Hidden there is a pair of ancient black-rimmed glasses.

The prince looked at the stone carving of Dragon Spear in the Cloud at the top of the hall with a determined expression.

"At least, with me here, she won't lose." He said calmly to Ian beside him.

Ian was stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

Ian figured something out and became nervous: "Tiles, what are you going to do?"

Thales gently raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Like I said," Thales seemed to be feeling a little emotional. He chuckled and said, "Backhand."

In the field, the Grand Duchess looked at Count Nazaire coldly, and opened her mouth gently: "Instead of sitting in this position feeling guilty in the future, think about today..."

However, just before Thelma finished speaking,

"Hahahahaha!"

A laugh that did not conceal its volume rang out out of thin air in the Hall of Heroes.

Interrupting the emotional words of the Grand Duchess.

It also broke the solemn atmosphere.

Thelma, who was about to speak, was suddenly stunned.

"Hahahahaha"

The laughter continued.

Many vassals were also astonished: Lisban frowned, Nazer turned back in surprise, and more nobles turned their eyes unhappily, looking for that idiot who had no respect and ignored the occasion.

"Hahahahaha"

The laughter came back and forth, echoing unbridled.

It seems like something really funny happened.

Thelma and the other vassals frowned and looked in the direction where the laughter came from.

The Grand Duchess was stunned.

Others, including Ian, were also stunned.

They looked at the man who kept laughing in disbelief.

No one in Longxiao City reacted, and the laughter continued for a long time.

The laughter still continues.

"Hahahahaha"

Until the captain of the Grand Duke's personal guard, Nikolai the Fallen Star, who was responsible for maintaining order, shouted angrily:

"Shut up!"

The Fallen Star's roar drowned out the laughter and echoed in the hall.

Finally, His Highness Thales Brightstar, the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, who was laughing heartily and leaning back and forth, stopped laughing.

He slowly raised his head back.

Thales didn't care at all about the angry gazes of others, and straightened up from the back of the chair comfortably and leisurely.

As if this was just an outing.

In the eyes of the Northlanders in the hall, this young man was squinting his eyes, using the most disdainful expression, and glaring coldly at everyone who was staring at him.

"Little prince," Meteorite said angrily: "Shut up, or I'll have someone 'invite' you out now!"

"Stop it, Meteorite, haven't you seen it yet," Thales snorted coldly and glanced at Ian who was trying to hold him back, "In this hall, your roar is as prestigious as the Grand Duchess's.

:It’s useless.”

Nicolai was suffocated, and then showed an angry expression.

Thales seemed to be amused by himself. He stood up slowly and laughed again: "Hahahaha..."

Although his shoulders could not help shaking, there was no smile in his eyes, and they were even cold.

Thelma stared blankly at Thales who was acting strangely, not knowing why.

No one in the North seemed to appreciate the prince's sense of humor.

They looked at the presumptuous prince in tacit understanding, with evil intentions in their eyes, and the sounds of clattering fists and gnashing of teeth could not be heard.

"We are discussing how to save or take your life."

"And you think that's funny, don't you?"

Earl Curtson turned his gaze sideways and stared at Thales coldly: "Imperial man?"

Hearing this, Thales not only did not stop laughing, but laughed even louder: "Hahahahaha"

Amid the prince's laughter, the expressions of the people in the North became increasingly ugly.

"Have you heard that story?"

Thales, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up straight, waved his hands and finally managed to say something smooth:

"A fisherman and a woodcutter were sitting under a tree having lunch... The family was poor and they had never tasted beef, so..."

"So they thought of a way...imagine the black bread on their hands as beef...hahaha..."

Thales laughed so hard that his face was distorted. He covered his abdomen and said with a smile: "Then...then they were discussing: Hey, look at this piece of beef in my hand, should I bite it horizontally or vertically?"

Just biting it..."

His words echoed throughout the hall with laughter, and also aroused the Northlanders' increasingly irrepressible anger.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Count Lisban and Count Nazaire looked at each other in surprise, tacitly confirming that this was not the other's method.

Thelma stared blankly at Thales who walked out of his seat, speechless.

Earl Curterson couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and glared at Thales:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Thales stopped laughing, exhaled, and shook his head: "Don't you understand?"

The prince walked to the center of the hall and looked around with disdain at the vassals in front of everyone: "Looking at a group of self-righteous guys talking self-righteously about fantasies that they can't achieve at all."
Chapter completed!