In the early morning of Longxiao City, a two-wheeled carriage was driving on the messy streets, weaving skillfully.

As the carriage moved forward, the indignant shouts outside the window gradually became less frequent.

In the carriage, Marquis Slys turned his head and looked at Thales who said nothing.

The Marquis shook his head silently in his heart.

after all……

"Are you okay, Your Highness?" the Marquis of Camus asked tentatively.

Thales raised his head as if he was aware of it, and glanced at Slys in a daze.

The little slipper on the side felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and secretly took a breath.

Under the subtle gaze of the Marquis, Thales sighed after a long while:

"Yes."

"Just a little tired."

Shless squeezed his cane and looked solemn.

"What are your plans, Your Highness?"

Thales closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and expelled all the fear and shaking in his heart.

I have to cheer up.

The more times like this...

The prince clenched his fists and felt the wound made by the dagger in his palm.

It hurts.

but……

"I seem to understand a little bit," he opened his eyes with firm eyes: "As for why Lomba dared to risk assassinating His Majesty and brought his army to Longxiao City in person - we must rush to the Palace of Heroes as soon as possible."

"It's war again, right?" Marquis Slys sighed.

He turned his gaze to the street outside the window, his expression hesitant at first, and then he said worriedly:

"Is there any other circumstantial evidence regarding the assassination of His Majesty the King?"

In front of Thales's eyes, the figures of the White Blade Guards came one after another, and he remembered the scene when they used their flesh and blood to block the crossbow arrows for the two children.

I remembered the image of the last white-blade guard with a distorted face, struggling to turn around to meet the enemy.

Dragon Guard.

Thales came back to his senses and shook his head: "Maybe not. With Lumba's character, he will probably handle it very cleanly - is there any news about Nicolai or others? People in the shield area?"

"As far as I know, there is no such thing." Marquis Slys gently pulled his sleeves and sighed slightly: "It seems that things are a bit troublesome."

"Yes," Thales said in a low voice, thinking quickly about the situation in front of him: "No one expected that Lombard would use such a fast, fierce and extremely effective method... King Exeter was killed by his subordinate Grand Duke.

I’m afraid there aren’t many examples.”

"not even one."

A young female voice sounded in the carriage.

Thales and Shless were both startled, and turned to look at the little slippery head.

"About two hundred years ago, the Tann family in the Welland Territory tried to assassinate the then king of Gongju. As a result, the conspiracy was exposed. The Xhosa king gathered the armies of other grand dukes and marched to the castle of the Tann family.

Raise the banner of the Ronnie Family's 'Knight Code'."

After Xiao Huantou said this, he blinked and touched his head, as if he was recalling carefully:

"On the seventh day, the 'Mourning Archduke' Amos Tann, who violated the political oath, was bound out of the city by his subordinates and the resentful subjects." The girl raised her head and said affirmatively: "In front of

In front of everyone, the Xhosa King himself pierced the traitor's chest with the soul-killing spear."

"Jacob Olesio was the first person to escort the deceased Grand Duke out of the city. Later, he became the first Grand Duke of Welland with the surname Olesio."

Thales and Slys frowned and listened to the little slippery man with strange expressions.

Only then did the little slipper notice the expressions of the other two people, his face turned red, and he quickly lowered his head timidly.

They looked at each other.

"You said she is your maid?" Marquis Slys was a little confused.

"Yeah, that's what I like about her," Thales touched his head, a little embarrassed, and secretly poked Little Slippery, making the latter's head lower: "Hey."

"Is that so?" Shless glanced at the little slicker with deep meaning and smiled slyly: "That's it."

Thales quickly changed the subject: "So, whether it is regicide or rebellion, it seems that they are both serious crimes in the North."

Shless nodded and sighed: "If you put it this way, the Northlanders will not allow a regicide... How can Lumba have such courage?"

Thales put down his hands and looked heavy.

He thought of Viscount Cambida from the Black Sand Territory and the Fire Knight, one of the five generals.

"I'm afraid, we have all underestimated Lumba." He said silently.

Thales suddenly raised his head.

"But Lumba still has a level of difficulty that cannot be bypassed," the prince narrowed his eyes: "If his intention is indeed what I think."

Shless's eyes stayed on his cane: "For example?"

"Too many things are still shrouded in mystery. It is necessary to reorganize the clues." Thales shook his head, his face became more and more serious, and his brain was running wildly: "When did Lumba start planning, and how did he implement it all?"

."

The carriage turned a corner.

"Is this important? The situation has gotten so bad." Marquis Slys took out a delicate pocket watch with a copper chain: "With all due respect, in addition to clarifying the facts, maybe you should consider how to escape. I can provide some

The way…”

"This is very important," Thales nodded slowly and straightened out his thoughts step by step: "The reason why the situation is so bad is because we underestimated Lumba before."

"I'll ask you again," Shles said with a serious expression, "Now I can send you quietly out of the city, or even back to the stars - are you sure you want to return to the Palace of Heroes?"

"Go back to that unpredictable whirlpool?"

Thales seemed not to have heard what he said and said to himself: "We still don't know the full extent of Lumba's plan, so we might as well go back to the beginning of his plan..."

Shless observed the young prince silently, and his evaluation of him rose slightly in his heart.

Under such circumstances, how many people can restrain their fear and think calmly?

What a pity.

The Marquis sighed silently in his heart.

The prince's eyes suddenly paused.

"Your Majesty the Marquis," Thales thought of something, and he asked subconsciously: "Why did King Nunn find Perfitt and this Lumba collaborator?"

"Ah?" Marquis Zenliucheng raised his eyebrows.

Why does King Nun want... to find Perfit?

This question still needs to be asked?

"Because Grand Duke Perfitt happened to kill his son?" Shles rolled his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand the prince's question. He had a strange expression on his face and tentatively replied: "And His Majesty Nunn happened to

Did you discover this?"

Thales shook his head.

"Because King Nun obtained the investigative information on Lomba - the Sword of Disaster, remember?" Thales' eyes became clearer and clearer, "This information led to the assassination of Prince Morar and my death in front of Broken Dragon Fortress.

Assassinations are linked.”

"That's why you concluded that Lumba has a collaborator, and that's why King Nun wants revenge."

A land of ice and snow appeared in front of Thales' eyes.

Those were the words that Nikolai and Shles said to him a few nights before arriving at Longxiao City.

Shless did not answer immediately. He paused slightly and thought thoughtfully: "What do you mean..."

Thales exhaled slowly, and his eyes were solemn as never before: "I'm afraid, when I set off from the Black Sand Territory, Nikolai received the news about the Sword of Disaster, and when King Nun decided to take revenge, we will all

Fell into Rumba’s plan.”

He lowered his head slightly, with an ugly expression on his face. Seeing his expression, the little naughty boy on the side didn't dare to say anything.

No.

not enough.

There are still some clues missing, some key clues.

"To be able to execute such a big and long-term plan," Thales murmured: "From planning to execution, from the Black Sand Territory to Longxiao City, from assassination to troop transportation, from operation to confidentiality - it is absolutely impossible.

If a remote archduke can accomplish this on his own, Lombard must have someone to help him."
To be continued...