Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Anke Bailar!"

In the chaos, Thales' voice sounded clearly, resounding throughout the hall.

The Duke's words were obviously full of weight, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.

Anke's long sword stopped at Old Doyle's neck, leaving only the baron's extremely nervous panting.

Thales pushed away Mallos, who subconsciously stopped him, and stood out from the crowd, speaking on the seat second only to the king:

"Your words, your story, your experience, the entire Mindis Hall has heard."

He spoke harshly:

"Isn't that enough?"

Anke raised his head, facing the heir of the kingdom face to face for the first time without any interference or hindrance.

"So, my lord, do you want to use incomparably legitimate excuses to obstruct the justice you deserve like everyone else?"

"So your past, your reputation, including your opening speech just now, are all lies?"

Mallos and Vogel glanced at each other, only worries and scruples were exchanged.

Thales felt that at this moment, the eyes of the audience were focused on him without any concealment or scruple.

Whether it's the guardian dukes like Jann, Kuusd, and Val.

It is still Viscount Adrian and Lady Eleanor who are the seven attendants of the stars and the central dignitaries.

Or royalists and new nobles like Earl Godwin and Viscount Coney.

As well as all kinds of conscripts, officials, leaders, etc., distinguished guests from all walks of life and all walks of life.

Their eyes were like huge stones, pressing together on his vocal cords.

As if to cancel out all the respect and deference he received at the whole banquet.

Damn.

"I am not a judge and have no right to define justice."

Looking at the pair of eyes full of determination and death, Thales frowned:

"But what you have done today,

Shocking enough already. "

"But it's just blocking the way out."

Anke was breathing in a trance.

"Killing and killing may make people listen."

Thales glanced around and tried his best to stabilize his voice, which was still in the period of changing voice:

"But if the audience comes only for novelty, even listening is useless."

There was a buzz in the crowd.

"And willing to fall!"

Thales said loudly:

"Even if you can avoid the bitter fruit for a while, the end is bound to be bleak, and you regret it."

Anke turned his head and looked at Old Doyle who was trembling under his sword.

he laughed.

"Your Highness, just like the rumors, your words are sharp, and I can't argue with them."

"It's no wonder that you can protect the dignity and interests of the stars in the barbaric and dangerous Northland."

Anke stared sharply:

"But I didn't come here to listen to your lectures."

"What I came to seek was revenge."

"Then trust me, lay down your arms and wait for a fair ruling," Thales tried hard to maintain the majesty of the Duke of Star Lake:

"There is no point in resorting to lynching, it will hurt more lives."

He said seriously:

"Revenge without justice is tantamount to vile murder."

Vogel behind him was communicating with Mallos, but Thales didn't hear clearly.

Anke subconsciously looked back and forth, feeling a little lost amidst the discussions at the banquet.

Until he looked at the Duke again, and cast unwilling and questioning eyes on the latter.

"murder."

Anke stared at Thales, distracted for a moment.

"Murder? Justice?"

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling:

"No, Your Highness Thales, no."

"My father hugged his weapon tightly, hugged the guilt of his ancestors and blood, died on the hospital bed, in the land handed down from generation to generation, and I didn't even have time to bury him, so I had to travel thousands of miles. Today, I can stand in front of you."

He roared:

"That's murder!"

"Where is his justice?"

Under his sword, Baron Doyle interrupted tremblingly:

"I didn't do anything, your father died of illness..."

Anke turned his head sharply, scaring the baron's words back into his stomach:

"After you took everything from him!"

"Before you used the despicable means of the businessman," Anke said hoarsely.

"After driving him to nowhere!"

Thales reached down to stop Mallos from sending someone to pull him back to the team.

Anke roared:

"Everyone, open your eyes and see, this kind of trap and humiliation is no different from murder!"

The crowd exploded.

The discussion became more and more chaotic, but the focus of discussion was different.

Baron Doyle trembled, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he struggled hard to speak:

"Your father has no money, so I'll lend it out, and if he mortgages the land, I'll take it..."

dd was so nervous that he couldn't take his eyes off, watching his father defend himself under the restraint of Glover:

"Your people have no work to do and no food to eat, so I hire labor and pay them. What's wrong with that?"

"This is the most normal operation of the lords. You should open your eyes and see how many years it has been..."

Old Doyle closed his eyes, trying not to look at the sword that frightened him:

"The entire kingdom, from the center to the blade, regardless of the East China Sea or the south coast..."

"Where is it not like this?"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was uproarious.

Lord Godwin struggles to maintain order, but with little success.

Thales frowned fiercely.

And Anke, who was pinching the baron's life, was even more angry:

"Damn it, Xihuang is not!"

His roar shook the entire Mindis Hall:

"The Yatiao Town that gave birth to me and raised me, not to mention!"

The noise of the guests became louder and louder, and the guards had to work harder to separate the people who were getting closer.

Until the duke's seat in the distance, Gustave Nantrest opened his extremely sharp one-eyed.

"Neither is Yadi."

He looked at Val Arend, who was in shackles and was still pouring himself a drink under the strict protection of the royal guards. He was obviously in a good mood:

"And the North."

Duke One-Eyed Long sighed, and the words reached everyone's ears:

"In the past, the entire kingdom was not."

Canxing's seven attendants had different expressions, but Duke Zhann raised his brows with an amused expression.

Thales clenched his fists and glared at the igniting Yadi ruler.

But Gusd just looked at him from afar and shook his head slightly.

Thales was puzzled.

The guests' discussions gradually quieted down, leaving more indescribable solemnity and caution.

Encouraged, hope appeared in Anke's eyes again.

"That's right!"

Little Bailar clasped the baron's shoulders, and the blade reached to the top of his head:

"This trip and this move, don't all the gentlemen here feel the same way!"

Baron Doyle, who saw himself in trouble, had to shut up obediently.

"Damn it, he came prepared."

In the rear, Vogel looked at the changes in the expressions of the guests, and was furious:

"He turned this case into a confrontation between His Majesty and Xihuang, between the central government and the local government."

But Mallos just shook his head.

Thales knew that the situation could not be allowed to develop, and his reprimand resounded throughout the hall:

"Then prove it!"

"Anke Bailar, if you feel that you are doing the right thing, then prove it to me: you appear here for the justice of your father, not just for temporary pleasure and self-satisfaction."

Anke looked at Duke Xinghu again.

"Pleasure and satisfaction?"

The hostage take a deep breath:

"The reason why I came here is because I believe in you, Your Highness Thales."

Thales' heart moved, and he said cautiously:

"I?"

Anke showed a respectful look, knelt down on one knee, but kept his left hand on Baron Doyle's shoulder blade:

"In private, Your Highness."

"Your adoptive father, Lord Mann, was born in the Western Wilderness and has served His Majesty loyally for many years."

"My father even served as his classmate, and fought side by side in the desert war, with a deep friendship."

Thales caught his breath.

"And the Bailar family also went through life and death for you, and raised troops to open the way for your return home."

"You quelled the war in the Saber Sand Dunes, and your virtuous name spread all over the Western Wilderness, and it became a good talk for a while."

Anke's eyes were burning:

"Legendary Wings accompany you around, and the four-eyed skull presents you with a sword. It is a gift from thousands of soldiers from the Croma family. It is the prestigious Black Lion of Heroic Soul Castle. It is not far away, and it will lead the way for you."

Discussions from the guests rose again, and it was the first time for many people to hear such "first-hand" knowledge.

Thales remained expressionless, and only sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He just discovered that the weight of the sword presented by Falkenhauser is indeed unusual.

"Yu Gong, Your Highness."

"You left the country for six years and went north as a hostage, sacrificing yourself to protect the people."

"When you defend the dignity of the kingdom, none of the Yankees will dare to beat you."

Hearing these words, Thales felt very uncomfortable feeling the eyes of countless people going back and forth between him and Anke.

"You have experienced adventures and witnessed Exeter's most legendary succession of the throne."

"The Yankees see you as an enemy, but the Starmen see you as a hero."

Anke became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice became hoarse at the end:

"Your Highness, your glorious deeds in the Northland prove that you are a rare newcomer to the kingdom—you are the last blood of the great empire in this inherited kingdom."

"Everyone is looking forward to your return."

"including me."

"With my father."

As soon as this remark came out, the discussion started again.

But wise men keep silent and keep silent.

The only thing that was consistent was that everyone looked at Duke Xinghu.

Thales clenched his fists where no one could see.

In Exeter, in Dragon Clouds City, under the fence of others, people in the North looked at him with either hatred and hostility, or vigilance and disdain with complete etiquette. Dead Face Nicolai was the representative of the former, and Regent Lisbane was The manifestation of the latter, the officials of Longxiao City are even more unscrupulous.

That taste is not good.

In the past six years, Thales preferred to stay alone in the library, or in a corner of the Palace of Heroes, reading, sleeping, or even silently in a daze. Even Huai Ya was sent 20 meters away.

He had thought that would be bad enough.

but.

At this moment, when Thales was standing in the Mindis Hall, standing on his own land, facing his fellow countrymen, feeling the gazes of countless people mixed with expectations, admiration, caution and even inquiry...

"No."

Vogel faintly felt the seriousness of the problem, and said in a low voice:

"His Highness is the heir to the throne, belongs to the Canxing royal family, and is the representative of Fuxing Palace."

"But he is not His Majesty after all, not the king, not the official ruler of the kingdom."

Mallos nodded first, then shook his head:

"But he happens to be the master of Mindis Hall, the Duke of Xinghu who has the right to assist in state affairs."

"And he has just returned to China. He is famous, but also has no foundation and is easy to manipulate."

The vigilance in the watchman's eyes cannot be increased:

"That's why they came to him."

The deputy captain turned his head:

"them?"

Mallos didn't speak.

Listening to their private conversation, Thales became more dignified.

"Duke of Thales!"

Anke stared solemnly, and raised his voice:

"This person is under my sword, and his accomplices..."

He stretched out his dagger, forced the old baron who took the opportunity to take a few breaths just now, and said angrily:

"They violated the "Sacred Star Covenant" signed by 'Black Eye' John II 50 years after the end of the calendar, and set up a conspiracy to murder the hereditary nobles with the title of baron!"

Thales' eyebrows twitched!

"They have violated the "No Two Laws" established by the "Jackal" Sumer III in 340 years. Outside the orthodox monarch Bailar's family, they gave and received privately, and one minister has multiple masters!"

Facing hundreds of people, Anke said angrily:

"They ignored the "King's Tax Law" of the 'creditor' Elam III in 414, behind the back of the king and lords, concealed production, and evaded tax regulations!"

"Sacred Star Covenant Law", "No Second Law", "King Tax Law"...

Thales clenched his fists.

Damn, some of these decrees he only knew by name, and some Gilbert hadn't had time to teach them yet.

In the discussion of everyone, Vogel looked unhappy:

"The situation is clear, and we are really prepared."

He took a step forward and whispered behind Thales:

"Your Highness, no matter what he says, you must stand firm now and stay in line with His Majesty and the Fuxing Palace..."

But Mallos was expressionless and interrupted him:

"No."

Vogel looked back in surprise.

On the other side, Anke's voice continued to shake the hall:

"They violated the "General Rules for the Selection of Officials" issued by the 'virtuous king' Mindis III in 512, disrespected local customs, interfered with the town's self-government, and bribed the king's servants!"

He stared closely at the calm Duke of Xinghu:

"They disobeyed your grandfather, the 'Changzhi King' Eddie II's "Land Quantity Order" promulgated in 655, leased tenants in different places, privately transferred, and defiled the sacred fief!"

"They even blatantly despised the "Emergency Control Order" passed by your father for the desert war eleven years ago and is still in effect at the border, and illegally exported the strategic grain and goods of Xihuang out of the country and resold them to the desert and Exeter!"

Baron Doyle's complexion became more and more ugly, with an expression of disbelief.

"General Rules for Official Selection", "Land Quantity Order", "Emergency Control Order"...

Facing the increasingly noisy crowd, Thales felt bad.

This has far exceeded the knowledge he has crammed in these few months.

Behind the prince, Mallos' voice sounded softly.

"Doyle is the seven attendants of the Bright Stars under the seat of the Fuxing Palace, and Bailar is the local vassal of Falkenhaus."

"Doyle is a deep-rooted old aristocrat with a long history," the watchman said calmly, but his words were heavy:

"Bailar is a new nobleman who started from war, just over a hundred years old."

Vogel's eyes moved.

"Doyle used businessmen as a faction, resorted to new methods such as market contracts, annexed land, and changed ownership..." Mallos continued:

"And Bailar cited the "Land Quantity Order" and other royal decrees to defend himself, just to keep the old fiefdom and maintain the old legal system."

Vogel reacted, he looked at Mallos in disbelief.

Mallos looked back at him and nodded:

"Doyle is far away from the political center, and only tried to cling to the royal family after His Royal Highness Thales returned to China."

"As for Bailar, he boldly crossed the Duke of Xihuang and went straight to Eternal Star City, asking the Kingdom Central to rule on local affairs."

After the royal guards thought it over, Mallos sighed softly under Qi Qi's sudden change of expression:

"Can you imagine how many people, how many things, how many interests are involved here?"

"Who represents the central government and who represents the localities? Who is the new order and who is the old legal principle? Who is maintaining the king's government and who is subverting the kingdom?"

"Can anyone explain?"

Mallos looked at Anke who was standing in the middle of the hall, loudly counting the crimes of the enemy.

"It's not as simple as choosing one or the other."

"New and old, monarch and ministers, father and son, central and local governments, property and tax laws, governance methods, countless factors are all involved, and the entanglement is constant. It cannot be resolved by choosing sides."

Listening to what his captain of the bodyguard said, Thales felt his body become more and more stiff.

"Any choice and treatment have both advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to be perfect, just like flour and sand mixed together, you can't keep pure and single out one."

"This is much more typical politics than typical."

The watchman's face was once again covered with solemnity, and he was no longer calm.

"Those who set this trap, no matter who they are," Mallos said softly:

"They're all ruthless characters."

In the middle of the hall, amidst the chaos, Anke slowly got up and stood upright.

It seems that at this moment, he is the master of the entire hall.

"Everyone, their evil intentions are unforgivable to the gods, and their crimes are unforgivable. Their actions have shaken the rule of the throne and the foundation of the kingdom!"

The hostage-taker paused for a while, then turned to stare at Thales.

"But you are right, Your Highness."

Anke restrained the despair and defeat in his eyes, and replaced them with perseverance and determination.

"Don't worry, I won't commit murder at your banquet," Anke said as he withdrew his sword from the old baron's shoulders, letting the latter breathe a sigh of relief:

"That's not the family motto of the Bailar family."

Thales said solemnly:

"what are you doing then?"

"What else do you want?"

"I said it, Your Highness," Anke showed a smile that sees through the world:

"revenge."

"Or as you say, fairness."

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

Behind him, Mallos turned his head hastily:

"Has the person sent to the Fuxing Palace paid off? Where is Prime Minister Cullen? Where is Earl Casso? Or Lord Joke Man? Any adult in the imperial meeting? The current situation can only be decided by their endorsement..."

The guards looked at each other, only Vogel shook his head sullenly:

"Earl Caso left early, too drunk, and the Minister of Finance followed him, and the Prime Minister was the first one to slip away."

"Furthermore..."

Even if His Majesty is here...

Vogel shut his mouth and pressed the next sentence in his heart.

"I can't just listen to your one-sided words and make a hasty judgment here."

Thales spoke with difficulty, while maintaining the dignity of the royal family, the Duke was decent, and at the same time taking into account the emotions of the other party, hoping that he would not block his throat with a sword in a fit of anger:

"All I see is you..."

Anke raised his head abruptly, interrupting him.

"No need, Your Highness, no need."

His smile became bright and open-minded, like a lost traveler who found a way out in the desert:

"I know, I understand, you are in a high position, you have a lot of scruples, and you carry the hope of the entire kingdom. I cannot and will not force you to stand up for me, so that you are in a dilemma, and many parties are to blame."

Anke lowered his head and looked at the old baron who didn't dare to take a breath, showing hatred:

"But I also know that this person has a deep relationship, and his hands and eyes are open to the sky, but I am just a single sword, and I can't use it alone."

"Once you leave this hall, hope will be cut off," he said with a wry smile, his words filled with deep helplessness and clarity:

"When it comes to digging into the law, weighing interests, and playing political games, how can I beat these old and cunning people?"

Between the crowd's discussions and gazes, Thales gritted his teeth.

"Therefore, there is no need to trouble others, and there is no need to affect all parties, and there is no need to be in a dilemma, Your Highness."

Anke looked at the dagger in his hand, slightly lost in thought:

"It just needs to be simple, clear, straightforward, and end our grievances."

He raised his head and looked at Thales, his eyes full of longing:

"Just like you did."

Thales reached for the arm of the chair, but found nothing in surprise.

No.

But it was too late.

"Your Highness, I beg you. Please allow me, Anke Bailar from Yatiao Town."

Anke spoke harshly, and shouted violently:

"Allow me to follow in your footsteps, imitate your deeds, and reproduce your legend!"

His steps, his deeds, his legend...

Thales looked at Anke with a frenzied expression in disbelief.

No.

"Please let me awaken the ancient legal system of the empire era, follow the magnificent and heroic Ludor ancient customs, and then write your epic journey in the Exeter Kingdom..."

"Let me ask Doyle of Mirror River, this despicable villain, noble scum, who has a hatred for killing my father and taking away my family..."

At that moment, Thales' palms were cold.

Anke threw away the cumbersome coat, pointed at the dome with his sword, and the sound shook the beams and columns, causing the immortal lights to sway left and right:

"issue a challenge."

For a moment, there was no sound in the hall.

Anke's eyes were sharp, and he was more energetic than ever:

"Let us, here, in the re-opened Mindis Hall eighteen years later, complete a great and glorious, fair and just battle between nobles and nobles, between families and families..."

"A duel of life and death."

Taylor's heart was empty and his face was expressionless.

"What's the matter—" Before Vogel could ask the unbelievable question, the crowd's buzz suddenly exploded!

In a matter of seconds, the discussion reached its peak.

Surprise and dissatisfaction, intertwined, indistinguishable from each other:

"It's too exaggerated..."

"Savage Yankee customs? Are you kidding?"

"But I've heard it's a tradition that originated in the Empire..."

"So the rumors are true? Your Highness once challenged King Nuen?"

"As a witness, Your Highness witnessed King Nuen's revenge on a certain Grand Duke, it should be true..."

"What about King Nuen himself? Was it also King Charman who killed him in a duel? Has His Highness Thales also witnessed it?"

Among the crowd, Jorge from Elk City took advantage of his size to squeeze away two guests who were blocking him, raised his arms and roared fanatically, stirring up the atmosphere:

"Okay, duel! There's a kind of fucking! Long live the empire!"

Regardless of the dissatisfaction and glaring of the surrounding stars.

But the discussion among the guests never ceased for a moment: "I think it actually makes sense... Revenge has been successful and I have gained fame. I would have done the same if I had changed..."

"Are you kidding! Then you bastard seduced my daughter, can I also issue a duel to you, life and death revenge?"

"Why do you still remember this matter? Aren't we friends? Aren't the two families family friends? What can't be said..."

"Secret friends? How? Are you going to give me my daughter? Bah!"

"Hey, do you think I don't know that when my father passed away, you and my mother were in the study..."

"Shut up! Bastard! Come on, life and death duel!"

"Ah, no, this is too barbaric! She's just a lady, I can't stand it anymore. Baba, I'm going home first, and Shushu, you two Ge Ge, remember to tell me the result of the duel..."

"Good niece, at your age, you should pay more attention to your health. I will visit you someday..."

"Bastard! You are not allowed to say a word to my daughter!"

Even though the star nobles have always been known for their restraint and respect, the Mindis hall is still in chaos at this time.

The guards had to devote their energy to persuading and suppressing the guests who were noisy but still refused to leave while being vigilant against the hostage-takers.

"Your Highness, please witness for me with the whole kingdom."

Anke breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved, as if he had finally completed a difficult task:

"Witnessing bravery and blood is not the exclusive patent of Beidi people."

"Witnessing justice is at ease, and revenge is justified."

On the steps, Thales tried his best to adjust his breathing, suffering from a headache.

He only felt mentally exhausted and mentally exhausted.

The Duke's voice rang out with difficulty: "Your request is not in line with the tradition of the stars..."

"But there is your precedent!"

"So, Your Highness, this is not murder—as long as it is with your permission and approval and even witness, it is not."

Anke's voice seemed to come from the sky, full of hope and expectation:

"It was you who witnessed it with your own eyes in Exeter. It was you who set an example in front of the born king. It was the courage and qualifications you relied on to become famous. It was the means you used to maintain the safety of the kingdom of the dignity of the stars. It has been around since ancient times. It's justifiable—”

Anke gritted his teeth and said:

"Revenge of blood relatives!"

"As you said, if there is a second way, I don't want to commit the crime of murder. Your Highness, please don't make me do that."

Thales turned his head mechanically and looked at the old baron who was speechless.

"No, Your Highness!"

Behind him, dd desperately broke free from the shackles of Glover, knelt down beside Thales, and said in panic:

"My father, he's old, he can't..."

"If you think it's unfair," Anke said in a long voice, eagerly looking at dd, full of provocation:

"Then let another Doyle, the old silverfish's son, fight for his family and his name against me. He's a man of skill, and it'll be a fair and good fight."

He gritted his teeth coldly:

"Until birth and death."

Anke took a deep breath and raised his dagger:

"After that, if I am still alive, I will be bound and accept all the punishments I deserve."

"No objection."

Doyle was shocked and angry, staring at this opponent who had driven his father and his family to a dead end.

"Your Highness, I can..."

dd subconsciously reached for the weapon, but was held down firmly by Mallos and pushed back among his colleagues.

"We were wrong again. This assassination," said the watchman with a grim expression, "is indeed aimed at His Highness."

"In another way."

Vogel's eyebrows were heavy, and he stared at the spoiler of the banquet, thinking deeply.

The crowd's discussion grew louder.

Thales stood alone and powerless, bearing the eyes of everyone:

Some of the dukes' observation eyes were either waiting to see a good show, or they were speechless and thoughtful, or they didn't care;

There are also the gazes of Canxing's Seven Attendants, most of them are dignified and eagerly waiting for the prince's reaction, with anticipation and vigilance;

There are other people's eyes too.

But Thales is no longer in the mood to tell the difference.

At this moment, what came to his mind was the conversation he had with Ji Ni not long ago.

【so? Can they still eat me? 】

【No. 】

[But they will tear you apart. 】

[Even if I am the king's son, the heir to the kingdom? 】

Thales pressed his forehead.

[Yes. 】

【So they will be gentle and polite...】

[Tear you apart. 】

tear me apart...

Amidst the endless noise, the prince took a breath in a trance, closed his eyes and sighed.

"So, please witness our duel, Your Highness."

Anke regards death as home, but his heart is full of emotion:

"Just like what you experienced in Exeter as the Star Prince."

He was relieved and satisfied:

"After that, I have no regrets about what the outcome will be."

Anke Bailar, the person who disrupted Thales' return banquet by himself, took a deep breath, and his voice penetrated the crowd:

"Because I believe that you are the hope of this kingdom."

"If neither the present nor the past can be changed, but at least, in the future, you will definitely be better than your father..."

Anke's eyes were shining, and his voice was special, which was extremely clear in the endless discussions of the crowd:

"better."

At that moment, it seemed that the Mindis Hall was a well-trained performance team, and a certain conductor just made a gesture, which made the noisy discussions in the entire hall disappear.

Mallos closed his eyes deeply: Oops.

"I believe, as many people believe, that you would be better than him..."

Anke stepped forward, looked at everyone, and said loudly:

"The King of the Stars."

Thales tensed up!

In a matter of seconds, from duke to earl, from guest to guard.

No one dared to speak, no one even dared to breathe loudly.

Everyone fell into silence.

In the next second, the discussion started again.

But it has completely lost the previous arrogance and ease of watching a good show.

They became restrained, tense, and whispered like a heart-wrenching whisper.

palpitating.

And the gaze that had almost crushed Thales before, all retracted at this moment, and looked elsewhere in the hall, as if it was a sin to look at him more.

Thales took a deep breath and slowly sat down on the seat.

He didn't even look to see the Royal Guard behind him - he didn't have to guess how they reacted.

Discussions, gazes, emotions, they packed the Mindis Hall to the brim, leaving no gaps.

Only for the owner of this hall, there is a square inch of foothold.

Like a vacuum.

But Thales didn't feel relaxed at all.

On the contrary, in this inch of vacuum, he seemed to feel countless chains protruding from the void, from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, locking him tightly without leaving any gaps.

Getting heavier and heavier.

Tighter and tighter.

The deeper the lock, the deeper.

damn it.

Thales remained expressionless, maintaining an elegant sitting posture, with only his nails digging into his palms.

"Your Highness?"

Anke picked up the old baron with a painful face, eagerly looking forward to:

"duel?"

For a moment, Thales missed the hostage years in the Northland very much.

duel?

Decide your mother's fight.

In hindsight, those six years...

Even if it's the turbulent hearing day, even if it's the Hall of Heroes where the Yankees gather, even if it's the princes of Dragon Cloud City who are gnashing their teeth and wanting to tear Thales into pieces, even if the malicious King Nun VII and the aggressive Cha Man Rumba...

Also seemed so amiable, friendly and lovely.

"Your Highness," beside Thales, dd looked at his master in a panic, pleading in his tone:

"Prince Thales? Your Excellency the Duke? If... I am willing... I can win... I can take that son of a bitch..."

Thales sighed again.

yes.

you can win.

Then what?

Behind the distraught prince, in an extremely palpitating atmosphere, the royal guard moved.

"Tormund?"

Vogel, who had pondered for a long time, suddenly called Mallos by his name instead of his last name or position.

The watchman turned his head solemnly.

"That sniper squad of yours..."

I saw the deputy captain's face was ashen, he stared at Anke Bailar who looked forward to it, and said cautiously and with difficulty:

"still there?"

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