. Thales looked at Falkenhausz's retreating back in disbelief, listening to the sound of his cane slowly getting smaller until it was indiscernible.
After a long while, the prince finally let out an angry breath.
"Yordel, do you know that guy?"
Thales grabbed the ancient imperial sword left by Cyril and digested his surprise.
A faint word came from the air behind me
"Not familiar."
"Not familiar?" Thales frowned slightly.
The young man felt the weight of the "Warner" and slowly opened its gleaming sword edge.
The hilt of the sword is extremely long and can be held with both hands front and back as a sword or even a spear.
It's slightly lighter than Ricky's "Eternal Truth," but the center of gravity is just as perfectly balanced.
It is a rare and good sword.
but why……
Just to show the outside world, the Duke of Xihuang gave the prince a sword?
"Damn Falkenhauser."
Thales sighed and looked at the black gemstone in the center of the sword grid that looked much more low-key than the "Eternal Truth".
"Do you believe what he said?"
Thales curled up the long-handled sword in his hand and slowly became familiar with this new weapon.
The voice of the masked guard sounded faintly
"and you?"
The warning person paused in the air.
Thales took a deep breath and slowly sheathed his sword.
Falkenhauser.
"I always thought he was just an elite monster."
Thales looked at the Blade Tooth Camp under the window with misty eyes.
"result……"
Thales said in a daze
"It's a boss."
The room was quiet for a moment.
"I do not understand."
Thales put the long sword on the table, shook his head, and came back to his senses.
"It's nothing, they're all common sayings I learned from Exeter."
But this time, Yoder came back quickly
"There is no such saying in the North."
Thales was speechless, but he reacted very quickly
"Ah, you didn't follow me to the Northland..."
But the young man suddenly remembered something.
etc.
Yodel.
Northland.
Thales suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
"Yordle, when I was in the north."
Thales was a little hesitant
"I met Cassandra the Scarlet Witch."
There was no response, and Thales could only hear the wind outside the window.
This made him particularly uneasy.
"She said she was yours...and that she and the Black Prophet..."
Thales raised his head and looked into the empty, helpless void.
"is that true?"
Still no answer.
Thales exhaled softly.
"Yodele?"
The room is still quiet.
Thales lowered his head in disappointment, understanding the other party's "silent resistance".
"Okay, that's it, just continue to ignore me."
Thales sat back on his chair listlessly and brought the dinner plate back.
"Cold violence."
he murmured.
But this time, the voice of the masked guard sounded again with a hint of unnatural vibrato.
"My background is classified and not glorious."
"I don't want to trouble you."
Thales' hand holding the grilled fish stopped in mid-air.
Not glorious.
It bothers you.
Thales put down the food in his hand and sighed.
Is it.
but……
So why not myself?
Thales' lips curled up as he thought of this.
The next second, Thales turned around and looked solemnly into the void.
"No, Yodel."
He said seriously
"You will never be dishonorable to me."
The air is as quiet as ever.
Thales didn't wait for a response, but he wasn't discouraged either.
"besides."
The prince smiled
"You never bothered me."
There was still an awkward silence.
But Thales no longer struggled, just laughed at himself, turned around, and continued to deal with his food.
But at this moment.
"thank you."
Very soft hoarse words floated from the air.
It's like it was squeezed out from somewhere. Thanks to Thales' senses that have been trained by the sin of the prison river for many years, it will not slip through...
Tails paused for a moment, but didn't hear anything more.
"Is this the end?"
The young man didn't look back, just shrugged.
As he expected, there was no sound behind him.
Thales sighed sadly.
Even if...
Say one more word?
Thales didn't worry about it anymore. He got rid of the grudge in his heart and focused on the food in front of him.
But as if God Mo didn't like to see him eating in peace, Thales only finished a few pieces of meat and a few mouthfuls of cold porridge, and rapid and restless footsteps sounded from the stairs below the room.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
A heavier step than Falkenhauser.
Thales subconsciously held the warning sign on the side of the table and heard the door being opened with a bang again.
A clear, pleasant, but unceremonious voice suddenly sounded.
"Have you seen him?"
he.
It's him again.
Thales closed his eyes in pain and opened them again.
The prince rubbed his face into a smile and then turned around on the chair.
"who?"
Sure enough, with unconcealed steps, Baron Blade Tooth, His Excellency Roman Williams, wearing a dusty body and not even taking off his turban), walked into His Royal Highness the Prince's room without any scruples or even aggressively, and left standing.
The subordinates Frank and Snake Hand at the door, including the dozen or so people behind them, were trembling with fear and did not dare to say anything.
"Who else could it be?"
Even though he was tired and dusty, Roman was still radiant and radiant. His eyes were spitting fire, and it was obvious that he was in a very bad mood.
While looking around the room with eyes searching for assassins, he said angrily
"That ugly old guy Falkenholz who stinks sourly, he came to see you? What did he say to you?"
An ugly old thing with a sour smell all over his body.
Thales muttered this title in his heart.
If Duke Xihuang and Baron Blade Ya have at least one thing in common, it must be their perception of each other.
At least they describe each other appropriately.
Thales coughed and put down the weapon in his hand.
"In fact, I have nothing to do with him..."
But before Thales finished speaking, Legend Wings, who took off his turban, strode forward with a full sense of oppression, and suddenly stretched out his hand!
"Snapped!"
The prince was stunned.
I saw Roman holding Thales' left wrist tightly with an aura that was almost freezing to death.
Under Thales's surprised gaze, Legend Wing coldly held the hilt of the sword, pulled the "Warning One" sword edge out of Thales' left hand, and then let him go.
Thales looked at the empty scabbard and twitched his eyebrows.
this……
I saw Roman swinging the sword back and forth with a murderous expression, and finally fixed his gaze on the rough engraving on the bottom of the sword hilt.
"f."
Roman stared at the engraving and raised his head coldly.
“f, Falkenhauser’s ‘f’.”
Tyr's head suddenly grew big, and he shook the empty scabbard in his hand.
"Well, yes, but this"
Roman snorted coldly, not giving him a chance to speak.
"What a sword."
Just listen to Legend Wings say with deep sarcasm that even Nikolai can hear.
"What a prince."
"I let you live here, but it makes it easier for you to give and take bribes behind my back, right?"
Asking for bribes and accepting bribes?
Thales was stunned.
He looked at the warning device in Roman's hand, and suddenly felt an unexplainable sense of injustice.
"I"
But the next moment, Roman's arm moved, and the sword light stabbed at him!
Everyone was surprised!
But Thales only had time to raise the scabbard and block it in front of him.
"Shua"
There was a sound of friction between leather and metal, and when Thales came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that the warning man had been perfectly inserted back into the scabbard in his hand.
Tight fit and extremely precise.
This...how did he do it?
Frank and Snake Hand, who were behind Roman, were already pale. They had half of their feet in the room, arms stretched forward, and they still had expressions of "No, sir" or "That's a prince."
"If you like their gifts so much, Canxing..."
Roman lowered his arm, forced his subordinate's grievance back with his eyes, and then looked coldly at Thales, who was still in shock.
"Then get out of here tomorrow and join those lords."
"Get out of my territory."
Legend Wing said harshly, then turned and left.
Thales looked at the warning in his hand and had not yet come to his senses.
"But"
Roman's footsteps paused beside the door frame.
"As for you, nameless one."
The legendary wings never look back
"You know that plank of wood that's dented so obviously when you think you're hiding it perfectly there?"
Thales was startled and looked at the floor of the room.
But if he didn't enter the hell sense, he wouldn't be able to see what's wrong with such a flat floor.
The "freak" captain at the door, Snake Hand, also had the same expression.
"And you, freaks."
Legend Wing suddenly turned his head, and Snake Hand and the "freaks" behind him trembled visibly.
"I don't care how many soldiers they bring, how noble their status is, how capable their men are, and I don't care how weird this broken tower is, how scared you are, or how tired you are during the shift."
Thales couldn't see Roman's expression, but he could feel the chill in his tone.
"Next time, you will let outsiders break into our territory unscrupulously."
"Go back to the prison of bones."
Snake Hand, who was still trying to please or defend himself, was so frightened that he immediately fell silent and stood at attention.
The next second, with rumbling footsteps, Legend Wings went downstairs with Frank, who had a "You can take care of yourself" expression on his face, leaving Snake Hand and others to close the door with a hundredfold respect and caution.
The footsteps of Roman and his bodyguard rolled away.
Thales in the room still maintained the posture of holding the sword, with a confused look on his face.
just……
what happens?
In the ancient Ghost Prince Tower, Roman Williams walked down the stairs step by step without saying a word, and the guards behind him did not dare to speak out.
Everyone knows that the current era of Legend Wings is the most difficult to mess with.
"Frank."
Legend Wing suddenly spoke.
Frank behind him immediately responded respectfully.
Just listen to Roman say coldly
"Go and tell those noisy nobles that every noble rebel we caught in the camp yesterday... will never get out of jail unless they pay enough compensation."
Frank, who was about to nod, was stunned for a moment. When he realized what he was doing, he said in embarrassment.
"But some of them are the heirs of big noble families, and their status is sensitive..."
But Roman's cold snort forced him back from what he said next.
"Yes, those people."
Wings of Legend turned a corner of the stairs, a cold tunnel
"Charge twenty times more."
Frank hesitated again.
After a few seconds, Frank sighed
"Well, they'll hate us even more."
Roman's footsteps paused.
The dozen or so people behind the baron all stopped, as if they had practiced it thousands of times, their movements were neat and without any hesitation.
"very good."
Legend Wings cold voice said
"And the reason why we can gain a foothold here..."
Having said this, Roman suddenly raised his head and looked towards the stairs above his head, his eyes fixed on the darkness at the top.
"It's because they hate us."
Frank was stunned.
But his commander said nothing and just walked out of the tower.
In the room on the top floor, Thales looked at the door suspiciously, and then awkwardly looked at the long sword in his hand.
He suddenly had a premonition that this might be one of Falkenhausz's purposes.
Let everyone see that the prince accepted the gift from the Falkenhaus family.
But unfortunately, those words he said to himself...
Hold on to it, hold on to your sword.
Don't lose it.
After a long while, Thales could only sigh.
That damn, ugly old thing with a sour smell all over his body.
Has he always been like this?
What did he say to Prince Heyman back then?
When he thought of this name and how Heyman died here, Thales lost all appetite.
Heyman and Shadow Shield.
What kind of connection do they have?
As for the one mentioned by countless people...Teng?
Who is he?
Thales' expression paused.
He remembered something.
The prince stood up, walked quickly to his luggage, and started rummaging through it.
After a few seconds, he finally took out the valuable roll of letter paper.
But the moment he opened it, Thales paused.
"Yordel," Thales took a deep breath, "How much do you know about my fourth uncle, Heyman Bright Star?"
A few seconds later, the same calm reply came through the air.
"Not familiar."
very good.
Thales closed his eyes gently.
"I guess so."
The prince smiled and then opened his eyes.
The next moment, Thales unfolded the piece of paper that meant a lot to him cautiously but without hesitation.
To my angry kitten
You didn't write to me.
Eight months and twenty-one days ago, after our meeting that was as precious as gold but ended on bad terms.
You may not understand.
You may not understand how I feel when I write this letter.
As the outcome of that quarrel.
That's right, Cat, you have always been keen and considerate, your intuition is precise and to the point.
But, my most precious friend and lover, you may not understand how much you mean to me.
You turned around and left, free and easy, arrogant and sassy.
But it took away everything from me.
In the past eight months, no matter how urgent the official business was, it had become boring and cumbersome, no matter how wonderful life was, it had become dull, and the close friends who interacted with each other every day had become mediocre. Even the imported wine from the Principality of Sera and Hob's brilliant novel
The manuscript also became boring.
Do you know, my dear cat, from infancy to adulthood, from prince to viscount?
No one, no one, no one has ever treated me like this.
This is how you treat Hyman Shining Star.
My father couldn't, my mother couldn't, Midir couldn't, Horace couldn't, Maester Throm and Sister Allan couldn't, not even my grandmother.
Simplicity, innocence, kindness, sincerity, optimism, they took away a lot from me.
But they never took everything away.
everything.
They never ruthlessly and roughly dragged me out of the noble palace and the gorgeous mask, and pushed me into the muddy abyss, leaving me to tear my heart out and suffer in agony under the pouring rain and the cold moonlight, just to show off my chest.
The scarred sincerity inside.
Because I don't allow it.
Heyman may not be known for his ability to fight.
But believe me, at heart, he is a warrior who has never surrendered to anyone.
No one can make him surrender, compromise and admit defeat.
nobody.
Except you, cat.
you.
only you.
The emptiness and pain of losing you has been torturing me, abusing me, tearing me apart, and even defeated my pride and dignity, my defense and self, and all my arrogance and self-confidence are vulnerable to them.
I was as hysterical and despicable as a rough-and-tumble man in the market. I was in a state of despair. I couldn't sleep well and couldn't eat. It was the most despised dramatic scene I had ever seen.
You know, Cat, it would be easier for me to admit this than just kill me.
But none of that matters anymore.
Before I met you, I was high-spirited and self-respecting.
After being separated from you, I am useless and feel sorry for myself.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
If in the midst of proud indifference, one of us must bow first, then I want you to know, Cat.
In the days without you, I am miserable and tortured.
I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop writing you letters, I can't remove your reflection in the mirror.
The only thing I have the right to control in my whole body is the childish impulse that ignores dignity and dignity, pride and tradition, and just wants to give up completely and fall completely towards you.
Cat, for eight months, I have been thinking about
What brings about our differences and discord?
Are they sensitive identities to each other?
Is it an unblessed future?
A completely different life?
Is it a character that is difficult to get along with?
Is it an overwhelming experience?
But just like every time we argue about responsibility and freedom, life and love, unity and independence, reality and dreams, and every time we argue about whose rhetorical achievements are higher between Kahir Yeluo and Boser Kaandi,
The results faced are the same.
There is no answer.
Until recently, during the years when turmoil and war broke out all over the land, and the kingdom was in crisis and the world was in decline, I suddenly understood.
I understand what is most important to me and to us in the days when there is no tomorrow.
Just now, the night bugle of the Blade Tooth Camp sounded.
But what flashes in my mind is our first meeting.
That night, you pointed your sword at me, with a contemptuous smile that I will never forget, and whispered
This kitten can rip out your heart.
you did it.
Cat.
If you don’t believe it, my cruel and lovely friend, then bow your head gently.
Now, have you seen it?
My heart is powerless and bloody, but it is also unabashedly sincere.
It is lying quietly in your hand.
Lying in the fate it was destined to fall into.
willingly.
At this moment, the soldiers and civilians under the watchtower were bustling, and I suddenly understood what I thought was little Kessel's pointless persistence.
He loved her, madly in love with that little vigilance officer who came from a humble background and had a bad reputation.
He loved her whole being more than anything else in the world.
Then he would naturally give up everything for her, risk the world's disapproval, give up the honorable marriage promise, give up the surname of Canxing, give up the status of prince, give up the royal family's property, give up the right to inherit the throne, give up... his father's harsh words
like.
In comparison, I, his brother, am a coward.
It's me, Cat.
It's always been me.
It was me who dragged you down.
It's my unnecessary worries and dignity that have been hindering you and our future.
Cat, you have always been free and unfettered, proud, elegant, brave and strong, and you will never hesitate to achieve your goals and do whatever it takes.
As the so-called son of a king and the queen of the shining star, I am sluggish, burdened, sensitive and fragile, and full of worries.
Status, identity, age, gap, opinions from outsiders, the dignity of the royal family, and the responsibilities of a prince.
Excuses, everything is an excuse.
I am enjoying the happiness of being with you and asking for your consideration and understanding, but I am the only excuse for not wanting to make sacrifices.
You're right, Cat.
Maybe after cutting open his chest, ripping his skull, tearing open his skin, and truly revealing himself to the sun, Hyman Shining Star is just a coward with a false reputation, no responsibility, and no courage to face his true self.
Now, the desert is in danger, and the information about the abnormal gathering of orcs and desolate bones is placed on my desktop.
But I can't help but miss the time we spent together over the years.
I miss your light steps, your moving voice, your timeless poems, your innocent smile, beautiful lips and clear eyes.
And your figure stepping on the dew in the forest and dancing under the moonlight.
I can quote scriptures and speak eloquently in front of the most dangerous enemies, speak rationally and calmly in front of the most cunning profiteers, and behave calmly and calmly in the most critical situations.
But I just can't, I can't stay strong and confident in the letter I write for you. At this moment, even the tip of my pen is trembling, and my handwriting is as ugly as a painting by an orc.
But I get it, cat.
You gave me the most precious opportunity to discover the truest me.
My world is meaningful only if it is related to you.
But when I think that I will lose you because of a meaningless or maybe not so meaningless quarrel, my heart is as painful as a knife.
You are like the rain falling from the sky, washing away all my filth, cleansing away all my muddled disguises, and watering down all my madness.
Without you, what would I become?
No.
I can't imagine it anymore.
So I get it, cat.
I love you.
No conditions. No matter the cost. No hesitation.
Apart from this, there is nothing else.
Without it.
Looking at the handwriting that was getting a little messy but still maintaining a unique sense of beauty, Thales, who was reading the letter silently, couldn't help but notice that between the lines of words, the ink was somewhat dissipated, as if it was contaminated...
Tears.
Thales was lost in thought for a few seconds and continued reading.
but.
Maybe you don't understand, but at the risk of angering you again, my cat.
Apart from you and me, in this dirty world, I still have one thing to do.
The last thing.
I know that when we are together, I shouldn't contaminate your ears and eyes with my annoying worldly affairs. I also know that you are tired of me worrying about boring and meaningless government affairs. I also know that you can't stand my worrying about everything.
The worrying side.
sorry.
But since you left, I have no one to talk to.
I can't tell you how difficult it is right now.
Blood relatives, family, kingdom, politics, history, future, everything is intertwined and cannot be separated or separated by struggle.
I'm sorry, Cat, I love you.
But I can't just walk away, in their most desperate moment.
I want to beg you to forgive me, my cat, my love, the blood of my heart, the sin of my nature, the source of my madness.
forgive me.
Forgive me for having to personally walk into the bottomless whirlpool, even disregarding our already dawning future.
But as you said, you love me not for my skin and body, not for my poetry and literary talent, nor for my status.
But I love that little light deep in my soul.
Now, that light suddenly flickered.
It tells me what to do.
After this is done, my cat, no matter how heavy the shackles of the cruel reality are on us, no matter how many obstacles our identities will leave for us, no matter what answer our father will give to our love, no matter what destiny will be.
Give a blessing or a curse to our union.
None of it matters anymore.
Anyway, in the history of our family, we have always been the only ones who have arrogantly offended the gods, and the gods have never protected us tolerantly.
I love you, cat.
forever.
wait for me.
Waiting for me to end everything in this suffocating whirlpool and pay off my debts.
wait for me.
The one who loves you, I hope is also the one you love
h·n·璨星
On the evening of November 19, 660, at the Blade Ya Camp
Destiny is like poetry, how do you know the rhyme pattern?
And I will let Roman deliver this letter. Since the unfortunate death of Tylenol, who you are familiar with, he has been my most reliable messenger. He is familiar with the route to the half tower, but he has a bad temper and is a bit naughty from time to time.
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