Earl Curtson moved his finger and pointed to a corner in the hall.

That is……

Everyone's eyes followed his fingers.

Thales's heart skipped a beat!

"Why is he here, ma'am?" Curtson twisted his wrist and pointed coldly at the prince of the stars: "This imperial man is at the most important meeting in the entire Longxiao City?"

There was a lot of discussion and even noise in the hall.

At that moment, Thales became the center of attention.

Worry and nervousness appeared on the face of the Grand Duchess, Lisban narrowed his eyes, and Nicolai, who had always had a cold face, frowned.

Well, no matter how much I want to keep a low profile...

Thales sighed.

"I am here at the request of Her Excellency the Grand Duchess and the invitation of the heir to Qiyuan City," the second prince of Xingchen said coldly: "As a third party, I am here to witness this meeting that concerns Exeter's honor."

After he finished speaking, the debate in the hall became even louder.

Thales could even hear their discussion clearly:

"So that's..."

"It's really ridiculous..."

"Guess, he is here, and the girl should be too..."

"Longxiao City... Haha, it's so ironic. Maybe one day, the Grand Duchess will have a little lord in her belly who doesn't know who her father is..."

Thales clenched his fists.

Ian shook his head helplessly at him, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"I don't remember when we joined the Empire," Curtson said coldly, without even looking at Thales: "Kick him out."

There was a lot of approval among the vassals.

"Order, my lords!"

Nicolai's voice intervened in the conversation. As the Grand Duke's bodyguard, the Fallen Starman looked down at the chaotic nobles and said unceremoniously:

"You are standing on the land of Longxiao City, Count Curterson, you are standing in the Palace of Heroes in Nekaru, and this is the Hall of Heroes, in front of the Grand Duke..."

Nicolai's face turned solemn: "It's not your turn to give orders."

Perhaps it was because the Fallen Starman was indeed famous, or perhaps because his experience of following King Nun for more than twenty years had an effect, and the place gradually became quiet.

Until Curtson replied without any shame.

"Shut up, my lord."

"You are not qualified to talk to me about the political order," Curtson gritted his teeth and looked at the Fallen Starman on the steps like an enemy: "His Majesty Nunn promoted you, who are humble and humble, to become his relative.

Guard, you gave him a title, but you repaid him with dereliction of duty and incompetence. It was so tiring that His Majesty died, and it was so tiring that we, and Longxiao City, fell into this state."

At that moment, a rare flush appeared on Nicolai's pale face.

Thales had seen him look like this: this was a sign of the Faller's anger.

"If I were you, an incompetent person, I should find a place where no one is and commit suicide as soon as possible, instead of shamelessly staying beside the Grand Duchess and pretending that nothing happened," Earl Curterson's words clearly passed into everyone's mind.

In the ears:

"The shame that killed the king!"

"Pooh!"

Many northern nobles snorted coldly.

Nicolai lowered his head suddenly, making his expression unclear.

But he didn't say anything.

But Thales could see that his fists were clenched together and trembling violently.

The prince knew that the king died under the protection of the White Blade Guards, which was the biggest shadow in the Fallen Star's life.

In the hall, Ned Monty from the Qiyuan City Mission frowned. The ‘Death Crow’ looked at the abnormal Nikolai and sighed softly.

"That's enough, Curtson."

The Grand Duchess finally spoke, and her words were filled with anger unconsciously: "Lord Nicolai fought against disasters for the king until the last moment. He does not deserve such an evaluation."

"From what my officer told me, ma'am, this Prince Thales may be the most troublesome Imperial man in the world. He also caused the ugly gang fight last day," said the eldest Najir.

The count spoke slowly, his words sounded fair and rational, and he brought the topic back to the prince:

"I sincerely suggest that you, while we discuss our own affairs, show our 'hospitality' and let him rest in his room."

The old count's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you know what rumors are spreading about you and him?"

All eyes were focused on the prince again, darting back and forth between the Grand Duchess and him from time to time.

Thelma's expression changed and she was speechless for a moment.

Thales closed his eyes.

Ian next to him had a rich expression and opened his mouth, ready to say something in his ear.

"Not now, Ian." The moment Ian was about to speak, Thales said coldly, sealing his enthusiasm in his throat.

They did it on purpose, the vassals of Longxiao City.

Thales thought of the behavior of the nobles in the Hall of Stars in Fuxing Palace six years ago, and secretly told himself: So they are attacking the prestige of the Grand Duchess step by step.

And now...

No, he couldn't speak or refute, otherwise it would only make the situation worse.

Thales gritted his teeth tightly.

"He is the lady's guest, Curterson, Nagel," Regent Lisban spoke at the right time. He looked at the two earls coldly: "This is the lady's promise, so he will stay, and if you can't bear it,

If he appears in your sight and would rather ignore the lady's honor, then close your eyes or go out by yourself, choose one of the two."

Cotson snorted coldly, as if he was not interested in the regent.

"Don't forget your blood feud, madam. The legal heir before you, Prince Morar, died in the stars, his body still cold," Count Linner, who was sitting third to the left of the Grand Duchess, said expressionlessly: "From

From then on, all tragedies originated from the arrival of this little prince."

"The corpse is not cold, is it true?" Ian whispered ungratefully again: "After six years, even if it is the corpse of a giant dragon, it should be cold by now."

Thales didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

Thelma took a sharp breath and seemed to adjust herself.

"That tragedy has been concluded, Linna," the Grand Duchess glanced at Thales from a distance and gritted her teeth: "It was there when the late king was still alive, and Prince Thales, he is now our guest.

And we should get back to business."

"You think the death of your blood relative is not a 'serious matter'?" Linna suddenly raised his voice.

"I have to say, you give me a chill," Count Linner's face remained frosty and his eyes remained motionless, but his words, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, were hard to ignore: "Dear Thelma Walton

Miss."

Thelma faced his gaze, and her hand on the seat arm trembled slightly.

In the hall, the discussion among more than twenty nobles became louder and louder.

"Take back what you said, Linna," Regent Lisban's words were already filled with obvious emotions, and he said every word: "Especially to Her Excellency the Grand Duchess."

"How dare you say to His Majesty Nunn and the granddaughter of the Born King, 'You give me a chill'?"

Lisban glanced at Count Linna: "Your Majesty, starting from the prince's era, spent thirty years promoting you and the Linna family, which is on the verge of decline..."

"That's what I'm worried about, Risban," Linna responded fearlessly: "The Nuln Majesty who made people willing to die, the great natural king, is no longer here!"

"Only us old bones are left guarding a girl..."

"Linner!" The one who interrupted him was still the golden-bearded Earl Hester.

Lin Na paused for a moment. He glanced at the Grand Duchess sitting on the seat. After a slight hesitation, he changed his words: "...maintaining the dignity of Longxiao City."

As soon as these words came out, Thelma lowered her head and pursed her lips.

There was silence in the hall.

Earl Hester coughed lightly.

"I'm sorry, madam," the Earl of Iron County looked at Thelma who was looking embarrassed, and said gently: "But I think Earl Linna just misses his former majesty too much and values ​​the future of Longxiao City too much."

"But he respects you and your bloodline, just like me," Hester nodded slowly and respectfully: "Madam."

"Hey," Ian pretended to be disgusted and whispered, "This heroic way of picking up girls makes me want to vomit."

"But it really works. Look at that girl's expression..."

It’s so verbose.
To be continued...