Recalling the conversation with the Duke of Xihuang, Thales snorted in his heart.

Really?

But Dele seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and saw the young Earl of Wing Castle laughing softly.

"A long time ago, after I talked to the Duke for the first time, it took me a full month to figure out what he said to me during that whole hour of laughter and curses."

Dele's smile was a little helpless

"And that doesn't even include the rhetoric and metaphors that come out of his mouth."

Rhetoric and metaphor.

Thales remembered something and hummed involuntarily.

He looked at Dele in front of him with empathy.

"Is it."

Thales laughed dryly

"Then you know him pretty well."

But Dele's reaction was beyond his expectation.

"No, Your Highness."

This time, Count Croma responded quickly, but it was half teasing and half serious.

"I never understood the Duke."

Seeing the owner of the one-winged crow, the young Earl of Wing Castle narrowed his eyes, seemingly with deep meaning.

"not at all."

Blade Tooth Camp, a dilapidated and remote house.

A figure holding a cane and wearing a thick leather robe slowly walked into the room.

"I asked Gao He to rescue you and give you a hiding place, not just to make you drink up all my wine."

In the dim room, a man sitting in front of the table slowly turned around and snorted slightly, not caring much about it.

The man was covered in thick bandages from his head and shoulders to his hands and feet, and he could only be heard laughing loudly.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, my savior."

He looked at the visitors and held up a wine bottle drunkenly

"Fortunately, I still have one bottle left. Look, it's this bottle..."

The next second, the man let go, and there was a crackling sound, the bottle smashed to the ground, and the wine splashed everywhere.

The guest couldn't help frowning as he saw the wine splashing on his boots and leather robe.

"Oh," the bandaged man spread his hands and said with a malicious smile.

"Now the last bottle is gone."

In the dimness, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down. He just said quietly

"Tomorrow, you can join our convoy out of the camp and go back by yourself."

The man's figure froze.

"go back?"

He came back to his senses, and his distracted eyes became clearer.

"What about the mission? Where is that little brat?"

The guest snorted softly, with sharp eyes and a dry and unpleasant voice.

"I went to see him and he was protected."

"It's impossible."

The man paused for a while.

"impossible?"

He murmured as he recited, his drunkenness gradually fading away, and the expression on his face slowly turned ferocious.

"That damn little cub..."

The man pounded the table hard, stood up, gritted his teeth and said to the guest

"No, no, no, you can't, but I can! Give me the route and sentry arrangements, and I can go up there in the middle of the night."

But the guest rejected him without mercy

"No, you can't."

The guest looked at the bandages on the man's body and raised his chin.

"You were beaten badly."

The man shook his head impatiently, hummed and waved his hands

"It's just a minor injury. Trust me, you should go see the other guy."

"He is much worse off than me."

The guest in the darkness did not speak, he just looked at the bandaged man carefully.

"I do want to believe you."

The guest put his hands on the crutches, his eyes were cold and his tone was profound

"Can I?"

These words made the man stunned again.

The man's eyes shot through the bandage and stared at the guest for a long time.

After a few seconds, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.

"Don't worry, no one will doubt you."

The man seemed to have figured something out and said angrily.

"Secret Department, Longxiao City, including that smart kid, they all think that I work for the king, I mean, 'our' king."

The man rubbed his head vigorously and hissed slightly, as if he had a headache.

The guest rubbed the back of his hand and hummed softly

"But it's true, right."

The man let out a heavy breath, raised a finger, and looked at the other person with a very unhappy look.

"Hey!"

"All you want is for that kid to stay in the North, but you didn't say it must be in Longxiao City."

The guest looked at each other's fingers, not angry or angry, but his tone became more and more indifferent.

"You went to King Charmaine, which made things complicated."

"I" the man seemed to want to defend himself, but his unhappy mood suddenly weakened after coming into contact with the other party's cold eyes.

The man leaned back on the table and waved his bandaged hand in the air

"Then what else can I do?"

There seemed to be suppressed anger in every word he said.

"The old witch in the dark room has been doubting me for several years. Do you know how many people she sent to deal with me after King Nun died..."

"As for the secret department, huh, if the prince falls back into the hands of Longxiao City, they will only intensify their efforts to force me to go back and rescue him again. Then it won't be as simple as being a nanny."

The guest did not answer, but listened quietly to what the other party said.

The man let out a breath of depressed and painful breath, pressed his head again, and spoke with a slight annoyance.

"Only, only the arrogant King of Parricide, only when he starts to protect me like Nunn, will the Secret Service and the Dark Room stop troublesome me..."

The guest looked at the floor and tapped his cane.

"But you messed up."

One sentence suppressed the anger of the bandaged man again.

The man's breathing became rapid, and after several back and forths, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant sound.

"Ha, it's certainly easy to talk while standing and just talk."

This time, the man's words contained a hint of embarrassment and anger.

"Why don't you go head-to-head with the Fallen Star yourself and fight for half an hour?"

But the guest obviously didn't accept this, he just looked at each other and sneered.

"You are all burned and scalded, and it doesn't look like you were stabbed in the front."
To be continued...