"Regardless of success or failure, the Emerald City is bound to be in disaster."

Thales thought for a while.

"But I'm still sitting here. Although things are not going well in the Emerald City, they are far from being in danger."

"That's not just because you are sitting here," Zhan said softly, "but also because I am sitting here."

He looked back at Thales.

"You and I are there, so you can persuade me," Zhan En said quietly, "but Feder can't, you may not be able to persuade him, or even if you persuade him, it will be useless - you see him trying to achieve his goal

You can do anything."

Thales thought for a while.

"But you are also very calm."

"What?" Zhan En was startled when he heard this.

Thales sighed.

"I mean, you have buried the painful family truth deep in your heart for so many years, but you can still hold back your anger and hatred. For more than ten years, you have acted as if nothing had happened, and your words and deeds have always been the same. It was not until your cousin forced you into a corner that you revealed one or two things..."

Thales looked at Zhan deeply:

"Compared to your cousin, you are also very calm and rational."

Zhan's color changed slightly.

Thales' words were neither serious nor fast.

But for some reason, when he finished speaking, the atmosphere became a little depressing.

The Duke of Nan'an thought about the meaning of these words, considered it for a long time, and then slowly spoke:

"You mean, Fede and I are actually the same kind of people?"

Thales snorted softly.

"Don't forget, in this palace," Thales shook his head, "who is not Kevin Dill?"

Zhan paused for a moment.

The Duke of Nan'an turned to the window again. This time, he was silent for a long time.

To Thales's surprise, Zhan didn't refute his words:

"I can't say your judgment is wrong."

On the contrary, he said meaningfully:

"Feder has lost everything and has nothing, so he will fight tooth and nail to seize everything - even if it requires him to go against his own will and remain abnormally calm and rational."

"And you?"

Zhan didn't answer immediately. He put his arms on the window sill, looking lonely.

"I own this city, I have the Iris family, and I have my sister," Zhan slowly turned around and pointed directly at Thales, "so I will risk my life to protect everything."

Thales frowned:

"Even if this also requires you to violate your own conscience?"

Zhan En looked at him deeply and nodded slowly:

"This is me and Feder, the only thing we have in common."

Thales' expression changed slightly.

Wonderful words, clever transfer, beautiful escape - the voice in his heart was quietly applauding:

While acknowledging that your questions and suspicions are justified, he calmly takes away responsibilities and draws a line between himself and reiterates the difference between him and Federico - but why is Federico's desperate move a gambler's red-eye move?

And he, the noble Duke of South Coast Guard, is trying his best to be mature and steady?

Just because one has nothing and the other has everything?

Because one is barefoot and the other is wearing shoes?

Because one is as humble as dust and the other is aloof?

Because one is a rebel seeking benefits, and the other is a person in power with vested interests?

Because the noise caused by one is bigger, and the waves caused by one are smaller?

Thinking of this, Thales frowned and couldn't help but say:

"Or is this the only difference between you and Feder?"

Zhan heard the distrust in Thales' tone, but he smiled.

"I thought someone like you should be able to understand, Thales."

Thales was startled:

"What do you mean? People like me?"

"Look at what you've done over the years," Zhan En said, "but you haven't even owned a kingdom or sat on the throne yet."

Thales' eyebrows jumped!

"Tell me, Thales, what are you doing all this for?"

Zhan looked at him deeply:

"Seize it, or preserve it?"

Thales' eyes changed.

Bad, bad.

The voice in Thales' heart sighed to him:

Although I was imprisoned in a trap by you, Thales, for a long time.

But this opponent is still good.

Thales couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Still difficult to deal with.

Still scary.

Still...dangerous.

Thales and Zhan looked at each other silently, saying nothing for a long time.

It's as if he wants to dig out the other person's deepest thoughts from his eyes.

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"In short, you are free," Thales looked away and sighed, "Xi Lai will go find you in the near future. When you see her, tell her: I have fulfilled my promise."

Zhan En's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

"You should stay away from her."

"You should trust her more," Thales couldn't help but said, "If I really stayed away from her, you would never see her now."

The Duke of Nan'an was silent for a while, then stood up and left.

"Hey, Jenn!"

Thales looked at his back, hesitated for a moment, couldn't help but stop him again, and forced himself to speak:

"About your father, I just want to say that I'm sorry..."

"What's up?"

Zhan En paused but did not look back:

"About what?"

Hearing the other party's indifferent and indifferent attitude, Thales couldn't help but be startled.

"without……"

He looked at the other person's back, finally bowed his head sadly, and forced a smile:

"……fine."

Zhan paused for a while, then nodded, decisively left the study, and passed by Mallos who came in:

"It's okay."

Watching him leave, Thales felt even colder in his heart.

"Is everything going well?" Mallos asked, taking away the documents that Duke Xinghu had approved indiscriminately.

Thales shook his head.

He seemed to have experienced a fierce battle. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He lay on the desk and groaned.

"Not smooth?"
To be continued...