Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 83: Family study origin

Latest URL:

Why? "

Raphael's face is not good, and he responds coldly.

"There is no why," Thales stood in front of the portrait of "Lone Sail" Noah Almond, gritted his teeth and raised his head:

"I want to see him."

Raphael shook his head:

"I don't think..."

"I know he is here," Thales interrupted him, trying to adjust his thoughts, and insisting categorically:

"After the banquet, he was directly escorted here."

In the corridor of Secret Section, under the gaze of the intelligence chiefs on the wall, Raphael fixedly stared at Thales.

"What do you want to do?"

"Do nothing."

Tels calmed down and made up his mind:

"But he is one of the mess I have left."

"I must see him."

"Immediately."

Looking at Thales's unwavering expression, Raphael had to frown:

"I can't decide, I need to ask the Lord first, tomorrow..."

"You shied a day in front of me," Thales interrupted him mercilessly:

"For the sake of the past, do you have to be useful?"

Raphael pursed his lips.

But right now.

"If you really want to see him, Your Royal Highness, it's not impossible."

The two turned their heads together.

The speaker was an acquaintance with a cane.

He stood under the portrait of "The Pale Baron" Sancho Doyle, respectful and humble.

"Nob?"

Raphael looked at the visitor in surprise:

"What are you doing here?"

As the highest person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Division in the Western Wilderness, Nob did not answer, but looked at Thales quietly.

The prince glanced at Raphael and turned to Nob.

"Are you serious, Nob?"

"Can you really take me to see him? Anke Bailar?"

Nob nodded and bowed respectfully: "I have permission."

"Please follow me."

Tyles exhaled and moved forward.

"Wait a minute," Raphael pressed Thales' shoulders, his face sullen:

"Nobu, this is none of your business."

"Don't interfere with my case."

Thyls speaks dissatisfied:

"Hey..."

Knob clicked on the cane to signal the prince not to worry.

"Listen to me, Raphael."

Nob patiently and authentically:

"Anke Bailar is a nobleman of the Western Wilderness. In this case, I think my long-term lurking experience in the Western Wilderness can help..."

"I don't need it." Raphael refused.

But this time, Nob didn't back down.

"But the Lord needs it."

Xihuang’s intelligence chief said lightly:

"In fact, he has assigned to me the interrogation and investigation of Anke Bailar before being transferred to the trial hall."

Raphael was startled:

"When?"

"Just now," Nob said without making any waves:

"And I think that letting His Royal Highness see him may help the case progress."

At that moment, Raphael frowned and looked at Nob, while the latter looked back at the Desolate Man.

The two of the secret department met in the air.

"Your Highness," Nob gently gestured with his hand out:

"Shall we go?"

Tyles looked at Raphael and moved forward decisively.

"Really..."

Walking past the side of the Bone Man, Thales glanced at Raphael displeasedly, ironically:

"Why do I want you? Cohen Karabyan?"

Raphael stood in place, his face as if sinking into an ice cellar.

Nob smiled slightly and turned to lead the way:

"If you are not at ease, Raphael, welcome to accompany you."

He became friendly and humble again.

Raphael was silent and expressionless.

The figures of the prince and Nob fade away.

The Scavenger looked coldly at the "Black Messenger" Mason Zonneveld on the opposite portrait. A few seconds later, he took a step and quickly followed.

Thyls quickly realized that the place he was going was not simple.

They walked around, in an inconspicuous corner, stepping on a stone ladder that sank into the ground.

Different from the coldness on the ground, the underground corridors of Secret Branch are heavily guarded and heavily locked. The police Ludor dog sniffing has encountered several waves, even if Raphael and Nob clear the way, Tyre Si still felt slow and struggling.

"Necessary security checks," Nob explained patiently while being checked by a guard:

"Especially if you are here, this is even more important."

Tyles grinned reluctantly, staring at a Rudor dog sniffing close to him sobbing back.

And when the guards opened a heavy iron gate and led them into another damp and smelly corridor, countless agitation came from the darkness on both sides:

"It's this point again-can you leave some room for those who want to sleep! Why, the fortress is lost, the northern border is lost, and now even the dignity of my diplomat is lost!"

"His Royal Highness! Your Royal Highness! Your legs and feet are getting better? Great! I knew that those villainous tricks of usurping the throne and changing reserves will not succeed... No, Your Highness, you must stop your Majesty, he I can’t marry that woman..."

"He came, with the babble of the devil, he came, with the conspiracy of the gods, he came, with the cruelest destiny in the world..."

"They must be lurking for a long time. They secretly communicate with the rebels. They also want to instigate Lord Duke, hold him as king, enter the Star City, and change the dynasty! Everyone, yes, it must be all of them together, Collusion to murder the Duke! Xinghui, Xinghui, Long live Xinghui, some people, some people have to pay..."

"Damn bastard! I knew that there was a problem with the battle in the altar! The **** conqueror of the desert **** altar! shit!"

"Listen to me, it's Saoirsa, Prince Saoirsa, it must be her! She has relatives in Vine City, and the people there specialize in herbal medicine, knowing this best... and the Fragrance Chamber of Commerce. Those profiteers, they have always been dissatisfied with Prince Bank’s policies, and they have stirred up trouble with the blood bottle gang..."

In the darkness, the figures in the cells on both sides were not real, but the howls and crying were mixed together, making Thales uneasy.

"This is a special cell of the secret department, a little dark and a little complicated," Nob turned a deaf ear to his face, his expression unchanged:

"Please bear with me."

Thyls coughed slightly: "These people..."

"I have long been convicted by the trial hall," Raphael took the conversation:

"Should have been imprisoned for life in the prison of bones."

"But some people have special identities, some still have some value, and some are not suitable for serving sentences outside of the Kingdom's Secret Section."

Nob sighed:

"At the Yaga camp, if the brazier is not dead, he should be taken here at this moment."

Raphael glared at him:

"As you can see, many people are out of order--there are ghosts in their hearts, so naturally they are not strong."

Nob shook his head:

"They are just immersed in the past and hard to extricate themselves."

Raphael's eyes are getting worse when he sees him.

Immersed in the past.

Tyles' complexion sank slightly, and what appeared in his mind was the magical journey named Black Path in the belly of Longxiao City.

Nob sighed:

"I still remember that Lord Hansen told everyone: To forget is the greatest happiness."

Raphael hummed softly:

"Why don't I remember, when did he say it?"

Nob twitched his mouth:

"Thirty years ago."

Thirty years.

Rafaelton was silent.

Thyls couldn't help asking:

"Then how old are you this year?"

In the endless howls, Nob respectfully nodded:

"Forty-two."

Thyls curled his lips and said nothing.

They crossed an iron gate again and shut the howl behind them.

What appeared in front of me were airtight cells with thick iron doors, each with a small gate to communicate with the outside world.

Thyls was stopped here.

"I know you will come," a thick voice came from behind a cell, Thales seemed to have known each other:

"I just didn't expect it to be so fast."

The prince frowned and turned his head: a face of vicissitudes appeared at the gate.

"By the way, boy, last night's wine was really awful," this is a sloppy but resolute man, holding the iron bar on the gate, he stares at Thales:

"Hangover till now."

Raphael and Nob glance at each other, and then they stop talking.

Tyles was silent for a while before he hummed coldly:

"Of course not as good as the wine here."

"Master Aaron."

The prince continued forward, leaving Val Allende behind.

Nob followed.

"I said, he will be in big trouble," the jailed North Guardian Duke silently stared at Thales:

"It's older than you, Xiaohuangcai."

Hearing this name, Raphael stopped at the end and looked at Var behind the iron gate with complicated eyes.

"Eat more vegetables in the future, Lord Duke."

Raphael watched him for a long time, then slowly said:

"Don't just drink."

After speaking, the Desolate Man turned and left.

"Wait a minute."

Raphael looked back.

Val touched the iron gate with an elbow and was silent for a few seconds before slowly handing a folded piece of letter paper out of the gate.

Raphael frowned.

"You know, she won't reply to your letter."

Val's eyes darkened.

"I know."

The Duke's eyes fell on Raphael's hands.

The latter subconsciously backs his hands.

"But at least, it will let you meet her, child." Val said in a daze.

Raphael looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed.

He walked to the gate, took the letter paper, and collected it carefully:

"All right."

Val grinned reluctantly.

"Thank you."

But in the next second, the expression of Desolate Man returned to indifference:

"But we only use letter crows."

After saying that, Raphael closed the gate roughly.

Shut Val's face behind the darkness.

Led by Nob, Thales finally came to his destination: a wide room.

"There is a little girl, beautiful and kind, her destiny is not good, she has no mother early..."

But before they even stepped into the room, a bad song came in their ears:

"Come an old pervert, touch the bed drunk, the girl turned her eyes, there is broth on the stove..."

The singing came from a man who sounded triumphant and interested.

"That's my subordinate," Nob guilty embarrassingly to the prince:

"I asked him to step down first."

Thyls nodded, and they walked into the room amidst the ballads hummed by the men.

It's dark, humid, and depressing here.

The first thing that comes into view is the various terrorist equipment:

Limb torture frame, head crusher, lacing wheel, skinning bed, stabbing chair, blood cradle... this is only what Thales recognizes—when I was young, there was a similar place in the Black Gold Casino next to the black street— —Partly, as for the ones he can't name, there are more gadgets on many carts.

Thyls's mood sank.

The figure of a fat man appeared in the center of the room. He turned his back to the door, **** in an apron, wearing gloves and a hood, humming and shaking his shoulders, while rhythmically sorting out the various colors on the cart tool.

"The tongs twisted the egg, twisted and turned it hard, the pervert woke up and shouted, the girl smiled and turned: Just as a skewers, chanting around nine and a half times, the knife pressed the stick and wow the tip of the knife to mix in, peel the skin and then speak Carving a small funnel..."

Anke Bailar—The chief criminal who trespassed at the royal banquet was lying motionless on the central recliner with his eyes closed and naked.

He has obviously lost consciousness, his limbs are tied all over with bruises, and only his lower body is covered with a thin blanket full of blood.

Tyles looked at the blood stains on the couch under him, his heart tense.

Maybe it is the sound insulation effect of the hood. The fat man humming doesn't notice the movement behind him.

He held a hammer in one hand and pliers in the other. He twisted his **** and shook his waist, dancing wildly and singing ecstasy:

"The pervert cried, girl, don't make trouble, you had a good temper last night, and you were so violent tonight? The girl smiled, you admit your mistakes, I am a ogre, eat less tonight, the girl boils in the pot, the broth Does it taste good?"

In the bloody, horrible, dark and insidious torture room, this fat man who is throwing fat and dancing passionately is so peculiar that Nob had to cough awkwardly:

"Gomez."

The fat man didn't seem to hear, he continued to push his hips and swing his waist, and the hammer seductively pushed the buttocks facing the three of them.

Nob had to increase the volume:

"Gomez!"

When there were two cries, both the hammer and the pliers fell to the ground.

The fat man froze in place, maintaining the posture of stroking his butt, and the song stopped.

The room is quiet.

The fat man named Gomez tremblingly took off his hood, stumbling and turning around, the first one to see Thales was shocked:

"Wow!"

Gomez breathed a sigh of relief, he wiped away the sweat on his face after the dance,:

"Where did you come from? Do you know if it is so scary..."

Nob emerged from the darkness:

"Gomez."

"This is His Royal Highness Thales."

Gomez froze again.

In a few seconds.

"Ah, Nobu, you're here early, and I dressed well today! My one is warming up, hehe, warming up," the fat man begged for mercy first, and his face changed when he realized what the other person said:

"Huh? You said the hall, the hall, your lord?"

He stared at him, and looked at Thales, who was expressionless, several times.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh Thales!"

Gomez immediately put on a flattering face, and tried to use his apron to cover the heavy chest fat, incoherently excited:

"I am the one from Xihuang, that, that! Do you remember... that!"

It's a pity that his naked upper body, full of sweat and blood, made his pleasing effect halved.

Thyls had to smile at him.

"Wake up the prisoner." Nob only felt ashamed and covered his face helplessly.

Gomez smirked and said "good", turned around and picked up a **** pliers, and walked enthusiastically to Anke on the couch.

Tyles' complexion changed.

"Wait,"

Nob stopped him in time and glanced at Thales:

"Be friendly."

Gomez lowered his head and dropped his pliers, changed a bucket of cold water, and poured it on Anke.

"Ahem, Tina, ahem--"

Anke on the recliner was poured with cold water, and lifted from the recliner excitedly, as if he was awakening from a nightmare.

"Tina...cough cough..."

He coughed out the water in his mouth painfully, turned around haggardly and weakly, until he saw the straps on his hands and feet, he realized that he was still in a nightmare.

"Didn't you say yes, take a break for a quarter of an hour..."

Anke weakly fell back on the recliner, dying:

"In the middle of the night, I am not tired...you guys...are you not tired..."

Tyles looked at his **** nails, bruised joints, and fading eyes, only to have difficulty breathing.

"Hey, buddy, stay awake!"

Gomez slapped Anke's face vigorously, and patted his eyelids again:

"Someone came to see you!"

Thyls sighed unspeakably and walked to Bailar.

"Anke Bailar."

"It's me."

Anke's loose eyes were confused for a while, and then gradually focused.

"Your Highness?"

He lifted his upper body laboriously to see the boy in front of him clearly.

"Prince Thales?"

Anke's breathing speeds up, his chest rises and falls, and a weak smile is squeezed out:

"How are you doing today?"

He was trembling all over, blood stained under the slipped blanket, occasionally affecting the wound, and even moaning and sweating in pain.

Tyles held back his nausea, helped Anke pull the blanket, and motioned him to lie back.

"I want to talk to him alone." The prince said to the people behind him.

"Now."

Raphael and Nob looked at each other.

Nob motioned to Gomez with his eyes, who reluctantly took out a water bag of the Western Wilderness standard.

"Open your mouth, buddy."

Gomez brought the water bag to Anke's mouth:

"This is the chaka that I specially blended for medical pain relief, so you feel better-damn it, don't drink too much, it's expensive!"

Under Gomez's painful yelling, Anke let go of his pouch, fell on the couch, and laughed.

Raphael has something to say, but Nob patted him on the shoulder, pulling on an aggrieved Gomez.

The three left the torture room.

Leave Thales and Anke alone.

"It's useless, Your Highness."

Anke, with his limbs bound, turned his head laboriously, his sentence intermittently:

"This is Secret Science. Once you leave, they will also come back and force me to repeat what I said to you."

Thyls looked at Anke, who had been tortured, trying not to look at the wound on his body.

"I know," the boy's heart was blocked:

"I just want to make you feel at ease."

Anke stared at him quietly, showing a tired smile.

"You are a good man, Your Highness."

"But, as kind and generous as you, have you found a way to not be a pawn?"

Tyles paused, his eyes gleaming.

[Are there any differences between you and him? 】

At the royal banquet, his last words to Anke are vividly heard:

[I just, I just understand... other chess pieces. 】

This man...

He chose to believe me, so he let go of the sword.

And what can I do for him?

Thales pursed his mouth, thinking of his experience in Ballard's room, and stopped talking.

"I understand."

Seeing the prince’s expression, Anke gasped and understood something: "I'm sorry that I can't help you."

"Whether it is yesterday or now."

Tyles took a deep breath and forced himself to put away his negative emotions.

"No, the case is still on trial, and there is a turning point."

Anke leaned back in his chair, grinning in a grunt.

"You don't have to comfort me, Your Highness."

"The Bailar family has long gone bankrupt, and the family is surrounded by chaos."

He gave a wry smile:

"And I studied the laws of the kingdom before I came..."

"Armed assassination against the royal family, the death penalty is undoubted. What's more, what I did was to provoke the Western Wilderness and the royal family, separate the Seven Servant and the Fuxing Palace, alienate you and your majesty, and even involved in the "Landing Order", the table Many unspeakable secrets are intractable and cause headaches."

"All stakeholders will be happy to fall into trouble."

Anke looked straight at the ceiling and opened his eyes in the dim light:

"I am out of help."

Tyles gets on his recliner, or torture chair, and clenches his teeth.

"Not necessarily."

The Duke of Xinghu remembered the words of the Black Prophet and forced himself to smile:

"I can think of a way to confuse the royal family."

"As for other things, I can go to'communication' with Baron Doyle and persuade him to be kind."

The prince tried to piece together the terms he thought of to make it more beautiful, at least not so pale and weak:

"As long as both sides agree, the debts between your family can be settled safely. As for the land dispute between Yachi Town and Jinghe..."

"No, Your Highness."

Anke interrupted him.

I saw this young Western Wilderness noble smile wryly, looked at Thales in a gentle but desperate manner, and shook his head decisively but weakly.

"We all understand that this is not a problem with Yachi Town and Jinghe."

Thyls' speech was stagnant, and he couldn't continue.

"Your Highness, do you know what the situation is in the Western Famine?"

Anke on the deck chair looked at the prince silently, but his eyes were misty, as if looking far away from the other side of the prison river:

"After the Desert War, Bladefang Dune and the Royal Standing Army, they are like a sharp knife, thrust straight into the heart of the Western Wilderness."

"They used the military control on the western front line to restrict the selfish, xenophobic, conservative and divided princes of the Western Wilderness, which became the best reason for the Fuxing Palace to implement the royal government in the Western Wilderness: "Landing Order", "Frontier County Development Order" ", so that the lords hate their teeth and helpless."

Thyls frowned.

He thought of Grace Town, and remembered the predicament of the Western Desolation that Dre Chroma, Earl of Wingburg, told him on the way back to Yongxing City from the Western Wilderness.

"Yes, in order to save my father's mess, find the turning point of the family and the loopholes in the contract, I have read all the official documents and decree approvals between Xihuang and the Central Government in the past ten years, and it is almost impossible to learn."

Anke flushed and smiled at him.

He breathed more evenly, groaning and moaning no longer, and the pauses between sentences became less.

It seems that Gomez's wine is working.

"But ten years later, the cunning, realistic, passive and exhausted princes of the Western Wilderness have found the most silly way to deal with it."

The worst response?

Thyls was startled.

Anke's spirit improved a little, he thought hard, and the wilt was no longer:

"While they talked full of falsehoods and guilt, let the military control of the blade Ya camp become normal. On the other hand, they deliberately indulged in the flames and made the lower class nobles resentful."

"Over time, the king's order will not be legal if it does not pass the wartime control order. The order will be difficult to implement without the help of the Kingdom's standing army. If it is not for the wings of legend, no one will respect it."

"The conflicts in places like my house and Doyle are getting deeper and harder to solve..."

Anke's eyes gradually converged, and he insisted on speaking out, as if he realized that this was the rest of his short life:

"This turned the desert front line into a talisman for the princes of the Western Wilderness--they wanted to get used to this knife, assimilate it, and make it a king’s trick and restraint at the same time, just like my father’s face. He dragged his **** with huge debts, but made the creditors helpless, hahaha..."

Vision and conspiracy, fanning the flames, dead skin and face...

Thyls took a deep breath.

He remembered what Gilbert had said to him again, the "divided western wilderness".

However, Anke's conversation turned around:

"So this sharp knife inserted in the heart of the West Wilderness exceeded the expectations of both parties and entered the most embarrassing see-saw."

Anke took a strong breath, cherishing the few moments that the drink brought him to ignore the pain:

"Xihuang people hurt: This sharp knife is pierced at the vital point. It has always been the thorn in their most hated eyes, but they have to endure the pain and try to assimilate it into their own limbs and amulets."

"Fuxing Gong Tired: The hand that holds the knife is expensive, but it is not a pull or not to be stabbed, and it is impossible to move forward or backward. It is not worth the loss to make a mess, and it is meaningless to retreat."

Tyles' eyes changed.

At that moment, he seemed to see a black and white chessboard:

On this end is the magnificent and noble star rod in his father's hand, and at the other end is the unremarkable wooden crutch in Falkenhauser's hand.

"Both sides are waiting, and both are waiting, waiting for an opportunity."

"It may be a foreign war, a crisis, a major event. The people of the Western Wilds are waiting for a turning point in the situation, and the Fuxing Palace is waiting for a further opportunity."

Tyles nodded and wiped away a piece of blood that covered Anke's sight:

"I know: such as my return to the country, such as the ownership of the blade tooth camp, such as the invasion of barren species and hybrids, the two sides deal with it back and forth, and see how they move."

"For example..."

Thyls did not go on, but looked at Anke quietly.

Anke smiled hard and nodded weakly:

"And I realized that the only possibility for the Bailar family, who had desperately desperately to do, is to seize this opportunity."

"Let my family's case be on the cusp of the storm and get on this highly anticipated carriage."

Thyls lowered his head and sighed.

"So I must die. It's better to die at the banquet, die in a duel, like a hero, leaving a life-saving talisman for my family, keeping my property, land, and title."

Anke straightened up, ignoring the opening of the wound.

His breathing became quicker, and his voice was much sharper, as if returning to yesterday's shadow of a sword.

"Until..."

"Until you..."

Anke stared at the prince blankly, helplessly and at a loss, with pleadings he didn't even realize.

Tyles shook his hand on the recliner.

"So..."

Anke realized something, he lay back in the chair, and fell silent:

"No one can save me, Your Highness."

"Even you."

"You."

Thyls was speechless.

He was right.

He can't save him.

He couldn't even question his father in the Ballard room.

There was silence in the torture room for a while.

"I'm sorry." Thales said hard, only feeling that his tone was dry and meaningless.

"No."

Anke turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

His eyes are dark.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you, facing the injustice of others, facing desperate demands, facing the suffering of others..."

"You are not indifferent, turn around and wave your sleeves."

"Even if you can."

"Thank you for your kindness at the banquet."

Be kind.

Thyls couldn't help but think of Jayne's words:

[You used power to cut off this hope: whether the duel is won or lost, life or death, whether he kills the prince or never reverses the case, his family will be forever. 】

【You use his humanity to force him to give up the duel, and even force him to survive, stingy, even the mercy of death will not give him. 】

[Now, who is the ruthless person? 】

The prince trembled slightly.

Anke is dumb and authentic:

"Thank you for being here to listen to my voice--or last words."

"Thank you for being as rumored, tolerant, just, kind and wise."

Anke looked at the ceiling, but smiled at the corners of his mouth, as if seeing the beauty in a dream:

"There is no sunlight...but it's not so dark, right?"

Thyls couldn't listen, and slapped him on the cart next to him.

He took a deep breath and looked back:

"Anke, I promise you, about your father and the Doyle family..."

"Not important anymore."

Anke shook his head blankly.

"I know my father, Your Highness."

"He's a **** bastard, self-sufficient, profligate, so happy, self-righteous."

His expression is disgusting and contemptuous.

Thyls looked at him blankly:

"Anke..."

"Marrying him is the greatest misfortune of my mother's life, and marrying her is the greatest luck of my father."

Anke snorted lightly.

"Yeah, in order to grab the attention of the people, I said nothing at the banquet: my father was solely responsible for his own fate," he gave Thales an apologetic smile:

"I know, I always know."

"Even if Doyle's calculations didn't make him ruin the fortune, he will be planted in the hands of others, sooner or later."

"There is nothing special about others."

"It's more of nothing to you."

Thyls didn't speak, he just bowed his head and held Anke's hand, feeling his grip back harder, and continued to listen to his confession.

It's like being in the prison of bones.

Anke is in a daze, telling his troubles like a child:

"In fact, since childhood, my father's best thing is to whip his wife and children, like most fathers in Xihuang."

"Ending the Tali, Teacher Kuradel said that I am very savvy and sensitive to the enemy's offensives. I am very suitable for the Qiangwei line." Anke first scorned, then laughed out of his voice:

"I can only answer him, this is due to practice since childhood, family history."

"The origin of family learning, family learning, hahahaha..."

"Believe it or not," Thales whispered:

"Being good at being beaten is also my family background."

Anke glanced at him, and the two smiled at each other.

"Maybe we should get to know each other earlier and still exchange our experience..."

But the smiles of the Western Wilderness youth are getting bitter, astringent, and heavier.

Thyls listened quietly.

Like this is the last thing he can do.

Barral exhaled.

"I have never been close to my father, and I don't want to pay the bill for the mess he left behind."

Anke shook his head, the entanglement in his eyes became relieved:

"But none of us have a choice, right?"

"Especially our origin."

Never get close to my father.

None of us has a choice.

Especially our background.

At that moment, Thales, who was in a daze, only felt that the hand held by the other party tightened, and the crime of the prison river jumped slightly.

"Anke..." The prince endured the pain and patted the back of Anke's hand lightly to relax him.

But Anke Bailar just stared at the void blankly:

"But my brothers and sisters, they are innocent, just like our mothers."

"They shouldn't be dragged down by the shadow of their parents like me. They should go out of the Western Wilderness and see the world outside, just like I promised them."

Anke regained his senses silently, full of loss:

"But I can't see it anymore."

Tyles closed his eyes.

The shadow of my father...

At that moment, he seemed to see the figure at the end of the long table in Ballard's room, and he seemed to see the throne at the end of the promenade in the chamber.

"They will be fine."

The prince opened his eyes and tried to comfort him:

"Your brothers and sisters, I swear...I will do my best."

Anke looked at him and nodded hard.

"It is impossible to expect Bailar to keep the land of the knighthood so that they will have enough food and clothing..."

Anke seemed to remember something, and tried to confess:

"But my mother, she deposited a sum of money in the Royal Bank during her lifetime, and the voucher is in the hands of our maid, Tina."

"After I died~IndoMTL.com~That might be enough to raise my younger siblings until they reach adulthood--not necessarily. Before I came, I really didn't expect the prices in the capital to be so expensive."

Anke smiled bitterly.

"Just ask for your help, don't let others find out--especially my father's creditors, not just the Doyle family, especially after the land in the town of Crow Crow was taken back."

Tyles exhaled, trying his best to calm his voice and give people confidence.

"I will let people take care of it," Thales said seriously:

"In the Western Wilderness, the Duke of Falkenhauser will sell my face, and Dele Chroma of Wingburg is also my friend."

Actually, he doesn't know if they are his friends.

But he must say so.

Required.

But the next second, Thales' palms trembled.

He hurriedly looked at Anke, only to see that the other party was emotional, his chest rising and falling.

"Anke, don't get excited, keep your strength..."

It took Anke several seconds to recover.

"It doesn't matter, Your Highness."

He sweats profusely and smiles hard:

"Even if I am a human pawn, it is my choice."

Thyls looked at him with mixed feelings.

But his heart moved.

"Speaking of chess pieces," the prince said slowly:

"There is one more thing I can't figure out, Anke."

Anke slowly turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Jane Kevin Deere, as the initiator of the conspiracy, he told me specifically yesterday," Thales said in a deep voice, trying not to let his emotions affect his judgment:

"Let me have time to meet you in jail."

Anke's palm froze.

I saw Duke Xinghu solemnly and authentically:

"He also said: Your Majesty will be very happy."

"Why?"

"Why does he say that? Anke Bailar?"

(End of this chapter)

Latest URL: