Several loud muffled sounds came from the banquet, and at the same time there were exclamations from the crowd.
Because he was prepared, Thales did not panic, but the moment he subconsciously stood up, Mallos next to him gave him a merciless shove!
The force was so strong that he almost suspected that his own guard captain was the assassin.
Thales fell into Glover's broad arms. Before he could react, three big men from the Star Lake Guard's guard wing—Bastia, Franzuk, and Ferry—appeared out of nowhere.
Come out and pounce on Thales!
Together with Glover, they formed a wall on all sides, suppressing the Duke of Star Lake tightly and airtight.
"Highest alert! Guard wing in place! Pioneer wing reports!"
Mallos's voice came from the gap between the four big men's flesh: "Don't worry about what happened..."
"Protect His Highness and send him to a safe area!"
So the four city walls held him up, stumbling and moving unstoppably.
Tails, who was covered with a manly body, felt that his vision was dim. Half of his face was pressed against Bastia's strong abdominal muscles, and his diaphragm was in pain due to his armor.
For a full five seconds, he could only struggle to expand his arms and create a new world between the four thick walls of human flesh:
"Here, give me some space, hey..."
And in his ears, he could only hear the commotion of the banquet getting louder and louder. From time to time, he heard the muffled sound of tables and chairs clashing, the shouts of male guests and the screams of female guests.
"Oh my God!"
"Hurry and pull them away!"
"No! Baron!"
Damn it, what happened!
Fortunately, Thales moved impatiently for less than a few meters when Deputy Guard Captain Vogel's anxious voice rang out:
"Damn it, Royal Guards, calm down!"
"That's not an assassination at all, it's far away from us..."
It is simply a life-saving sound.
Thales felt his feet stop.
"Wait a minute," Mallos's voice also sounded, "let's see again."
The next second, the light reappeared in front of Thales' eyes.
Although he was still surrounded by several guards, he finally regained the right to breathe and held Ferry's shoulders, finally standing up:
"what happens……"
Taking advantage of the higher seat of the Duke of Star Lake, Thales looked towards the center of the commotion.
I saw all the guests in the banquet hall standing on tiptoes and gathering around curiously.
There was an open space among the crowd of onlookers: a long table had been overturned, dishes and cutlery fell to the floor, and many guests were thrown onto their backs and were helped up by the people around them in embarrassment.
What are you doing?
Thales didn't understand what happened at the banquet.
But he could see that the long table of dukes was also tense:
The royal guards separated Zhan, who looked unswerving, into a corner, but his butler followed him slowly, carrying the master's wine glass.
The one-eyed dragon Koust angrily pushed away the two guards who wanted to take him away, but the latter dared not speak in anger.
Duke Arend received the same treatment as Thales and was directly surrounded by the guards holding the flag.
The two commanders of the Guards present looked solemn as if they were facing a formidable enemy: Mallos was communicating nervously with the Star Lake Guards, and Vogel also ordered the men from the Fuxing Palace, but the latter kept sending people out, and the former kept gathering
People come back.
"Hurry up and find out what happened. If it's drunken sex or something like that, suppress it no matter how big it gets. We'll talk about it tomorrow..." This is Vogel.
"Stay on the highest alert," Mallos's voice sounded, full of vigilance:
"Protect His Highness, this may be a commotion caused by assassins, looking for an opportunity to take action..."
Doyle was initially annoyed that he failed to squeeze into Thales's "protective foursome" at the first time, but after hearing this, he was full of confidence: "I'll cover it, sir!"
He tried his best to move to Thales:
"With me here, even if the entire Mindis Hall explodes, no one can touch a hair of His Highness..."
But right now.
"Hey, d.d..."
Franzuk, who was the tallest and had the best view, stared at the restless crowd and hesitated:
"That seems... to be your father."
Doyle was stunned:
"What?"
He quickly got out of the formation of the guard wing, stood up on tiptoes, and grabbed Franzuk's shoulders.
Not only Doyle, but everyone else was also stunned.
After seeing the truth clearly, Franzuk hesitated:
"Maybe he was drunk and fighting with someone?"
Thales narrowed his eyes:
Sure enough, a figure who looked somewhat similar to old Baron Doyle was knocked to the ground and dragged along, screaming.
Someone tried to stop him, but it didn't seem to work.
Surrounded by shouting crowds, they kept retreating as the center of the conflict shifted.
"Oh no, in this case," Doyle saw the situation clearly, jumped up angrily, and scratched his head anxiously:
"Damn dad...I really admire you..."
d.d held down the weapon and instinctively wanted to rush down, but Mallos pushed him back to Thales and became angry:
"Hold your position, Dennis Doyle!"
Doyle woke up with a shock and returned to the formation.
"Indeed, it's that slick, greedy, speculative old baron," Vogel came to Mallos' side and frowned:
"He can actually fight with others?"
Several servants rushed in, trying to maintain order while rescuing the guests affected by the conflict.
But the next moment, the man dragging old Baron Doyle turned around and threw the two servants several meters away!
"The sunset!"
"Stop fighting!"
"Okay! Good fight! Keep fighting! Beat him! We Northlanders support you!"
"Help him!"
"Back off! There's nothing to see!"
Many guests with higher status and quality tried their best to maintain order and asked everyone to step back. The crowd shouted and stood a little further away.
Mallos and Vogel frowned at the same time.
Well, Thales didn't know whether old Baron Doyle could fight with others.
But he could see that the Baron's opponent was really good at fighting.
Doyle looked anxious.
"Pass the message and continue to maintain the highest level of alert." After hearing the report, Mallos ordered in a muffled voice.
Obviously, Vogel no longer has the leisure to point fingers at Marius. He is equally serious:
"Pay attention and pay attention to suspicious people. Now is a good time to fish in troubled waters - you must also protect other dukes and nobles."
"Let the emergency team take action. No matter what it is, whether it is jealousy or drunkenness, suppress it immediately..."
but……
"No, Lord Talon."
Mallos stared at the two people at the center of the conflict and interrupted Vogel:
"I recognize that look."
Mallos' next words made everyone nervous:
"That's the assassin."
Thales was shocked.
"What?"
Doyle's eyes widened: "My dad? Assassin?"
d.d laughed ugly twice:
"Hehe, no, sir, stop joking. At his level, he can't even beat my stepmother's pet cat..."
But as Doyle spoke, he realized something.
His face turned pale and he subconsciously looked towards the field.
"Ah ah ah no no no no kill!"
A high-pitched female voice sounded from the crowd!
"Blood! See blood!"
Thales only had time to see a flash of cold light, and the crowd at the banquet retreated again!
The next second, he was once again surrounded by royal guards swarming forward, and he could only hear the sounds coming from around him.
"It's better to stop them!"
"Help!"
"There are people injured!"
"That's not necessary!"
Thales tried his best to squeeze out a small gap and got a glimpse of the outside situation from Glover's armpit.
"Don't panic, just stick to our posts, protect His Highness and the nobles, and let others deal with the incident." came the cold order from Mallos.
"But sir, my father -" Doyle seemed to be still defending anxiously.
At this time, an angry and depressed male voice broke the dull air and echoed throughout the banquet hall:
"Quiet!"
"I don't want to hurt you!"
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, stay back!"
Thales was blocked behind Glover and couldn't see anything clearly, but the noise of the crowd seemed to stop suddenly, and then turned into a whisper.
"Sir, we should stop this immediately..." This was D.D's voice again, anxious, and then his footsteps sounded.
Mallos' furious voice came:
"Dammit, Glover, stop him!"
Thales felt his body loosen up, and he regained the sight in front of him: Glover hugged Doyle who was about to rush forward, and knocked the latter to the ground.
As for the lobby...
"What are you doing?"
Vogel looked at the center of the banquet hall in disbelief:
A young male nobleman was glaring angrily, holding the old Baron Doyle, who was bruised and swollen and looking shivering, with his left hand, while his right hand held up a sharp dagger that shone with cold light.
"Back off! Everyone!" he warned.
The dagger kept pointing at the surrounding crowd as he turned around.
As the tip of the sword pointed, the crowd retreated until the open space became larger and larger, leaving only him and the baron.
"That sword...how did he get the weapon? All the guests, we..."
Vogel was frightened and angry, and summoned his men repeatedly.
"It's not important anymore." Mallos didn't care much about the "assassin" on the other side.
The watchman first looked back at Thales and found that the curious Duke was only disheveled and had a slightly messy hairstyle:
"The important thing is, he just got it."
Thales, who was firmly "locked" in three human walls, blinked desperately and looked at the scene of the hostages being held hostage:
"What's going on - let him get up, Glover, you're such a big guy, don't hold him down anymore."
Glover then got up, picked up D.D who looked unwilling, and patted him on the shoulder.
In the hall, several guests with high prestige came forward and gave words of advice to the young man who was holding the hostages:
"Calm down, sir..."
"There is no need to use the sword..."
"We can communicate slowly about any conflicts..."
"Everyone, the weather is so nice, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"
While he was talking, two guards from the Mindis Hall saw the opportunity and pounced from behind, trying to subdue the kidnappers!
But Thales saw the young man smash the hilt of Baron Doyle's sword, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain, and he immediately turned around!
The sword flashed rapidly.
"Dang! Dang!"
There were a few soft sounds, and the young man's figure passed between the guards who besieged him. One guard knelt down in pain and was kicked a few meters away by the other guard. The other guard screamed and dropped his weapon to the ground, covering his bleeding hand.
The arms retreated continuously.
When they saw the real blood, the crowd screamed again.
In a moment, reinforcements arrived, and the three guards squeezed through the crowd, but paused before being swarmed.
"One step forward!"
The young man grabbed old Baron Doyle by the collar and put a dagger on his neck:
"He's really dead."
The young man looks plain, but his eyes are extremely determined.
The crowd whispered, and countless eyes gathered, including many heavyweights.
Only Thales frowned slightly:
This person in front of me, this "assassin"...
Somewhat familiar.
Mallos' eyes darkened:
"This skill..."
Vogel, who watched the development of the situation in surprise, changed his eyes and nodded:
"Quite impressive."
"And style."
"The posture is good-looking, the moves are exquisite, and the angles are tricky," Mallos muttered:
"It's the Tower of the End, the swordsmanship of the 'Rose' lineage."
"The skills of the Tower of the End...you mean," Vogel said with a solemn expression:
"A noble from out of town?"
Mallos nodded:
"possible."
At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded out of thin air:
"You despicable bastard!"
A painted aristocratic woman broke free from the crowd, raised a dinner plate, and rushed towards the assassin as if madly!
The guards and the hostage-takers were both shocked.
"I'll fight with you -"
The woman's dinner plate hit the young man hard, but the latter did not fight back, but just dragged the old baron back, feeling embarrassed for a while.
Until he couldn't stand it anymore, he roared angrily and hit the woman, knocking her down two meters away.
The old baron exclaimed.
"You'd better stand back, Mrs. Doyle," the young man gritted his teeth and pressed his sword against the trembling Baron Doyle:
"I have no habit of being rough with women."
Baroness Doyle was in a state of embarrassment, with tears streaming down her face, but she struggled to get up, hysterical:
"If you want to kill my husband!"
"Then you'd better kill me first!"
The young man gritted his teeth, while the old baron who was being held hostage exhaled in pain.
"Damn it, bitch, you're here for no good," the old baron said angrily:
"Back off!"
Mrs. Doyle, who was sitting on the ground with tears in her eyes, changed her expression when she heard this: "What?"
"What did you call me?"
For a moment, the evil aspect was revealed.
Old Baron Doyle trembled instinctively.
"I mean, dear, please step back," the baron's voice softened, and he forced an ugly smile under the sword:
"Listen to him, stay back and protect yourself."
"In this way, I can live."
At this moment, an angry male voice rushed into the field following footsteps!
"Let him go!"
"Let go of my father!"
Thales was startled, and then he realized that Doyle had escaped from Glover's custody at some point, left the formation, and rushed into the field.
Rush to his father!
Vogel frowned and looked at Marius, who stared gloomily at Glover, who looked ashamed.
The crowd at the banquet screamed again, no one bothered to try to maintain order and evacuate everyone's guards.
Doyle's charge was so fast that he knocked away the guards in an instant and unsheathed his sword!
"clang!"
The young man had no choice but to strike a blow with D.D.
"Whatever is coming for me!"
Doyle was extremely angry, and his sword moves were wide open and closed, going straight forward.
"A coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong!"
This was the first time Thales saw D.D draw his sword.
Different from Thales's usual impression of Doyle, who was smooth-tongued and carefree, his swordsmanship actually seemed upright, bright, and magnificent.
The pace is steady, the movements are smooth, and the attack and defense are well-organized.
Only two moves forced the hostage-taker to retreat continuously.
"Your father?"
For two seconds, the kidnapper sneered and defended himself.
"Your father! Bullying the weak and fearing the strong? Hahaha!"
But this is not a fair fight.
The young man kicked up a wine glass at his feet. By the time Doyle blocked the glass, the kidnapper's sword had already landed on the old baron's neck.
"Back off, or I'll kill him now!"
The young man pushed the baron in front of him, blocking Doyle's view.
His voice trembled, and he was even more angry than D.D!
Doyle was shocked and furious, and the knight's sword in his hand trembled.
"Ahhh...coward!"
But the young man was not moved at all, and even pulled the old baron's hair as a demonstration.
But the old baron let out a loud sigh.
"You brat," Baron Doyle, whose face was bruised and struggling to speak, said with difficulty:
"This is your father's business... take your mother and get out of here!"
d.d breathed in pain, but finally lowered his sword, stepped back and helped his stepmother up.
Thales couldn't help but say:
"Lord Marius, maybe we..."
But the next moment, Mallos interrupted him with a gloomy voice, and his words were filled with unbearable chill:
"You... drag that guy back, even if you break his legs."
Thales was speechless for a moment.
The Star Lake guards looked at each other, and the three of them got out of the queue and took the order to leave.
Maybe Doyle is not bad at it, but his two fists are ultimately no match for six hands: Piroga dispelled his resistance, Commuto restrained his struggle, and the young Nisi was the most direct, hitting his lower abdomen with a heavy punch.
It worked, so he threw a second punch.
Until Doyle, who was dying, was carried back to the guard formation by three people amid his stepmother's cries.
In the distance, several dukes had different expressions: Zhan was thoughtful, One-Eyed looked furious, and Duke Val looked on with cold eyes, even interested in pouring wine for himself.
Further down, still in their seats, the "Seven Shining Star Attendants" who were directly under the central leadership were not so calm.
Baron Doyle, who was also the Seventh Attendant, was kidnapped. Viscount Adrian was worried about what he was saying to Lozano Glover. Baron Straw gritted his teeth, while Mrs. Barney, the "little iron thorn", clenched her teeth.
Luther Barney, holding his son's hand, curled up and cried while comforting the conflict.
Viscount Patterson, who was old and hard of hearing, tried hard to listen to the two nephews' frightened reports of the crisis at the scene, and asked questions loudly from time to time, which relieved the tense atmosphere.
"Young man, this is a royal banquet, and the respected Duke of Thales is present."
Among the crowd present, the honorary earl Godwin, who was quite prestigious in the royal party and was responsible for reception at the royal banquet, stood out from the crowd and spoke in a calm and gentle voice:
"No matter what it is, your actions are unwise and may hurt many people."
"Either to Baron Doyle, or to yourself."
Facing Earl Godwin's persuasion, the kidnapper laughed, his laughter was sad and desperate.
Thales was deeply disturbed.
But just a few seconds later, the young man took a deep breath and tried his best to put away his madness and anger.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."
"But everyone, please don't panic."
Seeing that the frightened crowd gradually calmed down, and the guards in front of him showed no intention of attacking, the young man took a breath and spoke loudly:
"Just listen to my words."
The kidnapper dropped the old baron, looked around, gritted his teeth and said:
"I have been educated, know etiquette, and have no intention of hurting innocent people at the banquet in Mindis Hall."
"This last resort is out of necessity!"
Old Doyle at his feet hummed and said:
"Pooh……"
But the young man had a sharp look in his eyes, lowered his head, and kicked him without mercy!
"Shut up, you old coward!"
The crowd exclaimed again.
"The guards here can't handle it, we have to do something."
On Thales' side, deputy guard captain Vogel whispered to his messenger:
"Control the perimeter, quietly and gradually evacuate the crowd, observe the left and right, don't relax - and don't let that guy find out."
Many people were ordered to leave and took action one after another.
Vogel looked back:
"Are you sure it's him?"
"Is it possible that there is someone else and he is just the bait?"
Mallos nodded calmly:
"Looking at his eyes, I'm sure."
The watchman didn't look at it but was restrained by the two men. Unwilling to give up, D.D said: "It's just that I guessed wrong: his target is not His Highness, but Baron Doyle."
"So what do we do?"
Thales couldn't help but say: "Let him take hostages?"
"The king is not here, so maybe the Duke of Xinghu, who has the highest status, should step forward..."
"No," Mallos refused quickly, leaving no room for error:
"Listen up, Your Highness, you stay here."
Thales was choked and speechless for a while.
The deputy guard captain on the side frowned.
Mallos turned his head, looking capable and resolute:
"Glover, go and gather Morgan, Itariano, Pezzarosi...well, Toledo and Trifanov right away."
Glover was startled and looked confused.
In the Star Lake Guard, Morgan is a veteran of the Pioneer Wing, so there is nothing wrong with that.
But Itarriano is subordinate to the logistics wing, and Pezzarosi is the follower of Penal Officer Patterson.
As for Toledo and Trifanov, they were both subordinates who had followed Marius in the command wing for many years and continued to serve as his messengers after arriving at the Mindis Hall.
But these seemingly unrelated candidates...
"They are all good at reconnaissance or sniping."
Mallos, who looked solemn, explained clearly in one sentence:
"Equip with crossbows. You will lead the team. Divide into three groups and go up to the high platform. Find the shooting area and wait for my signal. It is best to kill with one arrow, but two arrows will do..."
But Vogel's expression on the side changed drastically.
"You're crazy!"
The deputy captain of the guard held Glover down as he was about to leave, gritted his teeth and said to Mallos:
"Look around, from Dukes and Counts to the Seven Shining Stars!"
Thales subconsciously glanced at the guests and found that many people were secretly looking at them.
"The Mindis Hall, the royal banquet, the famous nobles and high-ranking officials in the royal capital are all here, it means the whole kingdom is watching!"
Vogel glanced around worriedly and lowered his voice:
"If he thrust his sword without saying a word, then that would be fine, but he is holding hostages and is negotiating with Earl Godwin..."
Mallos frowned.
"Drunken disputes, personal grudges, this is one thing. But if hostages are killed in public without hesitation, human lives are stained with blood, and it is the royal family who preemptively kills them, then it is another..."
Mallos shook his head:
"This will cause the least trouble..."
Vogel interrupted him hastily:
"This is the big trouble!"
The leader once again had different opinions. The surrounding royal guards were trembling with fear and did not dare to speak out.
Even Thales, who had relaxed after finding out that he was not assassinated, became nervous again.
The deputy captain of the guard glared at the watchman:
"Don't forget, His Highness Thales is the host of the banquet! If one of the seven servants dies here, it will be blamed on him!"
Taylor was shocked.
"Besides, if you fail to behead, that guy goes crazy and kills the crowd, and the situation gets out of control..."
Vogel's voice became increasingly cautious:
"And anyone here, even an underage girl, has nothing to do with it..."
Mallos remained unmoved and observed the terrain:
"We can drag on the negotiations, gradually clear the scene, clear the firing range, and reduce the scope of influence and collateral damage..."
"This is not just physical 'damage'!"
Vogel's voice became more urgent, and he was obviously losing his patience:
"For the sake of the setting sun and bright moon and dark night!"
"This is just a banquet dispute. Don't make it look like a palace rebellion or a bloody war!"
Thales felt chilled in his heart.
Palace rebellion, bloody war...
The deputy captain of the guard stared at Mallos fiercely:
"How many years have passed since the first royal banquet after the heir of the kingdom returned to the country? The last thing we need and cannot have is this kind of situation and impression!"
"do you understand?"
This time, Mallos was silent.
He faced Vogel's teachings without refuting.
"Earl Godwin has come forward, and the best outcome of this matter is to resolve it through negotiation."
Vogel calmed down his emotions and looked back at the field:
"Killing someone painfully is the last resort."
On the other side, negotiations between Earl Godwin and the kidnappers are still continuing.
"Young people, you have a great time, why should you make mistakes?"
Earl Godwin's words were gentle and sincere:
"Put down your weapons, let go of Baron Doyle, and let's talk slowly. I promise on my honor that you will get the help you deserve."
The young man wiped the blood on his face and glanced at the old baron at his feet.
"Dear Earl Godwin, you have a good reputation, and I am very grateful for your care and help."
His eyes were full of indifference and resentment.
"But I'm sorry, you can't help me."
"No one can help."
"You don't have to speak too harshly, young man." Earl Godwin said warmly while signaling the guards not to irritate each other:
"First of all, who are you?"
The young man was silent for a while.
The next second, he pressed the old baron's shoulders, causing the latter to tremble.
"I am Anke Bailar."
The kidnapper, whose face was stained with blood, raised his head, but there was a sense of pride in his words:
"The Bailar family from Crow Cry Town in the Western Wasteland."
The young man who calls himself Anke Bailar has a trembling voice:
"His Majesty Kessel, his loyal servant, brave warrior, and..."
His voice dropped:
"Insignificant people."
Anke slowly raised his head and looked at everyone with sharp eyes:
"And my father is one of the thousands of lords in the Kingdom of Stars, the Baron of Crow Cry Town."
There was a small commotion in the crowd, and many people turned around to find friends who were in Xihuang, or who were familiar with Xihuang, trying to dig out some information.
"Damn it, it's a hereditary noble from out of town." On Thales' side, Deputy Guard Captain Vogel waved his hand urgently, summoning the men holding the flag:
"Go check to see if it's true and inform Fuxing Palace immediately."
Lord Godwin consulted with several friends.
"Anke, right? The Bailar family..."
"Since you are of noble birth and have been educated since childhood," Earl Godwin turned around and gradually changed from gentle to serious:
"Then you should know..."
"Whether it's kidnapping the weak or a despicable assassination, whether it's disturbing the guests or insulting the host of the banquet, this will bring shame to your family!"
Anke gasped for a few seconds in a daze.
"Please forgive me for taking a desperate risk and disturbing you all because I am desperate."
His throat was dry and hoarse.
Full of despair.
Anke raised his sword with hatred in his face and forced it on the old baron's neck again:
"Because only here can I catch this damn old silverfish!"
"Force him to look me face to face!"
Seeing the resolute look in his eyes, Thales' heart moved!
"This bastard..."
D.D, who had recovered a little, was still held by his colleagues by both arms. He gritted his teeth and struggled:
"If you have the guts -"
But he didn't finish speaking, because Marius suddenly turned around and slapped him resoundingly without mercy!
Snapped!
Doyle was stunned.
He stared blankly at Mallos, whose eyes were like daggers.
"If you want to kill your father, just say so!"
The watchman said coldly:
"Let him go! I want to see how many stupid things you can do today!"
Piloga, who was holding him, hesitated for a moment before loosening his joints little by little. However, Conmuto simply let go of Doyle.
The latter took a few breaths in a daze, touched his red and swollen face, looked at his father who was being held hostage with trembling eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and squatted down in pain.
Mallos's move was resolute and without any hesitation, which made Vogel frown at the side and Thales was also startled.
But Duke Xinghu came back to his senses and looked at the situation on the field.
He focused on another part.
That assassin—Ank Bailar.
It's him.
Thales looked serious: he recognized it.
At the beginning of the banquet, the prince improvised and made an opening speech.
After his bold "Fuck you Chaman Rumba", a young nobleman responded first, raised his glass and shouted back.
【To Duke Thales!】
[For his open-mindedness, wisdom, mind, courage—and youth!]
It's him.
It was his generous echo that triggered a flood of responses and blessings for the Duke of Star Lake from the guests present.
Thales recalled the scene just now and looked at the young man with complicated emotions: he raised the sword in one hand and held the dying Baron Doyle in the other, with a resolute expression.
Like Mallos said…
See death as home.
"Anke, you said that your father is a lord, a baron of Crowcrow Town," Earl Godwin said slowly:
"Then does he want to see you like this?"
Anke trembled all over.
"My father, Baron Bailar of Crow Town..."
He clasped the old baron's neck tightly, his eyes blurred, and murmured:
"Even if he doesn't want to, he won't be able to see her again."
Earl Godwin was startled.
Anke took a deep breath, became angry and focused again, and looked at everyone.
"A few months ago, my father, as one of the lords of the Western Wasteland, responded to Duke Falkenhauser's call."
"He led his army to the west, expedition into the desert, thousands of miles away, and spread the country's prestige among the stars."
Taylor was shocked.
Expedition to the desert? Isn’t that—
Anke's voice echoed in the hall, high and generous:
"He was ordered to lead the army! For His Highness Thales' return journey..."
"Clear the way!"
Thales was stunned.
Many, many looks were directed at the prince, encompassing everything.
These include Zhan's interest, the sharp edge of the Cyclops, and the indifference of Duke Val.
Wait a minute.
Thales suppressed his surprise, and the journey to the Western Wilderness came back to his mind.
A few months ago, the local levies from the Western Wasteland princes worked together with the royal family's standing army to clean up the desert. What happened to them...
"Until that early morning, a few hours before Duke Thales was finally found..."
Anke said in a daze:
"While Legend Wings was away from the camp, the Bones and Orcs came in force and invaded the Blade Tooth Dune camp."
"My father, who was still in the camp, was suddenly attacked in his sleep."
"Almost all of the troops under his command were wiped out."
"And he himself was seriously injured."
Sabertooth Sand Dunes...
Thales trembled inwardly.
Legendary Wings - Baron Roman's eyes filled with murderous intent appeared in front of him.
And his chilling words:
[Fight back to the camp...no matter who you encounter...whether it's a human, a hybrid...]
[Sai... Er... Li... Kai...]
Thales' breathing was slightly stagnant.
"As a defeated general, my father returned home depressed. When he returned to Crow Cry Town, he was criticized again..."
Assassin and hostage-taker, Anke Bailar took a deep breath and raised his head with red eyes:
"Soon, his injuries worsened and he suffered both physical and mental torture..."
The young man holding the sword raised his head, looked at the towering Thales, and said hoarsely:
"End in pain."
At the other end of the line of sight, Thales gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.
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