There was silence in the Hall of Heroes.

"You know, Thales, when Suriel died..."

Thales evened out his breathing and heartbeat, and looked at King Nun.

"Anger, madness, hatred... let me spread the anger of Walton and Longxiao City at all costs," the old king's eyes were dull, as if he was looking at another world through Thales,

"In comparison, obtaining benefits and even conquering the stars seem to have become secondary."

Thales didn't speak. It was inappropriate for him to say anything at this moment.

King Nun slowly raised his eyes and looked at Michael with a sad expression.

"Michael, why didn't you protect him and Suril?" The king's face was very ugly: "You are the White Blade Guard, you should be by his side to protect his safety."

Michael lowered his head deeply.

His expression became more painful.

Alex seemed to be very concerned about this topic. She looked at King Nunn with a sad face, and then at Michael with a distorted face. Her breathing became rapid, which actually made the little slipper behind her less nervous.

"Michael..." the king's granddaughter whispered aggrievedly: "I..."

"Not now, miss!" Michael interrupted Alex with his eyes closed tightly and his breathing rapid.

Alex's face turned pale and she retracted. She raised her mouth and trembled slightly. She pinched the little slipper's hand behind her, and the latter had a frightened expression on her face.

"I cannot absolve myself of the blame for the death of Prince Suril," Lord Michael gritted his teeth and said with a sad expression: "Your Majesty, you did not punish me because of your mercy. Only Nicolai imprisoned me for a few days in a symbolic way.

Confinement, but twelve years, that kind of guilt..."

"That kind of guilt is tormenting me day and night, all the time..."

King Nuen stared at him silently, and then sighed for a long time.

"Yes," the old king turned the wine glass in his hand: "I have no reason to blame you."

"Not only that, I also trust you twice as much and promote you to serve as an official for the king."

"Because I know," King Nuen said with a gloomy expression and a depressed tone: "You are the person Suril trusts most. He entrusts his life, safety, and family to you without reservation."

Michael, the official, was shocked.

He put his right fist on his chest, bowed down, and said tremblingly: "I will devote the rest of my life to you, to Miss Alex, to the Walton family and Longxiao City."

Thales sighed softly.

At that moment, many people's faces appeared in front of them: from King Kessel, Queen Keya, Duke Arend, King Nunn, Grand Duke Perfit, Gilbert and Michael, to Jinni.

Lady, Wrath of the Kingdom, Flower of the Fortress, Veteran Genard, Newbie Willow, etc.

It seems that what happened twelve years ago changed the fate of many people.

No matter stars or dragons, no matter nobles or common people.

King Nun sighed softly: "Suriel, starting from the White Blade Guards, you have been by his side for many years..."

"Michael," at this moment, Alex's lips trembled, and she gently pulled the corner of Michael's clothes: "I think..."

Michael tried his best to calm down his emotions. He turned his head to comfort Alex: "Please relax, Miss Alex, soon..."

Alex shuddered again.

Thales frowned.

The next second, Alex rolled his eyes and fell down completely!

"Boom!"

The little slipper behind her was startled and exclaimed.

Michael's face changed drastically. He suddenly knelt down beside Alex and helped her up: "Miss Alex! Miss Alex, what's wrong with you!"

But Alex just stared at the ceiling blankly, his limbs were swinging unconsciously, and his whole body began to twitch!

Thales jumped down from the steps and looked at Alex's strange behavior in shock.

what happened?

Is this lady sick?

Epilepsy or what?

The little slippery boy was trembling with fear.

Michael's face turned pale. He held Alex in his arms, raised his head and looked at the king, and said urgently: "Your Majesty! Miss... we have to hurry up..."

"Yes," King Nuen seemed to be still immersed in the past, his eyes wandered, and he continued indifferently: "I remember that you were the closest friends and brothers, whether on the battlefield or at the banquet..."

"Your Majesty!" Michael looked at Alex's strange behavior and felt extremely anxious, so he couldn't help but remind him loudly.

Alex, whose face had turned extremely pale, opened his eyes and looked at Michael, with endless fear in his eyes.

She raised her trembling hands and scratched at Michael's clothes painfully, like a drowning person grasping for life-saving straws.

Thales looked at all this in disbelief, and it took him a few seconds to react in panic.

But King Nun just stared into the distance with distracted eyes.

Alex's mouth twitched, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and his expression was extremely painful.

Alex opened his mouth wide and inhaled in the air, but it seemed as if he was suffocating. He only made an unexplained sound of tracheal obstruction: "Haaah..."

The little slipper who was watching all this beside her covered her mouth with both hands and couldn't help but retreat, terrified.

"No, no..." Michael hugged Alex in panic, looking at her as if she was suffering from so much pain, his eyes full of fear: "Miss Alex..."

The officer no longer paid attention to King Nun's reaction. He picked up Alex, turned around suddenly, and yelled at the little slippery man: "Don't be stunned! Go and call the doctor!"

The little slippery boy was startled and turned around subconsciously.

But Thales reacted faster than her.

The prince of the stars gritted his teeth, picked up his feet and ran out of the hall, shouting as he ran:

"Is there anyone? Help! We need a doctor..."

But a colder, more terrifying word silenced Thales' plea for help:

"Don't bother."

"The poison is extracted from the bluegrass, and the attack is violent and rapid."

"It will take effect within a minute - from the 'beautiful Grand Duke' of the Principality of Anrenzo three hundred years ago to the crown prince of your star twelve years ago, all died from this poison."

Thales was shocked!

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around in disbelief.

Lord Michael also raised his head in horror and looked at the steps with the most incredible eyes.

There, King Nun opened his cold eyes.

He stared at Michael and his twitching granddaughter, as if issuing the most vicious curse, and said in a low voice:

"She's dead."

As if to confirm what the old king said, Alex in Michael's arms suddenly leaned back in the next second, almost breaking his neck bone!

She stared at Michael with frightened eyes, as if she didn't understand why this was happening.

Then, Alex Walton, the last direct bloodline of the Walton family—slowly closed his eyes, and his body gradually softened and stopped twitching.

Her hands dropped in the air, swaying back and forth, and her head tilted to one side, facing the little slippery head.

The little slippery man looked at Alex's expression, screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground.

Thales took a step back unconsciously and his breathing quickened.

Why.

impossible.

how come.

Thales couldn't accept the current situation at all. He opened his eyes as wide as possible and fixed his gaze firmly on Alex. After a few seconds, he turned to King Nun, whose face was gray and gloomy.

Especially... the ring on the little finger of his right hand that King Nun is stroking.

Belonging to the Poison Emperor, to Kaiser Carother VI - "Triumph".

And the goblet in King Nun's hand.

"It's you," Thales gasped, looking at King Nunn in panic: "Did you poison me?"

"Hmph, of course," King Nuen snorted low and dull: "Also, don't forget, you are the one who handed her the wine glass."

Lord Michael was shocked. He was shaking uncontrollably and looked at the little girl in his arms.

Thales almost clenched his fists.

Hand her a glass of wine?

He gritted his teeth and stared at King Nun, feeling a strange emotion fermenting in his chest.
To be continued...