Putilai did not speak, but just bowed his head silently.
Veteran Gennard sighed, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Thales slowly changed.
"As for the North, as for Exeter, they will live under Lumba's lies and will, and one day they will even make this regicide their king." Thales turned his head.
Nicolai snorted.
"Walton has been in trouble ever since." The prince glanced at Nicolai and Michael and sneered softly: "This feels really bad, doesn't it."
Putilai exhaled, his eyebrows tangled.
"As for escaping?"
Thales continued, his voice a little hollow: "Leaving such a mess, where can we escape?"
The prince turned his head and glanced around everyone.
"In the future, I will die in the war-torn Yongxing City," Thales said firmly: "Now, I will die in the conspiratorial Longxiao City."
"Is there any difference?" he asked loudly.
No one spoke.
Until a deep and powerful male voice broke the silence.
"Of course!"
Everyone turned around in surprise.
The young security officer, Cohen Karabiyan, walked heavily into the back hall, with Miranda and Raphael following behind him with subtle expressions.
I saw the tall and strong security officer loudly saying: "Choose the latter, at least all of us can die like a man with a handle..."
Miranda glanced at Cohen coldly.
Raphael covered his mouth and coughed just right.
The excited Cohen's face froze, and he quickly added weakly:
"…and women."
Before anyone had time to ponder the wonder of this sentence, Thales smiled slightly.
"Thank you for your support," the second prince nodded and said kindly, "Mr. Karabiyan."
When Cohen heard the prince's approval, his eyes immediately turned into a crescent smile: "Just call me Cohen, Your Highness Thales!"
Miranda snorted.
"That's right," Thales turned around, "Horace Brightstar once said that."
"Since you can't retreat," he looked around the audience and glanced at everyone: "Why not move forward with all your strength?"
Putilai clasped his hands and looked sad.
Cohen looked excited and eager to try.
Raphael's face was calm, but his eyes were focused and his fingers kept rubbing.
But Thales's attention has shifted to the people of the North.
"What did you say, Nicolai?" he said steadily.
Nicolai frowned and stared at the prince.
"This is impossible," Meteorite shook his head and denied, "You? You and us now are nothing compared to Lombard..."
But Thales interrupted him again.
"Remember your White Blade Guards? Commander Nikolai?" The second prince looked at him firmly.
Nicolai's face was ugly and his eyes were dull.
"Maybe you don't remember," Thales snorted, his eyes extremely solemn: "But I remember."
Nicolai clenched his fists.
Michael behind him clasped his shoulders and shook his head slightly.
Thales let out a long sigh, gritted his teeth, and said bitterly while recalling, "I remember those warriors."
"I remember that they stopped in front of the 'Locust Blade' with their flesh and blood bodies."
"I remember them holding hands and shielding us from deadly crossbow bolts."
"I remember them taking their last breath and charging back at the enemy with their swords raised."
Nicolai's face became increasingly cold.
Almost everyone frowned.
"That's the Dragon Guard, the last silhouette of many of them." Thales suddenly raised his head and asked in a long voice: "Do you remember? Commander?"
Boom!
Nicolai punched the wall next to him hard.
"I personally trained them, remembering each of their names, faces, and skills..." Meteorite gritted his teeth, his eyes were like fire, and he said angrily: "Don't you fucking lecture me here, little brat of Bright Star...
"
"I'm just fucking teaching you a lesson!"
Thales also seemed to be furious. He did not flinch, and took a step forward unceremoniously, shouting at Nicolai: "Lord Seri Nicolai, and the fucking cowardly Fallen Star—damn it."
, this title is really unpleasant!”
Nikolai's eyes were blazing, his face was red, he clenched his fists and was about to step forward.
Wyatt and Rolf subconsciously protected the prince, while Cohen and Miranda put their hands on the hilts of their swords.
But Michael, who was beside the Faller, stretched out his arms in time, his muscles tensed, and held down the furious Nikolai: "Listen to what he has to say!"
Saying foul language that he was not used to, Thales took a few breaths and gritted his teeth and said:
"And you listen carefully to me."
"I will not run away, I will go back, to the place where we were beaten to pieces by Rumba and were in a hurry to save our lives."
The prince looked at everyone in front of him, from Putilai to Huaiya, from Miranda to Raphael, from Michael to Little Slippery, looked at their expressions, and said in a deep voice:
"We are going to avenge the White Blade Guards and find justice and truth for them."
"We have to prove that their sacrifices are not meaningless."
"We are going to destroy the plots and plans that Rumba has in mind, no matter what they are."
"We are going to...save this city that has already lost too much blood."
After Thales finished speaking, he patted his chest.
Nicolai gritted his teeth and sneered: "This is suicide."
"I just chose a better-looking way to die."
Thales raised his head again.
"Yes, we star people are going to commit suicide." He said coldly.
"People from the North," the second prince pushed away Huai Ya and walked up to Nicolai, staring at the Fallen Star with his eyes like swords:
"Are you coming?"
The air seemed to be frozen.
Nicolai stared hard at the second prince of the stars.
The faces of the White Blade Guards appeared alternately before his eyes.
And that guy.
Kaslan.
And him.
Nicolai's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and overwhelming power surged through his body.
Michael's expression changed, and his hands on Nicolai's shoulders became harder and harder.
Everyone watched this scene nervously.
After a while.
Nicolai flicked his arm and broke free from Michael's grasp.
"Grass!"
He looked struggling and spat hard.
The Fallen Starman looked behind Thales - the nervous little slippery man.
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"The orphan of the Walton family is here," Nicolai turned his head, his brows twitching, his face extremely twisted. He looked at Michael, as if he was explaining something, "I can't, I can't risk letting her
Risk of damage…”
He gritted his teeth and tried to convince himself while struggling.
Angry but unwilling.
"But I want to help him." A small female voice reached everyone's ears.
Nicolai froze.
"What?" He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the little girl.
Little Slippery seemed a little scared, but she still suppressed her fear and moved closer to Thales.
The prince gave her an encouraging and grateful look.
Thank you.
sorry.
The little slippery head trembled slightly, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"I said, I want to help Thales," the girl said a little hesitantly and lacked confidence, "I don't, I don't want to run away anymore."
Facing everyone's strange looks, she still spoke out firmly: "We, we are from the North, aren't we?"
Nicolai and Michael were both startled.
"The descendants of Walton have never escaped from battle." The girl closed her eyes, as if she could regain some courage in this way, and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose: "Before the entire army was annihilated, Solon Vol, the King of Anger,
Dun once held an ax and fought fiercely for a whole day and night."
"In the end, he opened his eyes angrily and watched King Nightwing twist off his head - even if he failed, he would have to witness his own death with his own eyes."
The little slipper opened his eyes tremblingly, forced himself to look at Nicolai, whose eyes were as sharp as a knife, and said:
"We can't escape, and I don't want to escape either."
Hearing this, Michael suddenly laughed softly.
"You are a real Walton," the king's former officer said with sad eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking of: "This... miss."
The little slippery man thought of Alex, shrank, and retreated behind Thales, not daring to look at Michael's eyes again.
"Your Majesty's choice is indeed correct." Michael laughed sadly.
"What do you say, old friend?"
Nicolai's face gradually relaxed.
He exhaled.
A few seconds later, the Fallen Starman also laughed.
The laughter is relieved and desolate.
"Damn it," Nicolai gave Thales a hard look, and then said to Michael, "Don't you have it written all over your face?"
Michael nodded with a sad look on his face: "I'm going to let the boys prepare."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, what's your plan?" Nicolai said fiercely: "I must declare in advance that I refuse to charge with a mindless wild boar, Your Highness of the Stars."
Thales narrowed his eyes: "You will be satisfied - maybe."
"We are all probably crazy." The Fallen Star snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You actually listened to two children and went to die?"
Putilai sighed deeply and took a step at this time.
His steady voice sounded: "What did Lord Hanson say?"
Putilai looked at Raphael, who had always been silent: "Does the secret department agree? This is not a simple decision - it is related to the future of the kingdom, and it is best to have the support and plans of the secret department."
Raphael instantly attracted everyone's attention.
In other words, Thales secretly thought in his heart: It was the Black Prophet who attracted everyone's attention.
The young man from the secret department frowned slightly.
"We are temporarily unable to communicate with your Lordship," Raphael said calmly, not caring about the various eyes cast on him: "So at this moment and here..."
His eyes focused: "I am the will of the secret science."
Putilai reached into his arms, took out his favorite pipe, and filled the tobacco absently: "What do you mean?"
Raphael glanced at Miranda, who just held the sword tightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
It reminded him of the little girl from twelve years ago.
At that time, she was curled up in the corner with her lips pursed and shivering.
Huddled among the dead.
Raphael chuckled in his heart.
The young man from the secret department turned his head, his eyes decisive and firm.
"Since it is the prince's decision," he still looked cynical and relaxed, but his words were very formal: "Of course the secret department will fully support it and provide all help."
Thales nodded towards Raphael.
"Besides, he's not completely unsure." Raphael glanced at Thales.
"That's all," Putilai lowered his head, lit his pipe, and said with tired eyes, "He is a shining star after all."
Thales sighed: "Lord Putilai Niman."
"Just do it," Putilai looked much calmer when he raised his head again. He exhaled a breath of smoke: "If this is your will."