"Is this another one of your jokes?"

After a long while, among the shocked ministers, Count Curtson was the first to speak with a sinister tone: "Joker?"

Ian turned around and faced the Grand Duchess with a cheerful smile as he faced the unkind gazes from the entire hall.

"Answer carefully," Cotson's tone was full of anger and malice, and he said without waiting for the other party to answer, "because it may kill you."

Thales, who was silent, noticed that although most of the vassals looked surprised, there were still a few who were special.

The regent of Lisban, who knew the most inside story, frowned, the old Nazaire had a misty look in his eyes, and the usually silent Kierkegaard stared at the Grand Duchess this time, remaining motionless.

Thales's mind suddenly moved: Next to the Grand Duchess, Nicolai, with a cold face, stared at the Prince of the Stars in the corner without concealment.

Those murderous eyes seemed to say: You.

I know it's you, little prince.

What are you going to do?

Faced with the Meteorite's vigilance and hostility that he never let down, Thales had to return a friendly but weak smile.

"This is my most sincere voice," Ian's words interrupted his thoughts: "I came here this time..."

Ian didn't finish his very arrogant words.

"how dare you?"

The person who spoke this time was the blond-bearded Earl Hester. At around thirty years old, he was obviously no more calm than his colleagues. He leaned forward, holding his knees tightly, gritting his teeth, and his eyes kept wandering at a loss.

Back and forth between the Grand Duchess and the smug Ian:

"In Longxiao City? In front of us vassals, insulting our lord like this?"

"I don't see where this is an insult," Ian rolled his eyes at the ceiling and spread his hands helplessly and casually: "More than six hundred years ago, 'Truth Seeker' Kulikun was the most powerful and powerful man under King Nekaru.

Only trusted knights are sent to conquer the most remote and untamable West, and their blood descendants, the Ronnie family and the Walton family, are united and married. Isn't this strange?"

Many nobles snorted with disdain and hatred, and Thales even heard the sound of the joints of his fists cracking.

Thales glanced at the vassals in the hall and came to a conclusion:

Ian was probably guilty of the outrage.

Count Nazaire, who had led the conversation before, coughed heavily, and the ministers fell silent.

"I believe that Grand Duke Ronnie did not give us any relevant reminders," the old earl said slowly:

"So, this is just your personal impulse?"

Facing Nazer, Ian rarely restrained his disrespectful expression and nodded gently:

"Oh, about my father... I don't think he would object."

Count Nazaire's eyes moved and he glanced at the Grand Duchess intentionally or unintentionally.

Thelma just stared at the conversation on the court, seemingly unable to think clearly.

"Madam, I think that's the end of the day," the voice of the regent of Longxiao City came steadily: "This visitor from Qiyuan City is asking for too much."

Lisban rarely stood together with the vassals. He looked at the relaxed Ian coldly and said unceremoniously: "The negotiations between Qiyuan City and Longxiao City probably need to change someone."

The messenger."

As soon as these words came out, the envoys in Qiyuan City were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

But Ian just laughed.

"Ask for it?" His Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City seemed to have heard the most boring joke: "Don't you all see that I used my victory over the Freedom Alliance to propose to the Grand Duchess, which is a win-win good deed for both of us?"

Immediately some vassals took a sip of disdain, and some even cursed.

"Win-win? Good deeds? You name it." Count Linna, who was always expressionless, continued to hit the nail on the head and pointed out the key to the problem: "Longxiao City does not need your charity, and it is not so kind as to let people take advantage of it.

, to satisfy Qi Yuancheng’s dirty thoughts.”

"What are you thinking?" Ian snorted disdainfully from his nostrils: "Who just forced the Grand Duchess to marry in exchange for sending troops? Who is more dirty? Thanks to you...you can tell me."

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "Masters of Longxiao City."

Count Linna looked at him quietly and said nothing.

On the other hand, Count Curterson's expression gradually became distorted.

A few seconds later, Count Curterson's voice filled with hatred and anger sounded clearly:

"Listen up, shameless clown."

Cotson stared at Ian fiercely: "Go back and tell your father this: Longxiao City is not Qiyuan City, and it is not popular here to marry the lowly Xitao people, even if they are only half of the blood.

"

As soon as these words came out, the vassals of Longxiao City all let out low jeers.

Ian's eyes dimmed and his shoulders shook slightly.

Thales narrowed his eyes: Wait, the Ronnie family is obviously a famous family in the North, but Curtson said this...

Marriage with the humble Xitao poor people...

Half of the blood...

Thales glanced at Ian, who had an ugly expression, and thought about what he had mentioned about his mother being a "local" from Qiyuan City.

Lisban coughed.

"Sir Ian, we all know your purpose. But you know, what we are talking about is not just a proposal, not just a war," Regent Lisban stood in the center of the hall, warning everyone with his eyes,

While saying to Ian: "This is politics."

Ian took a breath, put away his unnatural expression, and chuckled: "What I'm talking about is the politics of political marriage and war."

The Earl of Lisbon said nothing.

The politics of marriage and war.

I see.

Are you...

Lisban glanced at Thales unexpectedly.

The prince's heart skipped a beat.

This old guy seems to know what they are planning.

"Excuse me for being rude, Earl of Lisban, but..." Ian shrugged, and then spoke slowly:

"Why are you all so anxious to speak for the Grand Duchess?"

In the hall, including Lisban, the expressions of the vassals changed again.

Many eyes turned back to Thelma, but the latter just kept a straight face and said nothing.

The heir of Qiyuan City's eyes were serious, as if he was replying from the cynical noble son to the cold Viscount Ian:

"Aren't you the ones who just claimed to show her the 'cruel side' of this world?"

Ian raised his head and looked at the Grand Duchess on the stage seriously:

"Selma, I am speaking to you as the heir of Qiyuan City."

"I only accept answers from you."

The voice is cold.

Clean and neat.

Thelma bit her lower lip subconsciously.

Count Curterson, who was angry again, was about to speak, but Lisban and Nazaire raised their hands in tacit agreement to stop him.

Curtson read their looks:

This is not their turn.

Lisban and Nazair raised their heads in unison and looked at Thelma, waiting for her response.

The air in the hall seemed to be stagnant and no longer flowing.

On the steps, Thelma, who was pale and breathing rapidly, glanced around at the people in the hall.

Until he caught Thales' gaze.

Thales read her eyes.

The one he was once familiar with had panic and uneasy eyes.

Prince of Stars smiled slightly, raised his fist and clenched it gently at his heart.

You can do it, Selma.

you can do it.

The vassals still stared at her closely, their eyes full of scrutiny and consideration of strangers.

In the chaotic scene, Thelma and Thales looked at each other instantly.

Thales lowered his head and sighed in his heart: Of course, Thelma, if you can't...

He looked at his right palm, where there were two scars made with a dagger when he was young.
To be continued...