In the hallways of Valhalla, Tails walked beside Selma as he struggled to straighten out his sleeves and tried to smooth out the nine-pointed star emblem from his upper arm to his shoulder.

"According to the experience of the past six years, the king's envoys," said the second prince, with annoyance and apprehension, "do they usually come at the time of the change of seasons, and they are usually for the ......."

"To check on you," Thelma nodded absentmindedly, she looked at the scrambled Tails, sighed and rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand to help him pull the shoulder badge up, and said angrily, "Come and confirm that a certain unlucky prince is still in the pet cage." ”

"Oh," Tails snorted, frowning, "thanks for the reminder." ”

The Count of Lisbane behind him coughed lightly.

The Lord Regent silently reached out and pressed Tails' shoulder.

“...... and to watch, to warn, and to warn the city of Dragons—we are the greatest threat in the eyes of King Chaman," Risban said solemnly as he pushed him two steps away without a trace, "Even when Walton lost his throne and the people of Dragonsky City were panicking, this never changed. ”

"Especially when the future of Bright Star and Walton is in Longxiao City. ”

Tails raised an eyebrow and looked at Risbane, who had unwittingly walked between him and Thelma.

The Earl of Lisbane's attitude towards Tails has always been full of detachment and vigilance, even with hostility that is difficult to ignore, but when facing the Black Sand Collar and the King of Chaman, the most trusted vassals and assistants of Nunn rarely show the trust and kindness of the same enemy, and remind Tails from time to time that they are on the same side.

Tails remembered what Putile had told him: "If I'm not mistaken, Ronnie and his allies in the city of Prayer are waving their flags and shouting against the king's unorthodox behavior throughout the territory......"

"Seems like that's the first thing Charman should be worried about, not two powerless little kids?"

Thelma gave him a blank look.

"So that's the fun part," Risban said as if he didn't understand Tails' sarcasm, his gaze swept left and right over the two teenagers and girls, "Guess why they're here?"

Tails exhaled: "Win over Longxiao City, win support for Rumba's poor popularity in the country, and fight against Ronnie and other opponents?"

Thelma's face darkened.

But then she took a deep breath and tried her best to show a solemn and indifferent expression, just like in the past six years: "Then they have made a mistake, Longxiao City is the most unlikely force to stand with him—we all know what happened six years ago." ”

"No one can forget. ”

Tails remembered that night, and couldn't help but smash his mouth, sighing, "So that's the part I'm worried about." ”

Lisban snorted coldly, his eyes full of vigilance: "We'll know." ”

The next moment, they turned a corner, and Nicollet and Justin, who were already waiting in front of them, nodded to them and pushed open a door that was all too familiar to both Tails and Thelma.

Behind him and on both sides, Prince Xingchen walked behind the Grand Duke and the Regent, stepping into this solemn atmosphere of the Oval Stone Hall.

The Hall of Heroes has changed a lot from six years ago, and the biggest difference is that the heavy rectangular table representing the king and the nine archdukes has been removed.

It seems that along with the reign of the Born King, disappeared into history.

There is only one remaining seat in the hall on three flights of steps, a simple and heavy cedar seat.

On the fireplace in the rear, the famous Soul Killer Gun was still lying quietly on the gun rack.

Tails consciously stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and Nicolas and Risbane stepped up the stairs before turning to face the hall, and only the Grand Duchess, who lifted her skirt with a solemn face, walked up the steps to the chair.

The prince watched with mixed emotions as Selma sat down on the chair, which was almost four or five people wide and belonged to the lord of Longxiao City: she first carefully put her arms on the armrests on both sides like a kitten stepping into unfamiliar territory, and then took a deep breath, straightened her waist and puffed out her chest, and looked up at the hall with a pretended pride and coldness.

Like a lion cub that has just learned to walk, it growls immaturely at the lions.

It's just that judging from the girl's look, it's probably not very comfortable to sit on.

It's been six years.

She's still not used to it.

Because of me, she sat in this seat.

Because of me, she didn't have a choice.

Thelma seemed to be aware of this, and the girl stiffly turned her head to look at Tails, with a discomfort in her eyes that only the prince could read.

For a moment, Tails didn't dare to look at the chair and its owner anymore, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at the floor tiles with a gloomy expression.

The next moment, the herald's majestic and melodious shout sounded in the hall:

"Viscount of Munton from the Black Sand Realm, the King's envoy and chief goose officer, and the second assistant advisor to the Imperial Council, Lhasa Kambida!"

The atmosphere in the entire Hall of Heroes suddenly became tense.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Nicolas threw the handle of his knife behind his back to his right shoulder, while Risban habitually put his hands behind his back.

The guards on both sides raised their heads and pursed their mouths, even the veteran guards who had been white-bladed guards unconsciously adjusted their breathing, revealing the most serious and fierce expressions.

They know who is coming.

With the sound of two footsteps from far to near, a man and a woman appeared at the gate of the Hall of Heroes.

Tails' eyes narrowed.

I haven't seen him for six years, Kambida, King Chaman's number one adviser, the tall son of Lord Jue, who once "escorted" the prince to Longxiao City with 2,000 troops, looks much more mature, compared to the military equipment at that time, he is dressed plainly at the moment, but his steps are still neat, with a polite smile that means scrutiny, he can't help but make Tails feel that he is more difficult than ever.

But the most eye-catching person is not him.

Kambida's companion passed by the herald, but stopped.

"How?"

This is a light-armed, inch-headed female warrior, no weaker than the latter, and the long sword hanging from her waist has a familiar white handle.

The female warrior turned her sharp gaze and looked directly at the herald at the door:

"Don't you have a habit of signing up for female guests?"

At the far end of the hall, several people around Selma looked strangely towards the door.

The herald looked back at the female warrior vigilantly and unflinchingly, and snorted softly from his nose, "Welcome to the Northlands." ”

The female warrior chuckled, "Really?"

"Even if you've been ruled by a woman for six years?"

The herald frowned, as if choked at the words.

Cambida, who was walking ahead, had to stop.

"Ash. He cupped his forehead and whispered to his companion with some helplessness.

"It's okay," the warrior didn't seem to hear Kambida's reminder, still staring at the herald with disdain on her face, "I'll do it myself." ”

In the next second, the round-faced female warrior turned around and faced the entire hall!

She looked straight at the other end of the hall and spoke loudly without hesitation: "The deputy commander of the White Blade Guard from Longxiao City, Soldering Iron County, and Peke Village, and His Majesty Chaman's official and personal guard ......"

"Lady Chloech Mielke!"

"Come here to meet ......"

"The Female Grand Duke of Longxiao City!"

The female voice is mellow and bright, echoing in every corner of the hall.

Even to Tails, who was standing on the other end, the voice was clearly audible.

The faces of the guards on both sides of the hall changed, and they looked at the deputy commander of the White Guards who had signed up in amazement, as if they were watching something strange in the market.

Tails frowned slightly, but then he curled the corners of his mouth.

Lady, Audience with the Grand Duchess.

Six years ago, could the Northlanders have imagined this scene?

"Have you learned now?"

Chloe Ash raised his eyebrows, indifferently looked back at the herald who was speechless in shock, and snapped his fingers unabashedly in front of him, waking up the distracted other party: "And ......"

"Welcome to Northland. ”

The herald looked at her stunned, unable to react for a long time.

Viscount Kambida sighed, he closed his eyes, and urged the people behind him in a pitiful tone: "Ash-"

But before he could finish speaking, he was mercilessly pushed by Croich on the shoulder and staggered forward!

"Concentrate on getting down to business," the warrior snorted coldly, "and don't call me that again." ”

Kambida, who was caught off guard and pushed, smiled awkwardly, turned around and waved to the herald embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Ash has always been hot-ah-love!"

The cold-faced Chloesy pushed him again, and His Excellency the Viscount had to smile in compromise, rearrange his clothes, and walk towards the hall.

On the throne of the eldest princess in the distance, Selma frowned and looked at the two who had just caused a commotion: "Did they do it on purpose?"

Lisban shook his head: "I don't know, but at least the viscount didn't deliberately stop it." ”

"That says a lot. ”

"That being said," Tails shrugged, looking at Chloehi's appearance from afar, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "but ...... What a special lady. ”

Especially in the Northland.

"Chic and unrestrained, people have to be amazed. ”

The prince looked at Chloehi, who was dashing, and could not help but think of Sonia Sutherre, of the Fortress Flower who laughed heartily in a pool of blood and played with his hair.

The next moment, Tails realized that the three people on the steps were all looking at him with strange expressions.

Only then did the prince restrain his smile and cough lightly:

"I'm sorry. ”

The two of them finally stood at a distance of five meters from the main seat, and His Excellency the Viscount looked at the young Archduke in the seat with interest.

Thelma silently endured his gaze, her grip on the chair tightening.

The Count of Lisbane frowned.

"Good day, ma'am, miss, Your Excellency Archduchess Walton. Viscount Kambida bowed slightly, as if he did not feel the tension in the hall at all, "Allow me to convey greetings and wishes from the King: May your reign in Longxiao City be well-attended. ”

Tails clearly felt that this etiquette was a little unrespectful, but in contrast, Chloehi's bow was more sincere.

Thelma nodded slightly, she first glanced at Span, and then spoke cautiously and without emotion: "Of course, please also convey my gratitude to Your Majesty on your behalf." ”

She leaned back in her chair and said nothing more.

Viscount Cambida's eyes moved, and his gaze swept over the taciturn Grand Duchess and the serious-faced Lisbane, and a meaningful smile flashed.

"I don't seem to see those familiar Longxiao City ministers," His Excellency the Viscount looked around in a respectful manner, "What about the counts outside the Regency of Lisbane?

"This is not an official mission," replied him, from Lisbane himself, and the former Prime Minister said coldly, "There is no need to alarm them. ”

"Is that really good?" said Kambida with a slightly surprised expression.

"I've heard that yesterday they were discussing the marriage of the Grand Duchess, and I heard that Earl Hearst and Earl Nagil are both good candidates for the Grand Duke's husband?"

"And when the king's envoys came, they were left behind?"

Tails' breath froze.

"Your news is really well-informed, only the direct vassals of Longxiao City can know so accurately. ”

The Count of Lisbane picked up quickly after an imperceptible stunnedness, and his tone was not good: "Could it be that you have bought which mouse in the Hall of Heroes again?"

Kambida smiled: "How dare you, the vassals of Longxiao City have always been loyal, how can they buy us off?"

"I'm just saying that the palace is infested with rats," Lisban replied without a trace, "why do you think of vassals?"

Cambida raised an eyebrow.

Charles Risbane, the former prime minister who served the kingdom for decades, the most powerful assistant of the Born King, and the man who was once known as the "dragon's eye".

Well deserved, it's a tough opponent.

And old and strong.

"I haven't seen you for many years, I'm glad to see that you are free of illness and disaster, and you are in good health," the next second, I saw Kambida not hesitate to look at the only young man in the field with the nine-pointed star emblem, and smiled: "I asked the king on behalf of you: How are you doing?"

"Prince Tails. ”

Lisbane and Nicolé frowned in unison.

They looked at Tails.

Thelma blinked, relieved in surprise and relieved, as if she was a little glad that the prince had shared the pressure of the opening.

Tails frowned, and he endured the stares from the audience, especially Lisbane, and looked back at the smiling Cambida suspiciously.

Damn it.

This guy ......

Looks like I'm very familiar with Rumba.

Although I do know him very well.

"We haven't seen each other for years, Your Excellency Viscount Cambida, but ......"

Tails stubbornly said: "No disease, no disaster, healthy ......"

"Why do you say that...... Sounds like you're comforting those old people who are dying soon?"

The towering Selma sneered.

Kambida's polite and smug smile stopped on his face.

Croesy beside him let out an unabashed breath that seemed to mock Kambida.

Coincidentally, the Count of Lisbane, who didn't have many smiles, even sneered cooperatively at this moment.

"It's still as sharp as ever. ”

Kambida looked around at the unkind gaze around him, had to put away his smile, and turned around stiffly: "Your Majesty misses you very much, Your Royal Highness, he often mentions: you still owe a glass of wine between you. ”

Tails sighed inwardly again.

Lisbane's eyes swept towards him again.

"You know, eighteen years ago, my uncle Heyman died under a glass of poisoned wine," the prince scratched his head, "and he owes a glass of wine—are you sure that's what the king said?"

Kambida closed her mouth.

It seems that His Majesty is right.

It's going to be a lot of fun.

At this moment, the Count of Lisbane laughed.

"Cut out the useless nonsense and provocative and get straight to the point. ”

"As the 'Night Falcon' of the Black Sand Collar in recent years, Viscount Cambida," Lord Regent's laughter echoed throughout the hall, "Why are you here?"

Night falcons?

You Northlanders, can you have a slightly imaginative nickname?

Remembering that Duke Arend's nickname was "Iron Eagle", Tails couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Lisban tilted his head and looked at Cambida.

"King Charman won't just send you to sow discord when he's been troubled by Ronnie's anti-royal alliance," the count's voice was indescribably majestic, reminding Tails of the long-dead Born King, "I can't save your troubled majesty by playing tricks." ”

"So, what important information did you bring with you?"

Kambida looked up, the smile on his face fading.

He looked at Lisban's eyes and slowly became serious:

"I must admit that some minor differences arose between the Grand Dukes and His Majesty. ”

Tails sneered inwardly.

A small disagreement?

"But I believe that we will stand together for the common future of the people of Exeter,"

"For the sake of Exeter's common honor and disgrace, no matter what kind of hardships and dangers, we can overcome them together. ”

Viscount Kambida's face turned cold, and he spat out a sentence that moved everyone present:

"Like now. ”

Tails felt a stir in his heart.

Right now?

Wait a minute.

He said that for the sake of Exeter's common ......

That means......

The silence in the hall lasted for a few seconds.

The old spicy and perceptive Earl of Lisbane has realized something.

"Common honor and disgrace?" I saw the old earl staring at Kambida's expression tightly, word by word, and slowly spoke: "What?"

He jumped straight to the conclusion he had reached: "There is going to be a war?"

Tails' eyelids jumped.

Cambida raised her eyebrows slightly, as if surprised by the Count's answer.

To Tails' uneasiness, the next second, Cambida ...... with a smile on his face

Nodding.

? Wake up, farewell, funeral, cremation, burial, so far, my grandmother's death has gone smoothly.

? ? Tomorrow is the first seventh, and after some traditional worship ceremonies and feasts, even if there is a funeral, the matter will come to an end.

? ? When guarding the tablet, I took the time to code this chapter out, thank you readers for your understanding and support this week!

? ? The book that has been interrupted for six days in a row, and can still stay in the top ten of the fantasy best-selling list every day, is probably no one (/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~).

? ? Of course, this week, "Kingdom" also had a lot of twists and turns, the plagiarism incident has just ended, and the book encountered a supernatural event: between 12:30 and 14:30 on July 11th, "Kingdom Bloodline" was on the PC page of the starting point, and was continuously swiped with more than 500 three-star negative reviews by a bunch of trumpets with no fan value.

? ? No sword can only say: crying and laughing, laughing and laughing.

? ? The editor in charge also said helplessly, this is probably being targeted, and it is allowed within the rules, and there is no way to do it in the technical background, so I can only spread my hands and wait for the day when I am brushed to sporadic evaluations, alas.

? ? Haha, just kidding.

? ? Just like Tails' experience, Swordless believes that only fire can forge true steel, and only broken watches can break good chapters (fog).

? ? What's more, it's just that it has been swiped with more than 500 bad reviews, which is too far from "Agni".

? ? The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

? ? Everyone, wait until I get back!

? ? By is guarding the tablet alone and preparing to renew the sword

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(End of chapter)