King Charman and his subordinates regrouped under the strange eyes of others, and the king came to the front of the Prime Minister, who should be the former Prime Minister.
The Earl of Lisban stood up from the side of the Grand Duchess and looked at the new king without any sign of weakness.
Thelma looked at the two of them nervously.
"Now, my people and I are leaving the Palace of Heroes, the First City Gate, and even Longxiao City," King Charman said with a cold face, holding the sword on his waist seemingly casually with his left hand, and holding the Broken Soul with his right hand.
Lord Tuleha threw the blade aside and said, "Earl of Risban, your patrols in the city won't stop you, right?"
Earl Lisban showed a warm smile and glanced at the hostile Black Sand Collar soldiers around him.
"How dare we hinder His Majesty the King's itinerary?" The old earl said calmly: "As long as the people of the Black Sand Territory can withdraw from Longxiao City in a friendly manner."
Lisban narrowed his eyes: "Except for the most unreasonable lunatic, no one in this country dares to disrespect the king."
Charmaine I nodded slightly expressionlessly, as if he did not understand the connotation of the earl's words.
"Then, I hope you can provide supplies and garrison for my people to prepare for the coming severe cold," the king seemed to test indifferently: "There should be no problem."
This time, His Excellency the Earl refused very simply: "I'm sorry, but I obey."
King Charmaine blew out a breath from his nose.
His eyes were cold and gleaming.
"Due to some 'reasons', there are still a lot of messes that need to be cleaned up in Longxiao City." Earl Lisban, who was used to seeing troubles, did not change his expression and said lightly: "I apologize for the poor reception in Longxiao City, but I must
I have to serve my master first, so that I can have enough energy to share the worries of my common master in the North."
"You know, I am no longer the Prime Minister of the Kingdom serving the entire territory."
Charmaine frowned slightly.
He looked at the little girl wearing glasses next to Lisban, looking at her stained platinum hair.
Thelma crossed her arms nervously.
King Charman nodded slowly.
"In the end, even a king has to rely on himself, right?" Charmaine said calmly: "We will find our own campsite."
The Earl of Lisban moved slightly and stood in front of the Grand Duchess, with a repulsive expression on his face.
Only then did the king look back.
"I wish you a smooth reign, girl," King Charmaine said meaningfully: "After all, we are already tied together."
"I'll watch you, and I'll watch the boy."
The king said calmly: "Please remember: he is our bargaining chip when facing the stars."
"Also remember your oath: to defend Exeter and the Northland to the death."
Thelma suddenly turned pale.
Without waiting for their response, King Charman with the bloody crown turned around and headed out of the palace surrounded by soldiers.
The White Blade Guards and the Palace Guards watched them go away coldly, but their fingers never left their swords.
Among the crowd, Fire Knight Tuleha was holding the Soul-Severing Blade and passing by the former White Blade Guard Commander with a subtle look in his eyes.
"Take good care of it," Nicolai said without raising his head while bandaging the wound on his arm: "A knife that cuts off the soul is a great weapon that saved the Western Continent."
The Fire Knight frowned slightly, stopped and looked carefully at the Soul-Destroying Blade in his hand.
"I will send someone to deliver the White Blade Legacy Book to the Black Sand Territory. Of course, you have to pay for the White Blade yourself." There was no emotion in Nicolai's words, as if he was doing the most boring and boring job: "From now on
From now on, you will inherit the spirit of the White Blade Guards."
"Don't disgrace its name."
How fucking ironic.
The Fallen Star said coldly in his heart.
Tuleha stroked the strange arc on the Soul-Severing Blade.
White Blade Guards.
He raised his head.
"Without this sword," the Fire Knight's words were quite aggressive and provocative: "What else can you do?"
"Meteor?"
Nicolai stopped what he was doing.
His expression also changed.
"Let me think about it." Nicolai clenched his fists, his eyes filled with coldness: "For example, suddenly popping up from some unknown dark corner, and then chop off the head of a certain regicide?"
Tuleha looked at him quietly.
"You know, for guys in the extreme realm, the most effective identity is not a warrior," Nicolai said softly, "but an assassin."
Tuleha stared at him silently, letting the subordinates behind him leave in groups.
His face was as cold as ice.
Nicolai seemed unaware and continued to stare at the enemy without showing any signs of weakness.
After a few seconds, the Fire Knight laughed coldly.
"Ha ha ha ha"
I saw Tuleha hanging the unsheathed Soul-Destroying Blade on his waist and looking at the pale Meteorite with interest.
Nicolai looked at him coldly.
But what happened next was beyond the Faller's expectations.
Tuleha did not hesitate to grab another weapon at his waist, connected it to the scabbard, pulled it outward, and then threw it hard!
Nicolai was startled and subconsciously stretched out his hand.
Catch the weapon thrown by the opponent from a distance.
A second later, he saw the weapon in his hand clearly and opened his mouth in surprise.
He suddenly looked back at the calm-looking Fire Knight.
"What does this mean?" Nicolai gritted his teeth and looked at the Rising Sun Saber in his hand, his expression unhappy.
Tuleha looked at his old weapons with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes.
"Keep it well," the Fire Knight said softly, seemingly with infinite emotion: "Compared to saving the Western Continent, this is a great weapon that has saved the world."
Nicolai held the golden saber in his hand blankly, speechless for a moment.
"Remember, Fallen Star," Tuleha turned around and tapped the Soul-Destroying Blade on his waist. His voice was strong and his eyes were subtle: "We are still victorious."
Wearing damaged armor, the Burning Knight took steps of iron and left without any regrets.
Nicolai looked at his retreating back, frowning, and gritting his teeth tighter and tighter.
hateful.
this
This guy
"A good man," Michael came to him with a cane, looked at Tuleha's figure, and shook his head with sigh: "It's a pity that he stood in the wrong position."
Nicolai closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.
Fallen Star turned to his old friend.
"I'm here to say goodbye," Michael patted Nicolai's shoulder with a bitter expression: "See you later, my friend."
He glanced at Archduchess Walton, who was surrounded by crowds in the distance, with a hesitant look on her face.
"You know, you can stay." Nicolai whispered.
"No."
"My story is in the Book of White Blades." Finally, Michael sighed, looked into the distance, turned around and left with his cane:
"This is truly the end."
Nicolai looked at his back as he left without saying a word.
He just put his hand into his pocket and grabbed an ordinary stone.
Among the people leaving behind Heisha, Kambida followed King Charman.
His Excellency the Viscount looked at the Fire Knight catching up from behind, his eyes passing over the lonely Soul-Destroying Blade on the latter's waist, and his expression was hesitant.
"That's the Saber of the Rising Sun. It's said to be the first legendary anti-magic weapon that changed the world," Cambida said dissatisfied, but the latter ignored him, so the viscount could only turn to His Majesty the King: "You just let him go like this.
You gave away the sharpest weapons in the world as if they were junk, Your Majesty the Grand Duke?"
Tuleha snorted softly.
King Charmaine didn't look back, but his eyes were slightly tilted.
"The sharpest?" The newly promoted King Gongju lowered his head and muttered.
But Charmaine I only paused briefly for a second, then raised his head again, regaining his composure and calmness.
"My sharpest weapon," the king said slowly, stepping on the floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes step by step, and passing through the simple and rough decorations:
"Aren't you standing behind me?"
Cambida's expression paused for a moment, and he frowned.
Behind the king, the tall and strong Lord Tuleha raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly.
His Excellency the Viscount slowed down his pace and allowed others to surpass him.
Tuleha passed by him and nodded gently to him.
"What a loser."
Viscount Cambida looked at the backs of the king and lord, closed his eyes, and sighed softly:
"But it is precisely because of this that I am willing to follow him and regard him as my king."
"Until the end of my life."
He crossed his arms, with a calm expression and sharp eyes.
The corners of his mouth curved into an interesting arc.
"You deliberately put on a good posture while waiting for me to come, and then said such a cool statement," Croache on the stretcher happened to be carried past Cambida. The female warrior snorted disdainfully: "The technique is too old.
Get it done."
Cambida frowned.
"At least cooperate with me and say something like, 'Ah, that's the reason why we fight.'" The Viscount resumed his steps and followed Kroesh's stretcher with dissatisfaction.
"Stop talking." Kroesh interrupted him coldly: "Because of that boy, the oath of co-governance was even stronger. In the end, we returned to where we were, and nothing changed."
"No reward for hard work."
Viscount Cambida raised his eyebrows with an interesting expression.
"You have worked hard for nothing, and you have returned to where you were, and nothing has changed?" Your Excellency the Viscount seemed to have heard something funny.
He turned around and looked at the princes who were discussing something in a low voice from a distance: "Only people who live in the past and don't want to wake up would think this way."
Chloe looked at him doubtfully.
"In fact," Cambida turned his head again and chuckled: "Including His Majesty Charman, the Grand Dukes, and the prince."
"They've changed everything."
The female warrior looked at Cambida's profound expression and suddenly felt that this man had become a little scary.
"Believe me, starting from today, the severe cold is coming," Cambida sneered, looking past the numerous historic decorations and furnishings in the palace, and lightly stepped on the floor tiles that were unknown how many years ago:
"Kingdom of Exeter"
"You can never go back to where you were."
"Rejoice, Prince Thales, if it weren't for the persistence of that little girl," Grand Duke Leko stood in front of the Star Prince, looked at the listless boy, and sighed: "Your permanent residence is Black Sand City, Chang companion.
What a wonderful experience it was to be at the King’s side.”
Thales moved slightly.
He turned around and looked at Thelma who was talking to Lisban in the distance.
The prince took a deep breath and turned around again: "He, King Charman, proposed this order as one of the conditions at the King Selection Meeting?"
"Oh no," Archduke Lecco shook his head, with an interesting look in his cloudy eyes: "It's not the condition he proposed."
"All of us think this is safer."
"Your Highness."
The worried Tails was speechless for a moment.
After a second, the prince lowered his head as if frustrated.
"all of you?"
"Is it."
He closed his eyes and felt gloomy.
Yes.
After I did that desperately.
Grand Duke Lecco watched him quietly.
"You know, Prince Thales."
"After today, in addition to the threat from the stars that Charmaine said"
"There are also many people who will be wary of you, just as they are wary of the Bright Star family, which has produced numerous talents and prospered over the years."
Of course, it’s not just talents that are emerging in large numbers.
Grand Duke Lecco added silently in his heart:
There are also crazy people.
The old man's eyes lit up and his expression became lively: "But I'm also looking forward to you."
Thales opened his eyes: "Expecting me?"
Grand Duke Lecco nodded quietly.
"I don't know how Charmaine became like this," the old Grand Duke said solemnly, watching the king's back slowly being submerged by the soldiers, "but we can all feel it: he is getting more and more dangerous."
"The severe cold is coming." He sighed.
Thales thought about this sentence.
"Perhaps one day, we will need to use your power to fight against him," Grand Duke Lecco looked at Thales seriously: "Just like today."
Thales was in a confused mood and didn't know how to respond.
"finished?"
Archduke Olesiu walked forward coldly and glanced at Thales: "I've had enough. I don't want to stay in this damn place for a moment and put my life in the hands of others."
In the distance, Grand Duke Ronny and Trudida looked at them quietly, one without saying a word and the other with a playful smile.
Lecco looked at the Black Sand Army that was gradually leaving and exhaled.
"See you later. Take care of yourself, Prince Thales."
The old Grand Duke said calmly: "Be careful of the king, and be careful of the Grand Duke."
He blinked his eyes very meaningfully: "And the Grand Duchess."
Taylor was speechless for a moment.
Putilai watched the grand dukes and their personal guards leaving, and frowned as he came to Thales' side.
"Your Highness, regarding your future," the deputy hesitated.
"I know." Thales replied calmly.
"I am a bargaining chip and a threat."
Putilai looked questioning.
"In conflicts and compromises, the princes must also hold on to the bargaining chip and contain the threat." Thales thought clearly about the cause and effect, and shook his head distractedly: "Control the stars, and also control Charmaine."
"It also restricts Longxiao City."
Raphael stepped forward.
"In terms of effect, you made the ten Grand Dukes be wary of each other. This is very close to the goal that the secret department wants, and it may even go beyond it."
"Perhaps you are more suitable to work in the secret department." The cadre of the secret department smiled mysteriously: "We will see you later."
Thales rolled his eyes.
Putilai didn't know what to say, so he could only pat the prince on the shoulder.
"I will report to the country as soon as possible and come up with a countermeasure."
He turned to the weak Raphael aside: "You know what to do, right?"
The cadre of the secret department nodded slightly: "Your Majesty and Lord Hansen will know everything that happens here in the shortest possible time."
Thales watched them assign the work and thought of what he would encounter in the next few years, and felt depressed.
"One more thing," Putilai came to Cohen and Miranda, his face solemn: "You two, although your injuries are not serious, you must immediately hide your identity and leave Exeter before the enemy intercepts you.
"
Cohen opened his mouth, and Miranda looked thoughtful.
"As a noble family member of the two major families, especially Miss Arend who holds the inheritance rights of the Duke of the Northern Territory, your value to Lombard and King Charmaine is inestimable."
"This is Longxiao City, and he has just been crowned, so he cannot attack directly, but once he leaves Longxiao City, he will not let you go."
Summarize it in a few sentences.
Raphael also darkened his expression.
"I will take them away immediately, while the people of Nikolai are still friendly to us," Raphael coughed: "I know a secret way back from the Great Needle Forest, which can be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Black Sand Territory.
"
Putilai nodded to him: "Go."
So, with Cohen sighing in anger and Miranda looking worried, they followed Rafael and left.
When passing by Thales, Miranda glanced at him.
"Take care, Your Highness," the female swordsman's expression was somewhat contradictory, and she frowned slightly: "Don't give up."
She endured the pain and said meaningfully: "You are a good prince, unlike others."
Putilai turned his head and pretended not to hear.
Thales touched his head and was so embarrassed that he could only smile in response.
other people?
Cohen, who was bruised and swollen, moved closer to Thales.
"Your Highness," the guard's robe was burned off at the shoulders, and there was a terrible burn on his neck. Although it was initially treated with the power of termination, it still looked very ferocious. He seemed to hesitate at first: "
I just want to say "
Cohen's mouth opened and closed many times. After a few seconds, he pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "Thank you."
Thales, who was in a complicated mood, forced a smile:
"It's my turn to thank you, Cohen Karabyan, for your endless fight."
The vigilance officer blinked.
"No, no, Your Highness, we just had a few fights," Cohen raised the corners of his mouth, touched his head, and seemed a little embarrassed: "But you"
He couldn't seem to find a good word for a while.
After a while, Cohen, who was scratching his head, then straightened his face and said sincerely: "You saved the world."
"You're too exaggerated," Thales chuckled, a little embarrassed, "I just tried to mediate a conflict, and it's not my turn to save the world."
Cohen paused and his eyes moved slightly.
He lowered his head.
Cohen's face darkened.
"Believe me, Your Highness," the security officer seemed to have thought of something and said with some emotion: "For those who will be affected by the war."
Thales cast a questioning look.
The security officer took a deep breath, showed his shining teeth and bright smile again, and bowed gently to him: "You really saved the world."
"It is my honor to fight alongside you."
Thales looked at him strangely, nodded subconsciously, and watched him go away.
Raphael nodded slightly to him: "Well done, Your Highness."
After sending away batch after batch of people, and adding that he was about to be placed under house arrest in Longxiao City, Thales suddenly felt depressed.
Forget it, he comforted himself: at least the result wasn't too bad.
At least, they are still alive
Hey, have you forgotten someone? (In a corner of Longxiao City, a short figure burped and sneezed loudly.)
At this moment.
"I'm sorry for involving you," the girl's voice came from behind him: "They, they insisted on keeping you here."
Thales turned around and looked at Thelma who looked apologetic.
"No, this is their interests and calculations, it has nothing to do with you." The prince let go of his depression and shook his head in relief.
and
People who are involved
The person who should say sorry
Thales shrugged sadly: "As far as King Charman is concerned, I am under house arrest here. The Grand Duke of Longxiao City has a close relationship with the prince of the enemy country, which will weaken your prestige and reputation."
"As far as you are concerned, you would rather I end up in Longxiao City with my vitality severely damaged than let the Black Sand Leader control this bargaining chip."
"And for all of them."
"A prince who grew up in an enemy country and has been a hostage all year round will be far away from the power and influence in the country of Stars." The prince shook his head: "If I return to the country to be crowned one day, I will definitely be a new king whose rule is unstable."
even.
"It's in everyone's interest."
"So, I'm probably doomed to be unlucky."
He raised his head helplessly, summed up his fate, and sighed sadly: "Besides, Lomba hates me so much that he definitely doesn't want to see me go back alive like this."
The muscles in Thales' arms tightened.
The prince looked in surprise at Thelma who caught him.
"No, I told them, you must be in Longxiao City," the little girl puffed up her mouth and shook her head desperately: "You are my friend, you will not be unlucky, and nothing will happen to you."
Thelma pursed her lips, as if she was about to cry, and her green eyes showed guilt and worry.
Thales was speechless.
Thelma blinked her crystal eyes and said in a trembling voice: "You will live a good life here. Lisban will be fine. The people are very nice. He will not make things difficult for you. Longxiao City will also protect you!
"
As if "we" wanted to prove something, Thelma's eyes were frightened and she said anxiously: "We can..."
Her eyes suddenly lit up behind her glasses.
"By the way, there are many books in Nekaru's library that I haven't read yet." Thelma's breathing quickened, as if she was afraid that Thales would be unhappy: "I remember that you were very interested in the book about the end.
war"
Looking at the anxious little girl, Thales' depressed mood seemed to be slowly getting better.
"Yes," the prince scratched his head and chuckled, "I'm very interested."
Such as magic.
for example
dragon.
"So," Thelma seemed to be relieved, and she asked cautiously: "Will you be fine and stay in Longxiao City with me?"
Thales let out a breath.
"Ah, yes," he smiled, put his hand on his chest, and bowed lightly: "My lady."
Thelma then slowly curled her lips, turned and left amidst Lisban's urging, turning back from time to time. The Ghost of the Wind came to Thales.
"How do you feel?" Thales smiled at the sluggish Rolf: "It's been more than a month."
"Compared to your gangster career?"
The eyes on the half silver mask of Ghost with the Wind moved slightly.
He gestured with difficulty with his right hand in the splint: Very bad.
Thales raised his eyebrows.
Rolf shrugged and gestured again:
But, also, very good.
Only then did Thales chuckle.
The prince raised his head and looked at the sky of Longxiao City outside the window with complicated emotions.
There was a long-lost sense of relaxation in my heart.
"Did you see it?" He opened his lips slightly and said lightly in the air in a low voice that no one could hear: "This is my answer."
This time, there was no sound in his ears.
"Huhu"
The wind and snow outside the window suddenly intensified, and the cold wind howled, mixed with ice crystals and blew towards my face.
The Longxiao City in the field of vision seemed to darken instantly and became gray.
The severe cold that enveloped the entire Northland has officially arrived.
The next chapter is the end of the volume, it's an Easter egg chapter.