n a contemplative tone, "This is indeed a problem."

Under the gaze of the crowd in the hall, King Chapman curled his lips up to reveal a rarely seen smile.

He spoke with his sonorous voice again, "Prince Thales, what say you come to Black Sand City and become our guest?"

The vassals and envoys were all taken aback. Thales frowned deeply.

Saroma was the first to react to the situation. She cried out in surprise, "Your Majesty, what did you just say?!"

Lisban, Nazaire, and all the other people’s expressions changed. Under the numerous shocked or confused gazes, King Chapman smiled coldly.

He cast a glance at Ian, who had yet to react to the situation, and sneered in a derisive manner. "I meant to say that for the benefit of the City of Faraway Prayers in regards to the Alliance of Freedom, I will use the name of the king to receive Prince Thales, though it would be a very difficult task. I will also communicate with King Kessel."

Ian was stunned.

"The prince... to Black Sand Region?" he mumbled. But soon, once he thought things through, Ian jolted.

"No." He stood up in panic. His face was pale. "No! Prince Thales cannot go to Black Sand—"

"No need to be shy, Viscount Ian." Viscount Kentvida sniggered. "After all, it is just as His Majesty said, we are here to help."

King Chapman put on a strange expression, it was as though he was a cat who had caught the mouse. Chapman Lampard stared at Ian who had lost his composure. His eyes were filled with a terrifying, chilling glare, as he hissed his words,

"That is right. Since Kulgon Roknee is so passionate to the point of not forgetting about the vassals in Black Sand Region despite being situated at the border, then we must naturally return the favor."