Sometimes he felt that his mother was not looking at him, but was looking at a god through him.
In addition, he has been under strict control since he was a child. While other princes and princesses can live a relaxed life, he has to complete all his study tasks. This kind of life is really suffocating after too long.
So he didn't plan to go back.
Maybe this was revenge, he didn't want to care. No matter what the woman expected of him, he didn't want to respond. He wanted to devote the rest of his life to the Ash Legion - at least this idea was true.
"I still don't understand." Gaunt opened his mouth and sighed, "My father was still so young when she gave birth to me. Has she been planning this kind of thing so early?"
"Gunter," said Sols, "You and I have been in command of the Second Division for many years. We have faced many troubles. Do you remember what I warned you at that time?"
"You said, 'No matter how unreasonable the things that emerge from the darkness are, there must be some rationale behind them.'" Gaunt shook his head, "Can this sentence also be used to explain him...?"
"That's because you haven't seen enough." Sols smiled and took another sip of wine. "If we had enough information, we could figure it all out."
"Then you...Souls!"
"Don't look at me. I don't know why she is so anxious to seek a position for you." Sols frowned. "After all, I am not your real uncle. She just adopted you back then... I'm not sure if she has been paving the way for you today since then. I don't want to think about the reasons behind this and what it means..."
The last second, Gunter was still wondering what he meant by that, but as his thoughts changed, his breathing became rapid.
Everything my mother is doing now seems like she is trying to find an opportunity to force my father to make her the crown prince.
She was a shrewd woman, perhaps even the shrewdest person Gaunt had ever seen in his life. She certainly wouldn't plan these things for no reason, there must be a reason for her.
what is the reason.
When she was pregnant with me, my father was still so young and healthy - of course he is still young and healthy now, so why is she in such a hurry to pave the way for herself?
Could it be that my father actually had health problems? And he had been hiding it for years?
He was shocked by his own guess.
If this is true, then Sarah's current stability is actually an illusion.
Because strictly speaking, no prince is qualified to hold the kingship.
Naris controls the Third Division, and although he is well-loved, he is definitely not suited to governing.
I too... hate that officialdom from the bottom of my heart. Everyone speaks with masks on. Such a life is worse than pure darkness.
At least the darkness never lied to him.
There is no one else except them.
Teni Ze - to put it bluntly, he is a waste. He eats, drinks and has fun in the capital every day. I heard that he has developed a bad habit of gambling on football. Even if you give him the royal power, something bad will happen. Too many nobles and people in the department will not obey him.
Other brothers and sisters are protected in the ivory tower. They have not yet "come out" and some are still studying.
He could confirm that he and Naris did not have that intention.
But he didn't know if other people thought the same way.
Even if it was the same for everyone else, he couldn't guarantee that it would be the same for those around them.
Just like his mother...
And those damn businessmen...
Gaunt couldn't imagine what the country would become if his father fell in the current situation.
destroy?
I'm afraid the destruction of the country is the best outcome.
Destroy the country, and quickly give birth to a new regime in the midst of disputes and civil strife. Although it is bloody, it can at least maintain the system framework of human civilization and ensure the continued fight against the gray fog of the dream world.
The worst thing is that we failed to preserve this system.
If the situation spreads to the cult and causes problems with the Holy Stone Slab...
Um! ! !
He shuddered violently again.
"Tell me Gunter, what's going on in your heart."
Sols suddenly asked him.
His tone and expression were unusually serious.
"I am willing to burn everything for the last remaining torch and for the continuation of civilization!"
Gaunt said firmly.
"it is good!"
Sols grinned.
"Then things will be much easier."
"Go back to Wayne now and tell His Majesty your thoughts directly."
"Thors!?" Gunter widened his eyes in astonishment, suspecting that the other party was joking.
"Don't blame me for saying this, Gaunt. Your mother is the most cunning person I have ever seen in my life. I am afraid that even His Majesty sometimes doesn't know what she is thinking..."
"As for someone like me, I have no problem leading an army against another army, or fighting against evil creatures. But I can't fight her. I'm not good at this."
"So...?" Gaunt was still confused.
"So the simplest solution is to play it straight."
Sauls raised his eyebrows.
"Whatever she wants to do, Sarah is still your Majesty's Sarah. I don't believe your Majesty is unaware of what is happening now."
"Then what should I do?"
"Just go and confront him and tell him what you think."
"and then?"
"You do whatever he tells you to do."
"Whether you stay in the capital or come back."
Gaunt's hair stood on end.
Come back...of course he knew what it meant.
It was nothing more than recognizing his pursuit and allowing him to continue to hone his skills under Sols in preparation for taking over the Second Division in the future.
But staying in the capital...
Letting him stay in the capital at this time...
"You are a prince, but you are also his subject."
The look in Sols' eyes when he looked at him also became darker.
"Remember this."
"There's more to being a torch than just this one way."
Chapter 38 Cover
As the man calling himself "Tasm-Bissen" approached, Hitzfeld felt the collar shrink.
This might just be her illusion... because when she pressed her hand to the surface of the collar, she could confirm by stroking it that it did not change at all.
But the shrinking feeling was real. She immediately became extremely alert and changed her attitude towards the fur trader.
The heart... this is also a mysterious organ.
In a previous life, humans seemed to have mastered the secrets of this organ, but some things still remain unexplained.
For example, after undergoing a heart transplant, a very few people have "mutated". Some have their IQs skyrocketed, and they become obsessed with professional skills that they were not good at or interested in before, such as music and mathematics.
Others experience a drastic change in temperament, like a completely different person compared to before the operation.
Hitzfeld didn't know much about this, just like a bystander. She wasn't sure if this was a story made up by unscrupulous media to attract attention. After all, the regime across the sea had done a lot of things like making up stories or even making up a disease to sell medical services and medicine.
But this at least gave her an idea: the heart... and other human organs, may not be unrelated to the mind.
No matter how sophisticated and mysterious the brain is, it still needs nutrition. Without the continuous blood and oxygen supply from the organs below, it can't produce any thoughts. It is really hard to determine whether the heart will also participate in the process of creating thoughts and play a mysterious role in it.
And who knows whether the human body structure in this world is still the same as in the previous life.
Her left eye turned into a tentacle monster that messed up her brain, but she is still alive and well. Maybe other people's physical conditions are even more outrageous than hers?
It doesn't seem impossible.
"Is there anything else, Mr. Beeson?" Hitzfeld asked in a low voice, staring at the fur merchant in front of him.
The collar has been speculated to be a "seal", meaning that it is a protective measure specifically designed to keep the body below the neck pure from contamination by the tentacles of her left eye.
The surface of this thing didn't change, but it gave her a feeling of tightening. Thinking about it casually, she could conclude that there must be something wrong with the tentacle in her left eye.
The unusual movement triggered the seal, causing her to feel strangled.
When this person approaches, the tentacles extend towards the neck in an attempt to break through the seal... Why?
Is he having heart problems?
Or does he have the power to threaten my heart?
When he thought of the latter possibility, Hitzfeld reflexively reached out and pulled off the blindfold.
This was the first time she did this since arriving in the town of Elnak, so directly and frankly, exposing those enchanting dark golden eyes to others.
"You...you are not blind?" Tasme was very surprised to see her do this. He stared at the golden pupil with wide eyes, his mouth open, and his right hand unconsciously pressed on his left chest.
"Wait a minute..." He spoke with some difficulty, pressing his head with his left hand and shaking it vigorously a few times.
"Why am I suddenly out of breath...I..."
He couldn't say anything anymore. He felt as if a hand suddenly appeared in his chest from the void, tightly grasping his heart and continuously tightening it.
His heart ached... The sharp and intense pain made him sweat profusely, and he fell to the ground after shaking his body.
"Tasm! Oh my god!"
Soon there were exclamations from all around, and they looked at the scene in amazement - the fur trader covered his chest with his hands, and slowly knelt down in front of the girl with slow, trembling, pilgrim movements, his face full of entanglement, distortion and pain.
As for the female detective named Aisuen Hitzfeld, she put her hand on her left eye socket and pulled her eyelids to the sides desperately as if she was possessed, as if she was trying her best to keep them open.
"Monster!" they shouted, "There is no mistake, she is a monster! She has controlled Tasmu with evil magic! Let's run!"
"Bang bang bang bang!"
After four consecutive gunshots, Xia Yibing rushed directly into the crowd.
No one dared to look her in the eyes. She came up to the girl like a queen inspecting her flock of sheep. She first looked at the stalemate between her and Tasm-Bissen, and then - she drew a knife from the void.
In fact, she couldn't understand.
But there was no time for her to study it, so she could only assume that a connection had been established between the two that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
This connection cannot be detected by human power, only "Changxia", only this nightmare blade can reach it.
"Zheng——"
The sharp explosion almost tore people's earlobes.
Accompanied by a series of teeth-grinding noises, some brave people forced themselves to open their eyes and saw the girl in the white dress stepping back in embarrassment, leaning against the wall behind her and gasping for breath.
They were all confused.
Not sure what this situation means.
"Control him..."
At this moment, the gray-haired girl who was covering her left eye suddenly spoke.
She pointed with her other hand at the man who was still trembling on the ground, her tone so cold that it was almost inhuman.
"There are two parasites in total, one is Fair's brain and the other is his heart..."
"The heart seed is in him."
"Aisun..."
Xia Yibing's pupils shrank slightly. She did not do what she said immediately, but whispered her name.
The girl just now made her feel very strange.
