Chapter 134 I Can't Do It

Remember in a second【】

At Star Lake Castle in the middle of the night, Thales sat alone on the observation deck on the top floor of the Jackal Tower, condescending, gazing at the Star Lake in the distance.

King Kessel and Captain Adrian returned to the capital that night, leaving only Sonia and her star guards, making the banquet hall of the main castle into a frenzy until the early morning. .

Mallos and Aunt Valencia were devastated. As for the Duke of Xinghu himself, he returned to the bedroom early on the grounds that he was too drunk.

("Fart! My old lady clearly saw the juice he drank!" - Drunkenly tugging at the fortress flower on Mallos' collar)

But only Thales knew that he would rather get drunk and sleepless than welcome the king's visit.

From the eaves in the distance came the meowing of a cat, echoed by the barking of dogs on the ground, coupled with the faint chirping of cicadas, the Xinghu Castle under the moonlight was full of wildness and comfort.

Why?

Thales looked at the sparkling light on the star lake, his eyes lost in thought.

Why now? Why Zhan En, why South Bank collar?

Thales lowered his head, and pulled out a heavily bandaged dagger from the sheath—after returning from fleeing from the desert, for various reasons, instead of removing it, he strengthened the camouflage on the jc, Make sure it's not seen as origin.

More importantly, why him?

Thales casually took out the bone ring "Guertaxa" and hung it on the tip of the dagger.

The ferocious bone ring and the sharp blade complement each other, making it even more desolate under the moonlight.

What exactly did Kessel V want him to do?

Why is the king so confident and so casual?

Where will the Fuxing Palace start, and how to deal with the aftermath, so as to ensure the effect without causing chaos?

What is his role, what should he do, and what can he do?

Countless questions, countless hesitations flooded Thales' mind.

Not far away from the Xunying Building, there was a flame moving. Thales knew that this was the patrolling sentry changing shifts. Judging by his figure, it might be the vanguard officer Supa Langlai leading a team of local Canxing private soldiers.

The prince skilfully turned down the watchtower,

The cat leaned over to avoid sight, waiting for the end of the shift—the patrol sentry was more concerned about the threats outside the castle, but if any of them turned around in the middle of the night and saw the head of the Duke of Star Lake in the middle of the castle, it would definitely not be a pleasant thing.

Thales leaned against the wall, his eyes condensed.

Well, he knows at least one thing.

That is, he must obey the king's orders, go to the Emerald City, and participate-in any way-in this uncertain political conspiracy.

Not only because he was bound by the oath, not only because he had a personal grudge with Zhan En, not only because it was imperative.

It is even more because this is his choice, his right, and his bargaining chip. After experiencing painful lessons such as "Dragon's Blood" and "Sand King", he gambled his future and life, and only then did he escape from the fingers of the Iron Fist King. , the bit of freedom I fought so hard to win.

This freedom may not be much, but it is vital.

As in the past, Thales didn't know anything about Fuxing Palace's plan, means, process, and details of dealing with Zhan En. He was excluded and could only act according to circumstances.

But it is also different from the past. This time, Thales received a clear order, was informed of the answer in advance, and was even recognized as an independent third-party chess piece, no longer drifting in the kingdom's chess game.

Besides...

Thales shook the dagger in his hand, and the bone ring "Covenant" flipped into the air, and he grabbed it. .

And now, what he has to do, what he can do...

"No, sir, I mean Lady, Lady Sutherley, this can't, can't, really, I, I can't!" An embarrassed and flustered male voice faintly came from under the watchtower.

Thales, who was exercising his skills, changed his expression.

"Oh, I understand. So, you don't like me?" Followed by a sassy female voice, the words were aggressive.

What?

Thales swallowed his throat and entered the senses of hell.

"No, how dare I... You are very powerful, very elegant, very charming, but, I, I belong to the royal guard..." The man became more and more flustered.

Holding his breath, Thales tiptoed up to the observation deck on the other side, carefully exposed half of his head, and looked down.

Diagonally opposite, two floors lower than him, "Zombie" Glover was leaning back on the watchtower in a daze, with the sky behind him.

And Sonia Sutherley - the famous flower of the fortress - stood in front of him drunkenly, with one hand on his shoulder, almost forcing Glover out of the lookout.

"That is to say, I am not good enough for your royal guard?" Sonia leaned forward, a cold light appeared in her misty eyes.

Glover trembled slightly.

"No, sir! I mean I have a duty to protect His Highness..."

"Don't worry about that! I can guarantee that His Highness Thales will not have any objections, and maybe he will help me—as long as you are willing." Sonia shook her head and showed an evil smile.

Thales frowned fiercely, while Glover shook his head with a stiff expression.

Seeing that the man would rather die than obey, Sonia was silent for a while, and then she understood something. She patted Glover's chest rhythmically:

"Aha, I understand. You think you are not good enough, hehe... Inexperienced in all aspects?"

Glover blushed.

"No-

^0^ Remember in a second【】

—" He denied it flatly at first, but then realized that this was a breakthrough, and quickly admitted: "I mean, yes, Mr. Sutherley, I, that, I can't do it! I've never... well, I'm still inexperienced in this area, even if I... can't stand it, I won't last long..."

But Sonia took a step forward, her whole body was almost on Glover's body, and she clapped her hands on his shoulders!

"Don't worry, I will teach you!"

Fortress Flower's eyes were shining brightly, the corners of her mouth became more and more curved, and her tone became more and more strange:

"And it's starting from the beginning, demonstrating in person, step by step, step by step, teaching you every step, oh..."

Thales, who was eavesdropping from above, changed his expression frequently—is this what he should listen to?

Glover couldn't bear it anymore, he pushed Sonia away suddenly, turned around and broke free:

"No, we, we can't do this, lady, sir, this, this is against the rules... By the way, I still have a duty on duty tonight, why don't we talk about it next time..."

But before he took two steps, Fortress Flower's arm pressed against the wall, blocking him in front of him: "But I want you, really, really, desperately want you."

"I want it now."

Glover swallowed his throat, breathing faster.

The alcohol-smelling Sonia's eyes were blurred, and she swayed closer to Glover:

"I know, in fact, you want it too, right?"

"And I happen to be the commander of Broken Dragon Fortress, and I have a heavy responsibility to defend the country. That is to say, not just me, but the whole kingdom—I want you."

The flower of the fortress wore a smile that could not be resisted, and pushed Glover to the corner step by step. The latter's face that had not changed for thousands of years was infinitely terrified at this moment.

"Are you really, really, stop thinking about it?"

Damn damn it.

Thales, who eavesdropped on all this, rubbed his face.

What the hell is this called?

The prince squatted under the watchtower with complicated emotions, making sure they couldn't see him, and then forced the (extremely reluctant) sin of hell river to rush up his throat and mouth, adjusting the frequency.

A few seconds later, he pinched his nose, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak:

"Meow, meow——"

The cry penetrated the barrier and echoed back and forth, as if it was in the ear.

Both Fortress Flower and Glover were taken aback, they separated abruptly and looked around.

"Meow——" Thales continued to imitate a black cat who dared to speak harshly to Aunt Valencia, and elongated his voice vividly, pretending to be a cat sleeping here and protesting human disturbance.

Glover finally got rid of the panic, and when he thought of something, he immediately looked serious:

"Ah, it's that damned black cat, it must have gone to the duke again to steal food - to peek at the confidential documents, this, this is an emergency, it's very, very dangerous, I, I have to protect the room of the Duke of Thales ..."

Sonia seemed to wake up a little and looked at him in disbelief.

Glover coughed and straightened his clothes: "Well, Mrs. Sutherley, Lady, I am very grateful for your favor, but no, I'm sorry, I can't, I can't...I'm going to be on duty, if you If necessary, I can recommend other brothers in the guard to replace him, for example, there is a good young man in the guard wing..."

Fortress Flower narrowed her eyes, obviously extremely dissatisfied.

Glover didn't dare to take a breath.

"Meow——" came the third meow from above, more urgently than the other.

Finally, Sonia let out a long sigh.

"Oh, forget it, twisted melons are not sweet."

The zombie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, we..." Sonia patted Glover's chest muscles, raised the corners of her mouth, and blinked meaningfully:

"It's going to be a long day."

Glover's face was pale, he turned around and rushed to the corridor as if fleeing for his life, and rushed down the stairs without looking back.

"It's a pity," Sonia looked at his embarrassed back, obviously quite regretful, "tsk tsk tsk, what a good boy."

Great job done.

Not only did he not offend the flowers of the fortress, but he also successfully rescued his subordinates. Thales was very satisfied with his response to this move, and even the haze of the king's visit eased a lot.

Relying on his past experience, Thales pinched his nose and yelled two more times as a finishing touch and confusion, so as not to appear too strange.

The thing to do now is to sneak away...

The next second, Thales turned his head and met a pair of green eyes.

He froze.

It was a black cat.

It stood gracefully and proudly on the watchtower, looking suspiciously at the Duke of Xinghu, who was pinching his nose and huddled in a corner by the wall.

Hey, why does this cat look familiar?

Thales was so embarrassed, in order not to expose himself, he had no choice but to continue to pinch his nose and give it a friendly meow:

"Meow?"

The black cat blinked and suddenly realized.

It blew its beard, gave him a disdainful expression, took graceful and disdainful steps, and left wagging its tail.

Looking at the other party's haughty butt, Thales' face darkened.

What's the matter, haven't you seen the prince meow like a cat?

Dead cat stealing food.

Thinking of this, Thales pinched his nose and yelled at the black cat in protest:

"Meow woo woo woo!"

The black cat ignored it, just wagged its tail, stepped on graceful catwalks, and disappeared around the corner.

^0^ Remember in a second【】

Cut, dead cat.

Thales cursed silently, but in the next second, the light on the observation deck dimmed, as if something blocked the moonlight.

Duke Xinghu froze, he raised his head stiffly.

Under the moonlight, Sonia Sutherley crossed the height of the three-story building at some point, and squatted on the watchtower above Thales' head, condescendingly, staring at him in a daze—huddled in the corner of the wall, pinching her nose, acting The gnashing-toothed Duke of Xinghu.

The breeze blew, and the two of them went up and down, up and down, just staring at each other in silence.

Thales dared to swear to Ming Ye. At that moment, he just wanted to jump off the tower and finish it all.

I don't know how long it took, Sonia tilted her head and narrowed her eyes:

"Hi?"

The boy was startled, and then he let go of his nose, and smiled:

"What a coincidence, hey, Sonia, can't you sleep too?"

Sonia didn't speak, but her eyes became more and more complicated.

"Aha, the scenery here is very nice, isn't it?"

Sonia still didn't answer, but her brows became tighter and tighter.

"All right."

Thales exhaled in pain, he stood up, and gave up the idea of ​​muddling through:

"I'm sorry, but Glover said, he doesn't want to."

Sonia just snorted through her nose, landed beside Thales, sat down against the wall, and murmured involuntarily:

"That's because he hasn't tried."

Fortress Flower took out a bag of tobacco and a piece of paper from her bosom, and quickly rolled up the cigarette.

Thank goodness she didn't ask about the meowing.

"Well, even if you are right," Thales tried hard to forget the embarrassment just now, "but he must agree to try."

"He will agree soon. He doesn't know what I can give him. It will be unforgettable for a lifetime..." Sonia put the rolled cigarette in her mouth, pouted her mouth, and said in a rather unwilling tone.

"Are we really going to discuss this topic here?" Feeling that the topic was becoming more and more unpleasant, Thales had to interrupt her with a bitter face.

"Well, it's not appropriate to be in front of you." Sonia took out a piece of pitch flint and tried to light the fire, smoking a cigarette. "But you are in this position, and sooner or later you will experience such things—"

"stop!"

Thales cut off the topic and turned around with a bitter face.

Why is he telling her this here? He obviously still has a lot of things to do!

right.

A voice sounded in his heart: a lot of things.

Including - legendary anti-magic armed.

Taylor's footsteps faltered.

He turned to look at Sonia, and what appeared in his mind was the scene of her holding a shield, subduing Giza to the ground, and watching the latter disappear into ashes.

Perhaps this is a breakthrough, and some rumors can be detected.

But—the voice in my heart reminded me sternly—be careful, don't forget what Ashida said, if the Queen of Magic knows or even notices that you are looking for the secret of the legendary anti-magic armed forces...

Thales clenched his fists.

He should be cautious, natural, and smooth, beating around the bush, not showing any traces, and asking her about the legendary anti-demon armament without arousing suspicion...

"You don't have that shield?"

Fortress Flower tried hard to rub the flint, but didn't react:

"What? Oh, that thing, I handed it back to the Fuxing Palace, and I'll get it back later."

Thales frowned.

Well, it turns out that the Supreme Shield is not there.

Then what was Ashida doing in such a hurry to hide?

Sonia was still trying to light a cigarette, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You know, weapons need to be polished and maintained, and the legendary anti-magic weapons are even more delicate."

Legendary anti-magic weapons also require maintenance, more so than ordinary weapons.

Thales nodded.

He was about to ask more.

Snapped!

As the fire came on, Fortress Flower finally lit the cigarette in her mouth. She took a deep breath with an intoxicated face, and then slowly exhaled it after a few seconds.

Thales had to wave his hands desperately to disperse the smoke.

Sonia squinted at the prince:

"Have a bite?"

Thales, who was shy away from the smoke, shook his head skillfully:

"Children can't..."

In the middle of the conversation, Thales remembered the "glorious history" of the imperial people who came of age at the age of fourteen, and reluctantly changed his words:

"As far as I know, it's bad for the throat and lungs. If you smoke too much, it will affect your breathing, and if you smoke too much, it will affect your life span."

"Influence, breath, lifespan?" The Flower of the Fortress smiled.

"Son, do you know what the deadliest weapon on the battlefield is?"

"Magic gun?"

"Nah," the flower of the fortress lit a cigarette, looked up at the sky, the drunkenness in her eyes was a little less, "it's not a knife, it's not a sword, but a hammer and a spear."

"Especially when thousands of people are crowded together and fighting for their lives, it doesn't make much difference if you breathe more or less, and you can live to be 80 or 50 years old."

Thinking of the breakout battle under the fortress, Thales frowned, thinking of the roars of killing and the broken limbs and arms all over the ground, and the movement of driving away the smoke became faster and faster.

"And when a spear pierces into your chest with a 'chirp' sound like this," Sonia turned her head, and quickly poked Thales' chest with two fingers:

^0^ Remember in a second【】

"There is no difference between a healthy lung and a black lung."

Hold!

The pain in his chest made Thales grin his teeth, and he had to move back a little to avoid more physical contact with her.

The flower of the fortress looked at him and smiled.

"However, if such a cheap puff of smoke," Sonia took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the star lake in the distance, "could make hundreds of soldiers forget about timidity, pain, despair, and death, Let them boost morale and unity in their mouths full of shit talk, and weaken the possibility of bombing camps and collapse."

Sonia looked at Thales, and leisurely exhaled a thick puff of smoke:

"Then maybe, maybe we can win a battle and hold a fortress."

cough! cough! cough!

Thales was choked and coughed again and again.

"Thank you, I'll remember," the prince said while covering his nose in pain, "If you don't fight, don't smoke!"

Sonia burst into a hearty laugh.

Amidst the smog, the two people who had their own concerns quieted down, and the watchtower of the castle at night was lonely.

not enough.

Thales reminded himself: he needs a better insertion point, he needs to know more.

"Speaking of combat and longevity, how long have you been fighting with that shield?"

Sonia put down the cigarette and looked straight at him.

Feeling a little hairy from her staring eyes, Thales quickly made amends:

"I heard people say that the legendary anti-magic weapon will reduce the lifespan of the user? I remember that you used it a lot to save me..."

The Flower of Fortress looked at him for a long time and grinned.

"There is such a saying," Sonia shook her head, "but don't worry, the thing in my hand doesn't like me, and won't cooperate with me to release its power, so it can't hurt me."

"Oh, I'm relieved then—what?"

Thales turned back in surprise: "It doesn't like it, you?"

"Yeah, I'm also very confused, right?" Sonia took a puff of a cigarette, full of dissatisfaction, "What's wrong with this world, a broken shield is even qualified to say that it doesn't like my old lady."

No, that's not the point, the point is...

"No, no, I mean, it, it? Is it...alive?" Thales asked in surprise.

"Something, but not all, it can't talk, but I can feel its, how to say, emotions?"

Sonia picked her ears: "It is said that they only communicate with a small number of owners, and only then can they exert their maximum effect-of course, it is said that the greater the effect, the heavier the cost."

connected mind...

Maximum efficacy...

Thales frowned, thinking of the front of the world from a long time ago, that small red sword with a lot of background.

"Like the broken shield in my hand," Sonia continued with a cold snort, "every time I was reluctant, I really regarded myself as my master, and later, hey, I don't bother to deal with it, why not The long-handled big knife I seized outside is easy to use."

Thales fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

"However, there must be a reason why you were awarded the Supreme Shield. The Kingdom must be very optimistic about you." He said cautiously.

"It's nothing." Sonia waved her hand, and the smoke was heavy, "During the bloody year, its owner died, and the extreme masters who were suitable for it were almost dead. They had no choice. At that time, I just wanted to Going to the north to fight, I went up there in such a daze——When I first got it, the broken shield was black and rough, and I held up a hammer and smashed it for a long time before I was sure it was not a fake."

No wonder the Supreme Shield doesn't like you.

Thales was silent for a while, but finally couldn't help asking:

"Then do you still remember who its previous owner was?"

Sonia rubbed her nose.

"Baron Quentin told me that he doesn't quite get the name, but well, I heard that he was a royal guard in his lifetime, and he was not a small official."

During his lifetime, he was a royal guard...

Thales stopped talking.

"By the way, don't tell anyone else," Sonia narrowed her eyes. "The Black Prophet specifically warned back then: the legendary anti-demon armed force is a kingdom secret, very important and very sensitive. If anyone inquires, remember to tell him as soon as possible."

Thales' heart trembled.

"Fuck, I knew it," said the prince calmly, "no wonder he doesn't want to tell me anything."

The Flower of the Fortress laughed: "Trust me, you are not the first, just get used to it."

"So, everything is fine in the north?" Thales changed the subject to avoid doubts: "Dragon Fortress, the border line, Rumba?"

Talking about her old profession, Sonia hummed and stood up.

She lay down on the watchtower and carefully looked at everything in Star Lake Castle, as if she was unwilling to let go of every plant and tree, even the cat on the roof wanted to take a closer look.

"Thanks to you, son, whether it is Black Sand Territory or Welland Territory, the Yankees have been busy beating their own people these few years, and they are much more peaceful. What's more, it is approaching the busy season of farming, fields, farms, towns, workshops , the market, there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, not to mention the war, even the robbers who cross the border to rob are not available."

Thanks to him.

These words brought Thales back to the days when he walked out of Broken Dragon Fortress and went north six years ago.

The vampire, the blood magician, the heavy siege of the black sand army, the game between him and the Rumba under the fortress - scenes of the past appeared in front of him, very clear, Thales looked at Sonia in front of him, his eyes were a little more kind .

^0^ Remember in a second【】

"Of course, it will be hard to say in a few days." The Flower of the Fortress snorted softly with a cigarette in its mouth, "So I will take advantage of this time to go back to my hometown and enjoy my vacation."

Thales was moved when he heard the words:

"Going home? Are you a local?"

Sonia turned her attention away from an old tree in the distance:

"Of course, when my parents were alive, they were farmers in a nearby farm—well, that's the direction, just over two hills."

Sonia enthusiastically pointed the direction to Thales:

"And when I was old enough to wield a pitchfork, I enlisted and became a guard here."

Sonia, the famous flower of the fortress, was born in a peasant family.

Thales thought and reacted:

"I know you are Duke John's old department, so you started from the guards of Star Lake Castle?"

Sonia dusted off the cigarette ash and looked at the main castle of Star Lake Castle with deep eyes.

"There," Sonia pointed under the moonlight, "there used to be three trees there, and I used to rest there when I changed shifts."

Thales followed her fingers and looked - there was a field that Aunt Valencia had asked her to reclaim.

There is a stalk in the boy's heart.

Tree……

"And there, it used to be part of the garden," Sonia's voice was a bit ethereal, "John likes to walk there alone and meditate, no matter the weather, he said it helps to think."

Thales looked at the place—now it was fenced off, and there were many dogs.

garden……

Thales clenched his fist subconsciously.

"Sonia..."

"It's not just your castle, kid."

Sonia looked at the position of Xunyinglou, with a dazed expression and a long tone:

"Once upon a time, many people regarded this place as home—for many years, many years, home."

Home.

Thales was silent for a long time.

When he turned around again and looked at the field, he had a different feeling.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly didn't want to ask her about the Supreme Shield anymore.

There will be a chance, he told himself.

not now.

It shouldn't be.

Sonia was silent for a while, the cigarette butt flickered on and off.

"No, thank you." Sonia shook her head, dispelled the haze, and turned back into that hearty fortress flower:

"Every year I come back to rest for a few days, eat in the old Cordero's farm, make some troubles and fight, but this year, since you repaired the castle..."

The next second, Sonia showed a smug smile:

"Then I don't have to look at old Cordero's face—he's had a problem with me since I was five years old, my mother refused his marriage proposal, and I beat his son to tears. You really don't come One bite?"

Thales stared at Sonia's cigarette butt, smiled and shook his head.

"Then, welcome home," Thales tried hard to recover from the sadness just now, "You and your people can stay as long as you want, with all board and lodging expenses covered."

"All inclusive?" Fortress Flower said with disbelief on her face, "I overheard an old man in the guards behaving strangely today, saying that it's really comfortable for us to eat and live for free."

"You should be talking about the second logistics officer, De Ward Stowe," Thales thought of something, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "and I can assure you that you definitely didn't hear it by 'accidentally', that bad old man is so bad very."

But he soon caught sight of it.

"But it doesn't matter, entertain the famous kingdom commander and war meritorious service, Lady Sonia Sutherley, I believe this account can be reported to my father."

No, it must be reported to him.

Otherwise, Thales swears that he will lie in the Ballard room and won't get up at the next imperial meeting.

Sonia exhaled a puff of smoke and snorted.

"Your Majesty has gone back?"

"Yes—" Thales felt something was wrong as soon as the words came out, and frowned at her.

Fortress Flower grinned.

"Son, I'm a fighter anyway, and unfortunately I'm a commander. If I didn't even know who was in the marching team, Broken Dragon Fortress would have been raped a thousand and eight hundred times."

really.

The king's visit, she knew too.

The way Thales looked at her changed, she lost her previous lightness and became a little more heavy.

Was she really just going back to her hometown to enjoy the holidays?

Is this planned? The royal guard escorted the king here in the name of sending the famous general of the kingdom back to his hometown?

So was this ordered by King Kessel? Or did he let it go? What does his move mean, what is he trying to imply to himself? What does Sonia's appearance here mean?

All kinds of thoughts flooded his mind, and at this moment, Thales suddenly lost interest in talking with Sonia.

The days when they lived and ate together in the fort six years ago seemed no longer clear.

Only the bone ring "covenant" in his pocket became heavier.

Sonia seemed to sense something, and she glanced at Thales.

"For the convenience of revealing, what does Your Majesty want from you?" Fortress Flower asked nonchalantly, the cigarette in her hand was already half burned and gradually dimmed.

She doesn't seem to know.

Or is she just pretending not to know?

Sonia Sutherley, she is indeed the benefactor who rescued you six years ago, but don't forget—

^0^ Remember in a second【】

—A voice rose from the bottom of my heart, carefully reminding Thales——she is also one of the three commanders in the kingdom, and the head of the standing army of the kingdom.

It is the sword of kings.

Thales swallowed his throat.

What did the king say to Sonia? Instruct her to do? How will it affect him?

What should he say and what should he not say?

I went to meet the fiancée candidate.

I'm going to destroy the guardian duke of the south bank.

What should he say?

"Business trip," Thales' expression remained unchanged, his eyes piercing through the smoke, "I have to go out for an errand."

"Business trip? I guess you won't go north to revisit the old place of Broken Dragon Fortress?"

Thales hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry, don't be nervous, I'm not interested in what you're going to do." Sonia smiled easily, seeming to see through Thales' psychology.

She sucked in the last puff of cigarette fiercely, and then reluctantly threw away the cigarette butt.

"Anyway, it's the same old way of infighting. It's either extortion or grabbing power. I can't do it."

old fashioned.

Thales exhaled.

He thought of Dragon's Blood, Sand King, and the mission he had been given by the king.

King Kessel has been up and down in the turbulent kingdom politics all day long, manipulating the situation, but as his sword, his generals, the real fortress of his kingdom, the fortress flower in front of him looks so cheerful, sassy, ​​magnanimous atmosphere.

How did she do it? The voice in his heart asked.

This made Thales feel a little inexplicably jealous.

"Yes, the old way," the young Duke snorted softly, his words filled with indescribably complicated emotions, "I can't do it either."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^