At the other end of the line of sight, the solitary peak protrudes, higher than the ground, and falls on several steps...

throne.

Thales' breathing slowly tightened.

A strong but lonely figure appeared in the throne on the steps.

The figure bowed its head deeply, arched its back, and entrenched itself in the throne.

His right elbow rests on the seat arm, and his right hand holds the scepter in front of his knees.

His forehead rested on the back of his hand, immersed in shadow and his face was invisible.

Thales' footsteps stopped.

He stared blankly at the figure he hadn't seen for six years.

Emotions are difficult to distinguish.

The prince's pause forced Gilbert to stop as well, but the Foreign Minister quickly reacted. He raised his voice and spoke enthusiastically to the figure above the throne:

"Your Majesty, I am honored to bring you the new Duke of Star Lake, your..."

Boom!

The bottom of the scepter lightly hit the ground, and the dull sound echoed in the meeting hall.

It also choked Gilbert's words.

Soon, a heavy, thick, majestic voice that sounded like thunder came from the throne and echoed throughout the hall:

"Gilbert..."

The voice on the throne paused:

"Thank you."

Compared to six years ago, this voice seemed hoarse, long, and dim.

It seems that there is still unspeakable fatigue.

Thales listened to the other party's words in a daze, his eyes fixed on that figure.

Gilbert frowned and took a deep breath:

"His Royal Highness the Prince has been tired all the way. Your Majesty, on his way from Longxiao City to the desert..."

But he was interrupted again by the voice echoing in the hall from the throne:

"my friend."

"I said," the voice on the throne was calm at first, but gradually became firm and short: "Thank you."

"I'll see you later."

Gilbert was stunned.

However, Captain Adrian understood what the king meant.

Adrian stretched out his arm toward the hall door behind him and gestured politely to Gilbert:

"Count Castle?"

Gilbert looked at the shadow on the throne, and then glanced at Thales with a worried look.

But he didn't say anything in the end. He just gave Duke Xinghu an encouraging look, bowed, and turned around angrily.

Thales reluctantly smiled and nodded, but suddenly realized that the back of the Foreign Minister was so old.

"The same to you."

The voice on the throne sounded again:

"Yodel."

Thales was so excited.

Gilbert's footsteps also paused for a moment, then resumed their rhythm and slowly faded away.

Nothing happened around me.

As if Lord Adrian didn't hear this, he accompanied Gilbert and left.

But Thales knew that there was something different in the surrounding air.

This made him particularly frightened.

The footsteps became farther and farther, became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely at the end of the hall with the sound of the stone door opening and closing.

Only Thales and the shadow on the throne were left, silently facing each other in the dead silence hall.

"Come forward."

The young man trembled slightly.

Thales has experienced hundreds of battles, from bloody battlefields to insidious schemes, and he is well-informed.

But for some reason, when he heard this sentence, he still clenched his fists involuntarily.

Thales raised his head and stared at the figure on the throne. He slowly moved forward to a distance where he could clearly see the steps to the throne.

But before his eyes, the figure on the throne was still blurry, flickering back and forth in the eternal lamp behind him.

"Closer."

The shadows on the throne slightly increase the volume.

The young man was silent for a while and then moved again.

This time, he walked close enough and could even see clearly the pair of boots under the throne, leaning against the bottom of the scepter.

"Closer."

The voice on the throne seemed a little impatient. He prolonged his tone, causing the flame of the eternal lamp to sway slightly.

Thales took a deep breath.

So, the next moment, the prince resolutely raised his steps and continued to move forward.

Until he saw that the shadow on the throne was also slowly moving.

Thales froze.

Under the dim light, the 39th-generation Supreme King of the Stars, King of Iron Fist, Kessel Bright Star V, who seemed to be more than six years old, raised his eyes from the scepter and faced the prince.

Thales had to raise his head to look at him, and his breathing began to speed up involuntarily.

Unable to control.

Bearing the gaze that he had seen many times in his dreams but always woke him up, a title blurted out from Thales' mouth:

"His Majesty."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Thales subconsciously added:

"Father, father?"

The man on the throne supported his chin and frowned slightly.

He lost weight.

This was Thales' first feeling.

Although the opponent's figure under the leather robe is still strong, although the scepter in the opponent's hand is still steady, and although the pair of eyes still exude a faint cold light.

But he could tell:

King Kessel's face is much thinner, his eye sockets are slightly sunken, and his cheekbones are slightly raised.

And more wrinkles have appeared on the king's face.

The opponent's knuckles holding the scepter were more protruding and looked quite sharp.

Compared with six years ago, the only thing that remains the same or even worse is probably the silence, dullness, suffocation, but unnerving feeling that the other party exudes, like the eve of a storm.

The silence seemed to last for a long time, but Thales just looked at the king quietly, feeling that he could not look away.

Finally, the king's expression changed:

"anxiety."

The voice was as steady and thick as before.

This is especially obvious in the long and empty meeting hall.

Thales came back to his senses and cleared his throat:

"Feel sorry?"

King Kessel snorted six years later.

"How you feel now."

The king said slowly:
To be continued...