Thales stared blankly at Lumba's half-unsheathed sword.

This is not the first time he has been in danger.

According to Thales's understanding of the world, I'm afraid it won't be the last time.

But he really didn't know what he could do when he was in the same carriage with the murderous Grand Duke of Lombard and there were countless soldiers outside the carriage.

Use the so-called magic power again?

Thales stretched out his hand and squeezed Little Slippery's hand.

"You are Nun's granddaughter, little girl." Lumba turned his sword blade over and said calmly.

The two of them froze slightly.

Thales' palms were cold and he didn't know how to react.

He found it.

Grand Duke Heisha looked at the old sword in his hand steadily, his eyes full of strange emotions.

"When Nunn went out to fight the disaster, he took you and her with him, the two most important bargaining chips. This move really exceeded my expectations." Lumba said to himself.

The little slipper was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

Thales took a deep breath.

What should he do?

No.

Since it's the end.

He needs to at least figure something out.

Thales slowly raised his head and looked directly into Lumba's eyes: "I think your actions probably exceeded Nunn's expectations."

"killer."

"Whoa!"

There was a crisp sound of metal friction.

The little slipper's head shook slightly, and Thales was also startled.

Lumba turned his head, and the sword blade in his hand had returned to the scabbard.

"Don't you understand yet? Whether it's Nunn's death or the current chaos, Archduke Ba's eyes were very complicated, but Thales couldn't read much emotion in them. He only heard the Grand Duke say: "All of this is...

You brought it."

"Me?" Thales raised his eyes in shock.

Rumba's expression fluctuated on the bumpy carriage, changing in light and dark as the light changed.

"If everything goes smoothly and develops according to the plan of Aaron De and I," the Grand Duke said calmly, "then both stars and dragons will be reborn."

"Until you ruin everything."

Lumba's eyes became sharp and cold, pointing directly at Thales.

"In the stars, you turned Arlend, who was destined to be the king, into a prisoner. In the Broken Dragon Fortress, you blocked my last escape route. In Exeter, you used Nunn's anger to drive the Black Sand Territory to destruction.

On the edge," the words of the Black Sand Duke became extremely cold, making Thales shudder: "It was you who forced me to choose the most drastic method."

Thales gritted his teeth.

"A coward's excuse," the prince tried his best not to look at the old scabbard that was polished and polished, and said without taking a step back: "Why don't you ask yourselves why you want to assassinate Prince Morar restlessly and covet the throne?

Woolen cloth?"

"Even after the plan failed, you didn't have no other options, but you chose the most extreme one."

Thales gave Lumba a cold look:

"The regicide archduke."

Lumba stared at him motionless, and then gave a rare sneer.

"When I was your age," Lumba's lips tilted slightly to one side, his eyes shining: "My mother took Harold and me back to Longxiao City. At the city gate, I watched a prisoner being executed with my own eyes.

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"The moment before the execution, grandpa's warrant came: he wanted to pardon the prisoner."

Thales frowned and glanced outside the carriage with his peripheral vision.

No.

Still no chance.

"As a result," Lombard continued: "The executioner chopped off the prisoner's head with an ax before the warrant was read out and before the king's order took effect."

Little Huitou was still very frightened, but as she listened to Lumba's story, she unconsciously showed a listening look.

"The executioner was a strong warrior, his techniques were clean and neat, without any delay. I still remember the head raised high and the blood spilled, as well as the scene of him taking the king's order without hesitation with his bloody hands.

.”

The Grand Duke paused, lowered his head, and lowered his gaze to the sword in his hand.

"In the carriage, Harold kept comforting me who was so frightened that I cried." Lombard seemed to be in a daze, and he said silently: "That was the first time I understood what death is and what killing is."

He raised his head and turned towards Thales.

However, this time, Lumba's eyes did not turn to Thales.

Instead, he threw it behind him.

Turn to the little girl.

Thales' heart tightened, and he couldn't help but squeeze Little Slippery's hand.

"Later, mother told us that the executioner was her brother, our uncle, Prince Noon Walton."

Lumba said expressionlessly, staring at the little slipper with a pair of sharp eyes:

"Nun Walton VII, your grandfather, my uncle was born to be a killer, ruthless, tough and stubborn, unable to tolerate weakness and hesitation, especially after his coronation."

The little slipper just stared at Lumba blankly, not daring to say anything.

"He has always liked to be simple and rude, and to deal with his enemies vigorously and resolutely." Lombard said calmly.

Thales' eyes moved.

The scene of King Nun killing Perfit, poisoning Alex, and exiling Michael without any delay in the Hall of Heroes is still vivid in my mind.

But what impressed him most was when the old king took out the 'Triumph' and put it into the hands of the little slippery man.

"He did this to the Glacier Orcs, to White Mountain, to the Freedom Alliance, and to the Kingdom of Stars. And now," Lumba looked out the window again, with a heavy tone that Thales could feel: "He did this to Black

The same goes for Sand Collar.”

"The only solution to facing him," Lumba put his fingers on the scabbard slightly harder, and his words suddenly turned cold: "is to be faster than him, and destroy him first before he destroys me."

At the same time, Thales sighed.

"I understand," the prince suddenly said, his words full of exhaustion and hollowness: "Start from the fortress."

Lumba looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

"Your conspiracy," Thales leaned on the carriage, feeling a little depressed: "It started when I was assassinated in front of the fortress and then entered your military camp, right?"

"You knew very well at that time that if you failed to capture the Broken Dragon Fortress, what awaited you would be King Nun's terrifying and violent revenge."

Thales raised his head, met Lumba's eyes, and said with certainty: "From that time on, you made up your mind to completely destroy Nunn - before he destroys you."

Lumba's eye sockets narrowed slightly.

It seems a bit unexpected.

"Tell me about your plan," Thales raised his eyebrows and exhaled through his nose, "It must be boring to complete an unprecedented feat with all your heart, but no one to talk to."

"Tell me, how did you accomplish all this?"

Lumba's eyes still stayed on him, motionless.

The carriage turned a corner, and the inertia caused the prince and the little slipper to tilt slightly.

Thales decided to take the initiative and let him lead the conversation.

Just like those dreams in previous lives, countless field surveys and interviews.

"So you proposed to form an alliance with me in the camp," the prince said calmly: "Actually, you don't have good intentions? Maybe you want to arrange something through me?"

For example, it would be more convenient to blame King Nun's death on him - just as Rumba is doing now.

Thales thought of the days in the Black Sand Military Camp.

An ally's stab in the back is always more effective than an enemy's in-your-face attack.

He thought of Serena Corleone.

The femme fatale who taught him to be wary of his allies.
To be continued...