The prince and the duke were silent for a while.

"So that's what you're here for today."

Thales pulled out the dagger stuck on the bedside, threw a flower in the air, and accurately grasped the handle while the blade flipped over. After experiencing countless fights, this action became more and more skillful and simple.

Seeing the prince's actions, Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thales raised the tip of the blade and pondered for a while:

"Do you want to win me over to join you and become the third party outside the two camps? Between the iron whip of the driver and the galloping hooves of the horse, you can pull the carriage of the stars faster and faster?"

third party.

At that moment, it was as if the clouds on the horizon blocked the sunlight and the room became dark.

Duke Xihuang pressed his hands on the crutch again and again.

"A fierce horse will not succumb to the iron whip, and the driver will not give up the whip," he said with sharp eyes:

"And no one on the carriage, no matter who they are, can sit there and wait for it to fall apart."

Thales gently flicked the blade between his fingers.

"so."

Thales snorted lightly and pointed the tip of the blade at the Duke very impolitely:

"All of this, including your inexplicable appearance, drawing a sword to threaten and scaremongering, and being extremely angry with your words, are just for this moment?"

Thales stared at Cyril with a half-smiling expression.

Cyril looked at him for a while and hummed softly.

"Do you think I would just pick up a fourteen-year-old kid on the street and tell him this?"

Cyril said coldly:

"If I can't first confirm what kind of person you are, if you are just an incompetent softie who has high ambitions and low ambitions, who is greedy and afraid of death, if you are just an impulsive little kid who has been raised by the Yankees with brains full of muscles, if you are just a relying on

An idiot who thinks he knows the truth of the universe after reading a few catalogs of history books..."

Thales raised his eyebrows.

The Duke looked at him sideways and said disdainfully:

"Then you are not worthy of my words."

The young man was slightly stunned.

Thales exhaled and stuffed the dagger back under his pillow:

"You know, if you're going to win me over by complimenting me, you could actually use some better words."

I saw the Duke of Xihuang open his lips as if a piece of flesh was missing, and let out a sinister laugh, just like a mummy opening its mouth.

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of beautiful words in your ears. The prince's return is a top priority that will shake the stars, and countless eyes will be focused on you."

Cyril narrowed his eyes:

"But you have to be more careful and vigilant."

"The powerful noble lords will rush to find you, win over the prince who has not returned home for a long time, and use all means to win you to their side, turning you into a vanguard against the Fuxing Palace."

Falkenholz's tone changed:

"Before accepting their kindness, please remember: they are only against your father, but they are not sincerely loyal to you."

Thales was silent.

He suddenly remembered what Kuai Sheng said.

How can he achieve... a different way of living?

Thinking of this, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:

"They won't succeed."

But Cyril shook his head disdainfully:

"When I say 'courting,' I don't mean just knocking on doors and giving gifts."

Thales frowned and retorted:

"Of course, maybe it also involves drawing a sword and threatening me, and then telling me, 'The carriage must not fall apart'?"

This time it was Cyril's turn to be silent.

After a few seconds, the Duke said quietly:

"You know, some words can only be nonsense to the vast majority of people in the world."

Taylor was immediately confused.

Cyril hummed:

"Remember my words today."

He stretched out his finger and waved it near his mouth:

"all."

Cyril's eyes glowed coldly:

"In case you can use it one day."

He paused for a second and curled his lips rather evilly:

"all."

Thales stared at the Duke like this, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

But Cyril quickly changed the subject:

"Compared with these, you have to be more careful about your father."

Father.

Thales' nerves slowly became tense.

The strong figure in his mind reappeared, reminding him of the suffocation he felt when facing the other person.

The Duke's voice echoed in his ears, carrying a different meaning:

"As you grow older, maybe he will realize that you are no longer that pitiful child. Maybe he will also try to win over you as a father and control you with the power of a king."

"but……"

Falkenhauser's tone changed again, but he suddenly fell silent, and the surroundings seemed to have become cloudy in an instant, with no rain left.

He stared closely at Thales, his terrifying face and cold eyes making the latter feel nervous.

"When the news of the drastic changes in Exeter, the death of Nun VII and the political reshuffle in the North reached the stars six years ago, everyone was shocked."

The Duke's tone and rhythm became heavy and slow, reminding Thales of Putilai when he was narrating the bard:

"Who would have thought that just a few months ago, we old guys would still be in panic all day long, fearing that the unruly Yankees would go south again."

Cyril exhaled slightly and pointed at Thales:

"But there are people, there are people who, with just one click, have riddled the extremely tyrannical and aggressive dragon kingdom with so many holes that they have no time to take care of themselves."

"Do you know what that means?"

Unparalleledly tyrannical and aggressive...

It’s riddled with holes and has no time to take care of itself…

What does it mean?

Thales couldn't help but think of the nightmare night in Longxiao City.

Dragon blood.

He looked at Cyril who was pointing at him and cleared his throat unnaturally:

"You think too highly of me."

The prince sighed:

"Six years ago, it was just an accident, and it was a tragedy, and I had no credit for it..."

Cyril interrupted him coldly: "I didn't say it was your fault."

"Stop being so sentimental."

Thales choked at these words and his face became quite ugly.

The unpopular Duke snorted:

"As I said, from the end of the war to the bloody year, Falkenholz has followed the shining star since ancient times."

He pointed to the ancient Imperial sword leaning against the wall.

"In the past seven hundred years, the Warners have witnessed a lot of history," Cyril said solemnly:
To be continued...