This sentence caused a huge uproar in the hall, like sparks splashing on Eternal Oil!
The vassals were enraged.
"This f * cking …"
"F * ck him …"
"Guards!"
But before the vassals could vent their anger, Thales spoke again. His voice rang through the hall.
"You know, sometimes I miss Nuven very much." The prince sighed, but his words were devoid of respect. "I want to say to him, 'Look, great Dragon Clouds City, this is what's left of you.'"
"Your pitiful inheritance, Nuven." Thales turned around and looked up at the stone carvings above his head. He spread his arms at the nobles on both sides and shook his head in a seemingly dispirited manner. "Just a bunch of old fogeys with rigid thinking, guarding a useless and cowardly little girl. For the sake of that little bone in Dragon Clouds City, they tear each other to pieces.
"I've listened for so long, I've had enough."
His expression changed, and he said disdainfully, "As Nuven's vassals, all of you are truly pitiful."
* Bang! *
"Blasphemy against the late king?"
Count Karkogel smashed his chair coldly. "You'll regret what you said."
I swear. "
Thales shook his head in disdain. He did not respond at all.
"Wow." Ian gaped at Thales from his seat. "I thought I was already going overboard."
"If this is your plan, Madam, then it's best to stop him before anything happens." Nicholas' already pale face was now filled with anger beyond the situation. He whispered beside the archduchess, "This is too much. If this goes on, no one will be able to save him in front of the angry Northlanders.
"Even if he has his father and Constellation's protection."
But Saroma only stared at the prince in a daze and did not reply.
'Thales …
'You, you?'
Thales took two more steps and brushed past Monty's shoulder.
The Raven of Death gave him a faint, cold smile. His gaze was malicious.
"Enough! Prince Thales, "Count Hearst shouted angrily," Madam tried to save your life, but you — "
"Oh, speaking of this!"
Thales raised his voice, as if he had suddenly realized something. He calmly turned to the golden-bearded count.
"Saved my life? Ha! "He shook his head with a ridiculous and disdainful expression, clicking his tongue at the seated archduchess.
"I knew it. It's not safe to bet on the so-called Archduchess."
He shook his head and sighed, seemingly annoyed. "I advise you not to do that either."
"It's just as I thought. She's too weak and too stupid." Thales shrugged. "She can't even be a good puppet, much less protect me."
The prince snorted. "Stupid little woman."
Count Lisban looked at the prince in disbelief. He felt that he had never been so unfamiliar before. It was as if he was no longer the prince who had always been content with his duties.
Saroma's expression changed. She stared at Thales in bewilderment, but she could not help but recall what the teenager had said before.
[Don't care about others, don't care about anything else. Don't hesitate or hesitate.]
[I'll take care of the rest.]
This is … your way of solving problems?
"How dare you insult our lady?"
Count Hearst clenched his fists. His face was contorted, and he enunciated each word to express his anger. "Not bad, Prince Thales. Your Highness, as a Constellatiate, you really have guts.
"Then, let us see how long you can be stubborn."
Thales blinked.
"The Northlanders have said this to me more than once." The second prince exhaled, seeming very helpless. "In the end, six years have passed, and my head is still on my neck."
Count Hearst roared furiously like a beast whose territory had been invaded!
The Northlanders burst into deafening curses. The Archduchess' Guards even held down two vassals who could not help but step forward.
"This is really interesting." Count Lyner stared coldly at Thales. "My Lady, it seems that your judgment of people is somewhat biased."
Saroma, however, quietened down at this moment.
She looked at Thales with a hint of sorrow.
But she could only see a false emotion in the prince's eyes.
'Thales …
'What do you want to do?'
"Yes!"
"The Alliance of Freedom was our doing. It was Constellation's premeditated plan." Thales took a deep breath, turned to the Northlanders in the hall, and shouted, adding fuel to the fire, "And what can you do? Northlanders? Dragon Clouds City?
"Hold endless hearings and quarrel in the castle? Then, use pretentious words to boast about your achievements that were never yours to hide your incompetence and foolishness?
"I've had enough," he sneered. "As if all of you have really contributed a lot to Dragon Clouds City."
Countless angry shouts rang in the air, and the passionate Northlanders gave passionate suggestions such as "kill him".
Count Nazaire frowned and stared at Thales. He gestured to Lisban, who was sitting opposite him. 'What's going on?'
But the regent only shook his head.
He did not know either.
"And what annoys me the most is …"
"Your archduchess is right about one thing." Thales sighed, and his expression turned cold.
"Six years ago, if it wasn't for me, Dragon Clouds City would have long since ceased to exist!
"Since when did all of you have the right to shout and discuss how to deal with me?" Thales spun around on the spot and took in every pair of gazes. He laughed loudly and raised his voice, drowning out the Northlanders' curses. "As if you can really do it!"
The voices in the hall grew louder.
"Now, if I say, 'Chop off one of his hands'," Count Lyner said coldly and loudly, "Is there anyone else who objects?"
One-sided shouts of anger and agreement rang in the hall.
Thales laughed without a care in the world.
He turned around and faced the now speechless archduchess. He spread his arms.
"Come!"
Like a brave warrior who was ready to risk everything, he laughed angrily and happily on the battlefield. "Everyone from Dragon Clouds City, the Second Prince of Constellation, Thales Jadestar, is here right now!
"Take me as a hostage," the teenager shouted, "Chop off my hands or feet, it's up to you!"
Three Archduchess' Guards held down the fifth vassal who was about to rush forward — Count Hudson.
Thales could no longer remember whether he was Sunset Snow River or Hudson of Spear City.
But it did not matter.
Thales stared coldly at the enraged Northlanders.
'It's about time.'
Ian stared at Thales in the hall and furrowed his eyebrows tightly. 'What are you trying to do?
This is Dragon Clouds City, and you're facing Northlanders.
'If this goes on, even if you want to be sent to the City of Faraway Prayers safely, it's impossible!'
Saroma stared at Thales, who seemed to want to challenge all the authoritative figures in Dragon Clouds City.
'That's right.
'At this moment …
'No one …
'Talk about marriage, talk about conscription, and talk about the archduchess' qualifications.
'But.
'But you …
'Thales!'
When she thought of this, she could not help but feel a lump in her throat.
Thales roared angrily again.
"But all of you must remember!"
Thales waved his arms and glared at every Northlander who was gnashing their teeth. He raised his head and shouted angrily, "On that day in the future …
"On the day I wear the Nine-Pointed Star Crown and receive the Staff of Constellation.
"Every debt will be settled, and every hatred will be washed away!"
His words were like a bucket of cold water. The angry shouts in the hall immediately stopped.
"In the name of Jadestar.
"This is a promise from the heir to the throne of Constellation." Thales took advantage of the silence to lower his voice and soothe his hoarse throat.
He said coldly, "Remember, every single one of you.
"Remember, Eckstedtians."
He glanced coldly at the vassals in the hall and found that the anger in their eyes had slowly faded away, turning into hatred that could not be erased for years.
"Brat." Count Cotterson gritted his teeth so hard that he looked as if he wanted to chew Thales to pieces.
"Do you think the Northlanders will be afraid of your threat?"
Thales turned his head around like a thorn and met his gaze. "Am I wrong?
"Look at how scared you were when you faced Constellation."
The prince smiled and said with a sigh, "The once awe-inspiring and famous Dragon Clouds City has now …
"You can only rely on hostages to fight."
The angry shouts in the hall, which had calmed down, rose and fell again.
Aside from the bewildered Lisban and the frowning Nazaire, even the other four counts showed their anger.
Count Karkogel clenched his remaining fist and said with an expressionless face, "I doubt if you can live to be crowned. If it weren't for the Archduchess' Guards restraining you, you would have been torn to shreds by now!" "I doubt if you can live to see the day of your coronation.
Thales laughed. "That's why I said that you are a bunch of idiots."
The Second Prince of Constellation sighed as if there was no one else around him.
"It doesn't matter whether I am crowned or not.
"Because someone will always be crowned!"
He narrowed his eyes and fearlessly met the counts' gaze. "When it comes to how to deal with me, you have never faced me, but —"
The prince slowly opened his mouth and finished his sentence, "The entire Constellation!"
Thales finished his words flatly and was greeted by another wave of angry protests.
But he was completely unaware of it.
At this moment, when everyone's attention was on Thales, a servant hurriedly pressed his body against the wall and went behind Regent Lisban. He then leaned close to his ear.
Some people noticed this, but their attention was immediately attracted by Thales and they shifted their gazes again.
However, Lisban's expression changed. He lowered his voice and said, "What? Now? He's at … "
The servant nodded.
After Lisban asked a few more questions, his expression became increasingly worse.
Count Nazaire noticed his old friend's expression and immediately cast him an inquiring gaze.
Against his expectations, the usually steady old Lisban had a dejected and panicked expression. He shook his head at the puzzled Nazaire.
Lisban took a deep breath and stared at Thales in disbelief. He smiled bitterly.
'Is that so?
Prince Thales.
'I see.'
A second later, Lisban waved his hand weakly, as if he had given up on something.
The servant left, but the confrontation in the hall continued.
"We, Eckstedt, fear no opponent," Count Lyner said coldly.
Earl Lyner coldly said, "Because of your foolish actions, kid, your fate today has already been decided."
"And it will be the same in the future. Do you think that you will be able to rest easy after you return to Constellation's tall city walls in the future?
"Perhaps you have forgotten, eighteen years ago, we …"
Thales cut him off mercilessly.
"Oh, you have no right to represent Eckstedt.
"Don't talk about 'Eckstedt', 'Eckstedt', and 'we' all the time." Thales chuckled. "Don't think too highly of yourself either. Not everyone has the right to represent such a big country."
Count Lyner's gaze became more and more vicious. "I will remember what you said. I will put the debt of provoking the Alliance of Freedom and Constellation on your head."
But Thales was not afraid, as if this was just a stroll in the backyard.
"Forget it. In front of me, it is not up to someone of your rank to speak so harshly."
He shook his head in disdain. "Count Lyner, your rank is still too low to threaten the next Supreme King of Constellation.
"The king's vassal--vassal--vassal--of a country."
Lyner's face immediately turned livid.
At this moment …
* Bang! *
The main door of the hall was suddenly opened.
A deep and sonorous voice rang out in a low voice.
"I seem to have heard someone say that not everyone has the right to represent Eckstedt?
"Even a count's rank is not enough to speak to a certain king's heir?"
The argument in the hall stopped. Most of the people stared at the door in a daze. They did not understand what had happened.
* Thud, thud, thud. *
The sound of footsteps rang.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, a middle-aged noble with a frosty expression stepped into the Hall of Heroes, accompanied by a few Archduchess' personal guards, as if no one else was present.
The newcomer stopped and stood leisurely in the center of the hall. He calmly sized up his surroundings.
He spoke softly, but his words seemed to contain a bone-chilling chill. "What about me?
What about a king? "
The hall instantly fell silent.
Saroma, Lisban, Nazaire, Nicholas, Karkogel, Hearst, Lyner, Cotterson, Lord Justin, even Monty and quite a number of vassals …
From the archduchess to the vassals, and even the personal guards and envoys from the City of Faraway Prayers, all of them froze in an instant. Lisban even had a tired and sorrowful expression on his face.
It was as if time in the hall had stopped at this moment and did not move forward.
Their expressions were exactly the same as they stared blankly at the middle-aged noble who had just walked in.
It was as if he was a dead man who had crawled out of his grave.
Thales was the only one who looked at the middle-aged noble calmly.
Under countless strange or shocked gazes, the middle-aged noble raised his head.
The dark golden crown on his forehead shone, and a dark red gemstone was embedded in the middle.
When they saw the gemstone clearly, many of them sucked in a sharp breath.
In the next second, Chapman the First, the forty-sixth common-elected king of Eckstedt and the Archduke of Black Sand Region, swept his gaze across everyone in the hall expressionlessly.
He said softly, "Good morning."
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