Palace of Heroes, the dining room of the Grand Duchess.

"I need an explanation for today's farce."

Thelma stared at the two people in front of her with an ugly expression: one of them had a calm expression, and the other seemed to be smiling.

"Or you can get out of the Palace of Heroes now and take care of the food and accommodation for you two."

The Grand Duke said coldly.

"Wow," Ian Ronnie, the heir to the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City, leaned on the backrest in the most comfortable posture, looked at the angry Grand Duke with interest, turned his head and asked Thales, who was pondering: "

Is this what you told me 'she's easy to talk to'?"

Thales took a deep breath.

Well, maybe it's because that's coming.

But before he could speak, Thelma's anger suddenly rose.

"You, Your Excellency Ian Roney," the Grand Duchess said coldly, "I remember you are here to ask for help?"

"Uh-huh." Ian nodded briskly.

"Just because of your arrogance, exaggeration, pretentiousness and rudeness?" Thelma showed no mercy: "And your rare talent of humiliating the entire Longxiao City when they first met?"

"Also, tonight's welcome banquet has been canceled because no one is willing to attend, unless I agree to their request for a duel at the banquet."

"They are quite enthusiastic. Look, luckily I brought Monty here." Facing the Grand Duchess who was charging to accuse, the frivolous Viscount chuckled and snapped his fingers: "Problem solved."

Seeing the other party's flirtatious attitude, Thelma's face turned even darker.

"Passion? Do you know how ugly the scene was after you left, and how many nobles expressed their indignation to me?"

Thales swore that with his sensitive hearing, he heard the sound of the Grand Duchess grinding her teeth behind her lips: "You have to be lucky that they disarmed before entering the palace."

"Ah," Ian shrugged at Thales with a nonchalant look on his face: "Hypocritical and old-fashioned Northlanders."

"If you have this kind of energy, why don't you go to the Black Sand Territory and kill the king?"

Thelma was furious, she took a breath and stared at Ian who was indifferent.

"Oh, you also know that the envoys from the Black Sand Territory are in the city, and they will know everything that happened today and pass it back to Black Sand City and pass it on to the king?"

"And do you know how many of the vassals of Longxiao City will change their attitude towards Qiyuan City and the Black Sand Territory because of your actions today?"

Hearing the name of Black Sand Collar, Ian's pupils suddenly condensed.

He nodded slowly on the backrest.

"That's a problem."

He turned to Thales, his eyes focused: "But we will solve it, right?"

But Thales just said nothing. He clenched his hands and pressed them against the dining table, pressing his knuckles from time to time. This was a habit he learned from the bald Archduke Lecco six years ago.

Thelma seems to have had enough of arguing with the heir of Qiyuan City.

"Tales, you arranged this meeting," the Grand Duchess adjusted her glasses and glared dissatisfied at Thales, who looked calm and seemed to be deep in thought:

"Say something!"

Ian smiled silently, imitating Thelma's angry expression, deliberately showing a resentful look, turning to Thales, shaking his head and making a silent mouth gesture: Say something.

This made Thelma's anger reach its peak:

"If the people who come to Qiyuan City for help are people like you, then you can..."

"Selma."

Thales spoke softly.

He raised his eyes and looked across the table from a distance at Miss Thelma, whose cheeks were puffed up because of anger.

"Calm down, you are the Grand Duchess, there is no need to get angry easily."

Ah, this is the girl who rejected his impulsive proposal here a few days ago and proposed to stay in Longxiao City and face all unknown dangers.

That little naughty guy.

He will miss her.

Thales slowly curved the corners of his mouth and smiled unconsciously.

Selma, who was originally angry, was a little embarrassed by his stare.

She remembered the method that Thales had taught her to calm down, and took a few deep breaths.

"I...I think," the girl unconsciously turned her gaze away, snorted, and gave Ian a hard look at Ian who was smiling strangely, but her tone was much gentler: "Maybe we shouldn't waste any more time.

"

Ian raised his eyebrows. He looked at Thales, who was calm, and then at Selma, who turned her head, with a surprised expression.

He yawned, and it seemed that he had spent a lifetime struggling to get up from the chair. He lazily picked up a piece of cheese from the table, chewed it and said to himself: "I knew I had found the right person."

…”

Under Ian's strange reminder, Thales came back to his senses.

The prince coughed and asked calmly:

"The Earl of Risban didn't come?"

"Charles said he was going to appease the nobles," Thelma shook her head, still immersed in dissatisfaction: "He also said that he hopes that you can still perform well in the face of the earls at the next political hearing.

So easy.”

Thales' eyes narrowed.

Ian stopped chewing the cheese in his mouth.

"The next political hearing..."

"So he understands," the prince said softly: "As expected of Long Mu."

Thelma looked confused: "What?"

"Maybe Monty told him something," Ian started chewing the cheese again, but his brows were already wrinkled: "That big mouth, on the way, he heard that I was coming to propose."

Hearing the word "proposal", Thelma let out a heavy breath and her eyes became dangerous again:

"What on earth are you two talking about?"

Thales didn't speak, but his thoughts were moving faster and faster.

Only Ian swallowed the cheese in his mouth vigorously, tilted his head, and smiled disapprovingly: "It seems that you are not as smart as you look, madam."

"Sure enough, beauty and wisdom are both related..."

Before he finished speaking, the Grand Duchess was once again offended.

"And you are even more annoying than your nickname." Thelma said coldly.

Ian was slightly stunned at first, then he smiled and shrugged cheekily: "It's a great honor."

Thales sighed and decided not to be silent anymore.

"Selma," the prince sat upright and looked at the two of them seriously: "This is Ian Ronny, representing Qiyuan City."

Following his eyes, Thelma and Ian looked at each other, one with a wary face, the other with disapproval.

"And he came to propose to you."

Thales said lightly.

Thelma didn't move.

But the next second, the Grand Duchess sneered.

"Yes, thank you for the introduction." Thelma looked at Thales with an evil look in her eyes, the accusation and anger in her eyes almost overflowing.

She looked at Ian with an appraising look, without concealing the disgust in her eyes, and said sarcastically: "At least he is about the same age, right?"

Thales said nothing.

It was Ian who answered.

"Look, she still doesn't understand," Qi Yuancheng's heir didn't even look at the cold-faced Grand Duchess. He smiled contemptuously, shrugged and said to Thales:

"My mother used to say that if a woman took charge, she would..."

"I don't know what your mother said, Ian." Thales turned his head sharply and interrupted him coldly.

Ian hesitated slightly, and his raised finger stopped in mid-air.

"To be honest, I don't care," Prince Xingchen said with a serious face, "But if you still want to complete this mission, then respect her. She is the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City, and she is the key to this chess game."

He looked at Ian's eyes that slowly put away his playful look, and said in a deep voice: "He is also my friend."

Ian was stunned.

"And you, Selma," Thales looked seriously into the eyes of the Grand Duchess, "please believe me, we are standing on the same side of the chessboard."

"This guy is like this, we have to get used to it..."
To be continued...