Kingdom’s Bloodline

Dawn has come.

In the Mindis hall, the most important and embarrassing father-son meeting in the whole kingdom is being staged.

Thales stared blankly at the robust nobleman in front of him, his father.

He turned to Gilbert and Yoddle in panic, but both bowed their heads silently.

He looked at the guards around the corridor again, but the well-armed soldiers kept their eyes hidden behind their helmets and remained motionless.

Until the thick voice of King Kessel V came from his ears:

"He looks like a skinny mud monkey."

The current situation of Thales is indeed not very good. His short black hair is cut into holes (Xinti's handicraft), covered with dust, and his small face is covered with mud marks and hand marks. Although the magician Ashida used mysterious means to stop the bleeding of his large and small wounds, but the scrapes, scratches, and bruises left on the abandoned house and Red Square Street were still sparsely hanging on his body. On the same dusty body, the beggar's rough linen clothes were also tattered, with a big hole on his chest, almost exposing the burns on his chest. Shivering in the wind.

"I'm sure you're not mistaken." Kessel's voice echoed in the corridor.

Thales raised his head again, looking at Kessel, his king, and his father.

But Kessel had turned his head away from him.

A faint disappointment welled up in Thales' heart, but he immediately suppressed this feeling.

In his cognition, he is already an adult.

Kessel's thick voice continued to echo:

"You all know how important this matter is. Now, the only ones who know about it are the three of us. Of course, I will call Jini over. He needs qualified care, so the four of us are the ones who know - wait for Morat to come back Then, I'll tell him myself."

"From now on, the Mindis hall is completely closed, and it is said to the outside world that a secret treasure of the royal family has been lost. I am furious."

"According to the previous preparations, the fifty Terminator swordsmen, all of whom are private soldiers of the Canxing family, will guard here for a whole month, and they can keep their secrets. And Yodel, just to be cautious, you also guard here, we Ada and the royal guard are responsible for the safety of this month."

Jodl didn't speak, just nodded slightly with his masked head.

"Gilbert." Kessel still didn't look at Thales. He stroked the spar on the scepter and spoke in a deep voice, his tone full of majesty.

"Have you thought about the reason for your visit to Mindis Hall in the early morning?"

"Of course, Your Majesty, the excuse is readily available-the gangsters at the junction of the Lower City and the West Ring District were fighting, and there were countless casualties. I came to His Majesty's palace overnight to report the matter." Gilbert replied respectfully.

"Not enough. I'll go back to Fuxing Palace tomorrow, but you will have to visit here frequently in the next month. There must be a better reason." King Kessel shook his head.

"That is to say, the secret treasure of the royal family disappeared too mysteriously, Your Majesty, you ordered me to investigate this matter thoroughly?"

"It's a little blunt, but one month is enough." King Kessel nodded after thinking for a while.

Then, the King of Stars finally turned his gaze to Thales who was at a loss.

His sharp eyes made Thales take a step back unconsciously.

It didn't feel like a father looking at his son at all.

But the king didn't seem to care about Thales' appearance at all.

"A month's time, Gilbert, a month."

"Before his identity is officially recognized, Gilbert, you are his private teacher, responsible for all his teaching matters."

"Yes, Your Majesty. As you wish, I will do my best." Gilbert replied respectfully.

Thales' heart sank.

Kessel nodded his scepter in relief, and pondered for a while.

"You have to get him ready, he can't appear in front of the whole kingdom and the six big families like this,

And envoys from other countries. "

"From etiquette to temperament, knowledge to appearance, there must be a passable appearance. What we need is a decent heir to the kingdom, not a down-and-out street beggar."

Street beggars?

After hearing this, Thales clenched his fists slightly.

"Using the welcome banquet of the Exeter Mission as a standard, I hope he can make an appearance at that time-it will not be easy, but I believe you can do it well."

Thales trembled slightly in his heart, but he still silently listened to King Kessel's unquestionable orders, planning his future step by step.

But in the future of Thales, there seems to be no place for him to live in.

how so?

He still has a lot of questions, doubts, and thoughts in his mind.

But the King Kessel in front of him didn't seem to care about his thoughts, and just issued his orders sentence by sentence, telling his own wishes.

"No one needs to know what his past is like, but there has to be an account, Gilbert, to make up a story about his origin."

"As long as his bloodline can be confirmed - I will discuss this with Li Xiya, and the gods are not impossible to trade - we are not afraid of gossip."

"Choose his peers in the noble list, as well as the heir's instructors and attendants-after he is recognized, these are the focus, there must be a record in advance, I want to see the list before next week."

"To be on the safe side, Gilbert, you need to reconfirm the terms of royal succession in the "Sacred Star Covenant" and the precedents like him in the Canxing family. If there is any dispute, we have time to remedy it. "

Thales frowned, listening to them continue to plan their own future, their own life.

Like a puppet on a string.

"As for his engagement, I have an idea, we'll discuss it later, Exeter—"

At this moment, Gilbert interrupted the king with a respectful expression.

"Your Majesty, there is still time," the gray-haired middle-aged nobleman seemed to feel something was wrong, but he still tried his best to express his opinion: "If you need to be alone with this child, we can—"

But Kessel waved his hand abruptly, stopping Gilbert's words.

At that moment, Thales saw the king's deep eyes tremble, and he felt a strange emotion emerging from Kessel's expression.

Thales wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips, but he finally swallowed them back.

I—what should I say?

What can I say?

Should you be warmer to your son?

Sounds like a kid without sugar.

Kessel seemed to want to turn his head to Thales, but he turned back suddenly in the middle. He held the scepter in both hands, looked at the portraits of the three former kings on the wall, and remained silent for a long time.

It seems that only at this time, he is more like a person.

It took a while for Kessel to turn around. He didn't look at anyone, but the majestic voice of King Star King, Kessel V, sounded again.

"In short, the tasks on you are very heavy. The Kingdom of Stars has no heir for twelve years. And just last week, Gusd intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the king selection system of the Kingdom of Exeter in his letter-you know that the Six Kingdoms How will the family react."

Thales lowered his head silently.

This is—his father, his king?

Gilbert seemed to want to say something, but he just lowered his head, and sighed slightly while the king couldn't see him.

But someone still interrupted the king regardless of the atmosphere.

"His Majesty."

Thales turned his head in surprise, but it was the silent Yodel who spoke.

The secret guard's expression behind the mask is unknown, but his hoarse voice is extremely firm:

"He is your blood first, your son! Finally, he is your heir."

"And you can't turn a blind eye to that."

Thales raised his head, only to see King Kessel V let out a long breath.

Then he closed his eyes.

"Yes, he is my son," the king closed his eyes, clutching the scepter tightly, and said dully, "That's why I'm here today."

"I gave him to you. Remember, one month."

King Kessel V did not say much after all.

Jodl also lowered his head and stopped talking.

An unspeakable disappointment spread in Thales' heart.

The king nodded, looked at Gilbert and Jodl, who were kneeling on one knee, and cast a glance at Thales who was dazed, with complex and incomprehensible eyes, before turning around and leaving without hesitation.

Gilbert and Yoddle stood up slowly.

The robust figure slowly walked down the stairs.

The footsteps were heavy, yet majestic.

The majesty of the king.

That's-- over?

Thales looked at the departing "father" in disbelief.

No, this is not right.

He's the father of this body, isn't he?

but why--

"Wait a moment!"

Thales finally couldn't help it, he yelled.

The sturdy figure paused and turned around.

Gilbert looked at Thales in surprise, while Yodel's expression was still hidden behind the mask.

Looking at the king who was gradually turning around, Thales trembled a little.

But he spoke anyway.

"You're my father, aren't you?"

The king held on to the railing of the stairs, and looked at Thales with indescribable eyes.

"But why are you unwilling, unwilling to speak even a word to me?"

Gilbert next to him stretched out his hand towards Thales, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

"Why don't you even ask me my name!"

"As long as he is the heir? Don't you care what your son's name is?"

King Kessel V tightly grasped the scepter, but did not reply, but slowly frowned.

"You said, no one needs to know about my past."

Thales' chest trembled, and the burn on his chest began to hurt again.

"But me? I need to know! I need to know my past!"

Kessel's eyes on Thales changed.

It is no longer the gaze of looking, examining and inspecting.

It seems to realize for the first time that Thales is a person.

And it's his son.

"I want to know what happened!"

Thales himself didn't know this sentence, he just yelled it out.

"I want to know who my mother is."

"I want to know who I really am."

"I still have many, many doubts, many, many questions."

Thales gasped and said that tonight's consumption has already made this seven-year-old body a bit overwhelmed.

The king finally looked at him, and the sky blue pupils in the deep eye sockets radiated light.

At that moment, King Kessel V's eyes were quite complicated and incomprehensible, Thales couldn't read anything more.

"Very well, boy, what's your name?"

Only listen to the supreme ruler of the stars, asked in his thick voice.

Thales stared at Kessel.

"Thales," he heard himself say, "my name is Thales."

"Then, Thales, my son," Kessel narrowed his eyes and said, "Gilbert will answer everything for you."

Then, Kessel V, the thirty-ninth supreme king of the Star Kingdom, the Southern Islands, and the Western Desert.

Just like that, he left the Mindis hall without looking back.

His cloak disappeared from the traveler's field of vision.

At that moment, Thales only felt chills in his heart.

He lowered his head and stared fixedly at the expensive black floor tiles.

Is this my father?

"Son, Thales." Gilbert behind him couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder silently.

"Don't worry, don't think too much, His Majesty just has too many things to do, in fact, he—"

Before Gilbert could finish speaking, Jodl suddenly stepped forward, knelt down in front of Thales, and thrust Thales' JC dagger into his hands at some point (Gilbert's expression changed, Touched his waist, frowning), and gently stuffed it into Thales's hand, only to see the dark purple mask slightly, and the hoarse voice came slowly:

"You are his son, connected by blood and destiny. No one or anything can change this."

But Thales remained silent.

He clenched his fists.

Looking at Yordle who interrupted him, Gilbert exhaled dissatisfiedly from his nose, squatted down in front of Thales, and said softly:

"Thales, my little mister, you have experienced enough tonight."

"Now you need rest and maybe medical treatment."

"Thales, please come with me. Jodl, I'll come back to you later, we have to talk."

Thales remained silent and did not answer, but when Gilbert took his hand, the traverser followed Gilbert obediently.

Only Yordle, he raised his head and looked at a vase in the corridor in the distance.

He observed with sharp and terrifying eyes that invisible tiny cracks appeared on the vase.

The brow behind Yoddle's mask frowned slightly.

He knew it before Thales roared.

The vase is still intact.

Is it a coincidence?

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