tyles interrupted him coldly:

"Just like you used to'help me'?"

Gilbert paused.

I saw Thales raising his right hand, slowly but undoubtedly pushing away Gilbert's palm:

"Six years ago, I asked you to search for my'friends' in Xiacheng District."

"I ask you to help find them, save them, help...me."

Gilbert was startled and said sadly:

"His Royal Highness, I, I have to blame for this matter, and I can't blame it..."

"I just came back from the Kingdom Secret Division." Thales said calmly:

"You know what, I found that they are not like what you said, because I hate me and refuse to help me. In fact, secret science is very interested in searching for my childhood playmates."

Gilbert's face changed slightly.

"His Royal Highness, Secret Branch has always been at odds with you. The reason why they are so enthusiastic..."

But Thales interrupted him and said to himself:

"And they also told me: In the past few years, Gilbert, you have used your contacts and face to find the Chief Defense Officer, mobilize the City Hall and the Security Department, and gather the security officers and tax officers to deal with the lower city Several large-scale cleanups and raids have been launched in the West Ring District—just to find someone for me."

The teenager looked at the teacher's eyes seriously:

"I am grateful, Gilbert."

Gilbert was startled, not knowing how to reply.

"Until the secret department told me more."

Thyls has no expression on his face:

"For several years, the City Hall and the Vigilance Department have attacked in such a high-profile manner, and went straight off the field, intervening in the Black Street Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle to help the endlessly biting dogs."

"They drive away the homeless, disperse the beggars, and let the powerless and low-level people suffer bad luck. They check the vendors, close the shops, and make the pitiful and honest people useless. They hunt for petty thefts. , Blackmailing local gangs, but let the real **** scum escape. They caught a few black and evil models, serving as political achievements to soothe people's hearts, but turned a blind eye to more heavier oppression and exploitation. They acted hastily and vigorously, but just let them hide. The power in the corner of the gutter is reduced to zero."

Thyls stared at each other carefully:

"They are rude and cold, arrogant and self-conscious, just like sweeping the floor with a latte. They care about movement rather than cleanliness."

"After they left, the already chaotic Xiacheng district only got worse."

Gilbert hesitated again and again after hearing this:

"His Royal Highness, I, I don't know, I'm sorry, if I had known the Chief Defense Officer..."

But Thales can’t let him finish:

"The most important thing is."

"Their actions almost irreversibly destroyed all clues," the prince raised his voice:

"From the abandoned house to the Red Square Street, everyone, things, places, and things are completely different. Now I want to follow the clues to find the beggars back then..."

"Almost impossible."

Thyls carefully looked at Gilbert's reaction:

"It's like, it's like someone deliberately did it."

"Just to stop me—find them."

At that moment, the foreign secretary suddenly changed color!

"Is that so," the young man said in the dark palace corridor: "Gilbert? When you ask the Security Department?"

"Is the secret section telling me the truth?"

The foreign secretary did not answer.

In the air, only Gilbert's steady breathing sounded.

The silence lasted for a long, long time.

Thyls shook his head and continued to speak.

"Six years ago, when I asked you to find them, you told me it was not possible because ‘this is for confidentiality’."

"I became a prince at the National Conference, you still tell me no, "for their safety"."

"When I go to the Northland again, you write a letter saying that you are working on it but the progress is slow, ‘you can’t let the caring people notice’."

"Until I returned, you told me that I didn't find it, and at the same time you advised me not to look for it, because-'You can't go back'."

Thyls calmly faced his teacher, as if telling someone else's story.

There is no answer.

The answer to him is still an embarrassing silence.

Thyls raised his head and chuckled lightly.

"Secret Branch said, for six years, you still haven't been able to find them."

"Because you don't want to find it at all."

Thyls whispered:

"Or, is the secret branch lying?"

But Gilbert just bowed his head deeply, not discerning his expression.

This silence lasted a long time.

"Forget it, Gilbert, whether or not Secret Science lied, or how many lies," the boy turned his head and said in a daze, "It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore."

At this moment, Gilbert suddenly spoke:

"Secret Branch told you nothing, right?"

"You are just to test my reaction, just like you test the Duke of Iris."

Thyls sighed.

The cunning fox of the stars.

"Yes."

Tyles looked lonely.

"Secret Science feared me and didn't tell me anything."

"All I know is that I have inferred from what I saw and heard from the old places in Xiacheng District and West Ring District."

Gilbert closed his eyes.

In the corridor, neither Thales nor Gilbert spoke, they just staggered their eyes tacitly and looked away.

I don't know how long it took before Gilbert finally spoke.

"Sorry."

His tone is exhausted, and so is the content:

"But you can't find them."

With pain and relief, Thales sighed.

The two fell silent again.

"You know, I tried to convince myself, Gilbert."

Thyls faced the darkness in the hallway, and his tone was ordinary, even gentle and friendly, just like old friends chatting.

"Really, I tried it. I tried to convince myself: Although Gilbert Casso is known as a cunning fox, he is in a high position after all. He doesn’t understand the doorways of Xiacheng. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t Will deliberately destroy the clues, will not deliberately prevent me from tracing people, so I used the simplest and rude method in the world."

"And he is my teacher, one of the people I trust most in this world, I should not and cannot doubt him."

"I said to myself, as long as you tell me that you haven't done that before, I will believe it."

Thyls has no gods in his eyes:

"I tried, really, I tried."

Gilbert raised his head when he heard the words, and said with difficulty:

"Your Highness, I, I..."

"Why?"

Gilbert was silent for a while, and then he was haggard:

"In the Scarlet Year, Your Majesty was hurriedly crowned, the enemy was surrounded, and the throne was unstable. The Fuxing Palace had to do strange ways to fight against chaos."

"Morat Hansen has been a close friend of the former king for many years, and he has deep qualifications. The Kingdom's Secret Science has only been trusted and he has been able to specialize in arbitrariness and run wild."

"This was very effective at the beginning, simple and rude, neat and direct. But over time, it indulged your majesty's adventurous wind and blurred the boundaries of the secret branch."

Thyls frowned.

"They now have the support of your majesty, but once you succeed to the throne and crowned?"

"It is conceivable that in order to remain in power, the secretarial staff will find ways to seize the means that can restrain you at any cost. Your past and background are the most criticized weaknesses. Your The old acquaintance is exactly what secret science can't ask for."

"But you are the future of the Star Kingdom and the hope of reforming the government. I can't let the Black Prophet or any unkind character restrain you even a single cent."

Gilbert looked at Thales, his eyes gloomy:

"So you can't find them, you can't."

"Even if it is found before the secret department. Your...their clues should be buried forever, no one knows."

The foreign secretary's voice fell.

In the corridor, even the unextinguishable lights dimmed a lot.

"So, Gilbert, you deceived me."

Thyls said in a trance:

"From the beginning."

At that moment, Gilbert's face turned pale.

But Thales gave him a consoling smile.

"It's okay, Gilbert, I understand," Thales said tiredly:

"Just now, do you feel the weight and thickness of this net."

"Your subconscious obedience to it, its silent control over you, including its influence on me and my vigilance against it, are far ahead of our sincerity."

Gilbert swallowed a bitter face.

Thyls stared at the shadows in the corridor faintly:

"It’s like a student facing a teacher, an employee facing a boss, a wife facing a husband, and a courtier facing the king. If you stand on an unequal scale from the beginning and stay in unclean waters, dominate them It’s not just about each other."

"When we are shrouded in the established power structure, Gilbert, when you have to do your best to not be thrown down by a biased scale, when you are bound to the top , When your choice is only'adapt or destroy'."

"Before you realized it, you completely lost the right to choose freely."

"Unless you reject it, jump out of it, go beyond it."

"Conquer it."

Gilbert's breathing became fast.

"No, my lord, I don't understand!"

Gilbert's voice is very low, almost subconsciously murmured:

"All this is for, for, for—"

"For my good?"

Tyles took the conversation gently.

The foreign secretary did not answer.

Thyls exhaled with a smile.

"Gilbert, have you ever thought that although you are a father and son, why does Wiya always refuse to mention you?"

Hearing his son's name, Gilbert trembled slightly.

"I didn't ask him the specific reason. But I think I know the deeper reason."

Thyls gradually lost his mind, and his thoughts drifted to the Northland:

"Maybe you know, Gilbert, I have a friend in Exeter, or a friend I think I am."

"When she encounters difficulties, I worry, worry, and consider for her all day and night."

Speaking of which, Thales chuckled:

"I'm such an idiot. I always thought she was dependent on me and needed me. I always thought I was protecting her and helping her. I always thought I was..."

Thyls’ smile gradually disappeared:

"For her good."

"But I was wrong."

"Because that is not what she wants."

Thinking of the familiar face, Thales closed his eyes deeply:

"And I have never regarded her as a friend who treats each other as equals, at most just a ‘people who need me’."

Gilbert looked at him blankly and began to tremble.

"Gilbert, since we met, everything you have done so painstakingly has been to make me a good king. For this, you even sacrificed yourselves to help me protect me. I am very grateful. , But..."

Tyles opened his eyes, his eyes clear:

"But I am not the kind of wise monarch you are looking for, Gilbert."

"It's not like my father."

Gilbert shook hard.

"You can’t order a mold for everyone in your heart, and then use all your means to influence and guide them—and you are not at all abnormal, even proud, that it’s for them Good'-just to fit them into the mold tightly."

"Because I, Wiya, or even my father, and even yourself, Gilbert, we are not born for moulds."

Tyles is gentle and authentic:

"That's why, I will never become him."

"No matter how you teach me to be close to him in dressing style, academic system and behavior style, I will never become the next..."

"Prince Midiel."

"No matter how good he is."

Gilbert was shocked and lost his voice:

"Your Highness, I..."

But Thales just smiled kindly, as always.

"You are a good teacher, Gilbert, really. You treat students meticulously and without giving, you give everything you need, and you are thoughtful and considerate—you are really good, so good that I even found Not the slightest flaw."

"But until I met the old crow, I met the teacher Hexer who shook his head and babbled, and always relied on the three words "what do you say" to mix the salary in class, and I didn't understand it."

Tyles takes a step forward and looks directly at Gilbert's red and wet eyes:

"Your biggest problem, Gilbert, is that you are so kind."

"It's so good that students can rely on you and need you, so good that you don't even leave students with the slightest'bad' room."

Gilbert opened his mouth to speak, but his lips trembled, and he could only greet two lines of tears.

"But it turns out that my friend, even if she doesn't have me'be good for her,' she can live very well."

"Even better."

Thyls sighed and smiled unknowingly:

"I am happy for her."

The next second, Thales opened his arms without hesitation, and embraced Gilbert, who was already speechless.

"And I hope you can be happy for me too, Gilbert."

Thyls pressed against the other's ear and trembled:

"My friend."

The foreign secretary trembled in his arms.

Tyles suddenly discovered that Gilbert, who was dressed in glamorous clothes, was so thin.

But in the next moment, the young man restrained his emotions, forced the moisture in his eye sockets back, and gritted his teeth:

"By the way, Earl Caso."

"I don't like your timetable."

Thyls let go of Gilbert who stared at him blankly, his mouth raised:

"It's too full."

The voice fell, Thales raised his hands and chest, respectfully, and bowed to Gilbert in a respectful manner.

Just as six years ago, Gilbert saluted him.

The next second, he exhausted the greatest strength of his life to restrain the tremor, straightened his back, pulled up his steps, and turned away.

Don't dare to look at each other again.

click.

The sound of a stick landing behind him.

Thyls felt a pain in his heart.

But he still maintained his perfect smile, and stepped forward into the unknown darkness in the corridor.

The palace is deep, with faint lights.

But the absent-minded Thales didn't go far, and he ran into an acquaintance at the corner.

"Oh, sorry, my lord," the palace steward, Baron Quentin, who had taught Thales not to waste royal property, rubbed his forehead:

"I, I didn't see you, it was not intentional."

Thyls also pressed his chin in pain.

"It's okay, it's just an accident."

But he was very happy, someone could speak at this moment.

Even nonsense.

"My Lord Baron."

Thyls forced a smile:

"I heard Captain Adrian say that you are unwell?"

"Oh, nothing, I used to pretend to be sick and hide from work." Quentin tugged at his delicate cuffs, wiped a notebook with a cracked cover, and didn't care: "Don't delay things. ."

"Sorry for your burden."

The prince apologized dullly: "Whether it is the wine glass at the banquet or today..."

But Chief Quentin waved his hand to interrupt him.

"You know, wine glasses are not a problem."

"They are not expensive anyway-uh, sorry, I mean, they are expensive, but there are still many workshops and merchants rushing to send money back and paste, just so that the royal family and the Fuxing Palace can use their production Wine glass."

Quentin sighed:

"And I have long wanted to change those glasses. They are fragile and fragile. They always give the little ones an excuse for being slow. Now I only hope that the metal and thick wood cups can be more powerful."

Thyls smiled and nodded, ready to leave.

"Just...why?"

Thyls heard this.

I saw Baron Quentin looking at him deeply:

"His Royal Highness, I have always been surprised, why do people from the North have to throw a glass when they drink?"

Throwing a wine glass.

Thyls was silent for a while:

"You know, even though I have been there for six years, I am also very strange."

The Baron Quentin was authentic or not intentionally:

"Strength, throw, smash, bump, rupture, smash, but what does this prove to show? Extravagant? Tyrannical? Outrageous? Fierce? Powerful? Masculine?"

Quentin stared at him, his tone suddenly softened:

"You know, just use the rare, precious and meaningful cups that have been uploaded from history and used by grandparents and parents. Everyone is grateful, and everyone is happy to drink a glass of wine with peace of mind. Is this bad?"

Thyls was silent for a while.

"I don't know."

"But if I don't break it in Mindis Hall."

Thyls raised his head and smiled weakly:

"Fuxing Palace won't change a new wine glass, right?"

Quentin looked at him, pondering for a while.

"The new batch of wine glasses may not be better than the old ones."

"Maybe," Thales is in a complicated mood:

"But you don't know."

"If I knew," Baron Quentin replied very quickly:

"What if I have seen it?"

Thyls looked at him.

"Perhaps you can't imagine, my lord," the baron sighed, rubbing the cracked old notebook under his arm:

"But I have been working here for more than 30 years~IndoMTL.com~When I was a kid, I followed my father with a pen and paper, taking notes and keeping accounts for every star Solve basic necessities."

The palace chief is out of God's way:

"Everyone."

Everyone... a star.

Thyls did not speak.

The Baron came back to his senses and looked at Thales, with unspeakable emotion hidden in his eyes:

"So, I have seen every batch of wine glasses."

"Every batch."

Thyls was silent for a few seconds and nodded:

"You are so lucky."

Quentin laughed mockingly, noncommittal.

The next second, the prince smiled to the manager:

"But I remember that Hexer, Gilbert's teacher once said a word."

"Under the sun, everything is new."

After hearing this, Baron Quentin was silent for a long time before sighing.

"You know, even if the Canstar royal family is rich and an enemy country," he looked at Thales, his eyes were not without worry:

"You still have to pay for the broken batch of wine glasses."

Pay the bill.

Thyls pursed his lips.

"Yes."

"Really."

The two fell silent.

"Or keep an account for you, Your Highness?"

Quentin broke the silence and patted the notebook, with a little hope in his tone:

"You know, maybe after you grow up, the creditors will give you...free of charge?"

Free bill.

Tyles looked up and continued to look into the darkness under the lights in the distance.

"Thank you, Lord Baron, but there is no need."

Thyls spoke quietly, slightly surprised:

"I still have to pay the bill."

"Or early."

"Or late."