The king had had enough wine, dropped the glass, and moved his joints.

"Little brat," he snorted at Perfit on the ground, "do you have the guts to mention the war twelve years ago?"

"How much do you know about the tragedy and bloodshed twelve years ago?" King Nunn stared at his prey that had lost both arms with disdain: "You are just an heir to a lord held in the palm of your hand. Your grandfather

We will only keep you in the safest main camp, and we won’t even let you transport the baggage..."

In Thales's eyes, the young Grand Duke's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, staring blankly in front of his sight.

It was as if he had even forgotten the severe pain in his arms.

"But maybe your grandfather is right, let people like you carry supplies and baggage, just in case you encounter Horace Brightstar who sneaks around to attack the supplies..." At this point, King Nun's face darkened.

: "If he x, there won't be so much nonsense later."

A few seconds later, Perfit, who was pinned to the ground, let out an unknown laugh.

"And those so-called shocks you received in the war... bullshit." King Nunn suppressed his anger until he could no longer suppress it: "Without Dragon Sky City and without Walton, you are nothing!"

He released his foot and stepped on the opponent's foot, then gave Perfitt a hard kick in the stomach!

Thales frowned: he thought of the years in the abandoned house, the days when he was punched and kicked from time to time.

After receiving the kick, Perfit curled up and groaned in pain.

"And you shouldn't go after Morar!" King Nun lowered his head and growled with a painful expression: "He thinks you are his friend!"

"Despicable traitor! Hypocritical coward!"

The angry King Nun kicked Perfit hard in the chest again.

"Boom!" The muffled sound was clearly audible.

Perfit shrank again, coughing under the heavy blow.

Perfit's cough gradually subsided, and then his curled up body stretched again.

The two folded arms looked extremely ferocious.

The Grand Duke gave a sly laugh that sounded like he was crying.

"Hahaha..." Perfit suppressed his laughter, but in Thales's ears, this laughter sounded so sad and tragic.

King Nun's expression became increasingly sinister. He looked at his enemy, grinding his teeth with a terrifying expression.

The young archduke suddenly stopped laughing, raised his head, and looked at King Nun with anger in his eyes.

"Yes, I did it," Perfit stared at the old king fiercely and gasped: "Moral, he told me only one of his secret missions - to visit the stars and rebuild the peace treaty.

!What an honor..."

"You admit it?" King Nuen's face was solemn, and his eyes were burning with hatred and pain: "Only when you are facing death, you have the courage to do it, right?"

"Yes, I don't have to put any effort at all to use his trust in me to defraud him of information about his mission to the stars." Perfit responded to the king with a sarcastic smile: "Including his itinerary, arrangements, plans and even missions

Regiment Attaché…”

King Nun's combat boots kicked Perfitt hard on the abdomen again.

Perfit rolled in pain and left King Nun's side.

"Just because you think you are being treated unfairly?" King Nuen sneered, his voice suddenly rising: "Just kill my son and betray your friends!"

"The so-called status of Fengzhao City... is just you trying to find reasons for your selfishness and indifference! Even your own father can... there is nothing a guy like you can't do!"

Perfit groaned lowly under the severe pain of his broken arms, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. However, after hearing the king's words, he still pulled up his head on the ground with difficulty and chuckled.

"Unfair?" Perfit's laughter was weird and crazy: "Oh my god, you, you really... you really can't even blush... you are worthy of being our natural king...

Unfair? Hahaha..."

The next moment, Perfitt's expression changed and he turned his eyes to the four Grand Dukes:

"Stop pretending! You guys!"

The words of the young archduke were full of anger:

"Olesio, Trudida, Ronny, Lecco... Do you people dare to swear to your ancestors that you have no gratitude or joy for everything I have done? Dare you pat your chest and say,

Don’t you feel a little bit thankful and happy about Moral’s death and Walton’s loss of power and decline?”

The princes chose to remain silent in response, and even the most cunning Trudida stopped speaking at this moment.

Thales felt that the atmosphere in the hall had become tense, as if the scope of the duel had expanded beyond the two of them.

King Nun said nothing. He slowly walked towards Perfit step by step.

Perfit gasped, threw his shoulders away, and slithered along the ground with difficulty.

While Thales looked at the Archduke struggling on the ground, he felt no relief at all that the truth had been revealed and the great revenge had been avenged.

Only an unspeakable sadness remains.

"Ten Grand Dukes," Perfit gritted his teeth and crawled with difficulty as he said, "The ten Grand Dukes... after you die... will choose the king fairly and impartially, right?"

King Nuen suddenly stopped.

Perfit turned his back to King Nun, crawled to the center of the hall, tried his best to turn over, faced King Nun, and said with hatred:

"Southern side... you have promised to Reconstruction Tower a long time ago that you will arbitrate for Trudida and obtain the disputed territory bordering Elk City in exchange for his support."

"You hold in your hand little Olesiu, who fled to Longxiao City after failing in the fight for the throne, and you hold the bargaining chip to intervene in the inheritance of the Weiland Territory, so that even if Grand Duke Olesiu is dissatisfied, he dares to be angry and dare not speak out."

"Since your father, you have relied on the position of Longxiao City to forcibly reroute the trade route to the Northeast Glacier Sea, threatening the Camalun family to cut it off unless they choose you as their king."

"Of course, there are also us - the Perfitt family that you and your father brought to power, the hounds that you have tamed, and Fengzhao City that will obey you just by whistling."

King Nun frowned deeply.

The hall was filled with whispers.

Thales also had doubts in his heart.

Perfit continued his angry and painful words:

"To the north, the bald old Lecco who is guarding the city will only remain neutral and choose the family that will surely win at the most critical moment."

"In the far north, the Schuster family in the Sentinel Territory has always chosen whoever supports them to resist the orcs as their king."

Perfit stood up from his knees on the ground. He straightened his upper body, turned his head sharply, and looked at King Nunn with a cold expression, and said in a sad voice:

"In the next king-selection meeting, you and your Walton family have already made arrangements for four of the votes... and with these votes, the two people in the north are destined to choose you!"

King Nun's face turned blue, and his clenched fists crackled.

"In the future King Selection Meeting, we so-called Grand Dukes will have no chance at all!"

"unfair?"

"This is the real injustice!" Perfit roared in a low voice, and the words he said made everyone in the hall feel cold:

"Decades ago, your grandfather made arrangements for the king's selection and your father's coronation before he died..."

"Since then, under the guise of fair competition and open king selection, you have secretly used all kinds of disgusting methods to manipulate everything!"

"Pushing the appointed person to the forefront and suppressing all discord and opponents. Our king selection is just a formality to put the person who has been appointed by him on the throne!"

King Nun strode forward.

Thales sighed secretly in his heart: Is this the truth about King Selection?

He recalled what Putilai had told him about the history of the establishment of the Eccles electorate.

Those archdukes who have been fighting tit-for-tat since Nekaru's death.

Perfit had an expression of disgust and disgust on his face, looking directly at his livid opponent face to face.

"Since then, the 'Grand Duke Walton of Longxiao City' has disappeared, and there is only 'His Majesty Walton of Exeter'!"

"Bah!" He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to crush the Nunn King in front of him: "Don't you know why we call you the 'Born King'?"

"It's not because of how talented and powerful you are..."

"But since you were born, you were destined to be the co-king of Exeter!"

"Fucking born king!"

"What disgusts me the most is that you still have the nerve to proudly claim that Exeter implements a co-governing king-selection system?"

Perfit's face dragged across the cold floor tiles, and his emotions began to lose control: "Under Walton's suppression, what is the difference between us and the decadent hereditary royal family of the stars, and the tyrant system of the empire-sooner or later we

One day, a lunatic like Eddy II of the Stars will appear and drag his entire country to hell!"

Hearing this familiar name, Thales felt a chill in his heart.

That's his grandfather.

Dragging his entire country... to hell?

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder - it was Putilai behind him.

Thales exhaled through his nose with difficulty and turned his attention back to the scene.

King Nun stepped forward with cold eyes and stumbled mercilessly.

"Boom!"

The young archduke, whose arms were useless and could not even control his balance, was swept to the ground again.
To be continued...