Mindis Hall.

On the training ground with light snow falling, a small figure held on to a heavy thick wooden sword and shield. While his footsteps were intertwined with the sword and shield, he knocked away the wooden sword of a guard in front of him.

Thales was panting, holding the wooden sword, straightened up again, and shouted: "Come again!"

His training target, the leader of the Bright Star private army in Mindis Hall, Jorah was looking at Thales in embarrassment.

"Your Highness, how long has he been like this?"

On one side of the training ground, Count Gilbert Cassel asked a Bright Star private soldier next to him with a worried look on his face.

"The training has been going on for three hours since this morning, sir." The guard said with the same worry: "And last night, the lights in His Highness's study were on all night long... Lord Jorah even asked us to stay at the door all night, inside.

No matter what happens, we must rush in as soon as possible.”

Gilbert sighed.

After yesterday's unusual meeting with envoys, the second prince returned to Mindis Hall.

Gilbert received the most urgent order from His Majesty: to make the most thorough preparations for His Royal Highness the Prince's mission to the north.

After all, it would only take a few days for the strong Xinyao to travel back and forth between Yongxing City and Longxiao City... They could set off at any time.

Throughout the whole day yesterday, he and a group of officials and lords and nobles of all sizes were engaged in various matters - from His Royal Highness's aide-de-camp, travel schedule, to the wording of credentials, and even the aftermath of the Northern Duke's imprisonment in the North.

I was so busy with other things, I didn't have time to take a look at the Mindis Hall until now.

But what really worries Gilbert is Thales' mental state - after all, not every child can face it calmly when his father uses it as a bargaining chip to quell the war.

For example, right now, Your Highness is probably struggling with His Majesty's seemingly ruthless decision...

Gilbert raised his head and was surprised to see Thales breathing heavily, waving his hand, and dropping the sword in his hand.

"Take a break and go have lunch - I've been practicing for so long, why didn't you remind me?" Thales waved his hand and said tiredly.

The relieved Jorah quickly nodded in agreement, while Thales began to untie the shield in his hand.

Gilbert walked forward quickly.

"Your Highness," the former Foreign Minister said cautiously, "With all due respect, you are still recovering from an old injury, and you really shouldn't be wasting your body like this..."

"Don't worry, Gilbert... Look, my injuries are almost healed," Thales skillfully and quickly took off the shield on his left, moved his left arm, and bared his teeth and said, "Short

Three days... maybe I really am some kind of monster."

Gilbert was suddenly speechless and said with a stern face: "Your Highness, please don't think so..."

"Okay, okay - after all, it is my own body, and I have lived in this world for several years..." Thales interrupted him and sneered: "Don't I know it yet?"

"This strange physique is probably due to my mother who is even more mysterious than a magician, right?"

Thales smiled and observed Gilbert's expression carefully.

He was looking forward to seeing something from the other party's reaction.

Yes.

Thales has always been suspicious since the king's strange attitude when talking about his mother shortly after arriving at Mindis Hall.

From weird and mysterious magical energy, to strange brain thinking, unexplained memory flashbacks, to the inhuman body's resilience...

And the most suspicious thing... After he was found by the Bright Star royal family, whether he wanted to or not, he could not conceal the abnormality of a "traveler" - no matter his conversation, knowledge, reactions, or even his familiarity with words in just one month.

Thales knew that his learning ability was extremely unusual.

However, neither Gilbert nor his nominal father reacted to this except for the initial surprise, which seemed to be the way they should have been.

It seems that Thales was born like this.

Especially the first and last items, combined with the attitudes of Li Xiya and the king, he was almost 100% sure: this was related to his mother whom he had never met.

The king of a country and the spokesperson of God is so afraid that he doesn't want to mention Serangielana - what kind of existence is she?

Of course, Thales had already come to a conclusion about this.

Think of Yodel in the Mindis Hall, think of what Arend said in the Renaissance Palace.

A family entangled in disaster.

Thales looked at his nine-pointed star emblem and sighed.

His mother was most likely a...

Until he confirmed it, he tried his best not to think in this direction.

But he had to explore the answer - from the strange behavior of the king and Li Xiya to his middle name, he was unwilling to let go of any possible information.

Even if the result may not be good.

Gilbert frowned deeply.

really.

Your Highness, he has already begun to suspect.

"Your Highness," Gilbert exhaled and shook his head: "It is not convenient for me to comment on your origin, but you must know that the Brilliant Star bloodline you inherited from His Majesty also originated from the ancient empire and extended to the final empire.

It is the most noble bloodline in human history - the imperial bloodline, the Carother family... Maybe there are some unknown secrets hidden in such an ancient and great bloodline..."

Thales sighed secretly: He is indeed a diplomat, from his expression to his wording - everything is spotless.

I had to find another way to "tadpole find mother".

"Okay, don't worry about me thinking too much," Thales, who was sweating and panting, sat down, shook his boots, and poured out the sand inside: "Anyway, it's not a bad thing for the time being."

Moreover, how can there be distinctions between blood and race?

So the traveler happily said: "As for my mother - I will know one day anyway, and my top priority is the country in the north with the dragon flag flying."

Gilbert was startled. He glanced at Jorah who was packing training equipment in the distance, and then looked at Thales with embarrassment: "Your Highness, I think what His Majesty said when he sent you on an envoy yesterday was by no means literal.

I mean..."

"I know, the king has his own considerations." Thales shook off the last sand from his boots and got up from the ground.

Gilbert looked at him worriedly: "Exactly...so, you don't have to be so...um...frustrated..."

"What?"

Thales frowned.

But then he understood something.

"how?"

The time traveler turned his head and laughed uncontrollably: "Do you think that my sword practice just now... was to give up on myself or vent my anger?"

Gilbert raised his eyebrows.

"Oh My God……"

Thales slapped his head and said with a wry smile:

"Well, since I'm going to that strange country... I have to prepare myself no matter what. Although my seven-year-old body can't do much, at least I have to master the Northern Army's sword skills and learn to ride a horse.

When you are in danger, you at least know how to save your life, right?"

"If you are lucky and develop the power of ending..."

Gilbert couldn't help but interrupt him: "Your Highness, even in the Tower of the End, which has a special training tradition, the youngest person on record for those who have special encounters and awaken the power of the end early is twelve years old -

—Generally speaking, the awakening time is sixteen years old...and seven years old...um..."

Hearing this, Thales laughed awkwardly.

He scratched his head and whispered in a low voice: "Really? I thought it was just like brushing up on proficiency."

"But," Gilbert still looked at him suspiciously: "Do you really...know and understand His Majesty's intentions without any grudges?"

"Are you kidding me? After all, I am also a graduate student with maximum stress resistance - ahem - the second prince with excellent psychological quality..." Thales patted the dust on his body nonchalantly and walked to the study, ready to start.

Lunch and word homework:

"Well, I was actually shocked when I heard he said he wanted to kill me to compensate Exeter."

"But I spent a whole night looking up the information in the documents - the information in Mindis Hall is really too little, and the arrangement is not scientific - at least I understood some of His Majesty's plans."

Gilbert noticed that when Thales addressed King Kessel V, he either used "King" or "Your Majesty". He sighed silently in his heart: Sure enough, His Highness still has some grudges about His Majesty's recognition...

?

"Want to hear my opinion - about my trip to Exeter?" Thales pinched his sore neck and bared his teeth.

Gilbert bowed slightly respectfully: "I am all ears."

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in the dark.

Morat's unique, hoarse and old voice came in a deep voice: "This made him run away?"

The one who answered him was Raphael, who had a light and bright voice: "Our people also found it very strange - it seemed that the strange doctor had seen through the trap and returned without hesitation. The assassination team's hands were empty. We have been here for several days.

He has been patrolling on the eastern border of Exeter and the Stars, between the Forrest family’s lonely old tower and the Trudida family’s reconstructed tower, but there is no trace of Ramon anymore.”
To be continued...