Kingdom’s Bloodline

In the brightly lit hall, Thales was condescending, bearing countless astonished gazes, but only stared at the dazed Anke.

Wait for his reaction.

"you you?"

After a long while, Anke raised his head in disbelief.

Thales still stared at him coldly, with a calm posture but a compelling gaze.

Like a hunter after an arrow has left the string, he lowers his longbow confidently.

"Your Highness, proxy duel," Anke finally figured out what happened just now, his eyes were red and his breathing intensified:

"Me and... you?"

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"no no……"

The spoiler of the banquet poured grief and pain from his eyes, and hissed:

"No!"

In the hall, after the initial shock, everyone began to anxiously discuss the scene just now, but their voices became more restrained, and even the way they looked at Duke Xinghu changed.

Val Aarend, who was in shackles, had stopped drinking, and his eyes were fixed on the prince, with unknown meaning.

Jen En frowned, and kept turning back to ask his housekeeper.

The one-eyed dragon Kosd had a half-smile, and he had time to respond to the private inquiries of other guests.

Thales threw aside the scenes he glimpsed from the corner of his eye, and snorted coldly.

"why not?"

The young Duke walked down slowly, and the royal guard behind him wanted to keep up, but Mallos held him down with an unquestionable gesture.

"Is this not what you want?"

Thales stepped out of the enclosing team, slowly walked down the steps, and his voice was like a sharp knife:

"A duel with the second prince himself will shock the entire kingdom; everyone will hear about it, and it will also achieve your goal and seek justice - such a banquet dish..."

"Isn't it fragrant?"

Anke gritted his teeth, the dagger in his hand began to tremble, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

Unbelievable that he wasn't the only one.

D.D stood there blankly, watching Thales descending from the sky and coming slowly.

The evil spirit that never came back from Doyle's body gradually faded away, replaced by a bewildered ignorance.

"Your Highness, you don't need, I mean, you don't need to replace me, I can, can..."

Thales stopped in his tracks with an unhappy expression.

On the other side, the old Baron Doyle showed unbelievable joy after experiencing the double torment of sadness and astonishment. He reacted and winked at his son desperately.

But D.D obviously didn't notice his father's actions. He stared at the imposing Thales in a daze.

"You don't need it, you don't need it, I, the guard, protect you..."

Until Thales looked sideways slightly, the cold light swept away, and Doyle's words were sealed in his mouth.

"I didn't ask your opinion, Danny Doyle," Thales called out the full name of his personal guard impersonally:

"I order you: I will represent you in the duel."

Thales looked at the crowd with cold eyes:

"In the body of Canxing, order one of Canxing's seven servants."

"Do you... have any objections?"

D.D was stunned for a moment.

As soon as this remark came out, the guests standing in the front also all shivered, and they instantly became the focus of attention:

The young and promising Viscount Adrian let go of his wife and looked back at Thales seriously.

The aging Viscount Patterson opened his cloudy and dizzy eyes,

Push away the two nephews who were supporting him.

The graceful Mrs. Eleanor firmly held Luther Barney, who was playing with her head down, and remained silent.

Baron Stowe lowered his head slightly and glanced at the prince with a sneer on his face.

Lozano Glover clasped his arms tightly, as if taking root immediately, he remained motionless.

Thales' gaze passed like a knife's edge.

A second later, the five nobles moved one after another, or bowed their heads and pressed their chests, or bent their knees and raised their skirts, obedient and willing.

But no one reacted quite like Lord Doyle.

"No, Your Highness, no objection, no wow!"

Thales frowned.

I saw old Doyle rolling and crawling with a crying voice, which shocked everyone:

"With you here, as the Canxing Seven Attendants, the Doyle family of Jinghe, we swear to the death ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The old baron with a bruised nose and swollen face was about to say something, but his shrewd wife quickly covered the baron's mouth with her hands, and dragged him back into the crowd together with D.D.

Thales exhaled.

He turned around and continued pacing.

The crowd below, whether guards, servants or guests, instinctively made way for the prince.

Until Thales stepped into the arena, stepped onto the lowest ground, and stood at the same height as Anke who was all tensed up.

"As for you..."

But Thales didn't stop, but moved forward steadily, towards the center of the hall.

Anke raised his head in a daze, slightly surprised.

He realized that as long as the blade in his hand catches up with two steps, he can reach the prince.

The nearest D.D was the first to react, he put down his father and rushed forward, while exclaiming:

"Your Highness!"

The guards who followed Thales quietly down also noticed something was wrong, Mallos frowned and raised his voice:

"Your Highness, it's close enough!"

Lord Godwin panicked:

"Prince Thales! Your daughter's body..."

Beside Mallos, Vogel, who was blown out of breath by a series of accidents, directly ordered:

"Surround up! Protect Your Highness!"

In the hall, the stunned guards and the tense royal guards acted at the same time, and their footsteps were chaotic for a while, which startled the guests to exclaim.

Until Thales roared loudly, shocking everyone who lost his composure:

"Stop!"

He turned back and raised his arm, pointing directly at Doyle who rushed forward:

"Stand back!"

"You all stand back!"

The footsteps of the royal guard stopped in unison.

In the midst of everyone's attention, Thales turned his head back, ignoring Mallos' frown and Vogel's anxiety.

Look at Anke subconsciously raising his sword to defend himself.

"Since my guest has the guts to go to the meeting with a sword alone," Thales looked away from the opponent's dagger, focusing on Anke's eyes, and kept walking:

"Then I naturally have the courage to stand in front of him and look him in the eyes."

Anke shuddered.

"Calm down!"

In the chaos, Mallos ignored Vogel's angry protests ("Get him back!"):

"His Royal Highness has spoken!"

He held up his fists to defy all opinions, and signaled the royal guards to stay calm.

Seeing Mallos blatantly setting the tone, Vogel could only grit his teeth and shut up, glaring at the watchman's presumptuous behavior.

Finally, Thales stood in front of Anke, facing his anger and misery directly.

"Duke of Thales," Anke lowered his dagger, looking at the Duke resentfully:

"Why?"

Thales' face was as sinking as water, neither in a hurry nor impatient:

"Why?"

He snorted coldly:

"Anke Bailar."

"Do you think you can come to my territory majestically and do whatever you want? You think you have caught my vitals, hurt me with it, and threatened me?"

Anke clenched the sword in his hand.

His eyes kept lingering between Thales' chest and abdomen.

This made Vogel more nervous and kept urging Mallos to take action, but the latter remained unmoved.

Just like Thales, he also didn't care.

"I don't know who gave you this bad idea, but a duel?"

Thales chuckled, and glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally:

"Just because I came back from the north?"

Thales turned around slowly, turning his back to Anke, who was holding a sharp knife and was emotionally unstable, indifferently:

"You, and the people behind you, you don't know, I have been facing such dilemmas and problems all my life, struggling to survive between the last and most desperate choices."

Thales scanned the surrounding guests before turning around.

He looked at him speechless, as if hesitating whether to take the opportunity to strike Anke with his sword and kill the prince.

"Now, Anke, it doesn't matter who you are or who you belong to."

Thales spoke coldly, ignoring the opponent's blade, and continued to approach each other amidst the sound of everyone's breathing, until the distance between them was less than half an arm.

"It doesn't matter if it's for yourself or for others."

Thales said in a deep voice:

"Choose."

At such a close distance, Thales found that the other party was trembling, his breathing was chaotic, and his expression was cloudy.

He is out of shape.

Thales in Hell's Senses understood it with just a glance:

As far as the opponent's current situation is concerned, not to mention a duel, even the sword style may not be standard.

"choose?"

Anke finally couldn't hold back, and spoke angrily.

"Either kill you, or, or..."

His breath was so heavy that he could almost hit Thales' face:

"You didn't give me a choice at all, did you!"

Anke's eyes were red, his expression was ferocious, and the dagger in his hand was trembling.

It made the viewers worry, and they couldn't help but sweat for His Royal Highness—Mallos had to hold down Vogel who was gnashing his teeth, and the fists that restrained everyone never let go.

But Tels paused and said softly:

"wrong."

The prince's tone became serious:

"I gave."

"I give you not only choices, but also opportunities."

Thales looked at Anke's eyes rendered with despair and desolation, and tried his best to say sincerely:

"Best chance, another option."

"You know."

Taylor's voice unknowingly carried a trace of anxiety:

"You know!"

But Anke, who looked back at him, was unmoved. The other person's eyes changed from hot to cold, from light to dark, from resentment to loss, from pain to numbness.

Finally, Anke gently closed his eyes.

"Your Highness, can you do me a favor," Anke said quietly, his voice seemed to be immersed in dark tones:

"Kill me?"

The crowd of onlookers and the vigilant guards were all startled.

Thales' eyes darkened.

"certainly."

But the next moment, Thales' voice became cold again:

"But only in a duel—on terms we've agreed."

Anke was silent.

One second, two seconds...

Until the third second, Anke suddenly opened his eyes!

What moved at the same time was the blade in his hand, cutting through the air and causing the wind to sound.

Point at Thales!

In the next second, the crowd who were engrossed in it suddenly burst into exclamation!

"No!"

"Damn it!"

"Hurry up and protect Your Highness!"

"Killing again and again!"

The chaotic crowd either retreated or moved forward, temporarily blocking the line of sight, making the royal guards ready to rescue their hands tied!

"Damn it! Mallos! Your bad idea..."

Vogel pushed away a guest who was in the way, angrily:

"If the prince--you are finished!"

Mallos remained silent, but clenched his fists calmly, signaling his subordinates to maintain order.

Until a loud shout, more and more people came out from the center of the hall, from the center of chaos!

"In the name of Thales Canxing, I said it! Back off!"

"Fuck everyone!"

Thales' voice has never been so furious, even shaking the dome:

"I can handle it!"

The chaotic scene suddenly fell silent.

It took the guards a few seconds to reconstrain the crowd, and the royal guards rushed to the front, led by Mallos and Vogel, and surrounded the center of the hall tightly.

Only two people left with the center sticking to almost everything.

Seeing the scene in front of them clearly, many guests gasped:

Anke's blade stayed between the necks of the two, not moving forward or backward - his wrist holding the sword was being firmly grasped by Thales, unable to advance or retreat.

Thales and Anke looked at each other, one was calm, the other was desperate, trembling slightly in the tense wrestling.

Mallos frowned.

Vogel was frightened and angry, and was about to instruct his subordinates in charge of the flag wing to move forward:

"Damn it, hurry up—"

But Mallos spoke louder than he did:

"Steady!"

The watchman raised his fist again, making everyone stagnate:

"Your Highness's order cannot be violated!"

Vogel paused in his steps forward.

Mallos said coldly:

"His Royal Highness is processing."

"Do not disturb."

Vogel became angry for a moment and lowered his voice:

"Handling? You are his personal guard captain! In case something happens to him..."

This time, Mallos did not swallow his anger, but replied coldly:

"Then I'm also his personal guard captain."

He choked on the words of the deputy captain of the guard.

On the field, Thales carefully appeased the crime of the prison river pouring into his arms, blocking Anke's intentions while preventing the power of the end from turning into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Anke, don't do this."

Thales shook his head, with a warning look in his eyes:

"The Sentinel has not been brought yet, and our duel has not yet begun."

But Anke shook his head.

"Let go, let them kill me," Anke lowered his voice, his words were full of gloom:

"I have to die, I can't walk out alive like this."

Thales frowned.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the prison of bones.

Right in front of him, little Barney wiped the blade of the sword towards his own neck.

"Yes," Thales said firmly, pushing away the unpleasant memories:

"But it's just a choice he gave you."

He balanced the strength on his arm, not letting Anke move slightly, while staring into the other's eyes:

"The person who gave you this sword is not worth your life."

Anke seemed to be offended, his pupils shrank, showing anger:

"I'm not for him!"

Thales showed no sign of weakness:

"I know!"

The prince stared at the pair of eyes that went back and forth between anger and despair, and only hoped that the other party could understand what he meant:

"So I gave you a chance."

"Grab it!"

Thales' voice was a little anxious.

Anke was in a daze for a while.

His breathing slowed down, and his pupils refocused:

"Why……"

"Because I know you are not his pawn," Thales said firmly:

"I know what you really want."

Thales exerted force on his hand, bringing the distance between the two closer, and said in a volume that only they could hear:

"You didn't come here to seek revenge, nor did you come here for personal gain."

"Not for your father."

Anke was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't believe it.

"You, what are you..."

Thales said coldly:

"Because I believe we are the same people."

same person.

Anke's palm trembled slightly:

"What?"

"But the one who gave you the sword," Thales stared into his eyes:

"He's absolutely not."

Separated by a horizontal dagger, the two looked at each other, one persisted while the other was confused.

Anke's hesitation only stayed for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows:

"He gave me a sword, and you gave me a 'bet'."

Anke stared at Thales fiercely:

"You're all pushing me to take the next step you want."

"Is there any difference between you and him?"

Thales was silent for a while.

A second later, the strength in the prince's hand gradually weakened.

"He wants to be a chess player and win the game." Thales whispered.

Anke sneered sarcastically:

"And you want to lose?"

Thales slowly raised his head.

"No."

"I just, just understand..."

He was extremely tired and authentic:

"Other chess pieces."

Anke was taken aback for a moment.

"I said, we are the same kind of people."

Thales said with difficulty:

"Anke Bailar."

Anke loosened the strength in his hand, and the distance between the two returned to an arm's length.

But the dagger still lay in between.

The prince stared scorchingly at the opponent, tentatively touching the opponent's weapon:

"Now, let go and give me the sword."

Anke's eyes were confused, and he glanced around. It was the royal guards who were staring at each other like a tiger.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"I can not."

"Chess pieces can't," Thales pressed the opponent's sword hilt with his left hand, his eyes were firm: "You can."

"Anke Bailar, you can."

Anke lowered his head.

"If I let go," Bailar's eyes regained clarity, but then became distressed:

"what do I do?"

Facing this question, Thales was also silent for a while.

But he quickly looked up:

"I don't know, but I'll try my best."

Anke snorted, not knowing his emotions, half crying and laughing.

"I have already done my best."

"No, you didn't," Thales shook his head indisputably:

"You didn't see me."

"I."

He said firmly.

This time, Anke stared at him for a long time.

Under Thales' gaze, the other party's eyes went through a series of confusion, pain, torture, struggle, anger, and resentment.

In the end, it comes down to relief and silence.

In the next second, Thales felt a lightness in his hand.

In front of him, Anke's body was hanging forward.

"Boom!"

Hearing a muffled sound, under the gaze of countless eyes, Anke closed his eyes, knelt down beside Thales, and his whole body went limp.

Thales let out a sigh of relief, held the dagger in his hand flat, and turned around with complicated emotions.

"It seems that the duel did not take place."

He raised his voice and returned to the uncompromising Duke of Xinghu, forcing away the eyes of many onlookers who were sweeping like blades.

The Duke took a step forward and walked towards Mallos who had been clenching his fist.

Thales nodded, while feeling unspeakable, he forced himself to keep his tone as before: "The bet has not been completed."

"Pity.".

Under countless surprised gazes, Mallos waved his hand.

The royal guards, who had been prepared for a long time, swarmed up and roughly pressed Anke, who had given up resistance and had a numb face, firmly on the ground, tied up.