Chapter 552: Unfinished

In the brightly lit hall, Thiels stood high, bearing countless startled eyes, but only staring at Ank, who was cyanose.

Waiting for his response.

"you you?"

After a long while, Anke looked up in disbelief.

Thiels still looked at him coldly, freely, but his eyes were compelling.

As if the hunter drew his arrow from the string, confidently drew his long bow.

"His Royal Highness, duel," Anker finally figured out what had just happened, his eyes flushed and his breathing increased:

"Me and you?"

Tyers narrowed his eyes.

"no no……"

The spoiler of the banquet poured out grief and pain from his eyes, hissing:

"Do not!"

In the hall, after the initial shock, everyone started anxiously discussing the first scene, but as their voices became more convergent, even the eyes of Duke Xinghu changed.

Val Yalund in shackles no longer drinks alcohol, his eyes locked on the prince's body, the meaning is unknown.

Jon frowned, and kept turning back to ask his housekeeper.

One-eyed Dragon Goose smiled and smiled, and also responded privately to other guests' inquiries.

Thiers tossed these scenes that Yu Guangli glanced aside, and hummed.

"why not?"

The young duke slowly walked down, and the royal guard behind him wanted to keep up, but was held down by Mallus with an unquestionable gesture.

"Is this not what you want?"

Thales stepped out of the enclosing team and slowly walked down the steps, with a sharp voice:

"A duel with the second prince himself will shock everyone up and down the kingdom, and everyone will hear it; it will also achieve your purpose and recover justice-such a banquet dish ..."

"Isn't it fragrant?"

Anke gritted his teeth, the dagger in his hand began to tremble, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Incredible more than him.

D.D stood still, watching Taylor fall from the sky, coming slowly.

Doyle's irreversible sorrow slowly diminished, replaced by overwhelming ignorance.

"Your Highness, you don't need it, I mean, you don't need to do it for me, I can, I can ..."

Tyres stopped, his expression unpleasant.

On the other side, Baron Old Doyle showed unbelievable joy after experiencing the double torture of sorrow and consternation. He reacted and gave his son desperately.

But D.D apparently didn't notice his father's behavior. He stared at the aggressive Tylers with scabbard in his hand, his words were full of words, and his machinery seemed to have not fully reacted:

"You do n’t have to, you do n’t, I just, the guard, protect you ...”

Until Tyers glanced slightly, the cold light swept away, sealing Doyle's words in his mouth.

"I didn't ask you for your opinion, Danny Doyle," Teres shouted impersonally at his full name:

"I'm ordering you: I want to represent your duel."

Thiels looked at the crowd, frowning:

"As the bright star, order one of the bright stars."

"Do you ... have any objections?"

D.D suddenly froze.

As soon as this remark came out, the guests standing in front of them also gathered together, and they instantly became the focus of attention:

The young and promising Viscount Adrian let go of his wife and looked back at Taylor seriously.

The old Viscount Paterson opened his dim and dim eyes and pushed away the two nephews who were supporting him.

The graceful Mrs. Eleanor clung to Luther Barney, who looked down and played quietly.

Baron Stuart bowed his head slightly, glanced at the prince, and looked sneer.

Lossano Glover was holding his arms tightly, and if he took root, he would not move.

Thiels's gaze flickered.

After one second, the five nobles moved, or bowed their chests, or bent their knees to raise the skirt, willingly and obediently.

But no one's response was comparable to Baron Doyle.

"No, Your Highness, no objections, no wow!"

Tyers frowned.

I saw Old Doyle crying and crawling, startling everyone:

"Here you are, as the Seven Stars of the Bright Star, and the Doyle family of Jinghe, we swear to die."

The old baron with a swollen and swollen face and a swollen nose had nothing to say. His savvy wife's eyes were covered with his hands and he dragged him back into the crowd with D.D.

Tyers exhaled.

He turned around and continued to pace.

The crowds below, whether guard servants or guests, instinctively gave way to the prince.

Until Tyres stepped into the field, stepped on the lowest floor, standing at the same height as Ank, who was all tight.

"As for you ..."

But Thiels did not stop, but moved steadily towards the center of the hall.

Anke raised his head stunned, slightly surprised.

He realized that the blade in his hand could reach the prince as long as he caught up two steps.

The closest D.D reacted first. He dropped his father and rushed forward, exclaiming at the same time:

"His Royal Highness!"

The guards who followed Silves quietly noticed that it was inappropriate, and Mallos frowned:

"His Royal Highness is close enough!"

Count Godwin was panicked:

"Prince Taylor! Your golden body ..."

Beside Mallorse, Vogel, who was so anxious and damaged by a series of accidents, directly ordered:

"Go around! Protect Your Highness!"

In the hall, the erratic guards and the nervous royal guards acted at the same time, and the steps were chaotic for a while, exclaiming the guests.

Until Thiers roared loudly, shaking every gaffe:

"Stop!"

He turned around and raised his arms, pointing at Doyle who rushed forward:

"Back!"

"You all back!"

The footsteps of the Royal Guard were dying.

In the limelight, Tyers turned his back on himself, disregarding Mallorz's frown and Vogel's anxiety.

Look at Anke who raised his sword in self-defense.

"Since my guests have the courage to go alone with their swords, and go to the meeting with their swords," Taylor's eyes were removed from the opponent's dagger, focusing on Anke's eyes, and he kept on:

"Then I naturally have the courage to stand in front of him and look directly into his eyes."

Anke trembled.

"Calm!"

In the chaos, Majoros ignored the angry protest of Vogel ("Hurry him back!"):

"His Highness has spoken!"

He raised his fist to stand up for public opinion, and signaled the royal guards to be calm and impatient.

Seeing Mallos openly setting the tone, Vogel could only grit his teeth and shut up, glaring at the watchman's wanton behavior.

Finally, Thales stood in front of Anker, facing the anger and sorrow of Fang.

"Duke Taylor," Anker lowered his dagger and looked at the Duke with resentment:

"why?"

Thales's face was sinking in water, not hurried:

"why?"

He snorted:

"Ank Bailar."

"Do you think you can come to my place with grandeur, and do whatever you want, you think you have caught my key point, holding it to hurt me, threatening me?"

Anke clenched the sword in his hand.

His eyes kept lingering on the key points of Thales's chest and abdomen.

This made Vogel increasingly nervous, urging Mallos to take action, but the latter remained motionless.

Like Taylors, he didn't care.

"I don't know who gave you this bad idea, but, duel?"

Thiers chuckled, and glanced at the crowd intentionally or unintentionally:

"Just because I came back from the north?"

Thiels turned slowly, carelessly holding back his sharp blade, anxious Anke:

"You, and the people behind you, you don't know. I have faced such difficulties and problems all my life, struggling to survive between the last desperate choices."

Taylor glanced around the guests before turning back.

He looked silent, and seemed to be hesitant to take the opportunity to swell the sword and kill the prince Anke.

"Now, Anker, no matter who you are or who you are."

Thiers spoke coldly, ignoring the opponent's blade, and continued to approach each other in the inhalation sound of the crowd until less than half of the arm between the two.

"Whether you do it for yourself or for others."

Thiels groaned:

"Choose it."

At such a close distance, Thales found that the other party was constantly shaking, breathing was chaotic, and his expression was cloudy.

He is not in the state.

Thales in the **** senses knew with a glance:

In the current situation of the opponent, Mo said duel, even the sword style may not make the standard.

"select?"

Anke finally couldn't help it, and spoke angrily.

"Either kill you, or, or ..."

His breath was so heavy that he could almost hit Taylor's face:

"You didn't give me a choice at all, did you!"

Anke's eyes were flushed and his expression was haggard. The dagger in his hand couldn't help shaking.

The viewer was worried, and could not help but sweat for His Royal Highness—Maulius had to hold Voger, who held his teeth, and the fists who restrained them never let go.

But Telston took a moment and whispered:

"wrong."

The prince's tone became serious:

"I gave."

"I give you not only choices but also opportunities."

Tyers looked at Anker's eyes despised and desolate, and tried his best to sincerely:

"The best opportunity, another option."

"You know."

There was a hint of anxiety in Taylor's voice unconsciously:

"You know!"

But looking back at his Anke, he was unmoved. His eyes changed from hot to cold, from light to dark, from resentment to loss, from pain to numbness.

Finally, Anker closed his eyes gently.

"Your Highness, can you do me a favor," Anke spoke quietly, as if immersed in a dark tone:

"Kill me?"

The onlookers crowded together with the vigilant guards.

Tyers glare.

"of course."

But the next moment, Taylor's voice became cold again:

"But only in duels-on our terms."

Anker was silent.

One second, two seconds ...

Until the third second, Anke opened his eyes suddenly!

At the same time, there was the sword in his hand, which opened the air and drove the wind.

Directly to Taylor!

The next second, the full-hearted crowd suddenly exclaimed!

"Do not!"

"Damn!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"A killer again!"

The chaotic crowd will either disperse, or move forward, blocking the sight for a while, and let the royal guards preparing for rescue be tied!

"Damn! Majoros! Your uncle's idea ..."

Vogel pushes a guest out of his way, anxious:

"If the prince is him-you are finished!"

Mallos said nothing, but clenched his fists steadily, and signaled to his subordinates to maintain order.

Until a violent drink, from the center of the hall, from the center of the chaos!

"In the name of Thales Star, I said it! Back up!"

"Fuck everyone!"

Taylor's voice has never been so angry, even shaking the dome:

"I can handle it!"

The messy scene was silent.

The guards took a few seconds to restrain the crowd again, and the Royal Guards rushed forward, headed by Mallos and Vogel, respectively, and surrounded the center of the hall.

There were only two people in the center of the hall, almost sticking together.

Seeing the scene before me, many guests took a breath.

Anke's blade stayed between the necks of the two men, not moving forward-his sword was being held tightly by Taylor, unable to move forward or backward.

And Thales and Anker stared at each other, one calm, the other desperate, trembling slightly in a tense wrestling.

Majoros frowned.

Vogel was furious, and instructed his subordinates to move forward:

"Damn, don't hurry--"

But Mallorse's words were louder than him:

"Stabilize!"

The watchman's fists were raised again, leaving everyone stagnant:

"His Highness must not be violated!"

Vogel stepped forward.

Mallorse Cold Lane:

"His Royal Highness is processing."

"Do not disturb."

Vogel was stunned for a moment, lowering his voice:

"Treat? You are his guard captain! In case he meets unexpectedly ..."

This time, Mallorse did not have the patience to swallow, but replied coldly:

"Then I am also his guard captain."

Stung the words of the deputy captain in his mouth.

In the field, Thales carefully appeased the crime of prison river infused with arms, while blocking Anke's intention, while not letting the power of the end transform into a bloodthirsty beast.

"Ank, don't do this."

Thiels shook his head, and his eyes were warning:

"The alerters have not been brought yet, and our duel has not yet begun."

But Anke shook his head.

"Let ’s let them kill me," Anke lowered his voice, his words darkened:

"I must die, I can't go out so alive."

Tyler frowned.

At that moment, he seemed to be back in bones.

Just in front of him, Barney wiped the blade on his neck.

"Yes," Taylor said, driving away the unpleasant memories, firmly:

"But it's just the choice he gives you."

He balanced the power on his arm, not letting Anke move lightly, and staring at each other's eyes at the same time:

"The one who gave you this sword is not worth your life."

Anke seemed to be offended. His pupils shrank and his anger showed:

"I'm not for him!"

Thales showed no weakness:

"I know!"

The prince stared at the pair of eyes that went back and forth between anger and despair, hoping that the other person could read what he meant:

"So I gave you a chance."

"Take it!"

Taylor's voice was a little eager.

Anke stumbled for a while.

He gasped, his pupils refocused:

"why……"

"Because I know you are not his pawn," Taylor said firmly:

"I know what you really want."

With strong hands, Thales pulled the two closer, in a volume that only they could hear:

"You do not come for revenge or for personal gain."

"Not even for your father."

Anke was stunned first, then incredible.

"You, how are you ..."

Thiers whispered:

"Because I believe we are the same people."

The same people.

Anker's palm trembled slightly:

"what?"

"But the one who gave you the sword," Taylor stared into his eyes:

"He is definitely not."

Separated by a dagger with a crossbow, the two looked at each other, one insisted and the other lost.

Anker's hesitation only stayed for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows:

"He gave me a sword, and you gave me a 'bet'."

Anke stared at Taylors fiercely:

"You're all pushing me to take the next step you want."

"Are you different from him?"

Thiers was silent for a while.

After a second, the prince's strength gradually weakened.

"He wants to be a chess player and win the game," Taylor whispered.

Anke sneered ironically:

"And you want to lose?"

Tyers slowly raised his head.

"Do not."

"I just, just understand ..."

He was extremely exhausted:

"Other chess pieces."

Anke suddenly frowned.

"I said, we are the same kind of person."

Tells difficultly:

"Ank Bailar."

The strength of Anke's hand was relaxed, and the distance between the two returned to one arm's length.

But the dagger was still rampant.

The prince stared at each other with scorch, and tried to touch his weapon:

"Now let go and give me the sword."

Anke's eyes were bewildered, he glanced around, it was as if staring at him, like the royal guard of the enemy.

He gritted his teeth:

"I can not."

"Pawns can't," Taylor's left hand pressed on the opponent's hilt, his eyes firm: "You can."

"Ank Bailar, you can."

Anker bowed his head.

"If I let go," Bailar's eyes returned to clear, but then he became distressed:

"what should I do?"

Facing this problem, Taylor also remained silent for a while.

But he quickly looked up:

"I don't know, but I will do my best."

Anke snorted, ignoring his emotions, crying and laughing.

"I have already done my best."

"No, you don't," Taylor shook his head unquestionably:

"You didn't see me."

"I."

He was firm.

This time, Anke stared at him for a long time.

Under Taylor's gaze, the other's eyes passed through a series of confusion, pain, torture, struggle, anger, and resentment.

Finally, return to relief and silence.

The next second, Taylor felt light on his hand.

In front of him, Anke's body dropped forward.

"Boom!"

He heard only a muffled sound, and with countless lights watching, Anke closed his eyes and fell to his knees beside Thales.

Tyres breathed a sigh of relief, holding the dagger in his hand flat, and turned around with a complex mood.

"It looks like the duel didn't work."

He turned up the volume and returned to the duke Dingxinghu, who forced the eyes of many bystanders sweeping away.

The Duke stepped forward and walked towards Mallorse, who was holding his fists.

Thales nodded, feeling unspeakable at the same time, forcing himself to say the same as before: "The bet is unfinished."

"Pity."

With countless surprised gazes, Mallos waved his hand.

The well-prepared royal guards swarmed up and rudely suppressed Anke, who had already given up resistance, with a numb look on the ground, and tied it with flowers.

(End of this chapter)