The music is melodious and the candlelight is romantic.

The banquet entered the next stage, and on the dance floor in the center of the hall, many men and women began to join hands and dance affectionately.

Except Taylor.

"No, madam, your boldness really amazed me, and it even brightened up this banquet."

Sitting on his seat, facing a young, lovely, lively and lovely aristocratic girl in front of him, Thales said dryly (probably only to deceive Ada) polite words:

"It's just that my identity is sensitive, and the matter is so big that I cannot act rashly."

"Especially the first dance after returning home. No matter who you dance with, it's not fair. Others will be resentful."

Thales noticed with his peripheral vision that Mallos ended his communication with several subordinates and walked towards him.

The watchman's eyes held urging and vigilance at the same time, and Thales understood the meaning:

Do it quickly.

"So, for the stability and balance of the kingdom, and for the prosperity and peace of the stars."

Thales cheered up, looked at the girl's crystal eyes kindly, gently held her palms, and held back his contempt for himself:

"I can only endure the great grief and give up the beauty of dancing with you."

"It breaks my heart."

The girl in front of her bit her lower lip, her eyes sad and hurt.

But she raised her skirt and knelt down with slight annoyance, glanced at Thales sadly, then turned and left.

Not sloppy, but graceful and graceful.

It makes people look askance.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief and felt exhausted.

This is the ninth lady who came to invite him to dance tonight, and the forty-fourth (or was it the fifty-fourth? I can't remember) guest who came to visit him.

"So you just got rid of Miss Enosa," Mallos' voice came from behind him:

"Nice job."

"So this is her name, Enosa?" Thales sighed: "Her expression, I feel very guilty."

Mallos flatly denied:

"That's not necessary."

"Miss Enosa is not only bold and outspoken, she also knows how to use her charm to capture trophies, and has made many young talents go through fire and water for her, life or death," the watchman sat down at the side table and said as calmly as water:

"Believe me, you don't want to duel with someone at the first banquet."

"Especially when assassins are around."

Thales felt dizzy for a while.

Oh yes.

According to Mallos, at this moment, there is a damn assassin hiding somewhere in the banquet.

It's probably going to be big news.

The king, his father and countless nobles and uncles were all present, watching with eager eyes.

The prince sent away the next guest who visited him in polite greetings, then put down his perfect smile, put down the wine glass that had touched his lips countless times, and relaxed the muscles in his waist.

"Are you sure? Assassin?"

"Just because of...a look?"

Mallos' voice was still steady:

"I'd rather believe it."

Thales turned his head and glanced at him before turning back.

"All right."

"So, a guy with a high status, who is qualified to attend the royal banquet, is guarding me tightly in front of everyone, regardless of his life and reputation, and wants to assassinate me crazily?"

Mallos raised his glass without changing his expression and drank from a distance with a friend at the next table:

"Or your father."

"Or my father." Thales was good-natured, but still depressed:

"But why? I just returned to Xingchen. What grudge is there? Did I steal his wife or kill his father?"

Mallos looked at the guests with vigilant eyes, but rarely had a cold sense of humor:

"Or both?"

Thales glanced at him unhappily.

"Anyway, don't relax, we haven't found him yet." Mallos said softly and continued to arrange people.

Thales exhaled - in front of him, the tenth lady stepped forward tremblingly and curtsied to him.

But as a prince, he has to remain calm, endure the attention of countless people, consider the impact, and maintain his manners.

He had to brace himself to deal with the guests who greeted him with various purposes.

Including the girl in front of him who came to invite him to dance: she was only eleven or twelve years old, and the nervous look on her face always reminded Thales of the little naughty boy he was when he was a child.

Oh, and Selma.

The girl is caught in the flames of war in the north.

And he was still thinking about how he could help her thousands of miles away at this banquet.

Thinking of the Grand Duchess, Thales felt unhappy again.

And all he can do is...

[Laugh, Thales, on this battlefield, smile is the best armor.]

"When you grow older, my lovely lady, I will definitely be fascinated by you and dance with you - but now, we must be responsible for your father and brother."

Thales forced a smile and sent away the tearful and aggrieved "Miss No. 10".

Before he could rest for a few seconds, the fifty-sixth guest, Levi Trudida from the Northland Reconstruction Tower, squeezed in with a smile on his face, his face full of flattery.

"Um, Polaris?"

"We, we agreed...me and you..."

oh.

Thales covered his eyes and rolled his eyes in his palms.

How do you say that? Say little slick, and the little slick will be there?

"I know, I know," the prince put down his hands, resisted his fatigue, and put on his 'armor' again: "Just do me a favor, little pot lid."

Small pot lid?

Levi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched the head of his pot lid.

"Sit down and smile," Thales said with a headache, "You can take whatever you want, including the one on my plate..."

"Do not talk."

Levi was startled again:

"But we..."

But Thales' eyes forced him back.

The guest from the Reconstruction Tower understood it. He sat down and smiled silly at Thales while eating, while secretly paying attention to a certain bureaucrat in the audience.

The prince also smiled at him gently to show his friendliness.

From the perspective of outsiders, it is simply a meeting of close friends and we talk about everything.

They sat facing each other in silence for five minutes.

It's a pity that no assassins showed up.

Fortunately, no one asked him to dance.

"Okay, it's almost time. They must think we are about to have sex."

Thales said listlessly.

He ignored Levi's weird look and enjoyed the rare rest time: "By the way, Levi."

Levi put down his wine glass and listened humbly.

"The Duke of South Triest in Cliffland, he told me," Thales closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead vigorously:

"He discovered your business of purchasing food from the stars and smuggling it from his territory."

Levi's expression changed drastically.
To be continued...