Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 583 Hold on to your sword

Chapter 583 Hold on to your sword

In that second, Anke froze.

He looked at Tells blankly.

"Your Majesty will be very happy, very happy..."

The Xihuang people turned their heads absently and muttered to themselves.

"Is it, is it..."

Tells frowned.

"You know, this morning, Jane served my father softly. He cut a large piece of meat for this, and then ran back to the Emerald City-as if planned."

"What's the benefit?"

Taylors stared at Anke in a furious way:

"Help you get this big news, what's the benefit of Jane Kevin Deere and his South Bank leader?"

"Just to embarrass me and the royal family? Then watch you executed?"

Anke still lost his mind and remained silent for a long time.

"Anker?"

Thales had to increase the volume.

Bailar shuddered slightly and woke up.

He looked at Thiers blankly, his lips trembling, and he stopped talking.

"Do you know, Your Highness," A few seconds later, Anke finally spoke, but said nothing related to Tyers' question:

"If I die in a duel, or die in the hands of a guard, it's all I killed myself, nothing special."

Anke said blankly:

"But you, you said you wanted to give me a chance."

"But you know, when you stopped me, did you take a weight of life?"

He looked at Tyles, like a walking dead:

"That's brave."

"But it's stupid."

The next second, Anke's expression continued to change, and his face muscles tangled back and forth.

It seems that there is a fierce ideological struggle.

Not right.

Tells frowned:

Anker's performance is wrong.

"Interesting."

Tells had a calm tone, and followed his words:

"You know, more than one person has said that I am stupid-it's after I have put them in disgrace."

Tells remembered the people who said this: Nunn, Charman, Kessel...

But Bailar ignored the prince's words.

"But why did I agree? Why did I give you the sword?"

He is immersed in his own world, with words like renju:

"I'm just a chess piece, why should I think more?"

Anke said more and more excited until she wept bitterly.

"Maybe, maybe I still have a trace of stupidity," the noble Xihuang nobleman bit his teeth, but couldn't stop the tears on his cheeks:

"A touch of weakness, a touch of fluke."

"Want to believe."

"Go to rely."

His reaction made Taylors more suspicious.

"But when they were cooking me... I suddenly thought," Anke bit his lower lip and burst into tears:

"You are just one person."

Thales had to increase his appeasement to calm him down.

"If I believe you, I rely on you."

"But you..."

"Who can you trust and rely on?"

The next second, Anke suddenly won!

Regardless of the pain of his hands and feet being bound so hard, he ignored all the heinous wounds in his hands, and he exerted force on his hands, pulling Tyles in front of him!

The startled Taylors had to hold the other side of the recliner to maintain his balance.

At this moment, Taylors found that he and Anke faced each other face to face.

And the other person's eyes are full of... fear?

"Your Highness, you are just another piece, isn't it?"

Anke grabbed his hand, and his tremor reached its peak.

Another chess piece.

"What else did Jane tell you, Anker?"

"Why does he insist that I come to see you--since the matter is as irreparable as you said?"

Duke Xinghu stared at Bailar:

"What else does he have... other pieces?"

"What is it?"

Anke let out a painful whimper.

"Sane told me that it was wrong, and I shouldn't be lucky-there is no forgiveness in the desert, and desert is forgiveness!"

He breathed heavily and spoke incoherently, with unclear meaning:

"Your Highness, you should not be weak,"

"There is no disaster in the desert, all disasters in the world!"

Tells firmly grabbed Anke's hand, looked at his painful and fragile tears, more and more affirmed his judgment.

Anke is a chess piece.

But Jane... is not the whole game.

"Anker!"

Tyres stretched out his hand decisively, hugged Anke's head from both sides, and looked directly at his eyes.

As if to look into his soul.

"Think about your family, what is your purpose for coming to the king!"

Anke shuddered.

"We are the same person," the prince said irrefutably. "No matter what..."

"Let me help you."

Anke stared back at the prince, staring helplessly.

But Taylor's eyes were firm.

Aggressive.

He is not allowed to step back.

The next second, Anke exhaled.

With this breath, he seemed to have lost all his strength and fell back weakly on the recliner.

But Tells was stunned.

There were sobs in the air.

In front of the prince's eyes, the traumatized Anke was lying on the chair absently.

The young man bit his lip and trembled.

Tears rolled.

Anker Bailar.

There was a block in Tells' heart.

This person who dares to make a royal banquet in exchange for his own life in exchange for his family's future...

Cried.

Thales suddenly remembered Rolf.

That night, the wind ghost who lost all hope, wept in front of him.

Like... Anker Bailar at the moment.

The sigh sighed and sat down on the stool beside him, bowing his head decayed.

He suddenly lost interest in knowing the answer and didn't want to ask any more.

It was at this time.

"Tina."

Tells raised his head.

I saw Anke lying on the chair, sobbing, sobbing from his throat:

"Tina Emore."

The prince frowned:

"what?"

Anke took a deep breath, as if it would give him courage.

"Tina Emore, the daughter of the former Baron of Emory," he said intermittently: "She is living in Crow Town, at our Bailar's house."

Tells was puzzled.

"I don't understand, what does this have to do with her..."

Anke suddenly looked up!

"five years ago."

He turned up the volume and looked sullen, like a death row to the execution site:

"In the year when the "Bianjun Pioneer Tax Exemption Case" caused the most controversy, the baron of Emory Township, led by Xihuang, returned from playing with the blade, but contracted the epidemic of fog and died of his family.

Tells was startled.

"But Tina doesn't."

Anke stared at his eyes, staring at the prince:

"For five years, she tried to forget the past, stay incognito, and live with us as a maid-after I left my father's castle with my brother and sister."

Emory Town...

The family died...

Tells only remembered his memory and seemed to know each other.

"But as long as you go to my house and find Tina," Anker gasped, fear and pain entangled in his voice:

"She is the most powerful evidence of living."

"Her blood, her survival, her existence, her testimony can prove that five years ago, the entire family of Baron Emory was not killed by the disease."

The next second, Anke's voice became extremely cold, full of resentment:

"It was a few big figures from Xihuang who conspired together and secretly extinguished their mouths."

At that moment, Tells was very excited.

He remembered.

"Afterwards, the town of Emory was sealed to others, suppressing the situation, without incident."

"Informers include the top three families: Yingshenbao and Wingbao, and even Falkenhaus!"

He has heard about it.

Tells thought startled.

On the way back from the Sabertooth Camp to the Wing Star City.

In the mouth of Cohen’s cousin, Earl of Wingburg, Dele Croma.

but……

"why?"

Thales reacted and hurriedly asked:

"why!"

Anke gasped sweatingly, sneering with emotion.

"In order to turn the Sabertooth Camp into an amulet, to assimilate that sharp knife to normalcy, and to stretch the hand extended westward from the Fuxing Palace, Xihuang will have to endure the pain of being stabbed by the blade into the heart, and will sacrifice the small and medium nobles. Benefits-Obviously, the Baron Emory couldn’t help but the king’s decree hit him too much.”

"So much so that he intends to put aside his tacit understanding with the three big families, he is very hard, and even threatened to lead the soldiers to protest, detonating the contradiction, but forced Xihuang to take a clear stand against the Fuxing Palace!"

Tells changed his countenance, remembering what a duke said to him:

[Be aware that when your vassals and their subordinates are in a state of anger and public opinion, you standing in front of the tide have no choice but to follow the crowd. ?

[You don’t become their leader, they become their enemies. The first one falls between the inside and outside. ?

"The tragedy of the Emory family will be an appalling massacre across the kingdom-the three major families are selfish, preferring to sacrifice the interests of their subordinate lords, rather than killing the natural orthodox kingdom aristocracy and cleaning up the portal."

"This will expose the world to Xihuang's long-standing backwardness and autism, cruelty and conservatism."

Anke closed his eyes in pain and leaned back in the recliner:

"It is the opportunity and bargaining chip of your majesty's dream."

"It is an opportunity for the Fuxing Palace to completely break the deadlock."

Tells an excitement!

"The evidence is solid, there is no way to deny it, there is a huge crime, and the whole country is in an uproar. The three major families are irrefutable about the difficulties in domestic and foreign affairs.

"Either they obediently follow the example, let the Fuxing Palace take care of it, and accept everything his majesty has given them."

Anke was pale:

"Either..."

Tells was shocked and speechless.

King Kessel dreamt of, completely tame Xihuang's chips.

Hold in Bailar's hand.

But why, why...

Too many unthinkable things came together, and his head was squeezed in a trance.

The room was silent for a long time.

"Anyway, with this chip, your majesty will be very happy."

"very happy……"

Anke lifted up subconsciously, and the straps made the recliner sound:

"Use it, Your Highness, use this chip."

"Use it to plead your majesty," Anke bit his teeth as if to crush the most precious thing in his mouth:

"I'm going to die without doubt, but please look at him for the sake of the chips... keep the Bailar family and protect my younger sister."

Thinking about the logic behind this, Taylors took a deep breath and recovered.

"Why, why say it now?"

The prince puzzledly asked the tormented soul in front of him:

"If you made up your mind, why didn't you take it to the mystery department and even bargain with my father?"

Anke's expression collapsed, the madness in his eyes and the ruthlessness of all his eyes disappeared instantly.

"So, Your Highness, at what cost?"

Anke replied dumbly.

Tells understood it and looked at him sadly:

"all."

The young man gave a numb and desperate smile and nodded:

"The Baylar family will become a traitor, and all will be targeted."

"In the game of Xihuang, we will no longer have choices, no more freedom, no more... the future."

Tyres held his shoulder.

In the next second, Anke's eyes dimmed, his voice oozing endless pain and remorse:

"And Tina, Tina..."

"She will always, never, never forgive me."

Bailar's words fell, and the whole person stared blankly at the void, no longer moving.

Like walking dead.

Attributed to death.

"That girl named Tina."

After a while, Tells spoke hard:

"Who is she?"

Anke did not answer.

He just glanced at Tyres blushingly, hitting the back of the chair backwards, making a painful sob between his teeth.

At that moment, Taylors seemed to return to the narrow Ballard room.

"She's fine?" the prince asked stunned.

Anke gasped in a trance.

"the best."

"But now, it doesn't matter anymore."

Anke no longer looked at him, numbly said:

"It doesn't matter anymore."

There was silence in the execution room.

But Thales was confused.

Jane knows this? Or does Jane know that Anker has chips?

"That's...Jane asked you to tell me?"

"An irresistible bargaining chip, an opportunity for the royal family to completely crush Xihuang?"

Anke nodded absently:

"Yes."

"But neither."

Tells frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Anke looked up and looked at Tyers bitterly

"In order to save my family, I did ask Duke Kevin Deere for help to facilitate my break into the banquet."

"But not him."

Anke Youyou said:

"He just, another piece."

Jane is just... another pawn?

Tells was startled.

"I do not understand."

Anke gasped for a few seconds, looking painful, as if the effectiveness of Chaka was fading.

But Thales could not care so much.

"Before that, when I was looking around, I asked another person for help."

Someone else.

"He went to the meeting with a sword and duel before people to save the family's plan, he reminded me." Anke's words intermittently, with a double heartbreak and despair.

"What?" Thales suddenly felt that he felt the back of the game.

Take the sword to the meeting.

duel.

"Who?"

The prince pressed on Anke's shoulder in shock, shaking him to ask:

"Who is that?"

Anker hissed in pain, but he still smiled bitterly and said:

"But he was indifferent. He refused to help me. I even threatened him with this chip, but he just laughed..."

"He finally said that my only chance to save the Bailar family can only be found in the king's capital and on one person."

Anker's bloodshot eyes were locked on Thales:

"He also said that in case I failed, in case I had to use this chip..."

"Must give it to you."

"It can only be given to you."

Jane is just a pawn...

Someone.

The game was set...

There are others.

Tyers couldn't bear it any longer, his hands squeezing Anke's shoulder became stronger:

"Who?"

Those who drove Anke to death...

People who sneer at moving chess pieces...

The man who pushed himself and D.D. to a dead end...

In anger, the prince blew his eyes:

"Who is the person behind this banquet farce?"

The noise made by Tells was not small, and the footsteps of Nob and Raphael hurriedly sounded from the rear:

"Your Highness? What happened?"

But Tyers ignored it, he just held Anker and waited for his answer.

The man hiding behind the scenes...

The person who stood by and watched...

The man who even hinted at Jen, led Anker, and pushed himself to find this so-called "Your Majesty will be happy" chip, even at the end, detonated all the contradictions in the kingdom...

"He wants me to tell you, Your Highness..."

Anke gasped in pain, holding his last strength, close to Tyers' ear:

"The carriage will be gone, what do you want?"

Tells was shocked!

what?

At that moment, it seemed that time had stopped.

Together with his thinking.

The carriage...will go away.

carriage?

but……

Tells looked at the dying Anke in amazement.

its not right.

impossible.

How could it be...

"It's too dangerous, Your Highness, stay away from him!" The footsteps in the rear were getting closer.

Anker Bailar gave a pale and numb smile: "He also said..."

"Now that I gave it to you, hold it tight..."

In that second, Taylor's eyes widened suddenly!

Before being completely comatose, Anker put his ears **** Tyers' ears and hissed out the last few words:

"Hold on...your sword."

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Xihuangling, Ruins, Fusha Palace.

In the simple and solemn room, Dele Croma put down the teacup and glanced at the chessboard on the table.

"Do you want to take this step?"

He asked the people across the board decently and politely: "Master Duke?"

"Humph……"

Opposite him, the master of the ruins, Cyril Falkenhaus, stared at the chessboard comfortably, not panicking, contemplating and meditating-but even more terrifying.

"Patience, young man, patience..."

"Good chess never comes overnight."

Duke Xihuang didn't care about changing his sitting posture, stroking the teacup with his chest in mind.

Dele was silent for a second, expressionless.

"but……"

The young Earl of Wingburg was very sincere. He pointed to the black king on the chessboard surrounded by white chess, who was lonely and desperate:

"You are the only one left."

Falkenhaus froze his hand touching the teacup.

Dele pointed out the truth more mercilessly:

"No matter how I go, I will be the next general."

Falkenhaus frowned slightly.

"What do you know."

Looking at the overwhelming situation on the chessboard, the Duke Lord coughed in time to cover up the reddish old face:

"The situation on the chessboard is only shallow and external, and more importantly, the players."

He stretched out his fingers, pointedly pointed to Dele, and then to himself.

"As the so-called chess meets the opponent, little Dele, remember, we are playing chess with people, not chess pieces."

Chess player.

Dele narrowed his eyes.

Falkenhaus smiled coldly and dropped his son gently.

The king shifted.

Decent style.

Imposing.

Dele squinted at him, sighed with relief, and reached for his next step.

"and many more!"

Falkenhaus snarled!

Dele's hand stopped in midair.

I saw Duke Xihuang bent down and looked at the chess with profound expression.

"let me think again……"

Under Dele's incredible gaze, the next second, Falkenhaus stretched out his hand with ease and brought the only king back into place.

"Well, think again, think again..."

Dele's hand hangs in frustration.

"Sir, this is the only step left, you go back and forth..."

The young Earl Croma sighed heavily:

"Otherwise, this game will be considered invalid--"

"Eh! How about that!"

Falkenhaus shot his thigh!

"We have bets!"

He severely interrupted the Earl of Wingburg, his eyes were sharp and imposing.

"And this is a wonderful sword!"

Falkenhaus pointed to the sword in the distance to make a chess bet, and said seriously:

"Don't you know that my saber has just been given away!"

what.

The whole kingdom knows it.

Good literacy made Dele only roll his eyes in his heart.

"But you are about to lose-this sword is so good, it has something to do with you?"

He smiled gracefully, piercing the Duke's heart mercilessly with vulgar language.

But unexpectedly, Falkenhaus just grinned, gently rubbed his cane, and resumed the master's style.

"The situation on the chessboard is only a shallow external appearance, what matters is the chess player..."

"As the so-called chess meets the opponent, little Dele, remember, we are playing chess with people, not with chess pieces..."

Dele shook his head in a trance, confirming that it wasn't time to go backwards, he exhaled in pain, and covered his forehead helplessly.

Falkenhaus spotted his movements, narrowed his eyes, and took the opportunity to reach out.

"It's no use secretly to move my pieces, Lord Duke," Count Wingpu buried his head in his hands. He didn't look at it but he didn't know the prophet:

"You have only one king left."

The captured Falkenhaus did not change his face, and naturally withdrew his opponent's hand.

Expressive.

No guilt.

Dele looked up and looked straight.

"Seriously," Earl Wingburg stopped looking at the chessboard:

"Send such a big chip like this, you should really be thankful for my good temper..."

"If the Earl of Bozdorf is here, he must have taken his soldiers straight to the town of Crow, until the orphan daughter of the Emery family was burned to ashes."

Falkenhaus was unheard of.

He just stared at the chessboard carefully, staring at his only remaining king.

It seems to be able to stare at a miracle.

"You seem to be under pressure, and I seem to have no chance," the Duke focused on the game and muttered to himself: "But where is the turnaround..."

Dele glanced at him and tentatively said:

"Of course, if the black lion knows now, he should also take his soldiers straight to the ruins until he breaks your other leg."

Falkenhaus was still immersed in his chess game, scratching his chin and thinking hard:

"It's dead to go any way, you bastard, it's worthy of being taught by Karabyan..."

Dele hummed disdainfully:

"At this step, are you sure you are right?"

"In the event that Your Majesty will sue the world tomorrow, count the counts and force us, um, for example, to abolish the army and raise the tax rate to hand over the appointment and removal of officials, and the Earl of Bozdorf is unworthy of humiliation and leads the uprising?"

The Earl of Wingburg looked coldly at Falkenhaus.

But the Duke ignored him.

"It doesn't matter. Chess is not the key, it's not the key," Falkenhaus pondered, rubbing his palm, as if to pull a piece from it:

"The key is the person playing chess... think about it, Cyril, think about it again, there must be a way..."

But the next second, Dele's momentum changed.

"But say it beforehand, Lord Duke," he stared somberly at the self-talking Duke Xihuang:

"If the ending is not good, I don't plan to die with you."

"Yibao has its own place."

However, Falkenhaus deafened and stared at his bare king:

"It's okay, keep thinking, keep thinking, thinking of darkness or dawn, there must be a way to break..."

It's dark...

Dawn...

Dele looked up and looked at the position of the sun, only to feel cold for a while.

"Okay, Master Cyril."

Dele, who had long lost his mood, pushed down his white king with one finger, and impatiently said, "Isn't it a game of chess?"

"I surrender."

It was at this time.

"Snapped!"

Falkenhaus slammed his thighs!

"look!"

The portrait of the Duke immersed in the chessboard world suddenly came to life and returned to the real world.

"look--"

He pointed to the white king who was pushed down by Dele, grabbed his black king, and laughed excitedly:

"Don't you win!"

Looking at the Duke Xihuang who was laughing constantly, Dele's expression twitched.

Win you paralysis...

Falkenhaus put down the pieces, full of emotion, and his voice was too long:

"It can be seen that perseverance always pays off, and the hard work is king..."

The convulsions on Dele's face grew too much.

Falkenhaus looked at the outside of the Floating Sand Palace, as if being ploughed by a razor of nature, the ruthless ruins of the ruins of the ruins, and suddenly a great passion shot the desktop:

"This scene and this game wins every time, when it is a big show!"

The Earl of Wingburg could no longer support him, he sighed helplessly and buried his face in his palm again.

"Playing chess, playing chess, and sure enough, it wasn't a chess game or a chess piece," Falkenhaus smiled happily:

"It's a chess player."

Dele gave a polite and helpless smile.

Chess player you are paralyzed.

"Like you, Little Dele, you are still too young, too anxious to admit defeat..."

Dele can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, two hours of the whole game, you only have to rely on the last step for an hour and a half..."

He stood up and left neatly, not forgetting soaringly:

"Who the **** can win you."

Looking at the other person's back, Falkenhaus smiled softly.

He turned back and stared at the black king standing on his chessboard.

"My uncle can," the Duke sighed softly:

"Midell can too."

Thinking of this, Duke Xihuang's face changed.

He stood up in a panic, shouting anxiously:

"Well, leave me that sword!"

"Finally, the bet won!"

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