The Mindis Hall was still filled with constant but restrained noise (except perhaps for the rude voices of the guests from the North and the Dwarves). Many heavyweight guests arrived one after another, and the surrounding area of ​​the banquet hall became the most familiar social place for the upper class of the royal capital.

As for the host of the banquet, Thales still faithfully performed his duties.

"So, Your Majesty the Duke, it is indeed a pity that I missed you, but did you know that this was not Sunset's arrangement?"

Archdeacon Stylianides nodded politely to Duke Xinghu. He was frank, humble and considerate, which made people fall in love with him at first sight.

"... gave me the opportunity to reflect on myself: Do I care about this matter for the vanity and status represented by that position, or for the determination and belief to spread the faith... Of course, the result of the reflection makes me ashamed...

…”

Thales had a friendly conversation with the most promising young priest in the Sunset Church, politely greeting him, smiling fresh and sincerely, and nodding in agreement from time to time.

"Facts have proved that I am far from attaining the qualities that God appreciates, and I am indeed not worthy to discuss God's teachings with you..."

Not far away, Doyle squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, carefully looking at Thales who was chatting cordially with the guests.

"Hey, I recognize that look."

Glover turned his head when he heard this and glanced at Doyle: Do you recognize him again?

"Your Highness is laughing." Grover said coldly.

But d.d shook his head and clicked his tongue:

"No, no, no, believe me, that child must be so upset right now that he wants to scream at the sky and beat the earth..."

Glover turned his head back and turned a deaf ear.

Doyle was left shaking his head, feeling deeply:

"According to my experience, that is when the love in your heart is given to someone else, and you are unable to do anything about it..."

Glover snorted coldly.

Seeing that he did not receive a positive response, Doyle couldn't help but turn around and poke his colleague.

"So, you're not curious at all?"

d.d is not without regrets:

"What exactly did Earl Castle say to him?"

Glover glanced at Doyle, then looked behind him, his face expressionless, let alone speaking.

"I know."

Doyle paused slightly.

Listening to the footsteps and familiar voice behind him, he turned around stiffly and said in an unsteady tone:

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty the Duke?"

I saw Thales had ended the conversation at some point and was standing behind him with his hands behind his back, his face full of joy.

Why does this kid look like a street thief...

Doyle was silently depressed.

I'm so quiet, can you still hear me?

"Gilbert just told me," Thales imitated Doyle's tone just now and said with emotion:

"The love in my heart is promised to someone else, but I can't do anything about it..."

Doyle touched his head and put on a naive and ignorant smile.

If he remembers it well, maybe this is how the silly Cohen captured the heart of the young Duke?

Until Thales suddenly turned cold:

"Are you satisfied?"

Doyle's smile faltered.

"Hey, um, you are really good at joking. Who else in the world who is not smart enough dares to touch your woman..."

The next second, Doyle shuddered again.

He felt inexplicably that after saying these words, the Duke's aura...

It seems to be getting colder?

Thales snorted softly before taking a step away.

Glover curled his lips and followed him competently.

"Hey," the zombie walked past Doyle, who was asking for trouble, and didn't care:

"I recognize that look."

Doyle was stunned for a moment, then gave him a vicious look.

Bah, zombie, I really misjudged you before.

It turns out that you are also a gossip who takes pleasure in others' misfortune.

I will remember this grudge!

Thales ignored the back-and-forth exchanges of swords and undercurrents between the two men behind him, and just moved forward on his own.

In fact, Doyle got it right on part of his mind.

Thales no longer remembers how he said goodbye to Gilbert.

What he remembered was that he still maintained his grace and propriety - just like a most competent Duke of Star Lake - and appeared at the reception position to continue his duties.

But only the Duke himself knows.

From that moment on, his steps became much heavier in a trance.

The noise around him blended into one blur, but he could no longer filter out the part he wanted.

Calm down, Thales.

The Duke had no expression on his face and said silently in his heart.

Selma.

She'll be fine.

[They captured the enemy commander...]

[Life or death is unknown...]

The muscles in Thales' arms tightened unconsciously.

The sin of the river of hell flows silently.

No.

Thales's breathing gradually quickened.

No, calm down, Thales.

The prince said to himself again.

Cheer up.

Selma will be fine.

She is the Grand Duke of Longxiao City. The Freedom Alliance will understand that the value of keeping her alive is far higher than killing her to vent their anger...

Or worse...

Thinking of this, Thales' breathing suddenly became tight.

【Because you are a girl.】

[Then it’s doomed... In most games in this world, you have to pay a higher price than men...]

When he thought about what he had said to the girl, Thales felt even more heartbroken.

At that moment, there was endless, incomprehensible anger in his heart.

Burn to everything.

Nicolai.

Dead Face, why can't you protect your master? You just scratched your skin in the hands of the Dead Crow and turned into a waste? Why do you have the nerve to call yourself a Fallen Star?

Regency of Lisbane.

Defender and protector of Longxiao City, aren't you the "Dragon Eye" of the born king? Could it be that all your plans and schemes went to hell with the late king?

Count Kierkegaard.

He is clearly known as the most powerful general under the command of King Nun. Is it possible that his shameless talk every day and his record of losing an arm in conquering Freehold are all shameless bragging?

Grand Duke Ronnie.

The majestic, resolute and courageous Lord of Qiyuan City can't even do anything to the small Free Castle. You still rule the shit, why don't you commit suicide to thank the world?

And others...
To be continued...