Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 48: The Heart

Fuxing Palace, this is the most important, central and highest building in Yongxing City.

In the late 34th year of the reign of Tomon, he modeled the semi-pyramid palace surrounded by the walls of the six palaces, following the style of the palace of the empire of the ancient empire. Later, at least six of the Kings were expanded or repaired. Under the hands of countless skilled craftsmen, the palace and the walls were classically and mottled. The layout of the palace was atmospheric and majestic, and more than six hundred years of washing, let the revival The palace is full of vicissitudes.

Above the 225 steps, it is the hall of the stars supported by twenty-four giant columns. It is grand and wide. It is dedicated to convene the country, the north part of the open-air hall, and the condescending ground outside the palace wall. Star Plaza - the largest commercial plaza in the Central District, the south is the convening room of the Imperial Conference, and the middle is a large large conference hall, which can accommodate a large number of nobles gathered here.

At this time, in the front meeting room, on both sides of the table, two people were sitting. Under the two lights, the atmosphere was quiet and heavy.

The thirty-ninth-generation king of the stars, the strong King Kaiser V, put down the letter report on his hand and looked up at the nobleman opposite the dusty servant.

The king of the kingdom of the castle, the guardian of the northern border, the 49-year-old Val Allend squinted and looked back at his master.

As one of the homeowners of the six kingdoms of the kingdom, Vale is not so "extraordinary", mostly thanks to the scar that extends from his chest to his chin. He shaved his neat round short hair, making it almost impossible to see his brown hair color.

The face of Val is different from the common stars. His eyes were dark, his eyes were sharp, his nose was high and his lips were prominent. The **** on his chin was densely packed. The whole person looked sharp and angular. The chain armor on his body also carried the chill of the north, and the melted frost water flowed from time to time.

And his chest and shoulders, from the ancient empire, graze the head of the six giants of the Northland - the white eagle emblem of the Arunde family, lifelike, mouth-to-snow, and prestige to Kessel Open its claws.

"Iron Eagle" Duke Val Allen, he is more like a warrior killed by the front line, rather than the lord of wealth.

“It’s an impressive birthday gift for the 48th birthday, Duke Aarond.” Kessel was cold and authentic.

"So?" Val did not show his head weakly, glaring at his king: "Would you like to kill me here to take responsibility?"

"Kerther's Majesty without the heir?"

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Mind reading?

Unbelievable Tyles can even hear his heart and beat it irregularly.

Looking at Morat's haze, he thought bitterly: What else can I hide?

"Mr. Little, don't be too surprised," Morat gently stroked the root of his hand, the same as his appearance, the unremarkable blackwood cane: "You know, you look so much, I see too much. ""

"From the criminal," Morat reveals the broken teeth and smiles horrorly: "To the king."

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." Morat laughed in vain.

Facing such a person... such a terrible person...

Haha...

The mood of Tyres has been completely chaotic.

I am simply...

Just at this time!

"calm."

A voice came from the ear.

"He has been cheating."

Tyres was shocked!

He slaps on the banquet table - the sudden voice of the young voice, making him a big shock.

Morat laughed and looked at him strangely.

"Don't shake it. Now I can only hear the singer's sound."

Tyres smothered the corner of the banquet table and stared at Morat, transforming the horror of the voice into a fear of Morat's mind-reading.

"He doesn't have to read the heart!" The tender loli sound was in the ear.

Will not read mind?

"But he can judge the existence of lies." Mysterious voice.

Tyres forced himself to close his eyes by pressing the mood that had been disrupted.

A memory comes back.

"Hua Ren, the research object of psychology focuses on the behavior and psychology between individuals, and our research object is biased towards the behavior and psychology of the group. There is a wide difference between the two." An old professor smoked a pipe and spit out a cigarette. Wu Haoren, who turned annoyedly on the first draft of the paper, smiled and said:

"But one thing is common. Human behavior and psychology have always been unpredictable, unpredictable, and miraculous of the law of paradox. In the face of such a miracle, researchers must be humble."

"You also know that efforts to cover all human social phenomena with one or more macro theories have long been criticized."

"Because it never exists, it can completely understand the possibility of the people."

The memory of past life has passed away like a tide, and it has fallen into the sea of ​​memory that he has already had a considerable scale.

Thales blinked his eyes and looked at the black prophet who was looking forward to him and waiting for him to answer.

The fire was almost there, Morat Hansen silently, and he narrowed his eyes with interest and looked at the little boy in front of him.

Just, look at his appearance, is there really anything that is unavoidable, was concealed by Jodel?

Morat pinches the crutches - very good, just take a look at how many lies he can say.

It’s not so simple to verify Jod’s words today, but to find clues about the new magician.

Morat breathed a sweet air, a luxurious and decadent breath.

More importantly... come to see the king of the future stars, and in his heart, cultivate respect and awe of the secrets of the kingdom.

And rely on and obey.

One of the kings who are "who have a vision" like Kessel, one is enough.

The stars are only in the darkness, and they can shine.

Morat thought with satisfaction.

"Next, I have to listen carefully." At this time, the loli of the ear of Teres sounded authentic.

"He didn't know what they had said."

"He only knows what he said."

"I can't pass the sound anymore, he found it."

"Protect yourself, allies."

The leak in the ear was serious, but it made him feel familiar and awkward at the moment, and never heard it again.

Taylors breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, although he was still scared on the surface, his heart had already regained his arms.

But it's another game - he told himself.

His gray scorpion continued to stretch and eventually focused on the Morat in front of him.

The brain that was once blocked by shock and fear was also turned in time.

First, clarify the existing information.

Morat is lying - after the reminder of mysterious Lori, he calmly judged this.

First, I met a magician.

Second, the magician told me something.

Third, the magician found out, I am the next magician.

The secret that Taylor needs to hide is the three layers of progressive information. The problem is - this three layers of information, Yodel knows!

If Jodel tells Morat everything...the "Black Prophet" will not be here at all, and the possibility of waiting for me is Eichda's so-called "legendary anti-magic armed".

I shouldn't doubt Yodel, from Red Square Street to Manor Manor, he did everything he could to ensure my safety - Tyres told himself with apologies.

[He didn't know what they had said] - the voice told himself: Morat didn't know that the magician and Tells had spoken.

So - Morat from the beginning, only know the first layer, as for the other, he is lying, in the words of Tyres!

And he is still stupidly hooked up, his panic-stricken performance, probably has been put on the second floor.

[He only knows what he said] - the voice also said: Morat only knows what Morat himself said.

The only sure thing about Morat’s words is that Ahidah discovered a new magician!

But that's all. Joel should only tell him half of the third floor. He doesn't know who the new magician is!

[He doesn't bother to read the heart] - Since Morat will not read the mind, so his role in holding the nose and using the power is to pretend to lie to me!

The reason why he can vow to find out the image of the magical master of the gas from my "brain" - I am so stupid, how can the mystery be seen in the case of Aishida that has not been changed for hundreds of years? I don't know what he looks like?

As for the energy ball in the hands of Aishida - the same reason, the air wall must be the famous signature skill of Aishida!

He likes to get used to the meatballs. After the Red Square Street War, the body that was pinched into the ball must have been discovered!

There is also the darkness of the night at Hongfang Street - this is not nonsense! Even a five-level alert officer can say this in the aftermath of the investigation!

Therefore, this guy's so-called mind reading - Tyres frowned, hate to think - are Morat decorated with known information, to hold me, force me to illusion!

Let's confirm this.

"Lord Hansen," Teres raised his head in horror, shivering slightly: "Since - since you will read the mind, why bother to ask me?"

"You read my thoughts directly..."

"Dare," Morat smiled slightly, holding a cane and snoring: "The brain of the person being read will have more or less damage."

"And you are the master of my future."

Then how dare you dare! ? Taylor snarled in his heart.

"However, if you want to save trouble, I can only follow your wishes and go directly into your brain. I will try not to hurt..." Morat's smile is not diminished, and Taylor's left hand is extended.

"No, no! No!" Taylors waved his hand in horror. "Or I will tell you directly."

Looking at the look of Tyres, Morat shook his head in the bottom of his heart.

After all, it’s just a seven-year-old child.

"Follow the orders." The black prophet bowed his head and his mouth was slightly tilted.

Tyre’s heart is now completely affirmed.

Hey me!

Hey me!

Call_a_bluff!

With such a good acting, why don't you go to the Temple of the Night!

but……

[But he can judge the existence of lies] - Only this point, let Taylor especially care.

Unknown black technology human lie detector?

That is to say, in front of the Black Prophet, I can't make it out of thin air. I can only cover up and conceal the key to real life with "partial truth."

Part of the truth.

Taylors lamented in his heart: Why didn't I go to the journalism department at the beginning?

With a small cover recommendation, on the fantasy classification page, a little happy.

Seeking a collection, asking for a ticket, and asking for Amway!

By a serious face without a sword

(End of this chapter)