Mindis Hall was still filled with continuous but restrained noises (except perhaps for the rude voices of the Northland and dwarf guests). Many important guests arrived one after another, and the surroundings of the banquet hall became the most familiar social venue for the upper echelons of the capital.
As for the host of the banquet, Thales still faithfully carried out his duty.
"So, Your Excellency, it is indeed a pity that I missed you, but who knows if this was all arranged by the Sunset Goddess?"
Archdeacon Stylia Nydis nodded politely at the Duke of Star Lake. He was frank, humble, considerate, and gave people a good impression of him.
"… It gave me a chance to reflect on myself. Did I care about this matter because of the vanity and status that the position represented, or was it because of my determination and conviction to spread my faith … Of course, the result of the reflection made me feel ashamed …"
Thales conversed amicably with the most promising young priest in Sunset Church. They exchanged greetings politely, and their smiles were fresh and sincere. From time to time, they nodded in agreement.
"Facts have proven that I am far from having the qualities that God appreciates. I am indeed not fit to discuss God's teachings with you …"
Not far away, Doyle narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin. He carefully sized up Thales, who was chatting amiably with the guests.
"Hey, I recognize that expression."
When Glover heard that, he turned his head and glanced at Doyle. 'You recognize him again?'
"His Highness is smiling," Glover said coldly.
But Doyle shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"No, no, no. Believe me, that child's heart must be in turmoil right now, and he wants nothing more than to smash the earth …"
Glover turned his head back and pretended not to hear.
Doyle was left behind to shake his head. He was deeply moved.
"Based on my experience, that's when the one you love has promised someone else, and you're powerless to do anything about it …"
Glover snorted coldly.
When he saw that he did not get a positive response, Doyle could not help but turn his head around and poke his colleague.
"So, aren't you curious at all?"
Doyle was not without regret.
"What did Count Caso say to him?"
Glover glanced at Doyle, then looked behind him. He was expressionless, and he did not speak.
"I know."
Doyle froze slightly.
When he heard the footsteps behind him and the familiar voice, he turned around stiffly. His tone was unsteady.
"Your Highness … Duke?"
At some point in time, Thales had ended his conversation and was standing behind him with his hands behind his back. He looked radiant.
This child, why is he like a street thief …
Doyle felt gloomy.
I'm already whispering, yet you can still hear me?
"Gilbert told me just now." Thales imitated Doyle's tone just now and was filled with emotion.
"The love of my heart has been given to someone else, but I am powerless …"
Doyle scratched his head and put on an honest, ignorant, and silly smile.
If he remembered correctly, the silly Cohen might have used this to capture the young duke's heart?
Then, Thales' expression instantly turned cold.
"Are you satisfied?"
Doyle's smile froze.
"Hehe, about that, you really know how to joke. Who in this world would be so blind as to dare to touch your woman …"
In the next second, Doyle shuddered again.
For some reason, he felt that after saying those words, the duke's aura …
It seemed colder?
Thales snorted softly and walked away.
Glover pursed his lips and followed obediently.
"Hey." The zombie walked past Doyle, who had asked for a snub, and did not care at all.
"I recognize that expression."
Doyle was stunned for a moment before he glared at him fiercely.
'Bah, zombie, I really misjudged you.
'So you're also a gossipy man who takes pleasure in other people's misfortune.
'I'll remember this!'
Thales did not pay attention to the back-and-forth glares and the fight between the two people behind him. He just walked forward, minding his own business.
In fact, Doyle had hit on some of his thoughts.
Thales could no longer remember how he said goodbye to Gilbert.
What he remembered was that he still maintained his poise and etiquette, just like the most competent Duke of Star Lake. He appeared at the position to welcome the guests and continued his duties.
But only the duke himself knew.
From that moment onwards, his footsteps became much heavier in his daze.
The noises around him blended into a blur, but he could no longer filter out the part he wanted from it.
'Calm down, Thales.'
The duke was expressionless as he thought to himself.
'Saroma.
She'll be fine. '
'They captured the enemy's commander …
'Whether she's alive or dead …'
The muscles on Thales' arms tightened without him realizing it.
The Sin of Hell's River started to flow silently.
'No.'
Thales' breathing gradually quickened.
'No, calm down, Thales.'
The prince told himself again.
'Pull yourself together.
Saroma will be fine.
She's the Archduchess of Dragon Clouds City. The Freedom Alliance understands that letting her live is far more valuable than killing her to vent their anger …
'Or worse …'
When he thought of this, Thales' breathing instantly tightened.
'Because you're a girl.
'Then it's destined … that in most games in this world, you'll have to pay a higher price than men …'
When he thought of what he once said to the girl, Thales felt as if a knife was being twisted in his heart.
At that moment, his heart was filled with boundless rage that even he himself could not fathom.
It burned everything.
'Nicholas.
'Dead Face, why can't you protect your king? 'You've only scratched yourself in the hands of the Raven of Death, and you've become useless? 'How dare you call yourself the Star Killer?
'Regent Lisban.
'The protector and protector of Dragon Clouds City. Aren't you the Born King's' Eye of the Dragon '? 'Don't tell me that all your schemes went to hell with the late king?
'Count Karkogel.
'He's known as King Nuven's best general. Don't tell me that his battle record of conquering Fort Liberté without an arm is shameless boasting?
'Archduke Roknee.
'The illustrious, resolute, and courageous Master of the City of Faraway Prayers can't even do anything to a tiny Fort Liberté. How the hell are you going to rule? Why don't you kill yourself to apologize to the world?
'As for the others …'
The Sin of Hell's River flowed faster and fiercer in his veins.
'Eckstedt's brave and skillful Northland army …
'Are they all just for show?!'
He subconsciously clenched his fists in his sleeves.
The Sin of Hell's River gradually formed and spread throughout his body.
'No.'
Thales thought as he took a deep breath.
'I can't count on Eckstedt. I can't count on that bunch of stupid trash to help Saroma.
I have to do something.
'But …
'But.
'Think, Thales. Think. Think about what else can you do?
Ask Gilbert for help? Ask Constellation to step in? Contact the Kingdom's Secret Intelligence Department?
'But …'
Thales sadly realized that as a prince, no matter what methods he resorted to or what path he took …
The huge shadow that enveloped the sky above Mindis Hall was still impossible to get around.
He finally escaped from Eckstedt, which was full of hostility, and returned to Constellation, but he was still like a bird in a cage.
Faced with an old friend who needed help …
He was helpless.
Or was this the truth of his life in this world?
His fate?
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Priestess Melgen, whom he had just met.
'"Sunset bears witness. Our fates have long been intertwined."'
Thales closed his eyes helplessly.
'Oh, Sunset.
'If you truly exist and control the power …
'If you truly are the patron saint of my family and kingdom …
'I beg you.
'Please protect her, help her, and watch over her.
'Pity the innocent girl who was dragged into my unfortunate fate.
'Wait a minute.'
He did not understand the gods.
'But.
'Compared to the gods, the ones who truly exist and control the power …'
Thales opened his eyes gently.
'Maybe …
'Maybe there is a way …
'But …
'The price I have to pay …'
Thales gritted his teeth.
The Sin of Hell's River roared fiercely in his body.
'But if this can save her from an even more tragic future …'
Thales' gaze became colder and colder.
The Sin of Hell's River became more agitated and almost boiled.
At this moment …
* Slap! *
Thales' shoulder was slapped hard by someone!
He instinctively wanted to retaliate, but the person behind him held his arm tightly. He could not move forward or retreat!
"Your Highness!"
Mallos stood in front of him. As he grabbed Thales' right hand, he lightly patted the prince's chest.
"As expected …"
Thales gritted his teeth and suppressed the desire to pounce on his personal guard captain.
The Power of Eradication in his body was suppressed, and it howled angrily in his blood.
It was like a beast that was difficult to tame being tied back to its cage.
"I was wondering why there was something missing here …"
The watchman was still holding the prince's right arm.
He sized up Thales' flat and smooth chest, frowned, and muttered.
"I'm guessing that the Jadestar insignia on Baron Barney's hand in the banquet hall was not stolen by him.
"It's purely because you're a prodigal. You gave it away because the other party was a pitiful boy … Of course, it could also be because of a beautiful woman …"
When he heard his commanding officer's words, Doyle, who was not far away, flashed a knowing smile at his colleague. But Glover still replied to him coldly.
"By the way, Your Highness, let me introduce the next guest …"
Thales raised his head with difficulty.
Then, with the same difficulty, he smiled.
With Mallos' introduction, the Duke of Star Lake warmly welcomed the arrival of Bern Talon. Thales had met the suzerain of Ice River City once at the National Conference six years ago. He was one of the thirteen appointed counts, and was also a distant relative and close vassal of the Jadestar Royal Family. In fact, the first Count Talon had been conferred the title of Duke of Star Lake before he was enfeoffed.
This made Count Talon's visit even more meaningful.
But this information, which he had memorized thoroughly, only flowed through Thales' brain meaninglessly, supporting him to once again pile on a perfect smile and make fake small talk.
At this moment, Thales suddenly felt a sense of empathy for his enemy, Zayen Covendier.
The Duke of Iris Flowers, who wanted to use the Blood Clan to kill him, was probably the same. His heart was burdened, but his face was like a spring breeze.
Welcoming and sending off.
As usual for the four seasons?
He warmly watched Count Talon leave with Mallos. His behavior was appropriate and generous, and no one could find fault with it.
But …
Is this what he can do?
Thales thought sarcastically.
Stand here and sell smiles at some stupid banquet of mine?
At the same time, the girl I owe so much to might be trapped in the enemy's camp …
Thales took a deep breath.
At this moment, a low voice drilled into his ears.
"I'm thinking, maybe letting you practice your sword last night was a wrong choice? Making your youthful heart even more restless? "
Thales paused and looked at Mallos, who had returned at some point in time.
The latter leaned close to his ear and whispered,
"Unless you're going to have a duel to the death with a guest tonight, to show off your fierceness from the Northern Region," Mallos said sarcastically.
"Otherwise, please take care of your Power of Eradication."
Thales calmed himself down.
"You know?"
"Don't forget, I'm your martial arts teacher," Mallos said flatly.
Only then did he turn around as if nothing had happened, shielded Thales behind him, and reprimanded Doyle, who was making faces at Glover.
Thales adjusted his breathing, but he had an epiphany.
Wake up, Thales.
You're still far from being able to overturn the chessboard.
Meet the enemy.
Detect the enemy.
Subdue the enemy.
Thales silently recited the three principles of facing the enemy and thought about it carefully.
The Sin of Hell's River seemed to be in sync with its master's state. At this moment, it flowed slowly, dark and sluggish, without the madness and violence from before.
Chapman Lampard.
A name crossed his mind.
Eckstedt's western expedition was defeated, and even the commander-in-chief was captured. This was no longer just a problem of the three territories.
It concerned the dignity of all of Eckstedt.
If King Chapman still wanted to keep his position, he could not turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and mute.
He had to take back Saroma from the Alliance of Freedom in the name of the kingdom.
Of course, this might come at the cost of Black Sand Region reaching out to the internal affairs of the Three Cities and expanding the royal power …
'Wait.
Expanding the royal power. '
Thales' thoughts cleared up.
The Alliance of Freedom was small and weak. Normally, it was impossible for them to fight against the powerful Three Cities of Dragon Clouds, Faraway Prayers, and Defense on their own and turn the tables.
They might have strong reinforcements and external forces to interfere with the situation.
Thales frowned.
'King Chapman.
'It's you?
'It's you again?
'Then things are not so simple. He will use the captured Saroma as a bargaining chip and use every bit of value she has. Divide, bribe, extort, deceive, he will do anything.
'Weaken the City of Faraway Prayers.
'Intimidate Defense City.
'Subdue Dragon Clouds City.
'As for Little Rascal …
'"Be careful, Thales. When people smell your weakness …"'
King Chapman's voice vaguely rang in his ears. Thales clenched his fists again.
'What should I do?
'A thousand miles away, how should I face … Chapman Lampard?
'What should I do?'
Thales clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
The Sin of Hell's River seemed to have smelled its master's mood. When it realized that it was showing signs of rising again, it became restless and attempted to spread all over its master's body again.
But in the next moment, a new guest interrupted Thales' recollection.
The newcomer strode forward, his cloak fluttering slightly. His left eye was covered by a scar, and his remaining eye was cold and fierce.
Thales' breathing paused for a moment.
'It's him.
'Six years ago …
'Old friend.'
The moment this noble appeared, the originally noisy courtyard of Mindis Hall quieted down, as if a conductor had waved his baton and put a stop to the music.
Even Doyle was no longer smiling cheekily.
The guests who saw him fell silent. Those who recognized him went forward in twos and threes to greet him after being prompted by each other.
The nobleman in his prime was not enthusiastic either. He casually and arrogantly responded to the greetings of the lower-ranking noblemen.
The nobleman in his prime walked into the hall and handed his cloak to an attendant. He took a pen and paper, drew a line on the guest list, and looked around Mindis Hall.
"Rudolf told me before that this is a good place, and it's worth visiting often."
The nobleman in his prime snorted softly and said coldly,
"Now? Hmph, I still prefer the Land of Cliffs."
In the next second, the one-eyed guest stopped looking at Thales.
Under Mallos' signal, Thales walked forward slowly and smiled.
"Honorable Duke Nanchester, welcome —"
But the other party cut him off directly.
"Why are you so thin and weak?
You didn't grow much? "
Thales' expression froze.
Koshder Nanchester, Guardian Duke of the Land of Cliffs, owner of the Great Antler Deer, nicknamed 'One-Eyed Dragon', frowned as he sized him up.
"Did the Northland barbarians mistreat you for the past six years?"
As the Duke of Star Lake, Thales was silent for a while. He could only continue to give him a decent smile.
Koshder snorted coldly.
"Then you better return the favor, and live up to the stars."
With that, the One-Eyed Dragon pushed the attendant away and walked forward without even looking at the prince.
No.
Thales frowned slightly, but he felt relieved.
At least he still had something he could do.
"Sir Koshder, do you know Levi Trentida?"
Koshder's footsteps stopped.
Thales gestured to Mallos and the other two to stand down. He caught up to the One-Eyed Dragon and stood opposite him.
"He's the son of the Archduke of Reformation Tower. He's also here for the banquet today."
Koshder narrowed his single eye and carefully sized Thales up.
"Trentida …"
The Duke of the Land of Cliffs snorted disdainfully.
"Some shameless Northland bastard has many sons, and many bastards.
"God knows which one of his sons it is.
"God knows if it's his."
Listening to the other party's emotional confirmation of Trentida, Thales was deep in thought.
Reformation Tower was adjacent to the Northern Territory, and was related to the border between the two countries.
But it actually had more mountainous territory, bordering the Land of Cliffs Region of the Nanchester Family. They both lived and developed in the Sighing Mountains, and were in confrontation with each other.
("Two cowards, separated by a great canyon, nested on two peaks, cursing at each other from a distance: Come over if you have the guts!" — Nicholas, who was picking his nose in disdain while listening to the two children's Northland history lesson in boredom.)
Thales took a step closer, forcing himself not to look at Koshder's scarred left eye.
He said softly, "Levi, I need help. I want to buy some food to bring home."
Food.
The One-Eyed Dragon moved slightly.
"Food?"
Thales had no time to lament the other party's reaction. He nodded.
"The autumn harvest is over, and winter is coming."
Thales looked at the One-Eyed Dragon, and their eyes met.
For the first time in six years, Koshder turned around and looked straight at Thales. Thoughts swirled in his eyes.
Thoughts swirled in his eyes, as if this was their true reunion.
Thales smiled and raised his hand, gesturing for the other party to go first.
The two of them walked forward.
"But I think it's not just food," Thales said calmly.
Koshder narrowed his single eye.
Thales smiled and nodded.
One of them lived in the Northland, while the other bordered the territory.
Both of them had their own understandings, and there was no need to elaborate.
As a territory on the southwest border of Eckstedt, Reformation Tower was located in the Sighing Mountains. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack, stable and peaceful. It was also rich in minerals and profitable.
But they were also limited by the terrain. Their feudal enfeoffment was complicated, their vassals were scattered, and their arable land was scarce. The soil was barren.
In recent years, they had absorbed many immigrants who fled from the increasing local conflicts in the kingdom.
The Day Before the Bitter Cold Winter every year was a test for the suzerains of Reformation Tower.
They had no choice but to trade minerals and metallurgy for a long period of time, and import food.
"In the past, with Olsius of Prestige Orchid and Lampard of Black Sand," Thales was indifferent, but his gaze was astute.
"The three territories have a strong alliance, a close relationship, in-laws, and are of the same branch.
"Reformation Tower has its own way of importing supplies and storing food for winter.
Of course, if they were willing to pay the price, put down their dignity, and put down their pride (this was Archduke Trentida's specialty, which was despised in the Northland), it was not impossible for the powerful Dragon Clouds City and the food-producing Beacon Illumination City to lower their status and help.
"But now …"
Koshder's expression changed slightly as he listened to him.
Thales snorted softly.
Ever since King Nuven's death and King Chapman's coronation …
Dragon Clouds was weak, and Beacon Illumination was timid.
As for Faraway Prayers, Defense, Ice Sea, Elk, and Sentinel, they were either too far away to help, or each had their own ulterior motives and did not care.
But what was more frightening was that Reformation Tower's neighbor, Black Sand Region, had already risen to power under King Chapman's leadership.
As a result, the balance in Eckstedt lost its balance.
Lampard of Black Sand Region, Olsius of Prestige Orchid Region, Trentida of Reformation Tower …
In the south of Eckstedt, there was once a trinity, united against a common enemy. To the north was Dragon Clouds City, and to the south were the three archdukes of Constellation …
The three Northland families who had been eager to fight and eyeing Renaissance Palace and Broken Dragon Fortress for eighteen years had made Renaissance Palace and Broken Dragon Fortress fearful …
They had long since parted ways.
They appeared to be united, but were actually divided.
Thales and Koshder paced slowly. Both of them were deep in thought.
"So, they turned to you? To the Jadestar Royal Family? "Koshder said coldly.
Thales exhaled and started brainstorming.
"Based on my understanding, as cunning as Trentida, they would not bet easily," the Duke of Star Lake said softly.
"They should be smiling and shaking hands with Lampard, and continuing to trade and purchase food through the old channels, as if everything was normal.
"On the other hand, they would be like today, storing food in batches from the channels including Constellation to reduce pressure, accumulating it over time for emergencies."
The One-Eyed Dragon snorted coldly.
"They have always been two-faced, I'm not surprised.
"If that's true, then they must have started at least six years ago."
Thales nodded.
"If they want to transport goods from Constellation to Reformation Tower and avoid Black Sand Region, they can't go through the Northern Territory. They can either take the sea route directly from Eastern Sea Hill … "
Koshder nonchalantly took over the topic.
"Or take the land route, through my territory."
Thales sighed and nodded.
"Land of Cliffs.
"Smuggling."
Koshder was deep in thought.
"But since they came to you, then it must be …"
In the next second, the One-Eyed Dragon's expression suddenly changed!
He turned his head sharply.
"What happened to the war with the Alliance of Freedom after you returned?
"The Northland barbarians lost?"
Thales sighed in his heart.
'This guy's reaction is really fast.'
Even he himself had to interrogate Gilbert to obtain some scattered news about Northland from the Department of Foreign Affairs and the Secret Intelligence Department.
"No, the Northland barbarians can't lose," Koshder immediately reacted, his expression solemn.
"So … Lampard must have won?"
Thales' heart sank.
He stopped in his tracks and cleared his throat.
"Let me put it this way, the outcome is still unknown.
"But King Chapman … has a huge advantage."
This news made Koshder mull over it for a long time.
"You mean, you want me to be kind and let go of Reformation Tower's goods to increase their confidence to fight against the king of Black Sand?
"To weaken Constellation's great enemy in the future?"
Thales stared at the other party's single eye and was silent for a long time.
It was this duke in front of him who went on a rampage six years ago and led the charge to force the abdication of the throne during the National Conference.
It was also this duke who spoke arrogantly with anger six years ago and planted the seed of doubt in Thales' heart.
'What exactly does he want?'
"No, I'm just reminding you."
Thales said calmly,
"This is an opportunity.
"And also a bargaining chip."
The One-Eyed Dragon's expression changed slightly.
"If Reformation Tower really has such a plan, then you can set up a roadblock to seize them, threaten and blackmail them, or even send someone to rob and kill them halfway."
The scene of Trentida speaking up for him in the Hall of Heroes and facilitating the king selection was still vivid in his mind. But Thales just shook his head and waved away the sincere apology to the Archduke with the Bowl Cut.
"Since there's profit to be made, why not?"
At this moment, the way Koshder looked at him became interesting, a little more lively, and no longer so cold and indifferent that strangers could not get close to.
But Thales changed the topic.
"But you can also let them go all the way, and even take the initiative to reinforce them, making them more and more dependent on the benefits of your supply line. For the past few decades, this is how King Nuven dealt with Elaphure City."
Thales said coldly.
The playfulness in Koshder's eyes gradually disappeared and was replaced by seriousness.
"First clear the roadblocks, re-establish the trade route, and generously transport and provide strong support."
Thales gently reached out and slowly closed his hand in the air.
"Wait until they get used to being intoxicated and deeply dependent, then slowly withdraw and gently strangle their necks."
He suddenly clenched his fist!
"Just like that, Elaphure City is in a dilemma, at the mercy of others, suppressed by Dragon Clouds City, and unable to fight back."
Koshder frowned fiercely.
Thales put down his palm and looked up with a smile.
"Advance or retreat, attack or defend, it's all up to you."
The Duke of Star Lake happily bowed.
"Happy Holy Pursuit, Sir Koshder."
At least, this was what he could do at the moment.
Thales thought sadly in his heart.
But just as he turned around, the One-Eyed Dragon spoke softly behind him.
"So.
"The Born King," Koshder paused and narrowed his single eye.
"You've learned a lot from him?"
The Born King.
Thales' heart tightened for no reason.
It was as if he had returned to that night, watching King Nuven calmly stretch out his hand and reveal the Ring of Triumph.
"No."
For some reason, Thales subconsciously denied it. He was resolute.
"I've known him for less than a day."
"What learning?"
Koshder leisurely walked to him and stared at him for a long time.
Only then did he speak faintly.
"Why?"
Although the other party's reference was unclear, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.
Thales looked up, still smiling. "As a thank you gift."
"Thank you for being honest with me six years ago."
The duke thanked him with more or less sincerity.
"Indeed, in these six years, I've seen a lot, and I've grown a lot."
Honest.
Koshder continued to stare at him deeply, not saying a word.
It was as if Thales was a boulder, and he wanted to carefully carve it with his gaze.
"Six years ago, what happened in the north changed everything, right?"
'Changed everything?'
Thales' mind darkened.
"Yes."
"The Born King is no longer here."
Nuven the Seventh.
As the years passed, the influence became more apparent. Thales became more emotional.
That morning, Eckstedt lost …
Not just a king.
Recalling the voice and smile of that unparalleled overlord, the teenager said absent-mindedly,
"And on the vast continent, ten bloodthirsty beasts that were once firmly tied to him, obedient and suppressing their instincts …
"Are fighting to come out of the cage.
"Hungry and picky.
"Fight to the death."
From the Old Crow's point of view …
Might even bring harm to his neighbors.
Endless harm.
Koshder stared at him closely.
"No."
"Didn't you see? Six years ago, this wasn't the only incident that affected the Western Peninsula. "
Thales snapped out of his daze and was puzzled.
'What?'
"Compared to a certain king who made a ruckus for a while, he was buried in a coffin …"
Koshder walked forward slowly, clasped his shoulder, and lowered his voice.
"More importantly …"
The next moment, the One-Eyed Dragon's pupils shrank. Thales felt his jaw tighten!
Koshder's left hand gently pinched Thales' lower jaw, and lifted the prince's face before his eyes.
Not far away, Doyle and Glover were both shocked. They were about to step forward to stop him, but were held back by Mallos.
"Six years ago, a young planet went through baptism and shed its dust."
The Duke of Star Lake was stunned. He watched as Koshder's single eye pressed against his pupil, and listened to Koshder's deep and subtle voice seep into his eardrums.
"Slowly rising …"
That terrifying eye seemed to contain countless mountains and valleys, standing tall and majestic.
"Shining with a strange light …"
Following their master's words, the peaks broke through the fog and went straight into the sky.
"Shining with brilliance."
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The prince, who was stunned by the peaks in Koshder's eyes, suddenly woke up.
'Oh no, everyone's watching. If someone sees this …'
Thales, who felt that he was no longer a child, blushed. He shook off Koshder's finger and took a step back, feeling very awkward.
"You … that … I … can't …"
Behind him, Doyle and Glover looked at each other, while Mallos furrowed his eyebrows.
But the Duke of Land of Cliffs did not give up. He moved forward steadily, looking rather aggressive.
"Young Star, return to your position." Koshder's expression was calm, but his words were ancient.
"Updated daily."
Until the One-Eyed Dragon's tone changed, like a sudden change of water flow, turbulent and thrilling.
"When will you reach the center of the sky and shine in the galaxy?"
'When will you reach the center of the sky and shine in the galaxy …'
The Duke of Star Lake's heart skipped a beat.
Thales steadied his footsteps and calmed his sudden panic.
"Your attainments in the Ancient Empire's grammar are profound." The prince took a deep breath and managed to adjust his mood, avoiding the other party's implied topic.
"Unfortunately, grammar is not my forte."
Koshder stood still, ignoring the surprised gazes of others, and locked his single eye on Thales.
A few seconds later, he smiled darkly.
"Pardonable."
The Duke of Land of Cliffs let out a disconcerting sneer.
"If the king is well-versed in both the pen and the sword, regardless of whether it is important or trivial, he is all-rounded and proficient in everything.
"Then what is the use of us vassals?"
Thales tried hard not to interpret this sentence as having a deeper meaning, and answered hastily in embarrassment.
"So we each perform our duties and serve Constellation together?"
Koshder narrowed his eyes.
"So you agree?
"Our proposal?"
Thales' heart tightened again.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The duke put on a straight face and glanced at the people around him.
"What proposal?"
Koshder's eyes turned cold and he took a step back.
But then he looked around Mindis Hall and felt something. The corners of his mouth curled up.
"Of course, hehehehe, of course …"
Koshder first chuckled softly, then he raised his voice and sneered, showing his arrogance.
"No proposal."
"No!"
Thales felt slightly uneasy and anxious.
A second later, the Duke of Nanchester, who had laughed enough, lowered his head. His single eye was deep and penetrating.
"Only a long journey.
"The sea is boundless."
He spoke coldly with a threatening gaze, but his tone was filled with a strange satisfaction.
"And you have no choice but to leave.
"Forced to set sail."
The moment he finished speaking, the master of the land of cliffs, Nanchester of the Great Antler Deer, the One-Eyed Dragon, Koshder, turned around and left gracefully!
He rudely pushed away the two attendants who were leading the way respectfully. Looking down on everyone else, he sneered as he left.
Thales stood rooted to the ground in a daze, his clothes a little messy.
It attracted the attention of countless people.
They looked at each other.
There were countless guesses.
After a while, Doyle, who had been following Thales from a distance, carefully looked at the pondering Thales as he tidied up his clothes.
"About that, a zombie."
He poked Glover, who was equally suspicious, and whispered, "Don't worry.
"The moment he arrived, he asked His Highness if he had lost weight and was abused … and then he … he …"
"In the end, he even recited a poem to His Highness … I think I vaguely heard something like 'You agreed?' Or something like 'forced' … "
Glover glanced at Doyle. He had a rare strange expression on his face.
"You mean, that Duke Nanchester …"
Doyle found it hard to believe and his face was full of suspicion.
"His preference shouldn't be …"
Doyle glanced at Thales worriedly, then looked at the banquet hall where Koshder's back disappeared.
"Pretty boy?"
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Stealing Fragrance
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