Chapter 547: King Dear Taylors

"Bang! Hey!"

Several noisy noises came from the banquet, and at the same time the crowd's exclamation sounded.

Because he was prepared, Taylor didn't panic, but the moment he stood up subconsciously, Mallorce next to him showed no mercy to him!

The intensity was so high that he almost suspected that his guard was the assassin.

Thiels fell into Glover's wide arm. Before he could react, the three big men on the guard wings of the Star Lake Guard—Bastia, Franconia, Ferri—never knew where to risk Come out and pounce on Tyres!

Together with Glover, they formed a wall on all sides, pressing the Duke of Xinghu tightly and imperviously.

"Highest alert! Guard wings are in place! Pioneer wings return!"

Mallory's voice came from the gap between the flesh of the four big men: "don't worry about what happened ..."

"Protect your Highness and send it to a safe place!"

So the four walls hung him, stumbled, and moved unstoppably.

The big man, Tyles, felt only dim in front of his eyes, and half of his face was suffocated on Bastia's strong abdominal muscles.

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

"Don't ... don't squeeze ... give some space to feed ..."

In his ears, the turmoil of the banquet was getting bigger and bigger, and from time to time he heard the muffled sound of the collision of tables and chairs, the call of the male guest and the scream of the female guest.

"Oh my god!"

"Push them away!"

"No! Baron!"

Damn, what's wrong!

Fortunately, Tyres moved anxiously for a few meters, and the anxious voice of Deputy Guard Captain Vogel sounded:

"Damn, Royal Guard, calm down!"

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

It's a life-saving destiny.

Taylor felt that he stopped at his feet.

"Wait a minute," Mallorce's voice sounded. "Let's see."

The next second, Thales reappeared brightly.

Although still surrounded by several guards, he regained his breathing power and helped Ferry's shoulders, and finally got up:

"what happened……"

Taking advantage of Duke Xinghu's higher seat, Taylor looked towards the center of the commotion.

I saw the guests in the banquet hall stomping around in a curious place.

And the crowd was empty: a long table was turned upside down, dishes and tableware fell to the ground, and many guests turned upside down, and were embarrassedly supported by the people around.

What?

Taylor didn't understand what was happening at the banquet.

But he could see that the long tables of the dukes were also nervous:

The royal guard separated the uncompromising look of Jane to the corner, but his butler unhurriedly followed his master's glass.

The one-eyed dragon Gordes pushed angrily away two guards who wanted to take him away.

The Duke of Allende received the same treatment as Taylor and was surrounded by the guards of the flag wings.

The two commanders in the presence of the guard were as if facing the enemy, looking dignified: Mallorse nervously communicated with the Xinghu Guard, and Vogel also ordered manpower from the Revival Palace, but the latter kept sending people out, the former has been gathering People come back.

"Hurry up and figure out what happened. If it's drunkenness or something, press me no matter how big the trouble is. Let's talk tomorrow ..." This is Vogel.

"Keep the highest vigilance," Mallos said loudly, alertly:

"Protect Your Highness, this may be a riot caused by the Assassins, looking for opportunities ..."

Doyle failed to squeeze into Taylor's "Protection Four" for the first time, and was originally annoyed. After listening to it, he was confident: "Cover me, sir!"

He tried to move to Taylor:

"With me, even if the entire Mindice Hall is blown up, no one can touch His Royal Highness ..."

But just then.

"Hey, D.D ..."

The tallest and best-looking, Frank Zucker stared at the restless crowd, hesitating:

"It seems like ... it's your father."

Doyle snapped:

"what?"

He quickly got out of the guard wing formation, stomped his feet, and grabbed Flanzuk's shoulder.

It wasn't just Doyle; everyone else was all together.

Seeing the truth, Frank Zucker stumbled:

"Is he supposed to be drunk and fighting with someone ...?"

Thiers narrowed his eyes:

Sure enough, a figure similar to that of Baron Doyle was knocked to the ground and dragged along, screaming.

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

There were crowds of shouts all around, and they moved back as the center of the conflict shifted.

"Oh no, on this occasion," Doyle understood the situation, jumped angrily and scratched his head in a hurry:

"Daddy stinky ... what the **** am I serving you ..."

D.D held down the weapon and instinctively rushed down, but Mallos pushed him back to Taylors, indifferently indifferent, angry:

"Keep your position, Danny Doyle!"

Doyle woke up in a shock and returned to the formation stunned.

"Indeed, it's the slick, greedy, speculative old baron," Vogel came to Majoros, frowning:

"He can fight with people?"

Several servants hurried to try to maintain order while helping the guests affected by the conflict.

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

"Sunset!"

"Don't fight again!"

"Okay! Good fight! Continue to fight! Hit him! The Northlanders support you!"

"Help him!"

"Back! There's nothing to look at!"

Many guests of higher status and quality tried their best to maintain order, so that everyone stepped back, and the crowd shouted to stand a little outward.

Majoros and Vogel frowned at the same time.

Well, can Baron Doyle fight with someone, Taylor doesn't know.

But he saw that the baron's opponent was really capable of playing.

Seeing that Il was anxious.

"Go on to spread the word and continue to maintain the highest vigilance. Vanguard patrols the periphery." Mallorce heard the return and ordered in a muffled voice.

Obviously, Vogel also no longer has to give pointers to Majoros, he is also serious:

"Concentrate and stare at the suspicious guy. Now is a good time to touch the fish in the muddy water, and to protect the other nobles present."

"Let the emergency team act, no matter what it is, jealous or spilled after drinking, quickly press me down ..."

but……

"No, Lord Taryn."

Majoros stared at the two at the center of the conflict, interrupting Vogel's words:

"I know that look."

The next sentence of Mallorse made everyone nervous:

"That's the assassin."

Taylor was startled.

"what?"

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

D.D laughed ugly twice:

"Hey, no, sir, don't make a joke, just in his position, not even my stepmother's pet cat ..."

But Doyle spoke and realized something.

He turned pale and looked subconsciously into the field.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A high-pitched female voice sounded from the crowd!

"Blood! See blood!"

Thiers had only time to see the cold light flash, and the crowd at the banquet retreated again!

The next second, he was surrounded by the royal guards who swarmed up, only to hear the continuous sound coming around.

"Stop them!"

"Help!"

"There are people injured!"

"It's not necessary!"

Thiers tried to squeeze out a little gap and glanced out from Glover's armpit.

"Don't panic, just keep our post, protect your Highness and the nobles, and let others handle the incident." A cold order from Mallorse came.

"But sir, my father he--" Doyle seemed to argue anxiously.

At this moment, an angry and somber male voice broke the dullness of the air and echoed throughout the ballroom:

"be quiet!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

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

Tyres was blocked behind Glover, and he could see nothing, but the noise of the crowd stopped abruptly, and then turned into a whisper.

"No, sir, we should stop this at once ... Father!" This was D.D's voice again, and he suddenly lost his voice, and the sound of footsteps followed.

A furious voice of Mallorce came:

"Damn it, Glover, stop him!"

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

As for the hall ...

"What?"

Vogel looked incredibly at the center of the ballroom:

A young male aristocrat was glaring with rage, holding the old Baron Doyle with a swollen nose and a swollen face in his left hand, and holding a chilling sharp short sword in his right hand.

"Back! Everyone!" He warned.

As he turned, the dagger kept pointing at the crowd around him.

As the sword pointed, the crowd stepped back until the open space became bigger and bigger, leaving only him and the baron.

"That sword ... how did he get the weapon? We all guests ..."

Vogel was furious and summoned his men.

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

The watchman first looked back at Taylors, and found that the duke with a curious face was only disheveled and a little messy:

"Importantly, he just got it."

Taylor, who was "locked" in three walls, blinked desperately, watching the hostage-taking scene in the field inexplicably:

"What's the matter--let him up, Glover, you, don't hold him down."

Glover then got up, raised D.D, who was unwilling, and patted him on the shoulder.

In the hall, several prestigious guests came forward to persuade the young hostage hostage:

"Calm, sir ..."

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

"We can slowly communicate any contradiction ..."

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

While talking, the guards of the two Mindish Halls saw the machine jump from behind, trying to subdue the captive!

But Taylor saw that the young man slammed Baron Doyle severely, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain, and he turned back immediately!

Jianguang flashed.

"Dang! Dang!"

A few beeps, the young man's figure staggered between the guards who besieged him. One guard fell to his knees in pain and was kicked a few meters away by the other's leg. Arms back and forth.

Really seeing blood, exclaimed again in the crowd!

For a moment, reinforcements arrived, and the three guards crowded away from the crowd, but stopped short of the crowd.

"One step forward!"

The young man grabbed Baron Doyle's collar and put his neck on the dagger:

"He's really dead."

The young man is not good-looking, but his eyes are extremely decided.

The crowd whispered, an infinite number of light gathered, including many heavyweights.

Only Thales frowned slightly:

In front of this person, this "Assassin" ...

Some noodles are cooked.

Mallorse glanced down:

"This skill ..."

Vogel's eyes changed in surprise, watching the development, and nodding:

"Very good."

"And style—the posture is beautiful, the moves are subtle, and the angles are tricky," Mallos groaned:

"It's the Tower of Termination, the sword of the 'Rose'."

"The skill of the Tower of Termination ... you mean," Vogel looked dignified:

"Aristocracy in the field?"

Mallos nodded:

"may."

Just then, a sharp female voice sounded out of thin air:

"You despicable bastard!"

A greased aristocratic woman broke away from the crowd, raised a dinner plate, and rushed towards the assassin like crazy!

The guards and captors were startled.

"My mother fights with you--"

The woman's dinner plate was smitten on the young man's body. The latter did not fight back, but dragged the old baron back all the way, and he was in a panic.

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

The old baron exclaimed.

"You better step back, Mrs. Doyle," the young man gritted his teeth, and the sword's blade steadily resisted the trembling Baron Doyle:

"I don't have the habit of being rough on women."

The Baroness Doyle was so embarrassed and tearful, but struggled to get up, hysterically:

"If you want to harm my husband!"

"Then you better kill me first!"

The young man gritted his teeth, and the captive old baron exhaled in pain.

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

"Back!"

Sitting on the ground, Mrs. Doyle with tears changed her voice and said, "What?"

"What's your name?"

The fierce look suddenly revealed.

The old Baron Doyle shuddered instinctively.

"I mean, my dear, back off," the baron's voice softened, and he squeezed an ugly smile under the blade:

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

"That way, I can live."

Just then, an angry male voice rushed into the field with his footsteps!

"Let him go!"

"Let go of my father!"

Taylor was startled, and he found out that Doyle didn't know when he was out of Glover's care, left the formation, and rushed into the field.

Rush to his father!

Vogel frowned at Majorus: the latter stared gloomily at Glover.

The crowd at the banquet again exclaimed that no one could afford to work hard to maintain order and evacuate everyone's guards.

Doyle rushed fast, smashing the guards, and the sword came out!

"clang!"

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

"Everything is coming at me!"

Doyle was so angry that the swordsmanship opened up and went straight.

"Badling a scared coward!"

This is the first time Taylor has seen D.D.

Unlike Thiels, who always had an impression of him, Doyle, with a smooth mouth and a dagger, had his sword skill straight, bright, and magnificent.

Steady pace, smooth movements, and offense and defense.

However, the two moves forced the host to retreat continuously.

"Your father?"

For two seconds, the captive sneered and defended.

"Your father! Bullying and scaring? Hahaha!"

But this is not a fair fight.

The young man kicked a glass under his feet, and when Doyle blocked the glass, the captive's sword had fallen on the neck of the old baron.

"Back off, or I'll kill him now!"

The young man pushed the baron before him, blocking Doyle's sight.

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

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

"Ah! You shameless coward!"

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

But the old baron gave a stern slam.

"Boy," Baron Doyle, with a bruised face and a strenuous voice, said hardly:

"It's your father's business ... take your mother, get out!"

D.D breathed in pain, but in the end he lowered his sword and stepped back to raise his stepmother.

Thiels couldn't help saying:

"Lord Majoros, maybe we ..."

But the next moment, Mallos interrupted him with a gloomy voice, seeping the unbearable chill:

"Take me that guy back-even if he breaks his leg."

Thales was lagging for a moment.

The Xinghu Guards looked at each other, and the three stood out and led away.

Many Il's skills are not bad, but after all, his two fists are difficult to defeat the six hands: Piroga dissolves his resistance, and Commuto restrains his struggle. The young Nehsi is the most direct. It worked, so I hit a second punch.

Until the dying Doyle, in the cry of his stepmother, was trioed back to the formation of the guard.

In the distance, several dukes had different expressions: Jane was thoughtful, the Cyclops looked angry, and the Duke Wall watched coldly, even pouring wine for himself.

Further down, in the seat, the "Seven Stars of the Stars" who are directly under the central collar are not so calm.

Baron Doyle, who was also the seventh servant, was held hostage. Viscount Adrian was not worried about what he said to Losano Glover, Baron Stewart gritted his teeth, and Mrs. Barney, the "Little Iron Thorn" Holding his son's hand, comforting the conflict together, he curled up crying Luther Barney.

Viscount Patterson, who is old and embarrassed, is trying hard to hear the two nephews reporting the crisis in the field in horror, asking questions from time to time, but it eases the tension.

"Young man, this is a royal banquet, and more honorable Duke Taylor is present."

Among the crowd present, Lord Winner, who was quite prestigious in the King Party and was in charge of the royal banquet, Godwin came out with a calm and gentle voice:

"Whatever you do, it's unwise to do so, and it's more likely to hurt many people."

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

Facing the advice of Count Godwin, the captive smiled, and the laughter was bleak and hopeless.

It deeply disturbed Taylor.

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

"I'm sorry, Earl."

"But everyone, don't panic."

Seeing the horrified crowd gradually calming down, and the guards in front did not mean to attack, the young man gasped for a moment or two and said loudly:

"Just listen to me."

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

"I am educated, knowing Li Mingde, and have no intention of hurting innocent people at the banquet in Mindith Hall."

"The last resort is a last resort!"

The old Doyle under his feet hummed:

"Pooh……"

But the young man's eyes were sharp, bowed his head, and kicked without mercy!

"Shut up, old maggot!"

The crowd exclaimed again.

"The guards here can't handle it. We need to do something."

On Thales, Deputy Guard Captain Vogel whispered to his commander:

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

Many people have to be ordered to take action.

Vogel turned back:

"Are you sure he is?"

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

Mallos nodded calmly:

"Look at his eyes, I'm sure."

The watchman didn't look at D.D who was unwilling to be restrained by the two: "It's just that I guessed wrong: His goal is not His Highness, but Baron Doyle."

"So what should we do?"

Thiels couldn't help but say, "Can he be held hostage? That's D.D's father ... the star servant of Can Xing! Her Majesty is not here, maybe it should be me, the highest-ranking Duke of Xinghu, and the host here ..."

"No," Majoros refused quickly, leaving no room for it:

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

There was a silence in Taylor.

The captain of the side guard frowned.

Mallos turned his head, looked smart, and prevailed:

"Glover, you're going to meet Morgan, Italiano, Pezarosi ... well, Toledo and Trifanov."

Glover was stunned, doubting.

In the Star Lake Guard, Morgan is a veteran of the vanguard wing, and it is understandable.

However, Italiano is subordinate to the logistics wing, and Pezza Rossi is the follower of the penal officer Patterson.

As for Toledo and Trifanov, both of them were in the command wing, followed by the subordinates of Majoros for many years, and continued to serve as his messengers after arriving at the Mindis Hall.

But these people who looked at each other ...

"They are all good at scouting or sniping."

The solemn expression of Mallos clearly explained:

"Equipped with a crossbow, led by you, divided into three groups to reach the commanding heights, find the shooting world, and wait for my signal, it is best to kill with one arrow, and two arrows ..."

Vogel's face changed dramatically on one side!

"You're crazy!"

The deputy captain held down Glover, who was about to lead his life, and gritted his teeth to Majoros:

"Look around, from the Earl of the Duke to the Seven Stars of the Star!"

Thales glanced at the guests subconsciously, and found that many people actually sneaked their eyes here.

"Mindis Hall, royal banquet, there are noble and noble officials in Wangdu. The heads of giant business houses are all here, which means that the whole kingdom is watching us!"

Vogel glanced around worriedly, lowering his voice:

"If he stabs without a word, it's fine, but he is holding the hostage and is negotiating with Count Godwin ..."

Majoros frowned.

"Drinking troubles and personal grievances are one thing. But if you ignore the hostages and snip in public, killing people and getting bloody, and it is the first hand of the royal family, that is another ..."

Mallos shook his head:

"This is the least troublesome ..."

Vogel hurriedly interrupted him:

"It's so much trouble!"

The leaders were divided again, and the surrounding royal guards trembled, and the atmosphere did not dare to speak out.

Even Taylor, who had found that he hadn't assassinated himself and relaxed, was nervous again.

The deputy captain glared at the watchman:

"Don't forget, His Highness is the host of the banquet! If one of the Seven Waitresses dies here, this will count on his head!"

Tellston was startled.

"Besides, in case you fail to decapitate, the guy launched a frenzy to slash the crowd, and the scene was out of control ..."

Vogel's voice became increasingly cautious:

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

Mallos was unmoved, observing the terrain in the field:

"We can drag the negotiations, gradually clear the scene, clear the shooting circle, and reduce the scope and associated damage ..."

"It's not just physical damage!"

Vogel's voice became sharper, apparently losing patience:

"For the sake of the setting sun!"

"This is just a banquet dispute, don't make this rebellious with the palace, **** battlefield!"

Taylor was cold in his heart.

The palace became rebellious, the **** battlefield ...

The deputy guard stared at Mallorse fiercely, and said in a voice of only them:

"It's been eighteen years! The first royal banquet of the heirs of the kingdom after returning to China is the last thing we need, the least we can't have, and the least we can't allow. This is the situation and impression!

"Do you **** understand?"

This time, Mallos was silent in the face of the rare swear words of the deputy guard.

He confronted Vogel's lessons without refuting them.

"Count Godwin has come forward, and the best thing about this is a negotiated settlement."

Vogel converged and re-looked into the field:

"Killing the killer is the best policy."

On the other side, negotiations between Lord Goldwin and his captors continued.

"Young man, good times, why bother yourself?"

Count Godwin's words are gentle and as usual, making people sincere:

"Let down your arms, let go of Baron Doyle, let's talk slowly. I guarantee with honor that you will get the help you deserve."

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

"Dear Lord Godwin, you have a good reputation and I appreciate your care and help."

His eyes were filled with apathy and resentment.

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

"No one can help."

"You don't have to say too much, young man." Count Godwin warned the guards not to provoke each other, and said warmly:

"First of all, who are you?"

The young man was silent for a while.

The next second, he held down the old baron's shoulders, frightening the latter.

"I'm Anker Bailar."

The bloodstained captive looked up, but exuded a pride in his words:

"From the Wilderness, the Bylars in Crow's Town."

The youth who claimed to be Anke Bailar trembled:

"It is His Majesty's loyal servants, brave warriors, and ..."

His voice went down:

"Insignificant people."

Anke slowly raised his head and looked sharply at everyone:

"And my father is one of the thousands of lords in the Kingdom of the Stars, Baron Crowstown."

A small commotion was released from the crowd, and many people turned back to find friends in Xihuang, or they were familiar with Xihuang, and tried to dig out some information.

"Damn, it's hereditary aristocracy in the field." On Taylor's side, the deputy captain Vogel waved his hands quickly, summoning his wingmen:

"Go check if it's true, and promptly inform the Fuxing Palace."

Count Godwin discussed with a few friends.

"Anke, isn't it? The Bailars ..."

"Since you are noble, you have been taught since childhood," Count Godwin turned back, gradually from mild to serious:

"Then you should know ..."

"Whether it's holding on to the weak or assassination, disturbing the guests or insulting the host, it will put your family into shame!"

Anke breathed a few breaths in place.

"Please forgive me for taking the risk and disturbing you just because I have lost my way."

His throat was dry and hoarse.

Full of despair.

Anke raised his sword with a hate on his face and forced the old baron's neck back:

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

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

Looking at the resolute eyes of the other side, Taylor moved in his heart!

"Asshole, coward ..."

D.D, who had recovered a little, was still arms held by his colleagues. He gritted his teeth and struggled:

"There is a kind of you--"

But he didn't finish, because Mallos turned back suddenly, and slap him back mercilessly!

Snapped! Slap loud.

Doyle paused.

He stared at Mallorce with a stare in his eyes.

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

The watchman coldly:

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

Piloga holding him hesitated a moment before releasing his joints a little, but Commuto was crisp and clear, and he let go of Doyle.

The latter breathed a few breaths, touching the red and swollen face, tremblingly looking at the captive father, finally clenching his teeth and squatting down in pain.

Mallory's move was fierce and unscrupulous, but Vogel frowned a bit, and Taylor was startled.

But the Duke of Xinghu turned back and looked at the situation on the court.

He focused on another part.

That assassin-Anke Bailar.

It's him.

Thiels 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 aristocrat responded first, raised the glass first, and spoke loudly.

[Dear Taylors! 】

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

It's him.

It was his generous response, which aroused the guests' response and blessing to the Duke of Xinghu.

Taylor recalled the scene just now, looking at the young man with a complex mood: he held the dying Baron Doyle in one hand, his expression absolutely determined.

Just like Mallos said ...

Take it home.

"Ank, you say your father is the lord and the baron of Crowstown," Count Godwin said slowly:

"Then he happy to see you like that?"

Anke shuddered.

"My father, Baron Bailar in Crow's Town ..."

He clasped the old baron's neck tightly, his eyes blurred, and murmured:

"He just doesn't want to see it anymore."

Count Godwin froze.

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

"A few months ago, my father, one of the lords of the West, responded to the call of the Duke of Falkenhout."

"He led his army westward, expeditioning into the desert, thousands of miles away, Yang Xingguowei."

Telston was shocked.

Expedition to the desert? That is not--

Anker's voice echoed in the hall, exuberant and generous:

"He was ordered to lead! His Highness's return journey ..."

"Get started!"

Thiels froze.

Lots of gazes came at the prince, all encompassing.

These include Jane's interest, the one-eyed dragon's sharp edge, and the indifference of Duke Wall.

Wait a minute.

Thiels stunned, and the journey to the West Wilderness returned to his mind.

A few months ago, with the Royal Standing Forces to clean up the desert, the local recruits of the western wasteland princes recruited their troops ...

"Until that early morning, a few hours before Duke Taylor was finally recovered ..."

Ankeji authentic:

"While the Legendary Wings are not in the camp, the bonbons and orcs are attacking, invading Bladefang Dune Camp."

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

"Your Majesty's army, almost all of them are annihilated."

"And he himself was seriously injured."

Bladefang Dunes ...

Taylor trembled inside.

The wings of the legend, Baron Roman's murderous eyes, appeared before him.

And his chilling words:

[Killing back to the camp ... no matter who it meets ... no matter humans, hybrids ...]

[Sai ... er ... li ... kai ...]

Tyres was breathing slightly.

"As the defeated general, my father returned home in depression, returned to Crow Town, and was blamed ..."

Assassin, the captor, Ank Bailar took a deep breath and looked up with his eyes flushed:

"Soon, his injuries worsened, and he was tortured physically and mentally ..."

The young man with the blade raised his head, looking at Taylor, who was high above him, hoarsely:

"It ends in pain."

At the other end of the line of sight, Taylor gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Eight thousand words, constantly emblazoned, take away directly, you are welcome.

Seeing my friends tomorrow may not change.

Monthly pass.

(End of this chapter)