Except for the faint sound of breathing, the Ballard Room was so quiet at this moment that you could hear a pin drop.

But as the chief commander of the Royal Guards, Lord Adrian felt that this was one of the most torturous, tortured and painful moments in his life.

The shadow of the fire blade swayed dimly.

The setting sun shines on the wall, making it bloody and bright red.

Across the table, the Supreme King and Duke Xinghu faced each other in silence, without saying a word.

Everyone else was silent, waiting for this strange and fragile tranquility between fear and tension.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the deep and forbearing voice of King Kessel slowly sounded in the room:

"Why?"

Why.

The king's words were calm and slow.

But it contains an unbearable weight.

What responded to him was the young Duke's low laughter.

Thales rested his forehead on the hilt of the bearer's sword, exhaled, and stopped laughing.

"Shouldn't you have expected this scene a long time ago?"

"After you summoned me to the palace for an audience and then ransacked the Mindis Hall."

Thales raised his head, his eyes were like lightning:

"His Majesty?"

The prince's reply was very light and indifferent, but it made many people who had been tense for a long time feel inexplicably relieved.

The king stared at his son, and the blue ocean in his eyes returned to a depth that no one could understand.

He didn't think about it for long before he snorted and turned his head, as if the person on the opposite seat didn't deserve his attention.

"Adrian, Marico."

The captain of the general guard and the second vanguard officer bowed and pressed their chests together:

"His Majesty?"

"His Majesty!"

King Kessel picked up the letter on the table and began to read it.

"Duke Xinghu is overtired and mentally disturbed."

The king's understatement made everyone change their minds instantly!

Even Thales frowned slightly.

"Let the royal guards escort him back to Mindis Hall for rest."

"Be low-key."

"The imperial meeting continues."

Marico happily obeyed, and before he eagerly waved his hand, one or two brave but uneasy guards had already stepped forward.

Gilbert was shocked:

"Your Majesty! No!"

Even Prime Minister Cullen frowned:

"Your Majesty, do you think twice?"

Everyone in the Mindis Hall outside the door was equally anxious, but Wyatt and Rolf, who were the first to move, had already had several swords held around their necks, and Glover was pinned to the ground by several colleagues from the Pioneer Wing, unable to even breathe.

It was so embarrassing that D.D, who was shouting, had his mouth and nose covered, and he could only shout "No".

The battle-hardened Cohen used the black horse as a barrier to struggle back and forth, which caused the royal guards who were afraid of rats to panic. But at an unknown moment, a scar-faced man from the Ballard Room suddenly appeared behind him.

What did he say? The ferocious big man was suddenly stunned, and then he was hit in the back of the head by the scar-faced man, and he fell straight down.

The uneasy Jenny bared her teeth fiercely, but an experienced old guard lit a blazing torch and approached her. The big black horse whimpered, and immediately became obedient and protected himself wisely.

Thales put away his peripheral vision, knowing that he had no backup - even though they were confused when they entered the palace.

"But Your Majesty."

As the captain of the guard, Adrian raised his hand to comfort Marico, who was about to move forward, and tentatively said:

"From here to Mindis Hall—"

"Fabio Adrian." The king concentrated on reading the letter without raising his head.

When his full name was called, Lord Adrian immediately bowed his head and shut up.

"I've been tolerant enough today."

"No matter who."

Although he was speaking to the captain of the guard, everyone present, including Gilbert, the subordinates and guards, all felt trembling in their hearts.

"Don't challenge my patience again."

At this moment.

clang!

There was a sharp sound, and everyone was startled, and all turned their heads:

Thales lifted the hilt of his sword upside down, smashed the tip of the "Load Bearer" sword on the floor tiles of the Ballard Room, and checked the casting quality of the ancient imperial sword.

Clang, clang, clang!

In front of everyone, Thales ignored the gasps. With the help of the Sin of the Hell River, he lifted the load-bearer onto his shoulders and sighed.

Several guards closest to the young man were waiting to step forward. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but stop.

Load bearer.

It is indeed a stupid family heirloom sword.

Not only is it of good quality, it's also very heavy.

Just maintaining this posture without collapsing consumed a lot of energy on his part.

Not to mention, you have to prevent yourself from being accidentally injured by its sharp blade that is so close at hand.

Just like his title.

"I always feel that this room is too monotonous."

Feeling the cold edge on his shoulders, the prince raised his head and faced the nervous people with a cheerful attitude: "Maybe there should be one more painting, for example..."

Thales narrowed his eyes and his tone instantly became serious:

""The Ascending King Sacrifice His Son"?"

At that moment, many people couldn't help but hold their breath.

Thales caught a glimpse of their reactions and smiled coldly, becoming more and more uninhibited:

"Or "The Iron-Fisted King Kills His Son"?"

Kill son.

Everyone was startled at first, and then looked at the king nervously.

"Stop messing around, Your Highness!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Gilbert spoke sharply. He, who was always polite to the prince, had a heartbroken face and called him by his name:

"Tiles!"

But Thales just gave him a smile and remained silent.

Only the setting sun fell on his collar, reflecting bright red.

Facing the prince's response, Lord Adrian sighed helplessly and looked at the king again.

At the end of the long table, the Iron Fist King seemed to have come to his senses and slowly raised his eyes from the letter.

"This is the royal council of the kingdom."

He glanced sideways at his son and hummed indifferently.

"I don't have time to listen to an aggrieved little brat crying and screaming."

As the ministers in front of the imperial court looked at each other, King Kessel's tone suddenly became cold:

"If he wants to commit suicide, let him."

Let him.

In shock, Thales couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Canxing doesn't need idiots."
To be continued...