Carriage, every noble who attempts to enter the Palace of Heroes must undergo verification."

"This is an order from the Prime Minister."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the carriage was shocked!

Thales and Putilai looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

prime minister?

Not Rumba?

This means...

Shless's expression was extremely shocked.

"Wait, you mean," Shless opened his mouth unconsciously, looked at the patrols around him, and asked nervously: "Is this an order from the Prime Minister?"

The order officer seemed a little surprised by the Marquis's reaction. He first looked at his colleagues and subordinates, and then nodded to Sles.

The Marquis in the car frowned suspiciously: "You mean, the Earl of Lisban, the Prime Minister of Lisban?"

"Yes, the entire city's patrol teams are now directly under the command of the Prime Minister," the order officer replied seriously: "Is there any problem?"

Shless looked at him blankly: "Prime Minister? Where are they? In the palace?"

The order officer shook his head.

"No, he is right here." The order officer pointed to a room guarded by soldiers on the street beside him: "He is working in the temporary stronghold behind us. I have sent someone to invite him.

If you have any questions, you can ask him or directly."

Shless raised his head with a complicated expression.

"City Gate, the First City Gate," the Marquis looked at the First City Gate in the distance and the vague figure above, and asked hesitantly: "It's already past the time - why isn't it still open?"

"Could it be that... something happened to the Palace of Heroes?"

The order officer's expression changed.

"Of course not," the order officer shook his head very quickly, with a solemn expression that seemed to leave no doubt: "You know, the disaster just happened last night. We will be more cautious in extraordinary times, but don't worry, everything is under control."

Shless narrowed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and looked at the house where the Prime Minister was.

The Marquis asked keenly: "Then why doesn't the Prime Minister go into the palace to take charge? Instead, he has to temporarily stay in a house?"

"The patrol on the city gate is too far away from the cordon you have set up, isn't it?"

"Could it be that... you don't dare to approach the city gate?"

The order officer's brow furrowed slightly.

"You misunderstood. We deliberately made the defense line farther away from the city gate. This is for safety," he replied very seriously, as if to cut off all unnecessary associations of the foreign noble: "We want to ensure that

Before it is safe, keep all possible threats out of the Palace of Heroes, and of course, even the city gates cannot be taken lightly."

Slys raised his eyebrows.

As he spoke, the soldier who delivered the order returned to the order officer and whispered a few words to him.

"Please come with us in your carriage," the Order Officer turned his head and nodded respectfully to the Marquis: "The Prime Minister wants to see you."

Shless's expression changed.

"Oh," he nodded gently, hiding the fluctuations in his heart under his smile, "Okay, we'll come right away."

Shless first gestured to the driver, then closed the window with a calm expression and smooth movements.

The carriage started moving again and moved forward slowly following the patrol.

He turned back to look at the people in the carriage.

When Shless turned back, his expression had become tense and solemn.

Everyone in the carriage looked back at him with pale faces.

"These people, these soldiers," although Shles tried his best to control his emotions, Thales still heard a hint of unexpected panic in his tone: "They are not from Lomba, not from the Black Sand Territory!"

Slash's speech became more and more rapid, and he didn't even care about the hilt of Nikolai's knife on his back, and said angrily: "They are the real patrol team of Longxiao City, the army! Directly under the Department of Order and the Defense Officer

, it’s not fake!”

“The real deal!”

Thales was moved in his heart and looked at the serious-looking patrols on both sides.

Genuine?

In other words, these people are loyal to Longxiao City and Walton's forces?

"What's going on?" Putilai asked calmly: "Prime Minister Lisban showed up and took control of the situation?"

"Probably not yet," Shless shook his head, obviously trying hard to think about the current situation: "I asked: the city gate is still in Lombard's hands - obviously, they are confronting or even negotiating."

The two carriages, together with the Northlanders and Starmen, were moving forward, with the city gate to their right and the house where Lisban was to their left.

Putilai clasped his hands and narrowed his eyes: "It seems that the Prime Minister is more powerful than we thought - with this posture, he has already sensed something wrong in the city gate and even the Palace of Heroes, and led his troops here.

"

Thales sighed softly. He looked at Nicolai with firm eyes: "Now is a good opportunity. You can take advantage of the situation and take Walton... take Miss Walton to evacuate and find your Prime Minister in Lisban - seeking

Whether it's aid or leaving, you can do it."

Before his eyes, the frightened little girl on another carriage appeared.

We have to say goodbye here.

Little slippery head.

Nicolai's expression changed.

"Of course it's convenient for the Northlanders, but the question is, what about us?" Shless gritted his teeth and frowned: "When we see Lisban, what should we say? 'We are going to save your country, please.

Let us go'?"

Thales took a deep breath and thought quickly.

The original plan was to rely on Shles to deceive the Black Sand Army soldiers in the city gate, and then Shles would find a way to send them to the Palace of Heroes.

But now, just before the city gate...

Earl of Lisbon.

prime minister?

what to do?

How to face him?

Or, simply don't face him?

Thinking of this, Thales raised his head and thought thoughtfully: "If we suddenly rush to the city gate now and let Shless take us in, will we succeed?"

"Will Risban and his patrol intercept or even attack us?"

The carriage passed another patrol of soldiers: they seemed more nervous than the other soldiers, gathered around a noble, and pointed at the city gate.

Putilai frowned: "But in that case..."

He didn't say any more.

Nicolai's expression changed, and he looked at Thales.

"You know, you can actually go with me to see the Prime Minister. We will explain everything, combine his strength, and act together," Nicolai said calmly: "With his cooperation, it will be more convenient for us."

As he spoke, Fallen Star glanced at Slys with a cold look in his eyes: "Anyway, we have an 'enthusiastic' witness from Camas regarding the plot to assassinate King Nun."

The face of the Marquis of Camas suddenly changed drastically!

Thales's heart moved.

The prince nodded and asked Nicolai solemnly: "If we go to Lisban... can he be trusted?"

Nicolette paused.

"Earl of Lisban, he is the prime minister of the kingdom and has been His Majesty's right-hand man for many years," Falling Star Man lowered his head and said softly: "And he is a direct vassal of Longxiao City..."
Chapter completed!