Chapter 564

Tells was sitting in his seat, but he didn't feel his body.

He realized that in the Yuqian conference room at this moment, only he was facing the king.

You can't ignore it, and you can't avoid it by bowing your head.

"This morning, when the northern military situation arrives, it's about Longxiao City ..."

King Kessel's voice sounded in a small room, less of the echo and sense of openness in the chamber.

But it makes people feel more bored.

"Kilbert insisted that his students come to watch, saying that this is the prince's" practical course. "

"However, even in Yuqian, he was not so anxious when he was nagging for your farce last night."

Thales thought of Gilbert, grateful and sad at the same time.

"Today, Bob Cullen specifically mentioned the increasing rampage of pirates from the north, saying that he would reorganize Huigang Navy and protect the trade interests of the seven ports in the East China Sea."

Kessel sat on the throne, unable to illuminate the darkness in his figure without turning off the lights.

"The people of Gosted hurried to the Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Department early in the morning to check the amount of grain exports from the local to Yadi land, mostly for the grains grown in the North, on the grounds that they were preparing to purchase seeds for spring cultivation. "

Tells tried to take a breath.

Prime Minister Cullen and the one-eyed dragon on the cliff.

"As for Exeter ..."

The king snorted and revealed disdain in his words:

"The elk city missions have been in Yongxing City for a long time, but they have been very suffocated. It wasn't until after the banquet last night that they released the crow that communicated with the country."

"The Northlanders who rebuilt the tower had clean hands and feet, but could not grasp the handle. Unfortunately, the Doyle family had a bad luck and shook out the sale of private grains."

Jorge of Elk City, and Levi of the Reconstruction Tower.

Tells stared at the map on the table.

"You ran back and forth for the girl, thinking it was done in a hidden way."

The Iron Fist King ’s voice suddenly tightened, like a scattered magical energy gun, focusing on Taylors:

"In fact, every move, nothing to escape."

Thales suddenly felt dry.

Obviously, the tea in Ballard's room was not prepared for the Duke of Star Lake.

"And I thought you came to the Yuqian meeting, you can stop in front of the foreign minister, put away your estrus tail feathers.

"Obviously ..."

"I underestimated you, the Duke of Star Lake, or the determination of Polaris."

King Kessel paused, repeating the word coldly but ironically:

"for love?"

The king's words fell.

Tells raised his head.

"but……"

The teenager subconsciously refuted:

"That's not love."

Not ...

The king's gaze pierced out of the darkness, penetrating the sun unstoppably.

Has descended upon Tells.

"Not love?"

His father responded with contempt:

"That would be worse than love."

"Is it a desire for youthful beauty? Or an interest in conquering noble women?"

Kessel V's voice thundered:

"Or do you mean that you are a boar with high toes and can only rely on the swaying sun to find self-esteem?"

Teres closed his eyes.

In the past six years, the collection room, hero hall, shield area, dining room, study room ... countless memory scenes struck at that moment, but none of them helped the situation at hand.

But we are not.

Selma.

No.

The teenager clenched his fists.

He breathed hard, struggling to drive out the discomfort he hadn't felt in the past six years.

why.

Why is he so uncomfortable, sulking, out of control, and irritable?

"Do not."

Thales raised his head and spoke hard to defend.

"My relationship with Selma is good. That's right."

He resisted the cold eyes of the Iron-Fisted King, just like the icy wind and snow, but also withdrawn from his heart.

You cannot escape.

Find a way out.

Face him directly.

It's like facing opponents in the past: King Nunn, King Chaman ...

"But beyond personal friendship, I treat her ..."

Face him

Face it directly.

Face to face ... they.

Tails took a deep breath and finally said the sentence:

"I am responsible to her."

At that moment, Thales felt that the surrounding air circulated like his words and thoughts.

A rhetorical question came from the dark room, not much better than before:

"responsibility?"

Tells found himself nodding slightly.

"Yes."

"Six years ago, I personally-no, it should be said that you and the kingdom put the power of the country to send the girl to the throne of the Royal Palace."

King Kessel did not speak.

The boy looked at the king's eyes and slowly recovered his thoughts, firming his tone:

"The whole star goes up and down ..."

"We are all responsible."

The prince seemed to return to the state when he faced the princes in Exeter, and the words gradually became fluent:

"And I don't think that this responsibility is a meaningless moral burden."

Thales suddenly discovered that the Ballard room actually had many windows.

But it was cold, not light, that entered the room through them.

"Because of what happened six years ago, the girl was naturally close to us and close to the stars."

Duke Xinghu clarified his logic, methodically:

"In Exeter, in Longxiao City, in a group that is incompatible with us from interest to concept, this is especially valuable."

The king remained motionless.

Only the eyes are still there.

"So I believe that Selma can be trusted and expected."

"My attention and help to her, even from the perspective of the kingdom, is by no means meaningless."

Tells tried his best to be a servant of the imperial court. His words were confident and firm, just like Thoreau and Juke just now:

"As I said, she is enough to be an ally of the stars."

He stared closely at his father.

King Kessel chuckled.

"Star Ally?"

He spoke hoarsely, like a beast opening his eyes from hibernation:

"Or your weakness?"

weakness.

Somehow, Thales suddenly remembered the black prophet that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Think of their first meeting.

Taylor swallowed his throat.

"I understand your concerns."

He took out his full armor, woke up with twelve points of spirit, and regarded the people in front of him as enemies like Nunn and Chaman:

"One of the Commas people told me: Doing business can't just look at numbers and profits. Sometimes, you have to do word of mouth and connections."

The king snorted:

"business?"

But Taylors just continued:

"Even in the most common wars, our allies will be attacked, our friends will be attacked, and our robes will also be threatened."

"And this does not mean that they are our weakness."

Tells tightens the male duck's voice that has not yet passed the voice change period, so that he can sound more mature and rational:

"in contrast."

"To make a profit, you must take a relative risk."

"So last night, for our benefit, I couldn't stand idly by."

He must be determined and must be affirmed.

"Because I believe that the girl will bring us greater value and benefits."

Tails looked at the eyes that were so dazzling in the dark that he tried to raise his own shield.

King Kessel remained silent for a long time.

It took a long time for Tyers to stiffen even in a sitting position.

at last.

"we."

Iron Fist King sneered:

"You use" us "to hold your truth."

"You tell me this is what‘ we ’should do.”

At the next moment, the king pressed the arm of the chair.

Kessel came to the sun from darkness, exposing his figure, his face, and his eyes like a stone statue.

And the nine-pointed star logo on the clothing.

It is more obvious than the logo on the neckline of Tyers.

"But what about yourself?"

Somehow, this action of the king made Taylors chill.

Like a fierce beast showing fingers from the fog.

"Your own feelings, your own intentions, your own considerations, your own preferences ..."

Only the king said coldly:

"Where are you yourself?"

Where am I?

Tells frowned.

He didn't think about the other, and responded to the situation:

"I am in" us "."

"If you can balance sincerity beyond the interests and standpoints of the kingdom and live up to my personal friendship with her, then you will be happy ..."

But the king's response followed suit:

"Do not."

Kessel's voice is smooth, but it has its own majestic majesty:

"You are pretending to be in" us "."

Tells frowned.

"Because you think that I am a star born, rational and calm, and only the cruel king of the kingdom in my eyes."

The Iron Fist King's words are extremely indifferent:

"Despise feelings and impulses, and only consider the gains and losses."

"So you've racked your brains and your lips, just to pretend to be similar to me, to face me."

Tells froze for a second.

"To prove that what you have done is in line with the principle of interests and political considerations," the king's words were unsurprising:

"Let me convince you of your words."

"Thereby letting go of your arrogance and letting go of your girlfriend."

Tells to wait to refute, but the Iron Fist King's next sentence made him completely frozen:

"It's like your usual trick: to understand the opponent's means, the opponent's logic, and then defeat them on their battlefield."

Kessel snorted and rubbed his fingers gently:

"Taking King Nunn with a smart calculation."

"Fight Charman Rumba with a desperation."

"Take Williams against flying ..."

"Or like last night."

"Using the weaknesses of human nature to play the game with Kevin Deere's kid."

Tells stared at each other in a daze.

he knows.

The king's words echoed in Tells's mind.

The usual trick ...

Pretend to be similar to him, to face him ...

The teenager suddenly had an illusion that he felt stripped from top to bottom at the moment, and was standing naked in front of the king.

There is nothing to hide, no way to follow, and no escape.

"But some things can't be disguised."

Kessel V raised his eyes.

"Just last night."

last night.

The pupil of Tells moved.

The Iron Fist King stared at him from afar.

That feeling came again.

No matter whether it is King Nunn or King Chaman, he has not suppressed him.

The kind of hands raised like a catty jack, but the mouth is so weak that the tongue is in the throat.

"why?"

The king spoke softly, but was difficult to parry:

"Last night, why did you risk yourself?"

"Get off in person and enjoy yourself?"

There seemed to be a ghost in front of Thales.

That was the face of Anker and Doyle.

The teenager took a deep breath, concentrated, and tried to explain:

"Last night's banquet, the situation was tricky, there was a dilemma, no matter how to choose."

"So I came down in person to walk out of the third path and to show them a different Tyers Can Star so that we can ...

But at this time.

"lie."

Tells paused.

"You came out personally, not because of" us "."

King Kessel stared at him from afar, as if watching a game of chess:

"And just because of you."

"You want to save both chess pieces and games."

Tells was cold in his heart.

"Because this is you."

"No matter what, you always want to find a way to rejoice, a perfect choice that meets the highest expectations in your heart."

"It's better to be harmless and harmless."

"Avoid the ugliness and sacrifice you least want to face."

Tells felt more and more breathless.

"I--"

He wanted to speak to relieve the pressure, but ...

This is useless, Tyers.

The teenager opened his lips in vain, thinking bitterly:

Useless.

he knows.

Tells lowered his head in a trance.

And as he said, you have nothing to hide.

no excuse.

"But what I don't understand is ..."

The king's words continued:

"Don't the **** destiny give you the **** response every time?"

Tells was startled.

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes seemed to cut open his chest:

"You are killing the Quartet at a conference in China, but you are more malicious and jealous."

"You have turned the tide in Longxiao City, but you have picked up an enemy that is more terrible than your predecessor."

"You speak for the female grandfather in the Ling Ling Palace, but you fall into the danger of public anger and have to turn to a worse ally."

"You have an ambiguous attitude at the Sabre Camp, seemingly updated, but at the banquet last night, you were drunk by the endless contradiction between the two parties.

Listening to this piece of personal experience, Thales felt more and more numb.

Is that right?

For his choice ...

Destiny, every time gave a response?

"Just like last night, you wisely kept chess pieces and chess sets, won positions and reputation ..."

King's language with sarcasm:

"But left the **** on the buttocks to the whole kingdom to wipe."

Tells a meal.

More excuses came from the bottom of my heart, but the words were close to my mouth, but there was no way out.

"Third way? Ha, just like you are accustomed to the beggars of the street beggars, but they are delusional about the status and honor of the kingdom blood."

Hearing this sentence, Tyers couldn't help but be shocked.

"You walk on the top of the cliff, but you dream of the sky."

"I also feel that as long as I am not afraid of death, I can step on my feet."

Kessel's reproach was sharply cut into his heart.

The king's sharp eyes left Taylors and looked into the void.

"Just like you and the girl in Longxiao City."

And Tyers let the voice of the Supreme King dig into his ears, helpless:

"You tell yourself that out of value and position, a strong ally can bring you benefits."

"But you also told yourself that out of feelings and desires, a beloved lover made you willing to give."

At the next moment, King Kessel's words turned sharply:

"But if you confuse these two points and move away from the two, you still think you can handle it, and you can take care of both."

"Then you are wrong."

The king's eyes were cold, and he said:

"Until you understand that every time, every self-righteous perfect choice has a greater price."

The teenager swallowed his throat again.

"I think she—Ms. Blazing Blood has already proved her worth and position in that battle."

Thales corrected his voice so that he didn't sound so at a loss.

Somehow, his sentence stumbled:

"She is strong ... she can be strong."

"She can bring us benefits ..."

The king snorted.

"You know," he looked straight at Tyers, coldly:

"I'm not talking about her."

Tells' body shook slightly.

The Iron-Fisted King said ironically:

"Polaris."

Polaris.

It's Polaris again.

Thales didn't hate the title as much as he does now.

Just like he hated this moment.

"What about you."

After struggling a few times, Tyers' words finally sounded faintly.

"His Majesty."

The young man ’s voice was not loud, and his pitch was not steep, but it seemed like a powerless challenge after hardship:

"Dear Ms. Jin Ni, is she your ally or a lover?"

In the dim light, King Kessel's eyes moved suddenly.

The surrounding air no longer freezes.

But there was a little more tension on the eve of the avalanche.

"And you are really like you said, it is a contemptible feeling and impulse, only to consider the gains and losses ..."

Just like the big mouthful of the drowning man who came out of the water, the teenager's words fluctuated:

"A rational and calm, only the cruel king of the kingdom ..."

"Can you divide everything clearly and unambiguously?"

Kessel's eyes sharpened.

But Tells couldn't tell, whether it was anger or gloom.

But he suddenly realized that this was the first time he refuted his father today.

Or ... for the first time in life?

The stone statue named King Kessel moved on the seat, his chin lifted slightly, with a slight sullen anger:

"you……"

But Taylors interrupted him.

"I am a star."

He struggled to inhale. It seemed that the only way to avoid suffocation was that he still had to grasp his palm hard to keep his voice from deforming:

"As the prince of stars, as the blood of the kingdom."

"If I can't even be responsible for one, a girl who suffered because of me."

Tells found that he could not control the pause in the words, but he still tried to finish:

"Then at the critical moment in crisis, why should I stand up and be responsible for my kingdom and my compatriots?"

King Kessel's eyes changed, and there was a different light inside.

Tells stared at the king violently:

"Yes, it has nothing to do with her."

"It's only about me."

Several seconds have passed.

The waves in the king's eyes finally subsided.

He looked back at Thales again, his tone affirmed:

"You care about her."

Tells shuddered.

At that moment, the teenager was afraid to raise his head again to see his father.

But he must eventually face it.

Just like Kessel questioned his past behavior just now.

He must finally answer.

"I care about her."

The teenager didn't know what his expression was now.

He knew how hard his words had broken through obstacles, and he had to pass through barriers before he could speak from his throat.

Just like his thoughts at the moment.

"She is my true friend and my friend in trouble."

"My life-saver, my classmate."

Tells lowered his head sadly, and his voice fell.

"Of course I care about her, care about her, maybe quite ... like her."

Small slider.

King Kessel did not respond, even satire and disdainful hum.

He just looked at his son in silence.

Tells took a deep breath.

He forced firmness from his eyes and forced away the pain:

"So that's not love."

It doesn't have to be love.

It cannot be love.

At the moment when he said the words, Tells shuddered and felt like he was empty.

Weightlessness, imbalance.

At a loss.

Tells watched King Kessel, breathing hard in a trance, deliberately forgetting the other.

Until the king replied faintly:

"is it?"

No waves, no praise, no devaluation.

Taylors closed his eyes and turned back.

"I'm realistic."

After spending the previous discomfort, Tails was finally able to adjust his sitting posture without hindrance, raising his head with inexplicable emotion.

"I am your son, the blood of Canxing, the heir of the kingdom."

King Kessel's face moved slightly in the sunlight.

"I have long understood that my destiny is destined to be full of ups and downs, full of ominous disasters."

Tells looked sideways, slightly sad.

"But just like you, I made a choice."

At the next moment, he looked back at the king, as if looking at another himself, saying the subject of the next sentence in ancient imperial language:

"I was born for the stars."

The king looked back at him silently.

The Ballard room remained silent, but the air was no longer blocked.

Tells breathed, as if breaking through the shackled prisoner, breathing luxuriously in the sun.

The teenager gritted his teeth:

"So I won't even, and I can't have any undivided thoughts about her, the feelings of children, the heart of the moment."

Will the same disaster ...

Bring it to her again.

"Because I care about her, care about Selma, care about my friend."

King Kessel said nothing.

Tells mixed with pain and discomfort, said the words that had been buried for a long time, and reconfirmed the things that had been figured out:

"So that was never love."

That cannot be love.

Absolutely not.

At that moment, he seemed to be free from the shackles of the bird, and finally he was able to flutter his wings boldly and soar with confidence.

Until the folding wings fall to the ground.

"You ask me where I am," the young duke whispered, and he suddenly fell in love with the dimness of this stone room:

"I am here, in the Palace of Renaissance."

"Like you."

"father."

Tells' mood fell.

"And you don't have to worry ... she and me."

When the words fell, Tells realized that he was sweating and breathing shortly.

Far from the manners that the Duke of Star Lake should have.

The silence in the room continued for a while.

It seems to allow enough time for this section.

Until the meaning is thoroughly understood.

"she's fine?"

King Kessel suddenly opened his mouth and surprised Taylors.

But the teenager immediately fell into distress.

"I do not know."

He closed his eyes and opened his eyes, trying to eliminate all expressions:

"I also ... don't want to know."

The Ballard room was completely quiet.

It seems like a long time.

Finally, the king's figure took the initiative to retreat in the light.

He sat back in the shadow of his seat.

The face is no longer visible.

Only the voice of the king came from afar.

"Sometimes I'm really weird."

King Kessel's words were as sharp and mean as ever, but there was no longer that tingling sensation.

"Why is your reason the same as your stupidity."

"Why are they all in the same brain."

The king sneered:

"It's still safe."

Tells didn't speak.

He sat at the long table dreamily.

Just now, the teenager understood.

In his lifetime, he has faced three kings.

King Nunn's vertical and horizontal means are combined with strength and softness, and the envy is as unpredictable as the sea, and difficult to measure.

King Chaman persecuted him with tangible benefits, threatened him, if the blade reached his neck, the thorn was on his back.

But Kessel V in front of him.

Iron fist king.

He is completely different from the first two.

As the supreme king of the stars, he did not speak up and talk eloquently.

But Kessel has a more strange and terrifying ability.

Relying on this ability, he can transcend Enwei and the interests in just a few words, hit his heart directly, and grasp the most **** key.

Forced Tells to face his true self.

Indifferent.

But it hurts.

The king reached out his hand and shook a handle on the table.

The door of the Ballard room opened.

Several unfamiliar members of the royal guard appeared at the door, and one person crossed them and entered the room.

It was the scarred man from the secret department.

But Tells didn't hear it, and just stuck in his seat without expression.

"Take him out," King Kessel's voice relentlessly sounded:

"Let him see the mess he left behind."

Tells looked up in a trance:

"what?"

"Don't bother," the king lowered his head again and opened the next document:

"The Ballard room has much more important things."

"Remember what you said today."

The next thing, Tells did not remember.

He didn't even remember how he walked out of the Ballard room in a trance.

I do n’t quite remember how the scarred man carried his hands on his face stiffly and apologized stiffly to say that the king ’s life was not broken, but Lord Mallorca could not walk away for the time being.

Until Taylors followed him deliberately, exited the palace through a side door, and got in a carriage.

"Where are we going?"

Feeling the sway of the carriage, Tails recovered his emotions.

"Kingdom Secrets, Your Highness-Your Majesty's Order."

Opposite him, the fiercely scarred man answered while scratching his face.

Mystery.

Tells frowned.

But he found something even more wrong.

The scar boy in front of me ...

Has his voice changed?

Noting the prince's eyes, the scarred man in front of him smiled slightly, reaching for his face and tearing it apart.

Tells' eyes widened.

"Long time no see, Highness."

The person in front of him threw away the camouflage mask with scars, and lowered his head to puff up his eyes, his voice relaxed and witty:

"How have you been?"

Tells froze.

It turned out to be him.

"You are not very happy, why ..."

His old acquaintance, the boneless Raphael Lindbergh, opened a pair of dark red eyes in the carriage and looked straight at Tyers:

"Just been dumped by your girlfriend?"

Tyres looked stiff.

"Raphael."

The prince, who was already in a bad mood, leaned back.

"You talk nonsense ..."

Duke Xinghu stared straight at the roof of the carriage, and said blankly:

"I'm going to marry the honorable Miss Miranda."

Raphael's face collapsed.

The carriage was completely quiet.

Nowhere along the way.

This chapter is not well written and will be revised later.

(End of this chapter)