"When I said 'watch her carefully' before, Your Highness," Duke Jenn's voice sounded in the reception room, with deliberate mockery and suppressed anger, as well as the ominous meaning of an approaching storm, "I meant absolutely.

Not kidnapping my sister in public..."

However, opposite the Duke, Prince Thales, who was sitting in a luxurious armchair, had a dull expression and was absent-minded.

Kidnapping?

The morning light filled the room, and Thales looked at the cup of exotic scented tea on the small table, exhausted.

Yes, kidnapping.

But, kidnapped by what?

By a killer? By an enemy? By power? By the environment? Kidnapped by a weird and unspeakable evil?

The face of the defense attorney appeared in front of him. At one moment, he was screaming and screaming in pain, and at other times, he was smiling foolishly and innocently.

Thales' eyes were fixed on the indistinguishable reflection in the cup that seemed both real and illusory.

Or is it a fate that everyone has their own destiny that they can’t escape for the rest of their lives?

Zhan En's merciless accusations continued: "As a prince of a king, with the dignity of a duke, you irresponsibly deviated from the planned itinerary, self-righteously ditched the escort crowd, just to go to the bottom of the market to hunt for novels.

'Have fun with the people'..."

Break away from the plan.

Get rid of the crowd.

Thales took a deep breath.

The monster's crazy laughter in the ominous white smoke rang in his ears, making him more and more irritable.

Really?

He, Thales Bright Star.

What can he really get away with?

What can you really get rid of?

"I dressed up as a clown and a flower girl, and went to places where people from different religions and religions mixed together to have fun. I performed on the street, got into fights in the back streets, and broke into private houses. I left countless messes along the way and came back with scars..." Zhan En was still chattering.

covered in wounds.

Thales lowered his gaze: his neck, arms, and legs were all wrapped in thick bandages, most of which were hidden under his sleeves. They exuded a faint medicinal smell and were all wounds and scrapes left yesterday.

, abrasions, scratches, bruises, pain that never goes away...

Yes, he has been scarred for a long time.

Long before today.

But these are nothing.

Compared to Marius, who was brought back with a high fever last night and was in bed, and far beyond his expectation, many of his subordinates were injured during the spying on the Blood Bottle Gang and the hunt for Lausanne II: Mira, Zombie, Rolf

, Fu Laten, Nexi...

Even compared to Slimani’s final fate…

Compared to the casualties that occurred in this struggle…

"...even a whole truckload of celebratory fireworks were lit in the north of the city, triggering the largest crowd gathering in recent years and almost collapsing the North Gate Bridge..." Zhan En's words were as sonorous and powerful as ever, as if he was sitting in the trial hall.

On the highest seat here.

But at this moment, it sounded to Thales that the sense of nobility and authority he had deliberately created had already dissipated in the false statements repeated over and over again, like a rag with the moisture squeezed out, and it became wrinkled and dry.

Phew, it looks ugly and smells bad.

"The Security Department and the Emerald Legion had to mobilize a large number of manpower to maintain order because His Excellency the Duke of Xinghu, who was visiting privately incognito, felt bored while shopping and wanted to hear a louder noise..."

Why?

Thales touched the armrest of the luxurious seat. Zhan's words were heard in his ears, and he felt like the buzzing of mosquitoes, which was extremely annoying.

Obviously outside the palace gate, on the street separated by a wall, some people were dead, some were injured, some were wielding swords, guns and sticks in the back alleys, cutting you to death until blood flowed everywhere. Some were crazy, some were worried, and some were tortured into disfigurement by the abominable life.

The abominable appearance makes other people's lives look abominable. Some people are poor, some are miserable, and some are hiding in the small darkness without seeing the light of day and struggling to survive by rummaging through the scraps thrown away by the upper class.

Why?

Thales only felt his knuckles gradually tightening.

"And the most important thing is that what you did neither respected the Iris family nor your father's vassals, the etiquette of aristocrats, and the rules of the kingdom. If I hadn't taken measures early, I would have suppressed

Have a negative impact..."

But why, why does the leader who should be responsible for these things sit here contentedly, calmly talking about nonsense like "adverse social impact", as if he just turns a deaf ear, never mentions it, and covers his mouth?

If you cover your eyes, those things don't exist?

Just like those murder cases that he covered up as accidents and vendettas one by one in order to "reduce the impact" and "take the overall situation into consideration"?

Because Zhan was sitting in that position - a voice sounded in his heart - just like you had figured it out a long time ago.

Thales stared numbly at Zhan sitting on his seat, watching his lips constantly opening and closing, his expression solemn and solemn.

You know, sitting there, he's not Jenn anymore.

He is not even Kevin Dill, or even the Lord of Emerald City and the Duke of South Shore.

He is just an empty shell.

A walking corpse.

A puppet.

Like a noble crown that is jeweled but lifeless, like a family emblem that is vivid but motionless on paper.

Repeating the same pattern over and over again, obeying established norms, and doing ridiculous things that he didn't even know he was doing.

"...It has even more insulted the Bright Star royal family and damaged my sister's dignity and reputation..."

"Your sister, is she okay?" Thales' voice sounded faintly, "I mean, mentally and healthily?"

Zhan En's face turned cold when he heard this:

"If you really cared about this, then you shouldn't have--"

"Slimani is dead."

Thales' sudden words made Zhan paused.

"who?"

"That defense attorney," the young man raised his head and looked at Zhan, who was slightly surprised, "he is dead."

"You mean, Advocate Slimani is dead?"

"Don't act deaf and dumb!"

Thales raised his voice and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Yesterday, Slimani came to the theater to find the Kaguire security officer, and then he was chased by someone, saying that he would help him open a 'long-term leave form' - wasn't it your order?

of?"

Zhan En frowned slightly, showing appropriate thoughts and pauses:

"I don't know about this matter. But then you rudely abducted my sister and disappeared with the defense lawyer..."

Thales raised a hand.

"Listen, Jenn, I'm tired."

Zhan En smiled politely and looked like he was listening.

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes burning like the swordsman who was the first to draw his sword:

"You don't know or want to know what happened to me yesterday, but I've had enough, no matter whose trick it is - yours, mine, your sister's, my father's, your father's, the occult's

, those from the dark room, those from the kingdom, those from Exeter, those from the living, the dead, water ghouls, or any other evil existence - I have suffered enough."

His last words made Zhan En's smile gradually disappear.

"So, Master Zhan En, when you speak again, please save your words and stop talking nonsense."

A straight sword.

But the timing is right.

Zhan was silent for a while.

"Well, you do seem to be in bad condition." When he spoke again, Duke Iris' tone was much more cautious, like a conservative but safe retreat in fencing, "You and my sister, what on earth did you encounter yesterday?

How did Srimani get..."

Thales stood up suddenly.

"Too much nonsense." Thales left the cup of scented tea, not wanting to waste a second. "The conversation is over."

Zhan frowned: "Tiles, please listen to me..."

"I wish you good luck." Thales ignored him and turned around to leave.
To be continued...