After listening to his subordinates' returns, Viscount Kambida took a deep breath.

He turned his head and looked back at Putirai.

"What is this?" said Kambida coldly.

Putirai moved his eyebrows and did not speak.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Kambida's face was ugly, he strode in front of the other party, the height advantage of half a head made him look powerful, "I have done so much, it's just ......"

"Just to send a seven-year-old kid to the Grand Duke?" Kambida frowned, his eyes as cold as cold, sharp and cold.

Putile let out a slow breath.

He missed the pipe and tobacco in his arms very much, but unfortunately, his bound hands made him sigh with only smoke.

Mr. Deputy had to grind his teeth and talk about curing his addiction to smoking.

"So what do you think we should do at this point?"

Putile raised his head and looked at his opponent without nervousness: "Desperate to charge, desperate to assassinate, rushing across the city for help, trying to escape from danger, or trying to shake hands with you?"

He shrugged, as if it was just a light-hearted conversation with old friends.

Kambida took a deep breath and relaxed his spirit, suppressing his astonishment and anger at the accident.

With thoughtful and meticulous planning and broad vision, he rose through the ranks as a lord and earned his current position among the local vassals of the Black Sand Order, becoming the Grand Duke's wise man.

In the Grand Duke's plan, anyone can panic, be angry, and go crazy in the event of an accident—like an ordinary and typical Northlander.

Only he can't.

No.

For the great future in their hearts.

The future that is free from the heavy shackles and has infinite possibilities.

Thinking of this, the chill on Kambida's face eased slightly.

"No way. The word slowly came out of the mouth of His Excellency the Viscount.

Putilai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Kambida shook her head.

"You can't put your hopes in a child – it's not legendary. ”

"What the hell are you doing, what are you expecting?" Viscount Cambida snorted, a strange smile on his face, "Or is there something about that boy? King Kessel's letter, a certain Grand Duke's promise, a powerful legendary anti-demon weapon, a special alchemy orb, or even an edict from Empress Heran? Or is he just a stand-in to draw attention?"

Putile lowered her eyebrows and glanced at him playfully, "You don't seem to believe it." ”

Kambida shook her head slowly.

"So, Your Excellency, in your eyes," Mr. Vice-Envoy shrugged, "what should be the game between the two of us?"

"The deployment of troops in front of the two armies, the political strategy of exchanging chips, or even the simplest and most direct conspiracy to assassinate?"

Kambida stared into Putirai's eyes, but could only find endless depth and peaceful peace in them.

Like the most sophisticated politicians, the most senior spies.

The viscount spoke softly, "Whatever it is, it is wiser to send Nicollet or yourself than to send a child to the five Grand Dukes." ”

Putile seemed amused: "He's no ordinary man. ”

Kambida took a step back, tilting her head to stare at Putile.

"Maybe in your Fuxing Palace, that kid can follow the script given by the king, cooperate with your performance, and earn a reputation for precociousness," Kambida sighed softly, "but here—in the face of the Northlanders, you will regret it." ”

Putirai looked up and met Cambida's playful look.

"Perhaps it seems to you that the Meteorite's extraordinary skills can charge the enemy and even turn the tide of battle, and the contemptible strategy or two is enough to make you scramble. ”

"But in fact, we all know it," the deputy envoy of the Xingchen people said slowly, "The key to this game of chess has never been these corners and details. ”

"The battle to determine the outcome has just begun. ”

Very good.

The Vice-Emissary of the Stars rubbed his fingers behind his back.

He said silently in his heart: At least, this viscount was caught off guard by our actions.

That is, in terms of intelligence, the Black Sand Collar and we returned to the same starting point......

They can no longer gain an irreversible advantage step by step through advance preparation and covert actions.

From this moment on.

Putile closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.

Tails Bright Star, you will face the fairest and most brutal duel.

What would you do?

Kambida's face sank.

He looked at the Xingchen people coldly, and only after a long time did he say quietly: "A battle that will decide the outcome of the battle?"

"And what leverage does that boy have?"

His Excellency the Viscount said softly: "You don't know what kind of person His Excellency the Grand Duke is, you don't know what kind of power he has, and you don't know where he is standing, looking down on the world condescendingly. ”

Kambida narrowed his eyes and said in a solemn tone: "In the face of overwhelming power, all intrigues and tricks are pale. ”

Putile didn't speak, but after hearing this, he looked at Kambida with a strange look, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He smiled slowly, followed by a continuous burst of laughter.

Viscount Cambida's pupils shrank.

Puttilai's laughter continued.

"You're laughing," Kambida said lightly, "you don't agree?"

The laughter lasted for several seconds before Putile took a deep breath, stopped the twitching of his muscles, and made a wonderful expression.

"I thought that even if it was planning for others, at the level of you and me, I should be more or less enlightened," he looked at Kambida's face and shook slightly:

"Overwhelming power?"

Putile scoffed disapplauded: "Most of the people who can say this are weak people who don't know anything about power, or poor people who can't find power. ”

Kambida's expression slowly stiffened.

Putirai raised his eyebrows lightly and continued: "It is precisely because they have never understood power that they can only use poor imagination and self-deceptive assumptions to depict what they have never obtained, infinitely exaggerate the omnipotence of power, to fill the emptiness in their hearts and excuse their failures. ”

"It's like weak mortals who are accustomed to describing gods they have never seen before as omnipotent beings. ”

Cambida looked at him with a blank expression.

"However, only the strong who really have power and have experienced it know it. Putile blinked, looking up at the ceiling.

"The so-called overwhelming power," Putile sighed slowly, his eyes showing a rare look of remembrance and regret:

"It never existed. ”

Kambida was thoughtful and motionless.

A few seconds later.

"It is worthy of someone who once spent time in the Dragon Kiss Academy," His Excellency the Viscount said softly, "The eloquence of sophistry is really good. ”

Putilai smiled slightly: "Thank you." ”

"He's just a kid," Kambida shook his head slowly, showing a playful smile, "With His Excellency the Grand Duke, he can't do anything." ”

"He's not just a child," Putile quickly replied, with an infinite sparkle in the lieutenant's eyes: "He's Tails Bright Star." ”

Kambida also laughed sarcastically: "It is the fairest battlefield, whether it is the Imperial Family or the bloodline of the Bright Star, it will not bring him any help." ”

Puttilai snorted.

"Yes, the fairest battlefield," Putile narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly, "Elasa Kambida." ”

"Why are you following the Grand Duke of Black Sand?"

Kambida was slightly stunned.

"Is it because of the orthodox bloodline of the Rumba family? Is it because of the strong heritage of the Black Sand Collar? Is it because of the status of the Grand Duke? Or because you happened to be born in the Black Sand Collar?"

Putile shook his head and closed his eyes: "In the same way, Your Excellency the Viscount. ”

"The king does not respect the bloodline," Putile took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes:

"That kid's biggest bargaining chip has never been his bloodline and origin. ”

Silent.

The two looked at each other like sword blades.

Kambida frowned.

Damn it.

This guy ......

I can't ask any questions.

Cambida quietly clenched her fists.

What exactly do they know about our plans and means?

No.

Kambida's heart suddenly moved slightly—not at all.

At least, look at the way he looks......

They don't care about the power of the Grand Duke at all - it's scary.

But what's even scarier is that they don't even care about their own strength.

Because......

Kambida's eyes lit up.

He turned his head sharply and hurriedly said to his subordinates behind him, "Send a message to Your Excellency!"

Putile frowned slightly.

"Their goal is not us," Kambida said with a deep breath and tried to be calm:

"Rather, they take advantage of the fears of the other Grand Dukes......"

"Turn them into our enemies!"

Putile's face changed slightly.

Kambida's subordinates took the order and left.

"I'm really impressed," Putile raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was irrepressible surprise in his words: "Viscount Kambida." ”

Cambida turned his head and looked at his opponent with a solemn face: "Each other, each other. ”

"Lord Nieman. ”

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The five Grand Dukes stared at him intently.

Until he cleared the black ash from his face and made a place where he could see it clearly.

Embarrassed.

For the moment, this is the only adjective that Tails can find.

"Can someone explain?"

Archduke Trudida whistled, looked at Tails with a subtle expression, and turned to several archdukes, as if asking for help: "The story of a prince of stars who somehow came out of the fireplace of Valhalla?"

"As I said," said Archduke Ronnie, tilting his head sideways, snorted coldly at Rumba, "surprises are never late. ”

Rumba looked at the embarrassed Tails with an expressionless face, and his eyes were filled with endless chills, almost overflowing.

Under the gaze of the five archdukes, Tails, who was in distress because of the chimney or because of nervousness, couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Calm down, calm down, Tails.

He clenched his fists.

I've come here.

The final battlefield.

He thought of all the people who had gone out to draw attention to him and open up the space.

As long as I win, they will survive...... Survive as much as you can.

Tails looked up in a heavy mood, his gaze sweeping over each Grand Duke.

First.

To open a conversation.

"Believe me, if it weren't for our Archduke of Rumba, who had blocked almost every road from the gate to here with heavy troops, and locked you all in a small cage isolated from the outside world," Tails struggled to control his voice to make it sound lighthearted, while trying to remind each of their situation:

"Actually, I'd rather be neatly dressed and meet you in the reception room. ”

Grand Duke Ronnie narrowed his eyes and smiled lukewarmly, while Auretheus looked at him with a solemn expression.

"I admire your courage, boy," Ronnie said softly, "but you're in the wrong place." ”

"You have entered the Hall of Heroes, the place where the five Grand Dukes of Exeter solemnly deliberated. ”

His face turned grim: "You are violating the dignity of the people of the Northland. ”

Tails chuckled inwardly.

The atmosphere is not quite right.

He frowned, and thought carefully about what Little Slippery, Nicolai, and Putile had said to him.

"Violation of dignity?" Tails took a deep breath, "Is it more serious than an Archduke of Exeter killing a king and trampling on the oath of confederation?"

The faces of the five Grand Dukes were all grim.

Several people looked at each other.

"Be careful, child," Auretheus snorted coldly, glaring at him, "Sometimes, the wrong thing can kill you. ”

Tails chuckled and stiffened his neck.

The look in the eyes of the five Grand Dukes was unbearable - especially from Rumba and Ronnie.

"I don't know if you're aware of this, but His Majesty has unfortunately died. Tails clenched his fists as hard as he could, in case his breath was too high, causing his voice to tremble.

"But here I am, I saw it with my own eyes. "Tails is categorical.

Trudida let out a long sigh.

Tails watched their expressions carefully.

"And then came the strange thing, and manipulated the mastermind behind the invasion of the plague to the assassination of the monarch," the second prince gritted his teeth, and threw out the next sentence: "I stand in the midst of you, and try to persuade you, to cover up his crimes, to clean up the mess, and to join in the trouble." ”

Tails stepped forward and looked at Rumba with a solemn expression.

"Charman Rumba," he said solemnly, "do you really want to be in the company of this kingkiller?"

"Even if he breaks your iron laws?"

"Become the most unstable factor in the big kilometer?"

A second passed.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

To Tails' surprise, the Grand Dukes just glanced at Rumba with strange expressions.

It's as if something funny has happened.

Tails' heart chuckled.

Instinctively, he felt that something was wrong.

Grand Duke Leco coughed vigorously, then frowned and turned to Rumba, "Is this part of your show, Chaman?"

Rumba still had that cold face that didn't smile.

"No, it was an accident. He said coldly, never taking his eyes off Tails.

Worried, Tails looked at Rumba, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

What's wrong?

No.

Tails told himself that he had to take the initiative and test his opponent.

"Hey, Charman, I've worked so hard to get here," said the second prince with a smile and an old acquaintance, "won't you invite me for a drink, old friend?"

Tails raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you owe me a glass of rye wine when you proposed to form an alliance with me in front of the fortress?"

The eyes of the four Grand Dukes turned to Rumba, either explicitly or implicitly.

Rumba snorted coldly.

"Of course, I've got a wine glass for you. Black Sand said softly.

Tails looked puzzled.

The next moment, Rumba's eyes sharpened, and then he suddenly raised his voice: "Guard, two people come in." ”

The voice fell.

Tails' face froze.

A question came from outside the hall, "Archduke Leco?"

"Do as Charman says," the bald old duke exhaled, shook his head, and looked at Tails with a playful look in his eyes, "Send one of our guests out." ”

Tails' face changed dramatically!

What the?

Can't even open a conversation?

Why don't you play according to the routine?

"Wait!"

The second prince hurriedly raised his hands and said to the other four great justices:

"At least listen to me, about the kingkiller, about his desire to coerce Exter and strengthen himself......"

However, to his surprise, he was interrupted.

"Oh, O King Slayer Charman Rumba," Trudida said with a malicious smile, "I've heard that King Nun died a sad death. ”

"Thank you, we got it. ”

"Your Highness the stars. ”

At that moment, Tails' heart was cold.

What's wrong?

They—the Grand Dukes, why?

Tails breathed in a trance.

The other Grand Dukes all had subtle faces, as if they were not surprised.

Auretheus looked at him coldly, his gaze pressing.

Archduke Leko looked at the tiles with vacant eyes, as if he didn't care.

Trudida's smile was like poison, chilling.

Even Ronnie, who was upright when they first met, was just expressionless.

Only Rumba sneered at him, like a gambler with a win.

Outside the hall, the footsteps of the guards could be heard.

In that second, Tails swallowed with a pale face.

No.

No, they shouldn't be that reaction.

In an instant, he suddenly understood.

The words they just said, "for Exeter," were not ordinary words.

The Grand Dukes and the Rumba, an agreement has been reached.

What did Rumba say to the Grand Dukes?

Inducements, promises, threats, complicity?

Can they even ignore the great sin of killing the king, ignoring Exeter's tradition and stability?

Let them turn a blind eye to the actions of the Rumba to support the palace and choose to join the accomplice of a dangerous murderer?

Footsteps outside the hall were getting closer—it was the man who had come to escort him out.

Tails looked at the Grand Dukes in disbelief—they were still sneering faintly.

As if at this moment, the stunned Tails was just a clown.

At that moment, Tails, who was standing in the Hall of Heroes, suddenly realized how difficult the task he had to face.

This chapter is very tiring to write, and it has changed its manuscript three times.

Let's go back and fix the typo.

(End of chapter)