Mariko’s eyes are getting worse and worse.

Glover was inexplicably angry, but Doyle secretly gave Wyatt a thumbs up again:

 The real Wyatt...

 So loyal!

 At this time.

 “Did I miss something?”

The familiar young voice came, and it was understated, but it caused a commotion among the royal guards in the atrium, and they all stepped back:

“I mean, besides ‘Brother **’?”

Hearing this voice, Mariko sighed heavily.

 Amidst the commotion, Thales appeared under the light with a tired face.

 The prisoners were immediately refreshed, as if they saw a savior:

 “Your Highness!”

 “Your Highness, little fart!”

 “I thought I would never see you again”

 “Here’s saved!”

"I knew it!"

Thales forced a smile, waved here and nodded there, responding to the excited shouts of his subordinates.

 In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Mariko turned around and shouted angrily:

"Shut up!"

The guards in Elantine scolded one after another to suppress the enthusiasm of the captives.

“Okay, the show is over, Marico Vanguard,” Thales waved his hand towards Marico and said sleepily:

 “Let them loose their bonds.”

 “It’s too dark at night, I need someone to accompany me.”

 The pioneer officer stared at him with a complicated expression and bowed first.

 “With all due respect, Your Highness Thales,” Marico insisted:

“They are all suspects of trespassing into the palace or instigating nobles to trespass and must be interrogated strictly.”

Tales yawned loudly and didn't care.

“Listen, I just finished the 300th round of the king’s battle. I’m tired. I don’t want to talk to you about this matter.”

 “Ask Adrian,” the prince pointed to the way he came:

 “He will give you the same answer.”

 “Then I’ll wait here for the captain’s order.” Mariko refused to show weakness:

 “You are welcome, but they cannot leave.”

 Thales looked left and right, taking in a group of angry and awed royal guards.

“Let’s make a deal, Captain Mariko,” the young man sighed: “If you let my people go.”

 “I’ll give you something good?”

Mariko snorted and refused:

“Bribery is a taboo in the royal family, Your Highness.”

But Thales shook his finger and came closer to him.

“You know, those royal guards guarding the palace gate when we came in,” the prince smiled and lowered his voice:

“I suspect that they have different intentions and intend to harm the heir of the kingdom.”

Mariko’s eyes changed:

"What?"

 Thales stretched his neck to reveal the bandage:

"Look, in that conflict, my neck was scratched. Wow, there was so much blood. Do you think this is not an attempt to kill the prince? For the safety of the future king, should we take him out and give him a death sentence?"

Explain? Drive him, or them, out of the guard?"

 “That’s not the truth, it’s slander.” Marico’s expression turned terrible.

 The prisoners were stunned.

 Thales smiled: "That's not up to you."

“After all, my father also said that the death of the late king was all due to your negligence.”

"Do you agree?"

Mariko took a deep breath:

"you"

 “Let my people go,” Thales slapped Marico on the shoulder before he could speak:

“How about I take care of the flag-bearing wing and ensure that those young men will not bear the responsibility of ‘hurting the prince’, nor will there be any record of ‘dereliction of duty’ on their resumes, and I will not retaliate against them?”

 Mariko’s face changed several times.

Thales tutted:

“So, Brother**, you are going to fight me to the end...”

 He rolled his eyes towards the prisoners who were waiting for food:

"still……?"

  One minute later.

Thales walked in the corridor of Fuxing Palace, surrounded by many people who were happily surviving the disaster.

 Their team was swaying here and there, in a mess, but it was quite noisy and noisy (plus a big black horse who was unhappy because he missed dinner), and all the guards and servants along the way heard the news and made excuses.

“I’m sorry, Cohen, I didn’t expect it would be such a big fuss,” Thales said tiredly:

"I just wanted to borrow your family's name, but I didn't expect that you would be the first to do it."

"Forget it, the director will definitely suspend me again when he finds out. I just hope he won't deduct my salary." Cohen, who had a bruised face and a bruised face, hugged the family heirloom sword miserably, with runny nose and tears: "No, I

Come to think of it, I was already on suspension for reflection..."

“And I wasn’t the one who made the first move just now. He was kicked from behind…”

Doyle coughed twice behind him and whispered:

“Does the director know His Highness?”

Cohen was taken aback for a moment, and then responded with an unprecedented response, with awe and awe:

“Ah, Your Highness! It is my honor to lead the battle for you!”

 “With our friendship, I am willing to go through fire and water for you!”

 The first person to take action was not Cohen, so...

  Thales glanced behind him:

Rolf looked away and snorted coldly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, little Jialun, I didn’t expect it! I didn’t expect it!”

Doyle patted Glover on the shoulder happily, regardless of the latter's discomfort:

 “You are also of the same mind!”

“When will we share our experiences of going to Hongfang Street...”

Glover snorted angrily, shook him off and walked forward:

"roll!"

D.D was a little embarrassed after being rejected. He chuckled at Gennard and Willow behind him and said:

“We...we have a good relationship, so we talk more casually, casually.”

 Huaiya kept up with Thales and said worriedly:

"Your Highness, have you... got what you wanted?"

Thales, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and forced a smile:

 “I’m still alive, right?”

Looking at his expression, Huaiya hesitated to speak:
To be continued...