On the training ground with light snow falling, a small figure held on to a heavy thick wooden sword and shield. While his footsteps were intertwined with the sword and shield, he knocked away the wooden sword of a guard in front of him.
Thales was panting, holding the wooden sword, straightened up again, and shouted: "Come again!"
His training target, the leader of the Bright Star private army in Mindis Hall, Jorah was looking at Thales in embarrassment.
"Your Highness, how long has he been like this?"
On one side of the training ground, Count Gilbert Cassel asked a Bright Star private soldier next to him with a worried look on his face.
"The training has been going on for three hours since this morning, sir." The guard said with the same worry: "And last night, the lights in His Highness's study were on all night long... Lord Jorah even asked us to stay at the door all night, inside.
No matter what happens, we must rush in as soon as possible.”
Gilbert sighed.
After yesterday's unusual meeting with envoys, the second prince returned to Mindis Hall.
Gilbert received the most urgent order from His Majesty: to make the most thorough preparations for His Royal Highness the Prince's mission to the north.
After all, it would only take a few days for the strong Xinyao to travel back and forth between Yongxing City and Longxiao City... They could set off at any time.
Throughout the whole day yesterday, he and a group of officials and lords and nobles of all sizes were engaged in various matters - from His Royal Highness's aide-de-camp, travel schedule, to the wording of credentials, and even the aftermath of the Northern Duke's imprisonment in the North.
I was so busy with other things, I didn't have time to take a look at the Mindis Hall until now.
But what really worries Gilbert is Thales' mental state - after all, not every child can face it calmly when his father uses it as a bargaining chip to quell the war.
For example, right now, Your Highness is probably struggling with His Majesty's seemingly ruthless decision...
Gilbert raised his head and was surprised to see Thales breathing heavily, waving his hand, and dropping the sword in his hand.
"Take a break and go have lunch - I've been practicing for so long, why didn't you remind me?" Thales waved his hand and said tiredly.
The relieved Jorah quickly nodded in agreement, while Thales began to untie the shield in his hand.
Gilbert walked forward quickly.
"Your Highness," the former Foreign Minister said cautiously, "With all due respect, you are still recovering from an old injury, and you really shouldn't be wasting your body like this..."
"Don't worry, Gilbert... Look, my injuries are almost healed," Thales skillfully and quickly took off the shield on his left, moved his left arm, and bared his teeth and said, "Short
Three days... maybe I really am some kind of monster."
Gilbert was suddenly speechless and said with a stern face: "Your Highness, please don't think so..."
"Okay, okay - after all, it is my own body, and I have lived in this world for several years..." Thales interrupted him and sneered: "Don't I know it yet?"
"This strange physique is probably due to my mother who is even more mysterious than a magician, right?"
Thales smiled and observed Gilbert's expression carefully.
He was looking forward to seeing something from the other party's reaction.
Yes.
Thales has always been suspicious since the king's strange attitude when talking about his mother shortly after arriving at Mindis Hall.
From weird and mysterious magical energy, to strange brain thinking, unexplained memory flashbacks, to the inhuman body's resilience...
And the most suspicious thing... After he was found by the Bright Star royal family, whether he wanted to or not, he could not conceal the abnormality of a "traveler" - no matter his conversation, knowledge, reactions, or even his familiarity with words in just one month.
Thales knew that his learning ability was extremely unusual.
However, neither Gilbert nor his nominal father reacted to this except for the initial surprise, which seemed to be the way they should have been.
It seems that Thales was born like this.
Especially the first and last items, combined with the attitudes of Li Xiya and the king, he was almost 100% sure: this was related to his mother whom he had never met.
The king of a country and the spokesperson of God is so afraid that he doesn't want to mention Serangielana - what kind of existence is she?
Of course, Thales had already come to a conclusion about this.
Think of Yodel in the Mindis Hall, think of what Arend said in the Renaissance Palace.
A family entangled in disaster.
Thales looked at his nine-pointed star emblem and sighed.
His mother was most likely a...
Until he confirmed it, he tried his best not to think in this direction.
But he had to explore the answer - from the strange behavior of the king and Li Xiya to his middle name, he was unwilling to let go of any possible information.
Even if the result may not be good.
Gilbert frowned deeply.
really.
Your Highness, he has already begun to suspect.
"Your Highness," Gilbert exhaled and shook his head: "It is not convenient for me to comment on your origin, but you must know that the Brilliant Star bloodline you inherited from His Majesty also originated from the ancient empire and extended to the final empire.
It is the most noble bloodline in human history - the imperial bloodline, the Carother family... Maybe there are some unknown secrets hidden in such an ancient and great bloodline..."
Thales sighed secretly: He is indeed a diplomat, from his expression to his wording - everything is spotless.
I had to find another way to "tadpole find mother".
"Okay, don't worry about me thinking too much," Thales, who was sweating and panting, sat down, shook his boots, and poured out the sand inside: "Anyway, it's not a bad thing for the time being."
Moreover, how can there be distinctions between blood and race?
So the traveler happily said: "As for my mother - I will know one day anyway, and my top priority is the country in the north with the dragon flag flying."
Gilbert was startled. He glanced at Jorah who was packing training equipment in the distance, and then looked at Thales with embarrassment: "Your Highness, I think what His Majesty said when he sent you on an envoy yesterday was by no means literal.
I mean..."
"I know, the king has his own considerations." Thales shook off the last sand from his boots and got up from the ground.
Gilbert looked at him worriedly: "Exactly...so, you don't have to be so...um...frustrated..."
"What?"
Thales frowned.
But then he understood something.
"how?"
The time traveler turned his head and laughed uncontrollably: "Do you think that my sword practice just now... was to give up on myself or vent my anger?"
Gilbert raised his eyebrows.
"Oh My God……"
Thales slapped his head and said with a wry smile:
"Well, since I'm going to that strange country... I have to prepare myself no matter what. Although my seven-year-old body can't do much, at least I have to master the Northern Army's sword skills and learn to ride a horse.
When you are in danger, you at least know how to save your life, right?"
"If you are lucky and develop the power of ending..."
Gilbert couldn't help but interrupt him: "Your Highness, even in the Tower of the End, which has a special training tradition, the youngest person on record for those who have special encounters and awaken the power of the end early is twelve years old -
—Generally speaking, the awakening time is sixteen years old...and seven years old...um..."
Hearing this, Thales laughed awkwardly.
He scratched his head and whispered in a low voice: "Really? I thought it was just like brushing up on proficiency."
"But," Gilbert still looked at him suspiciously: "Do you really...know and understand His Majesty's intentions without any grudges?"
"Are you kidding me? After all, I am also a graduate student with maximum stress resistance - ahem - the second prince with excellent psychological quality..." Thales patted the dust on his body nonchalantly and walked to the study, ready to start.
Lunch and word homework:
"Well, I was actually shocked when I heard he said he wanted to kill me to compensate Exeter."
"But I spent a whole night looking up the information in the documents - the information in Mindis Hall is really too little, and the arrangement is not scientific - at least I understood some of His Majesty's plans."
Gilbert noticed that when Thales addressed King Kessel V, he either used "King" or "Your Majesty". He sighed silently in his heart: Sure enough, His Highness still has some grudges about His Majesty's recognition...
?
"Want to hear my opinion - about my trip to Exeter?" Thales pinched his sore neck and bared his teeth.
Gilbert bowed slightly respectfully: "I am all ears."
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in the dark.
Morat's unique, hoarse and old voice came in a deep voice: "This made him run away?"
The one who answered him was Raphael, who had a light and bright voice: "Our people also found it very strange - it seemed that the strange doctor had seen through the trap and returned without hesitation. The assassination team's hands were empty. We have been here for several days.
He has been patrolling on the eastern border of Exeter and the Stars, between the Forrest family’s lonely old tower and the Trudida family’s reconstructed tower, but there is no trace of Ramon anymore.”
Morat rested his chin on his hands and mused carefully: "Even though the inheritance has been extinct for more than six hundred years, the mage is the mage - it cannot be overestimated in any way, but he is obviously prepared.
…”
The Black Prophet raised his head slightly: "It is impossible for our snare to be empty, he must have helpers... Let's not mention the Black Sword for the moment, but where are the other two killers of the Brotherhood? The Scimitar and the Prison Scythe? Or Qincha and Qincha who are close to the extreme state.
Rhoda?”
Raphael shook his head helplessly: "From the beginning to the end, we found no news that the scimitars and prison scythes appeared nearby, and there was no help from other brotherhood cadres at all, but..."
Raphael frowned slightly.
Morat's eyes narrowed.
Raphael continued: "In the past week, Anton and Roda from the six giants have all returned to Yongxing City - except for the 'chief wolf' Lazanci Feisuo who is still in the south, Cenza, Roda
, Lancer, Anton and Maurice, five of the six giants gathered in the royal capital..."
Morat suddenly raised his hand and stopped Raphael's report.
His expression kept changing, and after a few seconds of pause, the Black Prophet took a deep breath.
"Five people gathering together?"
"snort."
Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "I know who Ramon's helper is, and it's not someone from the brotherhood."
Raphael looked confused.
Morat opened his eyes slightly, his eyes full of sharpness: "The one who first revealed the news to us was the 'dark room', but the elite assassination team of the secret department pounced on the border between the two countries - isn't this obvious?"
Raphael suddenly looked up.
Morat was silent for a long time.
"Haha," Black Prophet chuckled and said, "It seems that Ramon is not a mage at all. We have been tricked by that old woman in the north again."
"But it's not without reason that she used false news to attract our attention... She was helping the Brotherhood, so what exactly did the latter... want to cover up?"
"Withdraw half of the manpower in the north and focus on investigating the movements of the Brotherhood in the past few days... The gathering of five people is definitely not without reason..." Morat laughed dumbly: "How dare you talk to Exeter's 'dark room'
When it comes to making deals, this boy Lancer is worthy of being my most outstanding disciple outside of Norfolk..."
At this moment, a violent sound suddenly came from a cage covered with black cloth at Raphael's side.
Raphael opened the cage expressionlessly.
A fist-sized head that looked like a bird and a rat protruded from inside, covered in bright red mucus. It opened its mouth with fangs, handed out a piece of paper, and then quickly retracted it.
Morat didn't even look at the ferocious, strange and weird creature, he just stared at Raphael.
The latter looked at the small piece of paper, his expression getting worse and worse.
Raphael put down the piece of paper, his face solemn as never before.
"We received a report that two of the eight powerful warriors of the Blood Bottle Gang, "Phantom Blade" Kathleen and "Red Viper" Nekra, appeared in Levol City one after another."
"And two days ago, our spy in the nearby Steel City..."
He said solemnly: "I discovered the traces of the Blood Magician."
Morat's pupils shrank suddenly!
"It seems that I caught a big fish..." Morat smiled.
Raphael pondered and said to himself: "But... actually hiding in the City of Steel... for so many years... are the dwarves in the Hall of Kings unaware of it?"
Morat closed his eyes and shook his head: "Because of the Sunset Goddess, the relationship between the King's Hall and the Black Orchid Queen has become worse and worse over the past three hundred years, and the Burning Wind Cannon has strangely fallen into a cooling state - their hands
We don’t even have a usable legendary anti-demon weapon, so even if we knew about it, we could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.”
Raphael frowned and sneered slightly.
"Are you sure it's the Blood Magician? What's the specific reward?" Black Prophet squeezed the crutch in his hand and said solemnly.
But he immediately noticed that Raphael just looked sad and sighed.
The young man in white lowered his gaze and spread out the piece of paper.
"No reward."
He said solemnly.
Morat raised his head suddenly, his sharp and unstoppable eyes piercing straight towards Raphael.
Waiting for his explanation.
The young man in white exhaled a breath and said quietly:
"The reason why we discovered the Blood Magician..."
"Because of……"
"We have a whole group of informants from the City of Steel to Levol City... thirty-four people..."
"All killed."
Raphael said silently.
"and……"
"The flesh and blood were scattered everywhere, not a single corpse was left intact."
"It matches the style of the blood magician in our records..."
He didn't say any more.
Half a moment.
Morat sighed deeply.
"It is demonstrating to the secret department: outside the royal capital, it can find each of us at any time."
"Sure enough, it's the damn one..."
He said hoarsely:
"The murderer."
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