Kingdom’s Bloodline

Seeing that the situation in the field took a turn for the worse, the hostage Baron Doyle shouted again and again in severe pain:

"Wait! We can actually talk again..."

But Anke, who had already been irritated, was obviously not in the mood to listen to the plea. He wrapped his arms around the old baron's neck, letting the latter's words choke in his throat.

"I've had enough of your family's viciousness and hypocrisy! Doyle!"

The hostage-taker spoke angrily:

"Whether male or female, old or young!"

Behind Thales, D.D, who was still hesitating, was about to burst into tears, his arms trembling.

Piloga had to catch up and help Glover hold him down.

As the captain, Mallos remained silent, only looking at the hostage-taker with cold eyes.

The old baron's breathing became obviously difficult, and his face quickly flushed red, causing the baroness to scream:

"Ah! You cold-blooded brat! The man who dares to touch me, I swear, I will put you..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Earl Godwin quickly gestured and asked several female relatives to hold down the baroness in a hurry, so as to pull her back into the crowd to prevent her from further irritating the captors.

Panic and worry spread, and the guests began to chatter again, thanks to the guards' efforts to maintain order.

"You! Son of Doyle!"

Anke was bearded and furious, pointing his sword at D.D on the steps:

"Stop hiding behind women!"

"Come down!"

Thales looked at the mad-looking Anke from a distance, feeling heavy.

That man, he was desperate.

Thales said silently.

hysteria.

Just for a duel.

But he is just a pawn: he exists to complete one small move in someone's chess game.

Thinking of this,

Thales felt even more sad.

The guards who separated the crowd from the assassins became tense, but Anke seemed to maintain his last sanity, and did not kill the killer, nor rashly drew his sword.

He just stared at D.D:

"Let's fix this! Like a man!"

"Son of a bitch—" Doyle was about to rush down subconsciously, but was stopped by Piloga and Glover who had been prepared:

"let me go!"

"At least, she has won some advantages, and people's perception has been shaken," Vogel ignored D.D's gaffe. He looked at the crowd around him and frowned:

"If we kill him now, maybe..."

"No," Mallos stared at Anke in the field and shook his head:

"Our audience isn't just in the hall, it's the whole kingdom, and they're as stupid as ever, caring only about the outcome."

"This chess game is still unsolved."

chess game.

Thales looked at the situation on the field that not only did not ease, but even worsened, exhausted and bitter.

In the distance, Zhan En, Gusd, Val and others were still watching the situation in the field silently, and had no intention of intervening.

Mrs. Eleanor, Lozano, Adrian, Patterson, Shi Tuo and other guests from the Canxing Seven Attendants family seemed to empathize. They locked their eyes on the prince tightly, expecting his reaction.

"So……"

Vogel frowned and leaned towards D.D.

"Have you figured it out yet, Doyle Vanguard?"

Vogel repeated what Mallos said in a low voice:

"She pawn."

Hearing the words of the deputy captain, Doyle trembled slightly, and his mood changed.

"Duel, and die."

Vogel said indifferently, like an emotionless machine.

Doyle's angry struggle subsided.

D.D stared blankly at the kidnapped father.

With the last hope in his arms, he turned to Thales and Mallos as if asking for help.

But the prince just pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

What can he do?

Tell D.D not to move, and Ren Anke kills his father?

Let D.D go to a duel, and then deliberately die under the opponent's sword?

What else can he do besides "shezu"?

Think fast, think fast!

Mallos on the side looked at the prince's throbbing brows and remained silent.

"Now, you are the only one who can save your father and break the deadlock," Vogel said coldly in Doyle's ear:

"Be enlightened early."

Doyle turned his head stiffly, with despair in his eyes.

"Duel, die..."

He stared at the direction of Anke and the old baron, but his eyes were in a trance, and he kept murmuring:

"Duel, die, duel, die, duel, die..."

Thales turned his head impatiently, forcing himself to concentrate and think of a way out.

Or, he just ignored it and ordered the guards to kill the hostage-taker in front of him once and for all, once and for all?

As for the aftermath, the aftermath...

Forget it, as long as we get through the unbearable hardships and pains at this moment, who cares about the torrential flood afterwards?

Let his father clean up the mess?

no, no...

Thales' mind was getting more and more confused.

Glover couldn't stand the look of his colleagues. He held Doyle's shoulder from behind and said solemnly:

"D.D, cheer up."

But Doyle shook off his hand subconsciously.

"As long as, as long as I die in the duel," D.D said in a trance:

"Father... can be saved? Can the problem be solved?"

Thales couldn't bear it more and more, but just as he was about to speak, Mallos suddenly said:

"not that simple."

All the guards looked at him.

I saw that the watchman's eyes still stayed on Anke with a distorted face:

"From just now, this Anke, his eyes have always regarded death as home, and it has never changed."

"I think he may have the same goal as you."

Mallos calmly concluded to Doyle:

"I also want to die in your hands in a duel."

Doyle's trance eyes suddenly moved.

Thales frowned and looked at Anke.

"Yes, that's the only way," Vogel said gloomily:

"In order to bring the greatest benefit."

Mallos nodded:

"Look, as their pawn, he is the same."

He looked at D.D with deep meaning.

"She pawn."

The watchman glanced at Thales again.

"General."

Thales closed his eyes.

She pawns.

General.

Whose pawn do you want?

Whose army will you general?

Doyle was still breathing ecstatically, muttering to himself from time to time.

But Anke was getting impatient.

"Answer me! Doyle's son! Have the guts to fight me fairly?"

The captor's anger and the old baron's painful cries further stimulated the nerves of the crowd, causing an exclamation and uproar:

"Or I could start with the limbs of this old silverfish!"

"See how much blood he can bleed!"

Watching Anke move the blade to the baron's wrist, Thales' heart tightened.

Oops.

"Okay," Vogel snorted to Mallos dissatisfiedly as D.D fell into panic-like confusion:

"If you don't want to get your hands dirty, Watcher, I'll do it."

He turned to his subordinates:

"Assemble the wings of the flag, choose four people, and ask for the best sniper..."

But the next moment, a high-pitched and resonant voice interrupted them all.

"Duke of Thales!"

There was a sudden silence in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at the speaker.

It's Doyle.

It was not Anke who shouted out the Duke's name, but D.D.

He raised his head slowly, no confusion in his eyes.

But there is an extra layer of darkness.

"Please order, Your Excellency the Duke!"

Doyle spoke loudly so that everyone could hear clearly.

But in his voice, there was a bitterness that Thales could hear:

"I, the son of Baron Mirror River, Danny Doyle!"

Under the gaze of the entire hall, D.D took a step forward and gritted his teeth:

"For the sake of my father and family, I am willing to follow the ancient customs of the empire. Under the witness of the Duke of Thales and you, I am willing to respond to his challenge, and this despicable person..."

"It's a fight to the death!"

Thales looked at his bodyguard in disbelief, and then turned to Mallos.

But the latter seemed to have expected it long ago and responded indifferently.

Doyle stared at Anke, who was full of provocation and longing, and tried not to look at his stunned father.

"I would like to defend our dignity and our reputation."

D.D spoke mechanically, as if his mouth wasn't his:

"As long as...let my father go."

After saying these few words, Doyle, who was covered in cold sweat, swayed as if he was discouraged.

Until Glover held him firmly.

The guests were silent at first, and then a small commotion broke out.

Disputes once again flooded the hall.

"very good!"

"There are still men in the Doyle family."

Anke, who received the response, looked at Doyle who was lost in his soul, and showed a few smiles, but Thales couldn't feel happy or satisfied from it.

Only a different kind of desolation.

Thales gritted his teeth:

"Doyle..."

Vice Captain Vogel pursed his lips and looked at D.D with complicated eyes.

Mallos also remained silent, but his expression was much calmer.

"No, no, no!"

In the hall, the old baron who was held hostage by Anke could no longer care about his pain and embarrassment. He shouted angrily:

"Stinky boy, you... what stupid things are you doing!"

D.D came back to his senses, glanced at his father, and squeezed out a weak smile.

The old baron looked at his wife in horror:

"Honey, stop him, stop him!"

But the baroness was also frightened. She looked around hastily, but could only find sympathy.

"Your Highness? Anyone? Anyone?"

The old baron was so anxious that he burst into tears:

"Anyone! Stop him and stun this damn bastard! Doyle must be punished, thank you!"

"Half, no, forty percent of my income this year will be given to him! Forty percent? Well, then half! Sixty percent? Seventy percent?"

The baron's cry echoed among the pillars, but there was no answer except for the flickering firelight.

Desolate and helpless.

Watching this scene, Thales felt even more uncomfortable, indescribable.

But he couldn't reveal it.

He must maintain the most elegant, the most detached, the most noble posture.

Because he is the second prince.

It's the Duke of Xinghu.

Under the radiance of countless gazes, D.D took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and strode forward.

"Bailar! I have promised you!"

Doyle yelled at Anke:

"Now, let go of my father, I'll play with you!"

"Let's settle our grievances!"

Anke smiled.

He did not let go of the old baron, but turned to Thales.

"Duke of Thales, Your Highness?"

"The initiator of the duel and the receiver are both present, and there are only noble witnesses."

Anke's eyes were mixed with desire and expectation, despair and madness.

Doyle also turned around and looked at Thales with rare gray eyes.

The old baron stared at him, shaking his head frantically, his eyes full of pleading.

The members of the royal guard looked at him with low-key and restrained expressions, without distinguishing appeals.

"Your Highness."

Vogel quietly stood beside him:

"This is the righteousness that should be, and the evil that is necessary."

Mallos also sighed:

"When it's time to break, you should give up the pawn."

Thales clenched his fist.

She pawns.

Fucking Shezu again.

pawn.

The guests in the hall looked at him covetously and aggressively, full of various emotions.

At this moment, countless eyes focused on the prince aggressively, waiting for his response.

Zhan En's eyes were full of amusement, Gusd's expression was chilling like an autumn wind, and Val was staring at Thales at this moment, unable to discern emotion.

Canxing's seven servants stared at him intently, as if the prince's next decision was an irrefutable oracle.

No one knew that at this moment, what the expressionless Thales wanted to do the most was to sit in a chair, lower his head, close his eyes, and ignore any gazes and voices.

Leave troublesome matters to subordinates to deal with.

In this way, he may be able to use the inviolable majesty of the royal family to muddle through the moment when he was overwhelmed and at a loss.

But he can't.

Because he is the second prince.

he can not.

He is the Duke of Star Lake.

"Your Highness, announce it."

D.D's words were rather feeble, like a terminally ill patient whose hopes have been shattered.

"Let it come, the sooner the better."

"Save you from worrying."

Thales was expressionless, bitter in his heart.

All right.

The sooner the better.

Save yourself the trouble.

Finally, after a few seconds (in Thales's view, it seemed to be a lifetime), the Duke of Xinghu maintained the most upright and noble posture, slowly got up, and raised his voice:

"Anke Bailar."

The moment the voice sounded, everyone in the hall, from courtiers to bureaucrats, from nobles to businessmen, listened carefully to the words of the returned prince, showing—at least on the surface—the same respect and obedience.

"In the name of the Duke of Xinghu, the second prince of the Star Kingdom, Thales Canxing."

The duke's voice was so low that one couldn't help but feel awe, but only those who had been with Thales for a long time would realize that at this moment, the prince's voice was much hoarse and darker than usual.

Much more exhausted.

"Following the long-standing imperial tradition, I hereby allow you to avenge your blood relatives, to another noble, to Danny Doyle's life-and-death duel."

D.D lowered his head and let out a long breath.

Thales' complexion was gloomy, and he looked at the long-awaited Anke with deep gloom:

"And I'll see it come to fruition."

"Guarantee its fairness and justice."

"Is it enough?"

The Duke's words had fallen, and there was no sound in the hall.

Until a few seconds later, An Ke's equally tired voice sounded:

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he seemed to be freed from the shackles, and pushed the old baron away.

Baron Doyle fell to the ground, but did not leave. He just collapsed on the spot, sobbing softly, panting in pain.

The guards stepped forward and escorted the baron away.

Several people were hesitant to take the opportunity to attack the captors, but Earl Godwin sighed and shook his head, indicating that they didn't have to.

"Believe it or not, Your Highness."

Anke smiled bitterly and said:

"You and this Doyle brat, you are the only ones out of hundreds of people I have met in the past few months who are willing to respond to my request."

If you don't shock the world, no one will listen.

Thinking of his words, Thales couldn't help feeling sad.

"Regardless of life or death, Thales Canxing, His Royal Highness, Your Excellency the Duke."

Anke took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee sincerely, clasped the hilt of his sword to his chest, and bowed his head deeply:

"I will always remember..."

"Your grace."

Thales sat down weakly and closed his eyes.

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