Zhan's voice became farther and farther away, echoing:

"Maybe you're the only one who's unhappy."

Thales's heart moved:

"Why?"

"Because I said, this is just a warning."

Zhan’s steps are as elegant as before, and his posture is calm and noble:

"So I left you with a little windfall."

Thales was puzzled.

"Be smart, Your Highness, and be calm."

The Duke of South Bank's voice gradually lost its emotion:

"I said, the next time, it will be a declaration of war."

What?

Declare war?

Thales looked at each other in disbelief, unhappy, angry, and disgusted, all gathered together.

What the hell is this **** with such a sense of superiority doing?

There will be a next time?

Does he still think that Thales offended him tonight?

Thales was shocked and angry at the same time. He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh at him.

Zhan's figure walked away, left the hall, and met his butler.

"it's over?"

Mallos' steps came from behind.

Thales sighed.

No.

It's just the beginning.

When I think of the hardships I have experienced today and what I will face tomorrow...

This is only the first day, the first banquet.

After forcing himself to act humane all night, Thales let out a breath and sat down on the chair tiredly, feeling unhappy in his heart:

"I still don't understand why he hates me so much."

Thales snorted coldly and looked at the broken glass on the ground. He became more and more unhappy and wanted to smash the empty cup in his hand to vent his anger.

But with his arms halfway extended, the Duke of Xinghu, who had a great family and a wealthy family, still took a few deep breaths and put the cup back on the table unhappily and rationally.

"It's like I've harmed his whole family." Thales said gloomily.

Mallos came behind him and nodded silently:

"Then did you cause trouble?"

The prince turned around and rolled his eyes at him.

"I asked Doyle to change his shift early. He has to go back and settle down with his family," Mallos was obviously used to the death penalty in the Duke's eyes, and reported as indifferently as before:

"Of course, tomorrow..."

tomorrow.

Oh, no.

Thales covered his face, let out a painful groan, and interrupted the guard captain.

"By the way, Marius."

The watchman looked like he was listening.

"Your temporary sniper team," Thales raised his head feebly:

"They haven't changed their shift yet, have they?"

Mallos glanced at the outside:

"No. What?"

Since there is no shift change...

Thales snorted coldly and glanced in the direction where the Duke of South Bank left.

His face was gloomy and his words were cold:

"Then if I order them to follow and sneak in secretly and kill Jann Kevin Deere..."

"No." Mallos answered quickly.

Thales frowned:

"Why?"

"Because," Mallos turned around, calm and unashamed:
Chapter completed!