Accompanied by his attendants and guards, Thales walked on the way to the stable.
When the few palace guards standing guard at the palace gate saw the Prince of Constellation, they snorted in disdain.
"It's him. He worked with Lampard from the inside and outside." One of the guards looked at Thales from afar with a gloomy expression and whispered to his colleague, "He caused Tim to lose his position and the right to join the personal guards … all because he did not notice the king at the palace gates."
The guards cast hostile gazes at him.
Thales inhaled and pretended not to see it.
The prince and his group walked past the guards. The palace guards bowed to the deputy commander of the Archduchess' Guards, Lord Justin.
"Hey!"
When they walked past him, one of the guards could not help but say in a loud and vicious voice, "I hope our king loves your little ass!
"I hope our king loves your little butt!"
"People of the Empire!"
The others did not bother to hide their laughter, including the Northlanders who were guarding behind Thales.
Their eyes were full of disgust and indignation.
But Thales did not seem to hear them. His expression did not change and he continued walking.
Lord Justin pursed his lips and did not say anything.
"Hey, Northlander, are you not going to do anything?" At the back of the group, Aida, who had been missing for a long time, tugged at her cloak and protested to Justin in front of her.
"My duty is to protect the prince's safety before His Majesty's White Blade Guards rush over to escort you out of Dragon Clouds City." Justin's tone was cold. When he mentioned the White Blade Guards, he raised his tone in a sarcastic manner. He gestured at the group of guards who spoke rudely.
"Unless they draw their swords and charge at me, reasonable protests are not part of my duty."
"You call this' reasonable '—" Wya was about to retort, but Ralf, who was beside him, stopped him in time and shook his head.
"Hmph, Northlanders." Aida turned her head and distanced herself from them in dissatisfaction.
Thales still did not say a word. His expression was solemn.
It had only been a few hours since the meeting that decided the outcome of the battle in the morning, but some news had already spread. Thales could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Heroic Spirit Palace had plummeted the moment he walked out of the Hall of Heroes.
From the guards to the nobles, every single insider who entered his line of sight seemed to want to eat the Prince of Constellation alive.
This included Justin, who had protected him for a long time and was somewhat easy to talk to.
The prince sighed in his heart.
At last they came to the stables, and Jennie's loud neigh sounded cheerfully.
But Thales was slightly stunned.
Someone was already waiting for them.
Justin calmly nodded at the people in the stable. "Boss."
The Star Killer, Nicholas, was carrying the black-hilted saber Tolja had given him. He crossed his arms and leaned against Jennie's stable, staring at them coldly.
Just like so many times in the past.
Thales turned his head around in resignation and exhaled.
It was him again.
"You're in a hurry to find Lampard?"
As the group of Constellatiates frowned, Nicholas stared at Thales with a hostile expression. "You can't even wait for the people from Black Sand Region to come and fetch you?"
Thales shook his head.
"As you said, I'm going to Axe District, to the courier station in Black Sand Region," the prince said calmly. "I'm also going to talk to His Majesty about the future arrangements."
This time, it was Nicholas' turn to frown.
He snorted in dissatisfaction, then laughed disdainfully.
"You're really unscrupulous after falling out with me."
The Star Killer's mocking tone was filled with indescribable anger. "Why? You feel that Heroic Spirit Palace is no longer safe, so you quickly hide behind Lampard? The sooner you leave, the better? "
Thales stared at Nicholas in silence. He raised a hand and stopped Wya, who was about to speak.
Nicholas put down his arms, slowly walked to Thales, and stared straight into his eyes.
"Listen, treacherous little prince.
Forget about meeting Lampard … "Nicholas enunciated each word slowly.
Nicholas enunciated each word slowly. His words were filled with a chill unique to the commander. "As long as I'm still here, before the people from Black Sand Region come to fetch you with a warrant, you will stay in Heroic Spirit Palace obediently."
Behind Thales, the people from Constellation stared at the Star Killer with vigilant expressions.
Nicholas bent down, his forehead almost touching Thales' hair. His gaze became sharper.
"You don't have to go anywhere."
"Hey! Pretty boy. "Aida fiercely made a gesture of rolling up her sleeves and moved closer." Do you believe that I won't beat — "
Nicholas put on a strange, cold smile. He turned his body sideways, revealing the hilt of the sword behind him.
On his back, the golden saber reflected a wondrous light.
The temperature around them seemed to have risen a little.
When she saw the saber, Aida's voice instantly became softer and weaker. "That …"
Thales shook his head and pulled Aida behind him.
"Aida, let me do it."
The female elf, who was usually wild and unruly, was now very obedient. She followed Thales' arm and was gently pulled back. She did not forget to make a fierce gesture at Nicholas that said, "I'm not afraid of you." She slit her throat.
Thales stepped forward and stared at the Star Killer quietly.
Nicholas snorted coldly and leaned against the pillar again. He shook his head at Justin. "Bring him back. Make sure he doesn't come into contact with anyone else."
But at this moment, Thales suddenly exhaled and shook his head slightly.
"Do you hate him?"
Nicholas was slightly startled. "What?"
"I'm saying that you must hate him very much." Thales took a deep breath. He remembered the White Blade Guards who sacrificed their lives to protect them six years ago. He raised his head and his gaze was clear. "I'm talking about Chapman Lampard.
"Your king."
Nicholas' gaze was focused on Thales' face.
His expression became more and more terrifying. His gaze slowly drifted away, as if he was looking into the distance.
"I have only one king."
And that is definitely not Chapman Lampard. "
A few seconds later, Nicholas' gaze slowly focused. His words were sonorous and forceful, "Regardless of the past or the present.
"As for Lampard, the only reason why he is still alive is because he appeared in Dragon Clouds City …" The Star Killer's enunciations were clear and short, but Thales could feel the hatred and anger behind each of Nicholas' words.
"I'm still worried about the city left behind by the late king. That's why I didn't cover my face, bring my sword, and send him straight to Hell's River.
"So, you better choose carefully. Whether it's talking to him or standing beside him, it's not a good idea."
Thales fixed his gaze on Nicholas and nodded in all apparent seriousness, as if he had understood something.
"So, you told Lisban, right?"
Nicholas was stunned again.
Thales raised his hand and gestured for Wya and the others to step back. He took a step forward and faced Nicholas alone.
"You told Lisban about the fact that Lampard already has something on Dragon Clouds City — the archduchess' identity." Thales sighed and spoke softly at a volume that only the two of them could hear.
"That's why Lisban was so restrained in the hall this morning. He didn't want to see Dragon Clouds City destroyed in the internal strife between the archdukes. It's the same for you."
Nicholas' gaze on Thales became more and more displeased.
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you anymore."
He gestured in the direction of the Blood Court with his chin. "Now, go back to your —"
But Thales suddenly raised his head!
"But this is far from over."
The sudden increase in his voice surprised Nicholas slightly.
But what made his expression even more unpleasant was what Thales said next.
"Lampard and I talked for a while after the meeting ended," Thales said coldly.
Thales said coldly, "I can tell that he is not satisfied with the current benefits. He wants more, and he needs more."
"As long as he was still in Dragon Clouds City, he would never be willing to stop at a neutral Dragon Clouds City.
"Just like six years ago, he was not willing to stop at a dead King Nuven."
The prince looked at the Star Killer with an unusually serious expression.
"So, do you know what kind of predicament the archduchess and Dragon Clouds City is currently in?
"Do you know what he's going to do next?" Thales continued speaking solemnly, "And now, I'm going to talk to that terrifying king again and try my best to convince him to stop for now."
The Star Killer was silent for a while. His frown deepened.
"What else does he want?" he asked softly.
Thales shrugged. When he recalled the king's methods, he felt a headache coming on.
"It's obvious that he's very dissatisfied with me keeping the threat of Black Sand Region from the archduchess." The prince lowered his head, looking rather gloomy. "I think he'd rather meet the archduchess directly and place his bargaining chips and threats in front of her so that he can turn Saroma into his puppet."
Nicholas did not speak, but his already frightening face became even paler.
Thales raised his head. His gaze was burning.
"And I'm going to convince him that there's no need to force the Walton Family to pick a side, that there's no need to secretly contact the restless vassals of Dragon Clouds City, and that there's no need to be greedy enough to tear off another piece of meat from Dragon Clouds City.
"I'm going to convince him that the archduchess's position is not in conflict with his interests.
"I'm going to convince him that there's no harm in giving the Dragon Spear Family some support when necessary.
"I'm going to convince him that Dragon Clouds City will not be a threat to him in the next few years."
With every word Thales said, Nicholas' expression became more unpleasant.
"I'm also going to convince him that I'm the only person who will be negotiating with him. There's no need for him to look for the innocent Saroma, and then, cruelly and mercilessly place that matter in front of her to coerce her into making a choice!
"Now, Soray Nicholas, the Star Killer who guards Dragon Clouds City, you can let me go to Lampard now." Thales raised his head and took a step forward. He stared at Nicholas with a piercing gaze, almost touching the other party.
"Or you can think of ways to delay my schedule and cause me trouble … and then wait for him to personally look for Saroma again.
"To look for Dragon Clouds City."
The prince finished speaking.
The air became quiet again.
Nicholas' gaze became colder as he stared at Thales.
Under the canopy of the stable, the Star Killer and Thales stared at each other in silence.
The others, whether it was the attendants of Constellation or the guards of the Northlanders, all quietly waited for the results of their negotiation.
The atmosphere was tense.
Then, Nicholas sneered and shook his head.
As he smiled, the air, which had almost reached the freezing point, seemed to have become much warmer.
"You know, you have to thank Count Lisban," Nicholas said faintly. "Even though you lured Lampard here and almost destroyed the day of the council hearing, he still seems to believe that you have no ill intentions towards Dragon Clouds City."
Thales was slightly startled.
'Lisban?'
The Star Killer continued, "Even though you slandered him and said that he secretly colluded with the Red Witch and Lampard to betray Dragon Clouds City."
Thales slowly exhaled. "Is that so?"
"Also, you have to thank her." Nicholas sighed.
"I believe that she is also one of the reasons why Lisban believes in you."
The moment Thales raised his eyebrows, Nicholas turned his head and looked in another direction.
Thales was stunned as he followed his gaze.
In the distance, accompanied by guards and maids, the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City stood quietly under the setting sun. She looked at Thales with a complicated gaze.
Golden light shone on the girl's body, making her look even more dazzling.
Thales could not help but sigh deeply.
"She's waiting for you." Nicholas turned and walked away. Before he left, he looked at Thales with a profound gaze. "Don't be too slow when you say goodbye. Know your limits."
Staring at Nicholas' back, Thales closed his eyes. Complicated emotions filled his heart.
The next moment, he opened his eyes abruptly and took a resolute step towards the archduchess.
Saroma's expression was calm. She also walked forward slowly. Ginghes, the female official, followed behind her.
The prince and the archduchess finally faced each other again.
Thales forced a smile and nodded at the female official. "Thank you, Madam Ginghes."
However, Madam Ginghes did not move in the face of the hidden meaning behind his words. She continued to stare at him coldly and did not say a word.
Then, Saroma smiled at her reluctantly and nodded.
The female official's almost frozen face moved a little. She bowed to the archduchess in a standard manner, turned around respectfully, and left.
"Even at this time, she still doesn't like me." Thales scratched his head in a very unnatural manner. "How sad."
Obviously, his lousy opening did not have the desired effect.
Saroma still stared at him. The inexplicable emotions behind the pince-nez made Thales rather uneasy.
"So, you're going to Black Sand Region now?"
She asked very directly.
Thales exhaled, avoided her gaze, and nodded. "Yes, I want to get used to it sooner."
But at that moment, Saroma seemed to be very calm. "You didn't expect it either, did you?"
Thales raised his gaze with a slightly puzzled look.
"I thought about it later.
You said that you wanted me to choose the path that was most suitable for the archduchess, and that you would solve the rest of the problems.
"Chapman Lampard." The archduchess' expression was calm. "He should be the solution to your 'remaining problems', and also your last and worst trump card, right?"
Thales did not speak. He exhaled through his nose and nodded.
The archduchess' expression was a little gloomy.
"If everything had gone smoothly, if I had chosen not to be so stubborn, if I had chosen to disregard your life and death, and calmly obtained the vassals' support …
"If Dragon Clouds City could successfully dispatch their troops, if we could form an alliance against the king …" Her voice trembled slightly. "Then you wouldn't have gone to Lampard, and you wouldn't have betrayed Ian, and you wouldn't have sold yourself to Black Sand Region, right?"
Saroma seemed to want to smile, but in the end, she failed.
"You know, the moment you spoke up in support of Lampard, I kind of didn't know you anymore."
Thales wanted to say something, but stopped.
"So, just like six years ago …" The archduchess turned her head and no longer lingered on this topic. "You took the risk and took the final step to save me."
Thales could only close his eyes. "You shouldn't have been so stubborn, Saroma. There's no need to … for a hostage …
"Put yourself in a dangerous situation where you're deserted by everyone."
The archduchess suddenly raised her head. Her gaze was resolute, as if she wanted to argue. "But you're not a hostage, Thales.
"No matter what others think …
"At least in my eyes, you're not."
She seemed to have remembered something and immediately lowered her head. There was an indescribable sadness in her voice. "I'm sorry, Thales."
At that moment, Thales' mood, which had been extremely gloomy since the state affairs hearing, suddenly fluctuated slightly.
He was like a mountain climber in the winter snow who welcomed a ray of sunlight after climbing over the top of a slope.
'At least she understands.
She believes in me.
As always. '
"Apologizing to me for protecting me …" Thales inhaled forcefully. He felt that the air today was exceptionally refreshing. "I can't accept this apology."
"But you're going to Black Sand Region. Do you still remember Lampard's soldiers? They fired arrows at us without hesitation … "The girl's voice was a little sad." Can you imagine what you'll have to face in that man's territory? "
"If I want to count on Lampard's help, then this is the price I have to pay." Thales sighed. "Wish me luck. Is there anything worse than being tied up on the battlefield or being chopped into pieces?"
But Saroma's expression was still very stiff.
Thales opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Hey, listen to me.
"It's not your fault, Saroma, alright? It's Constellation who interfered. I mean, it's my father." The second prince shrugged. "He caught me off guard, and I could only adapt to the situation."
Both of them were silent for a while.
"That's great." Saroma forced a smile and forced herself to joke. "I've never known what it feels like to have a father."
The prince looked at the bitter expression on the archduchess' face and flashed a bright smile.
"So, do you want to exchange identities with me?"
Thales seemed to be in a good mood.
"Anytime, Princess Saroma of Constellation."
Both of them laughed.
But Saroma's laughter only lasted for a few seconds.
"Princess," she subconsciously repeated, "Princess Saroma, Princess Selma?"
Thales realized that something was wrong.
Thales realized that something was wrong. He took a deep breath, turned his gaze away, and coughed loudly. "Then …"
The prince's expression became serious. "Listen, at least in the next few years … Lampard will not be your primary threat.
"The fight between the king and the archdukes will only become increasingly intense, and the extent and methods used will gradually exceed our expectations."
Saroma looked at him quietly and nodded quietly.
It was as if both of them were back in the library and in the classroom.
"Under the rule of the archduchess, Dragon Clouds City, which appears weak on the surface and is internally divided, will instead be ignored by them, whether intentionally or unintentionally. You may even become the target of their enticement. You can even stand in the position of a third party and reap benefits from both sides during their confrontation.
"Just like this time, be cautious when they extend their hands, but do not place your bets rashly." Thales was extremely serious. "At this time, sit firmly in your position. This is your top priority.
"Be a competent, qualified, and even outstanding archduchess, Saroma."
The archduchess smiled. Her expression was a little forced.
"King Nuven left you a good entourage." Thales recalled the scene during the hearing. "Nazaire is wise, astute, and skillful. Karkogel is a man of few words but has quite a bit of prestige. Even the seemingly annoying Cotterson and Lyner, and even the people who are not part of the six counts …
"They will all be useful to you. If you show them the boldness and skillfulness that an archduchess should have, prove to them that you are indispensable to this territory.
"As for Lisban …" When Thales said this, he could not help but pause for a moment. In the end, he sighed and said, "He is an excellent regent, but … perhaps you should consider the feelings of the other vassals, and the balance of Dragon Clouds City."
Saroma frowned. "You don't like him? Why? "
Thales shook his head.
"Your enemies will still be within you." When the prince thought of this, his heart became a little heavy. "Perhaps they will appear in various forms: the dissatisfaction of the vassals, the contempt of the people, the obstruction of tradition, sinister rumors … But at the end of the day, the biggest enemy is yourself."
Saroma snorted softly. Her gaze was still fixed on Thales.
It was as if this was the last time they would meet.
She smiled and said, "The biggest enemy is yourself … Hmph, it sounds like the pretentious, empty, rubbish encouragement in a knight's novel."
Thales could not stand her gaze. He had no choice but to lower his head. "Because you are a girl, Saroma."
Saroma was slightly taken aback by his words.
Thales let out a long sigh. There was a strong sense of sorrow in his words that could not be dispelled. "You are a girl. That means that in most games in this world, not just in Northland, but also in Northland, you have to pay a higher price than men. You have to work harder than men and achieve better results than men. Only then will you be able to obtain rewards, results, and recognition from the outside world that are comparable to theirs.
"In other words, if the archduchess can't come up with a better answer than the late King Nuven, or even just be on par with King Nuven …" The prince gritted his teeth and looked at Heroic Spirit Palace, which was boorish, imposing, thick, and gave off a heavy, oppressive feeling. "Then you will forever be 'that little girl'."
Saroma was silent for a long time. Her mood was gloomy.
Finally, the archduchess sneered expressionlessly. "It's really not fair."
"I know it's not fair." Thales frowned and looked at her. He could not hide the worry in his eyes. "That's why you can't give up.
"Do you know what will happen if you don't fight back against the beggars who beat you when you're surrounded by beggars?"
Saroma raised her eyes.
"They will continue to bully you, beat you, ridicule you, and isolate you." Thales seemed to have thought of something. He unconsciously tensed up. "They will repeat this scene over and over again, forming the impression that 'you deserve to be bullied'."
The archduchess thought of something. She remembered the story of the prince who was born in the lower city district that Thales had told her before. "I know."
The prince stared at her, his expression was unpleasant. "But this is not the worst.
"The worst is that other people, everyone, whether they are new or old, whether they beat you up or not, will gradually get used to this scene. They will take it for granted. Thus, as they live and eat among the beggars, this impression will be deepened and spread into everyone's consciousness.
"Until, intentionally or unintentionally, they treat this situation as part of the rules. They make up and derive bullsh * t reasons such as' born this way ',' the strong prey on the weak ',' there will always be bullies, and there will always be people who will be bullied ', so that everyone, whether they are new or old, strong or weak, and even the bullied yourself, will subconsciously believe that this is the environment, this is the rule, this is the norm, and you can't change it. So, the best choice is to accept it, adapt to it, acknowledge it, and go along with it. Then, when you are beaten up again, you will suffer less.
"This idea of everyone subconsciously getting used to the environment and the rules is the worst."
In the prince's mind, the hazy sea of memories rippled slightly.
At that moment, Thales' gaze became a little unfocused, as if he was staring into the distance. "It will make you forget that individuals and society are united and inseparable. Your actions are also one of the factors that shape the environment and the rules."
He exhaled and brought his thoughts back to reality.
"It may be a little complicated, but …" Thales looked at the girl in front of him, who had a puzzled look on her face.
He pursed his lips. "If you don't dare to change and choose to respond in silence, or even exile yourself, then the unfair environment will never change."
The prince said softly, "Girl."
Thales looked at the gradually silent girl and sighed softly.
"You're right, Saroma. I shouldn't have treated you as a weakling waiting to be rescued."
He smiled again.
"And you have to learn to grow on your own, learn to believe in yourself, learn to listen to the Old Crow's lessons," Thales said quietly. "Even without me.
"Your Excellency, Archduchess."
Take care. "
Once he finished speaking, Thales could not bear to look at the girl's expression anymore. He turned around and left. …
At this moment …
"Thales!" the girl suddenly cried out involuntarily. There was great worry hidden in her voice. "Be careful!"
Thales' footsteps paused slightly.
He did not turn around. He only smiled. "Yes, I will —"
But Saroma interrupted him regardless of the consequences.
"No."
"On the eve of the council hearing, Ciel … I mean, Count Lisban came to me in private." Saroma seemed to be very anxious. She subconsciously looked around. "He came to advise me that it would be best to stay away from you and the ominous Jadestar Family."
"In order to convince me, he told me some secrets in advance."
Thales was stunned. He turned his head sideways.
"What secrets?"
In the next second, the words that came out of Saroma's mouth made his heart tremble.
"Calamities."
Thales' expression froze slightly.
'What?'
At that moment, no one knew what exactly he felt in his heart.
He slowly turned his head around, maintaining a normal expression.
Saroma's tone was a little hurried. Her expression was the same as when she secretly skipped class when she was young. "In the countries built by the people who participated in the Battle of Eradication, such as Eckstedt …
"Even though each family's inheritance is different and has different versions, at least the descendants of the Ten Knights and at least the heirs of the Ten Archduchy Families will be told some secrets about the Battle of Eradication when they come of age …"
Thales completely turned around and stared at Saroma in a daze.
"The Battle of Eradication …" Saroma pursed her lips and hesitated for a few seconds. Then, she made up her mind and said, "After the war more than six hundred years ago, we became more vigilant, and the remaining calamities became smarter …
"With a more complicated, secretive, and dangerous relationship, we lurked on both sides of the world, maintaining a careful balance in all kinds of situations …" The archduchess raised her head.
The archduchess raised her head. Her voice was soft but resolute. "But … the Battle of Eradication has not ended."
"And they and we are still enemies."
Thales' breathing gradually quickened. He could not help but clench his fists.
The young girl fixed her gaze on him. Her gaze was filled with worry and vigilance. "Thales, eighteen years ago, during the Bloody Year of Constellation …
"The reason why you were attacked from all sides, ran out of ammunition and food supplies, why Eckstedt invaded the south without any qualms, why the Barren Bone Tribe and the orcs were also in a great uproar … even your rebel army and the tragedy of the Jadestar Royal Family … all of these are related to this, to the calamities."
In that second, Thales' pupils shrank abruptly. He could not help but raise his voice. "What does it have to do with this?"
But the archduchess shook her head.
"I can't go on. Ciel only told me this because he trusted me …" Saroma's expression was mournful and hesitant. "This … this is a secret that only the Archduke of Dragon Clouds City knows."
She turned her head away. "Don't forget, I am now … an archduchess."
Thales was stunned.
After a while, Thales tried hard to adjust his breathing and snapped out of his daze. "Is that so?"
'A secret that only the Archduke of Dragon Clouds City … knows?
Then … that means the previous Archduke of Dragon Clouds City …
That King Nuven who decided to invade the south eighteen years ago …
That King of Eckstedt who told him that there was an inside story behind the Jadestar Calamity, he also … '
He stared at Saroma in a daze.
"But I think you will find out in the end, Thales." Saroma seemed a little guilty. "After all, you are the Jadestar Family …"
Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He hid the lingering haze in his mind deep into a corner. "Thank you, Saroma.
"I know. Six years ago, a man and a woman … the calamity came to you …"
Thales gulped.
Saroma's voice trembled a little. "I won't ask you anything unnecessary, but no matter why they came to you …
"It's definitely related to that, and it's definitely … not a good thing."
'Not a good thing.'
"You know," the young girl said quietly, "I might not be happy in Dragon Clouds City … but at least I can protect you. Nicholas has a legendary anti-mystic equipment, and the Soul Slayer Pike in the Hall of Heroes is always on guard …
"But in Black Sand Region …"
Both of them fell silent.
A breeze blew past them. Behind them, Jennie let out a dissatisfied hiss and broke the silence.
After a while, Thales sighed deeply.
"I will remember."
In the distance, Nicholas coughed loudly and said without hesitation, "My Lady!"
His urging made Saroma snap out of her daze. She seemed to have suddenly remembered something.
"Also, that man with the black longsword, although he saved us," Saroma said hurriedly, as if she wanted to finish talking about all her worries in these few minutes. "Since he participated in the eighteen years … then he must be related to these things."
"As your family's enemy, I can't think of any reason for him to let you go or even protect you.
Unless … he has other motives, and his plans are far-reaching. "
Thales stared at the ground without saying a word.
The sword-wielding figure and countless doubts rose in his mind.
The young girl continued speaking, "Nicholas and the Archduchess' Guards … but the furthest they could find out was that the man's nickname was Black Sword, and that he was related to a foreign gang called the Brotherhood …"
Thales sucked in a sharp breath.
He turned his head.
"Saroma, I understand."
The prince said rather bitterly,
"Thank you."
'Thank you …
'Thank you for not asking why.'
At that moment, Saroma saw the prince's bitter and terrible expression clearly, and she could not help but be slightly stunned.
Nicholas was urging them on again.
"Don't, Saroma."
In the next second, Thales closed his eyes, turned around, and left.
Light panting came from behind him … as well as faintly discernible sobs.
The sky was very blue and very clear.
The few clouds were gradually dyed gold by the sunlight.
Ginghes, the female officer's orders came from behind him.
The archduchess' footsteps rose and gradually faded away.
Thales resisted the desire to turn around and walked towards Jenny, the black horse. He forced himself to smile at Wya and the others.
But he paused slightly.
Nicholas slowly pulled out another horse and tidied up his equipment in a nimble manner.
"Although we're not going to the chess room," he ordered Justin, "the rules are the same: the patrol team will clear the way, the Archduchess' Guards …"
"Hey, you're going too?" the prince asked, puzzled.
Nicholas turned his head around.
"As the archduchess ordered, young prince."
The Star Killer snorted coldly with a hostile expression, "I'll send you to Lampard …
"To you …" He flashed a sinister smile that harbored malicious intentions.
"The last journey."
Thales rolled his eyes.
'The last journey.
'This dead face …'
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