The prince stared at Cyril closely, and his words were full of caution:

"As a third party, although your words are fantastic, how do I know that you don't just want to push me to the forefront of the struggle and use me as a shield and battering ram?"

The room was quiet for a moment.

Until Falkenhauser let out a long breath, as if he had figured something out.

He sneered and looked at Thales again:

"A year ago, when you were still playing with building snowmen in Longxiao City..."

"Your father sent a secret letter asking us to mobilize the army to rescue his heir to the throne and return home."

Thales thought slightly:

a year ago?

When the prince returns home, how long has this chess game been planned?

Cyril seemed to be lost in thought and continued:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness and my vassals thought they had seized a rare opportunity. They were hot-headed and took the opportunity to make things difficult and blackmail them. They wanted to return to the Blade Tooth Camp from the royal family's 'escrow', and Your Majesty readily agreed.

.”

Having said this, Duke Falkenhauser's eyes flashed:

"But one of my courtiers dissuaded me from sending troops. He thought it was a trap with malicious intent."

Thales frowned.

The Duke looked coldly at the Blade Fang camp under the window and suddenly turned around.

"But Falkenhauser still sent troops."

"Even if I know there's something wrong with it."

"Do you know why?"

Thales looked at him silently for a few seconds and looked away.

"You said it."

The prince looked away, slightly sarcastically:

"In the face of vassals, you don't want to be the one who replaces the king and hinders the princes from regaining their power, and falls down from two sides."

He sarcastically said:

"For example, now, aren't you being pushed out by them to regain your position? A third party?"

This time, Falkenholz looked at him for a long time.

"No."

The Duke spoke slowly

"because……"

"From the ruthless King to the fanatical princes of the Western Wilderness, among the participants in this power game, I am the only one."

The only one?

Thales was slightly stunned.

"When the Wings of Legend and my vassals are all staring at the Blade Fang camp, no one cares about the business in the desert, and no one cares about the heir to the kingdom who should be the protagonist..."

Cyril slowly became serious:

"I'm the only one who believes..."

"I believe that compared to the ownership of the Blade Tooth Camp, compared to the power and position of the nobles, compared to the success or failure of His Majesty..."

The Duke bent his back, almost putting his head on the crutch, squinting at Thales from a distance, and his right hand on the crutch pointed directly at the second prince:

"Rescue you, rescue Prince Thales and return to China safely."

"That's the number one priority that everyone should really care about."

Thales looked at Falkenholz blankly, with mixed emotions.

Cyril straightened up, hiding his old and haggard appearance.

His eyes were very sharp, as if they could penetrate everything.

"All right."

Thales spoke with difficulty:

"You're not bad at speaking beautiful words..."

But the Duke spoke again and interrupted him!

"so!"

"I prevented some lords from secretly leaking information to Exeter and obstructing your return to the country."

Cyril raised his voice.

Thales was stunned.

The Duke's tone became melodious, greatly reducing the sharpness of his voice:

"That's why Baron Guz led the most efficient Crow Whistle Qingqian, violated the orders of his immediate superiors, and spared no effort to search for you, even the orcs."

Thales didn't react for a moment.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

Baron Gouz.

Crow Whistle Qingqi.

The familiar noun made Thales raise his head suddenly!

"who?"

He stared at Cyril:

"Who are you talking about?"

But Falkenhauser just looked at him with interest.

Two seconds later, the Duke seemed to have had enough of admiring Thales's expression, and then said slowly and authentically:

"so……"

"You and your caravan, after you parted ways with the erratic Kandar Nushan in the desert, you could have a smooth journey and reach the Blade Tooth Camp without any hindrance."

Thales' thinking paused for a moment.

Caravan.

Kandar Nushan.

Smooth journey, no obstacles...

impossible.

Thales looked blankly at the indifferent Duke:

"how do you know"

But Thales lowered his head and bitten off the next words.

He remembered.

"Baron Guz."

Thales said subconsciously:

"The commander I met in the desert, who was chasing the orcs with the freak team..."

Thales raised his head and looked directly at Cyril, but he could not hide the surprise in his tone:

"Is he yours?"

Cyril chuckled, confident and relaxed.

"Before he was granted the title of Baron of Emery Town under the Croma family, Van Cleef Coutts was once my courtier."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Until Thales breathed out with difficulty.

"So……"

He asked in disbelief:

"Then no matter when I met the army in the desert or when I entered the Blade Tooth Camp, you always... knew?"

and.

If that baron is one of his people, then he heard it in my tavern...
To be continued...