The next morning, on the flat and wide Avenue of Blessings, the prince's escort team became twice as long because of the addition of the Bozdorf Family's soldiers.
"Please do not mind Count Bozdorf's attitude." Derek rode beside Thales on his horse.
"He is one of the leaders in taking back Blade Fangs Camp. He is very unhappy with what happened over the past few days, so he shows his dissatisfaction on his face."
'Unhappy?'
Thales thought quietly.
'Show it on my face?
Bro, you probably haven't interacted with Northlanders before. When they are unhappy, they usually show it on their swords. '
He could only tease himself.
"Please do not vent your anger on Paul." The Count of Wing Fort turned his head and looked at the silent Paul Bozdorf, who was a few steps behind them. "He has a tough life with such an overbearing and overbearing father."
Thales smiled and nodded, but he sighed in his heart.
'Speaking of which, such an overbearing and overbearing father …
'Alright, this is something I can relate to.'
"At the very least." Derek turned his head around and looked at a certain horse behind him. The Nine-Pointed Star Flag was immediately rolled up and wrapped up tightly the moment the Count of Black Lion disappeared. He sighed and said,
"At least Paul is easier to talk to than his father."
Both of them were silent for a while.
But in the next second, Thales suddenly spoke.
"So, what Count Bozdorf said about the Duke of Western Desert 'treating everyone the same way' …"
"Is it true?"
As if someone had blown out a lamp, the color between the prince and the count suddenly darkened.
Derek remained silent for a long time while the horses galloped and the orders were heard.
"Let me put it this way, Your Highness.
"In Constellation, compared to the Northern Territory, which was once united, the Land of Cliffs, and Blade Edge Hill, which shared weal and woe, the local politics of Western Desert … are a little complicated."
'Complicated.'
Thales thought about it quietly.
A few seconds later, the prince thought of something and spoke faintly.
"Votes."
Derek was stunned when he was about to continue explaining.
"What?"
Thales said in a daze.
"Even though it was just a joke yesterday, I remember now."
The prince spoke slowly.
"In the National Conference six years ago, when the Six Great Clans and the Thirteen Distinguished Families voted to decide whether or not to recognize me, whether it was the Northern Territory, the Land of Cliffs, or the Blade Edge Hill, the votes of every Earl in these territories all followed the Duke's lead."
"But only the West Wilderness, only the three of you …"
"You and Count Bozdorf both voted against it."
Duke Fakenhaz, however, voted for it.
After he finished listening to him, Derek Kroma's expression changed.
The young Count of Wing Fort coughed awkwardly.
"I was forced by circumstances back then. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me."
Thales looked at his expression and smiled in a carefree manner.
"Of course not."
"I just … understood something."
The prince stared straight at the Count of Wing Fort.
"In the High Nobles Parliament back then, on the nineteen stone seats, the decision of the three families in the Western Desert … was not unanimous."
Derek's expression turned even grimmer.
Their group turned a corner, and Thales' train of thought went back to the past.
In the National Conference back then, the final vote on whether Thales could officially become the second prince was ten people in favor, eight people opposed, and one person abstained.
The king's party turned the situation around with a slight advantage of one vote.
With the plump Duke Cullen as the leader, the three families in Eastern Sea Hill voted in favor at the last moment.
But now that he thought about it …
Land of Cliffs, Northern Territory, South Coast, Western Desert, Blade Edge, Eastern Sea … Thales recalled the votes of the nineteen nobles back then, and he suddenly understood many things.
The prince frowned.
'According to the order of the votes and the results of the votes …
Back then, the person who truly held the crucial vote, who turned the situation around with just a raise of his hand, and who made Thales the second prince in the end …
'Not Duke Cullen.'
After they passed a junction with a different slope, they began to gradually increase their speed on the road.
"Please do not misunderstand." Derek adjusted his sitting posture and took a deep breath before the wind against his face grew stronger.
"The suzerains of the Western Desert still respect the four-eyed skull emblem quite a lot."
His expression was a little solemn.
"But in recent years, among my noble peers, especially people like Count Bozdorf, they feel that the duke is more or less … content with the status quo."
Derek's gaze sharpened.
"Especially when it concerns the royal family. It was even more so after the Desert War.
"Such as this time's Blade Fangs Camp."
Count Kroma chose his words carefully.
"The vassals are quite critical of his passive and decisive attitude of not asking any questions before the battle, and his conservative attitude of cleaning up the mess after the battle."
Thales was silent.
'Content with the status quo.
'Passive and decisive.
'Conservative attitude.
The prince remembered what he said.
'"You have to know that when your vassals and subordinates are stirred up and the public's will is high, you do not have much choice but to go with the flow."'
'Did he say these words to the others?'
"No."
As they sped up, Thales clamped his legs around the horse's abdomen.
He stared at the smooth and solid road of the Avenue of Blessings in a daze. He watched as they sped forward, inch by inch.
He said firmly, "Perhaps this is the duke's unique way of defending Western Desert."
When he said this, Derek was silent for a long time.
Both of them were deep in thought. They followed the group in tacit agreement and allowed the horses to gallop forward without making a sound.
A minute later, when the horses began to slow down with the group, Derek sighed with a myriad of emotions and looked at the plains in the distance.
"Looks like Kohen was not boasting.
If I did not come to see you, I would have definitely regretted it. "
Thales smiled. He was about to thank Kroma, but he did not react immediately.
But a few seconds later …
"Kohen?"
Thales subconsciously raised his head. He was slightly surprised.
"You … you know Kohen?
"Kohen Stupid Karabeyan?"
Count Kroma turned his head to look at the prince. His expression became warm again.
"I'm not sure when Kohen had such a unique middle name."
Derek thought about it. There was nostalgia and a smile in his eyes.
"But yes, Kohen is my cousin. We grew up together in Walla Hill.
"His mother is my father's sister, my aunt."
Thales made some calculations.
'Kohen's mother is Derek's aunt …
"Karabeyan and Kroma."
'The Twin Tower Longsword and the Single-Winged Crow.
'Walla Hill and Wing Fort.'
The prince came to a sudden realization.
"I see. Your families are in-laws."
The Count of Wing Fort smiled faintly and nodded.
"Six years ago, Kohen mentioned you to me for the first time in our correspondence."
There was a strange tone in Derek's voice.
"He said, erm, he-he was heartbroken, so he took a leave to go sightseeing in the north. Then, in one night, he coincidentally ran into a great and glorious adventure. He followed an extraordinarily intelligent prince, charged into Heroic Spirit Palace, fought against Dragon Clouds City at night, defended the Hall of Heroes to the death, fought against the Northlanders, fought against a legend, faced an enemy in the supreme class, felt the terror of the calamities, witnessed the descent of the Great Dragon, endured the mutiny of rebels and traitors, suffered the unforgettable betrayal of his companions, blended into the White Blade Guards, encountered the assassination of the king, and witnessed the ascension of the archduchess to the throne. He advanced bravely in the north, which was filled with powerful enemies, saved Constellation from the brink of destruction, and protected the lives of tens of millions of people in the end …"
The more he spoke, the more resigned he felt.
Even Thales could sense the excitement and eagerness in Derek's words, which made him ramble incoherently. It was practically a mystery and awkwardness on paper.
"In the end, Kohen complained that even though the Secret Intelligence Department came to his door at night to warn him not to divulge national secrets, his superior did not believe him and refused to give him any leave or travel expenses reimbursement … So, he hoped that I could understand him …"
Derek pondered for a while.
"When I received the letter, I was still thinking that perhaps he had indeed been single for too long. You know, delusions and illusions …"
"I mean, it's true that you are young and intelligent, Your Highness, but … Northland? Eckstedt? There are so many things … I really doubt … "
Derek stopped talking and stared straight at Thales.
"Until now."
Thales hesitated for a second before he forced a smile that was both polite and awkward.
'Kohen.
You …
'Awesome.'
After a while, Thales squeezed his fake smile back into the depths of his muscles and coughed.
"Um, is Kohen alright?"
Derek smiled.
"I think so."
"He's still at the police station in the capital, doing a job that most nobles can't understand, including my aunt and uncle."
Derek shrugged helplessly.
"You know, they've always been worried about his marriage. For more than ten years, my aunt was afraid that he would marry his classmate, the warrior lady from the Arunde Family."
Thales squeezed his eyebrows together.
"Miranda?"
The prince snickered.
"Oh, no, that's impossible."
Derek exhaled.
"Yes, I know. Lady Arunde is probably the person Kohen fears the most.
"That boy once said that he always had this illusion that he would suddenly become stupid in front of Lady Arunde."
Thales smacked his lips and recalled the way Miranda and Kohen interacted.
'Yes, that was indeed an illusion.
Because he definitely did not 'suddenly' become stupid. '
"But more than ten years have passed. My aunt doesn't care about that anymore." Derek shook his head. At the same time, he felt amused and helpless.
"Now, as long as Kohen is willing to marry, she doesn't care if the other party is a warrior, as long as it's a woman."
Thales and Derek looked at each other, and they laughed in unison.
After a while, Derek's voice became deeper.
"So, it's true?"
"Kohen said that he, um, he fought with the Fire Knight in Heroic Spirit Palace, fought with the legendary anti-mystic equipment, and fought for three hundred rounds?"
'The Fire Knight …
'Three hundred rounds …'
The prince felt a headache coming on.
"Umm, my attendant can testify that they fought, but three hundred rounds …"
Thales did not continue. He only smiled sheepishly.
Derek's gaze moved, and he nodded in understanding.
"Then, he said that he faced the Red Witch, who is as famous as Lord Hansen, and faced her persuasion to surrender, and that he would rather die than submit?"
'Faced the Red Witch …
'Neither humble nor arrogant, and would rather die than submit …'
The prince was stunned and blinked.
"Ah, about this, how should I put it, it's basically not up to the Red Witch to persuade him to surrender, he's that …"
This time, without waiting for Thales to say anything, the comprehending count raised his eyebrows and seemed to be deep in thought.
"I get it."
"Then, he said that he faced the legendary warrior who never aged, the undefeatable Ground Shaker Kaslan, and that he risked his life to fight against him, and that he had to sacrifice an arm …"
'Risked his life to fight against him …'
Thales twitched his lips awkwardly.
"He, hehe, about that …"
Once again, when Thales was still hesitating about what to say, Derek raised his eyebrows in a very considerate manner.
"Oh …"
When he saw the count's expression of sudden realization, Thales suddenly felt guilty for betraying Kohen.
'That's not right.
I'm the one who's telling the truth! '
But Derek's next sentence made Thales' heart sink.
"Then … the Great Dragon?"
Thales was silent for a while. The scenes of the past reappeared in his mind.
"It's true."
Derek's eyebrows twitched.
"Oh." Count Kroma narrowed his eyes, and he looked rather solemn.
"This explains why the messenger crows that passed by the north were all late that month six years ago. The legend is true, the Great Dragon spreads its wings, and the sky is forbidden from flying."
Derek said softly,
"Then … the calamity?"
This time, Thales' expression was as calm as still water. He lowered his head.
He did not speak. He only gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time.
Derek stared at the prince and did not continue asking questions.
"Hmph." The count shook his head and sighed.
"You know, the first Count of Wing Fort left behind a record of the calamities he saw. But in my family, there were a few generations who believed that those were just the ravings of an old man before his death. "
Derek was silent for a while.
"Then, King Nuven was killed by the calamities?"
Thales raised his head. He seemed to see the dawn when thousands of arrows were fired at the same time.
And the bloody head that rolled to his feet while wearing a crown.
"The Assassin's Flower, Young Charleton, and the Flying Locust Blade."
The prince said firmly,
"And Chapman Lampard."
Derek drew in a soft breath.
The air became so quiet that only the sound of horse hooves could be heard.
The count raised his head slowly.
"You have suffered, Your Highness.
"Perhaps many people do not believe it, and even more do not know." Derek let out a long sigh. His gaze was grave, but he was incredibly serious.
"But I want to say …
"The entire kingdom …
"We owe you a debt of gratitude."
Thales gritted his teeth and forced a smile.
"Thank you." The prince nodded stiffly.
"Count Kroma."
But Derek shook his head.
"Derek." The Count of Wing Fort first flashed a warm and friendly smile at the teenager. He then extended his right hand, as if this was the first time he formally introduced himself.
"This is my name."
Thales paused for a moment.
He cast a profound glance at Derek before he smiled as well.
"Of course, Derek."
The second prince extended his right hand sincerely and shook Derek's hand.
"Thales."
Their gazes met in the air, and they nodded at each other.
Derek let go of the prince's right hand, but his words changed abruptly.
"From the perspective of a Western Desert noble, Thales, I know how Renaissance Palace views us. I also know what we are facing. I also know your sensitive and awkward situation."
Derek stared at Thales seriously.
Thales also stared back at him seriously.
"If this were any other time, I might say something like 'Western Desert is not your enemy, and neither are the people of Western Desert'."
Derek sighed.
"But you are Kohen's friend."
Derek's expression was a little sad and resigned.
"And from the perspective of his cousin and his friend, I have to remind you, Thales."
The next moment, Derek lowered his head slightly. A few words that seemed more precious than gold and weaker than a fly popped out from between his teeth.
"Be careful of Sir Cyril."
'What?'
Thales first thought about the name, then he frowned.
"What do you mean, Duke Fakenhaz?
What do you mean? "
Derek was silent for a few seconds before he spoke softly.
"The duke is good at manipulating people's hearts, even those who don't like him."
'Manipulating people's hearts?'
Thales was stunned for a second.
The first person he thought of was the Red Witch in Northland.
'But …
'Cyril Fakenhaz?
'Unwelcome?'
"Count Bozdorf said that the duke is equally ambiguous towards everyone. He remains neutral and never takes sides." Derek's expression was unprecedentedly serious, as if he was facing a great enemy.
"That might be because Sir Cyril, the Master of Western Desert, wants him to think that way."
'The Duke of Western Desert …
Wants him to think that way? '
Thales was stunned.
It must be admitted that from the first minute of their meeting, Derek had impressed him as cautious, thoughtful, tactful, and never out of line.
But now …
"And if Count Bozdorf does not like Lord Cyril," said Derek coldly to him.
"That's probably because the Duke wants him to dislike me."
Thales breathed in a daze.
"Then, the reason why the duke is' unwelcome '…"
Derek nodded, lowered his voice, and continued the second half of the sentence.
"Because he doesn't want to be popular."
Thales stared at Derek in a daze.
He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was different.
Wait, if this is true.
The impression Duke Fakenhaz gave him was also …
"Thales, perhaps you know that due to historical reasons, my family is quite experienced in the business of taming messenger crows."
Derek spoke again.
Thales tried his best to shift his attention to the present.
"Uh, really?"
The Count of Wing Fort said warily,
"A few months ago, His Majesty and the suzerains of Western Desert came to an agreement. We will send troops to the Alliance of Freedom, force Eckstedt, and rescue you."
"Yes," Thales answered instinctively.
Derek's gaze became sharp.
"The week we came to an agreement with His Majesty, my Raven Whistles detected a few long-distance messenger crows flying north across the border."
The week we came to an agreement …
'Flying north across the border …
'Long-distance messenger crows …'
Thales furrowed his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
Derek was silent for a few seconds before he said airily,
"That batch of messenger crows flew very high in the sky, were abnormally vigilant, and were good at hiding. Even with the Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers' abilities, we almost missed them.
"Those are not postal messenger crows that travel between two places, have fixed routes, are inflexible, and have simple training.
"Instead, they are military messenger crows that are strict, intelligent, agile, know their way around, and will recognize their masters. They are not easy to tame, and the fees are high. Only the rich suzerains can afford them."
Military messenger crows …
'High fees …
Great suzerains … '
Thales' expression changed slightly.
"Thales, someone leaked information about you from the moment you escaped to the moment you returned." Derek's tone was very solemn.
"Someone leaked information about you to the Northlanders from Constellation.
I guess this is why your journey back home was full of accidents. "
'Leaked information about me …
'My journey back home was full of accidents …'
Thales' breathing froze for a moment.
At that moment, King Chapman's figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.
He also remembered King Chapman's sudden visit to Dragon Clouds City just to meet Thales.
'No way …'
The prince looked up vigilantly.
"Are you talking about Duke Fakenhaz?"
Derek shook his head.
"I can't be certain.
"But, Thales, not all of them."
Derek narrowed his eyes. His tone was cold, and Thales could not help but clench his fists.
"In this country, not everyone welcomes your return," Wang Chong said with a smile.
At that moment, a few Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers dashed back from the path in front of them. Amidst the endless dust, they brought a message that made people nervous.
"Be on guard!
"Sentries are in contact! Multiple cavaliers! "
'What?'
Derek and Thales looked at each other and frowned at the same time.
The Raven's entire troop immediately stopped moving forward. Hundreds of cavaliers reined in their horses at the same time. For a moment, horse hooves thundered, and horses neighed.
Everyone moved. Quite a number of Raven Whistlers rushed forward and surrounded the two important figures.
"Count Derek!"
Paul also urged his horse to rush over from behind. The heir of Brave Souls Castle had a solemn expression.
But the Count of Wing Fort remained calm.
"Don't be nervous. The Raven Whistlers are elite scouts. This is only the first message. It proves that the other party is at least a few miles away.
Soon, they will confirm their identities. "
Their confident questions were mixed with the countless sounds of horse hooves, and it made Thales feel much more at ease.
Soon, the second and third messages arrived. The new information made the three nobles feel even more solemn.
"Twenty-five cavaliers! No flags! Identity unknown! Refused to respond!
"They are between light cavaliers and heavy cavaliers. They are well-equipped and skilled!
"The report from the Raven Whistlers in the sky: There are more troops behind them! More cavaliers and infantrymen! Hundreds and thousands! "
'More?
Hundreds and thousands? '
Thales was shocked.
Derek and Paul looked at each other. Their expressions grew darker.
"Who would bring an army to the prince's side at this time?" Paul said coldly.
"Do we need to gather our main force?"
"Stay calm," Derek replied in a steady manner.
"This number does not eliminate the possibility that it is Constellation's own army.
"Let the twenty or so cavaliers come first, and everything will be clear."
'Our army.'
Thales pursed his lips tightly.
But he could not help but recall Derek's words just now.
"In this kingdom, not everyone welcomes your return."
'Not everyone …'
The prince's heart sank.
'It can't be.
'Please, I've already entered the Land of Constellation and stepped onto the Great Path of Blessings. There can't be any more accidents!'
Usually, whatever Thales worried about would come true.
This time, the damned fate seemed to have heard his worries again.
A few minutes later, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. The uninvited guests arrived in front of them under the watchful eyes of the Raven Whistlers.
Derek's Raven Whistler was right.
This was a group of twenty-five cavaliers. The symbols and emblems on their bodies were covered by dust-proof cloaks, which were commonly seen in Western Desert, but their muscles were strong and their gazes were sharp. They rode on tall horses with pure and bright fur, which was rarely seen in Western Desert. Their cloaks were bulging, and it was obvious that they carried weapons with them.
The arrival of these cavaliers caused the atmosphere in the prince's group to become extremely tense.
The cavaliers stopped in front of the carriage silently and neatly. They stared coldly at the Raven Whistlers in the distance.
"Who are they? Our own people? "Thales asked, puzzled.
Derek stared at the uninvited guests and nodded.
"We will know."
Paul stared at the group of cavaliers who did not look like they were to be trifled with. He frowned.
"Do you need me to summon the Black Lion Infantry Regiment at the back?"
But the Count of Wing Fort only shook his head.
In the next second, Derek urged his horse forward and spoke loudly.
"Those who come, report your names!"
In a fraction of a second, a knight led the group out in silence and arrived in front of the Raven Guards' formation.
Along the way, the group of twenty-five cavaliers did not make any discordant noise.
The knight who stood out from the group had chestnut-colored hair and a face with gentle lines. Even though he had stubble on his chin, he looked to be in his thirties. He was not much older than Derek.
And his calm brown eyes seemed to always be calm and peaceful.
"I was thinking that you might recognize me, Count Kroma. Now, it seems that I was just hoping too much." The chestnut-haired knight stopped his steed. He sighed softly, as if he felt a little regretful.
"We, um, six years ago, we met in the palace."
Derek's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"I don't remember meeting you."
'In the palace six years ago?' Thales thought of something.
The chestnut-haired knight smiled faintly, unconcerned. He waved his hand to signal to a blonde knight beside him. His actions were elegant and natural.
"You should at least recognize Doyle. His family is related to all of you …"
When he said this, Thales did not have much of a reaction, but Paul's expression changed.
"Doyle? Derek, that's one of the Seven Servant Clans … "
Derek shook his head coldly.
"That's just what he said. Who knows if he's just putting on an act."
Once he finished speaking, the Count of Wing Fort turned his head around and shouted,
"Knight, why are you here?"
The chestnut-haired knight exchanged a glance with his companions before he turned his head around and replied,
"We are here under orders to welcome and escort Prince Thales."
"I am very grateful for your help, count, but your mission has ended.
From now on, we will be in charge of His Highness. "
He still looked as relaxed as ever.
'Escort me?
Or kidnap me? '
A thought appeared in the prince's mind. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and began to size up the chestnut-haired knight.
The chestnut-haired knight lifted the reins and moved forward on his horse. His posture was elegant, and his expression was indifferent. It was as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.
'Strange …
'Why are his riding posture and equipment so familiar?'
Thales wanted to call out to Yodel in secret, but he was surrounded by Raven Whistlers. Derek and Paul were also nearby, so it was difficult for him to find a chance.
'Damn it!
'What's going on?'
In the next second, Count Derek swung his right hand resolutely.
"Load!"
In the next second, nearly one hundred elite Raven Whistlers from the Kroma Family moved at the same time!
They lifted their crossbows and aimed at the chestnut-haired knight before them!
They were neat and uniform, and their might was intimidating.
The gaze of the knight at the front changed.
Thales, who was still thinking, quickly spoke when he saw this change.
"Derek?"
But before he could say anything else, the chestnut-haired knight in the formation quickly raised his hands and spoke hastily.
"Oh, peace! Peace!"
The chestnut-haired knight who was exposed to more than one hundred arrows spoke faster. His expression became slightly more serious, but his eyes were as indifferent as ever.
"Relax, count, will you? Relax so that you know that I came for peace."
Even though he raised his hand to show weakness, the knight's posture was respectful and appropriate. He chose his words carefully, and he appeared neither servile nor overbearing.
As the chestnut-haired knight raised his hand, his cloak lifted a little.
Thales stared at the silver-white armor that was exposed under the cloak. He still found it a little familiar.
But the sharp-eyed Thales also noticed that the chestnut-haired knight was not the only one who looked indifferent in the face of more than one hundred crossbows. Even the cloaked cavaliers around him did not move. They stared coldly at the Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers across from them.
It was as if they were used to it.
"Came for peace?"
Derek snorted coldly. He did not buy it.
"What about the hundreds of soldiers behind you? Did they come for peace as well? "
"They did not 'kidnap' us. Besides, behind us —" The chestnut-haired knight paused for a moment before he understood something.
The knight came to a realization. He nodded in agreement.
"Oh, right, Kroma Family. You are the ones who rear crows. The heavens have eyes."
Derek snorted coldly.
"So …
"Just who are you?!"
The chestnut-haired knight exhaled heavily.
"Alright, alright. You won, count. I am a man of peace after all."
The knight smiled faintly and flicked his cloak. His calm eyes suddenly became sharp and astute.
It was as if he was shrouded in a strange and dangerous mountain that was shrouded in fog.
"I am Tormond Mallos."
The chestnut-haired knight had a pleasant voice. His tone was elegant, and there was even a certain rhythm to it.
"The kingdom's royal knight, Constellation's honorary lord, and His Majesty's loyal vassal."
Mallos looked up. His gaze pierced through the crowd as if it had a certain charm to it. It landed accurately on the fourteen-year-old boy among the Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers.
At the moment they exchanged glances, Thales shuddered!
He remembered.
He had indeed seen the set of equipment on the boy before!
But it was six years ago …
In —
Mindis Hall!
When he saw Thales frown, Mallos grinned faintly.
"Thanks to His Majesty's kindness and the trust of his colleagues …"
The knight nodded slightly on his horse. He placed his right palm in front of his chest to signal to himself. His etiquette was impeccable.
"I am the Royal Guards of Constellation …"
Mallos revealed the special silver armor under his cloak, along with the iron armor and steel sword. He bowed slightly on his horse and uttered a title that Thales found both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.
"Legacy Watchman."
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