The Mindis Hall was still filled with constant but restrained noise (except perhaps for the rude voices of the guests from the North and the Dwarves). Many heavyweight guests arrived one after another, and the surrounding area of the banquet hall became the most familiar social place for the upper class of the royal capital.
As for the host of the banquet, Thales still faithfully performed his duties.
"So, Your Majesty the Duke, it is indeed a pity that I missed you, but did you know that this was not Sunset's arrangement?"
Archdeacon Stylianides nodded politely to Duke Xinghu. He was frank, humble and considerate, which made people fall in love with him at first sight.
"... gave me the opportunity to reflect on myself: Do I care about this matter for the vanity and status represented by that position, or for the determination and belief to spread the faith... Of course, the result of the reflection makes me ashamed...
…”
Thales had a friendly conversation with the most promising young priest in the Sunset Church, politely greeting him, smiling fresh and sincerely, and nodding in agreement from time to time.
"Facts have proved that I am far from attaining the qualities that God appreciates, and I am indeed not worthy to discuss God's teachings with you..."
Not far away, Doyle squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, carefully looking at Thales who was chatting cordially with the guests.
"Hey, I recognize that look."
Glover turned his head when he heard this and glanced at Doyle: Do you recognize him again?
"Your Highness is laughing." Grover said coldly.
But d.d shook his head and clicked his tongue:
"No, no, no, believe me, that child must be so upset right now that he wants to scream at the sky and beat the earth..."
Glover turned his head back and turned a deaf ear.
Doyle was left shaking his head, feeling deeply:
"According to my experience, that is when the love in your heart is given to someone else, and you are unable to do anything about it..."
Glover snorted coldly.
Seeing that he did not receive a positive response, Doyle couldn't help but turn around and poke his colleague.
"So, you're not curious at all?"
d.d is not without regrets:
"What exactly did Earl Castle say to him?"
Glover glanced at Doyle, then looked behind him, his face expressionless, let alone speaking.
"I know."
Doyle paused slightly.
Listening to the footsteps and familiar voice behind him, he turned around stiffly and said in an unsteady tone:
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Duke?"
I saw Thales had ended the conversation at some point and was standing behind him with his hands behind his back, his face full of joy.
Why does this kid look like a street thief...
Doyle was silently depressed.
I'm so quiet, can you still hear me?
"Gilbert just told me," Thales imitated Doyle's tone just now and said with emotion:
"The love in my heart is promised to someone else, but I can't do anything about it..."
Doyle touched his head and put on a naive and ignorant smile.
If he remembers it well, maybe this is how the silly Cohen captured the heart of the young Duke?
Until Thales suddenly turned cold:
"Are you satisfied?"
Doyle's smile faltered.
"Hey, um, you are really good at joking. Who else in the world who is not smart enough dares to touch your woman..."
The next second, Doyle shuddered again.
He felt inexplicably that after saying these words, the Duke's aura...
It seems to be getting colder?
Thales snorted softly before taking a step away.
Glover curled his lips and followed him competently.
"Hey," the zombie walked past Doyle, who was asking for trouble, and didn't care:
"I recognize that look."
Doyle was stunned for a moment, then gave him a vicious look.
Bah, zombie, I really misjudged you before.
It turns out that you are also a gossip who takes pleasure in others' misfortune.
I will remember this grudge!
Thales ignored the back-and-forth exchanges of swords and undercurrents between the two men behind him, and just moved forward on his own.
In fact, Doyle got it right on part of his mind.
Thales no longer remembers how he said goodbye to Gilbert.
What he remembered was that he still maintained his grace and propriety - just like a most competent Duke of Star Lake - and appeared at the reception position to continue his duties.
But only the Duke himself knows.
From that moment on, his steps became much heavier in a trance.
The noise around him blended into one blur, but he could no longer filter out the part he wanted.
Calm down, Thales.
The Duke had no expression on his face and said silently in his heart.
Selma.
She'll be fine.
[They captured the enemy commander...]
[Life or death is unknown...]
The muscles in Thales' arms tightened unconsciously.
The sin of the river of hell flows silently.
No.
Thales's breathing gradually quickened.
No, calm down, Thales.
The prince said to himself again.
Cheer up.
Selma will be fine.
She is the Grand Duke of Longxiao City. The Freedom Alliance will understand that the value of keeping her alive is far higher than killing her to vent their anger...
Or worse...
Thinking of this, Thales' breathing suddenly became tight.
【Because you are a girl.】
[Then it’s doomed... In most games in this world, you have to pay a higher price than men...]
When he thought about what he had said to the girl, Thales felt even more heartbroken.
At that moment, there was endless, incomprehensible anger in his heart.
Burn to everything.
Nicolai.
Dead Face, why can't you protect your master? You just scratched your skin in the hands of the Dead Crow and turned into a waste? Why do you have the nerve to call yourself a Fallen Star?
Regency of Lisbane.
Defender and protector of Longxiao City, aren't you the "Dragon Eye" of the born king? Could it be that all your plans and schemes went to hell with the late king?
Count Kierkegaard.
He is clearly known as the most powerful general under the command of King Nun. Is it possible that his shameless talk every day and his record of losing an arm in conquering Freehold are all shameless bragging?
Grand Duke Ronnie.
The majestic, resolute and courageous Lord of Qiyuan City can't even do anything to the small Free Castle. You still rule the shit, why don't you commit suicide to thank the world?
And others...
The sin of the river of hell flowed faster and faster in his veins, becoming more and more ferocious.
Exeter's brave and capable Northland army...
Are they all just decorations?
The fists in his sleeves closed unconsciously.
The sin of Jailhe gradually took shape and spread throughout his body.
No.
Thales thought while taking a deep breath.
We can't count on Exeter, we can't count on those stupid losers to help Selma.
He has to do something.
but……
but.
Think about it, Thales, think about it, think about it, what else can you do?
Ask Gilbert for help? Ask the Star Kingdom to come forward? Contact the kingdom’s secret department?
but……
Thales sadly discovered that as a prince, no matter what means he resorted to or what path he took.
Hovering over the Mindis Hall is still the huge shadow that cannot be avoided.
He finally escaped from the hostile Exeter and returned to the Star Kingdom, but he was still like a caged bird.
Faced with an old friend who needs a helping hand...
Nothing can be done.
Or is this the truth of his life in this world?
His fate?
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Megan Priest, whom he had known for a short time.
[The setting sun witnesses that our fate has long been linked to each other.]
Thales closed his eyes weakly.
The sunset.
If you were real and controlled the power...
If you are really the patron saint of my family and country...
please.
Please bless her, help her, and take care of her.
Pity the innocent girl who was involved in my unfortunate fate.
etc.
He does not understand the gods.
but.
Compared to the gods, those who really exist and control their power...
Thales opened his eyes gently.
Maybe……
Maybe there is a way...
only……
The price to pay...
Thales gritted his teeth.
Within his body, the sin of Hell River roared ferociously.
But if, if this could save her from an even more miserable future...
Thales' eyes became colder and colder.
The restlessness of the prison river intensified, almost boiling.
at this time.
Snapped!
Thales was slapped hard on the shoulder!
He subconsciously wanted to fight back, but the person behind him held his arm tightly, making him unable to move forward or retreat!
"Your Highness!"
Mallos stood in front of him, grabbed Thales' right hand, and patted the prince's chest lightly:
"really……"
Thales gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the desire to pounce on his personal guard captain.
The power of termination in his body was suppressed, roaring in his blood.
Like an untamed beast being tied back into a cage.
"I said there is something missing here..."
The watchman still held the prince's right arm.
He looked at Thales' flat and smooth chest, frowned and muttered:
"I guess he didn't steal the bright star badge in Barney's hand in the banquet hall."
"And it's just that you are too wasteful. You sent him away just because there was a poor boy opposite you... Of course, it could also be because of the beautiful woman..."
After hearing the officer's words, Doyle, who was not far away, smiled knowingly at his colleagues, but Glover still responded to him coldly.
"By the way, Your Highness, let me introduce the following guests..."
Thales raised his head with difficulty.
Then with the same difficulty, he smiled.
Under the introduction of Mallos, the Duke of Star Lake warmly welcomed the arrival of Bern Talon - the lord of Glacier City had met him at the state meeting six years ago and was one of the thirteen earls.
First, he is a distant relative and close minister of the Bright Star royal family. In fact, the first Earl of Talon was granted the title of Duke of Star Lake before he split the land and sealed the territory.
This makes Count Tallon's visit even more meaningful.
But this information, which he memorized by heart, just flowed through Thales' brain meaninglessly, supporting him to put on a perfect smile and make false greetings again.
At this moment, Thales suddenly had a sympathetic understanding of his enemy, Jann Kelvindill.
The Duke of Iris, who wanted to kill him by the hands of the vampires, was probably like this, with a heavy burden in his heart and a face as bright as spring breeze.
Welcome and send.
Four seasons as usual?
He watched with enthusiasm as Count Taron followed Marius away with such grace that no one could fault him.
but……
Is this all he can do?
Thales thought sarcastically:
Standing here, leaning against the door and showing off for some stupid banquet of your own?
At the same time, the girl to whom she owes a lot may be trapped in the enemy camp...
Thales took a deep breath.
At this moment, a low word penetrated into his ear.
"I'm thinking, maybe it was a wrong choice to let you practice swordplay last night? Did it make your youthful heart even more restless?"
Thales paused and looked at Marius, who had returned from unknown time.
The latter was close to his ear and whispered:
"Unless you want to start a life-and-death duel with a certain guest tonight to show off the fierce and heroic wind brought back from the north," Mallos said sarcastically:
"Otherwise, please take care of your finishing power."
Thales calmed down:
"you know?"
"Don't forget, I am your martial arts teacher." Mallos said calmly.
He then turned his head as if nothing had happened, blocking Thales behind him, and scolded D.D. who was making faces at Glover.
Thales adjusted his breathing, but realized something in his heart.
Wake up, Thales.
You are far from the point where you finally overturn the chessboard.
Engage the enemy.
Observe the enemy.
Conquer the enemy.
Thales silently recited the three principles of dealing with the enemy and thought about it carefully.
The sin of the Hell River seems to be in sync with the owner's state. At this moment, it flows slowly, dark and stagnant, without the madness and violence before.
Charmaine Lombard.
A name crossed my mind.
Exeter's Western Expedition was completely defeated, and even his commander was captured. This was no longer just a problem for the three major territories.
It's about the dignity of the entire Exeter.
If King Charman still wants to secure his position, he cannot turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb.
He must take back Selma from the Freedom League in the name of the whole kingdom.
Of course, this may come at the expense of the Black Sand Leader reaching out to the internal affairs of the three cities and expanding its royal power...
etc.
Expand royal power.
Thales' thoughts cleared.
The Free Alliance has a small and weak people, and as a rule, it is impossible to fight against the powerful Longxiao, Qiyuan, defend the three cities, and reverse the victory by itself.
They may have strong reinforcements or external forces to intervene in the situation.
Thales frowned.
King Charmaine.
It's you?
you again?
Then things are not that simple. He will use the captured Thelma as a bargaining chip and use every bit of value in her to divide, bribe, extort, deceive, and do everything possible.
Weaken Qiyuan City.
Deterrence and garrison city.
Conquer Longxiao City.
As for the little slippery guy...
[Be careful, Thales, when people smell your weakness...]
King Charman's voice vaguely sounded in his ears, and Thales clenched his fists again.
what to do.
Thousands of miles away, how should I face...Charmaine Lombard?
what to do?
Thales's fists clenched tighter and tighter.
The sin of the Hell River seems to have sensed the master's mood. After discovering that it has signs of resurgence, it is ready to move and try to cover the master's body again.
But the next moment, a new guest interrupted Thales's memories.
The person who came had long strides, his cloak was slightly raised, his left eye was covered with scars, and the only remaining eye revealed a cold and stern look.
Thales breathed slightly.
It's him.
Six years ago...
Old friend.
The moment this nobleman appeared, the originally noisy Mindis Hall courtyard was like a conductor waving the baton in his hand, drawing a pause to the music.
Even Doyle is no longer smiling.
All the guests who saw him were silent. Those who recognized him, but at the prompts of each other, came forward in twos and threes to greet him.
Nobles in their prime are not enthusiastic, and respond to the greetings of lower-level nobles casually and arrogantly.
The middle-aged nobleman walked into the hall door, handed his cloak to the waiter, took the pen and paper, scratched the list of guests, and looked around the Mindis Hall.
"Rudolf told me before that this is a good place and worth visiting often."
The young noble snorted softly and said coldly:
"Now, huh, I still prefer Yadi."
The next second, the one-eyed guest stopped and landed on Thales.
At Mallos's signal, Thales stepped forward slowly and smiled.
"Dear Duke Nantry, welcome..."
But the other party interrupted him bluntly.
"Why are you so thin?"
"You haven't grown much taller either?"
Thales' expression froze.
I saw the guardian duke of the cliff, the owner of the giant-horned deer, Coust Nantrist, nicknamed "One-eyed Dragon", frowning and looking at him:
"Have the Yankees abused you these past six years?"
As the majestic Duke of Star Lake, Thales was silent for a while and could only continue to give him a decent smile.
Coster snorted coldly:
"Then you'd better return the favor and live up to the stars."
After saying this, Duke One-Eyed Dragon pushed the waiter forward without even looking at the prince.
No.
Thales frowned lightly, but his heart felt relieved.
At least, he can still do things.
"Lord Costus, do you know Levi Trudida?"
Coster's footsteps stopped.
Thales made a downward gesture to Mallos and the other three, and followed suit, standing opposite the one-eyed dragon.
"He is the son of Grand Duke Zai Zao Pa. He is also here to attend the banquet today."
Coster narrowed his one eye and looked at Thales carefully.
"Trudida..."
Duke Yadi snorted disdainfully:
"Some shameless Northland bastard has fathered a lot of sons and a lot of bastards."
"God knows which of his sons it is."
"God knows if it's his seed."
Listening to the other party's emotional confirmation of Trudida, Thales was thoughtful.
The reconstruction tower is adjacent to the northern border and is related to the border defense between the two countries.
But it actually has more mountain territory, bordering the cliff land territory of the South Triest family. They both survive and develop in the Sighing Mountains and confront each other.
("Just two cowards, separated by a grand canyon, nestled on the peaks on both sides, shouting at each other in the air: Come over if you dare!" - While picking his nose with disdain, he listened boredly to the history class of the two children in the Northland.
Nicolai.)
Thales took a step closer, forcing himself not to look at Coste's scar-covered left eye, and whispered:
"Levi Yang, let me help you. I need to buy some food to take home."
food.
The one-eyed dragon moved slightly:
"food?"
Thales didn't have time to feel the other party's reaction and nodded:
"The autumn harvest has passed, and winter is approaching."
Thales looked at the one-eyed dragon, and their eyes met.
For the first time in six years, Coster turned around and looked directly at Thales, thoughts flowing in his eyes.
It's like this is their reunion.
Thales smiled and raised his hand to signal the other party to go ahead.
The two of them walked forward.
"But I think it's more than just food." Thales said lightly.
Coster narrowed his one eye.
Thales smiled and nodded.
One of them lives in the north, and the other has territories bordering on them.
Everyone has some understanding, no need to explain everything.
As the territory on the southwest border of Exeter, the Reconstruction Tower is located in the Sighing Mountains. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is stable and peaceful. It also has rich mineral resources and huge profits.
However, due to the same terrain constraints, their enfeoffments were complicated, their vassals were scattered, their cultivated land was scarce, and their soil was barren.
However, in recent years, they have absorbed many immigrants who fled due to the increasing local conflicts in the kingdom.
The extremely cold weather every year is a test for the lords of the Reconstruction Tower.
They have to trade mineral and metallurgical output and import food for a long time.
"In the past, there were Olesiu from the Welland Territory and Lumba from the Black Sand Territory," Thales said casually, but with shrewd eyes:
"The three major territories have a tight covenant, a deep relationship, in-laws and in-laws, and they are connected by the same spirit."
"The reconstruction tower has its own way of importing supplies and storing food for the winter."
Of course, if you are willing to pay the price, put down your dignity, and lose your face (which is considered a personal specialty of the Grand Duke of Trudida, and is deeply despised in the North), the powerful Longxiao City and the grain-producing Fengzhao City are not unable to condescend to condescension.
, help one or two.
"but now……"
Cuest's expression changed slightly as he listened to his words.
Thales snorted lightly.
Since the death of King Nun, King Charmaine has been crowned...
The dragon sky is dim and the beacon light is timid.
As for places such as Qiyuan, Jieshou, Binghai, Elk, and Watchout, they are either beyond the reach of the whip and unable to quench the immediate thirst, or they have their own agendas and have nothing to do with themselves.
But what's even more frightening is that the Reconstruction Tower's neighbor, the Black Sand Territory, has suddenly emerged under the leadership of King Charman, with clear ambitions.
Ever since, the scales in Exeter have lost their balance.
As for Lumba from the Black Sand Territory, Olesiu from the Welland Territory, and Trudida from the Rebuilding Tower...
To the south of Exeter, there were once three great princes who were one in one, sharing the same enemy, rejecting the dragon sky in the north, and facing the stars in the south...
Gearing up and watching with eager eyes, the three major Northland families have made Fuxing Palace and Broken Dragon Fortress fearful for the past eighteen years...
They have already parted ways.
The appearance is in harmony with the spirit.
Thales and Coste walked slowly, both thinking.
"So they are looking for you instead? Looking for the Bright Star Royal Family?" Koust said coldly.
Thales took out a breath and started thinking:
"According to my understanding, as cunning as Trudida, they will not bet easily," Duke Xinghu said softly:
"She should be shaking hands with Lombard with a smile on her face, and continuing to trade and purchase grain through the old channels, as if everything is business as usual."
"On the other hand, just like today, we reserve in batches from channels including the stars to reduce pressure and accumulate them over time to prepare for emergencies."
The one-eyed dragon snorted coldly:
"They have always been duplicitous. I'm not surprised."
"If it's true, it must have started at least six years ago."
Thales nodded:
"If they want to transport goods from the stars to the reconstruction tower and avoid the Black Sand Territory, they can't go to the north. They can either go directly from the East China Sea Territory by sea..."
Coste took over the topic nonchalantly:
"Either go overland, through my territory."
Thales sighed and nodded:
"Yadi."
"smuggling."
Coust thought thoughtfully:
"But since I found it on your head, it must be..."
The next second, the one-eyed dragon suddenly changed color!
He turned his head sharply:
"What happened to the war in the Freedom Alliance after you came back?"
"Did the Yankees lose?"
Thales sighed secretly in his heart.
This guy reacts really quickly.
Even he himself got some sporadic information about Northland from the Foreign Affairs Department and the Secret Service by questioning Gilbert.
"No, the Yankees can't lose," Costard immediately reacted with a solemn expression:
"So...Rumba must have won?"
Thales was in a heavy mood.
He stopped and cleared his throat:
"Let me put it this way, the result is still unclear."
"But King Charmaine...has a great advantage."
This news made Coste ponder for a long time.
"You mean, you want me to kindly let go of the goods of the reconstruction tower to increase their confidence and fight against the king of Black Sand?"
"To weaken the enemy in the future for the stars?"
Thales stared at the other person's one eye and was silent for a long time.
It was the Duke in front of him who went on a rampage six years ago and took the lead in forcing the palace to be imprisoned at the State Council.
It was this Duke who swore angrily six years ago and planted the seeds of doubt in Thales's heart.
What does he want?
"No, just reminding you."
Thales said calmly:
"This is an opportunity."
"It's more of a bargaining chip."
The one-eyed dragon's expression changed slightly.
"If the Rebuilding Tower really has such a plan, then you can set up a trap, threaten and extort, or even send a special person to rob and kill him halfway."
The scene where Trudida spoke for him in the Hall of Heroes and facilitated the king selection is still vivid in his mind, but Thales just shook his head and waved away his sincere apology to Jarhead:
"It's profitable anyway, so why not do it."
At this moment, the way Coste looked at him became interesting, with a little more vitality, and was no longer so cold and indifferent, and difficult to approach strangers.
But Taylor changed the subject:
"But you can also let them go all the way, or even take the initiative to increase reinforcements, making them more and more dependent on the benefits of your supply line. This is how King Nun has dealt with Elk City in the past few decades."
Thales said coldly.
The playfulness in Coste's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by seriousness.
"First clear the roadblocks, re-establish trade routes, provide generous transportation, and provide strong support."
Thales gently stretched out his hand and slowly gathered it in the air:
"Wait until the other person is used to being intoxicated and becomes deeply dependent on you, then slowly withdraw your hand and strangle his neck gently."
He suddenly clenched his fist!
"In this way, Milu City is in a dilemma and is at the mercy of others. It is suppressed by Longxiao City and has no power to fight back."
Coster frowned fiercely.
Thales put down his palm, raised his head and smiled:
"Advance or retreat, attack or defend, whatever you want to do, it all depends on you."
Duke Xinghu bowed happily:
"Happy Holy Day, Lord Costus."
At least, this is what he can do now.
Thales said sadly in his heart.
But just as he turned around, the one-eyed dragon whispered from behind.
"so."
"The born king," Coste paused briefly and narrowed his one eye slightly:
"You learned a lot from him?"
Born king.
Thales's mood tightened for no reason.
He seemed to have returned to that night again, watching King Nun indifferently stretch out his hand, revealing the "triumph" ring.
"No."
For some reason, Thales subconsciously denied it and categorically said:
"I have known him for less than a day."
"How about learning."
Coste walked up to him leisurely and stared at him for a long time.
Then he spoke quietly:
"Why?"
Although the other party's reference was unclear, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.
"As a thank you," Thales raised his head, his smile still on his face:
"Thank you for being honest with me six years ago."
The Duke thanked him more or less sincerely:
"Indeed, I have seen a lot and grown a lot in these six years."
Be honest.
Coste still stared at him deeply without saying a word.
It was as if Thales was a big stone, and he wanted to carve it carefully with his eyes.
"What happened in the north six years ago, that changed everything, right?"
Changed everything?
Thales thought for a moment.
"yes."
"The natural king is no longer here."
Nun VII.
As the years passed and the influence became more apparent, Thales became more and more emotional:
In the early morning of that day, the Kingdom of Exeter lost...
More than just a king.
Thinking of the immortal overlord's voice and smile just like yesterday, the young man said in a daze:
"And across the vast continent, there are ten bloodthirsty beasts that were once firmly tied to his hands, submissive and suppressing their nature..."
"They are scrambling to get out of the cage."
“Hungry people don’t choose food.”
"Till death."
According to the old crow's point of view...
It may also harm your neighbors.
The harm is endless.
Coster stared at him closely.
"No."
"Don't you see? Six years ago, it was not just this incident that affected Xilu."
Thales came back to his senses and felt confused:
What?
"Compared to a certain king who was noisy for a while, buried in a coffin..."
Coster stepped forward slowly, clasped his shoulders, and lowered his voice:
"more importantly……"
The next moment, the one-eyed dragon's eyes shrank, and Thales felt his jaw tighten!
I saw Coste's left hand gently pinching Thales' chin and holding the prince's face in front of his eyes.
Not far away, Doyle and Glover were shocked and were about to step forward to stop them, but were held down by Mallos.
"Six years ago, a young star, after being refined, faded away from the darkness of the world."
The Duke of Xinghu was astonished as he watched the other person's close one eye close to his pupil, and listened to Coste's low and subtle voice seeping into his eardrums.
"Rising slowly..."
In that terrifying eye, there seemed to be countless peaks and mountains standing tall:
"The strange light shines..."
Following the master's words, the peaks and mountains broke through the fog and went straight into the sky:
"Shining."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The prince, who was shocked by the mountains in the other person's eyes, suddenly woke up.
Oops, it’s in plain sight, if someone sees this...
Thales, who felt he was no longer a child, blushed. He shook off Costed's fingers and took a step back, feeling very embarrassed.
"You... that... I... can't..."
Behind him, Doyle and Glover looked at each other, while Mallos frowned fiercely.
But the Duke of Yadi refused to give up and moved forward steadily, quite aggressively.
"The young star has returned to his position," Koust's face was calm, but his words were antique:
"Updated daily."
Until the one-eyed dragon's tone changed, like the sudden change of water flow, rapid and thrilling:
"When will we reach the zenith of heaven and shine in the Milky Way?"
Reach the sky, shine in the Milky Way...
Duke Xinghu's heart skipped a beat.
Thales steadied his pace and calmed down the sudden panic.
"Your knowledge of ancient imperial grammar is profound," the prince took a deep breath, finally adjusted his mood, and avoided the topic that the other party meant:
"Unfortunately, grammar is not my strong point."
Coster stood still, ignoring the surprised and suspicious looks of others, and locked eyes tightly with Thales.
After a few seconds, he smiled deeply:
"excusable."
The Duke of Cliffland gave a disturbing sneer:
"If the king is versatile in both civil and military affairs, he will be able to handle all matters, no matter how big or small, and be proficient in everything."
"Then what do you want us vassals to do?"
Thales tried hard not to interpret this sentence in countless wrong ways, and answered hastily in embarrassment:
"So we each perform our own duties and we are stars together?"
Coster narrowed his eyes:
"So you agreed?"
"Our proposal?"
Thales felt nervous again.
"I do not know what you're talking about."
The Duke made a serious face and glanced at the people around him with his peripheral vision:
"What proposal?"
Coster's eyes turned cold and he took a step back.
But then he looked around the Mindis Hall, feeling something in his heart, and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Of course, hehehe, of course..."
Costard first smiled softly, then raised his voice and sneered, showing his arrogance:
"No proposal."
"No!"
Thales looked a little uneasy and worried.
A second later, the Duke of Nantry, who had had enough laughter, lowered his head, his single eye was deep and piercing into the heart:
"There is only a long journey ahead."
"The vast sea is vast."
He spoke in a cold voice, his eyes were compelling, but his tone was full of strange satisfaction:
"And you had to go."
"Forced to set sail."
As soon as he finished speaking, the owner of the cliff, the one-eyed dragon Kost, the South Triest of the giant-horned deer, turned around and walked away gracefully!
He rudely pushed away the two waiters who were respectfully leading the way. He was arrogant and sneered all the way away.
Thales stood there in a daze, his clothes slightly messy.
It attracted countless people's attention.
Looking at each other.
Countless guesses.
After a while, Doyle, who had been keeping a distance and accompanying him, carefully looked at Thales, who was arranging his clothes and deep in thought.
"What, zombies?"
He poked Glover, who was also suspicious, and whispered:
"As soon as he came, he asked His Highness if he had lost weight and been abused...and then... He..."
"In the end, I read a poem to His Highness... I seemed to vaguely hear words such as 'did you agree?' and 'forced'..."
After hearing this, Glover glanced back at D.D. His expression was unusually strange.
"You said, the Duke of South Triest..."
Doyle was in disbelief and full of doubt:
"His preference should not be..."
d.d glanced at Thales worriedly, then looked at the banquet hall where Coste's back disappeared, and said in horror: