"More than you think."

Thales felt Cyril's cold gaze, and an ominous premonition came over him.

"So I know."

Just listen to the Duke whisper:

"The so-called 'disaster' in Longxiao City is definitely not an accident or a rare coincidence."

Disaster comes to the world.

It's not an accident.

At that moment, Thales held his thigh tightly.

Fortunately, Cyril didn't look at him again.

The Duke walked to the window and looked at the camp quietly:

"Although every time they appear, they will be cleverly covered up and blurred, exaggerated and whitewashed, and then over time, they will eventually become hearsay and bedtime stories for passers-by..."

"But I know they exist and they are real."

Exists and is real.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a deep breath to cover up his emotional changes.

Cyril's voice became sharper and more urgent:

"And every time they appear, they are inseparable from our world."

The next moment, the Guardian Duke of the Western Wilderness turned around suddenly and stared directly at Thales with his eyes like lightning!

"No matter what happened in Longxiao City, it was your father who did it."

He said categorically:

"He and that old viper Morat, in a certain way."

It was your father who did it.

Thales looked back at the other party quietly, enduring the bloody memories rolling back and forth in his mind.

But no matter how much he ignored it, he couldn't help but think of those scenes:

The blue light in Asheida's eyes, the purple lines on Giza's face, the tears on Little Slippery's cheeks, the scarred body of the black sword, and the weird big mouth on Raphael's arm.

as well as……

The fallen head of King Nun.

"Your father's chessboard is ruthless, and you don't know what his next move will be."

"Ignoring the rules or overturning the chessboard."

At this time, the Duke's face was serious and his tone was cold:

"Kid, be strong."

"Don't become a chess piece to be manipulated and sacrificed at will."

Arrange at will.

Sacrifice at will.

Feeling the other party's obvious provocation, Thales took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I am his heir and my interests are aligned with his."

The prince's tone was quite rejecting.

"My safety is related to the stability of his rule."

"And he is my father."

But this just ushered in another taunt from Cyril:

"Who knows."

Duke Falkenhaus said coldly:

"Four hundred years ago, 'King of Climb' Elan Brightstar I killed his son to sacrifice to the gods in order to pray for victory."

Kill your son to sacrifice to the gods.

Thales' breathing stagnated and he clenched his fists.

The Duke looked into the distance and spoke in a long tone:

"And every day, your father is making new history."

Thales closed his eyes.

"Your father and his enemies..."

"Six years ago, because of your appearance, the outcome of the first round was decided."

"But six years later, from the day you return to China, the second round begins."

The Duke's tone was a little scary:

"And it never gets easier."

The room fell silent again.

Until Thales slowly opened his eyes.

"Therefore, Your Excellency, the Duke, neither belongs to the nobility nor is he a third party loyal to the royal power."

Cyril's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could feel that there was something different about the prince at this moment.

"If that day really comes," Thales looked at him straightly:

"Can I count on your strength?"

The two were silent for a while.

It was as if they all knew what such a moment meant.

After a few seconds, the Duke spoke slowly without a smile on his face:

"If I were a one-eyed dragon on the cliff, I would say 'yes'."

Thales snorted softly in his nose:

"But you're not."

The Duke nodded slowly, then shook his head:

"I'm not."

The prince sighed softly.

certainly.

He got it.

But Thales then remembered something and burst into laughter.

"You know, Northlanders don't ask if they can."

The prince's tone was quite nostalgic:

"They just asked, 'Do you want to do it or not?'"

The Duke couldn't help but be startled.

But after a few seconds, Falkenholz chuckled:

"Sometimes I'm quite grateful that no matter how stupid the people in the North are, they at least raised an interesting prince for us."

Thales also laughed:

"This is the third time you've scolded them. Why do you hate the Northlanders so much?"

Duke Cyril paused for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Because my mother-in-law is from the North."

Thales was stunned for a moment.

His Excellency the Duke looked at Thales and waved his fingers in a serious manner: "I'll give you a piece of advice..."

"Don't imitate me."

After saying this, without waiting for the stunned Thales to react, the Duke of Xihuang laughed out loud.

Amidst the other party's sharp and mean laughter, Thales's face gradually turned cold.

"How can I be sure?"

The Duke's laughter stopped abruptly.
To be continued...