Thales stared incredulously at Fakenhaz's back as he walked away. He listened to the sound of his walking stick getting softer and softer until it was barely audible.
After a long while, the prince exhaled indignantly.
"Yodel, do you know that guy?"
Thales grabbed the Sword of the Ancient Empire left behind by Cyril and digested the shock he just experienced.
A faint voice traveled from the air behind him.
"Not familiar."
"Not familiar?" Thales furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
The youth felt the weight of Sentinel as he slowly pulled back the cold blade.
Its hilt was so long that it could be held with both hands and used as a greatsword or even a spear.
It was slightly lighter than Ricky's Everlasting Truth, but its center of gravity was perfectly balanced.
It was a rare and good sword.
But why …
Just to show off to the outside world, the Duke of Western Desert gave the prince a treasured sword?
"Damn Fakenhaz."
Thales sighed and looked at the black gemstone at the center of the sword guard, which looked much more inconspicuous than Everlasting Truth.
"Do you believe what he said?"
Thales twirled the longsword in his hand and slowly familiarized himself with this new weapon.
The Masked Protector's voice rose airily.
"What about you?"
Sentinel paused in the air.
Thales took a deep breath and slowly sheathed his sword.
Fakenhaz.
"I always thought he was just an elite monster."
Thales stared at Blade Fangs Camp beneath the window. His gaze was unfocused.
"In the end …"
Thales said absentmindedly,
"It's a boss."
The room was silent for a moment.
"I don't understand."
Thales placed the longsword on the table, shook his head, and snapped out of his daze.
"It's nothing. It's just a common saying I learned from Eckstedt."
But this time, Yodel replied very quickly.
"There's no such saying in the Northland."
Thales froze for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
"Ah, you didn't follow me to the Northlands …"
But the youth suddenly thought of something.
Wait a minute!
Yodel.
Northland.
Thales suddenly turned around and looked behind him.
"Yodel, when I was in the north."
Thales stuttered a little.
"I met the Red Witch, Calshan."
There was no reply. Thales could only hear the sound of the wind outside the window.
This made him extremely uneasy.
"She said she's yours … and she and the Black Prophet …"
Thales raised his head and looked at the empty space that he could not rely on.
"Is it true?"
There was still no answer.
Thales exhaled softly.
"Yodel?"
The room was still quiet.
Thales lowered his head in disappointment. He understood the other party's "silent resistance".
"Alright, that's it. Continue to ignore me."
Thales sat back in his chair listlessly and brought the tray over again.
"Cold violence."
He murmured.
But this time, the Masked Protector's voice sounded with an unnatural tremble.
"My background is classified, but it's not glorious."
"I don't want to trouble you."
Thales' hand, which was holding the grilled fish, stopped in midair.
It was not glorious.
It bothers you.
Thales put the food in his hand down and sighed.
Is that so?
But …
Wasn't he the same?
When Thales thought of this, his lips curled up.
In the next second, Thales turned around and looked solemnly at the air.
"No, Yodel."
He said seriously,
"To me, you will never be dishonorable."
The air was as quiet as ever.
Thales did not get a response, but he was not discouraged.
"Also."
The prince smiled.
"You have never bothered me."
There was still an unbearable silence.
But Thales was no longer conflicted. He only laughed self-deprecatingly, turned around, and continued to eat his food.
But at this moment …
"Thank you."
An extremely soft and hoarse voice drifted into his ears.
It sounded like it was squeezed out of nowhere. Thanks to Thales' senses, which had been trained by the Sin of Hell's River all year round, he did not miss it.
Thales paused for a moment, but he did not hear anything else.
"That's it?"
The teenager did not turn around. He only shrugged.
Just as he expected, there was no sound behind him.
Thales sighed in pity.
'Even if …
'Say one more word?'
Thales did not worry about it anymore. He got rid of the grudge in his heart and focused on the food in front of him.
But it seemed like the Desert God did not like to see him eat in peace. Thales only finished a few pieces of meat and a few mouthfuls of cold porridge before hurried and uneasy footsteps rose from the stairs below the room.
Thud, thud, thud, thud.
His footsteps were even heavier than Fakenhaz's.
Thales instinctively grabbed Sentinel by the side of the table, and he heard the door to the room open with a bang again.
A clear and pleasant voice that was not polite to the ears abruptly rang out.
"Did you see him?"
'Him.'
'It's him again.'
Thales closed his eyes in pain before he opened them again.
The prince rubbed his face into a smile before he turned around on the chair.
"Who is it?"
Just as he expected, the Baron of Blade Fangs Teeth Sect, Roman Williams, walked into the prince's room with sand all over his body. He did not even take off his headscarf. He walked fearlessly into the prince's room in an aggressive manner, leaving his subordinates Frank, Snake Shooter, and the dozen or so people behind them trembling in fear. They did not even dare to breathe loudly.
"Who else could it be?"
Even though he was travel-worn, Roman still looked radiant. His eyes were spitting fire, and it was obvious that he was in an incredibly bad mood.
He sized up the room with a gaze as if he was searching for an assassin.
He said furiously, "That stinky, ugly old thing, Fakenhaz, he came to you? What did he say to you? "
'Stinky, ugly old thing.'
Thales muttered this title in his heart.
If there was one thing that the Duke of Western Desert and the Baron of Blade Fangs Teeth Sect had in common, it was their impression of each other.
At the very least, their descriptions of each other were appropriate.
Thales coughed and put down the weapon in his hand.
"Actually, I have nothing to do with him —"
But before Thales could finish speaking, the Legendary Wing, who had pulled off his headscarf, strode forward with an oppressive aura, and extended his hand!
* Slap! *
The prince was stunned.
Roman grabbed Thales' left wrist tightly with an aura that could freeze a person to death.
Under Thales' astonished gaze, the Legendary Wing held the hilt of his sword coldly and pulled Sentinel's blade out of Thales' left hand before he let go of Thales.
Thales stared at the empty scabbard, and his eyebrows twitched.
'This …'
Roman swung the longsword back and forth with a murderous expression. In the end, he fixed his gaze on the crude mark at the bottom of the sword hilt.
“f。”
Roman stared at the mark and raised his head coldly.
"F, Fakenhaz's' f '."
Thales instantly felt troubled. He swung the empty scabbard in his hand.
"Urk, yes, but this …"
Roman snorted coldly and did not give him a chance to speak.
"What a good sword."
The Legendary Wing spoke with a tone that even Nicholas could hear, full of mockery.
"What a good prince.
"I let you stay here, but it makes it easier for you to give and take bribes behind my back, right?"
'Take bribes?'
Thales was stunned.
He stared at Sentinel in Roman's hand, and he suddenly felt that he had been wronged, but he could not defend himself.
"I …"
But in the next moment, Roman moved his arm, and the sword flashed towards him!
Everyone was taken aback!
Thales only had time to raise his scabbard to block the attack.
* Whoosh *
The sound of leather rubbing against metal rose. When Thales snapped out of his daze, he was shocked to find that Sentinel had been perfectly sheathed in the scabbard in his hand.
It fit perfectly, and it was incredibly precise.
'How … did he do it?'
Behind Roman, Frank and Snake Shooter's faces were pale. Both of them had one foot in the room, and their arms were stretched forward. They still had expressions that said, "Sir, don't do this" or "That's the prince".
"If you like their gifts so much, Jadestar …"
Roman lowered his arm and used his gaze to force his subordinate to swallow his grievances. He then stared coldly at Thales, who was still in shock.
"Then you can get lost tomorrow, along with those lords."
Get out of my territory, "the Legendary Wing said fiercely.
The Legendary Wing said fiercely, then turned around and left.
Thales stared at Sentinel in his hand. He had yet to recover from his daze.
"But …"
Roman's footsteps paused beside the door frame.
"As for you, Nameless."
The Legendary Wing did not even turn his head around.
"Did you know that when you thought you hid it perfectly, the dents on that wooden board were very obvious?"
Thales was shocked. He looked at the floor in the room.
But if he did not use hell's senses, he would not be able to tell what was wrong with the flat floor.
The leader of the "freaks", Snake Shooter, also had the same expression.
"And all of you, freaks."
The Legendary Wing suddenly turned his head around. Snake Shooter and the "freaks" behind him shuddered visibly.
"I don't care how many soldiers they brought, how noble their statuses are, how good their subordinates are, how strange this stupid tower is, how afraid you are, and how tired you are from your shifts."
Thales could not see Roman's expression, but he could sense the chill in his tone.
"Next time, you will let an outsider barge into our territory without any scruples."
Then, go back to the Prison of Bones. "
Snake Shooter, who still wanted to curry favor or defend himself, was so frightened that he immediately fell silent and stood at attention.
In the next second, as footsteps rumbled, the Legendary Wing went downstairs with Frank, who had an expression that said, "Take care of yourself." Snake Shooter and the others were left behind to close the door with utmost respect and caution.
The footsteps of Roman and his personal guards rolled away.
Thales was still holding his sword in the room. He looked confused.
'Just now …
'What happened?'
In the ancient Ghost Prince Tower, Roman Williams, who was walking down the stairs step by step, did not say a word. The guards behind him did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Everyone knew that the Legendary Wing was not someone to be trifled with.
"Frank."
The Legendary Wing suddenly spoke.
Frank, who was behind him, immediately responded respectfully.
Only to hear Roman coldly say:
"Go tell those noisy nobles that every noble rebel we caught in the camp yesterday … If they don't pay enough compensation, none of them will be able to get out of jail."
Frank, who was about to nod, was stunned. He reacted and said with difficulty,
"But some of them are the children of big noble families. Their identities are sensitive …"
However, Roman's cold snort forced him to swallow his words.
"Yes, those people."
The Legendary Wing took a turn at the corner of a staircase.
"Twenty times more."
Frank froze again.
A few seconds later, Frank sighed.
"Alright, they'll hate us even more."
Roman's footsteps halted.
The dozen or so people behind the baron all stopped in unison, as if they had practiced this thousands of times. Their movements were orderly and without any sluggishness.
"Very good."
The Legendary Wing said coldly,
"And the reason why we can establish ourselves here …"
When he said this, Roman suddenly raised his head and looked at the stairs above his head. His gaze was fixed on the darkness at the top.
"It's precisely because they hate us."
Frank was stunned.
But his commander did not say anything else. He just walked out of the tower.
In the room at the top, Thales looked at the door in puzzlement. He then looked at the longsword in his hands awkwardly.
He suddenly had a feeling that this might be one of Fakenhaz's goals.
He wanted everyone to see the prince accept the Fakenhaz Family's gift.
But the things he said to her ….
"Hold it tight. Hold your sword tight.
Don't lose it. "
After a while, Thales could only sigh.
'That damned, stinky, ugly old thing.
'Has he always been like this?
'What did he say to Prince Herman in the past?'
When he thought of this name and remembered that Herman died in this place, Thales lost his appetite.
'Herman and Shadow Shield.
What kind of connection do they have?
'As for Teng, who has been mentioned by countless people?
Who is he? '
Thales' expression froze.
He thought of something.
The prince stood up, walked quickly to his luggage, and started rummaging through it.
A few seconds later, he finally took out the expensive roll of paper.
But the moment he opened it, Thales froze.
Thales sucked in a deep breath. "Yodel, how much do you know about my fourth uncle, Herman Jadestar?"
A few seconds later, a faint answer came from the air, as usual.
"I'm not familiar with him."
'Very good.'
Thales closed his eyes gently.
"I guess so," the prince said with a smile.
The prince smiled and opened his eyes.
In the next moment, Thales carefully and unhesitatingly opened the letter that held a special meaning to him.
To my Angry Kitten,
'You did not write me a letter.
Eight months and twenty-one days ago, after our precious meeting, which ended on bad terms.
'You might not understand.
Perhaps you do not understand with what spirit I am writing this letter.
'As the conclusion of that argument.
'Yes, Kitten, you have always been sharp and understanding. Your instincts are accurate, and you hit the nail on the head.
'But, my most precious friend and lover, you might not understand what you mean to me.
'You turned around and left. You were free, arrogant, and valiant.
'But you took away everything from me.
'In the past eight months, no matter how urgent my official duties were, they became boring and cumbersome. No matter how exciting my life was, it became boring. My close friends, whom I met every day, became mediocre. Even the imported fine wine from Sera Dukedom and Hobb's talented manuscripts became tasteless.
'Do you know, my dear Kitten, from a baby to an adult, from a prince to a viscount?
'No one, no one, no one has ever treated me like this.
They treated Herman Jadestar like this.
'My father could not, my mother could not, Midier could not, Horace could not, Scholar Therom and Mother Aron could not, not even my grandmother could.
'Simplicity, innocence, kindness, sincerity, and optimism. They took a lot of things from me.
'But they never took everything.
'Everything.
They never dragged me out of the noble palace and the gorgeous mask, pushed me into the muddy abyss, and let me tear my heart out under the pouring rain and the cold moonlight. They only wanted to show the true heart in my chest that was full of scars.
'Because I did not allow it.
'Herman may not be known for his ability to fight.
'But believe me, in his heart, he is a warrior who has never surrendered to anyone.
'No one can make him bow down to me, compromise, and admit defeat.
'No one.
'Except for you, Kitten.
'You.
'Only you.
'The emptiness and pain of losing you has been torturing me, torturing me, and tearing me apart. It has even defeated my pride and dignity, my defense, and my ego. All my pride and arrogance are nothing in front of them.
'I was as hysterical as a lowly, lowly, and vulgar person in the market. I could not sleep, and I could not eat.' Damn it. That was the scene of a drama I despised the most.
'You know, Kitten, if you want me to admit this, it would be better for you to just kill me.
'But that is no longer important.
'Before I met you, I was high-spirited and full of self-esteem.
'After we parted ways, I was useless and full of self-reproach.
'But that is no longer important.
'If one of us must lower our heads in the midst of our arrogance and indifference, then I want you to know, Kitten.
'During the days without you, I was in agony and tormented.
'I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop writing you letters. I can't get rid of your reflection in the mirror.
'The only thing I have the right to control in my entire body is the childish urge to completely give up on my dignity and dignity. I don't care about my pride and tradition. I only want to submit to you.
'Kitten, over the past eight months, I have often thought.
'What brought about our disagreements and discord?
'Is it because of our sensitive identities?
'Is it because of our unblessed futures?
'Is it because of our completely different lives?
'Is it because of our difficult personalities?
'Is it because of our completely different experiences?
But it's just like the result we face every time we argue about responsibility and freedom, life and love, unity and independence, reality and dreams, and when we argue about whether Cahill Yarrow or Bothkarandi has a higher level of attainment in rhetoric.
'There is no answer.
'Only recently, when there is chaos everywhere and the kingdom is in danger, when the world is in great decline, I suddenly understand.
'I understand what is the most important thing to me and to us in the days where there is no tomorrow.
'Just now, the horn for nightfall in Blade Fangs Camp sounded.
'But what I saw flashed in my mind was our first meeting.
'That night, you pointed your sword at me, and with a disdainful smile that I can never forget, you said softly,
'This kitten can dig out your heart.
'You did it.
'Kitten.
'If you don't believe me, my cruel and adorable friend, then lower your head slightly.
'Now, do you see it?
My heart, which was powerless and pulsating, was dripping with blood, but it was also an undisguised heart.
'It is lying quietly in your palm.
'Lying in the fate it is destined to fall into.
'Willingly.'
At this moment, the soldiers and civilians under the watchtower were bustling with activity, and I suddenly understood what I saw as young Kessel's pointless persistence.
'He loved her, madly in love with that young police officer who came from a humble background and had a disreputable reputation.
'He loved her as a whole, more than he loved anything in the world.
'Then, he would naturally give up everything for her, risk universal condemnation, give up on the promise of a dignified marriage, give up on the Jadestar family name, give up on the status of a prince, give up on the royal family's property, give up on the right to inherit the throne, give up on … his father's strict love.
'In comparison, my brother is a coward.
'It's me, Kitten.
'It has always been me.
'I am the one who dragged you down.
'It's my pointless worries and dignity that have always been holding you back and hindering our future.
'Kitten, you have always been free and unfettered. You are proud, elegant, brave, and strong. You do not look back and do whatever it takes for your goal.
'As the so-called son of the king and the Jadestar descendant, I am lethargic, burdened, sensitive, fragile, and full of worries.
'Status, identity, age, difference, the words of the people outside, the dignity of the royal family, and the responsibilities of a prince.
'Excuses, everything is an excuse.
'I enjoy the joy of being with you and ask for your understanding and understanding, but I am the only excuse that I do not want to make sacrifices for myself.
'You are right, Kitten.
'Perhaps the Herman Jadestar who is truly revealed under the sun after his chest is cut open, his skull is dug out, and his skin is torn open, is just a coward who has an undeserved reputation, is irresponsible, and does not dare to face his true self.
'Now, the information about the emergency in the desert and the unusual gathering of orcs and Barren Bone people is placed on my table.
'But I can't help but miss the time we spent together over the years.
'I miss your light footsteps, your moving voice, your meaningful poems, your innocent smile, your beautiful lips, and your clear eyes.
'I miss the way you walked in the forest and danced under the moon.
'I can quote the classics and argue eloquently in front of the most dangerous enemy, speak calmly and rationally in front of the most cunning and unscrupulous merchant, and act naturally in the most dangerous situation.
'But I can't … I can't maintain a strong and confident tone in the letter I wrote for you.' At this moment, even the tip of my pen is trembling. My handwriting is as ugly as an orc's drawing.
'But I understand, Kitten.
'You gave me the most precious chance to discover my true self.
'My world is only meaningful when it is related to you.
'But when I think about losing you because of a pointless argument that might not have been so pointless, I cannot help but feel as if my heart is being cut by a knife.
'You are like the rain from the heavens, washing away all my filth, cleansing my muddle-headedness, and watering all my madness.
'What will I become without you?
'No.
'I can no longer imagine it.
'So I understand, Kitten.
'I love you.
'No conditions. 'Regardless of the cost. 'Without hesitation.
'There is nothing else.
'There is nothing else.'
Thales, who was reading the letter quietly, could not help but notice that the ink had melted between these few lines, as if it had been stained with … The words gradually became a little messy, but it still maintained a different kind of beauty.
Tear stains.
Thales was lost in thought for a few seconds before he continued reading.
'But.
'Perhaps you don't understand, but at the risk of angering you again, my Kitten.
'Apart from you and me, in this dirty world, I still have one more thing to do.
'The last thing.
'I know that while we are together, I should not pollute your ears with my annoying mundane affairs. I also know that you are tired of me worrying about boring and meaningless government affairs. I also know that you have never been used to seeing me worry about everything.
'I'm sorry.
'But ever since you left, I have no one to talk to.
'I can't tell you how difficult the situation is now.
'Blood relatives, family, kingdom, politics, history, future, everything is intertwined. I can't get rid of it, I can't struggle free.
'I'm sorry, Kitten. I love you.
'But I can't just walk away, at their most desperate moment.
'I want to beg you to forgive me, my Kitten, my love, my heart's blood, my inborn sin, the source of my madness.
'Forgive me.
'Forgive me for walking into this bottomless whirlpool myself, even ignoring our future that has just begun to see the light of dawn.
'But just as you said, you love me not because of my body, not because of my poetry, and not because of my status.
'You love the light in the depths of my soul.
'Now, that light has suddenly flickered.
'It tells me what I should do.
After we're done, my Kitten, no matter how heavy the shackles the cruel reality places on our bodies, no matter how many obstacles our identities will leave behind for us, no matter what kind of answer our father will give to our love, no matter what blessing or curse fate will bestow upon our union.
'None of that matters anymore.
'Anyway, in the history of our family, we have always been the ones who arrogantly offended the gods, and the gods have never protected us with mercy.
'I love you, Kitten.
'Forever.
'Wait for me.
'Wait for me to settle everything in this suffocating whirlpool and pay off my debts.
'Wait for me.
'I love you, and I hope that you love him.
HN Jadestar
On the night of the 19th of January, at Blade Fangs Camp.
'' Fate is like a poem. How do you know the rhythm?
P.S. I will have Roman deliver this letter. Ever since Tynon, whom you are familiar with, unfortunately passed away, he has been my most reliable messenger. He knows the route to Half Tower, but he has a worrisome temper and is sometimes a little mischievous.
'' Bookmarked for easier reading.
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