King Kessel looked down at Thales silently.

His eyes were quiet and indifferent, and his movements were slow and leisurely, which was completely different from King Nun's calm self-assertion and King Charmaine's aggressiveness.

But it didn't make the young man feel any less relaxed.

The prince swallowed his throat and tried to relax his tense muscles and spirit.

So far, Thales doesn't know his father.

What kind of person is he?

Cold?

silence?

majesty?

Maybe.

Except for the one in the Bright Star Tomb, which was more of a one-sided listening experience, Thales had spoken less than ten words to King Kessel V in total.

As for the time they spent alone together in the past six years... Thales suspected that it was less than a quarter of an hour.

However, in the young man's limited life, the Iron-Fisted King was like a dark cloud hanging high above his head. It seemed out of reach, but it always cast a shadow and enveloped him tightly.

Whether it is a national meeting, or negotiations with Exeter, whether it is the night of dragon blood, or the day of hearing in Longxiao City, whether it is Gilbert's advice, or the one-eyed dragon Coste's heart-wrenching words...

Many experiences remind Thales:

What kind of person is his father?

But when he really faced that dark cloud, Thales discovered:

I'm still not ready.

I still don't know... how to face him.

"You misunderstood."

Thales lowered his head, avoided those quiet but disturbing eyes, and took a deep breath.

He tried hard to get rid of the negative emotion that he had noticed, but was told exactly by the king, which made it even more obvious:

"I'm not anxious. In fact, leaving Exeter and returning to China..."

But the king gave him no time to defend himself.

"Are you familiar?"

Kessel no longer stared at Thales, and the corners of his mouth curved in a strange way, as if showing disdain:

"Such a tone."

Thales raised his head suddenly, looking puzzled.

familiar?

On the stone steps, the king in the throne said in a cold voice:

"That old bone in Xihuang must be like this, pretending to be profound and blathering around to scare you, right?"

Thales frowned.

That old bone from Xihuang?

Pretending to be profound and rambling?

Frightened?

Thales understood something.

He remembered what Adrian had just said to Gilbert:

The king was still questioning the messenger crow from the Western Wilderness yesterday.

The letter crow from the Western Wilderness...

Speculating on the king's intentions, Thales exhaled and said calmly:

"Yes, Falkenholz did come to see me, but I..."

But unfortunately, the king did not give him any chance to explain.

Or don't care at all.

"Where's the sword?"

King Kessel interrupted him calmly:

"Where is the ancient imperial sword that was given by the prestigious Four-Eyed Skull Family in the Blade Tooth Camp, which made some people doubtful, made some people happy, and made everyone in the kingdom speculate endlessly..."

Thales' words paused.

Sure enough, he knew it too.

The sword called the Warner.

It should be...Legendary Wings.

With a positive thought, Thales answered loudly:

"It's in the baggage, guarded by Lord Mallos's men, but..."

"No."

The third time, King Kessel interrupted the Duke of Star Lake.

"It's not there."

On the high platform, the king slowly leaned back and leaned on the back of the throne.

"It's in your heart."

Thales was suddenly startled.

King Kessel V looked at the Duke of Star Lake at the foot of the steps indifferently.

"And you don't even know where that sword will strike."

Thales was silent for a while.

Obviously, the king was very dissatisfied with what happened in Xihuang.

but……

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Western Wasteland," Thales said trying to regain his composure and treating the person in front of him as another northern prince with whom he could negotiate:

"But Falkenhauser's purpose in coming to me—"

But he still couldn't finish speaking.

"When I send you to the north..."

Unlike the people from the North and even the people from the Western Wilderness, King Kessel's words were very soft-spoken, with very small fluctuations.

But compared to King Charmaine's preemptive remarks and Falkenhausz's alarmism, the interruption effect caused by the King of Stars' soft words is not inferior to the first two.

"I don't have that high expectations for you."

Thales stopped speechless.

King Kessel was almost half-reclined on the throne, his posture seemed relaxed, but his eyes were locked on Thales:

"At least not high enough to expect you to rebuild the Northland and establish a new king."

Rebuilding the Northland.

Promote a new king.

Thales closed his mouth, feeling the weight behind these two sentences, feeling the slight contempt and accusation behind them.

That's right.

Recreate...New King...

This is indeed what he has done for the past six years, but...

The bloody storm in Longxiao City is littered with corpses, and the situation in the Palace of Heroes is at a critical moment...

The boy bit his lower lip.

With a slight displeasure, Thales raised his head again.

"I don't want to be like this, it's just——"

Talking about what happened six years ago, he thought he would think of the injustice and injustice of that year, and then sneered and asked about the king's conspiracy, satirized the failure of the secret department, and asked why he was put in danger...

But at that moment, when he looked into King Kessel's eyes as calm as water.

He doesn't care.

There was a small voice in Thales's heart.

He won't care.
To be continued...