"Three thousand years ago today, all the armies of the ancient kings marched northward, making a desperate move against the orcs, chasing the saints thousands of miles away."

Thales recalled Errol's world history class:

"Not just King Anset of the Rock Ridge, but King Ludor, Chauvin, Northland, Thornland, Far Mountain, Kelunsa, Saltland... He was the king of countless peoples, countless countries, and countless city-states in that era.

Only when human beings are united and selfless and fearless can they create miracles and write epics."

Thales raised his voice:

"They stand on the glacier, stepping on the skulls of orcs, and declare to the world: As long as we work together, humans are invincible!"

Many guests looked serious, raised their glasses and saluted from a distance.

"opposite of this……"

Thales lowered his expression and looked at each guest carefully: Duke Cullen with an innocent look on his face, Zhan with a gloomy look on his face, Coste who was thoughtful, Val who was silently dazed...

"Division leads to weakness, internal strife leads to weakness, selfishness leads to despicability, and fratricide leads to ruin."

Thales' voice became thicker. He looked around and there was no doubt:

"Believe me, I have witnessed how the descendants of the hero Nekaru live: King Nun's tyranny brings suspicion from above and below, King Charmaine's tyranny makes him countless enemies, the unruly ambitions of the princes make the kingdom turbulent, and

The people of the North have been fanatical, blind and self-righteous since ancient times, which has caused the situation to deteriorate repeatedly and become irreversible."

He said seriously:

"So I understand, whether it is the battle of chasing saints or today's kingdom, only by overcoming these weaknesses, only by working together as one, and only by uniting and uniting can we stand on the earth and look up to the sky."

Thales said loudly:

"Just like today, just like yesterday, just like tomorrow's countless days and nights, I and you all here will be united and unwavering in our ambition!"

Gilbert and several friends had strange expressions, seeming to be surprised by the prince's improvisation.

The next second, Thales raised the wine glass above his head and shouted angrily:

"Honor the stars!"

Just listen to Thales' long voice:

"We have been bathing in her light for seven hundred years, grateful for her greatness, sheltering her wings, and sharing her glory!"

A second of silence.

Until the shackled Duke of the North, Val Arend unexpectedly raised his glass and shouted decisively:

"Honor the stars!"

The one-eyed Duke of Cliffland, Coste Nantriste, smiled and raised his glass in the same manner:

"Honor the stars!"

Immediately afterwards, Queen Keya also raised her wine glass expectantly and cooperatively, leading a large number of guests who were not used to it to raise their glasses.

Soon, under the urging of the queen's eyes, the king also hummed softly and raised his wine glass nonchalantly.

With the precedent set, the guests were aroused. They all raised their glasses and responded:

"Honor the stars!"

The hall suddenly boiled with excitement, and the sound shook the ceiling.

Jorge and Levi Trudida, who were sitting in the corner, looked around and awkwardly raised their wine glasses in order to join the group.

Thales took a deep breath and got rid of the anxiety in his heart:

"To the King!"

Thales turned to King Kessel, raised his wine glass, and tried not to read the extremely complicated meaning in the latter's eyes:

"He turned the tide when he was in danger. He worked hard for decades and guarded the kingdom with perseverance!"

The guests in the hall gradually got used to it and echoed in unison:

"To the King!"

Thales' words became smoother and smoother. He turned around, looked at the entire hall, and turned the wine glass in a circle:

"Honor ourselves!"

"For all the gentlemen here and our ancestors, for hundreds of years we have worked together to carry forward the great cause of mankind's most glorious past! And we will continue to be unstoppable!"

The guests raised their glasses and responded like a flash flood:

"Honor ourselves!"

Thales breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and looked to the north again:

"besides--"

Thales roared sincerely:

"Fuck you! Charmaine Rumba!"

There was no need to remind anyone, and no one seemed to think about it. Many people followed without hesitation and shouted:

"Fuck you! Charmaine Rumba!"

After shouting this sentence, many people were stunned for a moment, then realized and burst into laughter.

This time, it was rare for the guests with different backgrounds at different seats to agree. Including Northlanders like Jorge and Levi, they all shouted sincerely and without any grudges.

But at this moment, a different shout penetrated the crowd and sounded loudly:

"To Duke Thales!"

Thales was slightly startled.

It was a young nobleman with ordinary clothes and unspectacular appearance. He stood among the guests from other places, raised his glass resolutely and shouted:

"For his open-mindedness, wisdom, mind, courage - and youth!"

Everyone was startled again, but soon, many people responded one after another:

"To the Duke of Star Lake!"

"To Prince Thales!"

"Honor the bright star!"

The echoes in the hall were loud and loud, but many people were regretful:

Why didn't you speak first?

Thales listened to the echoes in the hall, ignored the expression of the king behind him, and took a deep breath.

"Gentlemen!"

Thales had a firm look on his face, his gaze did not waver, he raised his glass and shouted the last protracted toast:

"If the stars are there——"

Without anyone's reminder, all the emotionally aroused guests reacted in unison and shouted out the second half of the sentence they knew by heart:

"——The empire lives on forever!"

Thales struck while the iron was hot, raised his head to drink the cup, and even spilled a lot of it for the heroic effect of drinking it all in one gulp.

Fortunately, it's not rye distilled from the North.

It is grape wine produced in Xingchen.

Thales lowered his head and saw that all the guests were almost drunk, and then he laughed and said:

"Very well, then let the banquet -"

The next second, Thales instinctively lowered the wine glass:

"let's start!"

But this time, Thales did not hear the powerful and uplifting sound that he had become so familiar with in the past few years when the Northland's thick wooden wine glass collided with the dining table or stone bricks.

But...

"Crack-"

Thales trembled all over!

This sound...

Crisp, sweet, pure...

Let people...

Heartbroken.

Everyone was stunned.

There was a sudden silence in the banquet hall.

Duke Xinghu lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the precious glass wine glass at his feet that had been shattered into pieces.

Shet.
To be continued...