"But that was a mistake..."

"An unforgivable mistake..." Mr. Deputy Envoy gasped slightly: "This has ushered in a disaster in the north."

"The flames of war raged, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses littered the fields."

At that moment, Thales was shocked.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at Putilai in disbelief:

"What?"

King Nun's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.

[That is the assassin from your star...]

Thales stared blankly at the thin man in front of him.

Putilai raised his head, trembling slightly on the way.

His face was filled with deathly and gloomy sadness.

"I have lied to myself countless times, telling myself that it was not my fault, convincing myself that it was just an accident, just an assassin's stupid mistake..."

"I even learned to be indifferent, learn to be indifferent, and told myself: forget the past."

"But that's useless," the deputy envoy said with a gloomy expression and his tone seemed to be full of despair, "Fate is so magical, full of accidents and full of necessity."

"The sins you have committed will eventually come back to you."

"Whether you run away or not."

Thales looked at this man's confession, but his heart went blank.

He didn't know how to react.

"So, Your Highness, when I hear you say that you want to stop the war, want to change, want to redeem, want to do something..."

Putilai's eyes were red and his expression was sad and peaceful.

"I'm really happy." He said softly with a bitter smile.

Thales looked back at him blankly: "Putilai..."

Putilai took a deep breath, calmed his expression, and his eyes flashed: "Tiles Bright Star."

Hearing him call his name directly, Thales moved slightly.

Putilai looked at him quietly, his eyes firm.

The next second, Putilai slowly pressed his right chest, nodded slowly, and spoke solemnly.

"Working with you."

"I am very honored."

As soon as he finished speaking, Putilai stood up decisively, turned around and left.

Thales was left stunned.

The second prince frowned, breathing rapidly, and his thoughts were confused.

In the room, there was only the little slicker's unclear questioning voice.

A few minutes later.

Outside the Hall of Heroes, densely packed black sand-collar soldiers formed a tight defense line, vigilantly paying attention to everything around them, not even letting go of inexplicable noises in the walls, with dedicated personnel listening.

Their actions even affected the four Grand Dukes, who frequently looked at them.

Viscount Cambida calmly listened to the reports from his subordinates, nodding from time to time.

Finally, after a reward, Cambida's expression changed slightly.

He hesitated for a second, then gestured to his deputy, and decisively turned around and left.

Accompanied by a team of soldiers, Cambida walked through layers of tight defenses, responding to the salutes of his subordinates from time to time. Finally, he turned around a corridor.

In this corridor, two teams of soldiers from the Black Sand Territory escorted a prisoner to Cambida.

Cambida frowned.

"Meeting under such circumstances..." the Viscount of Menton City said calmly: "Should I be surprised?"

"Your Excellency, you have thrown yourself into a trap?"
Chapter completed!