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.
There was a lot of discussion in the Hall of Stars.
The Duke and Earls all remained calm, but when they looked at each other, they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.
Thales adjusted his tie.
【Tiles.】
The time traveler calls out the name of his world.
【it's time.】
Thales stepped down the steps decisively.
【Just treat it as another game.】
step.
One more step.
"I'm sorry I don't understand what you mean, Your Majesty..." Count Dastan on the ground raised his head and looked directly at Kessel: "The heir you chose is not among the nobles in this hall?"
The High King just looked at him coldly and said nothing.
In the narrow passage, Thales clutched his forehead tightly.
The memory flashes back again.
But he still gritted his teeth and walked forward firmly.
Open your eyes, it's the hall of stars.
When you close your eyes, it's another self, living in the fragments of memory.
[The bond between the lord and his vassals is filled with strong personal feelings and private colors... The struggle for power gradually deteriorated, order collapsed, coordination was unstable, and periodic episodes of chaotic violence... The unified feudal system eventually fragmented
broken……】
[But the rise of feudalism is still a valuable effort for us to stabilize public rule...]
[Poggi also believes that in this process, the legitimacy of power, the limits of the monarch's rule, the responsibilities and traditions of the country, and even the importance of law have entered the historical perspective and been recognized - this is feudalism
The system is the most precious legacy left to subsequent countries...]
[But we still have to ask, what exactly is missing from poggi’s observations and analysis? 】
What exactly is missing?
"Your Majesty, have you chosen your heir?" The one-eyed dragon, Coste de Nantriste, raised his meaningful one eye and looked around: "It seems that the Teback family and the two prominent families in the southwest have not come?
"
The High King still ignored him.
Thales came to a side door and could already see the civilians outside the Hall of Stars.
No, not the side door.
He realized that the door in front of him was leading to the center of the hall - the Twenty Stone Seat.
It's the main entrance.
The guards had serious expressions, but some couldn't help but look at him and the badge on his body.
The moment they saw it clearly, many people's breathing quickened, and some even leaned forward uncontrollably.
But a guard who looked like a leader sternly scolded them back, then respectfully saluted Thales and cleared the way to the hall.
However, just when Thales was about to take a step forward.
"Go ahead."
"You'll be better than him."
Thales raised his head suddenly!
All I saw was that the guard had turned and left.
A silhouette of a man wearing armor was left behind.
Yodel.
Thales clenched his fists.
It's you?
Similarly, civilians outside the hall have already seen the little boy outside the door.
They began to whisper and signal to each other.
The memory flashbacks dispersed like a tide.
The time traveler felt as if there was an extra force in his body, making him more energetic.
Thales took three deep breaths.
Just another game.
It’s just another thesis defense.
Thales cleared away all emotions and expressions and stepped onto the carpet with star blue patterns.
Start his journey.
He moved forward, stepping past the ordinary civilians on the outermost edge.
A suburban squire dressed a little rustically poked a friend next to him who was running errands between the city and the countryside.
"Who is that?"
"Can children come in too?"
"Maybe a noble?"
"so small?"
"Hey, did you see that? That kid is so beautifully dressed."
"We'll catch up with the Baron's lady soon."
Thales didn't look sideways.
He moved forward, stepping on the steps and mats composed of merchants, craftsmen, farmers, and business leaders.
A fat carriage merchant was a little surprised.
He pulled the arms of his two colleagues.
"Look at that kid!"
"Is it a late noble?"
"This costume is not as simple as that of a little noble!"
"Do you recognize that emblem on him?"
"It looks familiar. I had a group of guests before, and the scrolls they held had that mark."
"Why are you coming in at this time?"
Thales kept walking.
He moved forward, stepping past the seats composed of honorary servicemen and government bureaucrats.
The judge from a small village in the suburbs saw him.
He frowned, lowered his head and whispered in the ear of another city hall signing officer.
"Look at that family crest."
"That's... oh my god!"
"How can it be?"
"I don't think it's possible either. You won't admit your mistake, right?"
"I have handled hundreds of king's warrants! How can I admit my mistake!"
Thales ignored it.
He moved forward, stepping past the helpless stone seats of Lords, Barons and other lower-ranking nobles.
A baron smoking a pipe had a flash in his eyes and almost bit the pipe in his mouth.
He leaned forward and patted his friend on the shoulder.
"Is that... a nine-pointed star?"
"What? This..."
"Do you think the same as me?"
"almost."
"Then now..."
"Yes, he is worthy of being the king with an iron fist."
Thales didn't care.
He moved forward, stepping past the stone seats of viscounts, earls and other middle-class nobles.
An honorary earl opened his mouth in disbelief.
He didn't need to inform others, many nobles had already seen Thales.
"That is……"
"Your Majesty...how will this end?"
"No, there's been no news at all for so many years..."
"Could it be that he is an illegitimate child living outside..."
"Then lords..."
"Oh, this pool is too deep..."
"Just wait and see the good show."
The crowd's chatter, noise, and noise grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a commotion and roar.
People stood up one after another, leaned forward, and rushed to look at the mysterious boy with a gold and silver nine-pointed star.
In the stone seat in the center, Cohen turned his head strangely and looked at the source of the commotion.
A boy dressed in noble clothing and wearing a nine-pointed star brooch came forward with a serious face.
Cohen looked at the nine-pointed star and froze on the spot.
Why does that boy... have the clan emblem of the bright... bright star on his body?
The traveler stepped onto the Thirteen Stones without changing his expression.
Gilbert winked at him.
The three sitting Dukes clearly saw the boy walking step by step in front of them.
They can no longer remain calm.
Val looked at the boy approaching in shock, clenching his fists.
"Are you kidding me?"
Cullen frowned and leaned forward with his fat body.
"That boy...the emblem on his body..."
Cyril grinded his terrible teeth, twitched his eyebrows, and bit out a few words.
"Ah...this is really...unexpected."
The Supreme King raised his head slightly, with both a cold light and a smile in his eyes.
Just listen to him chuckle and say:
"Everyone, come and meet Thales."
The lords who knelt on one knee turned around one after another.
The moment he saw the boy's face clearly, the pupils of the South Bank Guardian Duke, Jann Kelvindill, immediately expanded and contracted.
he.
he?
he!
Kessel started stroking his scepter again, and once again spoke words full of authority and weight:
"He is my son."
"The only blood descendant of the Bright Star royal family."
Thales put his right hand forward and his left hand behind his back, bowing deeply to the king.
He turned to the lords all over the land.
"Good day, my lords."
Thales heard himself say this.
That was the first time that Thales spoke to the noble lords in the stars who held heavy armies and dominated the kingdom.