For the first time, Thales found that he wanted to strangle Ian to death.

All his sharp words were stuck in his vocal cords.

The prince looked closely at Thelma.

Thelma looked at Hester who was making the rescue and gave a forced smile.

Thales frowned.

"What you are facing is the bloodline left by the born king, little Hester," Lisban interrupted their eye contact, "There is no doubt that she will lead the future of Longxiao City."

Hester smiled and nodded slightly at the regent: "Of course."

"You sound more and more like His Majesty Nunn, 'Lord Prime Minister'," Count Linner, who had always been expressionless but said something heartfelt, said slowly: "Just like six years ago, you, the great

The Regent was standing there, beside His Majesty's body, telling us without any doubt that the Grand Duke had been replaced, and all we had to do was kneel down obediently."

"Don't bring your personal grievances here, Linna," Lisban's face turned pale. "This glorious hall should not leave room for selfishness and darkness."

Lin Na curled his lips in response.

"I'm starting to admire your little girlfriend," Ian sighed and patted Thales on the shoulder: "How did she survive among these people in the past six years?"

"I don't know," Thales shook his head. He looked at the rebellious earls and couldn't hide his worry. "This is my first time to attend the hearing day, but in the past, the important earls sent officials.

I guess having them here in person makes it even more difficult."

Ian raised his eyebrows: "Oh, you didn't refute me?"

Thales, who was observing the earls, expressed doubts: "What is the refutation?"

"It's okay." Ian replied seriously and shook his head seriously.

An old voice sounded in the field again.

"Relax, Linna, be respectful," the oldest Najier sighed: "You are facing the most powerful count in Longxiao City, the 'Dragon Eye' Lisban who has been in charge of Longxiao City for six years.

You don’t want to mess with the regent of Longxiao City, he has countless ways to deal with you.”

Lisban and Najir looked at each other in the air, and it seemed that even the air had become cold.

"Oh, I think what he really wanted to say was," Ian narrowed his eyes, "'Fuck you, Lisbane.'"

Thales was convinced.

"Since he wants the Star People to be here, let him go." Najir said softly: "Anyway, Longxiao City is not the same as before."

Lisban looked at Nagel, who was the same age as him, from a distance, and spoke softly, but very clearly: "Really, Nagel, old friend?"

"My old friend died six years ago," Count Nagel said unhurriedly: "He died in the whirlpool of power with His Majesty."

While Lisban and Najir looked at each other, the counts remained silent.

It seems like this is their arena.

Selma was at a loss in her seat.

"Let me guess," Ian's whisper interrupted again at an inappropriate time: "When they were young, one of them had sex with the other's wife?"

Thales shook his head slowly, lowered his head, looked at his right hand, and sighed.

The situation is very unfavorable and cannot continue like this.

Go ahead, Ian.

we need to.

The next moment, a scream suddenly resounded through the entire hall:

"ah"

"you you you"

The sound was so loud that it was like a whirlwind blowing in the silent Hall of Heroes.

All the nobles, including Thelma and Lisbane, turned their heads in surprise and looked at the source of the sound.

Among the noble vassals in the hall, one person suddenly jumped up.

His Excellency Ian Ronny, Viscount of Fengcheng from Qiyuan City, was standing on a chair, covering his waist, with a twisted expression, looking at the people around him in disbelief.

Beside him, Prince Thales withdrew his hand expressionlessly and sat upright with a serious look on his face.

It seemed that the person who just grabbed Ian's waist and twisted it with all his strength was not him.

Ian gritted his teeth angrily and mouthed "How dare you" to Thales.

But the prince remained motionless, as if he did not recognize him at all.

Ian took a deep breath and raised his head.

Only then did he notice that all the eyes of the audience were focused on him.

Viscount Fengcheng showed an embarrassed smile: "That..."

The five earls all frowned.

"Sir Ian," Lisban's eyes wandered over Thales, then silently returned to Ian: "What's the matter?"

Ian exhaled and looked at Thales' body with murderous eyes.

The prince's expression was calm and he gestured with his thumb on the side of his knee.

Come on, good luck.

Ian could only sigh.

"Although I am happy to enjoy the counter-plot in Longxiao City's nest," he said with a reluctant look on his face. He bowed slightly to the Grand Duchess first, then tilted his head and looked at the earls: "But shall we come first?

Let’s talk about business?”

Ian showed his white teeth and smiled slightly: "You know, lunch time is very important and cannot be delayed."

Sitting together in the Qiyuan City mission, the attachés' faces were ashen.

The vassals of Longxiao City looked at him with surprise and uncertainty. Many of them saw Ian in person for the first time.

"And where did you come from?"

Earl Curtson looked at someone with a cannibalistic expression on his face, glanced sideways at Ian, and sneered: "Clown?"

Ian blinked.

Faced with this insulting title, his smile grew even wider.

"Where do I come from?"

I saw the Viscount spreading his arms and smiling like a child: "Of course it's the circus!"

At that moment, Count Curterson's sneer froze on his face.

Thales let out a breath and felt instantly relieved from the oppressive scene.

"I'm here to remind you all that when the time comes, please take your positions."

Ian looked at the Grand Duchess on the steps, then at Thales beside him, shrugged, and announced cheerfully to the vassals in the hall:

"We're about to start!"

On the other side of the hall, everyone in Qiyuan City headed by Ned Monty stood together and sighed loudly.

His face was sad.
Chapter completed!