Right now.

"Of course not!"

A loud voice rang out.

Tails turned back in surprise and turned to Shreis with the rest of the car.

I saw the marquis shake his head with a serious expression, looked at Tails, and said decisively: "I can't go to Lisbane!"

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

The Marquis closed his eyes and sighed with deep feeling: "Don't forget, Prince Tails, whether you are a murderer or not, to the Prime Minister, you are a tricky enemy prince. ”

I saw Srice shake his head solemnly, unprecedentedly stern: "And Lisban is just an earl under the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, what can he do? He can neither let you fly freely, nor can he issue a judgment against you—of course, he can only detain you and wait for the decision of the Grand Dukes and Lords." ”

"Believe me, it's only going to make things worse.

Nicollet snorted coldly and interrupted him, "When did you become so enthusiastic?"

Srice smiled kindly.

"This is the fulfillment of the contract between me and the prince," the marquis nodded sincerely, "for the sake of ......"

Putile frowned and helped him complete the words: "To save your own little life." ”

Srice shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "It's just in passing. ”

Tails sighed and turned to Nicolais, "You haven't said yet, whether Lisban can be trusted or not. ”

Nicollet frowned slightly.

A second later.

"You know, Kaslan was once His Majesty's right-hand man," to Tails' surprise, this strong and ruthless warrior, the commander of the White Blade Guard, actually lowered his head with a gloomy expression and shook his head, "So, I can't say it well. ”

Tails was slightly stunned.

At that moment, the door was suddenly opened.

Raphael Lindbergh, from the Kingdom Secret Branch, boarded the moving carriage with a flat face, and the carriage, which had already sat four people, was a little more crowded.

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

Everyone in the car moved slightly.

Tails had doubts in his heart: The prime minister came in person?

Why?

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

"The worst thing is ......"

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

Tails leaned over the window.

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

But Tails' gaze froze immediately.

I saw an old woman in a red robe, walking beside Lisbane with a calm demeanor.

From time to time, they conversed, gesturing at the two Commas' carriages.

Seeing the familiar and unfamiliar red robe, Tails' heartbeat began to accelerate.

In the carriage, everyone who saw this scene froze.

"She's everywhere," Putile let out a long sigh, "it's not good." ”

Lisbane is getting closer to them.

Raphael closed the window with a blank face.

The atmosphere in the car became very solemn.

"We're going to make a decision as soon as possible," Raphael snapped his head back from the window, narrowing his eyes and urging, "It's less than two hundred meters away from us." ”

Tails slammed into the carriage, frowning, trying to control his breathing.

Lisbane's appearance was somewhat unexpected, and the man appeared with him...... It can only be said that it was caught off guard.

He has no intelligence and information at all!

Even...... Not even a little prepared!

"Any suggestions?" the second prince gritted his teeth and asked fiercely, "What is the situation now?"

No one answered: Nicolai clenched his weapon in disbelief, and Shree's eyes rolled thoughtfully, and Putile rubbed his unlit pipe, his lips moving slightly.

"The Prime Minister of Lisbane and the Scarlet Witch are on the left, and the Rumba and the Grand Dukes are on the right," Raphael stared at Tails with a blank face, "We have to choose - that's the case." ”

"Choice?" Tails swallowed hard and looked at Raphael, "In what capacity did the Scarlet Witch appear?"

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

Tails frowned, and he turned to Slais, "Lisbane was bought by the Dark Chamber, betrayed King Nunn, or did the Dark Room confuse him temporarily?"

Srice smiled awkwardly, "I don't know." ”

Tails let out a breath and looked at Nicolais: "What is the relationship between the dark room and the Prime Minister?

Nikolai's expression was gloomy and he sighed, "I don't know. ”

"One hundred and fifty meters away," Raphael's voice sounded cold, "I'm going to see Lisban soon." ”

Tails' heart tightened.

Damn it.

"She let us go at the exit of the secret passage once," Tails clenched his fists, "this time...... Maybe she'll let us go?"

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

Damn it!

Tails suppressed his impatience and pursed his lips: "Are you still going to see Lisbane? and the Scarlet Witch?"

Nicolas didn't speak, but his face became more terrifying.

"What about you?" the Meteorite asked coldly.

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

Calm down.

I want to be calm.

"It's less than a hundred meters, and they seem to be picking up speed in Lisban," Rafael coldly reported a number again: "Don't forget, it will take time for us to inform the people outside." ”

The atmosphere is getting tense.

Tails gritted his teeth.

"What, then, do you suggest, Putira?" asked the prince, controlling his volume, in a low voice.

Putira's eyes moved, glancing in the direction of the Scarlet Witch—though he couldn't see outside.

"Decide, Your Highness. ”

"But my suggestion," said the deputy envoy solemnly, "whatever you do, it is better to be more sure and less unknown." ”

Tails was slightly stunned.

Certitude.

Unknown.

At that moment, his breathing seemed to stop.

Oh, yes.

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

Isn't it?

He looked motionlessly at the roof of the carriage.

After a second, Tails closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

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

The prime minister is on the left, and the rumba is on the right.

More certainty, less unknown.

"As for you, Lord Nicolai. ”

Tails looked at Nicollet calmly: "Are you more afraid of death, or are you more afraid of failure?"

Nicollet frowned.

————

Outside the carriage, the Count of Richbane, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Exeter in the distance, was talking to Lady Kassan.

"I understand your concerns, but this will not be allowed!" the Prime Minister frowned, and forcefully rejected the smiling red woman: "The Grand Dukes have never had such a precedent for filling the city gates with their own troops......

But his words were quickly interrupted.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister!"

In the distance, Viscount Reston let out a hoarse roar at him, pointing in one direction: "Carriage!"

The Prime Minister of Lisbane was quick to realise what was happening.

I saw that the two Commas carriages that had just arrived and claimed to be visiting Valhalla, along with a dozen "attendants", suddenly turned around.

Rush in the direction of the city gate!

The rider whipped his horse as if he were not fatal, and rushed through the formation that the patrol had not had time to pull up as fast as he could!

The Red Witch looked at the two carriages and frowned slightly.

The Prime Minister of Lisbane was stunned at first, and then he was shocked.

Wrong.

The subordinates of the Grand Dukes, the city gates, Valhalla?

He turned his head and looked at the Red Witch with suspicion.

Wrong!

Lisbane has a hunch that the key to everything today is in that carriage!

In the next second, Lisban's face tightened, he shook off his steps, and shouted at his patrol at the highest volume: "Stop them!"

"Stop those two carriages!"

"Everyone, at all costs - stop them for me!"

————

Above the city gates.

Count Lewandowski, who was nervously observing the patrol, was slightly stunned when he saw the changes below.

In his field of vision, more than a dozen people escorted two carriages, pursued by the patrol behind him, towards their city gate!

What the?

"Lord Earl," a soldier from the Black Sand Collar reminded him, "those two carriages seem to be the emblem of Lord Commas......

"Do you want to pull up the city gate and answer it?"

The number one vassal under the Black Sand Command, Count Lewandowski frowned.

Of course he recognized the sign of Zenliu City.

But......

Count Lewandowski remembered the scene in front of the Broken Dragon Fortress.

If this is a ploy.

It is a means to earn the city gates......

Lewandowski clenched his fists.

In the next second, Count Lewandowski raised his hand and shouted angrily at the crossbowmen in the distance: "Phil!

"Proofreading warning!"

In the distance, Phil, a short soldier, jerked a bunch of arrows out of the quiver behind him, stuck one on the thatch on his right, and then grabbed one of them and mounted a large bow.

His arrow, aimed at the small spot in the field of vision.

In an instant, Phil's eyes moved, and the bowstring was out of his hand!

"Whoosh!"

The whistling sound of arrows breaking through the air.

"Boom!"

The arrows were firmly nailed to the ground.

Right in front of the hooves of the first carriage.

The horse seemed to be startled, and was about to turn in a series of screams.

But the rider was obviously highly skilled, and he used the whip to drive the carriage back to its original direction.

The carriage continued to rush towards the city gates, and there was no intention of slowing down!

Phil frowned: they didn't stop.

That being the case - he grabbed the second arrow.

This time, after Phil finished his bow, he coldly ordered his subordinates:

"Proofreading is over, everyone, string up!"

Behind him, more than a hundred Northland archers from the Black Sand Territory stood up.

They wound their arrows, sank their waists and stretched their chests in unison, and stretched their strong arms steadily.

The sound of the bowstring and the moaning of the bowarm resounded.

Under the city gates, the outlines of the two carriages became clearer and clearer.

Phil's face froze.

"Salvo ready!"

Everyone tensed their muscles, their faces serious, their bowstrings pressed to their cheeks, and they were angled at their targets—the wagons and people rushing at high speed under the city gates.

The carriage is getting closer.

Finally, Phil's face turned hideous, and he let out a final roar:

"Put!"

In the next second, in the neat and terrifying whistling sound, countless arrows poured out under the city gates, overwhelming the sky.