Thales took back his steps and glanced around.

The prince gestured to the portrait on the far right on the opposite wall:

"he?"

In the painting, a middle-aged man with graying hair smiled kindly at him.

But Mallos shook his head.

"No."

The watchman crossed his arms and looked at the hall with a little more respect:

"Although Mindis III did live here more than a hundred years ago, and most people think it was him... but, no, Mindis Hall, it is not named after the wise king."

Isn’t it Xianjun’s name?

This actually aroused the boy's interest.

"Very good," Thales turned back with interest:

"Please enlighten me, my... guard captain?"

Mallos didn't care about the slight strangeness in Thales' tone. He turned around and looked in the direction of Fuxing Palace with a deep look:

"In the year 333 of the end calendar, the twenty-second supreme king was crowned, and his name appeared for the first time in the genealogy of kings in the stars."

Thales raised his eyebrows: How many...? Twenty-two?

That is……

"The king was young but frail and sick. He had to move out of the palace, find a place to recuperate, and entrusted the affairs of the country to his uncle and the royal council."

Marius' words were very calm, just like his indifferent expression, but the story he told was not necessarily pleasing:

"In just one year, the young king unfortunately died of illness and did not even leave any heirs."

The watchman stepped on the floor tiles under his feet:

"After that, the suburban manor where he died was named after him to commemorate him."

Mallos looked at the prince calmly.

Entrust the state affairs to my uncle and leave the palace to recuperate...

My nephew died young, leaving a name to commemorate...

The story is very short, doesn't even have a plot, and is not very auspicious.

The charm behind it is even somewhat...indescribable.

But Thales still had a "that's it" look on his face.

"So, um, suburban manor," Thales pointed around and tried to answer the words:

"You call Evening Star a 'suburb'?"

Mallos frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the prince's attitude of focusing on the key points: "It used to be."

"I call this 'urban sprawl.'"

Thales raised his eyebrows:

"oh."

"However, three and a half centuries have passed. When we stand here and mention the original owner of Mindis Hall," the watchman snorted and looked at Thales with a meaningful look:

"Even the direct descendants of Bright Star no longer know about the 'Fog King'."

Thales was a little embarrassed:

"I, uh..."

But he soon noticed the title mentioned by Marius:

"King of Fog?"

Mallos nodded.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the precious fir door with a deep tone:

"Whether he was alive or dead, Mindis I, who died young, was always called the 'King of the Mist'."

"While he was still in power, his rule was like a fog, seemingly tangible, but actually without substance."

"His story is like a fog, coming and going in a hurry and disappearing quietly."

Suddenly, Mallos' eyes became sharp:

"No one remembers."

"No one cares."

Thales shuddered subconsciously.

"So take care of yourself, especially when the whole Guard is here."

Mallos' eyes focused back on Thales, which shocked the latter who was still a little passive and lonely:

"No matter what you've been through..."

The watchman's tone became cold:

"You must know that among the many inconspicuous and forgotten owners of Mindis Hall, you are not the only one who is sick and miserable."

Sick and miserable.

Thales swallowed subconsciously and rubbed his face.

"But like the King of the Mist..."

The watchman snorted coldly:

"No one will remember."

Mallos looked in the direction of Fuxing Palace, his eyes blurred:

"No one will care."

silence.

I have to say that at that moment, Thales was still a little embarrassed when someone pointed out his worries and problems.

After a while, the young Duke of Star Lake forced himself to laugh dryly:

"thanks for your encouragement."

"Lord Marius."

Although it's not that inspiring.

But the watchman did not respond to his thanks, and just glanced at him lightly:

"I will let you know when the room upstairs is ready."

"Your Excellency the Duke."

After Mallos finished speaking, he strode into Mindis Hall.

Thales looked at his back, thoughtfully in embarrassment.

"That Uncle Wang."

The young man suddenly spoke.

Under the portrait of the Revival King, Marius's back was faintly stagnant.

"King Mist's... uncle who administers state affairs on his behalf."

Thales' eyes were burning:

"After Mindis I died of illness, did he succeed to the throne?"

The watchman's back remained still for a few seconds.

"certainly."

Mallos turned back with a profound expression:

"Sumei Canxing, who was in charge of state affairs, finally inherited the throne from his nephew who died young and had no issue."

"That is the 'Jackal' Su Mei III in history."

Thales exhaled, understanding in his heart.

But Mallos’s words were not finished yet:

"by……"

"...The body of the Duke of Star Lake."

Thales was horrified.

But before he could ask any further questions, the watchman left without looking back.
To be continued...