"What's more, there is everything after arriving at Exeter and Longxiao City."

Putilai chuckled.

"That's our mission."

"And you made this mission smoother and had a happy ending," he nodded calmly and raised his eyebrows: "Gilbert will be very pleased to see you now - back then, young Midiel

The crown prince's mission to the north is nothing more than this."

Thales raised the corners of his mouth, thinking of the elegant middle-aged uncle, then the heroic Ms. Jini, and then...the taciturn Yodel.

And every bit of it in Mindis Hall.

"Get some rest early," Putilai pointed to the door: "If nothing happens, we will be able to return to China in a few weeks."

Thales nodded and opened the door.

"Also, the first batch of letter crows from the Star Kingdom have arrived," Putilai said with a smile: "One of them is written by Gilbert for you, and I put it on the desk."

Thales's heart moved.

"Thank you," he said with a smile after experiencing the ups and downs in the Hall of Heroes. "The letter from the 'Star Fox' is really exciting!"

Putilai shrugged and raised his eyebrows.

"And one more thing……"

Thales turned around strangely.

Putilai said hesitantly: "You know, your father was very romantic when he was young... he knew... and he became sensible very early..."

Thales narrowed his eyes, showing doubts.

Putilai opened his mouth, looked at Thales, and then at the door. Finally, he showed a worried expression and whispered:

"but……"

"After all, you are still too young and your body has not yet grown up..."

Thales' smile froze on his face.

Putilai blinked awkwardly: "Maybe we should wait a few more years?"

What answered him was Thales slamming the door mercilessly.

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"Don't be afraid," Thales looked at the frightened little slicker in front of him and felt sympathy in his heart: "Here, they can't hurt you."

The little slipper hugged his knees as if he was unaware, and sat huddled on the ground beside the bed, leaning against the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Her eyes were fixed on the floor and her hands were holding the rough skirt.

This helpless scene reminded Thales of his past in the abandoned house - and those unfortunate beggars.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"I have to become Miss Walton, right?" Little Slippery noticed his arrival and said in despair: "It's like a dream..."

"Perhaps," Thales whispered, "No one can change King Nunn's will."

The little slipper's head trembled, his eyes turned red, and he hugged his shoulders helplessly.

At that moment, Thales felt deeply sad.

This girl was dragged into their dangerous game by the tide of fate.

He hesitated for a moment and then said:

"But that's not necessarily a bad thing..."

But the little slipper just lowered his head and began to mutter to himself:

"In the year 1090 of the Imperial Calendar, the heir to Duke Faret of the province of Tatoris Mingus was suspected of having improper blood. The law enforcers of the empire burned him to death in the capital of triumph... In the year of the End Calendar, in the year 552 of the End Calendar, Camus'

Marquis of Libra City, Grenfell was found to be an imposter. He was hung in the center of the city square in a four-horse carriage..."

Thales felt his scalp numb when he heard it.

"Stop!" he shouted: "Now is not the time to use your memory!"

The little slipper stopped his voice, looked at him aggrievedly and pitifully, and was about to cry.

"Want to hear a secret?" Thales sighed: "A secret that no one knows."

Little Hua Tou's expression slowly changed. She blinked and looked at him in surprise.

"You won't see it in any books - The Secret History of the Prince of Stars." Thales sat down in front of her and shrugged.

Little Huantou's eyes lit up, he adjusted his glasses and nodded.

"You know," Thales recalled the past more than a month ago and chuckled: "When I first became a prince, I was just like you, always on guard."

"Become a prince?" Little Huitou asked strangely: "Aren't you born a prince?"

"No, I was born..." Thales hesitated for a moment and said, "An illegitimate child living outside the home - until he was brought back to the palace."

The little slippery man showed a surprised expression of "oh".

"When they took me back," Thales smiled helplessly, "Everything was very unfamiliar."

"The feeling of food in my mouth is very strange, because I am used to eating black bread - in winter, that stuff is so hard that it can be used to kill people..." Thales raised his eyebrows:

"Also, this is the first time I drank a smelly liquid... Well, maybe except for the smell, do you know what smelly water feels like..."

The little slippery one chuckled.

"The clothes I wore were too slippery and soft, and they always made me feel like I was naked, so I added three more buttons to the belt hoop. Although it hurt to walk, it always felt safer and more practical.

——Oh, by the way, I didn’t even know how to put on pants on the first night..." Thales thought of the ridiculous history and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

The little Hua Tou was so absorbed in listening that he gradually forgot the tears on his face.

"I have never walked on such a flat and smooth black stone ground. In the past, it was either a dirt road, a dirt road, or a brick road... When I saw that the floor in the study was actually made of wood..."

"Every night, lying on such a soft bed was a kind of torture. I felt almost suffocated under the quilt, so I could only run underground, hide in the corner, and sleep with my clothes on..."

Thales shook his head.

Little Huantou looked at him sympathetically, blinked his eyes, and nodded.

"But I always couldn't sleep well. On the contrary, when I was on a mission to Exeter, I slept better when I was camping in the wild..."

"Gilbert was very strict and the courses were very intense. He asked me to write two hundred words a day... On the twentieth day, he went so far as to force me to write a poem in the ancient imperial language..."

"The first time I rode in a carriage, I had to hold on to the door handles on both sides to prevent myself from falling..."

As he talked, Thales himself was entranced, and Little Slippery also listened attentively and echoed him from time to time.

When he told the story of being thrown by the same pony fifty-eight times, Thales suddenly realized:

Little Huantou was already leaning on the bed, his head tilted to his right shoulder, and he fell asleep.

Her glasses were tilted to one side and her head rested on the edge of the soft bed.

A pair of small hands were pressed against the chest by the bent knees, and the whole body was rising and falling heavily with the breathing.

The little girl's long platinum hair fell down smoothly, and a few strands of hair fell into her mouth, causing her to smash her mouth from time to time even in her deep sleep.

Thales looked at her sleeping soundly, smiled, and slowly shook his head.

He carefully pushed aside her long hair and pulled the few strands of hair out of Little Slippery's mouth.

Then he pulled down a corner of the cup and covered the little slipper's body.

Thales stood up and sighed slightly.

I hope she can have a good and peaceful sleep again.

Before actually becoming a Walton.

Thinking of this, Thales turned around in a depressed mood.

He came to the desk, climbed up on the chair with all his strength, and picked up the volume of Gilbert's letters on the table.

Thales looked at the familiar handwriting on the letter, shook his head nostalgically, and then unfolded the letter.

That's a text message.

[Dear Your Highness:

I hope you have arrived at Longxiao City safely.

We learned about what happened to you on the road - Ms. Ji Ni was very worried about your safety and repeatedly asked me to inquire about your health.

Also allow me to express my concerns and concerns for you.

Your Majesty has notified the lords along the way in the Northern Territory and the Central Territory, as well as the two commanders of Broken Dragon Fortress. They will send patrols and troops to ensure that the road to the birch forest is safe when you return.

The information and affairs related to the Blood Magician have been fully handed over to the Kingdom Secret Service. Lord Morat personally assured me that they will handle it well.

In the name of the Kingdom, His Majesty officially sent a cross-sea letter to the Kingdom of Night a few days ago, but has not yet received a reply from the Queen of Night.

In addition, after an in-depth discussion with His Majesty, Duke Jenn Kelvindir recently generously donated a highly productive bitumen deposit to the royal family, increased the share of eternal oil transported to the Central Territory, and agreed to move the South Coast Territory to the north.
To be continued...