Thales walked into a dark room without any distractions.

There was a distinctive buzzing sound from outside the dark room when a crowd gathered, which was noisy and disturbing.

This reminded him of the football team he had supported in his previous life. When watching the game live, he probably felt the same way when he first entered the stadium.

Amidst the buzz outside the dark room, a young and cheerful male voice suddenly came:

"Hey, old man! Director Luobik! I'm here, here! Hey, this gentleman, you look a bit familiar."

"Wait a minute - you are from the Croma family...Cousin Dele! Oh my God, why have you become like this after so many years of not seeing each other! Kasha and Qina will definitely cry!"

Thales suddenly reacted, took a few steps forward, and looked out through the single-sided glass in the dark room. Sure enough, right below him was the entire Hall of Stars.

The Hall of Stars is a semi-open-air oval hall, at least ten meters high, which can accommodate at least a thousand people. There are no walls in the direction of the Stars Square, only a protruding terrace, making this hall look like it is tilted from top to bottom.

An irregular wide column on the side was chopped off - or in other words, a half-covered oval garbage shovel. Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help but smile.

The hall was already half full of people, sitting or standing, at least several hundred people.

The crowds become sparser as they move towards the center. They are well-dressed, quiet and composed, and basically all have seats - these are the aristocrats.

In the center of the hall is an empty round platform, surrounded by seven stone seats with obviously different specifications.

The unique stone seat among them is the throne, and the six stone seats around it belong to the six guardian dukes. On the periphery of the six stone seats, there are thirteen stone seats belonging to the thirteen noble families, forming a large semicircle.

The six stone seats are still empty, but some people are already sitting on the thirteen stone seats. They are all men between the ages of twenty and sixty. They have different heraldic emblems and expressions. There are several people standing behind the seats.

A nervous-looking follower.

The voice he just heard came from the stone seats of the Thirteen Noble Families. Behind one of the stone seats stood a handsome blond man wearing a star-blue vigilance officer uniform. He had a handsome appearance and deep outlines, and he was more feminine.

Compared with the magician Asheida and the "little pretty face" vampire Istrom, they appear more energetic and masculine.

However, this handsome boy was hit hard on the head by a middle-aged nobleman with gray hair and an angry look who was walking towards him with his cane!

The middle-aged noble's clothes were tattooed with the symbols of two towers and a long sword.

"Cohen Karabiyan, where is your aristocratic upbringing? Can you speak human language! Deleh is not only your cousin, but also one of the thirteen noble families, the head of the Croma family! Lord of the Wing Castle and Earl of the Kingdom

!Show some respect!"

A stunned Thales looked at the kingdom's security officer, Cohen Karabiyan, in the dark room. Gritting his teeth, he covered his head and yelled at his father: "Old man, the end is right in front of you anyway."

!One more knock and we’ll go on stage to duel!”

Many people turned their heads this way, but when they saw that it was the seat of the thirteen noble families, they all shook their heads and ignored it.

Why is this noble family so weird?

"Haha, Cohen and I are familiar with each other. This can better show our closeness..." Dele on one side seemed to know the daily life of his uncle and cousin, and quickly waved his hands to smooth things over, while Lobik on the other side was busy messing up.

Holding the old Count Karabyan, he was about to wave his second stick in anger.

"By the way, Cohen, although you are the eldest son of the Karabiyan family... but your father has not arrived yet, how did you get let in?" West City Security Department Director, Lord Robik Dila, quickly changed the subject.

"I'm not very sure either," Cohen rubbed his head and frowned, "I just recovered from the injury I sustained on Hongfang Street a few days ago - old man, please put down your stick, we'll talk about this when we go home - I received the order to go on duty.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of Fuxing Palace, the people from the city defense team and the police department let me in when they saw that I was one of their own. When the guards in the palace heard that I was Karabiyan, they took me into the Hall of Stars."

His father, Lord Vola and old Count Karabiyan, was startled when he heard this.

The old count didn't ask any more questions. He and Count Dele Croma sat down on two stone seats respectively, while several knights, Cohen and Lobik stood behind him.

After listening to their conversation, Thales roughly guessed that these two families were members of the Thirteen Noble Families.

At this moment, the originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

Thales' gaze turned in another direction.

In the distance, two unforgettable figures, surrounded by two teams of entourages, walked into the Hall of Stars on a blue star-patterned carpet.

People on the road naturally moved out of the way, bowed to say hello, or whispered.

Among the two figures, a fat, noble old man smiled honestly and responded to the people on both sides from time to time. A sword and a shield were embroidered on his back, intersecting against the background of the red sun.

That is the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, the Lord of Huigang City, and the Guardian Duke of the East China Sea, Bob Cullen.

Next to him, another middle-aged nobleman in military uniform with a fierce look did not look around, but strode forward with a cold face.

On the chain mail shirt on the chest of the middle-aged noble, you can clearly see a sharp-eyed falcon, holding a branch in its beak and spreading its wings against the white background.

This is the Lord of Cold Castle and the Guardian Duke of the North, Val Arend, who arrived in the royal capital a day ago.

The sun sword and shield and the flying eagle on a white background - their emblems respectively represent the two most powerful families among the six wealthy families.

"Is this a national meeting? This is simply child's play!"

The Duke of the North, who had a scar on his chin, looked angry and did not hide his voice. He could only be heard saying angrily to the fat old man next to him:

"He personally signed the general edict! But he suddenly... let the subordinates get involved. This is simply betrayal! As Prime Minister, you should stop him!"

Around them, the small and medium-sized nobles who heard the conversation between the two dukes quickly lowered their heads or turned away - just kidding, who dares to listen to the six guardian dukes and accuse the supreme king of the stars!

"Although I don't think it's appropriate," Bob Cullen, the white-haired and fat-hearted Duke of the East China Sea, with bulging red cheeks, a precious mink shawl and a protruding belly, said helplessly: "

But I am powerless to stop His Majesty’s will.”

Val snorted dissatisfied, dissatisfied with the Prime Minister's evasion.

The old fat man who sat on the wall and swayed in the wind - how did he get called the "Sword of the Bay" when he was young?

They walked past the Thirteen Stone Seat, and every nobleman present stood up and bowed, even the old Karabiyan and the young Croma were no exception.

"Even if he is the king we swore allegiance to, he can't humiliate us like this!" Valli threw off his cloak and threw it behind him. He saw that he was the warrior's entourage, and he sat down on his seat with a golden sword.

This vicissitudes of life man with a scar on his chin, the white flying eagle on his chest is filled with chills, he is dressed in a chain-mail military uniform, and he holds up his left hand generously, exuding the sharpness and isolation unique to the Northlanders.

He made no secret of his disgust for the king: "I really want to knock that bastard's front teeth off! Just like forty years ago!"

Cohen whispered behind his father's seat: "Even the Duke of the North - how can he talk about His Majesty like this without any concealment?"

"If you grew up with His Majesty and almost married your sister to him," Count Karabyan replied quietly, "you can talk about His Majesty like this."

"Be careful, the guards will soon start to pass the message down. At that time, every word from Twenty Stones will be passed down to the Star Gathering Square." Old Duke Cullen looked at it, sighed slightly, and tremblingly supported him.

He got down and sat on one of the six stone seats: "He is our Majesty after all! We can only hope that the advice will be effective."

These northerners have made no progress in fifty years. The old Duke shook his head in his heart.

At this time, there was an uproar in the crowd, and the noise made up of whispers became louder and louder!

Gilbert's familiar voice came:

"In the name of the Supreme King of the Kingdom of Stars, Kessel Shining Star..."

"Subjects of the kingdom, salute your Majesty!"

Thales raised his eyebrows: he saw a group of people walking into the other side door of the Hall of Stars.

The crowd knelt down on one knee one after another like a wave, and only stood up after the king was far away.

The sturdy King Kessel V, still holding his scepter in one hand, stepped into the Hall of Stars with a cold and majestic expression.

Eight members of the royal guard were closely guarding him.

The king instantly became the focus of the audience. Even though he knelt down on one knee, the whispers from the crowd not only did not decrease, but intensified.

"Your Majesty is here," Duke Donghai patted his fat face and said with a smile, "You might as well make your suggestions to him in person."

"Hmph," the Duke of the North snorted disdainfully: "It seems that as long as I say something, he will listen."

His Majesty Kessel strode toward the stone pedestal. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the location of the dark room, intentionally or unintentionally.

Thales lightly clenched his fist.

He adjusted his breathing and calmed down his mood.

Calm down, Thales.

The main show hasn't started yet.

Behind the Iron Fist King's cloak, a group of people led by Gilbert followed closely, and the mature and tall Jinnie was among them.

Only now did Thales see Gilbert's family crest - it turned out to be a double-sided book.

"Ah, it's our star cunning fox, Earl Castle," the potbellied Duke Cullen of the East China Sea said with a smile: "And Earl Godwin, Viscount Connie, Baron Garth, Lord Clapham... they are all the future of the kingdom.

Hope...and our alert and intelligent palace lady, Ms. Ji Ni."

"The royalists." Val on the stone seat shook his head in disgust, "I hope they will understand soon that the best way to support the king is to find ways to stop their majesty from doing crazy things, rather than to do everything possible to attack the king's arm.

Nineteen nobles—as for that bitch, every second she spends in the palace is an insult to the Arend family."

"Huh-huh-"

"King—King—"

At this moment, an even louder cheer surged up from the open air outside and entered the Hall of Stars!

The hall was suddenly filled with deafening shouts coming from afar.

Many nobles changed their colors one after another, and many high-status commoners whispered to each other excitedly, and some even cheered along.

Thales woke up and realized: this was the cheers of the people in Xingju Square.
To be continued...