Conspiracy and tricks, sin and ugliness, many of them were born in the secret chambers in the dark.

But conspiracies can also be created in broad daylight.

For example now.

On the afternoon of November 16, in a wide horse farm, a fat and fat elderly nobleman, wearing a thick mink shawl, lowered his head and frowned under a parasol.

While watching the training of several horse trainers in the field, he listened tremblingly to the words of another nobleman on his left hand.

After a while, he sighed slowly and looked at a disobedient horse in the distance, with the corner of his mouth folded.

"What kind of royal secret treasure is missing that is worthy of our respect for His Majesty's indefinite blockade of Mindex Hall? What a pity, I plan to go to Mindex Hall next week to visit Master Colvin's last works."

The nobles around him were younger and slim, with a comfortable expression. They naturally and easily grabbed the agarwood pipe in their hands and took a deep breath.

"Also, Kilbert rushed to Mindish Hall overnight to report to His Majesty the situation of the gangsters in the lower city." He said happily while spitting out smoke rings.

"Really? When did His Majesty, the Respected Iron Fist King, have you ever cared about the life and death of the untouchables in the Lower City? If His Majesty had half the kindness and kindness of the former King Eddie to his people-" The fat and elderly nobleman touched his thigh with heartache-the untamed horse fell on his front hooves.

“—Then why should we meet at the horse training ground?”

"The King's Party must be planning something, I can guarantee that it will never be a trivial matter - maybe it can turn the tables in one fell swoop." The young nobleman smoking a pipe looked bright.

"Mindish Hall is really a good place. I lost the royal secret treasure - I hope it is not the paintings of Master Colvin - I believe that there must be a warning there." The elderly noble suddenly said something without any end.

But the young noble nodded with clarity: "And I have news that Kilbert was ordered to find out the truth about the theft, and will frequently investigate Mindish Hall recently - with that man here, even the white eagle can't start."

"We can test, but we can't go too far - we have to use other methods to disrupt their stance."

The young nobles inhale another mouthful of top-quality Fesora tobacco that produces only six hundred pounds a year, feel it intoxicatedly for a moment, and then exhale a perfect smoke ring.

"The Exeter Envoy will arrive in the country next month," at this time, the old nobleman showed sincere concern on his face, "Alas, the peace between Xingchen and Exeter is hard-won after all."

"Yes," compared to his predecessors, the young nobles were unable to hold back their anger, and their sharpness and spirit were revealed in him: "If the envoys have an accident within the country, facing domestic and foreign pressure, our Majesty will probably be very passive."

"If your Majesty is not dealing with it properly," the old nobleman looked at the horses in the distance and got up. He breathed a sigh of relief. He took a sip of tea and said helplessly: "Oh, indeed, countries like ours, with hereditary throne, are behind."

Both of them were silent for a while.

The elderly nobleman moved his body and asked casually: "What's going on in the West Ring District?"

"Don't ask me, sir, you know I hate magicians the most."

"Well, then let's talk about the Black Street Brotherhood?"

"Those guys still don't let go," the young nobleman's face suddenly became unhappy. "It's only been ten years since they have such a big tone. I believe that their confidence in their backers is more than that in our "new stars."

"Don't underestimate young people."

The elderly grinned helplessly, with shrewdness and sharpness in their eyes:

"Children are scared - that's scary."

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Compared to a quick glance from last night to dawn, the Mindish Hall that Tailes saw in the afternoon seemed larger, more gorgeous, and of course, more empty.

The first floor is a conference living room, a large banquet hall and an open-air garden, equipped with a large kitchen and basement inventory, and even an army storage.

In addition to the open-air balcony that can enjoy the outdoor garden ("For your safety reasons, I do not recommend that you appear on the balcony or outdoor within a month." - Kilbert), the large second floor has three large rooms with different functions, a noble banquet hall, a council hall, a game room and large and small rooms.

Although the corridors and entrances and exits from the first to the second floor are standing in accordance with the rule of ten steps and whistle, they are full of majestic armor guards, with their faces hidden behind the cover helmets, and everyone is as scary as a sculpture ("Although they are the end swordsmen privately owned by the Canxing family, I still do not recommend you stab them in the abdomen, sir." - Kilbert), but from a distance, Mindish Hall is still so cold and empty.

But the living room and bedroom of Tailes, including the dining room and the study for class, is on the third floor. From the second floor to the third floor, there is only a narrow staircase for access, and the eight final swordsmen are fully armed and guarding the place with all their hearts and shifts every six hours. As for the window and the roof of the hall, I heard that there are also guards of open-air mailers ("With Yodel here, please don't worry about the threat from the window." - Kilbert).

Every dish, from cabbage, bread to beef, and water, was taken from the same tightly guarded kitchen and the underground storage warehouse that had been equipped long ago ("Please forgive me, I can't guarantee their freshness." - Kilbert), from cooking to food delivery, it has undergone strict detoxification, poison testing and drug testing procedures.

This is really a security measure beyond imagination.

It seems that I am much more important than I thought.

Should we say that it is worthy of being the ruling class that holds power?

I wonder if Yala can sneak in with her skills? What if she is a magician?

Speaking of this...

"No, no, I'm sorry, sir."

Tails looked up at Kilbert, showing a puzzled look.

"Everything about you is so far top secret," Kilbert shook his head firmly: "Improve it, we have blocked the Mindish Hall, and the contact with the outside world is limited to a few trusted confidential people - in this case, the royal family suddenly sent people to the gang in the Lower Town to find three hiding beggars... Whether it is investigation or help, it is extremely unfavorable for both of you."

"Don't underestimate the abilities of those who are interested. If there is a clue, they can peel off the cocoon and find the source." He said in a deep voice: "If you want to help your old acquaintance, at least you have to wait...the right time."

Tailes sighed, frowned, and clenched his last sip of butter bread in his mouth. It was sweet and greasy, and he quickly picked up the cup and took a sip of black tea.

At least the food has improved a lot.

"If you're pretty satisfied with afternoon tea," Kilbert took his teacup from the busy Tailes with impeccable manners and bowed slightly, "We're about to start the afternoon class."

In fact, Kilbert maintained his unchanged smile and silently said in his heart: Maybe we should start with table etiquette?

"Where is Yodel? Where is he?"

"He is a competent guard, and he is always nearby."

Tailes resisted the thought of looking around subconsciously.

After knowing that Yodel was nearby, he felt much more at ease.

So Tailes pulled the bow tie that was so tight that he was uncomfortable on his chest, and followed the latter into the study under Kilbert's slightly frown brow.

"First of all, Tails, I talked to Yodel last night."

Kilbert watched Tails stuff himself into a leather chair and looked curiously at the decoration around the study, especially the collection of books on three sides.

"You are a special child. From Yodel's judgment, I can see that you have been together in just a few hours since I met you."

Here comes.

Tailes still looked curious, but he was alert.

"But this is natural, the heir of the stars is special." Kilbert walked slowly towards the desk carved with the nine-pointed star sign.

His grayish white temples looked solemn at this moment.

"I believe that since fate sends you back to the stars, she will definitely make arrangements."

Tailes looked at the middle-aged nobleman without saying a word.

"I roughly know your past. Life on the streets will inevitably be bad."

"But please forget this past."

Kilbert picked up a book that had been prepared from the black agarwood desk, turned around and said seriously:

"You will have a new identity, a new life, or even a new name, but what really matters is the future you will face and bear."

Kilbert's bright eyes shot towards Tailes' gray pupils.

Forgot the past.

Tailes recited silently.

He looked at Kilbert's sharp eyes and nodded with a firm look.

How is it possible.

Tailes laughed in his heart.

"I understand. So," Tails said slowly, considering his words:

"What do I need to know about myself and my past?"

Kilbert's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly in his heart: panic, fear, and helplessness. The emotions that these seven-year-old children should have in the present have not appeared in this child.

All I have is calmness and caution, and I have very little excitement.

He is indeed not ordinary.

Did he experience the Brotherhood? Yodel refused to explain in detail, but the assassin highly praised the child's performance, but how could the gangsters in the Lower Town really have such an experience?

Or is it true that the Star King Vein, which has been passed down from the ancient empire for nearly three thousand years, is indeed extraordinary?

Or, it's his other half...

Thinking of this, Kilbert frowned imperceptibly.

But the competent noble still bowed slightly.

"Tyles, dear little sir, allow me to call you that for now."

"You are 7 years old this year. On the evening of July 25, 665, you were born at Mann Manor on the outskirts of Yongxing City, the king of Star King." Kilbert said slowly:

"Your biological mother is a noble lady who is inconvenient to name her. She died of heavy bleeding during childbirth. Before her death, she named you Tails as a celebrity."

Tailes' brow bent slightly.

"You grew up in Mann Manor under the secret care of the Canxing family. I and another palace maid will visit you from time to time."

"During this time, you have been growing up as the adopted child when Lord Mann was hunting, and you don't know who you are."

"Last December, Lord Mann died in battle on the western desert border. Because there was no heir, his property and territory were taken back by the royal family. At the same time, I will bring you back to Mindish Hall in the Mud Star District."
To be continued...