"Won't you be tougher?"

Patterson shook his head in embarrassment:

"His Majesty has told me that if he wants to attend the banquet, there must be no injuries on his face."

"It's hard."

Mallos snorted unhappily:

"Find a piece of cloth to cover him and take him directly to the seat..."

"When the time is up, send him back."

Patterson nodded in agreement and turned to look at the new guest with a businesslike attitude:

"Lord Val, welcome to Mindis Hall, please follow me..."

But the silent new guest spoke up at this moment:

"When your house was still prosperous, Tormund Mallos..."

Mallos' expression changed and he turned to face the guest.

The guest's voice was obviously majestic and deep, but his tone was like that of a rogue who has been suffering from illness for many years, sounding old and lifeless:

"Your father once asked to marry the daughter of the Arend family for you."

Mallos frowned slightly.

"He probably thought that Nolan Nur will eventually inherit the family business, and my brother has a close personal relationship with the two princes. No matter who is the king, the Duke of the North will be popular. As for you, with the help of your in-laws who are high-ranking dukes,

Naturally, he has a higher status among the seven servants of the Brilliant Star."

As soon as these words came out, the guards responsible for guarding the guests froze and looked at the commander tentatively.

Mallos only paused briefly, then put on a smile and looked politely at this strange guest.

The guest smiled sadly, raised his hands, and caused the metal shackles and chains to ring again, mixed with the faint joyous music in his ears, like a touch of cold color injected into a spring landscape painting.

"Now... look at us."

"The family has become a shackled prisoner," the man slowly raised his head, looked at Mallos, and then at the Mindis Hall. The twitching of his lips caused the movement of his gray beard:

"A family has become a guard watching the shackles."

Look at the guards in chains...

Mallos frowned, forcing himself not to pay attention to the other person's implication:

"Your Excellency, we have arranged a seat for you in the banquet hall..."

But the guest's words carry the power accumulated over many years, and they always seem to interrupt him just right:

"You know, many years ago."

The man in rich clothes looked at the layout of Mindis Hall in ecstasy:

"My brother is just like you. As a glorious royal guard, he once stood here and fulfilled his duties to guard this virtuous king's mansion."

"And I walked past the garden countless times and watched that crazy girl running toward me."

The vicissitudes of life man put down his chains, his eyes confused:

"Now, Mindis Hall is reopened."

"My brother is no longer around."

Mallos said nothing.

The man hummed softly and looked up at the statue of the Three Star Kings high up, his eyes getting darker.

The king of bastards, the king of wives, the king of rotten debts - the man thought this and raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

But after a few seconds, the man's eyes turned cold.

"And he's not the only brother I've lost."

He looked at the Three Kings of the Stars and said disdainfully:

"no."

Mallos was silent for a while, then finally breathed out and looked at his subordinates.

"Go through the side door and invite the Duke into the banquet hall. Remember to be low-key and, of course, be polite."

His tone was cold and his eyes were stern.

Punishment Officer Patterson realized what the officer meant, and he waved his hands after being fed up with the anger along the way. The two men in the guard looked cold and were about to step forward to restrain the man.

But the man suddenly turned around and became angry!

"I am a descendant of Arlend, the master of Cold Castle, and the Guardian Duke of the North of the Kingdom of Stars!"

"And I saw the old fat man's carriage. This is where he entered! Upright and upright!"

The majesty he exuded at that moment made the people around him frown.

Arend looked at Mallos coldly:

"If your master wants to prove to the kingdom that I am still breathing and that he has not killed everyone, then at least he should respect the status of the Duke."

Mallos' eyes turned cold.

At this moment.

"Marios!"

A young but gentle voice sounded. Thales came from another side door and nodded to the watchman:

"I'll just come."

"You all go down."

Patterson looked at Mallos warily.

Marius paused, looked at Glover and Doyle behind Thales, and then nodded to Patterson.

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Duke." The executioner bowed to Thales and stepped aside with the guards.

Thales exhaled and walked towards the new guest.

"Long time no see, Duke Val."

From the moment Thales appeared, the guests' eyes were fixed on the young owner of Mindis Hall.

He looked at the figure of Duke Xinghu crazily, first surprised, then relieved.

"So you're back."

Val Arend—the Duke of the North, whose conspiracy was exposed six years ago and was imprisoned, looked at the second prince with complicated eyes:

"How's Exeter?"

How about it?

The prince looked at the other party and sighed slowly:

"The wind and frost are so severe that it is hard to shake its strength."

And Thales was also looking at Val carefully. He couldn't help but notice that Val's once majestic figure was much thinner, and he had a full beard.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered what Josh, the Sword of Disaster, said when he was still in the Prison of Bones:

[This is what imprisonment does to a person... no matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are.]

【They are forever lost in the lonely void, never to come back.】

Thales' eyes focused in front of him.

In the past, the impassioned and heroic Duke of the North...

No more.

Val pondered for a few seconds.

"Rumba, how is he?"

Rumba.

Thales' heart sank.

What was Val's mood when he met and cooperated with Charmaine Lombard, who was still just the Grand Duke of the Black Sands?

Six years later, the two of them were in completely different situations. I wonder what he was thinking?

"The wind and frost are severe," the prince said softly, and answered word for word:

"It's hard to shake its strength."

After the strange question and answer, Val fell silent.

But then he chuckled softly, moved forward, and walked to the banquet hall with ease.

Like a wanderer returning home.
To be continued...