In the meeting hall of the Palace of Heroes, everyone from the several grand dukes to the king's ministers, even the White Blade Guards and the ordinary guards of the Palace of Heroes, stared at Grand Duke Perfit.

Among them, the look from King Nunn was particularly terrifying.

Like the legendary evil dragon that chooses people to devour.

The followers behind Grand Duke Perfitt all turned pale, and many of them raised their heads, as if they were meeting for the first time. Their eyes were full of shock and astonishment, looking at their lord in disbelief.

Thales, who was watching all this, sighed slightly: "Sometimes, it's not a good thing to go too fast."

Faced with all this, the young Archduke Perfit just pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Not only that," the commander of the White Blade Guards behind him, Nikolai the Fallen Star, looked at the Grand Duke coldly, with disdain in his eyes: "When our men at the city gate stopped them...

"

"These people from Fengzhao City have no intention of responding at all, but just draw their swords," Nicolai's voice became softer and softer, and became more and more disturbing: "Until I personally killed them

The most extreme guy among them."

All the followers in Fengzhao City looked at each other with ugly faces, gritted their teeth and lowered their heads.

"Conkli? You?" Grand Duke Olesiu looked at Grand Duke Perfitt blankly: "I thought that Fengzhao City is the closest and has always been Longxiao City's most trusted assistant..."

"Obviously, the facts are different from our conjectures." Trudida beside him exhaled helplessly: "Guess, how will tonight end?"

The king's voice sounded at the right time:

"The end?" Nun VII sneered horribly, his eyes fixed on the silent Perfit: "Believe me, everyone..."

"The ending tonight will be very bad..."

No one answered the call.

Grand Duke Perfit still lowered his head and said nothing.

"boom!"

Archduke Ronnie, with a stern look on his face, slapped the table hard, and the sound echoed in the hall.

"We are from the North," Ronnie raised his head and looked at each of the Grand Dukes, his voice full of disappointment and resentment: "Not those Southern Empire people who feed on conspiracies and assassinations!"

"Uh," Thales curled his lips and whispered, "Thanks for the compliment."

"Speaking of this, I was really surprised." Grand Duke Trudida's eyes showed cunning and playfulness: "Our little guest from the stars...are you really only seven years old?"

"A little poisonous snake," Olesiu stared at Thales coldly and said, "has a special sense of conspiracy."

Thales took a deep breath.

Conspiracy? No.

He said secretly in his heart.

From the assassination of the Exter Mission, to the war between the stars and the dragon, to the battle for the Broken Dragon Fortress, to the magic gun fired at him, to Rumba, to Perfitt... everything is connected.

That wave of fluctuations surged into his brain in a timely manner, making Thales' thinking faster and clearer. Just like in the past, different elements and events were clearly laid out in front of him.

"This is not a simple conspiracy." Thales heard himself say.

"At the end of this year, a lot of things happened." The second prince of the stars closed his eyes and sorted out the things one by one in his mind. "And for Exeter, nothing is more important than the assassination of Prince Morar in the stars."

."

"However, this is not an isolated incident, but a whole set of terrifying conspiracy chains, spanning the two most powerful countries in the Western Continent."

Scenes from the past reappeared before my eyes.

The ferocious expression of the Duke of the North.

King Kessel's uncontrollable roar.

The various gazes of the princes of the stars.

The emotionless eyes of the Grand Duke of Black Sand.

The despair of Nun VII.

And now, the Exeters in the Palace of Heroes.

Thales opened his eyes gently, his eyes full of solemnity:

"This plan cleverly takes advantage of the long-standing conflict and hatred between the two countries, which was amplified by the "Fortress Peace Treaty" and has accumulated for more than ten years."

"The executors of the plan turned it into a sharp knife that stabbed each other's countries, trying to reshape each other's structure in the turmoil and reshape the situation in the Western Continent."

Everyone in the Hall of Heroes fixed their gazes firmly on Prince of Stars, and even their breathing slowed down.

Only the star deputy behind Thales, Lord Putilai Niman, frowned slightly, as if he was worried about something.

"First, he killed Prince Morar in the Star Territory, and then provoked a war between the Star and Exeter. Both sides of the Bright Star royal family suffered in the internal fight with the domestic nobles. King Kessel abdicated sadly in the defeat and denunciation, and the North

With the support of everyone, Val Arend, the Duke of the Guardian of the Realm, took over the authority and crown of the High King of the Stars with the glory of fighting against Exeter."

Thales lowered his head and spoke calmly, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

"Just like the two wings of a butterfly, this is just the one in the country of stars. As for the one in Exeter..."

Archduke Perfitt's fists clenched unconsciously.

Thales's voice continued to sound faintly:

"The death of Prince Morar deprived the Walton family of their hope of choosing a king, and King Nunn's anger became the fuel of the war. The Grand Duke of Lombard brazenly sent out troops in the name of revenge for the king. In the chaos, with the cooperation of the internal forces,

We will conquer the Northern Territory of the Stars and gain unprecedented prestige and benefits. In the end, the Duke of the Black Sand Territory will return with the glory of the battlefield and successfully elect the king with overwhelming fame."

"After the plan is completed, the stars and dragons will change their masters amid mutual hatred and be reborn from the ashes."

Thales paused and concluded softly:

"A delicate, grand, adventurous, ambitious, terrifying plan that is both creative and courageous."

The five Grand Dukes have different expressions.

Ronnie's expression was heavy, Olesio was thinking in shock, Trudida glanced sideways at the other people in the hall, and the bald old Lecco blinked, unable to distinguish his emotions.

Archduke Perfitt's breathing gradually became heavier.

"Young man, you think too much and are ambitious," Grand Duke Lecco's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and asked Perfitt: "However, by assassinating the Prince of Stars in a unnecessary way, you exposed yourself?"

Perfit didn't answer him, he just stared at the ground in trance, as if everything around him didn't exist at all.

"I think this is not unnecessary - he had to do it." Thales raised his eyebrows: "I just figured this out: the scene of assassinating me in front of the fortress was to completely destroy Lombard."

Archduke Lecco turned to him.

"According to the original plan, Lombard will ascend the throne and become King Charman - I don't know how many generations this name is." Thales turned to Perfit:

"And you, His Excellency Grand Duke Perfit, are his most secret collaborator in Exeter."

Finally, Perfit raised his head, but didn't look at anyone.

"But the problem is, this plan failed in the first step." Thales sighed.

"Prince Morar was assassinated, but Xingchen's internal response failed - my appearance prevented the Duke of the North from provoking a war as planned." He frowned, thinking of everything in the Fuxing Palace, and of the things in the fortress.

Sonia and Alaka, "Lomba also failed to unite the power of the three southern archdukes to invade the stars, let alone capture the Broken Dragon Fortress - the war between the stars and the dragons cannot begin at all!"

"The Grand Duke of Lombard cannot take the glory of conquering the North of the Stars to get the crown he is determined to win."

Archduke Perfitt exhaled gently, letting out a deep gasp.

"The worse thing is... with the failure of Val Arend in the stars, Charmaine Lombard's conspiracy was exposed," Thales smiled bitterly: "The angry King Nun will come to seek his revenge, so that

Lombardy and Black Sand collar pay the price."

"Ah," behind the long table, King Nunn stroked the black ring on his hand and added casually, "Isn't it true?"

Several princes exchanged glances.

"So," Thales nodded: "Rumba is doomed. Neither His Majesty Nunn nor Longxiao City will let him go."

Under the gazes of the grand dukes, he nodded to the expressionless Perfit.

"In this case, if Lomba is really forced into a desperate situation - how can Lomba's collaborators survive alone? According to Lomba's temperament, he will definitely drag his collaborators to hell," Thales shook his head:

"For his own survival, Archduke Perfit must take the first step to completely eliminate his past collaborators and future threats..."

The long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie snorted coldly.

"Once the Star Prince dies in the Black Sand Territory, Lumba is stained with the blood of the Star Prince..." Thales walked back to Putilai and sneered: "For the throne of the Stars, even before His Majesty Nunn takes action,

The Dukes of the Stars will come in waves and tear Lumba and the Black Sand Territory into pieces - I think the other Grand Dukes will also be happy to see this happen."

"You will be completely safe."

Prince of Stars finished speaking.

In the hall, many people sighed with different intentions, some were playful, some were regretful, some were sad, some were unhappy, and some were angry.

The next second, the young Archduke, Perfit, finally slowly turned his head, looked back and forth at Thales with his indifferent eyes that were no longer gentle and friendly, and then looked again at Nunn at the other end of the long table in front of him.

Seven generations.

"Pah, pah, pah..."
To be continued...