But Thales hasn’t finished speaking yet.

"Since the assassin's target is you... then who would want your life?"

"Your Majesty, please think about it," Thales's voice struck Zhan's heart like a hammer full of iron thorns: "Who knows what you were going to do that day and who you were meeting.

Your whereabouts?"

Zhan En breathed out a deep breath without showing any emotion, but the scene that day could not help but appear in his mind.

He saw that one of the people being assassinated was Gilbert, and in order to win people's hearts, he came to help.

Those assassins.

That boy.

And - knew he was going to be there, those people.

Thales said coldly, word by word: "Are they those who you think are your allies? Those who work together for a better star? Those who have promised you a bright future?

"

Thales turned his head and sighed: "Yes, among those who are qualified to sit on the throne, you are the youngest, the best image, the most popular, and the most likely candidate - they also follow the same

Did you say that?"

The breathless crowd finally began to make noise.

Everyone in the field had different reactions to Thales' performance.

Behind Count Karabiyan, the young police officer Cohen stared at the boy in surprise.

He...is really only six or seven years old?

When I was seven years old... Forget it.

To avoid being sad.

But the tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop.

Old Count Karabiyan turned his head and looked at Cohen and then Thales with a scrutinizing gaze.

Under Cohen's increasingly doubtful expression, the old count's eyes returned several times.

Finally, the old earl looked at Cohen, sighed in disappointment, and then turned his head to look at Thales.

Cohen, who was left with an innocent look on his face, suddenly realized what he was doing, and then lowered his head in frustration.

Old man, what's the matter with you?

You can't compare people to each other like this!

"Black Prophet" Morat exhaled softly and looked at Thales with complicated expressions.

Previously, it seemed that he had been underestimated.

The notorious head of the secret service quietly said to Raphael behind him:

"This child...is really unexpected...if he is the king you want to serve in the future..."

"The advantage is that you can save a lot of worry, but the disadvantage is that you can't worry."

Faced with these seemingly contradictory words, Raphael nodded solemnly.

He understood.

King Kessel V looked at his son with twinkling eyes. He turned his head slightly and whispered to Jini beside him:

"Have the child learned eloquence and speech from Gilbert, or reasoning and observation from you?"

"No," Ji Ni looked at the boy who was explaining calmly in the center of the field, and showed a smile that was both bitter and gratifying: "That child is special."

"It's quite special," Kaiser V thought deeply for a while, then hummed softly, with a look of sadness and complexity on his face: "Yes."

"Just like his mother."

Jinni's face froze.

Kessel's eyes returned to Thales.

"enough!"

Coster angrily hit the Thresh Throne's gauntlet, interrupting Thales's words. He looked angrily at Kessel, who had a playful look in his eyes: "Your Majesty, the farce should be over... Our main topic is..."

"The Cyclops of South Trist! Why are you so anxious?"

Everyone turned their heads and were surprised to see that the person who spoke was the Duke of the North!

Val raised his head coldly: "Could it be that if you continue to listen to what he says, it will be detrimental to you?"

Coster was speechless for a moment.

"And you, the old bones of Falkenhauser," Val's eyes were filled with fire. He turned his head and looked at the man with a haggard appearance and a terrifying face, and spoke with profound meaning and extremely sharp words:

"Under such circumstances, you didn't gloat or make any sarcasm. It's really rare."

"Thank you for reminding me, I was just about to speak, haha..." Cyril Falkenholz, who was a moment slower, pointed at Zhan, who looked very ugly, and laughed.

But only those who know him best know that at this moment, he smiled a little dryly: "It seems that you have been tricked, you little young Duke!"

"As for you, Duke Cullen, our Prime Minister," Val looked at the fat Duke opposite and said disdainfully: "You are still as stable as ever."

Duke Cullen responded with a simple smile.

Zhan clenched his fists, maintained his remaining grace, and tried his best not to look at those people.

Those few people.

If, if I die...who among those people will benefit? He couldn't suppress the doubt in his heart and began to think about these things.

"Okay, kid," Zhan, who had a rather pale face, tried his best to smile and said feebly: "No matter what you said, there is no evidence..."

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

Thales looked at the young Duke with indifferent eyes, deliberately avoiding the "evidence" issue, and deliberately guiding his and the audience's thinking: "What is your status in that group that aims at the throne?"

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense. There is more than one person in your group. If you are killed, everyone will be in danger, and the alliance will break up."

"Why did the person behind the scenes want to assassinate you and do things to sabotage the plan?"

"Unless," Thales sighed again: "There is a more terrifying possibility."

Zhan En closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

He is not a fool.

"That is, everyone else in the group knows that you are destined to be sacrificed," Thales walked around Zhan, pretending to be sympathetic, and patted the head of the Iris family.

Shoulder:

"Your death is part of the plan - you are the one who was betrayed, the only abandoned son."

"That's right. You are young and promising, have superb means, have a rich family background, and have high popularity. If you ascend to the throne, even if it is a throne with a king-elect system, within a few years, Kevin Dill will become another shining star.

The royal family has begun to check and balance the lords - and even if you fight for life, you can live longer than all of them."

"Then what difference does it make if they change the royal family or not?"

"The owner of the tricolor iris was assassinated in the royal capital. The nobles will only become more frightened, the pressure of the war will only become heavier, the accusations suffered by His Majesty will only be greater, and the conspiracy to force an heir may be more successful."

"That crown will also be placed on the head of the person they like more."

Zhan En's expression was indifferent, but everyone could see that his eyes had not moved for a long time.

"You were already betrayed before you put on that crown." Thales shook his head funny like a little adult: "After all, you are still too young and make careless friends."

"They probably borrowed a lot of power from you and the Kevin Dill family and have been preparing for a long time, but no matter what they promised you," Thales walked back to Kessel and said coldly: "Nothing.

Ready to cash in."

"Please think carefully and reconsider your position. You are a smart man. Who would you rather choose as your ally? Who will be the king and will be most beneficial to the prosperity of the iris?"

Zhan didn't speak anymore, nor did he look at Thales. He just stared at the ground in front of him, seeming to be particularly interested in the texture on the floor tiles.

At this time, Thales suddenly turned around.

He shouted strangely to the lords on the stone throne:

"do not move."

Many lords frowned.

Thales' gaze carefully scanned everyone's face, seemingly not letting go of every pore.

He said coldly: "Don't move. Those accomplices who betrayed Zhan En, don't turn your head, don't shift your gaze, look into my eyes... I can smell your guilt and fear from your expressions."

Zhan En also quickly raised his head and looked at the lords.

The breathing of some lords stagnated in an instant!

But the next moment, Thales suddenly relaxed.

He spread his hands and said with a smile:

"Don't be nervous."
To be continued...