"My attention and help to her, even from the perspective of the kingdom, are by no means meaningless."

Thales tried his best to regard himself as an adviser to the emperor, speaking confidently and resolutely, just like Sodo and Qiu Ke just now:

"As I said, she is enough to become an ally of the stars."

He stared closely at his father.

King Kessel chuckled.

"Allies of the stars?"

He spoke hoarsely, like a beast opening its eyes from hibernation:

"Or is it your weakness?"

weakness.

For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered the Black Prophet whom he had not seen for a long time.

Remembering their first meeting.

Thales swallowed his throat.

"I understand your concerns."

He took out all his armor, awakened his energy to 120%, and regarded the people in front of him as formidable enemies like Nunn and Charmaine:

"A Comas person once told me: Doing business can't just focus on numbers and profits. Sometimes, you also have to focus on reputation and connections."

The king snorted:

"Business?"

But Thales just continued:

"Even in the most ordinary war, our allies will be attacked, our friends will be criticized, and our comrades will also be threatened."

"And that doesn't mean they are our weakness."

Thales tightened his drake voice, which had not yet gone through the voice-changing stage, so that he could sound more mature and rational:

"on the contrary."

"To make profits, you have to take relative risks."

"So last night, for our own good, I couldn't stand by and watch."

He must be resolute and certain.

"Because I believe that girl will bring us greater value and benefits."

Thales looked at those extremely dazzling eyes in the darkness and tried hard to raise his own shield.

King Kessel was silent for a long time.

It was so long that Thales even became stiff while sitting.

finally.

"us."

The Iron Fist King sneered:

"You use 'we' to wrap up your reasoning."

"You tell me, this is what 'we' should do."

The next moment, the king held down the arm of the chair.

Kessel emerged from the darkness into the sunlight, revealing his figure, his face, and his eyes like a stone statue.

And the nine-pointed star logo on the clothing.

It’s even more obvious than the logo on Taylor’s collar.

"But what about yourself?"

For some reason, this action of the king made Thales feel chilled.

Like a ferocious beast showing its claws from the mist.

"Your own feelings, your own thoughts, your own considerations, your own preferences..."

Just listen to the king saying coldly:

"Where are you?"

Where am I myself?

Thales frowned.

He didn't think about anything else and replied calmly:

"I am among 'us'."

"If in addition to the interests and positions of the kingdom, you can also take into account sincerity and live up to my personal friendship with her, then everyone will be happy..."

But the king’s response came as a shadow:

"No."

Kessel’s words were calm, but had an unshakable majesty:

"You are disguised as 'us'."

Thales frowned.

"Because you think that I am a cruel king who is born for the stars, rational and calm, and only sees the kingdom."

The words of the Iron Fist King were extremely cold:

"Disdain emotions and impulses, and only care about gains and losses."

"So you racked your brains and tried your best to pretend to be similar to me in order to face me."

Thales was stunned for a second.

"To prove that what you do is in line with the principle of interests and political considerations," the king's words were calm:

"So that I can convince you of your argument."

"Thereby letting go of your wanton behavior and letting go of your girlfriend."

Thales was about to refute, but the Iron Fist King's next words made him freeze completely:

"Just like your usual trick: understand your opponent's methods, their logic, and then defeat them on their battlefield."

Kessel snorted coldly and gently rubbed his fingers:

"Deal with King Nun with ingenious calculations."

"Counter Charmaine Lombard with a desperate move."

"Use domineering attitude to deal with Williams..."

"Or like last night."

"Taking advantage of the weaknesses of human nature and playing games with the Kevin Deere boys from a distance."

Thales stared at the other party blankly.

he knows.

The king's words echoed in Thales' mind.

A common trick...

Pretend to be similar to him and face him...

The young man suddenly had the illusion that he was stripped naked from top to bottom at this moment, and he was standing naked in front of the king.

There is nothing to hide, nothing to do, nothing to escape from.

"But some things can't be faked."

Kessel V raised his eyes.

"Just like last night."

last night.

Thales' pupils moved.

The Iron Fist King stared at him from afar.

That feeling came again.

That kind of oppression that neither King Nun nor King Charman gave him.

The kind of powerlessness that makes one's hands and feet feel as if a thousand pounds are pressing down on one's head, and one who wants to speak but feels stuck in the throat.

"Why?"

The king spoke softly, but was unable to resist:
To be continued...