In the interrogation room, Belicia and Raphael both left.
Thales stared motionlessly at the empty room on the other side of the glass, his eyes lifeless and his mood complicated.
Sunset Bar…
Yara…
Familiar names echoed in his memory, causing endless waves every time.
Since that conversation with Gilbert, he, burdened with the heavy burden of being a prince, has sadly buried them in the deepest part of his heart.
Until just now.
Thales clenched his fists subconsciously.
The sin of Hell River has not been threatened by any outside, but it is still rushing and roaring in his veins.
"Your Highness, would you mind pushing me again?"
The pleasant and comfortable voice of Morat, coupled with the sizzling black-veined vines all the time, brought Thales back to reality from his complicated thoughts.
But it also made him even more upset and restless.
Thales slowly turned around and looked at the Black Prophet.
But Thales didn't move, nor did he help the wheelchair under the old man's knees that made him extremely sick.
Why.
Why here...
In front of the person he fears the most.
"You brought Belicia here on purpose, right?"
Thales' face was expressionless and his tone was cold.
The old man in the wheelchair put down his tea cup and turned around without caring.
"Not just so I can see the consequences of what I've done."
Thales' eyes turned cold and he looked directly at Morat:
"You know her identity and her past."
"You also know my past."
"So you deliberately asked Raphael to mention the Sunset Bar."
"In front of me."
The Black Prophet stared at him, a smile on his wrinkled face.
"How is it, Your Highness, are you surprised?"
For some reason, this smile looked so awkward in Thales's eyes.
proud.
dark.
hateful.
There must be a plan.
"What do you mean? What are you going to do?"
Thales stared at Morat, his eyes spitting fire:
"old man."
The interrogation room suddenly became oppressive and solemn. The old man's wheelchair and the black-veined vines on his knees began to squirm uneasily, making a sizzling sound at an extremely fast frequency.
In the darkness and silence, the Black Prophet chuckled.
Facing the prince's anger and accusations, he moved his wheelchair carelessly and turned around to face Thales:
"I thought you would be very happy when you see that the secret department is so attentive to your wishes and allows you to hear news about your childhood playmate again."
Morat looked quietly at the young man in front of him:
"Tiles..."
"prince?"
He deliberately left a long pause between the two words, making the young man frown.
They seemed to return to that afternoon at Mindis Hall, where Thales - a beggar, an illegitimate son, a boy with a secret and an uncertain future - had his first encounter with the most terrifying and insidious spy leader in the Kingdom of Stars, who was hunting down forbidden disasters.
Meet.
At that time, Jinnie, Gilbert, and even Yodel were by his side, and even the old witch Serena helped him.
But now, in the lair of the Kingdom's Secret Department.
No one can protect him.
Except himself.
"But when I asked you for help, you said so," Thales stared at the old man coldly:
"Only when I am strong enough can I talk about protecting them."
"Otherwise they will just become my...weakness."
His eyes were angry:
"Constrained by others."
Morat tutted softly:
"Very good, you still remember."
Black Prophet's expression turned cold, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.
"Then why did you ask Count Gilbert Castle to search for them continuously in the past few years?"
"Even if you ask Raphael for help, you have to do everything possible to hide it from my eyes and ears?"
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
he knows.
Duke Xinghu looked at Morat's smile: the old man in front of him knew very well about his request to Gilbert to find someone.
as always.
but……
Yara.
Thales called this name again.
No.
He couldn't let the Black Prophet find her.
Because that girl is not just Yara.
She is Yara Sarriton.
Assassin's flower.
"See? This is the problem, the reason why you have been incompatible with the secret department for many years," Morat's cold and sharp eyes were closely attached to him, as if he was determined to win:
"We will always go our own way and there will be no communication between us."
The black-veined vines coiled around his knees again, swishing like many poisonous snakes entangled in one place, strange and dangerous.
Thales gritted his teeth.
The pain of being torn apart and pretending to be disemboweled in the Fuxing Palace, the heart-wrenching pain of self-blame after witnessing countless tragedies in the interrogation room, the dissatisfaction with the setbacks in the occult affairs over the years, and the worry for Yara and the beggars.
, merged into Thales's blood vessels at this moment, and merged into his tormented nerves together with the sins of the Hell River.
It ignited the dissatisfaction in his chest.
Pointing directly at the old man in front of him.
"I said, put away your sniffing nose and stop meddling in my affairs."
Thales gritted his teeth and said:
"Or are you determined to use them as bargaining chips to threaten me?"
Black Prophet laughed uncontrollably:
"You are in danger in the North, Your Highness."
"So I'm not surprised that we have a lot of concerns and are not credulous enough to doubt our motives."
"In fact, it should be a good thing that you act cautiously and think twice about everything..."
Thales interrupted him with a sneer.
"Then why have you kept silent for the past six years? Why did you wait until I returned to China to reveal this matter in front of me?"
Morat paused for a while, thoughtfully.
"You are right, Your Highness."
"We started paying full attention to this..."
The old man said harshly:
"It's precisely because you have returned to China."
"Because as the Duke of Star Lake, you are now - to be precise, when you just expressed your dissatisfaction with my wheelchair - you can really reach the so-called 'powerful' level."
Morat looked at the other end of the interrogation room:
"That's why we let you see the scene just now."
"Your 'weakness'."
weakness.
Thales was stunned.
"What's the meaning?"
The Black Prophet grinned.
"Your Highness, you are young, mature and extremely smart. I don't need to say anything to understand His Majesty's intention of asking you to come here."
"About the 'mess' you saw," the old man turned to the empty room on the other side of the glass, with black-veined vine branches going back and forth, as if he was staring at Thales all the time:
"What do you think?"
A mess.
Thales's heart was empty.
Without waiting for his answer, Morat said slowly:
“Unemployed workers at the winery…”
"An order for dueling weapons from the blacksmith shop..."
"The nobles of the Blade Territory protested..."
Every time he said a word, Thales fell into a daze.
"A murder caused by lettuce..."
"Also, the Northland girl from Hongfang Street..."
These, these are all...
Thales' lips moved slightly, but in the end he couldn't squeeze out even a single word.
"I know."
Morat's tone softened:
"You feel aggrieved, depressed, sad and angry."
"All of this is actually not your intention."
"But that's the power of power."
The power of power.
Thales was speechless.
The Black Prophet continued to stare at him, smiling broadly, but with no warmth in his eyes.
"Before this, everyone - whether it is Count Kasuo, Lady Jinni, or even His Majesty, they must have warned you: As the Prince of Stars, Duke of Star Lake, and the heir to the throne of this kingdom, your decision will have far-reaching consequences.
endless."
Thales took a deep breath: "I know, I will try to make up for it..."
But Morat suddenly shouted loudly, drowning out his confession:
"But maybe they didn't tell you the crueler part: What you do doesn't really matter compared to the high position you hold."
"No matter how you try to make up for it, it won't help."
Thales raised his head in shock.
"What?"
Doesn't matter?
To no avail?
The old man moved the wheelchair and came to him with a hoarse voice:
"Because your 'behavior' itself is more influential than its content and substance."
“What matters is not what you did, whether you did it or not, nor whether you did it right or wrong, but what matters is where you are.”
At that moment, the Black Prophet's eyes were like a bottomless black hole, possessing unprecedented suction power, firmly covering Thales:
"It is your place and existence."
What matters is not what you did...
It is your place and existence...
Thales frowned and looked at the old man.
But what came to his mind were the words of another "person":
[Tales, in this world, they don’t hate us... What they cannot forgive and find difficult to accept is not our behavior...]
【But our existence.】
"Under the power of power, your position is different from that of others, and the gap is established. No matter what you do at the upper reaches of power, what is supposed to happen will always happen."
The Black Prophet's expression was indifferent and his eyes were misty. He looked at Thales, but it seemed more like he was looking into the distance:
"If you make a little wave, the torrent will roll in."
"You are understated, but you are full of color and ink."
"Your whisper is deafening."
Morat sighed slowly, feeling inexplicably:
"Power, it pours down like a torrent and overwhelms everything: starting from you, to the noble of the Blades just now, to the businessman Dagory and the blacksmith old Gibbon, and even to Miss Belicia and the poor
From the vegetable and fruit farmers to all the people in the kingdom, there is no exception."
"No one can save it, and it is powerless to stop it."
"This is the 'weakness' that ultimately prevents you from reuniting with your childhood friends after so many years."
Thales was stunned.
[Your Highness, with all due respect, it is very simple to find their whereabouts...]
【But, what happens after you find it?】
Gilbert's words rang in his mind:
[Have you ever thought about the impact your rewards, repayments, or even just secret observations may have on them? 】
[It’s easy to do one thing, but it’s extremely difficult to perfectly handle the countless consequences it brings.]
Thinking of this, Thales became more and more depressed.
"You mean... no matter what I do, power will always distort what I do, and as a prince, I can only accept it in exchange for a cold and hard heart?"
Morat didn't speak. He looked at the young man in front of him carefully.
There was silence in the interrogation room for a long time.
Until the Black Prophet's eyes focused again:
"In fact, in order to prevent such accidents and losses, at the upper reaches of power, at the top of the crowd, around us..."
"A high wall is built from here."
Thales raised his head.
The Black Prophet’s eyes were shining and he spoke with certainty:
"A buffer wall to prevent a noble person like you from being regretted for eternity if he fails."
"Thus separating the torrents and thunders of power."
Morat turned the wheelchair and looked at the empty interrogation room:
"So we have social etiquette, life fashion, facade decoration, behavioral style... These seemingly unrelated factors are all the results of power, and they are the social dams that it builds on its own during its operation."
"Use differences to separate people, use differences to divide superiors and inferiors, use rejection to label categories, and rely on rupture to regulate behavior."
"Come and tell the world: they are all that we are not."
Thales frowned.
The Black Prophet has sharp eyes:
"Yes, they block communication, foster estrangement, breed conflicts, and mark class."
"But it also built a natural flood pond for the rampaging barbaric power."
Looking at Thales who was confused, Morat snorted:
"Yesterday, if you drank that glass of wine according to etiquette, if you followed the aristocratic fashion and ate something else, if you wrote 'Dueling is strictly prohibited' on the facade, if you adhered to the royal family's usual aloof style, instead of being dissatisfied with An
Protesters like K. Bailar are welcome to come..."
Morat changed the subject:
"And this, this is the 'weakness' you exposed yesterday - at least one of it."
He didn't say any more.
But Thales's brows furrowed even more tightly.
The prince suddenly remembered that on the day he returned to Yongxing City, Marius had unkindly prevented the prince from showing up in public and insisted that he stay low-key in the carriage, saying that this would "save a lot of trouble."
And he...
He proudly gave Marius a sword in return.
Morat exhaled and let the black-veined vines on his knees stretch randomly:
"Most nobles and high-ranking people have grown up under such norms since they were young. It is almost instinctive: they know that they must act with restraint, express their opinions cautiously, behave politely, and have a serious and upright attitude. They subconsciously practice separation.
with the principle of segmentation to avoid setting a bad example and breaching the dam, allowing power – whether top-down suction or bottom-up buoyancy – to swallow them up.”
With the lowest feeling of despair, Thales snorted sarcastically.
"You mean, I need to go back and reinvent my etiquette lessons?"
But the Black Prophet's eyes were sharp and he ignored his interruption:
"But this also creates a problem that these people use every day without knowing it: they are used to doing it, like instinct, but they don't know why they do it."
"They cannot get over this high wall and dam. Outside the norms, they will be at a loss when faced with the barbaric attitude of power after breaking free from the constraints."
The old man in the wheelchair looked directly at Thales and his tone changed:
"But Your Highness Thales, you, you are different."
Thales was startled.
The Black Prophet raised his lips slightly:
"Although you are of noble birth, you come from humble beginnings."
"You are based on the upper reaches of the river, but you can understand the huge waves on the lower bank of the other bank better than most nobles and dandy officials."
"And today you see how they originate inconspicuously from the tiny ripples under your noble fingertips."
Thales bit his lower lip.
"First this mess, then my past..."
The prince suppressed the confusion and confusion in his heart:
"Having said so much, you want me to stand on this high wall, make a choice between gains and losses of power, make sacrifices, ignore and accept the 'big wave' after the 'ripples', only then can I overcome my weakness and become
Truly 'powerful'?"
Speaking of this, Thales felt distressed.
Morat stared at him for a long time.
But unexpectedly, the old man finally shook his head.
"No."
"I told you to eliminate your weaknesses."
“But the means don’t have to be rigid.”
The next second, Black Prophet's tone became urgent, and every word contained strength:
"A little wave will turn into a torrent."
"Understatement is full of color."
"A whisper can make one deafen."
Morat's eyes flashed, as if there were blades in them:
"From another perspective, this is not a weakness, but a strength."
"It is the true power of power."
"It is the power that many people dream of."
At that moment, Thales had an illusion:
The old man in the wheelchair in front of him became the deepest point in the endless darkness, swallowing up all the light.
King Nun, King Charman, King Kessel... These people seemed to be looking at him from the other side of darkness.
The black-veined vines made an ominous sound and squirmed more violently.
"You are not good at drinking, so countless brewing workers have been laid off because of the banquet organizers' suspicion and doubts about your preferences..."
"But your clear taste in wine can also force wine merchants to work hard to brew better wine, or do everything possible to expand new business routes for exporting abroad."
The Black Prophet suddenly became aggressive:
"Your reckless duel at the banquet will cause thousands of young people to spill blood on the streets due to impulse."
"But your bravery and fearlessness in the face of a duel can also inspire the martial spirit of the kingdom and wipe out the voice of invincibility."
"Your tolerance for lawless people like Bailar will make countless subordinates unstable and ready to take action."
"But your harsh pursuit of justice and life can also warn people of evil spirits, deter unhealthy tendencies, and unite noble people to go through fire and water for you."
"If you make good deeds at the banquet and follow the example, you will attract the profit-seeking villains to flock to the crowd, and the people will not know the good or the bad."
"But you can also turn your hand into a decree, speak out and make contributions, lead the direction of the kingdom, and open up a way out for the future."
Thales faced the intelligence chief of the Secret Service in shock.
I saw the old man saying gloomily:
"You, who are on both sides of the high wall, should focus on these, rather than lingering anxiously on the ruins of power after the flood tide passes."
The power of power.
Thales stared at Morat, with mixed thoughts and confusion in his mind.
But then he remembered another passage:
[Believe me, your people can always give you unexpected and counterproductive feedback.]
【People will always respond to the ruler in ways that are unexpected and catch him off guard.】
The Duke of Xihuang seemed to be standing in front of him again, with a ferocious face and a tacit smile at him.
Thales was heartbroken.
"But you said it," he said with difficulty:
"My 'action' itself is more influential than its content and substance."
"No matter what I do, there will be countless messes, and if I deliberately make up for it..."
"That's right!"
The Black Prophet interrupted him loudly, his voice like a poisonous snake spitting a message, but at this moment it was very powerful:
"That's why you have to be more focused and go all out,"
"Trying to get the content and substance of your actions," he stretched out his finger and pointed at Thales' heart:
"Beyond itself."
"The original sin that transcends its place and existence, in turn, covers its weaknesses."
"Are you worried that with the bonus of your power, your concern for your childhood playmates will become their prison river ferry bell?" Black Prophet suddenly mentioned what Thales cared about most: "Then you have to think more about how to
Let your concern and your actions go beyond the limitations of your position of power and drive away the ferry boat that is urging you to die."
Thales looked uncertain and confused.
"What you have to do is not to make up for it, but to take control. It is not to stand on this high wall and sigh, but to ride on this high wall and ride the waves."
Black Prophet snorted coldly: "There is a proverb in the Far East..."
"A gentleman serves things, and a villain serves things."
Thales pondered silently.
"Your Highness," Morat held down the arm of the chair, and the black-veined vines on it gradually calmed down: "This is what the late king did."
"Crown Prince Midir is like this."
"Your Majesty Kessel, the same is true."
Hearing the familiar name, Thales frowned fiercely.
He stared at the other party:
"What if...I can't do it?"
The Black Prophet smiled.
"You can do it."
Morat moved the wheelchair and turned his back to the prince.
"You can do it from the moment you return home."
"You have already prepared it."
"It's just the final touch."
He said sadly:
"It's just that you are too cautious, too fearful, and too wary of its unpredictable power and possible consequences."
Thales gritted his teeth, his thoughts uncertain.
After a few seconds, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the back of the Black Prophet.
"I do not like you."
"I know," Morat said without looking back.
"But as I said, it doesn't matter whether you like me or not."
"What's important is that if you don't like me, you can transcend the established position between me and you," the old man said slowly:
“With you in control, real effectiveness comes.”
Thales' expression changed slightly.
Morat took a deep breath, moved the wheelchair, and prepared to leave.
At this moment.
"Are you going to be lonely?"
Black Prophet made a move.
He saw Thales casting his gaze behind him:
"Lord Hanson, you said before that it has been a long, long time since I met someone who can feel at ease in front of you without any burden, and who is not afraid of lying to you."
"That feeling must be very lonely."
Morat did not speak, only his back was silent.
"So……"
Thales' tone changed slightly:
"The Scarlet Witch."
At that moment, Thales saw the black veined vines on the Black Prophet's wheelchair trembling.
"It is said that Ms. Kashan, who can deceive you, is not afraid of people who lie to you...is she one of them?"
Morat remained silent, only the black-veined vines squirmed back and forth, becoming more and more joyful.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room became very delicate.
After a few seconds.
"Please forgive me, I am old and have limited energy."
"I'm going to rest first," Black Prophet remained motionless, but the demonic vines on his knees began to stir horribly, covering the wheel and dyeing it into endless pitch black:
"Raphael, entertain His Highness well and make him feel at home."
Thales turned his head in surprise, and then realized that Raphael was already standing at the door without knowing it.
The Desolate Skeleton Man bowed respectfully.
Morat's wheelchair, covered by dark vines, rolled strangely and alarmingly, carrying him forward and disappearing outside the door.
The interrogation room returned to tranquility and relaxation.
Thales stared blankly in the direction in which the Black Prophet left.
"So, his wheelchair can actually move on its own."
He murmured:
"There's no need for me to push."
Raphael came to his side and smiled:
"Sometimes, some people may need a little push."
Thales sighed.
"How did you get along with him after all these years?"
Raphael raised his eyebrows and looked at the door where the Black Prophet disappeared.
"He said," the Desolate Skeleton Man said calmly:
"And I listen."
Thales hummed with a gloomy expression:
"I guess so."
Raphael smiled easily and gestured to the door:
"As I said, when you get to the secret department, you will only feel more uncomfortable."
The prince sighed and followed Raphael out of the interrogation room.
"Belicia, is that girl gone?"
With mixed emotions, Thales walked past the portrait of Princess Theodora of "The Glory Star" ("I didn't even look at you, you are scolding me, you are a narcissist!"—— Thales's inner incompetence was angered by the small theater), and asked one after another.
Raphael nodded:
"What, you want to be gentle with her for a while longer?"
Thales frowned and looked at him with dissatisfaction on his face.
Raphael smiled easily and raised his hands to express surrender.
Thales glanced at him and snorted:
"But you...Cohen?"
"He will be fine," Raphael said without blushing or breathing, without any shame, "when she realizes that he is not me."
"But you won't," Thales said coldly with a hint of arrogance, "when he realizes that you sold him."
"It doesn't matter," Raphael said, completely unburdened and relaxed:
"He's used to it."
"Besides, Cohen..."
Raphael paused slightly, curved his mouth, and thought about what he wanted to say:
He can't beat me.
"Raphael."
The two walked in silence for a while, and Thales suddenly spoke:
"Do you do this often?"
"Wipe your butt for me...?"
Raphael frowned and turned back.
"Morat said that I have always been incompatible with the secret science - we always go our own way, and there is no communication between us." Thales said quietly.
"I brought you... a lot of trouble?"
Raphael sighed slightly.
"Probably." He responded casually without saying anything else.
Thales sneered slightly.
Is it.
"But it's not all trouble, right? I should... be of some help?"
Thales thought about the "mess" he saw today and the "butt" the secret department wiped for him.
【What you have to do is not to make up for it, but to take control.】
Raphael was silent for a while.
"Do you want me to tell the truth?"
Thales looked at the Bone Man.
"The State Council, Longxiao City, the Great Desert, Blade Tooth Camp..."
Raphael's expression remained unchanged as he counted the locations one by one:
"Basically, all the times you 'played freely' and saved the world alone, you helped..."
"It's all a waste of time."
Thales' complexion changed.
"No way?"
Raphael turned his head and gave him a polite fake smile.
"But--"
Thales caught up with him and said angrily:
"This is a state meeting. If I hadn't persuaded Zhan En..."
"We have a backup plan."
"In Longxiao City, if I hadn't gone back and defeated Lumba..."
"We also have a backup plan."
"The great desert..."
“Expected.”
"Blade Tooth Camp..."
"A complete waste of time."
Thales couldn't catch his breath and said unhappily:
"Really?"
Raphael shrugged: "The Secret Department of the Kingdom is the most well-planned place in the stars. We have a record of any accidents - including you, and the prince's butt is one of them."
Upon hearing this name, Thales took a deep breath and reminded himself not to get angry.
"Okay, let's take the most exaggerated example..."
"Six years ago, when you executed the 'Dragon's Blood', did you ever think that it would get out of control like this? Sarriton? Shield of Shadows? Darkroom? Charmaine Lombard?"
Raphael looked back at him.
"certainly."
"It's all as expected."
Thales was stunned and immediately laughed angrily:
"Your secret department... really dare to say that?"
Raphael shook his head and said slowly:
"This is true."
"The status and function of the secret department, as well as the relationship and strength of the two countries, have already determined what the consequences will be once the Battle of Dragon Blood begins."
"But the most important thing is that no matter how things develop, they are still within the acceptable range and have not exceeded our expectations."
"Even if there is an accident, it will be covered by the backup plan."
Thales snorted disdainfully.
"real?"
Thales took a deep breath and remembered the conversation he had just had with the Black Prophet about the consequences of power:
"Charmaine is king, and his ambition is even greater than that of Nunn."
"The Northland is in decay, and the chaos is far greater than expected."
"The prince is captured, and the succession of the king is in doubt."
"These are also in the plan?"
The two continued to move forward.
"Didn't we say that? No matter whether Rumba wins or Nunn wins, both sides will still fight to the death," Raphael said casually:
"After the dragon's blood, Exeter will be broken into pieces and will be difficult to assemble, just like now."
"As for Lumba's ambitions, the situation in the North, or your whereabouts..."
"It's all within the plan."
All right.
Thales sneered repeatedly when he heard this, and he crossed his arms:
"What about disaster?"
"What if the big bloody octopus in Longxiao City loses control and the Sky Queen doesn't come?"
Raphael was silent for a while.
"Don't worry, we also have a backup plan."
The Desolate Bone Man said calmly:
"Even if the dragon doesn't come, we still have an absolutely sure way to completely suppress the blood disaster."
Recalling the power of the magician Giza, Thales smiled sarcastically.
Is it.
I deeply doubt it.
"So, what about the situation where your plan was discovered by the Scarlet Witch and you were betrayed? What's the backup plan?"
"Since we are going to Longxiao City, we must have a head-on confrontation with the darkroom," Raphael said without any panic:
"Being blocked by them is also expected."
"Didn't you come out safely?"
Thales raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head.
It sounds like a tough talk.
"What about when King Charman enters the Palace of Heroes and prepares to unite with the Grand Dukes and send the coalition forces south to invade the stars?"
The prince said coldly:
"Don't tell me, is that expected?"
"Also have a backup plan?"
Raphael didn't look back:
"certainly."
Thales shook his head in disdain and sarcastically said:
"Yes, the backup plan is to let the little boy turn back and break into the chimney of the Palace of Heroes..."
Raphael's steps suddenly stopped!
They stopped.
Thales turned back in confusion.
"This should be top secret, but, Your Highness, since you are so suspicious..."
At that moment, the prince suddenly discovered that the desolate man's expression was extremely serious.
"Let me put it this way."
Raphael's red eyes stared straight at him:
"Do you think that if Lombard successfully framed you as the murderer of King Nun and even persuaded the archdukes to send troops south, do we really have no countermeasures?"
Countermeasures...
Thales frowned secretly.
"Moreover, you are standing here, and for six years you have always thought that this was the time when you were alone to save the world and turn the tide..."
The prince's expression changed slightly.
Raphael's tone was very mysterious, with a profound meaning:
"How do you know that in the Palace of Heroes back then..."
"Allies who are secretly communicating with us and cooperating with each other..."
Just listen to Raphael's faint and authentic voice:
"Only Rumba?"
The voice fell.
Time seemed to stand still for that second.
Thales was completely stunned.
There is only one Rumba.
What……
mean?
In the quiet corridor of the Secret Department, Raphael looked at the astonished Thales expressionlessly.
"That may not be polite, Your Highness."
"Even though your original choice was quite courageous."
Beside them, "Oriental Porn" Alf looked at them quietly in the portrait.
"But you are just one of the countless spare pieces in the chess game..."
Raphael narrowed his eyes and spoke in a profound tone:
"One of them."
Thales was stunned for ten seconds.
One of them?
At that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to the bloody storm six years ago, and heard the hustle and bustle of Longxiao City again.
Disaster strikes, Nun's death, Black Sand enters the city, the Grand Duke Alliance, South to the Stars, the Grand Duchess, King Charmaine...
But……
Scenes of old scenes flashed through my mind.
Thales only felt that his thinking was stiff and stagnant, making it difficult to act.
Longxiao City, Palace of Heroes.
Everything in the past was like a beautiful painting that had just been torn to pieces by Raphael.
But……
No.
One of them.
No!
Raphael looked at the prince's lost expression, smiled with satisfaction, and turned around again.
But right now.
"Bailal."
The Desolate Skeleton Man turned back strangely.
"Ank Bailar, the assassin last night."
Thales slowly raised his head, looked dazed, and murmured.