Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 113: The flop

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"Trust you? The only way? There is no better choice?"

King Kessel chewed these words thoughtfully.

Tyles controlled his breathing, staring at the king.

The king paused for a while and sneered.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter was terrible, and the surrounding lights flickered.

Thyls clenched his fists unknowingly, and felt his chest dull and the surrounding air was also heavy.

But he has nowhere to go.

The laughter slowly disappeared.

"As far as I can see, the Duke of Thales of Starlake Castle," The Ironfist King's tone calmed down, but he became more frightening:

"The crown is not on your head."

The crown.

An inexplicable heart palpitations hit Thales, making Thales breathing slightly confused.

"Even if you don't go this way," the king said lightly:

"The wheels of the kingdom are also destined to never stop."

The young man pressed his fist against the table, feeling the oppression and pain from the fist and the strange agitation of the sin of the prison river.

He knows what the other person cares about.

He knows.

Or, he thought he knew?

Thyls took a few deep breaths and raised his head:

"Of course, you are the supreme king of all the stars."

The Ironfist King has no expression on his face.

"You can just ignore me, scorn Xihuang, and vote down this proposal."

Thyls adjusted his mood and changed the subject.

"Anyway, you are full of confidence, and the cards in your hand are more than the ‘Sand King’."

He points to the letter on the table, maintaining a steady tone:

"Just like you can threaten Jane to replace the Western Wilderness, and force Nanan to lead you to pull the cart, change the place, and do it again."

King Kessel disdainfully sneered.

"But what's the price?"

In the next second, Thales will turn his head:

"In order to implement the'Sand King', father, how much have you invested and how much have you paid?"

Listening to Thales, King Kessel frowned slightly.

"Whether it is the costly preparations, the staggering scale of the royal standing army, or the western front line that has been in operation for more than ten years..."

The prince is not in a hurry, he whispers:

"Human and financial resources, including the political game behind the scenes, are not easy tasks, even the timing is too rare-it’s not that there is a hapless prince out every year, so you can use it Excuses and bait."

The king snorted.

"If you plan to succeed and reap huge profits, then these costs are nothing, but now, now..."

Thyls paused and looked at each other.

King Kessel pursed his lips, his face tense.

"I guess, the reason why Chief Qiu Ke was crying poor at the imperial meeting, and the reason why the Finance and Taxation Department had insufficient budget," Thales opened his arms to the discussion table:

"At the root of it, or did you mobilize the standing army for expeditions for the sake of the'Sand King', violently and depleted the treasury?"

At that moment, King Kessel raised his eyes suddenly, his gaze sharp as if it were real, and he pressed towards Thales every inch.

The atmosphere in the room is extremely depressing.

"The bargaining chip, the orphan of the Emory family."

After a few seconds, the king said coldly:

"Where is she?"

The young man let out a breath and glanced at Jen's letter:

"So, father, you are not reconciled, and you don't want to just give up the efforts of the'Sand King' in vain, deny yourself, and give up all your previous achievements."

The eyes of the Ironfist King are getting colder and colder.

But Thales' tone became more severe. He resisted the pressure and insisted on finishing his words:

"Otherwise, father, your so-called'Sand King' plan would be tantamount to a tyrannical act of wilfulness."

"The gain is not worth the loss, it will harm the kingdom."

"The sin is forever."

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes reached the peak of coldness, and there was nothing to add.

The unextinguished light in the room seemed to be feeling something, flashing violently in this second, as if shivering.

"It seems that the sword that Falkenhauser gave you is really useful."

The king’s meal is profound and ominous:

"Makes you arrogant and confident."

But the prince just gave a wry smile, ignoring the king's hint.

"But this is not over yet."

The iron-fisted king's eyes locked on Thales, almost nailing him through.

Tales said loudly:

"Following the defeat of the'Sand King'..."

"The standing army of the royal family regained the camp of Bladeya, disarmed and retreated, and died down."

"The people from the Western Wildernesses bowed their heads and returned to their hometowns, with grayed heads and humiliated faces, thinking they were unlucky."

"The second prince arrived in the royal capital safely, and the father and son were reunited, and the duke was appointed as the nobleman."

"These appearances of calm and tranquility keep the vast majority of people in the kingdom in the dark: they sleep peacefully and do not know the truth."

Tyles squinted his eyes:

"Father, you still have Falkenhauser-if he is the only one-you all know the undercurrent of the'Sand King', know what happened a few months ago, and it didn't happen What."

King Kessel said nothing, but his eyes were faint, reflecting the reflection of the lights.

"When you all passed by, you saw the sharp blade behind each other."

"It's just that both parties have superb acting skills and sufficient restraint to pretend to be ignorant, smile to meet each other, and maintain the most hypocritical peace and the most fragile understanding."

Boom.

Tyles' palms were heavily supported on the desktop, shaking the surrounding unextinguishable lights flickering.

"Trust me, father, this is the last step between Fuxing Palace and the Western Wilderness."

"Behind you is the abyss."

The prince is staring at the king:

"Next time, I won’t be so lucky."

King Kessel lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

An inextinguishable lamp behind him dimmed, pulling the king's profile into the darkness.

Tyles took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"At that time, if you want to deprive the princes of the Western Wilderness of the army and expand the royal standing army, the price will only be higher, and the scene will only become more ugly."

King Kessel did not respond.

He just turned his head silently, and buried his face in the dark place without light.

"Admit it, father."

"The failure of'Sand King' left a big mess, pushing you and Xihuang up to the cliff, and you have no room for maneuver unless you give up completely to reach Xihuang."

Thyls paused to give the other party time to think.

Just now.

"Who?"

The king's voice sounded faintly, as if nothing.

"What?"

Thyls is puzzled:

"Who and who?"

King Kessel has a complicated expression.

"When you left in the morning, your head was full of women."

Woman.

Thyls frowned.

"At that time, you were utterly utterly utterly unconscious," the king said coldly, and light and shadow appeared on his face at the same time, "there is no confidence and courage at all."

"Kingdom, politics, all these things, you, who were dazzled by women, don't care this morning, let alone sacrificing yourself to go to the palace, and make a statement."

King Kessel leaned forward slightly, staring at Thales intriguingly:

"Outside the palace, what changed you?"

Thyls was startled.

What changed me?

He recovered and gritted his teeth:

"It doesn't matter," Thales tried to make himself sound more sincere:

"The important thing is, father."

"Now, when we are desperate, we have another choice."

King Kessel pursed his lips.

Tyles suppressed the restless end power, slowed down his tone, and tentatively said:

"Falkenhauser took the lead in taking a step back and provided the most powerful bargaining chip for this, enough to restrain the Xihuang people."

King Kessel turned his head and grunted uncomfortably:

"Aymore."

The prince nodded and stared at the king:

"Accept it, not to mention making a big profit, at least there is a chance to make up for the huge loss of the'Sand King'."

"Accepting it may not be possible once and for all, but it can avoid the worst consequences to the greatest extent."

"Accept it, let me come forward to communicate, give us a chance, and give us a step forward."

The king hummed softly, noncommittal.

"Believe me, this is the only way, both in reality and in the long run. It is also the most efficient, easiest, most peaceful, and the closest to success."

Thyls became eager unconsciously:

"If you still want to complete the'Sand King', father, at least not let it become a mess, then this is not only the best choice."

"It is the last choice."

Thyls looked straight at the king:

"Father, for the sake of the kingdom, don't just get angry on impulsiveness, and don't drag it until you are dying."

"Let me do it, finish it now, now."

"Before it's too late."

The voice fell, but King Kessel did not immediately answer.

He looked at Thales carefully, as if trying to see every detail on his face.

This makes Thales feel nervous.

Good.

Thyls watched the king's reaction and silently cheered himself up.

This is indeed something he cares about.

At least, he still cares.

Fortunately, he still cares.

Hope, he still cares.

After ten seconds, the king hummed softly.

"The sky is falling in chaos, and the mouth is full of words."

King Kessel changed his sitting position and spoke softly:

"But you avoid the importance and ignore the most important point."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

The king turned his head over, with a playful tone:

"That is: even if I accept this proposal, what is the need for the'Sand King', must you implement it?"

"The Duke of Thales?"

In that second, Thales' eyelids twitched.

He subconsciously pressed his knees.

"Because Falkenhaus gave me the chips."

Thyls took a deep breath and greeted the king's gaze:

"And I, as an introducer, intermediary and guarantor, always get some commissions?"

King Kessel snorted softly.

"So, this is actually a transaction."

The king stared at Thales, his tone increasingly dangerous,:

"The...two-party transaction between Falkenhauser and me."

Transactions.

Thyls clenched his fists.

"You can understand that."

"But my existence is one of the conditions for Falkenhauser to accept the transaction."

"From this transaction, you will get, I mean, gradually get the Western Wilderness and realize the "Sand King"," the prince tried to find logic and tried to convince the king:

"The price is just..."

The next second, King Kessel raised his head suddenly, his eyes were like electricity, and he choked Thales in his mouth.

"No," the king said softly, making his back chill:

"You are not a guarantee or an intermediary."

Kaiser's eyes are like a sword, and he stabs Thales straight:

"You, you are the real bargaining chip."

"Tyles Canstar."

"Heir to the Throne."

Thyls's breath stopped.

"In this deal, I will hand you over to him," the king was slow and timid, but every word was disturbing: "He gave me the Western Wilderness."

"Isn't it."

Thyls frowned tightly.

Damn it.

He won't let this go.

"Listen, father."

He had to start organizing languages ​​again:

"I know what you are worried about."

Thyls racked his brains:

"But please relax. I will not intervene in specific matters. I will not participate in the issuance of any decree. I will not touch even a soldier’s file. I am only responsible for negotiating with the Xihuang people. It’s complicated, even as long as a letter mentions this bargaining chip, coupled with the cooperation of Falkenhauser, they will quickly understand the pros and cons."

"You will do all the rest—"

At this moment, the king suddenly said loudly, interrupting the prince:

"And people will understand!"

Thyls was astonished for a while, and saw King Kessel sitting upright, his face overlapped with light and dark, light and dark intertwined.

"People will understand that in Fuxing Palace, there is another person besides the king."

The king's accent bit on the "other person" and Thales could not help but breathe.

"No matter what problems they encounter with the king, any."

"Just find this person..."

King Kessel stared at Thales closely, as if strangling his neck in the air:

"The price will not be so high, and the scene will not be so ugly."

The king squinted his eyes and his tone was chilling:

"Because he has a sword in his hand."

"Resistant to the crown."

"Is this what you want?"

King Kessel’s words continue, every word seems to be poisonous:

"The future...Thyls I?"

At that moment, Thales' thoughts froze.

"So, is this what you care about?"

A few seconds later, Thales breathed in a trance, and said with difficulty.

"Whether it's closing down the Mindith Hall, censoring my guards, or calling me into the palace to strike a warning, is that also for this?"

"Tell everyone--there is no ‘another person’ in the palace?"

King Kessel didn't answer, he just snorted and leaned back in his chair.

"Hand over that orphan, that chip."

The King of Iron Fist's eyes sharpened, his words were stern and decisive:

"As for you to go to the palace and seek rebellion, it is the crime of punishment,"

"Just leave it alone."

Thyls raised his head, looking at the king with mixed feelings.

"As you said," King Kessel closed his eyes with a calm expression: "Before it's too late."

"Close it."

Tyles suppressed his full resentment and gritted his teeth:

"But, let me come forward to contact the people of Xihuang..."

But King Kessel only gently raised a finger.

Stopped Thales.

"Forget it."

The king has no expression on his face and whispers:

"For your own good, after surrendering that orphan, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to come forward, let alone intervene."

"Continue to be your Duke of Xinghu with peace of mind."

Tyles feels cold.

"That's it."

The king said coldly:

"Don't talk about the conditions."

"Don't get in the way."

In the way.

The next second, the king opened his eyes, and the conversation turned:

"Then, your guards in Mindith Hall..."

"And those loyal idiots who followed you to revolt..."

Listening to the threatening words of the other party, Thales' eyelids twitched.

Just listen to King Kessel whispering:

"There is no need to be'replaced'."

Replace it.

The two fell silent, and the Ballard room returned to silence.

Thyls suddenly understood.

He understands what the other party cares about since he made this proposal.

It made him a little tired.

"I don't understand," Thales lowered his head and sneered:

"Neither you nor Falkenhausen, why can all people only see it-the crown?"

King Kessel glanced at him.

"Is it really so mysterious and precious enough to capture everyone's soul?"

"What we are talking about, it is clearly the future of the kingdom," Thales raised his eyebrows, his words irritating:

"And you, are you born for the stars or for the crown?"

King Kessel heard the words, hummed indifferently, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"You don't understand, maybe it's because..."

"It's not on your head yet."

Tyles gritted his teeth.

The next second, the king's expression sharpened.

"I ask again: the orphan of the Emory family, where is she?"

Tyles clenched his teeth, ignored the faint threat in the other's tone, and forced himself to calm down.

He couldn't convince him.

At least not in this way.

This is not enough.

Not enough.

Thyls took a deep breath.

He wants to...pay more.

Even himself.

Thinking of this, Thales closed his eyes and opened them again.

"What if I say'no'."

The king raised his eyes, with a playful tone:

"No?"

Tyles held his head high and looked awe-inspiring.

"That's right."

"If you don't accept my terms," ​​the prince's attitude became tough:

"Then there will be no deal, no bargaining chips, no Emore's orphan, no Xihuang people's concession, and Falkenhauser's active cooperation."

Thyls grunted:

"Say goodbye to your Xihuang."

The king's pupils tightened slightly.

"Then if you go to the palace to rebel, you will no longer have a pardon and immunity."

"Yes!"

Thyls answered without hesitation:

"But you, father, you will endure the great trauma and depletion of the failure of the'Sand King', and fall into the predicament that the Western Famine cannot be done, and you will drift away from what you want."

The king frowned.

Tyles paused and chuckled lightly:

"Of course, with the character of the iron-fisted king, you will of course not give up. You will definitely come up with new ways to repair the Western Wilderness, cheat, deceive, and swindle, and you will never give up unless you achieve your goal."

Speaking of which, Thales is solemn:

"Then you will slide down the abyss and explode the Western Desolation in the next failure."

"It's like detonating a barrel of eternal life."

Tyles lowered his head and glanced at King Kessel coldly:

"Trust me, I have seen it, that scene is unforgettable."

The iron-fisted king looks cold:

"Are you threatening me?"

"No," Thales snorted and shook his head:

"I'm just showing you: the future rule of Kessel Canxing V."

Thyls' smile disappeared:

"Western Wilderness is just the beginning. When it gets out of control and can't be dealt with completely..."

"You will finally ignite-the whole kingdom."

King Kessel's expression became more ugly.

"Tell me, father, you really want to be in your own time..."

Talston gave it a bit.

He stared at the king, took a deep breath, and said verbatim: "See the next--"

"The Scarlet Year?"

The Scarlet Year.

The voice fell.

The room is silent.

King Kessel was silent, even more motionless.

Only one pair of eyes looked faintly into the void, reflecting the lights.

I don't seem to care.

And Thales stared at him aggressively.

Until the next second.

"You asked the wrong person."

The king's voice sounded faintly.

"After all, you are the one holding the chips."

The next moment, Thales was full of spirits, only to feel the sin of the prison river roaring angrily in his veins, bringing a tingling sensation like a glow in his back.

It made him restless.

"You should ask yourself: if I don't accept your terms, if I don't want to give you the weight of a crown," the king's words are very slow and crippling:

"Then you would rather die with your chips in your hand and just sit on the sidelines..."

"Watching the stars fall to the ground, the kingdom burns?"

Thyls held back the power of the end, but he couldn't help but startled.

King Kessel lowered his forehead slightly, his gaze shot, like a sword.

"Tell me, Thales Canxing."

Thyls forced himself to look at him, but still swallowed unconsciously.

"Do you want to witness the Scarlet Year in your lifetime?"

The king downplayed authenticity:

"Trust me, I have seen it."

"The scene was unforgettable."

Thyls's breath was stagnant, waiting to be rebutted, but he stopped talking.

The king sneered.

"Look, if you really understand what'born for the stars' is, then you shouldn't hesitate about this question."

"As for whether the'Sand King' is executed by you, you shouldn't care."

Thyls was startled when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to answer.

"So, this will be the last time I ask you," the king's voice gradually strengthened, no longer indifferent, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, "this is your last chance."

"That chip, the orphan of Emory."

"Where is it?"

Tyles lowered his head and bit his lip.

Not enough.

Not enough.

King Kessel will not accept his terms.

He will not tolerate any "transactions" beyond his control.

Neither will allow even a slight flaw on the crown.

The kingdom, the stakes, even the Scarlet Years, these are not enough to convince King Kessel.

Not enough to persuade—the iron-fisted king.

The rhetoric, intimidation and temptation are all invalid.

He has to do more.

More.

More!

The crime of the prison river seemed to sense his mood, and it rushed in, overflowing all over his body.

[If you want to enter this circle, Thales, or even climb to the top. 】

[The first thing to do is to bow your head and proclaim your courtiers, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas rule all of you, and turn you into something you can’t recognize. Only in this way, you Only to start playing this game can you play well. 】

Bend your head and become a minister.

Open your mind and body.

Become...something I can't recognize.

So, in any case, he has to play this card.

Even if it means a dead end.

Amidst the excited roar of Hell River Crime, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:

"Father, listen..."

But the next second, his father hummed and shook his head to interrupt him:

"Well, I see what you mean, kid."

King Kessel moved his eyes and uttered a name:

"Baylar."

Thyls was taken aback:

"What?"

The king gently rubbed the back of his hand, thinking:

"That assassin in the banquet duel is called by this name, right?"

Thyls clenched his fists.

Bailar.

What?

"I guess, because Falkenhauser gave you that sword, that bargaining chip, that orphan, you have become confident, confident, and daring to seek rebellion to achieve your goals."

King Kessel put away the harshness in his tone and restored his calm:

"But you weren't like this in the beginning—at least not when you left here: before and after you leave the palace, you are like two people."

"The bargaining chip that makes you proud can only be obtained during the time you are out of the palace."

At that moment, Thales was shocked.

"As for the assassin in a duel."

King Kessel looked indifferent, rubbing the back of his hand intently:

"He happened to be one of the people you met in the secret department after you left the palace today."

"It also happens to be one of the few people who can talk to you about kingdom politics, and also happens to be from the Western Famine."

"The orphan of Emory, and the skull with four eyes, they also happen to be from the Western Wilderness."

"Middle said before his death: There is no coincidence in politics."

At that moment, Thales' brain stiffened.

What...

King Kessel raised his head, looked at him, and sneered:

"So that's why, at your homecoming banquet, the assassin did not want to commit suicide after failing, but dropped his weapon."

The king stared at him like a hunter holding down his prey:

"Because he counts on you."

"Look at that famously compassionate Prince Thales, and go back to him afterwards."

"Falkenhauser's real sword, the bargaining chip that can overturn the Western Wilderness-Emore's orphan-is handed over to you."

Thyls forced himself to maintain his expression, but he was sweating unconsciously.

The king gave a sharp look:

"And, only for you."

"To challenge me."

"Overturned."

Hearing this, Thales is breathing disorderly.

Not possible.

No.

His chips, the only card he can use to bargain with King Kessel...

In this way, easily opened by the opponent?

The king chuckled and stopped looking at Thales.

It seems that the latter is no longer important.

"It doesn't matter, Morat will pry everything out of his mouth."

King Kessel said leisurely:

"Including the orphan."

Pry out everything.

Tyles' pupils slowly dilated.

Bailar.

Anke Bailar.

[Thank you, Your Highness. 】

[Thank you for your willingness to come here to listen to my voice-or last words. 】

[Although there is no sunshine here, it's not so dark, right. 】

No.

Thinking of this, Thales took a breath and gritted his teeth with difficulty:

"No, you are wrong. Falkenhauser has a secret communication channel with me..."

"That's someone else," Kessel V interrupted him without hesitation: "Other people you met after leaving the palace."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to know that this orphan is alive."

The king doesn’t even look at him:

"Regardless of the people you meet when you go out of the palace or the places you have been to, the secret department will know what to do."

People encountered.

Places I've been to.

Lilian, Jenny, the abandoned house...

No.

Thyls couldn't believe it, his breathing gradually stiffened.

King Kessel raised his brows in a relaxed tone:

"Don't worry, that orphan, she will soon regain her title with the support of the royal family and become the Baroness of Emory."

"Her last name is destined to stay in history."

The king is authentic:

"If her father knew about it after his death, maybe he would be proud of it?"

The name stays in history.

Thyls was in a trance.

[Then, Your Highness, what is the price? 】

【The Bailar family will become a traitor and a target of public criticism. 】

[Tina, she will never, never, never forgive me. 】

No.

No!

Thyls looked up suddenly!

Under the urging of the crime of the prison river, an unprecedented resentment surged into his chest.

The boy no longer concealed, but stared at the king angrily.

"You didn't listen to me seriously at all, did you?"

Tyles gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"You have talked to me for so long, just want to figure out where did I know about the orphan Emory."

King Kessel sneered indifferently.

"Thank you, boy, but your task is completed."

"By the way, no matter who is following you in this farce," the king said calmly, but he said: "They will pay the price."

"For your folly."

Thyls took a breath.

Wiya, Rolf, D.D, Glover, and Cohen who was tricked by himself...

No.

"You can't do this." The prince said hard.

"Remember, I didn't give you a chance—many times."

King Kessel did not even go to see him, and responded indifferently:

"You gave up yourself."

The King of Iron Fist gently stretched out his hand and moved the handle on the table to notify the people outside.

"Now, get out of my meeting room."

He used a deep voice to make a conclusion for the whole conversation:

"Go and ask Mariko Pioneer: How many lashes should you get if you break into the palace without permission and offend the king."

At that moment, Thales only felt terribly cold.

————

Western Wilderness, Wasteland, Fusha Palace.

"Oh, scared man, come here and play chess with me!"

The Duke Falkenhaus by the window tightened his cloak tightly and waved to the moron behind the pillar.

The tall and strong Desolate Man turned his head, approached the Duke, and flicked his braid back and forth.

A younger guard looked at the jagged tattoo on the Skeleton, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword vigilantly, but was held down by another older guard.

Bone Man walked past this nervous young guard, without even looking at him, as if he was used to it.

He came to the Duke of Western Wilderness, smashed his **** on the chair rudely, looked at the chessboard between the two, and frowned.

Falkenhauser gestured happily.

The Wilderness shook his head, his words were stiff and unpleasant:

"Gooh, no."

Falkenhauser sighed and waved his hand quickly:

"I know, I know, otherwise what am I looking for you?"

Go Hyuk froze for a while, looked at the chessboard, and then at the Duke, with a look of contempt.

He pointed to the moon in the sand outside the window:

"Little crow's head, go, chase."

Gouch's words are awkward and hard to understand, but Falkenhausen seems to have no trouble, he shook his head.

"No, no, let Deler go. He has to rush back to Wing Castle to prepare for the important tasks." The Duke looked at the winning record for the whole afternoon with pain:

"Furthermore, why do you chase him back, I can't play him again."

"Little bone cub, here, chase."

"My son's chess art was taught by me. Playing with him...it's boring."

Falkenhauser slapped:

"Come on, play chess!"

Gao He snorted angrily, stretched out his hand, and moved the chess piece randomly.

"Oh, how can you move the queen first, Scary, it's not like that, but it doesn't matter, you see, I will eat it..."

"Huh."

"Tsk tusk tusk, you are not clever at this step, it is equivalent to giving me a child to eat, Pata! Hahaha!"

"Goo Hyuk, I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will understand if you lose too much..."

"Go Hyuk, Fan."

"Don't go, let the servant give you what you want to eat and drink, come, come, let me take a step..."

"Go Hyuk, kill!"

"Ouch, don't be angry, scared man, just play chess, the outcome is not important..."

After going back and forth, Falkenhausen played happily. Not long after, the chessboard was already full of chess pieces that Goh had taken.

After finishing the last step, the Duke grasped Gao He's hand contentedly, pushed down the latter's king, fell back on the chair, and sighed:

"Ah, it's been a long time since I had such a great victory! Cool! Cool! Cool!"

Falkenhauser leaned in the chair, shaking his head.

But the Desolate Man stared at Falkenhauser with a contented look, muffled:

"Bone cub, kill."

Falkenhauser's smile disappeared as soon as he said this.

The Duke left the back of his chair and looked at the Bone Man coldly, his face disgusting and terrifying.

And Go Hyuk glared back at him without showing any weakness.

A few seconds later, the Duke of the Western Wilderness smiled and waved his hand:

"Nonsense, I'm playing chess, it's okay to kill anyone."

But Go Hyuk shook his head, his eyes became scary.

The guards around felt uncomfortable.

"Bone Cub," the Desolate Man said solemnly:

"Killing, killing people."

Falkenhauser's smile solidified again.

He pointed to Gao He and shook his head:

"You..."

"Bone baby, deceive," Gao He gritted his teeth, and instantly became hideous:

"Go Hyuk, kill! Kill!"

The Desolate Man’s abnormality made the surrounding Duke’s guards nervous, until Falkenhauser raised his hand and signaled that there was nothing wrong.

The lord of the ruins sighed.

"Well, I'm telling the truth," Falkenhauser held up the chessboard, his eyes were far-reaching:

"I am a little irritable."

Only you can tell, Scar Man.

The guardian duke of the Western Wilderness looked out the window dreamily:

"You know, when you wait, it's the worst."

Go Hyuk showed a cruel smile:

"Killing?"

The Duke shook his head in disdain:

"Oh, I can't be happy to kill!"

Goo Hyuk was obviously disappointed, he muttered, got up and left in disappointment.

"Tell me, Scar Man."

When Gao He turned around, Falkenhauser suddenly spoke:

"Have you ever gambled? Just...pay money, say one thing, and if you get it right, you win?"

The Bone Man frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"Go Hyuk, no."

"At least you saw someone else bet," Falkenhauser sighed:

"I mean, before you open the prisoner-of-war box and escape from the Shalarun Department with my back?"

Go Hye thought carefully for a while, his brows tightening.

Seeing his appearance, Falkenhauser said helplessly: "Well, I won't make it difficult for you..."

"Fifty-eight before the migration period," Gao He suddenly said, interrupting him: "Kaligri, the cage."

"Luma, gamble."

Falkenhauser's expression changed, and he patted the table in front of him with interest.

Go Hyuk sat down again.

"Well, so, when your tribe went to Kaligri, you played the cage...Who did your brother bet on? Clan warriors? Slaves? Exiles? Sand thief? Or beasts?"

The wild bones show a cool color:

"Go Hyuk, murder."

Falkenhauser's eyes lit up:

"Ha, your brother placed a bet, you end up in a duel and kill someone?"

Go Hye nodded.

"Look at you Zhanwen, you win-how many kills?"

Gao He stood up, stripped off the clothes on his back, and placed a few jagged tattoos like Shu Jiazhen.

"Eight? Wow!"

Falkenhauser exclaimed: "I guess you got rich?"

But Gao He was silent for a while and shook his head:

"Luma, lose."

"What?"

Falkenhauser frowned puzzled:

"But you are still alive, how did your brother lose and make a wrong bet?"

Go Hyuk's expression dimmed.

"Bujue, gambling, blood thorn lizard."

Falkenhauser's smile gradually faded.

"Oh, your tribe has ordered your brothers to fight and fight each other."

The Duke sighed:

"This is the highlight, I guess, he wants to attract heavy bets and make a lot of money."

Go Hyuk gritted his teeth and his cheeks trembled:

"Luma, no."

"Go Hyuk, no."

Falkenhauser nodded:

"Of course, you refused, so you can only lose money?"

The Scavenger paused.

For a while, he looked up with difficulty:

"Tribe, murder. Cage owner, murder. Holy chief, murder. Tribe, murder. Shaman, murder."

The Duke shrugged:

"Yeah, I guess so, everyone is very upset, especially the people who placed the bet—I heard someone say it."

He snorted softly:

"Your tribe placed the beast cage, and maybe he took a bet, but he didn't complete the duel, he must have lost his life."

Go Hyuk did not speak.

The Huangguren just shook his head with a terrifying look: "Minister, poor."

"Luma, pay, fate."

Falkenhauser paused.

Go Hyuk clenched his teeth and trembled, raised his head:

"High, fine, live."

The Duke of Western Wilderness did not speak.

He just sighed, reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder.

Go Hyuk turned his head and showed a hideous expression toward the invisible void.

"Ah, I remember, your **** old tribe," Falkenhauser frowned, suddenly said:

"Then the hapless guy who was chopped from the bottom to the top with an axe from the **** to the ribs and wailed until dawn?"

Go Hyuk snorted and didn't answer.

Falkenhauser chuckled:

"Good job, scarred man, avenge your brother."

Gao He didn't say a word. After a while, he suddenly looked up.

"Bone boy, bet?"

Falkenhauser was taken aback, understood and nodded.

"Yes, I'm also betting," the Duke looked to the east and laughed:

"Bet on another...blood thorn lizard."

Go Hyuk frowned.

"Tsk tusk," Duke Xihuang shook his head and said:

"You can place a bet, how do you say, six full years."

Falkenhauser was gradually fascinated.

The Desolate Man shows a ruthless look:

"Go Hyuk, murder, bone cub, gamble."

"Of course," Falkenhauser smiled:

"If it's a murder, scary guy~IndoMTL.com~I will let you go and place the bet on you."

"But, no, it's not."

The Duke’s eyes sharpened:

"The key to my gambling is not killing people."

"It's a bet on my one, Gao He in the royal capital, can he give up everything."

Go Hyuk showed a puzzled look.

"Bet on him, bet on whether he wants to be like your brother."

The Duke Falkenhauser's face was cold, and he swept away all the chess pieces on the table with a big wave:

"Pay your own life."

"Change your life."

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