"I try to be polite, Your Excellency, so I try not to think so," Thales gritted his teeth, trying to adjust his breathing while trying to increase the strength of his hands: "But you know how serious the matter is.
, for the sake of caution, please forgive me for asking: Does the Scarlet Witch know this secret?"
"If she knew...did it come from you?"
In fact, Thales eavesdropped on their conversation back then.
The Scarlet Witch does know this secret, she confided it to Nicolai.
But Thales still had to ask this question.
because……
"No," Nicolai effortlessly resisted Thales' sword blade. His expression remained unchanged and he answered resolutely: "Of course she doesn't know, at least she didn't know it from me, otherwise she wouldn't let it go and take advantage of it.
Opportunity."
At that moment, Thales' eyes looked different.
He looked into the eyes of the fallen star across the sword and axe, with thoughts surging in his heart.
He is deliberately hiding it from me, hiding the fact that the Scarlet Witch knows the truth.
Why?
Are you afraid that after I find out, I will continue to ask, "Why did the Scarlet Witch let us go?"
Are you still afraid of what secret is hidden in the matter of "Red Witch letting us go"?
A secret that leads to "It doesn't matter if the Grand Duchess is not of Walton blood"?
for example……
Is it.
At that moment, Thales's mood only became heavier and heavier.
He stepped back and removed the blade.
"Very good," Thales looked up with a cheerful expression on his face. He looked like he was relieved and returned to the leisurely prince. "Although I don't believe it either, I feel more relieved to hear you prove it with my own words."
Nicolai frowned and looked at him without smiling at all.
"Then let's change the direction," Thales breathed heavily and looked like he was thinking hard: "Anyone, anyone who knows this secret from you, is it possible that they have contact with the Scarlet Witch?"
Nikolai swung his axe: "Anyone?"
Thales felt sad.
He acquiesced.
He acquiesced that the Scarlet Witch knew the secret of Little Slicker.
Therefore, the sentence "how is it possible" just now does not mean "how could the Red Witch know".
But "How could the Scarlet Witch reveal the secret?"
Thales collected his thoughts and nodded calmly: "Does Lisban know? The true identity of the Grand Duchess?"
"You haven't told him anything in six years?"
This time, he saw clearly: Nicolai's expression was motionless.
As if frozen by ice.
Thales let out a long sigh.
"Uncle Nicolai," the prince looked a little anxious, as if he was really worried about something: "We are not talking about some lively pre-dinner jokes."
Thales's eyelids shrank: "It's about the life and death of Longxiao City."
He turned to the girl who was practicing with the dagger: "And Selma's rule."
"Rumba holds our greatest weakness, and your secretiveness and hesitation will only increase our troubles."
"Northlanders."
After a few seconds, Nicolai raised his head expressionlessly and looked at him calmly.
Don't say a word.
Thales looked at the silent Nikolai, couldn't help but sigh, and raised his sword.
"So you told him."
Nicolai raised his ax and absentmindedly blocked Thales's light sword, which was powerless.
"Impossible," the meteorite's face was stiff, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing: "He has no reason to betray us, and there is no way he can reveal the news to the enemy."
Thales snorted softly.
"Who knows, Earl Charles Lisban, the former prime minister of the kingdom, is only loyal to Walton," Thales said with deep meaning: "If he knew the truth about the Grand Duchess and knew that he was not serving Walton,
Dun, then will he feel that he is more suitable..."
Nicolai raised his head suddenly and gritted his teeth: "Just because he is loyal to Walton, that is even more impossible!"
Thales said nothing.
He just looked at each other with complicated eyes.
Why are you so sure and confident?
Why is Lisban so confident that he will still abide by King Nun's wishes after his death and serve a girl who has nothing to do with Walton without any complaints?
Thales sighed slightly:
"Don't forget, Walton's direct bloodline is actually extinct."
Nicolai trembled slightly.
"After the death of the natural king, is the last king's will conveyed through the bodyguard so supreme?" Thales pushed Nicolai away and sneered again and again: "So much so that a respected traditional northern lord can put down his dignity and
Habitual, stooping down to a girl who is not actually his master’s bloodline?”
"Unless King Nuen is alive, how can a vassal who almost controls the power of Longxiao City remain loyal to a weak and fragile girl for decades?"
Thales shrugged: "You know, if it's Lisban, then Walton's nominal rule probably ends here. The secret he holds is enough to overthrow the Grand Duchess..."
"I said it's impossible!" Nicolai's dissatisfaction was extremely obvious: "You don't know anything, and you don't understand Lisban."
Thales looked at the appearance of the meteorite man and sighed softly in his heart.
yes.
Lisban doesn't look like that kind of person, and he won't be stupid enough to trade secrets with the Black Sand Leader.
so……
There is only one explanation.
Because Lisban knew that everything he had worked hard for was still to be loyal to Walton.
His true allegiance is still to the blood of King Nun.
"Your concern ends here, unless the Black Sand Leader comes to contact you again," Nicolai said coldly:
"I will handle this matter."
"You're not stupid enough to confront him directly, are you? Lisban?" The prince said calmly: "Only based on the late king's affection and kindness?"
Nicolai turned aside contemptuously, ignored him, and stepped back a certain distance.
Until Thales' next words.
"Have you forgotten that traitor?" Thales sneered in front of him: "Have you forgotten how you refused to believe his betrayal until he appeared in the Palace of Heroes?"
"Until you kill the traitor Kaslan Lumba with your own hands?"
These words were like the sparks that ignited the straw. Nicolai turned around suddenly and punched Thales in the abdomen!
Boom!
But to the Meteorite's surprise, Thales seemed to have changed. He reached out his hands very quickly and firmly caught his habitually redirected punch.
"That's right, keep a low profile, it's best to pretend as if nothing happened," Thales struggled to hold the opponent's arm tightly and gritted his teeth: "Because many times, even I don't know who is the enemy in Longxiao City.
are friends."
Nikolai frowned and stared at him. After a few seconds, the Fallen Star rudely withdrew his arm, causing the prince to stagger.
He looked at Thelma who was practicing daggers with Justin in the distance, and pursed his lips: "Have you told the Grand Duchess about this?"
"Black Sand Leader's bargaining chip and threat?"
"No," Thales exhaled, shaking his sore and numb hands, experiencing the numbness of the Hell River sin that slowly subsided: "Not yet."
"Very well, then keep silent," Nicolai seemed to calm down, his eyes fixed on Thelma: "She doesn't need to know this."
"As for this matter, Bai Ren... someone from the Grand Duke's personal guard will investigate it."
silence.
After a while, Thales sighed sadly, stood up, and no longer looked at the Fallen Starman.
"Is it."
"You think you can protect her with a long sword and a shield," Thales looked at the Grand Duchess's practice and hummed meaningfully: "So you only taught her how to use a dagger."
He shook his head: "Think about it: when the enemy's sword cuts in front of her, the weak and helpless Grand Duchess only has a small dagger, which can only stab and cut."
"I can't imagine anything more cruel."
Nicolai glanced at the Grand Duchess, then turned to Thales again, with disdain on his face: "Don't worry, I will cut off his head before the enemy's sword arrives."
"Ha, that's really awesome."
Thales shook his head, with a hint of sadness in his tone unconsciously: "However, the sword belonging to Lumba has stopped at her throat, Lumba's head is still on his neck, and she is still following happily.
You learn to use daggers."
Nicolai didn't speak, but his brows tightened.
Thales narrowed his eyes: "Is this how you trained Prince Morar? Taught him to defend himself with daggers and kept him away from all dangerous secrets?"
The prince lowered his head and clapped his hands, sighing: "No wonder Morar failed to come back from the stars..."
"Women do not belong on the battlefield, and Morar is not a woman," Nicolai interrupted him coldly: "His training was much harder. He was also a courageous swordsman and axe-hand, and he failed.
It’s not because I’m not good at my skills that I came back.”
Thales crossed his arms and was silent for a moment.
"Of course, Morar," Thales shook his head, and there seemed to be something else in his eyes: "A legitimate male heir to the Grand Duke, if he is still here, then Longxiao City will probably be able to stabilize, right?
I probably won’t even need to come to Exeter.”
Nicolai snorted coldly, as if he didn't realize what the prince wanted to say at all.
"But she," Thales murmured at the Grand Duchess, as if this was just a casual chat: "She is a woman, and she is not even of Walton blood."
"That creates a lot of problems."
"She can't just know how to defend herself with a dagger, that's not enough."
"That's not something you should worry about. Just take care of yourself." Nicolai blocked his words rudely: "That's my business."
"You are really confident." Thales hummed and shook his head: "It seems that as long as you say a word, Longxiao City will become stable in an instant, and the suspicion of Lisban and others will be eliminated."
Is it.
Nicolai?
"That's it for today's lesson," Nicolai said bluntly, "Practice by yourself in the rest of the time."
Thales chuckled in his heart and shook his head: "What about a hundred times?"
But the Fallen Star just glanced at him coldly, turned around, and left without stopping.
Thales looked at his back and frowned slowly.
It's still early and the sun is still shining.
"Ended so early?" Huaiya stepped forward, took the sword and shield from Thales' hand, and asked doubtfully: "Today's training seems a little different?"
The second prince took a deep breath and shook his head gently.
"Where is it? Isn't it the same as before?"
"This overwhelming advantage," Thales couldn't help sighing as he watched the Fallen Starman's retreating figure, "Both sides are fighting."
"It's not on the same level at all."
"You don't have to compare yourself with the Fallen Star Man," Huaiya raised his eyebrows, followed the prince's line of sight, looked at the terrifying former Blade Commander, and said tentatively: "But seeing you become so optimistic, then
I feel relieved."
"It's not too bad, is it?"
Thales turned around and looked at Thelma on the other side, who was sweating profusely and practicing with a dagger. He then looked at the guards and servants with wary faces inside and outside the stadium, silently.
Not too bad?
No.
At that moment, only the prince himself knew how bad the situation he was facing was.