Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 203: Revenge

Chapter 699 revenge

Several centuries ago, "Southernman" Hyman Canxing entered the city alone at the most dangerous moment, fell in love with Miss Regina at first sight in the general election, and finally saved the kingdom from civil war, the tradition of the general election Hereby reserved.

And at this moment five hundred years later—sitting in the stands, looking at the cheering audience in the stands, looking at the heavily guarded guards off the court, and the contestants in the arena, Thales couldn't help but think— — Another Prince Canxing, surrounded by countless guards and servants, came to another election.

I just don’t know how the “Southern” Heyman would react when he changed his name and changed his surname to the venue, and he was gearing up to fight against the South Bank heroes of the Canxing royal family. Woolen cloth?

A major event is imminent, the soldiers are fierce and the battle is dangerous, is he confident and calm, or is he gritted his teeth and insists on forbearance, is he chatting and laughing as if nothing has happened, or is he facing the difficulties with high morale?

Thinking of this, Thales sighed deeply: Anyway, he wouldn't be like him, bewildered and full of melancholy, but still forced to smile and pretend to be calm.

And Heyman is not alone.

Prince Hayman five hundred years ago, at least had the powerful "Eight Fingers" king as his backing, at least the eldest son of the duke who had a strong sense of love and hate, who spoke up for justice, and at least the wise Miss Regina to advise, The Duke of Cork is also a calm old minister with integrity-at least in the story.

But what about him, Thales Canxing who is now in the Emerald City, the backing he has, the allies he relies on, and the opponent he faces...

"Your head of security has just been killed, Your Royal Highness," Zhan En's voice came from the seat on his right, calm but shrewd, "and you are suspected of being deeply involved in rumors, if I were you, you would keep a low profile Points, such as accepting the protection of the Seychelles captain, escorting you to a separate stand with heavy troops, and carefully attending the election..."

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

But Zhan En ignored him: "...Instead of turning around and messing with my sister, squeezed into the Duke's stand."

"What? Together?" Hilley's head popped out from Zhan En's right hand, staring at her brother in displeasure.

Zhan En turned his head and glared at his sister, stern and solemn like never before.

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

Thales was about to serve his own teacup when he heard this and paused.

"Easier," Xi Lai snorted softly, without any awareness of being ridiculed, "Duizi."

Jen turned his head following Xi Lai's gaze, and turned to the guards under the stands: the Star Lake Guard and the Emerald Legion were headed by Hugo and Seychelles respectively. Sitting in the middle, staring at the tents prepared for the contestants in the arena with complicated eyes.

"Is that Knight Cassian? I understand that if Seychelles fights, Seychelles will not be sure to defeat him in front of his subordinates. ...but how did you convince Cassian to leave the mountain?"

Zhan En frowned, waved to the audience diagonally opposite, and received another round of applause:

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

Thales held up his teacup and sighed.

Why does this guy care so much about this?

"For the sake of the setting sun, brother, one word: yes or no?"

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

"Don't force me to dance now!"

Jane's face changed slightly.

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

The election is about to begin.

The Calvin Dill brothers and sisters restrained their expressions, leaving each other with unkind eyes, and sat upright.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait a long time, everyone!"

The host who will be selected is a well-known banquet emcee who has studied bards at Dragon Kiss Academy. He is standing on a specially designed host seat, holding a special sounding tube:

"Do you ever remember that seventy years ago, when Reck, the 'White Devil' of Allenbia, swung his ax and split a man and a horse in half, the ground, which was as solid as the earth, trembled! Fifty years ago, when The "Slave" Mosago of the Great Desert fought fiercely with the "Red Ghost" of Suye until the moon went down in the west and the sun rose in the east. If you are patient, you will not bow to time! Forty years ago, when Murat For the wounded master of the knight who died with one enemy and three bloods, even the hardest-hearted audience will shed tears! Thirty years ago, when Prince Horace, the "Sword of the Light", won ten battles and ten victories, he was unstoppable, The entire Emerald City is cheering wildly!"

According to the usual practice, the meeting place for the general election is in a wide open space in the new suburb - the terrain here is sunken, high outside and low inside, especially suitable for large-scale exhibitions and group activities, usually it is an exchange market where merchants and vendors gather spontaneously, On Boxing Day, it is often booked as a theater for stage plays, and even as a missionary and evangelistic venue for sunset beliefs. Before and after the Emerald Celebration, the place was cleaned up early by the Emerald Legion, and then the police officers cordoned off. The craftsmen rushed to work day and night, erected fences, set up shelves, pulled up tents, set up passages, and laid carpets. Standing seats, seating stands, and even various temporary stands with three or four floors are arranged to form a large-scale circular arena.

The inner perimeter of the arena is composed of different stands and preparation tents for the contestants. They are separated by curtains, parasols, 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 passing messages back and forth between the stands, the sergeants across the aisle and the guards guarding the curtain door, including the servants, passed on messages. The family crests or certificates displayed from time to time all emphasize the hierarchical order here, which is clear and distinct and cannot be confused.

"And all these classic scenes in memory happened in our annual, proud event, at the most exciting moment, the most thrilling day, the most exciting occasion, of course, It is also a good opportunity to empty your wallet or make some money..."

The emcee's voice has the unique gorgeous tone and exaggerated drag of the Emerald City, which is amplified by the circular layout of the arena and reverberates in the slightly empty arena:

"With a glorious history of five hundred and fifty years—Iris will be chosen!"

The guests in the major stands applauded politely, and many people cheered enthusiastically, but the entire arena still seemed sparse and empty, but the most remote stands, including people who couldn't enter the arena outside the fence, roared wildly, The roar of the mountain and the tsunami shook the whole city, and some guys who were too drunk wanted to light fireworks to add to the fun, but they were stopped in time by the conscientious security officers.

Not counting the citizens who joined in the fun (including those who climbed on the roof or big trees), this arena was originally enough to accommodate thousands of spectators, even if it was not as good as the ancient empire's legendary capacity of accommodating 100,000 people The miraculous building "Comora Arena", but if it is placed in the corner of the Emerald City, it 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 due to security considerations. Only less than 30% of the limit will be opened, and many pre-sale ticket refunds will be voided. The security of the officials is also extremely strict, and it is strictly forbidden to impersonate or fool around.

But things are rare and expensive, the more so, the more people flock to them - nothing can prove it better than overcoming all difficulties to get a ticket to the general election A person'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 standing ticket with the farthest seat in the general election, which could only see the entrance and exit, was raised to an outrageous ten gold coins.

("It's all here..."——a customer from the Far East who laughed and gave money generously, then silently bowed his head and felt wronged and distressed)

The audience who missed the chance to enter need not be disappointed, because the periphery of the arena is even more lively: the fence is crowded with people, there are vendors yelling and hawking everywhere, sneaky ticket sellers, gamblers outside the opening, and so on. There are restaurant owners who are busy selling wine and food by setting tables on the spot, buskers who perform on the street for rewards, preachers sent by the church at the right time, and people are discussing which fighter sponsored by a business group can advance to the quarterfinals, What rare beasts did the ocean-going fleet bring back, and what rewards would the duke and the prince give? There was a lot of noise and people coming and going, as if what was happening outside the arena at this moment was the real Emerald Celebration.

Compared to the atmosphere outside, the situation inside the fence is a bit weird: the soldiers and security officers at the exit and aisle are solemn and depressed, waiting in full force, alert to every guest coming, including their servants; In the stands, spectators with different backgrounds brought their families and family members, or sat quietly like a mountain, or greeted each other, or cheered and yelled unconsciously, with different performances; as for the arena, the fully armed and warmed-up soldiers Some are gearing up to show off their skills by wielding knives and swords, some greet and exchange harsh words with acquainted opponents, and some are ready to go with the help of attendants, calm and silent.

"Of course, first of all, we would like to thank our generous and wise city lord, the Duke of South Bank, Lord Jann Cavendir. It is his hard work and strong support over the years that made this election possible. The glory is better than the past!"

Under the host's gesture, the audience in the arena turned their heads in unison and looked at the three highest stands in the arena: the emerald city lord was still smiling kindly and kindly, and turned to the participants and other people outside the arena. Spectators in the stands waved.

"And our most distinguished guest, the heir of the kingdom, the Duke of Xinghu and the second prince, and the famous Polaris of the Western Continent—His Royal Highness Thales! His presence demonstrates His Majesty's grand grace to the Emerald City. The honor of the citizens and the entire South Bank..."

Thales and Xi Lai sat on the left and right sides of Zhan En. The servants and guards were pushed back by the three of them early, so they could only serve the guards on the outside.

At this moment, the prince forced a smile on his face, imitating the duke and waving to everyone, but he was helpless to find that wherever he was facing, the cheering stopped abruptly, replaced by bowing his head and dodging and whispering.

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

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

"Like a family? Bah bah!"

"Why is the prince here too? Didn't he just kill someone from Kongming Palace..."

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

"My uncle said that he knew the dead police officer and said that he has been bullied by the prince unreasonably these days..."

"Hush! Stop talking, there are not many audiences, he may 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 bet you want to bet?"

Thales could only sigh helplessly.

"You know, Thales, the earliest selection of generals was used by the Duke of Cork five hundred years ago to select generals and recruit troops to fight against the pressure of the Canxing royal family," Zhan En said with a smile The contestants in the arena waved their hands, and their voices were malicious, "Does this look familiar?"

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

Zhan En's gaze sharpened, while Thales swallowed.

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

"Ignorance! Whose reputation do you think will eventually be ruined by your dissolute behavior and indiscretion?"

"Of course it's yours, and Iris's, and maybe father's grandfather's great-grandfather's ancestors...or else?"

Jane's complexion changed.

"You think you can kidnap the family's reputation to force me to submit?"

"Oh, you can't imagine that."

Not good.

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

"Your experience?"

Jen En's expression became even worse, his eyes circled around Thales, like a vulture sizing up its prey on the ground.

Sitting on the other side, Hilley raised her eyebrows provocatively.

Thales realized he had said the wrong thing, so he just smiled and shut up for now.

"...And we would also like to thank the generous Fenxiang Chamber of Commerce for funding and supporting the main construction work of the general election arena!"

The host who has a task is doing his best to shout and push the election to continue:

"As well as the Mbutu Business Group, their sponsorship of banquet fireworks and food will make this election more colorful! Don't forget the Guedez blacksmith workshop, many of the contestants' protective gear is theirs Provided, by the way, they are also one of the weapon suppliers of the Emerald Legion, quality assurance! Thanks to Zeka Printing House, we can know the result of the election even if we are not at the venue, because they are responsible for the leaflets and documents Copy and print! The Sangaray Farm is responsible for providing fodder and professional maintenance for the horses that will be selected this time, and the Emerald City Leather Association has carefully inspected the saddle protectors of all the contestants. A good horse with a good saddle means a knight wins Also! Harvest Casino has issued a trustworthy handicap and odds indicators for this election. They are also the only officially licensed betting casino. They have special betting points both on and off the field. Feelings, betting rationally, and gambling privately without official permission is illegal, and the Police Department will not tolerate it! There is also the Sanchez Carpentry Workshop, they will spare no effort to maintain various devices during the election, including their best crafting The large fenced stands! The Medik Troupe will write an immortal stage script for the winners of this election, which will be staged in various theaters in the Goddess District soon! The Tanganga Seawolf Ocean Fleet Troupe is professional and provides We have shipped all the ocean-going goods that the generals will need, and they will provide all the top eight winners and the finalists of the team battle with free home boat tickets and discounted commuting coupons for a full five years! Of course, don’t forget about Emerald The Legion and the New Suburban Police Department, they have joined forces, sacrificed themselves for others, and contributed a lot to the orderly selection of generals, which deserves our respect, and among the contestants are the two warriors they selected!"

Damn it.

While listening to the names of these business group workshops, Thales figured it out: How dare Zhan En not spend much of the Emerald City's financial funds for this Emerald Celebration, and can he 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 duel appeared on both sides of the arena in full armor. They raised their weapons in the most heroic posture and accepted the cheers and applause from all stands (and sideline betting).

Jen stood up and raised his hands to the contestants, who also saluted the three nobles when they passed by the main stand.

"Okay, dear sister, all eyes are on you now, you can dance or take off your clothes, please feel free to do so," Zhan En regained his composure, without any threat from his sister, "If the dance is good, maybe I I will also ask Ashford to give you a reward - keeping it will earn you more money than performing on the street."

Hile's eyes turned cold.

The next second, she stood up and took a step down!

"Hey!"

Thales got up quickly and grabbed Xi Lai!

"You, are you really going?"

But he soon discovered that he didn't need to go forward: on the other side, Duke Jann smiled and grabbed his sister's arm with a calm expression, only his eyebrows twitched slightly.

The three of them got up and stood in a row in the stands, with Hille sandwiched in the middle, with their arms pulled behind them respectively, in a strange posture.

Jen En's gaze was like a sword, passing over Xi Lai, and piercing Thales' hand holding Xi Lai.

There is nothing to add to the chill.

Not good.

Thales could only chuckle.

"You...will you let go?" Xi Lai, who was caught in the middle, said with difficulty.

Thales quickly let go, but he never thought that Jen would also let go of Xi Lai like an electric shock at the same time!

Bang!

With a sympathetic muffled sound, Xi Lai ruthlessly hung on the railing in front, grunting in pain.

"You guys..."

Oops.

Thales was startled, and hurried to help her, only to find that Zhan En also stepped forward. The two paused after seeing each other's movements, and subconsciously withdrew their outstretched hands.

"You don't even need to support it!" Xi Lai held on to the railing, rubbing his ribs in pain.

Thales and Zhan En looked at each other with complicated emotions.

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

Jen and Thales looked at each other, they took a deep breath, stepped forward quickly from left to right, and held onto the railing together with Xi Lai, the three of them pretended to probe outward, looking at the contestants look.

"Tell me, what's your suggestion." The Duke said coldly.

Thales raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Look, he's not just my brother, he's also the Duke of the South Bank. We have to force him to choose between bad and worse," Hilley rubbed his ribs, showing a weak expression to Thales smile, "Unlike us, he has a face..."

Thales had a strange expression upon hearing this.

"You have to have a face." Zhan En said coldly, then smiled and waved to the contestants off the field.

From the perspective of the outside world, the three people in the stands were leaning on the railing, talking and laughing happily.

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

"Let's stop talking nonsense, let's start the first round of competition! Ladies and gentlemen, come to the stage to choose generals, and you must win if you win! It's better to be friends—"

The host paused for a moment, raised his arms high, and the audience inside and outside the venue cooperated and skillfully made a tsunami sound:

"Don't die with the enemy!!!"

With the sound of a bell, the band began to play passionate music, and the first round of competition began: a scimitar warrior from Humble against a knight's son from the South Shore Territory.

They were fully armed, riding on their respective mounts with complete armor, and rushed towards each other with guns and shields raised, and both fell off their horses after a violent impact.

"Mediocre," Glover frowned at the duel in the aisle below the main stand, "such a heavy armor is laborious, inefficient, and meaningless—this kind of people also come to participate in the election ?”

The two people in the field climbed up with difficulty, threw away their long weapons, and drew out their scimitars and steel swords.

"A long time ago, the heavier the armor, the harder the better. At that time, humans were facing the ancient orcs," Miranda thought, "Of course, until the end of all classes With the emergence of the power, whether it is war, duel, or swordsmanship, everything has changed."

"Then the magic gun appeared, and everything will change soon." Glover nodded.

"Hey, you know, these contestants are rich in a fight! In other words, the sponsors behind them are rich-the two horses have their own sponsor groups, oh, and they The weapon!" D.D watched the duel in 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 bursts of cheers, Paul Bozdoff stood in the aisle with his arms crossed, staring closely at the contest on the field: "Especially this host, who turned the knight contest into an event full of copper smells. performances."

"The jousting is a performance." Morgan had no interest in duels. He stared at the sergeants of the Emerald Legion on the opposite side. "If you don't want to perform, it's easy-go to be a mercenary."

"Yes, it is indeed a performance, but it should be explained this way," Wyatt stood on the steps, keeping his eyes on Prince Thales above him, "The knights' contest was once prosperous, and it was a place where the lords enlisted 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 vagabonds and hired knights to become famous and stand out, providing bards with a lot of creative materials.”

While speaking, the two warriors in the arena fought hard with sword and sword, and heard the sound of the blade cutting on the armor from time to time.

"The movement is slow, the attack is shattered, and it is still hitting the hardest part of the armor." Glover frowned tightly, "Is this a duel or an iron fight?"

"I've seen it. There are quite a few people who signed up, but not many people passed the initial test." D.D held up a handicap odds guide in his hand, with great interest, "And most of them are risky. Warriors, mercenaries, foreign warriors, to be honest, few of them have received serious knight training, or at least are squires..."

"Historically, Iris Selection will be a glorious knight's contest. All the participating knights are the top masters of that era, fighting for their masters and their own honor, and even for the battle itself. So many legendary names , so many classic duels..." Paul sighed, "But I think, the knights of the past are out of fashion now."

"The old one?" D.D frowned.

"Those who were first called knights," Paul nodded, his eyes misty. "While possessing extraordinary power, they also have to shoulder more responsibilities. They have to ride horses and stand up when danger comes. , Later, when the empire was established, knights became a kind of 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 on the saddle, fight and train until he establishes meritorious deeds and is recognized. Later, the knight became a title, a kind of honor, conferred by the king, and became a step from commoner to noble, and then later..."

Paul shook his head, watched the poor duel in the arena, and stopped talking.

Listening to Paul's words, everyone couldn't help bowing their heads in thought.

Kong Mutuo sighed softly:

"About this, I heard from the old man that the Iris selections from a hundred or two hundred years ago still had weight. They were full of warriors selected from a hundred, the kind who fought with blood, but in recent decades , not only the quality of the candidates who came to participate has declined, they have slipped from the extreme to super-level masters, and then to... In short, the so-called winners selected are mixed, some are not worthy of the name, some have bad conduct and do many evil things, and some have fallen into mistakes after becoming famous. Yes, gradually, the election will decline."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh when they heard the words.

"It was eliminated."

Everyone turn around.

"Since the end of the 'Blood Debt War' and the promulgation of the "Self-Defense Law", wars and conflicts between the lords of the kingdom have begun to decrease. Nearly extinct, wandering knights and hired knights are gradually disappearing, and the expensive and laborious knight competitions are naturally no longer beautiful. As for the knights, since there is no use for them..."

After Huaiya finished speaking, he suddenly found that everyone was looking at him.

"The bibliography for the entrance test of the Royal Guard," Huai Ya reacted, and quickly explained, "Bachelor Bona's "On the Lord's Self-Defense", why, you haven't read it yet?"

Everyone in the Star Lake Guard looked at each other, only Rolf hummed in disdain.

"That's right, that's what it should be," Paul sighed. "In fact, I'm surprised that the Jade Festival still retains its traditional form."

The first round of competition ended quickly: Humble's warrior was not familiar with the terrain and the soil of the Emerald City. He stumbled and fell to the ground, while his opponent took the opportunity to attack him with a sword or beat him The helmets, though largely ineffective, prevented the Humblers from getting up again, who were so dazed by the blow that they had to drop their weapons and shouted surrender.

The loser was pulled up from the mud by the servants, while the winner took off his helmet with great effort amid the cheers, waved desperately at the audience, and ushered in a field of flowers and even coins.

Everyone shook their heads again.

"I heard from my friends that the last glory was about thirty years ago, when the late king and his family came to the Emerald City. When it came to Blade's Edge, people from most of the kingdom were present, the house was full of guests and the occasion was unprecedented," Kongmuto broke the silence, "Whether it's the knights and warriors in the arena, the troupe or the band in the banquet, or even the princes and ladies in the auditorium, everyone is fighting for it. With a broken head, I don’t want to express myself in front of the king and the duke, and show off my skills.”

"The former king?" Miranda raised his eyebrows: "Wait, I also heard from my uncle when I was young that they went to the Emerald City to participate in the competition a long time ago."

"But it is said that in that contest, the winner of the contest was impersonated, embarrassing Emerald City, and the general election will be humiliated," Kong Mutuo shook his head, "It wasn't a big deal at first, but I don't know why After that, no matter whether it was participating in the competition or watching the ceremony, no important big families or knights came to participate in the election, and the lords no longer canonized knights or recruited vassals on the spot at the meeting. In short, it has been declining year after year and has never recovered .”

"So the election will take advantage of the loopholes, and came up with this method: let businessmen contribute to participate, and make a profit by the way?"

Wyah frowned: A person holding a sign of "Guedez Blacksmith Workshop" walked into the arena, loudly proclaiming to the people that the armor the winner wore was made by his family, the quality is good, and the iron and steel must be good .

Paul shook his head dismissively.

"I think it's quite good. Hmph, the knight contest, to put it nicely, but it's all about honors, achievements, rankings, and who to fight for and who to dedicate the victory to. It's so complicated. Are you not tired?"

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

"As it is now, everyone gathers together, eats delicious food, drinks fine wine, shakes the flag and shouts, cheers and cheers, and has fun all day long, making money and having fun, isn't it good?"

Everyone cast contemptuous glances at him.

"They can be happy, we are not."

Hugo, the flag officer, turned his head and said quietly:

"Don't forget your Highness's reminder: be vigilant, we don't want to welcome another Anke Bailar."

These words made everyone startled, cheered up again, and began to pay attention to their surroundings, even D.D hid the melons and fruits behind him.

At this moment, surrounded by the crowd, the three of them in the main stand were having an inappropriate conversation.

"Okay, first of all, let's make sure that our goals should be the same," Hilley became the host of the conversation, echoing the cheers and battle sounds in the arena, "Now, The king wants the Emerald City, and we..."

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

As the Duke spoke, he did not forget to show the most cordial smile to the stand diagonally opposite, and the Hasat envoy of Tyrone State raised his hand in return.

Thales snorted softly, slightly disdainful:

"I see, you really don't know your sister, right?"

"I understand you," the Duke's eyes turned cold, "you are always self-righteous, but you are always in a cocoon."

"I told you, Zhan En, they are going to attack," Thales kept smiling, and his voice could only be heard by the Kevin Dill brothers and sisters, "And you, you haven't figured it out until now, Emerald City Where is the most dangerous enemy, right?"

"That's a mistake only the Yankees make. They mistakenly take a dangerous source of trouble as a harmless hostage," Zhan En gracefully waved to a group of businessmen in the distant stands, greeted with cheers and praises, "and I, I know exactly where the enemy is."

He glanced at Thales, hiding his knife in his smile.

Another stand noticed that the Duke was looking at them, and all the local vassals on the stand stood up and saluted the three nobles, only the little Earl Pintor looked ugly.

"Dangerous Bane" himself sighed helplessly: "Okay, Zhan En, but you have to know that I am the only one who can help you in Emerald City now..."

But Jen retorted:

"Help me exacerbate the situation and worsen the situation? Like what you did in the Blood Bottle Gang?"

"Stop!"

Sheila couldn't listen anymore, she interrupted the two of them with a serious wave:

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

Thales snorted softly, while Zhan En looked at his sister for a long time before nodding reluctantly.

"What do you know about Kaguire's death?" Thales was the first to ask after Hilley's gesture.

"No more than you," Zhan En shook his head, "What do you know?"

"It must be less than you," Thales shrugged, "What happened to the Blood Bottle Gang, is it still operating?"

"How do I know?" Zhan En's eyes moved slightly, "Where is Catherine?"

"I can't find a place," Thales pouted, "What's the rumor?"

"Don't know..."

"Hey, boys!"

Xilai interrupted them again unbearably, and waved his hands:

"Ask a question without answering, that's not the way to talk, okay?"

Jen and Thales looked at each other, raising their eyebrows.

Cheers and sighs came from the arena, and the second pair of duelists had already decided: a user of a sawtooth knife relied on his tricky weapon advantage to win the match, and was accompanied by merchants to go around the arena triumphantly, by the way Introduce the craftsmanship of this weapon shop.

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

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

Under Xi Lai's unquestionable gaze, Zhan En reluctantly got up and asked the eldest lady to sit in the middle, which naturally aroused discussions among other audience members.

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

Thales and Zhan En both frowned.

Shiley turned to Jann:

"First, Kaguire, what do you know?"

"He's dead." Zhan En said coldly.

Seeing that Zhan En cherishes words like gold, Xi Lai had to resist the twitching of his eyebrows, and turned to Thales: "What about you, what do you know?"

Thales spread his hands: "He died a miserable death."

Healy took a deep breath, went back and asked Jann:

"You have visited the Blood Bottle Gang, how is it?"

"Not good, messy."

Hile frowned and turned to Thales:

"Where is Catherine?"

"A bad and chaotic place."

Bang!

Healy slapped the seat, causing both of them to startle.

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

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

Her smile was quite creepy, and Thales and Zhan En subconsciously sat upright.

Hile took a deep breath.

"Well, the third round: When I take it off later, you all cooperate, okay?"

Thales and Jann were stunned.

"Ah, take it off again? No, isn't it good?" Thales looked at her dress with a strange expression.

"If you think you can threaten me twice with this matter..." Zhan En's eyes lit up.

But the next moment, Xi Lai stretched out his left hand, clasped the glove of his right hand, and pulled it out!

Both of them were startled, but Zhan En was the quickest, grabbing Xi Lai's right hand!

"What are you doing?"

Jen En was startled and angry, and at the same time looked at Thales with fear, and then looked at the stands around him.

Fortunately, the host was still provocatively introducing the third pair of fighters in the arena, a local black-armored foot knight vs. a thornland red-armored knight.

Thales frowned tightly: Xi Lai's right glove had been pulled out, exposing a section of ugly skin covered with burn scars on his wrist.

"What are you doing? Of course I want to show them the real me!"

Heilei was beaming and didn't care, and even waved around to attract attention:

"Show everyone, what do I look like with my hands that have been hidden for so many years!"

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the outcome of this contest was decided extremely quickly. The foot knight was lucky, and with a swipe of his long sword, he happened to break the gap in the red armor knight's shoulder armor.

Amidst the cheers, the knight in red armor was carried off the stage, and angrily quarreled with the defender of the armor.

"Oh, oh! What you said, Hilley, is to take off your gloves." Thales suddenly realized.

Jane glared at him hostilely.

"Otherwise? What do you think?" Hille looked back at him strangely.

Thales reacted and rubbed his hands awkwardly:

"No no no Shiley, I mean, it's fine, you choose to let go, show your true self, be honest with everyone, that's fine, I'm for it, absolutely for it, hands up for it, but no It's time to change the occasion step by step..."

Zhan En's eyes are dark: "He knows?"

"Of course he knows!" Xi Lai said impatiently, pulling her hand, but she couldn't get rid of her brother's restraint, "Stop pretending, you even knew about us performing in the street yesterday, how could you not know Does he know?"

Thales sighed with a headache.

"Stop messing around, Shirley!"

Jane tightly clasped Xi Lai's hand, preventing her from taking off her gloves, while staring at Thales vigilantly, while the latter could only let out an innocent smile.

Seeing that Xi Lai could not break free, she was not ashamed or angry, but raised her eyebrows:

"It's okay, anyway, I still have one hand..."

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

Jane's expression changed again.

Crack!

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

Jen En breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Miss Kevin Dill, who was sitting in the middle, was held tightly by her brother and the prince from left to right. This attracted the attention of many people, and everyone was guessing what happened in the stands What happened to the triple room.

"Hi!"

Hile looked at Thales in surprise:

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

"Yes," Thales put two hands on Hilley's left hand, showing a bad smile, "Aren't these two hands?"

Hile's eyes widened.

"That's enough!" Zhan En clenched his teeth, and firmly pressed Xi Lai's six fingers, not to let it show in front of others, "Whether it's dancing or this, you don't need to threaten me with self-destruction."

Hile chuckled lightly:

"Believe it or not, Jen, I didn't self-destruct, at least not in my way—I just forced you to choose between bad and worse."

Zhan En frowned tightly, and looked at Thales, with the intention of asking for help for the first time in his eyes.

"Hile, listen to me, I know you're trying..."

Thales took a deep breath, and said to Xi Lai seriously: "However, healing a scar does not mean tearing it bloody."

Hile trembled when he heard the words.

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

"That's right, I just want to tear it up."

She turned to Jen:

"Not only that, but I also want to tell everyone that when the Emerald City tried its best to eradicate witchcraft and superstition, the Duke's family gave birth to a deformed daughter with six fingers. Possessed by a demon, she was sent to the temple to exorcise the demon, but the Iris family concealed it from the outside world and disguised her as a healthy person for more than ten years..."

Jane's eyes changed.

"It's a pity that she still revealed her secrets. Under the reasonable suspicion and repeated insistence of Prince Thales, she will be sent to the Sunset Temple and even the Secret Department again to check for any horrible evil that shouldn't be there. , taboo secrets, harmful witchcraft..."

Healy was eloquent, now it's Thales' turn to have a headache.

"Jen, you know me, I, uh, I..."

"That's not true. Yesterday, he knew everything, saw everything, and understood everything clearly." Xi Lai turned the gun and sighed, "Now, he is holding your sister, Iris and I The handle of the flower family."

Jen En's eyelids twitched, and something was wrong with Thales' gaze.

What?

Thales looked at Hille in disbelief.

"So I think, if he doesn't cooperate today, maybe you have to prepare for the worst, Zhan En, because he may be the last straw to overwhelm Emerald City..."

Prepare for the worst.

Thales thumped in his heart, and began to think about whether relying on the Xinghu guards would be enough for him to escape the heavily guarded arena.

At this moment, the audience became agitated again: this time, the contestant was a tall and strong man. open.

"Okay." In the stands, Zhan En exhaled, his eyes full of exhaustion.

He let go of Hilley's hand and gave the winner a rare, perfunctory, listless applause.

"Kaguilei's death was done by the same group of people, the same as the previous murder." The Duke said gloomyly.

Hile's eyes lit up, and she turned to Thales.

The prince also sighed helplessly.

"My people found out," he shrugged, "Kaguire is likely to have something in common with the previous deceased, maybe a member of a certain group."

"Your people are right," Jane said in a deep voice, "Moss, Diop, Rene, Slimani, Kaguire... According to my guess, they are all involved in the same It was killed."

"Look, you can still talk well, can't you?" Shi Lai frowned: "What's the matter?"

Jen En glanced at Xi Lai, but did not speak.

"Jen?" Thales asked.

"What did the king send you to do?" Zhan En didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

Thales paused, but Hille looked at him sternly.

OK.

"That's right, the task the king gave me, or what he threatened me to do," Thales sighed, "was to depose the Duke, and by the way, destroy Jann, and offer him money from the Emerald City .”

Jen En's expression became more and more tense: "Really? No room left? Without Kevin Dill, who would he rely on to help him enforce the law and collect taxes, help him balance the situation, and help him conquer the South Bank? Those officials in the capital who haven't been to the Emerald City a few times in their lives, and can't even keep track of their accounts?"

Hilary narrowed her eyes.

"But! But I have the right to make decisions on the fly," Thales said before the other party became unfriendly, "I can act independently of the secret department, independently decide when to act, how to interfere, and how to do things To what extent."

"A sudden decision?" The Duke snorted softly, "You mean, rather than letting me go by myself, you can at least deprive me of my duke position with a smile on your face?"

Thales ignored his sarcasm:

"Therefore, 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, Let you pass this level smoothly with the least cost."

Jen En stared at Thales closely, without saying a word, with deep eyes.

Thales sighed.

"Jane," Hilley urged, "trust me, if you've seen what I saw yesterday, you'll know that the situation is urgent and we have a choice to make."

Jane suddenly raised his eyes:

"You, when did you start working with him?"

Hilley paused.

"You're wrong," Thales took the words in a timely manner, "What you should ask is, when did I start with her?"

Zhan En didn't speak, but his eyes moved, and he glanced at the two of them respectively.

Thales and Hilley both remained silent, waiting for the Duke's decision.

The emerald city lord turned his head and waved towards the sun-backed stands at the other end. A figure sitting under a parasol——Li Corleone from the Kingdom of the Night who just appeared in the evening, nodded to them.

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

"Sister, when will you let me relax?" the Duke said softly.

Heilei put her hands on her chest and smiled slightly:

"Each each other."

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

"Decision on the fly?"

Thales smiled when he got the answer:

"Discretion."

Jen En responded with a sneer.

The two met eyes, but reached a consensus in an instant.

Only Xi Lai narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Then..."

Thales took a deep breath:

"The Blood Bottle Gang fell into chaos after they seized power, and Catherine fled to the brotherhood's territory, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack."

Jen En took the words very quickly:

"After Kaguire's death, all the rumors they released point to you, or force you to investigate this matter."

"That Lausanne lost power in the war between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood, but there is another hidden story behind it-he was betrayed by an old department like Catherine."

"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."

"That boxer is called Bo Erwen, and he is a round younger than everyone else." Zhan En's eyes darkened, "He is the key to everything."

"Porwin? Is that Boerwin?" Hille looked up in surprise.

Thales asked in confusion: "Who? What's wrong with this person?"

Jen En nodded thoughtfully:

"The important thing is not the boxer Bo Erwen, but his surname, his father—the killer, old Bo Erwen."

Thales' eyes moved, and Xi Lai's eyes widened.

A few highly skilled contestants finally appeared in the arena. They fought with real swords and guns, and were even injured and bloody, which made the audience very hooked.

"Old Bo Erwen was a hired killer with superb skills and expensive fees," Zhan En said quietly in the stands, "and his last business was bought by a high-ranking employer and sneaked into the Kongming Palace, assassinated the then Guardian Duke of the South Bank - Leinster Cavendill."

Thales' eyes widened.

Jen turned to Thales, his eyes were ashes:

"My father."

The arena was full of colorful voices, and the host impassionedly described 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, unbelievable, "Old Bo Erwen is a killer, he killed your father, so why do you want to treat his son..."

Jane interrupted him:

"After the incident happened that year, the old Boerwen was arrested and arrested, and before his death he confessed to the person who bribed him, who was the murderer behind the murder of the Duke of Leinster..."

Thales was shocked when he remembered something.

"Father's younger brother, our own uncle," Xi Lai took the topic in a daze, "The former Viscount of Gonghai City—Sona Cavendir."

Time stood still for a moment.

Thales said nothing.

"In this way, Viscount Sona's conspiracy was revealed, and he committed suicide in prison," Zhan En said hoarsely, "and I was urgently recalled from overseas to inherit the title of Duke of Emerald City and South Bank."

The drums in the arena sounded, and the next group battle began again.

Jane took a deep breath.

"Nowadays, starting from the wine merchants, everyone they kill is more or less related to this major conspiracy case back then. "

Jen stood up and walked towards the railing of the grandstand, overlooking the wide arena ~IndoMTL.com~ His voice was cold.

"And with all my efforts, I can only cover up part of it, but I can't help but miss some clues, so you can track it down here."

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

"That's right, I suspect that the ones used by the Kingdom's Secret Division to deal with me this time are the old forces of my uncle's old department, those frustrated people who failed in the rebellion and slipped through the net to escape."

Shirley covered her mouth in surprise.

"This is a revenge, a desperate and crazy revenge carried out through the power of the king."

Thales frowned.

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

The eyes of the Duke of South Bank revealed a sharp blade-like light:

"Revenge."