Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 199: Fencing

"When I said 'Keep an eye on her', His Royal Highness," Duke Jan's voice sounded in the reception room, with deliberate mockery and repressed anger, and the ominous hint of a storm to come, "I mean Definitely not kidnapping my sister in public..."

However, on the opposite side of the Duke, Prince Thales, who was sitting in a precious armchair, had a blank expression and was absent-minded.

Kidnapping?

The morning light filled the room, Thales looked at the cup of exotic tea on the small table, exhausted.

Yes, kidnapping.

Just, kidnapped by what?

Killed? By the enemy? by power? by the environment? Kidnapped by a strange and unspeakable evil?

The face of the defender appeared in front of his eyes, momentarily groaning and groaning in pain, and then giggling, innocent and cheerful.

Tales' eyes were fixed on the indistinguishable reflection in the cup.

Or is it the fate of each person that cannot be escaped in the rest of their lives?

Jane's merciless accusation continues: "As a prince, as a duke, you irresponsibly ditched your planned itinerary, and swept away the guards in your own right, just for the sake of going to the bottom of the market. A visit, 'Have fun with the people'..."

Disconnect from the plan.

Dump the crowd.

Tales took a deep breath.

The crazy laughter of the monster in the ominous white smoke suddenly sounded in his ears, making him more and more irritable.

Really?

He, Thales Brightstar.

What can he really get out of?

What can I really get rid of?

"Disguised as a clown and a flower girl, went to a place where the three religions and nine classes were mixed to have fun, worked as a street performer, fought in the poor alleys, broke into private houses, left countless messes along the way, and came back with scars..." Zhan was still chattering. .

Scarred.

Tales lowered his gaze: his neck, arms, and legs were wrapped in thick bandages, most of which were covered under his sleeves, exuding the smell of medicine, all of which were left over from yesterday Wounds: bruises, abrasions, scratches, bruises, the pain is irresistible...

Yeah, he's already scarred.

Long before today.

But these are nothing at all.

Compared to Mallos, who was bedridden with a high fever after being carried back last night, and far more than he expected, many of his subordinates who were injured in the spying of the Blood Bottle Gang and the hunt for Lausanne II: Mira, Zombies, Rolf, Vlatten, Nechy...

Even compared to Srimani's final end...

Compare the casualties that occurred in this fight...

"...even a whole carload of celebratory fireworks was lit in the north of the city, triggering the largest gathering of people in recent years and almost crushing the North Gate Bridge..." Zhan En's words were as powerful as ever, as if he was sitting on the highest seat in the courtroom.

But at this moment, Thales heard that the noble and authoritative aura that was deliberately created, placed in the false statements repeated over and over again, would have long since dissipated, like a rag that squeezed out moisture, wrinkled Babagan whirring, looks ugly and smells bad.

"The Vigilance Hall and the Emerald Legion had to mobilize a large number of people to maintain order, just because His Excellency Duke Xinghu, who was visiting in private, was bored while shopping, and wanted to hear a louder noise..."

Why?

Tales touched the luxurious armrest of the seat, and when Jen's words were placed in his ears, it felt like the buzzing of mosquitoes, which was annoying.

Obviously outside the palace gate, on the street separated by a wall, some people are dead, some people are injured, some people are wielding knives, guns and sticks in the poor alleys to cut you to death and blood is everywhere, some people are crazy, some are worried, and some people are living with disgusting faces Tortured into a disgusting appearance to make other people's lives disgusting, some people are poor, some people are suffering, some people are hiding in the small darkness where there is no daylight, and relying on rummaging for the scraps thrown away by the upper floors.

Why?

Tales only felt that his knuckles were gradually tightening.

"And most importantly, what you did did not respect the Iris family, nor your father's vassals, nor the nobles' etiquette, nor the rules of kingdom rule, if I hadn't taken it sooner measures to suppress adverse effects..."

But why, why the boss who should be responsible for these things, he can still sit here comfortably, calmly, and ramble about such **** as "bad social influence", as if he just turns a deaf ear and never mentions it , Cover your mouth and eyes, those things don't exist?

Like those fates that he covered up one by one as accidents and vendettas to "reduce the impact" and "consider the overall situation"?

Because Jen is sitting in that seat - a voice in his heart - as you've figured it out a long time ago.

Thales looked numbly at Jen sitting on the seat, watching his lips keep opening and closing, his expression solemn and serious.

You know, as he sits there, it's not Jenn anymore.

He's not even Calvin Dill, or even the Emerald City Lord and the Duke of Southbank.

He's just an empty shell.

A walking corpse.

One puppet.

Like a jeweled but lifeless noble crown on the head, like a family crest alive but immovable on paper.

Repeats the same pattern over and over, obeying established norms and doing ridiculous things he doesn't even know he has.

"...More insults to the royal family of Jinxing, and damage to my sister's dignity and reputation..."

"Your sister, is she okay?" Thales' voice sounded faintly, "I mean, mentally, and healthy?"

Jane's face turned cold when he heard this:

"If you really cared about that, you shouldn't have-"

"Slimani is dead."

The sudden words of Thales stopped the plausible Jenn.

"Who?"

"That defender," the teenager raised his head and looked at the slightly surprised Jen, "he died."

"You mean, Advocate Slimani, dead?"

"Don't pretend to be deaf!"

Tales raised the volume and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Yesterday, Slimani came to the theater to find Officer Caquere, and was immediately chased and killed, saying that he would open a 'long-term leave slip' for him--is it Didn't you tell me?"

Jane frowned slightly, showing appropriate thought and pause:

"I don't know about this. But then you rudely kidnapped my sister and disappeared with the defense..."

Tales raised a hand.

"Listen, Jen, I'm tired."

Jann smiled politely and listened.

The boy took a deep breath, his eyes burning like the swordsman who took the lead:

"You don't know and don't want to know what happened to me yesterday, but I've had enough of whoever's trick it is - yours, mine, your sister's, my father's, your father's, The secret department, the dark room, the kingdom, the Exeter, the living, the dead, the water ghouls, or whatever evil exists - I, all, suffer, enough."

His last words were word for word, causing Jen's smile to fade away.

"So, Mr. Jenn, when you speak again, please save your words and stop talking nonsense."

A straight sword.

But the timing is right.

Jann was silent for a moment.

"Okay, you really don't look good," Duke Iris said in a more cautious tone when he spoke again, like a conservative but steady step in fencing, "You and my sister, what happened to you yesterday? What happened? How did Slimani get..."

Tales stood up awkwardly.

"Too much nonsense," Thales left the cup of scented tea, not wanting to waste a second, "the conversation is over."

Jane frowned: "Tales, please listen to me..."

"Good luck." Thales ignored him and turned away.

Until a long sigh came from behind:

"Okay!"

Straight Sword Score.

Tales stopped and looked at Jenn expressionlessly.

"Yesterday morning, the special security officer in charge of receiving you, Caquere, came to me to report," The Emerald City Lord's face was a little ugly, but the sword defense was just right. "He said that the defense attorney in charge of the murder of the wool merchant had doubts. , suggesting some disturbing suspicions to him. So as an old acquaintance, the Caquere vigilante sent someone to invite Mr. Slimani to the vigilante hall to clarify some... misunderstandings."

Tales stared at Jenn for a while, then returned to his seat and sat down again.

"Look," said the prince, "it's not that hard to talk nonsense."

Jane's face flashed for a moment, but he quickly returned to the subject:

"That's Caquere's own assertion, and I don't need to send someone to kill that defender."

Tales did not speak immediately, but stared at Jenn for a long time.

Yes, he really doesn't need it, the voice in the boy's heart whispered to him.

Because of him, Jan Kelvindir, the Duke of Duke, can influence the entire Emerald City with a single gesture.

It's enough to create an environment that can overwhelm Slimani—whether he was a cowardly and honest one, or a cold-blooded snobby later—forcing him to make unimaginable deals that cost him more than his life. heavier price.

Let the demons behind this world rejoice.

“The person who killed Slimani was not a general unknown,” Thales said, “The killer was named Lausanne II, who used to be an extreme master of the Blood Bottle Gang, do you have an impression of that? "

Jane pondered for a moment, frowning.

"Yes. Lausanne II, old Turnbull's executioner, but I remember him years ago—"

"Dead?"

Tales turned his sword and sneered:

"But are you sure he's dead, not saved by some big man behind the blood bottle gang, hidden, chained, sharpened his minions, nourished his ferocity, and saved the critical moment Come out and do some dirty work that the Vigilance Hall and the Emerald Legion are inconvenient to do?"

Jane's face also turned cold.

"I don't like the hint in your words, Your Highness."

"Speaking of this, isn't the Blood Bottle Gang your lackey," Thales said, "When was the last time you disciplined them?"

"In order to maintain order and stability and minimize the harm of organized crime, Your Highness, the Emerald City and even the South Bank leaders do maintain strict and systematic control over civil society forces from all walks of life and from all walks of life, but that does not mean that the official The relationship with street gangs is what conspiracy theorists think..."

Tales interrupted his official tone rudely:

"By the way, last time, it was you who instructed them to cover up news, forge clues, and tamper with fate - such as Dagory Moss, a wine merchant who used to be your white glove for money, such as the management of Kongming Palace Diop, the wool dealer with a secret account, may also include the well-known great defender Slimani in the future..."

Jane's face sank.

"We've had similar conversations, and all of these measures are for the big picture, for stability, to prevent the mysteries from escalating—"

But Thales said to himself: "And the former police chief, Jeff Rene was killed at home, but was pulled into their casino by the Blood Bottle Gang to fake an accidental death?"

Jann paused.

An unexpected sword move.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath:

"Rene...that's what the defense attorney told you, right? It's reported that Rene was his boss, and he had a gift for him. What did he tell you?"

Tales' face turned cold.

"Why? Moss, Diop, Slimani, Rene, maybe others...Jane, why kill them?"

"Since I don't talk nonsense, then I will only say it once," Jenn's voice dropped, "I, no, kill them."

"Then why them? What did they do that they had to die?"

"We have also communicated this point," Jenn said calmly and clearly, "The secret department sent people to do these orders, the purpose is to attract your attention, to provoke you to deal with me, and we —"

"You know something interesting?"

Tales interrupted him again:

"Your statement, this so-called 'the kingdom's secret department wants to provoke us to fight with each other', is what I told you, on the first day I came to Emerald City."

Jane looked at him quietly.

"Yes, and I appreciate your candor."

"But that's all my nonsense: In fact, I don't know what to provoke or not to provoke, and I don't believe it at all, so I just say it to be amazing, so I can stay in the Emerald City."

The reception room was quiet for a few seconds.

Jane frowned and looked at Thales in front of him, who was calm and not ashamed.

A clever sword.

Finally, the Duke of South Shore twitched the corners of his mouth, and his once perfect and polite smile showed a strange tinge.

"I think, Thales, this is probably the most candid thing you have said to me since you arrived in the Emerald City."

"Since I'm so honest," Thales ignored his sarcasm, "don't you hide it?"

The eyes of the two met in the air for a few seconds.

"Yes, I knew from the beginning that you were talking nonsense," Jenn's tone was no longer the official tone, replaced by a disturbing ruthlessness, "bluff, fake tiger power, from the country is the meeting to the royal banquet , this is the trick you will come and go.”

"So you never believed in me, in the 'king sent me to provoke us' bullshit."

"You said it too, that's all your nonsense." Jenn retorted.

Tales is no longer entangled, the conversation has changed:

"In this case, when the wine merchant Moss was killed and we had a showdown in the confession room, you in turn catered to my nonsense and told me that Moss was just a 'misleading', just a means of the Secret Service to provoke us. ...that's a lot of fun."

"Ha, you doubt me because of this?"

"More than that, you are also uncharacteristically, willing to 'entrust' your sister to me and let me 'keep her close', and you even reiterated the conditions that 'Xiao Xing' gave me, seeming to help me be crowned?"

Jane's eyes moved.

"But as far as I know, since the country was the tyranny of the failed meeting eight years ago," Thales tightened his tone, "'Nova' has become the biggest political stain in Duke Iris' life. It's a scar that hurts when you touch it."

Jann was silent for a while.

Look at the old wounded sword.

When he spoke again, his voice was soft and slow:

"It's all thanks to you, Your Highness."

Tales snorted coldly.

"I know you too well, Jenn, like you handed Jaynard back to me on the way to the North, like you wooed me at a royal banquet when you suddenly started talking: Come and agree with my nonsense, and even try to convince me with it, there must be something wrong here.

"Dagory Moss is not just a **** to provoke us against each other, his death is not insignificant, on the contrary, he is very important, important enough that you give me wrong guidance and do not want me to pay attention He, right."

Tales' blade is unsheathed, attacking one after another:

"Tell me, why did you kill him?"

Jann watched Thales for a long time before taking a deep breath.

"This is the last time: I, no, yes, kill him."

He also said every word, obviously restraining something, but Thales was reluctant:

"Later that wool merchant was killed, you repeated the same trick and told me: Diop was killed by the secret department of the kingdom, but he himself is not important, just to expose the illegal secret account of Kongming Palace, to lead me to take action, To provoke me to attack your weakness..."

"Enough!"

Jane snorted and interrupted him:

"I don't want to talk to you about this—"

But Thales ignored him at all:

"So I mentioned Lausanne II in black, and I said it's a pity that my people didn't catch the killer in white from the secret department."

"Black clothes, white clothes, killers," Jenn paused first, then muttered something, with a stunned expression, "You are deliberately testing me to see if that Lausanne II was sent by me?"

Tales observed the other party's expression, nodded, and smiled.

"And you replied that your people didn't catch the killer in white, and said that it was the kingdom's secret department, so it's normal that they couldn't catch it."

"Because that killer is not mine," Zhan said decisively, disdainfully, "whether his clothes are black or white, I don't know more than you."

Tales still stared at the Duke's face, while Jen looked back at him without fear.

This sword has no tricks, but it stuck to Thales' blade.

"Yes, you passed the temptation. At least from the point of view of the words, your answer is natural and seamless, and you may not know the color of Lausanne II's clothes."

The Duke of Star Lake changed his words:

"But it's not the color of his clothes that matters, it's your attitude."

Jane's eyes narrowed.

Tales' tone is getting colder:

"Regardless of whether Lausanne II is yours or not, when I deliberately said 'killer in white', I was as cunning as you, as old as you, how could I not see that this was my temptation?"

Jane no longer looked at Thales, he turned to stare at the table, Tong Kong slowly shrank.

"If the wool dealer really doesn't matter, if the killer really isn't yours, then face my deliberate and lame low-level temptation like 'white or black', with your character and attitude, you should directly sneer 'Shabi', 'boring', 'too lazy to pay attention to you' is right, at the most disdain to add 'this temptation is too low-level' 'go home and ask your father' and so on..."

Tales snorted coldly:

"Why do you have to stand up, take every word carefully, reply in a straight-forward manner, and carefully pass through language traps, every word in your words is not much or not, and you are doing your best to show that 'you know no more than me' thing?"

Jann didn't answer, but his eyes were locked on the table.

"Yes, to this question, your response is too concerned and too smart, so that smart is mistaken by smart."

Tales' voice fell, and the reception room was quiet.

"Your cunning, Thales," finally, Jane said softly, "it's always hidden in your stupidity, making it hard to tell."

The angle of this sword is tricky, but it scores again.

"Like Dagory Moss, this wool dealer Diop is by no means irrelevant," Thales ignored the other party's sarcasm, "what did he do, why do you have to kill him to silence people's eyes and ears? ?"

Jane looked up suddenly!

"I, no, yes, kill him," he said slowly.

"Is that sentence again?"

Tales sneered: "I thought the last sentence was the last time."

Jann's eyes grew colder.

The eyes of the two dukes met in the air, one was sharp and cold, the other was treacherous and shadowy, and they exchanged silently.

But just as the confrontation came to a climax and the atmosphere grew tense, one of the parties suddenly laughed.

"I believe in you." Thales put away his sword and continued to smile.

"I don't care if you believe it - what did you say?"

Jann's words changed sharply, he was caught off guard and looked at Thales in disbelief.

"I said, Jen, I believe you."

Tales took a deep breath:

"I believe that Lausanne II is not yours. I believe that from Moss, Diop to Rene and Slimani, although you are indeed covering up the news, you did not kill them."

What?

Jann was stunned.

This is not a rule of fencing.

"Why?" he asked subconsciously.

Tales leaned back in his chair, his expression tightening.

"Because just yesterday, when I was busy chasing Srimani and my people were busy chasing me and your people were busy chasing my people..."

"There was a serious infighting in the Blood Bottle Gang, 'Phantom Blade' Kathleen and her supporters fell from power," Thales finally caught the opponent's fatal flaw, "'Red Viper' Nekra and' Wanderer 'Fogle rises to power."

Jane's expression didn't change, but Thales saw the gaze in the other's eyes gradually tighten.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"And behind them is no one else," Thales easily sent his last sword, "it is the former killer of the Blood Bottle Gang - Lausanne II."

The reception room is dead silent.

The next second, Jen raised his head and raised his voice to call the housekeeper:

"Ashford!"

Tales picked up the scented tea, and watched the duke, ignoring the presence of the prince, hurriedly instructing the family, and sending people to secretly investigate the situation of the Blood Bottle Gang, Ashford glanced at Thales strangely , led the way.

The two dukes face each other indifferently when the butler leaves.

"You just asked me, when was the last time you disciplined the Blood Bottle Gang," after a few seconds, Jen's breathing calmed down, "that was testing me to see if I knew about it?"

Well, after the victory and defeat have been divided, an accurate review.

Unfortunately, it's just a replay.

"It seems that you just found out about this, you're welcome, no thanks," Thales said calmly, "don't worry, Lausanne was killed by me yesterday, they have to go through a lot of chaos before they can figure it out. Come."

Jann took a deep breath.

"You, killed the executioner who came back from the dead?"

"Do you think my guards are vegetarian? Do you think that when I came back yesterday, why did they all get hurt and put on a lottery? Do you think I really went on a date with your sister yesterday? Do you think Slimani was Dead for nothing?"

Tales chuckled:

"You might as well take a look and see if you can still find Kathleen the 'Magic Blade', or any local boss who can move around and run errands for you?"

Jann stared at Thales.

"Yesterday, the Dianjin District Police Department received a report of a riot at the wharf, but in the end it was said to be a false report. It's nothing, is this the case?"

"Maybe."

Telstein said:

"To be honest, because of what I said before, I suspected that Lausanne was your person, and the civil strife of the Blood Bottle Gang was just that he was executing your will, clearing the door for you, and shuffling the cards."

"Then why do you suddenly believe me again?"

Tales let out a breath, remembering what Glover reported to him about the Blood Bottle Gang:

"The fuse of the blood bottle gang's infighting is the strange casualties and losses they have suffered these days; and the reason they use to fan the infighting of the red pit viper and the wanderer is to blame the debt on the black street Brotherhood, promise to bring them revenge; as for the bosses who were purged in the internal strife, they are the original vested interests of the gang."

Jane's expression became more and more serious:

"Every move here is pushing the inherent order into chaos and chaos, cutting off the connection between Kongming Palace and the Blood Bottle Gang, and weakening my control over the bottom layer of Emerald City."

Tales nodded:

"It's not in your interest, and it's not in the interests of the Emerald City."

Jann did not speak.

"Do you understand now, Duke Iris?"

Tales leans forward a point:

"That's right, you used the Blood Bottle Gang to cover up the deaths of Moss and the others, preventing their first wave of attacks, so they then attacked the Blood Bottle Gang and your eyes, eyes, and minions on the ground floor and on the streets. You may still control most of the Emerald City, but since yesterday, at least in the streets, you are blind, deaf, and less alert."

Tales ends coldly:

"You and the Emerald City, you are under attack like never before - if you continue to stand still, you will be left alone."

The reception room fell into a long silence.

Finally, just when Thales suspected that the cup of scented tea was getting cold, Jenn said slowly:

"What do you want?"

Tales smiled.

"I know that you are not the main messenger of Morse and others, and you have not killed them, but as I said, even if you are not the murderer, you must know the inside story."

"You know who killed them, or you know why they were killed," Thales tried to be sincere, "that's why you pay so much attention to those fates, those dead, and do everything to cover them up, Don't let them appear in the world, including mine."

Jann frowned.

"Tell me, these people, what are they doing?" Thales' tone became hurried, "so that the Secret Service can't let them go?"

Jann was silent.

"Please, Jenn," urged the prince, "you once asked me, what price do I need to help me at a critical moment?"

He approaches Jenn:

"Now, I can help you, but you must tell me more: more details, more truth, more inside."

Tales stretched out his palm:

"Whatever happened in the past, this is your last chance - your last chance to make an offer to me."

Please.

Jann's eyes were fixed on his palm.

"If I told you, Thales..."

After a few seconds, the Duke of South Bank slowly raised his head.

"Then when will you attack me?"

Hands on?

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt bad.

"What do you mean?"

Like an unstoppable opponent, a sudden Jedi counterattack was unexpected.

Jane chuckled:

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?"

"What?"

"People can't see themselves clearly. In the eyes of others and themselves, they are completely different." Jen looked at him silently, his eyes were like ancient wells, "so people need mirrors."

Tales frowned: "Jane..."

"Tales Jinxing, you said you believed in me and believed that I was not a murderer," Jenn interrupted him decisively, "but have you ever thought about whether I believe you are not a murderer?"

Tales' heart tightened.

"You claim that you didn't come to the Emerald City voluntarily, that you were incompatible with your father, so you wanted to put aside your previous suspicions and work together, and you were trying to gain my trust in the confrontation time and time again - but you Know, what's the best way to earn trust?"

Jane said softly:

"It's actually very simple, simpler than you think."

In this second, Thales only felt his breathing stagnate.

It's like a blade swinging in the air.

"When I cover up Morse's death and tell you it's for the bigger picture," the duke said slowly, "what you should do is not to ask for guilt, to search up and down, but to be tacit, turn a blind eye, and I will know about you. attitude."

"When Diop's death happened, I told you not to dig too deep. What you should do is not to get to the bottom of the story until you find out your identity as a secret accountant, but to smile and quietly. Step back and I'll know where you stand."

Tales stared at him with a numb expression.

"When what happened yesterday, whether it was Slimani, or King Lausanne II, or the Blood Bottle Gang," Jen continued, his tone became more and more sullen, "What you should do is not to go all out, put these chips away You should come to me to negotiate and take credit for me, but you should come to me from the beginning, and tell me everything, we will decide the direction together, and I will understand your signal.”

Jane raised his head, his eyes dazed, just staggered from Thales's eyes.

"Then at some point, maybe I will believe that you really want to cooperate with me: at least you have shown sincerity with your actions."

Tales swallowed his throat.

"But the truth is, every move you made after you arrived in the Emerald City, every reaction you encountered, every confrontation with me, every excuse 'we want to act for the king'," Jen shook his head, "It's all about trying to participate in the game, to fully control the game, and to finally grab the chips that kill me."

The blade penetrates every layer of defense, straight to the point.

"Remember, you once suggested: Let Emerald City and I take the initiative to take a step back," Jenn said in a delirious way, "Yes, as my father said, as long as there are people who are willing to take the initiative to take a step back, there will always be room."

Tales took a deep breath with difficulty: "My proposal is sincere..."

"It was for me," Jen said calmly. "My uncle said that father's words only apply to the strong—because they never have to back off."

The prince's eyes trembled.

"Tales, maybe you don't think so, but these days, when you faced me in the Emerald City, you were so aggressive and anti-customer-oriented, but you never took the initiative to step back even half a step, or in other words, only yourself Thinking you're backing off - that's why people need mirrors - that's exactly what those who are confident because they have enough chips, those who think they are the strongest in the game, will do things, and will have self-consciousness, because you no longer I can't see the option to take the initiative to retreat, and I'm more used to seeing others retreat."

Tales stared blankly at the cup of scented tea.

"I made such a mistake in the 'Nova' operation eight years ago," Jen looked at him indifferently, "Now, it's your turn, Your Royal Highness."

Tales did not speak.

He suddenly found that his sword moves were weak.

It has been seen through layers by layers and cracked.

"Yes, you may indeed have nothing to do with the Kingdom Secret Service, but that's not because you're not on their side, but because..."

Jane's eyes sharpened:

"Because, even on the same side, you consider yourself the chess player and think you are in a higher position than them - second only to His Majesty the King."

Tales' eyes moved:

What?

"Maybe others will be confused by the contradiction you show with the Renaissance Palace, but I won't, impossible, because I know you too well, Thales."

Jann smiled.

"Look in the mirror, don't you think that after you came to the Emerald City, every word, deed, and every move - whether you cooperate with me, show your love to me, or participate in politics against your will, clumsily Whether it's to grab chips, are all these actions incompatible with, or even contradictory to, you, yourself, and the internal logic of your Thales Jadestar?"

Out of place.

Contradiction?

Tales listened to Jen's words suddenly.

Why?

"Where's the boy who yelled at the rotten nobles at the State Council?"

Jann approaches.

"Where is the prince who stood up for his subjects at the royal banquet?"

The opponent's blade is as cold as ice.

"Where is the North Star, the soaring and arrogant North Star in folklore—where is it?"

And he couldn't resist.

"From the first day, I knew that this is not you, the real you," the Duke of South Bank calmly, "but just the one who was forced to smile by the king's blade against his back."

At that moment, Thales resisted the urge to touch the bone ring in his pocket.

Let your sword move in a thousand ways, and your sword style is a hundred times more ingenious.

It can be anything but a sword.

It must be returned to its sheath.

"Goodbye, Thales," Jane said softly, "The king's ship is not easy to get on, and what he wants you to do is even more malicious."

The King's Ship...

What he wants you to do...

"Beware - smashed to pieces." The Duke's voice fell.

The reception room is silent.

It's ugly, Thales.

The voice in the boy's heart resounded, whispering to him.

You still think your performance is flawless and flawless.

As a result, in front of a real connoisseur, it can be broken with a poke.

And you can't even fight back.

It's so embarrassing.

You self-righteous fool.

It's hard to tell if it's cunning or stupid.

Is that what you are?

Have you surrendered?

"You seem to have mentioned to me before about a ghost story called Jacques of the Soul Bone," Thales heard his own voice sound, and it was a sneer, "It was said to be spread around the East China Sea... the legend of cannibals ?"

Jane was startled slightly.

"I went back and checked last night," Thales sighed, "It is said that cannibals will take on the appearance of others. After deceiving and deceiving, they will tear open their faces, reveal their true faces, and open their hearts. , eats the heart and spleen."

Jane frowned and snorted coldly:

"Whose heart?"

Tales looked at the expression of the Duke of South Bank, trying to find clues.

"Did you know that your sister is special and charming?"

Tales slowly shook his head:

"It's absolutely amazing."

Zhan Endan looked back at the prince.

"I take back the foreword," the expression on the Duke's face disappeared. "From now on, you are not allowed to meet her, talk to her, pass letters, let alone go out together..."

"Do you think Xilai will listen to you?"

"She has to listen, and so do you."

Zhan En emphasized his tone, no doubt: "As long as I still sit in this seat, I will rule the Emerald City for a day."

Tales snorted softly.

"You know, the blood bottle gang's seizure of power yesterday was not completely successful," the prince said. "The 'Magic Blade' escaped the pursuit, and the grass was not eradicated."

Jane was startled when he heard the words:

"What? Where's Kathleen?"

"You don't need to know."

Tales shook his head:

"You just need to know: they're going to be nervous because they'll be worried about the phantom blade coming to you and alerting you to what they're doing."

Jane frowned.

Tales turned his eyes:

"Actually, they're right because they'll notice: you've just been impatient to send someone to contact or test the Blood Bottles."

In that second, Jenn's eyes changed!

"You did it on purpose," Jenn figured out something, he couldn't believe it, "You hid the information, waited for me to play chess first, and watched me push myself into a corner."

Tales smiled.

This time, his blade was ruthless and ruthless.

Also bloody.

"There are many dreams in the night, they will not tolerate changes. So no matter what they have to do, they will not wait any longer," Thales whispered, "They are here."

Jann glared at him sternly.

"I dare say, this time it's no longer a petty fight and clipping of wings," Thales said with gloomy eyes, "but a fatal blow."

Until he can't roll over.

The prince stood up slowly.

"Without my help, Jenn, do you think you can hold back?"

Jann did not speak.

His eyes turned to the door, first suddenly, then firm, and finally fierce.

"Kevin Deere, don't let the enemy die," he said with difficulty.

No swordsman is willing to step back.

So there is no winner in this fencing.

Only casualties.

"Then I can only wish you good luck," Thales stretched out his hand and tidied up his collar, as if preparing or paying tribute, "May the empire last forever."

Jann did not answer.

At this moment, the door of the reception room was pushed open.

"Great, Ashford is finally off the door."

In her nightgown and dishevelled hair, Xilai walked into the Duke's reception room with sleepy eyes and even bare feet.

Jane frowned slightly, while Thales turned his head in time, not to look at her disheveled appearance.

"Sorry, I slept, I was too tired yesterday," Xilai yawned and touched the dark green on his arm, "Oh, you two haven't eaten each other yet, it seems I'm still here. It's early."

It's weird.

In the past, every time Xilai broke in, the atmosphere between them would change.

But this time...

"Go back, Xilai," Zhan only maintained the anger in his eyes for a moment, and then said sullenly, "You are not allowed to disturb His Royal Highness again from now on."

Xilei opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows:

"Hey, why don't you take care of yourself—"

"Your brother is right, Ms. Cecilia," Thales replied softly, "Your overstepping will embarrass us."

Xilei blinked and said suspiciously:

"Hey, why are you so timid—"

"The celebration is not over yet, we still have elections to attend today," Zhan En's voice was not loud or severe, but his calm words made Xi Lai unconsciously shut up, "It's good Be prepared, don't be rude - I order you not as a brother, but as a duke."

Xilei finally felt that the atmosphere was not right, and frowned and looked at his brother.

Jane and Thales were silent.

A few seconds later, Miss Kevin Deere took a deep breath and strode to Thales' side, habitually grabbing the prince's arm:

"Okay, ignore him. As for you, come with me, we have something to discuss..."

But in the next second, Thales retracted his arm like an electric shock, avoiding Xilai's touch.

Xilai was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ She stared blankly at Thales' movements, her gloved hand hanging in the air.

Tales was short of breath. He turned his head and clenched his fists, not looking at Xilai.

【What exactly is it! ]

【Evil, it is evil. ]

"Lord Jenn is right, Ms. Cecilia, the Emerald Celebration is not over yet," Thales took a deep breath, "We all need to prepare well, don't lose your courtesy."

Maybe that's a good thing, Thales.

The voice in his heart sneered:

Maybe the pose is ugly...

But from now on, you're ready.

Under the unbelievable eyes of Xilai and the chilling eyes of Zhan En, Thales got up and left the seat, and left the reception room without looking back.