'Accident …' Thales lowered his head. There was a heavy feeling of helplessness in his heart. 'Accidents always happen suddenly.'
At that moment, Thales seemed to see the Air Mystic's smile, which he could not tell was real or fake. It appeared in his mind and said to him, "Look, this is a coincidence."
Yodel quietly put away the kindling.
The middle-aged noble calmed down. He looked at Thales and gently patted his head.
"Child, it's alright.
"I am Gilbert Cassel. You can trust me, just like your father trusted me."
"Come, child, I will bring you home.
To see your father. "
Thales calmed down for a whole minute.
During this time, both Yodel and Gilbert patiently waited for him.
"Let's go." Thales raised his head. His eyes were calm.
Gilbert nodded. There was approval in his eyes. He stood up and gestured in the direction of the carriage.
Thales turned his head and looked at Yodel.
"Yodel, you will follow me too, right?"
"Of course." Yodel's hoarse voice rose. At that moment, when Thales heard it, he felt extremely at ease. "Please go first. I will be by your side."
Thales took a deep breath and strode towards the carriage.
"Mister Gilbert."
"Yes, young Sir. What can I do for you?"
"What did you do in the past?"
"Foreign affairs, my young Sir."
'Foreign affairs?'
Thales turned his head slightly and rolled his eyes at Yodel behind him from an angle that Gilbert could not see.
Thales turned his head around.
For some reason, he vaguely felt that Yodel seemed to have smiled behind the mask.
Thales arrived in front of the carriage. It was a simple but expensive carriage. The glass on the black carriage door was decorated with Crystal Drops.
Two large horses with pure black fur chewed on their bit quietly. One of them intimately approached Gilbert.
Thales looked at the tall footboard and compared the height of his seven-year-old child. He was a little worried.
But before he could turn his head, Gilbert opened the carriage door and carried him in. He placed him on the dark red sofa in the carriage.
"I am sorry, there is no boarding stool." Gilbert smiled apologetically and closed the carriage door.
"But I promise this will be the last time."
Thales sat alone on the wide sofa. He did not know what material the sofa was made of. Even though it was very comfortable, he felt a little restless.
The four corners of the carriage were illuminated with luminous paint, so he could barely see the decorations in the carriage. At the back of the carriage, there was a picture of a star framed in a circle, firmly inlaid on it.
One, two, three, four, nine-pointed stars.
'This is a nine-pointed star,' Thales thought in his heart.
Before he could come back to his senses, the carriage started moving.
Thales climbed in front of the car window. The sky was still bright, and the scenery outside the car window could not be seen clearly.
Thales sat back down on the sofa in boredom.
"Yodel, are you there?" he asked tentatively.
He immediately heard a reply.
"Yes."
He propped himself up and looked around. However, aside from Gilbert, who was driving the carriage, there was no one else inside or outside the carriage.
Forget it, I'm used to it anyway.
Thales sat back on the couch and continued to ask, "Where are we now?"
"Mindis Hall is right ahead." The hoarse voice sounded again.
Min — Min — Min Di — Min fourth?
Forget it, I don't know him anyway.
Who would have thought that a few hours ago, I was still bleeding for survival in the Abandoned House, and was injured while running for my life in Red Street Market?
Thales patted the sofa under his butt. He did not know who his father was in this life.
'Who cares, I'll deal with whatever comes my way. I've even met Mystics, these strange beings who can't die. What else can scare me?'
The prince exhaled and felt a little hot. He tore at the tattered clothes on his chest.
He accidentally pulled at the wound on his chest.
Thales hissed and looked at the burn on his chest.
At the edge of the wound that was burned by Quide, he could vaguely see a circle of ancient flowery words printed in reverse.
'This is — A king is not respected by his bloodline.' Thales remembered the words on the silver coin.
He suddenly slapped his forehead.
Mindis — Mindis Silver Coin?
Isn't that … isn't that the Wise King of Constellation?
'Wait, Mindis Hall?'
The carriage suddenly stopped.
While Thales was still in a daze and did not know what to do, he was respectfully invited down the carriage by Gilbert.
Below the carriage was an exquisite little garden. It was paved with hard tiles of an unknown material. In the middle of the garden was an exquisite fountain. Spring water spurted out from the mouth of a stone dragon that was roaring at the sky.
Thales turned his head in a daze and looked at the big black iron gate in the garden. There seemed to be reliefs carved on the black iron gate. Thales did not recognize any of the scenes on it. However, there was a big flag on both sides of the iron gate, fluttering in the wind.
On the flag, there were two silver cross-shaped stars with white edges and a blue base. The two silver cross-shaped stars, one big and one small, were stacked together. The small cross-shaped star was slightly to the lower right of the big cross-shaped star.
Thales recognized it. The flag fluttering the highest on the west gate also had this pattern.
White edges and blue base, two silver cross-shaped stars.
The national flag of Constellation.
The two flags in the garden had an extra small nine-pointed star of gold and silver embroidered on the lower left corner of the big silver cross-shaped star. There were four gold horns and five silver horns.
That was the pattern engraved on the back of the carriage.
Thales snapped out of his daze. In front of him was a magnificent three-story house. Eight beautifully carved pillars supported the balcony on the second floor. In the middle of the top floor, there was a light shining from a window.
The main door of the house was made of cedar wood. Thales had once seen a furniture merchant selling a large cedar wood table at the grand bazaar beside the west gate for fifty gold coins.
Of course, later on, he 'voluntarily' sold the square table to Black Street Brotherhood at a discounted price of one gold coin.
Thales followed Gilbert in a daze. He rejected Yodel's gesture of opening his arms and persisted in enduring the wounds and exhaustion all over his body as he walked through the large door carved from the giant cedar wood with great difficulty.
Under the illumination of the magnificent Everlasting Lamp that was burning with Eternal Oil, guards stood at the entrance, the hall, and the corridor leading up to the spiral staircase. Each guard seemed to have been carefully selected. They were of the same height and were equipped with swords, shields, and crossbows. Their metal shields were all embroidered with the symbol of a gold and silver nine-pointed star.
Thales held the handrail by the side of the staircase and slowly walked up to the second floor.
On the second floor, on the wall facing the main door of the house, there were three portraits hanging on the wall.
In the middle was a heroic young knight holding a long spear and charging forward. The knight's appearance was handsome and his expression was heroic. He wore a silver crown with seven stars on his head, and he moved forward fearlessly in the background of a tragic battlefield.
On the left was a well-built warrior with a sword and shield. On his shield was a silver-horned nine-pointed star, and he wore a nine-pointed star crown on his head. His face was resolute, and he looked heroic and extraordinary. Behind him was a lush, towering tree.
On the right was a sitting portrait of a kind and amiable middle-aged man. Behind him was a brightly lit city. In his left hand was an expensive scepter inlaid with bright blue crystals, and in his right hand was a thick book. On the book were five different pictures of the sun, stars, and the moon.
The temperaments of the three nobles were all different, but the painter seemed to have captured the charm of each of them very well. Thales stared at the portraits in a daze, as if the real person was there.
It seemed like they were really great nobles with a long legacy.
Unfortunately, Thales did not recognize any of them.
'Wait a minute, why does that handsome middle-aged man look so familiar?'
Just as Thales was about to lift his clothes and look at the head that had been branded on his chest, he heard the sound of steady footsteps.
"That is Tormond the First, the last prince of the Final Empire, the founder of Constellation, and the 'King of Renaissance'. His bravery in the Battle of Eradication is still being praised to this day.
"On the left is Midier the Fourth, the comrade of the hero Chara and the prophet Kaplan, the protector of the Sacred Tree, and the 'Oath Keeper'. Ever since he and his elven queen, the Jadestar Royal Family has the blood of the elves.
"The last one is Mindis the Third, the 'Virtuous King'. From the nobles to the priests, from the merchants to the beggars, everyone praises his wise rule."
The voice was heavy and dignified. It traveled to Thales in a low voice, but it sounded like thunder hidden in dark clouds. It was faintly vibrating.
Gilbert and Yodel, who were behind him, knelt down on one knee.
Thales gulped and raised his head slightly.
A strong figure slowly walked up to him. His mighty and resolute face reminded Thales of the sword-and-shield warrior on the left side of the wall.
This was a well-built noble in the prime of his life. He had black hair, a high nose, deep eyes, and a wide face. His blue pupils were as sharp as swords. The noble held a scepter in his left hand. He stood in front of Thales and scrutinized him carefully.
Thales was a little dumbfounded as he stared back at the noble in front of him.
He could not help but feel nervous.
In his two lives, no one had ever taught him what to do at a time like this.
The well-built noble scrutinized him for a long time, so long that even Thales felt a little embarrassed.
However, his gaze did not make Thales feel friendly or at ease. Instead, it made him feel pressured and a little breathless.
To put it bluntly, even Asda Sakern's crazed gaze was better than this.
However, Thales suddenly noticed that the well-built noble in front of him wore a crown with nine stars on his head that was similar to the sword-and-shield warrior's crown in the painting. The scepter in his left hand also looked like the crystal-studded scepter in the middle-aged man's hand in the painting on the right.
Gilbert reminded him in a low voice, "Child, this is your father."
"Father?"
Thales lowered his eyes and looked at the starry blue cloak behind the man. He could not help but mutter.
His father's face from his previous life was slowly reflected in his mind, but it was a little blurry.
Thales took a deep breath and refocused his gaze.
"Who are you?"
He heard his own voice travel into the air.
The well-built noble did not answer. He only frowned slightly.
At this moment, Gilbert raised his head and spoke in a dignified tone that was filled with authority, solemnity, and unquestionable.
"This is Kessel Mindis Aydi Jadestar, the fifth Kessel in the family.
The legitimate descendant of the Final Empire's Imperial Family, the successor of Tormond, the King of Renaissance.
The common ruler of the Rudollians and Northlanders in the Western Peninsula, the conqueror of the Dragon Skeleton Throne and the Desert God's Altar.
The protector of the Sacred Tree and Sera Dukedom, the defender of Steel City and the Alliance of Freedom.
The Iron Fist, the thirty-ninth Supreme King of Constellation, the Southern Islands, and the Western Desert. "
Thales felt a chill in his heart and his breathing quickened.
A suffocating pressure pressed down on him, as if it was real.
Kessel looked at Thales with a profound gaze.
After a while, he turned his head and looked at Gilbert and Yodel, who were by his side.
The well-built king, Kessel the Fifth, enunciated each word clearly in his deep and thick voice.
"He is my descendant, the kingdom's bloodline?
The last and only bloodline in all of Constellation? "
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