Desirable.

But this was the first time, the first time someone had described him in such an almost paranoid way.

In other words, accuse him.

evil?

Why?

"But I'm not surprised."

Lausanne II calmed down his expression, perhaps remembering his own experience. He stopped being sarcastic, but his tone was gloomy:

"No matter who has experienced such drastic changes, especially if they have physical disabilities, it will be difficult to remain the same."

Xi Lai on the side murmured and nodded:

"Well, having both legs broken is indeed a big setback."

Lausanne II paused for a moment. He looked at Thales's expression and suddenly understood something.

"You don't know, do you? Even if you are a shining star?"

A cold smile appeared in the killer's eyes.

"Don't know what?" Thales raised his eyes.

Lausanne II smiled.

"Although Joaquín also hesitated and hesitated, and although no one in the entire palace dared to mention it and kept it secret, I guess people have eyes and ears. The beautiful Princess Saoirse's forced smile every day has already explained everything."

Thales and Hilley both frowned:

"What do you mean? What does it mean?"

"During those missing years, Midiel not only lost both of his legs."

I saw the vampire killer’s cold eyes:

"He has completely lost the ability to reproduce."

Thales was shocked when he heard this.

"What?"

Hilley was also surprised. She glanced at Thales:

"You mean Midiel can't...that anymore?"

"Hilai!" Thales couldn't help turning his head.

Hilley shrugged:

"What's wrong?"

Thales' mood was a little complicated.

Even though the person is deceased, he still doesn't want to gossip too much, especially involving the other person's personal affairs and misfortunes.

"He... Midir can't give birth to his own heir. It's enough for us to know this."

Hilley couldn't help but curl his lips.

Lausanne II took a deep look at Thales.

"I guess from that time on, the high-ranking insiders in the Fuxing Palace all knew one thing..."

Lausanne II sneered:

"That is, the crown prince's return has not only failed to solve the most critical succession issue in the kingdom..."

Thales sighed and took over the topic:

"It even went further and worsened it."

So, if what Lausanne II said is true...

If Midir, as the crown prince, is destined to be unable to have descendants and legitimate heirs...

So what did this mean to the Kingdom of Stars at that time, and even what it meant to the Bloody Year that followed...

Thales fell into deep thought.

Remember the National Conference? Thales?

The voice in his heart quietly sounded:

What happened when your father had no heirs?

"So you don't go back to Midiel anymore because... he's broken?"

Feeling Thales's eyes, Hilley quickly added:

"I mean, because his personality has changed?"

Lausanne II was silent for a long time.

"not only that."

Thales ignored the voice in his heart and tried to return to the present.

"Just before Midiel returned..."

The vampire killer spoke again, with mixed emotions:

"When I was imprisoned on the border, serving a long sentence, when I was in the most despair and pain, and just wanted to disappear from the world and destroy myself - I met Turnbull."

Thales and Hilley looked at each other.

"Your old gang leader?"

The killer shook his head:

"He was not the gang leader at that time."

"Until he climbed the high tree of Kevin Deere?" Healey said.

Lausanne II smiled.

"He? Climbing high branches?"

The killer sneered:

"Turnbull is a very special man, quite a special person."

Lausanne II narrowed his eyes:

"He mocked everything, sneered at everything, and looked down upon everything...not to mention those big shots who were in high positions but inferior to pigs and dogs, even some well-known upright and virtuous officials like Mr. Qingtian, even if they were wise in everyone's eyes

The benevolent sage kings, those perfect people who even the bitter ones can’t help but praise their virtues..."

"It's not that I can't help but sing praises, I just have to."

Thales was in a daze and unconsciously repeated the voice in his heart.

"What?" Hilley turned his head.

Lausanne II also frowned and looked at him.

Just listen to Thales faintly say:

"I mean, if people don't try to force themselves to praise virtues, or in other words, force themselves to follow the logic of praising virtues, force themselves to believe in the plot of 'upright officials, virtuous officials, virtuous kings, and saints', and force themselves to believe in those who sit at the top of power.

He must be a saint and a perfect person, or at least a good person, forcing himself to believe that the injustice and suffering before him are accidental and temporary, and will one day be made up for by the masters of the sky in the form of private visits to the mortal world, and with the cheering encouragement from the left and right.

If we find similar people and force ourselves together to believe that life can get better..."

Thales sighed sadly:

"Then how sad this day must be."

Lausanne II remained silent while Hilley frowned slightly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Thales came back to his senses:

"It's okay, I just... suddenly felt a little emotional."

Perhaps it was Midiel's experience and tragedy that made him feel something.

Lausanne II snorted coldly and returned to the topic:

"As for Kevin Deer, or the Bright Star Royal Family, what do you call those 'high branches'? Turnbull may climb them for survival and profit, but he will never feel how great, how noble, how sacred they are.

Inviolable - in the era of the Red King, he might have been a free-spirited green man who despised the court."

Thales felt that the tone and expression of the vampire killer's words were quite complicated, including disdain and regret, and there seemed to be a hint of... admiration and envy?

"But he wasn't in that era," Healy said.

"That's right."

Lausanne II admitted slowly:

"He's not in now."

He was no longer in the Red King era, when the kingdom was in dispute and the government and opposition parties were fighting, the rivers and lakes were vast and turbulent, and countless legends were born.

In his era, the palace was deep, the kingdom was majestic, and power and rule had already penetrated into the blood and bones of every commoner.

They have already been subtle and unstoppable, turning every corner of the kingdom into a replica of the palace regulations, including granaries and even septic tanks.

Without exception.

So Turnbull also evolved - or rather, became deformed?
To be continued...