"Okay, he's awake..."

Thales woke up in a chaotic crowd and saw Ramon's big nose when he opened his eyes.

What happened just now?

The magic gun shot me...

Another "out of control"?

As he panted, Ramon was squeezed out of sight, and then Putilai's thin face, Wyatt's anxious expression, and half of Ada's face under the cloak squeezed in.

"What's wrong?" Thales asked feebly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Respect the doctor!" Ramon's dissatisfied voice came from the side: "Give us an open space! Your Highness needs further examination!"

The three faces in the field of vision disappeared, and Ramon's big nose reappeared.

"How am I doing?" Thales asked softly, feeling his whole body.

"You are fine now. In fact, most people don't have such vitality and resilience as you..." Ramon, who looked embarrassed, frowned and said, "But your body..."

"Okay," Thales interrupted him, struggled to sit up, moved his right arm, and looked around: "Now is not the time to talk about this."

Ramon clearly felt something was wrong with his body...but how could he talk about it in a place like this?

But Ramon seemed unwilling to give up, and his next words made Thales clenched his fists.

"Listen, Your Highness," Ramon gritted his teeth and whispered while bandaging the shoulder he had just injured in the melee: "Others may not know it, but I can feel it: those magic guns didn't miss the mark.

It's...but you did something to make them misaligned..."

What?

Thales tried his best to control his surprise and not to show too much surprise.

What did he know?

"I don't know what you are talking about." Thales replied rudely: "It's time for me to get up...tell them that the prince is fine."

But Ramon still kept chattering with a dissatisfied look on his face: "Whether it's superpowers or something... Judging from their reactions, I guess it's not something everyone knows, but it doesn't matter, I'm not interested in your secrets either.

a little……"

He lowered his head and said fiercely: "Let me go after you cross the border. I will never take part in your damn journey again! Otherwise..."

"Otherwise, what about?" Thales turned his head suddenly and glared: "Use your power of bringing people back to life to deal with me?"

Ramon was slightly startled.

"You are not a doctor, Ramon," Thales whispered coldly: "Yes, I know this clearly: the power you use to treat illnesses and save people is another kind of power..."

"I guess this isn't something everyone knows, is it?" He looked at Ramon's disbelieving expression and nodded his forehead.

"We'll talk about this later."

Thales stood up, leaving Ramon stunned.

The magic gun troops in the distance have withdrawn. The Fury Guards are cleaning up the battlefield and tying the corpses of their comrades to ropes. Sadness and anger are gathered on everyone's face.

Damn it.

Thales sighed and clenched his fists: If this is what I have to face in the future...

Damn it.

He raised his head, and Exeter's military camp was in front of him.

"What happened?" Thales walked towards Putilai with difficulty and waved his hand to indicate that he was fine: "The Exeters...let us go?"

"They retreated after the first shot failed," Putilai frowned and looked at Thales: "Are you sure you are fine?"

"I'm fine, I just lost strength...I feel good now." Thales said without any doubt.

"What exactly is a magic gun?" Thales grabbed his chest and asked with lingering fear.

"A powerful weapon for siege and defense," Putilai shook his head: "But each shot is expensive, hard to come by, and inefficient."

No.

wrong.

It's not that simple - from the quirky name to the mysterious workings.

Thales said secretly.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, are you really okay? You stopped breathing just now..." Huaiya shook his head worriedly and walked to his side.

"I said, I'm fine now." Thales interrupted him coldly: "We have more important things to do."

Huaiya frowned.

This is a secret I must keep.

Feel sorry.

Thales raised his head while apologizing to Huaiya and looked forward.

"What is that?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Not far ahead, the scarred Araka was glaring angrily at a gray-helmeted knight on horseback.

"One of the 'Five Generals' of Exeter, the leader of the legendary anti-demon armed force 'Saber of the Rising Sun'," Putilai said warily: "The fiery knight, Rom Tuleha."

"Lumba sent him here alone, it seems to be to make peace," Putilai shook his head: "If Lumba is really crazy and wants to kill us all, why did he give up halfway?"

yes.

After all, Lombard had no reason to kill me.

Then why...

"But we have come this far," Putilai said slowly, "There is no turning back."

Thales nodded slightly.

"Are you His Highness Thales?" Tuleha saw Thales from a distance.

"Your Excellency, Romford Tuleha," the gray-helmeted knight said slowly while looking at Alaka warily, "Lord Charmaine Lombard invites you to meet with him."

Thales sighed and strode forward.

"The Grand Duke of Black Sand... I thought he would be more friendly," Thales looked around, looking at the charred corpses on the ground and the bruised soldiers and members of the mission, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart: "Instead of

After killing most of our people, he then made a false invitation."

Tuleha raised his head and looked at Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance.

"If you have any opinions, you can ask the Grand Duke himself," the Fire Knight's eyes under the gray helmet were sharp and profound: "I am only responsible for bringing you to him."

Thales gritted his teeth and exhaled.

At this moment, the ferocious-looking Araka strode towards Tulha: "Have you forgotten something? Exter?"

The wrath of the kingdom contains anger.

"Forget it, Alaka, go back," Tuleha looked at Kingdom's Wrath, who had evil eyes, and turned the horse's head: "The Grand Duke does not welcome you...neither you nor your guards."

"You're just here to escort the prince, aren't you?"

"Rumba doesn't welcome me, are you kidding me?" Araka said fiercely: "His brother died in his hands, and his father died in my hands - with such common ground, we should be able to chat easily.

right."

Thales frowned.

"Especially, I killed so many of his soldiers, and he also killed so many of my soldiers..." Alaka said coldly: "We will definitely become 'good friends'."

"The battle is over. You can't change its outcome." Tuleha replied nonchalantly, as if he was used to the other party's provocation: "The dead who died in battle are certainly worthy of commemoration, but the living cannot forget their mission."

"What is your mission? Araka?"

Alaka lowered his head, watching a charred corpse not far away being tied to a makeshift drag rope, and squeezed his fists tighter and tighter.

"You fought bravely, but your mission has been completed." Tuleha looked at his opponent coldly: "You should be lucky that we did not take the opportunity to rob Fudong Bow."

"Why don't you give it a try?" Araka fiercely grabbed the bow and stood one end in the snow: "You brought the knife anyway, didn't you?"

"One day, I will," Tuleha's eyes flashed, and he shook his head: "But not now."

"One day," he said slowly, "we will settle all our blood debts to each other."

Araka stared at him with a disturbing sneer.

"Your Highness?" Tuleha did not look at Alaka anymore. He nodded slightly on his horse and then stretched out his hand in the direction of the military camp.

Thales looked at Putilai, who gave him a supportive look.

"I guess we have no other choice, right?" Thales looked at the Gray Helmet Knight, who smiled at him.

"Okay," Thales looked at the messy battlefield, exhaled, and walked forward: "Let's go see the organizer of this welcome ceremony."

Thales looked at Alaka whose expression was difficult to distinguish: "Thank you, Baron Mu."

"And your... Kingdom Furies." Thales added hesitantly.
To be continued...