Mindis Hall.
On the training field where snow was falling, a small figure held a heavy and thick wooden sword and shield. As his footsteps intersected with the sword and shield, he deflected the wooden sword of a guard in front of him.
Thales panted as he supported himself with the wooden sword. He straightened his body again and shouted, "Again!"
His training target, the leader of Mindis Hall's Jadestar Private Army, Chora, was looking at Thales with a troubled expression.
"How long has His Highness been like this?"
On one side of the training field, Count Gilbert Caso asked a Jadestar Private Army soldier beside him with a worried expression.
"Since this morning, training has been going on for three hours, sir." The guard was equally worried. "And last night, the light in His Highness' study room was lit for the whole night … Sir Chora even asked us to guard the door all night. No matter what happens inside, we have to rush in immediately."
Gilbert sighed.
After the unusual meeting with the envoy yesterday, the second prince returned to Mindis Hall.
On the other hand, Gilbert received His Majesty's most urgent order: to make the most thorough preparations for the prince's diplomatic mission to the north.
After all, it would only take a few days for healthy messenger crows to travel back and forth between Eternal Star City and Dragon Clouds City … They could depart at any time.
For the whole day yesterday, he, along with a group of officials and suzerains of all sizes, were busy with all sorts of matters, from His Highness' attendants, his travel schedule, the wording of his credentials, and even the aftermath of the Duke of the Northern Territory's imprisonment in the Northern Territory. He only had the time to visit Mindis Hall now.
But what really worried Gilbert was Thales' mental state. After all, not every child could face it calmly when his father used him as a bargaining chip to quell a war.
For example, right now, His Highness was probably upset by His Majesty's seemingly heartless decision …
Gilbert raised his head and was surprised to see Thales panting heavily. He waved his hand and threw down the sword in his hand.
"Rest for a while and go for lunch. I have been training for so long, why didn't you remind me?" Thales waved his hand and said tiredly.
The relieved Chora quickly nodded and agreed, while Thales began to untie the shield in his hand.
Gilbert took quick steps forward.
"Your Highness," the former Foreign Affairs Minister said cautiously, "forgive me for being blunt, but your old injuries have yet to heal. You really shouldn't … exhaust your body like this."
"Don't worry, Gilbert … Look, my injuries are almost healed." Thales skillfully and swiftly removed the shield on his left side. He exercised his left arm and bared his teeth as he said, "It has only been three days … Perhaps I really am some sort of monster."
Gilbert was immediately rendered speechless. He said with a sullen face, "Your Highness, please do not let your imagination run wild …"
"Alright, alright. After all, this is my own body, and I've lived in this world for a few years …" Thales interrupted him and sneered. "Do you think I don't know?"
"This strange physique is most likely due to my mother, who is even more mysterious than a Mystic, right?"
Thales said with a smile as he carefully observed Gilbert's expression.
He looked forward to seeing something from her reaction.
Yes.
Thales had been suspicious ever since he arrived at Mindis Hall and the king's strange attitude when he talked about his mother.
From the strange and mysterious mystic energy to the strange way of thinking in his brain, the flashbacks of memories that came out of nowhere, and the recovery speed of his body that did not seem like that of a human …
Especially the first and last points, coupled with Liscia's and the king's attitudes, he was almost a hundred percent sure that this was related to the mother he had never met.
TherrenGirana, who made the king of a country and the spokesperson of God so afraid that they were unwilling to mention her … What kind of existence was she?
Of course, Thales had a conclusion about this a long time ago.
He thought about what Yodel said in Mindis Hall and what Arunde said in Renaissance Palace.
A family that was entangled with calamities.
Thales looked at his Nine-Pointed Star Emblem and sighed.
His mother could very well be a …
Until he was certain, he tried his best not to think in this direction.
But he had to find out the answer. From the king and Liscia's strange behavior to his middle name, he did not want to let go of any possible information.
Even if the results might not be good.
Gilbert furrowed his brows deeply.
'As expected.
His Highness has been suspicious since a long time ago. '
"Your Highness," Gilbert exhaled, shook his head and said, "It is not convenient for me to comment on your background, but you must know that you inherited His Majesty's Jadestar bloodline. It also originated from the Ancient Empire and extended to the Final Empire. It is the noblest bloodline in human history — the bloodline of the Imperial Family, the Carlose Family … Perhaps this ancient and great bloodline still hides some unknown secrets …"
Thales sighed. 'As expected of a diplomat. From his expression to his choice of words, everything is watertight.'
'I can only think of another way to find a' little tadpole looking for its mother '.
"Alright, don't worry about me thinking too much." Thales sat down while panting and sweating. He shook his boots and poured out the sand inside. "Anyway, it is not a bad thing for now."
'Besides, how can there be a difference in bloodline and race?'
Hence, the prince said cheerfully, "As for my mother … I will find out one day anyway, and my top priority is the country with the dragon flag flying in the north."
Gilbert was stunned. He glanced at Chora, who was packing up the training equipment in the distance. He then looked at Thales with a troubled expression. "Your Highness, I think that the words His Majesty said when he sent you out yesterday were definitely not what he meant …"
"I know that the king has his own considerations." Thales shook off the last of the sand from his boots and got up from the ground.
Gilbert looked at him worriedly. "Exactly … so, you do not have to be so … erm … depressed …"
"What?"
Thales furrowed his brows.
But he immediately understood something.
"Why?"
The prince turned his head and laughed involuntarily. "Did you think that my sword practice just now … was because I was giving up on myself or venting my anger?"
Gilbert raised his eyebrows.
"My God …"
Thales slapped his head and smiled bitterly.
"Haih, since I am going to that unfamiliar country … no matter what, I have to prepare myself. Even though my seven-year-old body cannot do much, at least I have to familiarize myself with the Northland Military Sword Style and learn how to ride a horse. When I encounter danger, at least I will know how to protect myself, right?
If I am lucky and manage to cultivate the Power of Eradication … "
Gilbert could not help but interrupt him. "Your Highness, even in the Tower of Eradication which has a tradition of special training, the youngest recorded person who awakened the Power of Eradication early due to a special encounter was twelve years old. Usually, the time of awakening is sixteen years old … and seven years old … erm …"
Hearing that, Thales laughed awkwardly and dryly.
He scratched his head and said in a low voice, embarrassed, "Is that so? I thought this was the same as grinding for proficiency."
Gilbert still looked at him doubtfully. "But, do you really … know and understand His Majesty's intentions without any grudges?"
"Are you kidding me? After all, I am also a postgraduate student with the highest ability to withstand pressure … Ahem, I am the second prince with a strong mental fortitude …" Thales patted the dust off his body nonchalantly and walked towards the study room, preparing to start lunch and his written homework.
"Alright, actually, when I heard him say that he wanted to kill me to compensate Eckstedt, I was indeed shocked.
"But I spent the whole night flipping through documents and looking up information. There was too little information in Mindis Hall, and the arrangement was not scientific either. At least, I understood some of His Majesty's intentions."
Gilbert noticed that when Thales addressed Kessel the Fifth, he would either use the term 'King' or 'His Majesty'. He sighed silently in his heart. 'As expected, does His Highness still hold a grudge against His Majesty's acknowledgment?
Thales pinched his aching neck and said with a grimace, "Do you want to hear my opinion regarding my trip to Eckstedt?"
Gilbert bowed slightly in a respectful manner. "I am all ears."
In the darkness.
Morat's unique, hoarse, and aged voice rang out, "You let him escape?"
Raphael's voice was light and bright, "Our people also felt that it was very strange. It seemed that the Strange Doctor had already seen through the trap and returned without hesitation. The assassination team's men pounced on empty air. For the past few days, we have been patrolling the eastern border between Eckstedt and Constellation, which is between the Friess Family's Lonely Old Tower and the Trentida Family's Reformation Tower, but we have not found any traces of Ramon. "
Morat rested his chin on his hands and muttered, "Even though the legacy has been extinct for more than six hundred years, a wizard is still a wizard. It is not an exaggeration to overestimate him, but he obviously came prepared …"
The Black Prophet raised his head slightly. "It is impossible for our trap to be empty. He must have helpers … Let's not talk about Black Sword for now. What about the other two Great Assassins of the Brotherhood? Reversed Machete and Prison Lock Sickle? Or Cenza and Roda, who are close to supreme class? "
Raphael shook his head helplessly. "From the beginning to the end, we did not find any news of Reversed Machete and Prison Lock Sickle appearing nearby. We also did not see any help from the other officers of the Brotherhood, but …"
Raphael frowned slightly.
Morat's gaze turned cold.
Raphael continued, "But in the past week, Anton and Roda of the Six Powerhouses have returned to Eternal Star City. Other than 'Iron Skin' Locke, who is still in the south, Cenza, Roda, Lance, Anton and Morris, five of the Six Powerhouses have gathered in the capital …"
Morat raised his hand abruptly and stopped Raphael's report.
His expression kept changing. After pausing for a few seconds, the Black Prophet exhaled deeply.
"The five of them have gathered together?
"Hmph."
Morat closed his eyes and shook his head. "I know who Ramon's helper is. It is not someone from the Brotherhood."
Raphael looked puzzled.
Morat opened his eyes gently. His gaze was sharp. "It was the Secret Room who first leaked the news to us, but the elite assassination team of the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department found nothing at the border between the two countries. Isn't it obvious?"
Raphael looked up in realization.
Morat was silent for a long time.
"Haha." The Black Prophet chuckled. "It seems that Ramon is not a wizard at all. We have been tricked by that old woman in the north again.
"But it is definitely not without reason that she used fake news to attract our attention … She is helping the Brotherhood, so what is the latter … trying to hide?
"Withdraw half of the manpower in the north and focus on investigating the movements of the Brotherhood these few days … The gathering of the five of them is definitely not without reason …" Morat could not help but laugh. "He actually dared to make a deal with Eckstedt's Secret Room. That brat Lance is indeed my most outstanding disciple outside of Norfolk …"
At this moment, a violent noise suddenly came from a cage covered with black cloth beside Raphael's hand.
Raphael opened the cage expressionlessly.
A fist-sized head that looked like a bird and a rat poked out from inside. Its body was covered in bright red mucus. It opened its mouth with sharp teeth and handed out a piece of paper before quickly retracting it.
Morat did not even look at the ferocious, strange and creepy creature. He only stared at Raphael.
The latter looked at the small piece of paper and his expression became increasingly pale.
Raphael put down the piece of paper. His face was unprecedentedly solemn.
"We have received reports that the two leaders of the eight Psionic Warriors of Blood Bottle Gang, 'Illusory Blade' Catherine and 'Red Viper' Nikolay, have appeared in Revol City one after another.
"And two days ago, our informants in the neighboring Steel City …"
He said solemnly, "They have found traces of the Blood Mystic."
Morat's pupils suddenly shrank!
"It seems that we have caught a big fish …" Morat smiled.
Raphael muttered to himself, "But … to actually hide in Steel City … for so many years … Did the dwarves in the Hall of King's Chronicles not find out?"
Morat closed his eyes and shook his head. "Because of the Sunset Goddess, the relationship between the Hall of King's Chronicles and Empress Hellen has worsened over the past three hundred years. The Blazing Wind Cannon has also mysteriously fallen into a state of cooldown. They do not even have a single usable legendary anti-mystic equipment. Even if they knew, they could only pretend to be deaf and mute."
Raphael frowned and scoffed.
"Are you sure it's the Blood Mystic? What's the specific report?" The Black Prophet gripped his cane tightly and asked solemnly.
But he immediately noticed that Raphael only had a sorrowful look on his face and sighed.
The young man in white lowered his gaze and spread open the piece of paper.
"No report."
He said solemnly.
Morat raised his head abruptly. His sharp gaze pierced straight into Raphael's.
He waited for his explanation.
The young man in white exhaled and said faintly,
"The reason why we discovered the Blood Mystic …
"Is because …
"From the City of Steel to Revol City, we have a total of thirty-four spies …"
"All of them died."
Raphael said quietly.
"Also …
"Flesh and blood were scattered everywhere. Not a single corpse was left intact.
"It matches our records … the style of the Blood Mystic …"
He did not continue.
After a while.
Morat heaved a deep sigh.
"It is demonstrating to the Secret Intelligence Department that it can find any one of us at any time outside the capital.
"As expected, it is that damned …"
He said hoarsely,
"Homicidal maniac."
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