An hour later, the Star Prince, who had just finished dressing up in the Blood Courtyard, was walking on the corridor to the Hall of Heroes, accompanied by Rolf and Wyatt.

Thales took a deep breath and passed by a group of guards who were staring at him with ferocious expressions. He looked at the extremely familiar layout and furnishings in the Palace of Heroes and was filled with worry.

"Are you okay, Your Highness?" This was a slightly worried Huaiya.

"It couldn't be better," Thales replied with a straight face: "Why do you ask?"

"Because when we were outside just now, Lord Putilai said that little Ronnie was here to propose marriage... If this bothers you..." Wyatt stopped abruptly. He turned his head and saw Rolf holding his hands tightly.

He clasped the ground on his shoulders, looked sternly, and shook his head vigorously.

"Look, that's the problem," Thales exhaled: "Everyone is thinking in the same direction, even you."

Wyatt and Rolf looked at each other.

"But the real problem is," Thales turned his thoughts crazily and clenched his fists unconsciously: "This is simply impossible."

yes.

Proposal.

Are you kidding me?

Just when Huaiya and Rolf were becoming more and more puzzled, dense footsteps and chatter came from behind the corner ahead.

"Oh, the pattern of the five-headed flail carved on this animal skull? I know that it was a personal emblem passed down from Nun the Smiler to Solon Walton the Big Hand six hundred years ago. At that time

Walton's logo is not the Dragon Spear in the Cloud..."

This was a slightly frivolous young male voice, seemingly looking left and right as he walked:

"Ah, this weapon must be the black-patterned sword of the 'Armybreaker' Most Nagel more than three hundred years ago?"

The Star Prince stopped.

"That's..." Huaiya said doubtfully.

They will soon have no more doubts.

"That's just an imitation," this was Nicolai's voice, but he sounded uncomfortable: "The real one was buried with Most in the cemetery of the White Blade Guards."

The frivolous male voice sighed: "Yeah, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed... But it doesn't matter, anyway, we will soon see the long-awaited, famous Soul Killing Gun..."

Thales narrowed his eyes: Nicolai and a group of Grand Duke's guards came out from around the corner, accompanying another group of strangers.

The moment he saw Thales, the meteorite man frowned slightly and imperceptibly.

"This is..." Nicolai coughed.

Thales focused his eyes and looked at the conspicuous and special young nobleman among the strangers, who had a knight's code emblem embroidered on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, but I know very well who I am dealing with." In the mission of Qiyuan City, the neatly dressed and plainly dressed young man also turned his head and looked at Thales intently.

He was very young, in his early twenties at most, with ear-length curly hair. Compared with the long-haired Duke Thales had seen before, his face looked much softer, and there was a strange smile in his eyes.

So, it's him.

The man who claims to propose to Thelma?

The young man turned his hidden smile into an obvious smile. He took a decisive step forward and stretched out his palm under his robe: "This is the first time we meet, Prince Thales. I have admired your reputation for a long time."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Qiyuan City envoy turned their eyes to the prince in front of them, with all kinds of emotions in their eyes.

Thales chuckled in his heart.

It turns out that I also have a reputation.

"Thank you," Thales said, smiling and holding his hand: "Then you must be Grand Duke Ronnie's son..."

The opponent's palm was very strong, and there were thin calluses on the tiger's mouth and four fingers that Thales was all too familiar with.

A well-trained noble warrior perhaps just like his father.

but……

"Ian Ronny, as the Viscount of Fengcheng under Qiyuan City, is here as an envoy to Longxiao City," a young man named Ian interrupted him with a smile and introduced himself: "Father once said,

There were many things that left a deep impression on him during his trip to Longxiao City six years ago."

"None among them is the young and clever prince."

Thales's heart moved.

Apart from being polite, he grasped the key point: Viscount Fengcheng.

Ian Roney, he has his own title and fief.

Even so young.

Even though he is already the heir of Grand Duke Qiyuan City.

This explains something more or less.

Thales let go of the other party's hand.

"Please thank your father for me," Thales suppressed the feeling of disobedience in his heart and said calmly: "I am also deeply impressed by Grand Duke Ronnie, especially his fearlessness and perseverance."

After hearing this, Ian's expression suddenly became very strange.

He took a breath and stared at Thales sideways, half-smiling.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Hehehehehe..." Finally, Mr. Ronny laughed out loud.

He shook his head with an interesting expression and said something.

This sentence was spoken very fast, and the words were sharp and harsh. Thales couldn't understand it at all.

but.

"Excuse me?" Thales asked doubtfully, "I didn't hear what you were saying clearly."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ian seemed to have just come to his senses. He spread his hands apologetically: "No, please forgive me."

"I have my mother's accent, so sometimes I'm not used to speaking with a Northland accent."

Thales's heart trembled.

Not used to the Northland accent...

But……

Ian laughed: "And what I just said is: thank you for your tolerance and generosity, so that you can describe my father's stubbornness and stupidity as fearless perseverance."

Thales was slightly startled.

Stubborn? Stupid?

It was not just Prince Xingchen who had such a reaction. Many nobles in the Qiyuan City delegation behind them had ugly expressions. There was also an older noble who coughed vigorously to remind their Lord the Viscount.

"Ah, we all know that you have a cough, old Bernie," Ian said loudly and unceremoniously without looking back, "But now that we are in Longxiao City, just restrain yourself, okay?"

"That's exactly what I want to say, little Ian," the old nobleman replied rudely: "Especially in front of Prince of the Stars."

Little Ronnie chuckled nonchalantly.

Nikolai frowned and watched the interactions inside Qiyuan City without saying a word.

"That's really... a novel comment," Prince Xingchen smiled slightly awkwardly, pretending not to notice the internal strife in the mission: "And it came from his son."

"It's not surprising. Thanks to your wit and righteousness six years ago, his stubborn head is still on his neck, instead of following His Majesty the late king to the Prison River to fulfill his loyalty and leaving Qiyuan City in the dust.

A mess," Ian laughed and waved his hands, showing a thoughtful expression:

"Of course, if it really happens, maybe I can inherit Qiyuan City earlier."

This sentence left Thales speechless again.

There was another undisguised cough in the mission, this time it was particularly loud and seemed to be very dissatisfied.

"But that's my father, a typical Northlander." Ian sighed with regret, and then immediately put on a smile: "And my mother used to say that Northlanders have all the marks on their foreheads.

There is a hole as big as a fist, facing the sky, filled with snow in spring and winter, but empty in summer and autumn, hahahaha!"

As soon as these words came out, both the Longxiao City people on both sides and the Qiyuan City envoys themselves became ugly.

Only Ian himself smiled happily.

Wyatt's eyes widened and he looked at Rolf, who made an "agree" gesture.

Thales's face twitched and he laughed out loud.

He had a feeling: This Ian Roney was really, how should I put it...

Cheating?

Thales thought of the heroic and courageous Grand Duke Ronnie, then looked at the frivolous and impetuous young man in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

"Hahahaha," the prince chuckled, "I have to say, you... really don't look like your father's son."

"ah!"

"Am I really my father's son?" Little Ronnie laughed heartily, and once again shocked everyone: "Well, this is also the doubt that has troubled my father for many years. Let me tell you, no wonder my mother died so early. Could it be for
To be continued...