Chapter 551: Discard (Part 2)

The guests in the hall 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 Taylor's glass!

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, he let out half a glass of wine with a willful way.

D.D tossed the wine glass away and took a deep breath in the sound of glass shattering.

Gradually returning, he looked at the dress on Anke.

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

"Old skin, my sword."

Piroga hesitated, and in the eyes of Mallos, this took the weapons he had collected.

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

Mallos stepped beside D.D, watching him make the final preparations, and whispered softly:

"are you ready?"

Sitting on the seat, Tyles clenched his fists.

Both sides are begging for death ...

why.

why!

Doyle took off his armguard and gave a careless glance at his boss.

"Lord, sir, or, tormond little."

Maybe it was drunk, or maybe he didn't care about it, he called the other person casually:

"You know, you're a bastard."

Tomond Jr.-Majoros frowned.

"The gods are there, not even His Highness is a bird. It's awkward." D.D said, and laughed.

But the others in the guard didn't laugh.

The watchman sighed:

"In the vein of" Rose ", backhand stabbing is a must-learned method. It is known for its simplicity and sharpness, and it is difficult to stop it.

"If you find the right time ... less pain."

Doyle smiled.

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

"Zombie, sorry to keep annoying you with rubbish, but my father told me ... to have a good relationship with the Crawfords ..."

Glover nodded, still expressionless:

"I know."

D.D took a deep breath.

"Also, you never go to Hongfang Street ..."

"So I always wanted to ask," Doyle stared at everyone with a pale smile:

"are you gay?"

There was a moment of silence in the guard.

Glover frowned, but still answered:

"No."

Doyle hummed and shrugged:

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

"Doyle's," Anke in the middle of the hall interrupted D.D. He contented himself, disregarding the eager guards around him:

"What are you still struggling with?"

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

"Can't you wait to die?"

"Like you," Anke smiled as he watched his duel opponent:

"Everyone."

They stared at each other, but the smile disappeared quickly.

Calm and indifferent.

Without warning, Doyle snatched the sword from Piroga.

"His Royal Highness."

"I know I've played a little exaggerated and overstretched to please you these days, but," DD hugged the scabbard tightly, like the life-saving straw when drowning. Heartless Laughter:

"You are a good person."

Thiels moved.

Doyle looked at the dome and bent his lips:

"It's easier here than in the Fuxing Palace."

His smile disappeared.

"If my father ... in the future, please remember today."

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

He could only stare at Doyle stupidly.

"His Royal Highness is kind-hearted," Mallorce took the conversation lightly and resolved the embarrassment at this moment:

"You know, he won't forget."

Doyle smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Dwelling heart.

Homesickness ...

At this moment, Taylor only felt that the description was extremely ironic.

In the hall, Baron Doyle hugged his wife, sobbing quietly in silence.

D.D showed a helpless expression.

He no longer looked at Thales, but instead looked back, raised his weapon, and walked down the steps.

Toward his opponent.

His ending.

"Doyle ..." Taylor couldn't help but say a word, but Mallorse held his arm and blocked the prince's words.

"He knows what he is going to sacrifice," Mallos said lightly:

"Know more about what he is going to save."

The watchman turned to Taylor:

"But the question is, do you know?"

Do i know

Tersmer was silent.

Will sacrifice ...

Tyers watched Doyle's back slowly descending the steps, without the usual ease and leisure, but with the incomparably heavy hoe.

What to save ...

Tyers slowly looked to the ground, the Baron Doyle, who was paralyzed, and the baroness, who was sobbing and shaking.

I will sacrifice.

I want to save.

Tyers looked at the dagger with a calm expression in Ank's face.

He moved in his heart.

So is this the feeling?

Tyles said to himself.

He is the second prince.

It is the Duke of Xinghu.

He should sit high, look at the chessboard, watch the chess pieces below fight back and forth, and save the entire game.

Strategic planning, the point will move.

He should just do that, accept the due sacrifice, watch D.D and the enemy fight in the duel, trying to die under the sword of the other side, no matter how ridiculous.

Later, according to the gains and losses of benefits, discuss rewards for merit and seek crime of rape.

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

Fast rope's words suddenly sounded in Taylor's ear:

[The first thing to do is to bow your heads, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas, rule all of you, and turn you into an appearance that you ca n’t even recognize. Only then can you start playing this. Only games can be enjoyed. 】

Thiers looked silently at Doyle's back.

"remember."

Deputy Guard Captain Vogel caught up two steps and reminded softly behind Doyle:

"If you survive and he is dead."

"The fate of both your Highness and your parents will be bad in the future."

The back of D.D was shocked.

Just as Thales took a breath.

But unlike Thiers, Doyle quickly calmed down and stepped forward.

It was as if he had accepted his destiny.

Like one ...

piece.

At that moment, Taylor suddenly understood.

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

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

Thiels lowered his head gently.

Everyone waited for Doyle's footsteps to merge with Anker's position.

[After becoming a prince, are you still yourself, or is it Taylor? 】

[Or has it been ... something else? 】

"You're right, Majorus," Taylor said quietly:

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

"And Anke, he also knows what he is going to save."

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

Mallos doubted his head:

"His Royal Highness?"

Taylor looked up, his eyes sharpened.

"But you are wrong."

He sat on the seat and looked at every face in the hall: worry, anxiety, panic, panic, pride, expectation, sadness, plainness, gloat ...

"He is not a chess piece."

Tyres calmly said:

"Neither of them."

He clenched his fists:

"No one is."

Maybe someone else can.

Without burden or scruples, move the pieces in peace, or be willing to be a piece.

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

Maybe D.D can, maybe Anker can ...

Maybe Majoros, maybe Vogel ...

But he can't.

Because he is Taylor Canstar.

He's Taylor.

Just Tyers.

"They're not pawns, they're just D.D, they're only Anke, they're ... people."

Tells knows it well:

"The purest and most complicated ... people."

The watchman asked puzzledly:

"Your Highness, what do you mean?"

Tyers took a deep breath and smiled and blinked at the watchman:

"Meaning, go to his mother's" died "."

Mallos finally felt that something was wrong: at this moment, the prince's eyes lacked the previous cramps and hesitations, and he lacked the usual deepness and bitterness.

In its place is unprecedented firmness and brightness.

"Wait," Mallorce's face changed:

"You want to do--"

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

The next second, before Doyle was about to come to Anke, before the two men who were hostile to each other were finally facing each other fairly, before the first debts of the two families were to be settled with blood, Taylor was looking straight. Stand up!

He shouted loudly:

"Wait!"

The voice of the Duke of Xinghu spread through the hall.

Every time everyone looked at him, even Doyle's footsteps stopped.

Everyone looked strangely at the prince.

"His Royal Highness?" Anke asked, subconsciously, frowning, worried that things would change.

Thiels tickled his lips and glanced at Majoros.

The latter was uneasy for no reason, and even the questioning eyes Vogel cast on him were ignored.

"Just now, my guard captain told me!"

Thales stretched out his arm and spoke up:

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

He looked at the two of them, his eyes were like a torch, and the sentence became sharp:

"He said, you will all try to die!"

Thiers yelled:

"Desperate!"

As soon as this remark was made, there was a sudden discussion in the hall.

Only those who have long expected, such as Count Godwin, Duke of Iris, Cyclops, Duke of Vaal, etc., do not respond and have their own hearts.

In the Royal Guard, Mallorce and Vogel face each other, but they can only get a piece of suspicion from each other.

what happened?

Why, why do you want to make this matter so grand and grand ...

At the center of the storm, Anker and Doyle glanced at each other, equally at a loss.

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

Thiels smiled. He glanced at each of them, his voice bright and confident:

"Fight a battle for defeat, will you?"

"can you!"

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

Anker and D.D both froze for a few seconds, speaking almost simultaneously:

"His Royal Highness--"

The prince's smile cooled.

"But I don't like that!"

Thiels roared, interrupting the two caught off guard.

"The Yankees may be savage," Taylor lifted a glass he didn't know who it was, reached forward into the air, his eyes like a knife:

"But they never compromise."

Well, most of the time there is no compromise.

Thiels eased his hands, letting the wine glass fall and shattered on the ground.

He looked at people who were full of surprise or ignorance, or dignified or happy, and laughed softly:

"So I want to make some bets to encourage them."

With this remark, people in the hall were puzzled again.

Only Taylor smiled still:

"Increase motivation for both of you."

His eyes glanced over, locking the dueling two in sight:

"Ensure that this is a battle of fists, flesh and blood, brilliant, and strive to win ..."

"It's unforgettable ..."

With a smile on his face, Thiels's voice was low:

"A duel of life and death."

what?

The next second, up to the uncle and the nobleman, and down to the guarding servant, when everyone was surprised and failed to respond, Taylor snarled:

"Ank Bailar!"

Anker responded nervously.

"I swear to the sunset goddess in the name of Duke Xinghu, the second prince, and Taylor Canstar!"

Taylor's expression was unprecedentedly indifferent:

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

"My father, Her Majesty King Kessel," Taylor coldly said:

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

Anke was shocked!

It's not just him, Mallorce, Doyle, Vogel ... after everyone reacted, they all shocked and incredible.

Anke was surprised and said:

"You ... on behalf of Your Majesty?"

Tyers sneered:

"Exactly, the Royal Star family will speak out for the Bailar family!"

"Until you are satisfied."

The guests in the hall burst into a loud bang, and the noise was rising and falling.

Unexpectedly, Anke stared at Taylor's expression, breathing disordered and unable to help himself.

Full support……

Open your eyes for the Baylar family ...

Doyle looked betrayed, and looked at the prince he had served with incredulity.

Vogel was beside Majoros, grimacing in anger and whispering: "Your Majesty ... how did he represent His Majesty?"

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

Mallorce frowned.

But Taylor soon made a sound again, his voice as serious as before:

"But, Anke, if you lose the duel, you are lost."

He chirped:

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

"The controversy of the Bailars ..."

The cold flash in Taylor's eyes:

"That's it."

The meaning of this sentence was unclear, and the guests were puzzled for a while, until Anke, whose expression was fluctuating, tempted to speak:

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

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

"As the price of witnessing your glorious duel, as a punishment for your disrespect and transgression ..."

The voice of the Duke of Xinghu echoed between the pillars of Mindith Hall, making it impossible to stand:

"If you lose."

"The Bailar family's case will never be reopened, it will never be re-tried, and no objection is allowed."

Taylor stared coldly at Ank, who was gradually skeptical, and said with a chilly voice:

"No matter how much grievances you have, how many laws, how much truth."

"The Kingdom doesn't even ask."

"Let's just read this."

Ank stayed where he was during the discussion among the guests.

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

Win the duel and give your full support ...

If you lose a duel, you will never come back ...

Anke raised his head sternly:

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

Thiers spoke coldly, interrupting his question:

"Anke, you said, you're going to resort to a duel and reproduce my legendary journey in the North?"

Anker frowned.

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

"You have to bear the price of its barrenness and backwardness."

Anke froze.

Taylor looked up, and looked around at the people in the hall who were looking at him. Everywhere he looked, the guests looked down.

He groaned:

"This is the truth of the duel. It is the true ancient style of the Empire and the way of the North."

Looking at the two dull duchess at the same time, Taylor bent his lips and revealed a gentle smile:

"With such a bet, you have the motivation to focus on winning, right?"

Talks in the hall sounded like a beep, and everyone was thinking about what Taylor was doing.

"Well, I seem to understand a little."

Vogel pondered, tentatively:

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

The deputy captain looked at Mallorz in doubt:

"But His Highness is not afraid ... The boy from Doyle's house in turn wants to fight the royal family to fulfill his promise, and also wants to kill the other party, and close the case?"

Majoros looked down at the Duke of Star Lake's face and lowered his head.

"No," the watchman whispered to Vogel:

"You don't understand."

The deputy guard was shocked for a while.

After thinking about something in the hall, Anker and Doyle glanced at each other.

"What's wrong, Bailar?"

Color reappeared in Doyle's eyes, turning into a eager flame:

"Are you afraid of losing?"

Anker didn't answer immediately.

He experienced a long silence before sneering.

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

He looked up at Tyres, his tone was absolutely the same, but an additional killing was made out of thin air:

"Come on, let the duel begin."

"Just, keep your promise in mind if I win ..."

Thiels chuckled:

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

Vogel frowned when he heard this.

You guarantee ...

Is that appropriate?

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

Only Mallos simply said:

"Help."

Help?

Vogel was puzzled.

"When we're ready to" died "," Majoros turned his head, his eyes burning:

"He wants to help."

"More than one."

Vogel's doubts only deepened.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wonder soon.

"Malos, since the duel is about to begin," Taylor ordered loudly to his guard captain, and the whole hall could hear:

"Go get the 'warners'."

Alerter.

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

Mallos frowned:

"Warner? But Your Highness, wouldn't it ..."

"Yes."

Thiels interrupted him happily, and the prince turned to the guests, his gaze looking like:

"Given by the Duke of Xihuang, the family tradition of Valkenhaus represents the ancient famous swords of the empire that they have infinite trust and loyalty in me. Should they deserve this duel?"

With this remark, people suddenly froze.

"His Royal Highness?"

Anker from Xihuang asked: "You want to lend your sword to one of us?"

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

Thiels smiled, but he shook his head.

"You're from the West, Anker," he looked at Bailar at a leisurely moment:

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

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

"Challenge them in a duel is tantamount to challenging the leader himself."

Thiers spoke indifferently, while causing a lot of commotion, he remembered an orc war chief he had encountered, and the opponent ’s impressive "buy one plus two get one free" duel rule.

"Unfortunately," Taylor said indifferently, his mouth smooth, covering a controversy:

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

"You challenge him."

"Just challenge me."

D.D stayed in place.

Anker's eyes widened.

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

"His Royal Highness--"

But regardless of what he did, Taylor just spoke out loud, and for this he used the sin of prison river and tried to cover up any voice:

"And Baron Doyle!"

He growled:

"It's my honorable guest."

With a somber expression on his face, Tyers reached out and pointed down in his wife's arms. The stunned Old Baron Doyle now:

"Today, he was under any threat, injury and challenge at my banquet and in my Mindice room."

"It's all offensive to me!"

The two men in the duel are no longer in focus, all eyes are focused on the prince, or he is doubtful or fearful, or upset or hesitant, or admires or disdains.

Until Tyres looked around in a murderous manner and forced all the strange eyes away.

"No--" Vogel subconsciously stepped forward to stop the prince, but was locked in his arms by Mallorce behind him!

"Stars, listen!"

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

Taylor's expression was ruthless, his voice shook the dome, and his words were firm.

"Me, Taylor Canstar."

He stood in a high position in the banquet hall, raised his one arm, fearless the eyes of the audience, his voice was loud and clear:

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

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

With a cold stare, Thiels lowered his arms and pointed at the two dumb dumbfounders:

"Fulfill this duel of blood vengeance."

"Until the winner is scored."

"Until life and death are revealed."

"Until the ancient ceremony is complete."

The words fell, and the ballroom fell into a long silence.

Tyers lowered his eyes and sneered.

"Don't worry, Anke," he smiled and looked at D.D, who was shocked by Anke and the dead chicken:

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

Tyers bowed his head slightly, and the firelight drew a shadow on his face:

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

He put a smile away and said coldly the last words:

"kill me."

It ’s the end of the month. (Sound of code words)

It's too late to finish writing, and there is no time to revise it carefully. Get up and come back the next day to polish it.

(End of this chapter)