Chapter 553 Chess Player

In the hustle and bustle, Tyers stared blankly at the dagger in his hand, silently retrograde, and allowed countless guard members to pass by.

The prince's figure was dotted among the rushing stern armors and looked lonely and out of touch.

Glaring and prominent.

The next second, as if the ban was lifted, the long silent guest group was a sensation.

The sound of rushes, cheers, discussions, applause, and whispers continued.

"My God, I swear, this banquet is the coolest thing I have encountered this year ..."

"It's a bright star, isn't it? It reminds me of forty years ago ... kekekeke ..."

"No, I'll tell you, Polaris was still in the north ... that was called one, see the king kill the king, see the grandfather kill the grandfather ... they're old in the elk city!"

"Remember, in the future, if anyone asked about the scene today, not a lot of words, but only that the royal guard controlled the scene ..."

"His gesture is so brave, ah, good Sunni, I said quietly, I really want to be pressed by the Highness to kiss the wall ... Ah, what are you Suni? Huh, shameless!

"I tell you, go back and join the trade association of glassmakers, especially the production of wineware ..."

"No, listen to me, you are not allowed to come to Mindice Hall again, and you are not allowed to comment on today's affairs until the Fuxing Palace makes any response ..."

"Before the **** of Inosa, we have to inquire about the life of His Royal Highness the Duke north, especially what kind of girl he likes ..."

"Sure enough, I can't get rid of Yankee's style, tell you, be careful in the future ..."

"Ma Ma, I also want to study in Exeter ... Ah? Otherwise, you can be a hostage!"

"Did you write it down? Yes, in this order: quail eggs, roast goose, lettuce, especially lettuce ..."

"Tell your father, all the usury loans in your family are closed ... Loss? You **** still thinking about loss? Doyle is the lesson learned!"

"Have you heard? Have you heard?‘ I have the courage to stand in front of him and look directly into his eyes ’?”

"No, I can't mention it when I go back, especially the bet ..."

As if the enthusiasm that the masses had lost for a while, finally returned after the situation subsided.

"Fortunately, fortunately, my sunset ... that **** villain, I swear, I swear ..." Baron Doyle held his son and wife and wept bitterly, but made D.D very awkward.

Many people began to look at the prince staring in the hall with their different eyes back to the guard figures.

But Thiels just said nothing.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the empty highest seat after the king had left.

As if living in my own world.

Do not be disturbed, do not disturb.

"Okay, Zhang Qiyi took over from here ... directly to the secret section," Vogel instructed the man who escorted Anke, and looked at Thales, with a complex expression:

"Obviously, many people have to work overtime tonight."

Soon, with all kinds of eyes, Anke was escorted by the guards who were waiting for him. Although he was not struggling, the length of the escorting team was still comparable to a guard of honor.

Tyres silently listened to the sound of Anke's detention, without looking at his eyes.

On the other side, the Doyle family was very rare and wept with joy.

Taylor didn't respond.

His chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, making it difficult for him to react.

Mallos signaled Glover to put on the cape of the Duke, but was stopped by Tyres.

As the backbone of the King ’s party, Count Godwin coughed and came forward, consoling Taylor like his elders:

"Your Highness, you have worked hard tonight ..."

"If you don't mind, I think that's it for the party ..."

But Thales suddenly said:

"Sorry, everyone!"

The sudden loud voice of the Duke of Xinghu interrupted the buzzing discussion.

Thiels turned around.

His face was so cold that everyone was in awe.

Looking at the prince's expression, Majoros frowned slightly.

Taylor knew that more than one person had told him: a smile is the best armor.

But the Northlanders taught him:

Armor alone is not enough.

The prince pressed overwhelmed Count Godwin and walked towards the crowd.

"I know, maybe today, my opening remarks are too gentle."

Taylor's eyes were colder than ever:

"It's easy to misunderstand."

The banquet hall was completely quiet.

Thiers lowered his voice, but against the silence, his words were extremely clear:

"But for those who don't know me, or don't like me, or even want to see me ..."

Tyers gloomy face:

"I don't mind, repeating the welcome speech."

He paced lightly, his eyes glanced at every guest.

Disheartening.

"Princes!"

Thales suddenly raised the volume, biting a habit between the teeth, but deliberately forgot the strength and deterrence:

"I'm Tyres!"

He looked around the crowd, his eyes angered.

"A 700-year-old pedigree that you rummaged through, and you can't find a name!"

The guests were whispering again, but soon disappeared in the sight of Taylor.

Thiels lowered his head and rubbed his dagger, feeling its precious materials and good hand, Shen said:

"So you may not know ..."

"Last six years."

"I am neither the Prince of Stars nor the Duke of Xinghu."

The guests looked at each other.

Thiels played with a dagger and didn't look up, but every word of him was so low that the guests subconsciously raised their ears:

"I saw the vassals of the princes, and Nunn died."

"I have experienced the Dragon's Fall and the calamity of the city."

"I witnessed the chaos of the soldiers, Charman said."

With his pupils gathered together, Taylor looked up sharply:

"Hei Sha Ling hates me if he is the enemy, and Longxiao City treats me like a disaster star!"

His sudden chill made many listeners excited.

Tyers strode forward, his eyes fixed, and he stabbed everyone who looked at him.

As the crowd approached, the crowd retreated subconsciously.

"And up and down Exeter, thousands of beings, call me by name--"

The voice was still there, and Taylor shuddered his dagger and slammed into a long table in front of him!

Boom!

In the murmur of heart palpitations, Tyers growled:

"North Star!"

With the help of the crime of prison river, his voice echoed in the banquet hall, the lights fluttered and the figure flickered.

The whole hall was silent.

Hundreds of people, including many noble personalities, did not dare to speak out at this time.

Tyers stared at the blade on the table, breathing hardly.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Taylor finally let go of his dagger.

Only left the hilt slightly.

But the silence still lingered, and the guests remained silent.

Until Thiers spoke coldly:

"Lords, welcome to my ... Mindice Hall."

He turned back, expressionless, and chilled:

"May you have fun."

"The banquet is over."

No one moved.

Until Mallos sighed, came forward, and ordered the guards of the Royal Guard and the Mindis Hall to clear order and persuade the guests.

Vogel and Count Godwin also stood up and arranged for everyone to leave.

The banquet hall gradually recovered its popularity. The sound of discussion and footsteps sounded again, but in a much more orderly and low-key manner, it seemed to deliberately avoid the poor Duke of Xinghu.

Thiels was still standing in the hall, behind him was the dagger that stirred his banquet.

"I remember asking you to get the alert," Taylor said without looking back, and asked Mallorce, who seemed to have something to say behind him:

"Why didn't you get it now?"

While gesturing to passing guests, Mallorse apologized for the Duke, and replied indifferently:

"The sword is hidden in the locker of your study. I have no password."

Thales froze slightly.

"Why didn't you just ask me?"

"Because," Majoros glanced at the dagger behind him:

"You didn't plan to use that sword from beginning to end."

Thiels had a meal first, then laughed.

"Then you don't worry, don't worry that he will really fight me?"

Mallos smiled softly, raised his fist, and looked up.

Taylor followed his eyes and looked up.

Soon he saw that, high above the banquet hall, five or six members of the Xinghu Guard appeared from the shadows, everyone holding a crossbow, looking at them alertly.

Mallos slowly let go of his fist for a long time.

The next second, the royal guards in the shadows gathered their bows.

"That's ... Toledo, Morgan, Italiano by your side ..."

Thiels was surprised to recognize the people.

"The squad you arranged on a temporary basis," Taylor said suddenly:

"How do I remember, Vogel stopped you?"

Mallos hummed and looked at Vogel, who said goodbye to the nobles in the distance.

"He thought he stopped me."

Tyers exhaled.

"Have you thought about the cost of doing this before?" Mallos asked softly.

Thiels shook his head:

"No."

"now what?"

Thales was in a heavy mood and silent.

Mallos said nothing, his expression remained indifferent.

The guests in the hall gradually flowed, many people crowded and bowed to Taylor, but more people lingered and seemed to want to be nostalgic for a while.

For example, Seven Stars.

"It's very clever. Your Highness is indeed the proud disciple of Count Cassow."

This is Baron Shituo of the Seven Stars of the Bright Star. He always has a gloomy face, somehow thinking.

"The villain is so treacherous, so arrogant," the old Viscount Patterson said silently:

"Her Royal Highness, you must be aggressive and forward-looking, otherwise such sneaky schemes will only become more frightening."

The farewell of Viscount Adrian is simple and clear:

"This is not a trivial matter, Your Highness takes care."

"His Royal Highness, the Doyle family has nothing to report ... only ..."

This is the wailing old baron, but long before he started the speech, he was dragged away by the discerning D.D. Before he left, he also pleaded guilty to Taylor.

"His Royal Highness, you are deeply rooted in the righteousness for your subordinates," Mrs. Eleanor led her son Luther and said goodbye softly:

"Benevolent Lord, there will be blessings."

Faced with them, Thales was expressionless and nodded at most.

Until Val Yalund came to him in shackles, escorted by the guards.

"You're going to be troublesome, kid," Duke Allend murmured, staring at Taylor with interest:

"A lot of trouble, big trouble."

When Thales suddenly moved, he slowly looked up, staring at the other side:

"Older than you?"

Varyan raised his eyebrows, smiled, and didn't say anything, so he told the escort:

"Come on, I miss my deluxe single room."

After Vaal left, Lotano Glover, one of the Seven Waitresses, came to him:

"The ills of Jinghe and Crow Town, Your Highness, is by no means a tiring moment, nor is it an example of one place. It will involve many parties. Please pay attention when you handle it."

Tyers nodded, his heart sullen.

Viscount Lotsano gave a slight pause, and he glanced at Glover, who coordinated the work on the other side.

"My brother, Jia Lun, he has a temperamental nature, is very quiet, and often sleeps and forgets to work, he doesn't know how to rest, and rarely goes home."

"Please release him regularly to take a vacation to better serve the royal family."

Thiels' eyes moved slightly:

"I will."

Lossano nodded and bowed.

"That's it?"

Tyers turned his head, and Gustave Nantrist blinked his one eye and looked at the prince in disapproval.

"No," Taylor said lightly, struggling not to think about a haze deep in his heart:

"This is just the beginning."

Gustad snorted.

"I'll be back in Junlin City soon."

The Duke of Cliffs drew his lips: "Tonight, the gifts I brought to you contain some of the cliff's unique stones. Find some trustworthy people and keep them safe."

Thiels frowned doubtfully:

"why?"

"Because they are military crow orienteering stones," Gustad said indifferently:

"Connected are several military love letter crows that have not been filed at the Post Station and are not even known to the secret department."

Tyers exhaled:

"Why didn't you just say?"

Gustad shook his head softly:

"Because then, your banquet has not yet begun."

He glanced at Mallorce, who was not far away:

"Because then, you don't need it."

Thales froze.

But the Cyclops left, no longer attached.

The silhouette hurried, saying goodbye, and Taylor was tired and indifferent, watching the end of today's "beautiful face" banquet.

Until he saw one of them.

Tyers took a deep breath, remembering everything tonight.

He smiled.

In the noise of the guest, Taylor raised his head and shouted at the figure who was about to leave:

"Dear Jon!"

The hall was quiet again, and many stopped to look at this side.

In the crowd, the approachable Duke of Iris turned back.

"His Royal Highness?"

Etiquette and grace.

Thiels looked at him and suddenly said:

"You forgot something."

Jen suddenly suddenly:

"Stuff? I don't know ..."

But the next moment, his face changed.

Because Taylor looked back and did not hesitate to pull back the dagger in the table!

When 啷!

The metal short sword flew over a few meters and smashed on the stone ground, the sound was endless.

It attracted others to dodge.

"The sword you brought," Thales said indifferently in front of everyone:

"Don't you take it back?"

As soon as this word was spoken, everyone changed colors and was shocked!

The hall was completely quiet.

Jon's eyes narrowed, and he looked at him in surprise.

Between the hurried shadows of countless people, Thiers and Jane met their eyes across the crowd without any hindrance.

Soon, Jon's eyes faded, leaving him cold.

Contrast with Thales.

Like a tacit understanding, after a while of fear and horror, the remaining guests scrambled and hurried away in batches, even Vogel was no exception.

As if there was a plague in the ballroom at this time.

After a while, the guests in the hall left almost.

Majoros frowned, waving his equally surprised royal guards and servants to leave, and he backed up silently.

Jon groaned for a few seconds, and then turned around, backing away from his old housekeeper.

"You know, for the last six years,"

Thiels chuckled:

"Did you learn anything from Longxiao City, Yankees?"

Duke Jayne frowned slightly.

He didn't speak, only his expression became more serious, and he couldn't see the elegance and calmness.

In the empty hall, Thales whispered softly, his tone gradually extinguished:

"You **** them."

Thiels stared at Jane with a sharp look:

"They will **** you back."

In a messy banquet hall, the voice of the Duke of Xinghu echoed in every corner with heartbreaking coldness:

"Only heavier."

"It's harder."

"It hurts more."

All of a sudden, the banquet hall entered a suffocating silence.

Only two people facing each other faced the air with their eyes as swords.

Until Jen sighed and grinned.

"How did you find out?"

Taylor didn't speak.

He frowned, stepped back, and sat down in a chair, staring at the dagger, unconscious.

"You told me," the prince hissed.

"Is that so?" Zhan laughed more and more happily:

"When?"

A few seconds later, Tyers looked up and looked back at Jane, straightly:

"right now."

After watching the epidemic news for a day, I felt that the nerve was overloaded, the threshold reached the limit, and it was about to blow out.

Still writing happier.

What happened in the Six Dynasties was only a private matter of the portal.

(End of this chapter)