Kingdom’s Bloodline

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Why? "

Raphael's complexion was not good, and he responded coldly.

"No reason," Thales stood in front of the portrait of "Lone Sail" Noah Almond, gritted his teeth and looked up:

"I want to see him."

Raphael shook his head:

"I do not think so……"

"I know he's here," Thales interrupted him, trying to adjust his thoughts while firmly insisting:

"After the banquet, he was escorted here directly."

In the corridor of the secret department, under the eyes of the intelligence chiefs of the past generations on the wall, Raphael stared fixedly at Thales.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do nothing."

Thales calmed down and made up his mind:

"But he's one of the messes I left behind."

"I must see him."

"immediately."

Seeing Thales' unwavering expression, Raphael had to frown:

"I can't decide, I need to ask the lord first, tomorrow..."

"You shirked in front of me for a day," Thales interrupted him mercilessly:

"For the sake of the past, you must be useful, right?"

Raphael pursed his lips.

But right now.

"If you really want to see him, His Highness Thales, it's not impossible."

Both of them turned their heads together.

The speaker was an acquaintance on crutches.

He stood reverently and humbly beneath the portrait of Sancho Doyle, "Baron Pale."

"Nob?"

Raphael looked at the person in surprise:

"What are you doing here?"

As the highest person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Division in Xihuang, Nobu didn't answer, but just looked at Thales quietly.

The prince glanced at Raphael and turned to Nob.

"You mean it, Nob?"

"Can you really take me to see him? Anke Bailar?"

Nobu nodded and bowed respectfully: "I have authority."

"plz follow me."

Thales exhaled and stepped forward.

"Wait a minute," Raphael pressed Thales' shoulder, with a gloomy expression:

"Nobu, it's none of your business."

"Stay out of my case."

Thales said dissatisfiedly:

"Hey……"

But Nobu nodded his cane, signaling the prince not to worry.

"Listen to me, Raphael."

Nobu said patiently:

"Anke Bailar is a nobleman in the Western Wilderness. In this case, I think my experience of lurking in the Western Wilderness for a long time can help..."

"I don't need it." Raphael refused.

But this time, Nobu did not back down.

"But my lord needs it."

The intelligence chief of Xihuang said lightly:

"In fact, he has assigned me the interrogation and investigation of Anke Bailar before he was handed over to the trial hall."

Raphael was stunned for a moment:

"when?"

"Just now," Nobu said calmly:

"And I think that letting His Highness meet him may help the case progress."

At that moment, Raphael frowned and looked at Nobu, while the latter looked back at the bone man calmly.

The two people from the secret department met their eyes in the air.

"Your Highness," Nobu gently gestured with his hand:

"let's go?"

Thales looked at Raphael and stepped forward decisively.

"honestly……"

Walking past the skeleton man, Thales glanced at Raphael unhappily, saying ironically:

"What do I want you for? Cohen Karabyan?"

Raphael stood where he was, his face seemed to have sunk into an ice cellar.

Nobu smiled slightly, turned and led the way:

"If you are worried, Rafael, welcome to accompany you."

He was friendly again, humble.

Raphael remained silent, expressionless.

The figures of the prince and Nobu gradually faded away.

The skeleton man looked coldly at the "Black Messenger" Mason Zoneveld on the opposite portrait. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and quickly followed.

Thales soon realized that the place he was going to was not simple.

They twisted and turned, and in an inconspicuous corner, they stepped on the stone ladder sunk into the ground.

Different from the coldness on the ground, the underground corridors of the secret department are heavily guarded and heavily locked. Just the sniffing police rudo dogs encountered several rounds. Even though Rafael and Nobu cleared the way, Thales still felt that Slow and difficult.

"Necessary security check," Nobu patiently explained while being checked by a guard:

"Especially if you're here, it's all the more important."

Thales forced a smile, stared at a rudo dog who was sniffing next to him, sobbing and backed away.

And when the guards opened a heavy iron gate, leading them into another damp and smelly corridor, countless disturbances came from the darkness on both sides:

"This is the point again—can you leave room for those who want to sleep! Why, the fortress is lost, the northern border is lost, and now even my diplomat's dignity is also lost!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness Midil! You, your legs and feet are healed? Great! I knew that those villains would not succeed in their treachery to usurp the throne... No, Your Highness, you must stop Your Majesty, he cannot marry that woman……"

"He came, with the ravings of the devil, he came, with the conspiracy of the gods, he came, with the cruelest fate in the world..."

"They must have been lurking for a long time. They secretly communicated with the rebels. They also want to instigate the Lord Duke, make him king, enter Eternal Star City, and change the dynasty! Everyone, yes, all of them must have colluded and murdered Duke! Xinghui, Xinghui, long live Xinghui, someone, someone must pay the price..."

"Damn bastard! I knew there was something wrong with that battle in the altar! Shit desert god altar conqueror! Shit!"

"Listen to me, it's Saoirse, Princess Saoirse, it must be her! She has relatives in Vine City, and the people there specialize in herbal medicine, and they know it best... and those profiteers from the Fenxiang Chamber of Commerce, They have always been dissatisfied with Prince Bank's policy, and they are colluding with the Blood Bottle Gang to stir up trouble..."

In the darkness, the figures in the cells on both sides could not be seen clearly, but the screams and crying were mixed together, making Thales uneasy.

"This is a special cell of the Secret Division. It's dark and complicated." Nobu turned a deaf ear, his expression unchanged:

"Please bear with me."

Thales coughed lightly: "These people..."

"I have been convicted by the trial hall long ago," Raphael took over the conversation:

"Should have been imprisoned for life in the Prison of Bones."

"However, some people have special identities, some still have some value, and some are not suitable for serving their sentences in places other than the Kingdom's Secret Division."

Nob sighed:

"In the Saber Camp, if Qianzi is not dead, he should also be escorted here at this moment."

Raphael glared at him:

"As you can see, many people are out of order-there are ghosts in their hearts, and naturally their will is weak."

Nob shook his head:

"They're just stuck in the past and can't get out of it."

Raphael looked at him more and more unkindly.

Dive into the past.

Thales' complexion was slightly gloomy, and what came to mind was the magical journey called Black Path in the mountainside of Dragon Clouds City.

Nob lamented:

"I still remember that Lord Hansen said to everyone: To forget is the greatest happiness."

Raphael snorted softly:

"Why don't I remember, when did he say that?"

Nobu twitched his lips:

"Thirty years ago."

thirty years.

Raphael was silent for a moment.

Thales couldn't help asking:

"Then how old are you this year?"

Amidst the endless howls, Nobu nodded respectfully:

"Forty-two."

Thales pouted and said nothing.

They crossed an iron gate again, shutting the howls behind them.

What appeared in front of me was a closed cell with iron doors and thick locks. There was only a small gate on each door to communicate with the outside world.

Thales was stopped here.

"I knew you would come," came a thick and faint voice from behind a cell, Thales seemed familiar:

"I just didn't expect it to be so soon."

The prince frowned and turned his head: a vicissitudes of face appeared at the gate.

"By the way, boy, the wine last night was really bad." This is a man with a sloppy face but a firm determination. He held the iron bar on the gate and stared at Thales:

"Hangover till now."

Raphael and Nobu looked at each other, Qi Qi hesitated to speak.

Thales was silent for a while, and then he hummed coldly:

"Certainly not as good as the wine here."

"Master Arend."

The prince moved on, leaving Val Arend behind.

Nob followed closely.

"As I said, he will be a big trouble," the guarded Duke of the North, who was in prison, silently watched Thales' figure:

"It's bigger than you, little wilderness."

Hearing this name, Raphael, who was the last one, stopped and looked at Val behind the iron gate with complicated eyes.

"Eat more vegetables in the future, Your Excellency the Duke."

Raphael stared at him for a while before slowly saying:

"Don't just drink."

After saying that, the skeleton man turned and left.

"Wait a minute."

Raphael turned around.

Val leaned his elbows against the iron gate, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly passed a folded letter out of the gate.

Raphael frowned.

"You know, she won't answer your letter."

Val's eyes dimmed.

"I know."

The Duke's eyes fell on Raphael's hands.

The latter subconsciously put his hands behind his back.

"But at least it will allow you to meet her, child." Val said in a daze.

Raphael looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed.

He walked to the gate, took the letter paper, and carefully put it away:

"All right."

Val smiled reluctantly.

"Thanks."

But in the next second, the desolate bone man's expression returned to indifference:

"But we only use ravens."

After saying that, Raphael violently pulled the gate.

Shut Val's face behind darkness.

Led by Nobu, Thales finally arrived at his destination: a spacious room.

"There is a little girl, beautiful and kind, with a bad fate, she has no mother for a long time..."

But before they stepped into the room, an ugly song came to their ears:

"An old pervert came to touch the bed when he was drunk. The girl turned her eyes and there was broth on the stove..."

The singing came from a man who sounded smug and interested.

"That's my subordinate," Nobu confessed to the prince in embarrassment:

"I asked him to step on the spot first."

Thales nodded, and they walked into the room amidst the man's humming.

It's dark, damp, and depressing here.

The first thing that comes into view are all kinds of horror equipment:

Execution racks, head crushers, stretching wheels, skinning beds, stabbing chairs, blood cradles... These are only parts that Thales recognized—when I was a child, there was a similar place in the Black Gold Casino next to Black Street— As for the ones he couldn't name, there were even more gadgets and bric-a-bracs on the many carts.

Thales' mood sank.

A figure of a fat man appeared in the center of the room, with his back to the door, his upper body bare, wearing an apron, gloves and a hood, humming a song and shaking his shoulders, while rhythmically arranging various tools on the cart.

"The tongs snagged the egg, twisted it hard, the pervert woke up and shouted, the girl smiled and turned: it's like roasting a skewer, making nine and a half circles, pressing the knife with the stick, stirring the tip of the knife in, peeling the skin and then opening the mouth to carve it. Little funnel..."

Anke Bailar, the key criminal who trespassed on the royal banquet, was lying motionless on the central couch with his eyes closed and naked.

He had obviously lost consciousness, his limbs were bound and his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and only a thin blood-stained blanket covered his lower body.

Thales looked at the blood stains on the recliner under him, and his heart tightened.

Maybe it was the sound insulation effect of the hood, the fat man humming didn't notice the movement behind him.

Holding a hammer in one hand and pliers in the other, he twisted his buttocks and threw away his waist, dancing wildly and ecstatically singing:

"The satyr cried, girl, don't make trouble. You had a good temper last night, but you're so violent tonight? The girl raised her face and smiled. You admit your mistake. I'm a cannibal. I don't eat much tonight. The broth tastes good when you cook it in the pot." ?”

In the bloody, terrifying, dark and sinister torture chamber, this fat man who was throwing his fat and dancing passionately was so vivid that Nobu had to cough embarrassingly:

"Gomez."

The fat man didn't seem to hear it, he continued to pouted his buttocks and swung his waist, and the hammer touched the buttocks facing the three of them seductively.

Nob had to turn up the volume:

"Gomez!"

With two clangs, both the hammer and the pliers fell to the ground.

The fat man froze in place, maintaining the posture of stroking his buttocks, and the song stopped.

The room fell silent.

The fat man named Gomez took off his hood tremblingly, turned around stumblingly, was the first to see Thales, and was startled:

"Wow!"

Gomez breathed a sigh of relief, he wiped off the sweat from his face after the hard dance, and said:

"Where did you come from, little kid? Do you know if it's wrong to be so scary..."

Nobu emerged from the darkness:

"Gomez."

"This is Your Highness Thales."

Gomez froze again.

After a few seconds.

"Ah, Nobu, you came early, you are well dressed today! My one is warming up, hehe, warming up," the fat man first begged for mercy, and his face changed when he realized what the other party said:

"Ah? You mean Hall, Hall, Your Highness?"

He stared at the expressionless Thales several times.

"Ahhh—His Royal Highness Thales!"

Gomez immediately put on a flattering face, tried to cover the heavy chest fat with the apron on his body, and was so excited that he spoke incoherently:

"I'm the one from Xihuang, that one, that one! Do you remember... that one!"

It's a pity that his appearance of being bare-chested and covered in sweat and blood halved the effect of his flattery.

Thales could only smile at him.

"Wake up the prisoner." Nobu felt ashamed and covered his face helplessly.

Gomez smiled obsequiously, said "Okay", turned around and picked up a pair of bloody pliers, and happily walked towards Anke on the recliner.

Thales' complexion changed.

"etc,"

Nobu stopped him in time, and glanced at Thales:

"Be friendly."

Gomez lowered his head, dropped the pliers, changed a bucket of cold water, and poured it on Anke.

"Ahem, Tina, ahem——"

Anke, who was on the recliner, was poured with cold water, and excitedly got up from the recliner, as if waking up from a nightmare.

"Tina...cough cough..."

He coughed out the water in his mouth in pain, turned around weakly, and didn't realize that he was still in a nightmare until he saw the bandages on his hands and feet.

"Didn't it be good to rest for a quarter of an hour..."

Anke weakly fell back on the recliner, dying:

"In the middle of the night, I'm not tired...you are...not tired..."

Thales looked at his bloody nails, bruised and bruised joints, and his eyes that were gradually losing consciousness, and felt that it was difficult to breathe.

"Hey buddy, wake up!"

Gomez slapped Anke's face vigorously, and opened his eyelids again:

"Someone is coming to see you!"

Thales sighed unspeakably, and walked in front of Bailar.

"Anke Bailar."

"it's me."

Anke's slack eyes were confused for a while, and then gradually focused.

"Your Highness?"

He lifted his upper body with difficulty and saw the boy in front of him clearly.

"Prince Thales?"

Anke's breathing accelerated, his chest rose and fell, and he squeezed out a weak smile:

"How are you doing today?"

He was trembling all over, and the slipped blanket was covered with blood, and he occasionally touched the wound, moaning and sweating in pain.

Thales held back his nausea, helped Anke pull up the blanket, and motioned for him to lie back.

"I want to talk to him alone." The prince said to the people behind him.

"Now."

Raphael and Nobu looked at each other.

Nobu gestured to Gomez with his eyes, and the latter reluctantly took out a West Wilderness military-style water bag.

"Open your mouth, buddy."

Gomez brought the water bag to Anke's mouth:

"This is the chaca wine that I specially blended. It is used for medical pain relief. It will make you feel better—damn it, don't drink too much, it's very expensive!"

With Gomez yelling with pain all over his face, Anke let go of the mouth of the bag, fell on the recliner, and laughed.

Raphael was about to say something, but Nobu patted him on the shoulder, and pulled Gomez with an aggrieved face.

The three left the execution room.

Thales and Anke were left alone.

"It's useless, Your Highness."

Anke, whose limbs were bound, turned his head with difficulty, speaking intermittently:

"This is the secret department. Once you leave, they will come again and force me to repeat what I told you."

Thales looked at the tortured Anke, trying not to look at the wound on his body.

"I know," the boy said with a block in his heart:

"I just wanted to make you feel at ease."

Anke stared at him quietly, showing a tired smile.

"You are a good man, Your Highness."

"However, you are as kind and generous as you, have you found a way not to be a pawn?"

Thales paused, his eyes slightly fluttering.

[Is there any difference between you and him? 】

At the royal banquet, the last words he said to Anke were vivid in his ears:

[I just, just understand... the other chess pieces. 】

this man...

He chose to trust me, so he let go of the sword.

And what can I do for him?

Thinking of his experience in the Ballard Room, Thales pursed his lips, but hesitated to speak.

"I understand."

Seeing the prince's expression, Anke gasped and understood something: "I'm sorry to make it difficult for you."

"Whether it was yesterday or now."

Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to put away his negative emotions.

"No, the case is still under trial, and there is still a turning point."

Anke leaned back in the chair, grinning in muffled grunts.

"Don't comfort me, Your Highness."

"The Bailar family has long been bankrupt, and the family is completely empty."

He smiled wryly:

"And I studied the laws of the kingdom before I came..."

"Assassinating the royal family with weapons is undoubtedly the death penalty, not to mention what I have done, sow discord between Xihuang and the royal family, alienate the Seven Attendants and the Fuxing Palace, alienate you and your majesty, and even involve the "Land Quantity Order", there are many unspeakable things under the table The secrets are so tricky and vexing."

"All stakeholders, will be happy to add insult to injury."

Anke stared straight at the ceiling, spreading his eyes in the dim light:

"I'm hopeless."

Thales got on his reclining chair, or torture chair, and gritted his teeth.

"uncertain."

The Duke of Xinghu remembered what the Black Prophet said just now, and forced himself to smile:

"I can think of a way to collide with the royal family."

"As for the others, I can 'communicate' with Baron Doyle and persuade him to be kind."

The prince tried his best to piece together the words he had thought of beautifully, at least not so pale:

"As long as the two parties agree, the debt between your families can be settled safely. As for the land dispute between Yatiao Town and Jinghe..."

"No, Your Highness."

Anke interrupted him.

The young Western Wilderness noble smiled wryly, looked at Thales gently but desperately, and shook his head weakly but decisively.

"We all understand that this is no longer a problem with Yatiao Town and Jinghe."

Thales' words froze, and he couldn't continue.

"Your Highness, do you know the current situation in Xihuang?"

Anke on the recliner looked at the prince silently, but his eyes were misty, as if looking from the other side of the Prison River:

"After the desert war, the Saber Dunes and the royal standing army are like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of Xihuang."

"They use the military control on the western front to restrict the selfish, xenophobic, conservative and divided princes of the Western Wilderness, which has become the best reason for the Fuxing Palace to implement the royal government in the Western Wilderness: "Land Quantity Order", "Border County Development Order", let The lords hated it so much that their teeth itched and they couldn’t do anything about it.”

Thales couldn't help frowning.

He thought of Enci Town, and remembered the plight of West Wilderness that the Earl of Wing Fort Dele Cromar told him on the way back from West Wilderness to Eternal Star City.

"Yeah, in order to save my father's mess and find the turning point of the family and the loopholes in the contract, I read all the official documents, government orders and approvals of Xihuang and the central government in the past ten years, and I almost memorized them backwards."

Anke blushed and smiled at him.

His breathing was much more even, there were fewer grunts and groans, and fewer pauses between sentences.

It appears that Gomez's booze is having an effect.

"But ten years have passed, and the cunning and realistic, passive and lazy princes of the Western Wilderness have found the most clumsy way to deal with it."

The most stupid response?

Thales was taken aback.

Anke's spirit improved slightly, he tried hard to think, and he was no longer depressed:

"While they are full of falsehoods and slanders, they have made the military control of the Saber Camp the norm. At the same time, they deliberately let the flames go up, making the lower middle and small nobles full of resentment."

"As time goes by, the king's order will be illegitimate unless the wartime control order is passed, and it will be difficult to implement the government order without the help of the kingdom's standing army. If it is not for the Legendary Wing himself, no one will respect the Fuxing Palace."

"And the conflicts in places like my family and Doyle are getting deeper and deeper and difficult to solve..."

Anke's eyes gradually converged, and he insisted on speaking out, as if realizing that this was the rest of his short life:

"On the contrary, this turned the front line of the desert into a talisman for the princes of the Western Wilderness—they want to get used to this knife slowly, assimilate this knife, and let it become the king's trick and constraint at the same time, just like my father dragged his face shamelessly. The huge debts are full of buttocks, but the creditors are helpless, hahaha..."

Hypocrisy and hypocrisy, fanning the flames, sneering...

Thales took a deep breath.

He remembered the "split Western Wilderness" that Gilbert told him.

However, Anke changed the subject:

"So this sharp knife stuck in Xihuang's heart exceeded the expectations of both parties and entered the most embarrassing tug-of-war."

Anke took a deep breath, cherishing the few moments of ignoring the pain that the drink brought him:

"People in the Western Wilderness are in pain: this sharp knife is pierced in the vitals. It has always been their most hated thorn in the flesh, but they still have to endure the pain, trying to assimilate it into their own limbs and amulets."

"Fuxing Palace is tired: the hand holding the knife costs a lot of money, but it is neither stabbed nor pulled out, and it is impossible to move forward or retreat: if you advance, you will cause chaos and the loss is not worth the loss, and if you retreat, all previous efforts will be wasted and meaningless."

Thales' eyes changed.

At that moment, he seemed to see a black and white chessboard:

At one end is the gorgeous and noble star stick in his father's hand, and at the other end is the unremarkable wooden crutch in Falkenhauser's hand.

"Both sides are waiting, and both are waiting, waiting for an opportunity."

"Maybe it's a foreign war, a crisis, or a big event. People in Xihuang are waiting for a turning point in the situation, and Fuxing Palace is waiting for a further opportunity."

Thales nodded, and wiped away the blood that covered Anke's sight:

"I know: such as my return to the country, such as the ownership of the Saber Camp, such as the invasion of the barren species and the bastards, the two sides have to deal with it back and forth, seeing each other."

"for example……"

Thales didn't continue, but looked at Anke quietly.

Anke smiled forcefully and nodded weakly:

"And I realized that the only possibility for the desperate Bailar family to save themselves is to seize this opportunity."

"Let my family's case come to the fore, and get on this carriage that has attracted much attention."

Thales lowered his head and sighed.

"So I have to die, preferably at a banquet, in a duel, like a hero, leaving a life-saving talisman for my family, keeping my property, land and title."

Anke straightened his upper body, regardless of the wound bursting.

His breathing became quicker, and his voice became sharper, as if returning to yesterday's flashes of swords and swords.

"until……"

"Until you..."

Anke stared blankly at the prince, helpless and dazed, with some pleadings that he didn't realize.

Thales shook his hand on the recliner slightly.

"so……"

Anke realized something, he lay back on the chair, and fell silent:

"No one can save me, Your Highness."

"Even you."

"you."

Thales was speechless.

He is right.

He can't save him.

He couldn't even confront his father in the Ballard room.

There was a moment of silence in the torture chamber.

"I'm sorry." Thales said with difficulty, only feeling that his tone was dry and meaningless.

"No."

Anke turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

His eyes were dark.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you for facing the injustices of others, the demands of desperation, and the suffering of others..."

"You didn't show indifference, turned around and waved your sleeves."

"Even if you could."

"Thank you for your kindness at the banquet."

kindness.

Thales couldn't help but think of what Jen En said:

[You have cut off this hope with your power: no matter whether the duel is won or lost, whether it is life or death, no matter whether you kill the prince or never reverse the case, his family will never be restored. 】

【You take advantage of his humanity to force him to give up the duel, and even force him to survive. If you are stingy, you will not even bestow the mercy of death. 】

【Now, who is the ruthless one? 】

The prince shuddered slightly.

Anke said blankly:

"Thank you for still being willing to come here and listen to my voice—or last words."

"Thank you for being tolerant, fair, kind and wise, just like the rumors."

Anke looked at the ceiling, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the beautiful scenery in his dream:

"It's not sunny here...but it's not so dark, is it?"

Thales couldn't stand listening, and slapped the cart next to him.

He took a deep breath and turned around:

"Anke, I promise you, about your father and the Doyle family..."

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Anke shook his head blankly.

"I know my father, Your Highness."

"He's just a bloody bastard, self-willed, extravagant, self-righteous and self-righteous."

His expression was disgusted and contemptuous.

Thales stared at him blankly:

"Anke..."

"Marrying him is the greatest misfortune of my mother's life, and marrying her is my father's greatest luck."

Anke snorted lightly.

"Yeah, in order to attract people's attention, my words at the banquet were endless and untrue: my father's fate was purely his own fault," he showed an apologetic smile to Thales:

"I know, I've always known."

"Even if it wasn't for Doyle's calculations that made him ruin his family property, he would have fallen into the hands of others, sooner or later."

"Nothing special to anyone."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Thales didn't speak, he just lowered his head and held Anke's hand, feeling his firmer grip, and continued to listen to his confession.

It's like being in the prison of bones.

Anke was in a daze, talking about his troubles like a child:

"In fact, since I was a child, my father's best thing is to whip his wife and children, like most fathers in Xihuang."

"To end the tower, Mr. Curadel said that I am very savvy, very sensitive to the enemy's attack, and very suitable for the rose line," Anke first scorned, and then laughed out loud:

"I can only answer him, this is due to the practice since childhood, and the origin of family education."

"Family education, family education, hahahaha..."

"Believe it or not," Thales whispered:

"Being good at being beaten is also my family background."

Anke glanced at him, and the two smiled at each other.

"Maybe we should know each other earlier, and we can exchange ideas..."

But the Xihuang youth's smile became more and more bitter, bitter, and heavy.

Thales listened quietly.

Like it was the last thing he could do.

Bailar let out a breath.

"I have never been close to my father, and I don't want to pay the bills for the mess left by his misconduct."

Anke shook his head, the entanglement in his eyes turned into relief:

"But none of us have a choice, do we?"

"Especially our origins."

Never been close to my father.

None of us have a choice.

Especially our origins.

At that moment, Thales, who was in a trance, felt the hand being held tightly by the other party, and the crime of prison river jumped slightly.

"Anke..." Enduring the pain, the prince gently patted the back of Anke's hand to relax him.

But Anke Bailar just stared blankly at the void:

"But my brothers and sisters, they are innocent, just like our mother."

"They shouldn't be dragged down by the shadow of their parents like me. They should go out of the Western Wilderness and go outside to see the world, just like I promised them."

An Ke came back to his senses silently, full of loss:

"But I can't see it."

Thales closed his eyes.

The shadow of my parents...

At that moment, he seemed to see the figure at the end of the long table in the Ballard room, and he seemed to see the throne at the end of the corridor in the chamber.

"They'll be fine."

The prince opened his eyes and tried his best to comfort the other party:

"Your brothers and sisters, I swear... I will do my best."

Anke looked at him and nodded with difficulty.

"It's impossible to expect Bailar to keep the title land and let them have enough food and clothing..."

Anke seemed to remember something, and tried his best to confess:

"But my mother, she deposited a sum of money in the Royal Bank during her lifetime, and the certificate is in the hands of our maid, Tina."

"After I die, that may be enough to raise my younger siblings until they reach adulthood—not necessarily. Before I came here, I really didn't expect the prices in the capital to be so expensive."

Anke smiled wryly.

"Just please help, don't let other people find out—especially my father's creditors, not only the Doyle family, especially after the land in Yatiao Town was taken back."

Thales exhaled and tried his best to calm down his voice, giving people confidence.

"I'll let someone take care of me," Thales said seriously:

"In West Wilderness, Duke Falkenhauser will sell my face, and Dele Cromar of Wing Castle is also my friend."

In fact, he didn't know if they were his friends or not.

But he had to say it.

must.

But in the next second, Thales' palm trembled.

He quickly looked at Anke, only to see that the other party was emotional and his chest heaved.

"Anke, don't get excited, keep your strength..."

It took Anke several seconds to recover.

"It's okay, Your Highness."

He was sweating profusely, trying to smile:

"Even if I'm a pawn, it's my choice."

Thales looked at him with mixed feelings.

But there was a move in his heart.

"Speaking of chess pieces," the prince said slowly:

"There's one more thing I can't figure out, Anke."

Anke turned his head slowly and looked at him suspiciously.

"Jane Kevin Dill, as the initiator of the conspiracy, he specifically told me yesterday," Thales said in a deep voice, trying not to let his emotions affect his judgment:

"Let me come to see you in the prison when I have time."

Anke's palm froze.

The Duke of Xinghu said solemnly:

"He also said: Your Majesty will be pleased."

"Why?"

"Why did he say that? Anke Bailar?"

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