Vol 3 Chapter 607: Code name: Sand King (Part 1)

Chapter 607 Code: Sand King (Part 1)
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 between lightning and flint, 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 hands at the right time, and was stubbornly stopped five steps away.
Many people just realized this and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it over?" Suoduo stared at the prince who was firmly suppressed and unable to move.
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 knew..." Director Joke broke free from Shuduo's palm covering his mouth, panicked, obviously frightened.
Noisy, chaotic, and turbulent, the atmosphere in Ballard's room is finally no longer so depressing.
But Mariko keenly discovered that his boss, Adrian, who was beside his Majesty, looked serious and shook his head at him.
The king's voice sounded, and the room was quiet again.
"It looks like," Kessel stared at Thales who was captured by a miss, thoughtfully:
"It's not that easy for you to commit suicide."
"child."
Everyone was in different moods, and all their eyes turned to the young captives on the ground.
"nonsense."
Thales 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 Marico Pioneer officer who was riding on him snorted disdainfully.
Seeing that even though the Duke of Xinghu failed, he still said unruly and unruly, 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 look at Thales on the ground:
"Prince Thales is exhausted and really needs... rest."
On one side, Ju Ke's eyes rolled:
"That, Your Majesty, it's better to end today's meeting..."
"If there is a need, Your Majesty," the Deputy Bishop Stilianides sighed.
"The Sunset Church can preside over the confession of the lost prince and redeem myself..."
"No," Viscount Connie frowned, looking at his colleagues:
"Everyone, today's matter is about the stability of the kingdom, please be tight-lipped..."
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 was quiet.
"It is a royal housework."
Uncharacteristically, the Duke of the East China Sea turned to the king calmly and without doubt:
"Your Majesty has his own decision."
So everyone looked at the end of the long table again.
But King Kessel did not respond.
Half of his body was in the shadow of the throne, but his head and chest were exposed out of the fire, which made his eyes light and dark.
The king’s silence seemed to have magical powers, and gradually infected the entire conference room, from the ministers to the guards, everyone couldn't help but silence, even the atmosphere did not dare to give a mouthful.
Except for one person.
"Please, father!"
Even though the rebellion failed, Thales' laughter was still unscrupulous, particularly 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 became sharper.
Pioneer 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 took his command excitedly, then reacted and looked up in shock:
"His Majesty?"
"You, what did you say...?"
He was not the only one who had this question, but Prime Minister Cullen looked thoughtful, and Gilbert's eyes sparked hope, and doubts and fear arose in more people.
Only one person never accidentally:
On the ground, from an invisible angle, Thales endured the pain and raised the corners of his mouth.
"I say……"
King Kessel snorted coldly, his voice was not loud, but he quieted everyone unconsciously.
"Canstar has made a promise."
The iron-fisted king paid close attention to his rebellious son:
"As you wish, child."
"let's talk."
When the voice of the king fell, there was a moment of silence in Ballard's room, and many people exchanged eyes in surprise.
Marico took a deep breath and violently pulled Thales up from the ground and pressed it heavily on the table, causing the latter to hum painfully:
"Your Majesty, Prince Thales intends to rebel. Once he gets out of trouble, it may be against you..."
He was not 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 Guards earlier: "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 subjects? 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 teacup 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 King of Iron Fist said nothing.
He just cast his eyes down coldly, keeping the same taciturn, calm and steady, as if waiting patiently for the hunter.
A full ten seconds.
During this period, everyone bowed their eyebrows and dared not take a mouthful.
Thales was still on the table.
He panted, waiting for this compelling silence.
Finally, Lord Adrian, who is closest to the king, sighed and took a step forward: "Your Majesty has decided."
"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 Emperor's Guard!"
Captain Adrian's expression changed, and he shouted sharply:
"Why is Ru Jian waving?"
As soon as this statement came out, including Marico, the royal guards shook together.
The king said nothing, watching the scene coldly.
Marico glanced at Thales, who was being held by him, and swallowed hard:
"This sword is only swung for the emperor's order."
"Nothing else."
Adrian nodded blankly and said nothing.
Seeing this, the officials whispered to each other, but the guards looked solemn.
In the next moment, Thales only felt his arm loose, and the pain, restraint and weight on his body disappeared.
"By order of your majesty, Your Royal Highness Thales," the pioneer Mariko took a step back, staring at the young man lying on the table vigilantly and not irritably, gritting his teeth but being courteous:
"Please!"
Thales groaned and propped 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 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.
With a cold face, Marico bowed in the direction of the king and the commander, turned and arranged for the royal guard to exit the room in an orderly manner.
"My lords, the back chef has already prepared dinner," Lord Adrian said again, attracting the attention of the former ministers:
"please?"
The captain of the guard raised his hand to the door, spring breeze over his face, respectful and polite.
It's like this is just ordinary court food.
From Gilbert Dawthot, from Joker to Connie, the ministers looked at me and I looked at you. They were embarrassed, confused, or worried, but they did not move.
King Kessel's eyes gradually chilled.
"It just so happens that I was hungry long ago! Eat and eat!"
Duke Cullen's cheerful voice sounded in time, breaking the tension and embarrassment.
The prime minister stood up excitedly and arched his stomach. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back to the duke with a naive and potbellied poop.
"Although the cuisine of Fuxing Palace is notoriously shabby and rigid..."
When he reached the door, Prime Minister Cullen paused, then turned his head and took a deep look at Thales:
"But I thought, maybe there is a surprise for this meal?"
There was a voice outside the words, but no one dared to answer.
Only the iron-fisted king snorted coldly.
The Prime Minister smiled, squeezed the guard line and disappeared outside the door.
Joke, who had already been fidgeting, 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 side wearily: "I will take care of him for you."
"This will be a frank, sincere, cordial and friendly conversation."
The boy squinted his eyes.
"Father, and son."
King, and prince.
Can star, to Can star.
Thales snorted:
"Is not it?"
King Kessel did not respond, only his eyes grew deeper.
Shuoduo frowned and turned decisively.
Gilbert was the last minister to leave. He looked hesitant and hesitated, but couldn't help but turn back:
"Your Majesty, even if your 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 Minister.
Gilbert spoke.
But Thales' voice sounded from the side again:
"Thank you, Gilbert."
Thales turned his back to Gilbert and smiled, but there is no doubt: "But according to the standards of the Empire Age, I am an adult."
Gilbert was stunned.
Thales turned his head 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 Foreign Secretary sighed, said nothing, and faltered with his colleagues to leave.
Adrian breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that the big men had left.
On the other side, Mariko took the last few royal guards, while watching Thales, while leaving the Ballard room backwards.
"Be careful, Vanguard."
Thales suddenly said, letting Marico, who was holding the load-bearer, a pause.
"That sword is the heirloom treasure of the Karabyan family," the prince turned his head:
"It's heavy."
Marico took a deep breath.
But before he could reply, Adrian had already spoken.
"Although the sword is heavy," the captain of the general guard stepped forward, sorting out the messy clothes for Thales, not forgetting to tore off the clothes, and bandaging the scratches on Thales' shoulder and neck:
"But it is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."
Seeing Adrian who bandaged his wound, 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:
"What awaits them will be the review of the flag officer, the sentencing of the penalty officer, and the record of negligence accompanying a lifetime resume."
Thales stalled when he heard the words.
His tone sank:
"I am sorry."
Lord Adrian smiled, healed the prince's wound, and patted him on the shoulder.
"I have already said, Your Highness," the captain nodded slightly.
"It is our responsibility to bear the burden of the royal family."
Marico snorted behind him, slammed the bearer onto the ground, and turned away.
As Adrian left for the last time, the door to Ballard's room closed suddenly.
Only the king and the prince are left, facing each other against the backdrop of the setting sun on both sides of the discussion table.
The Ballard room is not large, and it seems crowded and lively when the imperial meeting is held.
But at this time there were only two people left, but they showed a desperate desertion.
"Go ahead," King Kessel wasted no time, his cold words sounded from the other end of the discussion table, if separated from the mountain and sea:
"How do you'born for the stars'."
Thales did not answer immediately.
He first touched the corners of his mouth, which was gradually reddening and swollen, licking Marico's old fist in his abdomen, patted the seat under his butt, and sighed.
He finally sat down.
After all, this seat was taken by him desperately.
Not Gilbert let it out 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 simply understand it, pretending to be ignorant."
"Can Star?"
Upon hearing this surname, King Kessel moved slightly.
Thales finished his tea and threw the precious teacup back:
Pop!
The king looked at the prince's rude and undisguised movements, his expression cold.
Seeing his father's eyes, Thales wiped the tea stains off his lips and grinned.
Well, for this teacup, Baron Quentin must have blamed him weirdly again.
But... whatever it is.
"I said, why don't you just withdraw?"
Thales suddenly turned his head and looked at the void around him:
"Yordel?"
Upon hearing the name, King Kessel narrowed his eyes.
But Ballard's room was silent, and there was no response except the flickering firelight.
However, King Kessel gave a cold snort and looked at his son intriguingly.
Thales 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 star tradition, if the royal family makes a mistake."
The iron-fisted king's eyes are like blades, and he is firmly nailed to the seat:
"Their punishment will be executed by the chief penal officer of the Royal Guard personally-from caning to hanging."
Penal 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 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's point of view, the second-place pioneer Marico is a good candidate."
Marico.
Penal officer candidate.
Thales 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. Both Cohen and Glover can't hold him together-of course, the two big men have no cooperation at all, they are in the way of each other..."
"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 stupid."
punishment.
he.
as well as
People who follow him.
Wya, Rolf, Cohen, Glover, D.D...Thinking of the people who followed him into the Palace of Renaissance in confusion, Thales hooked his mouth.
Just like six years ago, they followed him into the Palace of Valor, didn't they?
The boy exhaled and leaned back in his chair.
"Well, I admit that now it seems that the action is a bit hasty and hasty, and risky."
Thales shrugged, accidentally affecting the injury, and couldn't help grinning again:
"I... pay attention next time?"
But it is a pity that his father still has a cold face, and he has no intention of cheering him up.
"It seems that you didn't learn anything in secret science."
"Still impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame."
King Kessel used four adjectives to complete this sentence.
Thales pursed his lips and nodded politely.
Impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, crappy.
"And do you know how many major things you have missed on this occasion and this time?"
"I know."
Thales 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, and some are dying in despair. "
Thales's expression became serious:
"There are more people who don't know what fate is waiting in front of them."
He met his father's gaze:
"So I must come."
"Must come?"
The iron-fisted king sneered, but there was no smile in his eyes:
"I didn't wear a crown, but a head."
The king's voice was cold:
"Why, do you want to come and get it?"
The setting sun just fell out of the window, and the figure of Kessel V was dark and blurred in the scarlet backlight.
Thales smiled.
Without a crown.
He brought his head.
After King Nunn died, the blood-stained dragon scale crown flashed before his eyes.
In the next moment, the crime of the prison river surged in his veins.
The prince looked cold, his figure flickered, and he rushed towards the king!
Huh!
Between the friction between the chair and the ground, Thales looked decisive, leaned forward from the seat, and suddenly stretched out his palm to the opposite King Kessel!
The Ironfist King was motionless, not surprised, but looked at Thales as he approached indifferently.
Snapped!
With a muffled sound, the Ballard room returned to calm.
The setting sun and fire light reflected Thales' figure in red and blood.
But his palm 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 belated wind.
"What I said, you really are here."
Thales was expressionless, without looking at the mysterious figure that suddenly appeared before him:
"Yordel."
Yordel Gato, the masked guard he knew better than ever, 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 were frosty.
His movements are steady as usual.
Thales 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 desk 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.
Thales curled his mouth. He looked at the mask guard and raised his eyebrows:
"I think, is he talking about you?"
Yodel was silent for a moment.
In the next second, the air in front of Thales was rippling and rippling.
Yordel's figure blurred.
Facing 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.
Thales felt the residual pain in his wrist, sighed, and drove a trace of melancholy out of his mind.
Once he has made a decision, he has no spare time to nostalgia for his 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 ‘Fart Touer’ said."
Ass.
King Kessel frowned.
As Thales read the letter, he absently explained:
"Oh, you know, Secret Branch 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 writing on the letter to extract the main points.
"Tsk tusk, pay tax for substitute service, but also support the standing army budget?"
Thales put down the letter paper, his eyes were bright:
"Congratulations, Lord Sodor must be very happy, Lord Joke is also very satisfied, your wish to expand the standing army is completed, 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, doing complicity, just to say this?"
Thales laughed, his laughter loudly, resounding through Ballard's room.
But the king still looked awkward, just looking at him indifferently.
Until Thales narrowed his smile and said solemnly:
"So, what about the pit?"
King Iron Fist narrowed his eyes.
His silhouette became brighter and clearer under the light, no longer a fuzzy shadow of backlight.
"Where is the pit?"
Thales took a deep breath, leaned forward on the table, and raised the letter in his hand.
"I said, this "Petition" is both flattering and self-defense. It not only has to pay taxes but also abolishes military service. Even at the expense of self-defeating reputation, I must publicly appeal for you and let the nation's nobles follow suit... …"
"Besides..."
The boy squinted his eyes 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 beautiful 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 did not ask questions, but 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, and you have a good relationship with him, and you always have cooperation."
Or... transaction?
"But believe me, father, I and Jen, we have known each other."
Thales stared at the letter in his hand, his expression 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?"
Thales 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 stunned:
"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."
Thales recovered and looked at the king seriously:
"He will not act as a bull for you because of a weapon that was'inadvertently lost' at the banquet, or because of trivial things like the murder of the Star Prince."
The boy's voice fell, but King Kessel's expression remained unchanged, as cold as ever.
As if he didn't hear his sarcasm.
"that's it?"
The king said lightly: "Nothing else?"
Thales smiled.
He observed King Kessel's reaction, and found that as always, he could not feel the subtle expression and movement changes 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 very well, and you know him and understand him," Thales said affirmatively:
"You knew it a long time ago."
"Although foreseeing all kinds of disadvantages, knowing that Jen is difficult 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."
Thales stared at King Kessel, and suddenly there was an understanding.
Nunn, Charman, disaster... still Kessel now.
Receiving the enemy, inspecting the enemy, and controlling 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?"
Thales spoke suddenly, interrupting the king.
"Why does it have to be South Bank?"
Thales 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 army expansion? To make a call for you to reduce the levy? To open the way for you to reform the military system? To pull the kingdom's chariot for you?"
The king's eyes moved.
"Humph."
King Kessel sneered:
"Because he happened to hit the door, because he was stupid enough to reach out to the Fuxing Palace."
Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Do not."
He opened his eyes lightly.
"The reason why it is South Bank is Jen."
"Because you have no choice."
Thales 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:
"Don't you have any other nonsense to say..."
With a bang, Thales stood up, gritted his teeth, and thumped the tabletop:
boom!
"Because of the Western Wilderness!"
Thales yelled and interrupted the king's words.
At that moment, the crimes of the prison river rolled in, helping Thales to roar and shook the Ballard room:
"Western Wilderness!"
The prince's voice fell, and the sound was so loud that candles flickered, and the light and shadow trembled.
West Wilderness.
Hearing this place name, King Kessel's sharp eyes froze in the air.
"His Majesty?"
Anxious pats 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 splashed between friction.
"Because of your first choice and best choice, you have booked the horse that will pull the chariot for you," Thales halted word by word as he slapped the door quickly, exhausting all his strength, abruptly. Born to bite out this sentence:
"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 suddenly!
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—"
However, in 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 iron-fisted 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 sure 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.
"Retreat, Mariko Pioneer Officer." 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 to take the throne and kill the monarchs to rebel if they don't agree."
Marico gritted his teeth, furious.
"By the way, your Excellency Pioneer..."
Thales’ 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."
Maric 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 could not be treated with common sense.
The gate closed again.
Thales noticed that at some point, the sunset outside the window had completely disappeared.
Leaving the cold night.
"why?"
The king's voice rang coldly.
Although there was only one question word, as before, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.
"A few months ago, when I was still in the Secret Branch headquarters of Longxiao City and had a headache how to escape back to the kingdom, Putila told me that behind the rescue plan were the efforts of countless people from the stars day and night. "
Thales' thoughts flew back to Longxiao City, and he said quietly:
"So I asked him."
"Is it worth it?"
"Putila," King Kessel said the name, with a spirit in his eyes:
"Putillai Niman, he told you?"
But Thales ignored him.
He was just immersed in his past in a daze:
"In the entire Star Kingdom, from top to bottom, thousands of soldiers went deep into the desert, and countless officials went forward to succeed. You even handed over the blade Ya camp directly under the royal family, loosening the western front that had been in control for many years."
"Such a big battle and sacrifice are 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."
Thales sighed, returned to the present, and looked straight at the Iron Fist King: "Is it worth it?"
"Good question."
Kessel V stared at Thales indifferently:
"But there is a terrible answer."
Bad answer.
Thales 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.
Thales 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 claim compensation from Iris, and you made a lot of money."
"Qingzhu will be more like you, break the two like you, and be shrewd 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-making business in exchange for an impulsive, stupid, ridiculous, lame..." Telston gave a moment, spit out the last ironically That 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."
Thales snorted and laughed at himself.
"No, in fact, when I was in the Western Desolation, I knew vaguely that you must have another purpose for sending soldiers here."
Thales' thoughts returned to the distant Ghost Prince Tower:
"After a night of chaos in the Blade Ya 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 Ya camp and the Western Front. The princes of the Western Wilderness who are bargaining with you."
"In order to demonstrate the authority of the king, to combat local forces."
The next moment, Thales' smile disappeared.
"But I'm 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 he watched Thales' gaze gradually changed.
"A few months ago, father, the reason why you assembled an unprecedented royal standing army, entered the Western Famine, and joined the local vassals."
Thales' eyes dimmed:
"It's not for the so-called deterrence of the Northland and welcoming the prince back, let alone the so-called recapture of the Bladeya camp and beating the princes of the Western Desolation."
"It's 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 as never before.
"Yes, I underestimated you."
Thales took a deep breath, solemnly face, and called his name:
"Kaiser Star."
"I have even forgotten that you are not a merchant, but the prince of a country. What you think and want is not one thing, not even one city or one place."
The lights flickered, the light and shadow vibrated.
The Ironfist King looked at his son from a distance, but stared at his prey like a falcon.
Thales frowned, feeling an unprecedented heaviness and pressure:
"For your description, it shouldn't be that you must compare the baht and the baht, separate the two, calculate shrewdly, but should be—"
Thales gritted his teeth and looked at the iron-fisted king in front of him, just like looking at the most terrifying enemy in this world:
"It's my own way."
"Very greedy."
"Knock the bone to the marrow."
Kessel did not speak.
Thales 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."
(End of this chapter)