In the main hall of Lorenburg, Gilbert's pupils reflected the light of the eternal lamp in the distance.

"Baron Williams informed me that a few days ago, His Excellency Duke Cyril Falkenholz paid you an unexpected visit."

The Foreign Secretary asked gently but cautiously:

"I take it that he brought you more than just a sword?"

Taylor paused.

"He did say a lot."

The young man swallowed the piece of meat, his eyes were slightly focused, and he was thoughtful:

"It also makes me very uneasy."

Gilbert's expression darkened.

"Associating with different people is always the most direct way to gain insight into the world."

Gilbert's words were still gentle, but he was a little more careful and thoughtful:

"But, Your Highness."

"Please make sure you never forget," Gilbert sat opposite him and said thoughtfully:

"Everyone lets you see what they want you to see."

"Especially when your position is so special and your identity is so sensitive."

Thales stopped his knife and fork and was silently lost in thought.

"What a coincidence."

"Not long ago," Thales' expression was helpless and mocking:

"Count Chroma said something similar."

Gilbert looked at him intently, but hesitated to speak.

Thales continued to eat his dinner until the cunning fox of the stars sighed:

"Now that you have seen them, Your Majesty the Duke."

"Then what kind of people do you think the nobles in the Western Wilderness are?"

The movements of Thales' hands slowed down.

The nobles of the Western Wilderness...

what kind of person?

His thoughts went back to the past, to the moment when he met the three nobles Falkenhauser, Chroma and Bozdorf.

The prince narrowed his eyes:

"They are not stupid, they know you... know what we want to do."

"From Blade Tooth Camp to Gift Town."

Thales looked at the lights in the distance in fascination.

Gilbert frowned slightly, then cleared his throat:

"So how do they deal with, I mean... facing 'us'?"

how to respond……

Thales fell into deep thought again, immersed in what he saw and heard in the Western Wasteland.

"It's hard to say, from the guardian duke to the imperial earl, from the four-eyed skull to the crow, the black lion, from the new nobles to the old forces, it can be seen that their relationship is not good and they have different opinions."

Thales cut the steak that had been neatly and evenly cut by D.D into irregular small pieces and frowned:

"I guess they're not coping very well."

Under the light, Gilbert's expression became a little complicated.

"Is it."

Thales nodded, worried:

"And we are forcing them step by step to come together to fight us and fight their common enemy."

Gilbert hummed and suddenly asked:

"for example?"

The prince raised his eyebrows:

"Like Williams."

Thinking of this name, and thinking of the corpse on the sand, Thales felt that the meat in his mouth should be filled with panic.

Gilbert nodded suddenly.

Thales reluctantly swallowed the food and did not wait for the other party to speak:

"Why him, Gilbert?"

Thales put down his knife and fork and turned to Gilbert with a serious and puzzled expression.

"Why is this...unkind guy staying in the Western Wasteland, representing the Fuxing Palace and the royal family, and ruling the Blade Ya Camp?"

Thales shrugged:

"He can't even cooperate well with the people in the Kingdom's secret department."

Gilbert's expression changed several times:

"Your Highness..."

But Thales didn't let him interrupt him:

"And based on what I know about him in a short period of time..."

Thales raised his index finger and frowned fiercely:

"Every minute the Legend Wings stayed at the Blade Tooth Camp, the local nobles in the Western Wilderness became more desperate and restless, pushing them further away from the Fuxing Palace and intensifying their conflicts with the royal family, until they took the final step

A dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, taking a desperate step."

"Not to mention compared to the rough and delicate Fury of the Kingdom, and the mature and steady Flower of the Fortress..."

The prince turned around and looked at Gilbert, who had a complicated look on his face.

"To put it bluntly..."

Thales sighed, searched for suitable descriptions, and said helplessly:

"Even the Fallen Star is a better person than him."

Gilbert frowned and said nothing.

His eyes first fell on Thales, and then moved to the dinner plate that was messily eaten by the prince, and he was silent for a long time.

Just when Thales thought that his inquiry was fruitless, he had no choice but to turn around and continue to fight for dinner...

"You are as sharp and intelligent as you were six years ago, Your Highness."

Gilbert sighed slowly and his eyes sharpened:

"But, my lord the Duke."

"I'm thinking that you may need to jump out and take a look at the situation in the Western Wilderness from the height of the kingdom, the breadth of history, and our perspective."

The height of the kingdom.

The breadth of history.

Our perspective.

Thales blinked, looking confused.

"Let alone other unexpected small and medium-sized nobles, take the three major families of Xihuang you mentioned as an example. They do have different attitudes towards the Fuxing Palace."

Gilbert sat upright with a smile on his face, as if he had once again become the tireless educator he was six years ago:

"One is moderate and conservative, the other is radical and dissatisfied, and the third is insensitive and ambiguous."

"How do you think this situation is for us?"

Thales leaned back on the dining chair and rolled his eyes.

mild.

radical.

numbness.

Three different figures, the crow, the black lion, the skull, and the old, middle and young people, appeared before his eyes.

"Good thing."

Thales tried hard to remind himself that he belonged to the Bright Star royal family and should speak from the right standpoint:
To be continued...