Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 51: She Zuo (Part 1)

"No way."

After Vogel put forward his ideas, Mallos flatly refused:

"It's too risky to sniper now."

Vogel frowned:

"This was the first thing you mentioned. Have you changed your mind now?"

Malos shook his head:

"Now he has no more legitimate reasons, in the name of revenge, to ask your Highness to witness the duel."

Vogel disdains cold snort:

"Just a fart."

Before them, Thales was still staring at Anke, who was holding the hostages, and his thoughts were confused.

What to do?

Reject him, allow him, kill him, convince him...

It's messy.

"Bailar!"

In the lobby, Lord Godwin, who came forward to communicate, was furious and screamed:

"You are too arrogant! To sensationalize and intimidate your Highness, is this a gentleman's trip, a courtier's act?"

But Anke was clearly prepared, he did not flinch, and looked back proudly:

"Doesn’t everyone, as a citizen of the stars, have the right to appeal to our Supreme King?"

His hand made the kidnapped old baron groan again in pain.

"Isn't it the duty of every king to listen to the sincere voice of every citizen?"

Anke's words resounded through the hall, not only making Thales' frowns heavier, but also making the restless guests more restless.

Earl Godwin was speechless for a while and couldn't find a rebuttal—whether it was "appeal" or "king", the traps formed by these words were too obvious and too dangerous.

Malles ignored the situation in the venue and continued to communicate with the deputy guard captain in a low voice:

"If we act first, the wrong person is His Royal Highness Thales, who is timid, incompetent, and despicable—in his Mindis Hall, at his banquet."

Vogel thought for a while, and said decisively:

"The guard can take responsibility, you and me."

"If necessary, resign and take the blame, nothing special."

But Mallos shook his head:

"Do you think people will care?"

Other terms have deep meaning:

"The royal guard, the focus is always on the royal family, not the guard."

Listening to the conversation between the two guards behind him, Thales became heavier.

What to do?

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

Anke turned around and looked expectantly at the person standing tallest at the moment:

"The law of heaven is imminent, just waiting for your order."

"How dare you!"

His aggressiveness drew Godwin's rebuke again, but Anke ignored him and just stared at Thales.

It's like staring at his prey.

"Reject him, Your Highness."

Vogel was angry and whispered behind Thales:

"The lord of the stars, the royal family is majestic and will never allow people to coerce."

Thyls was about to open his mouth subconsciously, but Mallos' voice came from the other side softly:

"Then forced him to kill the baron?"

"Let His Royal Highness become a cold-blooded bystander, a murderous patron?"

"Don't forget, it is the Seven Stars serving the royal family."

Thyls's teeth were so heavy immediately that he was silent.

Vogel immediately refuted:

"That can't contribute to the barbaric vulgarity of'Life and Death Duel'! Your Royal Highness is affected by the influence of the North, so it is better to keep people behind. If the kingdom is effective in the future..."

Earl Godwin and Anker’s high-pitched repulsion, the low-pitched quarrel between Mallos and Vogel, the back and forth arguing between the guests and the guests, countless voices from the senses of **** into the range of perception of Thales, shaking His consciousness hits his spirit.

He was exhausted, who had experienced the torment of the night of the banquet.

Malos’ voice continued, calm and indifferent, refuting Vogel:

"No matter how bad or backward this custom is, it is also a means by His Highness to resist King Nunn. It has been passed on as a good talk and has become a sign. Now I deny it..."

That was a misunderstanding.

Thyls was exhausted and expressionless.

Back then, he just scared the Yankees, and Nunn never—why did he make it seem like he really had a duel with the natural king? "

Thyls sighed heavily in his heart.

In the beginning, why did he propose a duel to King Nunn?

God knows how much he regrets.

Also, who actually passed this incident?

In the Hall of Heroes back then, the princes of Exeter who were present had such loose mouths?

A small commotion in the guard: D.D's expression was distorted, dragging Glover's shackles, and trying to squeeze in front of the two officers.

"Please let me fight him, your highness, sir."

Doyle held down Glover, held back his emotions, and stared at the enemy who held his father:

"I can kill him righteously--this is just a grudge between the two families."

D.D looked anxious, looking forward and nervous.

Vogel sneered in his nose, disdainfully.

Tyles' complexion was gloomy.

"That's right in that guy's arms."

Malos shook his head:

"Baylar died in a glorious duel to avenge his father. His experience will be remembered and understood to the greatest extent, and no one will remember his illegal actions and ulterior motives."

"His Royal Highness, including the royal family, will be forced to the cusp of the storm, and will be infamous for bullying and swearing his life."

In the hall, Anke calmly and clearly refuted Earl Godwin's reprimand. Baron Doyle trembled under his sword, and the audience's discussions continued one after another, becoming more restless.

D.D gritted his teeth.

Malós’s words are getting more and more serious:

"And he is just someone's tool, a chess piece on the table."

Chess pieces.

[Child, be strong. 】

【Don't become a chess piece that is arbitrarily manipulated and sacrificed at will. 】

Thinking of Falkenhauser's words silently, Thales tightened the muscles in his arms.

"As for those in the audience, the hands behind..."

Malles kept the following words in his heart:

Maybe taking advantage of the death of Bailar, this case was originally just a contract dispute, and it was raised to unprecedented heights-such as kingdom rule.

Doyle and Bailar.

How many cases similar to them can be counted throughout the kingdom?

How many situations are different from them?

How many examples are there for reference to each other?

Malles's eyes freeze.

No, it will be given a different meaning and become the fuse of a series of political storms...

"But, Mallos," Thales tried not to pay attention to the gazes cast on him by countless people, turned his head, whispered, tired:

"He is just a desperate man who was forced by the situation to take risks."

Malles looked at Anke with burning eyes and squinted.

"So he is stubborn and dangerous."

"More than the caring people behind him."

The watchman is gloomy and authentic:

"It is a good chess."

"A good sword."

Good chess.

Thyls did not answer, but closed his eyes, making him more tired.

"Your Highness!"

Anke became more impatient, and the urging voice overwhelmed Lord Godwin’s condemnation:

"What made you hesitate to this point?"

I saw the intruder of the Bailar family step forward, making the surrounding guards more tense, at the same time he raised his short sword and pointed directly at the Duke of Xinghu on the steps!

"Hesitation about fairness and justice, or confusion about imperial traditions?"

Anke glared at Doyle next to Thales:

"Or is there a difference between relatives and sparseness, would you rather protect your vassals and guards next to you?"

D.D's face changed, and his face appeared angry.

"Is there no way?"

Doyle's fist was shaking, and Glover had to hold him tightly:

"Let this **** speak up here, hurt my father and damage the reputation of your highness..."

"The best way is to strengthen the investigation beforehand to suppress the storm," Mallos said solemnly:

"Make this guy unable to export."

"Let the guards keep this matter out of the hall and make it non-existent-whether it's the case or the assassination or holding."

Vogel's face became more unsightly, D.D became more anxious:

"His Royal Highness..."

The discussion of the guests once again ushered in a wave of climax, including fierce quarrels.

Many people are angry at Anke's disrespect, but the son of the Bailar family is not afraid, or stays still, or rebuts.

Tyles was breathing in a trance, only to feel the nails in his palms getting more and more prickly and painful.

Just now.

"I thought about it."

Malles spoke in a low voice, attracting the attention of the guards:

"There is another way."

"It can save the life of the baron, but also solve the problem."

Vogel and Terszchi looked sideways.

But Mallos turned to Doyle:

"Prepare for a duel, D.D."

Doyle should instinctively, and when he reacted, he was shocked:

"Okay—sir?"

I saw Mallos' face as indifferent as before, only his tone became serious:

"But, Danny Doyle Pioneer Officer."

He rarely calls Doyle by his full name, making the latter nervous.

"Listen carefully."

The next moment, the words of the watchman will make everyone look different:

"You are going to die."

Thyls was stunned.

The same person who was stunned was Vogel and the guards around him.

What?

"This duel," Mallos said indifferently, but his eyes fixed on D.D's body:

"You must..."

"Dead in his hands."

Thyls reacted, shocked.

He wasn't the only one who responded.

"What?" Vogel looked at the watchman in disbelief.

"Opponents want to use the anger of the crowd, we will return the original number."

Malles turned his head indifferently, not looking at Doyle, who was completely stunned and tranced.

"Doyle accepted the duel, but was killed by his opponents-in this way, no matter what the reason is, the Bailar family had a banquet, borrowed foreign evil laws to kill their own peers. They are naturally at a loss, as everyone remembers. Only the patience and humiliation of your family, and the compellingness of His Highness Thales."

"Afterwards, the royal family can take the center of justice, occupy the moral high ground, and calm the aftermath."

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Mallos was indifferent, telling his terrible proposal:

"His Royal Highness did not know and was impartial."

"Doyle does not evade responsibility, but does his best."

"The end of the story."

There is silence in the guard.

"Death..." Doyle froze in place, unable to recover.

Only Vogel survived the initial consternation, frowned and questioned:

"But this way, the Doyle family..."

"The son played honorably for his father and died in a duel to save the royal family's face," Mallos stared at the old baron who collapsed on the ground:

"Father evaded responsibility in a humble manner and died of murder, which caused great chaos in the kingdom."

"It's the big picture, they know how to choose."

When Thales saw, Doyle trembled slightly, his face completely lost.

It seems that the former D.D has disappeared.

"No," Thales said subconsciously:

"There must be a better way..."

But at this moment, no one seems to care about his words, whether Vogel or Mallos.

"But after that," Vogel folded his arms, as if he was really thinking about the pros and cons of this way out:

"Chanxing Seven Servant, their attitude towards the royal family..."

D.D raised his head startledly.

"There must be advantages and disadvantages, but that is not the category that you and I can be beaked, but the consideration of your majesty and the adults at the Royal Council."

Marius said lightly, just like the day Thales returned to Wing Star City, he "suggested" him to stay exactly the same in the carriage:

"In the chess game, Bailar is just a pawn, and the Seven Stars are also pawns. You and I are also pawns."

"Only choose the move with the least loss."

Thyls was in a daze.

Chess pieces.

It's a chess piece again.

Pawn at the mercy of others.

"Is it worth it?" Thales said softly.

But Mallos was still discussing with Vogel and didn't notice him.

"Then Vanguard Doyle, how much do you want to save your father's life, save your family, and save your Royal Highness from the current predicament?"

Vogel asked Doyle, who was already speechless—this was the first time he faced D.D and called him by his last name and position.

D.D trembled again!

But Vogel keeps pushing:

"Are you ready to die for it?"

Doyle raised his head, tone of panic, shortness of breath:

"I, I..."

No one knows what he is going to say.

"The guy's position is slack," Glover on one side suddenly said:

"Sir, let me go to the back, I am confident that I can kill with one sword..."

Doyle looked at his partner, his eyes regained color.

Malles interrupted them smoothly:

"This is the only way."

"Someone has set an unsolvable game, and we can only make the most rational and concise choice."

The watchman looks at D.D, who is not at home:

"Will you die."

He looked at the incredible Thales again:

"Guardian."

The guard drew silence again.

Tyles closed his eyes and released his fist.

Leave a soldier.

Guardian.

Who is the pawn.

Who is the king?

But in the hall, Anke was obviously tired of the entanglement of Lord Godwin and others, and didn't want to delay: "Your Highness—"

"Is it worth it!"

Tyles opened his eyes abruptly and interrupted him loudly!

The Duke of Xinghu spoke angrily, and once again attracted the attention of the hall to himself:

"Is it worth it?"

The Duke of Xinghu took a step forward, looking at the spoiler at his banquet with complicated eyes, his tone was full of double anger and injustice:

"Anke Bailar!"

"No matter who instigated you, are they and their conspiracies worthy of your willingness to be a **** in exchange for your life?"

Anke froze for a moment.

Not only him, but everyone in the guard was stunned for a moment.

A few seconds later, the captor laughed aloud.

"Instructed?"

Anke first glanced bitterly at the embarrassed old baron, and then said coldly:

"You don't believe it, do you?"

"When you encounter similar things, you think it is a political conspiracy, you think it has ulterior motives, you think it is a calculation of profit," Anke sneered, and the dagger pointed at the crowd around him, causing a commotion among the guests:

"It's like most of the idiots who do not care about themselves, are cold-blooded, ignorant, smart, self-proclaimed, and selfish and hypocritical, when they look on the sidelines."

Thyls frowned.

"'Why, there is always another way' they said so,'I'm ill-informed, bloggers' eyeballs' they also said,'this is not that simple, it must be a conspiracy' they still say that."

"Just like you are now."

Anke is bleak and authentic:

"You don't believe in everything I do. It is already me, a flesh and blood person, and the most desperate choice in the end."

For a moment, Thales felt that he understood the meaning of the opponent's eyes.

But this feeling floated away immediately, and Anke's eyes became strange again.

Thyls was silent for a moment.

"Where did your weapons come from?"

The prince said in a deep voice:

"The security of the banquet is very strict, you can't bring it in alone."

Anke was startled.

He looked at the dagger in his hand, first smiled, then his eyes turned cold.

"For those who have suffered injustice and cut their way out, Your Highness," Anke Bailar looked at Thales again, with a sad and determined tone:

"The weapons of resistance are everywhere."

"At your fingertips."

In spite of the madness of Lord Godwin's roar, the blade of his sword touched the Baron's neck again.

"Your Highness, choose for me—murder or duel?"

Tyles swallowed.

D.D's expression tightened, his trance eyes regained focus, reflecting the struggle.

Malles' gaze came from the side and fell on Thales.

However, the gaze of anyone in the hall is more lethal than at this moment.

Leave a soldier.

Guardian?

Anke, D.D, and Mallos, the eyes of the three are focused.

And Thales only felt dry and dry.

But the next second, another high-pitched and sharp female voice cut through the air:

"The **** choice!"

"Balar, shit!"

Everyone was shocked and turned around, and found that she was breaking free from the crowd, describing the embarrassed but cruel Baroness Doyle.

Her breath is trembling, the heavy makeup has already been spent, and the gorgeous clothes are messy, but she still gnashes her teeth and raises her fingers, pointing directly at the captor:

"You stinky little bastard! What else do you know besides dancing in a broken tower thousands of miles away!"

"What kind of scumbag your father is--don't you know yourself!"

Anke was taken aback, then frowned.

The Baroness's expression twisted like a person who was terrified to the extreme.

"Before I remarried to Doyle's house, my ex-husband was born as a businessman in Crow Crow Town. I know better than anyone—what kind of scumbag your father is!"

"Baylar! Ha, that **** of a bitch! When he was young, he was a first-class rogue knight, frivolous and vain, and even the knights are cheating!"

The baroness is full of contempt and hatred:

"I am so overjoyed and self-sufficient, short-sighted but insatiable!"

"If it weren't for the Scarlet Years, when the four cousins ​​and two brothers were all dead, when would the Baron of Crowsaw Town get him?"

Anke was a little unexpected, I don’t know how to react:

"You..."

"As a lord, your father only knows how to levy, collect, and fish! Under his rule, Crow Crow town service plus period, tax and fee, but harsh punishment and never leniency! As a result, all industries are withered, people's grievances are boiling, and corruption is punished. , Bribery is rampant!"

Anke is annoyed:

"No, he..."

But the Baroness was obviously furious, and she didn't let him have a chance to speak:

"Don't say anything else, it's just that he is in financial difficulties but he doesn't know how to repent. He has to borrow money to expedition, but to take countless lives... just to venture into the desert to make a fortune, grab the merits of war, and earn face?"

"Isn't it clear enough?"

Mrs. Doyle spoke with disheveled hair, panting.

But her sharp voice is smoother, and even Thales can hear a few traces of the native sounds of the Western Wild Country that are obviously cultivated since childhood and difficult to change:

"In the town of Crow Crow, from officials to farmers, from merchants to craftsmen, everyone hates your father and hates it!"

"Every month, every month, the poor and overwhelmed people gather in the mountains and forests to engage in robber trades, spreading to the surrounding area and causing endless harm. From the local townspeople to the Jinghe across the river, they are suffering. My ex-husband died. In it!"

"Not to mention that countless refugees leave the wasteland every year, sneak across the Jinghe River to other lands-including the Doyle's territory, just to eat a full meal and wear new clothes!"

In the hall, everyone was attracted by the Baroness's words, and surprise and discussion swept the crowd.

"After I remarried, your father actually shamelessly asked the lords of the Jinghe area for the'redemption fee' of these refugees! The Baron-my current husband, can only pay for his appetite from time to time. Appease the refugees and let them go back to farming and work, so as to prevent the increase of thieves from endangering the surrounding area, and this is what you said, **** off-site rent!"

Anke was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

"Pledge the land in the contract? Fuck, do you think that in the whole country, any ethical nobleman would use the ancestral fief population as collateral to make money without blinking? You think so many years, borrow Is it the Doyle family that gives your father money!"

"Whether the merchant or the nobleman, the knight official, once the time limit for paying the money is up, he will use the noble law to play a rogue, threatening to sue the creditor to'murder the nobleman, privately grant the land'-this kind of bullying and perfidy, shameless Damn, he is much older than you!"

Anke trembles holding the sword, his face pale amidst the discussion.

The baroness yelled indignantly:

"In the face of such a rogue lord, the vassals of the Bailar tribe were distracted and furious, but couldn't say anything--how do you think Baron Jinghe must be like a saint, how generous he is to make them cry , Come and run desperately?"

"In order to escape from your father, in order to survive, and to give birth to the next generation of children, the people in Crow Crow Town are thinking about finding a way out and connecting privately to overcome the difficulties. What's wrong with this?"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the baroness gritted her teeth and continued:

"And our Doyle family is generous and generous. We rent their wasteland, collect normal taxes, calm their spirits, hire exiled labor, and let people be A normal life will not let the grass fall, and even clear the way to drive away thieves, and maintain the peace of the two places..."

"But what's wrong with making some profit and convenience in the middle?"

Under Anke's coercion, the old baron had tears on his face and bruises. He nodded in cooperation with an innocent expression.

The more the Baroness speaks, the harder she gets, and she points her hips:

"To your ravenous father, who is hard to fill with ambitions and ambitions, in order to stop him from going crazy, we are even more compassionate, and we have to pay the money in a hurry, so we will feed the dog as if we are thrown into the water... What's wrong with this?" /

"And now you are looking for us instead? You still have the face to fight with us?"

Anke faced these accusations with an ugly face, his breathing accelerated.

"Lord Tarron," Thales turned his head and whispered to Vogel:

"Just now, the guards took the flag wing about the information about the Bailar family, can I have a look at it?"

The captain of the deputy guard was taken aback, obviously not expecting the Duke to speak to him.

But he just hesitated for a moment, and called his subordinates in the thoughtful gaze of Mallos, and handed a wad of paper to Thales.

"For the truth in these territories, you little boy who has been away from home for ten months a year, this little young master who is all used for food and clothing from his father..."

The baroness has her eyebrows and her eyes upright, showing her pompous look:

"Do you think you have practiced two days of swords abroad, read two books, and slept with a few foreign girls, are you eligible to yell at us!"

"I, this..." Anke's lips twitched, unable to refute for a while.

Well, Thales secretly said while flipping through the information, he looked away.

In this hall, facing the iron thorn, the still calm woman...

Maybe more than Mrs. Eleanor.

But Thales flipped through the paper and frowned.

No, it only says where the Bailar family came from, how long the history is, how far the pedigree is, how big the territory is, how many people have changed, how many people are there in the family...

There are no details of territorial rule and two disputes.

No evidence that can be used to refute.

"You said you want to inherit your father's feudal estate, title of knighthood?"

The baroness snorted coldly:

"Then why don’t you take your father’s sins, accumulated debts, wickedness, and legacy to vassals, people, neighbors, kingdoms, and everyone over the years? Fate, blood stained, all the **** inherited!"

"Balar's babe!"

After the baroness screamed, she fell down in sweat, and was supported by several female families.

Thyls frowned fiercely.

The whole hall is quiet.

Everyone seems to be surprised at this wave of Baroness.

Even Doyle himself froze.

"D.D, right?"

Vogel called Doyle by his nickname, and he looked at the baroness in the middle of the hall with a complicated expression:

"Your father... has a good wife."

Doyle looked at his stepmother blankly.

Glover was expressionless as always, but pressed his shoulder from the side.

"You know," Doyle looked in a daze, as if talking to himself:

"When my father wants to marry again..."

"My attitude towards her has not been very good these years."

Marius said nothing, just sighed softly.

But Thales is as heavy as ever.

He knew that the matter was not over.

A few seconds later, the hall was once again flooded with turbulent discussions, and everyone was discussing the new news that the Baroness just broke.

Anke turned his head hard and noticed that the eyes of the guests had changed.

They began to look at him more.

Look at the son of the Bailar family.

No.

No!

Besides being flustered, he was also quite a little bit angry.

"Listen, boy!"

Baroness Doyle gasped, and saw the guests talking, becoming more confident and arrogant.

She didn't care about her embarrassment, she gave a cold snort:

"I don't care who you have climbed, or who ordered you to harm our family! Harm your reputation!"

The baroness pointed directly at the man who was holding her husband and shouted angrily:

"But if you dare, just try it!"

Anke shuddered suddenly!

But the old Baron Doyle, who was held hostage by him, changed his face and said in horror:

"That dear..."

The righteous and energetic baroness lowered her gaze, her face cruel:

"Shut up!"

The old baron shook suddenly and closed his mouth obediently.

I saw the Baroness look viciously at the embarrassing Anke, gritted her teeth:

"But I swear, **** of Bailar!"

"I swear to the sunset, Xiang Haoyue, Xiang Mingye, Xiang Moshen, to my aunt, to everything!"

"If tonight, my husband would suffer even the slightest harm!"

She has a vicious look:

"I will spare everything for the rest of my life, and call your remaining brothers, sisters, friends, and relatives to suffer all the torture you can imagine in the most painful, cruel and terrifying way!"

"I will let them cry and yell at the end, beg me to kill them!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone changed their colors!

Include Anker.

But the baroness obviously didn't notice, she ignored the old baron who was eagerly winking her, waving his arms, and roaring:

"I will let your family be cut off from offspring!"

"Just like the fate you should have!"

The guests suddenly screamed.

Thyls frowned together with Mallos, Vogel and others.

Oops.

"Sure enough, lies, sophistry, you are indeed good."

Anke faded away the hesitation and resentment on his face, and became cold again:

"Okay, in that case."

"Then let the gods decide our destiny!"

He was angry with his hands~IndoMTL.com~ The old baron screamed out: "No, no, no--"

"Come on, Doyle's coward son!"

Anke looked straight at D.D on the steps and roared:

"Come down, fight me, and end it all with me!"

"Everything!"

Looking at the sudden deterioration of the situation, the baroness seemed to realize something, and was shocked.

D.D pressed the weapon around his waist tightly, frightened and angry.

"It's too early."

Vogel looked at the public opinion around him, then looked at Anke, who was irritated and apparently already at any cost, sighed:

"She played badly."

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