Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 48: King to the Duke of Thales

"Boom! Boom!"

　　 A few muffled noises came from the banquet, and there were also exclamations from the crowd.

　　 Because of preparation, Thales didn't panic, but at the moment he stood up subconsciously, Mallos next to him was merciless and slapped him!

　　 is so powerful that he almost makes him suspect that his guard captain is the assassin.

　　 Thales fell on Glover’s broad arms. Before he could react, the three big guys on the guard wing of the Star Lake Guard—Bastiya, Frank Zuk, and Ferry—never knew Somewhere came out, together with Glover, they formed a wall on all sides, pressing the Duke of Xinghu tightly and airtight.

　　 "The highest alert! The guard wing is in place! The vanguard wing returns!"

　　 Mallos’ voice came from the gap between the human flesh of the four big men: "Don’t worry about what happened..."

　　 "Protect Your Highness to a safe place!"

　　 So the four walls supported him, stumbling and moving unstoppably.

　　 Thales felt dim in front of his eyes, half of his face was stuffed on Bastia's strong abdominal muscles, and his armor was painful.

　　 For five full seconds, he could only struggle to expand his arms and break the ground between the four thick human walls:

　　"Hey, give me some space, hello..."

　　 In his ears, he only heard the commotion at the banquet, and from time to time he heard the muffled noise of the collision of tables and chairs, the shouts of male guests and the screams of female guests.

　　 "Oh my God!"

　　"Get them away!"

　　 "No! Baron!"

　　 Damn, what's wrong!

　　 Fortunately, Thales moved less than a few meters irritably, and the anxious voice of Deputy Guard Vogel rang:

　　 "Damn it, royal guard, calm down!"

　　 "That was not an assassination at all, it was far away from us..."

　　 is simply a life-saving nature.

　　 Thales felt it, and stopped.

　　 "Wait a minute," Mallos's voice also rang, "Let's take a look."

　　 In the next second, Thales reappeared.

　　Although he was still surrounded by several guards, he regained the right to breathe, supporting Ferry’s shoulder somehow, and finally got up:

　　 "What happened..."

　　 had the advantage that the Duke of Xinghu had a higher seat, Thales looked towards the center of the commotion.

　　 I saw all the guests in the banquet hall standing on tiptoe and crowding together curiously.

　　Amidst the crowd of onlookers, there was an open space: a long table was overturned long ago, dishes and cutlery fell to the ground, and many guests turned their backs on their horses and were awkwardly helped by the people around them.

What is 　　 doing?

　　 Thales did not understand what happened at the party.

　　 But he can see that the long tables of the dukes are also tense:

　　The royal guard separated the unchanging look of Jane to the corner, but his butler took the master's glass to keep up.

　　 Cycloste angrily pushed away the two guards who wanted to take him away, the latter dared not speak.

　　 Duke Arund received the same treatment as Thales, and was directly surrounded by the flag-wing guards.

The two commanders of the 　　 guards on the scene looked like enemies, with solemn faces: Mallos was nervously communicating with the Star Lake Guard, Vogel also ordered the manpower from the Fuxing Palace, but the latter kept sending people out, the former Has been gathering people back.

　　 "Hurry up and find out what happened. If it's drunk and messy, let me suppress it no matter how big it is. I'll talk about it tomorrow..." This is Vogel.

　　 "Maintain the highest alert," Mallos's voice sounded, alert:

　　 "Protect your Highness, this may be a riot caused by the assassin, look for opportunities to take action..."

　　 Doyle was unable to squeeze into Thales’ "Protection Four" at the first time. He was originally upset, but he was full of confidence after listening: "Wrap it on me, sir!"

　　He tried his best to move to Thales:

　　 "With me, even if the entire Mindis Hall is exploded, no one can touch your Royal Highness's hair..."

　　 But just now.

　　 "Hey, D.D..."

　　, the tallest, best-viewed Frank Zuke stared at the restless crowd, hesitated:

　　 "That seems to be... your father."

　　Doyle was taken aback:

　　"What?"

　　 He quickly got out of the guard wing formation, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed Frank Zuk’s shoulder.

　　 It's not just Doyle, the others are also shocked.

　　Franzuk hesitated after seeing the truth:

　　"Should he be drunk and fighting with people...?"

　　 Thales narrowed his eyes:

　　 Sure enough, a figure similar to the old Baron Doyle was dragged on the ground and screamed.

　　Someone tried to stop, but it didn't seem to work.

　　 is surrounded by shouting crowds. They move back to the center of the conflict.

　　 "Oh no, this occasion," Doyle saw the situation clearly, jumped with anger and scratched his head in a hurry:

　　 "Daddy...I really convinced you..."

　　D.D presses down on the weapon and instinctively wants to rush down, but Mallos pushes him back to Thales, angrily:

　　 "Keep your post, Dennis Doyle!"

　　 Doyle woke up under a shock, and returned to the formation in a jealousy.

　　 "Indeed, it's the slick, greedy, speculative old baron," Vogel came to Mallos and frowned:

　　"Can he still fight with people?"

　　Several servants rushed in, trying to maintain order while helping the guests affected by the conflict.

　　 But the next moment, the man dragging the old Baron Doyle turned around and threw the two servants a few meters away!

　　 "Sunset!"

　　 "You guys don't call anymore!"

　　"Good! Good fight! Keep on fighting! Hit him! Our northerners support you!"

　　 "Help him!"

　　 "Stay back! Nothing to look at!"

　　 Many high-status and high-quality guests tried their best to maintain order, making everyone back, and the crowd shouted and stood out.

　　 Mallos and Vogel frowned at the same time.

　　 Okay, if the old Baron Doyle can fight, Thales doesn't know.

　　 But he saw that the Baron’s opponent was really good at fighting.

　　 See Doyle anxiously.

　　 "Go on and continue to maintain the highest vigilance." After hearing the report, Mallos gave a muffled order.

　　 Obviously, Vogel no longer has any leisure to point to Mallos, he is also serious:

　　 "Concentrate, pay attention to the suspicious guy, now is a good time to fish in troubled waters-also protect other dukes and nobles."

　　 "Let the emergency team take action, no matter what it is, jealousy or drunk, please press me down..."

　　But...

　　 "No, Lord Tarron."

　　Marius stared at the two people at the center of the conflict and interrupted Vogel:

　　 "I recognize that look."

　　 Mallos’ next sentence made everyone nervous:

　　 "That's the assassin."

　　 Thales was surprised.

　　"What?"

　　Doyle's eyes widened: "My father? Assassin?"

　　D.D laughed ugly:

　　 "Hey, no, sir, don't make a joke. In his rank, even my stepmother's pet cat may not even play well..."

　　 But Doyle was talking, realizing something.

　　 He turned pale, and subconsciously looked towards the court.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　　 A high-pitched and sharp female voice sounded from the crowd!

　　 "Blood! See blood!"

　　 Thales only had time to see a flash of cold light, and the party crowd backed away again!

　　 The next second, he was once again surrounded by the royal guard, only to hear the voices from around him.

　　 "It's stopping them!"

　　 "Help!"

　　 "Someone is injured!"

　　 "This is not necessary!"

　　 Thales tried his best to squeeze out a gap, and peeked out from under Glover's armpit.

　　 "Don't panic, just keep our posts, protect your Royal Highness and the nobles, and let others deal with the incident." Mallos' cold order came.

　　 "But sir, my father—" Doyle seemed to be anxiously pleading.

　　 At this time, an angry and depressed male voice broke the dullness of the air and echoed throughout the banquet hall:

　　 "Quiet!"

　　 "I don't want to hurt you!"

　　 "If you don't want to die, give me back!"

　　 Thales was blocked behind Glover, unable to see anything, but the noise of the crowd seemed to stop abruptly, and then it turned into a rustling whisper.

　　 "Sir, we should stop this immediately..." This was D.D's voice again, anxiously, his footsteps sounded.

　　 Mallos’s frustrated voice came:

　　 "Damn it, Glover, stop him!"

　　 Thales only felt loose in front of him, and he regained the vision in front of him: Glover grabbed Doyle, who wanted to rush forward, and knocked the latter to the ground.

　　 As for the lobby...

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Vogel looked at the center of the banquet hall in disbelief:

　　 A young male nobleman is glaring wide, holding the old Baron Doyle with a swollen nose and trembling with his left hand, and a sharp dagger with a cold light in his right hand.

　　 "Get back! Everyone!" he warned.

The 　　 dagger continued to point at the surrounding people as he turned around.

　　 pointed at the point of the sword, the crowd stepped back in a circle until the clearing grew bigger and bigger, leaving only him and the baron. ,

　　 "That sword... how did he get the weapon? All the guests, we all..."

　　 Vogel was frightened and summoned his men again and again.

　　 "It doesn't matter anymore." Mallos didn't care much about the "Assassin" on the other side.

　　The watchman first looked back at Thales, and found that the curious Duke was only disheveled and his hairstyle was a little messy:

　　"The important thing is that he got it."

　　 Thales, who was firmly "locked" in the wall of three people, blinked desperately, watching this scene of hostage-taking in the arena:

　　"What's the situation--let him get up, Brother Luo, you guys, don't press him anymore."

　　 Brother Luofu got up, pulled up the unwilling D.D, and patted him on the shoulder.

　　In the lobby, several more prestigious guests came forward to persuade the young man who was holding hostages:

　　 "Calm down, sir..."

　　 "There is no need to use a sword..."

　　"Any contradiction, we can communicate slowly..."

　　 "Everyone, the weather is so good, why not sit down and have a drink?"

　　While speaking, two guards from Mindis Hall rushed from behind, trying to subdue the captors!

　　 But Thales saw that the young man smashed the hilt of Baron Doyle's sword severely, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain, and he immediately turned around!

　　 The sword light flashed quickly.

　　 "Clang! Clang!"

　　 With a few soft noises, the figure of the young man staggered among the guards besieging him. One guard knelt in pain and was kicked a few meters away by the opponent's leg. The other guard screamed, and the weapon fell and covered. The bleeding arm backed back again and again.

　　 really saw the blood, and the group screamed again.

　　 For a moment, reinforcements arrived, and the three guards squeezed the crowd, but stopped shortly before they gathered.

　　 "One step forward!"

　　 The young man grabbed the collar of the old Baron Doyle, and put the dagger on his neck:

　　 "He was really dead."

　　The young man looks ugly, but his eyes are extremely decisive.

　　 The crowd was whispering, and there was a lot of light gathering, including many heavyweights.

　　 Only Thales frowned slightly:

　　 This person, this "Assassin"...

　　 is somewhat familiar.

　　 Mallos's eyes sank:

　　"This skill..."

　　 Watching the development of the situation in surprise, Vogel's eyes changed and nodded:

　　 "It's pretty good."

　　 "And style."

　　 "The posture is beautiful, the moves are subtle, and the angles are tricky," Mallos mused:

　　"It is the Tower of End, the swordsmanship of the line of "Rose"."

　　 "The art of the End Tower...you mean," Vogel looked solemnly:

　　"Aristocrat from a foreign land?"

　　 Mallos nodded:

　　 "Maybe."

　　 At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded out of thin air:

　　 "You despicable bastard!"

　　 An aristocratic woman who was smeared and powdered broke free from the crowd, raised a dinner plate, and rushed to the assassin like crazy!

　　 The guards and the captors were taken aback.

　　"My old lady fights with you--"

　　 The woman’s dinner plate was shot desperately on the young man, who did not fight back, but dragged the old baron back all the way, in a moment of embarrassment.

　　Until he couldn't stand it, he roared and knocked the woman down two meters away.

　　The old baron exclaimed.

　　 "You'd better stand back, Mrs. Doyle," the young man gritted his teeth, his blade firmly resisted the trembling Baron Doyle:

　　 "I have no habit of being rough with women."

　　 The Baroness Doyle was all embarrassed and she was teary, but she struggled to get up, hysterical:

　　 "If you want to harm my husband!"

　　 "Then you better kill me first!"

　　 The young man clenched his teeth, while the kidnapped old baron exhaled in pain.

　　 "Damn mother-in-law, you have a fart to come up," the old baron said angrily:

　　 "Stay back!"

　　 sitting on the ground, Ewha’s tearful Mrs. Doyle changed her expression: "What?"

　　 "What is your name, my old lady?"

　　, the ferocity was revealed for a while.

　　 Old Baron Doyle shook instinctively.

　　 "I mean, my dear, is it okay to step back," the baron's voice softened, and he squeezed an ugly smile under the blade:

　　 "Listen to him, stand back and protect yourself."

　　 "This way, I can live."

　　 At this moment, an angry male voice rushed into the field with his footsteps!

　　 "Let go of him!"

　　 "Let go of my father!"

　　 Thales was startled, and then he realized that Doyle did not know when he had left Glover's care, left the formation, and rushed into the arena.

　　 rushed to his father!

　　 Vogel frowned and looked at Mallos: The latter stared at Glover with a gloomy face.

　　The banquet crowd exclaimed again that no one can care about the guards who are trying to maintain order and evacuate everyone.

　　 Doyle charged so fast, he smashed the guards away, and the sword came out of its sheath!

　　 "Clang!"

　　 The young man had no choice but to confront D.D.

　　 "What is coming for me!"

　　 Doyle was extremely angry, and his sword moves swiftly, going straight back and forth.

　　 "The coward who bullies the soft and fears hardship!"

　　 This is the first time Thales has seen D.D make a sword.

　　 is different from Thales’s always impression of him. Doyle, who is glib and foolish, has an upright, bright and magnificent swordsmanship.

　　 The pace is steady, the movements are smooth, and the offense and defense are well done.

　　 There are only two moves, forcing the captor to retreat continuously.

　　 "Your father?"

　　 For two seconds, the captor sneered and defended.

　　 "Your father! Bullying and fearing hardship? Hahaha!"

　　 But this is not a fair fight.

　　 The young man flew up a wine glass under his feet, and when Doyle blocked the glass, the captain’s sword had fallen on the old baron’s neck.

　　 "Stay back, or I will kill him now!"

　　The young man pushed the Baron in front of him, blocking Doyle's sight.

　　 His voice trembled, and he was even more resentful than D.D!

　　 Doyle was furious, and the knight sword in his hand trembled.

　　 "Ahhhhh...coward!"

　　 But the young man was unmoved, and even pulled the old baron’s hair like a demonstration.

　　, it was the old baron who gave a bad cry.

　　 "Smelly boy," Baron Doyle, who has a bruised face and is struggling to speak, said with difficulty:

　　 "This is your father's business... Take your mother, get out!"

　　D.D was breathing in pain, but in the end he lowered his sword and backed up to lift up his stepmother.

　　 Thales couldn’t help but say:

　　 "Lord Mallos, maybe we..."

　　 But the next moment, Mallos interrupted him gloomily, with an unbearable chill permeating every word:

　　 "You... drag me back that guy, even if you break your leg."

　　 Thales was delayed for a while.

　　 The Star Lake Guards looked at each other, and the three of them went out and led their orders.

　　 Many Il’s skills are not bad, but the two fists are hard to beat the six hands: Piloga dispels his resistance, Kong Muto restrains his struggle, the young Nexi is the most direct, a punch is the most direct. The lower abdomen didn't work, so I made a second punch.

　　 Until the dying Doyle, amidst the cry of his stepmother, he was framed by three people back to the guard formation.

　　In the distance, several dukes have different expressions: Jane is thoughtful, Cyclops looks furious, and Duke Val is sitting on the sidelines, even interested in pouring wine for himself.

　　 below, the "Star Seven Servants" who are still in their seats, directly under the central collar, are not so calm.

　　 Baron Doyle, who is also the Seven Servant, was held hostage. Viscount Adrian was worried about talking to Lozano Glover. Baron Stewart gritted his teeth, "Little Iron Spur", Mrs. Barney He held his son's hand tightly, comforted the conflict, and curled up with the crying Luther Barney.

　　 Viscount Paterson, who is old and hard-earned, listened hard to hear the two nephews report the crisis in horror, and asked loudly from time to time, which relieved the tension.

　　"Young man, this is a royal banquet, and the respected Duke of Thales is present."

　　 Among the crowd present, there is quite a prestige in the royal party, and the honorary earl who is responsible for receiving at the royal banquet, Godwin is more and more out, his voice is calm and gentle:

　　 "No matter what, your actions like this are unwise and are more likely to hurt many people."

　　"Whether it is to Baron Doyle or to yourself."

　　 Faced with the persuasion of Lord Godwin, the captor laughed, the laughter was sad and hopeless.

　　 Thales was deeply disturbed.

　　 But only a few seconds later, the young man took a deep breath and tried to put away his madness and anger.

　　 "I'm sorry, Lord Earl."

　　 "But everyone, please don't panic."

　　 Seeing that the panicked crowd gradually calmed down, and the guards in front of him did not mean to attack, the young man took a breather or two, and said loudly:

　　 "Just listen to me."

　　The captor dropped the old baron, looked around, gritted his teeth and said:

　　 "I have been educated, know Li Mingde, and have no intention of hurting the innocent at the banquet in Mindis Hall."

　　 "This is the last resort!"

　　 The old Doyle at his feet snorted:

　　"Bah..."

　　 But the young man gave a sharp look, lowered his head, and kicked without mercy!

　　 "Shut up, old silverfish!"

　　 The crowd exclaimed again.

　　 "The guards here can't handle it, we have to do something."

On the side of 　　 Thales, Deputy Guard Captain Vogel whispered to his messenger:

　　"Control the periphery, quietly and gradually evacuate the crowd, observe the left and right, don't relax-don't let the guy find out."

　　Many people have to leave and take action.

　　 Vogel looked back:

　　"Are you sure it is him?"

　　 "Is it possible that there is someone else, and he is just a bait?"

　　 Mallos nodded calmly:

　　 "Look at his eyes, I am sure."

　　 The watchman does not look at the unwilling D.D who is restrained by the two, "It's just that I guessed wrong: his goal is not His Royal Highness, but Baron Doyle."

　　"Then what shall we do?"

　　 Thales couldn't help but say: "Let him take hostages?"

　　"The king is not here, maybe the Duke of Xinghu with the highest status, the owner here..."

　　 "No," Mallos refused quickly, leaving no room:

　　 "Listen well, Your Highness, you will stay here."

　　 Thrill was speechless for a while.

　　, the deputy captain frowned.

　　 Mallos turned his head, looks capable, and vigorous:

　　 "Glover, you will immediately gather Morgan, Italiano, Pezzarossi... well, and Toledo and Trifanov."

　　 Brother Luofo was startled, and his face was puzzled.

　　 In the Star Lake Guard, Morgan is a veteran of the Vanguard Wing.

　　 But Italiano is subordinate to the logistics wing, and Pezzarosi is a follower of the penalty officer Patterson.

　　 As for Toledo and Cuifanov, both of them had been in the command wing before, and followed Mallos' subordinates for many years, and continued to serve as his messengers after arriving in Mindis Hall.

　　 But these seemingly unrelated candidates...

　　"They are all good at reconnaissance or sniper."

　　, the solemn-faced Mallos explained clearly in one sentence:

　　"Equipped the bow and crossbow, you will lead the team, divide into three groups to go to the high platform, find a good shooting circle, wait for my signal, it is best to kill with one arrow, or two arrows..."

　　 But Vogel's expression on one side changed drastically.

　　 "You are crazy!"

　　 The deputy captain held down Glover, who was about to take his order, and gritted his teeth at Mallos:

　　 "Look around, from Duke Earl to Star Seven!"

　　 Thales glanced at the guests subconsciously, and found that in fact, many people secretly looked at here.

　　 "Min Disi Hall, the royal banquet, the nobles and high-ranking officials in the royal capital are here, which means that the whole kingdom is watching!"

　　 Vogel glanced around worriedly and lowered his voice:

　　"If he stabbed with a sword without saying a word, it would be fine, but he is holding hostages and is still negotiating with Lord Godwin..."

　　 Mallos frowned.

　　"Drunk disputes, personal grievances, this is one thing. But if the hostages are killed in public, the lives are bloodied, and the royal family preempts them, that’s another..."

　　 Mallos shook his head:

　　"This is the least troublesome..."

　　 Vogel interrupted him urgently:

　　"This is the trouble!"

The leader of 　　 disagrees again, the surrounding royal guards are trembling, and they dare not take a mouthful.

　　 Even Thales, who had relaxed by discovering that he was not assassinating himself, became nervous again.

　　The deputy captain glared at the watchman:

　　 "Don't forget, His Royal Highness Thales is the master of the banquet! If one of the seven waiters dies here, it will be counted on him!"

　　 Telston was surprised.

　　"Furthermore, if you fail to beheaded, that guy will start to hack the crowd, the scene is out of control..."

　　 Vogel’s voice is becoming more and more cautious:

　　 "And anyone here, even a minor girl, has a lot to do with..."

　　 Mallos remained unmoved, observing the terrain in the field:

　　"We can drag the negotiation, gradually clear the scene, clear the firing boundary, reduce the scope of spread and the associated damage..."

　　"It's not just physical damage!"

　　 Vogel's voice becomes more urgent, obviously losing patience:

　　 "For the sake of the sunset, the moon and the night!"

　　"This is just a banquet dispute, don't make it like a palace rebellion, **** war!"

　　 Thales feels cold.

　　 Gong rebellion, **** war...

　　The deputy captain stared at Mallos fiercely:

　　 "How many years have passed, the first royal banquet after the heirs of the kingdom returned home, what we least need, and the least can't have, is this situation and impression!"

　　 "Do you understand?"

　　 This time, Mallos was silent.

　　 He faced Vogel's lesson without refuting it.

　　 "Earl Godwin has already come forward, and the best result of this matter is to negotiate a settlement."

　　 Vogel restrained his emotions and looked back on the field:

　　 "The painful killer is the best policy."

　　 On the other side, the negotiations between Lord Godwin and the captor continue.

　　"Young people, good years, why bother to make mistakes?"

　　Earl Godwin's words are as gentle as ever, making people heard sincere:

　　"Let go of your weapons, let go of Baron Doyle, let's talk slowly. I promise with your reputation that you will get the help you deserve."

　　The young man wiped the blood off his face and glanced at the old baron at his feet.

　　 "Dear Lord Godwin, your reputation is very good, and I am very grateful for your care and help."

　　His eyes were filled with indifference and resentment.

　　 "But I'm sorry, you can't help me."

　　 "No one can help."

　　 "You don't have to say it too hard, young man." Earl Godwin motioned to the guards not to irritate each other, and said softly:

　　"First of all, who are you?"

　　The young man was silent for a while.

　　 The next second, he pressed the old baron's shoulder, and the latter trembled with fright.

　　 "I am Anke Bailar."

　　The blood-stained captor raised his head, but there was a sense of pride in his words:

　　 "From the Western Wilderness, the Bailar family from Yachi Town."

　　 The voice of the young man who claims to be Anke Bailar trembled:

　　"His Majesty Kessel, his loyal servant, brave warrior, and..."

　　His voice lowered:

　　 "Insignificant people."

　　 Anke slowly raised his head, looking sharply at everyone:

　　 "And my father is one of the thousands of lords who are justified in the Kingdom of Stars, the Baron of Crows Town."

　　 There was a small commotion among the crowd. Many people turned around to find friends who were in or familiar with the Western Wilderness and tried to dig out some information.

　　 "Damn it, it's a hereditary noble from a foreign land." On Thales' side, Deputy Guard Captain Vogel hurriedly waved and summoned the flag-winged men:

　　 "Check if it's true, and quickly inform Fuxing Palace."

　　 Lord Godwin discussed with a few friends.

　　 "Anke, right? The Bailar family..."

　　"Since you were born noble and have been educated since childhood," Earl Godwin turned around, gradually turning from mild to serious:

　　 "Then you should know..."

　　"Whether it's the kidnapping of the old and the weak or the despicable assassination, whether it disturbs the guests or insults the banquet host, it will bring shame to your family!"

　　 Anke panted in a daze.

　　 "Please forgive me, I took the risk and disturbed you all because I was desperate."

　　 His voice is dry and hoarse.

　　 is full of despair.

　　 Anke raised his sword with a hate on his face, and forced it on the old baron’s neck again:

　　 "Because only here can I catch this **** old silverfish!"

　　"Forcing him to look at me face to face!"

　　 Looking at the other party's resolute eyes, Thales' heart moved!

　　"This bastard..."

　　 D.D, who has recovered a little bit, is still being held by his colleagues with his arms. He gritted his teeth and struggled:

　　 "There is a kind of you——"

　　 but he didn't finish, because Mallos turned his head back and slapped him with a loud slap mercilessly!

　　 Snap!

　　 Doyle was stunned.

　　 He stared blankly at Marius, whose eyes were like a knife.

　　 "If you want to kill your father, just say it!"

　　 The watchman said coldly:

　　 "Let him go! I want to see how many stupid things you can do today!"

　　 Piloga holding him hesitated, only to loosen the switch a little bit, but Komutto simply let go of Doyle.

　　 The latter took a few breaths in a daze, touched the red and swollen face, looked at the kidnapped father tremblingly, and finally gritted his teeth and squatted down in pain.

　　 Mallos's actions were swift and resolute, without sloppy, but Vogel frowned at the side, Thales was also startled.

　　 But Duke Xinghu came back to his senses and looked at the situation on the court.

　　He focuses on another part.

　　The assassin—Anke Bailar.

　　 is him.

　　 Thales looked serious: He recognized it.

　　 At the beginning of the banquet, the prince played on the spot and gave an opening speech.

　　 And after his bold "Fuck you Chaman Rumba", a young nobleman responded first, raising his glass first, and speaking loudly.

　　[To Duke Thales! 】

　　 [For his enlightenment, wisdom, mind, courage-and youth! 】

　　 is him.

　　 It was his generous echoing response that caused the guests present to respond and bless the Duke of Xinghu in a tidal wave.

　　 Thales recalled the scene just now and looked at the young man with a complicated mood: He held the sword in one hand and held the dying Baron Doyle in the other, his expression resolutely determined.

　　 just like Mallos said...

　　 regard death as home.

　　 "Anke, you said that your father is the lord and the baron of Crowsaw Town," Lord Godwin said slowly:

　　 "Then he would like to see you like this?"

　　Anke trembled all over.

　　 "My father, Baron Baylar of Crows Town..."

　　 He clasped the old baron’s neck tightly, his eyes blurred, and muttered:

　　 "If he doesn't want to, he will never see him."

　　 Lord Godwin was startled.

　　Anke took a deep breath and became angry and focused again, looking at everyone.

　　 "A few months ago, my father, as one of the lords of the Western Desert, responded to the call of Duke Falkenhauser."

　　"He led his army westward, expedition to the desert, thousands of miles away, raising the stars and the country."

　　 Telston got a shock.

　　Expedition to the desert? Isn't that--

　　Anke’s voice echoed in the hall, proud and generous:

　　"He was ordered to lead the army! For His Royal Highness Thales’ return journey..."

　　 "Open the way!"

　　 Thales was stunned.

　　 Many eyes shot at the prince, all inclusive.

　　 Including Jayne’s interest, Cyclops’ sharp sharpness, and Duke Val’s indifference and silence.

　　 wait a minute.

　　 Thales was shocked, and the journey to the Western Wilderness returned to his mind.

　　 A few months ago, the local conscripts of the princes of the Western Desolation who cleaned the desert together with the Royal Standing Army, their fate......

　　"Until that early morning~IndoMTL.com~ a few hours before the Duke of Thales was finally found..."

　　 Anke in a daze:

　　"While the Wings of Legend was not in the camp, the Bonemen and Orcs came and invaded Bladefang Dune Camp."

　　"Father, who was still in the camp, was suddenly attacked in his sleep."

　　"The army under his command was almost completely wiped out."

　　 "And he himself was seriously injured."

　　 Bladefang Dune...

　　 Thales trembled in his heart.

　　Legendary Wings-Baron Romance appeared in front of him with murderous eyes.

　　 and his chilling words:

　　 [Kill back to the camp... no matter who you encounter... no matter it is a human or a bastard...]

　　[Sai...er...li...kai...]

　　 Thales' breathing is slightly stagnant.

　　"As a defeated general, my father Yu Yu returned home and returned to Yachi Town, and was criticized again..."

　　Assassin, the captor, Anke Bailar took a deep breath and raised his head with red eyes:

　　 "In a few moments, his injury worsened and he was tortured both physically and mentally..."

　　 The young man holding the sword raised his head and looked at Thales aloft, hoarsely:

　　 "End in pain."

　　 At the other end of his vision, Thales clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

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