"As for this matter, Bai Ren... someone from the Grand Duke's personal guard will investigate it."

silence.

After a while, Thales sighed sadly, stood up, and no longer looked at the Fallen Starman.

"Is it."

"You think you can protect her with a long sword and a shield," Thales looked at the Grand Duchess's practice and hummed meaningfully: "So you only taught her how to use a dagger."

He shook his head: "Think about it: when the enemy's sword cuts in front of her, the weak and helpless Grand Duchess only has a small dagger, which can only stab and cut."

"I can't imagine anything more cruel."

Nicolai glanced at the Grand Duchess, then turned to Thales again, with disdain on his face: "Don't worry, I will cut off his head before the enemy's sword arrives."

"Ha, that's really awesome."

Thales shook his head, with a hint of sadness in his tone unconsciously: "However, the sword belonging to Lumba has stopped at her throat, Lumba's head is still on his neck, and she is still following happily.

You learn to use daggers."

Nicolai didn't speak, but his brows tightened.

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Is this how you trained Prince Morar? Taught him to defend himself with daggers and kept him away from all dangerous secrets?"

The prince lowered his head and clapped his hands, sighing: "No wonder Morar failed to come back from the stars..."

"Women do not belong on the battlefield, and Morar is not a woman," Nicolai interrupted him coldly: "His training was much harder. He was also a courageous swordsman and axe-hand, and he failed.

It’s not because I’m not good at my skills that I came back.”

Thales crossed his arms and was silent for a moment.

"Of course, Morar," Thales shook his head, and there seemed to be something else in his eyes: "A legitimate male heir to the Grand Duke, if he is still here, then Longxiao City will probably be able to stabilize, right?

I probably won’t even need to come to Exeter.”

Nicolai snorted coldly, as if he didn't realize what the prince wanted to say at all.

"But she," Thales murmured at the Grand Duchess, as if this was just a casual chat: "She is a woman, and she is not even of Walton blood."

"That creates a lot of problems."

"She can't just know how to defend herself with a dagger, that's not enough."

"That's not something you should worry about. Just take care of yourself." Nicolai blocked his words rudely: "That's my business."

"You are really confident." Thales hummed and shook his head: "It seems that as long as you say a word, Longxiao City will become stable in an instant, and the suspicion of Lisban and others will be eliminated."

Is it.

Nicolai?

"That's it for today's lesson," Nicolai said bluntly, "Practice by yourself in the rest of the time."

Thales chuckled in his heart and shook his head: "What about a hundred times?"

But the Fallen Star just glanced at him coldly, turned around, and left without stopping.

Thales looked at his back and frowned slowly.

It's still early and the sun is still shining.

"Ended so early?" Huaiya stepped forward, took the sword and shield from Thales' hand, and asked doubtfully: "Today's training seems a little different?"

The second prince took a deep breath and shook his head gently.

"Where is it? Isn't it the same as before?"

"This overwhelming advantage," Thales couldn't help sighing as he watched the Fallen Starman's retreating figure, "Both sides are fighting."

"It's not on the same level at all."

"You don't have to compare yourself with the Fallen Star Man," Huaiya raised his eyebrows, followed the prince's line of sight, looked at the terrifying former Blade Commander, and said tentatively: "But seeing you become so optimistic, then

I feel relieved."

"It's not too bad, is it?"

Thales turned around and looked at Thelma on the other side, who was sweating profusely and practicing with a dagger. He then looked at the guards and servants with wary faces inside and outside the stadium, silently.

Not too bad?

No.
Chapter completed!