Renaissance Palace was the most important and central building in Eternal Star City. It was also the tallest building.
In Year 34 of the Calendar of Eradication, during the later years of Tormond the First's reign, he imitated the style of the Ancient Empire's Victorious Capital and built this semi-pyramid-shaped palace surrounded by six palace walls. After that, at least six supreme kings expanded or repaired it. Under the hands of countless skilled craftsmen, the palace and walls were painted with classic mottled colors. The layout of the palace was grand and dignified. After six hundred years, Renaissance Palace was filled with the vicissitudes of life.
Above the two hundred and twenty-five steps was the Hall of Stars supported by twenty-four gigantic pillars. It was grand and wide, and was used for holding national conferences. The open-air northern part of the hall looked down at Star Plaza outside the palace walls — the largest commercial plaza in the Central District. The southern part was the convening room for the Imperial Conference. In the middle was the spacious meeting hall, which could accommodate a large number of nobles.
At this moment, in the Imperial Conference Room, two people sat on both sides of the meeting table. Under two Everlasting Lamps, the atmosphere was quiet and heavy.
The 39th Supreme King of Constellation — the robust Kessel the Fifth put down the letter and report in his hands and raised his head to look at the travel-worn noble opposite him.
The Castellan of Cold Castle, the Guardian Duke of the Northern Territory, the forty-nine-year-old Val Arunde narrowed his eyes and looked back at his liege.
As one of the masters of the six great clans in the kingdom, Val did not appear to be that 'noble'. This was mostly due to the scar that extended from his chest to his chin. He had a neat, round haircut, making it difficult to see his dark brown hair color.
Val's face was different from the common Constellatiates. His eyes were dark and sharp. His nose bridge was high, and his lips were protruding. His chin was covered in stubble, and he looked angular. His chainmail armor still carried the chill of the north, and from time to time, melted frost would drip down his armor.
On his chest and shoulders, there was the emblem of the Arunde Family, the head of the Six Great Clans that had been guarding the Northland since the Ancient Empire. The emblem was vivid and lifelike. The Arunde Family held a snowy branch in its mouth and opened its sharp claws majestically at Kessel.
Duke Val Arunde, the 'Iron Eagle', looked more like a warrior fighting on the frontlines than a pampered suzerain.
"What an impressive forty-eighth birthday present, Duke Arunde," Kessel said coldly.
"So? Val raised his head and glared at his king. "Are you going to kill me here?"
"King Kessel without an heir?"
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Mind reading?
Thales was in disbelief. He could even hear his heart beating irregularly.
Looking at Morat's gloomy eyes, he thought bitterly, 'Then what else can I hide?
"Young Sir, there is no need to be too surprised." Morat gently stroked the black wooden walking stick in his hand. It was as inconspicuous as his appearance. "You know, I have seen this expression of yours too many times."
"From criminals." Morat grinned horribly, revealing his missing teeth, "To kings."
"Hahahahaha …" Morat laughed sinisterly.
Facing such a person … such a terrifying person …
Haha …
Thales' mind was in a complete mess.
I might as well …
Right at this moment!
"Calm down."
A voice came from beside his ear.
"He's been lying to me all along."
Thales was startled!
He slammed his palm on the banquet table. The sudden childish voice shocked him.
Morat stopped laughing and looked at him strangely.
"Don't act rashly. Only I can hear my voice now."
Thales desperately grabbed the corner of the banquet table and stared at Morat. He turned his surprise at the voice into fear of Morat's mind-reading ability.
"He doesn't need to read minds!" the childish loli voice said in his ear.
'He doesn't know how to read minds?'
"But he can determine the existence of a lie," the mysterious voice said.
Thales forcibly suppressed his chaotic state of mind and shut his eyes tightly.
A piece of memory came back to him.
"Qiren, the object of research in psychology is focused on the behavior and psychology of individuals. Our object of research is biased towards the behavior and psychology of groups. There are many differences between the two." An old professor smoked his pipe and exhaled a mouthful of smoke. He smiled at Wu Qiren, who was flipping through the first draft of his thesis in annoyance.
He said slowly, "But there is one thing in common. Human behavior and psychology have always been unpredictable and unpredictable. Not to mention the miracle of law. In the face of such a miracle, researchers must be humble.
"You also know that attempts to use one or a few macroscopic theories to encompass all phenomena in human society have long been criticized to the point of being riddled with holes.
"Because there has never been the possibility of completely understanding the human mind."
The memories of his past life flowed away like a tide and returned to his already sizable sea of memories.
Thales suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Black Prophet, who was calmly waiting for his answer.
'It's about time,' Morat Hansen thought to himself. He narrowed his eyes with interest and looked at the little boy in front of him.
However, looking at his expression, could it be that there was really something important that Yodel was hiding?
Morat tightened his grip on his walking stick. 'Very well, let's see how many more lies he can tell.'
He didn't come here today just to verify Yodel's words and find clues about the newborn Mystic.
Morat breathed in the sweet air. 'What a luxurious and decadent smell.
More importantly … I came to meet the future King of Constellation and cultivate respect and awe for the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department in his heart.
As well as dependence and … obedience.
One king with an "opinionated" mind like Kessel was enough.
'Stars can only shine in the dark.'
Morat thought with satisfaction.
"Next, listen carefully to what I have to say," the loli's voice whispered in Thales' ear.
"He doesn't know what you have said.
"He only knows what he has said.
"I can't transmit my voice anymore. He will find out.
"Take care of yourself, ally."
The familiar voice in his ear, which was severely leaky but made him feel much more at ease, did not come again.
Thales sucked in another breath. Even though he still looked terrified on the surface, he had already readied himself in his heart.
'It's just another game,' he told himself.
His gray pupils contracted and finally focused on Morat, who was in front of him.
His brain, which had been frozen by shock and fear, also started to work.
First, he sorted out the available information.
'Morat is lying.' After being reminded by the mysterious loli's voice, he calmly came to this conclusion.
'One, I met the Mystic.
Two, the Mystic talked to me.
Three, the Mystic found out that I am the next Mystic. '
The secret Thales needed to hide was these three layers of information. The problem was, Yodel knew all three layers of information!
'If Yodel told Morat everything … then the Black Prophet would not be here at all. What awaits me might be Asda's so-called' legendary anti-mystic equipment '.'
'I shouldn't have suspected Yodel. From Red Street Market to Vine Manor, he did everything he could to ensure my safety,' Thales told himself apologetically.
'He doesn't know what you have said.' The voice told him, 'Morat doesn't know that the Mystic talked to Thales.
'So, from the beginning, Morat only knew the first layer. As for the rest, he was lying to get information from Thales!
'And I foolishly took the bait. My panicked behavior probably led me to the second layer.
'He only knows what he has said.' The voice also said, 'Morat only knows what Morat himself has said.'
In Morat's words, there was only one thing that was certain: Asda had discovered a new Mystic!
'But that was all. Yodel probably only told him half of the third layer. He doesn't know who the new Mystic is!'
'He doesn't need to read minds.' Since Morat doesn't know how to read minds, he was just pretending to use his psionic ability while pinching the bridge of his nose to deceive me!
'The reason why he could confidently find the image of the Air Mystic in my' mind 'is because I'm too stupid. Looking at Asda's appearance, which has not changed for hundreds of years, how could the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department not know what he looks like?
'As for the energy ball in Asda's hand, it's the same. Air Wall must be Asda's famous signature skill!
'He likes the habit of squeezing human flesh balls. After the battle at Red Street Market, the corpses that were squeezed into balls must have been found!
'And the darkness at Red Street Market that night. Isn't this nonsense?! Even a Level Five Police Officer could point this out during an investigation! '
'So, this guy's so-called mind-reading,' Thales frowned and thought bitterly. 'It's all a facade that Morat used known information to scare me and force me to submit!
'Now, let's verify this.'
"Lord Hansen," Thales raised his head in horror and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Since … since you know how to read minds, why do you still ask me?"
"You can just read my thoughts …"
"How would I dare?" Morat smiled slightly and bowed slightly with his cane in hand. "The brain of the person whose mind is being read will be more or less damaged.
"And you are, after all, my future lord."
'Then why did you dare to do it just now?!' Thales roared in his heart.
"However, if you wish to save yourself some trouble, I can only follow your wishes and go straight into your brain. I will try my best not to harm …" Morat's smile did not diminish and he extended his left hand to Thales.
"No, no, no! There's no need! "Thales waved his hand in panic." Let me tell you directly. "
Looking at Thales' expression, Morat shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
'After all, he's just a seven-year-old child.'
"Yes." The Black Prophet lowered his head and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Thales was now completely certain in his heart.
'Scam me!
Scam me again!
call_a_bluff！
With such good acting skills, why don't you go to the Dark Night Temple! '
'But …'
'But he can determine the existence of a lie.' This was the only thing that Thales was particularly concerned about.
'A human lie detector with an unknown mechanism?'
'In other words, in front of the Black Prophet, I can't fabricate things out of thin air. I can only use' partial truth 'to cover up and conceal the real critical point.
'Partial truth.
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