"The place you want to investigate is not far away, but..."
"Longxiao City has not been peaceful recently," Big Belt pursed his lips and shook his head at Cohen and Miranda: "You know, Prince Morar was missing for a month, and then there was news of his death in the stars, and then there was another
Rumors are spreading, and the men are gearing up to be drafted, preparing to go to the south to fight against the Empire."
"Soon after, there was news that the fight would not be fought."
"And today, just now, the prince of Xingchen entered Longxiao City to apologize. I heard that King Xingchen swore an oath that if anyone dares to harm his son, then the two countries will fight to the death?"
Cohen and Miranda exchanged a look. The former's eyes were worried, while the latter's eyes were thoughtful.
"Hey, are you kidding? You should look like you're apologizing when you apologize! Can people from the North be threatened by him too?"
"If I were your Majesty, no matter what, I would first hang that prince to death, then gather all the soldiers and horses from across the country and fight to Yongxing City and see what the imperial people say!" The big belt slapped the table with dissatisfaction.
Complaining.
"But that prince is only seven years old...he is only eight years old after the New Year." Cohen said hesitantly.
"Seven years old?" Big Belt scratched his head, seeming a little confused about the situation: "Okay..."
"Anyway, the bosses have told their subordinates to restrain themselves a little in the past few days. People with channels have received rumors that His Majesty Nuen is very dissatisfied with Xingchen and will soon kill the... uh, seven-year-old
The prince gave...you know."
Miranda frowned tightly: Who is spreading these rumors?
Is it deliberately detrimental to the prince? Or is it to provoke discord between King Nun and the second prince?
"Furthermore, His Majesty has lost his only heir. You can use your toes to know what his state of mind is now," Big Belt sighed: "Let's not mention the next Grand Duke of Longxiao City and the next king election. Maybe it won't work out.
Well, Your Majesty Nuen got angry first, alas..."
"You just said, bosses? Are they local gang forces?" Cohen asked curiously: "I heard Kaslan said that he has contacts with all the major forces in the city?"
"Yes, Kaslan's reputation is very high. He had the courage to contradict His Majesty Nunn in front of all the courtiers, so he was expelled from the White Blade Guards." Big Belt chuckled: "But when he got to the level of the Heroic Spirit
The officials in the palace and the big bosses who went down to Longxiao City to take their younger brothers to make a living still respected Kaslan... not to mention the fact that he took care of and supported so many old subordinates, whether they were promoted and made a fortune or resigned and retired.
, all have his favor."
"That's why Kaslan asked you to come to me," Big Belt nodded: "I have a lot of contact with local forces, so I should be able to help you."
"Before we set off, please tell us about the forces in Longxiao City," Cohen said with a solemn expression, "This is very important."
Big Belt looked at Miranda, who nodded slightly.
So Big Belt spread his hands: "Okay, let's divide them into areas..."
"First of all, the area we are in - the Shield District and the Hammer District are home to the aboriginal people of Longxiao City. They may be poor, but this is the territory of Grievor and his brothers. You don't want to provoke them."
"Grewal... he is the leader of the gang? He controls these two districts?" Officer Cohen followed the professional quality and asked: "Not even officers or guards can interfere?"
"No, it's different. I mean, after all, he is neither a lord nor a bureaucrat. He is not qualified to take care of the affairs here. Grievor will not go out of his way to provoke the dignity of the nobles or officials," Big Belt waved his hand and explained.
road:
"But Grivet was a famous veteran before he retired, so he has a high prestige here. Whenever something happens - you know, being cheated by an outsider, a fight between locals, a certain nobleman falling in love with someone's daughter
, whose family is having a hard time surviving the winter this year, anyway, his people will come forward to solve all kinds of problems."
"Because he is willing to stand up for the poor, many people in the Shield District and Hammer District are willing to believe in him. And the Order Officers have publicly said that Grievor's existence is to help stabilize the two poorest districts, so it is also
It gives him a lot of face - although I think this is because of Grivet's service experience. He was once an epee infantryman, and many of his old colleagues are now working on it, even working in the inner city and the Palace of Heroes."
"Greveaux doesn't have a specific gang or subordinates, but if he stopped on the street one morning and said, 'Here's some help,' I bet there would be at least a dozen good guys who would put down their work to help.
There are still more than a dozen people arriving from outside the city in an hour. If he waits until the afternoon, his manpower can form a brigade - and half of these people are people who have served in the army of Longxiao City.
, strong and strong, able to eat and fight."
Miranda frowned, while Cohen, who had experience as a vigilance officer, nodded, digesting the completely different forms of gang organization between the local gang and Yongxing City.
"As for the Sword District, Gong District and Kai District, there are many merchants, many goods, many residents, and plenty of profits, so it is a bit complicated."
"The market in the Sword District is filled with civilians from outside the city or even further away, and even the caravans of Xingchen are hawking. The person who speaks well there is named Urad. He has an official status and is responsible for managing the Longxiao City market.
The order officer also has secret personnel, but they are not as many or as strong as Grievor." Big Belt shook his head:
"It is said that he has dealings with Xingchen's underworld brothers, doing some gray small business, and making some money by relying on the embargo between the two countries - he doesn't show up much, but everyone is quite afraid of him.
.”
"The Black Street Brotherhood?" Cohen was piqued by the name: "Their business has expanded to Exeter?"
"Yes, I had never heard of this name several years ago. At that time, you had to find the Blood Bottle Gang to deal with matters in the south." Big Belt shrugged, expressing his helplessness: "But one day, the Brotherhood seemed to suddenly emerge from the ground.
As if he had just appeared out of nowhere, he swaggered into Longxiao City and sat down to negotiate with Urad and Griwal. At that time, we all thought that these outsiders, the Southerners, and the Imperials were going to come in and fight over the territory."
"But in the end, the two big guys didn't say anything, and the Brotherhood didn't settle down in Longxiao City. It's just that the local business started to have more Brotherhood channels."
"If you ask me, their business is expanding very fast in this way, but it is not stable enough. Neither Urad nor Grivet believes in them - like this time, whenever there is a rumor of war between the two countries,
, Urad closed his smuggling channels, and both the Brotherhood and the merchants and businesses they protected were all gone."
"Expanding so fast..." Cohen narrowed his eyes: "Maybe their purpose is not to develop steadily, or even to do business or grab territory?"
"Hey, it's impossible," Big Belt smiled incredulously: "A gangster who doesn't fight for territory, doesn't fight for profits, and doesn't do business, is it still called a gangster?"
"And in Longyi Square in the Sword District, it is a place where traveling merchants from Camas and some clever Northlanders gather from time to time - from noble lords to desperadoes, all of them have access to them.
In addition, their goods are very popular among locals, so the rhythm of these places revolves around them, and many special shops and locations have emerged. You know," the big belt poses in a sleazy way that "all men know"
Smiling, he stretched out his hands in parallel and grabbed them back and forth in the air like an apple:
"Soft and wet..."
Cohen lowered his head in cooperation and smiled evilly, while Miranda on the side snorted coldly.
"Anyway, some chambers of commerce composed of Kangmas and Northlanders have taken root in Longyi Square."
"Gong District, especially along Xichi Avenue, is a bit more peculiar. To put it simply, Gong District has some things that are found in other districts, such as rough workshops, small shops, etc., while in Kai District,
There are a large number of workshops and local shops. The relationship between these two areas is very chaotic. It is difficult to say what kind of influence there is, but if anything happens, we will always find a Far Easterner to mediate."
"Far Easterners?" Cohen and Miranda both cast doubtful glances at the big leather belt.
"Yes, a Far Easterner, a butcher shop owner named Gu, took root in Longxiao City more than ten years ago." Big Belt shrugged, indicating that he didn't know what was going on: "He doesn't seem to have much influence, but he has a wide network.
, he can talk to everyone from Camus merchants to people from the North, and even people from the Stars - he is also the first to know if there is any trouble, so he is not only a middleman, but also doing the work of an information dealer."
"As for places like the Arrow District, Spear District, and Ax District, you have to walk several steps up. The people who can live there are powerful, and there are guards patrolling us when we return from travel. We, ordinary people, can't even get into a big place.
Man, you have to be careful when going to these areas."
"And the place Kaslan mentioned, which is also the destination of your trip, is in the Kai District where the Far Eastern Butcher Shop is located." Da Tie said: "I heard from acquaintances that some new faces have come there recently. I
Think maybe he’s the person you’re looking for?”
That was the place where Croash was ambushed during the pursuit. Miranda tapped the hilt of the sword at her waist.
"Is there anything suspicious about that location?" Cohen asked nervously: "Like there was a fight? At night, a fight between dozens of swordsmen? Maybe there was a finisher swordsman?"
"Battle? End the swordsman?" Big Belt pondered for a while: "I haven't heard of it. After all, it is not our territory, and there is not enough information."
Big Belt exhaled: "I suggest you ask a consultant. In his territory, you can't hide any troubles from the Far Eastern people - of course, you have to spend money to buy information."
"Okay," Miranda nodded with a solemn expression: "We'll leave right away."
At the instruction of Big Belt, Cohen and Miranda walked out of his house.
"The street and underground forces in Longxiao City are a bit chaotic. They are not as clear-cut as the two major forces in Yongxing City, nor are they as strong as the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang."
"But these are our most important sources of information. After all, the Sword of Disaster is hidden in the dark, and the chaotic situation also allows us to take advantage of it." Walking on the street, watching the people coming and going, they were all talking about the stars today.
Regarding the prince’s entry into the city, Cohen rubbed his chin worriedly:
"Big bosses who stand up for the poor, half-black and half-white smugglers, profit-seeking chamber of commerce forces, information dealers and middlemen in the Far East - unfortunately, the arrival of Prince Thales has made the situation in the city more tense, and these locals will become even more
If we are cautious and restrained, we will also be more wary of outsiders. It will not be easy for us to find clues."
"We still need to ask that Far Eastern man," Miranda's eyes moved and the topic changed: "Have you met him, our second prince?"
"Of course! In the Hall of Stars, that child's behavior when facing the six dukes..." Cohen, who was beaming with joy, said, but his voice suddenly faltered.
He realized the identity of Miranda Allende at the same time in front of him, and her...father.
"Um..." Cohen rubbed his head awkwardly: "Anyway, he is not bad. It should be a good thing that there is a successor to the Bright Star royal family..."
"Yes," Miranda's expression remained unchanged. She walked past a dilapidated tailor shop and nodded: "That child is impressive, even in Broken Dragon Fortress."
Then the image of Thales Bright Star, the black-haired boy, appeared in front of his eyes.
He should be in the Palace of Heroes now, negotiating with the ruler of Exeter.
And he will one day become our king.
Miranda frowned, and slowly pinched the thumb and index finger of her right hand together.
The king to whom the North is loyal.
They had known each other for many years and had a deep understanding of each other. Cohen couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Miranda's condition.
"Miranda, things have been so urgent these days that I haven't had time to ask you, but," Cohen whispered, "Are you okay?"
Miranda raised her head suddenly and glanced at Cohen.
Cohen looked around, and led Miranda to a large signboard of a tavern. He hesitated and said: "I heard about your father from the old man. About him and those Exeter people...
…”
"There's nothing to say. People always have to pay for what they do." Miranda's reaction was so fast that even Cohen was startled. The female swordsman frowned and said decisively: "For more than ten years, I have
I didn’t see him often, and I didn’t have a deep impression on him, so this incident didn’t affect me at all.”
Cohen didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
Really?
A long time ago, he heard Raphael say what the girl in front of him experienced during the bloody years.
We also know that she was sent to the Tower of the End by her father early.
But now she...
"So," Cohen scratched his head and decided to push the topic forward. He asked: "What to do next... I mean, I know you have a lot of distant cousins, and they also have the surname Alend. If your father is...
Deprived of his title..."
"It is not that there is no precedent for a duchess or even a queen in the kingdom," Miranda's eyes flashed with sternness: "And I am the real Arend, the most orthodox and only successor to the Guardian Duke of the North, like the one named Tyr
Just like the prince of Sri Lanka - even His Majesty Kessel cannot deny it."
Although...this surname is too heavy.
Cohen pursed his lips, his face full of worry: "Miranda, you know, you are not alone."
"I am your trustworthy friend. Although Croash and Misadun are from the North, this cannot change our friendship. You also have Teacher Shatil, and maybe Lord Sonia in the fortress. And
, that kid Raphael..."
Cohen's voice weakened momentarily.
He realized that he had said the wrong thing again.
The vigilance officer's voice changed and he said: "In short, I know you are very strong, whether it is swordsmanship or anything else, but you don't need to face so many things alone..."
But Miranda's sharp gaze came instantly.
"When you came back this time, you have been deliberately avoiding Raphael's name - until now." Miranda narrowed her eyes.
Cohen's expression froze, and his heart was beating wildly.
Why is this guy so sensitive?
"I didn't avoid it on purpose... I was just worried that you would be sad. After all, you grew up together and were trained together. He left without saying goodbye..."
But before he could come up with an excuse, Miranda with a serious expression got straight to the point: "He's back? Is he looking for you?"
"No way, he will definitely look for you first when he comes back. After all, you are a couple..." Cohen rubbed his head and laughed: "By the way, speaking of this, I think my recent relationship with women is still good.
Not bad! You know, I met a very cool girl in the capital, who is as fast as lightning with two swords in her hands..."
"You have the same habit as Master Jedi," Miranda sighed, interrupting Cohen: "Every time you feel embarrassed, you touch your head."
Cohen's hand froze as he touched his head.
"Then use mindless chatter to change the subject."
The blond security officer lowered his head in annoyance.
"Cohen Karabiyan, after settling the matters at hand, we have to talk." Miranda looked serious. She grabbed the sword and tapped Cohen's shoulder with the hilt:
"About Raphael—and what you're hiding."
Cohen grimaced and slapped himself on the forehead in pain.
This is what Master Shao said: Weaving a cocoon but trapping yourself in it?
"Let's get back to our current mission. Cohen, do you feel it?" Miranda said calmly: "From the Sword of Disaster, to King Nun, to the rumors in the city, and the murder of the Star Prince, there is something wrong."
"Ah?" Cohen, immersed in frustration, raised his head in confusion.
Miranda tapped the hilt of her sword lightly, thinking in thought:
"The second prince of the stars went to Exeter and was assassinated not far from the fortress. The matter was related to the Sword of Disaster."
"So, Kaslan, the former leader of the White Blade Guards and an old acquaintance of Master Shao at the same time, sent a letter to the Tower of the End, and we were ordered to come."
"And the second prince is now in Longxiao City, facing King Nun, Kaslan's old employer."
"It just so happened that Kaslan also found clues to the Sword of Disaster in Longxiao City."
In Cohen's eyes, Miranda, who has always been keen, has sharp eyes and a warning tone: "What a coincidence, everything comes together."
A mess.
But there seems to be a thread running across the center, connecting everything.
Cohen looked at her stupidly.
Although I don't understand what Miranda is talking about... Cohen thought.
The female swordsman raised her head suddenly: "What do you think?"
A second later, the security officer who reacted immediately coughed twice in embarrassment: "Oh oh oh! Yes!"
But it feels so awesome...
"I also...I have a feeling that something is wrong!"
Anyway, I just need to nod in agreement...
"I really feel it behind this," Cohen took a deep breath, his eyes became capable and sharp, and his face showed the unique shrewdness and seriousness of a security officer. He beat his palms rhythmically and spoke softly.
:
"There must be a huge conspiracy!"
Looking at Cohen's appearance, Miranda sighed helplessly, closed her eyes and shook her head.
No.
This idiot.
It's weird that he can feel it.
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The bearded man gritted his teeth and looked at Thales in disbelief.
Jarhead looked at King Nunn in surprise, and then at Thales.
The bald man and the long-haired man looked at each other and found that they both frowned.
The brown-haired young man stared at Thales with a strange expression, but hesitated to speak.
The bet was right.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't know what the current situation was, he wasn't sure whether Nunn's attitude towards him had changed, and he didn't know the personalities and characteristics of the Grand Dukes...
but……
Thales smiled, raised his head, and glanced at the five archdukes aggressively.
No one among them dared to bear the blood debt of killing the Star Prince alone.
The shield that Kessel forged for him with the oath of the throne is still strong.
King Nun had previously told him to commit suicide, but the princes were all looking forward to the show.
But if this "honor" is their turn...
It's like when people in a class want to do a bad thing and avoid bearing the consequences, they often either do it secretly or publicly make a fuss.
But no one would dare to act openly and alone.
"Young star kid," the bearded man said with a fierce look in his eyes, as if the grudge with Thales could no longer be solved: "We have heard your story a long time ago. You are cunning and cunning, and you are so deep-minded that you don't even look like a human being."
Child...it seems to be true."
"Enough, let's stop testing the seven-year-old child," Jarhead said with a playful expression, "I dare to bet the six counties in the territory of the Reconstruction Tower that this kid will definitely become a serious problem for us in the future."
Testing? Thales frowned.
But Jarhead's words were immediately interrupted.
"No."
"It's a really interesting idea." Under the surprised eyes of all the grand dukes, King Nunn broke the silence for a while. A cold light came from his eyes: "Duel."
"Where did you hear that?"
Thales slowly regained a sense of stability in his heart. He calmed his breathing and said to King Nunn: "Your king selection meeting and the succession duel of the Black Sand Territory."
"Black Sand Territory, hum!" Nun VII did not hide the hatred on his face: "That bastard Lomba also asked me to provide a station and supplies for the team escorted by Black Sand Territory."
The several grand dukes quickly exchanged glances.
This reminded Thales of the "collaborator" of the Black Sand Duke again.
"Hypocritical and ridiculous guy," King Nuen said gloomily: "Don't he know that half of my blood debt is on him?"
The expressions of the five Grand Dukes remained motionless.
King Nun's face was solemn, he placed his palm on the table, and the ring on his hand made a sharp sound.
"Boom!"
Everyone was shocked.
"Duel, why not."
Then, with the great expressions on the grand dukes' faces, King Nunn turned to them: "Which one of you is willing to fight on my behalf to prove your loyalty to the king?"
"With his blood, you should be able to let go of your scruples and stand with Longxiao City, right?"
Thales gritted his teeth.
But he seems to have gradually caught Nunn's rhythm.
The expressions of the princes became extremely strange.
But King Nun gave them no chance to reply.
"Lebien Alessiu, my loyal Grand Duke of Wellandland," King Nun turned to the bearded man who had always been full of malice towards Thales, and said lightly: "Go, bring me the best in the duel.
Come to victory and revenge."
Weiland... Thales will keep him in mind.
Three hundred years ago, the place where the Battle of Dawn took place.
Archduke Alessio looked at King Nun and then at Thales.
The time traveler watched his expression change again and again.
"I thought you were just testing him... Nunn," Archduke Olesiu frowned deeply: "Our previous discussion has made it very clear that everyone is willing to swallow the flesh of the stars, but no one wants to see it. An endless all-out war... Do you really want to kill this prince here?"
Thales felt relieved.
Test...
It's really a test.
His life... seems to have been saved.
But then he was stunned again.
What does this mean? These six people have just been discussing sending troops to start a war?
"Isn't that bad? I even sent Nikolai in advance to tie him to Longxiao City and parade him through the streets!" Nunn showed a scary and crazy smile: "Anyway, Walton is destined to lose the legitimate heir. We are about to decline, wouldn’t it be a good idea to do one last thing for Exeter?”
The faces of the five Grand Dukes became increasingly ugly.
Thales tried to put himself into the Grand Duke's situation and understand the mood of the Grand Dukes.
The Kingdom of Stars, which had no heir before, faced almost the same situation.
A king whose behavior is unpredictable.
"Olesiu, what he is holding is your sword after all," King Nun continued quietly: "Moreover, more than six hundred years ago, it was not Tormund Brightstar who led his army to destroy your sword. Did your family drive Oresio to the north from the ancient land of Shavin, where he has ruled for generations, and build Eternal Star City in your family’s old land?”
"Killing him will surely bring glory to your family?"
Olesius laughed sarcastically.
"If you raise your troops and go to war - the Weiland Territory is willing to advance and retreat with Longxiao City and be loyal to the banner of Dragonlance, my King," Olesiu slowly touched his beard and shook his head: "But it is absolutely not the case. In this way...you can't force me to bear all this blood for you."
"Huh, dear Archduke Olesiu, don't you want to bear the blood?" Thales smiled coldly and responded to what he just said: "After saying so much, aren't you just afraid of death?"
Olesiu paused for a moment and looked at Thales's expression, which only became more and more unkind.
King Nun sneered and turned to Jarhead, who was mocking and sneering mercilessly: "What about you, the Grand Duke of the Tower of Reconstruction, Perseus Trudida? Kill him, and we will stand together from now on."
Rebuilding the tower...Tiel suddenly remembered the story of Rumba.
"I refuse." Jarhead's Grand Duke Trudida reacted very quickly, "You can't ask me to do this."
He shook his head warily and said: "Trudida supports the war against the stars for only one reason: that rebuilding the tower can gain the greatest benefit from the war. But if I kill this kid with my own hands, I will be forced to bear the responsibility. The enemy's hatred is obviously worth the loss."
"In the war caused by this, the cheapest one will definitely be Rumba, and the blood debt will always be borne by the murderer," Trudida raised his hand and laughed: "We will only send troops if there are benefits and no risks, otherwise we will send troops
Why are you wading into this muddy water?"
"You are truly the most honest person I have ever seen, Trudida," the bald Grand Duke sighed, and before King Nun could speak, he replied: "What you said is both selfish and shameless and reasonable.
It’s true, so I can’t refute it.”
"For the same reason, I, Rogers Lecco from the Guarded City..." the bald Archduke Lecco said lightly, turning his head, a bright flash of light reflected on his head: "Anyway, whoever wants to kill him will do it - for no reason.
It's a small matter to be involved in a full-scale war, and I don't want to be stained with the blood debt of Bright Star."
Thales watched these Grand Dukes with cold eyes, watching them argue in front of His Majesty and outsiders as if no one else was around... just like the neighbor's aunt in the previous life chatted after meeting each other downstairs.
Moreover, this scene...
Thales frowned: Why does it look so familiar?
"Okay, I have finally realized the weight of the Northland," Thales chuckled, looked at the bald Archduke Lecco sarcastically, retorted with the same words, and then looked at the bearded Archduke Olesiu with disdain.
: "And your way to the North."
Neither of the two Grand Dukes answered him, they just looked away.
"Hmph, if this kid hadn't come to apologize, we wouldn't have been so embarrassed, right?" Nunn VII sneered, "Would you have simply sent troops south under the guise of revenge for my son?"
The princes did not answer.
But Thales already knew the answer.
"Kulikun Roni?" King Nuen looked at the long-haired man and said slowly: "You go and kill him, and Longxiao City will fully support the interests that the Roni family can obtain in the war."
"Doing something like this to a child who has no hair on his lower body is simply a stain on my honor." The long-haired man, Grand Duke Ronny, snorted: "Although Qiyuan City is far away from the threat of the stars, the Ronny family also has
My own pride."
The more Thales listened, the more obvious his feeling became.
The tone in which the princes spoke to the king...
Through the most intuitive and direct contact, he quickly realized the essential difference between Exeter and the stars in the relationship between king and vassal.
The Grand Duke and the King were almost equal to each other. Those who were familiar with each other and those who were powerful were even unkind to the King.
Compared to the stars... Thales remembered that in the Hall of Stars, the vassals of the six wealthy families and the thirteen noble families knelt down and kissed Kessel's ring.
It seems that the Grand Dukes of Exeter are indeed a country of their own, and the power in their hands is... far beyond our expectations. Thales thought of Putilai's evaluation.
I'm afraid the same is true in terms of strength.
"enough!"
The last brown-haired young man sighed,
"I am the lord of Fengzhao City, Conkley Perfit, His Highness of the Stars. I'm sorry for letting you see this scene." The brown-haired young man turned his head and smiled apologetically at Thales, and then he said worriedly.
He said to King Nun: "Your Majesty, I understand your anger, but I also ask you to consider the future of the kingdom... The prince of the stars is already here, we have lost the legitimate reason to send troops, and killing him will only make things worse.
"
Nunn didn't answer.
After he glanced around the Grand Duke and glanced at Thales, he spoke in a low and deep voice.
"You are really a bunch of cowards," Nun VII said solemnly: "Even I agree, but you are still afraid of war, and you don't even dare to touch the blood of a child."
It's precisely because of your approval that I'm suspicious.
Thales said silently.
"The Northland never takes pride in killing children." Grand Duke Roni of Qiyuan City replied calmly.
"Very good, let's break up the meeting then," King Nuen said with a cold face, ending this strange meeting. He looked at Thales, with still ruthless indifference and hatred in his eyes: "Put that ridiculous
Put down your sword, Prince of the Stars, you don't need to use it at night."
"Ah?" Thales was stunned: "The occasion at night? What occasion?"
"What else can there be?" The King of Exeter glared at the five Grand Dukes coldly, "Since these cowards are unwilling to pay the price, what choice do we have?"
"Go and get ready for your welcome dinner."
"Tiles Bright Star."
The king left his last words in the most annoying tone and left his seat without looking back.
The princes all looked at each other and stood up with different expressions.
Thales stared blankly at everything in front of him.
Is this... the end?
"I said," Olesiu, the bearded Grand Duke of Welland, walked up to Thales, his expression still ugly: "How long are you going to hold my sword?"
"Clang!"
The sword in Thales' hand fell to the ground.
His palms were numb.
When Thales walked out of the stone hall safely and saw Lord Michael waiting for him, he realized that in such a cold day, he had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat.
Even his legs are almost no longer his own.
As if he had just finished a cross-country run, Thales pressed his knees and took a deep breath.
damn it.
Northlanders.
"Please follow me, Your Highness," Lord Michael said expressionlessly, "I will take you to your room and get ready for the dinner tonight."
"Your entourage will also be at the banquet."
Thales suddenly raised his hand and stopped Michael's movement.
"Before that, can you take me to find Lord Nicolai and Marquis Slys?" Under Michael's thoughtful gaze, Thales showed a strange smile: "Before arriving at Longxiao City,
Along the way, I received a lot of care from both of them.”
"Huh?" Michael said softly, expressing his doubts.
"For their deep kindness," Thales' expression became ugly. He raised his head and said firmly: "I must thank them both in person, sincerely, seriously, carefully and vigorously."