Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 50: Better

"Anke Bailar!"

In the chaos, Thales' voice sounded clearly, resounding throughout the hall.

The Duke's opening was obviously full of weight, and the whole banquet hall was quiet.

Anke's long sword stopped between Old Doyle's neck, leaving only the Baron panting with extreme tension.

Thyls pushed aside Mallos, who subconsciously stopped him, and came out more and more, speaking at the seat second only to the king:

"Your words, your story, your experience, the whole Mindis Hall has been heard."

He has a stern tone:

"Is this not enough?"

Anke raised his head and, for the first time, faced the heir of the kingdom without interference or hindrance.

"So, my Highness, do you have to use very legitimate excuses to obstruct the justice you deserve like everyone else?"

"So your past, your reputation, including your opening speech just now, are all lies?"

Malles and Vogel looked at each other, only worries and scruples exchanged.

Tyles felt that at this moment, the eyes of the audience were unobtrusively focused on him.

Whether it is a guardian duke like Jain, Gust, Val.

It is also the noble star seven servants and central leaders like Viscount Adrian and Lady Eleanor.

Or the royalists and new nobles like Lord Godwin and Viscount Connie.

As well as distinguished guests of all kinds of soldiers, officials, heads, etc., from all walks of life and all walks of life.

Their eyes are like giant boulders, all pressed against his vocal cords.

As if to offset the respect and respect he had received throughout the banquet.

Damn it.

"I am not a judge and I have no right to define justice."

Thyls frowned as he looked at the pair of eyes full of determination and death:

"But what you did today is enough to shock the world."

"It's just a way out."

Anke breathed in a trance.

"Murdering may make people listen."

Tyles glanced around, trying to stabilize his voice, which is still in the changing voice:

"But if the listener comes only for curiosity, it is useless to listen."

There was a hum in the crowd.

"Be willing to fall!"

Thyls said loudly:

"Even if you can avoid the bitter fruit for a while, but the end is bound to be bleak and regretful."

Anke turned his head and looked at old Doyle shivering under his sword.

He smiled.

"His Royal Highness, just like the rumor, you are so sharp that I can hardly defend it."

"It is no wonder that we can protect the dignity and interests of the stars in the barbaric and dangerous Northland."

Anke stared sharply:

"But I am not here to listen to your preaching."

"I have come to seek revenge."

"Trust me, put down your arms and leave it to a fair ruling," Thales tried to maintain the majesty of the Duke of Star Lake:

"There is no point in resorting to lynching, it hurts lives."

He said seriously:

"Vengeance without justice is tantamount to despicable murder."

Vogel and Mallos behind him were communicating something, but Thales did not hear clearly.

Anke looked back and forth subconsciously, a little confused in the banquet crowd.

Until he looked at the Duke again and cast an unwilling and questioning look at the latter.

"Murder."

Anke stared at Thales for a moment.

"Murder? Fair?"

He clenched his teeth, his voice trembled:

"No, Your Highness Thales, no."

"My father hugged his weapon tightly, with guilt for his ancestors and blood, died on the hospital bed, died in the inherited land, and I didn’t even have time to bury him, he would travel thousands of miles. Running around, until today, I can stand in front of you."

He roared:

"That's murder!"

"Where is his justice?"

Under his sword, Baron Doyle interjected tremblingly:

"I did nothing, your father died of illness by himself..."

Anke turned his head abruptly, scaring the Baron’s words back into his stomach:

"After you took everything from him!"

"Using the merchant's despicable means before you," Anke said hoarsely.

"After driving him to nowhere!"

Thyls reached down to stop Mallos from sending someone to pull himself back into the team.

Anke roared:

"Everyone, open your eyes and see, how is such a trap and humiliation different from murder!"

The crowd exploded.

The discussion became more and more chaotic, but the focus of the discussion was different.

Baron Doyle shivered, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he struggled to speak up:

"Your father has no money, so I will lend, he mortgages the land, and I will accept..."

dd was so nervous that he watched his father defend himself under the constraints of Glover:

"Your people have no work and no food, so I will hire labor and pay wages. What's wrong with this?"

"This is a normal operation of the lords, you should open your eyes and see, how many years have been..."

Old Doyle closed his eyes and tried not to look at the sword that frightened him:

"The whole kingdom, from the center to the blade, whether the East China Sea or the South Bank..."

"Where is it not like this?"

As soon as this statement was made, the crowd was full of noise.

Earl Godwin tried to maintain order, but with little success.

Thyls frowned fiercely.

And Anke, who is holding the baron's life, is only more angry:

"Damn it, Xihuang is not!"

His roar shook the entire Mindis Hall:

"Crow Crow Town, who gave birth to me and raised me, not least!"

The noise of the guests became louder and louder, and the guards had to work harder to separate those who were standing closer and closer.

Until the Duke's seat in the distance, Costa Nantriste opened his sharp one-eyed.

"Neither is the cliff."

He looked at Val Allende, who was in shackles and was still pouring himself under the guard of the royal guards, obviously in a good mood:

"There is also the northern border."

The Duke Cyclops sighed long, and the words reached everyone's ears:

"In the past, the entire kingdom was not."

The seven servants of Canxing have different expressions, but Duke Jen raised his brows with a funny look.

Tyles clenched his fists and glared at the ruling ruler of the cliff.

But Costa just looked at him from a distance and shook his head slightly.

Thyles was puzzled.

The voice of the guests slowly quieted down, leaving more unspeakable dignity and caution.

Encouraged, hope reappeared in Anke's eyes.

"Yes!"

Little Bailar clasped the baron’s shoulders, and the blade reached the top of his head:

"Don’t you all feel the same about this trip!"

Seeing that he was in trouble, Baron Doyle had to shut up.

"Damn, he came here prepared."

In the rear, Vogel was anxious and frustrated watching the changes in the expressions of the guests:

"He turned this case into a confrontation between Your Majesty and the Western Wilderness, and between the central and local governments."

But Mallos just shook his head.

Thyls knew that the situation could not be allowed to develop, and his reprimand sounded throughout the hall:

"Then prove it!"

"Anke Bailar, if you feel that you are doing the right thing, then prove it to me: you are here for the justice of your father, not just for the pleasure and self-satisfaction of the moment."

Anke looked at the Duke of Star Lake again.

"Happiness and satisfaction?"

The captor took a deep breath:

"I came here because I believe in you, Your Highness Thales."

Tyles moved in his heart, cautiously said:

"Me?"

Anke showed a respectful look, knelt down on one knee, but his left hand stayed on the shoulder blade of Baron Doyle:

"Yu Shi, Your Highness."

"Your adoptive father, Lord Mann was born in the Western Wilderness, and has served His Majesty loyally for many years."

"My father also served with his classmates and fought side by side in the desert war, with a deep friendship."

Thyls's breath stopped.

"The Bailar family has also helped you from birth to death, and set up troops to pave the way for your return."

"You calmed down the warriors in the sand dunes of Bladeya, and the sages spread to the West, and it became a good talk."

Anke's eyes are burning:

"Legend Wings are at your side, four-eyed skulls donate you swords, and a gift from the Croma family's thousands of soldiers. It is the famous Black Lion of the Valiant Castle. It is not far away and will lead the way for you."

The guests' comments rose again, and it was the first time that many people heard such "first-hand" experience.

Thyls didn't move his face, only sighed in his heart.

He just discovered that the weight of the sword given by Falkenhauser is indeed unusual.

"Gong Yu, Your Highness."

"You went northward for six years after leaving the country, and sacrificed yourself to protect the people."

"When you defend the dignity of the kingdom, none of the Yankees dare to stun them."

Tyers listened to these words and felt the gazes of countless people going back and forth between him and Anke, and felt very uncomfortable.

"You have personally experienced adventures and witnessed Exeter's most legendary throne change."

"The Yankees regard you as an enemy, but the stars treat you like a hero."

Anke gets more and more excited as he speaks, his voice becomes hoarse in the end:

"His Royal Highness, your glorious deeds in the Northland prove that you are a rare new style of the kingdom-you are a great empire, the last blood in this inherited kingdom."

"Everyone is looking forward to your return."

"Include me."

"With my father."

As soon as this remark came out, the discussion recurred.

But smart people kept silent and kept silent.

The only thing that was consistent was that everyone looked at the Duke of Xinghu.

Thyls clenched his fists out of sight.

In Exter, in the city of Longxiao, under the fence, people in the north see him either full of hatred and hostility, or vigilance and disdain with complete etiquette. The dead face Nicolai is the representative of the former, Reese Ban regent is the embodiment of the latter, and the officials of Longxiaocheng are even more unscrupulous.

It didn't feel good.

For six years, Thales prefers to stay alone in the library or in a corner of the Palace of Valor~ IndoMTL.com~ sleeping or even silently in a daze, even Wiya sent away twenty meters away.

He used to think that would be bad enough.

But.

At this moment, when Thales is standing in Mindis Hall, standing on his own country, facing his fellow citizens, feeling countless people's eyes mixed with expectation, worship, caution and even exploration...

"No."

Vogel faintly felt the seriousness of the problem, and whispered:

"His Royal Highness is the heir to the throne, belongs to the Canstar royal family, and is the representative of the Fuxing Palace."

"But he is not your majesty after all, not a king, not an official ruler of the kingdom."

Malos nodded first, then shook his head:

"But he happened to be the lord of Mindis Hall, the Duke of Xinghu who has the right to assist in national affairs."

"He has just returned to China. He is well-known, has no foundation, and is easily manipulated."

There is no more vigilance in the eyes of the watchman:

"This is why they found him."

The deputy captain turned his head:

"They?"

Malles did not speak.

Listening to their private conversation, Thales became more solemn.

"The Duke of Thales!"

Anke glanced at him, and raised his voice:

"I attacked this person, and complicated with him..."

His dagger stuck out and forced the old baron who had just taken the opportunity to take a breath, and said angrily:

"They violated the "Sacred Stars Covenant" signed by the "Black Eye" John II for 50 years in the end of the calendar and set up a conspiracy to murder the hereditary aristocracy with the title of baron!"

Thyls' eyebrows twitched!

"They violated the "Industry Law" made by the ‘Jackal’ Sumei III in 340 years. Outside of the orthodox prince Bailar’s ​​family, they gave and received privately, one minister and many masters!"

Faced with hundreds of people, Anke angered:

"They ignored the "Creditor" Eland III's "King’s Tax Act" of 414, behind the king and lords, they concealed production and avoided taxation!"

"Sacred Stars Covenant Act", "Non-Duality Act", "King's Tax Act"......

Thyls clenched his fists.

Damn, some of these decrees, he only knows the name, and some Gilbert will not have time to teach in the future.

In the discussion, Vogel looked unhappy:

"The situation is clear, I really came prepared."

He stepped forward and whispered behind Thales:

"His Majesty, no matter what he says, you must take a stand now and be consistent with your Majesty and Fuxing Palace..."

But Mallos was expressionless and interrupted him:

"No."

Vogel looked back in surprise.

On the other side, Anke’s voice continues to tremble through the hall:

"They violated the "General Rules for the Selection of Officials" of ‘Xianjun’ Mindis III for 512 years, disrespect local customs, interfered with town autonomy, and bribed the king’s servants!"

He stared at the Duke of Xinghu who remained calm:

"They defy your grandfather, the "Landing Order" issued by the'King of Changzhi' Eddie II in 655, renting in different places, privately transferring and tarnishing the sacred fief!"

"They even blatantly despised the "State of Emergency Control Order" that your father passed for the Desert War 11 years ago and is still in force at the border, illegally exporting the strategic food from the Western Desert to the desert and selling it to the desert and Aix. Special!"

Baron Doyle's complexion became more ugly, his expression unbelievable.

"General Rules for Official Selection", "Land Quantity Order", "State of Emergency Control Order"...

In the face of the increasingly noisy crowd, Thales felt bad.

This has far surpassed the knowledge he had made in these months.

Behind the prince, Mallos's voice rang slightly.

"Doyle is the Seven Stars under the constellation of the Revival Palace, and Bailar is a local vassal under Falkenhauser."

"Doyle is a deep-rooted old nobleman with a long history," the watchman has a calm face, but his words are heavy:

"Bailar is a new nobleman who started from war, just over a century ago."

Vogel's eyes moved.

"Doyle used the merchant's style to resort to market contracts and other new methods to merge land and change ownership..." Mallos continued:

"Bailar invoked the "Land of Land" and other Wang Zheng's decrees to defend himself, only to preserve the old fief and maintain the old legal system."

Vogel reacted. He looked at Mallos in disbelief.

Malos looked back at him and nodded:

"Doyle was far away from the political center, and only tried to cling to the royal family after His Royal Highness Thales returned."

"Bailar boldly crossed the Duke of the Western Wilderness and went straight to Yongxing City, asking the Central Committee of the Kingdom to judge local affairs."

After the royal guards thought it through, under Qi Qi's rapidly changing face, Mallos sighed slightly:

"Can you imagine how many people, how many things, and how many interests are involved here?"

"Who represents the central government and the local governments? Who is the new order and who is the old legal principle? Who is upholding the king's government and who is subverting the kingdom?"

"Does anyone have a clear idea?"

Malles looked at Anke, who was standing in the middle of the hall, counting out the crimes of his enemies.

"This is not as simple as choosing one."

"New and old, monarchs, fathers and sons, central and local governments, fiscal and local taxation laws, governance methods, countless factors are among them, and they are constantly entangled and cannot be solved by choosing sides."

Tyles listened to the words of his captain of the guard, only to feel his body stiffer.

"Any choice and treatment are mutually beneficial and difficult to complete. Just like flour and sand are mixed together, you can't keep purely single out."

"This is politics much more typical than typical."

The watchman's face was again solemnly covered, no longer calm.

"Those who set this trap, no matter who it is," Mallos whispered:

"All are ruthless characters."

In the middle of the hall, in a mess, Anke slowly got up and stood upright.

It seems that at this moment, he is the master of the entire hall.

"Everyone, their evil spirits are not forgiven by the gods, their crimes are beyond tolerance, and their actions shake the rule of the throne and the foundation of the kingdom!"

The captor paused for a moment, then turned to stare at Thales.

"But you are right, Your Highness."

Anke suppressed the despair and defeat in his eyes, and replaced it with perseverance and decisiveness.

"Don't worry, I will not commit murder at your banquet," Anke withdrew Jianfeng from the old baron's shoulder, letting the latter breathe a sigh of relief:

"That is not the motto of the Bailar family."

Tyles solemnly said:

"Then what are you doing?"

"What else do you want?"

"I said, Your Highness," Anke showed a smile that could see through the world:

"Vengeance."

"Or what you said, fair."

Tyles' heart jumped.

Behind him, Mallos hurriedly turned his head:

"Has the people sent to the Fuxing Palace paid back? What about Prime Minister Cullen? What about Earl Caso? Or Lord Jok Man? Any adults in the Imperial Council? The situation can only be determined by their endorsement... …"

The guards looked at each other, but Vogel shook his head gloomily:

"Earl Cassau left the court too early, and the Chancellor of the Exchequer also went with him. The Prime Minister was the one who slipped the earliest."

"Furthermore..."

Even if your majesty is here...

Vogel shut his mouth and pressed the next sentence in his heart.

"I can't just listen to your words and make a hasty judgment here."

Tyles spoke with difficulty, maintaining the dignity of the royal family, the duke’s dignity, and taking into account the emotions of the other party, hoping that he would not be angry with a sword:

"All I see is you..."

Anke suddenly looked up and interrupted him.

"No need, Your Highness, no need."

His smile became bright and open-minded, like a lost traveler who found a way out in the desert:

"I know, I understand that you are in a high position, with a lot of scruples, but also carrying the hope of the entire kingdom. I cannot and will not force you to come forward for me, so that you will be in a dilemma, and you will be blamed."

Anke lowered his head and looked at the old baron who didn't dare to express his breath, showing hatred:

"But I also know that this person has a deep relationship with his hands and eyes open to the sky, and I am only a single sword, and I cannot sing alone."

"As soon as I leave this hall, I hope to be cut off," he smiled bitterly, his words filled with deep helplessness and thoroughness:

"If it comes to studying the laws, weighing the pros and cons, and political games, how can I fight these old and cunning folks?"

Between the crowd's comments and eyes, Thales gritted his teeth.

"So you don't have to trouble others, you don't have to involve all parties, and you don't have to be in a dilemma, Your Highness."

Anke looked at the dagger in his hand, slightly surprised:

"It just needs to be simple and clear, straightforward, and end our grievances."

He raised his head and looked at Thales, his eyes full of longing:

"Just like you did."

Thyls leaned his hand to the arm of the chair, but was surprised to find nothing.

No.

But it's too late.

"His Royal Highness, I beg of you. Please allow me, Anke Baral from Crow Crow Town."

Anke speaks sharply and violently speaks:

"Allow me to follow your steps, imitate your deeds, and reproduce your legend!"

His steps, his deeds, his legend...

Thyls looked at Anke in disbelief, who was looking enthusiastic at the moment.

No.

"Please let me awaken the ancient legal system of the Empire era, follow the magnificent ancient Ludor style, and then write your epic journey in the Kingdom of Exeter..."

"Let me face Doyle of Jinghe, to this despicable villain and aristocratic scum who has hatred of killing his father and hating home..."

At that moment, Thales' palms were cold.

Anke threw away his cumbersome jacket, his sword pointed at the dome, the beams shook the beams and pillars, and the lights flickered left and right:

"Initiate a challenge."

For an instant, the hall was silent.

Anke has sharp eyes and is more energetic than ever:

"Let us, here, in the Mindis Hall reopened after 18 years, complete a great and glorious, fair and just between nobles and nobles, between families and families..."

"Life and death duel."

Thyls's heart is empty, his face expressionless.

"What's the matter--" Vogel's incredible question was not even asked, and the buzzing of everyone suddenly exploded!

In a few seconds, the discussion reached its peak.

Surprise and dissatisfaction are intertwined and cannot be separated from each other:

"It's too exaggerated..."

"The barbaric customs of Yankees? Are you kidding me?"

"But I heard that it was a tradition that originated in the empire..."

"So the rumors are true? His Royal Highness once challenged King Nunn?"

"His Royal Highness, as a witness, witnessed King Nunn's revenge against a certain grand prince. It should be true..."

"What about King Nunn himself? Was it also killed by King Chaman in a duel? Did His Highness Thales also witness it?"

In the crowd, Jorge of Elk City took advantage of his stature to squeeze away the two guests who blocked him, and roared feverishly, stirring up the atmosphere:

"Okay, duel! There is a **** one! Long live the empire!"

Ignore the dissatisfaction and anger of the surrounding stars.

But the guests’ discussions never stopped for a moment: "I think it actually makes sense... The success of revenge has won fame, and I will do it if I change it..."

"What a joke! Then you **** seduce my daughter, can't I also give you a duel, revenge for life and death?"

"Why do you remember this incident? Are we friends? Are the two family friends? What can't be said..."

"The family friend? How? Do you pay my daughter? Bah!"

"Hey, do you think I don't know that when my father died, you and my mother were in the study..."

"Shut up! Bastard! Come on, life and death duel!"

"Ah no, this is too savage! I am just a lady, so I can't stand it anymore. Pull, I'm going home first, and Shu, two Ge Ge, remember to tell me the result of the duel..."

"Good niece, at your age, pay more attention to your body. I will visit you someday..."

"Asshole! You are not allowed to say a word to my daughter!"

Even if the star aristocracy has always been known for restraint and respect, the Mindis Hall at this time is still in chaos.

The guards had to separate their energies. While being alert to the captors, they vigorously persuaded and suppressed the noisy group of guests but still refused to leave.

"His Royal Highness, please witness to me with you and the Kingdom."

Anke let out a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed, as if he has finally completed a difficult task:

"Witnessing the heroic blood is not the patent of the Northerners alone."

"Witness that justice is in the hearts of the people, and revenge is justified."

Above the steps, Thales tried to adjust his breathing, a headache.

He only feels mentally exhausted and mentally exhausted.

The Duke’s voice sounded with difficulty: "What you ask is not in line with the star tradition..."

"But there is a precedent for you!"

"His Royal Highness, this is not a murder-as long as your permission and approval or even witness, it is not."

Anke’s voice seems to come from the horizon, full of hope and expectation:

"It’s what you witnessed in Exter. It’s you who lead by example in the face of the born king, the courage and qualifications you rely on to become famous, and the means you use to maintain the safety of the kingdom of star dignity. It couldn’t be more legitimate—"

Anke gritted his teeth:

"Blood relatives revenge!"

"As you said, if there is a second way, I don't want to commit murder. Your Highness, please don't let me do that."

Thyls turned his head mechanically and looked at the old baron who could not speak a word.

"No, Your Highness!"

Behind him, dd broke free from the shackles of Glover desperately, knelt down beside Thales, and spoke in panic:

"My father, he is old, he can't..."

"If you feel unfair," Anke said in a long voice, looking at dd eagerly, full of provocation:

"Then let the other Doyle, the old silverfish's son, fight for his family and surname, against me. He is extraordinary, this will be a fair and wonderful duel."

He gritted his teeth coldly:

"Until points are born and die."

Anke took a deep breath and raised his short sword:

"After that, if I am still alive, I will tie my hands and accept all the punishments I deserve."

"There is no word for words."

Doyle was shocked and angry, staring at the opponent who had driven his father and his family to an end.

"Your Highness, I can..."

dd touched the weapon subconsciously, but was held firmly by Mallos and pushed back to his colleagues.

"We were wrong again, this assassination," the watchman had an ugly expression, "it was indeed directed at the Royal Highness."

"In another way."

Vogel's eyebrows are heavy, and he stares at the spoiler of the banquet, thinking deeply.

The crowd is getting louder and louder.

Thyls stood lonely and feebly in place, bearing the eyes of everyone:

Among them, there are several duke’s observation gazes, either waiting for a good show, or silently thinking, or not paying attention;

There are also the gazes of the Seven Stars, most of them dignified and eagerly waiting for the prince’s response, expecting and vigilant;

There are other people's eyes too.

But Thales is not in the mood to distinguish.

At this moment, what sounded in his mind was Ji Ni's conversation not long ago.

[So? Can they still eat me? 】

[No. 】

[But they will tear you apart. 】

[Even if I am the son of the king, heir to the kingdom? 】

Thyls pressed his forehead.

[Yes. 】

[So they will be polite and polite...]

[Tear you apart. 】

Tear me apart...

Amidst the endless noise, the prince took a dazed breath, closed his eyes and sighed.

"So, please witness our duel, Your Highness."

Anke sees death as home, but his heart surges:

"Like what you experienced in Exeter as a prince of stars."

He is relieved and satisfied authentically:

"After that, what kind of results will be ushered in, I have no regrets or regrets."

Anke Bailar, the man who had disrupted Thales’ return banquet by himself took a deep breath, and his voice penetrated the crowd:

"Because I believe that you are the hope of this kingdom."

"If neither the present nor the past can be changed, but at least, in the future, you will be better than your father..."

Anke's eyes are gleaming, and his voice is special, which is extremely clear in the continuous discussion of everyone:

"Better."

At that moment, it seemed that Mindith Hall was a well-trained performance team, and a certain conductor had just made a gesture to make the noisy discussion in the whole hall disappear.

Marius closed his eyes deeply: That's awful.

"I believe, just as many people believe, you will be better than him..."

Anke stepped forward, looked at everyone, and raised his voice:

"The King of Stars."

Tyles is tight!

In a few seconds, from duke to earl, from guest to guard.

No one dared to speak, no one even dared to breathe loudly.

Everyone fell silent.

The next second, the discussion recurred.

But the arrogance and ease of watching a good show are completely gone.

They became convergent, tense, and whispered like scratching.

It's heart palpitating.

And the gazes that had almost crushed Thales before now all retracted, looking elsewhere in the hall, as if it was a sin to look at him more.

Tyles took a deep breath and slowly took a seat on the table.

He didn't even look at the royal guards behind him—he didn't have to guess how they reacted.

Discussions, eyes, emotions, they crowded the Mindith Hall, leaving no gaps.

Only the owner of this hall has left a foothold.

It's like a vacuum.

But Thales was not at all relaxed.

On the contrary, in this inch of vacuum, he seemed to feel countless chains protruding from the void, from top to bottom, from left to right, from front to back, locking him tightly, leaving no gaps. .

It's getting heavier.

The tighter the tightening.

The more the lock, the deeper.

Damn it.

Thyls was expressionless and maintained an elegant sitting posture, only his nails pierced into his palms.

"Your Highness?"

The old baron with a painful look on Ankra, eagerly anticipating:

"Duel?"

For a moment, Thales missed the hostage years in the North.

Duel?

Fight against your mother.

It seems that in those six years...

Even if it’s the turbulent day of politics, even the hero hall where the Yankees gather, even the princes of Longxiao City who gritted their teeth and wished to smash Thales into pieces, even the unkind Nun VII The aggressive Charman Rumba...

Also looked so amiable, friendly and lovely.

"His Royal Highness," Thales's side, dd looked at his master in a panic, with pleading in his tone:

"Prince Thales? Lord Duke? If...I want...I can win...I can raise that bitch..."

Tyles sighed again~IndoMTL.com~Yes.

You can win.

And then?

Behind the distraught prince, in the heart-palpiting atmosphere, the royal guard moved.

"Tormond?"

Vogel, who had been thinking for a long time, suddenly called Mallos's name instead of his surname or job title.

The watchman turned his head solemnly.

"Your sniper team..."

I saw the deputy captain's face pale, he stared at Anke Bailar with a look of expectation, and spoke cautiously and hard:

"Are you still there?"

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