"I don't..."

Thales had to use the overturned tea cup to cover up his surprise, until the veiled nun next to Meghan enthusiastically and skillfully stepped forward and inconsiderately cleaned up the mess on the table for him.

"I do not understand?"

But this time, Meghan remained silent and silently observed the prince behind the desk.

This is that boy.

The boy who holds the key to the future of the kingdom.

When he heard the magic, his expression was slightly surprised, unlike the old aristocrat who was born shrewd and calculating, with all the trappings of etiquette and pretense.

But he is no more restrained and ambitious than the new aristocrats of the royal capital.

Gilbert was caught off guard:

"Priest Megan! I thought we were just having a theology class today, and you were explaining the knowledge related to God to His Highness..."

"As I said, theology has never been about God alone."

Meghan interrupted the protest of Gilbert - this idiot who seemed very smart to others, but was still so slow and hopeless - and continued to look at Duke Thales in front of him.

The young Duke looked a little thin, which reminded her of the poor people who crowded outside the sanctuary in winter, waiting for help.

But his eyes were bright, sharp and alert.

Not only that, Meghan can also tell from other details of the other party's behavior, such as natural and casual sitting posture, fast-paced movements, bold and direct conversation, etc., that this is not a traditional prince of the stars.

At least not like the previous ones.

Meghan took another look at the prince's clothes: the colors were dark and the style was conservative, but the details such as the collar and cuffs were designed with novel shapes, and the silver threads were buried just right, matching the nine-pointed star brooch.

contrast.

The female priest nodded secretly.

It seems that the royal family’s tailors have also learned how to reshape style and innovate fashion.

Well, probably because they are tired of the retro and heavy trend that has been trending in the aristocratic circles of Yongxing City for more than ten years since the Year of Blood - just because the owner of the Fuxing Palace prefers classic and cold colors, over the years, there are many more and more popular styles on the market in the royal capital.

Ordinary tailors who have trendy designs and bold colors as their selling points are almost driven out of business.

But Megan paused for a moment and then understood again.

No, although the royal tailors of the palace often let themselves go and practice their skills on the clothing designs of various noble families (but most of the stupid customers who know nothing about aesthetics will only put on a look of surprise and appreciation for the realistic acting skills)

, to match their sky-high hiring fee), but they have no reason and no courage to experiment with trends on the second prince who has not long returned and attracted the attention of the whole country.

This is not a new design style.

Megan's heart moved.

The prince is wearing the style that the previous owner of this hall liked most more than ten years ago.

She looked back at the idiot Earl who was still chattering, and continued to ignore his warning eyes.

From this point of view, he, who has worked hard for many years to turn Fuxing Palace into his second home, has taken great pains.

only……

Does this really work?

Megan smiled slightly.

"You know what I'm talking about, Thales."

She nonchalantly called the prince by his name again, ignoring his status.

Under the gods, souls are equal.

Titles are useless, piety is supreme.

Is not it?

"Not every child in this world is lucky enough to experience the confrontation between disaster and dragon."

Meghan saw the prince's face become solemn with satisfaction:

"In the past few years, haven't you been troubled, curious, or seeking an explanation for the disaster in Longxiao City?"

Thales' eyes froze.

Longxiao City.

"When you hear the rumors of disasters that will destroy the world, watch the drama of the end of the war, read their different descriptions, and listen to the cryptic and vague explanations of the noble teachers, do you really accept them all?"

magic.

Thales leaned back in his chair and frowned.

Therefore, the "problem that has troubled you for several years" refers to this, because of my experience in Longxiao City.

And not because...

Under the table, Thales pinched his left palm and felt the scars left by countless dagger cuts on it.

He let go of his nervousness and all the possibilities he had just thought of:

Did the secret department track down suspicious clues while spying on him? Was the half-baked doctor Ramon exposed? Did he search for books in Longxiao City and leave clues? Did he show off his skills in class with Aixida? The little slickster inadvertently leaked the secret? Even a certain person

An old witch with an ugly face whom I haven't seen for a thousand years is stabbing her in the back and spreading rumors?

"Meghan Priest, you should have discussed this with me in advance..." Gilbert's cough suddenly subsided and was replaced by his sigh.

Meghan looked back gracefully.

"There's no need to hide it, there's no need to cover it up," Luo Riyang knew how much effort it took for her to hold back her subconscious words of 'idiot' and keep smiling:

"Count Castle."

"Talking about mages will not bring disaster, nor will reflecting on magic lead to its end."

Her unabashed words made Gilbert's expression suddenly change.

"Only those who are stubborn and blindly superstitious will go astray."

Megan turned back and looked directly at Thales, who had a complicated expression:

"Precisely because of ignorance."

"With arrogance."

Thales was silent for a long time.

Gilbert's sigh became deeper and deeper:

"A long time ago, I explained the evil of disaster to Your Highness..."

Meghan's tone was gentle, but she showed no weakness in her retort:

"Count Casso, do you really think he will be an idiot who will rush off to eat, drink and have fun after class and no longer care about the learning content?"

"Do you really think he will just sit back and relax, be willing to be ignorant, and no longer care about the things that once threatened his life for the rest of his life?"

Gilbert was slightly speechless. He and the priest glanced at the prince behind the desk at the same time.

But Thales just remained silent, thinking about the unknown.

Gilbert's tone was slightly weaker:

"He is still young..."

But Meghan’s counter-examination became even more forceful:

"He's old enough."

The elder priest said coldly:

"If magic really inspires young people's unbridled curiosity, there is no need to wait until now. As early as the six years away from your sight, he has already indulged himself, indulged in it, ignored taboos and didn't know where to go."

Gilbert looked at the prince, frowned slightly, but said nothing.

All right.

The boy, who had been overwhelmed with thoughts and nervousness in the past few seconds, took a breath.

"Well, indeed," the prince's tone returned to a relaxed tone:

"I really want to know."

Thales smiled slightly and said sincerely:

"Magic and disaster?"

"Gilbert said some things a long time ago, and the Exeters' classics also talk about some things, but not much."

Gilbert's expression changed again.

"Look, Thales."

"God knows your confusion," Megan looked at him kindly, with a confident look on her face:

"If you have faith, God will protect you."
To be continued...