"I don't have an answer."

"At least not the answer they want, not even the answer I want."

Thales stepped on the dirt road of memory step by step, just like it had been many years ago.

It seems nothing has changed.

The prince's emotions infected Glover and Cohen, and they both thought about it in silence.

"But in their eyes, I couldn't feel myself. I didn't know what I was doing, what I was going to do, and what I could do."

Thales led them out of the alley and to another street, which was much more dilapidated, but also much quieter.

"I don't even know who I am."

Thales looked at the deserted and sparse streets from a distance and fell into silence.

"You are a noble person and extremely intelligent," Grover said stiffly:

"Naturally, one has to shoulder important responsibilities, far beyond those of ordinary people."

"That," Cohen came back to his senses and became anxious after hearing this:

"I, I think so too!"

The zombie glanced at him.

Thales looked back at them and smiled.

"Yeah, 'It doesn't matter, fate will prepare everything for you,' my father once said."

Thales looked at the uneven ground under his feet and moved forward again.

"For six years, this sentence has always worked."

"Especially when I was still in the North."

"At that time, I had no chance to hesitate," Thales frowned, thinking of the tragically laughing Death Crow, "I could no longer hesitate."

But Thales suddenly raised his head.

"but……"

The young man avoided an alley where thieves gathered:

"What if fate is also lazy and lazy?"

Glover and Cohen both frowned.

"If even fate refuses to show me its form, it just presents an empty mirror in which people can only see their helpless face," Thales gritted his teeth:

"Then how can I see my answer clearly?"

Glover pursed his lips, thoughtfully.

Cohen's eyes widened and he looked confused.

"Have you ever played chess? 'The Rise and Fall of Empires'?"

Thales stepped on the muddy, dirty and obstructed streets in the lower city, raised his head in confusion, and looked at the clear blue and spotless sky of Yongxing City.

Glover raised his head:

"yes."

Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment and his voice became smaller and smaller:

"I, um, hey, I know the rules... I can't help it, the old man taught his cousin all his chess skills..."

Thales smiled slightly.

"Since I returned to the kingdom, many people have wanted to play chess with me these days, and I have satisfied them all."

Thales continued to move forward, his eyes getting sharper:

"There is one most special person among them."

"The method used is not the one I am used to."

They walked onto an unfamiliar street. The houses and lanes here were stacked on top of each other, and they could barely see the orderliness of the original planning.

But it is still full of beggars and gangsters, and it is difficult to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.

"When most people play chess, all they see are the chess pieces and the chess game."

Thales sidled aside to avoid a carriage that was throwing mud and water:

"But he's not."

The prince's eyes showed solemnity.

"Whether he was six years ago or six years later, he was unique and different. Not only did he disdain to get off the field to hold the pieces, he never glanced at the chessboard, and he didn't even care about the situation of the chess game or even the outcome."

Glover's brows frowned more and more, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.

But Thales' words carried invisible power, causing the two of them to subconsciously tighten their bodies.

"Because the only thing he saw outside the chessboard was chess players, no matter how big or small, regardless of superiority or inferiority, each one meditating alone and doing his own thing."

Thales clenched his fists.

"He knows, or he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth:

"The one who makes the choice on the chessboard can always only be the chess player."

The Wings of Legend, Anke Bailar, Zhan Kelvindir, and even the shadow on the throne in the Renaissance Palace all flashed through Thales's mind at this moment.

"Every chess player, every chess player who achieves his or her own achievements due to different choices, always has a trace to follow."

Thales took a deep breath.

"And he caught these, only looking at the chess players, and only using the chess players as pieces - he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess players, it didn't matter what kind of chess game he wanted."

"Just like a king who doesn't respect blood," Thales gently pressed his chest:

"The bloodline is honored by the king."

Glover and Cohen were silent, one solemn and the other confused.

Thales gradually clarified his thoughts and spoke in a fearful tone.

"He is an opponent I have never seen before, and his tactics cannot even be described as 'brilliant' or 'inferior'."

"Connecting different chess players together is his chessboard."

"For this reason, he was willing to tie his own hands and feet, even commit suicide and lose his son, or even overturn the chessboard."

Thales's eyes were ethereal and his thoughts were wandering.

"Just like some players know how to operate, some players are good at operations, some players understand skills, and some players see the overall situation..."

"But he..." Thales sighed:

"He just focused on the power of the host!"

Cohen finally no longer felt lonely: he saw with satisfaction that Glover also showed a confused and confused expression at this moment.

"Just get used to it," the security officer said as if he was a veteran, patting Glover on the shoulder with satisfaction:

"That's how the prince is, he often talks a lot. I've seen him..."

"I am his personal guard who accompanies him day and night," Zombie said with a cold face and shook off Cohen's hand without shame:

"You don't need to remind me."

But Thales ignored these small details. He was immersed in his own thoughts.

"He chose, or in other words, he believed that he chose the king and the chess player, not the bloodline and the chess game."

The prince took a deep breath, but for a moment he felt a little confused and hesitant.

"But how can he be sure," Thales said slowly:

"If you are respected because of your bloodline, you will definitely be able to honor your bloodline?"

"A piece in the chess game will definitely become a chess player?"

Thales turned back:

"What do you think?"

Glover and Cohen, who were quarreling with each other's eyes, were startled and both came to their senses.

"I can't give you an answer." Glover said cautiously.

"I, I, I still can't understand..." Cohen worked hard for a long time, but still felt discouraged.

"Your Highness is playing a game," Grover coldly reminded this companion who was unclear about his sister:

"With an opponent in the distance that we cannot see, a big shot who is difficult to deal with."

Glover's eyes sharpened:

"Or, more than one."
To be continued...