"Your Highness, our kingdom will do our best to protect your safety..."

Thales hummed and raised the corners of his lips bitterly.

"Yes, you also said this."

"six years ago."

The Foreign Secretary was immediately speechless.

A few seconds later, Gilbert answered unnaturally:

"This, this is why Yoder is by your side along the way."

He reluctantly said:

"His Majesty is concerned about your safety, so he sent his most trusted secret guard..."

"He believes that Yodel can protect you just as he believes that he can protect His Majesty himself."

After saying that, Gilbert turned his head and scanned the air beside him, as if confirming something:

"Right, old friend?"

But there were only two people at the table in the main hall.

There was only the sound of knives and forks clashing with dinner plates in the air.

no respond.

Gilbert's smile slowly stiffened.

Thales raised his eyes and looked at his old teacher with unclear emotions.

Gilbert breathed out.

"Perhaps Jodl is not here at the moment," the Foreign Secretary said with a wry smile:

"Or maybe he just..."

Gilbert glanced around, finally lowered his head in embarrassment, and sighed helplessly:

"...don't want to talk to me."

At this moment.

"The latter." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

The Foreign Secretary was startled.

Gilbert looked back subconsciously, and all he saw was still void.

Thales curled his lips.

"All right."

Gilbert felt sad:

"By the way, mission accomplished, old friend."

"You have lived up to His Majesty's trust and protected his heir's safe return."

Still no response.

Gilbert could only sigh and look back angrily.

Instead, Thales suddenly put down his knife and fork and stared into the air.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert asked concerned.

Thales didn't look at him, just grabbed the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of beans.

"Nothing, just..."

Thales looked at Bean in rapt attention and subconsciously twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I miss the Northland a little bit."

in particular……

While dining.

Gilbert suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"You know, after the "Fortress Peace" eighteen years ago, for a long time..."

The Foreign Minister nodded, his tone full of endless nostalgia.

"I think so too."

At the dining table, an old man and a young man were immersed in their own memories.

After a few seconds, Thales came back to his senses and gently put down the spoonful of beans.

Grab the hard-to-use knife and fork.

The second prince showed a decent smile to Gilbert and ate a piece of meat covered in sauce with perfect etiquette.

Gilbert gave him a pleased smile in return.

But only Thales knows.

That piece of meat was left out too long.

Bitter.

stiff.

In the dim light, Count Bozdorf stepped into the door, dusty and dusty.

A guard with a four-eyed skull emblem printed on his armor rushed forward, but he pushed him away unceremoniously.

The guard was furious and was about to draw his sword.

"It's okay," a sharp and cold voice sounded in the room, causing the guard's arm to stop abruptly:

"He can come in."

Without even looking at the guard who was ordered to retreat, Count Bozdorf strode directly to the owner of the sharp voice, staring intently at the man who was eating.

"You came in without announcing it," Cyril Falkenholz swallowed a mouthful of fruit, then raised his terrifying face and looked at the visitor with squinted eyes:

"If Gao He were here, he would beat you to death directly."

"Use your fists."

But his threats seemed to have no effect on the guests.

"My father respects you, Cyril," the owner of the Black Lion, Lewis Bozdov, said coldly:

"I don't."

Duke Xihuang sneered.

"What a coincidence, I also respect your father," he turned his attention away from the plate in front of him and said in a cold tone:

"But not you."

Bozdov snorted angrily.

"Did you make the crow travel day and night to the camp to pick him up?"

Earl Lewis gritted his teeth, and the anger in his eyes almost overflowed:

"you?"

Duke Xihuang chuckled again and did not answer.

But Bozdov wasn't ready to let him go just like that.

Boom!

The fists wearing iron gloves hit Falkenhauser's dining table, knocking the plate of fish over and causing juices to splash everywhere.

The Duke of Xihuang is neither flustered nor angry.

He just silently took out a handkerchief and wiped his splashed face.

Earl Black Lion bent his elbows and slowly pressed his upper body towards the Duke.

"I even prepared that kid's family flag, it's so big," Lewis' eyes were like daggers, biting the words fiercely:

"Just waiting to 'greet' him."

Duke Xihuang chuckled:

"real?"

Count Bozdorf stared at the seemingly indifferent Duke, and then curled his lips.

He laughed as if he was angry.

"In Grace Town, that boy was right in front of me, as close as I am to you now."

"You can cut your throat with one knife."
To be continued...