At this moment.

"Of course not!"

A loud voice sounded.

Thales turned back in surprise, and turned to Slys along with everyone else in the carriage.

The Marquis shook his head seriously, looked at Thales, and said decisively: "You can't go to Lisban!"

Shless coughed first to cover up his gaffe, and then naturally turned the anxiety on his face into full of worry: "Well, I mean, I don't recommend you to do this..."

The Marquis closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "Don't forget, Prince Thales, no matter you are not a murderer, you are still a troublesome enemy prince to the Prime Minister."

Slais shook his head seriously and spoke with unprecedented righteousness: "And Lisban is just a count under the Grand Duke of Longxiao City. What can he do? He can neither let you fly freely nor give you orders.

The verdict - of course we can only detain you and wait for the decisions of the grand dukes and lords."

"Believe me, this will only make the situation worse."

Nicolai snorted and interrupted him: "When did you become so enthusiastic?"

Shless smiled kindly.

"This is to fulfill the contract between me and the prince," the Marquis nodded sincerely: "For..."

Putilai frowned and helped him complete the sentence: "In order to avoid Prime Minister Lisban and save your own life."

Shless shrugged and smiled broadly: "It's just incidental."

Thales sighed and turned to Nicolai: "You haven't said yet whether Lisban can be trusted."

Nicolai frowned slightly.

One second later.

"You know, Kaslan was once His Majesty's right-hand man." To Thales's expectation, this strong and cold warrior, the commander of the White Blade Guards, actually lowered his head sadly and shook his head: "

So, I can’t say.”

Thales was slightly startled.

At this moment, the car door was suddenly opened.

Raphael Lindbergh, who came from the Kingdom's Secret Department, boarded the moving carriage with a calm expression. The carriage, which was already filled with four people, was a little more crowded.

"You all know the situation, right? We have to make a decision as soon as possible," the young man from the secret department looked at Nicolai and smiled slightly. His tone was still relaxed, but his words were chilling: "Your dear Prime Minister,

Coming towards us."

Everyone in the car moved slightly.

Doubts arose in Thales's mind: Did the Prime Minister come in person?

Why?

"But that's not the worst part..." Raphael said calmly:

"The worst thing is……"

He opened the other window a little and pointed in a direction outside.

Thales moved closer to the car window.

In the distance, an old nobleman of medium height and gray hair walked toward their carriage surrounded by soldiers.

But Thales' eyes immediately froze.

I saw another old woman in red robe walking beside Lisban with a calm expression.

They talked from time to time and pointed at the two Camus carriages.

Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar red robe, Thales' heartbeat began to accelerate.

In the carriage, everyone who saw this scene froze.

"She is everywhere," Putilai let out a long sigh: "The situation is not good."

Lisbane is getting closer and closer to them.

Raphael closed the car window expressionlessly.

The atmosphere in the car became very solemn.

"We need to make a decision as soon as possible," Raphael took his head back from the car window and squinted his eyes as he urged: "We are still less than two hundred meters away."

Thales leaned against the carriage suddenly, frowning and trying his best to control his breathing.

Lisban's appearance was a bit unexpected, and the person who appeared with him... can only be said to be caught off guard.

He has no intelligence or information at all!

Even... not even prepared at all!

"Do you have any suggestions?" The second prince gritted his teeth and asked harshly: "What is the situation now?"

No one answered: Nikolai tightened his grip on his weapon with a look of disbelief on his face, Shles rolled his eyes wildly, thoughtfully, and Putilai rubbed his unlit pipe and moved his lips slightly.

"Prime Minister Lisban and the Scarlet Witch are on the left, Lombard and the Grand Dukes are on the right," Raphael stared at Thales expressionlessly: "We must choose - this is the situation."

"Choice?" Thales swallowed hard and looked at Raphael: "In what capacity did the Scarlet Witch appear next to the Prime Minister? The leader of the dark room and the chief intelligence officer? The lobbyist and messenger of Lombard?"

Raphael smiled slightly: "I don't know."

Thales frowned and turned to Slys: "Was Prime Minister Lisbane bribed by the dark room? Did he betray King Nunn? Or did the dark room temporarily confuse him?"

Shless showed an awkward smile: "I don't know."

Thales breathed out and looked at Nicolai: "What's the relationship between the darkroom and the Prime Minister? What's the relationship between Prime Minister Lisban and Lombard, and the Grand Dukes?"

Nicolai looked gloomy and sighed: "I don't know."

"There are still one hundred and fifty meters," Raphael's voice sounded cold: "We will see Lisban soon."

Thales's heart tightened.

Damn it.

"She let us go once at the exit of the secret passage," Thales clenched his fists: "This time... maybe she will let us go?"

Nicolai's expression tightened and he closed his eyes weakly: "I don't know."

hateful!

Thales suppressed the impatience in his heart and pursed his lips: "Then are you still going to see Lisban? And the Scarlet Witch?"

Nicolai didn't speak, but his expression became even more terrifying.

"What about you?" Meteorite asked coldly.

Thales, who was trembling slightly in irritability and nervousness, couldn't help but sigh.

calm.

I want to calm down.

"It's less than a hundred meters away. Lisban and the others seem to be speeding up." Raphael coldly reported another number: "Don't forget, it still takes time for us to inform people outside."

The atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

Thales gritted his teeth.

"So, what is your suggestion, Putilai?" the prince asked in a low voice, controlling his volume.

Putilai's eyes moved and he glanced in the direction of the Scarlet Witch - even though he couldn't see outside.

"You decide, Your Highness."

"But my suggestion is," Mr. Deputy Envoy said solemnly and solemnly: "No matter what you do, it is best to be more certain and less unknown."

Thales was slightly startled.

Convinced.

unknown.

At that moment, his breathing seemed to have stopped.

yes.

He understands better than anyone else what the key to this game of chess is.

Is not it.

He stared motionless at the roof of the carriage.

A second later, Thales closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I've decided." The second prince opened his eyes and said calmly.

The Prime Minister is on the left and Lombard is on the right.

Be more certain and less unknown.

"As for you, Lord Nicolai."
To be continued...