Fuxing Palace is the most important, central and tallest large-scale building in Yongxing City.
In the 34th year of the End Calendar, during the late reign of King Tormund I, he built this semi-pyramid-shaped palace rising from the ground and surrounded by six-sided palace walls, imitating the style of the imperial palace in the triumphal capital of the ancient empire. After that, at least
Six supreme kings expanded or repaired it. Under the hands of countless skilled craftsmen, the palace and walls were painted in classic and mottled colors. The layout of the palace was grand and majestic. After more than six hundred years of washing, the Fuxing Palace was full of charm.
A sense of vicissitudes of life.
Above the 225 steps is the Hall of Stars supported by 24 giant columns. It is grand and spacious and is specially used to hold state meetings. The open-air northern part of the hall faces the palace outside the palace wall.
Xingju Square is the largest commercial square in the central district. To the south is the imperial meeting room, and in the middle is a large and spacious meeting hall, which can accommodate a large number of nobles to gather here.
At this time, in the imperial conference room, two people were sitting on both sides of the discussion table. Under two eternal lamps, the atmosphere was quiet and heavy.
The thirty-ninth supreme king of the stars, the sturdy Kessel V, put down the letter and report in his hand and raised his head to look at the dusty noble opposite.
The forty-nine-year-old Val Arend, the Lord of the Kingdom's Cold Castle and the Guardian Duke of the North, squinted his eyes and looked back at his lord.
As one of the heads of the six most wealthy families in the kingdom, Val looks less "noble", mostly due to the scar that extends from his chest to his chin. He has neatly shaved short round hair, which makes people almost look...
I don't know the color of his brown-black hair.
Val's appearance is different from that of common Star People. His eyes are dark and sharp, his nose is high and his lips are protruding. The stubble on his chin is densely covered with stubble. His whole person looks sharp and angular, and the chain armor uniform on his body still carries the chill of the north.
, melting frost water flows down from time to time.
On his chest and shoulders, the white background flying eagle emblem of the Arlend family, the head of the six wealthy families who have guarded the Northland since the ancient empire, is lifelike, with a snow branch in his mouth, majestically facing Kessel.
Open its claws.
"Iron Eagle" Duke Val Arend, he is more like a frontline warrior than a pampered wealthy lord.
"What an impressive forty-eighth birthday present, Duke Arend." Kessel said coldly.
"So?" Val raised his head without showing any signs of weakness and glared at his king: "Are you going to kill me here to hold me accountable?"
"His Majesty Kessel has no heir?"
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Mind reading?
Thales was so unbelievable that he could even hear his own heart beating irregularly.
Looking at Morat's sinister eyes, he thought bitterly: What else can I hide?
"Young sir, don't be too surprised," Morat gently stroked the inconspicuous black wooden crutch in his hand, which was the same as his appearance: "You know, I have seen your expression too many times.
.”
"From criminals," Morat said with a horrifying smile, showing his broken teeth, "to kings."
"Hahahahaha..." Morat laughed sinisterly.
Facing such a person...such a terrible person...
Ha ha……
Thales's mind was completely confused.
I might as well...
Just at this time!
"calm."
A voice came faintly from my ear.
"He's been lying all along."
Thales was severely shocked!
He slapped his hand on the banquet table - the sudden call of a childish voice shocked his heart.
Morat laughed and looked at him strangely.
"Don't act rashly, now you can only hear the occasional forest sound."
Thales grabbed a corner of the banquet table and stared at Morat, turning his surprise at the sound into fear at Morat's mind-reading ability.
"He doesn't bother to read minds!" the young lolita voice said in the ear.
Can’t read minds?
"But he can determine the existence of lies." The mysterious voice said.
Thales forced himself to suppress his disturbed state of mind and closed his eyes tightly.
A memory comes back.
"Qi Ren, the research object of psychology focuses on the behavior and psychology of individuals, while our research object is biased towards the behavior and psychology of groups. There are huge differences between the two." An old professor smoked his pipe and blew out a puff of smoke.
Looking at Wu Feiren, who was flipping through the first draft of the paper in annoyance, he smiled and said slowly:
"But one thing is common. Human behavior and psychology have always been elusive and difficult to predict, let alone the miracle of laws. In the face of such a miracle, researchers must be humble."
"You also know that attempts to cover all human social phenomena with one or several macro theories have long been riddled with criticism."
"Because there has never been a possibility to completely understand people's hearts."
The memories of his past life passed away like a tide, and merged into his already large sea of memories.
Thales opened his eyes suddenly and looked straight ahead at the Black Prophet, waiting for his answer.
The heat is almost done, Morat Hansen thought silently. He narrowed his eyes with interest and looked at the little boy in front of him.
But, judging from his appearance, is there really something serious that Yodel has hidden?
Morat squeezed his cane - very good, let's see how many more lies he can tell.
Coming here today is not just about verifying Yoder's words, but also looking for clues about the new magician.
Morat took a breath of sweet air, it was really luxurious and decadent.
More importantly... come and meet the future King of the Stars, and cultivate in his heart respect and awe for the secret science of the kingdom.
And dependence and...submission.
One "assertive" king like Kessel is enough.
The stars can only shine brightly in darkness.
Morat thought with satisfaction.
"Next, please listen carefully to what I have to say." At this time, the loli voice in Thales' ear whispered.
"He doesn't know we talked."
"He only knows what he says."
"I can't transmit the message anymore, he found it out for free."
"Preserve yourself, ally."
The familiar voice in his ear, which had serious air leakage but made him feel at ease at the moment, never came again.
Thales took another breath. At this time, although he still looked frightened on the surface, he had regained his strength in his heart.
It's just another game - he told himself.
His gray eyes continued to expand and contract, finally focusing on Morat in front of him.
The brain that had been blocked and frozen by shock and fear also started to rotate in due time.
First, sort out the existing information.
Morat was lying - after being reminded by the mysterious Lolita, he calmly made this judgment.
One, I met the magician.
Second, the magician spoke to me.
Three, the magician discovered that I am the next magician.
The secret that Thales needs to hide is three layers of progressive information. The problem is - Yodel knows all three layers of information!
If Yoder had told Morat everything... then the "Black Prophet" would not be here at all, and what might be waiting for me is the so-called "Legendary Anti-Magic Armed Forces" from Asida.
I shouldn't doubt Yodel. From Red Square Street to Manor, he did everything he could to ensure my safety - Thales told himself apologetically.
[He didn’t know they had spoken]—The voice told himself: Morat didn’t know that the magician had spoken to Thales.
So - Morat only knew the first level from the beginning. As for the rest, he was all lying and trying to trick Thales!
And he stupidly took the bait, and his panicked performance probably led him to the second level.
[He only knows what he said] - The voice also said: Morat only knows what Morat himself said.
The only most certain thing in Morat's words is: Asheida has discovered a new magician!
But that's all. Yoder probably only told him half of the third level. He didn't know who the new magician was!
[He doesn’t bother to read minds] - Since Morat can’t read minds, the way he pinched the bridge of his nose to use his powers was just a pretense to deceive me!
The reason why he could confidently find the image of the air magician from my "brain" - I am so stupid. Looking at Aixida's appearance of not changing her clothes for hundreds of years, how could the secret department possibly do it?
Don't know what he looks like?
As for the energy ball in Aixida's hand - the same is true, the air wall must be Aixida's famous signature skill!
He likes the habit of making balls of human flesh - after the battle in Red Square Street, the bodies that were made into balls must have been discovered!
And the darkness of Hongfang Street that night - isn't this nonsense! Even a fifth-level security officer could tell this during the subsequent investigation!
Therefore, this guy's so-called mind-reading ability - Thales frowned and thought bitterly - it was all an illusion decorated by Morat with known information to scare me and force me to submit!
Let’s confirm this below.
"Lord Hansen," Thales raised his head with fear on his face and said with a slight trembling: "Since - since you can read minds, why do you still come to ask me?"
"Just read my thoughts directly..."
"How dare you," Morat smiled slightly, holding his cane and bowing slightly: "The brain of the person whose mind is being read will suffer more or less damage."
"And you are my future master after all."
Then why did you dare just now!? Thales roared in his heart.
"However, if you want to save trouble, I can only comply with your wishes and go directly into your brain. I will try my best not to hurt..." Morat's smile did not diminish and he extended his left hand to Thales.
"No, no, no! No need!" Thales waved his hands in panic, "I'll tell you directly."
Looking at Thales's expression, Morat shook his head inwardly as if he was mocking himself.
After all, he is just a seven-year-old child.
"As ordered." Black Prophet lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Thales was completely convinced in his heart at this time.
Fool me!
Fool me again!
call_a_bluff!
With such good acting skills, why don’t you go to Mingye Temple!
but……
[But he can determine the existence of lies] - This is the only thing that makes Thales particularly concerned.
A black-tech human lie detector with unknown mechanism?
In other words, in front of the Black Prophet, I cannot fabricate things out of thin air. I can only use "partial truth" to cover up and conceal the real vital key.
It's partially true.
Thales lamented in his heart: Why didn't I study journalism in the first place?