Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 550 Death

Seeing the situation in the field turned sharply, the captive Baron Doyle shouted in pain:

"Wait! We can actually talk more ..."

But Anke, who had been embarrassed, apparently had no mood to listen to him. He hugged the old baron's neck and let the latter's words go into his throat.

"I've had enough of the viciousness and hypocrisy of your family! Doyle!"

The captivator spoke furiously:

"Whether it is male or female, young or old!"

Behind Thales, D.D, still hesitant, shivered, his arms shaking.

Piroga had to catch up and help Glover to hold him together.

As the captain, Mallos was still silent, only looking at the captive with cold eyes.

The old baron's breathing was clearly difficult, his face quickly turned red, and the baroness screamed:

"Ah! You cold-blooded cub! Dare to touch my man, I swear, I will treat you ..."

Count Godwin saw that the situation was not good, and he quickly gestured, letting several female lovers hold the baroness in a hurry, let's talk about pulling her back to the crowd, to avoid further stimulating her captives.

Fright and fear spread, and the guests began to talk again, relying on the guards to maintain order.

"You! Doyle's son!"

Anke was sullen, angry, D.D on the steps:

"Stop hiding behind women!"

"Come down!"

Tyers looked at Ank, who seemed crazy, far away, feeling heavy.

That man, he was desperate.

Teres said silently.

hysteria.

Just for a duel.

But he is just a chess piece: he exists to complete a small step in someone's chess game.

Thinking of this, Thales felt even more sad.

The guards separating the crowd from the assassins were tense, but Anke seemed to maintain his last sense, without killing the killer, and not rushing out of his sword.

He just stared at D.D:

"Let's fix it! Like a man!"

"The **** ---" Doyle rushed down subconsciously, stopped by the well-prepared Piroga and Glover.

"let me go!"

"At least, she has gained some advantages, and people's perception has been shaken," Vogel ignored D.D's dysfunction, and looked at the crowd around him, frowning:

"If we **** him now, maybe ..."

"No," Majoros watched Anke in the field and shook his head:

"Our audience is not just in the hall, but the entire kingdom. They are stupid and just care about the results."

"This game is still unsolved."

Chess game.

Tyers looked at the situation that had not only eased, and even worsened, and was struggling and bitter.

In the distance, Jen, Gust, Vaal, and others still watched the situation in the field silently, and did not intend to intervene.

The guests of the Seven Star Family, such as Mrs. Eleanor, Losano, Adrian, Patterson, and Shi Tuo, seemed to feel the same. They locked their eyes firmly on the prince and looked forward to his response.

"So ..."

Vogel frowned, leaning towards D.D.

"Are you thinking about it? Doyle Pioneer?"

Vogel whispered Mallory's words:

"Died."

Hearing the words of the deputy guard, Doyle shuddered and his mood changed.

"Duel, then die."

Vogel said lightly, like a machine without emotion.

Doyle's anger struggle eased.

D.D stared blankly at the captive father.

Holding his last glimmer of hope, he turned to Taylor and Mallorse for help.

But the prince just clenched his lips and said nothing.

What can he do?

Let D.D stay still, and then Ren Anke kills his father?

Let D.D go to a duel and then die intentionally under the opponent's sword?

What else could he do other than "dead"?

Come on, come on!

Aside, Mallorse watched the prince's frowning froze silently.

"Now you are the only one who can save your father and unlock the deadlock," Vogel said coldly in Doyle's ear:

"Do enlightenment early."

Doyle turned back stiffly, his eyes showing despair.

"Duel, die ..."

He stared angrily at the direction of Anke and the old baron, but stared at him, muttering:

"Duel, die, duel, die, duel, die ..."

Tyres turned his head unbearably, forcing himself to focus and think about his way out.

Or did he simply ignore it, and ordered the guards to kill the captives in front of him, once and for all, a hundred?

As for the influence afterwards ...

After all, as long as the difficult and painful moment is over, how can the flood be so great?

Let his father clean up the mess?

No, no ...

Thiels's mind was getting more and more chaotic.

Glover was unable to look at his colleague. He held Doyle's shoulder from the back and said:

"D.D, cheer up."

But Doyle let go of his hand subconsciously.

"As long as I die in the duel," D.D said quietly:

"Father ... can be saved? The problem can be solved?"

Thiels became more intolerant, but as soon as he wanted to speak, Mallos suddenly said:

"not that simple."

The guards looked at him together.

I saw the watchman's gaze still on Anke, whose face was distorted:

"From now until now, this Anke, his eyes have been as dead as death, never changed."

"I think he's in line with your goals."

Mallos was not sick, and calmly concluded to Doyle:

"I also want to die in your hands in a duel."

Doyle's gaze suddenly moved.

Tyers frowned, looking at Anker.

"Yes, that's the only way," Vogel said gloomily:

"In order to bring maximum benefits."

Mallos nodded:

"Look, as their pawn, he is the same."

He turned to D.D with deep hope.

"Died."

The watchman glanced at Taylor again.

"General."

Taylor closed his eyes.

He died.

General.

Whose death?

Whose army?

Doyle breathed still, murmuring from time to time.

But Anker was already impatient.

"Answer me! Doyle's son! Do you have the courage to fight me fair?"

The anger of the captive and the barking of the old baron further stimulated the nerves of the crowd and provoked an exclaiming and uproar:

"Or I can start with the limbs of this old maggot!"

"Look at how much blood he has!"

Seeing Anke move the blade to the baron's wrist, Taylor was in his heart.

Oops.

"Okay," seeing D.D in panic-like confusion, Vogel grumbled at Majorus dissatisfied:

"If you don't want to soil your hands and watch people, then I will do it."

He turned to his subordinates:

"Gather the flag wings, choose four people, and get the best sniper ..."

But the next moment, a loud voice interrupted them all.

"Duke Taylor!"

There was a moment of silence in the banquet hall.

Everyone looked at the voice.

It's Doyle.

It wasn't Anke who shouted the name of the Duke, but D.D.

I saw him slowly raise his head, his eyes were lost.

But there is another layer of gloom.

"Please order it, Lord Duke!"

Doyle spoke loudly so everyone could hear clearly.

But in his voice, there was bitterness that Taylor could hear:

"I, the son of Baron Mirror River, Danny Doyle!"

In the eyes of the entire hall, D.D stepped forward and clenched his teeth:

"I am willing to follow the empire's ancient style for my father and family, in the testimony of Duke Taylor and everyone, to respond to his challenge and follow this mean man ...

"A life and death!"

Taylor looked at his guard in disbelief and turned to Mallorse.

But the latter seems to have been expected and indifferent.

Doyle stared at Ank with a provocative and eager face, trying not to look at his dazed father.

"I want to defend our dignity and reputation."

D.D opened his mouth mechanically, as if his mouth was not his:

"Just ... let go of my father."

After speaking these words, Doyle, who was sweating, seemed to be discouraged, and the whole person shook.

Until Glover steadily supported him.

The guests were silent before a small commotion broke out.

Controversy flooded the hall again.

"very good!"

"Doyle still have men."

Anke received the response and looked at Doyle's soulless smile, but Taylor couldn't feel happy or contented.

Only a different kind of desolation.

Thiels gritted his teeth:

"Doyle ..."

Deputy Guard Captain Vogel pouted and looked at D.D's complex eyes.

Mallos was also speechless, but his expression was lighter.

"No, no, no!"

In the hall, the old baron held by Anke could no longer care about his pain and embarrassment, he shouted angrily:

"Boy, you ... what are you doing!"

D.D looked back, glanced at his father, and put out a weak smile.

The old baron looked in horror at his wife:

"Dear, stop him, stop him!"

But the Baroness was also frightened, and she hurriedly looked around, but only gained sympathy.

"His Royal Highness? Anyone? Anyone?"

The old baron was so anxious that he cried out:

"Anyone! Stop him and stun this **** shit! Doyle must be heavy, thanks!"

"I'm half this year, no, 40% of my income will be given to him! 40%? Well, then half! 60%? 70%?"

The baron's shout echoed between the hall pillars, and there was no answer except the swaying fire.

Desolate and helpless.

Looking at this scene, Taylor felt more uncomfortable and indescribable.

But he cannot reveal it.

He must maintain the most elegant, most transcendent, noblest posture.

Because he is the second prince.

It is the Duke of Xinghu.

D.D took a deep breath under the exposure of countless lights, adjusted himself, and strode forward.

"Bilal! I have promised you!"

Doyle growled at Anker:

"Now, let go of my father, let me play with you!"

"Let's end our grudges!"

Anke laughed.

Instead of letting go of the old baron, he turned to Taylor.

"Duke Taylor, Your Highness?"

"The originator of the duel is with the recipient, leaving noble witnesses."

Anker's eyes mixed with longing and expectation, despair and madness.

Doyle also turned around, looking at Taylor with a rare gloom in his eyes.

The old baron stared at him, shaking his head frantically, his eyes filled with pleading.

The royal guards looked at him with a low-key and restrained expression, and did not discern the demands.

"His Royal Highness."

Vogel stood quietly to his side:

"This is due justice, necessary evil."

Mallos also sighed:

"When it's broken, Ying should die."

Tyers fisted tight.

He died.

The **** is dying again.

Died.

The guests in the hall stared at him with eager and aggressive expressions, full of emotions.

At this moment, countless light gathered aggressively to the prince, waiting for his response.

Jon's eyes were entertaining. Gustrid's expression was like an autumn breeze, and Wall looked at Taylor at this moment, without discerning his feelings.

The seven stars of Canxing stared at him intently, as if the prince's next decision was an irrefutable oracle.

No one knows. At this moment, the expressionless expression of Taylor's most wanted thing is to sit in a chair, bury his head, close his eyes, and ignore any eyes and sounds.

Leave the trouble to the subordinates.

In this way, he may be able to confuse his insane and overwhelmed moments by the imperial majesty of the royal family.

But he couldn't.

Because he is the second prince.

he can not.

He is the Duke of Xinghu.

"Your Highness, announce it."

D.D's words are quite weak, just like a terminally ill patient who is desperately hopeful to die.

"Let it come, the sooner the better."

"Save you the trouble."

Taylor was expressionless and bitter in his heart.

Ok.

The sooner the better.

Save the annoyance.

Finally, after a few seconds (in Taylor's view, it seemed like a lifetime), the Duke of Xinghu maintained the most upright and noble posture, slowly got up, and spoke loudly:

"Ank Bailar."

All of a sudden, from the courtiers to the bureaucrats, from the aristocracy to the merchants, everyone in the hall listened carefully to the words of the king, showing, at least on the surface, the same obedience and obedience.

"In the name of the Duke of the Star Kingdom of the Star Kingdom, the second prince, and Taylor Star."

The duke's voice was extremely low, which made people respectfully, but only those who had been with Taylors for a long time would find that at this moment, the prince's voice was much hoarse and darker than usual.

Much tired.

"Following a long tradition of empire, I hereby promise you to avenge your blood relatives, to a life and death duel against another aristocracy, and against Danny Doyle."

D.D lowered his head and exhaled a long breath.

Thiels looked dull, and looked darkly at Ank, who had long waited:

"And I will witness it for myself."

"Guaranteed its fairness and legitimacy."

"Is that enough?"

The duke's words had fallen and the hall was silent.

Until a few seconds later, Anker's equally tired voice sounded:

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you."

In full view, he seemed to be freed from the restraint and pushed away the old baron.

Baron Doyle fell to the ground, but did not leave. He just collapsed in place, gasping in pain with a soft sob.

The guards approached the aircraft and drove the baron away.

Several people hesitated to take the opportunity to attack the captives, but Count Godwin shook his head with a sigh and signaled that they were unnecessary.

"Whether you believe it or not, Your Highness."

Anke grinned ruefully:

"You and this little Doyle, you are the only one of the hundreds I have met in the past few months and are willing to respond to my request."

No one listens unless it is shocking.

Tyres couldn't help feeling sad when he remembered his words.

"Whether it is life or death, Taylor Star, His Royal Highness Prince, Lord Duke."

Anke took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee sincerely, clasped the hilt on his chest, and lowered his head deeply:

"I will always remember ..."

"Your grace."

Thiels sat down weakly and closed his eyes.

I actually updated 80,000 words this month. Am I swollen?

(End of this chapter)