"Just as I said, you got what you wanted.
?”
Shiles' expression was indifferent, as though he had forgotten about the blade in front of his throat. His gaze swept past Putray, who was beside Thales, and he nodded thoughtfully. "Congratulations on being released from prison. And you, Your Excellency, I did not know that you came to visit …"
Shiles knew that the thin man in front of him was a key figure in the Constellation Diplomat Group.
'As long as I talk to him …'
But Putray did not say a word. His expression was cold, and he only waited quietly for their prince to speak.
Thales flashed a smile. "That's enough, Your Grace.
Stop looking at Putray. I am the one who came to talk business with you today. "
Shiles paused and stared at Thales in a daze. His gaze kept changing.
Even when he first met the prince, he did not have such an expression.
Shiles seemed to have recovered his previous demeanor and etiquette after the sudden attack. He cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Then, why do you want to put yourself in danger again?"
He took a deep breath and glanced at the blade in front of his neck. He thought about the current situation, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Although it is not very friendly to say this, but …
"I have a designated contact person. According to the previous plan, once they lose contact with me, their first choice is usually to inform Archduke Lampard."
Nicholas frowned.
Marquis Bamra of Camus Union turned to Thales. With an earnest and well-intentioned expression, he sighed and said, "Look, you are taking a risk."
"Yes." Thales nodded and waved his hand at Nicholas, signaling him to step back. "So, I am taking the risk of exposing myself to come here to look for you.
"Just like a few hours ago, when you took the risk to personally fetch me." Thales' gaze sharpened.
Thales' gaze froze.
The Camian showed a helpless expression.
"I understand your feelings. This is a sad diplomatic journey." Shiles sighed helplessly. "You finally escaped from a disaster, and you are depressed. You want to get some interest back —"
"No."
Thales interrupted him.
"My time is limited," the second prince said faintly, "so I will make it short."
Shiles was slightly stunned.
The second prince took a step forward and climbed onto a stool in front of the desk. He tried to make his line of sight level with Shiles, who was being held hostage. "Firstly, when you came to pick me up, you told me that if I gave up on returning to Heroic Spirit Palace, you could send me out of the city quietly, or even back to Constellation."
Shiles rolled his eyes and smiled politely.
"That was a decision you made behind Lampard's back," Thales said in a low voice.
"So, you're Lampard's partner, but you're not his subordinate. You don't have to listen to his orders, nor do you have to be loyal to him."
The corners of Thales' lips curled up. "Otherwise, why didn't he send his elite soldiers to protect you?"
Marquis Shiles nodded with a friendly expression. He seemed to be very polite.
"I understand."
"You want me to betray my relationship with Archduke Lampard? Help you instead? " The marquis thought for a moment and said calmly, "This is not a small request. If he finds out …"
Thales shook his head.
"Your contract with Lampard has been completed." The prince stared at his face seriously. "King Nuven is dead — the spirit of the contract, remember?"
The marquis' gaze flickered slightly.
"I want to make a business deal with you, Your Grace," the prince said softly, "Business is naturally a win-win situation — the gains will definitely exceed the costs."
As soon as he said this, the room fell silent for a moment.
Shiles curled up the corners of his lips and his eyes shone.
"Business?"
He pondered for a few seconds and then raised his head. Ignoring the fact that he was being held hostage, he smiled brightly. "What do you want?"
Thales also smiled.
"I need information."
"Information, hmm." Shiles nodded and seemed to be deep in thought. "Since it's a business deal, what do you intend to use in exchange?"
'Information.
Exchange. '
Thales inhaled and suddenly remembered Covendier's Vine Manor and that bloody night.
It was not a long time ago, but it felt like a long time ago.
He snapped out of his daze and smiled at Shiles, who was behaving appropriately. "Don't worry, my price is very fair. You'll definitely profit."
Shiles lowered his head slightly and his eyes shone. "Oh? I look forward to it. "
Thales' expression became solemn as he said solemnly, "I will use an even more important piece of information in exchange for your information."
Shiles blinked. "So it's …"
In the next second …
Thales exhaled and inexplicably thought of the butler of the Blood Clan's opponent, the old man named Chris. Then, he looked straight into Shiles' eyes. "My information is that your life is in our hands."
The prince smiled and said, "Is this information sufficient?"
Shiles' expression froze.
One second.
Two seconds.
Shiles exhaled and shrugged. "I thought you really wanted to do business with me, not …"
"Think about it again." Thales' smile remained. "This business deal is very profitable."
Shiles sighed softly, but his words did not yield an inch.
"That's not how business is done." The marquis narrowed his eyes, seemingly not worried at all. "You've already provoked Eckstedt and can't even protect yourself. Camus Union is very willing to lend a helping hand, such as quietly sending you out of the country — just like what we said before …"
Thales' expression turned cold.
"King Nuven is dead," he said coldly, "These people who swore to protect him had no choice but to suffer the Humiliation of the White Blade.
"As an accomplice, shouldn't you bear some responsibility?"
Shiles' words came to a halt.
He looked at Thales with a face full of suspicion.
"These people?" The marquis narrowed his eyes. "The Humiliation of the White Blade?"
Nicholas took a step forward coldly.
"You don't seem to have realized your situation," the Star Killer said coldly, "My dear Camian friend."
Shiles heard this voice.
He was slightly startled at first, then he carefully sized up Nicholas, who had put on makeup.
A few seconds later, the marquis' expression became extremely unpleasant.
He recognized this unnaturally tanned man.
"Ah, Lord Nicholas!" Shiles' face twitched awkwardly. His expression was interesting and painful.
"You're actually still —"
"Still alive?" Nicholas finished his sentence in disdain.
Shiles' expression froze. He stuttered, "Haha, haha, this, this is another surprise …"
"Yes." Nicholas sneered. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger. "King Nuven —"
Before Nicholas could finish speaking, in the next moment, Shiles' expression changed at lightning speed.
"I've reconsidered, Your Highness!"
The marquis turned his head and looked at Thales seriously and sternly.
"This is indeed a good business," Shiles said seriously, enunciating each word.
"What information do you want to know about Lampard?" His words were fluent and smooth. His tone was sincere and warm. His emotions were genuine and natural. "I will do my best to answer your questions."
Beside him, Raphael smiled.
Nicholas exhaled in dissatisfaction.
Thales sighed and looked at Putray. The latter gave him a look of affirmation.
The prince turned to the marquis, who had a high level of awareness, and nodded at Raphael.
Raphael lowered his sword.
The marquis breathed a sigh of relief.
"You once said that Lampard has a unique vision and bearing." Thales frowned. "And Lampard also said that he wants to save Eckstedt."
The prince raised his head. His gaze was solemn.
"Why do you say that?"
Shiles raised his eyebrows.
'My God.
I thought he was going to ask for some evidence of Lampard's regicide, or some key figures …
'But this question …'
"You won't understand." Shiles shook his head and sighed. "Many people treat this as nonsense. In fact, I'm still confused about it …"
Thales narrowed his eyes.
"Tell me, see if I can understand," the Prince of Constellation said calmly. "Why, and on what basis does Lampard want to 'save' Eckstedt?"
The marquis of Camus Union stared at Thales.
Emotions surged in his eyes.
A few seconds later, Shiles chuckled softly.
He said softly, "Because to him, Lampard sees a real threat and danger."
In the room, be it Raphael, Putray, or Nicholas, all of them were slightly startled.
Only one person did not react.
"A real threat?" Thales asked in return without changing his expression.
"Yes, an unprecedented and irresistible threat." Shiles seemed to be throwing caution to the wind. He raised his eyebrows. He did not expect the people in the room to understand. "A threat that can defeat and destroy all of Eckstedt.
"The other archdukes did not notice anything, or perhaps they did not want to notice.
"Only Chapman Lampard saw it, and before the threat really struck, he decisively made a choice and took action."
Thales gently clasped his hands together.
'It's getting closer.
'Now …'
"To face this terrifying and terrifying threat," Thales said softly, repeatedly as if he was afraid of waking something up, "he had to unite all the forces in Eckstedt, didn't he?
"For example, the four archdukes in Heroic Spirit Palace?
"For example, Dragon Clouds City?"
Thales raised his gaze. His gaze was as sharp as a knife. "Because this is not a terrifying threat that any one of them can resist alone. It is unprecedented, and will even change our history forever."
At that moment, Shiles was completely stunned.
It was as if he was meeting the prince for the first time.
"Could it be that you have already guessed it?" Shiles murmured, "But …"
Thales interrupted him coldly, "It's just a guess. I still need you to confirm it with your own mouth."
The prince clenched his fists and recalled everything Little Rascal told him.
'Mindis the Third.
'The Hundred-Year Go Game.
'The Foundation of All Ages.'
Thales narrowed his eyes and asked one last question, "That huge threat."
"What is it?"
Shiles seemed to have recovered from his surprise towards Thales.
He exhaled a long breath and frowned.
A few seconds later, Shiles' frown relaxed.
He smiled.
"Honorable Prince Thales, you have actually thought it through." Shiles shook his head slowly and said with a smile, "All this while, what has Chapman Lampard done been for?"
Thales' gaze became more and more solemn.
With a profound expression, Shiles said faintly, "In this world, what kind of existence is it …
"To be able to intimidate the Kingdom of the Great Dragon, which has unparalleled military power …
"To threaten the future survival of the strongest country in Western Asia …
"To inherit the great Northland Way, the Eckstedt Kingdom that has been established for more than six hundred years …
"To be pushed to an unprecedented juncture of life and death?"
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