The suppressed commotion in Hall of Stars has officially turned into an uproar in the whole hall!
Regardless of civilians, officials, or nobles, everyone rushed forward to catch a glimpse of the descendant of Brilliant Star who had not appeared for twelve years.
Under the command of Gilbert, groups of guards who had been prepared hurriedly entered the scene, formed a human wall, and raised anti-collision shields and riot batons urgently borrowed from the Vigilant Hall, trying to resist the crowd and maintain order.
"Back off! Otherwise you will be treated as disrespectful to the royal family!" Many guards shouted at the top of their lungs.
Although these guards often turned back to look at the boy with a special status, who was only six or seven years old.
Tales stood calmly, calm and calm, facing the eyes of the whole hall.
This is what I have to face, everything I can't choose.
He was a little out of sorts, so even though he was receiving countless looks, his mood was extremely calm.
Especially the gazes of the dozen Duke and Count, which coexisted with confusion, surprise, anger, unwillingness, deep thought, and obscurity, then invariably turned into scrutiny and vigilance, cutting like swords.
And--the complex gaze from Jann·Cavendil.
Jann felt that all the blood in his body was flowing backwards, impacting his brain.
Trembling slightly, he stood up slowly and looked at Tales in disbelief.
It's that boy.
How could it be?
The so-called illegitimate son of Lord Mann.
Him?
What's even more ironic is that I just saved his life from an assassin yesterday.
If I had persisted yesterday... or simply didn't have to intervene and let him die under the assassin's sword...
He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his back teeth.
No, they haven't lost yet.
There's still a chance!
However, louder, louder, and more deafening cheers came from Star Gathering Plaza.
The news of Brilliant Star's descendants has finally been announced to the entire kingdom.
"Please go back to your seats, gentlemen," Gilbert said coldly, "I think His Majesty will humbly accept your advice and accept your suggestion of naming a successor."
"Why does this boy have Nine-Pointed Star... for twelve years...His Majesty you..." Count Sorrel couldn't take back his surprised expression at all, and sat back on the stone seat in a daze.
"We have never heard that Queen Koya has a third child... Who is this unidentified child..." Count Dastan murmured. He sat back on the stone seat, frowning and thinking deeply.
"His Majesty, we still need an explanation!" The One-Eyed Dragon of Nanshuister Duke, Kosted lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression in the shadow, but his clenched fists never let go.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Kessel the Fifth with his angry eyes. "At this time, a boy wearing the Nine-Pointed Star clan emblem appeared... Are you fooling us!"
Kessel the Fifth didn't even look at him, just stared in another direction.
"Kai, I understand, so this is your purpose." Val frowned, exhaled softly, and said in a low voice, "Like these disgusting people, you have already planned it. The National Affairs Conference meeting today is not at all to deal with Exeter... but for this child."
Duke of the North leaned back, looked at the expressionless Tales, then looked at the king who said nothing, and said in despair, "You all think of me as a fool, don't you."
"Ha, after working on it for a long time, no one cares about Exeter and the war except Northern Territory himself," he laughed sarcastically, "Look, this is the glory of the Star Kingdom, the afterglow of the empire."
Kessel the Fifth ignored him, and the lords also avoided his gaze.
The obese Duke Cullen frowned rarely, thinking seriously and solemnly without saying anything.
"Don't be surprised, these are Radiant Star Royal Family, and Nineteen Nobles," Duke Falkenhaus laughed dryly, regardless of whether he himself was scolded, and mocked. "The pillars of the Star Kingdom!"
Jann·Cavendil, who had calmed down, exchanged glances with Kosted. They tried to communicate with Duke Cullen on the other stone seat, but the latter just lowered his head and pondered, as if everything outside was none of his business.
Damn Old Man.
Young Duke of South Bank and one-eyed Duke of Cliff cursed in their hearts at the same time.
He is obviously the initiator and approver of the plan of "New Star", but when accidents happen, he always shrinks the fastest.
"Everyone heard what His Majesty said," Gilbert watched Count and Duke sit back in their seats and responded coldly, "His Majesty will recognize this boy as his bloodline today, on National Affairs Conference."
The middle-aged noble took a step forward and tried his best to suppress his excitement. "Brilliant Star royal vein, here to renew..."
"Wait!" Duke of Cliff, One-Eyed Dragon Kosted seemed to have just recovered from the shock. He interrupted Gilbert loudly, "We all know that His Majesty had two children who unfortunately died twelve years ago, but we still don't know the origin of this boy!"
It may have little effect, but stop it anyway.
Otherwise, they have been planning this for so long...
Tales sighed and looked at Kosted.
Are they the ones Gilbert said, hoping to rely on sudden crises to change the situation in the kingdom and seize power and interests?
He scanned Kosted, he scanned Jann, he scanned Count.
Tales lowered his gaze and shook his head slightly.
It's just like a farce in a wet market.
But it determines war and peace, and the future of countless people in this kingdom.
"In front of His Majesty, on National Affairs Conference, interrogate his son's identity," Count Godwin, who is from Royalist Party, shouted dissatisfied, "Who gave you such power?"
"This is related to the inheritance of the throne and the future of the Starfall Kingdom. Every Star Kingdom noble has power," Count Lacia received Duke Jenn's eyes and said slowly, "How can we treat this as a child's play."
Falkenhaus clapped his hands and said with a stern smile, "Okay, just now Radiant Star Royal Family was a historical antique that was about to be swept into the garbage dump, but now it is the future of the kingdom that everyone is concerned about."
Kosted and Jann glanced at Falkenhaus dissatisfied at the same time.
"Let this damn farce end soon," Val covered his forehead and suppressed his anger and said, "No matter what the outcome is, Northern Territory is facing the threat of war."
"Although I know you don't care, even this crisis is... in short, let's end it soon." At the end, Duke of the North, whose eyes were burning, shook his head slightly and said sarcastically, "No matter the king or the lord... Northern Territory should never count on you."
The lords looked at each other and were silent for a while.
Star Gathering Plaza's voice increased again, reaching all the way to the Hall of Stars, but this time, I didn't know why.
Kessel the Fifth gently tapped the scepter, attracting everyone's attention. Iron-Fisted King's expression was dull and unconcerned.
"Tales, let everyone see who you are." The king's tone was calm, but his words made people's faces change. "Sooner or later, they will kneel down in front of you, swear allegiance, and become your arms and the pillars of the kingdom."
Several Count turned their heads calmly and completely gave up any intention of speaking.
Yes.
If this boy really becomes Supreme King of Starfall in the future...
Jann calmly clasped his hands and quickly calculated today's situation.
If Nineteen Nobles consists of High Council, the identity of this child is not recognized... that way...
Even if it damages our popularity... this damn National Affairs Conference...
Footsteps sounded.
Everyone on the stone seat turned their heads and watched the boy walk to the side of King Kessel.
The boy who was receiving the attention of everyone, looked thin and pitiful, but still looked calm and even a little absent-minded.
I saw him sigh.
"I am Tales."
In the noisy background, the neatly dressed boy said softly.
So the people in the hall quickly became quiet in order to hear his words clearly.
This is also a skill he learned when speaking in his previous life. When speaking in noisy places, he should ask others to quiet down without being louder than them.
Rather, it forces others to shut up in order to hear what they say clearly.
"I am a blood descendant of Brilliant Star. My father is Supreme King, Kessel·Brilliant Star of this country. His Majesty, my grandfather is this country's Former King, the Steadfast King, Eddie·Brilliant Star His Majesty."
He scanned every lord in front of him.
He saw Duke of the North sitting alone with a dull expression and his head hanging silently.
Val·Arendt.
And the two Northern Territory Count sitting behind him.
He saw the aggressive Nanshuister One-Eyed Dragon again, Jann who stared at him slightly shaking his head, Falkenhaus with playful eyes, and Duke Cullen who kept his head down and smiled.
The Counts all have different expressions, but they all have the same evil intentions.
Even Kessel the Fifth, holding the scepter with a calm expression.
Tales suddenly woke up.
His own identity, the succession of the royal family, even the coming war, Star Kingdom's safety.
I'm afraid it has never been in the consideration of this group of people.
As for those war casualties...
The feeling of powerlessness and boredom in the boy's heart became even worse.
Logically speaking, he should follow the instructions, finish telling his "life experience" in the Mann Manor, and then wait for the king and Royalist Party people to complete the rest.
But Tales just felt that he was a little uninterested. He didn't want to follow the routine anymore. He had had enough of it all.
The boy's brain started to spin.
[The formation of a feudal country... lords and vassals... strong personal feelings and private colors... the struggle for power... gradually deteriorated...]
Until he slowly opened his eyes, looked at the lords, and grinned.
So, everyone saw that the boy closed his eyes, opened them a second later, and chuckled.
Gilbert felt a chill in his heart when he saw Tales's sneer and his pause.
Could it be?
Although this little gentleman often gives him a lot of scares - but on such an important occasion, it is best to have fewer surprises.
Tales blinked and spoke slowly.
"I can prove that I am the blood of Brilliant Star, but..."
"That's all," Tales glanced at these eyeing nobles and said silently, "Anyway, even if I can prove that I am a descendant of Brilliant Star, you will still have reasons to object."
"Child," Kosted said coldly, "Do you know what you are talking about? If you can't prove that you are..."
"Duke Guardian of Cliff Land, Kosted·Nanshuister," Tales said coldly, "The reason why you are so fiercely opposed is for the Star Kingdom and the royal family, or for your people to wear that crown. Don't you all know it well?"
"This is National Affairs Conference. Everyone in Royal Capital is listening. Do you think you can deceive anyone with your awe-inspiring, 'I am here for the Star Kingdom' appearance?"
The crowd in the hall was suddenly in an uproar.
Gilbert started to worry. This was not what he planned. He was about to speak--but Jinnie pulled him from behind.
"Let him finish," Jinnie looked at Tales and whispered, "He doesn't look like he has no plan."
Kosted was sitting on the stone seat, staring hard at him with one eye, but Tales could feel that Duke of Cliff's breathing began to accelerate.
Tales strode up to Kosted and stared into his one eye without fear. "You walked into Hall of Stars with the slogan of supporting Northern Territory and uniting the kingdom., but requires your own Heir to the Kingdom as a prerequisite, otherwise you will refuse to send troops and would rather watch Northern Territory perish - of course, maybe the decline of Northern Territory is a good thing for you."
Val, who had been keeping his head down, raised his eyes and looked at the boy.
Kosted's one eye is still staring at Tales, like a mamba observing before it attacks.
But before Tales finished speaking, his eyes were on fire, seeming to contain the deepest anger.
"But everyone knows - this is not righteousness, but a transaction! What you care about is not Star Kingdom, not the royal family, not the people, but yourself! You are not a lone hero who is willing to suffer criticism for the benefit of the kingdom! What you want is a satisfying Heir to the Kingdom, but you have to use righteousness to cover up your desires and interests!"
Tales coldly concluded with the knowledge he had learned in twenty days. "In Far East--they call this the words 'give up and say what you want, you must do it', which translates to: One-Eyed Dragon, you are a hypocrite, and it makes me sick."
Kosted's single eye was filled with only coldness.
The lords all looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Although this is an inside story that all smart people know, but to tell it in public... this is too...
"Wow," Falkenhaus clapped his hands in fear of causing chaos in the world, and said with a sinister smile, "At least you have good eloquence, kid."
Kessel the Fifth gently stroked his scepter with a deep look.
A few seconds later.
The crowd began to commotion, and even in the seats of commoners and minor nobles, some people were shouting.
"Are you done?"
Kosted gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly!
He walked an inch in front of Tales, looked down at him condescendingly, and said with force, "Damn boy, do you think you can deflect by talking nonsense..."
"Shut up, hypocrite," Tales suddenly raised his head and interrupted him coldly, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"The people standing in front of you are the bloodline of Brilliant Star, the descendants of Tomond I, the bloodline that you and every generation of your ancestors have knelt down and sworn to be loyal to until death!" Tales looked directly at Duke of Cliff without showing any weakness, and said without mercy:
"Even if you want to usurp the throne, for the sake of your ancestors, show some respect to me."
Kosted stared in disbelief at the six or seven-year-old child in front of him, humiliating him with his yet-to-be-acquired Brilliant Star identity, and for a moment he even forgot to refute.
A loud voice came from the square again, and words such as "Brilliant Star" and "Prince" could be vaguely heard.
"Too bad, it seems that the word has been passed down," Tales sneered, and said again without mercy, "Hypocrite Duke."
Without waiting for Kosted's reaction, he turned around suddenly and glanced at the lords.
"You have a private deal, right?" Tales said loudly and calmly:
"A group of nobles targeting the next king intercepted Exeter delegation and provoked a war. Northern Territory fell. Some people got territory and resources, some got promises and benefits, and some..." Tales slowly turned around, looked at the young Duke of South Bank, and said calmly:
"Maybe get the crown."
"Really, Duke of Iris?"
Many people turned their heads and followed Tales's gaze to look at Jann·Duke Kevendell.
Under the gaze of Tales and everyone else, Jann felt very uncomfortable.
The fact that he accidentally rescued and let go of the boy yesterday, but ended up ruining his plan, also made him very angry.
However, his long-term strict upbringing and aristocratic qualities allowed him to maintain his best demeanor without showing emotion or anger.
"Child, random guesses will not help confirm your identity," Jann gave a friendly smile and said calmly, "If you are not going to explain your life experience and provide proof, then we need to send an investigation team to spend some time to find out your past clearly before..."
Tales suddenly changed the topic and interrupted him!
"I encountered an assassin on the way to the Revival Palace yesterday," Tales looked at the lords in the room and saw the change in their eyes, and said calmly, "Thanks to you, Warden Duke of Southbank Territory, Jann·Cavendil, I escaped with my life."
Gilbert and Jinnie looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.
Upon hearing the news about the assassin, the crowd began to whisper again.
Tales nodded towards him with a peaceful expression:
"A life was saved, but someone lacked a word of thanks."
Jann suppressed the anger in his heart.
This guy knows that I let you go, a big fish, so...
Are you here specifically to piss me off?
"You're welcome," Jann smiled and nodded gracefully, "Every passing noble has the obligation to help. Besides, you already thanked you yesterday - but even if you are assassinated by an assassin, it doesn't prove that you..."
But Tales didn't let him continue.
"No, Master Cavendil," Tales raised his head coldly, "You misunderstood me."
Tales walked towards Jann step by step, speaking slowly according to the pace - words spoken in this way can give people the greatest sense of oppression and persuasion:
"I remember very clearly that the moment those assassins saw me, the leader was very surprised and even shouted 'no'," Tales walked to Cavendil's stone seat and said slowly:
"Gilbert Maybe it has always been strange. My whereabouts have not been leaked, but why did I meet the assassin?"
Jann looked at Tales in front of him in confusion.
What on earth is he going to do?
"As the target of their assassination, I was also very surprised. At that time, almost no one knew who I was. Even if you were promised the crown or related benefits and met me, you would not stab me with a sword without any explanation."
"It wasn't until just now that I saw Mr. Cavendil and your accomplices unanimously wanting to establish an heir that I finally figured it out," Tales lowered his head and sighed deeply:
"They're not here to kill me."
"But to kill another person."
Jann finally changed color.
Tales looked at Jann's suspicious and then shocked eyes, and said the remaining words word for word:
"Their target is another big shot who is also going to the Revival Palace and is destined to pass through that intersection. He also keeps a low profile and has few guards because of his secret travel."
Jann was shocked and speechless.
"Yes, Duke Kevendell."
Tales's eyes were steady and his words were cold. He looked at Jann who was already stunned in his seat and grinned:
"Yesterday, I was passing by and alerted them to assassinate me."
In the corner where no one was paying attention, Jinnie lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly.
"Sir Duke, it's me. I got it from the hands of a dozen or so professional assassins who are well-planned, well-trained, cooperative and well-hidden. They carry Psion and are equipped with military crossbows, which are enough to accurately assassinate the target under the protection of Extreme Realm Expert..."
Tales narrowed his gray eyes and spoke softly:
"... saved your life."
He dropped the last piece:
"So, you owe me a thank you, Duke Kevendell."
General.
Jann figured out something, then his whole face gradually turned pale, and his back unconsciously leaned against the stone seat.
The two people behind him, Count, Karabian and Lasia at Southbank Territory, all looked at each other in shock.
Breaking 300,000 words!
In order to commemorate and celebrate this historical moment, I decided to play some Dota2.
PS: It seems that I smelled the fragrance of grass in the book review area.