"Don't forget, my crown was built by us together." The king said calmly.

Thales sighed softly, then sneered.

"It's still baseless nonsense," the prince rubbed his forehead sleepily: "Everything about Morar's death is just the empty talk you told me."

"Yes, so I'll stop here," King Charman replied without hesitation: "But I believe you have your own conclusion in your heart, and you have been here for six years and have no idea about the people and things in Longxiao City.

If you are more familiar with it than me, you can definitely find the truth by yourself."

Thales lowered his head, feeling tired.

Whether it was Moral's life or death, Thelma's identity, Nunn's calculations or the Charmaine in front of him, they all gave him the illusion that his brain was exploding.

It's too much.

So tired.

"Assuming this is true... So, I was deceived and played by a dead man for six full years?"

The prince chuckled inexplicably: "This feeling is really strange."

Opposite him, the king's face changed slightly.

"It's only been six years, which is pretty good."

Thales raised his head: "What do you mean?"

But King Charman just looked at him quietly and snorted softly:

"Don't forget, whether it's the great and bold and bold grand dukes of Exeter from generation to generation, or the groups of nobles in the Kingdom of Stars who are skilled in calculation and scheming..."

"They were all killed by a seemingly mediocre and cowardly King of the Stars, a dead man who has been dead for hundreds of years..."

He lamented: "It has been deceiving and playing tricks on for more than a century."

The next moment, Thales's eyes returned to clarity, and he looked at Charmaine Lombard seriously.

"What do you want, Rumba."

Finally, King Charmaine leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It's as if this conversation has just begun.

"Risban and the Fallen Stars are too concerned about the Palace of Heroes. I can't get close to that girl, but you can," the king said with deep meaning in his eyes, "You also know what I want."

Thales snorted softly.

"Ronnie and Leko, as well as Schuster from the Outpost Territory and Camarun from the Glacier Sea, the joint denunciation of the four archdukes is not easy to deal with, is it?"

He shrugged: "That's why you tried so hard to provoke the Freedom Alliance and planned the position of Longxiao City."

King Charmaine nodded.

"I said, this is not a good job, and every Grand Duke is not an easy person," he said seriously: "But if..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"You know, six years ago you said in the Palace of Heroes..."

"Every one of you is born in the shackles of the endless struggle between the king and the prince. You will never be able to escape. You want to break it."

The prince spoke in a tone that the king had never seen before, seemingly sighing with emotion, but also with a slight joking: "But I don't know why, what you are doing now always reminds me of King Nuen."

For a moment, Thales saw the tendons in King Charmaine's hands trembling slightly.

"Those who want to break the shackles rack their brains to study the structure of the shackles and are fascinated by this escape game," Thales said softly:

"Until one day, he discovered that the shackles on his body had grown into a part of his body."

"He can no longer leave the shackles he once wanted to break."

Thales sneered subconsciously and asked the question he had asked another king six years ago: "Don't you feel tired?"

"Or is it that the pain caused by the shackles has made you unable to feel the weight it brings to you?"

King Charman did not speak, his face remained motionless in the dim carriage.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Thales exhaled and laughed uncontrollably.

He turned his gaze elsewhere, no longer paying attention to the calm King Charman, and shook his head: "This reminds me that maybe his choice of running away from Morar just allowed him to escape from this shackles and be free from it."

Not like us.

Regardless of whether he will be found by Lombard or not, to a certain extent, Moral Walton, the wayward prince who left everything behind and traveled thousands of miles away, has been far away from the shackles given by his blood.

But...what about himself? What about Thales Brightstar?

When will he break free from this shackles?

At that moment, Thales suddenly thought of the Qi Magician and the hand he extended to him.

But what followed was a seemingly warning look from the High Priest Holm in the Bright Moon Temple.

King Charmaine's face was so dark that he could almost shed water.

"He didn't."

A few seconds later, the king bit out words from between his teeth, and tightened his fingers on the scabbard gently: "Leaving away is not escape, and running away weakly is not relief."

"But he will," King Charmaine's words became deeper and deeper, and there was a terrible meaning in the words:

"After we find him."

Thales let out a long breath and tried to drag his thoughts back from the emotion to the whirlpool in front of him.

"Moral, assuming he is still alive as you say..."

The prince steeled himself and forced himself to look at the king: "Then where is he?"

Hearing this topic, King Charman also recovered from his sullenness and annoyance. He tapped his sword lightly:

"Recently, a person matching the characteristics of Morar appeared on the south side of the great desert. Near the Principality of Sera, we only found this place. That side is the territory of the Star People, and the darkroom is difficult to penetrate."

"But we won't stop."

"Let's work together to find Morar and kill him, Thales," the king said coldly: "No matter who does it, let us end this inexplicable threat together, and let Nunn and his jokes that fool the world go to hell.

Go ahead."

King Charman slowly approached his face: "Through this matter, I hope you understand, Thales: In the seemingly peaceful Longxiao City, who are your friends and who are your enemies, and who treats you as a despicable person?"

Who will treat you as a puppet in a comedy show?"

Thales curled his lips, imagining the prince wandering around the world incognito, and then thought about Lisban and Nicolai.

"You have a good idea, killing two birds with one stone."

The prince shook his head, opened his arms, and leaned back on the car without caring about the image: "But you know, I can still yell now, or simply disclose the truth in the car, and then, your words, your secret will follow

Your ideal..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "I'll go to hell with you."

Charmaine stared at him and didn't look away for a long time.

The temperature in the car seemed to have dropped to freezing point again.

"I have a question, Thales," the king said slowly after an unknown amount of time: "Once Morar returns, what will be waiting for your little girlfriend?"

Thales felt depressed.

"You know the answer."

"Could it be that the kind-hearted Lisban and the kind-hearted Fallen Star will issue Morar a certificate of commendation after she is restored to commend her for what she did for the stability of Longxiao City while sitting in the Palace of Heroes pretending to be the Grand Duchess for six years?

contribution?”

The king sneered again and again:

"If what happened to Moral is true, then this secret will not be buried with my death, but one day, it will come back to bite you and that girl fiercely together with your enemies. This is what you are today.

The meaning of the choices faced.”

Thales looked at Charmaine motionlessly, his eyes dull and lacking in emotion.

choose.

It's a choice again.

He clenched his fists.

The prince said coldly: "I can just walk away and stand by, and you can just play your own chess game."

The king smiled.

"You can't. You are different from many people, Thales."

King Charman shook his head confidently, his gaze like a sword, pointing directly at people's hearts: "As long as you have the ability, spare strength, and belief, you will not stand back and leave a hell behind you without any concern, cold-bloodedly

Watch others cry in pain, and then hypocritically comfort yourself: This is the best choice and the most realistic choice."

He raised his hand in the darkness and pointed to the highest place in Longxiao City outside the carriage: "Otherwise, six years ago, you would not have thrown yourself into a trap and returned to the Palace of Heroes."
To be continued...