Thales controlled his breathing and stared at the king.
The king paused for a moment and sneered.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The laughter was scary, and the lights around him swayed.
Thales clenched his fists unconsciously, feeling his chest was heavy and the air around him was heavy.
But he had no way out.
The laughter slowly disappeared.
"As far as I can see, Duke Thales of Star Lake Castle," the Iron Fist King's tone became calmer, but became more and more scary:
"The crown is not on your head."
crown.
An inexplicable heart palpitation came over, causing Thales' breathing to become slightly disordered.
"Even if you don't take this road," the king said calmly:
"The wheels of the kingdom are destined to never stop."
The young man pressed his fists against the table, feeling the pressure and pain coming from his fists, as well as the strange agitation of the Hell River Sin.
He knows what the other person cares about.
he knows.
Or, does he think he knows?
Thales took a few deep breaths and raised his head:
"Of course, you are the supreme king of all the stars."
The Iron Fist King showed no expression on his face.
"You can ignore me, sneer at Xihuang, and veto this proposal."
Thales adjusted his mood and changed the subject.
"Anyway, you are very confident, and the cards in your hand are more than just the 'Sand King'."
He pointed to the letter on the table and kept his tone calm:
"Just like you can threaten Zhan En to replace Xihuang, force the Nan'an leader to pull the cart for you, change places, and then do what you want."
King Kessel sneered disdainfully.
"But what's the price?"
The next second, Thales changed the subject:
"In order to execute the 'Sand King', father, how much have you invested and how much price have you paid?"
After listening to Thales' words, King Kessel frowned slightly.
"Whether it's the expensive preliminary preparations, the staggering royal standing army, or the western front line that has been in operation for more than ten years..."
The prince calmly spoke:
"Manpower, material resources, financial and energy, including the political game behind the scenes, is not an easy task. Even the opportunity is too rare - there is not an unlucky prince wandering around every year for you to use as an excuse and bait.
of."
The king snorted coldly.
"If your plan is successful and you reap huge profits, then these costs will be nothing, but now, now..."
Thales paused and looked at the other party.
King Kessel pursed his lips and his face became tense.
"I guess the reason why Chief Qiu Ke complained about poverty in the Royal Council is that the Department of Finance and Taxation has insufficient budget," Thales opened his arms towards the discussion table:
"The fundamental reason is that you mobilized the standing army for an expedition for the sake of the 'Shawang', resorted to military violence, and drained the treasury?"
At that moment, King Kessel suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes as sharp as if they had substance, and he moved towards Thales inch by inch.
The atmosphere inside was extremely depressing.
"That bargaining chip, that orphan girl from the Emery family."
After a few seconds, the king spoke coldly:
"where is she?"
The young man exhaled and glanced at Zhan's letter:
"So, father, you are not willing to give up on the efforts of the 'Sand King' in vain, deny yourself, and waste all your previous efforts."
The Iron Fist King's eyes became colder and colder.
But Thales's tone also became more severe. He withstood the pressure and insisted on finishing the sentence:
"Otherwise, father, your so-called 'Sand King' plan will be nothing more than an evil act of tyranny."
"The gains outweigh the losses and will harm the kingdom."
"The sin lies in Qianqiu."
At that moment, the cold light in King Kessel's eyes reached its peak and could not be strengthened.
The eternal light in the room seemed to feel something, and it flashed rapidly at this second, as if it was trembling.
"It seems that the sword Falkenhausz gave you is really useful."
Every word the king spoke was profound and ominous:
"It makes you arrogant and confident."
But the prince just smiled bitterly and ignored the king's hint.
"But it's not over yet."
The Iron Fist King's eyes were locked on Thales, almost nailing him through.
Thales said loudly:
"After the failure of the 'Sand King'..."
"The royal family's standing army recaptured the Blade Tooth Camp, removed their armor and retreated their troops, and ceased all flags and drums."
"The people of the Western Wilderness retreated to their hometown in despair, looking disgraced and thinking they were unlucky."
"The second prince arrived at the royal capital safely, his father and son were reunited, and he was granted the title of Duke."
"These calm appearances have kept the vast majority of the people in the kingdom in the dark: they are sleeping peacefully without knowing the truth."
Thales narrowed his eyes:
"But Father, you and Falkenhauser - if he's the only one - you both know the undercurrent of the 'Sand King' and what happened and what didn't happen a few months ago.
"
King Kessel said nothing, only his eyes were dim, reflecting the light.
"When you all passed each other, you saw the sharp blades behind each other."
"It's just that both parties have superb acting skills and enough restraint to pretend to be ignorant, greet each other with smiles, and maintain the most hypocritical peace and the most fragile tacit understanding."
boom.
Thales put his palms heavily on the table, causing the surrounding eternal lamps to flicker.
"Believe me, father, this is the last step between Fuxing Palace and Xihuang."
"Behind you is an abyss."
The prince stared at the king:
"Next time, I won't be so lucky."
King Kessel lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
An eternal lamp behind him dimmed, pulling the king's profile into darkness.
Thales took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"At that time, if you try to deprive the Western Wasteland princes of their armies and move in to expand the royal standing army, the price will only be higher and the scene will only become more ugly."
King Kessel did not respond.
He just turned his head silently and buried the side of his face in the darkness without light.
"Admit it, father."
"The failure of the 'Sand King' left a big mess and pushed both you and Xihuang to the cliff. You will have no room for maneuver anymore - unless you completely give up reaching out to Xihuang."
Thales paused, giving the other party and himself time to think.
At this moment.
"who?"
The king's voice sounded faintly, seemingly absent.
"What?"
Thales was puzzled:
"Who?"
King Kessel had a complicated expression.
"When you left in the morning, all you could think about was women."
woman.
Thales frowned.
"You were confused and distraught at that time," the king said coldly, light and shadow appeared on his face at the same time, "you simply didn't have the confidence and courage you have now."
"Kingdom, politics, all these things, you are so obsessed with women that you don't care about it this morning, let alone risking your life to break into the palace and speak before the emperor."
King Kessel leaned forward slightly and stared at Thales intriguingly:
"What changed you outside the palace?"
Thales was startled.
What changed me?
He came back to his senses and gritted his teeth and said:
"That's not important," Thales tried his best to sound more sincere:
"What matters is, Father."
"Now, when we are at the end of the rope, we have another option."
King Kessel pursed his lips.
Thales suppressed his restless power of termination, slowed down his tone, and said tentatively:
"Fackenhauser took the lead to take a step back and provided the most powerful bargaining chip for this purpose, which is enough to restrain the people of the Western Wilderness."
King Kessel turned his head and grunted in displeasure:
"Amore."
The prince nodded and stared at the king:
"Accept it, not to mention making a lot of money, but at least there is a chance to make up for the huge losses of the 'Sand King'."
"Accepting it may not solve it once and for all, but it can avoid the worst consequences to the greatest extent."
"Accept it, let me come forward to communicate, give us a chance, and give Xihuang a step up."
The king chuckled softly, without comment.
"Please believe me, both realistically and in the long run, this is the only way. It is also the most efficient, easiest, most peaceful, and the way closest to success."
Thales' words became urgent unknowingly:
"If you still want to complete 'Sand King', father, at least don't let it turn into a mess, then this is not only the best choice."
"It's the last choice."
Thales looked straight at the king:
"Father, for the sake of the kingdom, don't be impulsive and angry, and don't delay your illness until you are terminally ill."
"Let me do it and end it now, now."
"Before it's too late."
After the words fell, King Kessel did not answer immediately.
He looked at Thales carefully, as if he wanted to see every detail on his face.
This made Thales feel uneasy.
very good.
Thales observed the king's reaction and silently encouraged himself.
This is indeed something he cares about.
At least, he still cares.
Fortunately, he still cares.
Hope he still cares.
After more than ten seconds, the king snorted softly.
"The sky is full of flowers and the words are flowing."
King Kessel changed his sitting position and spoke softly:
"But you are avoiding the important points and missing the most critical point."
Thales was shocked.
The king tilted his head and said in a playful tone:
"That is: even if I accept this proposal, then 'Sand King', why is it necessary that you have to implement it?"
"Duke Thales?"
At that second, Thales' eyelids twitched.
He subconsciously held his knees.
"Because, because Falkenhauser gave me the chips."
Thales took a deep breath and met the king's gaze:
"And I, as the introducer, middleman and guarantor, must have some commission compensation, right?"
King Kessel snorted softly.
"So, this is actually a transaction."
The king stared at Thales, his tone becoming more and more dangerous:
"A...two-party transaction between Falkenhauser and myself."
trade.
Thales clenched his fists.
"You can understand it that way."
"But my presence is one of the conditions for Falkenhauser to accept the deal."
"From this transaction, you will get, I mean, gradually get the Western Wilderness and realize the 'Sand King'," the prince tried hard to find logic and tried to convince the king:
"The price is just..."
The next second, King Kessel suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, and he choked Thales' words in his mouth.
"No," the king said softly, making people feel chills running down their spines:
"You are not a guarantee or an intermediary."
Kessel's eyes were like swords, piercing Thales:
"You, you are the real bargaining chip in the transaction."
"Tiles Bright Star."
"Heir to the throne."
Thales' breath froze.
"In this deal, I handed you over to him," the king said slowly, but every word was unsettling: "He just handed over the Western Wilderness to me."
"Is not it."
Thales frowned tightly.
Damn it.
He won't let this go.
"Listen, Father."
He had to start organizing the language again:
"I know what you're worried about."
Thales racked his brains:
"But please relax, I will not interfere in specific affairs, I will not participate in the issuance of any government orders, and I will not touch even a soldier's file. I am only responsible for negotiating with the people of the Western Wilderness - it will not be too complicated, or even
As long as a letter mentions this bargaining chip, and Falkenhausz cooperates, they will soon understand the pros and cons."
"All the rest is up to you -"
At this moment, the king suddenly spoke loudly and interrupted the prince:
“And people will understand!”
Thales was stunned for a while, and saw King Kessel sitting upright at some point, with light and shadow overlapping on his face, intertwining light and dark.
"People will understand that in Fuxing Palace, besides the king, there is another person."
The king's accent bit on "the other person", causing Thales to take a breath.
"Whatever problems they had with the king, anything."
"As long as I find this person..."
King Kessel stared at Thales closely, as if he was strangling him from the air:
"Then the price wouldn't be so high and the scene wouldn't be so ugly."
Wang Wang narrowed his eyes and his tone was chilling:
"Because he has a sword in his hand."
"Can stand against the crown."
"Is this what you want?"
King Kessel's words continued, and every word seemed to be filled with poison:
"The future... Thales I?"
At that moment, Thales' thinking froze.
"So, is this what you care about?"
A few seconds later, Thales took two breaths in a daze and spoke with difficulty.
"Whether it's sealing off the Mindis Hall, censoring my guards, or summoning me into the palace to issue a warning, is it all for this?"
"Tell everyone - there is no 'other' in the palace?"
King Kessel did not answer, just snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair.
"Hand over that orphan girl and that bargaining chip."
The Iron Fist King's eyes sharpened, and his words were stern and decisive:
"As for you breaking into the palace and treason, you should be punished."
"Let bygones be bygones."
Thales raised his head and looked at the king with complicated emotions.
"As you said," King Kessel closed his eyes with a calm expression: "Before it's too late."
"Finish it."
Thales suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth and said:
"But, it's up to me to contact the people of the Western Wilderness..."
But King Kessel just raised a finger gently.
Tails stopped talking.
"Forget it."
The king had no expression on his face and said softly:
"For your own good, after handing over the orphan girl, you don't have to do anything. You don't have to come forward, let alone intervene."
"Continue to be your Duke of Star Lake with peace of mind."
Thales felt a little cold.
"that's all."
The king said coldly:
"Don't make conditions."
"Don't get in the way."
Out of the way.
The next second, the king opened his eyes and changed the subject:
"In that case, your group of guards in Mindis Hall..."
"And those loyal idiots who followed you into the palace to rebel..."
Hearing the implicit threatening words from the other party, Thales' eyelids jumped.
Just listen to King Kessel say softly:
"You don't have to be 'replaced'."
Replace.
Both of them fell into silence, and the Ballard room returned to silence.
Thales suddenly understood.
He understood what the other party cared about from the moment he made this proposal.
This made him a little tired.
"I don't understand," Thales lowered his head and sneered:
"Whether it's you or Falkenhauser, why can everyone only see the crown?"
King Kessel glanced at him.
"Is it really that mysterious and precious enough to capture everyone's soul?"
"What we are talking about is obviously the future of the kingdom," Thales raised his eyebrows and said angrily:
"And you, are you born for the stars, or are you living for the crown?"
When King Kessel heard this, he snorted indifferently and raised the corners of his mouth.
"You don't understand, maybe it's because..."
"It's not on your head yet."
Thales gritted his teeth.
The next second, the king looked stern.
"I ask again: Where is the orphan girl of the Emory family?"
Thales gritted his teeth, ignored the implicit threat in the other person's tone, and forced himself to calm down.
He couldn't convince him.
At least not in this way.
This is not enough.
Far from enough.
Thales took a deep breath.
He has to... pay more.
Even himself.
Thinking of this, Thales closed his eyes and opened them again.
"What if I say 'no'."
The king raised his eyes and said in a playful tone:
"No?"
Thales held his head high and looked solemn.
"That's right."
"If you don't accept my conditions," the prince's attitude became tougher:
"Then there will be no deal, no bargaining chip, no Emory's orphan girl, no Xihuangren's surrender, and no Falkenhausz's active cooperation."
Thales snorted angrily:
"Say goodbye to your Xihuang."
The king's pupils narrowed slightly.
"Then if you break into the palace and rebel, you will no longer be exempted from the crime."
"right!"
Thales retorted without hesitation:
"But you, father, will bear the huge damage and loss caused by the failure of the 'Sand King', and will fall into the dilemma of being unable to do anything in the Western Wilderness, and will drift further and further away from what you want in your heart."
The king frowned.
Thales paused and chuckled:
"Of course, with the character and methods of an iron-fisted king, you will certainly not give up. You will definitely come up with new ways to repair the Western Wilderness, deceive and kidnap, take advantage of and plunder, and will not give up until you achieve your goal."
Speaking of this, Thales looked serious:
"Then, you will fall into the abyss and detonate the Western Wasteland in the next failed attempt."
"It's like detonating an eternal oil barrel."
Thales lowered his head and glanced at King Kessel coldly:
"Believe me, I have seen it. It was an unforgettable scene."
The Iron Fist King's eyes turned cold:
"Are you threatening me?"
"No," Thales chuckled and shook his head:
"I'm just showing you: the future reign of Kessel Brightstar V."
Thales' smile disappeared:
"The Western Wilderness is just the beginning. When the situation gets out of control and is completely uncontrollable..."
"You will eventually set the whole kingdom on fire."
King Kessel's expression became increasingly ugly.
"Tell me, father, do you really want to be in your own time..."
Taylor paused.
He stared at the king, took a deep breath, and said word for word: "See the next one——"
"Year of Blood?"
Year of Blood.
The voice fell.
The room was silent.
King Kessel remained silent and motionless.
Only a pair of eyes looked dimly into the void, reflecting the light.
He didn't seem to care.
And Thales stared at him aggressively.
Until the next second.
"You asked the wrong person."
The king's voice sounded faintly.
"After all, you are the one who holds the chips."
The next moment, Thales' whole body trembled, and he felt the sin of the Hell River growling angrily in his veins, causing a tingling sensation like a ray of light on his back.
It made him restless.
"You should ask yourself: If I don't accept your conditions, if I'm not willing to give you the weight of the crown," the king's words were very slow and scary:
"Then you would rather hold the chips in your hands and sit back and watch..."
"Watching the stars fall to the ground and the kingdom burn?"
Thales firmly held back the power of ending, but couldn't help but be startled.
King Kessel lowered his forehead slightly, and his gaze was like a sword leaning against his body.
"Tell me, Thales Brightstar."
Thales forced himself to look at him, but still swallowed unconsciously.
"Do you want to witness the Year of Blood with your own eyes in your lifetime?"
The king said lightly:
"Believe me, I've seen it."
"That scene was unforgettable."
Thales' breathing stagnated, and he was about to retort, but stopped talking.
The king sneered.
"Look, if you really understand what 'Born for the Stars' means, then you shouldn't hesitate on this question."
"As for whether you will execute the 'Sand King', you shouldn't care."
Thales was startled when he heard this and didn't know how to answer.
"So, this will be the last time I ask you," the king's voice gradually became stronger, no longer calm, like a sharp knife being drawn out of its sheath, "and it is also your last chance."
"That bargaining chip, that orphan girl of Emory."
"Where?"
Thales lowered his head and bit his lips.
not enough.
not enough.
King Kessel would not accept his terms.
He will not tolerate any "deals" that are beyond his control.
We will not allow even the slightest flaw to appear on the crown.
The kingdom, the interests, not even the bloody year, were enough to convince King Kessel.
Not enough to convince - the Iron-fisted King.
All the rhetoric, threats and inducements are ineffective.
He wants to do more.
More.
More!
The sin of the Hell River seemed to sense his mood and surged forward, overflowing throughout his body.
【If you want to enter this circle, Thales, even climb to the top.】
[The first thing to do is to surrender, open up your mind and body, let their world and concepts rule everything about you, and turn you into someone you don’t recognize yourself. Only in this way can you start playing
Only this game can be played successfully.】
Bow your head and bow your head.
Open your mind and body.
It turned into... an appearance that even I couldn't recognize.
So, no matter what, he has to play this card.
Even if it means doom and gloom.
Amidst the excited roar of Hell River Sin, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:
"Father, listen..."
But the next second, his father snorted and shook his head, interrupting him:
"Okay, I see what you mean, kid."
King Kessel's eyes moved and he spit out a name:
"Bailal."
Thales was stunned:
"What?"
The king gently rubbed the back of his hand and thought:
"That's the name of the assassin who broke into the banquet for a duel, right?"
Thales clenched his fists.
Bailar.
What?
"I guess, because Falkenhausz gave you that sword, that bargaining chip, and that orphan girl, you became emboldened and emboldened to dare to break into the palace and commit rebellion to achieve your goal."
King Kessel put away the harshness in his tone and regained his composure:
"But you were not like this from the beginning - at least not when you left here: you were completely different before and after you left the palace."
"Then this bargaining chip that makes you proud can only be obtained during the time you are out of the palace."
At that moment, Thales was shocked.
"As for the assassin who broke into the banquet for a duel."
King Kessel looked unconcerned and rubbed the back of his hand intently:
"He happens to be one of the people you met in the secret department after you left the palace today."
"He also happens to be one of the few people who can talk to you about kingdom politics, and he also happens to be from the Western Wilderness."
"The orphan girl from Amore and the four-eyed skull also happen to come from the Western Wilderness."
"Midier once said during his lifetime: There are no coincidences in politics."
At that moment, Thales' brain froze.
What……
King Kessel raised his head, looked at his appearance, and sneered:
"So this is why, at your homecoming banquet, the assassin did not want to commit suicide after his failure, but instead put down his weapon."
The king stared at him like a hunter holding down his prey:
"Because he's counting on you."
"I hope that Prince Thales, who is famous for his kindness, will go back to find him afterwards."
"I'll give you Falkenhausz's real sword, the bargaining chip that can overturn the Western Wilderness - Emory's orphan girl."
Thales forced himself to maintain his expression, but unknowingly he was sweating profusely.
The king's eyes sharpened:
"And, only one person is given to you."
"To challenge me."
“Turn the game around.”
Hearing this, Thales' breathing became disordered.
impossible.
No.
His bargaining chip, the only card he could use to bargain with King Kessel...
Just like that, easily opened by the opponent?
The king chuckled and stopped looking at Thales.
It's as if the latter no longer matters.
"It doesn't matter, Morat will pry everything out of his mouth."
King Kessel said leisurely:
"Including the orphan girl."
Pry everything out.
Thales's pupils slowly dilated.
Bailar.
Anke Bailar.
【Thank you, Your Highness.】
[Thank you for still being willing to come here and listen to my voice—or my last words.]
【Although there is no sunshine here, it’s not that dark, right.】
No.
Thinking of this, Thales took a breath and gritted his teeth with difficulty:
"No, you are wrong. Falkenholz has a secret communication channel with me..."
"That's the other people," Kaiser V interrupted him without hesitation: "The other people you met after leaving the palace."
"It doesn't matter, it's enough to know that this orphan girl is alive."
The king did not even look at him:
"No matter the people you meet when you leave the palace, or the places you go to, the secret department will know what to do."
people you meet.
Places you've been to.
Lillian, Jenny, the abandoned house...
No.
Thales was in disbelief, and his breathing gradually became stiff.
King Kessel raised his eyebrows and said in a relaxed tone:
"Don't worry, that orphan girl, she will soon regain her title with the support of the royal family and become Baroness Amore."
"Her surname is destined to go down in history."
The king said playfully:
"If her father knew about it after his death, maybe he would be proud of it?"
His name will remain in history.
Thales was in a daze for a while.
【Then, Your Highness, what is the price? 】
[The Bailar family will become those who betray the Lord and be targeted by the public.]
【Tina, she will never, ever, never forgive me.】
No.
No!
Thales raised his head suddenly!
Spurred on by the sin of the prison river, an unprecedented anger surged into his chest.
The young man no longer tried to hide it, but glared at the king angrily.
"You didn't listen to me at all, did you?"
Thales gritted his teeth and spoke angrily:
"You have been talking to me for so long, just to find out how I learned about the orphan girl Amore."
King Kessel snorted indifferently.
"Thank you, kid, but your job is accomplished."
"By the way, no matter who followed you in this farce," the king said calmly, but heart-wrenchingly: "They will all pay the price."
"For your folly."
Thales took a breath.
Wyatt, Rolf, D.D, Glover, and Cohen who was deceived by him...
No.
"You can't do this." The prince said with difficulty.
"Remember, I haven't given you a chance - many chances."
King Kessel didn’t even look at him and responded coldly:
"You gave up on your own."
The Iron Fist King gently reached out and turned the handle on the table to notify the people outside.
"Now, get out of my conference room."
In his deep voice, he concluded the entire conversation:
"Ask Captain Maliko: How many whips should you receive for breaking into the palace without permission and offending the king?"
At that moment, Thales felt a chill to his bones.
————
Xihuang Territory, Desolate Ruins, and Fusha Palace.
"Hey, scarred man, come here and play chess with me!"
Duke Falkenhauser by the window tightened his cloak and waved to the skeleton man behind the pillars.
The tall and strong desolate man turned his head and approached the Duke, swinging his braid back and forth.
A younger guard looked at the jagged tattoos on the Bone Man's body and cautiously put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but was held down by another older guard.
The Desolate Skeleton Man walked past the nervous young guard without even looking at him, as if he was used to it.
He came to the Duke of Xihuang, slammed his butt on the chair roughly, looked at the chessboard between the two, and frowned.
Falkenhausz happily extended his hand to signal.
The Desolate Skeleton Man shook his head, his words stiff and unpleasant:
"Gao He, no."
Falkenholz sighed and waved his hand quickly:
"I know, I know, otherwise why would I be looking for you?"
Gao He was stunned for a moment, looked at the chessboard, and then at the Duke, with a look of contempt on his face.
He pointed to the moon in the wind and sand outside the window:
"Little Crow Head, let's go and chase."
Gauch's words were difficult to hear and understand, but Falkenholz seemed to have no problem and he shook his head.
"No, no, let Dele go. He has to rush back to the Wing Castle to prepare for important matters." The Duke sadly looked at the victory and defeat record book all afternoon:
"Besides, why are you chasing him back? I can't defeat him."
"Little bone cub, here, chasing."
"I taught my son how to play chess. It's boring to play against him."
Falkenholz clapped his hands:
"Come, play chess!"
Gao He snorted angrily, stretched out his hand, and moved the chess piece randomly.
"Oh, scarred man, how could you touch the queen first? That's not the way to go, but it doesn't matter. Look, I'll eat her right now..."
"snort."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this step of yours is not smart, it's like giving me food, bang! Hahaha!"
"Gao He, I don't understand."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Once you lose too much, you will understand..."
"Gaohe, rice."
"Don't leave. Let the servants bring you whatever you want to eat or drink. Come on, come on, watch me step by step..."
"Gao He, kill!"
"Ouch, don't be angry, scarred man, it's just a game of chess, the outcome is not important..."
Back and forth, Falkenhausz was having a great time playing, and before long, the chessboard was filled with high and captured chess pieces.
After taking the last step, the Duke grabbed Gao He's hand with satisfaction, pushed the latter's king down, leaned back on the chair, and sighed:
"Ah, it's been a long time since I've had such a heart-warming victory! It's great! It's great! It's great!"
Falkenholz leaned back in his chair and shook his head.
But the Bone Man stared closely at Falkenholz, who looked satisfied, and said in a dull voice:
"Bone boy, kill someone."
As soon as he said this, Falkenhauser's smile disappeared instantly.
The Duke left the back of his chair and looked at the Skeleton Man coldly, his face disgusting and terrifying.
And Gao He stared back at him without showing any signs of weakness.
A few seconds later, Duke Xihuang smiled, waved his hand and said:
"That's nonsense. I'm playing chess right now. Why should I kill someone if I have nothing to do?"
But Gao He shook his head and his eyes became scary.
The guards around him felt a sense of discomfort.
"Bones boy," the Desolate Bone Man said solemnly:
"Murder, mass murder."
Falkenholz's smile solidified again.
He pointed at Gao He, shook his head and said:
"you……"
"Bones, lie," Gao He gritted his teeth and his face turned ferocious in an instant:
"Gao He, kill! Kill!"
The abnormality of the Bone Man made the surrounding Duke's guards nervous, until Falkenhausz raised his hand to indicate that nothing happened.
The lord of the ruins sighed.
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth," Falkenholz supported the chessboard with a far-reaching gaze:
"I'm a little irritable."
Only you can see it, scarred man.
The Guardian Duke of Western Wasteland looked out the window in ecstasy:
"You know, the most frustrating thing is waiting."
Gao He showed a cruel smile:
"kill?"
The Duke shook his head disdainfully:
"Oh, killing people doesn't make you happy!"
Gao He was obviously disappointed. He muttered, got up and left in disappointment.
"Tell me, Scarred Man."
When Gaohe turned around, Falkenholz suddenly spoke:
"Have you ever gambled? Just...pay money, say something, and if you say it right, you will win money?"
The Desolate Skeleton Man frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head:
"Gao He, no."
"At least you've seen other people gamble," Falkenholz sighed:
"I mean, before you opened the prisoner-of-war pen and escaped from the Chalaron tribe with me on your back?"
Gao He thought carefully for a while, his brows gradually tightened.
Seeing his appearance, Falkenhausz said helplessly: "Okay, I won't embarrass you..."
"Fifty-eight migration periods ago," Gao He suddenly spoke, interrupting him: "Calligre, the beast cage."
"Luma, bet."
Falkenholz's expression changed, and he patted the table in front of him with interest.
Gao He sat down again.
"Okay, so, when your tribe went to Caligre, they played the beast cage...Who did your brother bet on? Tribal warriors? Slaves? Exiles? Sand pirates? Or beasts?"
The Desolate Skeleton Man's eyes showed a cold expression:
"Gao He, kill someone."
Falkenholz's eyes lit up:
"Ha, your brother made a bet, and you personally ended up killing people in a duel?"
Gao He nodded.
"Look at this pattern of yours. How many have you killed?"
Gao He stood up, took off the clothes on his side, and pointed out several jagged tattoos.
"Eight? Wow!"
Falkenholz exclaimed: "I guess you guys got rich?"
But Gao He was silent for a while and shook his head:
"Luma, lose."
"What?"
Falkenholz frowned in confusion:
"But you are still alive. How did your brother lose? Did he make the wrong bet?"
Gao He's expression darkened.
"Bujue, bet, blood-spiked lizard."
Falkenhauser's smile gradually faded.
"Oh, your subordinate has ordered that you brothers should be captured and killed."
The Duke sighed:
"This is the highlight. I guess he wants to attract big bets and make a lot of money."
Gao He gritted his teeth and his cheeks trembled:
"Luma, no."
"Gao He, no."
Falkenholz nodded:
"Of course, you refused, so you can only pay money?"
The Desolate Skeleton Man paused.
After a while, he finally raised his head with difficulty:
"The prince of the tribe kills people. The master of the cage kills people. The holy chief kills people. The tribe kills people. The servant of the sand kills people."
The Duke shrugged:
"Yeah, I guess so, everyone was upset, especially the people who were betting - I heard someone say that."
He hummed softly:
"Your subordinate set up a beast cage, and maybe he took the bet, but he didn't finish the duel. He must have suffered a heavy loss."
Gao He didn't speak.
The Desolate Skeleton Man just shook his head, with a scary look in his eyes: "Young Lord, you are poor."
"Luma, pay for your life."
Falkenhauser had a meal.
Gao He gritted his teeth and trembled, and raised his head:
"Gao He, punishment, life."
Duke Xihuang did not speak.
He just sighed, stretched out his hand, and patted the other person's shoulder.
Gao He turned his head and showed a ferocious expression towards the invisible void.
"Ah, I remembered, your bastard old boss," Falkenhauser frowned and said suddenly:
"Is that the unlucky guy who was chopped by you from bottom to top with an ax from the chicken handle to the ribs, and he wailed until dawn?"
Gao He snorted and did not answer.
Falkenholz chuckled:
"Well done, Scarred Man, for avenging your brother's death."
Gao He remained silent for a while, but then he suddenly raised his head.
"Bones boy, bet?"
Falkenholtz was stunned for a moment, then understood and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm betting too," the Duke looked to the east and said with a smile:
"Another bet... Blood Spiny Lizard."
Gao He frowned.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Duke Xihuang shook his head and said:
"The bet lasted, how should I put it, six years."
Falkenholz gradually fell into a trance.
The Desolate Skeleton Man showed a ruthless expression:
"Gao He, kill, Boneboy, gamble."
"Of course," Falkenhauser smiled:
"If it's murder, Scarred Man, I will definitely let you go and bet on you."
"But, no, it's not."
The Duke's eyes sharpened:
"The key to my gamble is not to kill someone."
"It's about betting on whether I, the Gaohe in the royal capital, can risk everything."
Gao He looked puzzled.
"Bet on him, bet on whether he wants to be like your brother."
Duke Falkenhaus's face suddenly turned cold. He swept all the chess pieces off the table with a wave of his hand: