No one spoke.

There was dead silence in the cell.

"Any more questions?" Black Prophet's voice came coldly.

No one answered.

Until a clear and childish male voice sounded:

"Yes."

Everyone's eyes turned to Thales again.

But he didn't speak immediately.

Thales let out a long sigh with a tired expression, as if he was hesitating or deep in thought.

After a while, the second prince's voice came with difficulty:

"Your Majesty...did he know about this plan? Before I set off north?"

The Black Prophet said nothing.

But Thales already understood.

"So, the rumors are correct," Thales raised his head with a gloomy look and looked around the crowd, his eyes especially pausing for a moment on the bewildered little slipper: "The Star People colluded with the disaster and murdered King Nun.

, trying to cause civil unrest in Exeter.”

A feeling of powerlessness came over him.

"Why?"

The image of the old, tired, but still powerful white-haired king passed before Thales's eyes, and he was in a low mood: "If it is to ensure that Exeter does not invade the stars, then I can definitely achieve it through diplomatic mediation - fact

Yes, we have achieved it."

In his sight, Little Huantou lowered his head deeply, unable to see his expression clearly.

At the other end of the black hole there is only endless silence.

Raphael smiled unabashedly.

"Just a few hours ago..."

Thales looked lost and his eyes were in a trance, as if he saw the king's head rolling to the ground again.

"King Nunn proposed to form an alliance with us," he said in a sad voice, his voice hoarse, as if he wanted to incorporate the suffering and torture of these days into his words, "Walton and Bright Star."

"We helped him check and balance the princes in the country and maintain Walton's existence after the death of King Nunn. In exchange, he tried his best to maintain the peace between the two countries and gave us time to recuperate," Thales said weakly.

I feel like my head is as big as a fight and my heart is as confused as numbness. "The dilemma caused by Moral's death has been solved, and now..."

Wyatt opened his mouth in surprise. Cohen was slightly startled when he heard the words, and then he was thoughtful. Miranda remained silent and her expression was cold.

Thales closed his eyes and let out a long sigh with sleepiness and fatigue.

Now, everything King Nun said has disappeared with his death.

Disaster, rumba, assassination.

Disaster in the Shield Zone.

Damn everything.

The strange black hole on Raphael's arm trembled.

"Hey hey hey haha..."

What answered Thales was the cold and hoarse smile of the Black Prophet.

The laughter lasted for several seconds.

Thales's brows began to gather.

"Put away your unnecessary naivety, Your Highness - you are not like this in the Hall of Stars." Finally, Morat's laughter turned into cold words, faintly heard in the empty cell: "You still

Do you really think that we can rely on your mission to create a miracle and put an end to the war?"

Listening to the sarcastic words of the Black Prophet, Thales took a deep breath and held back the impulse and anger in his heart.

"Originally, the problem has been solved," he said through gritted teeth: "With the power of Longxiao City, Exeter and Xingchen could have lived in peace..."

"Solve it?" Black Prophet interrupted him.

"Of course, the genius prince used superb means to convince King Nunn not to cause trouble for the stars anymore," the Black Prophet said lightly, and his words were filled with ridicule that was both lame and unpleasant to Thales: "Two friendly countries

Since then, peace has ushered in..."

"How long?" Until the head of the Secret Service changed the topic: "Five years? Ten years? Or fifteen years?"

Thales exhaled impatiently.

With an extremely uncomfortable rhythm, the Black Prophet's sneer slowly sounded.

"My Lord, do you really think that a piece of covenant between two families can maintain peace between the two countries?"

"Do you think that the prince waving towards Longxiao City on horseback and nodding to the grand dukes in the secret room can dispel the dragon's ambition and greed?" The Black Prophet's voice suddenly rose, and there was a hint of solemnity and solemnity in his words.

severe:

"Not even Tormund and Nekaru six hundred years ago could do this."

Thales was slightly startled.

"Do you know how many times that Nun King dreamed of planting the red dragon flag with a black background on Broken Dragon Fortress and bringing the North of the Stars under the rule of the Exeters?" The words of the head of the secret department were like poisonous snakes.

The letter made a rustling noise and made people inexplicably frightened at the same time.

"For twelve years, Exeter has gone from king to grand duke, from noble to commoner. They all dream of going south again," Black Prophet sneered: "The provocations of the three grand dukes at the border have never stopped, and the provocations of Longxiao City have never stopped.

It happens every year—why do you think Prince Morar went on a mission to the stars?”

Rebuilding the "Peace of the Fortress" - Cohen lowered his eyelids slightly and added silently in his heart.

Thales looked at the strange black hole on Raphael's arm and said nothing.

"They are not unknown people," the Black Prophet's words slowly came from the black hole in the young man's arm: "They are Northlanders. They are Northlanders who were born to hold swords and fight. They have been famous in the world since the era of ignorance.

Northlanders - you'd better remember that for the rest of your life, Your Highness."

"They have the ancient Northland custom of being proud to join the army and kill the enemy, they have a strong body honed in the cold and hardships, and they have a tough army built with iron blood and honor."

"They have Orion civilians who can draw the cold pine longbow half full without training, invincible heavy cavalry who are good at charging with magic guns and spear arrays, and Glacier Watch and White Blade Guards who dare to confront the orcs head-on.

.”

"They also have conscripted soldiers who have no complaints about service and sacrifice, and can travel dozens of miles a day on a few pieces of bread in winter. They have training three times a year in major territories, and they can withstand 70% of casualties and still not collapse.

An elite standing army." There was a chilling momentum in Morat's words.

"They were born for war."

Listening to all this, Miranda's face became colder and colder. She recalled the battles of the past three years and slowly clenched her fists.

The Black Prophet paused for a second, and the lights in the cell seemed to get darker, shrouding everyone's faces in shadow.

Thales pursed his lower lip: "But..."

The Black Prophet didn't let him continue.

"Little prince, have you seen the war twelve years ago?"

The Black Prophet's words caused Miranda, who was supporting Raphael, to stiffen, and the female swordsman couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Have you ever seen the heavy cavalry from the north rolling in with rocks and rocks, and the heavy sword infantry and axemen overwhelmingly swarming up the city wall? Have you heard the sound of siege cones beating on the city gates, and slings bombarding the city walls?

Have you seen the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the fields and starving people everywhere? Have you seen the eyes of hungry people wandering in a daze who have lost hope? Do you know how long the depression and desolation in the north has been going on?"

Thales clenched his fists, but felt that there was nowhere to vent the strength in his hands, and the scar on his palm began to hurt faintly again.

In front of his eyes, there flashed the light infantrymen under Broken Dragon Fortress who were determined to besiege them and who did not flinch in the face of the ferocious beast-like Alaka Mu - those northerners.

At the same time, Miranda's face became extremely pale.

She seemed to see the past again.

Nightmare past.

That vast white snowfield.

Raphael pursed his lips slightly. He grabbed the female swordsman's hand intentionally or unintentionally and exerted a slight force.

Cohen, who took all this in his eyes, sighed secretly in his heart.

Miranda, and Raphael.

The two of them are the ones who have experienced those disasters most directly.

Thales stared at the squirming black hole. With his mind in confusion, he swallowed a gulp of saliva and sighed: "We have reached a consensus - Nunn is old, and what he needs to care about is the things behind the king, which is Walton.

The survival of the Dragon Spear in the Cloud is a game between Longxiao City and the Grand Dukes, not the stars..."

This time it was the young man with red eyes who answered him.
To be continued...