While d.d was happily compiling gossip about the aristocratic circle of the royal capital, his bad luck came into play once again.

"Guard Officer Doyle."

Mallos's voice sounded from behind him at the right time, interrupting Thales's thoughts:

"What's so funny?"

Doyle's expression froze, but when he turned around and faced the watchman, D.D had become serious and decent again:

"No, sir."

"His Royal Highness asked for advice, and I introduced him to some of the nobles' worldly experiences."

Mallos looked at Mrs. Eleanor who disappeared into the banquet hall, and looked at Thales thoughtfully:

"Is it?"

Thales dismissed the image of the little iron thorn from his mind and laughed dryly:

"That's right."

Behind him, Doyle nodded solemnly, while Glover looked expressionless.

Mallos snorted lightly, as calmly as before:

"Very good, are you ready?"

In the distance of his sight, a well-painted middle-aged nobleman and his wife got out of the carriage, signed at the hall door, smiled and asked the attendant to present the gift, straightened his clothes, and walked towards Thales under the guidance.

"Of course." Thales sighed and put on his bright smile again.

But Mallos shook his head and pointed at d.d:

"No, it's not you, Your Highness, I mean...him."

Doyle turned his back to the hall door and said blankly:

"Why do I?"

At this moment, a heartbreaking cry exploded out of thin air!

"Ah ah ah ah, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness Thales, ah ah!"

Thales trembled all over, almost thinking that he had encountered an innocent soul demanding his life.

Waiters, soldiers, guards, and secondary guests at the side door, countless people were attracted by the cry and turned their heads quickly in surprise.

In full view of everyone, a middle-aged nobleman with a shiny face and seemingly fat face opened his chubby hands, rushed in from the hall door, and threw himself in front of Thales!

Without waiting for the surprised Thales to react, the conscientious Glover carefully hugged the prince back and pushed Doyle forward.

The middle-aged nobleman pounced on Doyle who was caught off guard for the first time, making D.D look ugly.

But the visitor did not give up, and saw the nobleman lying on the ground shrinking his features, rolling and crawling towards Thales.

"Your Highness!"

Thales was so startled that he shivered again. Glover had to protect the prince behind him, while Marius stepped aside comfortably and watched from the sidelines.

The guest had no intention of getting up. He continued to stretch his hands forward and pounced towards Thales' legs:

"The gods have eyes, the holy sun is wise, and the setting sun blesses you! The stars, the kingdom of stars, have finally waited for their destined heirs!"

"Our seven servants of the Bright Star are so loyal, and they are finally rewarded!"

The tone is sad and poignant, making those who hear it sad and those who listen to it crying.

Thales was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Blocking the road to seek justice?

The Xinghu guards in the foyer frowned and pressed their swords, but Mallos raised his hand to them.

Until Doyle reached out and grabbed the middle-aged nobleman by the back of his collar, dragging him backwards with all his strength.

"Dad, you, what are you doing, get up! Get up!"

I saw D.D looking around in horror, using his hands and feet to angrily stop the middle-aged nobleman two meters away from the prince:

"This is so embarrassing, dad..."

When the middle-aged noble saw Doyle, he immediately changed his face without even wiping away his tears:

"When I saw His Highness, I was excited and couldn't control my emotions. It's none of your business!"

Hearing them address each other, Thales arched his eyebrows.

Mallos on the side said leisurely:

"Your Highness, this is Baron Doyle. He is the lord of Mirror River and also from D.D... Anyway, you can see for yourself."

Thales's eyebrows twitched.

Doyle was still struggling with his father, looking apologetic and ashamed at the same time, smiling at the people around him.

The waiters and guards who were watching the excitement left one after another, and the scattered nobles also turned around and whispered.

Until another sharp female voice sounded:

"Ah! Little Danny! How could you treat your father like this!"

I saw an aristocratic lady with thick makeup rushing from behind yelling, hugging old Baron Doyle, and waving a handkerchief to drive away D.D., forcing the latter to let go:

"He is old and in poor health. You are still so inconsiderate. How pitiful we are as a couple..."

Old Baron Doyle gasped in response, coughed repeatedly, and fell into the arms of his lady.

The baroness cried:

"Are you worthy of our hard work and peeing in raising you?"

Old Baron and Mrs. Doyle held hands and sat in a ball on the ground, looking at their son who had a severe headache and was at a loss what to do.

Their expressions were resolute and sad, and they looked quite tragic as a couple.

Just like a bully who bullies a poor honest couple in the street.

"Raised?"

Doyle looked depressed: "You are obviously just my stepmother..."

"What's wrong with stepmother!"

The baroness stood up with her husband in her arms, her face slightly changed with tears, and she shook her handkerchief and spoke in a fierce tone:

"The stepmother is not the mother anymore!"

"Your food and clothing expenses, knight tuition, and the cost of picking up girls, all of which are not the result of our hard work..."

Doyle completely gave up the possibility of saving the family's face and could only cover his face and sigh.

This family ethics drama left Thales stunned.

Old Baron Doyle wiped his nose and finally stood firm.

But the moment he saw Thales, his face changed again, this time extremely eager:

"Ah, Your Highness! Look, you are standing here, standing in front of the portraits of the Three Kings of the Stars. It may be a coincidence, but who can say that this is not a foreshadowing: the courage and fearlessness of the Supreme Revival King, the majesty of the legendary Oath Keepers

Your appearance, your majestic wisdom and wisdom...you are simply a gift from God, where these three are combined into one!"

Quadtails couldn't bear it.

Old Doyle burst into tears as he spoke:

"The bright star has a son who has grown up, and the king has knowledge. He must be smiling at the river of hell...or the kingdom of heaven?"

Thales forced himself to put on a stiff smile and returned the greeting from afar.

But d.d doesn’t think so.

While apologizing to the young Duke with a smile, he pulled his exaggerated parents aside.

"Dad...what on earth are you doing..."

Old Doyle lowered his head and whispered dissatisfiedly: "It's not all for you!"

"I?"

"I found out from the servant that you, a careless fellow, actually offended Ms. Jini - do you know how terrifying she is? Do you still want to hang out in the royal capital!"

d.d sighed: "What does that have to do with you..."

"You are so thin-skinned that you can't even find a girlfriend. Of course, flattering can only be done by me with all my shame..."

"It sounds like your face is very useful..."

"You bastard—"

"And it's not like I can't find a girlfriend..."

"Ah? Do you want to be like the idiots of the Karabyan family? Find a boyfriend?"

"Dad, please go in and stay there!"

"Wait a minute I forgot to kiss His Highness the Prince's hand..."

"Oh, I'll kiss him for you -"

On the other side, Thales and Glover looked at each other, both helpless.

Mallos looked like he was used to it.
To be continued...