The girl became obviously anxious.

Thelma's breathing became faster and faster, and she shook her head subconsciously: "But, Earl, no..."

But her hesitation only lasted a few seconds before the Grand Duchess raised her head again and firmed up her tone.

"Count Nazaire, you don't understand." Her words were a little incoherent, but the tough attitude contained in them made Lisban frown: "Back then, without the help of Prince Thales, there would be no me, and there would be no Longxiao City today.

!”

Thales was shocked!

After saying this, the whole hall seemed to turn cold instantly.

Earl Lisban sighed heavily, and Nazaire's expression was extremely ugly.

The other earls were no less generous.

More and more Northlanders are turning to Thales again.

It's just that the eyes focused on him are getting worse and worse.

"Silly girl," Ian held his forehead in annoyance, poked Thales, and whispered: "Yeah, maybe she can protect you from the disaster of war..."

"But if you have to sacrifice your prestige and power for this and lose the support of the entire Longxiao City..."

"Then what's the point of everything we do today?"

Thales didn't answer. He just pushed all the unnecessary emotions out of his mind and looked at the Grand Duchess quietly who refused to give in.

"Madam, Ms. Thelma Walton, you said..."

Old Count Nazaire called her by her full name and narrowed his eyes: "Without him, we wouldn't be where we are today?"

Nazer repeated Thelma's words softly.

Thelma took a deep breath and turned pale: "Yes, you may not know, but Charles knows it very well..."

But the next moment, Count Nazer opened his eyes wide and suddenly raised his voice:

"indeed!"

The loud voice shook the hall, and the old count stood up from his seat!

The vassals were all moved.

Thelma was stunned by the sudden outburst of the count.

Nazer's expression was tense and his words were stern, making people forget his age: "Do you think we don't know?"

"Six years ago, from the conspiracy of Grand Duke Perfit, to the disaster entering the city, to the death of King Nunn and the coronation of King Charmaine..."

"Yes, I know what role those despicable Star People played in that tragedy!"

Discussions resounded in the Hall of Heroes again.

Thelma looked at the other party blankly: "Count Nazaire..."

Count Nazer looked at Selma coldly, and then looked at Thales: "Ms. Cassan explained very clearly: What followed this Prince of the Stars was the disaster that caused Longxiao City to collapse! It was

We are in such a state of desolation today!”

Lisban was about to say something to calm his cheeks, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but be startled.

"Kashan..." The regent sighed: "It seems that you don't despise the hand extended by the Black Sand Leader like you said."

"Old boy."

Nazer snorted coldly.

The old earl cast a sharp look that was incompatible with his age, sending chills into the hearts of those who came into contact with him.

"It has been six years, and the disasters caused by this ominous prince have never stopped," Nazer walked slowly and said to the slightly flustered Grand Duke:

"As a so-called hostage, he is not allowed to move lightly, cannot be used, and cannot be harmed. Yet he is still in the Palace of Heroes, eating and living with you!"

Thelma was speechless.

"But those are not important anymore. I don't care how many pieces the prince will be chopped into."

"Because what I can't stand the most is not the unpleasant rumors or the prince's bad deeds in Longxiao City," Nazer looked sharply at the Grand Duchess, then at Thales, with an extremely serious expression:

"But what I saw today: You, the majestic Grand Duke of Longxiao City, actually allowed him to influence your decision-making so easily, and allowed him to be so deeply involved in the internal affairs of Longxiao City?"

In the hall, the rustling chatter of the vassals sounded again.

Many people's eyes turned to Thales again.

The prince just lowered his head gently, ignoring Ian's whispered complaints next to him.

"This makes me very uncomfortable. Not even Lisban's dictatorship has made me so angry."

Lisban looked at his old friend with a livid face.

"I hate to say this, but..." Nazer gritted his teeth, and there was a sense of resentment in his words that was not there before: "Longxiao City has suffered enough."

"Whether it was the disaster back then or the current predicament."

"Whether it's the Black Sand Leader or the Star People."

"Whether it's by your side or far away on the battlefield of the Freedom Alliance."

Thelma looked at him blankly, not knowing how to answer.

Approval echoed in the hall, and pairs of eyes were cast towards him, full of hostility towards Thales.

Curterson and Count Linna looked at each other, Hearst and Count Kierkegaard lowered their heads and said nothing, and Regent Lisban frowned.

After a long silence, Nazer coughed heavily several times.

"Sorry, I overstepped my bounds."

Nazaire's voice lowered, and he seemed to have regained the appearance of the old count.

"But if you are still so naive," he shook his head, his eyes sad: "Especially when Xingchen is involved, please forgive me for reconsidering the decision to send troops. Maybe Longxiao City should stay away from these things, even if there is

Damage your reputation."

"Please understand: We are here in response to the call, not to satisfy a child's willfulness to protect his childhood friends."

These merciless words instantly sent the entire hall into a cold winter.

Earl Lisban clenched his fists tightly and looked at the Grand Duchess hesitantly.

Earl Hester hesitated to speak, but in the end he could not say anything.

Count Linna and Curtson exchanged a look with unclear meaning.

The breathing of the vassals slowly became disordered.

"Please make a decision as a wise grand duke should make." Nazer said calmly and sat down again.

No one spoke.

Everyone is waiting for the girl sitting at the highest point of the Hall of Heroes, perhaps the highest point of Longxiao City.

Thelma trembled slightly and looked at Nazaire in disbelief.

No.

She was struggling internally, and her eyes slowly turned red.

"Naive? Willful?" She murmured:

"Protecting a childhood friend?"

She raised her arms as if she wanted to grab something, but in the end she could only rest them weakly on the seat.

The girl looked at Thales with sad eyes.

But Thales didn't respond to her.

After a few seconds, she turned her eyes back to Nazaire, looking at the count's sad and unhappy expression.

"The decision a wise prince should make?"

Her expression slowly turned angry.

"To put it simply, Count Nazaire," the girl's breathing gradually quickened: "You are not there, Nazaire."

Count Nazaire's face showed confusion.

Selma took a deep breath.

"Six years ago, when the disaster happened."

"You're not there."

She said with difficulty.

Count Nazaire frowned as he listened to the Grand Duchess's words.

Beside the prince, His Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City pulled his sleeves angrily: "Did you see her expression?"

"I don't feel good about it."
To be continued...