Ian frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something: "You don't seem to have much confidence in us?"

Thales shook his head, showing no emotion: "Just tell me."

Ian narrowed his eyes.

"Of course not," in the end, the heir of Qiyuan City snorted: "Longxiao City is just one of them."

His face darkened: "At this time, my sister has probably arrived at the garrison city with a mission."

Thales pondered for a while.

"Guard the city, Grand Duke Lecco."

He thought of the bald old prince and the scene when he roared loudly in this hall six years ago: "Of course, twenty years ago, they were also among the reinforcements."

The prince raised his head with a worried look on his face: "But what you can think of, Lumba can also think of, just like you coming to Longxiao City."

Ian whistled and waved his hand nonchalantly: "My sister will find a way. God knows how she will use those big eyes to seduce the old bald man into sending troops, or who knows which mouth."

Thales frowned.

He noticed that Ian's eyes slowly condensed in mid-air, thoughtfully.

"You don't seem to like your sister very much?"

Ian snorted softly, seemingly disapproving of it.

"Don't get me wrong, we used to be very good friends," Little Ronnie looked at the stone carving of Dragon Spear in the Cloud above his head and snorted softly from his nose: "But now we are almost like mortal enemies."

His expression was sarcastic.

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Do you mind if I ask why?"

Ian didn't speak, he just glanced at Thales with a complicated expression.

At this moment, a louder shout than before came from the door:

"The bloodline of Nekaru and Sara"

The Northlanders in the hall all turned their heads!

With the collision of countless seats, all the Northlanders stood up.

Even the six earls are no exception.

They all solemnly clenched their right fists and pressed them firmly against their hearts.

"The Successor of the Dragonlance Family"

Ian sighed and stood up slowly.

Under the urging of countless dissatisfied looks, Thales quickly stood up.

"The ruler of Longxiao City"

Amidst the thunderous shouts, Thales looked through the layers of shoulders and saw a light figure in the gap, but he came slowly with heavy steps.

is her.

Accompanied by Nicolai, the girl he knew so well walked past the vassals on both sides and walked to her seat.

That's the only seat.

The girl's face was calm, her posture was elegant and decent, and she moved forward step by step.

"You asked me why," Ian's voice came slowly from his ears: "Look, this is why."

Prince Star was suddenly stunned and turned his head.

"What?"

Ian raised the corners of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile.

"six years ago."

"The first female Grand Duchess in the history of Exeter, succeeded to the throne in Longxiao City, in this hall," Ian's eyes turned cold, he turned his head, glanced at the soul-killing gun on the fireplace, and then looked at

The girl who came slowly in the center of the hall said with a gloomy tone in her voice: "The Grand Duchess."

"Since then……"

"My dearest twin sister, the woman who was conceived in my mother's womb with me."

"Just think of me as...her dearest brother."

Thales was stunned.

Thumb, thump, thump...

Through the layers of crowds, the steps of the young princess continued.

She endured the unscrupulous gazes of countless men, passed over countless men's overt or covert discussions, walked past the rough and historic floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes, and walked into the forum where only male nobles were qualified to enter for hundreds of years.

.

Step by step, walk to your seat.

For a moment, Thales wished he didn't have dexterous hearing or clear vision.

Because he saw that the men in the hall, old and young, noble and low, were all looking at the figure of the Grand Duchess and her appearance from front to back, top to bottom without any scruples.

He also heard them chuckling, joking, making obscene comments about the Grand Duchess's figure, face, and even her...

An inexplicable anger surged into his heart, causing Thales to clenched his fists unconsciously.

The more you squeeze, the tighter you squeeze.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Thumb, thump, thump...

Her footsteps hit the centuries-old earth of the Palace of Heroes, making a crisp sound.

The floor tiles of the Palace of Heroes are still as solid as ever, indestructible.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Thumb, thump, thump...

Her boots continued to hit the floor tiles, and even though the floor tiles never broke or wavered in the slightest, she never paused or stopped.

Never retreated.

"You know, from that time on, those eyes of my sister," Ian's voice continued, a dangerous light flashed in the eyes of the heir of Qiyuan City: "Those beautiful eyes no longer looked at the makeup

and clothes, look at the dowry and money, look at the young men and women who may become her reliance and destination in the future, and look at the things that women should care about and care about since they were born."

"Instead, he looked at his father."

"Looked at me."

Thales said nothing.

The girl's body is light and her expression is calm, but her footsteps are still heavy.

It was as if he was carrying a huge burden.

"You changed the rules, Thales," Ian said in a slow and unhurried manner, but full of irresolvable depression: "You and Lumba."

He looked at Thales with an unsettling look in his eyes: "It's you."

"You took my sister away."

The girl finally stepped onto the steps that belonged to the Grand Duke.

Nicolai stood on the first step. As her most important guard, he stopped here and could no longer move forward.

The girl could only walk up the steps alone.

Step up to her seat.

Alone.

As the girl walked to her seat, the herald's deliberately prolonged shout came to an end: "The Grand Duchess"

"Selma Walton!"

Under the gaze of countless people, Thelma sat down slowly, unable to hide her pale face.

Everyone under the steps, the vassals of Longxiao City, bowed their heads.

Pay respect to their lords.

But Thales heard it.

With the blessing of the Sin of Hell River, he heard it very clearly.

In the chest of the Grand Duchess, bursts of strong and powerful pulsations were continuously transmitted to his ears.

That was Selma's heartbeat.

Fresh and powerful.

Even the cluttered sound of people sitting down in the hall could not be covered up.
To be continued...