"Oh," Count Chroma narrowed his eyes and said rather seriously:

"This explains why in that month six years ago, all the messenger crows passing by the north were late. The legend is true: the dragon spreads its wings and the sky is closed for thousands of miles."

Dele said softly:

"So...disaster?"

This time, Thales' face was as sinking as water and he lowered his head.

He didn't speak, just gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time.

Dele looked at the prince and did not ask any further questions.

"Humph," the count shook his head and sighed:

"You know, the first Earl of Wing Castle left a record to record the disasters he had seen. But several generations of my family believed that those were just the last words of an old man."

Dele was silent for a while.

"So, King Nuen was killed by disaster?"

Thales raised his head and seemed to see the dawn with thousands of arrows firing in front of his eyes.

And the bloody head wearing a crown rolled to his feet.

"Assassin's Flower, Little Sariton, Locust Blade."

The prince said firmly:

"And Charmaine Lombard."

Dele took a gentle breath.

The air became so quiet that the only sound I could hear was the sound of horse hooves.

The count slowly raised his head.

"You are tired, Your Highness."

"Perhaps many people don't believe it, and even more people don't know," Dele sighed deeply, his eyes heavy but extremely serious:

"But I want to say..."

"The whole kingdom..."

"I acknowledge your kindness."

Thales gritted his teeth and forced a smile.

"Thank you," the prince nodded stiffly:

"Count Chroma."

But Dele shook his head.

"Dele," Earl Yibao first showed a warm and friendly smile to the young man, and then extended his right hand, as if this was his first time to formally introduce himself:

"this is my name."

Thales paused for a moment.

He took a deep look at Dele and then smiled.

"Of course, Dele."

The second prince sincerely stretched out his right hand and shook it with Dele:

"Tiles."

Their eyes met in the air and they nodded to each other.

Dele let go of the prince's right hand, but his conversation suddenly changed.

"From the perspective of the Western Wilderness nobles, Thales, I know how Fuxing Palace views us, and I know what we are facing, and I also know your sensitive and embarrassing situation."

Dele looked at Thales seriously.

Thales also looked back at him seriously.

"On a normal day, I might have said something special, something like 'Xihuang will not be your enemy, and the people of Xihuang are not' or anything like that."

Dele sighed:

"But you are Cohen's friend."

Dele's expression was a little sad and helpless:

"And from the perspective of his cousin, from the perspective of a friend, I must remind you, Thales."

The next moment, Dele lowered his head slightly and popped out a few words between his teeth that seemed to be more precious than gold and weaker than mosquitoes and flies:

"Be careful, Lord Cyril."

What?

Thales thought about the name for a moment, then frowned.

"You mean Duke Falkenhaus?"

"What's the meaning?"

Dele was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice:

"The Duke is good at manipulating people's hearts, even those who don't like him."

Manipulating people's hearts?

Thales was stunned for a second.

The first thing he thought of was the Scarlet Witch in the North.

But……

Cyril Falkenholz?

Persona non grata?

"Count Bozdorf said that the Duke is equally ambiguous to everyone, remains neutral and never takes sides." Dele's expression at this moment was unprecedentedly serious, as if he was facing a formidable enemy:

"That may be because Sir Cyril, the Lord of the Western Wasteland, wants him to think so."

Duke of Xihuang...

You want him to think so?

Thales was stunned.

It must be admitted that from the first minute they met, Dele gave him the impression of being cautious, thoughtful, decent in dealing with things, and never transgressing the rules.

But now...

"And if Count Bozdorf does not like Lord Cyril," Dele said to him coldly:

"That's probably because the Duke wants him to dislike him."

Thales took a breath in a daze:

"Then, the reason why the Duke is 'unpopular'..."

Dele nodded, lowered his voice, and took over the second half of the sentence:

"Because he doesn't want to be popular."

Thales looked at Dele blankly.

He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was different.

Wait, if this is true.

The impression Duke Falkenhauser gave him was also...

"Tiles, you may know that for historical reasons, my family has considerable experience in taming ravens."

Dele spoke again.

Thales tried his best to turn his attention to the present:

"Um, yes?"

The Earl of Yibao said cautiously:

"A few months ago, His Majesty reached an agreement with the lords of the Western Wilderness. We will send troops to the Freedom Alliance to force Exeter, so as to rescue you and return home."

"Yes." Thales replied subconsciously.

Dele's eyes became sharp:

"On the week when we reached an agreement with His Majesty, my crow whistle detected several long-distance messenger crows flying north across the border."

The week the deal was struck…

Flying north over the border…

The messenger crow from afar...
To be continued...