Chapter 554

In the empty banquet hall, Thales and Jane faced far away.

There were sparse figures in the distance, and the guards and servants were still presenting disturbed guests away, and from time to time they looked cautiously and in awe.

"right now?"

Jayne's surprised look lasted just a second, and good cultivation made him look down.

The Duke of Iris was silent and ignored the nervous eyes of a few people in the distance. He just slowly walked across the land and walked towards Taylor.

Tyers stared at each other coldly.

Until Jen stopped, he stood before the short sword.

"So you just blind cat met dead mouse, scammed, luck?"

Kevin Deere's master looked at the dagger on the ground, not panic, smiling.

He was content with himself, without any conspiracy being uncovered, and with the kind of disorientation and consciousness that had been pierced-just like when the country was in a conference six years ago, when Taylor broke through the "nova" plan.

This disturbed Taylor.

"I got it out of his mouth," Taylor said without changing his face:

"This sword was indeed given to him by a guest, not other unknown channels."

The prince glanced at several exits:

"Unfortunately, the banquet is secure tonight."

"There are not many guests who can enter without having to search closely."

Jayne was not unhurried and happily spoke:

"Why do you think it's me?"

He seemed very interested, and if he didn't know it, he might have thought that the two dukes were talking about some fun after dinner.

Not thrilling political conspiracy.

Taylor frowned slightly.

The young man suddenly found that compared with the young and promising Duke of the South Bank who stayed in his impression six years ago, Jen's momentum has now converged a lot and his body is much stronger.

The other party is different.

Thiels told himself silently.

He was a little lighter and brighter, a little more gloomy and steady.

There was a thought flashed in Thales's head: The experience in the Northland might make him harder, sharper and more capable.

Those six years in the stars.

What makes Jon again?

"We talked."

Thiers faintly maintained the city and decent of the Duke of Star Lake:

"Before the banquet begins."

Jon's eyes moved.

"But halfway through the banquet, you just rushed up to talk and talked about the political gains and losses."

Thiels looked straight into each other's eyes:

"Or be honest ..."

"Nothing to say."

A brief silence.

Thiels looked at the pillars in the distance, and looked at the shadowy servants to collect the end of the banquet:

"I know you're good, Jane, and I know you're thick-skinned."

"But it's not good enough for this."

Jen nodded slowly, his lips raised, as if he was tasting a glass of wine:

"It can't be that I really want to chat with you ..."

Thiels interrupted him coldly:

"You noticed."

Jon's eyes were frozen.

"You notice that the Royal Guard is moving frequently to strengthen protection: you realize that someone was unexpected and found Anke's presence in advance."

Looking at the dagger lying on the ground lonely, the teenager moved forward:

"You can't sit still."

"You need to hold me back to make sure that the plan goes smoothly and that even after the King leaves, Anker's goal is still present."

"This is your biggest flaw."

Jayne didn't speak.

"And in my experience, every time you make a false impression of goodness, bad things come."

Tyers stopped in front of the dagger and looked directly at the Duke of the Iris opposite, calling his name:

"Jane Kevin Deere."

Old friend.

Teres said silently.

Jon smiled, not caring.

"Your suspicion is so serious, Your Highness."

"Maybe when you were still in the north, weren't you harmed by various calculations?"

Calculation, harm.

Tyers waved his mind Nun and Charman, and even the image of the Black Prophet, chuckled:

"And maybe you didn't realize, Jen, tonight, you mentioned the topic when you had nothing to say ..."

"Kings and vassals? Land and security? Rule and resistance?"

Ironic irony:

"The words reflect the thinking."

Jon smiled slightly.

"I think before today, you have probably been troubled for a long time by things like Crow Town and Jinghe, the grievances between Bailar and Doyle, and how to take advantage of opportunities to profit from them."

Tyers didn't look at Jon's expression, he looked around, watching the countless tables, chairs, cups and plates broken by Anke's big banquet, and he uttered a whisper:

"And all of this endangered the prestige of the Fuxing Palace, separated the seven stars from the stars, provoked the aristocratic conflict, and exposed the contradictions of governance ..."

"Just to trouble me?"

In the distant hall, Glover and Piroga, who had sent away the last guests, were about to enter, but were stopped by Mallos.

The watchman looked at the two facing each other in the hall and shook his head.

The lights are still bright, and the Mindice Hall is still quaint, but compared to the former gate, if the city is very lively, the banquet hall at this time is silent and empty.

There was only Taylor and Jane in the middle of the hall. They stood opposite each other and looked at each other quietly.

The only dagger with a sharp blade on the ground lay across them.

After a long time, Jen walked to the long table aside, picked up the wine glass left by the housekeeper, and poured a glass of famous Sera wine:

"Like most Xihuang people, Anke Bailar is both realistic and pragmatic, not a person who can easily shake his words."

Tyers frowned as he watched his move.

Jahn raised his glass and leaned back against the long table.

"How can you be sure that he will give up concession?"

He looked at Taylor carefully, as if to fit the boy in front of him with the boy from six years ago:

"Don't let everything out in anger, the jade burns, and blood splashes on the spot?"

Anke Bailar.

Tyers tilted his head, and the shadow flashed across his face.

"It's the same as yours," he said quietly.

Jahn shook his wine glass and sniffed the wine:

"Oh? Why?"

Tyers looked at the wine glass in his opponent's hands, only to feel thirsty.

"He was a human before he became a pawn."

"He is a human, a very complicated and simple person."

The Duke of Xinghu came to another long table, swept away the obstructing debris, and picked up a wine glass.

He didn't care who had been drunk before, and flung directly behind him, spilling the remaining liquid in it.

The wine fell to the ground, and a few drops splashed on Jane's boots, which frowned the owner of the iris who was savouring the aroma of fruit wine.

Taylor lifted a pot of clear water, leaning back on the long table, and turned back.

"No matter what a man instigates, where he is influenced, what he is surrounded by, all his thoughts and actions, in the final analysis, originate from himself."

Jahn left calmly:

"Did you know him before?"

"No," Taylor filled the glass. "But the information said that Anker also has a younger brother and three younger sisters, all of whom are young and live in Crow Town."

Taylor's eyes were frozen in the wine glass.

"I was thinking, what would he do if he avenged his father?"

Jon looked at him, and raised his lips.

Boom.

Taylor replayed the kettle.

"Single-handed horses, rushing to the palace to express love, hate the enemy, and hate for his father."

"It's very prideful to hear this, and soon to be."

Thiels groaned, looking at his reflection in the glass:

"But in reality, nothing like this can be solved: the royal family will not tolerate assassination, and his behavior will only be regarded as a crime of contempt for order.

"As Bailar's family, they are already in dismay, they will only usher in the disaster."

Jon smiled more subtlely.

And Thales' eyes gradually condensed into ice:

"But when I thought of him dueling Doyle, I knew it."

"Anke didn't mean to kill, or even to be fair, and maybe he wanted revenge.

Tyres looked up suddenly.

"His father's huge debt, vassal of the vassal, Doyle's plan ... Under these three heavy pressures, he has little experience and has nothing to do. He just wants to secure the last guarantee for his family: to win public sympathy, Force the royal family to come forward to ensure that his family survives this calamity safely, without bankruptcy and land loss, and his family destroyed. "

Jon still calmly tasted the wine by smell, but didn't enter.

The prince's tone was tense:

"He took risks, did not seek revenge or even justice, but just wanted to fight for the future."

"And in order not to stay afflicted, complete this goal perfectly ..."

Tyles gritted his teeth.

"He must die." Jane looked up and took the words coldly.

With a stun in his spirit, Taylor suddenly remembered the expression of D.D's decisive attitude towards him and the duel in the end.

The voice of the Duke Iris fluttered in the hall, but mysteriously:

"He can only make excuses for revenge and justice that can't be justified, and take all his efforts to use his death to take away all the blame and disgust."

"It's better to die bright and upright, fascinating, dramatic and legendary."

"Like a heroic hero."

"Become a perfect victim without blame and perfection, leaving nostalgia and sympathy behind you."

Jon watched Taylor's expression and played with the taste:

"Only in this way can the cruel and selfish and hypocritical onlookers be relieved and release their poor empathy."

"In order to make the royal family and the kingdom have to be under pressure, after this sad story, there is no alternative but to take care of his troubled family and not to ruin it."

The water in Taylor's glass tumbled slightly.

It's like the sea surface.

"Ank Bailar."

Thiels expressionless:

"He's not one of those legendary stories that everyone likes. He was just a selfish hero who just died in a rage and ignored the lonely cry behind him."

"It's not something I can't think of for a while. For the sake of **** ideas, my mind is hot and the jade is burning."

Jen looked at him silently, his glass still calm.

The prince slowly looked up, his eyes were dead:

"He's just a run-down squire in the wild, with family, brothers and sisters."

"Shoulder the responsibility and bear the humiliation in a difficult life."

"One who is under power and working hard to support his family and seek a glimpse of life for his loved ones ..."

Thales' breathing was quick:

"Ordinary people."

That's why Anker conceded.

Thiels thought bitterly.

He must give in.

Because he is not alone.

Live not just for yourself.

Thinking of this, Thales couldn't help the anger in his heart and raised the volume:

"And you, Kevin Deere, you take advantage of this, take advantage of his humanity, take advantage of what he was born to be, the most fundamental and most concerned.

"Turn him into your pawn."

Tyres cold:

"Come against me."

Zhan En looked at him quietly, and only a long time ago, she smiled.

Like spring weather and rain.

"Are not you?"

Taylor trembled slightly.

Jen shakes the glass slightly, watching the liquid in the glass rotate orderly and smoothly in one direction:

"Don't you take advantage of this too, it seems to 'persuade' him, but actually persecute him?"

Jon's smile turned cold.

Taylor's glass trembled.

"Not long ago, when Bailar came to me," Jane said casually:

"I saw a poor, scarred, desperate man who wanted to ask for help from the well-known and approachable Iris family."

The Duke of Iris flashed in the eyes:

"He needs hope."

"So I gave him hope."

Jon paused and raised an eyebrow:

"Perhaps, there is relief under the weight."

"I told him that he had to rely on one person to turn the fate of his family."

"A returning man with a god-given aura, and a king who is seated here, and the kings of North Korea, are very different 'new people.'"

Tyers gritted his teeth, staring at the clear water in his glass back and forth.

Jen left the long table, walked forward, and approached Taylor, with a tone of pride:

"Until you are duel."

"Until you use power to annihilate this hope: whether the duel is victory or defeat, whether it is life or death, whether killing the prince or never reversing, his family will be lost."

Thiels shuddered and closed his eyes.

Kevin Deer's owner grunted:

"You use his humanity to force him to abandon the duel, and even force him to survive. Wherever he goes, even the mercy of death will not be given."

"Just more cruel than me."

Taylor was speechless.

The Duke of the South Bank took a leisurely step across the dagger on the ground.

"Do you know what future he will face after going out alive tonight?"

Tyler's breathing stopped.

Kevin Deere came to Taylor and smiled mysteriously, shaking his glass:

"Now, who is the ruthless person, His Royal Highness?"

Thiers was silent for a long, long time.

He just looked at his glass.

Looking at the water in the glass, from rolling endlessly to falling over the river, and then returning to silence.

Just as Jon let out a smile and was about to turn around.

"Aren't you going to drink?"

Jon frowned.

Seeing that Tyers looked up, his expression was indifferent, looking at the wine glass in the other's hand.

Maybe a little stunned, but the Duke of the South Bank looked at the wine in his hand and still responded happily:

"In terms of aroma, it is worse than that imported from Emerald City," Zhan shook her head, shaking the glass with pity, "but if you want to drink ..."

"No, not my favorite taste."

Taylor said nothing, just hummed.

But the next moment, he suddenly raised his glass and poured water into the glass.

Drink it all.

After drinking the water, the Duke of Xinghu relieved his dry tongue, and he did not forego his bad image or indecent manner.

The water droplets splashed and saw Jane silently back away.

But Taylors got up and left the long table!

"why?"

Thales strode forward and asked coldly:

"Just because I didn't agree to your terms? I fell in love with you in a whisper?"

Jahn stood still, but he frowned and found out: Tyers pushed all the way and rushed at him.

"Or have you made up your mind to rip your face off with me, endlessly?"

Tyres pushed all the way to Jane, until they were within a foot of each other, leaving a dagger short of light on the ground.

The two eyes met, with sparks.

Jon stared at Tyers tightly, his carefree expression slowly disappearing.

"This is a warning."

Thiels hummed:

"caveat?"

Jon raised his corner of his mouth and called his name:

"I came to you on purpose at the banquet."

"Tyls."

"To be honest, I'm not afraid you found me, no, I'd rather say I want to be found by you,"

Tyers frowned.

"It's not just creating opportunities for Bailar," Jane sneered:

"Tiers, this is your last chance."

Jen lowered his glass and stayed indifferently close to the depressed Tyles:

"Byral's actions are spontaneous. What I have done is not a clear way. I push gently and go to the next move.

"But that's all, you can't stand it anymore, it's terrible."

He was close to Taylor's ear, whispering like a lover, but with a deep cold:

"Can you imagine a scene when the chess game gets serious?"

Taylor didn't answer, just squeezed his glass.

"I want you to know, Taylor, I want to teach you: this is my response."

Rarely, the Duke of the South Bank said:

"As a response to offending me, rejecting me, and even threatening me six years later."

Taylor was stiff.

The other's breath left Taylor's ear.

In front of him, the young duke of iris regained kindness and kindness.

But just a few seconds later, Tyers took a deep breath.

He laughed lightly.

"Me? Refuse you?"

Taylor's expression changed. He looked at Jon from head to toe.

Make the latter unhappy.

Until the prince said lightly and ironically:

"Sorry, I don't know you like men yet."

"Dear Jon."

At that moment, Jen's eyes were cold.

But Taylors didn't care. He even raised his left hand and gently put on Jen's right shoulder, which was also close to the other's ear and shook his head with a snoring sound:

"Otherwise, maybe when I just rejected you, could I be a gentler gentleman?"

Jon stopped laughing.

He didn't move, didn't look at the hand on his shoulder, just stared at Tyres coldly.

"If you choose war, Taylor, you must be my enemy."

"The move is just the beginning."

Jon looked at Tyres as if looking at a corpse:

"Prince of the stars? Duke of the Xinghu? The blessing of the kingship? Good reputation? The loyalty of the courtier? The resume of the Northland? A clear position?"

He asked coldly, without any ups and downs.

The next moment, Jane suddenly raised his left hand, holding on to his left hand!

"I can destroy them," every word of the Duke of Iris contained viciousness:

"One by one."

Feeling the opponent's wrists were straining, Tyls pursed his lips.

"Here, on the board I know, I can make you die."

At that moment, the sharp eyes of Jane could cut through flesh and pierce the heart:

"It's really time to tear my face, even if I sacrifice everything, I can make you, and I will certainly make you pay the worst price."

The Duke of the South Bank murmured and removed Taylor's palm.

But to his surprise, instead of letting go, the silent prince swiftly grasped and clasped Jen's wrist!

Jon's eyes were frozen.

But making him dissatisfied and even disgusted was not the act itself.

"Is it because of that conversation?"

Taylor's words sounded softly.

"Six years ago, when I was leaving Yongxingcheng north, our parting conversation."

six years ago.

Leaving Yongxing City ...

conversation.

One second, two seconds.

Jon's gaze was bewildered first, then he fell into the deep cold and fainted with anger.

"Because I asked your family, your family?"

The words of Taylor sounded faintly, as if the poison had flowed into a blood vessel, into Jane's ear:

"Unfortunate secrets with them?"

Any expression instantly disappeared from Jon's face.

At that moment, the guilty **** of Tyler's body erupted for no reason!

It almost made him sick.

At that instant, Taylor knew he was right.

This is it.

Thiels restrained the impulse to end, looking back at the Duke of the South Bank, biting out the words from his teeth:

"Look?"

"In a way, you're not much different from Anker."

There was a rebellion trying to break free from Taylor's hand, but he still grabbed Jen's wrist firmly and never let go-at least not to let the elegant counterparts break free gracefully.

"And you ask, who is the ruthless person?"

Thiels stared at Jane, staring at him with a blank expression, as if a **** face:

"It's up to you."

"Jane Kevin Deere."

silence.

The deadly silence emanated from the eyes of the two men, who looked at each other as if nothing had happened.

In the hall, the atmosphere between the two finally dropped to freezing point.

Outside, the royal guards waiting for the Duke's negotiations seemed to feel something, and wanted to come forward, but was stopped by Mallos.

Finally, Jen turned his head, avoiding Tyers' sight, and stopped trying to break away from the prince.

But he smiled.

"do you know."

"From 'Black Eye' John, to 'Southernman' Hyman, 'Ascension King' Elland, 'Oathkeeper' Midir, 'Northerner' Elijah ..." There is more than one skill, but the cold light that he couldn't add in his eyes tells the truth:

"Historically, there have been many kings of the stars who have taught Exeter."

"And you know, what have I learned about how to deal with Northlanders?"

Tyler frowned.

Instead of pushing Tyres outward, Jen pulled him closer, whispering softly:

"Before they want to **** you ..."

"Just **** them."

Taylor looked cold.

"Don't learn to talk to me."

But Jen smiled slightly.

"Do you think that if you have survived the natural king, you are qualified to be complacent. Will you do what you want?"

"North Star? Hehehehe ..."

The owner of the iris softly said:

"Trust me, if you want to imitate the play of Nunn VII in the Kingdom of Stars, you will only die faster and worse, somehow."

Thiels was cold inside.

This appearance of Jahn is often more disturbing than that of the indignant Southbank Duke.

The next moment, Taylor shuddered his wrist and was shaken off by Jen!

"Take care of your hands, Your Highness."

The Duke of Iris has a smile, and if the spring is full of joy, the grass is fragrant:

"As I said, times have changed."

"No better than before."

Thiers kept silent.

His threat ...

Doesn't work.

or……

Too effective?

Jen stepped back, sweeping his shoulders indifferently, as if stained there:

"You don't want to be **** by me, Your Highness."

"Before you meet a real enemy."

Tyler's face changed.

He slowly raised his head.

"I see the enemy. So far, you are the only one."

Jahn seemed to laugh unconsciously.

"It's a matter of learning how to choose friends and foes, Your Highness."

"The prosperous kingdom of the Star Kingdom is peaceful, and the prospects are good," his smile remained, but his words became more subtle: "All you can see are friends."

"The enemy is what you don't see."

Jen took the wine glass in his hand, the liquid in the glass was still there, and its color was new.

"It is better to die than to die because of friendship."

He smiled softly, and immediately released his finger.

Taylor's pupils condense.

Snapped!

The wine glass fell to the ground, shattered and shattered.

Each piece of light will reflect the lights in the hall to a different kind of light and shadow.

No longer nostalgic, Jen turned away.

"That's my property."

Tyers was behind him, watching the debris on the ground and speaking coldly.

"Yes," Jon didn't look back:

"So you feel heartache."

Tyler frowned.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Watching the other party go further and further, Taylor couldn't help but yell:

"In Yongxing City, the blatant provocation of the royal authority, the alienated Canxing and its vassals, the relationship between Fuxing Palace and Xihuang, and the heirs of the kingdom are endangered.

"Still, you're still dying in the royal family of Canstar. What's your idea of ​​being crowned?"

Tyers stared at the opponent's back and lowered his voice:

"My father won't be happy."

Jon sneered.

"This happened, and you may be busy tomorrow."

He still didn't look back, leaving only his back to Taylor, and answered loudly:

"But if you have time, you might as well visit Bailar in prison."

Thales froze.

"Trust me, Your Majesty will be happy."

Jahn's voice got farther and farther, echoing:

"Unhappy, maybe you are the only one."

Tells's heart moved:

"why?"

"Because I said, this is just a warning."

Jane's steps are elegant and elegant, and her posture is calm and noble:

"So I left you something unexpected."

Taylor was puzzled.

"Be smart, Your Highness, be more secure."

The voice of the Duke of the South Bank gradually faded:

"I said, and next time, it's time to declare war."

what?

Declare war?

Thiels looked at each other in disbelief, unhappy, angry, disgusted, gathered in one place.

What the **** is going on with this damn, superior sensational sex?

Next time?

Does he still think that it was Taylor who offended him tonight?

Thiels was so angry that he didn't know if he should be angry or ridicule.

Jon's figure went away, left the hall, and merged with his butler.

"ended?"

Majoros's pace came from behind him.

Thiels sighed.

Do not.

It's just started.

Thinking of the ordeal experienced today, and what we will face tomorrow ...

This is the first day, the first banquet.

Forcing himself to pretend to be a human (forced) Taylor for a long time, he exhaled, and sat down tiredly on the chair, not in his heart:

"I still don't understand why he hates me so much."

Tyers snorted, looking at the broken glass **** on the ground, and became more and more unhappy.

But with his arms stretched to half, the Duke of Xinghu, who has a big career and a wealthy family, still took a few deep breaths, and thoughtfully ... put the cup back on the table.

"It's as if I harmed his family." Taylor was unhappy.

Mallory came behind him and nodded silently:

"Are you scourge then?"

The prince turned his head and gave him a white look.

"I asked Doyle to change shifts in advance, and he had to go back to settle his family."

"Of course, tomorrow ..."

tomorrow.

Oh no.

Tyers covered his face and let out a painful moan, interrupting the guard captain.

"By the way, Majoros."

The watchman appeared to listen.

"Your temporary sniper squad," Taylor looked up weakly:

"They haven't changed shifts yet?"

Majoros glanced around:

"No. Why?"

Since there is no shift ...

Tyers snorted and glanced in the direction of the Duke of the South Bank.

His face was shady and his words were cold:

"Then if I command them to stealthily sneak in, kill Jon Kevin Deere ..."

"No," Majoros answered quickly.

Taylor frowned:

"why?"

"Because," Mallos turned back, clear and light, without shame:

"They changed shifts."

(End of this chapter)