Lampard stuffed a ball of roasted meat into his mouth while staring at Thales, making Thales uncomfortable.
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"You're calmer than I thought."
The archduke said slowly.
Thales sighed.
"Perhaps." He walked to the table, climbed onto a chair, and sat down. "But in the face of an enemy who owes me hundreds of lives, I really can't think of any other expression … Even anger seems unnecessary."
Lampard picked up a wooden wine cup and poured it into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
The archduke put down the wine cup, wiped the wine off with the back of his left hand, grabbed a piece of hind leg meat, and took a bite.
"According to the news from Constellation … you really don't look like a seven-year-old child.
"When life is not easy, you have to learn to mature earlier." Thales shrugged.
"Eat up, this is good venison." Lampard pushed a plate of roasted meat over. "The Prince of Constellation can't starve to death in my military camp."
Thales stared at the crudely made plate of roasted meat and frowned.
"You've got guts. Your counterattack was indeed beyond my expectations," Lampard said coldly.
"Who made this decision? Maybe I should reward him properly. He ruined all my years of planning. "
"You." Thales pulled the plate in front of him, drew his dagger without looking up, and started cutting the meat.
Lampard raised his eyebrows.
"This is your decision, Your Grace." Thales cut the venison and said calmly, "You killed half of our men on the first day I stepped into Eckstedt's borders … You forced us to choose the path that was most disadvantageous to you."
"How long have you been standing here looking at the fortress opposite you every day? Two weeks? Three weeks? "
"I guess it's not easy to maintain the supplies, food, and lodging for more than ten thousand people?" Thales shrugged. "I'm really worried about Black Sand Region's finances."
He picked up a piece of venison the size of a thumb and put it in his mouth.
'It tastes good.'
Lampard stopped eating and drinking. He stared straight at Thales with a fierce look in his eyes.
"You know," the archduke said slowly, "I originally planned to spare your life and only kill the people around you."
Thales frowned.
His venison was not cut very well.
"But we ran into the Mystic Gun Unit … That level of attack …" Thales snorted softly and began to cut off a piece of meat. "They wanted my life, didn't they?"
"That was an accident," Lampard said calmly.
"Accident …" Thales was so angry that he laughed. He put down the dagger in his hand. "Your Mystic Gun …"
However, he was immediately stunned.
Wait a minute!
Putray had said that Lamba was not mad.
In that case …
Thales stared blankly at Lampard.
Could it be …
"That was an accident?" Thales asked in disbelief.
"It was an accident." Lampard placed his arms on the table, his eyes burning.
Thales closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
After a long while.
Thales opened his eyes and said with certainty, "You did not send the Mystic Gun Squad."
"I didn't." Lampard put down his glass and shook his head slowly.
"You didn't intend to kill me either," Thales continued.
"I didn't." Lampard's eyes were burning.
Thales gritted his teeth.
"I see." He exhaled and laughed. "The one commanding the Mystic Gun Unit is someone else."
'Lampard had no reason to kill me from the beginning.
'The Mystic Gun Unit is an uncontrollable killing weapon … No matter how stupid he is, he won't use this kind of thing against me.'
Thales sighed.
Lampard grabbed the wooden plate of venison, pulled it in front of him, and grabbed a piece of meat.
"You're much smarter than I thought." Lampard's expression was unpleasant. He stuffed the meat into his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Now you understand why we met here, right?
"Yes, I understand." Thales wiped the dagger with his sleeve and put it back on his waist. He sighed and said, "It's just that I really didn't expect that the famous Archduke of Black Sand Region's Mystic Gun Unit would be so easily tricked into giving him the right to command."
Lampard suppressed his anger. "That officer is called Hardy. He has been in charge of training my Mystic Gun Unit since three years ago. The commander of the unit fell ill this morning, so he was only temporarily in charge."
"How is he?" Thales asked quietly.
"After the signal to retreat was sounded, he still ordered a second attack, but there were soldiers who immediately questioned his orders," Lampard said gloomily. "Then, Hardy did not hesitate to slit his neck and committed suicide … We are still investigating the person behind him."
"This also explains why you hurriedly blew the signal to retreat after only one shot." Thales sneered. "Even the command malfunctioned … I'm sorry, I really don't know what expression to use at this time."
Archduke Lampard pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word.
"Their goal should be to use you to kill me, or to use my death to plot against you." Thales sneered. "I think it's more likely the latter. My enemies are all in the country."
"The higher you stand," Lampard said quietly, "the more enemies there will be."
"So, the sudden accident also made you cancel your plan." Thales snorted. "Were you originally going to humiliate me by capturing me and see if the fortress would waver?"
There was silence.
Lampard opened the bottle of rye wine beside him and filled his empty goblet.
"I hate to say this, but King Kessel made a good move. He pushed you out," Archduke Lampard said calmly. "The moment you stepped into my military camp, I could no longer take down the fortress and the Northern Territory.
"And the oath he made in Renaissance Palace was equivalent to forging a suit of armor for you with the ownership of royal power." Lampard raised his goblet and said quietly, "If you die in Eckstedt, no matter who did it, the neighboring Black Sand Region will only suffer."
"So, once you realized that you could not take down Broken Dragon Fortress, and realized that there were actually people eyeing you covetously, you immediately changed your attitude and wanted to rope me in?" Thales said coldly.
Lampard drank a mouthful of wine expressionlessly and said, "Kessel's oath dispelled some people's desire to take your life, but it also aroused the ambition of others to take your life.
"Today's Mystic Gun is just the beginning. We have a common enemy lurking in the dark, whether it is for the throne of Eckstedt or the throne of Constellation." The Archduke of Black Sand Region's voice was steady and solemn. "From the moment you stepped into Eckstedt and Northland, our interests were tied together."
"Yes." Thales lowered his head. His voice was steady and indifferent. "My death in Eckstedt is not a good thing for either of us."
"I will allocate two thousand men, led by Kentvida, my most trusted subject, to escort you to Dragon Clouds City." Archduke Lampard's expression softened a little. "You will go straight to the Walton Family's territory. The king's emissary is already waiting for you.
"But my men died on the battlefield. They stood in front of me and were pierced by knives, swords, and spears." Thales raised his head. His expression was gloomy. "We have also killed many of your men."
Lampard closed his eyes and muttered to himself for a moment.
Thales stared at him expressionlessly.
"Those warriors … whether they were my soldiers or your subordinates, they will not have died in vain. They died a worthy death." Lampard opened his eyes. "It is precisely because of their sacrifice that we can understand each other, and that we can sit here and make a difficult choice for the future of our two kingdoms … even if it is extremely difficult."
"We have never been enemies. Our enmity on the battlefield was only forced by the situation," Lampard said softly. "For the future, so that today's senseless bloodshed will not happen again, we should cast aside our past enmity. This is what we should do.
"War is for peace, isn't it?"
Thales suddenly smiled.
"Well said, Your Grace." He chuckled with an indecipherable expression. "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests."
"Just as you said, from now on, we have no reason to be enemies." The archduke nodded and raised his wine glass. "You ate my venison. According to Northland's customs, you are my guest."
"This is good rye wine." Lampard pushed the wine glass over. His gaze was profound. "And according to Northland's customs, we are allies after drinking the same glass of wine."
"From manpower, information, resources, and financial resources, I will provide you with all the conveniences in Eckstedt. Our enemies will not have any chance." Archduke Lampard nodded. "Until you leave Eckstedt and return to Constellation.
"Even until the day you …"
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