"Again, war has its pros and cons. It not only brings crisis, but also brings a reshuffle of power in the stars. After the baptism of war, the weak are eliminated, the old lose their place, the strong survive, and the living are stronger. - Some lords

One part of us has its end, and the other part has a new life.”

Under Gilbert's burning eyes, Thales sat blankly in the carriage, feeling the bumps and vibrations.

"Finally, the royal family has no heirs, and Xingchen has had no heirs for twelve years." Gilbert's voice suddenly rose: "What could be more compelling than an imminent crisis in the kingdom to force your majesty to choose an heir in advance for the sake of peace?"

What possible way out for the war? Even in this crisis, once a certain highly respected family makes a move to obey the people and gather the support of small and medium-sized nobles, who knows whether they can become the next shining star?

The next royal family?”

silence.

Thales looked out the window with dull eyes.

He understood what Gilbert meant.

It's just that he was shocked by the fact that burned his brain and made him horrified to think about it, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.

Gilbert looked at his expression and shook his head slightly.

Hopefully, this cruel and bloody game that has been played for thousands of years will not scare this smart and talented little gentleman away.

After a long while, Thales finally spoke in silence.

"So, this is not only the wish of Exeter: war and king change. It is also the wish of many people in Star Country: competition for the royal family." Thales added the final conclusion with difficulty:

"The assassination of the envoy is the result of many political factors... It is something that will inevitably happen with the tacit understanding of the careerists of the two countries..."

"Right." Thales spat out the last two words in an affirmative sentence.

Gilbert looked at his state worriedly, blinked hesitantly, and then said: "In view of the current situation of the royal family, your presence and appearance will not matter whether you are facing the lords at home or facing the Egyptians internationally.

Kuster, will be the target of public criticism - for your safety, I will suggest to Your Majesty to postpone recognition of you..."

"Is it worth it?" Thales didn't pay attention to Gilbert's words. He spoke softly and interrupted the middle-aged noble.

Gilbert raised his eyebrows.

"What kind of person would look forward to the coming of war?" Thales asked feebly.

"This is not a game of counting pieces on a chessboard," Thales slowly closed his eyes and clenched his fists: "This is a war. It is two groups of living people standing face to face, depriving each other reasonably and legally.

Life, until one side is deprived of all... war."

"They have experienced the disaster of the Year of Blood, why are there still people looking forward to war?"

"Just for a crown? To enjoy authority and power in a broken and decaying kingdom, in a barren and starving land, and among numb people? Then rule for more than twenty years in a miserable and miserable state, with fear and suspicion, and then rule

Do you impose the same misfortune on your descendants?"

"does it worth?"

Gilbert wanted to answer, but was speechless for a moment.

Thales, who had no answer, shook his head dejectedly.

However, this is probably history.

The history of human behavior.

There was another silence in the carriage.

The carriage drove away from the bustling King's Street. There were more and more beggars outside the carriage, and Jinni had to use a riding crop to scare them away.

"This is not just war," Gilbert looked at his students with a worried face and said softly, "This is politics."

"We are all gamblers aiming for power."

"Land and people are nothing but bargaining chips that can be exchanged."

"Between victory and defeat, it is just a transfer of chips."

"This is the game between the nobility and the state."

Thales raised his gaze and chuckled helplessly: "Yes, war is a continuation of politics - the game of power, the feast of crows."

But I don't like this.

In his heart, a voice whispered.

The traveler's peripheral vision shifted to the car window, where a beggar stretched out his hand to touch the axle with a sad face.

Looking at the group of beggars in the royal capital, Thales thought in a low voice: This is already a dilapidated kingdom——

etc!

The carriage passed by a bright eternal lamp. Thales focused his eyes and instantly saw the beggar's hand clearly.

Those were rough and calloused hands.

But the calluses are not evenly distributed in the areas where workers and beggars often touch and bear weight on their palms. Instead, they are concentrated on the thumb and index finger, and near the tiger's mouth.

His brain immediately started spinning.

He had also seen such unique calluses on another person's hands.

Yara Sarriton.

Thales was startled and turned to another beggar, then the third, then the fourth...

"Gilbert!"

The middle-aged noble looked puzzled.

Thales said calmly:

"Something's wrong."

"These people are not beggars."

The traveler took a deep breath:

"They...they are..."

Yodel's hoarse voice came faintly from the void, taking over his words:

"It's an assassin."

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Chapter completed!