Chapter 143 First Round Welcome

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"That wine merchant has a problem."

Mallos stood beside Thales, frowning as he watched Dagory Moss in the distance raise his hand attentively and cooperatively, and was strictly searched by Rolf, who had a bad complexion.

"Hmm?" Thales replied.

"We just checked his accompanying convoy."

"result?"

"Their wheels are very clean, and they don't have a lot of goods. There are only a few people who are temporarily hired by the local people, and so is the coachman." Mallos looked at the wine merchant carefully, "I guess he didn't come all the way to participate in the celebration as he said. On the contrary, he has been waiting in the Emerald City for a long time, and he made a special trip here to wait for you, perhaps at the behest of someone with good intentions."

Caring people.

Thales recalled what he had seen and heard in the Kingdom's Secret Department.

However, I already knew it.

"You mean, he might be from the Emerald City?"

"Or someone else."

Thales sighed: "I see, Thor, thank you."

Mallos turned his head: "You still insist on seeing him?"

Thales was silent for a while, then nodded and said:

"That's the only way to find the truth."

"Okay then," Mallos stopped insisting when he saw this, and waited for Rolf to finish searching, "Remember, let Arend and Glover watch."

"certainly."

"But, Your Highness, since we can see that he is wrong," the watchman added, "others can too."

"Yeah, I know."

Thales nodded cautiously:

"other people."

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"So, your name is Moss?"

A few minutes later, Thales looked up and down the luxuriously dressed businessman in front of him, with a fat figure but a cautious expression.

"Dagoli Moss, my esteemed Highness," Dagoli said with a stiff smile, with imperceptible tremors between the lines, "I am the honorary director of the Central Liquor Merchants Association, and I am here to attend the Queen's Day celebration in Emerald City. Who would have thought that, unexpectedly, I would be lucky enough to meet His Highness..."

Thales looked at him, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he was threatened by Rafael in the secret department's interrogation room.

"Your nose?"

"Ah, Your Highness, sorry?"

"It looks crooked, like it was broken."

Dagoli's smile stagnated, but he quickly answered:

"Oh, my nose, ha, I had an accident when I was supervising work in the winery some time ago. It's interesting to say that I was taking out a peerless wine from the cellar at that time..."

The Kingdom's Secret Division knew that Thales had witnessed the interrogation, and they knew that the prince recognized the guy in front of him, that he was...well, the new offline of the Secret Division.

But Dagoli is still here, in front of him.

Thales looked at the wine merchant in front of him with disinterest.

That is to say, the Kingdom Secret Division is sure that I will talk to him in a friendly manner, and then ask about their plans?

Thales pursed his lips:

"How's the wine market going?"

"To be honest, the current situation is worrisome, especially for the central government, so I recently developed a peerless wine..."

"Is that the kind of wine you sent?"

"Hey, that's right, I want to introduce to Your Highness..."

Thales put on a straight face:

"Then you should know: Prince Thales doesn't like drinking?"

Dagori was startled, and quickly apologized with a smile:

"Uh, this, I have heard a little bit about it, but well, I guarantee that the wine delivered this time..."

"Not only that, but I also really hate those people who try to force me to drink." Unfortunately, Thales didn't buy it, but became stricter. "Among them, one is Nunn Walton, and the other is Charman Rumba—do you want to join them?"

Dagoli reacted, trembling all over:

"Your Highness..."

"You didn't come to sell me your wine," Thales put away his stern expression, expressionless, "Ordinary people can't recognize my car at a glance."

"Your Highness's words are wrong..."

"Miranda! Jialun!" Thales waved his hand,

Don't delay with him anymore, "Take this Mr. Moss into a carriage, find a place where no one is there for a drive, and ask who sent it."

Go for a ride?

Dagoli froze in place, watching in horror the female swordsman and the big man approaching in the distance.

"Your Highness, no, I—"

Thales waved his hand indifferently: "And if he doesn't want to say..."

"Just let him talk." Miranda said coldly.

Thales laughed and said:

"That's why I like you."

With a cold face, Glover stretched his long arms, and clasped the stunned Dagori.

Dagoli was anxious and struggled in vain:

"But, Your Highness, Your Highness! I'm really here to sell wine! It's because you don't like drinking that I have to overcome difficulties..."

Thales turned a deaf ear and prepared to return to his carriage.

"No, I misunderstood, I'm here... No, there's no need, hiss, pain... I was wrong, Your Highness, I was wrong!"

After some unseemly tugging, Dagoli begged for mercy with a crying voice:

"I'm recruiting! I'm recruiting! I'm telling the truth! I'm really not here to sell wine! No!"

The prince stopped.

"That's right, Your Highness, I was entrusted with this trip, and I have a mission to help you!"

Miranda held Glover down, and the latter let go unwillingly. Dagori sat down on the ground, still in shock.

This is also too fast.

Thales turned around with a wide smile:

"Look, it's so much easier."

The new off-line developed by the secret department, the quality is not good.

"So, who are you entrusted with, and what kind of mission do you have?"

The poor wine merchant stood up panting, wiped the sweat from his face, and struggled hard.

If he just said that, then some people would probably lose face.

Thales looked at him with interest, thinking about how long the secret department would last to show up, then with a livid face, holding back his frustration, he apologized to the prince.

If it's the red-eyed kid, all the better.

"Tai, Your Highness Thales, I..."

Dagori was sweating profusely. He stared blankly at Thales, and then at the big man next to him who looked like a zombie without anger and self-importance. He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

He suddenly tossed his robe, opened his eyes angrily, and said loudly:

"As a king, why don't you hold a banquet to encourage all people to have fun together?"

"As a master, how can he not be toasted to win the hearts of his servants?"

"Commanding thousands of troops, how can you not raise your glass to comfort those who dare to die!"

ah?

Thales was stunned.

Miranda and Glover were also stunned.

The more Dagoli spoke, the more sorrowful and indignant he became, with agitated emotions and a resonant voice.

"That's right, Your Majesty Thales, just because I heard that you hate alcohol and don't like what's in your cup, I was entrusted with the ardent expectations of thousands of people, with the mission of revitalizing the Kingdom of Glory of the Stars, Come to the Emerald City and risk your life to go through this experience!"

What do you entrust? What mission?

Thales looked around subconsciously. Sure enough, many Xinghu guards and even passers-by were attracted by this passage and looked this way.

Oops.

Dagoli closed his eyes tightly, trembling while speaking:

"The setting sun is a lesson! A grass-roots man, Dagoli Moss, dare to ask your highness to learn how to drink alcohol! In order to impress the princes and ministers, return to the hearts of the soldiers, and live up to thousands of people, so as to become a generation of enlightened masters and create a peaceful and prosperous world!"

With an earth-shattering tragedy, the wine merchant fell to his knees with a plop:

"Please start with the wine I serve you!"

The voice fell, and no one responded.

Only Dagoli huddled on the ground like a huge burden, shivering.

Mallos stood in the distance with a dark face, looking at Thales with complicated eyes.

"Your Highness, Your Highness," Miranda looked at the curious and puzzled eyes around her with an ugly expression, "still, are you still going for a ride?"

It was a crisp autumn, and a gust of cool wind blew Thales up.

"Help him up, be polite, everyone is watching," the prince said with a gloomy face and coughed, "I, uh, that...these words are not unreasonable, please invite this gentleman to come forward, let's talk about that in detail. "

The burden on the ground shook again, and then it relaxed and stretched slowly:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you... Your Highness, Guo... Guo... Sure enough, enlightened, wise, wise..."

The prince's complexion became even worse.

Damn occult.

Damn prince ass.

"Dagory Moss, right?"

"I guess, you can make a fortune selling wine," Thales stepped forward, and supported the almost limp wine merchant, furious, "It's not unreasonable."

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"Does Your Highness know that businessman? Advise that one?"

D.D, who came back from the front, sat on the luggage cart and pointed to the distance to Glover: The Duke of Xinghu was pacing with his hands behind his back, and was having a friendly conversation with the trembling wine merchant.

"I don't fully understand."

Glover said, and sat down beside Doyle.

"Either you know it or you don't know it. What does 'incomplete knowledge' mean?"

Glover shook his head:

"I have a feeling: Although His Highness doesn't know him, he knows who he is in advance, and knows that he is coming, and even... expects him to come."

"It's over, zombie," Doyle unscrewed a water bag, "You have been with His Highness for too long, and you are starting to talk about it."

Glover didn't reply, D.D continued to drink water.

"I'm still not used to it." Glover said suddenly.

D.D froze when he drank water.

Yo, this is really strange.

The zombie is actually okay with me calling him that.

Also, did he initiate a conversation?

Could it be that the drinking water in the Emerald City really has miraculous effects, the living dead, flesh and bones?

"you mean?"

"Her." Glover said concisely.

Doyle followed Glover's gaze: Miranda Arend was guarding not far from Thales, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, watching out for the businessman named Moss.

"Oh, you mean our dear new colleague, the gentle and lovely Miranda sister?"

Doyle put down the water bag, skillfully took out a locally sourced apple from the luggage bag, and wiped it on his clothes:

"It doesn't matter. The Duke of Thales said that she is a candidate for the prince's attendant, and she is still in the investigation period. Even Lord Mallos didn't say anything. If you ask Huaiya, Zhen Huaiya, he will tell you That girl is killing all directions in Longxiao City..."

While speaking, Miranda happened to turn her head to look this way, and Glover immediately looked away.

"I'm not used to her being here," the zombie shook his head, "No matter what His Highness and the officer said."

"You mean?"

"It's not convenient," Glover said in a muffled voice, "Whether it's in the same room to rest or go to the toilet, whether it's changing clothes or removing armor or bragging and farting together, it's very strange to have her around."

"Nonsense," D.D said with a smile, "You've never bragged and fucked with everyone—of course, I found out later that it's because your level of nasty jokes is too high..."

Glover glared at him, but continued:

"Also, the distribution of duties on the vanguard wing, I don't even know what to ask her to do, or who to partner with."

D.D bit the apple nonchalantly:

"But as you said, 'she has killed people', and that girl can single out the 'iron tower' and the 'tiankeng'..."

"It has nothing to do with that," Glover glared at him, "You know what I mean!"

Doyle tossed the apple and shrugged indifferently:

"Okay, so what? What do you expect me to do? Kill her secretly and destroy her body?"

Glover hesitated when he heard the words, and hesitated:

"D.D, you, you have a good relationship with His Highness, can you, can you..."

"Hey, why do you think I have a good relationship with His Highness?"

"You offended him, and he only confiscated your little puppet bear..."

"You! I'll say it again, that's very important to me, uh, from childhood, that, refreshment, no, sleep aid, no, town house to ward off evil spirits—that's far more than just a little puppet bear, okay?"

"In any case, can you tell His Highness, just say, just say, if there is a girl around, it will be very inconvenient to work, can you persuade him to transfer her..."

"Transfer to the command wing and give you an order?"

"Uh, this, Guard Doyle..."

"Did you know to change your name now? Hey, there is no way," D.D snorted coldly while chewing, "There are also maids and peasant women in Star Lake Castle, why didn't you complain about the 'very inconvenient' of Aunt Valencia?"

Glover frowned, and grabbed the apple:

"That's different!"

"What's different?" Doyle refused to show weakness, and reached out to snatch the apple back.

Glover snatched the apple into his hand again and took a bite:

"Nowhere is the same!"

D.D looked at the apple that fell into the other party's hand, and curled his lips unhappily: "Then you go to Mallos, he is the person in charge of the general dispatch of the guard."

"I, I've already looked for it."

"The results of it?"

"He, sir, said to me: 'Mind yourself'."

"What? Take care..." Taking advantage of Glover's embarrassment, Doyle snatched the apple back again, laughing loudly, "Hahahahaha——"

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind:

"Actually, you don't have to worry about your highness or your lord."

Doyle and Glover were taken aback, and Qiqi turned around and looked: under the luggage cart, Paul Bozdorf was leaning on the wheel, maintaining his bow and arrow in an orderly manner.

"Fuck, where did you come from?"

D.D shook his hand, and the apple rolled off the truck, and Paul reached out to catch it.

"I've been here, but you guys are too loud." Paul took a bite of the apple that fell from the sky, and unhurriedly wrapped the last strap on the bow arm. "And I think Miss Arund has normal hearing."

Doyle glanced in Miranda's direction and lowered his head resentfully.

"I understand your concerns, Glover Pioneer Officer," Paul took another bite, and then threw the apple back to D.D, "I suggest that you might as well explain everyone in this way: don't treat Ms. Arend as a colleague, but as a Treat her as His Royal Highness's distinguished guest, so things will be much easier."

Glover began to think, while Doyle looked at the bitten apple riddled with holes: "But she is not here to make a vase, the heiress of the North is a ruthless character, and she is also a powerful subordinate of the flower of the fortress. , I heard the big fool say..."

"In fact, her political effect here is greater than practical significance." Paul said lightly.

The three were silent for a while.

"Just like you, Master Bozdorf?"

Doyle narrowed his eyes: "By the way, did His Highness say that you will be a candidate for an attendant?"

Paul's face turned cold.

"Yes," he said softly, "like me."

Glover made a sound, interrupting the unpleasant conversation between the two:

"But she's a girl, it's different after all."

D.D shrugged:

"Isn't this just right? Who would want to see only stinky men coming to Star Lake Castle—Sister Valencia doesn't count."

"You're saying that it's really inappropriate for a girl to come in and out of His Highness's house frequently," Paul tightened the straps on his bow arm, "People will say that His Highness accepts Ms. Arend for the sake of saying What he saw was... that he was indulging in tenderness and beauty."

Doyle was silent for a while, and hummed strangely:

"Then the question arises, who are the 'people'?"

Paul paused:

"You know what I'm talking about, Doyle, even if you're a Doyle."

D.D took a bite of the apple and smiled: "First of all, I forgive your prejudice against our family. Secondly, do you think 'people' won't spread other words if His Highness doesn't do this? Believe me, it's better to make friends with powerful people. To connect places' and 'indulge in beauty' are more or less good words."

Paul put down his Xihuang bow and looked at Miranda in the distance.

"But this is not just His Highness's business. They will criticize Ms. Arend, saying that she came to His Highness's side to seduce... They will slander her, which is not good for her reputation."

"Then you are here, say this again for 'people'," D.D shrugged, "wouldn't it be more detrimental to her reputation?"

Paul sighed:

"I'm just worried about His Highness, and it's also for the girl's good."

"Brother Paul, rumors don't hurt people," Doyle threw away the apple stem, and looked at Miranda generously, "People do."

Miranda noticed something, and immediately swept her gaze like a sword blade.

Paul and Glover turned their heads, but Doyle opened his mouth wide, showing a mouthful of bright white teeth, and waved vigorously to Miranda.

Miranda froze for a moment, but she still frowned, and raised her chin at him in disgust in response.

"That's natural." Paul lowered his head and carefully packed the adjusted bow. "That is, if a girl falls into the crowd of men, I'm afraid the Star Lake Guard will be troubled from now on."

"Ha, is she troublesome, or are we troublesome?"

Paul frowned, and looked at Doyle a little differently:

"As far as I know, D.D, you're just a stupid idiot, right?"

D.D, who was picking out the second apple, was stunned and said unhappily:

"As far as I know, are you polite?"

"You two," Glover said suddenly, "are you going to fight?"

This silenced both of them.

"If it is, there are few people in the bushes over there." The zombie insisted.

Paul shook his head, he looked at Doyle, who was not to be outdone, for a long time, and smiled slightly:

"D.D, I'm wondering now, are you really stupid or fake?"

After Paul finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Doyle's reaction.

"Hey, how do you talk? I'm not stupid at all!"

Looking at the back of Paul going away, D.D whispered sarcastically: "Oh, majestic, a country bumpkin from the Western Wilderness."

Glover, on the other hand, was thoughtful:

"It's no accident, that Westland country bumpkin will be the Earl of Heroeshun Castle in the future, an imperial earl."

"Thank you, thank you for the unnecessary reminder!"

"So, D.D, are you really stupid?"

"Hey, why did you fail to learn from zombies..."

"Call me that one more time..."

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"Okay, I've been run over by your words. I can't kill you, and I can't spare you. Are you happy now?"

Beside the carriage, Thales waved to Mallos in the distance, indicating that there was no problem, and then unhappily handed over the handkerchief to the middle-aged wine merchant in front of him who was dripping with cold sweat and half of his wig had fallen off.

"Thank you, I, I'm really sorry, Your Highness," Dagoli leaned on the wheel with a look of panic, took the handkerchief but didn't dare to use it, "but, but I can't...I can't...I have no choice ..."

"Let's talk now, Wang—what the hell are you here for?" Thales refrained from saying the word "Kingdom Secret Science", and he warned, "Don't talk to me anymore' Wan Thousands of people earnestly look forward to it."

Wang Guomi Ke didn't tell this guy everything, at least he didn't explain to him that I already knew his identity, so there seems to be a reason.

not to mention……

[This action does not require you to be the protagonist. All you need to do is to be a third party in Emerald City, an unbiased weight in the center of the balance, listening, witnessing, and following the trend. That's all. 】

[The rest will be done by others. 】

others...

Thinking of his beloved father's earnest teachings, Thales couldn't help but snort secretly.

That being the case, it would be better for him to have one more thing than one less thing, so let's quietly watch the performance of the secret department.

According to past experience, it depends on when you smash the pot.

Especially the red-eyed jerk who got dumped by his girlfriend.

"Of course, Your Highness, of course..."

Dagori looked at Thales with watery eyes, as if he felt a thousand grievances.

"In fact, I am, I was originally a helper in a brewery, and later started my own business. In the bloody year, I lost all my money and had nowhere to go... Then, some investors appeared, and they gave me funds and support, but I swear, Your Highness, I was just confused for a moment, I really didn't know at that time..."

"Some investors?"

Dagoli's sad face is even uglier:

"For that, every now and then they need something in return, monetary or otherwise, small at first, nothing, but later, later..."

"Later, you became dependent and hard to break free. You got deeper and deeper and became a tool man of the Kevin Dill family," Thales continued for him. but run errands for them."

Hearing "Kevendil", Dagoli shuddered.

He was holding the prince's handkerchief, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, nervously observing the expression of the Duke of Xinghu:

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, Your Highness, let me ask for your forgiveness... I was forced to refuse at the beginning, I don't know... I was in a daze and owed a lot of debt, I can't help it, I really don't know if they are..."

but I know.

Thales looked at the cautious Dagoli with disinterest.

Not only that.

I also know who you are.

I know that you worked secretly for the Emerald City before.

And the secret department knows that I know.

I also know that you are secretly running errands for the secret department.

And they know I know.

Probably you don't know.

"I know," Thales sighed and had to comfort him, "Many times, we can't help ourselves."

Hearing "involuntary", Dagoli took a deep breath, bit his lower lip and nodded fiercely.

"Anyway," Dagoli re-opened in trepidation, "a few days ago, the Kevin Dill family, those people found me secretly, they said that I was brought from the central government, and I was also a wine merchant, with good reasons , the status is suitable, let me, force me to approach you..."

"You mean," Thales frowned, "Jane asked you to be a spy and find out about my every move?"

Hearing Zhan En's name, Dagoli trembled again, and hurriedly bowed his head, only holding up his handkerchief:

"I swear, Your Highness, I said no, I want to refuse, I still have a big family, all of them are human lives, but, but they are arrogant and cruel... And I, I lost my head before, and they are mine again Investor, I really have no other choice but... I'm guilty, I made a mistake, Your Highness, but I really..."

interesting.

Thales listened to his words and automatically ignored the other party's pleas.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because," Dagori showed a bit of hesitation and bitterness on his face, and after a few seconds, he tried to squeeze out a respectful and flattering smile, "Because Your Highness Thales is the blood of the kingdom! You are a member of the Canxing Royal Family The heir is the future king, witnessed by the setting sun, God-given..."

Thales raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.

The Emerald City, or rather, Jann Cavendeer wanted to find out what he was doing, so they sent their commercial informants or spies—in the name of booze.

That is to say, the Kingdom's Secret Division knew this long ago, so they approached Dagori in advance and took him to the interrogation room for "pretreatment"?

So the Secret Division had already focused on the Emerald City and Jann Cavendir at that time, and started to prepare?

And now...

"I have to say, Dagory Moss, I admire your frankness and boldness."

Or partly candid.

Pretend to be bold.

Thales stared firmly at the wine merchant in front of him.

Dagoli raised his head, and forced a smile after confirming that the Duke of Xinghu was not angry:

"Loyalty lies, everything is for the kingdom, this is my duty, and it should be. That is, please forgive me, Your Highness, I was confused at the time, made mistakes, and mistrusted investors..."

"I see, it's not your fault."

"But, but, Your Highness, Duke Jann..."

"It's business as usual." Thales crossed his arms and said softly.

Dagoli's eyes moved:

"Ah? What do you mean?"

Looking at the bustling Emerald City in the distance, Thales let out a breath.

"Let's put it this way, Dagoli, I don't know who you are, and I don't know who is behind you, but after the previous appearance, I think you are very interesting, which is true, so I have the right to keep you by my side , acting as a conversation partner and tour guide, introducing me to the customs of the Emerald City, and maybe taking me to the Emerald Festival?"

Dagori was taken aback.

"Of course," he reacted, "I am honored, I am honored, it is my duty."

"In this way, Dagory Moss, you have completed your task and approached me in an unexpected but very ingenious way according to Jann's instructions."

Thales stared sharply:

"So, you naturally have the opportunity to spy on information in my words and deeds and emotions."

Dagoli looked at the prince's appearance, and subconsciously trembled:

"In order to report that Duke Jane knows?"

Thales nodded:

"In return for Duke Jann to know—the part I want him to know."

To find an opportunity to pull him down from the throne.

What if this is the game Kingdom Secrets: Double Agent?

In other words, with the secret department, three sides?

So fucking corny.

"Of course, Your Highness, of course, there is a clever plan," Dagoli took Thales's words, with some bitterness in his words, "You really, um, are young and mature, and extremely intelligent."

Thales looked at Dagory Moss in front of him, feeling the reluctance in the other's eyes, and his eyes moved.

"You know," the prince said lightly, "if you don't want to, you don't have to."

Dagoli trembled upon hearing this.

"Your Highness..."

Thales suddenly realized that Dagory Moss, this small person, could be considered a success in the eyes of ordinary people, but between the Fuxing Palace and the Kongming Palace, in front of the Secret Division...

No, even in front of himself who is powerless and powerless, he is full of fear and can't help himself.

Thinking of this, Thales sighed:

"In this way, I'll find someone to beat you up and drive you out of the convoy. When you see Zhan En, tell me that you failed your mission and failed to approach me."

"Don't worry, you and your family will be fine, so I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said."

As for the plan arranged by Kingdom Secret Division on this poor guy...

To hell with it.

After so many years, isn't it enough to trick me?

Dagoli fell silent.

"No no no no, Your Highness."

But after only a few seconds, the vintner seemed to have figured it out.

Dagoli clenched his handkerchief tightly, shaking his head tremblingly:

"I understand, I understand, Your Highness, I am happy to dedicate myself to you, and I will do it!"

Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at him:

"Even if it might, um, be bad for your investors?"

"Unfavorable? Why did Your Highness say that?" Dagoli squeezed out a smile, "Didn't you benefit a lot?"

Thales was taken aback, then hummed softly.

How crafty.

"I gave you the handkerchief," the Duke of Xinghu shook his head in disdain, "you don't need to hold it anymore."

Just when Dagoli was thankful and preciously put away the handkerchief given by the Duke, there was a commotion among the crowd queuing to enter the city in the distance.

"I know they're here! Get out of the way, out of the way! Get out of my way!"

A figure rushed out of the crowd, his voice was full of anger:

"Shameless, vile coward! Where are you! Come out! Come out! Come out!"

"No, my lord, my lord, think twice!"

The people around him couldn't stop him, they could only watch him rush out of the crowd.

"There is a situation, Xinghu Guard, be alert." Mallos' command came out.

Thales was puzzled, but Dagori's face changed when he heard it.

The onlookers were in an uproar, and many people gathered around curiously.

I saw that figure drew out a long sword, and under the exclamation of the Emerald City guards, rushed towards the people of Star Lake Fort.

"Enemy attack!"

The well-trained Xinghu guards reacted very quickly, and the guards quickly formed a formation to defend the convoy. Wyatt and Rolf Qiqi approached Thales, but Miranda and Glover were still ahead of them.

"Oops, this is not good, Your Highness, can you..." Dagoli panicked.

"Steady, don't forget, we have a lot of experience." Facing the first round of welcome from Emerald City, Thales was very calm. He pushed away Huaiya who was about to hold him in his arms, and firmly refused. The "human shield formation" of the four big men headed by Glover ("If you guys 'protect' me like the last royal banquet, I swear, I will...do you have any puppet bears or something like that? something?").

He even stood on tiptoe, trying to see clearly the sword-wielding figure rushing over:

"Who is that?"

Dagoli on the side hesitated to speak:

"Uh, that's, that's the little count of the Pintor family. The family used to be quite rich, and I did business with them..."

Thales' expression changed.

It used to be quite wide.

Do business with them.

Thales suddenly remembered what happened when Raphael interrogated Dagoli in the interrogation room of the Secret Division.

Could it be...

"Dagoli, you won't, you won't owe them a large amount of money, causing them to go bankrupt, and then run away?" Thales asked in disbelief.

Then, the fire naturally came to me?

The wine merchant was in a hurry, and quickly waved his hands in denial.

"No, no, Your Highness, that's not the case, but, but I heard, just heard..."

At this moment, the figure holding the sword finally broke through the crowd, and was stopped a few feet in front of the Xinghu Fort by several Emerald City guards.

Only then did Thales see the person who came: it was a handsome noble young master not much older than Thales, wearing a gorgeous armor ("No wonder, it's only a few steps long, and after running for so long, my grandma faster than him." - D.D who picks his teeth after dinner), walks with a clang.

Dagoli's words continued:

"I heard that when Master Pintor was very young, his father tried to arrange a marriage for him, and the candidate is said to be..."

"Thals Canxing!"

Thales' complexion changed.

Everyone in Star Lake Fort was also shocked at the same time.

Is this coming for His Highness?

"Witness the setting sun, you barbarian who grew up on the milk of the Yankees and wolves! A dandy prince who bullies others by his name! A lecherous bandit who commits all kinds of crimes! Don't even think about marrying the honorable Miss Shiley!"

What?

Thales was dumbfounded.

The little Count Pintor, who was stopped, was furious, and roared in the direction he didn't know if he was right:

"It's a shame that your surname is Canxing! You are still a prince! If you are a man, don't hide behind your subordinates, come out! On behalf of the glory of the Pintor family, on behalf of the dignity of the Emerald City and the South Bank, I challenge you! We One-on-one duel—"

Boom.

With a muffled sound, Pintor fell to the ground.

The world quiets down.

It took a few seconds for the onlookers to react and exclaimed again and again.

Amidst countless astonished gazes, Danny Doyle of Mirror River, the shrewd first-class security officer of the royal guard, with his unsheathed long sword on his shoulder, shot from behind Pintor as if leisurely. Appear.

"Damn, don't you know..."

D.D held a sword in one hand, ate an apple leisurely in the other, and kicked the unconscious little count on the ground:

"I hate people who mention duels the most."

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