Conspiracies and tricks, sin and ugliness, many are born in secret rooms in the dark.

But conspiracies can also be created in broad daylight.

For example now.

As winter was approaching, at noon on November 16, in a spacious horse farm, a broad and fat elderly nobleman, wearing a thick mink shawl, lowered his head and frowned under a parasol.

While he was watching the training of several horse trainers in the field, he tremblingly listened to the words of another nobleman on his left.

After a long while, he sighed leisurely, looked at a disobedient horse in the distance, and curled up the corners of his mouth.

"What kind of missing royal treasure deserves our respected Majesty to seal off the Mindis Hall indefinitely? What a pity. I plan to go to the Mindis Hall next week to visit Master Colvin's legacy."

The nobleman beside him was younger and slender, with a relaxed expression. He naturally and easily grabbed the agarwood pipe in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Also, Gilbert rushed to the Mindis Hall overnight to report to His Majesty the situation of the gang war in the Lower City." He said happily while blowing smoke rings.

"Really? Your Majesty the Iron Fist King, since when have you ever cared about the life and death of the untouchables in the lower city? If His Majesty had half the kindness and kindness to his people as the late King Eddie -" The fat old noble touched his heart sadly.

Thigh - The recalcitrant horse broke its front hoof.

"——Then why do we need to meet at the horse training farm?"

"The royalist party must be planning something, and I can guarantee that it won't be anything trivial - maybe it's a move that can turn the tables in one fell swoop." The young nobleman smoking a pipe had bright eyes.

"The Mindis Hall is really a good place. If the royal treasure is lost - I hope it is not Master Colvin's painting - I think there must be a heightened level of vigilance." The elderly nobleman suddenly said something without any beginning or end.

But the young nobleman nodded knowingly: "And I have news. Gilbert has been ordered to find out the truth about the theft case, and he will frequently inspect the Mindis Hall recently - with that man here, even the white eagle can't attack him.

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"We can test it, but we can't go too far - we have to use other methods to disrupt their position."

The young aristocrat took another puff of top-grade Fesola tobacco, which is produced only 600 pounds a year, felt intoxicated for a moment, and then blew out a perfect smoke ring.

"The Exter envoy will arrive in the country next month," at this time, the old noble's face showed sincere worry, "Alas, the peace between Xingchen and Exeter is hard-won after all."

"Yes," compared to his predecessors, the young noble could not hold his breath after all, and his sharpness and vigor were evident in him: "If the envoy had an accident within the country, and faced with domestic and foreign pressure, it would surely

Our Majesty will also be very passive."

"If Your Majesty handles it improperly," the old nobleman watched the horse in the distance climb up, breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and said helplessly: "Oh, it is true that a country like ours with a hereditary throne is backward."

Both of them were silent for a while.

The elderly nobleman moved his body and asked casually: "What's going on in Xihuan District?"

"Don't ask me, sir, you know I hate magicians the most."

"Well, let's talk about the Black Street Brotherhood?"

"Those guys still don't let go," the young noble's face suddenly became unhappy, "It's only been about ten years, but they are already talking so loudly. Presumably, they have more confidence in their backers than they have in our 'new stars'

It should be enough."

"Don't underestimate young people."

The old man grinned helplessly, his eyes shrewd and sharp:

"Children scare people - that's called scary."

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Compared to the fleeting glimpse from last night to dawn, the Mindis Hall that Thales saw in the afternoon seemed larger, more gorgeous, and of course, more empty.

The first floor is a conference living room, a grand banquet hall and an open-air garden. It is equipped with a large kitchen, basement inventory, and even military storage.

In addition to the open-air balcony with a panoramic view of the outdoor garden ("For your safety, I do not recommend that you appear on the balcony or outdoors within a month." - Gilbert), the huge second floor

There are three large rooms with different functions, aristocratic banquet hall, conference hall, game room and rooms of various sizes.

Although the corridors and various entrances and exits from the first floor to the second floor are filled with majestic armored guards according to the rule of ten steps and one sentry, their faces are hidden behind the hooded helmets, and everyone is as scary as a sculpture ("Although they are members of the Bright Star Family"

Private terminal swordsmen, but I still don’t recommend you stab them in the belly, little sir.” - Gilbert), but from a distance, Mindis Hall is still scary and empty.

But Tails' living room and bedroom, including the dining room and the study room where classes are held, are on the third floor. There is only a narrow staircase accessible from the second floor to the third floor, and the eight terminator swordsmen are fully armed and focused on their work.

This place is guarded fourteen hours a day, with shifts every six hours. As for the windows and the roof of the hall, I heard that there are also guards standing guard in the open air ("With Yodel here, please don't worry about the threats from the windows." - Gilbert)

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Every dish, from broccoli and bread to beef and water, is taken out from the equally tightly guarded kitchen and underground storage that has been prepared in advance ("Please forgive me, I cannot guarantee their freshness."

——Gilbert), everything from cooking to food delivery has gone through strict detoxification, poison testing and poison testing procedures.

This is really an incredible security measure.

It seems that I am much more important than I thought.

Should it be said that it is worthy of being the ruling class that holds power?

I wonder if Yara can sneak in with her skills? What if she is a magician?

Speaking of which...

"No, no, forgive me for refusing, little sir."

Thales raised his head and looked at Gilbert with a puzzled expression.

"Everything about you is top secret so far," Gilbert shook his head resolutely: "With all due respect, we have sealed Mindis Hall, and our contact with the outside world is limited to a few trusted secret keepers - this kind of

Under such circumstances, the royal family suddenly sent people to go to the gang in Xiacheng District to find three beggars hiding... Whether it is to investigate or to help, it will be extremely detrimental to both of you. "

"Don't underestimate the ability of those who are thoughtful. With a little clue, they can peel off the cocoon and find the source." He said solemnly: "If you want to help your old acquaintance, at least wait until... the right time."

Thales sighed, frowned, and bit into his mouth the last bite of butter bread. It was sweet and greasy. He quickly picked up the cup and took a sip of black tea.

At least the food is much better.

"If you are still satisfied with the afternoon tea," Gilbert said with impeccable etiquette, taking the tea cup from the busy Thales, bowing slightly: "We are about to start the afternoon tea.

course.”

In fact, Gilbert kept his smile unchanged and thought to himself: Maybe we should start with table manners?

"Where's Yodel? Where is he?"

"He is a competent guard, so naturally he is always nearby."

Thales resisted the thought of subconsciously looking around.

After knowing that Yoder was nearby, he felt inexplicably more at ease.

So Thales pulled the tie that was uncomfortably tight on his chest, and followed Gilbert into the study under a slight frown.

"First of all, Thales, I talked to Yodel last night."

Gilbert watched Thales stuff himself into a leather chair and looked curiously at the decoration around the study, especially the bookshelves full of books on three sides.

"You are a special child. I can tell from Yoder's judgment and the few hours we have spent together since I met you."

coming.

Thales still had a curious look on his face, but he was wary in his heart.

"But of course, the heir to the stars is naturally special." Gilbert put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the desk engraved with the nine-pointed star logo.

His gray-white temples looked solemn at the moment.

"I believe that since fate sends you back to the stars, she must have some arrangements."

Thales looked at the middle-aged nobleman without saying a word.

"I have a general understanding of your past. Life on the streets must have been difficult."

"But please forget this past."

Gilbert picked up a book that he had prepared long ago from the black agarwood desk, turned around and said seriously:

"You will have a new identity, a new life, and even a new name, but what is really important is the future you will face and bear."

Gilbert's piercing gaze shot into Thales's gray pupils.

forget the past.

Thales thought silently.

He looked into Gilbert's sharp eyes and nodded solemnly.

How can it be.

Thales muttered in his heart.

"I understand. So," Thales considered his words and slowly said:

"What do I need to know about myself and my past now?"

Gilbert's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly in his heart: panic, fear, helplessness, these emotions that a seven-year-old child should have at the moment did not appear in this child.

Some are just calm and cautious, and there is very little excitement.

He is indeed extraordinary.

Was it the experience in the brotherhood? Yodel refused to elaborate, but the assassin admired the child's performance, but could the gangsters in the downtown area really have such an experience?
To be continued...