Fuxing Palace.

Thales' memory of this palace is very vague.

A long time ago, for the beggars who were begging for a living on the streets, the "King's House" located several blocks away and at the end of the avenue was like an unreachable legend, mysterious, majestic and hazy.

And thick.

They can only understand how this legendary palace, which shares the title of the Revival King, (under the protection of Ming Ye) has an extraordinary origin, countless experiences, and remains standing in the Ming Ye Temple's exaggerated and comical to the point of being inaccurate drama.

shake.

Or you can get a little understanding from the uneven remarks of drunkards like "I tell you, I know so-and-so, and he has a friend who works in Fuxing Palace. That place is like this..."

, a glimpse of the leopard in the tube.

Or, when you are out begging, you timidly poke your head out of a strange and neat street, and catch a glimpse of the huge silhouette of the palace among the hurried pedestrians, leaving you with a breathless shock and unshakable envy.

This feeling lasted until six years ago.

Continues until Thales' fate turns.

Duke Xinghu slowly closed his eyes.

but……

But even if he became a prince and the nominal heir of this palace, Thales discovered that he still didn't understand Fuxing Palace.

Six years ago, when he first entered the Fuxing Palace, he was assassinated and was carried into the palace wall while unconscious.

Six years ago, he left Fuxing Palace, but he left the palace in a carriage in a trance as he was about to go north.

As for now...

Under the steady gaze of the guards on both sides, and surrounded by the neat steps of the guards behind him, Thales came back to his senses when he opened his eyes and realized that the group of them had already passed through the heavily guarded palace gate and even walked through the palace wall.

The wide flat ground with the inner hall leads directly into the inner gate of this mottled ancient temple.

It wasn't until they entered the narrow and deep darkness without stopping, locking the vast and lofty sky and the endless horizon outside the thick and old palace door, that Thales suddenly woke up:

Six years later, when he stepped here in person...

As long as there is no accidental assassination and no going abroad as a hostage...

But he still couldn't see clearly...

What the Fuxing Palace looks like.

Leaving the streets and carpets, the touch under the boots begins to become hard and crisp.

Kick, kick, kick.

Footsteps rang out from under Thales' feet, echoing in the quiet air and then reaching his ears.

In the sudden dim light, the young Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath, but his nose was filled with coldness and dampness.

Stone.

Cold.

rough.

dim.

And...silence.

This made the Duke, who had gradually become accustomed to the dryness of the North and the scorching heat of the desert, instinctively uncomfortable.

In the almost silent and dim stone corridor, they walked through the interior of Fuxing Palace, walking through small halls one after another and walking up the stone steps one after another.

The few windows and lights were the only sources of light that could guide them.

Thales suppressed his unnecessary thoughts and raised his head in this historic but quiet and solemn palace, in this classic and low-key but tasteful stone corridor, and looked at the back of Mallos in front of him.

The watchman's face was expressionless, his eyes were not squinting, and he led the way calmly and gracefully.

Gilbert was one step behind Thales, his footsteps were slightly shallower and his steps were steady.

Glover, Doyle and others further behind did not make a sound and seemed to disappear into the air.

It seems that they have become accustomed to this ancient palace with dark colors and suffocating air, and don't think it's strange.

But Thales could only follow silently.

The group of people was not alone. On the way, they passed many guards on duty, servants in a hurry, cautious officials, and well-behaved nobles.

In the quiet air, these people were silent, but seemed to have known about it for a long time. They all stopped respectfully and stepped aside, silently but accurately bowing to the young man in the crowd.

The newly appointed Duke of Star Lake subconsciously cleared his throat and wanted to respond, but Gilbert beside him tapped his arm and shook his head.

In the Fuxing Palace, the king preferred silence.

Thales was stunned for a moment.

After understanding what was going on, Duke Xinghu could only nod and smile in response to these people.

When he was in the Palace of Heroes in Longxiao City, no matter where Prince Star went, the palace guards of the Northlanders (especially the former White Blade Guards) and the Exeter nobles always stared at him with eyes full of hostility and vigilance.

, even after six years of facing each other day and night, those eyes have just changed from "gnashing teeth" to "disdain".

But in Fuxing Palace, it was different.

Thales could feel that whether servants or guards, nobles or officials, they all had extraordinary interest and curiosity in the newly arrived Duke. However, when they passed by the young man, their eyes when they looked at the Duke were respectful and careful, polite and polite.

control.

When the Duke looked back at them, the latter often immediately lowered their heads or turned their eyes away, looking elsewhere.

It's divided when you touch it, and it stops when you click it.

Quite deliberately.

Like...like a peek hiding in the corner.

As if afraid of waking up something.

Coupled with the sense of deathly silence and chill that was carefully created and maintained...

Duke Xinghu couldn't help but take another breath and exhale slowly.

For some reason, Thales always felt that the cautious, polite and restrained looks in the Fuxing Palace brought him no less discomfort than the unabashed, hostile and estranged looks from the people of the North in the Palace of Heroes.

A feeling of irritability came over him.

There was even a moment when the young man wanted to ask the royal guards around him to come closer.

Surround him a little tighter.

Block those eyes.

It's best... to isolate everything and make it airtight.

Just like...the thick city wall that blocks Fuxing Palace and the city.

The almost deathly quiet journey came to an end soon.

When they went up another level and came to a large corridor, several figures suddenly appeared in front of a stone door.

Mallos' footsteps were the first to stop.

Thales, who was following him, took an extra step and then subconsciously took it back.

But he soon noticed that, except for Gilbert, who was still smiling, the guards behind him, including Doyle and Glover, all held out their chests and raised their heads, looking more solemn, like a tense Lu.

Teqin.

The figures in front of the stone gate have similar styles of clothing and equipment to Mallos and others, but they only wear light leather armor that is convenient for indoor movement. However, their faces are serious and their eyes are majestic. They do not want to say hello to the prince's fellow escorts.

mean.

When Thales began to guess the identity of this group of people, a strange figure stepped out, holding the long sword on his waist, and approached them.

This is a middle-aged man with both majesty and vicissitudes. He is in his fifties. His body is slightly bulky, but his back is strong and straight. His beard and hair are gray and mixed, but they are well organized. There are vertical wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but a pair of

His eyes are bright and sparkling.

His clothes are obviously different from others, his equipment is exquisite and meticulous, and his steps are extremely steady.

The middle-aged man with gray beard and hair stopped, but did not look at Thales.

He just looked straight at the leader, Mallos, and spoke slowly:

"Who is coming?"

The words are serious and the tone is cold.

Thales was stunned when he said this and once again confirmed that this was the Fuxing Palace where his father lived.

And he is really... going back to his home?

But no one else, including Gilbert, showed any signs of confusion. Instead, they waited quietly and solemnly, holding their breath and not even uttering a breath.

It seems like there is a big event in front of you.

Mallos took a step forward expressionlessly and said in an indifferent tone:
To be continued...