"Yongxing City, the only temple outside the Morning Star District."

This time, Gilbert listened quietly.

"Their plays have never spared any expense and are renovated every year. From the stage sound effects to the props and actors, they are all excellent, and there is no shortage of audiences - there are too many people in the capital who like to watch the excitement."

But Thales sneered:

"It's a pity that all the dramas are terrible. Either Ming Ye will come down to earth to save mankind inexplicably, or Ming Ye will eventually rule the world - maybe Ming Ye Church thinks that as long as it is repeated too many times, the world will regard this as the truth."

Of course, maybe they are right.

etc.

Speaking of this, Thales looked at the fat actor on the stage who was wearing a pile of red tentacle costumes, looking like an octopus, sweating profusely but still struggling to raise his voice, and realized something was wrong:

"What's the show today?"

At this time, a calm, indifferent male voice intervened in their conversation:

""Longxiao at Night"."

Thales and Gilbert both turned around and saw the leader of the team, the watchman Lord Marius, riding his horse to their side:

"Today is Monday and they are going to do some big scenes."

Mallos looked at the crowded theater stage with a calm expression:

"The story is about an unknown continent where disaster appears, ravages the north, and even kills a king."

Disaster.

north.

king.

Thales's face changed slightly.

Mallos looked at the comic actor dressed as a big octopus and continued:

"At the last moment, the god of the night came, showed his power and summoned the dragon. Then at the end of the night, the disaster was defeated and disappeared without a trace."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

dragon.

End of night.

"Really?" the prince frowned.

Mallos snorted softly, and Gilbert took over:

"A few years ago, when the news of the changes in Longxiao City reached the royal capital, there were all kinds of rumors."

The Foreign Secretary shook his head helplessly:

“Since then, disaster and apocalyptic dramas have become popular again.”

Disaster.

Doomsday.

Thales looked at the big red octopus that was "killing" on the stage:

"Then they, Mingye Temple, think the disaster is that monster, the hydra?"

Mallos was silent.

The stage was left behind them and out of sight.

After a second, the watchman nodded and glanced sideways at the prince:

"if not?"

Thales had to avoid his suddenly sharp gaze and nodded:

"Right."

Mallos still looked calm:

"And if you don't mind, Your Highness the Prince, Your Majesty the Duke."

Thales slowly raised his head.

"After six years, you should not know so much about Yongxing City, especially the Lower City District," Mallos said expressionlessly, but his words were quite meaningful:

"After all, everyone knows that you were raised by Lord Mann."

After saying these words, Marius reined up his horse, leaving only his back behind.

You shouldn’t know Yongxing City so well…

Looking at the watchman in front, Thales' eyes became solemn:

"he knows?"

"my past?"

Gilbert seemed a little embarrassed and coughed:

"Lord Marius has been assigned as your personal bodyguard to lead your bodyguards. Your Majesty... naturally trusts him."

Lead my personal guard.

yes.

Your Majesty trusts him.

His Majesty.

Thales still stared at Mallos's back, and after a while he slowly spoke:

"Is it."

Thales tightened the reins of his horse.

"so……"

"He is Thales's personal guard."

"Or the prince and duke's... personal bodyguard?"

As soon as he said this, Gilbert was speechless.

His face turned ugly.

But the Foreign Secretary just lowered his head and said nothing.

The team of royal guards continued to march, crossing an uphill slope, and they came to another street.

The strange thing is that this street is obviously very wide, but it is empty in broad daylight, with only a few people walking in a hurry.

It reminds me of the Ghost Prince Tower.

but……

Why is this place so...

This time, Thales was stunned.

At that moment, countless memories flooded into his mind.

"I know this place, Gilbert."

The young man looked around and said with emotion:

"Go in through that opening, and there is..."

Thales said in a daze:

"that is……"

Gilbert looked at the direction of Thales's finger and suddenly blushed:

"Your Highness, you may not know..."

Thales shook his head.

"I know," the Duke retracted his finger and calmly looked at the shadowy group of houses deep in the street: "That is..."

"Red Square Street."

Thales felt as if his blood flow had stopped for a moment.

"It shares two sides of the Muhe River with Linhe Street. It is the southernmost street in the Western Ring District. Although it is not in a good location, it is the place where dignitaries come most often late at night."

He said blankly:

"Once upon a time, the Blood Bottle Gang almost monopolized the business here."

"Until six years ago."

Gilbert took a deep breath, and then sighed slowly:

"Your Highness, Lord Marius just reminded..."
To be continued...