"The royal family's private soldiers and servants did a good job in maintenance, which saved a lot of trouble."

"You can move in after we complete the assessment and inspection," the watchman Mallos came forward, stood beside the Duke, and looked at the main hall of the manor with him, his words were thought-provoking:

"Congratulations, the new owner of Mindis Hall."

Mindis Hall.

New owner.

Thales didn't look back.

The young man just quietly looked at the familiar and unfamiliar house in front of him, from the pillars to the door, from the carpet to the interior.

However, this time, familiarity seems to be greater than unfamiliarity.

Mallos seemed to feel a little bit of the atmosphere. He also remained silent and stood quietly with the prince.

The servants and guards were still busy, coming and going in a hurry, but subconsciously they stayed further away.

A few seconds later.

"You don't know."

Mallos frowned slightly.

Thales was expressionless and slowly spoke:

"You didn't know beforehand that you would be stationed here, right?"

"Otherwise, you don't have to evaluate and inspect it when the problem comes."

Mallos was slightly startled.

But Duke Xinghu smiled.

"You are not even prepared to become the Star Lake Guards," Thales lowered his head and felt a little lonely:

"Because the title of Duke of Star Lake was temporarily decided and canonized in a hurry after you set off."

Because...a sword.

Marius paused for a few seconds, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, not knowing what to think.

Thales sighed:

"Similarly, you are not planning to come to... Mindis Hall."

Marius seemed to hear something in the Duke's seemingly disordered words, but he hesitated to speak.

But Thales took a deep breath, and when he looked back, he had already put on a smile.

"By the way, when setting up defenses, don't forget to prepare silver weapons, and maybe weapons that have been blessed."

Silver weapons...

The change of topic caught the watchman off guard:

"Why?"

Thales snorted, took a few steps back, and looked at the roof and balcony of Mindis Hall:

"Beware of uninvited guests."

In Mallos' doubtful eyes, the prince's tone contained a touch of nostalgia:

"Like...a vampire?"

Mallos was stunned again, confused.

But Thales didn't explain much.

He just sighed again, raised his head, and looked at the pillars blankly.

"It looks smaller," the boy said subconsciously:

"I remember that the pillars here used to be very high."

Mallos' eyes moved and he looked deeply at the prince.

With some confusion, Thales walked through the porch and vaguely saw three giant portraits on the wall under the chandelier, facing the door.

And the three people in the painting.

One of them turned his back to the setting sun, raised his gun and rode his horse, as brave as ever.

One stands in the deep forest, sword and shield in hand, as determined as ever.

One is sitting quietly in the room, holding a stick and turning the pages of a book, as kind as before.

Looking at the three people in the painting, Thales' eyes were a little wandering.

He subconsciously raised his right hand and pressed his chest.

There seems to be a dull pain in the skin somewhere there.

"We are also revisiting our old place," Mallos followed with a calm tone, "You didn't have such an expression when we saw the Fuxing Palace."

Fuxing Palace.

Thales sneered.

"The first time I entered the Fuxing Palace, I was seriously injured in an assassination attempt and fell into a coma, so I was carried on my back."

Mallos narrowed his eyes.

The prince's expression was slightly ironic:

"When I revisit my old place, what kind of expression do you expect me to have?"

But Mallos's answer exceeded his expectations.

"laugh."

Thales frowned:

"What?"

I saw Marius taking a step forward and standing with him in front of the cedar door, staring at the statues of the Three Kings on the wall of the hall:

"You need to laugh."

"This way they don't have to suspect that your father doesn't like you," Mallos narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Or the other way around."

Thales was stunned at first:

"them?"

Mallos remained indifferent. He nodded without looking at the Duke:

"The royal guards are elites of all kinds, and their sense of smell is very sensitive."

Thales turned around subconsciously.

Around him, the royal guards were still busy, either directing logistics, handing over to servants, or assigning tasks...

Can't see any difference.

Thales was silent for a while, then suddenly started chuckling.

"do you know."

"I have a friend who also advised me: laugh."

Mallos looked at the prince and saw the latter taking a deep breath, looking at the sky from a distance, and said with emotion:

"Because life is hard enough."

"You have to laugh to make it lighter."

The young man felt a little confused, as if he had seen the yellow sand again.

"So, does it?"

Mallos stared at Thales who was feeling incomprehensible and suddenly said:

"After you're done laughing?"

Thales came back to his senses and shook his head.

"I don't know," the young man's smile was a little awkward:

"I hope so."

The prince turned around and was about to enter the porch.

"This place, this manor," Mallos spoke again, causing Thales to slow down:

"Do you know why it's called that?"

This place?

Why is it called this name?
To be continued...