It appeared together with the name of the Sarriton family in the tragedy of the Year of Blood.
The direct murderer of the Bright Star royal family.
He thought of the small stone urns in the Bright Star Tomb in the Fuxing Palace, from the eldest son of the king, Midir, to Horace, to the twin princes Bancroft and Heyman.
and the youngest princess, Constance Brightstar.
But, Shadow Shield - Thales looked at Perfit in disbelief - assassinate me?
how come……
His thoughts were quickly interrupted.
"enough."
King Nun's voice sounded in the hall.
"As long as I stay in Longxiao City," the king said with a gloomy face, he threw Perfit down: "I will not allow such a despicable thing to happen again."
"Humph," Perfit chuckled, biting out a word from between his teeth: "Tyrant."
King Nun narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy who was unable to fight back.
"End it all," Perfitt raised his lips with a cold expression, "I will be under the prison river and watch how your family is destroyed!"
"Finish it!"
King Nun clenched his fists gently and was silent for several seconds.
There were complicated emotions in his eyes.
Finally, King Nun closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose.
"The duel is not over yet, but I can give you a chance." Under everyone's gaze, the old king opened his eyes and said calmly:
"Now open your mouth and admit defeat to me, then fully admit your crimes and confess your conspiracy with Lombard."
"You can still earn your own life."
Perfit was completely stunned.
What.
What?
"But you will spend the rest of your life in prison...your brother will inherit Fengzhao City, and Perfit will still rule that land."
"Except for you, Fengzhao City will not be punished," the old king said with sharp eyes, "How about it."
Everyone in the hall was stunned.
Perfit looked at the king blankly.
"I killed your last son." He said in a daze.
"Yes," King Nuen's eyes darkened, "You killed my son."
Perfit's eyes gradually changed when he looked at the king.
Thales saw struggle and pain.
The young Grand Duke lowered his head and breathed rapidly.
Thales was thinking about the choice given by the king. At this moment, Putilai whispered in his ear: "If he agrees, if Fengzhao City still wants to rule stably in the future, it must not compete with him.
Walton is the enemy.”
Thales nodded suddenly.
Nicolai next to him snorted coldly.
After a few seconds, Perfit slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his desolate face: "Really?"
"Yes," King Nuen said calmly: "As long as you say that word, you can continue to breathe the air of the North."
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
But not long after, Perfit, who was lying on the ground, stopped smiling.
His face was as cold as ice, his eyes were like iron, and his expression seemed to be covered with cold snow that could not be melted away for thousands of years.
The young Grand Duke looked directly into the King's eyes.
Perfit gritted his teeth, but said another word decisively:
"no way."
Thales shook his head.
"This is the Northland," Nicolai whispered from behind Thales: "It is also a shame to be forgiven by the enemy."
King Nun sighed.
But he immediately raised his head and showed a gentle smile to Perfit:
"Good boy."
The old king smiled with a complicated expression.
Suddenly, Perfitt kicked off his left leg, jerked up from the ground, and roared, slamming into King Nunn!
What greeted him was a gentle kick from the old king, hitting his calf bone.
"Boom!" Perfit lost his balance again and fell heavily to the ground face down.
Perfit let out a final howl of unwillingness.
King Nun slowly shook his head.
He stood up, knelt down and pressed down on Perfit's back, then stretched out his hands, grabbed Perfit's head tightly, and lifted him to a place where the four archdukes could see him.
The four grand dukes, Oresius, Trudida, Ronny, and Lecco, all stared at their king with solemn expressions.
The next moment, the co-king of Exeter, Noon Walton VII, shouted loudly in his old but heroic voice:
"Look!"
The roar echoed in the hall.
King Nun looked angrily and shouted the next sentence vigorously:
"This is Walton's enemy!"
Perfitt's face was filled with sadness, and he showed a relieved smile.
Amidst the gasps of many people, the king of the old country twisted his hands hard.
"Click!"
The crisp sound of neck bones breaking reached Thales's ears.
"Plop!" Perfit fell to the ground.
But this time, his head was facing up, staring blankly at the ceiling.
King Nun sat down on the ground, staring at the enemy's corpse expressionlessly.
No one spoke.
The only sounds left in the hall were the howling wind and snow outside the window and the popping sound of the brazier in the hall, mixed with the uneven breathing of everyone.
Dead silence lasted for several seconds.
Until a light and moving trill came from the other side of the hall:
"die……"
"It's just a long-lost return home."
Priest Holm of the Bright Moon Temple said calmly.
She folded her arms again, lowered her body, and her eyes on the veil slowly closed:
"The outcome has been decided."
"Holy Duel."
"It ended in Yan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the chief priest of Haoyue Temple turned around and left.
The Scarlet Witch smiled, turned around and followed her.
In the hall, many people finally exhaled slowly.
it's over.
Lord Michael waved his hand, and the servants and guards rushed to catch up. The doctors and healers who had been on call for a long time hurried to King Nun and bandaged the wounds on his chest and face.
The king's ministers and the four princes left the place where they were watching, with various moods and thoughts.
"I was wrong, this duel cannot be boasted about for a year," Marquis Slys sighed: "It is enough for me to boast about for a lifetime."
Nicolai glanced at him coldly, walked off the court, and began to direct the White Blade Guards to deal with the aftermath.
"It's a complicated day, dear Your Highness," Shless held up his hat and saluted Thales politely: "Excuse me, I have to go back immediately to estimate the business losses we may suffer in Fengzhao City - I hope not.
More than the reward given by His Majesty Nunn."
Thales shrugged and watched the Conmas people leave.
"What a fruitful day," Thales turned around and sarcastically said in a low voice: "We have to talk, Putilai - about the Shadow Shield."
Not only this, he also had many things, including many doubts, to ask this well-informed deputy envoy.
"I agree." Putilai nodded cautiously and solemnly.
At this moment.
"You four!" the old king's old voice came from far away: "Do you have any opinions on this duel?"
King Nuen raised his head, his gaze penetrated the crowd and fixed on the four grand dukes.
The hall became quiet again, and everyone looked at the four archdukes.
The expressions of the grand dukes varied, but Thales could feel the solemnity and vigilance beneath their faces.
After all, a colleague just died here.
"No," the king was answered by Archduke Ronnie with a cold tone. He only heard him whisper: "This is a sacred duel, legitimate revenge, fairness and justice - Perfit also confessed his crime.
.”
Trudida still had a smile on his face, Olesio said nothing, and Lecco looked away without knowing his expression.
King Nun stared at the long-haired Grand Duke for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered.
"It would be weird if there wasn't," King Nuen sneered: "Your dissatisfaction has been going on for a long time, right?"
Thales suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall was becoming tense again.
Until King Nun's next words.
"No need to worry anymore." King Nuen sighed slowly: "I will send out a message tomorrow. The Duke of Fengzhao City died gloriously in the duel. Fengzhao City will be inherited by this guy's younger brother - he should have been waiting for a long time.
Already."
The princes were slightly startled.
"There is no hope for the Walton family in the next king election," the old king said sadly, "We do not have a candidate who is both prestigious and orthodox enough."
Archduke Olesiu frowned: "Your Majesty..."
"But at least," King Nuen kept talking, interrupting Olesio, "I can do one last thing for my family and Longxiao City before I die."
He raised his head, his eyes filled with coldness.
The princes all shuddered.
"For example?" Archduke Alessio asked softly with his most cautious attitude.
King Nun smiled.
"Fight," the old king said softly: "New Year will come soon, and after next spring, I will recruit the army of Longxiao City."
Thales felt chilled when he heard this!
No way?
The four Grand Dukes also stopped breathing.
"Stars?" Archduke Alessio glanced at Thales with an unkind expression, which made him tremble with fear.
Fortunately, King Nun's next words made the prince of the stars exhale.
"No."
"I want to go for a walk in the Black Sand Territory," King Nun, who was sitting in the center of the hall under the care of a doctor, patted his thigh in a relaxed manner:
"Go and see my dear nephew, Charmaine Lombard."
The princes frowned.
Including Taylor.
"I miss him so much," the old king's eyes flashed, "I miss him so much."
Archduke Alessio and Archduke Trudida, whose territories are close to the Black Sand Territory, both frowned.
"But I don't like being alone, and I don't want to go alone," King Nun looked at the four archdukes with sharp eyes: "What do you say?"
The four princes did not speak.
Until the king's second sentence.
"After 'visiting' him, shall we discuss the matter of choosing a king?" the old king said with deep meaning.
The four archdukes looked at each other, and this time, they quickly made a decision.
"The garrison city will send out all its troops to respond. We will always stand on the side of the king." The bald Archduke Lecco was the first to sigh.
Archduke Alessio nodded solemnly: "Wellandland has no objection, and we will also send reinforcements."
"This is legitimate revenge. It is a warning to those who are secretly plotting," Grand Duke Ronny said with glaring eyes, "Qiyuan City is willing to send troops to support."
"Since you all said so, if we build the tower and don't send out troops," Trudida said angrily, "won't I not even be able to get out of Longxiao City?"
Of course - after hearing this, Thales cursed: The king takes the lead and helps you eliminate a competitor, why not?
King Nun looked at them and laughed loudly.
At this moment, Archduke Olesiu couldn't help but said: "What will happen to the Black Sands?"
"Let Charmaine's son succeed to the throne of Grand Duke?"
King Nuen stopped laughing and shook his head slightly.
"I have a candidate, and he is definitely a good candidate for the Grand Duke," he stretched his right arm that had just been bandaged: "Caslan Lombard... Charmaine's uncle, my former captain of the bodyguard."
Thales was stunned and thought of the sturdy old man in the Hero Tavern.
"I heard that he has no interest in power and position, and hates his family." Grand Duke Ronnie said lightly.
"Yes," King Nun chuckled softly: "But it's not up to him."
Several princes were slightly startled.
"Okay!" The old king pushed aside the doctor, stood up boldly, and shouted angrily: "Everyone, come up!"
"The banquet is still going on!" King Nuen looked around at the people in the room and laughed loudly: "Don't lose your interest!"
The four princes looked at each other, bowed and left one after another with different expressions.
Members of the King's Council also left one after another.
Thales noticed that when everyone else turned around, the old king's smile disappeared from his face.
"You guys should leave too!" King Nun shook his head and said to his white-blade guards: "Just stay outside the hall..."
Nun VII sighed, grabbed the wine barrel, walked to the steps to watch the battle and sat down, with a lonely look on his face: "I'll sit here alone."
Nicolai and Michael looked at each other and nodded.
Thales and Putilai looked at each other, and the two of them cautiously left with the crowd.
Tonight is long enough.
It's fulfilling enough.
At this moment, King Nunn’s voice came again:
"Tiles! My dear guest!"
Thales was shocked.
Everyone in the hall who had not yet left all looked at the Prince of Stars.
Especially some grand dukes, such as Grand Duke Lecco who looked thoughtful.
"Why don't you stay?" King Nuen patted the steps beside him with a calm expression: "I also have to thank you - let's have a drink together?"
Thales opened his mouth wide and looked at the king awkwardly.
What a joke.
After I offended a bunch of grand dukes, after you broke the neck of a grand duke, after you forced other grand dukes to send troops with you...
Want me to "have a drink" with you?
What I have to do now is to disappear quickly, keep a low profile, and return home as soon as the time is up!
You can't do this to attract hatred!
He turned around and looked at Putilai, who shook his head slightly.
"It's an honor to drink with you... However, I am only seven years old," Thales turned his head and looked at King Nunn, and said politely and coquettishly: "And I am very tired..."
However.
"Shit seven years old!"
King Nun interrupted him with a dissatisfied look and raised his glass to the second prince:
"When my father took me to drink for the first time, I was only five years old - as a future king, how could I not know how to drink?"
Thales looked dazed, ready to find another excuse.
"Or do you want to refuse King Exeter's invitation?" King Nun showed a playful look: "Even you, like the guy lying on the ground, look down on a king whose time is numbered?
"
The atmosphere in the hall became weird again.
Thales' heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He could only lower his head and sigh.
Then he turned around and took a step forward.
Under Putilai's worry, Nikolai's frown, Slys' smile, and the strange eyes of the four Grand Dukes.
The second prince of the stars walked toward King Nuen against the crowd with a slumped expression.