The prince snapped his fingers lightly in his heart.
'Begin.'
"Lord Hansen," Thales said hesitantly, "I ran to Red Street Market that night and met a strange man in blue in a chess room."
Morat nodded and smiled, encouraging him to continue.
'Partially true.
'I cannot lie.'
Thales repeated in his heart.
"He said that there was no one around him who he could talk to, so he asked me to look at his' chessboard '.
"After looking at it, he suddenly started babbling nonsense, saying that they had fought with humans and lost." Thales revealed a frightened expression.
He connected part of the truth to the truth that Morat knew.
'Then, he'll be able to avoid this' human lie detector '.
"Then, he went crazy. He wanted to squeeze me into a ball!" Thales shuddered and shuddered.
"Child, it's okay, you're safe — and then?" Morat looked at him comfortingly, encouraging the boy in front of him to continue.
"I felt so scared and uncomfortable. I couldn't breathe." Thales' memory returned to that night in Red Street Market. That suffocating feeling was as if he was experiencing it again. It was extremely real.
'Up until now, he did not lie —' Morat sensed Thales' emotions.
'After experiencing something like that and surviving in the hands of that calamity, it's not easy for this child.'
Thales shivered and hugged his body with his arms.
"In the end, I vaguely heard him say that he found someone who 'lost control' — and their numbers dwindled after the Battle of Eradication."
Morat's expression finally became solemn.
'Lost control?
'It seems that the newborn Mystic is only in the first stage, not yet …'
"Who?" The Black Prophet asked solemnly, "Child, did he say? Who is the person who 'lost control'? "
Thales trembled and shook his head, "That strange man did not say — he only proudly said that he would guide that person, and that person would not be able to refuse him!
"Then Yodel appeared and stabbed him with his sword."
Morat exhaled. The image of a smug madman talking to himself before killing someone appeared before his eyes.
'It seems that Yodel did not hide anything.'
Morat exhaled through his nose, his ugly wrinkled face twitching slightly.
Thales exhaled softly.
Partly true--it seems I have got away with it. No, the act must go on.
"But Yodel said that he won't die, and that he will come back after a dozen or so years," Thales added while trembling.
"Lord Hansen, they say you know the most, is this true? The weirdo will come back? "
Morat was preoccupied. He nodded perfunctorily. "Yes, the Supreme Sword is not complete. It can only seal a Mystic for a short period of time."
"But don't worry, the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department won't let him get close to you." The Black Prophet frowned, his mind already flying outside Mindis Hall.
Tonight's goal had been achieved.
First, he confirmed the information about the Air Mystic from Yodel and obtained an additional reward — the existence of a newborn Mystic.
Second, he saw the future heir of Constellation with his own eyes.
Three had left a deep impression on him, one that he would never forget for the rest of his life.
"Thank you for your honesty and cooperation." Morat bowed deeply. When he raised his head, his gaze was already solemn and serious. "Please be prepared."
Get ready?
Thales was a little puzzled.
Morat gave him a deep look and nodded. "The timing is a little hard to grasp, but I have a hunch that it will be soon."
His cold, hoarse, but old and solemn voice echoed in the aristocratic banquet hall.
"Your Highness Thales."
The prince opened his mouth wide and his whole body trembled!
'Your … Your Highness?
So … '
But Morat had no intention of explaining. With a wave of his black robe, he turned around and left.
* Thud — thud — thud! * The sound of a cane hitting the ground rang out rhythmically.
Thales finally came back to his senses.
"Wait! Lord Hansen! " He stood up from his chair and yelled at the Black Prophet's back, "The three children from Downtown District and the news about the bartender …"
"They are still alive. It seems that someone in the Brotherhood is sheltering them," Morat said without stopping and without turning his head.
He had more important things to do.
"But, can you tell me —" Thales chased after him and spoke anxiously. He wanted to know more details.
"They are all my friends —"
"Children!" Morat's voice rose abruptly, causing Thales to stop in his tracks.
"You are not a king, not even a prince! The Jadestar bloodline!
"When you become the heir of Constellation, when you are strong enough, then we can talk about protecting them. Otherwise, these past things will one day become your weaknesses." The Black Prophet approached the door. His old voice sounded as if it was filled with … indignation?
"And my sixty years of experience in the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department has taught me that the only way to prevent the enemy from sniffing out your weaknesses." Morat stopped in his tracks and turned around with a sinister smile.
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
Morat slowly raised his hand and gently clenched his fist in the midst of his wrinkled smile. "It means to completely eliminate every weakness in your body."
Do you understand now? Not His Highness' … Prince Thales? "
Thales stared at him blankly.
Morat turned around again and knocked on the door.
The guards outside opened the door neatly, revealing the anxious figures of Gilbert and Jines. The Masked Protector Yodel stood alone on the other side.
The former two looked over anxiously. Jines even ignored Morat and rudely strode across the hall towards Thales.
"Don't worry, the three of you." Morat chuckled and pointed at the ground. "Constellation has an excellent heir.
"One day, the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department will become his arm and be used by him."
Gilbert frowned as he watched the Black Prophet limp past him.
"Lord Hansen!"
At this moment, Thales suddenly spoke from inside the hall.
"What about you? Have you eliminated your weaknesses? "
Morat was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the little boy on the other side of the hall.
At that moment, Thales suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion flow through the unreasonable Black Prophet.
"Of course." Under everyone's gaze, the Black Prophet, Morat Hansen said resolutely,
"Completely. Leave no one alive."
Then, he left Mindis Hall.
Only Yodel clenched his fists without anyone noticing.
"Madam Jines, Mister Gilbert, I am fine!" Smiling and shaking his head at the anxious Jines and Gilbert, Thales turned to Yodel and said seriously, "Speaking of which, there is something I need to do first."
Under Gilbert's furrowed brows and Jines' surprised gaze, the seven-year-old boy stretched out his right hand towards the Masked Protector who had just returned from his departure.
"Yodel! I need your protector, "Thales said firmly.
"Please escort me to Madam Serena Corleone's room."
—
"No heir?"
"Coming from the mouth of you, who only has one daughter, this is rather appropriate." King Kessel placed his arms on the table and exhaled softly.
"I have traveled for two days and two nights, almost only a few minutes slower than the messenger raven. I did not come here to mock you, Kai," Val said in an unfriendly tone, filled with the straightforwardness and rudeness unique to warriors. "Even though I would love to see you roll down from that damned throne." Val spoke in an unfriendly tone, filled with the straightforwardness and straightforwardness of a warrior.
"If the worst comes to the worst, how are your preparations in the north?" Kessel did not care about Val's tone. He lowered his head and moved his fingers on the map of the Western Peninsula on the long table.
"Broken Dragon Fortress has entered a state of emergency." Duke Arunde took off his chain armor and gloves and threw them on the table. "But Sonia has repeatedly emphasized that the three hundred regular soldiers of the royal family and the five hundred militia recruited locally are not enough to handle the Great Dragon's rage … She needs reinforcements."
"How many?"
"Based on the battle potential of the three archdukes in the south of Eckstedt, she needs at least eight thousand well-equipped and well-trained soldiers to ensure that the fortress is not lost. If she also wants to ensure the safety of the road from the Northern Territory to the Central Territory, she needs fifteen thousand people. In addition, she needs a thousand cavaliers who are skilled in galloping. Light cavaliers are fine, but heavy cavaliers would be the best, to ensure that they have the ability to adapt to changes outside the defense of the fortified city. "
Following Val's words, Kessel frowned.
"I know that she is asking for too much, but you have to admit that what she said makes sense. Broken Dragon Fortress has already been breached once, and Eckstedt is better at fighting in winter than we are. Eckstedt is better at fighting in winter than we are. The three archdukes bordering us have been recruiting soldiers for the past few years. "
"The night before we set off, I have already gathered my vassals. Within ten days, they will lead an endless stream of soldiers to reinforce the fortress. In addition to the army directly under my banner, there are at least five thousand people, including three hundred cavaliers. Of course, the quality cannot be guaranteed. "Val took off his other glove and warmed his hands on the Everlasting Lamp.
"It's not just the three archdukes." Kessel stood up silently and walked to the window. Looking down from the towering Renaissance Palace, he could see the lights of tens of thousands of houses in the capital city under the night sky. "From the Eternal Oil in North Port to the Crystal Drop Mines in the three counties of South Coast Hill, ever since the 'Fortress Treaty' was signed, they have been waiting for this day for too long. Moreover … it also involves the heir of the Cloud Dragon Spear.
"So, this is already unavoidable, Kai. Send out your messenger and sharpen your longsword at the same time. " Val, the Castellan of Cold Castle who looked more like a warrior than a noble, rubbed his frozen red hands and said through gritted teeth.
"So, that sentence was really left behind at the scene?" Kessel the Fifth's gaze was profound. His sky-blue pupils reflected the night view of the capital city. "As long as the stars exist, the Empire lives forever?"
"Yes, it is that damned, hot-blooded family motto of yours. Although I have blocked the news, you know what the Secret Room is capable of. I am guessing that once King Nuven receives the news, at least on the surface, he will start mobilizing his vassals and army. Otherwise, he will not be able to appease his suzerains. Based on the war potential of Eckstedt … "Duke Val Arunde snorted coldly and retracted his hands from the lamp. His expression was displeased.
"I still suggest that you first gather the direct vassals of Central Territory, then prepare to summon the suzerains. Even the Seucader Family in the faraway South Sea Islands must be mobilized. Once war breaks out, from Sacred Tree Kingdom to Sera Dukedom, Steel City and the Alliance of Freedom, even Mane of Night in the Eastern Peninsula, mobilize all our allies.
"But things are far from the last step." Kessel looked at the night view of the capital city outside the window and gently clenched his fists. "King Nuven is also not a hot-headed teenager.
"Do you think there is still a chance for a peaceful settlement? You know, this is far from the problem of that sentence! " The Duke of the Northern Territory was filled with anger. He slammed the table fiercely. "There are people on both sides who want it to happen, so this damn thing happened!"
Both of them were silent for a while.
"Hmph." Kessel snorted softly. He lowered his head and inhaled a breath of winter air. "Say, if Midier was still here, what do you think he would do?"
"Why can't I communicate with you?" The rude Val stood up angrily. "Or have you become stupid after sitting on that throne? Now is not the time to reminisce about your elder brother the Saint, Kel! Our country, our land, our people are facing the threat of war!
"Why do you think I rushed back?! You know how much I hate you! But when you, when Constellation is in trouble, the entire Northern Territory will stand behind you because of the oath and honor. This time, it is in front of you! "
Kessel stared at Val, the companion he grew up with. He did not move.
"I have already rushed back. I am right in front of you! I heard that Cullen's father, Sword, is also recuperating in Eternal Star City. The Covendier Family's boy lives not far away. Nanchester's One-eyed Dragon can rush here from Steep Forest City within a day. Only Fakenhaz and Tabark are quite a distance away from Blade City. They need to be summoned urgently. After dealing with the six of us, the thirteen Distinguished Families will also rush here. "
Val glared angrily at the Supreme King.
"It is time, Kel.
"Issue the Constellation General Edict.
"Nineteen noble families will gather in the capital once again to fight for you.
"Fight for Constellation."
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The readers' request for more updates was a sign of their love for the work and their recognition of the author. This made Swordless very happy.
But Swordless scratched his head. He still felt that quality came first, and earning money came second.
With Swordless' style of writing, he was not used to asking for too much (he was destined to be poor for the rest of his life). In fact, Swordless felt that the last few chapters were very lousy. He was a little annoyed with himself. He could only bear with the pain and refuse the request for more updates.
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