Kingdom's Bloodline-Chapter 657 Difficulties

Chapter 657 Difficulties

Chapter 657

Tyers and Jen were both silent, and there were only two different breathing sounds in the compartment of the confession room.

"she left."

Jane’s voice came from the darkness.

"I know." Thales replied glumly.

A few more seconds passed before Jen’s voice sounded again:

"Now, can we put aside the prejudices and have a good talk?"

Thales took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and nodded:

"So, you didn't kill Moss, you just knew the news of his death in advance and then concealed it?"

"If you really want to kill the wine merchant, then I will let him go first, and then give him a discount cross-sea ferry ticket," Jen snorted coldly, "Even the Brennan Inquisitor can't be beaked."

Thyls was silent for a while, then sighed, with mixed emotions:

"Before entering the city on the first day, I told Moss: If he doesn't want to, he doesn't need to do it. I will blast him away from the beginning, and there will be no more things behind-at least it is not unknown to die in jail. "

Jen hummed disdainfully.

"Can you stop being so kind and sentimental? Instead of pretending to be sad for an unsympathetic scum, it is better to consider what is behind his death—"

But Thales interrupted him coldly:

"A sentence of'uncompassionable scum' is not enough to defend us."

"No matter who Moss was or what he did before his death, in the past few days, he was involved in our struggle and eventually died because of us. This is something we cannot ignore and avoid."

Thales turned to Jen in the dark:

"It has nothing to do with who he is, but with who we are."

But Jain also sneered.

"In such a struggle, there will always be collateral damage and sacrifices by others. This is inevitable and normal. If you can't accept it," Duke Iris sarcastically, "then it is best to withdraw from the royal family immediately and give up the right of inheritance and go back to her. Shanlin, no, just to be safe, just commit suicide, so that no one will die because of you, Great Sage Thales."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I do not blame you."

"what?"

Thyls shook his head and chuckled indifferently:

"There are three kinds of people in this world-scum, ordinary people, and saints. The scum will always laugh at ordinary people: ‘Since you can’t get used to scum, why don’t you be a saint?’”

The voice fell, and this time it was Janen's turn to be silent.

But he recovered quickly and fought back:

"The wine merchant, Moss, you really told him,'If you don't want to, you can choose not to do it'?"

"Yes."

"Yes, you gave him a choice," the Duke of South Bank sneered. "But do you think he can choose?"

Thales frowned.

"I know."

"Most people can't be saints," Jen exhaled, seemingly sigh, "especially when they found out that they can't even be ordinary people."

Thyls was silent for a few seconds and hummed softly:

"Whatever you say."

The confession room fell silent again.

"How is my sister?"

Tels startled:

"Who—oh, you mean Hille."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Telston had a headache.

"It's ‘Ms. Kevin Deer’, don’t call her name directly." Jann warned him coldly.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Kevin Deere," Thales nodded perfunctorily in the dark, "She is very good, not bad, a good girl, very good..."

Jen turned his head abruptly, a pair of eyes reflecting cold gleam in the darkness.

Tales' words are a stalk.

"I mean, um, she is actually not good, not good at all..."

Jane's eyes slowly tightened in the dark, before the cold light got better.

Thyls was stuck again, reluctant to surrender:

"Well, I'd better not mention her."

Jen was silent for a while.

"When did you know her?"

"last night."

"Do you think I would believe it?"

"Well, it was actually a few days ago," Thales said helplessly, "I was ‘chatting’ with Sister Karabyan, and your sister fell from the sky...Well, I’ve got a good question."

"You asked me if there were any ghosts in Kongming Palace?"

Fuck, how could this guy remember being so accurate.

Thales murmured: "Probably so."

"Mrs. Smallpox Corpse?"

"Oh, you know—wait, why are you so proficient?"

"That's the lifting mechanism, I used to help her pretend. What did you talk about?"

In the face of Jayne's aggressive and bottom-line questioning, Thales had to sigh for a long time.

"No, I didn't say anything... Then there was the fight banquet last night, I swear, that's it, I have nothing to socialize with her. And I didn't deliberately keep it from you, but, you know, for the sake of the overall situation, For stability."

Speaking of which, Thales shrugged ironically:

"After all, who can guarantee that after I met your sister, will I be angry or act impulsively? Maybe it will ruin your banquets and celebrations that have never happened to your ancestors for generations. ?"

Jen was silent for a while.

"Repeat other people's words in revenge, it will only appear that you are narrow and small."

"Small belly chicken intestines?"

Thales shook his head in disdain: "When you drove the blood to chase me seven years ago, why didn't you think of this?"

"Where is the competition banquet, what did she tell you?"

"Nothing, ‘say hello’ again."

"You mean, you guys are hiding in the corner and whispering, and she asked you to help fasten the back button just to say hello?"

Tels had a headache again.

"Uh, this, last night, she said, said..."

She said, she is actually a spy sent by my father?

She said, Dai Kingdom’s secret branch said hello to me?

She also said, want me to be a real man?

Feeling Jayne’s eyes sharper, Thales had to speak:

"Well, she told a lot of ghost stories, what faceless Cork, Mrs. Smallpox, the Queen of Ghosts, Soulbone Jacob..."

"Jacques."

"what?

"It's'Spirit Bone Jacques'," said Jane quietly, "that is a nursery rhyme of demon and ogre. It is circulated around the East China Sea Territory."

Thales sighed helplessly:

"Well, Jacques. What else did she say about magic tricks, close-up and long-term view, diversion of attention, misdirection, I don’t really understand—"

"Wait!" Jaen moved his voice and suddenly raised his volume.

"what?"

"Wrong boot."

Zhan En narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something:

"This makes me think, why did Moss die? Why did he die?"

Why did Moss die?

Thyls's heart moved, and he also turned his mind:

"Or, what can his death cause?"

Jane thought for a few seconds:

"No, Moss has been dead for a day. It should be said that on this day..."

Thales followed his thoughts and took over:

"What has happened to his death?"

The two fell silent, both thinking.

"No, everything is normal in Emerald City so far this morning." Jen shook his head.

"And my subordinates have been to the prison to investigate—" Thales' expression moved, thinking of something.

The two turned to each other at the same time, and both saw the dim light gleaming in each other's eyes.

"Everything is normal in the Emerald City," Jaen speeded up his speech, "because I took measures at the battle banquet out of worry and caution to block the news of Moss' death, resulting in an ordinary suicide or vendetta case."

Thales nodded:

"So, when my men tracked down the suspicious point of the case, I will question you so angrily..."

"Are you talking about insulting me?"

"It does not matter…"

"So, misguided," Jann narrowed his eyes. "The death of Moss is not about the case itself, not even Moss."

"And with us?" Thales followed his words.

The two looked at each other.

"The people who killed Moss, they know us." Jann said.

"Too much understanding." Thales nodded.

Jen frowned: "They counted my caution and your recklessness."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "You mean, your suspicious suspicion, my persistence and enthusiasm?"

The two were silent for a few seconds in the dark.

"Let’s skip this topic..."

"I agree…"

Thales took a deep breath and guessed:

"That is to say, Moss is dead, and the more we are in conflict now..."

"The more they are in their arms—for example, the plate you dropped just before the altar." Jain affirmed.

"Mistaken guidance," Thales understood somewhat, "Moss is just an introduction: they need you and me to conflict, and confront each other in the recourse of one side and the concealment of the other."

"And it's better to bleed through the head, you die, so they can find the flaw and wait for the opportunity to start."

"In response, we have to..."

"See through this point and reach a consensus," Jen said in a deep voice, "pretend to be ignorant again and keep it as it is."

"you sure?"

"Then do you have suggestions?"

In the small confession room, the two men were thinking about each other, but they could only hear each other's breathing.

"If this is the case, then I should continue to fight with you. For example, I will continue to track down the death of Moss," Thales rolled his eyes, "This is normal, right?"

Jen did not answer immediately.

"Yes," the Duke whispered a few seconds later, "and I will do everything possible to hinder you, conceal you, and frustrate you."

"Uh, don't obstruct too much?"

"Didn’t you say: Since you want to pursue the effect, then carry it through to the end?"

Thyls was silent for a moment: "You know, repeating other people's words in revenge will only make you look narrow, small belly chicken intestines?"

"Don't you think this is a bit familiar?"

The two silently faced each other in the confession room.

"One more thing," Jaen said suddenly, "If they provoke us to conflict, they are really waiting for me to reveal the flaw, then..."

Thyls's heart sank:

"What is that flaw?"

Jenn didn’t speak, and after a full ten seconds, he spoke softly:

"Listen well, Thales."

"Ok?"

"From now on, no matter what we are going to do, what we encounter, no matter how we play back and forth with the king and secret branch," Jen's voice is as calm as usual, "no matter the merits or deeds, promise me, everything will be the same. Sile has nothing to do."

Thales was silent.

Don’t involve Hille...

He didn't react until the other party urged:

"Uh, isn't it?"

Just listen to Jane continuing:

"My sister, she was frail and sick since she was a child. She didn't grow up like a normal child. Even her education was intermittent and she couldn't get along with her peers."

Tyers rubbed his eyebrows: "I feel the same way."

"Later, I had to send her out to study and recuperate," the Duke said in a deep voice, "it developed her weird temper."

Thyls agreed: "It's really weird."

But he quickly sensed the scorching gaze of the other party and hesitated to add:

"Uh, it's actually...not that weird?"

Jean glanced at him:

“Therefore, she is also inexperienced in the world, ignorant and simple, and she does not understand any political interests at all, and she has a sinister heart.”

Not deep in the world, ignorant and simple...

Tels narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Jane's eyes came again like a knife.

Thyls quickly changed his words:

"Oh, it makes sense, she is your sister, of course you know the best."

Jen was silent for a long time in the darkness, then he sighed:

"She doesn't belong here, Thales, doesn't belong to our game."

Tels frowned tightly.

"So, no matter what we, no matter what we scumbags... do," the Duke's voice was a little uncomfortable, as if trying to suppress it, "Don't involve her."

Don’t involve her...

Tels was silent, and after a while, he sighed lightly.

"But what if she is still involved?"

Jen's eyes moved.

"I mean," Thales was a little sad, "If Hille stays in the Emerald City..."

"It's ‘Ms. Kevin Deer’," Jayne said coldly, "Aren’t you polite?"

"Yes, Ms. Kevin Deere."

Tales accidentally talked to him about the appellation problem:

"But I mean, Xi, um, your sister is already here, of course we don't want to and won't involve her. But if my father, or Kingdom Secret Division, if they count her in, they count in the Emerald City. Is there a power struggle?"

The Duke of South Bank did not speak.

He thought for a while, then said:

"Then Thales, I need you to do another thing."

"Understood," Thales felt a little bit, and nodded in agreement, "I will try to minimize contact with her, so that they don’t have excuses..."

"Stay with her."

"Okay—what?" Thales turned his head sharply, his eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, Jann is very calm at the moment.

"If everything is as we think," he looked thoughtfully, "Moss' death is just an introduction. The purpose is to put us against each other so that they can wait for an opportunity to act... then I'm sure that Hillay is just like this. 'Opportunity' is at least one of the opportunities."

Tels gritted his teeth.

"It's not a coincidence that she suddenly returned to Kongming Palace, it's probably the secret science," Jann changed his words, "No, it's not possible, but they will definitely involve Hille, even as the one who defeated Kevin Deere. Breakthrough."

He turned to Thales, the gloomy light reflected in his eyes, especially in the dark:

"So, I need you to keep an eye on her and keep an eye on any disturbances around her."

A full ten seconds, Thales just stared at him blankly.

"Can you...can you find someone else?"

"Yes, but she won't be happy."

"Then, do you think I will be happy?"

"Don't worry, she knows that I can't get along with you," Jen sneered, "You will be fine."

"Oh, that's good-wait, what is this expression, what does it mean ‘nothing will happen’?"

"Anyway, keep an eye on her and I will take care of the rest."

Tyles' eyes rolled:

"But, you don't worry about me and your sister..."

"You can't marry her," Jane said categorically, "and she doesn't like you either."

It's so straightforward.

Tels sighed and lowered his head:

"You know, I thought you were always wary of me and Hee, eh, contact with your sister?"

"It is true, but..."

Jane nodded and admitted:

"But, since you can stand up for the Western Wild Assassin at the royal family banquet regardless of safety, you will not hesitate to tear your face with me..."

Jen sighed.

"Yes, I can't understand how you want to be a saint," he said quietly, "but at least, you are not a scum."

Thales was silent.

"Then what if I fail?"

Thyls looked up, feeling mixed:

"If they still... still involve her?"

Jane's figure paused in the dark.

"Then I swear, in the name of Kevin Deere, no matter who does this, I will make him worse off—"

"Okay! Stop!"

Thales quickly raised his hand to interrupt:

"Okay, don't throw the rest of the cruel words, thank you."

Feeling the strange look in the other party’s eyes, Thales shrugged:

"You know, when you are old, you can't listen to gambling and curses."

Jen laughed.

"That just means you are not old enough, Thales," the Duke of South Bank said, with a deep meaning, "the despair you have encountered is not enough, so much that you long for the curse to be true."

Thales also hummed softly:

"That's not necessarily true, Jain, not necessarily."

Jenn said no more, he opened the door of the compartment, leaned into the light, and prepared to leave.

"Also, Thales," Jayne paused, "Although Cyclops may have been mentioned at the royal banquet, but..."

He turned around and blinked at Thales who was sitting in the dark:

"The proposal of the new star is still valid."

Rising star’s proposal...

Thales frowned.

"Not only that, but what I said last night...I'm waiting, Thales."

Jean adjusted the whole clothes, his eyes were sharp:

"Waiting for you to propose a suitable price."

After saying this, he strode out of the confession room.

Leave Thales alone, sitting alone in the dark, not knowing what he thinks.

Jane walked out of the confession room and greeted the guests gracefully and gently along the way, until the Ashford butler quietly appeared behind him

"You will visit the people and listen to sermons later," the old butler said respectfully, "do you need a rest?"

But Jain did not answer, he just looked at the huge sunset goddess behind the altar and smiled mysteriously.

"Yes, I just found out today," Jane smiled happily, "So that kid is pretty good."

"Oh?"

The next second, Jen put away his smile:

"A good-liar."

Ashford nodded.

"I just made sure-he may not know, but he pretends to be innocent, it's ridiculous." Jann said coldly.

Ashford calmly offered his cloak: "Then are you sure?"

"This prince is a trap. He comes from Fuxing Palace."

The Duke of South Bank turned around and took the cloak, calm as usual: "He and His Majesty the King..."

"It's a group."

——

On the other side, Thales walked out of the confession room exhausted, ignoring the mysterious and evil smile of Priest Chadvi, and found his guard captain along the way.

"Tor, do you know the hardest thing in this world?"

"You asked before, it's a lie—oh, sorry, it's a half-truth." Mallos just finished greeting several guests and looked back at him.

"Yes, but I just discovered something more difficult."

"To confess with the enemy and smell of smoke when you come out?"

Tyles' smile faltered.

Malios immediately coughed:

"Sorry, please continue."

Thales just hummed, unconsciously slapped the clothes, sniffing the smell on it:

"The harder thing is to pretend to believe a lie-it's much harder than lying."

"That's it, it's so difficult, in the world, only you can do it."

Thyls shook his head, unintentionally countering his irony:

"Who did you send to collect information about Moss?"

"Commuto, he has connections."

"Not enough, send more people to dig deeper," Thales' expression gradually became serious, "Trust me, Moss is the key."

Malles glanced:

"Can I ask why?"

Tels was silent for a while, then turned to look at the statue of the sunset goddess, and below, the Duke of South Bank who was about to leave to inspect:

"Because I just found out..."

The prince squinted his eyes, his gaze fell on Jayne, showing a bit of coldness: "Dagory Moss, that wine merchant..."

"He was killed."

Malles frowned upon hearing this, and fell into thought.

A few seconds later, a familiar figure came up from a distance and grabbed Thales’ arm!

"follow me!"

The round-faced girl dragged Thales's hand expressionlessly and strode forward.

"Hey, no, wait, no, no—"

Seeing the visitor clearly, Thales looked horrified.

Hile Kevin Deere stagnated, remembering something, and then turning his head back quickly, circling Thales in a circle.

"Oh, by the way, you are his nanny," Hile leaned close to the frowning Mallos, narrowed his eyes, "Go to an appointment, don't you mind?"

nanny…

Malios twitched his eyebrows, but still smiled politely:

"Of course not, it's just—"

But before Mallos could finish speaking, Hile turned around, pulling the terrified Thales and disappearing in the corner.

"The hardest thing in the world, Your Highness..."

Malios looked at where they disappeared, sighed, talked to himself, and followed:

"You really don't know."

——

My dearest little Thales:

As a verbal fiancé, have you eaten well, grow up quickly, and become a mighty and beloved young man?

Are you the same as before, mellow and delicious, arousing love?

Are the tooth marks on your neck, wrist, and blood vessels gone? Does it hurt when it rains?

In six or seven years, you should have been in the Northland, **** to the death by the Yankees?

Hahaha, it’s so good, without blood and sweat, steel grind, how can you become the mainstay and turn the river down?

Just kidding, don’t be annoyed, let alone tear the letter.

I know what you think of me, but you have to admit at least one thing:

Without me, you had fallen into the hands of the black prophet or even Kevin Deer, or in the mouth of that **** disgusting monster, you might have been crushed, crushed and digested.

you are welcome!

you are welcome!

you are welcome! !

What's more, you who grew up so hard and hardened by my painstaking efforts, you squeezed your fingers and killed King Nunn and half of the Dragon City, and seduce the Grand Duke and half of Axe. Special (really a flowery man)?

In the end, you started a chaos and abandoned. You started a war that engulfed the Golden Corridor. At the expense of endless bones, you managed to get back to the stars all the way—ah, that’s right. If you have been only mediocre and cowardly, it would be boring. Ah, I can't even get interested in looking for you.

But I also heard that after you got home, you have had a bad time recently? Your father is jealous of you, and the court officials exclude you?

To be honest, I’m not surprised. I know that your temper is sometimes as soft as my lips, and sometimes as hard as my claws—well, unpredictable prey is challenged when hunting.

It’s okay, I know your current situation very well, and I’m happy to give you some advice. After all, who doesn’t have a dad who is at odds with you and dreams of killing him, and a group of decent ministers who want to take you off the stage all day long. What about?

I swear in the name of my mother, Thales, when I wrote this letter, I hesitated for a long time.

I am very distressed, what tone should I use? Do you want to make peace with you? Want to beg for forgiveness in a low voice? Does Chen Qing's interests seek cooperation? Are you moved for reconciliation over time? Or is it full of admiration to express grievances and misses?

No, I figured it out later, no.

Anyway, you treacherous asshole, unfeeling as vampire bastard, won’t believe it.

So, regardless of him, I will not cover up, just tell the truth:

I miss you, my mother, Thales!

I missed it so much!

I want to die, I want to be crazy, I want to be crazy!

Think of me every day and night, every moment, every minute and every second, every moment of frustration and pain, is full of anger and hatred, and I wish I could beat you, the shameless little who should be beaten and killed. Every hair, every piece of skin, every drop of blood, every muscle, every inch of bones on the bastard’s body are plucked off alive and bloody. Screaming, screaming, crying, no survival, no death!

Can you feel it? Feel how much I miss you, in my bones, in my veins, in my soul!

You can’t imagine, little bastard, you can’t imagine what I have experienced over the years.

Fuck, more, much, much, much, much, much more than my mother has experienced in the past few hundred years!

You who killed a thousand knives caused the old lady to lose her foundation and go into exile for thousands of miles, looking for blood and food to avoid the sun and looking for a shadow place along the way, and a **** who confuses me with all kinds of careerists, the hardships, blood, pain, shame on this journey, It's all the **** debt you owe me! I want you to repay everything that belongs to you and what doesn't belong to you!

Hold!

Well, I apologize, I am excited and gaffe.

But the meaning is correct:

you are mine.

You can’t escape.

Well, I’ve been to the Emerald City. That’s right, the year I met you, I was on the shore of Gonghai City. It’s a pity that the Iris family at that time was so obedient, and the hook fingers were fooled, now. , Much harder to tame.

So you don’t have to keep your hands, just kill his family and pave the way for your throne.

In this way, you can be prepared, and I am welcome to come back and find you.

The words are too far apart. That’s it. I heard that my crying little sister also sent a messenger to the Emerald City. Maybe she will bring you a letter, just like me?

If not, then forget it, if there is, hehe, let me guess, if the crying ghost calls you "my friend, the respected Prince Thales", ah, don’t doubt, run away, she’s the next moment You are about to kill, you are not the first, you must be the last!

And if the crying ghost calls you "my dear brother", it's like a monarch calling another, and then a bunch of flattery, haha, don't doubt, her rule must be in trouble-you and me Both have contributed to this, and the two extreme blood races are irreparable losses.

I strongly recommend that you take the opportunity to open the mouth, no matter how much meat she has, you will bite down three times the amount cruelly! If you are only twice, let alone you are my fiancé. If you are less than twice, I feel that you are hopeless to be crowned in this life. If it is less than doubled, I will go back and kill you personally, so as not to humiliate my past education.

Then, if the crying ghost is straight to the point, just say something like "I want your head" or "I want the head below you", oh, oh, she has a lot of chips and she doesn't bother to talk nonsense, but it's okay. , At least she put her face on the face, without covering up.

But if she is kind, considerate, soft-spoken, puts herself in the position, she can also present her interests and make suggestions for you kindly, oh, congratulations, little Thales, she is really on a desperate way and has nowhere to go!

Hahahaha, presumably, in the kingdom of night, the six big families under Corleone are all suspecting the disappearance of the nightwing king (guess, why do they suspect?), and they are openly and secretly opposed to her calculating her, intending to subvert her Ruling, and even tearing her heart and blood vessels, and she is alone in the world, looking for help and allies in the world!

Then the crying ghost must start to ask you in a low voice, the most handsome and handsome star prince, are you free lately? If you have time, can you take your thick, big and hard...pocket and move to the little girl's humble house? Oops, at the time of the Spring Festival, any posture can be taken-far away, in short, she wants money, food, people, face, and everything.

In order to maintain her throne, in addition to her dead ghost father’s grave, which is dead and reluctant to dig, she also has the character of the crying ghost who is gritted with teeth. She can even sell her own mother’s, um, herself!

Then I guess, no matter what she said, the crying ghost will tell you two things:

One, I am a bitch.

I am indeed, and it is destined to be the most feared and feared in your life, but the most obsessive one, hahahaha!

Second, she and you are in the same group.

Hahahahaha, it's so ridiculous, what is her situation now, a ruined queen, crowned by monkeys, ruined and shaky, and she deserves to be with you?

But, if she didn’t lower her breath, if she had an upright look, the little girl would stop selling her body, oh, that’s not good, quite bad.

This means that she must be brewing something, planning something, and most likely she has found a way out and is confident of stabilizing the domestic rule. Damn, the time for my mother to go back has to be delayed again.

Ah, I forgot to say, you have to see who is the messenger who came to the Emerald City to deliver the letter, and is responsible for negotiating the reconciliation with Iris, especially if there is an old man named Li from the Far East.

If there is him, it means that my premonition has come true. The crying ghost really has a new card, **** it, she has found a way, so Li can leave the country, as the person closest to her father, representing Blood Fang and Ye The country.

If Li doesn’t come, it means she didn’t find it! Li must stay in the country to withstand the restless vassals! Hahaha, with the conspiracy of the Castigan and Sullivan families (perhaps with a little intelligence help from my thousands of miles away), she is dead!

Don’t be kidding, little Thales, you know very well in your heart that compared with her, you and I are the same kind!

Don’t rush to deny it, yes, yes, we have at least one point, or rather, the most important point in common:

We are the survivors!

I am, so are you, yes, we may be confused, may be shaken, and may hesitate, but no matter how small the chips are, no matter how bad the situation is, no matter how strong the opponent is, no matter how bad luck is, even if we face the situation no matter how horrible and bad and then desperate. , In the end, we are still ourselves!

We won’t give up, we don’t believe in failure, we don’t take a step back, we still gritted our teeth and wept tears, swallowing blood, dragging the embarrassed stump, breaking our arms, picking our nails, crushing our teeth and roaring our throats, even if we don’t It is the deepest part of hell, crawling back inch by inch, and beg the price to this world!

Because we only have ourselves!

I'm!

You too!

As for the crying ghost, what can she do?

Seven years ago, when we stood in the snow, exhausted our life’s wisdom and strategy, gambled on everything, confronted nervously, confronted each other in a game, in order to decide the outcome, by the way, when we decided to live or die, the little girl who didn’t have the fart paid for it. Lying on all fours in the snow, pouting, drooling and talking in sleep!

But little Thales, little Thales, if you want to go further on the road to power, you have to learn to deal with different dangerous people, learn to play games with them, exchange chips with them, and with them —Including me — make deals.

Then, you have to learn to be cruel, cold-blooded, and learn to become an inhuman being.

Trust me, especially the last point, this is very useful, especially when I face my father.

So, I am looking forward to seeing you again, trading with you, and you—Alliance?

Don’t like to listen. It’s ugly. If you can’t face me and are afraid to face me, then you are sitting on the highest throne of the stars. The belt bones were pulled down, beaten into blood foam, baked into charcoal, crushed into dust, and then sold at a low price as garbage that no one wanted.

But are you willing?

Do you want to?

Are you willing to?

Are you angry?

Do you hate it?

Do you want to!

In that case, grit your teeth, squeeze your fists, and walk on with blood and tears!

The stars are lonely, and the night is bleak. They didn't intersect originally, they just met by chance, and they hurriedly crossed each other.

But they all have difficulties, each bears madness, gritted their teeth, shed blood and tears, biting the last inch of faith, firmly believing that as long as they last to the end, they can win the future.

Hopefully by then, I will still see you, little Thales.

For this, you have to work hard and don't get killed by someone halfway through the road.

Oh, you must miss me very much, right?

Haha, don’t be ashamed to admit it, presumably you will never forget me in your life, let alone get rid of me!

Because I am thinking of you too—you should be put on a limb torture and pulled a thousand times as a shameless little bastard.

Don't worry, don't worry.

We will meet sooner or later.

We will have the opportunity to settle debts, but we have grievances, and perhaps repay our grudges.

Started with tonight’s letter paper.

Until the last breath of your life.

I believe you have seen the person who gave you this letter. He is the parliamentarian of the feast leader, the noble son of the Hollier family, the good adopted son of the "ghost girl" Anna Hollier, young and promising, The future is great-just the brain is broken, and I hate it.

Or, it’s not bad, it’s just hidden, but it’s just like his old lady, vicious, **** and terrifying?

Oh, forgot to mention that he was a homosexual before he became a kinsman, and he was a handsome young man (but his brain was broken).

You must protect yourself!

I wish you a dream every night, and there is me in the dream, because we will be there for a blind date, blood blending-until one of them bleeds out and dies in pain!

The stars are still there, but can you really heal your blood forever?

——I love you so crazy and crazy, I want to hear you scream, and then tear you up inch by inch, and then eat you bite by bite, so that the blood in your whole body will be turned into the nourishment for my life.

——Your dearest, Serena L.A. Van Corleone,

——In every nightmare you have

(a dark red, slightly **** lip print)

and: I hope you do the same.

(End of this chapter)