The nobles in the hall also unanimously placed their wine glasses on the table in front of them.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...

King Nuen raised his head again, and under the eyes of all the people in the hall, he shouted:

"come!"

"Eat! Drink! Hit! Fuck! Do whatever you want!"

In that second, Thales was truly stunned.

What the hell is this toast?

Nun VII had a fanatical look on his face, and with a rich and old voice, he shouted to all the guests in his common language with a Northland accent: "Until you lie down, roll, soften, and crawl,

Be carried out of my palace!"

"Bastards!"

After a second, the guests in the hall burst out with the same enthusiastic response, echoing throughout the entire banquet hall like a tide!

Many Northlanders waved their fists and howled like wild beasts to show their support for the king's banquet.

The guests resumed the banquet where they drank and drank.

The whole hall instantly returned to chaos, noisy and lively, and the crowds were even louder than before!

"A distinctive toast," Putilai whispered in Thales's ear: "Northern characteristics."

"You don't need to remind me about this," Thales rolled his eyes, showing a helpless expression: "I can see that."

At this moment, King Nun, who was returning to his seat, suddenly turned his head and gave Thales a meaningful look.

Thales was shocked.

He read the message from the king's gaze.

He also knew that the other party definitely did not want him to enjoy the banquet.

But before he could turn around to discuss with his subordinates, an unexpected guest came to his seat first to visit the second prince of the stars.

Thales was stunned.

Standing in front of him was a kind old woman in a red robe...

"Good night, Your Highness Thales," the other party squinted his eyes, his voice was gentle, and his smile was full of reassuring warmth: "My name is Kashan."

Thales showed a friendly smile for no apparent reason.

But before he could answer, Putilai beside him spoke first: "Is there anything special you can do?"

At that moment, Thales noticed that Putilai beside him had a very bad expression, and had even stiffened up, staring at the old woman in front of him.

The attendant behind him, Huai Ya, also lost his breath.

Thales raised a question: They seem to know this old woman named Kashan?

Before Putilai could finish speaking, his face turned pale, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing and opened his mouth: "Dear..."

"Your Excellency Scarlet Witch?"

Scarlet Witch?

Thales looked at the kind old woman in front of him in confusion.

Witch?

What the hell?

"Oh, it's just a feeling of missing family, and I especially want to ask His Highness," the kind-hearted Kashan squinted her eyes and shook her head slightly, as if she was a little embarrassed: "How is my son doing in Xingchen?"

son?

Thales was stunned again.

"Um," the second prince responded calmly with the perfect smile he learned from a certain young duke: "Who is your son?"

Kashan, known as the Scarlet Witch, smiled gently:

"Ah! Look at my memory, I forgot to mention it."

"My son, his star name is..."

The next second, under Thales' unclear gaze, the kind-hearted Granny Kashan kept rubbing her hands as if she was afraid of the cold...

He spit out a name that made him instantly change his color:

"Yodele..."
Chapter completed!