Thales said with great interest:

"It seems that 'One-Eyed Dragon' Coster is very unhappy."

"You mean smuggling?"

To his surprise, the little pot lid changed its expression very quickly and said solemnly:

"What, there are still such lawless people in our territory? Don't worry, Your Highness, I will strictly enforce it after I go back..."

"take it easy."

Thales slapped his hands indifferently, with a bored look on his face, and lied without any burden:

"I convinced him. The one-eyed dragon will turn a blind eye to you to prevent Lombard from becoming powerful."

"You can continue to transport supplies."

Levi's eyes widened.

He tried hard to smile and find the right words:

"Ah, Polaris, you are really, really that..."

Rain fell from the sky? Thales found the words for him.

"But you have to think more about it," but Thales just wanted to end it quickly and interrupted him with a wave of his hand:

"If this route is discovered by the Black Sand Leader in the future, or even the fact that you came to me for help is exposed - then King Charman will only think that you have colluded with Xingchen a long time ago and are hiding different intentions."

"And you know how much he hates me."

The little pot lid's eyes turned around.

"You must hurry up and find internal support to fight against the parricide."

Thales sighed:

"In the final analysis, Exeter's affairs can only be solved internally."

Internal aid, internal.

Thales felt that he had made it clear enough.

There was silence between the two of them for a while.

"Your Highness's golden words." Levi became serious:

"I'll keep it in mind."

Thales shook his head.

"Of course, the one-eyed dragon is not a good product," the young man raised his glass and clinked it with Levi: "If he breaks his promise behind my back, cuts off your cargo route, or wants to blackmail me..."

Thales' eyes turned cold:

"Remember to ventilate with me."

Levi looked heavy and just nodded.

"Finally, your previous promise..." Thales said casually.

Levi was categorical:

"I will do it for Your Highness."

In this way, Polaris sent away the worried little pot lid.

Thales exhaled heavily, feeling tired and unhappy.

It's like even the river of sin has dried up.

But the rest benefit Levi brings is only these five minutes.

Soon, Thales had to put on the "armor" again and greet "Miss No. 11" fully armed.

After seeing her off, he tried to concentrate and looked around.

There's another assassin to worry about.

During this time, his (or Mallos') Star Lake Guards had already begun to move, lightly armed and silent.

Conmuto, the former security officer who had swordsmanship with Thales, Bastia, a strong man with a sinewy face, Franzuk who was as tall as a flagpole, and Ferry, who looked dull—these guards

The men of the wing gathered quietly, or hid in the shadows of the foyer and corridor, or pretended to be servants serving wine, or pretended to be on duty, standing guard not far from Thales, vigilantly scanning the people approaching the prince.

In the vanguard wing, Zoneved, who is accustomed to wielding a left-handed sword, Vladeng, who helps Thales with his shield, Nie Xi, who is young and energetic, Oskarson, who is unattractive, and Supa, who is of foreign origin, have served in the army and fought in the war.

Morgan, several people were scattered in the hall, each occupying different places, guarding the high hall platform, servant passage and entrance and exit, and also paying attention to the people coming and going.

As for Piloga and other people in the logistics wing, at the strong request of the prince, they went to search the fireplace and other hiding places in the Mindis Hall ("There once was a Grand Duke who didn't pay attention to the fireplace, and then he became the king." - Incomparable.

Serious Prince Thales).

The heralds directly under Mallos, Toledo and Tangsin, went back and forth between them inconspicuously like scheduled patrols, but in fact they were delivering orders and communicating information.

They also paid attention to the prince all the time.

Looking at all this, Thales felt even more stressed.

The king, the banquet, the guests, the assassins, the stars, Exeter, Thelma, the Star Lake Guards, and the damn Mindis Hall and the title of Duke...

He only felt that he was chained by countless chains.

The other end of the chain was firmly fixed on every pillar in the hall, making him unable to move and dying.

Thales's smile has long been frozen into ice, like worn out armor.

The prince looked at the shackled and lonely Duke Val from a distance, and felt a sense of envy from the bottom of his heart.

Maybe, he is luckier.

At least, he won't have to endure this anymore after tonight.

At this moment, Doyle, who had gone to inquire among the guests for information, returned.

"Sir, Your Highness."

He was full of energy, radiant, majestic and high-spirited.

The exhausted Thales and the anxious Mallos are in perfect contrast.

Thales and Mallos narrowed their eyes at the same time and leaned forward.

The two of them stared at a suspicious red mark faintly exposed under Doyle's collar - a lip mark?

d.d noticed their gazes and straightened his collar calmly:

"Well, you know, intelligence work...some senior informants charge very high prices..."

Mallos coughed:

"Doyle?"

"Sorry, sir," Doyle looked solemn and returned to the topic:

"If you ask me, almost all unmarried ladies between the ages of nine and thirty-nine, including their male relatives, are looking at His Highness overtly or covertly, glancing upward every ten seconds, and discussing your status and appearance enthusiastically.

, body shape, clothing, emotional life, deeds and resume, character, the importance is in descending order..."

"Many people have asked me about your preferences and habits, and bet on who can win your heart! Hehe, how could they know that what our Highness likes is..."

Thales frowned:

"d.d?"

"Sorry, Your Highness," Doyle saw that the situation was not good and quickly changed the topic:

"With all due respect, those people's enthusiasm for collecting information about His Highness, and the way they looked at His Highness, whether they were men or women, seemed to want to eat him alive. They looked more like assassins than assassins."

Doyle spread his hands helplessly.

Thales was stunned and looked towards the banquet center.

But wherever he looked, every guest was immersed in his own little world, chatting or exchanging glasses of wine.

Refined and civilized, polite and decent.

The young girls were all radiant and beautiful. Some of them were joking enthusiastically with their friends, some were invited to sing and dance, some stayed quietly and elegantly beside their elders, but no one deliberately stared at His Highness the Prince's table.

Even if there were ladies who met Thales' eyes, most of them would bow their heads politely, or nod shyly, or smile in response, or respond gracefully.

He looks natural, dignified, and has a wise character.

He is not at all bothered by his status as a prince.

Just like the lady named Lenosa or Ignasa just now.

It makes people respect you.

Thales scanned around:

"Why didn't I feel it?"

Doyle smiled mysteriously:
To be continued...