Chapter 56 The Prime Minister is on the left, Rumba is on the right!
At this moment.
"Of course not!"
A loud voice sounded.
Thales turned back in surprise, and turned to Slys along with everyone else in the carriage.
The Marquis shook his head seriously, looked at Thales, and said decisively: "You can't go to Lisban!"
Shless coughed first to cover up his gaffe, and then naturally turned the anxiety on his face into full of worry: "Well, I mean, I don't recommend you to do this..."
The Marquis closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "Don't forget, Prince Thales, no matter you are not a murderer, you are still a troublesome enemy prince to the Prime Minister."
Slais shook his head seriously and spoke with unprecedented righteousness: "And Lisban is just a count under the Grand Duke of Longxiao City. What can he do? He can neither let you fly freely nor give you orders.
The verdict - of course we can only detain you and wait for the decisions of the grand dukes and lords."
"Believe me, this will only make the situation worse."
Nicolai snorted and interrupted him: "When did you become so enthusiastic?"
Shless smiled kindly.
"This is to fulfill the contract between me and the prince," the Marquis nodded sincerely: "For..."
Putilai frowned and helped him complete the sentence: "In order to avoid Prime Minister Lisban and save your own life."
Shless shrugged and smiled broadly: "It's just incidental."
Thales sighed and turned to Nicolai: "You haven't said yet whether Lisban can be trusted."
Nicolai frowned slightly.
One second later.
"You know, Kaslan was once His Majesty's right-hand man." To Thales's expectation, this strong and cold warrior, the commander of the White Blade Guards, actually lowered his head sadly and shook his head: "
So, I can’t say.”
Thales was slightly startled.
At this moment, the car door was suddenly opened.
Raphael Lindbergh, who came from the Kingdom's Secret Department, boarded the moving carriage with a calm expression. The carriage, which was already filled with four people, was a little more crowded.
"You all know the situation, right? We have to make a decision as soon as possible," the young man from the secret department looked at Nicolai and smiled slightly. His tone was still relaxed, but his words were chilling: "Your dear Prime Minister,
Coming towards us."
Everyone in the car moved slightly.
Doubts arose in Thales's mind: Did the Prime Minister come in person?
Why?
"But that's not the worst part..." Raphael said calmly:
"The worst thing is……"
He opened the other window a little and pointed in a direction outside.
Thales moved closer to the car window.
In the distance, an old nobleman of medium height and gray hair walked toward their carriage surrounded by soldiers.
But Thales' eyes immediately froze.
I saw another old woman in red robe walking beside Lisban with a calm expression.
They talked from time to time and pointed at the two Camus carriages.
Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar red robe, Thales' heartbeat began to accelerate.
In the carriage, everyone who saw this scene froze.
"She is everywhere," Putilai let out a long sigh: "The situation is not good."
Lisbane is getting closer and closer to them.
Raphael closed the car window expressionlessly.
The atmosphere in the car became very solemn.
"We need to make a decision as soon as possible," Raphael took his head back from the car window and squinted his eyes as he urged: "We are still less than two hundred meters away."
Thales leaned against the carriage suddenly, frowning and trying his best to control his breathing.
Lisban's appearance was a bit unexpected, and the person who appeared with him... can only be said to be caught off guard.
He has no intelligence or information at all!
Even... not even prepared at all!
"Do you have any suggestions?" The second prince gritted his teeth and asked harshly: "What is the situation now?"
No one answered: Nikolai tightened his grip on his weapon with a look of disbelief on his face, Shles rolled his eyes wildly, thoughtfully, and Putilai rubbed his unlit pipe and moved his lips slightly.
"Prime Minister Lisban and the Scarlet Witch are on the left, Lombard and the Grand Dukes are on the right," Raphael stared at Thales expressionlessly: "We must choose - this is the situation."
"Choice?" Thales swallowed hard and looked at Raphael: "In what capacity did the Scarlet Witch appear next to the Prime Minister? The leader of the dark room and the chief intelligence officer? The lobbyist and messenger of Lombard?"
Raphael smiled slightly: "I don't know."
Thales frowned and turned to Slys: "Was Prime Minister Lisbane bribed by the dark room? Did he betray King Nunn? Or did the dark room temporarily confuse him?"
Shless showed an awkward smile: "I don't know."
Thales breathed out and looked at Nicolai: "What's the relationship between the darkroom and the Prime Minister? What's the relationship between Prime Minister Lisban and Lombard, and the Grand Dukes?"
Nicolai looked gloomy and sighed: "I don't know."
"There are still one hundred and fifty meters," Raphael's voice sounded cold: "We will see Lisban soon."
Thales's heart tightened.
Damn it.
"She let us go once at the exit of the secret passage," Thales clenched his fists: "This time... maybe she will let us go?"
Nicolai's expression tightened and he closed his eyes weakly: "I don't know."
hateful!
Thales suppressed the impatience in his heart and pursed his lips: "Then are you still going to see Lisban? And the Scarlet Witch?"
Nicolai didn't speak, but his expression became even more terrifying.
"What about you?" Meteorite asked coldly.
Thales, who was trembling slightly in irritability and nervousness, couldn't help but sigh.
calm.
I want to calm down.
"It's less than a hundred meters away. Lisban and the others seem to be speeding up." Raphael coldly reported another number: "Don't forget, it still takes time for us to inform people outside."
The atmosphere is getting more and more tense.
Thales gritted his teeth.
"So, what is your suggestion, Putilai?" the prince asked in a low voice, controlling his volume.
Putilai's eyes moved and he glanced in the direction of the Scarlet Witch - even though he couldn't see outside.
"You decide, Your Highness."
"But my suggestion is," Mr. Deputy Envoy said solemnly and solemnly: "No matter what you do, it is best to be more certain and less unknown."
Thales was slightly startled.
Convinced.
unknown.
At that moment, his breathing seemed to have stopped.
yes.
He understands better than anyone else what the key to this game of chess is.
Is not it.
He stared motionless at the roof of the carriage.
A second later, Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"I've decided." The second prince opened his eyes and said calmly.
The Prime Minister is on the left and Lombard is on the right.
Be more certain and less unknown.
"As for you, Lord Nicolai."
Thales looked at Nicolai calmly: "Are you more afraid of death or failure?"
Nicolai frowned.
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Outside the carriage, in the distance, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Exeter, Count Lisban, was talking to Mrs. Cassan.
"I understand your concerns, but this is absolutely not allowed!" The Prime Minister frowned and firmly rejected the smiling red girl: "The princes use their own troops to fill the city gates? There has never been such a precedent...
"
But his words were quickly interrupted.
"Your Majesty Prime Minister!"
In the distance, Viscount Lesden roared at him at the top of his voice, pointing in one direction: "Carriage!"
Prime Minister Lisbon quickly realized what was happening.
It's those two carriages.
The two Camus carriages that had just arrived, claiming to be visiting the Palace of Heroes, together with a dozen "attendants", suddenly turned their direction.
The driver whipped the horse as if desperately, rushing through the formation that the patrols had not had time to pull up as quickly as possible!
They broke out.
Run towards the city gate!
The Scarlet Witch looked at the two carriages and frowned slightly.
Prime Minister Lisban was stunned at first, and then was shocked.
Something is wrong.
The subordinates of the Grand Dukes? City Gate? Palace of Heroes?
He turned his head and looked at the Scarlet Witch, suspicious in his heart.
Something is wrong!
Lisban had a hunch that the key to everything today was on that carriage!
The next second, Lisban's expression tightened. He stepped away and shouted angrily at his patrols at the highest volume: "Stop them!"
"Stop those two carriages!"
"Everyone, stop them at all costs!"
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Above the city gate.
Count Levan, who was nervously observing the patrol, was slightly startled when he saw what happened below.
In his field of vision, more than a dozen people were guarding two carriages, pursuing by the patrol behind them, heading towards their city gate!
What are you doing?
"Your Majesty the Earl," a soldier from the Black Sand Territory reminded him: "Those two carriages seem to be the symbol of Lord Conmas..."
"Do you want to pull up the city gate and go to respond?"
The number one vassal under the Black Sand Territory, Count Levan frowned.
Of course he recognized the symbol of Zenryu Castle.
but……
Count Lewan recalled the scene in front of Broken Dragon Fortress.
If this is a ploy.
It's a way to earn money to open the city gate...
Lewan clenched his fists.
The next second, Earl Lewan raised his hand and shouted angrily at the crossbowmen in the distance: "Phil! Wind up!"
"School shooting warning!"
In the distance, Phil, the short soldier and captain of the Shooting Guards, heard this and his eyes flashed.
"Come here!"
I saw him suddenly pull out a bunch of arrows from the quiver behind him, pierce one of them on the thatch on the right, then grab one of them and put it on a big bow.
Phil's arrow was aimed at the small point in his field of vision.
In an instant, Phil's eyes moved and he took off his bowstring!
"Whoosh!"
The whistling sound of arrows piercing the sky.
"Boom!"
The arrow was firmly nailed to the ground.
Right in front of the hooves of the first carriage.
The horse seemed frightened and was about to turn around while screaming.
But the driver was obviously very skilled, and he just used his whip to steer the carriage back to its original direction.
The carriage continued to rush towards the city gate, without even the intention of slowing down!
Phil frowned: They didn't stop.
That being the case - he grabbed the second arrow.
This time, after Phil finished setting up his bow, he coldly ordered to his subordinates:
"School shooting is over, everyone, get on the strings!"
Behind him, more than a hundred Northland archers from the Black Sand Territory took their positions.
They nocked arrows and strung them, lowered their waists and expanded their chests together, and steadily stretched their powerful arms.
The sound of bow strings and bow arms groaning together.
Under the city gate, the outlines of the two carriages became increasingly clear.
Phil's face turned cold.
"Prepare for salvo!"
Everyone tensed their muscles, looked serious, held their bowstring close to their cheeks, and corrected the angle towards the target - the carriages and people rushing towards them at high speed under the city gate.
The carriage is getting closer and closer.
Finally, with a ferocious expression on his face, Phil released his final roar:
"put!"
The next second, with a neat and terrifying whistling sound, countless arrows poured out towards the city gate, overwhelming the sky and the earth.