The Duke let out an unsettling chuckle.

"More than that."

At that moment, Cyril's sinister sneer sounded very scary:

"I also know that the Blade Fang camp that is within easy reach is full of ominousness. I know that there must be something fishy about the movements of the royal standing army. I know that Williams' mercenary henchmen are ready to make moves. I also know that the orcs Guz met in the desert are by no means a coincidence.

.”

The Duke's words were like a steel knife, reflecting sharp cold light.

what did he say?

Thales breathed in confusion.

The Bladefang camp is full of ominous things.

Movements of the Standing Army.

The mercenary thugs are ready to make a move.

Orcs are no coincidence.

This information, this intelligence...

This means...

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke:

"You know everything...but you didn't show up, you didn't come to me, and you didn't intervene in the struggle in the camp. When the Wings of Legend retook the camp, you didn't help the West Wasteland lords. You just, just..."

Cyril exhaled a sigh of relief:

"I just asked Guz to flee far away after ensuring that you entered the camp. I just asked the Falkenhaus family's skull guards to rotate out early, away from the center of the whirlpool, and away from this trap of catching a turtle in an urn."

"Let that bastard Williams finish his hunt."

Thales couldn't help but ask:

"Why?"

"Before everything started, you clearly had the intelligence and ability to reverse the situation, but you sat back and watched the conflict between the royal family and Xihuang, and your vassals... suffered heavy losses?"

Duke Xihuang smiled.

"Because this conflict is necessary, and it can only have this ending."

Cyril looked at the Blade Tooth Camp outside the window, seeming to be deep in thought:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness lost this round and lost their men, horses and prestige, and were disgraced; your Majesty won this round and saved the Blade Ya camp and beat the opponent."

"Both sides are just returning to the previous situation."

Thales thought about it and suddenly figured it out.

Sure enough, Cyril turned back:

"But imagine, if I successfully interfered with Your Majesty's convenient chess game, forced away the royal standing army, saved the princes from losses, and helped them regain control of the western front... Then what will happen to the Western Wilderness next?

What are the consequences?"

Thales sighed.

The Duke continued:

"My stupid vassals, while they are enjoying themselves, will they be satisfied and accept what is good, or will they push themselves further and make things worse?"

"And will a person like your father accept the reality and give up, or will he look at me and Xihuang's strength and attitude with admiration..."

Cyril's tone became terrifying:

"Go all out and pay back a hundredfold?"

The Duke sneered.

"Then the problem comes..."

Falkenholz’s ugly face revealed deep grooves:

"Will Desolate Ruins become the next Cold Castle or the next Longxiao City?"

"Sometimes, doing nothing is the best choice."

Thales leaned against the wall helplessly.

The Duke's words were very light, but they gave him a feeling of overwhelming weight.

He had just returned from the North, and he was used to the Yankees' style of fighting and intimidating and intimidating, at least for the nobles.

But after today, he suddenly understood a lot.

The Kingdom of Stars implements a different set of game rules.

Another... shackles of power.

The prince's eyes darkened.

"Now, is this enough proof?"

Cyril said coldly:

"I am neither the nobleman you think of, nor am I your father."

"It's the true third party in the life-and-death arena of the stars."

third party.

Thales closed his eyes tightly.

The silence lasted for almost thirty seconds.

Until Cyril spoke slowly:

"Well, Williams is probably coming back from patrol. I don't want to run into him. He can't defeat him."

Thales opened his eyes and watched the Duke bow slightly to him:

"Have a good conversation. You can continue with your lunch."

Thales, who had complicated thoughts, sighed and returned the favor.

Boom, boom, boom.

While the leather robe was floating, the Duke of Xihuang turned around with a mysterious smile and walked towards the door.

But Thales saw something.

"My Lord Duke, you forgot your sword!"

The prince frowned and pointed at the gracefully curved ancient imperial sword Warner leaning against the wall.

Boom.

The Duke's crutch struck the ground.

But beyond Thales's expectation, another word came out of Cyril's mouth.

"No!"

Duke Xihuang turned around and said coldly:

"You forgot your sword."

Thales was stunned for a while.

Cyril narrowed his eyes and pointed at the ancient imperial sword on the wall:

"From this moment on, the Warner is yours."

Thales was stunned.

"Hold on to it, hold on to your sword."

I heard Cyril Falkenhausz, the Guardian Duke of the West Wasteland and the Four-Eyed Skull Family, seeming to say with profound meaning:

"Don't lose it."

After saying this, the Duke turned around and walked out of the door.

His last words were heard outside the room:
Chapter completed!