Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Chapter 577 Lying

The Thales subconsciously pushed the wheelchair, and the surrounding environment was blurred in the dark. Only the silhouette of the old man in front of him was as clear as it was, which made people uneasy.

Fuck.

This is the first word the teenager thought of.

He stared solemnly at Morate in the wheelchair, accidentally touching the black veined vines, which caused the latter to contract.

Damn.

Even if you know the truth of “reading your mind”, even after six years of experience, even if you already think that you are quite prepared…

Black Prophet is still the Black Prophet.

Even if there is no clue or evidence, you can still follow the smell of deception and lies and smell the truth.

His father, his grandfather, the rulers on the Supreme Throne, how did they face this Old Monster?

How can they rest assured that such a poisonous snake, a dark character full of insidious characters from beginning to end, holds an important position in his imperial meeting and holds the power of intelligence?

Thales held the wheelchair.

But more importantly…

At that moment, everything in the Saberstooth Camp and the Bone Prison, whether it was Quickline, Sackel or Barney, they passed one after another in front of Thales.

【You have been tortured, escape alive suffer untold hardships …not for changing a pair of shackles…】

Those people…

The debt they bear, the suffering they have suffered, the pain they experienced…

Thales tightened the muscles in his arm.

“Your Highness?”

Morate still didn’t look back, leaving Thales with a hollow, thin backside outline.

In contrast to the endless haze he brought.

Thales gently lifts the head.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“What to commit?”

No.

At that moment, the teenager said silently, no way.

No matter how intimidating Black Prophet is, he never wants to break through from him.

He must keep this line.

Regardless of the cost.

Morate sneered:

“I believe Yodel must have told you not to be in front of me…”

“Lie?” Thales snapped, interrupting Black Prophet.

Morate looks slightly.

“You are right,” decided that Thales no longer wanted to think about it:

“I did lie.”

“At this moment, right in front of you.”

Prince’s expression is underserved, and the next sentence is even more indifferent:

“What about then?”

Black Prophet figure stopped.

The corridor was deserted and dim, only Thales’s footsteps echoed back and forth without regard, covering the demonic rustling of demonic vines.

“I lied.”

With a will that doesn’t care about clenching his teeth, Thales coldly said:

“Because I don’t want to tell you the truth, and I don’t want to embarrass each other.”

“And your damn reading Psionic-I don’t know how much is true-every time this layer of tacit understanding must be torn apart, leaving no room to push us together into the corner of the wall?”

Morate slowly turned his head and looked at Thales with a rare look.

But Thales is not finished yet, he looked back at Black Prophet, trying to forget the fear of rooting and sprouting when he first met:

“Why.”

“To prove that you can do this? To show your power? To get the chips you want? In order to hold me in control of me?”

Thales evokes the crime of the prison river, and strives to stabilize his heartbeat breathing, blocking possible emotions.

He imagined that at this moment he became a heart of stone, impervious to sword or spear.

The corridor was quiet for a moment.

“Because this is my job, child.”

Morate speaks slowly, his voice is hoarse and dry, and his mood is not good:

“Be safe in danger and erase threats.”

Thales step one stopped.

The wheelchair stopped abruptly, causing Morate to shake slightly.

The footsteps are no longer there, the dimness is still there, and only the demon flesh and blood in the wheelchair is shrinking and expanding in the corridor, wriggling and curling, and the strange rustling sound adds another trace of silence to the atmosphere.

“Then this is my choice, Lord Lord.”

Several seconds later, Duke Xinghu’s voice without emotion sounded:

“I lied because of my interests and considerations.”

“What about then?”

In an invisible angle, Black Prophet narrowed his eyes slightly.

“And you used the wrong name, Morate,” Second Prince stared at the darkness ahead: “There is no “child” here.”

“Only Thales · Jadestar.”

Morate was silent for a moment, then lightly snorted.

“Your choice?”

“Even if your choice may endanger the kingdom?”

“Even if your willfulness may violate your father…”

Bang!

Thales fiercely slapped on Morate’s wheelchair, which caused the demon vines to violently squirm, and also blocked Black Prophet’s words in a loud noise.

“Then let him come to me.”

Black Prophet expression congeals.

In the next second, Thales put his strength in his hand and slowly turned the wheelchair around, so that the old man with the wind and candles could face him.

At the same time, he also forced himself to face the head of the well-known Secret Intelligence Department.

“Go, tell him.”

Thales’s voice was very soft, but he had no emotion, and it was chilling.

“Tell him that I have hidden an imperial guard who is well-known for imprisonment and who is out of the ordinary, who wants to commit crimes,” his words suddenly changed:

“Let me make a coup at a critical moment and win the Renaissance Palace to become king.”

Black Prophet did not speak.

The demon vines on his legs were surging again.

Morate took a few breaths and seemed to be adjusting.

“How?”

The Duke of Star Lake reached out his hands, pressed the arms of both sides, and slowly leaned down, approaching Morate senile’s face-although it was not comfortable.

“He sent me here, isn’t it just to make you ask about such a thing?”

Thales looked directly at Black Prophet at a very close distance, and even counted the wrinkles on the other person’s face:

“Living in peace, erasing threats?”

The darkness around seemed to be more arrogant, invading everything in sight, leaving only the two people facing each other.

Morate’s eyes were still, and he didn’t move, and Thales couldn’t get any information from it.

But he knew that he couldn’t step back.

Finally, like a century later, a smile climbed onto the old man’s face.

“I have to admit that this was an unexpected surprise.”

Morate looked at Thales carefully, he said:

“Your Excellency the Duke.”

Thales also twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an insincere smirk.

“There are a lot of things you didn’t expect,” he let go of his arm and straightened up, calling for the other party’s nickname: “You are not the only ones who are tired of wiping buttocks for others.”

“Black Prophet.”

Morate leaned on the back of the chair, and the movement of the movement stimulated the black veined vines for a while.

“You look confident, Duke Thales,” the head of the Secret Intelligence Department’s eyes narrowed:

“Confident that those prisoners fleeing outside will not pose a threat—whether to you, to your father, or to the loss of your relationship.”

Thales coldly snorted.

“What about then?”

Prince repeated this sentence for the third time, looking like frost.

He spoke softly in the next second:

“The same thing, my uncle, former Second Prince, hasn’t Horace Jadestar already done it in the bloody year?”

Black Prophet’s eyes widened.

“He secretly hired outlaws such as Black Sword, bought assassins of the phantom shield, provoked thousands of people in the king’s capital, deceived the guards in the guards, made them cooperate in cooperation, and won the coup at the critical moment, and even Assassination of the first king and the first crown prince.”

Thales expressionless, the tone does not care:

“Until he was on the eve of his return to the throne, he died in the betrayal of the former Duke of South Downs.”

“Never again, neither my father nor you are that stupid.”

The old man in the wheelchair was silent for a long time, and he looked at Thales for a long time.

He looked into Thales’ eyes, as if looking at a treasure:

“You are really good at gathering intelligence, aren’t you?”

But Thales, regardless of the other party’s answer, just stared straight at Morate:

“So you know.”

The crime of the prison river roars in blood vessels, helping Prince to resist other impulses:

“Those prisoners of the bones, you know, some of them act on orders, some have no choice, some are spelled by circumstances, some don’t know what to do, some don’t know.”

Black Prophet just stared at him tightly, silently.

“Communicate the enemy?”

Thales sneered:

“They may have failed their duties, but more of it is for the blood of the Jadestar royal family to fight and bear the crime.”

He remembered the little Barney in the bone prison and the dead Nai and Naki who gritted his teeth and said:

“Buried in the past.”

Morate closed his eyes, lightly took a deep breath, and seemed to be enjoying the dim light and depressed atmosphere.

“I get it.”

Black Prophet slowly opened his eyes and looked directly at Thales:

“About why you let them go.”

Thales do not hide, meet each other’s eyes, nodded and said:

“Never seen the daylight for more than ten years, they have paid the price.”

“And at least the day I saw them, they completely apologized.”

He sneered:

“It is more useful than a certain loophole, only Intelligence Section that understands wiping buttocks afterwards.”

Morate did not justify, but just continued to stare at him, deep and unmeasurable in his heart.

“So, I gave them freedom as a reward.”

Thales continued, with a tone of resolute and decisive, which cannot be refuted: “In a manner that is the lowest key, safest, most in the interest of the kingdom, and does not detract from the royal family’s reputation.”

Prince took a deep breath and adjusted his mood:

“Now, Morate Hansen, Lord Lord.”

“Or, you go to my father and tell him that his only son is sheltering the fugitive from the dead, and he is coveting a big position, and he should be eradicated as soon as possible to prevent future troubles.”

Black Prophet rubbed a demon vine on the arm of the chair with a deep expression.

“And I will talk to him directly, one on one, face to face, king to king.”

“I will go to bear his anger.”

Thales’s eyes are solemn:

“But this part is just something between me and him, no longer need you to intervene, Lord Hansen.”

He carried the arrogance felt in King Nunn and King Kessel, coldly said:

“Because as a Jadestar, I only answer another Jadestar’s question.”

Be quiet in the hallway.

Morate looked back at him without discerning emotions.

Thales narrowed his eyes:

“Or, you will take care of yourself.”

“Put the nose sniffing around before me, converge your self-proclaimed prophet Psionic, control the secret voyeurism of the Secret Intelligence Department, and less of these lies that I want to tell, less of such strange Threatens me.”

Silently grabbed control of the conversation.

The endless rust of the demon’s flesh and ears is heard in the ear, like the rat and rattle, and the mosquito and fly.

The next second, Thales complexion turned cold!

He suddenly reached out and grabbed a restless black veined vine by the arm of the chair.

The demon flesh on the wheelchair shakes violently.

Black Prophet’s expression slightly changed.

“Let this damn, noisy thing, shut up, shut up.”

The crime of the prison river surged, and Thales gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly pulling it out, and fell to the ground.

“Or I will.”

He coldly said.

The effect was immediate, and the flesh and blood of the demon immediately moved away from the direction of Thales and “escaped” to other parts of the wheelchair.

The murmur disappeared.

Throughout the whole process, Thales stared at Black Prophet, his eyes never moving.

Morate calmed his breath, but carelessly looked at the vine that struggled on the ground, gradually lost its activity, and finally turned into a dead branch.

The vision is far-reaching.

After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked towards Thales again.

“The journey to the North is truly extraordinary, Your Excellency the Duke.”

“in the past, you are not so stingy, even if you take the initiative to attack, it is inevitable that you will be in a hurry and be awkward.”

Morate narrowed his eyes, with emotion and surprise:

“But, look at you: threats or extortion, toughness or spying, it’s handy, like instinct.”

“What changed you?”

What changed me?

【Think carefully, what did you look like after you became Prince? 】

【Are you still you, or Thales? 】

[Or has it… changed into something else? 】

Thales’s brow furrowed, and let go of what Kuai Sheng once said.

“Nothing.”

He straightened his waist and forced himself to say:

“Only I am born like this.”

“And you wake up too late.”

Morate was silent for a while.

“They must be very important to you, right,” the old man in a wheelchair is interested:

“Those who want to commit crimes.”

Thales coldly snorted.

“Save it, if you want to mention the ‘eliminating weaknesses’ argument six years ago,” Prince recalled the frankness in Ballard’s room, disdainful:

“My father has been chattering all morning.”

Black Prophet didn’t speak and was still waiting for his answer.

Thales looked away and tried to forget the people in the bone prison.

“It’s not them that matter.”

“It’s me,” he gritted his teeth: “My principles, my rules, my choices.”

“Loyalty must be fat-cough-return.”

Duke Xinghu lowered his head and looked directly at Morate:

“People who hurt me must pay a price.”

“Do you understand, Lord?”

The silence at this time lasted particularly long.

Until Morate, who was watching him silently, raised the corner of his mouth and laughed strangely.

The vines on his legs are still creeping, but the amplitude is much more convergent.

Looking at the other person’s smile, Thales struggled to hold back the uneasiness in his heart.

“Don’t worry, Your Excellency, I’m not such a ruthless person.”

Black Prophet put his hands on his knees and squinted:

“Since you have opened your mouth and guaranteed it yourself, then we will give a face anyway.”

At that moment, Thales relieved in his heart.

“Again, eighteen years.”

Morate gently knocked on the wheelchair, seeming to appease it, while gazing attentively:

“The old people of the Renaissance Palace have long been outdated, the damage is limited, and the waves can’t be turned over, so I naturally don’t have to waste my budget and issue a warrant.”

Well, except perhaps one person.

Information director came back to his senses, grinned:

“Just, Lord Duke, please give us more trust next time.”

Trust?

Thales wrinkled frowned.

“Williams is unprofessional after all,” Black Prophet indifferently said:

“Secret death department is not something that Secret Intelligence Department can’t arrange.”

He glanced at Thales:

“And you don’t have to use this deafness way to show your love and avoid misfortune?”

Thales has a stiff mind and a difficult opening:

“Of course.”

Black Prophet smile:

“But sooner or later you will know, do you understand?”

Thales for a while:

“Of course.”

“Can we continue, then, Lord Duke?”

Thales took a deep breath, re-hold the back of the wheelchair (black veined vines fled to the other side again), turned it in the right direction, and hidden Morate’s face in the invisible darkness:

“Of course.”

Thales took their steps and they moved forward again.

“Very well, you are on the way.” Morate said leisurely.

Thales move:

“What?”

“I have been in the Secret Intelligence Department for a long time, child.”

At this time, Morate’s words are a bit sighed:

“I don’t know when to start, no matter who it is in front of me, everyone becomes cautious and cowering.”

“And as for a person who feels comfortable and has no burden, and is not afraid of lying to me?”

Not afraid of those who panic about Black Prophet…

Thales thought about this sentence carefully.

Morate continued:

“Since the death of Prince Xian and Crown Prince Midier in the Scarlet Year, only the setting sun knows that it has been a long, long time in my life and I have never met such a person.”

He chuckled slightly, as if remembering something, and slowly shook his head.

Thales is weird.

I can’t believe it, he actually felt in the words of this fierce intelligence leader… missed and sentimental?

“So before that?”

Thales asks:

“My uncle, my grandfather, how do you get along when they stand in front of you?”

Black Prophet was silent for a second.

“Like just now, you are the same.”

Thales was stagnant, but he adjusted back quickly.

“Whether it is the first king or the first crown prince, they never fear or lie in front of me—even if they know that I have the ability to recognize the lies they say.”

In the endless darkness and desertion, Morate is quiet and authentic:

“And do you know why?”

Thales thinking.

Addy II and Crown Prince Midier…

They never fear or worry, they lie in front of Black Prophet?

Thales was a little surprised.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the image of the two of King Kessel telling them in the tomb of the stars, and also recalled the king who was the enemy of the world mentioned by Saackel in the bone prison.

But he responded quickly.

“Power.”

Thales thought and said:

“Because they have power.”

“They are not afraid of you.”

“I don’t care what you know.”

He stared blankly at the back of Black Prophet:

“As a servant downstream of power, you have no motivation and need to expose their lies.”

I don’t know why, at this moment, Thales thinks of the night when he and Kuaishen debunk each other’s identity.

【This has nothing to do with your strength, Thales. On the contrary, the greater your power, the greater the power, the tighter the chain and the deeper the hoop, the more unable to break free. 】

【Like our father. 】

“Good talk!”

Black Prophet laughed abruptly.

He smiled for a few seconds before slowing his tone.

“Power.”

“Only power.”

Morate’s words are full of exclamations:

“Power does not lie about lying.”

“In a way, it likes to lie, is willing to lie, and is good at lying. The power it possesses can only flow in lies, distinguish between enemies and foes, and demonstrate existence.”

His tone slowly tightened, teaching Thales to be alert for no reason:

“When it is truly contrary to will and nature, it makes those who have improper feelings become insensitive, persuade themselves, let them give up questioning, and believe lies, then it can become a real power.”

Thales was a little bit distracted.

“Emperor’s new clothes, elephants in the room.”

Prince’s quiet and authentic way:

“They lied to us, we knew they were lying, and they knew we knew they were lying, but they kept lying like this, and we just pretended to believe them.”

Black Prophet tasted it for a while, and hummed suspiciously.

“It’s not what I said,” Thales came back to his senses, coughing:

“It’s a female writer…something from Northland.”

Morate was silent for a while, it seemed to be recalling, and then denied:

“No, there is absolutely no such argument in Northland.”

Thales was embarrassed first, then smiled.

“No,” he said without hesitation:

“I’m lying.”

Black Prophet smile:

“I know.”

Thales lightly snorted:

“Yes, I know you know.”

He lifts the head, looked towards the road ahead, and there is a door at the end of the corridor:

“So, when I lie next time, please ask me to understand.”

Morate exhales one breath saying, seems very satisfied:

“Welcome to the boat, Duke Thales.”

Thales was silent for a while:

“My pleasure, Lord Hansen.”

Black Prophet ordered nodded, and said:

“It’s just that you have to understand that when I know the truth but I don’t expose you—I’m lying too.”

His statement has a deep meaning:

“Don’t get used to it too much.”

Thales is unreal in front of him.

【Twist, Thales, twist. 】

【They are all twisted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, captured by power, enslaved, and lost. 】

【In that chain, they turned into something else: indifferent tools, cold-blooded scum, suspicious tyrants, but no longer alone. 】

“Of course,” Thales was awkward, no longer thinking about fast rope:

“Of course.”

The boy’s footsteps are moving forward steadily.

Somehow, after some negotiations and temptations with Black Prophet, he clearly lifted the crisis and stopped the threats for the guard prisoners and fast ropes.

It can be different from every previous escape.

This time, he didn’t feel the slightest ease.

There was a moment of relief.

On the contrary, at this time, especially when Black Prophet was laughing, Thales only felt that the burden on him was getting heavier.

Tightening.

It is difficult to escape.

He squeezed the wheelchair unconsciously.

“The last question, child.”

Thales’s ears were tight, and he was reminded of infinite vigilance.

“Can it be smoother?”

Under Thales’s quirky expression, the CEO of the Secret Intelligence Department leaned back on the back of the chair and gave a frustrated breath:

“You are about to push me apart.”

——————

Finally, in the complex mood of embarrassment and anxiety, Thales followed the instructions and pushed Morate into a dim room.

Thales released the wheelchair and undoubtedly looked at this strange room with simple decoration, small size and poor visibility. The biggest feature is that they are inlaid with a huge mirror on the wall opposite them, barely reflecting him A blurred silhouette of sitting and standing with Morate.

However, at the next moment, a light spot appeared on the mirror surface, and the whole mirror lit up.

Thales frowned, but then he noticed that another larger room and Raphael stood in the “mirror”.

“One-way glass,” Morate chuckled: “It’s made by infiltrating Lijing, and it’s expensive.”

“We can see them, they can’t see us.”

I know, who I have seen, bluff.

Thales, who was upset, pressed the sentence above into his heart.

“Where is this?”

“Interrogation room.”

Morate simply answered:

“Please also be quiet, Your Highness, we still can’t do a perfect one-way sound—it can’t be done cheaply.”

Thales wrinkled frowned, looking at the room on the other side of the glass, Raphael said something to several subordinates, who exited the door.

The boneless man turned around and slightly nodded in the direction of Black Prophet and Thales.

“Who to interrogate?”

Thales doubted:

“Anker Bailar last night?”

Morate did not answer Prince, but looked around the dim surroundings with emotion:

“Ah, no matter here or there, I really miss this place.”

“Especially this glass is of great significance. When we moved, we almost moved it intact.”

“Why?” Thales stared at Raphael on the other side.

Black Prophet lightly snorted.

“Eighteen years ago,” he pointed to the one-way glass, an old-fashioned attitude that turned out to be just the opposite, and his eyes were radiant:

“The other side of this glass is seated with the Eckstedt nobleman who is just in age but notorious.”

“Earl from the Black Sand Collared Mountton.”

He whispered a name:

“Famous Name-Chaman Rumba.”

Thales was taken aback and looked at the glass again.

“And here, I am standing at your position. As for my position, sitting the crown prince of the stars…”

Morate exhales one breath saying, full of memory:

“Midier Jadestar.”

In the dim and depressed room, Black Prophet said slowly:

“Dragon chick eats the dragon king, the vow will end, the new blood will cover the old blood, and the furnace will be opened.”

“In that year, dragon’s blood — aiming at the head of the enemy’s chief, opened the revival for the stars, and put the top secret plan of the final game on the chessboard of the wise men — on both sides of this glass, Was born out of nowhere.”

“The rules are simple: they lie to us, we know they’re lying, they know we know they’re lying, but they keep lying to us, and we keep pretending to believe them.”—Elena Gorokhova, A Mountain of Crumbs, 2010

(End of this chapter)