The most incongruous thing in the world is probably that there is an Exterian suddenly present at the Star People's banquet.

Still a talkative person.

Reminded by Thales's eyes, Glover and Doyle urged and invited, and finally pulled the confused bearded Jorge to a corner outside the hall, getting rid of the curiosity of the surrounding guests and exploring.

gaze.

"I'd say you southerners are just looking for trouble. You'll get nervous if you say the wrong name..."

Jorge complained without restraint.

"I used to mistakenly write the title of the letter asking for help from the Grand Duke to King Nuen as 'Dear King of Longxiao City'. I didn't see what the natural king did to me. He still provided money and effort to help us suppress the bandits. Good old man.

Already..."

Doyle curled his lips and Glover looked away.

Even though his temperament is free and unrestrained like the former, and silent and restrained like the latter, he still can't stand the casualness and rudeness of this guest.

Only Thales smiled and said nothing while listening to the other party's rude and thick northern accent.

It is indeed rare to hear such an accent in the orderly Mindis Hall and the polite banquet.

It was as if he had returned to the passionate, rugged and direct north.

The officer Jorge laughed and said:

"Haha, maybe you have forgotten Polaris, but we have met before!"

Thales said suspiciously:

"when?"

"Wow, you are so forgetful, aren't you?"

Listening to the other party's careless tone, apart from being abrupt, Thales actually had a strange sense of intimacy.

But he is obviously just a passerby of Exeter.

This, Star Kingdom, Yongxing City, this is his home, isn't it?

Jorge was in high spirits:

"A few years ago during the hunting ceremony in Dragon Cloud City, the little girl from the Walton family held your hand - hey, you are really brave if you ask me - all the Northland boys present were sour.

We rush forward in groups to discuss martial arts with you and have an in-depth exchange of friendly duels..."

Thales' expression suddenly changed.

Jorge was very happy and started spitting:

"The scene was very chaotic and noisy. Maybe others didn't see it, but I have a sharp eye. She hid you under her skirt..."

Thales' face turned pale.

Ignoring the expressions of the guards behind him, he rushed forward and held Jorge's big hand that couldn't help but wave.

"Ahem! Thank you! Jorge is an official!"

Thales interrupted the other party enthusiastically and movedly.

“I can truly feel the pride and generosity of Elk City!”

He shook Jorge's hand vigorously, sincerely hoping he would stop talking.

Jorge was startled for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and lowered his head with a look of understanding on his face.

This made Thales feel even more depressed.

As an audience member, Doyle nodded playfully at Glover, but unfortunately the latter just frowned and had no intention of sharing his interest.

"Hey, by the way, let's talk about this."

Jorge naturally put his arm around the Duke's shoulders, whispering like a good friend:

"Grand Duke Gadlo has a son - Igor is the heir to Elk City. He is a good young man. Among the gifts I brought are the sealskins and bearskins he hunted. You are of similar status and are both talented.

We should be able to chat..."

The officer looked encouraging and shook the prince vigorously:

"You'll definitely like him!"

Thales was so shaken by him that even his fake smile became distorted:

"Igor, right? I guess I will..."

But Jorge narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"But that's not all. You must know that the Grand Duke also has three daughters..."

Tyrston felt bad.

"Although the first one has been married twice, he is a good childbearer. I guarantee that you will have many children before you are twenty, and your descendants will be worry-free..."

"The second one is amazing. She is skilled in bow and horse and can penetrate the enemy at a hundred steps. Even the veterans will give her a thumbs up. With her in bed, you don't need to arrange for guards to stay overnight..."

Thales' smile gradually solidified.

"The third one, the third one..."

Jorge was stuck for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then hesitantly said:

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay..."

The officer immediately patted the Duke of Star Lake on the shoulder in a "Northern" manner, and messed up the perfect hair that Thales had cut when he fled and finally grew back after returning to China:

"I know that you grew up with the wind blowing from our north, so you must prefer hard ones..."

"How about it?"

Jorge's eyes lit up:

"Consider it?"

The prince struggled to smile.

It took several minutes for Thales to escape Jorge's enthusiasm, invite the bear-like guest back to the banquet hall, and promise to change him to a larger seat.

The guards accompanying the prince had interesting expressions.

Mallos, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward and reminded the prince of the list of guests he would welcome next, but after he finished speaking...

"By the way, about the story he told, you know, the one you hid under your skirt..." The watchman hesitated.

Thales, who had always been easy-going, immediately raised his head.

With a fierce expression, he chooses people to eat.

"Don't ask," Duke Xinghu gritted his teeth:

"You are still my favorite guard captain."

Mallos squinted his eyes, with a knowing look on his face, and pondered the salute:

"Then, I will arrange other things first. I hope you enjoy the banquet."

Looking at the other person's back as he turned away, Thales sighed in annoyance.

"Your Highness..." Doyle's voice came from behind.

Thales was still vigilant and looked coldly at him.

"Don't worry, I, I won't ask..."

D.D waved his hand awkwardly:

"I just want to say that I understand it very well. I have also been through that terrible situation..."

"Cough-cough huh!"

Glover on the other side seemed to have a cold, coughing repeatedly, interrupting Doyle's nonsense:

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Doyle murmured, but Thales' expression worsened.

All right.

Thales pulled his head back stiffly, feeling gloomy.

When he becomes king, the first thing he will do is to send his army northward...

Destroyed Exeter.

They walked back silently.

"Yankee, eh... are all the Northlanders in Exeter like this?" Doyle finally brought up a topic that didn't deserve a beating.

Thales nodded sadly.

"Half yes."

"As for the other half..."
To be continued...