"So Lumba and the Black Sand Territory are your back-up plans outside of King Nun and Longxiao City?"

Marquis Slys turned his head, opened the car door, and touched his cane on the pedal.

"You are wrong again. The backhand is not a person or thing that is 'prepared', it is a concept." Shless turned around and smiled softly, and gestured to Lumba with his palm: "His Majesty the Grand Duke has proved his worth and potential.

, so when he appeared in front of me, even if we didn't agree in advance, he would naturally become my backup."

Thales sneered disdainfully.

"Shles Bermula," his eyes went back and forth between Lumba and Sles, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What about after Lumba, have you prepared a 'backup' for him?"

Lumba raised his head slightly and cast a chilling look at Thales.

It's like looking at a dead person.

Thales's heart tightened.

"If I were you, Your Highness," Shless stepped out of the carriage without looking back and said with a smile, "I would start thinking about ways to escape instead of sowing discord in vain."

Lumba snorted coldly: "That makes sense."

Thales clenched his fists and stopped talking.

His eyes once again glanced at the densely packed soldiers outside the window.

No.

They have no chance.

His heart was filled with despair at that second.

The little slipper behind him held his arm tightly.

"Then the next thing will be left to you," Marquis Shles turned around, bowed slightly to the Grand Duke of Lombard on the ground, and smiled at Thales: "Don't worry, Your Highness, as I promised

Yes, His Excellency the Grand Duke will take you to the Palace of Heroes."

"Thank you," Thales snorted disdainfully: "Thank you for your spirit of contract."

Marquis Slys smiled with no intention of being offended at all.

Lumba stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the car door handle.

"After we're done, I will send someone to send the carriage back," Lumba exhaled a cold breath and nodded slightly to Slash with an indifferent expression: "I will remember the friendship of Zenliu Castle."

Shless exhaled a breath of hot air and watched his driver step down from the driving seat, and another soldier from the Black Sand Territory stepped forward.

"No, it's not necessary," the Marquis shook his head, his eyes passing over Lombard and the two children with deep meaning, and his tone was full of regret: "I think I don't need this carriage anymore."

Several people were silent for a few seconds.

"Farewell, Your Majesty the Grand Duke," Marquis Slys tidied up his gorgeous clothes that were wrinkled from getting in and out of the carriage, straightened his hat, and said respectfully, "I wish you all the best and all your wishes will come true."

The car door that Lumba was about to close suddenly stopped, and the Grand Duke of Black Sand paused slightly. He turned his head and looked at Shless with a stern look.

"May all your wishes come true?"

"Do you think I will succeed?" Lumba said calmly.

Thales's heart moved.

success?

What exactly do they want to do?

"Of course, you have a unique vision and magnanimity," Marquis Schles exhaled with emotion: "I am honored to be able to witness such an important and critical, magnificent and magnificent history."

Thales's heart grew tighter and tighter.

Important and crucial.

Magnificent and majestic...

history?

Lumba sneered.

"As for your future," Shless held his cane with both hands and nodded slowly, with the smile on his face as humble and respectful as ever: "I am fully confident and have no doubts."

The Grand Duke of Heisha looked at the Marquis with complicated eyes and a subtle expression, and then nodded in response after a few seconds.

"Good day, Your Highness Thales," Shless turned his head, looked at Thales who looked ugly, and also respectfully sent his blessings: "I also wish you and your maid..."

But his words made Thales feel extremely ironic:

"Everything goes well and all your wishes come true."

The doors are closed and the carriage is moving.

Only this time, the person staring coldly at Thales in the carriage was replaced by Charmaine Lombard with a cold face.

Thales took a deep breath, tried his best to be in the calmest and best state, and turned to face the Black Sand Duke.

"Little Prince, I still don't know, since when?" Under Thales's murderous eyes and the fearful eyes of Little Slippery, the Grand Duke of Lombard seemed to be absentmindedly pulling out a section of his old sword.

, his scary eyes immediately turned to the prince and the girl beside him:

"You have a maid?"

Facing the cold light of the sword blade, the little slipper's head trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!