Putray did not speak. He only lowered his head quietly.
The veteran Genard sighed. The way he looked at Thales slowly changed.
"As for Northland and Eckstedt, they will live under Lampard's lies and will. One day, they will even worship this king slayer as their king." Thales turned his head.
Nicholas snorted.
"The Walton Family will never recover from this setback." The prince glanced at Nicholas and Mirk and sneered softly. "This feels terrible, doesn't it?"
Putray exhaled. His eyebrows furrowed.
"As for escaping?"
Thales continued. His voice was a little hollow. "Leaving behind such a mess, where else can we escape to?"
The prince turned his head and swept his gaze over everyone.
"In the future, we will die in the war-torn Eternal Star City," Thales said firmly. "Or now, we will die in Dragon Clouds City, which is filled with conspiracies.
"Is there a difference?" he asked loudly.
No one spoke.
Then, a sonorous and powerful male voice broke the silence.
"Of course there is!"
Everyone turned their heads in surprise.
The young police officer, Cohen Karabeyan, walked to the back hall with heavy steps. Miranda and Raphael followed behind him with subtle expressions on their faces.
The tall and strong police officer said loudly, "If we choose the latter, at least all of us can die like men …"
Miranda glanced at Cohen coldly.
Raphael covered his mouth and coughed at the right time.
The agitated Cohen's expression froze. He quickly added weakly,
"… and women."
Before everyone could ponder the amazing meaning of this sentence, Thales smiled slightly.
"Thank you for your support." The second prince nodded and said in a friendly manner, "Sir Karabeyan."
When Cohen heard the prince's acknowledgement, his eyes immediately curved into crescents. "Just call me Cohen, Your Highness!"
Miranda snorted.
"That's right." Thales turned his head. "Horace Jadestar once said that.
"Since we can't retreat, why don't we move forward with all our might?" He looked around and swept his gaze over everyone.
Putray clasped his hands. His gaze was worried.
Cohen looked agitated and eager to try.
Raphael's expression was indifferent. His gaze was focused, and he kept rubbing his fingers.
But Thales' gaze had already shifted to the Northlanders.
"What do you say, Nicholas?" he asked steadily.
Nicholas frowned and fixed his gaze on the prince.
"This is impossible." The Star Killer shook his head in denial. "You? The current you and us are nothing compared to Lampard … "
But Thales interrupted him again.
"Remember your White Blade Guards? Commander Nicholas? "The second prince stared at him with a firm gaze.
Nicholas' expression was unpleasant, and his gaze froze.
"You may not remember." Thales snorted softly. His gaze was incredibly solemn. "But I remember."
Nicholas clenched his fists.
Mirk grabbed his shoulder and shook his head slightly.
Thales heaved a long sigh and gritted his teeth. As he recalled, he said hatefully, "I remember those warriors."
"I remember they used their flesh and blood to block the 'Flying Locust Blade'."
"I remember they held hands and blocked the deadly crossbow bolts for us."
"I remember that with their last breath, they raised their blades and charged at the enemy."
Nicholas' expression turned colder.
Almost everyone furrowed their brows.
"Those were the Dragon's Imperial Guards. They were the last silhouettes of many of them." Thales raised his head abruptly and asked in a drawl, "Do you remember? Commander? "
* Thud! *
Nicholas punched the wall beside him fiercely.
"I trained them myself. I remember each and every one of their names, faces, and skills …" The Star Killer gritted his teeth. His gaze was like fire as he said furiously, "Don't you f * cking lecture me here, you little Jadestar brat …"
"I am f * cking lecturing you!"
Thales seemed to be angry as well. He did not back down. He took a step forward and roared at Nicholas, "Lord Soray Nicholas, and the f * cking coward Star Killer — damn it, this title is so unpleasant to the ears!"
Nicholas' eyes were spitting fire. His face was red. He clenched his fists and was about to step forward.
Wya and Ralf instinctively protected the prince. Kohen and Miranda placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.
But Mirk, who was beside the Star Killer, stretched out his arms in time. His muscles bulged, and he held the furious Nicholas down. "Let him finish!"
Thales panted a few times as he spoke in a foul language that he was not used to.
He gritted his teeth and said, "And you, listen carefully.
I won't run away. I will go back, back to the place where we were utterly defeated by Lampard and tried to survive in a panic. "
The prince looked at everyone in front of him, from Putray to Wya, from Miranda to Raphael, from Mirk to Little Rascal. He looked at their expressions and said in a low voice,
"We are going to avenge the White Blade Guards. We are going to seek justice and truth for them.
"We are going to prove that their sacrifice, that their efforts were not in vain."
"We are going to destroy Lampard's schemes and plans, no matter what they are.
"We are going to … save this city that has bled too much."
After Thales finished speaking, he patted his chest.
Nicholas gritted his teeth and sneered, "This is suicide.
"It's just a better way to die."
Thales raised his head again.
"That's right. We Constellatiates are going to commit suicide," he said coldly.
"Northlanders." The second prince pushed Wya away and walked towards Nicholas. He stared at the Star Killer with eyes as sharp as swords.
"Are you coming or not?"
The air seemed to have frozen.
Nicholas glared at the Second Prince of Constellation.
The faces of the White Blade Guards appeared before his eyes.
'And that guy.
'Kaslan.
'And him.'
Nicholas' body began to tremble uncontrollably. A surge of power surged in his body.
Mirk's expression changed. He tightened his grip on Nicholas' shoulders.
Everyone watched this scene nervously.
After a while …
Nicholas swung his arm and broke free from Mirk's grip.
"F * ck!"
He looked like he was struggling and spat.
The Star Killer looked behind Thales — at the nervous Little Rascal.
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"The Walton Family's orphan is here." Nicholas turned his head around. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was extremely distorted. He looked at Mirk as if he was trying to explain something. "I can't, I can't risk her getting hurt …"
He gritted his teeth, trying to convince himself amidst his struggle.
He was angry and indignant.
"But I want to help him," a small female voice rang in everyone's ears.
Nicholas froze.
"What?" He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the little girl.
Little Rascal seemed a little afraid, but she suppressed her fear and moved closer to Thales.
The prince gave her an encouraging and grateful look.
'Thank you.
'I'm sorry.'
Little Rascal trembled slightly. She gulped.
"I said, I want to help Thales," the girl stuttered and lacked confidence. "I don't, I don't want to run anymore."
Under everyone's strange gazes, she said firmly, "We, we are Northlanders, aren't we?"
Nicholas and Mirk were both stunned.
"The descendants of the Walton Family have never run away from battle." The girl closed her eyes as if that would regain some courage. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. "Before the entire army was wiped out, the King of Wrath, Shawlon Walton, fought for an entire day and night with an axe.
"In the end, he widened his eyes in anger and watched the Night Wing King twist his head off. Even if he failed, he wanted to witness his own death."
Little Rascal opened her eyes shakily and forced herself to look at Nicholas, whose gaze was as sharp as a knife.
She said, "We can't run. I don't want to run either."
Hearing this, Mirk suddenly chuckled softly.
"You are a real Walton." The former administrator of the king's eyes were sorrowful. No one knew what he was thinking about. "This … young lady."
Little Rascal thought of Alex. She shivered and retreated behind Thales, not daring to meet Mirk's gaze.
"His Majesty made the right choice." Mirk laughed bleakly.
"What do you say, old friend?"
Nicholas' face gradually relaxed.
He exhaled.
A few seconds later, the Star Killer laughed as well.
His laughter was relieved and desolate.
"Son of a b * tch." Nicholas glared at Thales fiercely and said to Mirk, "Isn't it written all over your face?"
Mirk nodded and looked dejected. "I'll get the boys to prepare now."
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, what's your plan?" Nicholas said fiercely, "I'll say this in advance. I refuse to let a brainless wild boar charge forward, Your Highness of Constellation."
Thales narrowed his eyes. "You'll be satisfied. Maybe."
"We're probably all crazy," the Star Killer snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "To actually listen to two children and go to their deaths?"
Putray sighed deeply, then took a step forward.
His steady voice rang. "What did Lord Hansen say?"
Putray looked at Raphael, who had been quiet all this while. "Did the Secret Intelligence Department agree as well? This is not a simple decision. It concerns the future of the kingdom. It's best to have the Secret Intelligence Department's support and plan. "
Raphael instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Or rather, Thales thought in his heart, 'It's the Black Prophet who attracted everyone's attention.'
The young man from the Secret Intelligence Department frowned slightly.
"I can't communicate with the lord for the time being," Raphael said flatly. He did not care about the various gazes cast on him. "So, at this moment, this place …"
His gaze focused. "I am the will of the Secret Intelligence Department."
Putray reached into his bosom and took out his favorite pipe. He absentmindedly filled it with tobacco. "So, what do you mean?"
Raphael glanced at Miranda. The latter only held her saber tightly and pursed her lips. She did not say a word.
This reminded him of the little girl twelve years ago.
At that time, she also pursed her lips and shivered as she curled up in a corner.
Curled up in a pile of dead people.
Raphael chuckled in his heart.
The young man from the Secret Intelligence Department turned his head. His gaze was resolute and firm.
He still looked cynical and relaxed, but his words were very formal. "Since it's the prince's decision, the Secret Intelligence Department will, of course, fully support and provide all assistance."
Thales nodded at Raphael.
"Moreover, he's not completely unsure." Raphael glanced at Thales.
"Forget it." Putray lowered his head and lit his pipe. His eyes were tired as he said, "After all, he's a Jadestar."
Thales sighed. "Lord Putray Nemain."
"Go ahead." When Putray raised his head again, his expression was much calmer. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke. "If this is your will."
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