"How does it end?"

In the moving carriage, Lumba lowered his head and fiddled with his sword absently, with a subtle expression, but did not answer.

"King Nuen is dead, but Longxiao City is still powerful. There are still four very important Grand Dukes in the Palace of Heroes. I don't think they are all fools," Thales observed the Grand Duke's expression and said cautiously: "And

Prince of Stars assassinated King Gongju - this result will definitely not satisfy everyone, especially when the army from the Black Sand Territory suddenly appears."

Thales stared closely at Lumba's face and whispered: "How are you going to explain to them? Or just don't explain to them and kill them all?"

Lumba said nothing and his expression was wooden.

Thales clenched his fists slightly.

The carriage is still moving, and I don't know how far it is from the Palace of Heroes.

I don’t know how far away I am from the end of my life.

no solution anymore.

Strong medicine is needed.

"If nothing unexpected happens, once the news of Nunn's death spreads, the King Selection will be held soon." Thales took a deep breath and spoke lightly: "Do you think you still have a chance?"

Sure enough, Lumba's eyes moved and he looked at him.

Thales suppressed his inner nervousness and responded to him with the calmest expression.

"Not to mention that you are Nunn's enemy and you have a terrible reputation for killing your brothers," Thales said carefully: "The grand dukes will not let you become the king."

Lumba's eyes were fixed on his sword.

"King?" The Grand Duke raised his voice and pronounced the word in a questioning tone. Then he snorted softly and repeated it sarcastically:

"king!"

"You were born in the Bright Star royal family, a descendant of the emperor, the natural, orthodox, and legal ruling family of the entire Star Kingdom," Lumba said quietly: "Of course you don't have such concerns, right?"

Thales's heart moved. At that moment, he seemed to have caught something.

"Concerns?" he asked naturally.

Lumba ignored him, his sharp eyes still focused on his old sword: "Since Nun's grandfather, they have regarded the Black Sand Territory as a thorn in their side. At that time, Walton had already begun Longxiao City's monopoly on the throne.

."

The little slippery one blinked.

"When Nun's father arrived, the Walton family began to try to control the Black Sand Territory," Lombard continued, his eyes a little lost:

"For example, calling the young son of the Grand Duke of Black Sand into the White Blade Guards, or marrying his daughter, the noble Princess Exter, to his father, the heir of the Grand Duke of Black Sand, in the name of the king."

Thales frowned slightly.

During the duel between King Nun and Perfit, he seemed to have heard similar stories.

"This is how my parents were married," Lumba sighed, and then a rare smile appeared on the face of the Grand Duke of Heisha: "Unexpectedly, this marriage that was purely based on the king's will turned out to be pretty good - I heard the old man

Servants said that my mother tried every means to make my father fall in love with her and gave birth to two sons and three daughters for him. This love lasted until my father became a grand duke."

The carriage entered a narrow alley, seemed to be taking a shortcut, or taking a long detour?

Rumba's words continued:

"In this way, my father single-handedly resisted the erosion of Longxiao City, even though this erosion originated from the woman he loved most on his bed - his family and power. He has been wandering on this balance all his life."

Thales and Little Huitou listened quietly.

Such a Black Sand Duke is rare.

"Since we were very young, Harold and I have been taken between Longxiao City and Black Sand Territory by our mother," Grand Duke Lumba exhaled, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Until we grew up, until we

Harold began to take over the governance of the Black Sand Territory."

"Harold?" Thales's heart moved. The name seemed a bit unfamiliar: "He is..."

Lombard paused.

"Harold Lombard, my eldest brother," the archduke's eyes flashed with darkness and sarcasm: "a ridiculous fool."

"There is no fool in the world than him."

He said quietly.

Little Huantou seemed to have remembered something, her face turned pale slightly when she looked at Lumba.

From Lumba's tone, Thales felt a different emotion.

"You don't have a brother, do you?" Lumba's eyes still stayed on the sword. After a few seconds, he said lonelyly:

"How lucky."

Thales raised his eyebrows: he thought of the two small stone urns in the tomb of Bright Star, his nominal sister and brother.

Lydia and Luther Brightstar.

Rumba gently drew out his sword.

The Grand Duke had a complicated expression, and his fingers gently brushed the sharp sword blade.

"Until twelve years ago," Lumba raised his head slightly, looked at Thales, and his tone turned cold:

"Everything has changed."

His actions made the prince feel cold in his heart.

etc.

Thales' brain started to work.

Twelve years ago...twelve years ago again?

That means……

"Unprecedented civil strife broke out in the Kingdom of Stars, and the chaos was overwhelming," Lombard's voice sounded in the carriage, narrating the history that Thales was all too familiar with: "Since the Fourth Continental War, Exeter has been waiting for a rare opportunity in a century.

:Reunify the Northland, and completely eliminate the threat from Broken Dragon Fortress."

Thales stared blankly at the sword in Lumba's hand.

"Nun is ready to send troops south. He contacted almost every archduke. In response, Harold, as the heir of the Black Sand Territory, was sent to attend the meeting of the leaders in Dragon Sky City," Lumba breathed in slowly

He took a breath of cold air and continued:

"An accident happened."

Thales's heart moved.

"A follower in Harold's team suddenly rose up and assassinated Nunn's eldest son," Lombard's rough voice was low and majestic, as if there was a hidden power. He snorted coldly: "That self-righteous and cruel man

Kill, Prince Suriel, who was exactly the same as his father, died in Harold's team."

At that moment, Thales' heart skipped a beat.

The second prince digested Lumba's story motionlessly, while his hand was held firmly by the little slipper, getting tighter and tighter.

He has heard this story.

Just last night.

"The news has reached the Black Sand Territory," Lumba pressed the hilt of his sword, his face turned cold, "Father is even ready for Nun to make a big fuss and start a war with Longxiao City."

"Unexpectedly, Harold, who should have been responsible for this, did not receive even a trace of condemnation, let alone imprisonment or detention."

"Nunn comforted him with soft words, personally spoke to him to excuse him, and even continued to let him participate in the meeting, and sent him back to the Black Sand Territory with great courtesy," Lomba sneered, "Even though Nunn lost the most important thing

The eldest son, Harold, was not spared - my father sensed something was wrong at that time."

Lumba looked at his sword, but his eyes began to lose focus, as if he was looking at something else: "I still remember the day Harold came back, he reciprocated Nunn's opinions at the dinner table, and persuaded his father to support Longxiao City.

Even in preparation for the war, the king’s officials must be admitted.”

"My father and he had a heated argument."

"I had to stand in the middle so that they would not draw their swords at each other," the Grand Duke said slowly:

"It was also that day that my father suddenly realized that Harold Lombard, the eldest son and heir he had high hopes for, just like his youngest brother Caslan, had already turned into a dragon in the past thirty years.

Xiaocheng and Gongju are the king’s strongest supporters and obedients.”

Thales frowned deeply: "Like Fengzhao City?"

Perfit's desperate face appeared before his eyes.

Rumba turned to him expressionlessly.

Thales's heart tightened.

"It's like Fengzhao City," he affirmed Thales's words lightly: "Father can't bear this fact."

"Father feels that if this continues, when Harold inherits the Black Sand Territory, it will only be a matter of time before we become vassals of the king." Lomba's face was filled with chills, "Even the position of the Grand Duke of Black Sand is very important.

It will soon become a vassal matter that can be decided by Longxiao City."

"Talking, threatening, scolding, teaching, and even asking me to persuade him from the side, my father tried to use all means to change Harold's mind."
To be continued...