Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 52: She died (medium)

Seeing the situation taking a turn for the worse, the kidnapped Baron Doyle cried out in pain:

"Wait! We can actually talk more..."

But Anke, who has been irritated, is obviously not in the mood to listen to the plea, he hoops the old baron's neck, letting the latter's words choke in his throat.

"I have had enough of your family's viciousness and hypocrisy! Doyle!"

The captor speaks furiously:

"Whether men, women or children!"

Behind Thales, D.D, who was still hesitating, had a canthus and his arms trembled.

Piloga had to catch up and help Glover hold him together.

As the captain, Mallos remained silent, only looking at the captor with cold eyes.

The old baron's breathing became obviously difficult, and his face quickly turned red, which caused the baroness to scream:

"Ah! You cold-blooded bastard! Dare to move my man, I swear, I will take you..."

Earl Godwin saw that the situation was not good, and he gesticulated quickly and asked the female families to hurriedly hold down the baroness, somehow pulling her back into the crowd to avoid her further stimulating the captors.

The panic and worry spread, and the guests started talking again, relying on the guards to maintain order.

"You! Doyle's son!"

Anke has a beard and beard, furious, pointing his sword at D.D on the steps:

"Stop hiding behind women!"

"Come down!"

Thyls looked at the crazy Anke from a distance, feeling heavy.

That man, he is desperate.

Thyls said silently.

Hysterical.

Just for a duel.

But he is just a pawn: he exists to complete a small move in someone's chess game.

Thinking of this, Thales felt even more sad.

The guards who separated the crowd and the assassin became nervous, but Anke seemed to maintain the final sanity, did not hurt the killer, and did not rush the sword.

He just stared at D.D:

"Let’s solve this! Like a man!"

"The son of a bitch——" Doyle was about to rush down subconsciously, and was stopped by the well-prepared Piloga and Glover:

"Let me go!"

"At least, she won some advantages, and people's perception has been shaken." Vogel ignored D.D's gaffe. He looked at the crowd around him and frowned:

"If we kill him now, maybe..."

"No," Mallos stared at Anke in the field and shook his head:

"Our audience is not only in the hall, but the whole kingdom. They are as stupid as they are, they only care about the result."

"This game has not been solved yet."

Chess game.

Thyls was exhausted and bitter looking at the situation in the field that had not only not been relieved, but had even worsened.

In the distance, Jen, Gust, Val and others still watched the situation in the field silently, without any intention of intervening.

Mrs. Eleanor, Lozano, Adrian, Patterson, Stuart and other guests from the Star Seven Servant family seemed to empathize with them. They locked their eyes on the prince, expecting his response .

"So..."

Vogel frowned and leaned toward D.D.

"Have you thought about it? Doyle Pioneer Officer?"

Vogel repeated Mallos' words in a low voice:

"Will you die."

Hearing these words from the deputy captain of the guard, Doyle trembled slightly, and his mood changed.

"Duel, then die."

Vogel said lightly, like a machine without emotion.

Doyle's struggle with anger diminished.

D.D stared blankly at the kidnapped father.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, he turned to Thales and Mallos for help.

But the prince just pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

What can he do?

Let D.D stay still, and let Anke kill his father?

Let D.D go to a duel and then deliberately die under the opponent's sword?

What else can he do besides "sacrifice"?

Think fast, think fast!

Marius on the side looked at the prince's beating brow and remained silent.

"Now, you are the only one who can save your father and solve the deadlock," Vogel said coldly in Doyle's ear:

"Enlightenment early."

Doyle turned his head stiffly, despair in his eyes.

"Duel, death..."

He stared at the direction of Anke and the old baron, but his eyes were in a trance, and he kept muttering:

"Duel, death, duel, death, duel, death..."

Thyls turned his head unbearably, forcing himself to concentrate, thinking about the way out.

Or, he didn't care about it and gave an order to directly let the guards kill the captors in front of him, once and for all, once and for all?

As for the future, the subsequent impact...

Forget it, as long as you get through the unbearable hardship and pain at this moment, no matter what the subsequent flood is?

Let his father clean up the mess?

No, no...

Thyls's mind is getting more and more confused.

Glover couldn't look down on his colleagues, he pressed Doyle's shoulder from behind, and said solemnly:

"D.D, cheer up."

But Doyle shook off his hand subconsciously.

"As long as I die in a duel," D.D said in a daze:

"Father...can be saved? Can the problem be solved?"

Thyls became more unbearable, but just as he wanted to speak, Mallos suddenly said:

"It's not that simple."

The guards all looked at him.

I saw the watchman's eyes still staying on the distorted Anke:

"From just now, this Anke, his eyes have always regarded death as home, never changed."

"I think he might be in line with your goals."

Malios calmly concluded to Doyle:

"I also want to die in your hands in a duel."

Doyle's dazed gaze suddenly moved.

Thyls frowned and looked at Anke.

"Yes, only this way," Vogel said gloomily:

"Can bring the greatest benefit."

Malos nodded:

"Look, as their pawn, he is the same."

He looked at D.D deeply.

"Will you die."

The watchman glanced at Thales again.

"General."

Tyles closed his eyes.

Leave a soldier.

General.

Whose **** is left?

Whose army will be?

Doyle still breathes in a dream, muttering to himself from time to time.

But Anke was already impatient.

"Answer me! Doyle's son! Are you brave enough to fight me fairly?"

The anger of the captors and the pain of the old baron further stimulated the nerves of the crowd, provoking an exclamation and an uproar:

"Or I can start with the limbs of this old silverfish!"

"See how much blood he can flow!"

Watching Anke move the blade to the baron's wrist, Thales' heart tightened.

Sorry.

"Well," Seeing D.D sink into panic-like confusion, Vogel grunted to Mallos dissatisfiedly:

"If you don't want to get your hands dirty, watchman, then I will do it."

He turned to his subordinates:

"Assemble the flag wings, choose four people, and want the best sniper..."

But the next moment, a loud and loud voice interrupted them all.

"The Duke of Thales!"

There was a sudden silence in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at the speaker.

It's Doyle.

It was not Anke who shouted the duke's name, but D.D.

I saw him slowly raising his head, there was no confusion in his eyes.

But there is an extra layer of darkness.

"Please order, Lord Duke!"

Doyle spoke loudly so that everyone could hear clearly.

But in his voice, there is a bitterness that Thales can hear:

"I, son of Baron Mirror River, Danny Doyle!"

Under the gaze of the entire hall, D.D stepped forward and clenched his teeth:

"I am willing to follow the ancient customs of the empire for the sake of my father and family, and under the witness of the Duke of Thales and you, respond to his challenges, and this vile villain..."

"Life and death!"

Thyls looked at his guard in disbelief, then turned to Mallos.

But the latter seemed to have predicted it long ago and responded indifferently.

Doyle stared at Anke, who was full of provocation and desire, trying not to look at his stunned father.

"I would like to defend our dignity and reputation."

D.D speaks mechanically, as if his mouth is not his:

"Just... let my father go."

After saying these few words, Doyle, who was covered in cold sweat, shook his whole body as if frustrated.

Until Glover held him firmly.

The guests were silent at first, and then a small commotion broke out.

The controversy flooded the hall again.

"Very good, very good!"

"Doyle family, there are still men."

Anke, who received the response, looked at the lost Doyle with a few smiles, but Thales could not feel happy or satisfied from it.

Only a different kind of desolation.

Tyles clenched his teeth:

"Doyle..."

The deputy captain Vogel pursed his mouth and looked at D.D with complicated eyes.

Malles was also silent, but his expression was much more indifferent.

"No, no, no!"

In the hall, the old baron who was held hostage by Anke could no longer take care of his pain and embarrassment. He shouted angrily:

"Boy, you...what stupid you are doing!"

D.D recovered, glanced at his father, and forced a weak smile.

The old baron looked at his wife in horror:

"My dear, stop him, stop him!"

But the Baroness was also frightened. She looked around in a hurry, but she could only gain sympathy.

"Your Highness? Is there anyone? Anyone?"

The old baron was so anxious that he cried out:

"Anyone! Stop him and stun this **** gangster! Doyle must be heavy, thank you!"

"I half of this year, no, 40% of my income is given to him! 40%? Okay, then half! 60%? 70%?"

The baron's cry echoed between the pillars, and there was no answer except the flickering firelight.

Desolate and helpless.

Watching this scene, Thales felt even more uncomfortable, beyond words.

But he can't show it.

He must maintain the most graceful, detached, and noblest posture.

Because he is the second prince.

The Duke of Xinghu.

Under the illumination of countless lights, D.D took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and strode forward.

"Baylar! I have promised you!"

Doyle roared at Anke:

"Now, let go of my father, I will play with you!"

"Let us settle our grievances!"

Anke smiled.

He did not let go of the old baron, but turned to Thales.

"Duke Thales, Your Highness?"

"The initiator and the receiver of the duel are both present, and there are only noble witnesses."

Anke's eyes are mixed with desire and expectation, despair and madness.

Doyle also turned around, looking at Thales with a rare gloom in his eyes.

The old baron stared at him, shaking his head frantically, his eyes full of pleading.

The members of the Royal Guard looked at him with low-key and introverted expressions, not discerning appeals.

"Your Highness."

Vogel quietly stood beside him:

"This is what it should be, a necessary evil."

Malos also sighed:

"When it is broken, you should give up your death."

Tyles clenched his fist.

Leave a soldier.

It's **** dead again.

Person.

The guests in the hall looked at him aggressively and aggressively, full of emotions.

At this moment, countless lights converged aggressively on the prince, waiting for his response.

Jen's eyes are intriguing, Gusde's expression is like autumn wind, and Val is fixedly looking at Thales at this moment, without feeling.

The seven servants of Canxing stared at him intently, as if the prince's next decision was an irrefutable oracle.

No one knows. At this moment, the most expressionless thing Thales wanted to do was to sit in a chair, lower his head, close his eyes, and ignore any eyes and sounds.

Leave all the troubles to your subordinates.

In this way, he might be able to use the inviolable majesty of the royal family to fool him through the moments when he was battered and at a loss.

But he can't.

Because he is the second prince.

He can't.

He is the Duke of Xinghu.

"His Royal Highness, announce it."

D.D's words are quite weak, like a terminally ill patient who is desperately ill.

"Let it come, the sooner the better."

"Save you from worrying anymore."

Tyles was expressionless and bitter in his heart.

Okay.

The sooner the better.

Don't worry.

Finally, after a few seconds (in Thales’s view, it seems like a lifetime), the Duke of Xinghu maintained the most upright and noble posture, slowly got up, and raised his voice:

"Anke Bailar."

As soon as the voice sounded, everyone in the hall, from courtiers to bureaucrats, from nobles to merchants, listened carefully to the words of the prince, showing-at least on the surface-uniform respect and submission.

"In the name of the Duke of Star Lake, the second prince of the Star Kingdom, Thales Canxing."

The Duke’s voice is extremely low and awe-inspiring, but only those who have been with Thales for a long time will find that at this moment, the prince’s voice is much hoarse and darker than usual.

Much tired.

"Following the long-standing imperial tradition, I hereby promise you to avenge your blood relatives, to another nobleman, and a life and death duel against Danny Doyle."

D.D lowered his head and let out a long breath.

Thyls's complexion is gloomy, gloomy and gloomy looking at the long-awaited Anke:

"And I will personally witness its results."

"Guarantee its fairness and legitimacy."

"Is it enough?"

The Duke's words have fallen, and the hall is silent.

Until a few seconds later, Anker's same tired voice sounded:

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you."

Under the gaze of all eyes, he seemed to have freed himself and pushed the old baron away.

Baron Doyle fell to the ground, but didn't leave, he just slumped in place, with a soft sob, panting in pain.

When the guards saw the plane approaching, they picked the Baron away.

Some people hesitated whether to take the opportunity to attack the captors, but Lord Godwin sighed and shook his head, indicating that they don't have to.

"Believe it or not, Your Highness."

Anke smiled sadly:

"You and this little boy of Doyle~IndoMTL.com~You are the only ones among the hundreds I have met in the past few months, who are willing to respond to my request."

If you don't shock the world, no one will listen.

Thyls couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of his words.

"Regardless of life or death, Thales Canxing, His Royal Highness, Lord Duke."

Anke took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee sincerely, buckled the hilt to his chest, and bowed his head deeply:

"I will always remember..."

"Your grace."

Thyls sat down weakly and closed his eyes.

This month, I have updated 80,000 characters. Am I swollen?

(End of this chapter)

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