Thales was a little lost in thought.

"The emperor's new clothes, the elephant in the room."

The prince said quietly:

"They lie to us, we know they are lying, and they know we know they are lying, but they keep lying and we keep pretending to believe them."

Black Prophet tasted it for a while and said "hmm" in confusion.

"I didn't say that," Thales came back to his senses and coughed:

"It's what a female author said...someone from the North."

Morat was silent for a while, seeming to be recalling, and then denied:

"No, there is absolutely no such statement in the North."

Thales was embarrassed at first, and then smiled in relief.

"Indeed not," he said without hesitation:

"I'm lying."

The Black Prophet smiled:

"I know."

Thales snorted softly:

"Yes, I know you know."

He raised his head and looked at the road ahead. A door was revealed at the end of the corridor:

"So, when I lie next time, please understand me."

Morat exhaled and seemed very satisfied:

"Welcome aboard, Duke Thales."

Thales was silent for a while:

"My pleasure, Lord Hanson."

The Black Prophet nodded and said:

"It's just that you have to understand that when I knew it but didn't expose you - I was also lying."

His words carry profound meaning:

"Don't get too used to it."

Thales' eyes were filled with illusions.

【Twisted, Thales, twisted.】

[They were all twisted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, who were captured, enslaved, and lost by power. 】

[In those chains, they became something else: cold tools, cold-blooded scum, and suspicious tyrants, but they were no longer themselves.]

"Of course," Thales was stunned and stopped thinking about Kuai Rope's words:

"certainly."

The boy's steps moved forward steadily.

For some reason, after some negotiation and testing with the Black Prophet, he clearly relieved the crisis and blocked the threat for the guards prisoners and the fast rope.

But it is different from every previous escape.

This time, he didn't feel at all relaxed.

I felt relieved for a moment.

On the contrary, this time, especially when the Black Prophet laughed, Thales felt that the burden on him was getting heavier and heavier.

Getting tighter and tighter.

Hard to escape.

He tightened his grip on the wheelchair unconsciously.

"One last question, kid."

Thales' ears tightened, and he felt infinite vigilance in his heart.

"Can it be more stable?"

Under Thales' strange expression, the old manager of the secret department leaned back on his chair and let out a sigh of helplessness:

"You're almost pushing me to pieces."

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Finally, in a complicated mood of embarrassment and anxiety, Thales followed the instructions and pushed Morat into a dark room.

Thales let go of his wheelchair and looked at this strange room with doubts - it was simply decorated, small in size, and had poor visibility. The biggest feature was that there was a huge mirror mounted on the wall facing them, which barely reflected the reflection of him and

The blurry figure of Morat sitting and standing.

However, at the next moment, a light spot appeared on the mirror, and the entire mirror lit up.

Thales frowned and stepped back, but he immediately discovered that the "mirror" revealed another larger room, and Raphael standing in it.

"One-way glass," Morat chuckled: "It is made by infiltrating bituminous crystal and it costs a lot of money."

"We can see them, but they can't see us."

I know, I've seen it, who are you trying to fool?

Unhappy, Thales kept the above words deep in his heart.

"Where is this?"

"trial room."

Morat replied simply:

"Please remain quiet, Your Highness, we are not yet able to achieve perfect one-way sound transmission - we cannot do it cheaply."

Thales frowned and looked at the room on the other side of the glass. Raphael was saying something to several subordinates, and the latter exited the door.

The Bone Man turned around and nodded slightly in the direction of Black Prophet and Thales.

"Who are you going to interrogate?"

Thales said doubtfully:

"Anke Bailar last night?"

Morat did not answer the prince, but looked around the dim surroundings and sighed:

"Ah, no matter on this end or that end, I really miss this place."

"This glass in particular is of great significance. When we moved, we almost moved it over intact."

"Why?" Thales stared at Raphael on the other side.

Black Prophet snorted softly.

"Eighteen years ago," he pointed at the one-way glass, his eyes gleaming with energy, contrary to his old demeanor.

"Sitting on the other side of this glass is a young but notorious nobleman from Exeter."

"The Earl of Menton City from the Black Sand Territory."

He whispered a name:

"The name is—Charmaine Lombard."

Thales was startled and looked at the glass again.

"And here, I am standing in your position. As for my position, the Crown Prince of the Stars is sitting..."

Morat exhaled a breath, full of remembrance:

"Midir Bright Star."

In the dark and depressing room, the Black Prophet slowly said:

"The dragon chick bites the dragon king, and the oath will end. New blood will replace the old blood, and the great furnace will be opened."

"That year, Dragon's Blood - a top-secret plan to target the leader of the enemy country, kick off the revival of the stars, and put a final piece on the wise king's chessboard - was born on both sides of this glass.
Chapter completed!