That night, the four major gates of Yongxing City were not closed.

"Warrant from the king! Make way! Make way!" More than a dozen knights, holding nine-pointed star flags and cross-star flags at the same time, galloped out of the city gate with serious expressions.

"Are these all the messengers?" At the north city gate, the city defense captain watched the messengers leave with a heavy expression.

"Not only." The city defense officer who rushed over shook his head: "There are also three other gates."

The messengers held the warrants from Fuxing Palace and rushed to where the big shots were - Xindao, the city defense officer who knew the inside story.

Not to mention this, there are more messenger crows - nobles who are factioned further away.

"Something serious has happened." The city defense officer, who was nearly fifty years old, patted the captain on the shoulder and said softly.

Hopefully, it won’t be another bloody year.

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Thales firmly declined the company of Gilbert and Jinni ("Sorry, Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Jinni, but this is a covenant between me and her, I must face it alone - I promise to inform

The content of your conversation." - Thales shook his head firmly), walking silently beside Yoder.

For the first few minutes, neither of them said anything.

It wasn't until he turned a corner and isolated the nearest guard behind the wall that Thales stood silently and looked at the masked guard.

Yoder's steps also stopped.

"We have to talk in private." Thales took a deep breath.

Yoder walked up to him and squatted down silently.

"As you wish." The masked secret guard said, gently putting his arm on Thales's shoulder.

The next moment, I felt a strange ripple spread out, and everything around Thales and Yodel turned into a strange white color.

It's like another world.

"The Realm of Shadows." Yodel explained briefly.

Thales nodded, but he still looked serious and was not attracted by the strange pure white background in front of him - he had more important things.

There was silence between the two of them.

"Yodele," Thales struggled to organize his words and said with great effort:

"How much do you know about the matter between the Qi Magician and me?"

Yoder remained silent as before, just lowered his head slightly and looked at the boy with black hair and gray eyes.

"When Morat wanted to go to the study with me to have a private conversation, you deliberately stopped him." Thales closed his eyes gently, slowly sorted out the whole thing, and said solemnly:

"You know that the study on the third floor has special sound insulation treatment, which will isolate the vampire's hearing and sound transmission, so you insist that we stay on the second floor to talk, so that we can seek help from Serena and convey the message under Morat's eyes.

A vital reminder…”

"Let me hide from Morat's sophisticated interrogation and cover up..." Tyr paused, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the purple mask, and finally said firmly: "... cover up my true identity.

"

"is that so?"

Thales looked steadily at the royal family's secret guard.

The mask faced him motionless.

After another unspeakable silence, Yodel's perspective dropped slightly, and a low, hoarse voice came out from behind the dark purple mask:

"I...don't look like Gilbert..."

"...I'm not good at words."

Under Thales' complicated gaze, the masked guard spoke solemnly.

"Since Hongfang Street, I don't know how to speak."

Thales looked at him with burning eyes: "But you knew it from the beginning."

"Yes."

"I was always there that night..." Yodel's voice was full of heaviness: "I heard what the magician said."

"I also noticed your... unusual behavior, the strange behavior when facing the magician, the vase that broke for no reason in the corridor, the explosion under the Manor Manor..."

"So I know you are..."

Thales took a deep breath: "Then my father..."

"Only I, little sir, only I know..."

Yoder didn't speak any more.

Thales stared blankly at this strange man who had always protected himself and always hid his face under a mysterious mask.

Yes, he always knew.

But he kept the secret for himself.

"Why?" The traveler heard his own voice rising slightly, full of incredible surprise: "You clearly know that I am... one of those disasters."

"You know how taboo those disasters are - why are you still..."

Yoder slowly grabbed his shoulders, interrupting Thales's thoughts.

"Child." He said hoarsely.

"I've seen...a lot of things, more than you think."

"This country and your family," he said softly, "from the day it was born, are destined to be entangled with those disasters..."

"This was the case more than six hundred years ago."

"It was like this twelve years ago."

Thales's heart trembled.

Twelve years ago?

Tangled in disaster—the Canxing family?

"It's the same now."

"I've seen those disasters, more than once."

"I gotta Feeling."

"What is really terrible and awe-inspiring are not those disasters."

"But ourselves."

"It is us ordinary people who will degenerate to what extent, how corrupt we will be, and how much we will sacrifice for the sake of those so-called disasters."

Yoder paused, as if thinking about his next words.

"I know, you may be the 'disaster'." The masked guard, who had always been silent, said so many words in front of him for the first time.

I just heard him say hesitantly: "But I know that many people in this country have even...become uglier and more terrifying than those disasters."

"They have brought disaster without even realizing it."

Thales frowned unnaturally.

"Like Morat?"

"He is just one of them: the Black Prophet is no longer a prophet, only darkness remains."

Yodel raised his head, and the dark lenses reflected the pale white surroundings. Thales's image was isolated in it, looking thin and bleak.

""In comparison."

"Mr. Thales, I prefer to believe you."

Yoder seemed to have not spoken so much for a long time, but the clumsy way he struggled to find words, and the frankness behind this appearance, made Thales feel complicated.

At that moment, the time traveler didn't know what expression and mentality to use to face this secret guard.

"But why me?" Thales took a deep breath for three seconds and spoke again: "Because I have the blood of the Bright Star?"

Yoder shook his head slowly.

"I am not Gilbert, and what I believe in is not the so-called bloodline."

"What I believe is that the seven-year-old boy who tried his best to protect his companions in desperate situations is different from those ugly people."

"I also want to believe that you, a shining star from a humble background, will become... a unique king in this decadent kingdom."

A different king?

Thales said subconsciously: "Like the Crown Prince of Midir, my uncle?"

Yoder was silent for a few seconds.

"No." The masked guard spoke, his voice low and sad.

Just listen to his hoarse voice and say firmly: "You will be better than him."
To be continued...