Kingdom’s Bloodline

"The place you are going to investigate is not far away, but..."

"Dragon Clouds City has not been very peaceful recently," Da Dai pouted, shaking his head at Cohen and Miranda, "You know, Prince Moral disappeared for a month, and then there was news of his death in Xingchen, and then There are rumors that the men are gearing up and waiting to be recruited, ready to go to the south to fight against the empire."

"Immediately there was news that the fight was over."

"And today, just now, the prince of Xingchen entered Longxiao City to apologize. I heard that King Xingchen made an oath that if he dares to harm his son, then the two countries will not die?"

Cohen and Miranda exchanged a look, the former was worried, and the latter began to think.

"Hey, what are you kidding, if you come to apologize, you should look like you are apologizing! Can people from the Northland be threatened by him?"

"If I were Your Majesty, no matter how much, hang that prince first, and then take the soldiers and horses from all over the country to fight to Yongxing City, and see what the people of the empire say!" whining.

"But that prince is only seven years old... he is only eight years old after the new year." Cohen stammered.

"Seven years old?" The big belt scratched his head, as if he didn't understand the situation: "Okay..."

"Anyway, the bosses have instructed their subordinates to restrain themselves these few days. People with channels have received rumors that His Majesty Nuen is very dissatisfied with Xingchen, and that... er, seven-year-old Prince to... you know."

Miranda frowned tightly: Who is spreading these rumors?

Is it intentional to be unfavorable to the prince? Or do you want to stir up discord between King Nun and the second prince?

"Besides, Your Majesty has lost his only heir, and you can use your toes to know what kind of mentality he is now," the big belt sighed, "Let's not mention Dragon Clouds City's next grand duke and the next king election, maybe we can't do it right now." Alright, His Majesty Nuen will get angry first, alas..."

"You just said, bosses? Is it a local gang force?" Cohen asked curiously: "I heard from Kaslan that he has contacts with all major forces in the city?"

"Yeah, Caslan has a lot of face. He was so kind back then. He contradicted His Majesty Nun in front of all the courtiers, so he was expelled from the White Blade Guard." The officials in the palace, the bosses who went down to Dragon Clouds City to take their younger brothers to eat, still respect Kaslan...not to mention the many old subordinates he took care of and supported, whether they were promoted to get rich or resigned. , all of his favors are there.”

"That's why Kaslan asked you to come to me," Big Belt nodded. "I have a lot of contact with local forces, so I should be able to help you."

"Before we set off, please tell us about the forces in Dragon Clouds City," Cohen said solemnly, "This is very important."

The big belt looked at Miranda, who nodded slightly.

So the big belt spread out his hands: "Okay, let's divide them into districts..."

"First of all, the area we are in - the shield area and the hammer area are home to the aborigines of Dragon Cloud City. They may be poor, but this is the territory of Griveau and his brothers. You don't want to provoke them."

"Grivo...is he the leader of the gang? Controlling these two districts?" Officer Cohen followed his professional qualities and asked, "Even officials or guards can't intervene?"

"No, it's not the same, I mean, he is not a lord or a bureaucrat after all, and he is not qualified to take care of the affairs here, and Grewal will not deliberately provoke the dignity of nobles or officials," Big Belt explained with a wave of his hand. road:

"But Griveaux was a famous veteran before retiring, so the prestige here is very high, whenever something happens-you know, being cheated by outsiders, locals fighting, some nobleman is looking for someone's daughter , whose family is not having a good winter this year, anyway, all kinds of things have to be resolved by his people."

"Because he is willing to stand up for the poor, many people in the shield area and the hammer area are willing to believe him. And the order officials have publicly said that the existence of Griveau is to help stabilize the two poorest broken areas,

So it's also very face-saving to him-although I think it's because of Griveau's service experience. He used to be an epee infantry soldier, and many of his old colleagues are now working there, even working in the inner city and the Palace of Heroes. "

"Griveau doesn't have a specific gang or subordinates, but if he stopped on the street one morning and said 'get some help', I bet at least a dozen good guys would stop their work to help, There are more than a dozen people who will come from outside the city in an hour. If he waits until the afternoon, he will be able to form a large team - and half of these people are people who have served in the army of Dragon Clouds City , physically strong, able to eat and fight."

Miranda frowned, while Cohen, who had experience as a security officer, nodded, digesting the local gang organization form that was completely different from Yongxing City.

"As for the Sword District, Bow District, and Armor District, there are many merchants, a lot of goods, a lot of residents, and enough profits, so it's a bit complicated."

"The markets in the Sword District are all civilians who come from outside the city or even further away. Even Xingchen's caravan is selling goods. The person who speaks there is named Urad. He has an official identity and is in charge of the Dragon Clouds City market. At the same time, there are people behind the scenes, but not as many and as strong as Griveau." The big belt shook his head:

"It is said that he has contacts with Xingchen's Black Street Brotherhood, doing some gray business, and earning some oil and water by relying on the embargo between the two countries - he doesn't come out much, but everyone is quite afraid of him .”

"Black Street Brotherhood?" Cohen was intrigued by the name: "Has their business expanded to Exeter?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard of this name at all a few years ago. At that time, I had to find the Blood Bottle Gang to deal with things in the south." The big belt shrugged, expressing helplessness: "But one day, the Brotherhood seemed to suddenly emerge from the ground. As if they had just popped out, they swaggered into Dragon Clouds City, and sat down to negotiate with Urad and Griveau, at that time we all thought that these outsiders, southerners, and imperialists were going to come in to grab the territory and fight."

"But the last two bosses didn't say anything, and the Brotherhood didn't settle down in Dragon Clouds City. It's just that there are more Brotherhood channels in the local business."

"Let me tell you, their business is expanding fast in this way, but it is not stable enough. Neither Urad nor Griveau trust them very much—like this time, when there is news of war between the two countries , Urad shut down his smuggling channel, whether it was the Brotherhood or the merchants and businesses they covered, all disappeared."

"It's expanding so fast..." Cohen narrowed his eyes: "Maybe their purpose is not to develop steadily, or even to do business or grab territory?"

"Hey, it's impossible," the big belt smiled incredulously: "A gangster who doesn't grab territory, doesn't fight for profits, and doesn't do business, is that still called a gangster?"

"And in the Dragon Wing Square in the Sword District, there are traveling merchants from Comus and some quick-witted Northlanders gathering from time to time—from noble lords to outlaws, those people have ways to get in touch with them. In addition, their goods are very popular with the locals, so the rhythm of these places revolves around them, and there are many special shops and places, you know," the big belt puts on a wretched "men know it" With a smile, he stretched out his hands in parallel and grabbed them back and forth like apples in the air:

"Soft and wet..."

Cohen lowered his head and smirked very cooperatively, while Miranda snorted coldly.

"Anyway, some chambers of commerce composed of Comas people and Beidi people took root in Longyi Square."

"The Bow District, especially along the Xichi Avenue, is even more peculiar. Simply put, there are things in other districts, and the Bow District will have some, such as rough workshops, small shops, etc., while the Armor District has There are a large number of workshops and local shops, the relationship between these two districts is very chaotic, it is hard to say what kind of power exists, but if anything happens, they will find a Far Easterner to mediate."

"People from the Far East?" Cohen and Miranda cast puzzled eyes on the big belt together.

"Yes, from the Far East, a butcher shop owner named Gu, who took root in Dragon Cloud City more than ten years ago." The big belt shrugged, indicating that he didn't know what to do: "He doesn't seem to have much influence, but he has a wide network. , From the Commas merchants to the Northlanders, and even the stars, they can talk—he is also the first to know if there is any trouble, so he is not only a middleman, but also an intelligence dealer."

"As for places like the Arrow District, the Spear District, and the Ax District, you have to go up several distances. People who can live there are powerful and powerful, and they are patrolled by guards when they come back. Dude, you have to be careful when you go to these districts."

"And the location Kaslan mentioned, which is the destination of your trip, is in the Kai District where the Far Eastern butcher's shop is located." Big Belt said: "I heard from acquaintances that some new faces have come there recently. Think maybe this is the person you're looking for?"

That was the place where Croaish was ambushed during the pursuit, Miranda tapped the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"Is there anything suspicious about that location?" Cohen asked nervously, "For example, has there been a battle? In the night, a battle between dozens of swordsmen? Maybe there is also the end swordsman?"

"Fight? End the swordsman?" The big belt pondered for a while: "I haven't heard of it. After all, it is not our territory, and there is not enough information."

The big belt let out a breath: "I suggest you go to the consultant. You can't hide any troubles in his territory from the Far Easterner—of course, you have to spend money to buy information."

"Okay," Miranda nodded, with a solemn expression: "We'll set off right away."

At the request of the big belt, Cohen and Miranda walked out of his house.

"The street and underground forces in Dragon Clouds City are somewhat chaotic, not as clear as the two major forces in Eternal Star City, and not as strong as Brotherhood and Blood Bottle Gang."

"But these are our most important sources of news. After all, the sword of disaster is hidden in the dark, and the chaotic situation also allows us to take advantage of it." Walking on the street, watching people coming and going are talking about today's stars When the prince entered the city, Cohen rubbed his chin worriedly:

"Big bosses for the poor, half-black and half-white smugglers, profit-seeking chambers of commerce, intelligence dealers and middlemen in the Far East—unfortunately, the arrival of Prince Thales has made the situation in the city even more tense, and these locals will be even more tense. If we are cautious and restrained, we will be more vigilant against outsiders, and it may not be easy for us to find clues."

"I still have to ask that man from the Far East." Miranda's eyes moved, and the subject changed: "Have you met him, our second prince?"

"Of course! In the Hall of Stars, that child's performance when he faced the six Dukes..." Cohen, who was beaming with joy, suddenly faltered as he spoke.

He realized the same period in front of him, the identity of Miranda Arend, and her... father.

"Eh..." Cohen rubbed his head awkwardly: "He's not bad anyway, it should be a good thing that the Canxing royal family has someone to succeed..."

"Yeah." Miranda's expression remained unchanged. She walked past a dilapidated tailor shop, nodded and said, "That child is very impressive, and it was the same in Broken Dragon Fortress."

Thales Canxing, the image of that black-haired boy appeared before his eyes.

Right now, he should be negotiating with the ruler of Exeter in the Palace of Heroes.

And he, one day, will be our king.

Miranda frowned, and slowly squeezed the thumb and index finger of her right hand.

The king who is loyal to the North.

Having known each other for many years at the same time, they knew each other very well. Cohen couldn't help but sigh when he saw Miranda's situation.

"Miranda, things have been too urgent these days, and I haven't had time to ask you, but," Cohen whispered, "Are you okay?"

Miranda raised her head sharply, her eyes shot at Cohen.

Cohen glanced left and right, and led Miranda to a large signboard of a tavern. He hesitated and said with hesitation: "I heard from the old man about your father. About him and those Exeters... ..."

"There is nothing to say, people always have to pay for what they do." Miranda's reaction was so fast that even Cohen was startled, and the female swordsman frowned, saying firmly: "For more than ten years, I I didn’t see him much, and I didn’t have a deep impression on him, so this incident didn’t affect me at all.”

Cohen didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.

Really?

A long time ago, he heard from Raphael what the girl in front of him had experienced in the bloody year.

I also know that she was sent to the Tower of the End by her father early on.

But now she...

"So," Cohen touched his head awkwardly and decided to advance the topic, he asked: "What to do after that... I mean, I know you have a lot of distant cousins, and they also have the surname Arend. If your father is killed Deprived of the title..."

"The kingdom is not without the precedent of a duchess or even a queen," Miranda's eyes flashed sternly: "And I am the real Arend, the most orthodox and only heir to the Guardian Duke of the North, such as the one named Tyre As the prince of Si - even His Majesty Kessel cannot deny it."

Although... the last name is too heavy.

Cohen pursed his lips, his face full of worry: "Miranda, you know, you are not alone."

"I am your trustworthy friend. Although Croath and Misadon are from the Northland, this cannot change our friendship. You still have Teacher Chatier, and maybe Lord Sonia in the fortress. And , that kid Raphael..."

Cohen's voice instantly weakened.

He realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

The security officer's voice changed, and he said embarrassingly: "Anyway, I know you are very strong, whether it is swordsmanship or other things, but you don't need to face so much alone..."

But Miranda cast her sharp eyes instantly.

"When you came back this time, you have been deliberately avoiding Raphael's name—until now." Miranda narrowed her eyes.

Cohen's face froze, his heart beating wildly.

Why is this guy so sensitive?

"I didn't avoid it on purpose... I was afraid that you would be sad. After all, you grew up together and were trained together, and he left without saying goodbye..."

But before he could come up with an excuse, the serious Miranda got straight to the point: "He's back? Looking for you?"

"No way, he will definitely look for you first when he comes back. After all, you are a couple..." Cohen rubbed his head, laughed and said: "By the way, speaking of this, I think my closest girlfriend is still good." Not bad! Did you know that I met a cool girl in Wangdu, who is as fast as lightning with two knives in one hand..."

"You have the same habit as Master Jedi," Miranda sighed, and interrupted Cohen: "Every time you feel embarrassed, you will touch your head."

Cohn's hand on his head froze.

"Then change the subject with mindless nagging."

The blond police officer lowered his head in annoyance.

"Korn Karabyan, we need to talk after we settle the matters before us." Miranda looked serious. She grabbed the saber and tapped Cohen's shoulder with the hilt:

"About Raphael—and what you're hiding."

Cohen bared his lips and slapped himself on the forehead in pain.

This is what Master Shao said: Weaving a cocoon, but trapped yourself in it?

"Let's go back to our current mission. Cohen, do you feel it?" Miranda said indifferently, "From the Sword of Disaster, to King Nunn, to the rumors in the city, and the murder of Prince Star, there is something wrong."

"Huh?" Cohen, immersed in frustration, raised his head for no reason.

Miranda tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword, lost in thought:

"The second prince of the stars went to Exeter and was assassinated not far from the fortress. The matter was related to the sword of disaster."

"So, Kaslan, the former leader of the White Blade Guard and old acquaintance of Master Shao, sent a letter to the Tower of the End, and we were ordered to come."

"And the second prince is now in Dragon Clouds City, facing King Nuen, who is Kaslan's old employer."

"Coincidentally, Kaslan also found clues to the Sword of Disaster in Dragon Clouds City."

In Cohen's eyes, Miranda, who has always been keen, has sharp eyes and a vigilant tone: "What a coincidence, everything comes together."

Mess up.

But there seems to be a thread running through the center, connecting everything.

Cohen looked at her stupidly.

Although I can't understand what Miranda is saying... Cohen thought.

The female swordsman suddenly raised her head: "What do you think?"

A second later, the security officer who reacted immediately coughed twice in embarrassment: "Oh! Yes!"

But it feels so awesome...

"Me too... I have a feeling, that, something is wrong!"

Anyway, I just need to nod in agreement...

"Behind this, I really feel it," Cohen took a deep breath, his eyes became capable and sharp, and his face showed the shrewdness and seriousness unique to a police officer. He beat his palms rhythmically and spoke softly :

"There must be a huge conspiracy!"

Seeing Cohen's appearance, Miranda sighed helplessly, closed her eyes and shook her head.

No.

The idiot.

It was strange that he could feel it.

—

The bearded man gritted his teeth and looked at Thales in disbelief.

Jarhead looked at King Nun in surprise, and then at Thales.

The bald and long-haired men looked at each other and found each other frowning.

The brown-haired young man stared at Thales with a strange expression, hesitating to speak.

Bet right.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

He doesn't know what the current situation is like, he's not sure whether Nunn's attitude towards him has changed, and he doesn't know the characters and characteristics of the Grand Dukes...

but……

Thales smiled, raised his head, and glanced aggressively at the five grand dukes.

None of them dared to bear the blood debt of killing Prince Xingchen alone.

Kessel took the oath of the throne, and the shield forged for him is still strong.

Previously, when King Nun asked him to commit suicide, the princes were all optimistic.

But if this "honour" comes to them themselves...

It's like a class of people who want to do a bad thing and avoid bearing the consequences, they often either do it secretly, or make a collective booing on the surface.

But no one would dare to go it alone.

"Young bastard of Canxing," said the bearded man with fierce eyes, as if the enmity with Thales could not be solved: "We have heard your story for a long time, you are treacherous and cunning, and you are so deep-minded that you don't look like a The child... it seems that he is right."

"That's enough, let's stop here with the temptation of the seven-year-old child," Jarhead said with a playful expression, "I'll bet the six counties in the territory of the Reconstruction Tower that this kid will definitely become our confidant in the future."

Probing? Thales frowned.

But the words of the pot head were interrupted immediately.

"No."

"It's really an interesting idea." Under the surprised eyes of all the grand dukes, King Nuen broke the silence for a while, with a cold light in his eyes: "Duel."

"Where did you hear that statement?"

Thales slowly regained the sense of security in his heart. He breathed steadily, and said to King Nuen: "Your king selection meeting, and the duel for the succession of the black sand collar."

"Heisha leader, hum!" Nun VII did not hide the hatred on his face: "That bastard Rumba even asked me to provide a garrison and supplies for the team escorted by Heisha leader."

The Grand Dukes quickly exchanged glances.

This reminded Thales of the "collaborator" of the Grand Duke of Black Sand.

"False and ridiculous guy," King Nuen said gloomyly, "Don't he know that half of my blood debt is on him?"

The expressions of the five princes remained motionless.

King Nun's face was solemn, he clasped his palm on the table, and the ring on his hand made a sharp sound.

"Boom!"

Everyone was taken aback.

"Duel, why not."

Then, amidst the wonderful faces of the princes, King Nuen turned to them: "Among you, is there anyone willing to fight on my behalf to prove your loyalty to the king?"

"Stained with his blood, you should be able to let go of your scruples and stand with Longxiao City, right?"

Thales gritted his teeth.

But he seems to have gradually grasped Nunn's rhythm.

The looks of the princes became extremely strange.

But King Nun did not give them a chance to speak back.

"Rebion Olesi, my loyal Grand Duke of Wellandland," King Nun turned to the bearded beard who had always been full of malice towards Thales, and said lightly: "Go, in the duel, bring me Come to victory and vengeance."

Welland collar... Thales kept him in his heart.

Three hundred years ago, the place where the Battle of Dawn took place.

Grand Duke Olsio looked at King Nun and then at Thales.

The traverser watched his expression change again and again.

"I thought you were just testing him just now...Nuen," Grand Duke Olsio frowned deeply: "Our previous discussion has made it very clear that everyone is willing to swallow the meat of the stars, but no one wants to see An all-out war with no end to death...Are you really going to kill this prince here?"

Thales felt relieved.

test...

It's really a test.

His life... seems to have been saved.

But he was taken aback immediately.

Listen to what this means, just now these six people have been discussing the matter of sending troops to war?

"Isn't that bad? I even sent Nikolai ahead of time to tie him to Dragon Clouds City and parade him in the streets!" Nunn showed a frightening and crazy smile: "Anyway, Walton is doomed to lose his orthodox heir." Fading, one last thing for Exeter, okay?"

The faces of the five grand dukes became increasingly ugly.

Thales tried to put himself into the situation of the Grand Duke, which is understandable.

Because the Star Kingdom, which had no heirs before, faced almost the same situation.

A king whose behavior is unpredictable.

"Olsho, what he is holding is your sword after all," King Nun continued quietly: "Moreover, more than six hundred years ago, it was Tormund Canxing who brought his army to kill your sword." Family, did you drive Olesiu from the ancient chauvin land ruled by generations to the north, and build Eternal Star City in your family's old land?"

"Killing him must also honor your family?"

Olsio laughed.

"If you raise your troops to go to war—Whelanland is willing to advance and retreat with Dragon Clouds City and serve under the banner of Dragon Spear, my Majesty the King," Olsio slowly stroked his beard and shook his head: "But definitely not In this way...you can't force me to carry the blood on your back."

"Hmph, dear Grand Duke Aurelius, don't you want to carry blood?" Thales sneered, and replied to what he just said: "Isn't it because I'm afraid of death after talking so much?"

Olsio paused, looking at Thales with an increasingly unkind expression.

King Nun sneered, and turned to the mocking and merciless Jarhead: "What about you, Grand Duke of the Reconstruction Tower, Perseus Trudida? Kill him, and we will stand together from now on."

Rebuild the tower...Tils suddenly remembered the story of the Rumba.

"I refuse." Grand Duke Trudida with the pot head reacted very quickly, "You can't ask me to do this,"

He shook his head vigilantly and said: "Trudida supports the war against the stars for only one reason: that is, rebuilding the tower can obtain the greatest benefits in the war. But if I kill this kid myself, I will be forced to bear the burden." The hatred of the enemy is obviously not worth the candle."

"The cheapest war caused by this must be the Rumba, and the blood debt will always be borne by that murderer." Trudida raised his hand and laughed: "We will only send troops if there are benefits and no risks, otherwise we will send troops." Why are you wading through this muddy water?"

"You are the most honest man I have ever met, Trudida," the bald Grand Duke sighed, and before King Nun could speak, he replied: "Your words are both selfish and reasonable It is true, therefore, I cannot refute it."

"For the same reason, I, Rogers Lyco from the Siege City..." the bald Grand Duke Lyco said indifferently, turning his head, a bright flash of light reflected from the top of his head: "Anyway, whoever wants to kill him will go - for no reason All-out war is still a trivial matter, and I don't want to get Canxing's blood debt."

Thales watched these grand dukes with cold eyes, watching them arguing in front of His Majesty and outsiders as if no one else was there... It was like the neighbor aunt chatting after meeting downstairs in the previous life.

Moreover, this scene...

Thales frowned: Why is it so familiar?

"Okay, I can feel the weight of the Northland," Thales chuckled, looked at the bald Grand Duke Lecco sarcastically, replied with the same words, and looked at the bearded Grand Duke Olsio contemptuously : "And your way of the Northland."

Neither of the two grand dukes answered him, they just turned their eyes away.

"Hmph, if this kid didn't come to apologize, we wouldn't have to be so embarrassed, right?" Nun VII sneered, "Will you all send troops to the south under the banner of avenging my son?"

The princes did not answer.

But Thales already knew the answer.

"Kulikun Ronnie?" King Nuen looked at the long-haired man, and said slowly, "Go and kill him, and Dragon Clouds City will fully support the benefits that the Ronnie family can gain in the war."

"Doing this kind of thing to a child who hasn't grown hair on the bottom is simply tarnishing my honor," the long-haired man, Grand Duke Ronnie, snorted fiercely: "Although Qiyuan City is far away from the threat of the stars, the Ronnie family also has own pride."

The more Thales listened, the more obvious his feeling became.

The way the grand dukes spoke to the king...

Through the most intuitive and direct contact, he quickly realized that Exter and Xingchen were essentially different in the relationship between the king and the vassals.

The grand duke and the king are almost equal, and those who are acquainted and powerful are even rude to the king.

Compared to the stars... Thales remembered that in the Hall of Stars, the vassals of the six wealthy families and the thirteen noble families knelt down and kissed Kessel's ring.

It seems that the Grand Dukes of Exeter really formed their own country, and the power in their hands... far exceeded our expectations. Thales remembered Puttilai's evaluation.

I'm afraid it's the same in terms of strength.

"enough!"

The last young brunette sighed,

"I am the lord of Fengzhao City, Conkly Perfet, Your Highness of the Stars, I am sorry for letting you see this scene." He said to King Nuen: "Your Majesty, I understand your fury, but please also consider the future of the kingdom... The Prince of Stars is already here, we have lost the legitimate reason to send troops, and killing him will only make matters worse. "

Nunn didn't answer.

After he glanced around at the Grand Duke and Thales again, he spoke in a low voice.

"You are really a bunch of cowards," Nun VII said solemnly: "Even I agree, but you are still timid about war, and you dare not even touch the blood of a child."

It is because of your approval that it is suspicious.

Thales said silently.

"Northern has never been proud of killing children." Grand Duke Ronnie of Qiyuan City responded lightly.

"Very well, let's end the meeting." King Nuen said with a cold face, ending this weird meeting. He looked at Thales, with merciless indifference and hatred in his eyes: "Will that ridiculous Put down your sword, Star Prince, you don't need it at night."

"Ah?" Thales was taken aback: "The occasion at night? What occasion?"

"What else is there?" The king of Exeter stabbed the five grand dukes coldly, "Since these cowards are unwilling to pay the price, what choice do we have?"

"Go get ready and come to your welcome dinner."

"Thals Canxing."

The king left the last sentence in the most annoying tone, and left his seat without looking back.

The Grand Dukes looked at each other and stood up with different expressions.

Thales stared blankly at everything in front of him.

This is... the end?

"I said," the bearded Grand Duke of Welland, Olesiu walked in front of Thales, his expression still ugly: "How long are you going to hold my sword?"

"Clang!"

The sword in Thales' hand just fell to the ground.

His palms were numb.

It wasn't until Thales walked out of the stone hall without incident and saw Lord Michael who was waiting for him that he realized that in such a cold day, he had unknowingly broken out in a cold sweat.

Even the legs are almost not their own.

Thales pressed his knees as if he had just finished a cross-country run, and exhaled deeply.

damn it.

Northerners.

"Please come with me, Your Royal Highness," Lord Michael said expressionlessly, "I will take you to your room and get ready for the dinner tonight."

"Your entourage will also be at the banquet."

Thales raised his hand suddenly, stopping Michael's movements.

"Before that, can you take me to find Lord Nikolai and Marquis Shiles?" Thales showed a strange smile under Michael's meaningful eyes: "Before arriving at Dragon Clouds City Along the way, I have been taken care of by both of them a lot."

"Huh?" Michael said softly, expressing his doubts.

"For the deep kindness of the two of them," Thales' expression became ugly, he raised his head, and said firmly: "I must thank them both face to face, sincerely, seriously, carefully, and vigorously."

... the whole family.