"With just a little provocation, all four Grand Dukes are suspecting and conspiring against your king?"

"I'm not dead yet, so am I so anxious to target Exeter's throne?"

Surrounded by two rows of white-blade guards and Nikolai, Nun Walton VII stepped into his council chamber with a majestic look on his face.

The king of Exeter came to the high seat on the long table under the soul-killing gun, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the four grand dukes.

At that moment, Thales suddenly realized that the old king was so tall.

Marquis Shles and Putilai also came to Thales in the crowd. The former wore his usual smile and nodded to him, while the latter pursed his lips and observed everything in the field.

The four grand dukes looked at each other with different expressions, and then looked at King Nun.

"Fuck you, kid," Archduke Olesiu sighed and stared at Thales fiercely: "Conspired with the king... to trick us all?"

"What should we do now? Your Majesty?" Ronnie sat down on the table without a care in the world: "Are you going to punish the four of us just because we came to the meeting hall to get together?"

"Or," Trudida glanced at Thales with ill intentions, sending chills down the latter's spine: "You kid over there, want to accuse us of plotting something against the throne?"

"Our entourage and guards are all above, Your Majesty," Archduke Lecco exhaled with a complicated expression, "If you want to kill us, now is an unprecedented good opportunity."

Oops.

Thales sighed, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have attracted a lot of hatred.

Thales could only smile and spread his hands: "Actually, these are His Majesty Nunn..."

At this moment, King Nun interrupted him.

"Perseus is right," King Nunn exhaled slowly, his vicissitudes but majestic voice echoed in the stone hall: "There is only one thing we have to do."

Under King Nuen's sharp gaze, the four princes were all stunned.

Just listen to the old king speaking slowly in his old but powerful voice:
Chapter completed!