Reckless Through The New World

"Your Highness, Your Royal Highness, your performance just now is truly admirable!"

"Thank you for the compliment. But it's also my little nephew who cooperates well. If he didn't cooperate, I wouldn't have the opportunity to perform like that."

"No no no! Excellent people are like stars in the dark night, and they will definitely shine. Dark clouds can temporarily cover the stars, but how can they cover it permanently?"

"Ha, you make me feel a little ashamed. So, what's your next plan?"

"Let's take a look at the actions of the orcs for the time being. If they can't put enough pressure on Thrace, then we don't have to do anything. Only if they can put enough pressure on Thrace, we need to take follow-up actions."

The light of the communication crystal on the table slowly dimmed, and there was no longer a voice coming out of it. Prince Jon sat behind the desk and watched the crystal silent for a long time, and finally smiled, but said nothing.

Then, he went to practice martial arts again.

What happened in the Great Hall of Thrace was soon known by the travelers. Everyone was a little puzzled by Prince Jon's speech - in their impressions, this prince is really a typical example of indifference to the world, living like a seagrass drifting with the flow, except for the dragon slaying incident, there is almost no existence. I can feel it.

Therefore, everyone was very surprised when they learned that this guy with a sense of existence like an asteroid would jump out and ridicule the king.

"what happened to him?"

"Literally, he's sarcasm."

"I know he's mocking, but why is he mocking?"

"I'm not him, how do I know why he is mocking?"

A dialogue like this is the analysis of Prince Jon by the transmigrators.

It's no wonder that they are different from ordinary people. They have long had an inherent impression of Prince Jon. When Prince Jon's performance is completely different from the inherent impression, they don't know where to go better than ordinary people.

A few days later, He Yin, the librarian who almost never leaves the castle, came to Tarakhan City and found James Edward, who was still an instructor.

"...It's basically like this. What do you think Jon is thinking?"

James looked at him in surprise: "Could it be that you, who can be regarded as a sage among the aliens, don't even know what he thinks?"

"We are just ordinary people." He Yin said, "We do have great power, and we do know a lot of things that others don't know. But this is the accumulation of years, not that we have any 'all-knowing' beyond ordinary people. Capability. If we don't have intelligence on what's going on in our time, we're not more responsive or more aware than the average person."

"Like this time, for example. We don't know much about Jon Thrace as much as you, who used to be his good friend."

James suddenly realized, thought for a moment, and said, "In my opinion, Jon is trying to show his presence and fight for a chance to quit the Thracian kingdom."

"Quit from the Thracian kingdom? As the prince of Thrace, even if he is only a court noble, at least he has no shortage of status and wealth. Why does he want to quit?"

"Probably because politics is very dangerous." James said, "I don't believe I need to say more about what Richard has done. His son, who was also raised by the King of Assassins, has a character that can be imagined. I know. If I guess correctly, Jon must be very pessimistic about his future outcome. So of course he wants to find an opportunity to quit the Thracian kingdom, even if he returns to the steppe and becomes a hermit, herding cattle and sheep for a living, at least live."

"His condition is so dangerous?" Harmony asked in surprise, "Are you thinking too much?"

"I also think it's a bit of an exaggeration, but other than that, I can't think of any other explanation."

He Yin said goodbye and left, telling everyone James' judgment.

The transmigrators talked a lot about this. Many people felt that James took the problem too seriously, and some people thought that James' judgment was correct.

That night, Sean Kaolin, the leader of a rock band living in Thrace, simply took advantage of the darkness to visit Prince Jon.

On the way to the Prince's mansion, he noticed that there were many spies nearby and kept an eye on it. Although these spies were incapable of discovering him who had used the high-level invisibility scroll to hide his tracks, it was completely impossible for ordinary people to escape their surveillance.

(It seems... James Edward's analysis is not completely unreasonable...)

With this thought in mind, when he met Prince Jon, he did not directly ask the most important question, but asked: "His Royal Highness, do you know that there are a large group of spies around your mansion?"

"How many?" Prince Jon asked without any surprise or panic, but with a smile of interest.

"I didn't count them carefully, but there are always a dozen or so."

"Ha, the number has indeed increased." Prince Jon smiled and said, "There were only four or five before."

"What the **** is going on? Do you know why?"

"I generally know something." Prince Jon nodded, "but... can I trust you?"

He looked at Sean Gaoling seriously: "If you can give me a clear answer, then I can give you an answer too. If not, then we will only drink and eat tonight."

Sheehan smiled: "I don't dare to say anything else, I am somewhat confident about the strictness of my mouth."

Prince Jon also smiled: "That's fine. Let's have a drink together, and by the way, clarify the questions you are curious about one by one."

After three rounds of drinking, he began to tell his story.

Sheehan is fairly clear about his affairs, but he doesn't know anything about his mental journey. Hearing him explain his thoughts, he couldn't help but nod his head again and again.

"...That's basically it." Prince Jon finished speaking, and let out a long sigh, as if to spit out the depression in his heart, "Actually, I also know that the chance of this plan succeeding is not very big. But for me, even if the plan fails, at best it's just death. It's easier than waiting for my ruthless nephew to grow up and kill me, isn't it?"

Sheehan was silent, he thought for a long time, and then said, "You know what? Actually, James Edward is still alive."

"what?!"

"James has been incognito for years, living in Tara Khan." Sheehan said, "However, when the huge space debris that sealed Richard exploded, he was watching from the vicinity."

"What about him now?" Prince Jon asked hurriedly.

"Of course I still live a quiet life of incognito." Sheehan said with a smile, "So, in fact... it's not that you don't have a choice."

Prince Jon's eyes lit up with a cheerful smile.