Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 54: Unfinished

　　 In the brightly lit hall, Thales was condescending, receiving countless stares of astonishment, but staring at Anke in a daze.

　　 waiting for his response.

　　 "You...you?"

　　 After a long while, Anke raised his head in disbelief.

　　 Thales still stared at him coldly, freely, but with a compelling gaze.

　　 Like a hunter after an arrow left the string, he confidently lowered his longbow.

　　 "His Royal Highness, proxy duel," Anke finally sorted out what had just happened, his eyes were red, and his breathing increased:

　　 "Me and...you?"

　　 Thales narrowed his eyes.

　　 "No, no..."

　　The spoiler of the banquet has grief and pain in his eyes, hissing:

　　 "No!"

　　 In the hall, after the initial shock, everyone began to discuss the scene anxiously, but their voices became more and more convergent, and even the look at the Duke of Xinghu changed.

　　 The shackled Val Allende has stopped drinking, his eyes locked on the prince, the meaning is unknown.

　　 Jen frowned and kept turning around to ask his butler.

　　 The one-eyed dragon Guste smiled but did not smile, and he also responded to the private inquiries of other guests.

　　 Thales tossed aside the scenes he had glimpsed in the peripheral light and snorted coldly.

　　 "Why not?"

　　 The young Duke walked down slowly, and the royal guard behind him wanted to keep up, but he was held down by Mallos with an indisputable gesture.

　　 "Isn't this what you want?"

　　 Thales stepped out of the encircled team and walked down the steps slowly, sounding like a sharp blade:

　　"A duel with the second prince himself, not only shocked the kingdom; everyone can hear it, but also achieve your goal to get justice-such banquet dishes..."

　　 "Isn't it fragrant?"

　　 Anke gritted his teeth, the dagger in his hand began to tremble, and his eyes almost burst into flames.

　　 Incredibly, he is not alone.

　　D.D stood there blankly, watching Thales descending from the sky and coming slowly.

　　 Doyle's suffocation that never went back slowly faded, replaced by a bewildered ignorance.

　　 "Your Highness, you don't need it, I mean, you don't need to replace me, I can, I can..."

　　 Thales stopped, his expression unhappy.

　　 On the other side, the old Baron Doyle showed unbelievable joy after experiencing the double torment of sadness and surprise. He reacted and winked at his son desperately.

　　 But DD obviously didn't notice his father's actions. He stared at Thales in a daze. The scabbard in his hand was lifted up and down, his words hesitated and he didn't seem to be able to fully react:

　　 "You don't need it, you don't need it, I'm the guard, protect you..."

　　 Until Thales glanced slightly, the cold light swept away, and Doyle's words were sealed in his mouth.

　　 "I didn't ask your opinion, Danny Doyle," Thales called out the full name of his guard:

　　 "I am ordering you: I want to represent you in the duel."

　　 Thales looked at the crowd, his eyebrows were cold and his eyes:

　　 "In the body of Canxing, order one of the seven servants of Canxing."

　　 "Do you... have any objections?"

　　D.D was taken aback.

As soon as 　　 said this, several guests standing in the front also drew together, and they instantly became the focus of attention:

　　The young and promising Viscount Adrian released his wife and looked back at Thales solemnly.

　　The aging Viscount Paterson opened his muddy eyes and pushed away the two nephews who were supporting him.

　　The graceful and graceful Mrs. Eleanor firmly grasped Luther Barney, who was playing with her head down, silently.

　　 Baron Stewart lowered his head slightly and glanced at the prince, his expression seemed to be sneer.

　　Losano Glover clasped his arms tightly, and stayed still if it took root.

　　 Thales' eyes flicked like a blade.

　　 One second later, these five nobles moved one after another, either bowing their heads and pressing their chests, or bending their knees and lifting their skirts, obediently and willingly.

　　 But no one reacted like Baron Doyle.

　　 "No, my lord, no objections, no wow!"

　　 Thales' brows twitched.

　　 I saw old Doyle crying and crawling around and everyone was startled:

　　 "With you here, as the Seven Servant of the Stars, the Doyle family of Jinghe, we will follow each other to the death ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah oh oh oh oh

　　 The old baron with a blue nose and swollen face was still waiting to say something. His shrewd wife quickly covered the baron's mouth with her eyesight and hands, and dragged him back into the crowd with D.D.

　　 Thales exhaled.

　　 He turned his head and continued to pace.

　　The crowd surrounding them, whether guard servants or guests, instinctively made way for the prince.

　　 Until Thales stepped into the field, stepped onto the lowest ground, standing at the same height as Anke, who was tight.

　　 "As for you..."

　　 But Thales didn't stop, but steadily moved forward towards the center of the hall.

　　 Anke looked up in a daze, slightly surprised.

　　He realized: As long as the sword in his hand catches two steps, he can reach the prince.

　　 The closest D.D reacted first, he put down his father and hurried forward, and at the same time exclaimed:

　　 "Your Highness!"

　　 The guard who followed Thales down quietly also noticed something wrong, and Mallos frowned and raised his voice:

　　 "Your Highness, it's close enough!"

　　 Lord Godwin panicked:

　　 "Prince Thales! Your daughter..."

Beside 　　 Mallos, Vogel, who was furiously beaten by a series of accidents, directly ordered:

　　 "Walk up! Protect Your Highness!"

　　 In the lobby, the stunned guards and the tense royal guards acted at the same time. Their footsteps were chaotic, and the guests cried out in exclamation.

　　Until Thales roared loudly, shocking everyone who was out of shape:

　　 "Stop!"

　　He turned around and raised his arm, pointing straight at Doyle who rushed forward:

　　 "Stay back!"

　　 "You all stand back!"

　　The royal guards all breathed together.

　　 In the eyes of the crowd, Thales turned his head back in spite of Mallos' frown and Vogel's anxiety.

　　 Look at Anke who subconsciously raises a sword to defend himself.

　　 "Since my guest has the courage to go single-handedly and bring a sword to the meeting," Thales moved his gaze away from the opponent's dagger, focused on Anke's eyes, and kept walking:

　　 "Then I naturally have the courage to stand in front of him and look directly into his eyes."

　　 Anke shuddered.

　　 "Calm down!"

　　 In the chaos, Mallos ignored Vogel's ("Get him back!") angry protest:

　　 "His Royal Highness has already spoken!"

　　 He raised his fist to stand up to the crowd, signalling the royal guards to stay calm.

　　 Seeing Mallos openly set the tone, Vogel could only grit his teeth and shut up, glaring at the watchman's presumptuous behavior.

　　 Finally, Thales stood in front of Anke, facing his anger and misery.

　　 "Duke Thales," Anke lowered his dagger and looked at the Duke with resentment:

　　 "Why?"

　　 Thales’ face is as sinking as water, not impatient or impatient:

　　 "Why?"

　　He gave a cold snort:

　　 "Anke Bailar."

　　 "Do you think you can come to my place grandiosely and do whatever you want, do you think you caught my vitals, hurt me with it, threaten me?"

　　 Anke clenched the sword in his hand.

　　His eyes have been hovering between Thales' chest and abdomen.

　　 This made Vogel more nervous, and constantly urged Mallos to take action, but the latter remained unmoved.

　　 Like Thales, he doesn’t care.

　　 "I don't know who gave you this bad idea, but, duel?"

　　 Thales gave a chuckle and glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally:

　　 "Because I came back from the north?"

　　 Thales turned slowly, turned his back indifferently with his hand holding a sharp blade, and the emotionally unstable Anke:

　　 "You, and the people behind you, you don’t know, I have faced such difficulties and problems in my life, struggling to survive between the last most desperate choice."

　　 Thales glanced around the guests around him, then turned his head.

　　 He looked dumbfounded, and seemed to hesitate whether to take the opportunity to violently attack the prince Anke.

　　"Now, Anke, no matter who you are or whose person you are."

　　 Thales spoke in a cold voice, ignoring the other's blade, and continued to approach each other amidst the sound of everyone's inhalation until there was less than half an arm between them.

　　 "Whether you are for yourself or for others."

　　 Thales said solemnly:

　　 "Choose it."

　　 At such a close distance, Thales found that the other party was trembling all the time, breathing chaotically, and his expression was uncertain.

　　He is not in the state.

　　 Thales in the senses of **** knew it at a glance:

　　 Regarding the opponent's current situation, let alone a duel, even the sword style may not be the standard.

　　 "Choose?"

　　Anke finally couldn't help it, and spoke angrily.

　　 "Either kill you, or, or..."

　　His breath is so heavy that he can almost hit Thales’ face:

　　 "You didn't give me a choice at all, did you!"

　　 Anke's eyes are red, his expression is ferocious, and his short sword can't help shaking.

　　 made the viewers worried, and couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for His Royal Highness—Marius had to hold on to Vogel, who was gnashing his teeth, and never let go of the fist that restrained everyone.

　　 But Telston gave a little bit and whispered:

　　 "Not right."

　　Prince’s tone became serious:

　　 "I gave it."

　　 "I give you not only choices, but also opportunities."

　　 Thales looked at Anke’s desperate and desolate eyes, and tried his best to say sincerely:

　　 "The best opportunity, another choice."

　　 "You know."

　　 Thales’ voice unknowingly brings a trace of anxiety:

　　 "You know!"

　　 But Anke, who looked back at him, was unmoved. The other's eyes changed from hot to cold, from bright to dark, from resentment to loss, from pain to numbness.

　　 Finally, Anke gently closed his eyes.

　　 "Your Highness, can you help me," Anke said quietly, his voice seemed to be immersed in a dark tone:

　　 "Kill me?"

　　The crowd of onlookers and the guards were all startled.

　　 Thales' eyes darkened.

　　 "Of course."

　　 But the next moment, Thales’ voice became cold again:

　　"But only in a duel-on the terms we agreed."

　　Anke was silent.

　　 one second, two seconds...

　　 Until the third second, Anke opened his eyes suddenly!

　　 is moving at the same time, and the sword in his hand cuts the air and drives the wind.

　　 point to Thales!

　　 In the next second, the concentrated crowd suddenly exclaimed!

　　 "No!"

　　 "Damn!"

　　 "Protect Your Highness!"

　　 "It's another murder again!"

　　 The chaotic crowd either retreats, or moves forward, blocking the sight for a while, letting the royal guards who are ready to rescue be restrained!

　　 "Damn! Mallos! Your bad idea..."

　　 Vogel pushed away a guest who was in the way, furious:

　　 "If the prince he—you are done!"

　　 Mallos said nothing, but squeezed his fist calmly to signal his subordinates to maintain order.

　　 Until a violent shout, more and more from the center of the hall, from the center of the chaos!

　　 "In the name of Thales Canxing, I said it! Stand back!"

　　 "Fuck everyone!"

　　 Thales’ voice has never been so furious, even shaking the dome:

　　 "I can handle it!"

　　 The messy scene suddenly fell silent.

　　The guards took a few seconds to restrain the crowd again. The royal guards rushed to the front, headed by Mallos and Vogel respectively, and surrounded the center of the hall to death.

　　 There are only two people left with almost everything in the center.

　　 saw the scene in front of them clearly, many guests took a breath:

　　Anke's sword stayed between the two necks, not moving forward--his sword-holding wrist was being held firmly by Thales, unable to advance or retreat.

　　 And Thales and Anke looked at each other, one calm and the other desperate, trembling slightly in the tense struggle.

　　 Mallos frowned.

　　 Vogel is frightened and must instruct the flag-wing subordinates to move forward:

　　 "Damn it, don't hurry up—"

　　 But Mallos’ words are louder than him:

　　 "Stay steady!"

　　The watchman's fist was raised again, making everyone stagnant:

　　 "His Royal Highness's life cannot be violated!"

　　 Vogel took a step forward.

　　 Mallos said coldly:

　　 "His Royal Highness is dealing with it."

　　 "Don't disturb."

　　 Vogel froze for a while, lowering his voice:

　　"Deal? You are his captain of the guard! In case he encounters an accident..."

　　 This time, Mallos did not swallow, but replies coldly:

　　"Then I am also the captain of his guard."

　　 choked to death the words of the deputy captain.

　　In the field, Thales cautiously appeased the sin of Hell River infused with his arms, blocking Anke’s intentions while preventing the power of ending from becoming a bloodthirsty beast.

　　 "Anke, don't do this."

　　 Thales shook his head, his eyes warned:

　　"The alerter hasn't brought it yet, and our duel has not yet begun."

　　 But Anke shook his head.

　　 "Let go, let them kill me," Anke lowered his voice, his words were full of gloom:

　　 "I must die, I can't go out alive like this."

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 At that moment, he seemed to be back in the prison of bones.

　　 Right in front of him, Barney Jr. wiped the blade to his neck.

　　 "Yes," Thales drove away the unpleasant memories and said firmly:

　　"But this is just the choice he gave you."

　　He balanced the power on his arm, preventing Anke from moving a bit, while staring at the opponent's eyes firmly:

　　 "The one who gave you this sword is not worthy of your death."

　　Anke seemed to be offended, his pupils shrank, showing anger:

　　 "I am not for him!"

　　 Thales does not show any weakness:

　　 "I know!"

　　The prince stared at the pair of eyes that went back and forth between anger and despair, hoping that the other party could understand what he meant:

　　 "So I gave you a chance."

　　 "Grasp it!"

　　 Thales’ voice was a little urgent.

　　 Anke was in a daze.

　　His panting slowly, his pupils refocused:

　　 "Why..."

　　"Because I know you are not his pawn," Thales said firmly:

　　 "I know what you really want."

　　 Thales used his hand to bring the two closer together, and said with a volume that only they could hear:

　　 "You do not come for revenge, nor for personal gain."

　　"Not even your father."

　　 Anke was taken aback for a moment, then unbelievable.

　　 "You, how did you..."

　　 Taylor said coldly:

　　 "Because I believe that we are the same people."

　　 the same people.

　　Anke's palm trembles slightly:

　　"What?"

　　 "But the one who gave you the sword," Thales stared into his eyes:

　　 "He is definitely not."

　　 was separated by a horizontal dagger, the two looked at each other, one insisted, the other lost.

　　Anke's hesitation only lasted for a moment.

　　 He gritted his teeth, his eyebrows twitched:

　　 "He gave me a sword, and you gave me a ‘bet’."

　　Anke stared at Thales fiercely:

　　 "You are all forcing me to take the next step you want."

　　 "Are you different from him?"

　　 Thales was silent for a while.

　　 One second later, the strength of the prince's hands gradually weakened.

　　 "He wants to be a chess player and win the game." Thales whispered.

　　Anke sneered ironically:

　　"And you want to lose?"

　　 Thales raised his head slowly.

　　 "No."

　　 "I just, I just understand..."

　　He is extremely exhausted:

　　"Other chess pieces."

　　 Anke was stunned.

　　 "I said, we are the same kind of people."

　　 Thales said hard:

　　 "Anke Bailar."

　　 Anke's strength loosened, and the distance between the two returned to arm's length.

　　 But the short sword still lay in between.

　　The prince stared at the opponent scorchingly, tentatively touching the opponent's weapon:

　　 "Now, let go and give me the sword."

　　 Anke's eyes were lost, he glanced around, it was like a royal guard facing the enemy.

　　He gritted his teeth:

　　 "I can't."

　　"The chess piece cannot be," Thales put his left hand on the opponent's sword hilt, his eyes firm: "You can."

　　 "Anke Bailar, you can."

　　 Anke lowered his head.

　　 "If I let go," Bailar's eyes regained his clarity, but then he became distressed:

　　"What should I do?"

　　 Facing this question, Thales was silent for a while.

　　 but he quickly raised his head:

　　 "I don't know~IndoMTL.com~ but I will try my best."

　　 Anke snorted, ignorant of feelings, like weeping and laughing.

　　 "I have tried my best."

　　 "No, you didn't," Thales shook his head without any doubt:

　　 "You didn't see me."

　　 "I."

　　 he said firmly.

　　 This time, Anke stared at him for a long time.

　　Under Thales’s gaze, the other person’s eyes went through a series of confusion, pain, torture, struggle, anger, and resentment.

　　 finally returned to relief and silence.

　　 The next second, Thales felt a lightness in his hand.

　　 And in front of him, Anke's body dropped forward.

　　 "咚!"

　　 only heard a muffled sound. Under the gaze of countless lights, Anke closed his eyes and knelt down beside Thales, his whole body weakened.

　　 Thales let out a sigh of relief, raised the dagger in his hand flat, and turned around with a complicated mood.

　　 "It seems that the duel failed."

　　 He raised the volume, and returned to the one-and-done Duke of Xinghu, forcing away many onlookers like a blade.

The Duke 　　 stepped forward and walked towards Mallos, who had been holding his fist.

　　 Thales nodded, feeling unspeakable at the same time, forcing himself to say the same as before: "The gambling appointment is unfinished."

　　 "It's a pity.".

　　 Under countless surprised gazes, Mallos waved his hand.

　　 The royal guards who had prepared for a long time rushed forward, and brutally suppressed Anke, who had given up resistance and had a numb face, firmly on the ground, tying his fives.