In the corridor of the Palace of Heroes, Thales adjusted his sleeves with a headache, trying to straighten the nine-pointed star emblem from his upper arm to his shoulder, while walking beside Thelma.

"According to the experience of the past six years, the king's envoys," the second prince said with annoyance and worry: "Don't they usually arrive when the seasons change? And they usually come for..."

"To check your situation," Thelma nodded absently. She looked at Thales who was in a hurry, sighed and rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand to help him pull the shoulder badge, and said angrily: "Come to confirm a certain person."

The unlucky prince is still in the pet cage."

"Oh," Thales frowned and hummed expressionlessly, "Thanks for reminding me."

The Earl of Lisban behind him coughed slightly.

The regent silently stretched out his hand and held Thales' shoulder.

"And to monitor, remind, and warn Longxiao City that we are the biggest threat in King Charman's eyes," Lisban pushed him two steps away without leaving a trace, and said solemnly: "Even if we lose the throne in Walton,

Even when people in Longxiao City are in panic, this has never changed."

"Especially when both Canxing and Walton's futures lie in Longxiao City."

Thales raised his eyebrows and looked at Lisban, who had unknowingly walked between him and Thelma.

When it comes to dealing with Thales, Earl Lisban's attitude has always been full of alienation and vigilance, even with an unignorable hostility. However, when facing the Black Sand Territory and King Charmaine, this Nunn trusted the most during his lifetime.

The vassals and assistants rarely showed trust and goodwill towards the same enemy, and reminded Thales from time to time that they were on the same side.

Thales thought of what Putilai once told him: "If I remember correctly, Ronnie and his allies in Qiyuan City are waving flags to denounce the king's disrespect for tradition throughout the territory."

"It seems like that's Charmaine's top priority, instead of two powerless little brats?"

Selma rolled her eyes at him.

"So this is the interesting part," Lisban didn't seem to understand Thales's innuendo, his eyes swept between the two boys and girls, "Guess why they came?"

Thales exhaled: "Winning over Longxiao City, gaining support for Lombard's poor popularity in the country, and fighting against Ronnie and other opponents?"

Thelma's face darkened.

But then she took a deep breath and tried her best to show a solemn and indifferent expression, just like the past six years: "Then they made the wrong decision. Longxiao City is the force least likely to stand with him. We all know that for six years

What happened before."

"No one can forget."

When Thales thought about that night, he couldn't help but smack his mouth, and sighed: "So this is the part that I'm worried about."

Lisban snorted coldly, his eyes full of vigilance: "We will know."

The next moment, they turned a corner, and Nicolai and Justin, who had been waiting in front, nodded to them and opened a door that was very familiar to both Thales and Thelma.

Under the protection of personal guards behind him and on both sides, Prince Star walked behind the Grand Duchess and the Regent, and stepped into the oval stone hall with a solemn atmosphere.

The Hall of Heroes has changed a lot compared to six years ago. The biggest difference is that the heavy rectangular table representing the king and the nine grand dukes has been removed.

It seems that together with the rule of the born king, it disappeared into history.

There is only one simple and heavy cedar-wood heavy seat left in the hall, which is located on the three steps.

On the fireplace in the back, the famous soul-killing gun was still lying quietly on the gun stand.

Thales consciously stopped in front of the steps under the seat. Nicolai and Lisban stepped onto the first step before turning around to face the hall. Only the Grand Duchess lifted up her skirt with a serious look on her face.

, walked up the steps step by step and walked towards the seat.

The prince watched with mixed emotions as Selma skillfully and nervously sat on the chair that was almost four or five people wide and belonged exclusively to the lord of Longxiao City: she first carefully held the chair like a kitten stepping into unfamiliar territory.

He put his arms on the armrests on both sides, then took a deep breath, straightened his waist and raised his chest, looking up towards the hall with forced arrogance and coldness.

Like a lion cub that has just learned to walk, it roars immaturely at the pride of lions.

But judging from the girl's expression, sitting on it probably wasn't very comfortable.

Six years.

She's still not used to it.

Because of me, she sat in this seat.

Because of me, she has no choice.

Thelma seemed to be aware of it, and the girl turned her head stiffly to look at Thales, with a feeling of discomfort that only the prince could understand in her eyes.

For a moment, Thales didn't dare to look at the seat and its owner anymore. He turned his head slightly and looked at the floor tiles with a gloomy expression.

The next moment, the herald's powerful and melodious call sounded in the hall:

"The Viscount of Menton City from the Black Sand Territory, the king's special envoy and goose officer, the second assistant advisor of the Royal Council, Elasakambida!"

The atmosphere in the entire Hall of Heroes suddenly became tense.

Nicolai threw the knife handle behind his back to his right shoulder intentionally or unintentionally, while Lisban put his hands behind his back as usual.

The guards on both sides raised their chests, raised their heads, and pursed their lips. Even the veteran guards who had served as the White Blade Guards unconsciously adjusted their breathing and showed the most serious and fierce expressions.

They knew who was coming.

As two footsteps approached from far away, a man and a woman appeared at the gate of the Hall of Heroes.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

We haven’t seen each other for six years. Cambida, King Charman’s number one adviser, the tall lord son who once “escorted” the prince to Longxiao City with two thousand troops, seems much more mature. Compared with the military equipment at that time, he is now

His clothes were simple, but his steps were still neat, and he had a polite smile with a sense of scrutiny, which made Thales feel that he was more difficult to deal with than before.

But the most eye-catching person is not him.

Cambida's companions passed by the herald, but stopped.

"how?"

This is a short-haired female warrior equipped with light armor, her aura is no weaker than the latter. The long sword hanging on her waist has a familiar white handle.

The female warrior turned her sharp eyes and looked directly at the herald at the door:

"Isn't it customary to register female guests?"

At the far end of the hall, several people around Thelma looked at the door strangely.

The herald looked back at the female warrior alertly but without showing any signs of weakness, and snorted softly from his nose: "Welcome to the Northland."

The female warrior chuckled: "Really?"

"Even if you have been ruled by a woman for six years?"

The herald frowned and seemed to be choked by these words.

Cambida, who was walking in front, had to stop.

"Ai Xi." He held his forehead and whispered to his companion helplessly.

"It doesn't matter," the female warrior seemed not to have heard Cambida's reminder. She still stared at the disdainful herald, "I will do it myself."

The next second, the round-faced female warrior turned around and faced the entire hall!

She looked straight at the other end of the hall and spoke loudly without hesitation: "Deputy commander of the White Blade Guards from Longxiao City, Iron County, Peck Village, officer and bodyguard of His Majesty Charmaine."

"Lady Croaichmaelke!"

"Come here to meet me"

"The Grand Duke of Longxiao City!"

The female voice is round and bright, echoing in every corner of the hall.

Even for Thales, who was standing on the other side, this voice was clearly audible.

The expressions of the guards on both sides of the hall changed one after another. They looked at the deputy commander of the White Blade Guards who had signed up in surprise, as if they were looking at a rare thing in a market.

Thales frowned slightly, but then he raised the corners of his mouth.

My Lord, I have an audience with the Grand Duchess.

Six years ago, could Northlanders imagine this scene?

"Have you learned it now?"

Croash raised his eyebrows and looked back calmly at the herald who was stunned and speechless. He unabashedly snapped his fingers in front of him, waking up the distracted opponent: "And..."

"Welcome to Northland."

The herald looked at her blankly, unable to react for a long time.

Viscount Cambida sighed, closed his eyes, and urged the person behind him pitifully: "Ashe"

But before he could finish speaking, he was pushed mercilessly onto his shoulders by Crowley and staggered forward!

"Concentrate on your business," the female warrior stepped forward again and snorted: "And don't call me that again."

Cambida, who was pushed unexpectedly, smiled awkwardly, turned around and waved to the herald sheepishly: "Sorry, Ai Xi has always been more enthusiastic!"

The cold-faced Croache pushed him again, and the Viscount could only show a compromising smile, rearrange his clothes, and walk towards the hall.

On the princess's seat in the distance, Thelma frowned and looked at the two people who had just caused the commotion: "Did they do it on purpose?"

Lisban shook his head: "I don't know, but at least the viscount didn't deliberately stop it."
To be continued...