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This dinner was more than an hour earlier than usual.

The food in the hotel was always very delicately prepared. At this special time, the cook of the hotel almost used all her abilities to fill the stomachs of the soldiers who stood guard at the hotel no matter what.

Arthur was discussing with the State Adviser, the prince and others about precautions at night. They assumed that there would be a surprise attack at night. Williamson listed several possibilities for a surprise attack. During the debate, Moore led the people to bring food, piping hot and delicious. The thick soup and the fragrant delicacies temporarily pulled the thoughts of several people back from the predicament.

At least His Royal Highness tasted the food happily, and took Williamson to share the dinner. After the national teacher and Arthur determined all feasible defense methods, he also carefully picked up the spoon. He always had to be careful not to let the food get on the A big white beard.

Only Arthur was still sitting at the strategic table, looking at the sand table map with his brows furrowed, without saying a word.

Moore turned his eyes to look at him several times. He had already heard about Arthur's inexplicable anger at a recruit today. He was very worried, thinking that maybe it was because Arthur was under too much pressure recently, so he hesitated to leave Coming to Arthur, he asked him with concern: "Aren't you hungry already?"

Arthur didn't answer.

He didn't even move his eyes to Moore, but lowered his eyes to look at the sand table in front of him. When Moore spoke, he turned his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the hem of Moore's pattern intertwined and scattered.

Moore felt more and more that something was wrong with Arthur.

He reached out and touched Arthur's forehead tentatively.

Arthur's body temperature was normal, and he didn't look like he was sick. He didn't even respond to his tentative questioning at all. Maybe he was just too worried about his defense at night.

"You have to eat something." More patiently persuaded, "Although it is not a delicacy, I guarantee it is very delicious."

Arthur softly agreed, and turned to get the food on the plate. Moore breathed a sigh of relief. He happened to see the prince admiring the cook's skill aloud. He was speechless for a moment. huge.

No matter how delicacies are on the plate, Arthur just feels like chewing wax.

There were obviously flaws in the cooking process of the food, and for him at this moment, those innocuous problems were infinitely magnified, making all the food unpalatable to him.

He has forgotten when this change started, but he vaguely remembers that he never cared about the taste of food in the past. The Pope has warned the world countless times that indulging in pleasure is a harbinger of degeneration, but now, he Seems to be on a dark road to corruption.

He also stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and the temperature he tested was normally cooler, but he felt that the place where Moore's skin touched was faintly hot.

The seductive words that he longed for in his heart sounded again, and the whispers gradually magnified in his ears, and finally it sounded like thunder, buzzing and filling his whole brain. I wish the defense tonight a success, their lips squirmed, but their voices were lost in the roar of thunder.

Moore patted him, the terrifying sound subsided suddenly, and the world returned to normal in an instant. He found himself in a cold sweat, and his breathing was a little short. Everyone raised their cups in response to His Royal Highness's wish. Only He stared straight at the food on the plate without listening to a word.

Moore asked him in a low voice with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Arthur held his breath and replied in a low voice, "Nothing."

Moore frowned tightly, as if he didn't believe his answer so lightly.

He smiled at Moore, raised his glass as if nothing had happened, and said, "I'm just a little too tired."

The prince laughed loudly: "My dear commander, you don't have to worry too much. No matter what the result is, I believe everyone has done their best."

Moore admired His Highness the Prince's courage in the face of crisis. No one knew whether he was wise or foolish or really naive, but before such a crisis, it was a great thing to be able to maintain such an optimistic mood.

He glanced sideways at Arthur, Arthur was rubbing his temples, his face looked a little too pale, the unreliable prince obviously brought him great psychological pressure, Moore didn't know what to do How can he comfort him, so when everyone raised their glasses, he carefully touched the back of Arthur's hand, and when Arthur turned his head, he showed him an extremely bright smile.

Arthur was taken aback, frowned and pursed his lips, but the serious look lasted only for a short moment, and he couldn't help but smile.

The prince raised his glass.

"Gentlemen, drink this glass of wine." He said loudly, with a joyful tone, "Victory will be ours in the end."

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