Snapped!

Thales punched his palm into his hand, his eyes shining brightly.

"Now I understand that Lombard and the army will appear there," he breathed out: "It is because of an accident in the assassination plan: King Nun should not die in the Shield Zone, but should die in the Palace of Heroes - just like Dragon Blood

It’s just like any unexpected surprise in the plan.”

Raphael sneered silently.

"Sariton couldn't find the king in the Palace of Heroes, so Lombard had to send troops into the shield area to search for traces of Nunn." Thales clenched his fists: "After confirming that Sariton's assassination was successful, he

The first thing that comes to mind is to kill the witnesses to silence them.”

But Nicolai's face turned blue and his eyes showed pain.

"Your Majesty Nun," Meteorite said bitterly: "When he was fighting against the disaster, he should have stayed safely in the Palace of Heroes, but he chose to set off with the White Blade Guards and come outside the palace."

"He said he believed that the place where the White Blade Guards are located is the safest place in the world."

Michael lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "We have all failed in our responsibilities."

Thales' eyes darkened: "Choosing to leave the palace, although the tragedy of assassination is inevitable, may be the wisest decision the old king made before his death."

"Leaved a glimmer of hope for us."

The vigilance officer raised his hand.

"What does this mean?" Cohen waved his hands and thought hard: "Lomba doesn't want people outside the palace to know that Nunn is dead?"

Miranda raised her head, her eyes filled with coldness.

"If King Nun died inexplicably in the Palace of Heroes according to Lumba's original plan," the female swordsman asked coldly: "What will happen then?"

Putilai shook his head: "It's not what the situation will be like..."

Thales hummed, and several different high-ranking figures appeared in his mind, and he took over the words of the deputy envoy in a deep voice: "It was four friendly and amiable old friends who were also in the Palace of Heroes at that time..."

"What will happen to them."

Thales suddenly raised his eyes and looked at everyone.

"Let's go." He said firmly.

"Where to go?" Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

Thales smiled.

"Go and verify my final guess," the prince said softly: "Find Rumba's weakness."

————

At the same time, in the Hall of Heroes of the Palace of Heroes, the conversation between the five Grand Dukes became increasingly tense.

"About His Majesty's misfortune..."

Charmaine Lombard looked at the four grand dukes in front of him with a cold expression: "It seems that you have something to say?"

Ronnie from Qiyuan City snorted coldly:

"Don't treat your peers like fools."

I heard Archduke Ronny say coldly: "We are not those aristocratic backgrounds in knight novels that only serve to set off the protagonist and give him his daughter for nothing."

Lumba narrowed his eyes.

"As His Majesty's biggest enemy, Charmaine," the bearded Olesiu raised his chin, crossed his arms, and said with a serious expression, "but you knew the news of his death so much earlier than the rest of us. It's really not good.

It’s simple.”

Duke Heisha snorted softly.

"And not too early or too late, just appeared shortly after His Majesty was assassinated?" Grand Duke Trudida hid half of his face in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the brazier, touched his beard, and said in a sinister way: "It seems that the black sand collar

The horse is so fast, it can almost catch up with the dragon - how about selling me some?"

Grand Duke Lombard raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I thought," the mature and steady Grand Duke Lecco shook his head to make his bald head more conspicuous, and a pair of eyes occasionally showed a sparkle: "If you just come to talk to a few of us... you are outside the door.

Isn't it too much to bring an 'entourage'?"

Charmaine Lombard raised his head and glanced at the stone carving of Dragon Spear in the Cloud above his head.

His hand held down the old sword at his waist.

The next second, he nodded slowly.

But on Lumba's unsmiling face, his eyes became colder and colder.

"I didn't know you were starting to learn to act in stage plays," Duke Heisha lowered his head and hummed, looking around at the four of them:

"One line per person?"

boom!

Grand Duke Ronny punched the rectangular table hard, his eyes turned cold.

"Stop talking nonsense," Grand Duke Qiyuancheng said fiercely: "What are you thinking in that big head that has been blown by the wind and sand in the south for forty years?"

"Kill the king and destroy our greatest rule and tacit understanding in more than 600 years?"

"Do you think you can escape?"

The princes looked at Lombard coldly and did not answer.

Lumba also frowned and faced Ronnie's question.

A few seconds later.

"I thought you would be very happy," Lumba said softly, his voice a little hoarse: "After all, he is dead and you can finally get rid of that tyrant."

"Get rid of his officials."

"Get rid of his unreasonable demands."

"Free from his increasingly greedy desires."

"Get rid of his growing power."

"Get rid of his unreasonable dictation on the affairs of your respective territories."

Charmaine Lombard glanced at the grand dukes coldly: "Isn't it?"

At that moment, different colors flashed in the eyes of the four Grand Dukes.

There was silence for a moment.

The Grand Duke of Welland, Lebien Alessio, stepped forward.

The corners of the bearded Duke's mouth curled up, and he said in a cold tone: "But that's not how this game is played."

"You can't overturn the chessboard just because of a momentary disadvantage."

He narrowed his eyes: "You act like a desperate gambler, which makes us very nervous."

Lumba snorted coldly, seeming to be disdainful.

"nervous?"

He stretched out his palm, patted his chest, and said solemnly: "Ask yourselves, my great dukes."

"In the past thirty years, the past sixty years, and the past ninety years," Lomba said, his expression as ice-like and his words as sword-like, "Is it me or those people named Walton who have used all kinds of means and menacing methods?

The king, who is almost suffocating you due to the general situation, is making you even more nervous?"

The Grand Dukes did not speak. Years of experience have long made them accustomed to keeping their emotions and anger hidden - not everyone is as young as Perfit.

Lumba stepped forward and walked towards the rectangular table.

"Of course, Nunn and Walton are very good at playing this game. He has kept his chessboard in good order," Lombard said coldly: "Look at that throne, it has been placed in Longxiao City.

Almost a hundred years ago!”

The Grand Duke of Black Sand waved his hand and pointed at the position of King Nuen, with cold eyes: "Don't you think it's strange?"

Archduke Olesiu sighed loudly.

"This has nothing to do with us," the Grand Duke of Wellandland walked up to him and faced Lombard without flinching: "But you have indeed broken the oath of co-ruling - His Majesty is still your co-king.

"

Boom!

Lumba took a sudden step forward!

His forehead was almost touching Olesio's.

But Olesiu did not flinch, his eyes were fierce.

The atmosphere between the two Grand Dukes was becoming increasingly tense.

"Then you should know," the Grand Duke of Lombard narrowed his eyes, and he bit the words one by one, which sounded particularly scary: "If he is still alive, in two months, my head will be put in a box.

, for you all to visit.”
To be continued...