Thales looked at the nobles' quarrels openly and secretly indifferently, and lowered his head gloomily.

Power, procedure, war, military strength, throne.

He sighed softly.

Is this the future I have to face?

He suddenly felt that the unknown and strange world that reminded him of his infinite curiosity had become a bit boring.

"Cyril," Duke Cullen on the side glared at Falkenholz dissatisfied: "Do you have to be so straightforward every time?"

In Xingju Square, a thundering roar came from far away. The sound was so noisy, mixed with anger and fanaticism that it was difficult to hear clearly.

In the Hall of Stars, the civilians and minor nobles who were watching directly erupted in a flood of protests!

"Shameless lord! This is usurping the throne!"

"But we need an heir! If something happens to the king on the front line..."

"Death to the traitor! Bright Star is our king, that is a sacred oath!"

"This is all for the stars! We must stand together and face Exeter!"

The dukes exchanged silent glances, the earls whispered.

"Silence! Silence!" Gilbert tried his best to maintain order, but with little success.

Until the eyes of King Kessel V, the High King of the Stars, shone brightly.

He grasped the mysterious scepter shining with stars and stood upright from the throne!

He shouted angrily in a majestic voice:

"Heir?"

The Hall of Stars suddenly became quiet, and everyone stared at the king's strong figure.

"What a great time! It just happens that the stars are in trouble and we must cooperate to fight against the enemy!"

The king put his hands on the scepter and stared at Coste de Nantry in front of him with sharp eyes.

I saw the one-eyed dragon slowly raising his hands to his chest and kneeling on one knee in front of the king.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty, but this is a test," Coste said steadily and seriously, making people feel the sincerity in his words, "I believe that the originally weak and scattered power of the stars will be strengthened in the confrontation between the dragon and the stars.

, and come together as one again.”

"Everyone knows that forcing the first adviser to establish a successor will be punished by the wrath of the public."

"But am I doing it for myself and for South Trist to ascend the throne?"

Kousted raised his head, his single eye looking clear:

"Your Majesty, you can exclude Nantriste from the selection of successor."

"Everything is for the stars - please name a successor, or at least decide on a method for choosing a successor - then the stars will surely return to the top of the Western Continent, and even regain the glory of the empire."

Kessel slowly walked up to him and sneered: "Kost, sometimes I can't tell whether your righteousness is sincere or fake."

"But it's good for the stars," Duke One-Eyed Dragon replied calmly, "no matter if it's true or false."

"I have also imagined this situation - but it was in a high-level meeting. It doesn't have to be so ugly," Count Dastan's voice came. He stood up steadily, walked behind Cuest, and also knelt down on one knee.

Next: "But Your Majesty, your Majesty's State Council has turned this legitimate remonstrance into a public conflict, which is as if it is to force the palace."

"But we all have valid reasons," Count Sorel came from behind, knelt down on one knee, and said solemnly: "For the rejuvenation of this once great country that is now riddled with holes."

"Just by changing the king?" Gilbert's face changed with anger: "If you put on the crown, the stars can become an empire?"

"It's not that simple," Count Bozdorf also stepped forward gloomily and knelt down firmly: "It's about turning the king who was originally aloof and doing whatever he wanted into one of us, thinking what we think and doing what we do.

.The monarch and the nobility are one, but they are separated due to the superiority of power...Now, we are back together."

"Kevin Dill has been following the Bright Star since the end of the war, and he will never change this promise." Zhan bowed his head deeply and said sadly: "But I think that maintaining the safety and future of the Star is also the responsibility of His Majesty Tormund I.

your wish, he will understand."

The Duke of Tricolor Iris stood up decisively and joined the kneeling crowd.

Falkenhauser's untimely laughter sounded again at an inappropriate time: "You mean to implement a king-selecting system? Ha, it really is 'let us share the burden of His Majesty'! Just like Exeter?"

"Better than Exter - we have a thousand-year empire heritage." Earl Lacia from the South Coast Territory looked at Duke Zhan with a complex expression, then stepped forward and knelt down.

Cohen looked in disbelief as his father, the old Count Karabiyan, also knelt down silently along with Count Lasia.

King Kessel V looked down at these dukes and counts coldly, and knelt down on one knee one by one.

"This is not the fault of the Bright Star royal family, but the fault of the crown, the fault of the throne, and the fault of the scepter." Duke Cullen sighed at this time: "Since the royal line has been severed, for the stars

As a matter of fact, it would not be a bad thing for Your Majesty to choose a successor."

The two earls of the Eastern Sea Territory, Havia and Almond, silently stepped forward and knelt down after Duke Cullen spoke.

"It's obviously a shameful attempt to force the palace," one of the royalists, Earl Godwin, gritted his teeth: "How do you do it and still be so righteous and upright?"

"Can't you see it yet?" Count Dele Colomo calmly left his seat and knelt down: "This is the general trend."

Under the Fuxing Palace, the noise in the crowd became louder and louder.

"Boom!" Val punched the armrest of the stone seat with a cold look in his eyes: "Sometimes, I feel really sick for you."

He clenched his fists, lowered his head and said: "The incredibly clever war, the incredibly clever admonishment... and the sacrifice of the northern territory..."

Kaiser V looked straight at him, his eyes unique and difficult to understand.

Under the king's unclear gaze, the Duke of the North closed his eyes tightly and took a breath.

His brows were surging, as if he was fighting fiercely.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he opened his eyes to Kessel.

But Val did not look into the king's eyes. The heroic Duke of the North said lonely and disappointed at this moment:

"But if this can be exchanged for the stability and security of the Northern Territory and the stars..."

"Kay, maybe you should think about it."

The two northern earls under him both hung their heads in silence.

Kessel V's eyes dimmed.

He turned around and no longer looked at his old friend.

Seeing Val's hesitation and guilt, Duke Cyril Falkenholz laughed sharply again.

"It seems that your Majesty's only choice is to directly elect a successor, or to establish a king-elect system."

Only Kessel V stood above the ministers with an expressionless face.

The only thing he holds tightly in his hand is a scepter.

Thales suddenly felt that his father was so lonely.

If you hadn't found me, what would the situation be like today?

Thales, who was watching all this, suddenly felt dizzy.

here we go again.

A memory from the past came to him:

Wu Feiren was sitting in a very small classroom, reporting to a professor and two classmates in front of him:

[Poggi inherited Weber’s German academic tradition, focusing on power and examining the formation of feudal countries...]

No! Not now!

Thales pressed his temples hard to suppress the memory flashback.

But when Thales' attention returned to the Hall of Stars, his ears finally heard the unflappable words of Kessel V:

"It seems that if I don't establish a successor, I won't be able to fight the war."

"OK."

"Then I will establish an heir."

Zhan's brows furrowed slightly - the feeling of uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger.

King Kessel V sat down slowly without looking at the nobles on the ground.

The words that Thales had been waiting for finally rang out:

"Let him meet everyone, Gilbert."

coming.

Thales's mind went blank.

He forced himself to swallow.

He looked at Gilbert and waved his hand.

In the dark room, a secret door suddenly opened in front of me, and there was a long staircase leading to nowhere.
To be continued...