Risk of damage…”

He gritted his teeth and tried to convince himself while struggling.

Angry but unwilling.

"But I want to help him." A small female voice reached everyone's ears.

Nicolai froze.

"What?" He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at the little girl.

Little Slippery seemed a little scared, but she still suppressed her fear and moved closer to Thales.

The prince gave her an encouraging and grateful look.

Thank you.

sorry.

The little slippery head trembled slightly, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"I said, I want to help Thales," the girl said a little hesitantly and lacked confidence, "I don't, I don't want to run away anymore."

Facing everyone's strange looks, she still spoke out firmly: "We, we are from the North, aren't we?"

Nicolai and Michael were both startled.

"The descendants of Walton have never escaped from battle." The girl closed her eyes, as if she could regain some courage in this way, and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose: "Before the entire army was annihilated, Solon Vol, the King of Anger,

Dun once held an ax and fought fiercely for a whole day and night."

"In the end, he opened his eyes angrily and watched King Nightwing twist off his head - even if he failed, he would have to witness his own death with his own eyes."

The little slipper opened his eyes tremblingly, forced himself to look at Nicolai, whose eyes were as sharp as a knife, and said:

"We can't escape, and I don't want to escape either."

Hearing this, Michael suddenly laughed softly.

"You are a real Walton," the king's former officer said with sad eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking of: "This... miss."

The little slippery man thought of Alex, shrank, and retreated behind Thales, not daring to look at Michael's eyes again.

"Your Majesty's choice is indeed correct." Michael laughed sadly.

"What do you say, old friend?"

Nicolai's face gradually relaxed.

He exhaled.

A few seconds later, the Fallen Starman also laughed.

The laughter is relieved and desolate.

"Damn it," Nicolai gave Thales a hard look, and then said to Michael, "Don't you have it written all over your face?"

Michael nodded with a sad look on his face: "I'm going to let the boys prepare."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what's your plan?" Nicolai said fiercely: "I must declare in advance that I refuse to charge with a mindless wild boar, Your Highness of the Stars."

Thales narrowed his eyes: "You will be satisfied - maybe."

"We are all probably crazy." The Fallen Star snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You actually listened to two children and went to die?"

Putilai sighed deeply and took a step at this time.

His steady voice sounded: "What did Lord Hanson say?"

Putilai looked at Raphael, who had always been silent: "Does the secret department agree? This is not a simple decision - it is related to the future of the kingdom, and it is best to have the support and plans of the secret department."

Raphael instantly attracted everyone's attention.

In other words, Thales secretly thought in his heart: It was the Black Prophet who attracted everyone's attention.

The young man from the secret department frowned slightly.

"We are temporarily unable to communicate with your Lordship," Raphael said calmly, not caring about the various eyes cast on him: "So at this moment and here..."

His eyes focused: "I am the will of the secret science."

Putilai reached into his arms, took out his favorite pipe, and filled the tobacco absently: "What do you mean?"

Raphael glanced at Miranda, who just held the sword tightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

It reminded him of the little girl from twelve years ago.

At that time, she was curled up in the corner with her lips pursed and shivering.

Huddled among the dead.

Raphael chuckled in his heart.

The young man from the secret department turned his head, his eyes decisive and firm.

"Since it is the prince's decision," he still looked cynical and relaxed, but his words were very formal: "Of course the secret department will fully support it and provide all help."

Thales nodded towards Raphael.

"Besides, he's not completely unsure." Raphael glanced at Thales.

"That's all," Putilai lowered his head, lit his pipe, and said with tired eyes, "He is a shining star after all."

Thales sighed: "Lord Putilai Niman."

"Just do it," Putilai looked much calmer when he raised his head again. He exhaled a breath of smoke: "If this is your will."
Chapter completed!