"Me too."

After a brief goodbye, neither of them said much, they just exchanged glances during a few simple greetings.

"Good morning."

On the other side, Dele, who had a serious face, nodded slightly to Gilbert, with a completely different tone of respect and solemnity than when facing the prince:

"Count Castle."

Gilbert responded with a smile, cordial and down-to-earth:

"Count Chroma."

"I'm glad to see you have a close friendship with His Highness."

Although Xingchen's cunning fox is standing on the ground, it doesn't make anyone feel that he is weak at all.

"And you must be a representative of Count Bozdorf?"

Paul on the other side had a sullen face:

"His heir."

Gilbert smiled politely as always:

"certainly."

With the arrival of Gilbert, Marius returned to the casual and indifferent attitude he had when they first met, and seemed to intend to leave all negotiations to the honorary Earl.

Facts have proved that there was no problem with his choice.

Dele sighed and was about to speak, but the next second, the cunning fox of the stars was ahead of him.

"Your Highness, gentlemen," Gilbert nodded to each commander with a warm and friendly smile:

"Since we are all here and there are so many people witnessing it, I will start directly."

Paul frowned as he looked at the royal army with vigilance.

Even Thales was stunned for a moment.

"start?"

Paul turned his head in confusion:

"Dele?"

But Dele just shook his head.

The next moment, Gilbert's face turned solemn. He held his cane under his arm, pulled out a beautifully decorated and large scroll from his arms, and unfolded it skillfully and gracefully.

Dele's eyebrows moved:

On the back of the scroll, the emblem of the nine-pointed star is clearly visible.

Just listen to Gilbert clearing his throat:

"Blessed by the goddess of the setting sun, witnessed by the ancestors of all generations..."

He has a tall and straight figure, a leisurely posture, a loud and relaxed voice, and carries a restrained but unignorable majesty:

"The orthodox legacy of the final empire, the successor of the resurrected King Tormund, the co-lord of the Ludor and the Northlanders of the Western Continent, the conqueror of the Dragon Bone Throne and the Altar of the Desert God, the protector of the Holy Tree and the Principality of Thera

The 39th Supreme King of the Star Kingdom and the Southern Islands, the Western Desert, the Guardian of the City of Steel and the Free Alliance, the 39th Supreme King of the Western Desert, Kessel Bright Star V, declares to all Star Citizens and all those before this writ

…”

Everyone in the audience moved slightly, exuding low and restrained whispers.

Gilbert ignored it and just stared at the scroll in his hand with a serious and respectful expression.

"On August 19, 679, the end of the Kingdom of Stars, in the eighteenth year of the reign of His Majesty the Venerable Kessel V, after careful and detailed consideration, he will excitedly grant praises, rewards, and commendations.

A gentleman with sufficient merit and matching status."

Gilbert paused for a moment, as if waiting for something, and looked around.

Thales's breathing began to quicken.

Everyone fell silent.

After it was completely quiet, Cunning Fox spoke again and read out the name:

"The Star of Thales."

At this moment, Dele, Paul, Mallos and others had different expressions.

Thales took a deep breath in anticipation. He no longer knew what his expression was.

"In the past six years, this nobleman and knight noblely sacrificed his rights as a prince, heroically defended the security of the northern border, selflessly protected the well-being of thousands of subjects, and respected the Kingdom of the Stars.

dignity……"

When reading this part, Gilbert's reading was ups and downs, with ups and downs of emotion.

He paused again, took a deep breath, and announced loudly under the eyes of the audience who were either complicated or surprised, excited or nervous:

"Therefore, he and his legal heirs will be granted the hereditary right to rule Xinghu Castle and its affiliated towns and lands by His Majesty, and will bear the honorable obligations of paying taxes and collecting taxes accordingly. From now on..."

"Duke of Star Lake."

At that moment, the whole audience could hear the needle drop.

Countless eyes invariably left Gilbert and finally landed on the young man on horseback.

But Thales just looked at Gilbert blankly.

What?

He was speechless and heartless.

"This agreement and this status will be witnessed by everyone in the kingdom and will be implemented immediately and will never be violated."

Gilbert watched the reaction of the audience with satisfaction. He slowly put away the scroll and left, smiling again:

"That's it."

A few seconds later, with the first suppressed sound, this section of the Grace Avenue came to life again.

Dele closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.

Paul looked at Thales with a very strange expression.

Mallos exchanged glances with his fellow guardsmen, still as relaxed as before.

"The formal announcement will be sent to all the stars with the public edict," Gilbert looked at the complicated-looking Earl of Wing Castle friendlyly:

"Of course, it also includes the entire Western Wilderness, including the territories of all your lords."

Dele tightened his grip on the reins and did not open his eyes.

"Now, Count Chroma, and you, Paul," Gilbert wore his signature impeccable smile and looked at the opponent's astonishing hundreds of Crow Whistle Qingqi for the first time, with a very serious look on his face.

Concerned expression:

"I think the Duke of Star Lake will welcome you to join his team and enjoy your company?"

Thales looked at Dele subconsciously.

Earl Yibao still closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

After a few seconds, Dele slowly opened his eyes.

"No, that's not necessary."

"I think our mission is accomplished, Paul."

This time, Dele's face was extremely cold and his words were pale.

"time to go."

Gilbert didn't say anything, he just curled his lips again and nodded gracefully to express his understanding.

Thales looked at him blankly, a little at a loss.

"Dele..."

Dele sighed and made a gesture.

Groups of Crow Whistle Qingqiu reacted as quickly as a flock of frightened crows. They all turned around and left the place.

"Rumble..."

For a while, the horses' hooves were going back and forth on the galloping road, and dust was billowing.

Full of reluctance, Paul could only rein in his horse and leave.

Dele paused for a moment, and stretched out his palm towards Thales amidst the harsh sound of horse hooves.

The prince who had not recovered yet instinctively grasped it, but was pulled forward by him.

"Take care, Your Highness."

Dele's hand was very strong, and he approached the prince's ear with a serious face:
To be continued...