"Those criminals."

Thales snorted coldly.

"Forget it, if you want to bring up the same idea of ​​'eliminating weaknesses' six years ago," the prince recalled the frank exchange in the Ballard room and said with disdain:

"My father has been chattering all morning."

The Black Prophet said nothing, still waiting for his answer.

Thales looked away, trying his best to forget about the people in the Prison of Bones.

"It's not them that matters."

"It's me," he gritted his teeth: "My principles, my rules, my choice."

"Loyalty will be fat-ahem-rewarded."

Duke Xinghu lowered his head and looked directly at Morat:

"And those who hurt me must pay a price."

"Do you understand, my lord?"

The silence lasted especially long this time.

Until Morat, who was watching him silently, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled strangely.

The vines on his legs were still squirming, but their amplitude was much less severe.

Looking at the other party's smile, Thales tried hard to hold back the anxiety in his heart.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Duke, I am not such a heartless person."

The Black Prophet put his hands on his knees, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Since you have opened your mouth and vouched for yourself, we will give you face no matter what."

At that moment, Thales breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Besides, it's been eighteen years."

Morat tapped the wheelchair gently, seeming to comfort it, while his eyes were lost in thought:

"Those old people from Fuxing Palace have long been out of date. Their damage is limited and they can't afford to make big waves. Naturally, there is no need for me to waste my budget and issue arrest warrants."

Well, except maybe one person.

The intelligence chief came back to his senses and grinned:

"It's just that, Your Excellency, please give us more trust next time."

trust?

Thales frowned.

"Williams is not professional after all," Black Prophet said calmly:

"It's not like the secret department can't arrange things like suspended animation."

He glanced at Thales:

"And you don't have to use this way of looking at death to avoid trouble?"

Thales' thinking froze and he spoke with difficulty:

"certainly."

The Black Prophet smiled:

"But your father will know sooner or later, do you understand?"

Thales paused:

"certainly."

"Then can we continue, Your Excellency the Duke?"

Thales took a deep breath, grabbed the back of the wheelchair again (the black-veined vines fled to the other side again), turned it in the right direction, and hid Morat's face in the invisible darkness:

"certainly."

Thales stepped forward and they moved forward again.

"Very good, you are on your way." Morat said leisurely.

Thales moved:

"What?"

"I've been in the Secret Service for a long time, kid."

This time, Morat’s words were a bit sad:

"I don't know since when, everyone has become cautious and timid in front of me."

"And as for a person who has no burden at all and is not afraid of lying to me?"

Those who are not afraid of speaking out against the Black Prophet...

Thales thought about this sentence carefully.

Morat continued:

"Since the passing of the late king and Crown Prince Midir in the Year of Blood, only Sunset knows that I have not met such a person in my life for a long, long time."

He chuckled lightly, as if he remembered something, and slowly shook his head.

Thales looked strange.

He couldn't believe that he actually felt... nostalgia and sentimentality in the words of this notorious intelligence chief?

"So what before then?"

Thales took advantage of the situation and asked:

"My uncle, my grandfather, how do you get along when they stand in front of you?"

Black Prophet was silent for a second.

"Like you just now."

Thales' steps stagnated, but he adjusted quickly.

"Whether it was the late king or the late crown prince, they never feared or worried about lying in front of me - even though they knew that I had the ability to recognize the lies they told."

In the endless darkness and desolation, Morat said quietly:

"And you know why?"

Thales thought for a moment.

Eddy II, and Crown Prince Midir...

They never fear or worry about lying in front of the Black Prophet?

Thales was a little surprised.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the image of the two people described by King Kessel in the Tomb of the Stars, and also recalled the king who was the enemy of the world mentioned by Thacker in the Prison of Bones.

But he reacted quickly.

"that power."

Thales thought:

"Because they have the power."

"They're not afraid of you."

"It doesn't matter what you know."

He stared blankly at the back of Black Prophet's head:

"And as a servant of the lower reaches of power, you have no motive or need to expose their lies."

For some reason, at this moment, Thales was thinking of the night when he and Quick Rope revealed each other's identities.

[This has nothing to do with your strength, Thales. On the contrary, the greater your strength and power, the tighter the chain will be, the deeper it will be, and the more difficult it will be to break free. 】

【Like our father.】

"well said!"

The Black Prophet suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

He laughed for several seconds before slowing down his tone.

"that power."

"Only power."

Morat’s words were full of exclamations:

"Power is not afraid of lying."

"To a certain extent, it likes to lie, is happy to lie, and is good at lying. Only in lies can the power it possesses flow, distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and manifest its existence."

His tone slowly tightened, causing Thales to become alert for no reason:

"It can become real power only when it truly makes people go against their will and nature, and makes those who feel wrong begin to become insensitive, convincing themselves that they give up questioning and believe lies."
To be continued...