Thales adjusted his breathing, but realized something in his heart.

Wake up, Thales.

You are far from the point where you finally overturn the chessboard.

Engage the enemy.

Observe the enemy.

Conquer the enemy.

Thales silently recited the three principles of dealing with the enemy and thought about it carefully.

The sin of the Hell River seems to be in sync with the owner's state. At this moment, it flows slowly, dark and stagnant, without the madness and violence before.

Charmaine Lombard.

A name crossed my mind.

Exeter's Western Expedition was completely defeated, and even his commander was captured. This was no longer just a problem for the three major territories.

It's about the dignity of the entire Exeter.

If King Charman still wants to secure his position, he cannot turn a blind eye and pretend to be deaf and dumb.

He must take back Selma from the Freedom League in the name of the whole kingdom.

Of course, this may come at the expense of the Black Sand Leader reaching out to the internal affairs of the three cities and expanding its royal power...

etc.

Expand royal power.

Thales' thoughts cleared.

The Free Alliance has a small and weak people, and as a rule, it is impossible to fight against the powerful Longxiao, Qiyuan, defend the three cities, and reverse the victory by itself.

They may have strong reinforcements or external forces to intervene in the situation.

Thales frowned.

King Charmaine.

It's you?

you again?

Then things are not that simple. He will use the captured Thelma as a bargaining chip and use every bit of value in her to divide, bribe, extort, deceive, and do everything possible.

Weaken Qiyuan City.

Deterrence and garrison city.

Conquer Longxiao City.

As for the little slippery guy...

[Be careful, Thales, when people smell your weakness...]

King Charman's voice vaguely sounded in his ears, and Thales clenched his fists again.

what to do.

Thousands of miles away, how should I face...Charmaine Lombard?

what to do?

Thales's fists clenched tighter and tighter.

The sin of the Hell River seems to have sensed the master's mood. After discovering that it has signs of resurgence, it is ready to move and try to cover the master's body again.

But the next moment, a new guest interrupted Thales's memories.

The person who came had long strides, his cloak was slightly raised, his left eye was covered with scars, and the only remaining eye revealed a cold and stern look.

Thales breathed slightly.

It's him.

Six years ago...

Old friend.

The moment this nobleman appeared, the originally noisy Mindis Hall courtyard was like a conductor waving the baton in his hand, drawing a pause to the music.

Even Doyle is no longer smiling.

All the guests who saw him were silent. Those who recognized him, but at the prompts of each other, came forward in twos and threes to greet him.

Nobles in their prime are not enthusiastic, and respond to the greetings of lower-level nobles casually and arrogantly.

The middle-aged nobleman walked into the hall door, handed his cloak to the waiter, took the pen and paper, scratched the list of guests, and looked around the Mindis Hall.

"Rudolf told me before that this is a good place and worth visiting often."

The young noble snorted softly and said coldly:

"Now, huh, I still prefer Yadi."

The next second, the one-eyed guest stopped and landed on Thales.

At Mallos's signal, Thales stepped forward slowly and smiled.

"Dear Duke Nantry, welcome..."

But the other party interrupted him bluntly.

"Why are you so thin?"

"You haven't grown much taller either?"

Thales' expression froze.

I saw the guardian duke of the cliff, the owner of the giant-horned deer, Coust Nantrist, nicknamed "One-eyed Dragon", frowning and looking at him:

"Have the Yankees abused you these past six years?"

As the majestic Duke of Star Lake, Thales was silent for a while and could only continue to give him a decent smile.

Coster snorted coldly:

"Then you'd better return the favor and live up to the stars."

After saying this, Duke One-Eyed Dragon pushed the waiter forward without even looking at the prince.

No.

Thales frowned lightly, but his heart felt relieved.

At least, he can still do things.

"Lord Costus, do you know Levi Trudida?"

Coster's footsteps stopped.

Thales made a downward gesture to Mallos and the other three, and followed suit, standing opposite the one-eyed dragon.

"He is the son of Grand Duke Zai Zao Pa. He is also here to attend the banquet today."

Coster narrowed his one eye and looked at Thales carefully.

"Trudida..."

Duke Yadi snorted disdainfully:

"Some shameless Northland bastard has fathered a lot of sons and a lot of bastards."

"God knows which of his sons it is."

"God knows if it's his seed."

Listening to the other party's emotional confirmation of Trudida, Thales was thoughtful.

The reconstruction tower is adjacent to the northern border and is related to the border defense between the two countries.

But it actually has more mountain territory, bordering the cliff land territory of the South Triest family. They both survive and develop in the Sighing Mountains and confront each other.

("Just two cowards, separated by a grand canyon, nestled on the peaks on both sides, shouting at each other in the air: Come over if you dare!" - While picking his nose with disdain, he listened boredly to the history class of the two children in the Northland.

Nicolai.)

Thales took a step closer, forcing himself not to look at Coste's scar-covered left eye, and whispered:

"Levi Yang, let me help you. I need to buy some food to take home."

food.

The one-eyed dragon moved slightly:

"food?"

Thales didn't have time to feel the other party's reaction and nodded:

"The autumn harvest has passed, and winter is approaching."
To be continued...