"Show us the attitude of the Northlanders!"

Nicolai tried to maintain order, but was unable to do so.

Rolf stood nervously behind Thales, seemingly ready to make a desperate move in the face of the Northlander's anger.

This is his sign language.

But the protagonist of the matter, Thales, remained motionless.

He seemed to have suppressed all emotions and suppressed all reactions, sitting stiffly in place like a stone statue, ignoring the angry waves of curses and curses.

Like a stone statue.

"Son of a bitch from the Empire!"

"Nail him to the city gate!"

"Let the people of the stars have a taste of torture, hypocritical cowards!"

The noise continues.

Like an endless torrent, it hits the rocks again and again, ruthlessly and coldly, shocking and terrifying.

Thales in the center of the waves was just silent and said nothing.

It's as if the world has nothing to do with him.

The chaotic hall was filled with anger and hatred.

Until a sharp and out-of-control female voice, like a rainbow piercing the dark clouds, tore through the noisy curses and bad words...

resounded in the Hall of Heroes:

"enough"

Thales is so excited!

Everyone was shocked and subconsciously turned around to look at the highest seat.

There, the young Grand Duchess had left her seat without knowing when!

She made fists with both hands and waved them at her side, while she gritted her teeth and her face was distorted.

At this moment, Thelma Walton was like a desperate lioness guarding the pride of lions, roaring quite hysterically: "This is the Hall of Heroes!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Shut up!"

The voice of the Grand Duchess echoed among the beams.

The curses of the vassals suddenly subsided.

The hall returned to silence.

The only thing left was the rapid and trembling breathing of the girl in front of the highest seat.

Everyone stared blankly at the out-of-control Grand Duchess, looking at her clenched fists, her eyes red, and her eyes scanning the whole place angrily.

It was as if they had met their female lord again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Monty the Dead Crow watched with interest as Selma opened and closed her mouth, unable to calm down for a long time, and sighed in a low voice: "Well...even if he is a little girl, he is still a Walton.

"

Thales opened his mouth slightly and stared at the troubled girl from a distance, with mixed emotions.

Selma.

No.

At this time, you should...

"What the hell is this?" Ian whispered angrily behind Thales: "You tell me about the Freedom Alliance."

"Didn't you listen to what the Grand Duchess said?" However, this time, Thales just shook his head coldly:

"Shut up."

Ian was stunned.

Finally, a steady cough broke the silence.

"Sit back, Curterson, everyone."

The regent's stern voice sounded.

"Whether it's moody or bullying the weak, it's all a cowardly act. The Northlanders are not that despicable yet," Earl Lisbane stood in front of Curtson and said calmly: "We will decide how to deal with this matter after discussing it with the lady.

after."

"Now that what has happened, it is useless to punish him severely."

"Until then, Prince Thales is still our guest."

The regent's words made Curtson frown.

"He is right," the old Count Nazaire echoed coldly: "It's just a military report. Look how anxious you are. If His Majesty Nunn is still here..."

The words of the two powerful vassals calmed down the irritability and anger in the hall a lot.

The vassals sat back down one after another, but their gazes on Thales did not decrease at all.

Thales closed his eyes, but his brain was spinning faster.

Accident.

If you have to get to that point...

"Ma'am." Lisban turned around and hinted to Thelma gently.

Thelma took a deep breath, calmed down her previous gaffe, and sat down with Nicolai's help with an ugly expression on her face.

She glanced at Thales, with an unreadable expression in her eyes.

"Lord Monty."

After Earl Lisban restored order in the hall, he turned to the indifferent Crow.

"Is Qiyuan City definitely the army of Xingchen?"

The regent asked steadily: "Is there any possibility of someone else being able to do it? For example, Kang Ma Si?"

"You know what I used to do, right?" Monty scratched the back of his head and pouted at Nicolai on the steps: "What do you think is the possibility of us getting the wrong target?"

The vassals all frowned.

"The five thousand light cavalry cannot be local nobles, they can only be..." Count Linna looked at Monty with scrutiny and suspicion: "Did you fight?"

Monty shook his head.

"In the past few days, the group of star people did not even approach the Free Castle. They just watched from a distance and kept sending out rangers to investigate." The Dead Crow looked at the letter in his hand and clicked his tongue: "From Blade Fang

The distance between the camp and Fort Liberty, God knows how they managed to get supplies in the desert."

Hearing this, many nobles were slightly startled.

"Wandering, cruising, patrolling, avoiding battle, and stabbing in the back at the critical moment," the speaker was Count Nazaire. The old man rubbed his chin and his eyes moved slightly: "Does this tactic sound familiar?

"

"For example, eighteen years ago?"

There was another silence in the hall, and many people lowered their heads.

Earl Curterson closed his eyes and sighed: "Fuck."

Thales' heart moved.

"Are Sonia Satherley and her guards still in Broken Dragon Fortress? Where did they get the five thousand cavalry, even if they are light cavalry, and stuff them into the desert together?" The youngest Earl Hester frowned.

, subconsciously turned his head to look for that figure:

"It is impossible for such a large-scale troop mobilization without any news in advance. Where is the news from the dark room? Mrs. Cassian, your..."

Hester realized that he had said the wrong thing and stopped himself in time.

A few seconds later, Monty snorted softly: "Whether it's a fortress or a dark room, you should ask the King of Black Sand Territory for the most clear answer."

The ministers in the hall were silent again.

Yes.

The throne is no longer in the Palace of Heroes, nor in Longxiao City.

The darkroom only for Exeter is naturally the same.

Everyone felt sad.

This is... Longxiao City after the death of King Nuen.

Upon hearing this, Earl Lisban sighed:

"It's not important anymore."
To be continued...