Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 203: revenge

Centuries ago, "Southerner" Hyman Shinsing entered the city alone at the most dangerous moment, fell in love with Miss Regina at first sight in the election, and finally saved the kingdom from civil war, the tradition of the election. This is reserved.

And at this moment five hundred years later—sitting in the stands, looking at the cheering spectators in the stands, watching the heavily guarded guards off the field, and the contestants gearing up in the field, Thales couldn’t help but think— -The other Prince Shining Star, surrounded by countless guards and servants, came to another election meeting.

I just don't know the general election that year. When "Southerner" Heyman changed his name and changed his name and mixed into the venue, facing the fierce army of horses, he was gearing up to gather the generals to fight against the heroes of the South Bank of the Royal Family of Bright Star. What was his reaction? Woolen cloth?

A big event is imminent, and the soldiers are fierce and dangerous. Does he take it easy, or is he gritted his teeth and insists on forbearance, is he casually chatting and laughing, or is he fighting to face the difficulties?

Thinking of this, Thales sighed deeply: Anyway, he won't be like him, confused and full of melancholy, but he has to force a smile and pretend to be calm.

And Heyman isn't alone.

Prince Heyman five hundred years ago had at least the powerful "Eight Fingers" king as his backing, at least the eldest son of the duke who had a clear love and hatred, and at least the wise Miss Regina who gave advice. The Duke of Cork facing him is also a steady and steady old minister - at least in the story.

But what about him, the backing he has, the allies he relies on, the opponents he faces...

"Your head of security has just been killed, Your Royal Highness," Jenn's voice came from the seat to his right, calm but shrewd, "and you are under suspicion and deep in rumors, if I were you, I would keep a low profile Some points, such as accepting the protection of the captain of Seychelles, escorting you to a separate stand with heavy troops, and attending the election with caution..."

"Protection? Escort?" Thales looked at the workers who were preparing hard in the arena. "You mean, semi-mandatory kidnapping and house arrest?"

But Jenn ignored him: "...rather than turn around and get involved with my sister and squeeze into the Duke's stand conspicuously."

"Do it? Do it together?" Xilai's head popped out of Zhan's right hand, staring at his brother angrily.

Jane turned his head and glared at his sister, more serious than ever.

"The Seychelles knight is hungry for status, but he's not the kind of person who will bow down to the powerful and let you go at a critical moment - especially in front of outsiders, so what's his weakness? Power? Rich? Wife and children? Or dance for him?"

Tales was about to bring his own teacup when he heard the words and paused.

"Easier," Xilai snorted lightly, without being sarcastic, "Duizi."

Jane turned his head with Xilai's gaze and turned to the guards under the stands: The Star Lake Guards and the Emeralds were led by Hugo and Seychelles respectively. Sitting in the middle, staring at the tent prepared for the contestants in the arena, with complicated eyes.

"Is that the knight of Cassien? I understand, if you start your hand, Seychelles won't be able to defeat him in front of his subordinates, which will not be good for his prestige, so he simply takes the opportunity to go down the hill... ...but how did you convince Cassien to come out?"...

Jane frowned, waved to the audience diagonally opposite, and welcomed another round of applause:

"Could it be that you are also threatening him, if you don't leave the mountain, you will dance in public?"

Tales held up the teacup and sighed.

Why do you care so much about this guy?

"Look at the sunset, brother, in one sentence: yes or no?"

Xilai raised her eyebrows, she took Zhan's arm and smiled sweetly, but the words that leaked from the gap between her teeth made people frown:

"Don't force the old lady to dance now!"

Jane's face changed slightly.

"Shameless..." The Duke tried his best to maintain a normal facial expression, but just as he was about to open his mouth to refute, he was interrupted by the surging cheers inside and outside the arena.

The selection will begin.

The Kevin Dill brothers and sisters restrained their expressions, gave each other a bad look, and sat upright.

Tales breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's been a while, everyone!"

The host of the election is a well-known banquet emcee who has studied minstrel at Longkiss College. He is standing on a specially designed host, holding a special speaker:

"Remember, seventy years ago, when Ellenbia's 'White Devil' Rake swung his axe and split his horse in half, the earth trembled as solid as the earth! Fifty years ago, when The 'Xiaonu' Mossago of the great desert and the 'Red Ghost' of Su Ye fought fiercely until the moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east. If time is patient, you will not be willing to bow your head! Thirty years ago, when the 'servant' of the Principality of Sera, Murat In order to kill the injured knight master with one enemy and three blood, even the most hard-hearted audience will cry! Twenty years ago, when the 'Sword of Shuoguang' Prince Horace won ten battles and ten victories, he was unstoppable. The whole Emerald City is madly cheering!"

According to convention, the venue for the election will be located in a wide open space in the new suburbs - the terrain here is sunken, the outside is high and the inside is low, especially suitable for large-scale performances and group activities. On Boxing Day, it is often booked as a theater for stage plays, or even a mission and mission field for the Sunset Faith. Before and after the Emerald Celebration, the place was cleaned up by the Emerald Corps early, and then the police officers pulled up the cordon. The workers and craftsmen rushed to work day and night, erected fences, erected shelves, pulled up tents, set up passages, and laid carpets. Put away the stands, seats and even all kinds of temporary stands of three or four storeys, and sort out a large-scale ring arena.

The inner perimeter of the arena consists of different stands and preparation tents for the contestants, which are separated by curtains, parasols and fences and even manpower, although the stands can look at each other and even talk loudly, although Businessmen, priests, officials, nobles and other people warmly greeted each other across the air. Although the servants in charge of logistics kept talking back and forth between the stands, the sergeants across the aisle and the guards guarding the curtains, including the servants, sent messages. The family crest or certificate that is displayed at times emphasizes the rank order here, which is clear and distinct and should not be confused.

"And all these classic scenes in memory, happened in our annual, proud event, in the most **** moment, the most thrilling day, the most exciting occasion, of course, It's also a good opportunity to empty your wallet or earn some blood..."...

The host's voice with the unique splendid accent and exaggerated drag of the Emerald City is amplified by the ring layout of the arena and echoes in the slightly empty arena:

"A full five hundred and fifty years of glorious history - the Iris election!"

The guests in the major stands applauded politely, and many people cheered enthusiastically, but the whole arena still looked sparse and empty, and it was the most remote stand, including people who couldn't enter outside the fence. The mountains and the tsunami shook the whole city, and even some guys who had drunk too much wanted to light fireworks to add to the fun, but they were stopped in time by the conscientious vigilantes.

Excluding the townspeople who were on the outside (including those who climbed on the roof or big trees), this arena was originally capable of holding thousands of spectators, even if not comparable to the 100,000 people in ancient empire legends. The miracle building "Komora Arena", which is only placed in a corner of the Emerald City, is quite impressive. However, due to the sudden murder of a security officer this morning, this election will strictly limit the number of people entering the venue for security reasons, and only open less than 30% of the quota. The security of the officials is also extremely tight, and it is strictly forbidden to impersonate and smuggle through the border.

But things are rare, and the more so, the more people flock to them—nothing is more proof than overcoming all odds to get a ticket to the election (not available to non-high-ranking officials, dignitaries, wealthy businessmen, and tycoons) one's status. It is said that as soon as the news of the limited capacity came out, in just a few hours, the price of a station ticket that was at the farthest position in the election meeting and could only be seen at the entrance and exit was smashed to an outrageous ten gold coins.

("It's all coming..."——a guest from the Far East who laughed and gave money to Kang and then silently bowed his head to feel wronged and distressed)

The spectators who didn't have the chance to enter don't have to be disappointed, because the outside of the arena is even more lively: the fence is crowded with people, there are street vendors shouting and selling, sneaky ticket sellers, gamblers opening on the outside, and There are restaurant owners who are busy selling wine and food, street performers for money, preachers sent by the church at the moment, and people discussing which fighters sponsored by business groups can advance to the top eight. What kind of rare beasts did the ocean-going fleet bring back, and what rewards would the duke and prince give? There was a lot of noise and bustling, as if what happened outside the arena at the moment was the real emerald celebration.

Compared with the atmosphere outside, the situation inside the fence is slightly strange: the soldiers and guards at the exit and aisle are solemn and repressed, waiting in full array, vigilant for every guest who arrives, including their servants; the front row In the major stands, the audience with a good background brought their families, or sat quietly like a mountain, or exchanged greetings with each other, or cheered and shouted without realizing it, and their performances were different; as for the arena, the soldiers who were fully armed and warmed up. Some are gearing up to show off their skills by wielding knives and swords, some greet their acquaintances and exchange harsh words, and some are ready to go with the help of their attendants, calm and silent.

"Of course, first of all, I would like to thank our wise and wise city lord, the Duke of South Bank, Lord Jenn Calvin Dill, it is his hard work and strong support over the years that this election can be held. It's more lively and brilliant than ever!"…

Under the host's gesture, the audience in the arena turned their heads in unison and looked at the third-tier stand, the highest in the arena: the Emerald City Lord still had the kind and amiable smile, looking at the participants and others off the arena. Spectators in the stands waved.

"And our most honored guest, the heir to the kingdom, the Duke of Xinghu and the second prince, the famous North Star of the Western Land - His Royal Highness Thales! His presence demonstrates His Majesty's grand grace to the Emerald City. The honor of all citizens and even the entire South Shore..."

Tales and Xilai were seated on the left and right sides of Jenn, and the servants and guards were screened back by the three of them early, so they could only watch from the outside.

At this moment, the prince forced a smile and waved to everyone like the duke, but helplessly found where he was facing, where the cheers stopped abruptly, and instead ducked and whispered.

"Look, the Duke is next to Miss Xilai!"

"Hey, the three of them are sitting together, the atmosphere is so strange, it looks like..."

"Like family? Bah Bah!"

"Why is the prince here too? He didn't just kill Kongming Palace..."

"The more this is the case, the more he has to attend, so as not to appear guilty of a thief..."

"My uncle said he knew the dead vigilante and said he had been bullied unreasonably by the prince these days..."

"Shh! Stop talking, there's not much audience, he might be able to see us..."

"Interesting, they must have made some kind of behind-the-scenes deal."

"Don't look at him, look at today's handicap, have you decided what to bet?"

Tales could only sigh helplessly.

"You know, Thales, the earliest selection of officers was used by the Duke of Cork to select officers and recruits 500 years ago to fight against the pressing steps of the Jinxing royal family," Jen said with a smile. The contestants in the field waved their hands in a malicious voice, "Does this look familiar?"

"But in the end, a bright star son-in-law was chosen and the crisis was resolved?" Xi Lai shrugged, disrespecting the situation.

Jane's eyes widened, and Thales swallowed.

I saw the Emerald City Lord take a deep breath, and first smiled and nodded to the vassals in the opposite stand - the Earl of Lasia of Zedi and his eldest son - and made a voice that only the three of them could hear:

"Ignorance! Whose reputation do you think you will end up ruining with your sloppy and unruly behavior?"

"It's yours, of course, and Iris, and maybe my father's grandfather's great-grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's... or else?"

Jane's expression changed.

"You think you can kidnap your family's reputation to force me into submission?"

"Oh, you can't imagine that."

Not good.

"I swear, Jen, I really don't know about dancing or anything," Thales interrupted them in a low voice with the Duke's murderous gaze, to cool down the quarrel between the two siblings, "but in my experience , in the public eye, well, maybe she really doesn't care, she can really do it."

"Your experience?"

Jann's expression got worse, his eyes were on Thales, like a vulture looking at prey on the ground.

Sitting on the other side, Xi Lai raised her eyebrows defiantly.

Thiers, who realized that he had said the wrong thing, had to smile and shut up for the time being. …

"...And we would also like to thank Kang Kei's Fragrance Chamber of Commerce, who funded the main construction of the arena for this election!"

The host who has a task at hand shouts and pushes the election to continue:

" and the Mbuto Merchant Corps, whose sponsorship of fireworks and food at the banquet will make this selection even more colorful! Don't forget the Gedez Blacksmiths Workshop, many of the contestants have their protective gear Provided, by the way, they are also one of the weapons suppliers of the Emerald Legion, quality assurance! Thanks to Zeka Printing Press, we can know the result of the election even when we are not at the venue, because they are responsible for the flyers and documents Transcription and printing! Sangare Farm is responsible for providing fodder and professional maintenance for the horses in this election, while the Emerald City Leather Guild has carefully overhauled the saddle protectors of all contestants. A good horse is equipped with a good saddle, and the knight will win. Also! Harvest Casino has issued trustworthy betting and odds indicators for this election. They are also the only officially licensed betting casino. There are special betting points on and off the field. It is illegal to gather gambling without official permission, and the Vigilance Office will not tolerate it! There is also the Sanches Wood Workshop, they will spare no effort to maintain the various installations during the election, including the ones they are best at making The large-scale fenced stand! The Medik Theatre Company will write the stage script for the winner of this election, and it will be staged in various theaters in the Goddess District! Come and choose all the ocean-going goods you need, and they will provide all the top eight winners and the finalists of the team battle with free homecoming ferry tickets and discounted commuter coupons for a full five years! Of course, don't forget the Emerald Legion and The New Suburban Police Department, they joined forces, sacrificed themselves and others, and contributed a lot to the orderly selection of the conference, which deserves our respect, and among the contestants are the two warriors they chose to send!"

Damn.

While listening to the names of these business group workshops, Thales calculated and understood: To hold this Emerald Festival, dare to love Jenn without spending much of the financial funds of the Emerald City, and will it be possible to earn it back in the end?

With the introduction of the host, the two contestants who participated in the first round of one-on-one duels appeared on both sides of the arena in full armor. They raised their weapons in the most heroic manner and received cheers and applause from the stands. (and sideline bets).

Jann rose to his feet and raised his hand in greeting to the contestants, who also saluted the three dignitaries as they passed the main stand.

"Okay, dear sister, everyone is watching now, you can dance or undress at your own discretion," Jenn regained his composure, without any coercion from his sister, "If you dance well, maybe I And Ashford will give you a tip - keeping it will make more money than you guys doing street art."

Xilai's eyes froze.

The next second, she stands up and steps down!

"Hey!"

Tales got up quickly and grabbed Xilai!

"You, are you really going?"

But he soon discovered that he didn't really need to step forward: On the other side, Duke Jen smiled and grabbed his sister's arm, his expression relaxed, only his eyebrows twitched slightly.

The three of them stood up in the stands and stood in a row, with Xilai sandwiched in the middle, their arms pulled behind them by the two of them, in an odd posture. …

Jane's eyes were like swords, and he swept past Xilai, stabbing Thales's hand holding Xilai.

The chill is unbearable.

Not good.

Tales had to laugh.

"You...will you let go?" Xilai, who was detained in the middle, said with difficulty.

Tales quickly let go, but never thought that Jen was also letting go of Xilai like an electric shock at the same time!

Bang!

With a sympathetic muffled sound, Xilai slammed **** the railing ahead, groaning in pain.

"You guys, hiss..."

Oops.

Tales was startled, and hurried to help her, only to find that Zhan also stepped forward. After seeing each other's movements, the two paused and subconsciously retracted their outstretched hands.

"Don't even help me!" Xilai said in pain, rubbing her ribs while holding on to the railing.

Tales and Jen looked at each other with mixed emotions.

The surrounding audience saw what was happening in the main stand, and there was quite a commotion.

Jane and Thales looked at each other, took a deep breath, stepped forward one by one, and held on to the railing together with Xilai. The three disguised themselves as looking out, looking at the contestants. look.

"Tell me, what's your proposal?" the Duke said coldly.

Tales raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Look, he's not just my brother, he's the Duke of South Bank, we have to force him to choose between the bad and the worse," Xilai rubbed his ribs, showing a feeble expression to Thales smile, "Unlike us, he still needs a face..."

Tales had a weird expression when he heard the words.

"That also has to have a face." Zhan said coldly, and immediately let out a smile and waved to the contestants off the field.

From the outside, the three people in the stands were leaning against the railing, talking and laughing happily.

At this point, the voice of the host and the cheers of the audience overshadowed their conversation:

"Stop talking nonsense, let's have the first round of the contest! Ning is a friend-"

The host paused for a while, raised his arms high, and the audience inside and outside the venue cooperated and proficiently tsunami sounded:

"Don't let the enemy die!

”

As the bell rang, the band began to play passionate music, and the first round of competition began: a machete warrior from Humble against a son of a knight from the South Shore.

They were fully armed and mounted on their respective mounts, armed with guns and shields, dashing towards each other, and both fell off their horses after a violent impact.

"Wonderful," Glover frowned as he watched the duel in the aisle below the main stand, "such a cumbersome armor, laborious, inefficient, meaningless - this kind of person also came to participate in the election. ?"

The two people in the field struggled to get up, throwing away their long weapons, and drawing out their machetes and steel swords.

"A long time ago, it was true that the heavier the better, the harder the better - when humans faced ancient orcs," Miranda thought, "of course, until the end of all kinds of things. The power of power appears, whether it is war, duel, or swordsmanship, everything changes."

"Then the Fel Gun appeared, and everything was about to change again soon." Glover nodded.

"Hey, you know, these contestants are rich in a fight! Or, the sponsors behind them are rich - those two horses have their own sponsor groups, oh, and they The weapon!" d.d watched the duel on the field with great interest, and looked at the odds list in his hand from time to time. …

"I don't like the atmosphere, tacky and boring."

Amid the cheers, Paul Bozdoff stood in the aisle with his arms clasped and stared at the competition: "This host, in particular, has turned the knights into a stinky match. show.”

"A knightly duel is always a show," Morgan had no interest in a duel. He stared at the sergeants of the Emerald Legion. "If you don't want to show, it's as simple as - go to be a mercenary."

"Yes, it is indeed a performance, but it should be explained like this," Wyah stood on the steps, his eyes fixed on Prince Thales above, "The knight competition was once prosperous, but the lords of a place gathered their allies to show their strength and repair their armaments. It is an excellent means of recruiting talents, and of course, it is also an ideal occasion for wanderers and hedge knights to become famous and stand out, and provides a lot of creative materials for bards.”

While speaking, the two fighters in the arena struggled hard with one sword and one sword, and from time to time they heard the sound of the blade slashing into the stomach.

"Slow action, broken attack, still knocking down the hardest part of the armor," Glover frowned, "Is this a duel or iron?"

"I've seen it, and there are quite a few people who signed up, but very few passed the initial test," d.d held up a book of handicap odds guides with great interest, "and most of them were adventurous. knights, mercenaries, foreign warriors, to be honest, very few were properly trained as knights, or at least squires..."

"Historically, the Iris election will be a glorious knight competition. All the knights participating in the competition are the top masters of that era, fighting for their own masters and their own honor, and even for the battle itself, so many legendary names. , so many classic duels..." Paul sighed, "but I don't think the knights of the past are fashionable anymore."

"The old one?" d.d frowned.

"Those who were first known as knights," Paul nodded, his eyes ethereal, "while possessing extraordinary powers, they also have to shoulder more obligations, mount war horses, and stand up when danger comes. , Later, when the empire was established, knights became an identity, a class, representing the warriors who conquered the world for the emperor. If a person wants to become a knight, he must follow another knight in the saddle and back, and fight and train until he establishes merits and is recognized. Later, knighthood became a title, an honor, conferred by the king, and became a step from commoners to nobles, and later..."

Paul shook his head, looked at the lame duel in the arena, and stopped talking.

The crowd listened to Paul's words and couldn't help but bow their heads and ponder.

Conmutuo sighed:

"About this, I heard the old man say that the iris selection a hundred or two hundred years ago will still have weight, and it will be full of one-in-a-hundred warriors, the kind who fight for blood, but in recent decades? , not only did the quality of the candidates who came to participate decline, they slipped from the extreme realm to the super-level master, and then to... In short, the so-called winning knights selected are mixed, some are not worthy of the name, some are misbehaving, and some are depraved and made mistakes after becoming famous. Yes, gradually, the election will be lost."

Everyone can't help but sigh.

“It was eliminated.”…

Everyone turned their heads.

"Since the end of the 'Blood Debt Dispute' and the promulgation of the "Self-Defense Law", the war conflicts between the lords of the kingdoms began to decrease. After the establishment of the High Noble Council and the Noble Office to arbitrate disputes between vassals, private wars between nobles became even more serious. Nearly extinct, wandering knights and hedge knights have gradually disappeared, and the expensive knight competitions are naturally no longer beautiful. As for knights, since they have no place to use..."

After Wyya said this, he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him.

"The Royal Guard's Entry Test Reference Book," Wyah reacted and explained quickly, "Bonard Bachelor's "On the Right of Lord Self-Defense, why haven't you read it?"

Everyone in the Star Lake Guard looked at each other in dismay, only Rolf snorted disdainfully.

"That's right, so it should be," Paul sighed. "The fact that the Emerald Celebration still retains its formal tradition is surprising enough to me."

The first round of trials was over quickly: Humble's warriors were unfamiliar with the terrain and unaccustomed to the soil of the Emerald City. He stumbled and fell to the ground under his feet, and his opponent took the opportunity to press on and attack or beat him with a sword. The helmet, although largely ineffective, made it impossible for the Humble people to get up again, who were dazed by the smash and had to throw away their weapons, shouting surrender.

The loser was pulled from the mud by the servants, while the winner labored to take off their helmets amid cheers, and waved their hands to the audience, welcoming flowers and even coins.

Seeing everyone shook their heads again.

"I heard from friends that the last brilliance was probably more than 20 years ago, when the late king brought his family and his family to the Emerald City. It was the most grand election in the past half century," Conmutuo broke the silence , "Whether it's the knights and warriors in the field, the troupe band in the banquet, or even the young lady in the audience, everyone is fighting over their heads, wanting to express themselves and show their skills in front of the king and duke."

"The late king?" Miranda raised her eyebrows: "Wait, I also heard my uncle and uncle say when I was a child that they went to the Emerald City to participate in the competition a long time ago."

"But it is said that in that election, the winner of the competition impersonated, bringing shame to the Emerald City, and the election will be humiliated," Conmutuo shook his head, "It wasn't a big deal at first, but I don't know why. , After that, no matter whether it is participating or watching the ceremony, there will be no significant big families or knights to participate in the election, and the lords no longer canonize knights or recruit vassals on the spot at the meeting. ."

“So the election will take advantage of the loopholes and come up with this method: let the businessmen pay to participate and make a profit?”

Wiya frowned: A man holding a sign "Gedez Blacksmith's Workshop" walked into the arena and shouted to the people that the winner was wearing armor made by his family, and the quality was good, and the iron steel must be good too. .

Paul shook his head dismissively.

"I think it's pretty good. Hmph, knights fight, it sounds nice, but it's all about honors, achievements, rankings, and who you fight for and who you dedicate your victory to. It's so complicated. Aren't you tired?"

d.d bought a bag of melons and fruits from the sidelines and happily put them together:

"Like now, everyone gathers together, eats food, drinks good wine, cheers, cheers, cheers, and has a good day, making money, making money, and having fun, isn't it?"...

Everyone looked at him with contempt.

"They can be happy, we are not."

Hugo's flag officer turned around and said quietly:

"Don't forget Your Highness's reminder: Be vigilant, we don't want to welcome another Anker Bailar."

These words made everyone stunned, regained their energy, and began to pay attention to their surroundings. Even D.D hid the fruits behind him.

At this moment, surrounded by the crowd, the three people in the main stand who took their seats again were having an inappropriate conversation.

"Well, first of all, let's make sure that our goals should be the same," Xilai became the host of the conversation, echoing the cheers and battles in the arena, "Now, The king wanted the Emerald City, and we..."

"How do you know?" Jen squinted his eyes and looked at Thales, "You told her and involved her?"

While the duke spoke, he did not forget to show the most cordial smile to the stand diagonally opposite, and the ambassador of Hashatt from Tyron State raised his hand in return.

Tales snorted, slightly disdainful:

"I found out, you really don't know your sister, do you?"

"I understand you," the Duke said coldly, "always self-righteous, but always self-righteous."

"I told you, Jenn, they're going to do it," Thales kept smiling, his voice only heard by the Kevin Dill brothers and sisters, "and you, you haven't figured it out yet, in the Emerald City Where is the most dangerous enemy, right?"

"That's a mistake made by the old people in the north. They mistakenly took the dangers of danger as harmless hostages," Jenn waved gracefully to a group of businessmen in the distant stands, welcoming a burst of cheers and praise, "and I, I know very well where the enemy is."

He glanced at Thales and hid the knife in his smile.

Another stand noticed that the duke was looking towards them. The local vassals on the stage all stood up and saluted the three nobles. Only the little Count Pintor looked ugly.

"Dangerous Bane" himself sighed helplessly: "Okay, Jenn, but you must know that only I can help you in the Emerald City..."

But Jenn retorted:

"Help me escalate the situation and make it worse? Like you did with the Blood Bottle Gang?"

"Stop!"

Xilei couldn't listen anymore, she interrupted the two with a serious wave:

"Okay, the first round is over, it's referee time: listen, we don't know what the Secret Service is going to do, but we don't want to make a big mess... So, from now on, we have to put All information is shared on the desktop, do you agree?"

Tales snorted lightly, while Jen looked at his sister for a long time before nodding reluctantly.

"What do you know about Kaquere's death?" Under Xilai's gesture, Thales asked first.

"Not more than you," Jen shook his head, "what do you know?"

"It's definitely less than you," Thales shrugged, "What happened to the Blood Bottle Gang, it's still running?"

"How do I know," Jenn's eyes moved slightly, "where is Kathleen?"

"A place I can't find either," Thales pouted, "what's the matter with the rumor?"

"I don't know..."

"Hey! Boys!"…

Xilei interrupted them again unbearably, and waved his hands:

"Just asking questions and not answering, that's not the way to talk, okay?"

Jane and Thales looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

There were cheers and sighs in the field, and the second pair of duelists was divided: a user of a serrated knife won the game by virtue of his cunning weapon, and was accompanied by a businessman. Introduce the craftsmanship of this weapon shop.

In the main stand, Xi Lai exhaled and made up his mind.

"Okay, second round, get up, it's you, Jenn, get up and let me sit in the middle!"

Under Xilai's unquestionable gaze, Zhan reluctantly got up and let the eldest lady sit in the middle, which naturally caused a discussion among the other audience.

"Very good," Xilai sat down safely, folded his arms, and stared at the left and right, "Now, I'll ask, you answer."

Tales and Jenn frowned.

Xilei turns to Jenn:

"First of all, Caquere, what do you know?"

"He's dead." Jenn said coldly.

Seeing that Zhan's words were like gold, Xilai had to resist the twitching of his eyebrows and turned to Thales: "What about you, what do you know?"

Tales spreads his hands: "He died miserably."

Xilei took a deep breath and went back to ask Jen:

"You went to see the Blood Bottle Gang, what happened to it?"

"Not good, messy."

Xilei frowned and turned to Thales:

"Where's Kathleen?"

"A bad and confusing place."

Bang!

Xilei slapped the seat with a slap, shocking both of them.

I saw the eldest lady raised her head and showed a chilling smile:

"Okay, ma'am, I've had enough."

Her smile was rather scary, and Thales and Jen both sat upright subconsciously.

I saw Xilai take a deep breath.

"Well, the third round: when I take off in a while, you all cooperate, okay?"

Tales and Jenn were both stunned.

"Ah, take it off again? No, isn't it okay?" Thales looked at her dress strangely.

"If you thought you could threaten me twice with this..." Jenn's eyes lit up.

But the next moment, Xilai stretched out his left hand, clasped the glove on his right hand, and pulled it out!

The two of them were startled together, but Zhan was the quickest to react and clasped Xilai's right hand!

"What are you doing?"

Jane was shocked and angry, and at the same time looked at Thales fearfully, and then looked at the surrounding stands.

Fortunately, the host is still fanningly introducing the third pair of warriors in the arena, a local black-armored walking knight versus a thorny red-armored knight.

And Thales frowned tightly: Xilai's right glove has been pulled out, revealing a section of ugly skin covered with burn scars on his wrist.

"What? Of course I'm showing them the real me!"

Xie Lai was so excited that he didn't care, and even waved around to attract attention:

"Let's show everyone what my hands, which I have hidden for so many years, look like!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the battle was decided very quickly. The walking knight had good luck, and the long sword swung his head, just to break the gap in the shoulder armor of the red knight. …

Amid the cheers, the Red Armored Knight was carried off the field, arguing with the armor's maintainer in exasperation.

"Oh, oh! Xilai, what you said, turned out to be taking off your gloves." Thales suddenly realized.

Jay glared at him hostilely.

"Or else? What do you think it is?" Xilai looked back at him oddly.

Tales reacted and rubbed his hands awkwardly:

"No no no, Xilai, I mean, it's good, you choose to let go of your hands, show your true self, be honest with everyone, it's good, I support, absolutely support, hands up, but not It's time to change the occasion gradually..."

Zhan En's eyes darkened: "Does he know?"

"Of course he knows!" Xilai said impatiently, pulling his hand, but he couldn't get rid of his brother's restraint, "Stop pretending, you even know that we were performing on the street yesterday, how could you not know? Does he know?"

Tales sighed with a headache.

"Stop messing around, Xilai!"

Jaen tightly clasped Xilai's hand, preventing her from taking off her gloves, while staring at Thales vigilantly, who could only let out an innocent smile.

Seeing that Xilai couldn't break free, she was not ashamed and angry, but raised her eyebrows:

"It's okay, I still have a hand..."

After speaking, she raised her left hand and bit the cuff of her middle finger.

Jann changes color again.

Clap!

The next second, Thales held Xilai's hand firmly, preventing her from biting off the glove.

Jann breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Miss Kevin Deere, who was sitting in the middle, was tightly restrained by her brother and the prince. This attracted the attention of many people. What happened to the triple room.

"Hello!"

Xilei looked at Thales in amazement:

"Didn't you just say, raise your hands to support me?"

"Yes," Thales held Xilai's left hand with both hands, showing a bad smile, "Isn't this the hands?"

Xilei's eyes widened.

"Enough!" Zhan gritted his teeth and held down Xilai's six fingers to prevent it from showing in front of others. "Whether it's dancing or this, you don't need to threaten me with self-destruction.""Enough!" /

Xilei chuckled:

"Believe it or not, Jenn, I'm not self-destructing, at least not in my way - I'm just forcing you to choose between bad and worse."

Jane frowned tightly, looked at Thales, and for the first time there was a desire for help in his eyes.

"Xilei, listen to me, I know you're working hard..."

Tales took a deep breath and said to Xilai seriously: "However, healing a scar does not mean tearing it open with blood."

Hearing this, Xilai shuddered.

But just a few seconds later, the trembling in her eyes turned into desperate strength, and the eldest lady smiled slightly:

"That's right, I'm going to tear it apart."

She turns to Jenn:

"Not only that, but I also want to tell you that when the Emerald City made every effort to put an end to witchcraft and superstition, the Duke's family gave birth to a six-fingered deformed daughter, who was frail and sick since she was a child. She was raised in a boudoir, and was once suspected of being insane Demon possessed and sent her to the temple for exorcism, but the Iris family kept her from the outside world and disguised her as a healthy person for more than ten years..."...

Jane's eyes changed.

"Unfortunately, she still revealed her secrets. With Prince Thales' reasonable suspicion and repeated insistence, she will be sent to the Temple of the Sunset or even the Secret Division to check and see if there are any terrifying evils that shouldn't exist. , taboo secret methods, harmful witchcraft and so on..."

Xi Lai is talking nonstop, now it's Thales' turn to have a headache.

"Jane, you know me, I, um, I..."

"It's not. Yesterday, he knew everything, saw everything, and understood everything clearly," Xilai turned his gun and sighed, "Now, he's holding your sister, I and Iris. The handle of the flower family."

Jann's eyelids twitched, and his gaze towards Thales began to look wrong.

What?

Tales looked at Xilai in disbelief.

"So I think, if he doesn't cooperate today, maybe you have to plan for the worst, Jenn, because he may be the last straw that overwhelms the Emerald City..."

Plan for the worst.

Tales groaned in his heart, and began to think whether relying on the Star Lake Guard was enough for him to escape the heavily guarded arena.

At this moment, the audience was once again buzzing: This time, the contestant was a tall and strong man who roared and beat his opponent to the bone, but it was not enough until he was pulled by the sergeants open.

"Okay." In the stands, Zhan exhaled with exhaustion in his eyes.

He let go of Xilai's hand and, in a rare, perfunctory and listless manner, applauded the winner.

"The death of Caquere was done by the same group of people, just like the previous fate." The Duke said gloomily.

Xilei's eyes lit up, she turned to Thales.

The prince also sighed helplessly.

"My people found out," he shrugged. "Cacquere may have something in common with the previous deceased, maybe a member of a group."

“Your people are right,” Jan said solemnly, “Moss, Diop, Rene, Slimani, Kaquere...According to my guess, they are all involved in the same something was killed."

"Look, you can still talk well, right?" Xilai frowned: "What's the matter?"

Jane glanced at Xilai and said nothing.

"Jane?" Thales asked.

"What did the king send you to do?" Jenn didn't answer, but asked instead.

Tales paused, but Xilai looked at him sternly.

Okay.

"That's right, the task the king gave me, or in other words, what threatened me to do," Thales sighed, "to depose the duke, by the way, destroy Jenn, and give him the money of the Emerald City-- ."

Jane's expression is getting tighter and tighter: "Really? There's no room left? Without Kevin Deere, who does he rely on to help him enforce the law and collect taxes, help him balance the situation, help him conquer South Bank, rely on Are those officials in the royal capital who have never been to the Emerald City a few times in their lives and can’t even calculate their accounts?”

Xilei narrowed her eyes.

"But! But I have the power to make an impromptu decision," Thales said before the other party became unfriendly, "I can independently decide when to act, how to intervene, and how to do things independently of the Secret Service. To what extent."

"Decision on the spot?" The Duke snorted softly, "You mean, instead of letting me go out on my own, you can at least deprive me of my Duke position with a smile on your face?"...

Tales ignored his sarcasm:

"So, Jen, I may not be your friend, no, I should be one of your enemies, but in the current situation, among so many sinister enemies, I am also your only hope, Hope to let you pass this level smoothly at the least cost."

Jane stared at Thales tightly, without saying a word, with deep eyes.

Tales sighed.

"Jaen," urged Xilai, "trust me, if you've seen what I saw yesterday, you'll know that the situation is urgent and we have to make choices."

Jane raised his eyes suddenly:

"You, when did you start hanging out with him?"

Xilei spoke for a while.

"You're wrong," Thales took over in a timely manner, "what you should be asking is, when did I start working with her?"

Jane didn't speak, just glanced at the two with a move.

Both Thales and Xilai said nothing, waiting for the Duke's decision.

The Emerald City Lord turned his head and waved to the back sun stand at the other end. A figure sitting under the parasol——Le Corleone from the Kingdom of Night appeared near evening and nodded to them.

On the other side, Yannick Houllier from Feast Collar also bowed to them with a smile on his face.

"Sister, when will you give me some peace of mind?" the Duke whispered.

Xilei put her hand on her chest and smiled slightly:

"To each other."

After a few seconds, Jen took a deep breath and looked at Thales:

"Judgement?"

Tales got the answer, he smiled slightly:

"Discretionary."

Jann responded with a sneer.

The two looked at each other, but they reached a consensus in an instant.

Only Xilai narrowed her eyes suspiciously: "Then..."

Tales took a deep breath:

"The Blood Bottle gang was in chaos after taking power, and Kathleen fled to the Brotherhood's turf, waiting for an opportunity to fight back."

Jane took it very quickly:

"After Caquere died, all the rumors they released were directed at you, or rather, forced you to investigate the matter."

"That Lausanne was lost in the blood bottle gang and the Brotherhood's war, but there's something else behind it - he was betrayed by old men like Kathleen."

“There is another dead person,” Thales shook his head, “My people also found out that before Slimani, another underground black boxer also died. His identity is incompatible with other dead people, but But it was also covered up by you."

"The fighter's name is Borwyn, and he's younger than everyone else in the last round," Jenn's eyes darkened, "he's the key to everything."

"Porwyn? Is that Porwyn?" Xilai looked up in surprise.

Tales wondered: "Who? What's wrong with this person?"

Jane nodded thoughtfully:

"It's not the boxer Borwyn that matters, but his surname. It's his father, the killer, old Borwyn."

As Thales' eyes moved, Xilai's eyes widened.

Finally, several highly skilled contestants appeared in the arena. They fought with real swords and even saw blood in the fight, which made the audience hooked.

"Old Borwyn was a former hired killer, with superb skills and expensive fees," Jenn said quietly in the stands, "and his last business was bought by a high-ranking employer, sneaking in Kongming Palace, assassinated the then South Bank Guardian Duke - Leinster Calvin Dier."...

Tales widened his eyes.

Jann turned to Thales, his eyes ashen:

"My father."

There was a colorful sound in the arena, and the host Kang He excitedly recounted how earth-shattering the battle just now was, which was rare in the world, but the three people in the stands ignored it.

"I don't understand," Thales clenched his fists in disbelief, "Old Borwyn was a killer who killed your father, so why should he treat his son..."

Jane interrupts him:

"After the incident, the old Borwyn was arrested and captured. Before his death, he confessed to the man who bought him, the murderer behind the murder of the Duke of Leinster..."

Tales remembered something and was shocked.

"My father's younger brother, our uncle," Xi Lai took the topic in a daze, "Former Viscount Gonghai City - Sona Calvindil."

Time stopped for a moment.

Tales said nothing.

"In this way, Viscount Sona's conspiracy was revealed, and he committed suicide in prison," Jenn said in a hoarse voice, "and I was urgently recalled from overseas to inherit the throne of the Emerald City and the Duke of South Bank."

Drums in the arena start, and the next team battle begins again.

Jann took a deep breath.

“Nowadays, starting from the wine merchants, everyone they killed was more or less related to the rebellion. "

Jane stood up and walked towards the railing of the main stand, overlooking the wide arena, his voice gloomy.

"And my efforts ~IndoMTL.com~ can only cover up part of it, but I can't help but miss some clues, so you can trace it here."

He stared at the dark clouds in the distant sky, at the Kongming Palace, which stood like a giant under the dark clouds.

"That's right, I suspect that the people who were used by the kingdom's secret department to deal with me this time were the old forces of my uncle's old division, those frustrated people who failed to rebel and escaped."

Xilei covered her mouth in surprise.

"It was a vengeance, a desperate and frantic vengeance carried out through the power of the king."

Tales frowned.

"To the Emerald City, to Kongming Palace, to Iris, to today's Kevin Dill," Jenn paused, "to me, even to Xilai..."

The Duke of Southbank's eyes gleamed like a blade:

"Vengeance."