Thales subconsciously pushed the wheelchair. The surrounding environment was blurred in the darkness. Only the figure of the old man in front of him was clear and scary.

Hold.

This was the first word that came to the boy's mind.

He looked solemnly at Morat in the wheelchair, and accidentally touched the black-veined vine, causing the latter to shrink.

Damn it.

Even if you know the truth about "mind reading", even if you have gone through six years of experience, even if you think you are quite prepared...

The Black Prophet is still the Black Prophet.

Even though there are no clues or evidence, you can still smell the truth by following the smell of deception and lies.

His father, his grandfather, the rulers on the High Throne, how did they face this old monster?

How could they rest assured that such a poisonous snake, a dark figure filled with insidiousness from beginning to end, held an important position in their imperial council and held the power of intelligence?

Thales held on to the wheelchair tightly.

But more importantly...

At that moment, everything in the Blade Fang Camp and the Prison of Bones, whether it was Quick Rope, Sak'el or Little Barney, passed before Thales' eyes one by one.

[You were tortured and escaped through all kinds of hardships...not just to change a pair of shackles...]

those people……

The debt they carried, the suffering they suffered, the pain they experienced...

Thales tensed the muscles in his arms.

"Your Highness?"

Morat still didn't look back, leaving Thales with only an empty and thin outline of the back of his head.

It was in perfect contrast to the endless haze he brought.

Thales raised his head slightly.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"What's the crime?"

No.

At that moment, the young man silently said, No.

No matter how intimidating the Black Prophet is, there is no way to break through from him.

He must hold this line.

No matter what the cost.

Morat sneered:

"I believe Yodel must have told you not to be in front of me..."

"Lying?" Thales suddenly spoke, interrupting the Black Prophet.

Morat glanced slightly sideways.

"You're right." After making the decision, Thales no longer thought about it:

"I did lie."

"Right now, right in front of you."

The prince's expression was unflattering, and his next words were even colder:

"so what?"

The Black Prophet froze.

The corridor was deserted and dark, except for Thales's own footsteps, which echoed back and forth without concern, covering up the frightening sound of the demonic vines.

"I lied."

With gritted teeth and a will to not care, Thales said coldly:

"Because I don't want to tell you the truth, and I don't want to embarrass each other."

"And your damn mind-reading power - I don't know how much of it is real - tears apart this tacit understanding every time, leaving no room for room, and forcing us into a corner together?"

Morat slowly turned his head and looked at Thales with a rare look.

But Thales hadn't finished speaking yet. He stared back at the Black Prophet, trying his best to forget the fear that had taken root when they first met:

"Why."

"To prove that you can do this? To show your power? To get the chips you want? To blackmail me and control me?"

Thales summoned the Sin of the Hell River and tried his best to stabilize his heartbeat and breathing, blocking any possible expression of emotions.

He imagined that he had become hard-hearted and invulnerable at this moment.

The corridor was quiet for a moment.

"Because it's my job, kid."

Morat spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and dry, with a mixture of joy and anger:

"Be prepared for danger in times of peace and eliminate threats."

Thales paused.

The wheelchair stopped suddenly, causing Morat to sway slightly.

The footsteps stopped and the darkness remained. Only the flesh and blood of the demon in the wheelchair shrank back and forth, squirmed and curled in the corridor. The strange rustling sound added another touch of deathly silence to the atmosphere.

"Then this is my choice, your lord."

A few seconds later, Duke Xinghu’s emotionless voice sounded:

"I lied, out of my own interests and considerations."

"so what?"

From an invisible angle, the Black Prophet narrowed his eyes slightly.

"And you used the wrong title, Morat," the second prince looked straight at the darkness ahead: "There is no 'child' here."

"Only Thales Brightstar."

Morat was silent for a moment, then hummed softly.

"your choice?"

"Even if your choices could endanger the kingdom?"

"Even if your willfulness may go against your father..."

boom!

Thales slapped Morat's wheelchair hard, causing the demonic vines above to squirm violently and muffling the Black Prophet's words with a loud noise.

"Then let him come to me."

Black Prophet's eyes narrowed.

The next second, Thales exerted force on his hands and slowly turned the wheelchair around so that the frail old man faced him.

At the same time, he also forced himself to look face to face with this well-known head of the secret department.

"Go ahead and tell him."

Thales' voice was very soft, but emotionless, so cold that it made people shrink.

"Tell him that I have hidden a group of front-guard criminals outside the palace who are familiar with the palace regulations and have extraordinary skills." His tone suddenly changed:

"So that I can launch a coup at the critical moment, seize the Fuxing Palace and make myself king."

The Black Prophet said nothing.

The demonic vines on his legs surged again.

Morat took two gentle breaths, seeming to adapt.

"how?"

Duke Xinghu stretched out his hands, held down the arms of the chair on both sides, and slowly leaned down, approaching Morat's old face - although this was not comfortable.

"Didn't he send me here just to let you ask such a thing?"

Thales looked directly at the Black Prophet at an extremely close distance, and could even count the wrinkles on the other person's face:

"Be prepared for danger in times of peace and eliminate threats?"

The surrounding darkness seemed to become more and more arrogant, invading everything in sight, leaving only the two people staring at each other.

Morat's eyes were as dull as before, not moving slightly, and Thales could not get any information from them.

But he knew he couldn't back down.

Finally, as if a century had passed, a smile crept onto the old man's face.

"I have to admit, this is an unexpected surprise."

Morat looked at Thales carefully and said:
To be continued...