Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 53: She died (part 2)

The guests in the lobby kept a rare silence, as if everyone had forgotten how to breathe after the order of the duel was given.

Until Doyle suddenly reached out and picked up Thales' glass!

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, he presumptuously and capriciously drank most of the glass of wine.

D.D threw away the wine glass and took a deep breath amid the cracking sound of the glass.

Gradually returning to his senses, he looked at Anke's dress.

The next second, Doyle was expressionless, but methodically removed the leather armor and protective gear belonging to the royal guard.

"Old skin, my sword."

Piloga hesitated, and under Mallos' eyes, did he retrieve the seized weapon.

"This will not be a pure duel—both sides seek defeat but not victory, death but not survival."

Malos walked to D.D and watched him make the final preparations, whispered:

"Are you ready?"

Thyls, sitting in his seat, clenched his fists.

Both are begging to die...

Why.

Why!

Doyle took off his armguards and glanced at his boss indifferently.

"Lord, sir, or, little Tormund."

Perhaps taking advantage of the drunkenness, or perhaps unscrupulously, he called each other casually:

"You know what, you are such a bastard."

Little Tormund--Malles frowned.

"The gods and gods are there, not even his Royal Highness looks like a bird, so I owe you a beating." D.D said and laughed.

But no one else in the guard laughed.

The watchman sighed:

"In the line of'Qianwei', backhand stab is a must-learn method. It is known for its simplicity and sharpness, and it is difficult for practitioners to change it."

"If you find the right time...it will be less painful."

Doyle's smile faltered.

He straightened up and looked at Glover, who had the most partners with him on the other side, with a lonely expression.

"Zombie, I'm sorry to bother you with trash talking, but my father told you... to have a good relationship with the Glover family..."

Glover nodded, still expressionless:

"I know."

D.D took a deep breath.

"Also, you never go to Red Square Street..."

"So I always wanted to ask," Doyle ignored everyone's gaze, showing a pale smile:

"Are you gay?"

There was silence in the guard.

Glover frowned, but he replied:

"No."

Doyle snorted and shrugged:

"Well, I want to say, it doesn't matter if you are, I am very tolerant..."

"Doyle's," Anke in the middle of the hall interrupted D.D. He was content and ignored the eager guards around:

"What are you still rubbing with?"

D.D laughed and turned back: "What?"

"Can you wait to die?"

"Same as you," Anke looked at his duel opponent and smiled as well:

"To each other."

They stared at both sides, but their smiles quickly disappeared from their faces.

Quiet and indifferent.

Without warning, Doyle snatched the sword from Piloga.

"Your Highness."

"I know that I have acted a bit exaggerated and used too much force these days to please you, but," DD hugged the scabbard tightly, like a life-saving straw when drowning, he did not look back, and issued Heartless laughter as usual:

"You are a good person."

Thyls moved.

Doyle looked towards the dome and bent his mouth:

"Compared to the Fuxing Palace, it's easier here."

His smile disappeared.

"If in the future my father...please think of today."

Thyls opened his mouth subconsciously, but just couldn't say the word "good".

He can only look at Doyle blankly.

"His Royal Highness is very kind," Mallos took the conversation lightly, resolving the embarrassment at this moment:

"You know, he won't forget."

Doyle smiled reluctantly and nodded clearly.

He is kind.

The heart and kindness...

At this moment, Thales only finds such a description extremely ironic.

In the hall, Baron Doyle hugged his wife and sobbed quietly.

D.D showed a helpless expression.

He no longer looked at Thales, but turned his head on his own, raised his weapon, and walked down the steps.

Go to his opponent.

His ending.

"Doyle..." Thales couldn't help but uttered, but Mallos took his arm and blocked the prince's words.

"He knows what he will sacrifice," Mallos said lightly:

"I know better what he wants to save."

The watchman turned to Thales:

"But the question is, do you know?"

Do I know?

Thyls was silent.

I will sacrifice...

Tyles watched Doyle's back slowly walk down the steps. He didn't have the ease and leisure he had always done, except for a heavy trance.

To save...

Thyls slowly looked at the slumped Baron Doyle, and the trembling Baroness who was sobbing and shaking.

I will sacrifice.

I want to save.

Thyls looked at Anke with a dagger in his hand, and was lost in a moment.

He moved in his heart.

So, is that the feeling?

Thyls said to himself.

He is the second prince.

The Duke of Xinghu.

He should sit on a high place, looking at the chessboard, watching the chess pieces below fight back and forth, saving the whole game.

Plan strategizing, the point will move.

He should be like this, accept the sacrifices he deserves, and watch D.D and the enemy fight in a duel, trying to die by the opponent's sword, no matter how ridiculous.

Afterwards, based on the gains and losses of the interests, rewards based on merits, and crimes of rape.

[Because if you want to enter this circle, Thales, and even climb to the top. 】

The words of the express rope suddenly sounded in Thales’ ears:

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

Thyls looked at Doyle's back in silence.

"Remember."

Vogel, the deputy captain of the guard, caught up with two steps and reminded softly behind Doyle:

"If you survived and he died."

"Whether it is your Royal Highness or your parents, the future fate will be very bad."

D.D's back shook.

Just as Thales took a breath.

But unlike Thales, Doyle calmed down quickly and moved forward step by step.

It seems that he has accepted his fate.

It's like a...

Chess pieces.

At that moment, Thales suddenly understood.

[Think about it carefully, what did you look like after becoming a prince? 】

[Can you still choose your own path? Follow your own heart? 】

Thyls lowered his head slightly.

Everyone is waiting for Doyle's footsteps to meet Anke's position.

[After becoming a prince, are you still yourself, or Thales? 】

[Or has it... become something else? 】

"You are right, Mallos," Thales said suddenly and quietly:

"D.D he...he knows what he will sacrifice."

"And Anke, he also knows what he wants to save."

[What did you get and what did you lose? 】

Marius tilted his head in doubt:

"Your Highness?"

Thyls raised his head, his eyes sharpened.

"But you were also wrong."

He sat on the seat and looked at every face in the hall: worried, anxious, panicked, panicked, proud, looking forward, sad, plain, gloating...

"He is not a chess piece."

Thyls said calmly:

"None of them."

He clenched his fists:

"No one is."

Maybe others can.

Without burden or scruples, move the pawns comfortably, or become pawns willingly.

Maybe the Duke of Xinghu can, maybe the second prince can...

Maybe D.D can, maybe Anke can...

Maybe Mallos, maybe Vogel...

But he can't.

Because he is Thales Star.

He is Thales.

Just Thales.

"They are not chess pieces, but D.D, just Anke, just...people."

Thyls is deep and authentic:

"The purest and most complex...person."

The watchman asked puzzledly:

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Tyles took a deep breath, smiled and blinked at the watchman:

"It means to go to his mother's "pawn"."

Marius finally felt that something was wrong: At this moment, the prince's eyes were less cramped and uneasy, lacking the usual deepness and bitterness.

It is replaced by unprecedented firmness and brightness.

"Wait," Mallos's face changed:

"You want to do--"

But when he realized what the second prince was going to do, it was too late.

In the next second, when Doyle is about to come to Anke, the two hating each other finally face each other fairly. Before the first debt of the two families is about to be settled in blood, Thales will be clear With a straight face, stand proudly!

He shouted loudly:

"Wait a minute!"

The voice of the Duke of Star Lake spread throughout the hall.

In a moment everyone looked at him, and even Doyle's footsteps stopped.

Everyone looked at the prince strangely.

"His Royal Highness?" Anke frowned, and he asked subconsciously, worried about things.

Thyls curled his lips and glanced at Mallos.

The latter was uncomfortable for no apparent reason, and even the questioning glance Vogel cast at him was ignored.

"Just now, my captain of the guard told me!"

Tyles raised his voice and raised his arms:

"This duel, whether it is you, Anke, or you, Doyle."

He looked at the two of them, his gaze was like torch, and his sentence was forward:

"He said, you will all do your best to die!"

Thyls shouted:

"One-minded to defeat!"

As soon as this statement came out, there was a sudden discussion in the hall.

Only people who had anticipated it, such as Lord Godwin, Duke Iris, Cyclops, Duke Val, etc., did not respond, and they knew each other.

In the royal guard, Mallos and Vogel looked at each other, but they could only gain a bit of surprise from each other.

What's the matter?

Why, why should this matter be so grandiose......

At the center of the storm, Anke and Doyle looked at each other, equally at a loss.

"Use actual sacrifices in exchange for greater benefits or smaller losses."

Thyls smiled. He looked at the two of them separately, his voice bright and confident:

"Will you fight a battle for defeat?"

"Will it!"

The prince's questioning aroused growing discussions in the banquet hall.

Anke and D.D both froze for a few seconds, and spoke almost at the same time:

"Your Highness——"

And the prince's smile cooled.

"But I don't like that!"

Thyls roared and interrupted the two who were caught off guard.

"The Yankees may be savage," Thales held up a wine glass that he didn't know who it was, and stretched it forward into the air, eyes like a knife:

"But they never compromise."

Well, don't compromise most of the time.

Tyles lightly touched, letting the wine glass fall and smash it to pieces on the ground.

He looked at the people in the room full of surprise or ignorance, or solemn or happy, and laughed lightly:

"Therefore, I want to add some bets to encourage me."

As soon as this statement came out, the people in the room were once again puzzled.

Only Thales still smiles:

"Add motivation for the two of you."

His eyes flashed, and the two dueling were locked in the field of vision:

"Make sure that this is a fight to the flesh, the sword to the blood, the brilliant, and strive to win..."

"Unforgettable..."

Tyles smiled into ice, his voice lowered:

"Life and death duel."

What?

The next second, I went up to the father-in-law and nobleman, and down to the guard servant. When everyone was surprised and failed to react, Thales yelled:

"Anke Bailar!"

Anke is nervous.

"I swear to the goddess of the setting sun in the name of the Duke of Star Lake, the second prince, Thales Canxing!"

Thyls’s expression is unprecedentedly solemn and indifferent:

"If you win the duel, kill your opponent."

"My father, King Kessel," Thales said coldly:

"He and I, we will fully support you, reopen the court for your family, and seek justice!"

Anke was shocked!

It's not just him, but Mallos, Doyle, Vogel... After everyone reacted, they were all shocked, unbelievable.

Anke was surprised and authentic:

"Do you...represent your Majesty?"

Thyls sneered:

"Exactly, the Canstar Royal Family will speak for the Bailar family!"

"Until you are satisfied."

The guests in the hall suddenly clashed, and the noises kept coming and going.

Anke was surprised. He stared at Thales's expression, breathing disorderly, unable to control himself.

Full support...

A voice for the Baylar family Zhangmu...

Doyle looked betrayed and looked at the prince he had served both sides in disbelief.

Vogel was beside Mallos, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Your Majesty... how does he represent Your Majesty?"

"Also support Bailar...No, this is too reckless..."

Malios frowned.

But Thales quickly uttered again, his voice as serious as before:

"But, Anke, if you lose the duel, you will die."

He said coldly:

"Then I also represent my father and the promise of the Canstar royal family."

"The Bailar family dispute..."

The cold light flashed in Thales’ eyes:

"This is the end."

The meaning of this sentence is unknown. The guests were puzzled for a while, until Anke, whose expression changed, tentatively spoke:

"Your Highness, I don't know..."

But Thales raised the volume immediately, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

"As a price for witnessing your glorious duel, as a punishment for disrespect and arrogance..."

The voice of the Duke of Xinghu echoed between the pillars of the Mindis Hall, which made people stand upright:

"If you lose."

"The case of the Bailar family will never be reversed, never retrial, and no objections."

Thyls stared coldly at Anke, who was gradually startled, with a cold voice:

"No matter how much grievance you have, how much evidence, how much reason."

"The kingdom will not ask questions."

"Turn over here."

Amidst the discussions among the guests, Anke stunned.

It took him several seconds to understand the prince’s "bet."

If you win the duel, you will give your full support...

If you lose the duel, you will never reverse the case...

Anke raised his head in a daze:

"But, my family's land will never be reversed, I don't understand..."

Tyles said coldly, interrupting his question:

"Anke, you said, you want to resort to a duel to reproduce my legendary journey in the Northland?"

Anke frowned.

"Since you have chosen to solve the problem with the ancient style of the empire, enjoy its once-and-for-all convenience," Thales snorted coldly:

"We have to bear the price of its barbarity and backwardness."

Anke was startled.

Tyles raised his head and looked around at the people in the hall looking at him. Everywhere he looked, the guests bowed their heads.

He said solemnly:

"This is the truth of the duel, the true ancient style of the empire and the way of the North."

Looking at the two dullers who were dumbfounded at the same time, Thales curled his mouth and showed a gentle smile:

"With such a bet, you are motivated, right?"

The discussion in the hall sounded like a buzzing, and everyone was thinking about Thales's purpose.

"Well, I seem to understand a little bit."

Vogel thought hard and tentatively said:

"The guy was blocked by the hegemony of His Royal Highness, and now he must kill Doyle and give us the moral high ground in order to reverse the case for the family."

The captain of the deputy guard looked at Mallos suspiciously:

"His Royal Highness is not afraid...The Doyle kid also wanted to kill the other party and settle the case in order to get the royal family to fulfill the promise?"

Malos looked at the profile of the Duke of Star Lake and lowered his head.

"No," the watchman answered Vogel in a low voice:

"You don't understand."

The captain of the deputy guard was stunned.

In the lobby, after figuring out something, Anke and Doyle looked at each other.

"What's the matter, Bailar?"

Doyle's eyes reappeared in color, turning into an eager flame:

"Are you afraid of losing?"

Anke did not answer immediately.

He sneered after a long silence.

"Well, if that is what you want to see, Your Highness."

He raised his head and looked directly at Thales, his tone decisively as before, but with a murderous intent out of thin air:

"Come on, let the duel begin."

"Just, please remember your promise, if I win..."

Thyls chuckled softly:

"I guarantee that the royal family will fully stand by your side!"

Vogel frowned when he heard this.

You guarantee...

So, is it appropriate?

"What does he want to do?" Vogel looked at the second prince unhappy.

Only Mallos is indifferent:

"Help."

Help?

Vogel was puzzled.

"When we are ready to ‘leave the pawn’," Mallos turned his head, his eyes burning:

"He wants to help."

"More than one."

Vogel's doubts only get deeper.

But fortunately, he didn't have to wonder soon.

"Marillos, now that the duel is about to begin," Thales ordered loudly to his guard captain, and the whole hall could hear:

"Go and fetch the'warner'."

Warner.

Hearing the name, many people in the banquet hall moved in their hearts.

Malles frowned:

"Warner? But your Highness, isn't that..."

"Yes."

Thyls interrupted him happily, and the prince turned to the guests, his eyes flashing:

"Given by the Duke of the Western Wilderness, the Falkenhausen family biography represents their infinite trust and loyalty to me, the ancient famous sword of the empire should be worthy of this duel?"

As soon as this remark came out, people were stunned.

"Your Highness?"

Anke from the Western Wilderness asked: "You want to lend one of us your sword?"

He and D.D looked at each other, exchanging countless vigilance and disgust.

Thyls smiled, but he shook his head.

"You are from the West Wilderness, Anke," he looked at Bailar in his spare time:

"Then you should know that tribal leaders in the desert always regard their guards as siblings, as wings."

Anke nodded suspiciously, but after Thales' next sentence, his face gradually faded.

"To challenge them in a duel is to challenge the leader himself."

Thyls spoke indifferently, and while causing a lot of commotion, he remembered the orc war chief he had encountered and the opponent's "buy one plus two get one free" duel rule that impressed him.

"Unfortunately," Thales looked indifferently and spoke calmly, covering up the controversy:

"Danny Doyle happened to be me, the guard of the Duke of Star Lake."

"You challenge him."

"Just challenge me."

D.D froze in place.

Anke's eyes widened.

As soon as this statement came out, many people responded:

"Your Highness——"

But Thales didn't care about it, just spoke up loudly to himself, and for this reason he did not hesitate to use the crime of the prison river to try to silence any voice:

"And Baron Doyle!"

He roared:

"It is my distinguished guest."

The old Baron Doyle was dumbfounded and stretched out his hand and fell into his wife’s arms.

"Today, he was threatened, hurt, or challenged at my banquet, in my Mindis Hall."

"All offenses to me!"

The two duel are no longer the focus. All eyes are on the prince, either with surprise or fear, or anxiety or anxiety, or admiration or disdain.

Until Thales looked around murderously and forced all the strange eyes away.

"No--" Vogel subconsciously stepped forward to stop the prince, but was firmly clasped by Mallius behind him!

"Star people, listen up!"

"As the host of Doyle, as the host of this banquet, and as the host of this manor..."

Thyls' expression was cold and solemn, his voice vibrated the dome, and his words were decisive.

"Me, Thales Canxing."

He stood in a high position in the banquet hall, raised one arm, without fear of the gaze of the audience, his voice was loud and clear:

"I will implement my duties and rights as a master in accordance with the ancient customs of the empire!"

"I will represent Danny Doyle and take over the most legitimate duel challenge from Anke Bailar on his behalf."

Thyls looked cold, lowered his arms, and pointed directly at the two duelists who were speechless:

"Fulfill this duel of blood revenge."

"Until the winner is determined."

"Until life and death are announced."

"Until the completion of the ancient ceremony~IndoMTL.com~ the voice fell, the banquet hall fell into a long silence.

Tyles lowered his eyes and sneered.

"Don't worry, Anke," he smiled and looked at the shocked Anke and the dumbfounded D.D:

"The conditions and bets mentioned before are still valid."

Tyles lowered his head slightly, and the fire light pulled a shadow on his face:

"As long as you are in a duel..."

He put away his smile, and said coldly the last words:

"Kill me."

It's the end of the month, I need a meal and a monthly pass! (Sound of codewords)

(End of this chapter)

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