Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 199: Fencing

Chapter 695 Fencing

"When I said 'keep close to her' before, Your Highness," Duke Jann's voice sounded in the reception room, with deliberate mockery and suppressed anger, as well as an ominous sign of the storm coming, "I mean It's definitely not kidnapping my sister in public..."

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

Kidnapped?

The morning light flooded the room, and Thales looked at a cup of exotic flower tea on the small table, exhausted.

Yes, kidnapping.

Just, kidnapped by what?

Killed? By the enemy? By power? by the environment? Kidnapped by an unspeakable evil?

The defender's face appeared in front of his eyes. He lost his composure and screamed in pain for a while, and smiled foolishly and innocently for a while.

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

Or is it everyone's own fate that they can't escape for the rest of their lives?

Zhan En's merciless accusations continued: "As a prince, as a duke, you irresponsibly deviate from the planned itinerary, self-righteously get rid of the guards, just to go to the bottom of the market to hunt for novelties Take a tour, 'have fun with the people'..."

Get off the plan.

Shake off the crowd.

Thales took a deep breath.

The monster's crazily laughing in the ominous white smoke vaguely sounded in his ears, making him even more irritable.

Really?

He, Thales Canxing.

What can he really get away with?

What can you really get rid of?

"Dress up as a clown and a flower girl, go to places where good and bad people are mixed, perform in the streets, fight in back alleys, break into private houses, leave countless messes along the way, and come back with scars..." Zhan En is still chattering .

Scarred.

Thales lowered his gaze: his neck, arms, and legs were wrapped in thick bandages, most of which were covered under his sleeves, exuding a faint smell of medicine, all of which were various wounds from yesterday : Abrasions, abrasions, scratches, bruises, painful pain...

Yeah, he has been scarred a long time ago.

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 many of his subordinates who were injured in spying on the Blood Bottle Gang and hunting Lausanne II far beyond his expectations: Mira, zombies, Rolf, Vlathen, Nexi...

Even compared to Slimani's final fate...

Compared to the casualties that occurred in this struggle...

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

But to Thales at this moment, no matter how deliberately created a sense of nobility and authoritative aura, it has long been dissipated in the repeated false statements, just like a rag squeezed out of water, wrinkled Baba is whistling, ugly in appearance and bad in smell.

"The Police Department and the Emerald Legion had to mobilize a large number of people to maintain order, because the Duke of Xinghu, who was visiting privately on Weibo, was bored while shopping, and wanted to hear a louder noise..."

Why?

Thales touched the luxurious seat armrest, and Jen's words were in his ears. It felt like mosquitoes buzzing, which was extremely annoying.

Obviously outside the gate of the palace, on the street separated by a wall, some people were killed and some were injured, some were wielding knives, guns and sticks in the back alleys and hacked you to death, some people were bleeding all over the place, some people were crazy, some were sad, some were tortured by hideous lives Tortured into a hideous appearance and then make other people's lives hideous, some are poor, some are miserable, some hide in the small darkness where the sun is not visible, and rely on rummaging for leftovers thrown away by the upper class to barely survive.

Why?

Thales only felt that his knuckles were gradually tightening.

"And the most important thing is that what you have done neither respects the Iris family, nor respects your father's vassals, does not respect noble communication etiquette, does not respect the rules of the kingdom's rule, if I hadn't taken early Measures to suppress adverse effects..."

But why, why the leader who should be responsible for these things, can still sit here contentedly, calmly, talking nonsense about "bad social influence" in a serious manner, as if he just turns a deaf ear and never mentions it , cover your mouth and cover your eyes, those things don’t exist?

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

Because Jen was sitting there - a voice sounded in his mind - as you figured out a long time ago.

Thales stared numbly at Zhan En sitting on the seat, watching his lips keep opening and closing, with a solemn expression.

You know, when he sits there, he's no longer Jen.

He's not even Kevin Dill, or even Lord Emerald and Duke of South Shore.

He's just a shell.

A walking corpse.

A puppet.

Like a royal diadem crowned with jewels but lifeless, like a family crest alive but motionless on paper.

Repeating the same pattern over and over again, obeying the established norms, and doing ridiculous actions that he doesn't know himself.

"...It insulted the Canxing royal family even more, and also damaged my sister's dignity and reputation..."

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

Zhan En's face turned cold when he heard the words:

"If you really care about this, yesterday shouldn't-"

"Slimani is dead."

Thales' sudden words made the eloquent Zhan En pause.

"Who?"

"The defender," the boy raised his head and looked at the slightly surprised Zhan En, "he's dead."

"You mean, Slimani defender, dead?"

"Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb!"

Thales raised his voice, his eyes turned cold: "Yesterday, Slimani came to the theater to find Officer Kaguire, and was chased and killed immediately, saying that he would help him to issue a 'long-term leave note'—could it be? Didn't you instigate it?"

Jen En frowned slightly, showing appropriate thinking and pause:

"I don't know about this matter. But you then rudely abducted my sister and disappeared with that defender..."

Thales raised a hand.

"Listen, Jen, I'm tired."

Zhan En smiled politely and acted as if he was listening.

The young man took a deep breath, his eyes were burning, like a swordsman taking the lead in flashing his sword:

"You don't know and don't want to know what happened to me yesterday, but I've had enough of whoever it was - yours, mine, your sister's, my father's, your father's, From the occult, from the dark room, from the kingdom, from Exeter, from the living, from the dead, from water ghouls, and from other evil existences—I, I, have, enough, enough.”

He paused every word in his last words, making Zhan En's smile gradually disappear.

"So, Master Zhan En, when you open your mouth again, please save your words and stop talking nonsense."

A straight sword.

But the timing is right.

Jane was silent for a while.

"Well, you do look in bad condition." When he spoke again, Duke Iris's tone was much more cautious, like a conservative but safe retreat in fencing, "You and my sister, what happened to you yesterday? What happened? How did Slimani get..."

Thales stood up abruptly.

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

Jen frowned: "Thales, please listen to me..."

"Good luck." Thales ignored him and turned to leave.

Until a long sigh came from behind:

"Okay!"

Score with a straight sword.

Thales stopped and looked at Zhan En expressionlessly.

"Yesterday morning, the special security officer Kaguilei who was in charge of receiving you asked me to report, "The emerald city lord's complexion was a little ugly, but the defense with his sword was just right." He said that the defender in charge of the wool merchant's murder case had doubts , hinted some disturbing doubts to him. So, as an old acquaintance, Police Officer Kaguire sent someone to invite Mr. Slimani to the police hall to clarify some... misunderstandings."

Thales stared at Zhan En for a while, then returned to his seat and sat down again.

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

There was a moment of gloom on Jen En's face, but he quickly returned to the topic:

"That's Kaguire's own opinion. I neither have nor need to send someone to kill that defender."

Thales did not speak immediately, but stared at Zhan En for a long time.

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

Because he, Jann Cavendir, is the Duke, and he can affect the entire Emerald City with just a gesture.

It is enough to create an environment that can overwhelm Slimani—whether it is the cowardly and honest him once, or the cold-blooded snobbish him later—and force him to make unimaginable deals and pay more than his life. A heavier price.

Let the demons on the back of this world rejoice.

"The person who killed Slimani was not an ordinary unknown person," Thales said, "The killer's name was Lausanne II, and he was once an extreme master of the Blood Bottle Gang. Do you have any impression of this? "

Zhan En thought for a while, and his brows became tighter.

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

"Dead?"

Thales turned his sword and sneered, implying something:

"But are you sure he is dead, instead of being saved by some big man behind the scenes of the Blood Bottle Gang, hiding him, chaining him up, sharpening his minions, nourishing his ferocity enough, and saving him for critical moments? Come out and do some dirty work that the Police Department 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 which, aren't the Blood Bottle Gang just your lackeys," 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 Shore Territory do maintain strict and systematic control over all walks of life and civil society forces from all walks of life, but that does not mean that the official The relationship with street gangs is what conspiracy theorists think..."

Thales interrupted him politely:

"By the way, last time, it was you who instructed them to cover up the news, forge clues, and tamper with the murder case—for example, Dagori Moss, the white-glove wine merchant who used to be your money-making white glove, for example, managing the secrets for Kongming Palace. wool merchant Diop, and perhaps the famous advocate Srimani in the future..."

Jane's face darkened.

"We have had similar conversations, and all these measures are for the overall situation, for stability, and to prevent the secret department from flourishing—"

But Thales said to himself: "And the former chief of security, Jeff Rene, was killed at home, but was dragged into their casino by the blood bottle gang to fake an accidental death?"

Jane paused.

An unexpected sword move.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath:

"Rene...that's what the defender told you, right? The report said that Rene was once his boss, and he was kind to him. What did he tell you?"

Thales' face turned cold.

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

"Since I don't talk nonsense, I will only say it once," Zhan En's tone also dropped, "I, no, kill them."

"Then why them? What did they do so that they must die?"

"We have also communicated about this point," Zhan En said calmly and clearly, "The secret department sent people to do these murders, the purpose is to attract your attention, to instigate and mobilize you to deal with me, and we— —”

"You know what's funny?"

Thales interrupted him again:

"Your statement, this so-called 'Kingdom Secret Division wants to provoke us to fight with each other', 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 at all, and I don't believe it at all, so I just say it to surprise, so I can stay in Emerald City."

The reception room was silent for a few seconds.

Jen En frowned and looked at Thales in front of him, who had a calm expression and no shame.

A clever sword.

Finally, the Duke of South Shore raised the corners of his mouth, and his once perfect and polite smile revealed a trace of strangeness.

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

"Since I'm so honest," Thales ignored his sarcasm, "Stop hiding it, too?"

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Yes, I knew from the beginning that you were talking nonsense," Zhan En's tone no longer carried the previous bureaucratic tone, but was replaced by disturbing cruelty, "bluffing, pretending to be powerful, from state meetings to royal banquets , you come and go to meet this trick."

"So you've never believed me, any nonsense that 'the king sent me here to provoke us to fight'."

"You said it too, that's your nonsense." Zhan En retorted.

Thales stopped entanglement and changed the subject:

"In that case, when the wine merchant Moss was killed and we had a showdown in the confession room, you turned around to cater to my nonsense and told me that the Moss case was just 'misleading', just a means by the Secret Division to provoke us ...that's going to be fun."

"Ha, you doubt me because of this?"

"More than that, you are uncharacteristically willing to 'entrust' your sister to me and let me 'watch her closely'. You even repeated the conditions given to me by 'New Star', as if you want to help me be crowned?"

Jane's eyes moved.

"But as far as I know, since the failure of the National Conference eight years ago," Thales tightened his tone, "'New Star' has become the biggest stain on Duke Iris's career. It's a scar that hurts when you touch it."

Jane was silent for a while.

Look at the sword of the old wound.

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

"Thanks to you, Your Highness."

Thales snorted coldly.

"I know you too well, Jen, just like you handed Gennard back to me on the way to the Northland, like you suddenly became chatty and offered to me at the royal banquet: when you turned back If you come to agree with my nonsense, and even try to use it to convince me, then there must be a big problem here.

"Dagory Moss is by no means just a **** to provoke us to confront each other, and his death is not insignificant, on the contrary, he is so important that you want to give me wrong guidance and don't want me to pay attention He, right."

Thals drew his sharp blade out of its sheath and attacked one after another:

"Tell me, why did you kill him?"

Jen looked at Thales for a long time before taking a deep breath.

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

He also paused every word, obviously restraining something, but Thales refused to let go:

"Later the wool merchant was killed, and you repeated the old trick, telling me: Diop was killed by the Kingdom's Secret Division, but he himself is not important, he was just to expose the illegal secret account of Kongming Palace, and to lure me out, In order to provoke me to attack your weakness..."

"Enough!"

Jen En interrupted him with a cold snort:

"I don't want to talk to you about these things—"

But Thales ignored him at all:

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

"Black clothes, white clothes, killer," Zhan En paused first, and then muttered, his expression stunned, "Are you testing me on purpose to see if I sent that Lausanne II?"

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

"And you replied that your people didn't catch the white-clothed killer, and said that it was the kingdom's secret department, so it's normal if you can't catch it."

"Because that killer is not mine at all," Zhan En said categorically and disdainfully, "whether the color of his clothes is black or white, I don't know more than you."

Thales was still staring at the Duke's face, while Jen looked back at him without fear.

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

"That's right, you passed the test. At least from the words and sentences, your answer is natural and smooth, and the clothes are seamless. You may really not know the color of Lausanne II's clothes."

The Duke of Xinghu changed his subject:

"But the key to the problem is not the color of his clothes, but your attitude."

Zhan En's eyes froze.

Thales' tone is getting colder:

"Regardless of whether Lausanne II belongs to you or not, when I specifically said 'killer in white', I was as cunning and sophisticated as you, how could I fail to see that this was my temptation?"

Jen no longer looked at Thales, but instead stared at the table, his pupils slowly shrinking.

"If the wool merchant is really irrelevant, if the killer is really not yours, then you should just sneer at my deliberate and lame low-level temptation of 'white or black', with your character and attitude 'Shabi', 'boring', 'too lazy to talk to you' is right, at best you can add something like 'this temptation is too low-level', 'go home and ask your father'..."

Thales snorted coldly:

"Why do you have to wait in line, consider every word carefully, and reply positively without leaking, why do you have to carefully pass through language traps, every word in your words is no more, no less, trying your best to show that 'you don't know more than me'" something?"

Jen didn't answer, but his eyes were fixed on the desktop.

"Yes, you care too much about this question, and you are too smart, so that you are mistaken for your cleverness."

Thales' voice fell, and the reception room was silent.

"Your cunning, Thales," finally, Jen En said softly, "is always hidden in your stupidity, making it hard to tell."

The angle of this sword is tricky and weird, but it scored again.

"Like Dagory Moss, this wool merchant, Diop, is by no means insignificant," Thales ignored the other party's sarcasm, "What did he do, why do you have to kill him to keep his mouth shut? ?”

Jane looked up suddenly!

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

"This sentence again?"

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

Zhan En's eyes became colder.

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

But when the confrontation came to its climax and the atmosphere became more and more tense, one of them suddenly laughed.

"I believe in you." Thales put away his sharp sword, and then smiled lightly.

"I don't care if you believe it or not—what did you say?"

Jen En's topic changed sharply, he was caught off guard, and looked at Thales in disbelief.

"I said, Jen, I believe in you."

Thales took a deep breath:

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

What?

Jen was stunned.

This is not the rule of fencing.

"Why?" He subconsciously asked.

Thales leaned back in the chair, his expression gradually tightened.

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

"There was a serious internal strife among the Blood Bottle Gang, 'Phantom Blade' Catherine and her supporters fell from power," Thales finally caught the opponent's fatal flaw, "'Red Viper' Nekla and' The homeless 'Fogg seized power."

Zhan En's expression remained motionless, but Thales saw the gaze in the other party's eyes gradually tighten.

He was relieved.

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

The reception room was dead silent.

The next second, Zhan En raised his head and raised his voice to summon the butler:

"Ashford!"

Thales picked up the scented tea, watched calmly as the Duke ignored the presence of the prince, and hurriedly asked the trustee to send someone to secretly investigate the situation of the Blood Bottle Gang. Ashford glanced at Thales strangely, Take orders and go.

The butler left, and the two dukes looked at each other indifferently.

"You just asked me, when was the last time you disciplined the Blood Bottle Gang?" After a few seconds, Zhan En's breathing calmed down, "That is to test me, to see if I know about it?"

Well, after the victory and defeat have been determined, the game should be accurately replayed.

It's a pity that it's just a replay.

"It seems that you just found out about this, you're welcome, you're welcome," Thales said calmly, "Don't worry, I killed Lausanne yesterday, and they will have to go through a period of confusion before they can figure it out Come."

Jane took a deep breath.

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

"You think my guards are vegetarian? Why do you think they were all wounded when I came back yesterday? Do you think I really went on a date with your sister yesterday? Do you think Slimani is Dead in vain?"

Thales chuckled lightly:

"You might as well take a look and see if you can still find 'Phantom Blade' Catherine, or any boss who can help you run errands?"

Jen stared at Thales.

"Yesterday, the Police Department of Dianjin District received a report of a riot at the pier, but in the end it was said to be a false report, so let's let it go. Is this the case?"

"Maybe."

Tier calmly said:

"To be honest, because of what I said before, I suspected that Lausanne belonged to you, and the civil strife in the Blood Bottle Gang was just executing your will, cleaning up the door for you, and shuffling the chips."

"Then why did you suddenly believe me again?"

Thales let out a breath, remembering what Glover told him about the Blood Bottle Gang:

"The fuse of the blood bottle gang's internal strife is the strange casualties and losses they have suffered these days; and the reason the Red Viper and the Vagrants used to instigate the internal strife is to attribute this debt to 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 in the gang."

Jane's expression is getting more and more serious:

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

Thales nodded:

"This is not in your interest, let alone that of the Emerald City."

Jane didn't speak.

"Do you understand now, Duke Iris?"

Thales leaned forward:

"That's right, you used the Blood Bottle Gang to cover up the deaths of Moss and the others and prevented their first wave of attacks, so they then attacked the Blood Bottle Gang, your eyes and ears at the bottom and on the streets. Maybe you still control most of the Emerald City, but after yesterday, at least in the streets and lanes, you're blind and deaf and not as alert as you used to be."

Thales ended his speech coldly:

"You and the Emerald City, you are under unprecedented attack - if you continue to stand still, you will only be alone and helpless."

There was a long silence in the reception room.

Finally, just when Thales suspected that the cup of scented tea was getting cold, Zhan En spoke slowly:

"What do you want?"

Thales smiled.

"In the murder of Moss and others, I know that you are not the main messenger, and you did not kill them to silence them, but as I said, even if you are not the murderer behind the scenes, you must know the inside story."

"You know who killed them, or you know why they were killed," Thales tried to appear sincere, "That's why you attach so much importance to those murders, those dead, and cover them up at all costs, no Let them appear in front of the world, including me."

Jen frowned.

"Tell me, these people, what are they doing?" Thales' tone became urgent, "So that the secret department can't let them go?"

Jane was silent.

"Please, Zhan En," the prince urged, "You once asked me, what price do I want, so that I can help you at a critical moment?"

He is close to Jann:

"Now, I can help you, but you have to tell me more: more details, more truth, more insider information."

Thales held out his palm:

"No matter what happened in the past, this is your last chance—the last chance to ask me a price."

Please.

Jane's gaze was fixed on his palm.

"If I told you, Thales..."

A few seconds later, the Duke of South Bank slowly raised his head.

"Then when will you attack me?"

Do it?

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What do you mean?"

Like an opponent who is in a difficult situation, he suddenly counterattacks, which is unexpected.

Jen En chuckled lightly:

"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." Zhan En watched him silently, his eyes were as calm as ancient wells, "so people need a mirror."

Thales frowned: "Jane..."

"Tales Canxing, you said you believed me, believed that I was not a murderer," Zhan En interrupted him decisively, "But have you ever thought about whether I believe you are not a murderer?"

Thales' heart tightened.

"You claimed that you didn't come to the Emerald City voluntarily, that you and your father were incompatible, so you wanted to put aside the previous feud with me and work together, and you also tried hard to win my trust in confrontation after confrontation—but you Know, what is the best way to win trust?"

Jane said softly:

"It's actually very simple, simple beyond your imagination."

At this second, Thales felt his breath stagnate.

Like a sword blade.

"When I covered up the death of Moss and told you that it was for the sake of the overall situation," the Duke said slowly, "What you should do is not to inquire about the crime, but to tacitly understand and turn a blind eye, and I will know about you. attitude."

"When Diop's murder happened, I told you not to dig too deep. What you should do is not to get to the bottom of the matter until you find out the identity of the secret accountant. Instead, you should smile lightly and back away quietly. , I will know your position."

Thales stared at him with a numb expression.

"When what happened yesterday, whether it was Slimani, Lausanne II, or the Blood Bottle Gang," Zhan En continued, his tone becoming more and more indifferent, "what you should do is not to attack with all your strength, and put these chips You came to me to negotiate and claim credit for everything in your hands, but you should come to me from the very beginning, tell the whole story, and we will decide the direction together, and I will understand your signal."

Jen En raised his head, his misty eyes coincided with those of Thales.

"At a certain moment, maybe I will believe that you really want to cooperate with me: at least you have shown your sincerity with your actions."

Thales swallowed.

"But the truth is, every action you take after you arrive in Emerald City, every reaction you encounter, every confrontation with me, every excuse you make is 'we want to show the king'," Zhan En shook his head, "It's all about working hard to participate in the game, to fully control the chess game, and to finally seize the chips that will kill me."

The blade pierces through layers of defense, pointing directly at the vitals.

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

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

"But he said it to me," Zhan En said calmly, "My uncle said that what my father said only applies to the strong - because they never need to back down."

The prince's eyes trembled.

"Thales, maybe you don't think so, but these days, when you faced me in the Emerald City, you were so aggressive and turned against me, but you never took the initiative to take even half a step back, or rather, only you Thinking that you are retreating—this is why people need mirrors—this is exactly what those who are confident because they have enough chips, those who think they are the strongest in the game, will do it, and they will have self-consciousness, because you I also don’t see the option to take the initiative to retreat, and I’m more used to watching others retreat.”

Thales stared blankly at the cup of scented tea.

"In the National Conference eight years ago, I made such a mistake in the 'New Star' operation," Zhan En looked at him indifferently, "Now, it's your turn, Your Highness."

Thales did not speak.

He suddenly realized that his sword moves were weak.

It has long been seen through layers and cracked formulas.

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

Jane's eyes sharpened:

"Because even if you are on the same side, you still think you are the master of chess, and you think that your position is higher than them - second only to His Majesty the King."

Thales' eyes moved:

What?

"Perhaps others will be confused by the contradiction between you and Fuxing Palace, but I won't, it's impossible, because I know you too well, Thales."

Jane smiled.

"Look in the mirror, don't you think that every word and every action you have made since you came to the Emerald City-whether you cooperate with me, show favor to me, or participate in politics against your will, clumsily It doesn't matter if you go to grab chips, are all these actions incompatible with you, yourself, and your inner logic that Thales Canxing has always been, or even contradictory?"

Mismatched.

Contradictory?

Thales listened to Zhan En's words in a daze.

Why?

"Where is the boy who yelled at the corrupt nobles at the state council?"

Jane approached step by step.

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

The opponent's blade is as cold as ice.

"Where did the heroic Polaris in folklore go?"

And he was helpless.

"From the very first day, I knew that this is not the you you used to be, the real you," said the Duke of South Bank calmly, "but just a you who had to smile when the king pressed a sharp knife against your back."

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

Let your sword moves be all kinds of weird and strange, and your sword style be a hundred times more ingenious.

It can be like a sword.

It must be sheathed eventually.

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

The king's ship...

What he wants you to do...

"Be careful - your body will be smashed to pieces." The Duke's voice fell.

The reception room was silent.

How ugly, Thales.

The voice in the boy's heart sounded, complaining to him in a low voice.

Fortunately, you still think that your acting is flawless and there are no flaws.

As a result, in front of a real expert, it will be broken with one poke.

And you can't even fight back.

What a mess.

You self righteous idiot.

It makes it difficult to tell whether it is cunning or stupid.

Are you done?

Surrender?

"You seem to have mentioned to me before, a ghost story called Soulbone Jacques," Thales sneered when he heard his own voice, "It is said that it is spread around the East China Sea... the legend of ogre ghosts ?”

Zhan En was slightly taken aback.

"I went back to check last night," Thales sighed, "It is said that ogres will take on the appearance of other people, and after deceiving and defrauding, they will tear their skin open, reveal their true face, and open their hearts. , eating the heart and spleen."

Zhan En frowned and snorted coldly:

"Whose heart?"

Thales looked at the expression of the Duke of South Bank, trying to find clues from it.

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

Thales shook his head slowly:

"It's amazing."

Zhan En looked back at the prince indifferently.

"I retract my preface," the expression on the Duke's face disappeared, "From now on, you are not allowed to meet her, talk to her, exchange letters, let alone go out together..."

"Do you think Hillary will listen to you?"

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

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

Thales snorted softly.

"You know, the Blood Bottle Gang's seizure of power yesterday was not completely successful," said the prince, "the 'Phantom Blade' escaped the hunt, and the grass was not eradicated."

Zhan En was startled when he heard this:

"What? Where is Catherine?"

"You don't need to know."

Thales shook his head:

"You just need to know: They will be very nervous, because they will definitely be worried that the 'Phantom Blade' will come to you, making you alert and discover their actions."

Jen frowned.

Thales turned his gaze:

"Actually, they are right, because they will notice: You just sent someone impatiently to contact or test the Blood Bottle Gang."

At that second, Zhan En's eyes changed!

"You did it on purpose," Zhan En figured out something, he couldn't believe it, "You are hiding information, wait for me to move first, and watch me push myself into a corner."

Thales smiled.

This time, his blade was relentless and cruel.

Still bloody.

"Long nights and dreams, they will not tolerate changes. So no matter what they want to do, they will not wait any longer," Thales said softly, "They are here."

Jen stared at him.

"I dare say, this time it's no longer a small fight, cutting off the wings," Thales said with gloomy eyes, "it's a fatal blow."

Until he can't turn over.

The prince stood up slowly.

"Without my help, Jen, do you think you can stop it?"

Jane didn't speak.

He looked at the door, first in a daze, then firmly, and finally fiercely.

"Kevin Dill, don't die with the enemy." He said with difficulty.

No swordsman wants to back off.

So there is no winner in this fencing.

Only casualties.

"Then I can only wish you good luck," Thales stretched out his hand, straightened his collar, as if preparing, but also as a tribute, "May the empire last forever."

Jane didn't answer.

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

"Great, Ashford is finally not guarding the door."

Wearing a nightgown and disheveled hair, Shirley walked into the Duke's reception room carelessly. She was sleepy and even barefoot.

Jen En frowned slightly, and Thales turned his head in time to avoid looking at her disheveled appearance.

"I'm sorry, I slept too much yesterday, I was too tired yesterday," Xie Lai yawned, touched the bruise left on his arm yesterday, and rubbed the bandage on his neck, "Oh, you two haven't put each other down yet. I ate it, it seems that I am still early."

Strange.

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

But this time...

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

Healy opened her eyes and raised her eyebrows:

"Hey, why don't you just—"

"Your brother is right, Ms. Cecilia," Thales said softly, "Your transgression will embarrass us."

Xilai blinked and said suspiciously:

"Hey, why are you so courageous——"

"The celebration is not over yet, and we still have elections to attend today." Zhan En's voice was not loud and harsh, but his calm words made Xi Lai shut up unconsciously, "Okay Get ready, don't lose your courtesy—I'm not ordering you as a brother, but as a duke."

Xilai finally sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and frowned as he looked at his brother.

Both Jen and Thales were silent.

A few seconds later, Miss Kevin Dill took a deep breath, and she strode towards Thales, 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 withdrew his arm like an electric shock, avoiding Xi Lai's touch.

Healy froze.

She stared blankly at Thales's movements ~IndoMTL.com~ with gloved hands hanging in the air.

Thales was short of breath. He tilted his head and clenched his fists, not looking at Xi Lai.

[What the **** is it! 】

[Evil, it is evil. 】

"Master Zhan En is right, Ms. Cecilia, the Emerald Celebration is not over yet," Thales took a deep breath, "We must all prepare well, don't be rude."

Perhaps this is a good thing, Thales.

The voice in his heart sneered:

Maybe the posture is ugly...

But from now on, you are ready.

Under the incredulous eyes of Xi Lai and the icy cold eyes of Zhan En, Thales got up and left his seat, and left the reception room without looking back.