Under the extremely regretful look of old Kaslan, Thales breathed a sigh of relief after trying every possible means to avoid the glass of rye alcohol.

After they rested for a quarter of an hour, Viscount Cambida turned his head and nodded to the flaming knight Tuleha.

"Get ready!" Tuleha ordered to his soldiers: "We are ready to set off! We must reach Wellandland before tomorrow night!"

Upon hearing the officer's words, Exeter's officers and soldiers stood up, left their drink money, and walked out of the tavern.

Everyone in the stars looked at Thales.

Thales glanced at Putilai, shrugged, and jumped off the bar.

But just when he waved to the old man Kaslan and was about to leave.

"Kid, wait!"

Kaslan left the bar and walked to Thales.

Only then did Thales realize that this old man, Kaslan, was extremely tall, almost seven feet tall. He had to raise his neck to an extremely high angle just to look up at him.

Fortunately, Kaslan knelt down in front of him.

"You are going to apologize in front of King Nun, right?" Old Kaslan said slowly: "And I also heard that it is to repay Prince Morar for his misfortune in the stars."

"Yeah," Thales breathed out: "Let's see if King Nunn is interested in my head."

Kaslan's eyes moved slightly when he looked at him.

"When I was your age," the old man sighed, "I just followed my brother's butt and chased sparrows."

Thales smiled slightly.

But before Thales could speak, Kaslan said to himself: "Damn it, it's a mess of aristocratic political conspiracy, they never show mercy, do they?"

"It doesn't matter whether you are seven or seventeen... God knows how Prince Morar died. It's a pity, he was a good young man."

"This..." Thales looked surprised: "Thank you for your understanding... Mr. Kaslan..."

Kaslan looked at him steadily.

Until Thales showed an embarrassed look and pointed to the door.

"Listen," the old man Kaslan said calmly:

"I served under Nunn, and to some extent, I'm relatively familiar with him."

Does this tavern owner know King Nun?

Thales was slightly startled, then turned to look at Cambida not far away.

Why did they bring themselves here? Is it really to take a break?

Kaslan sighed softly: "He was a good king when he was young, a standard Walton burly man."

"I still remember the scene when Nun Walton stood at the 38th Watchtower, swinging his hammer at the incoming orcs."

"At that time, he was generous, tolerant and just, and could personally stand in front of the orc's ax for a nobody - every warrior would be proud to die for him."

"Oh?" Thales's eyes lit up: "That's good. It seems that at least he won't be a king who orders my head to be chopped off at every turn."

"But people change."

Old Kaslan exhaled, and his eyes became blurred and erratic: "Nun is also a human being, he will also grow old, and there will be a day when he will be confused by slander and sex, and will be swayed by desires and impulses."

"Although he bleeds the blood of Nekaru Ex, he is not a perfect dragon or hero after all."

"Especially...he is a father who lost his son."

Thales couldn't help but be stunned.

Kaslan lowered his head and stared closely at Thales: "Be careful, the second prince of the stars."

"Exter took the dragon as his flag, but for six hundred years, we have only worshiped the dragon's power, learned its pride, and left behind its wisdom and wisdom."

"Although we call ourselves children of the North Wind and the Dragon, the yoke of the empire we carry is no less than that of the stars."

"What do you mean?" Thales' eyes widened: "You mean: Exeter's domestic situation may be worse than imagined?"

"Kid, take care." Kaslan just shook his head and gently put his hand on his shoulder: "Since you gave me the money but didn't drink, then this can be considered a little advice from me."

Thales could only spread his hands: "Thank you for your advice..."

Unfortunately, it's of no use.

What is supposed to come will still come.

No matter what, he has to face Nunn VII.

"By the way," Kaslan hesitated for a while, then suddenly exhaled and smiled: "If you encounter any irreversible crisis in Exeter...even King Nun can't save you..."

King Nun can't save me?

Thales was suspicious: What does this mean?

"There is a butcher's shop on the westbound road of Longxiao City. The signboard is a dagger." Kaslan chuckled and whispered under Thales's frowning expression: "The boss is a Far Easterner named Gu.

He owed me a favor back then, and he was a bold guy who often dared to do things that violated the law."

"If you want to ask him for help - just say 'six and a half'."

Under Thales' surprised eyes, the old man Kaslan slapped him hard on the shoulder again!

The second prince staggered again.

In the eyes of Thales, who was grinning, the old man in front of him slowly stood up and laughed boldly:

"Next time you come, remember to drink my rye!"

"That's the symbol of manhood!"

Before Putilai showed his murderous gaze, Thales smiled awkwardly and left.

Cambida frowned and watched Thales and the others go away.

Then he slowly walked to the bar and turned to the old man Kaslan.

"You see, the next king of the stars," Cambida's eyes radiated cold light: "You see how different he is, his maturity has changed, right? What were we doing when we were seven years old? Nun King Seven

What were you doing when you were old?"

"Well," the old man Kaslan said slowly, staring at the door of the tavern, "this kid's eyes are indeed different from others."

In the child's eyes, he could see no awe or nervousness, only full interest and curiosity.

There is also an enigmatic self-confidence and determination that never seem to waver.

This is not the look a frightened child who is thousands of miles away from home should have.

"This is the next opponent that Exeter will face... I am almost certain that when he grows up, he will become Exeter's formidable enemy." Cambida raised the corner of his mouth and knocked on the bar.

: "It's a pity that the Grand Duke can't attack him directly."

"When did we Northlanders become such cowards that even a seven-year-old child is afraid of us?" Kaslan said in a disdainful voice: "Maintaining the country amid conspiracy and fear... this is what a precarious empire can do.

matter."

"Of course," the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard said softly: "For this, we need a better king, not an old and fatuous person who is sitting on a corpse and eating nothing, nor is he a young man with hot blood and brain."

"Huh," Kaslan grabbed two wine glasses and put them in the kitchen window: "So Charmaine Lombard is really a good candidate?"

"I believe you still love Exeter and the kingdom of dragons deeply," Cambida looked at him steadily: "Even if His Majesty Nunn drives you out of the White Blade Guards."

"Hey!" The old man seemed particularly unconvinced by this sentence: "Nunn didn't drive me away!"

"I left on my own!"

Cambida didn't speak, just stared at the old man.

Really?

After a few seconds, he slowly said:

"So you still don't agree?"

"Ha!" Kaslan shook his head mockingly: "I'm just a tavern owner, what can I promise?"

"'Kaslan the Earthshaker', as the previous leader of the White Blade Guards, your reputation is still spread among them, and your story is still told in the thirty-eight outposts." Cambida said slowly.

: "As long as you say a word..."

"What, you want me to use my influence and connections to convince my old subordinates to side with Charmaine?" Kaslan snorted with disdain.

"I believe you will make the best choice for Exeter," Cambida said with a calm expression, but sharp eyes, looking straight at the old man Kaslan:

"Caslan Rumba..."

"After all, you are the uncle of His Highness the Grand Duke."

Kaslan looked up sharply.

"He is still the most famous commander of the White Blade Guards since the founding of Exeter." Cambida said calmly.

"In the coming storm, you are destined to be unable to survive alone."

Of course, it may not be just "persuading old subordinates", but it may go further.
To be continued...