Everyone exited the meeting hall.

Only two figures, one big and one small, were left, sitting side by side on a step at the edge of the hall.

Thales felt a little uneasy.

What is the purpose of this old man keeping me here?

Isn’t it really just for “a drink”?

King Nun was wearing a thick cotton robe, revealing wrinkled skin but well-defined muscles. He looked at the bandages on his body with a sad expression and raised his wine glass.

"I am getting old after all." King Nuen took a sip of wine, moved his left arm, and showed a painful expression, "In the past, I could fight for a day and a night in such an intense battle, but now..."

The old king snorted coldly and poured the remaining wine down his throat.

Thales didn't speak. He was trying to calm his slightly nervous breathing.

It's not that he has no experience of being alone with two kings of a country - in fact, his nominal father, King Kessel of the Stars, puts more pressure on him - but Thales is sitting in Nunn VII

I always feel extremely uneasy when I'm around him, especially when the mixed smell of potion and faint blood comes.

Maybe it's because King Nun has just killed someone with his own hands, maybe because the old king has lost all his blood relatives and is alone and unpredictable, maybe because...

"Your plan is very risky," Thales' thoughts were interrupted. King Nunn once again scooped up a glass of wine from the barrel and said slowly in his old voice: "If the murderer - Perfitt faces

In that situation, if you still don’t panic and don’t react at all, what should you do?”

Thales let out a breath.

what to do?

"There is still a way," the prince of the stars tried his best to show a warm smile: "Then it is up to you to announce to the princes that you will take them to have a frank talk with Charmaine Lombard, shake hands and make peace... I guess the murderer must be

He won't be happy to go - he knows that the combined information you and Lomba have is enough to push him into a desperate situation."

King Nun turned the wine glass in his hand and listened quietly.

"Of course, there was no need to take such a risk. We could have planned it slowly and revealed the two pieces of information to the grand dukes bit by bit," Thales shrugged, "But there is no way, Shles Bai

The Marquis of Murat informed me that the two Grand Dukes will leave in the morning, and we only have one night left, so we can only think of a solution at the banquet..."

At this moment, King Nuen suddenly laughed.

The laughter lasted for several seconds.

The old king's unclear smile made Thales stunned and stopped talking.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Thales' mind.

No way.

"Wait, can you tell?" Thales looked at King Nunn with an incredible expression, mixed with surprise and dissatisfaction: "You..."

King Nun tilted his head and looked at him with a playful expression, but there was an emotionless and indifferent look in his green eyes, which made Thales feel chilled.

Thales figured it out.

"There is no archduke who wants to leave at all, right?" Thales closed his eyes and sighed a long breath in dissatisfaction: "That was the false news you deliberately gave us."

As Grand Dukes, they cannot come and see me in a hurry and then leave.

"A little appropriate urging," King Nun nodded indifferently: "It seems to be very effective."

Appropriate urging?

very effective?

Thales thought of today's panic, panic, and rush, and resisted the desire to sarcastically complain.

He adjusted his emotions - this was the Palace of Heroes after all, and the Star Prince was just a weak guest.

"But I must say," King Nunn put down his wine glass and looked at him intently, with complex colors in his eyes: "Well done."

Thales was slightly startled.

"Thank you, but..." Thales turned his head and hummed softly: "That plan was actually thought up by Putilai, my deputy and instructor. He reminded me that Lumba can also be used as a bargaining chip...

"

"However, you are indeed the real executor," King Nun interrupted him with sharp eyes: "You deserve this praise... Considering your age, it is simply a miracle that you have such a performance."

Thales showed a fake and ugly smile.

He doesn't want to act like a monster - he was forced out of this world.

"Perhaps, the Bright Star royal family is really rich in such talents." King Nuen sighed.

Thales' eyes moved.

"The genius of the Bright Star Royal Family?" Thales asked keenly: "Who else is there?"

King Nun chuckled lightly, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Your father's brother, your grandfather's eldest son, Midir Shining Star," the old king said calmly: "He is also a precocious genius."

Thales's eyes lit up.

Midir Shining Star.

Thales thought of Gilbert and Ms. Jinnie's attitude towards the eldest son of the late king, the wise prince who was praised by everyone.

But at the same time, he also thought of the desperate Northern Duke Aarond's evaluation of Midir in the Fuxing Palace: "The eldest brother Wang with a gloomy mind."

"When he was thirteen, he came to submit his credentials. Before the two sides started fighting, he coordinated the dispute between Welland Territory, Black Sand Territory and your Watch City regarding the hunting range of the Great Needle Forest. That was the year before my coronation."

"It was also in this hall that he faced my father, and the two grand dukes of Welland and Black Sands." King Nun looked at the Hall of Heroes flickering in the firelight and said slowly: "I looked at Weiland.

The last Grand Duke of Lanling, poor old Olesio, was choked by a child in full view of the public and was rendered speechless."

"That's it," Thales nodded nonchalantly: "No wonder, Olesiu - that man with the beard always dislikes me. It seems that we are indeed a 'feud'."

"Yeah, I guess," King Nunn smiled: "My father passed away a year later, and Midir also had a share of the credit."

Thales was embarrassed and did not answer.

"You know, in the past, a weird so-called genius like you would make me extremely afraid," the old king tightened his robe again, with a subtle look: "Especially because you are the first, no, the only heir to the throne of the stars.

.”

Thales frowned slightly, King Nunn's gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's such a pity that Midir died... I have always been curious about what kind of king a person like him would become," King Nunn sighed, turned his head, and looked directly at Thales: "But you

There is still a chance.”

"And the chances are great."

"I believe that once you are crowned king, it will be a new life for the Kingdom of Stars," King Nunn's eyes began to become sharp: "Exter will usher in a terrifying opponent."

Thales was startled, and his nerves that had just been relaxed became tense again.

Nope.

What is this nonsense?

What on earth does this guy want to do?

He was a little confused about King Nun's intentions.

Thales endured King Nun's gaze and tried his best to calm his increasingly rapid breathing.

King Nun suddenly laughed strangely.

"Don't be so nervous," he said calmly, his tone full of the unique majesty of a king: "I am not a man-eating beast."

Thales resisted the desire to refute, pulled out an ugly smile, and glanced at the center of the hall - the place where Perfitt's neck was broken just now.

King Nun noticed Thales' gaze and couldn't help laughing.

"As the heir of a king, sooner or later you will see blood." The king took a sip of wine and said with sharp eyes, "This will be helpful to you."

Thales frowned.

See blood.

The look in Quaid's eyes before his death appeared in front of his eyes, and he remembered the feeling of the dagger in his hand piercing the flesh and blood.

There is also the young assassin with piercing magic sounds, and his wet, warm and beating... heart.

A feeling of discomfort was forcibly suppressed by Thales.

"After watching the duel just now, what do you think?" King Nun put down his wine glass and asked slowly.

"I'm very impressed," the uneasy Thales replied truthfully: "Especially seeing how an elderly veteran defeated a young and energetic rookie."

King Nuen sneered.

"And the heroic dueling customs in the North also opened my eyes," Thales carefully considered his words: "Of course, there is also your courage as the king of a country to step onto the dueling field."

"snort."

"When I initiated the duel, I saw your expression," King Nunn looked at Thales with deep eyes: "You are very disapproving, aren't you?"

Thales was slightly startled.

King Nun continued to stare at him.

"Okay," Thales took a deep breath and said calmly: "You know, considering your age - after all, it involves such a big country, what if something goes wrong?"

A few seconds later.

Under Thales' nervous gaze, King Nunn suddenly said something without thinking: "You know, the origin and connection between the Walton family and the Bright Star family started a long time ago."

Thales was confused.
To be continued...