The dining room fell into silence again.

Until the girl broke it.

"So, you deliberately angered Longxiao City this afternoon, letting everyone see your rudeness," Thelma frowned: "Are you preparing for this step?"

Ian blinked happily.

The Grand Duchess was thoughtful: "Proposal, is this feasible?"

"I'm still saying the same thing, if you marry someone else," Ian glanced at Thales intentionally or unintentionally, and patted him on the shoulder: "Then what will 'we' do?"

Thales felt that Selma's eyes glanced at him from time to time.

That look was the helpless look that the little girl had cast towards him hastily in the library, in the Hall of Heroes, in the Shield Area, in the cell, in front of the five Grand Dukes.

Thales is both reassuringly familiar and embarrassingly unfamiliar.

but……

[But, Thales Bright Star, what am I to you? 】

He could only continue to maintain his serious face and not respond.

After the Grand Duchess, Ian also set his sights on Thales.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

It seems like a century has passed.

Thelma still stared closely at Thales.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Ian, who finally couldn't bear the atmosphere, put on a puzzled expression, raised his hands and shook them: "Or... shouldn't I leave?"

Under the pressure from the two of them, the prince finally relaxed.

He gave a faint smile and nodded slightly to the Grand Duchess.

"Sooner or later you will have to face this storm," Thales said softly, "You are the Grand Duchess."

"This has to be you, your own decision."

"Become who you want to be."

Thelma paused slightly.

After listening to the prince's words, she lowered her head and fell into deep thought.

Ian on the other side frowned and his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

After a few seconds, Thelma looked up.

She looked at Ian, as if she had made up her mind, and spoke decisively:

"What do you need?"

At that moment, as if a floodgate had been opened, Thales let out a breath.

Ian showed a satisfied smile.

"We need an occasion where all your vassals, I mean powerful vassals with fiefdoms, military strength, and ambition, can all attend."

Ian mused: "The sooner the better, so as not to give them a chance to make arrangements and not give the Black Sand Leader time to counterattack."

"We will be there to cut your ropes and break your chains."

"the same as you."

Thelma only pondered for a few seconds and then spoke quickly.

"The hearing day is still half a month away," she replied simply and neatly: "But I will discuss it with Charles, and we should be able to mention it in a few days. Under normal circumstances, the earls send officials to attend, but I can

Send a letter and invite them to discuss sending troops."

This was the first time that Thales had seen such a resolute side of Thelma.

It surprised him.

"So," Ian's eyes showed a strange color, and he tilted his head slightly: "We have reached an agreement?"

"Madam...oh no, Her Excellency the Grand Duchess of Longxiao City?"

Thelma looked at him and nodded slowly: "Of course, His Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City."

Thales curled his lips and felt a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

It's like he's lost something.

"Very good." Ian put away his expression and stood up slowly.

At that moment, Thales had an illusion: His Excellency the Viscount's temperament began to slowly change.

Ian raised his right hand, stretched it across the table, and pointed it into a palm.

"Ian Roney," at this moment, his expression showed neither unnecessary laughter nor deliberate seriousness, only pure indifference: "For our alliance."

Thales looked at him silently.

Looking at Ian with an indifferent expression.

Maybe.

This is the real him.

The real Ian Roney.

The Grand Duchess took a deep breath, stood up with a stiff face, and stretched out her palm towards Ian.

"Thelma Walton," the girl said coldly, "for our goal."

But when her palm was about to touch Ian, it stopped mid-air.

Ian was slightly startled.

Selma slowly turned her head and looked at the only person left in the field.

That foreign prince with a complicated expression.

Ian reacted, smiled suddenly, and looked at Thales.

Now it was Thales' turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Do I want it too?" he asked in astonishment.

"You are a witness to this covenant, Thales, don't underestimate yourself," Ian chuckled: "Or do you want to be an outsider who listened to the whole conspiracy but remained indifferent?"

Thelma looked at the prince expressionlessly. Although her eyes were complicated, she didn't leave for a moment.

Thales sighed and stood up helplessly.

"Tiles Bright Star," the prince followed the actions of the five grand dukes in his memory to swear an alliance, stretched out his right hand, and subconsciously closed the palm of Thelma opposite him: "For..."

He pondered for a moment before saying in a cold voice: "For our common enemy."

Ian looked at the two clasped palms and raised an eyebrow.

He sighed and shrugged, and closed the back of Taylor's hand from the outside.

The three palms were clenched together and shook vigorously in the air.

The covenant is reached.

"And you also have to attend, Thales. It can't be just us and Longxiao City. There must be outsiders with sufficient status to witness it, putting considerable pressure on them." Ian let go of his hand and gestured towards the south.

: "But inviting the Black Sand Leader is obviously a bad idea."

Thales frowned: "Do you need anything else?"

"No, the faster, the shorter, and the simpler," Ian pursed his lips, seeming a little uneasy: "The greater our winning rate."

But after a few seconds, the serious Ian showed his true colors and replied with a smile:

"Of course, or our Star Prince can also write a letter and ask the Star Kingdom to send troops from the Western Wasteland, cross the Great Desert, and attack the Freedom Alliance from the south?"

"And we are under attack from the east and south," Ian laughed, and picked up another piece of cheese, which lightened the atmosphere a lot: "It won't even take two months for the war to be over."

Thales rolled his eyes.

Yes, then I will be in trouble with Exeter as a hostage. Guess, will Lombard publicly order the execution or just hire an assassin?

"I think, compared to the stars," the prince said angrily, "you should ask for help from the orcs in the desert. This is more realistic."

Ian muttered and began to fight against the cheese.

Selma, on the other hand, lowered her expression: "What are our chances?"

Ian shook his head and said vaguely: "Let's see how far we can go."

He didn't even look here, his eyes focused on the food in his hands, and his cheeks moved back and forth from chewing, but the words he said made people startled: "As I said, we are writing our own legend.

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To be continued...