At this moment …
"Of course not!"
A sonorous voice rang.
Thales turned his head in surprise and turned to Shiles along with the others in the carriage.
The marquis shook his head with a serious expression. He looked at Thales and said resolutely, "You can't go to Lisban!"
Shiles first coughed to cover up his loss of composure. Then, he naturally turned the anxiety on his face into worry. "Ah, I mean, I don't recommend you to do this …"
The marquis closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Don't forget, Prince Thales, regardless of whether you are the murderer or not, to the prime minister, you are a troublesome prince of an enemy kingdom."
Shiles shook his head solemnly and spoke in an unprecedented tone of righteousness. "And Lisban is only a count under the Archduke of Dragon Clouds City. What can he do? He can't let you fly freely, and he can't pass judgment on you either. Of course, he can only detain you and wait for the archdukes and suzerains' decision.
"Believe me, this will only make the situation worse.
Nicholas snorted coldly and interrupted him. "When did you become so enthusiastic?"
Shiles smiled in a friendly manner.
"This is to fulfill the contract between me and the prince." The marquis nodded sincerely. "For …"
Putray frowned and helped him finish his sentence. "To save your own life."
Shiles shrugged and smiled from ear to ear. "This is just something I did along the way."
Thales sighed and turned to Nicholas. "You haven't said whether Lisban is trustworthy or not."
Nicholas frowned slightly.
A second later …
"You know, Kaslan was once His Majesty's right-hand man." Against Thales' expectations, this strong and callous warrior, the commander of the White Blade Guards, actually lowered his head with a dejected expression. He shook his head and said, "So, I can't say."
Thales was slightly startled.
At this moment, the carriage door was suddenly opened.
Raphael Lindbergh from the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department boarded the moving carriage with a calm expression. The carriage that was already filled with four people became a little more crowded.
"You all know the situation, right? We have to make a decision as soon as possible. "The young man from the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department looked at Nicholas and smiled. His tone was still relaxed, but his words were chilling." Your dear prime minister is walking towards us. "
Everyone in the car stirred slightly.
Thales was puzzled. 'The prime minister is coming personally?
Why?
"But that's not the worst part …" Raphael said calmly.
"The worst thing is …"
He opened the other window a crack and pointed in a direction outside.
Thales moved closer to the window.
In the distance, an old noble with a medium build and white hair walked towards their carriage, surrounded by soldiers.
But Thales' gaze immediately froze.
An old lady dressed in a red robe walked beside Lisban with a composed expression.
They talked from time to time, and pointed at the two Camian carriages.
Thales' heartbeat quickened when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar red robe.
In the carriage, everyone who saw this scene froze.
"She is everywhere." Putray heaved a long sigh. "It is not good."
Lisban was getting closer and closer to them.
Raphael closed the window without any expression on his face.
The atmosphere in the car became very heavy.
"We have to make a decision as soon as possible." Raphael retracted his head from the window, narrowed his eyes and urged, "It's less than two hundred meters away from us."
Thales leaned against the carriage abruptly. He furrowed his brows and tried to control his breathing.
Lisban's appearance was a little unexpected, and that person's appearance together with him … could only be said to be a surprise.
He had no information at all!
He was not even … even the slightest bit prepared!
"Do you have any suggestions?" The second prince gritted his teeth and asked fiercely, "What is the situation now?"
No one answered. Nicholas clenched his weapon tightly, his face full of disbelief. Shiles' eyes darted around, as if he was deep in thought. Putray rubbed his unlit pipe, his lips moving slightly.
"Prime minister Lisban and the Red Witch are on the left, and Lampard and the archdukes are on the right." Raphael stared at Thales expressionlessly. "We have to choose. This is the situation."
"Choose?" Thales swallowed with difficulty and looked at Raphael. "What identity did the Red Witch appear with?"
Raphael smiled faintly. "I don't know."
Thales frowned and turned to Shiles. "Was Lisban bribed by the Secret Room? Betrayed King Nuven? Or did the Secret Room temporarily bewitch him? "
Shiles flashed an awkward smile. "I don't know."
Thales exhaled and looked at Nicholas. "What is the relationship between the Secret Room and the prime minister? What is the relationship between the prime minister and Lampard? "
Nicholas' expression was gloomy. He sighed. "I don't know."
"There are still one hundred and fifty meters left." Raphael's voice sounded very cold. "We will see Lisban soon."
Thales' heart tensed.
'Damn it.'
"She let us go once at the exit of the secret passage." Thales clenched his fists. "This time … maybe she will let us go again?"
Nicholas' expression tensed and he closed his eyes weakly. "I don't know."
'Damn it!'
Thales suppressed the impatience in his heart and pursed his lips. "Then, are you still going to see Lisban? And the Red Witch? "
Nicholas did not speak, but his expression became even more terrifying.
"What about you?" the Star Killer asked coldly.
Thales, who was trembling slightly in irritation and nervousness, could not help but sigh.
'Calm down.
I have to calm down. '
"They are less than a hundred meters away. Lisban and the others seem to have sped up." Raphael coldly reported another number. "Don't forget, we still need time to inform the people outside."
The atmosphere became more and more tense.
Thales clenched his teeth.
"So, what is your suggestion, Putray?" the prince asked in a low voice, controlling his volume.
Putray's gaze shifted. He glanced in the direction of the Red Witch, even though he could not see outside.
"You decide, Your Highness."
The vice diplomat said solemnly, "But my suggestion is, no matter what you do, it is best to have more certainty and less uncertainty."
Thales was slightly stunned.
'Certainty.
'Uncertainty.'
At that moment, his breathing seemed to have stopped.
'Yes.'
He knew better than anyone else what the key to this game of chess was.
'Wasn't it?'
He stared at the roof of the carriage without moving.
A second later, Thales closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.
"I have decided," the second prince opened his eyes and said faintly.
'The prime minister is on the left, Lampard is on the right.
'More certainty, less uncertainty.'
"As for all of you, Lord Nicholas."
Thales looked at Nicholas calmly. "Are you more afraid of death or failure?"
Nicholas frowned.
— —
Outside the carriage, Count Lisban, the Prime Minister of Eckstedt, was talking to Madam Calshan in the distance.
"I understand your concerns, but this is absolutely not allowed!" The Prime Minister frowned and forcefully rejected the smiling Red Witch. "The archdukes will use their own troops to defend the gatehouse? There has never been such a precedent — "
But his words were quickly interrupted.
"Prime Minister!"
In the distance, Viscount Leisdon roared at him at the top of his lungs and pointed in a direction. "The carriages!"
Prime Minister Lisban quickly realized the situation.
The two Camian carriages that had just arrived and claimed to be visiting Heroic Spirit Palace, along with a dozen or so 'attendants', suddenly turned around.
They dashed towards the gatehouse!
The coachmen whipped the horses as if they did not care about their lives. They rushed past the patrol team at the fastest speed possible!
The Red Witch looked at the two carriages and frowned slightly.
Prime Minister Lisban was stunned at first, then his entire body trembled.
Something was not right.
The archdukes' subordinates? The gatehouse? Heroic Spirit Palace?
He turned his head and looked at the Red Witch, feeling doubtful.
Something was not right!
Lisban had a feeling that the key to everything that happened today was in that carriage!
In the next second, Lisban's expression tensed. He strode forward and roared furiously at his patrol team with the loudest voice he could muster, "Stop them!
"Stop those two carriages!"
"Everyone, stop them at all costs!"
— —
Above the gatehouse.
Count Levan, who was nervously observing the patrol team, saw the change below and was slightly stunned.
In his field of vision, a dozen or so people were guarding the two carriages. Under the pursuit of the patrol team behind them, they were heading towards their gatehouse!
'What's going on?'
A soldier from Black Sand Region reminded him, "Your Grace, those two carriages seem to be the symbol of that lord from Camus Union …
"Should we pull up the gatehouse and receive them?"
The number one vassal of Black Sand Region, Count Levan frowned.
Of course, he recognized the symbol of Good Flow City.
'But …'
Count Levan thought of the scene in front of Broken Dragon Fortress.
'If this is a strategy …
'Is it a way to earn money to open the gatehouse …'
Levan clenched his fists.
In the next second, Count Levan raised his hand and shouted angrily at the archers in the distance, "Phil! Load the bowstring!
"Firing warning!"
In the distance, the short soldier, Phil, suddenly pulled out a bunch of arrows from the quiver on his back and stabbed them into the straw on his right. Then, he grabbed one of the arrows and nocked it on a big bow.
His arrow was aimed at the small dot in his field of vision.
In an instant, Phil's eyes moved and the bowstring left his hand!
* Whoosh! *
The whistling sound of an arrow piercing through the air could be heard.
* Thud! *
The arrow was firmly nailed to the ground.
It was right in front of the first carriage's hooves.
The horse seemed to be startled and was about to turn around while neighing in fear.
But the coachman was obviously skilled. With the whip, he steered the carriage back to its original direction.
The carriage continued to charge towards the gatehouse. It did not even intend to slow down!
Phil furrowed his brows. 'They did not stop.
'Since that's the case …' He grabbed the second arrow.
This time, after Phil finished nocking the bow, he coldly ordered his subordinates, "Firing warning is complete.
Everyone, nock the bowstrings! "
Behind him, more than one hundred Northland archers from Black Sand Region stood in their positions.
They nocked their arrows, lowered their waists, and expanded their chests. Then, they steadily drew their powerful arms apart.
The sounds of the bowstrings and the archers' arms groaned together.
Under the gatehouse, the silhouettes of the two carriages became clearer.
Phil's expression turned cold.
"Prepare to shoot at the same time!"
Everyone tensed their muscles. Their expressions were stern, and their bowstrings were pressed against their cheeks. They adjusted their angles at their targets — the carriages and people who were charging towards them under the gatehouse.
The carriages were getting closer and closer.
Finally, Phil's expression turned ferocious. He let out his final roar.
"Fire!"
In the next second, amidst the neat and terrifying whistling sounds, countless arrows rained down from below the gatehouse, covering the sky and covering the earth.
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