g.

"Sorry to interrupt, everyone."

historical

Thales slapped his thigh, leaned against the discussion table, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid, today's imperial conference will end sooner."

In Ballard's room, both the officials and the guards looked at each other and were at a loss.

The king's eyes grew deeper.

Thales looked at the sky outside the window and couldn't help but curl his mouth:

"Or... not too early?"

He suddenly felt a feeling: On the small table in front of him, the continual flowing waves were pulsing, pulling up the lines that were involved back and forth.

At this moment, he stepped into this room, just as if a ship was dividing the water, cutting the numb with a sharp knife.

at last.

"What are you doing," King Kessel's voice sounded in the silence, his biting slowly, very slowly:

"son?"

son.

Hearing this title, Thales felt a little dazed.

"I?"

Thales paused and smiled sincerely:

"I'll save you."

The prince's inexplicable answer made everyone frown.

"Oh?"

In front of everyone, the King of Iron Fist made a voice that looked like a smile.

"help me?"

He leaned back, blended into the darkness where the sun could not reach, and became indifferent again.

It's like anger and madness have reached the extreme, restoring the ultimate peace.

"Yes, father."

Thales has a relaxed and happy attitude, as if he is enjoying a conversation between father and son.

"I'll save you..."

The prince also leaned back and plunged into the warm embrace of the sunset.

Only his eyes were cold.

Like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Free from the burden of that crown."

Thales curled up his mouth and looked at the Ironfist King with a smile.

crown.

As soon as this statement came out, the imperial court officials immediately looked earthy, and the royal guards were all shocked.

Gilbert was panicked, and screamed:

"Your Highness!"

At that moment, the light in King Kessel's eyes changed back and forth, evolving countless.

But it ended up in one place.

Directly shot the smile of the Duke of Xinghu.

Thales raised his eyebrows and his smile stiffened.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Amid the fear and gaffe of countless people, Thales reacted and pointed to King Kessel’s forehead that was not crowned today, and smiled apologetically:

"It's not on your head."

(End of this chapter)