Find out the truth behind the assassination of Duke John in Sodara City during the Year of Blood.

the truth.

Under the prince's eyes, the foreign minister frowned slightly.

He suddenly had the illusion that the students he was once so familiar with had become somewhat unfamiliar.

After a few seconds, Thales turned his gaze

"That's right."

Gilbert secretly breathed a sigh of relief and forgot about the strange feeling in his heart.

"Therefore, being granted this title is a reflection of your majesty's trust and respect. It means that you are no longer a prince who relies on your father's shadow and has no real power but no honor. Instead, you are his majesty's help and have a fiefdom."

He has authority and status, and is the Duke of Xinghu who is equal to and equal to the feudal princes in terms of status."

Having said this, Gilbert looked at Thales with excitement.

"With this status, you can even directly enter the Imperial Council to participate in state affairs and help His Majesty solve problems without being out of the ordinary."

"And in dealings with foreign countries, 'Duke of Star Lake of Star Kingdom' is an even more powerful title, far more powerful than 'Son of King Kessel'."

Thales still didn't speak, just thoughtful.

Perhaps to explain in detail, or perhaps because he was worried about something, Gilbert paused for a few tenths of a second and continued before the smile on his face disappeared.

"And of course, it also declares to all the vassals who have not lost their ambitions. After six years away from the country, your position in His Majesty's heart is still extremely important, and your right to the orthodox succession to the throne is unshakable."

place in His Majesty’s heart.

Thales' face was stunned, but in his heart he shook his head silently.

Okay, this is really debatable.

Although he lacked interest in his heart, Thales still showed a cooperative expression of surprise on his face.

"Wow."

Gilbert seemed to be deceived by his appearance, and the Foreign Minister looked pleased.

"Yes, I know, Your Majesty the Duke," he held his cane tightly and unconsciously changed his title.

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Thales remembered something again and was slightly stunned.

"So just now, Count Croma walked away immediately."

The prince fan looked at Gilbert

"He knows that no matter how close and familiar he is with the prince to the world, and no matter how close the relationship and tacit understanding with me are, it can't be worth the extraordinary title of duke in the kingdom that has been vacant for eighteen years?"

Gilbert paused.

"Maybe, maybe not, but that's their business," sighed the Foreign Secretary.

"The most important thing now is that you will return to Fuxing Palace and your home soon."

Home.

Thales was lost in thought for a moment.

The carriage is still moving steadily, the vast wilderness outside the window and the magnificent scenery show the beauty of the Western Wilderness.

But Thales knew that this was the strange sight he had seen for the first time.

"Home."

Thales murmured

"Is it?"

Looking at the prince's appearance, Gilbert felt a strange feeling in his heart again.

But being good at observing people's emotions, he quickly ignored this topic and turned his attention to Thales' weapons.

"Your Majesty the Duke, this is..."

Gilbert stared at the sword lying next to Thales, his face changing slightly.

Thales came back to his senses and sighed with the same headache.

"Does it look familiar? The sword passed down by the Falkenholz family, 'Warning'," Thales patted the hilt of the sword.

"I have to say, it's a good sword."

Gilbert's eyes narrowed.

The Foreign Secretary's expression was a little heavy

"The ancient imperial sword is not only priceless, but also carries history and is of extraordinary significance. The Duke of Xihuang is too..."

Thales stroked the hilt of the sword and raised his eyebrows

"A little generous?"

Xingchen Sly Fox's expression became serious.

"Given his reputation, yes."

Thales pursed his lips and nodded.

"Then I should hide it so no one else can see it?"

Gilbert shook his head and said

"No, there are too many ways for people to know. For example, if Duke Falkenhaus did not bring the sword to the banquet, a noble would ask about it, and then..."

Thales shrugged

"Then I should return it?"

Gilbert paused.

"I'm afraid so."

The Foreign Secretary thought thoughtfully, "I can draft a letter for you. On the grounds of respecting the history behind this sword, it is tactful, appropriate and respectful. Our fast horses can send the sword back within a few days..."

"

But this time, to his surprise, the young prince in front of him just smiled and pushed the warning blade back into the scabbard.

"No."

"I just need a handy sword."

Thales looked at Gilbert with a smile, and his words made the latter stunned.

"I want to keep it."

Gilbert stared at Thales blankly, feeling extremely strange in his heart.

"Your Excellency, with all due respect, considering our current relationship with the Western Wasteland princes, the significance of returning it exceeds the value of the sword itself. If the world sees you accepting it..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"Gilbert," the prince put the sword back in his hand, his tone was flat, and the emphasis seemed to be absent.

"What you are worried about is letting the world see that I accepted Falkenhausz's gift..."

Thales' eyes changed

"Or let my father see you?"

At this moment, Gilbert was truly stunned.

"Your Majesty the Duke, I suggest you don't think too much about it..." the Foreign Secretary hesitated.

"Gilbert, I saw them, all three of them."

Thales looked at the scenery outside the window and slowly fell into a trance.

"Whether it's Falkenhaus, Chroma or Bozdorf, these local nobles in the Western Wilderness, their attitudes towards me, and what they are vying to tell me."

"I can feel it, Gilbert, from the cautiousness with which you explained the Duke of Star Lake, to your worries about my friendship with the nobles of the Western Wilderness..."

"Gilbert," the prince closed his eyes and sighed.

"This is Duke Laoshizi."

Thales opened his eyes tiredly

"It's not easy, is it?"

Gilbert subconsciously wanted to refute, but stopped when he met Thales' eyes.

Thales leaned back against the wall of the carriage and sighed slowly.

Gilbert looked at him quietly.

After a few seconds, the Foreign Secretary sighed and smiled tiredly but plainly.

"My little sir."
To be continued...