Kingdom's Bloodline

Chapter 611 Flop

"Trust you? The only way? There is no better choice?"

King Kessel chewed on these words thoughtfully.

Thales controlled his breathing and stared at the king.

The king paused for a while and sneered.

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter was terrible, and the surrounding lights flickered.

Thales clenched his fists unknowingly, but felt his chest was dull and the surrounding air was also heavy.

But he has nowhere to go.

The laughter slowly disappeared.

"As far as I can see, Duke Thales of Star Lake Castle," the iron-fisted king's tone calmed down, but he became more frightening:

"The crown is not on your head."

crown.

An inexplicable heart palpitations hit Thales, making Thales breathing slightly confused.

"Even if you don't go this way," the king said lightly:

"The wheels of the kingdom are also destined to never stop."

The young man pressed his fist against the table, feeling the oppression and pain from the fist and the strange agitation of the sin of the prison river.

He knows what the other person cares about.

he knows.

Or, he thought he knew?

Thales took a few deep breaths and raised his head:

"Of course, you are the supreme king of all the stars."

The Ironfist King was expressionless.

"You can just ignore me, sneer at Xihuang, and vote down this proposal."

Thales adjusted his mood and shifted the subject.

"Anyway, you are full of confidence, and the cards in your hand are more than just the'Sand King'."

He pointed to the letter on the table, maintaining a steady tone:

"Just like you can threaten Jane to replace Xihuang, force Nanan to lead you to pull the cart, change place, and do it again."

King Kessel did not bother to sneer.

"But what's the price?"

In the next second, Thales changed his head:

"In order to implement the'Sand King', father, how much have you invested and how much have you paid?"

Listening to Thales, King Kessel frowned slightly.

"Whether it is the costly preliminary preparations, the staggering scale of the royal standing army, or the western front line that has been in operation for more than ten years..."

The prince did not rush, and said:

"Human and financial resources, including the political game behind the scenes, are not easy tasks, even the timing is too rare-it's not that there is a hapless prince out every year, so you can use it as an excuse and bait. of."

The king snorted.

"If you plan to succeed and reap huge profits, then these costs are nothing, but now, now..."

Thales paused and looked at each other.

King Kessel pursed his lips, his face tense.

"I guess, the reason why Chief Qiu Ke was crying poor at the Imperial Conference, and the reason why the Finance and Taxation Department had insufficient budget," Thales opened his arms to the discussion table:

"At the root of it, or did you mobilize the standing army for expeditions for the'Sand King', arrogant soldiers, and drained the treasury?"

At that moment, King Kessel raised his eyes suddenly, his gaze sharp as if it were real, and he forced him every inch of Thales.

The atmosphere inside is extremely depressing.

"The bargaining chip, the orphan of the Emory family."

After a few seconds, the king said coldly:

"where is she?"

The boy exhaled and glanced at Jen's letter:

"That said, father, you are not reconciled, and you don't want to just give up the efforts of the'Sand King' in vain, deny yourself and give up all your previous achievements."

The eyes of the Ironfist King are getting colder and colder.

But Thales' tone became more severe. He withstood the pressure and insisted on finishing his words:

"Otherwise, father, your so-called'Sand King' plan is tantamount to a tyrannical act of wilfulness."

"The gain is not worth the loss, and it hurts the kingdom."

"The sin is forever."

At that moment, the cold light in King Kessel's eyes reached the peak, and there was nothing to add.

The unextinguishable lights in the room seemed to feel something, flashing violently in this second, as if shivering.

"It seems that the sword that Falkenhausen gave you is really useful."

The king's meal is profound and ominous:

"Make you arrogant and arrogant."

But the prince just gave a wry smile, ignoring the king's hint.

"But it's not over yet."

The iron-fisted king's eyes locked on Thales, almost nailing him through.

Taylor said:

"Following the defeat of the'Sand King'..."

"The Royal Standing Army regained the camp of Bladeya, disarmed and retreated, and died down."

"The people from Xihuang went back to their hometown in frustration, with a sullen face, and considered themselves unlucky."

"The second prince arrived in the royal capital safely.

"These appearances of calm and tranquility keep the vast majority of people in the kingdom in the dark: they sleep peacefully and don't know the truth."

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"Father, you and Falkenhauser-if he is the only one-you all know the undercurrents of the'Sand King', know what happened a few months ago, and nothing happened. "

King Kessel said nothing, but his eyes were faint, reflecting the reflection of the lights.

"When you all passed by, you saw the sharp blade behind each other."

"It's just that both sides have superb acting skills and sufficient restraint to pretend to be ignorant, smile to meet each other, and maintain the most hypocritical peace and the most fragile tacit understanding."

boom.

Thales' palms were heavily supported on the desktop, shaking the surrounding unextinguishable lights flickering.

"Trust me, father, this is the last step between Fuxing Palace and the Western Wilderness."

"Behind you is the 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 unextinguishable lamp behind him dimmed, pulling the king's profile into the darkness.

Thales took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"At that time, if you want to deprive the princes of the Western Wilderness of the army and station and 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 his side face in a dark place with no light.

"Admit it, father."

"The failure of'Sand King' left a big mess, pushing you and Xihuang onto the cliff, and you have no room for maneuver unless you give up completely to reach Xihuang."

Thales paused, giving him time to think.

Just now.

"Who?"

The king's voice sounded faintly, as if nothing.

"what?"

Thales was puzzled:

"What who?"

King Kessel had a complicated expression.

"When you left in the morning, you were full of women."

woman.

Thales frowned.

"You were utterly utterly utterly utterly unconscious," the king said coldly, light and shadow appearing on his face at the same time, "you don't have the confidence and courage you have now."

"Kingdom, politics, all these things, you, who was dazzled by women, don't care this morning, let alone sacrificing yourself to go to the palace and make a statement."

King Kessel leaned forward slightly, staring at Thales intriguingly:

"Outside the palace, what changed you?"

Thales was startled.

What changed me?

He recovered, gritted his teeth and said:

"That's not important," Thales tried to make himself sound more sincere:

"The important thing is, father."

"Now, when desperate, we have another choice."

King Kessel pursed his lips.

Thales suppressed the restless ending power, slowed down, and tentatively said:

"Falkenhauser took the lead in taking a step back and offered the most powerful bargaining chip for this, enough to clamp down on the Xihuang people."

King Kessel turned his head and grunted uncomfortably:

"Emorey."

The prince nodded and stared at the king:

"Accepting it, not to mention making big profits, at least there is a chance to make up for the huge losses of the'Sand King'."

"Accepting it may not be done once and for all, but it can avoid the worst consequences as much as possible."

"Accept it, let me come forward to communicate, give us a chance, and give us a step forward."

The king hummed softly, noncommittal.

"Believe me, this is the only way, both in reality and in the long run. It is also the most efficient, easiest, most peaceful, and the closest to success."

Thales became eager unconsciously:

"If you still want to complete the'Sand King', father, at least not let it become 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 just get angry on impulsiveness, and don't drag it to death."

"Let me do it and finish it now, now."

"Before it's too late."

When the voice fell, King Kessel did not immediately answer.

He looked at Thales carefully, as if trying to see every detail on his face.

This made Thales feel nervous.

well.

Thales watched the king's reaction and silently cheered himself up.

This is indeed something he cares about.

At least, he still cares.

Fortunately, he still cares.

Hope, he still cares.

After ten seconds, the king hummed softly.

"The sky is falling in chaos, and the mouth is full of words."

King Kessel changed his sitting position and spoke softly:

"But you avoid the importance and ignore the most important point."

Thales' heart shuddered.

The king turned his head in a playful tone:

"That is: even if I accept this proposal, why is it necessary for the'Sand King' to be implemented by you?"

"Duke Thales?"

At that second, Thales' eyelids twitched.

He pressed his knees subconsciously.

"Because Falkenhaus gave me the bargaining chip."

Thales took a deep breath and met the king's gaze:

"And I, as an introducer, intermediary and guarantor, have some commissions, right?"

King Kessel snorted softly.

"So, this is actually a transaction."

The king stared at Thales, his tone increasingly dangerous,:

"The... two-party transaction between Falkenhauser and me."

transaction.

Thales clenched his fists.

"You can understand that."

"But my existence is one of the conditions for Falkenhauser to accept the transaction."

"From this transaction, you will get, I mean, gradually get the Western Wilderness and realize the'Sand King'," the prince tried to find logic and tried to convince the king:

"The price is just..."

In the next second, King Kessel looked up suddenly, his eyes flashing like electricity, and choked Thales in his mouth.

"No," the king said softly, chilling his back:

"You are not a guarantee or an intermediary."

Kessel's eyes were like a sword, and he pierced Thales:

"You, you are the real bargaining chip."

"Tyles Star."

"Heir to the throne."

Thales stopped breathing.

"In this deal, I'll hand you over to him," the king said slowly, but every word made people uneasy: "He gave me the Western Wilderness."

"Is not it."

Thales frowned tightly.

Damn it.

He will not let this go.

"Listen, father."

He had to start organizing the language again:

"I know what you are worried about."

Thales racked his brains:

"But please relax. I will not intervene in specific affairs. I will not participate in the issuance of any decree. I will not touch even a soldier’s file. I am only responsible for negotiating with the Xihuang people-not too complicated, or even As long as a letter mentions this bargaining chip, coupled with the cooperation of Falkenhauser, they will quickly understand the pros and cons."

"All the rest is up to you—"

At this moment, the king suddenly said loudly, interrupting the prince:

"And people will understand!"

Thales was stunned for a while, and saw King Kessel sitting upright, with overlapping light and shadow on his face, intertwining light and dark.

"People will understand that in Fuxing Palace, there is another person besides the king."

The king's accent bit on the "other person" and Thales could not help but breathe.

"No matter what problems they encounter with the king, any."

"Just find this person..."

King Kessel stared at Thales, as if strangling his neck in the air:

"The price will not be so high, and the scene will not be so ugly."

The king squinted his eyes and his tone was chilling:

"Because he has a sword in his hand."

"It can resist the crown."

"Is this what you want?"

The words of King Kessel continued, and every word seemed to be poisonous:

"The future... Thales I?"

At that moment, Thales' thinking was frozen.

"So, is this also what you care about?"

After a few seconds, Thales breathed in a trance, and said with difficulty.

"Whether it's closing down the Mindith Hall, censoring my guards, or calling me into the palace to strike a warning, is this also?"

"Tell everyone-there is no ‘other person’ in the palace?"

King Kessel did not answer, but snorted and leaned back in his chair.

"Hand over that orphan, that bargaining chip."

The iron-fisted king's eyes sharpened, his words were stern and decisive:

"As for you to go to the palace and seek rebellion, it is the crime of punishment,"

"Just leave it alone."

Thales raised his head, looking at the king with mixed feelings.

"As you said," King Kessel closed his eyes with a calm expression: "Before it's too late."

"End it."

Thales suppressed his resentment and gritted his teeth:

"But, it's up to me to contact Xihuang people..."

But King Kessel only raised a finger gently.

Stopped Thales' words.

"Forget it."

The king expressionlessly said softly:

"For your own benefit, after handing over that orphan, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to come forward, let alone intervene."

"Continue to be your Duke of Xinghu with peace of mind."

Thales was slightly cold.

"that's it."

The king said coldly:

"Don't talk about conditions."

"Don't get in the way."

Out of the way.

In the next second, the king opened his eyes and turned his words:

"So, your guards in Mindis Hall..."

"And those loyal fools who followed you through the palace and rebelled..."

Listening to the threatening words of the other party, Thales' eyelids twitched.

Just listen to King Kessel whispered:

"There is no need to be'replaced'."

Replace.

The two fell silent, and the Ballard room returned to silence.

Thales suddenly understood.

He understands what the other party cares about since he made this proposal.

This makes him a little tired.

"I don't understand," Thales lowered his head and sneered.

"Neither you nor Falkenhausen, why can everyone's eyes only see-that crown?"

King Kessel glanced at him.

"It really is so mysterious and valuable, enough to capture everyone's soul?"

"What we're talking about is clearly the future of the kingdom," Thales raised his eyebrows, speaking unrelentingly:

"And you, are you born for the stars or live for the crown?"

King Kessel heard this, hummed indifferently, and raised his mouth.

"You don't understand, maybe it's because..."

"It's not on you yet."

Thales gritted his teeth.

In the next second, the king's expression sharpened.

"I ask again: the orphan of the Emory family, where is she?"

Thales clenched his teeth, ignored the faint threat in the other's tone, and forced himself to calm down.

He could not persuade him.

At least not in this way.

This is not enough.

Far from enough.

Thales took a deep breath.

He wants 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, with a playful tone:

"Do not?"

Thales held his head high and looked awe-inspiring.

"Yes."

"If you don't accept my terms," ??the prince hardened:

"Then there will be no bargaining, no bargaining chips, no Emore's orphan, no surrender from the Western Wilds, and no active cooperation from Falkenhauser."

Thales snorted:

"Say goodbye to your Xihuang."

The king's pupils tightened slightly.

"Then if you go to the palace to rebel, you will no longer have forgiveness and immunity."

"Correct!"

Thales answered without hesitation:

"But you, father, you will endure the great trauma and depletion of the failure of the'Sand King', fall into the predicament of the Western Famine, and drift away from what you want in your heart."

The king frowned.

Thales paused and chuckled:

"Of course, with the character of the iron-fisted king, of course you will not give up. You will definitely come up with new ways to repair the Western Wilderness, deceive and swindle, swindle and snatch, and promise not to stop until you achieve your goal.

Speaking of this, Thales is solemn:

"Then, you will slide down the abyss and explode the Western Desolation in the next failure.

"It's like detonating an eternal oil drum."

Thales lowered his head and glanced at King Kessel coldly:

"Trust me, I've seen it, that scene is unforgettable."

The iron-fisted king looked cold:

"Are you threatening me?"

"No," Thales snorted and shook his head:

"I'm just showing you: the future rule of Kessel Canxing V."

Thales' smile disappeared:

"Western Wilderness is just the beginning. When it gets out of control and can't be dealt with at all..."

"You will finally ignite—the whole kingdom."

King Kessel's expression became more and more ugly.

"Tell me, father, you really want to be in your own time..."

Telston gave a moment.

He stared at the king, took a deep breath, and said word by word: "See the next one—"

"The Scarlet Year?"

The **** year.

The voice fell.

The room was silent.

King Kessel was silent, even more immobile.

Only one pair of eyes looked at the void faintly, reflecting the lights.

It seems to not 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 holding the chips."

In the next moment, Thales was full of spirits, only to feel the sin of the prison river growl angrily in his veins, bringing a tingling sensation like a glow in his back.

Makes him restless.

"You should ask yourself: if I don't accept your terms, if I don't want to give you the weight of a crown," the king said slowly and crippled:

"Then you would rather die with your chips in your hands and just sit on the sidelines..."

"Watching the stars fall to the ground, the kingdom burns?"

Thales was holding back the power of the end, but he couldn't help being stunned.

King Kessel lowered his forehead slightly, his gaze shot, as if the sword blade touched him.

"Tell me, Thales Canxing."

Thales forced himself to look at him, but still swallowed unconsciously.

"Do you want to witness the **** year with your own eyes in your lifetime?"

The king downplayed authentically:

"Trust me, I have seen it."

"That scene is unforgettable."

Thales stopped breathing, waiting to refute, but he stopped talking.

The king sneered.

"Look, if you really understand what'born for the stars' is, then you shouldn't hesitate about this question."

"As for whether the'Sand King' is executed by you, you shouldn't care."

Thales was startled when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to answer.

"So, this will be the last time I ask you," the king's voice gradually strengthened, no longer indifferent, like a sharp blade out of its sheath, "this is your last chance."

"That chip, the orphan of Emory."

"where is it?"

Thales lowered his head and bit his lip.

not enough.

not enough.

King Kessel will not accept his terms.

He will not tolerate any "transactions" beyond his control.

It will not allow even a slight flaw on the crown.

Kingdom, interest, even the **** year, these are not enough to convince King Kessel.

Not enough to persuade-the iron fisted king.

The rhetoric, coercion and temptation are all ineffective.

He has to do more.

More.

More!

The crime of the prison river seemed to sense his mood, and it surged and overflowed all over his body.

[If you want to enter this circle, Thales, or even climb to the top. 】

[The first thing to do is to bow your head and proclaim your courtiers, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas rule all of you, and turn you into something you can’t recognize. Only in this way can you start playing. This game can be played well. 】

Bow down

Open your mind and body.

Become... an appearance that he can't recognize.

So, in any case, he has to play this card.

Even if it means a dead end.

Amidst the excitement roar of Hell River Sin, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:

"Father, listen..."

But the next second, his father snorted and interrupted him by shaking his head:

"Well, I see what you mean, kid."

King Kessel moved his eyes and uttered a name:

"Baylar."

Thales was taken aback:

"what?"

The king rubbed the back of his hand lightly, thinking:

"That assassin in the banquet duel is called this name, right?"

Thales clenched his fists.

Baylar.

what?

"I guess, because Falkenhauser gave you that sword, that bargaining chip, that orphan, you became confident, confident, and brave enough to achieve your goals by trespassing in the palace."

King Kessel put away the harshness in his tone and returned to calm:

"But you weren't like this at the beginning-at least when you left here: before and after you leave the palace, you are like two people."

"Then this bargaining chip to make 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 in a banquet duel."

King Kessel looked indifferent, rubbing the back of his hand intently:

"He happened to be one of the people you met in the secret department after you left the palace today."

"It also happens to be one of the few people who can talk to you about kingdom politics, and also happens to be from the Western Famine."

"The orphan of Emory and the skull with four eyes, they also happen to be from the Western Wilderness."

"Midier said before his death: There is no coincidence in politics."

At that moment, Thales' brain stiffened.

what……

King Kessel raised his head, looked at him, and sneered:

"So that's why, at your homecoming banquet, the assassin didn't want to commit suicide after failing, but dropped his weapon."

The king stared at him like a hunter holding his prey:

"Because he counts on you."

"Looking on that famously compassionate Prince Thales, go back to him afterwards."

"So I can give you the real sword of Falkenhauser, the bargaining chip that can overturn the Western Wilderness-Emore's orphan."

Thales forced himself to maintain his expression, but unknowingly sweated.

The king stared:

"Also, only for you."

"To attack me."

"Overturned."

Hearing this, Thales was breathing disorderly.

impossible.

Do not.

His chips, the only card he can use to bargain with King Kessel...

In this way, easily opened by the opponent?

The king chuckled and stopped looking at Thales.

It seems that the latter is no longer important.

"It's okay, Morat will pry everything out of his mouth."

King Kessel said leisurely:

"Including that orphan."

Pry out everything.

Thales' pupils slowly dilated.

Baylar.

Anker Baylar.

[Thank you, Your Highness. 】

[Thank you for your willingness to come here to listen to my voice-or last words. 】

[Although there is no sunshine here, it is not so dark, right. 】

Do not.

Thinking of this, Thales took a breath and gritted his teeth with difficulty:

"No, you are wrong. Falkenhauser has a secret communication channel with me..."

"That's someone else," Kessel V interrupted him without hesitation: "Other people you met after you left the palace."

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to know that this orphan is alive."

The king did not look at him:

"Regardless of the people you meet when you go out of the palace, or wherever you have been, the secret department will know what to do."

People encountered.

Places visited.

Lilian, Jenny, the abandoned house...

Do not.

Thales couldn't believe it, his breathing gradually stiffened.

King Kessel raised his brows in a relaxed tone:

"Relax, that orphan, with the support of the royal family, she will soon regain her title and become Baroness Emory."

"Her last name is destined to stay in history."

The king is authentic:

"If her father knew about it after his death, maybe he would be proud of it?"

The name stays in history.

Thales was in a trance.

[So, your Highness, what is the price? 】

[The Bailar family will become a betrayer, a target of public criticism. 】

[Tina, she will never, never, never forgive me. 】

Do not.

Do not!

Thales looked up suddenly!

Under the urging of the crime of the prison river, an unprecedented resentment flooded his chest.

The boy no longer concealed it, but stared at the king angrily.

"You didn't listen to me seriously at all, did you?"

Thales gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"You talked to me for so long, just trying to figure out where did I know about the orphan Emory."

King Kessel sneered indifferently.

"Thank you, boy, but your mission is complete."

"By the way, no matter who is following you to perform this farce," the king said calmly, but he said: "They will pay the price."

"For your folly."

Thales took a breath.

Wya, Rolf, D.D, Glover, and Cohen who was tricked by himself...

Do not.

"You can't do this." The prince said with difficulty.

"Remember, I didn't give you a chance-many chances."

King Kessel didn't even go to see him, and responded indifferently:

"You gave up yourself."

The King of Iron Fist gently stretched out his hand and moved the handle on the table to inform the people outside.

"Now, get out of my meeting room."

He used a deep voice to make a conclusion for the whole conversation:

"Go and ask the Pioneer Mariko: How many lashes should you get if you break into the palace without permission and offend the king."

At that moment, Thales only felt terribly cold.

————

West Wilderness collar, Ruins, Fusha Palace.

"Oh, Scared Man, come here and play chess with me!"

The Duke Falkenhaus by the window tightened his cloak and beckoned to the desolate man behind the pillar.

The tall and strong Desolate Man turned his head, approached the Duke, and shook his braid back and forth.

A younger guard looked at the jagged tattoo on the Desolate Man, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword vigilantly, but was held down by another older guard.

The Wild Bones walked past this nervous young guard without looking at him, as if he was used to it.

He came to the Duke of Western Wilderness, smashed his **** on the chair rudely, looked at the chessboard between the two, and frowned.

Falkenhauser gestured happily.

The Huangguren shook his head, his words stiff and ugly:

"Go Hyuk, no."

Falkenhauser sighed and waved his hand quickly:

"I know, I know, otherwise what am I looking for?"

Gao He was taken aback for a moment, looked at the chessboard, and then at the Duke, with a look of contempt.

He pointed to the moon in the sand outside the window:

"Little crow's head, go, chase."

Goh's words were awkward and hard to understand, but Falkenhause seemed to be in no trouble, and he shook his head.

"No, no, let Deler go. He has to rush back to Wing Castle to prepare for the important tasks," the Duke looked at the record of the afternoon's victory and defeat with pain:

"Furthermore, why do you chase him back? I can't play him again."

"Little bone cub, here, chase."

"My son's chess art was taught by me. Playing with him... boring."

Falkenhauser slapped:

"Come on, play chess!"

Gao He grunted, stretched out his hand, and moved the chess piece randomly.

"Oh, how can you move the queen first, Scarred, it's not like that, but it doesn't matter, look, I will eat it..."

"Humph."

"Tsk tusk tusk, you are not clever at this step, it is equivalent to giving me a child to eat, patty! Hahaha!"

"Gooh, don't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will understand if you lose too much..."

"Go Hyuk, Fan."

"Don't go, let the servant give you what you want to eat and drink, come and come, you see me step..."

"Go Hye, kill!"

"Ouch, don't be angry, scared man, just play chess, the outcome is not important..."

After going back and forth, Falkenhausen played happily. Not long after, the chessboard was already full of chess pieces that Goh had taken.

After the last step, the Duke grasped Gao He's hand contentedly, pushed down the latter's king, fell back on the chair, and sighed:

"Ah, it's been a long time since I had such a fun and dripping victory! Cool! Cool! Cool!"

Falkenhauser leaned in the chair, shaking his head.

However, the Skeleton Man stared at Falkenhauser with a contented face, and muttered:

"Bone cub, kill."

As soon as he said this, Falkenhauser's smile disappeared instantly.

The Duke left the back of his chair and looked at the Desolate Man coldly, his face disgusting and terrifying.

And Go Hyuk glared back at him without showing any weakness.

A few seconds later, the Duke of Western Wilderness chuckled and waved his hand:

"Nonsense, I'm playing chess, it's okay to kill anyone."

But Gao He shook his head, his eyes became scary.

The guards around felt uncomfortable.

"Bone cub," The Desolate Man said solemnly:

"Kill, kill."

Falkenhauser's smile solidified again.

He pointed to Gao He and shook his head:

"you……"

"Bone cub, deceive," Gao He gritted his teeth, and instantly became ugly:

"Go Hyuk, kill! Kill!"

The Desolate Man's abnormality made the surrounding Duke's guards nervous, until Falkenhauser raised his hand and signaled that there was nothing wrong.

The lord of the ruins sighed.

"Well, I'm telling the truth," Falkenhauser held up the chessboard, looking far-sighted.

"I'm a little irritable."

Only you can tell, Scar Man.

The guardian duke of the Western Wilderness looked out the window in a daze:

"You know, when you wait, it's the worst."

Gao Hyuk gave a cruel smile:

"kill?"

The Duke shook his head in disdain:

"Oh, I can't be happy to kill!"

Gao He was obviously disappointed, he murmured, got up and left in disappointment.

"Tell me, Scar Man."

When Gao He turned around, Falkenhauser suddenly spoke:

"Have you ever gambled? Just... give money, say one thing, and if you get it right, you win?"

The Desolate Man frowned, thought for a moment, and shook his head:

"Go Hyuk, no."

"At least you've seen others betting," Falkenhauser sighed.

"I mean, before you open the prisoner-of-war bar and escape from the Shalarun department with my back?"

Gao He thought carefully for a while, his brows tightening.

Seeing his appearance, Falkenhauser said helplessly: "Well, I won't make it difficult for you..."

"Fifty-eight before the migration period," Gao He suddenly said, interrupting him: "Kaligli, the cage."

"Luma, bet."

Falkenhauser's expression changed, and he patted the table in front of him with interest.

Gao He sat down again.

"Well, so, when your tribe went to Caligri, you played the cage... Who did your brother bet on? Clan fighters? Slaves? Exiles? Sand thief? Or beasts?"

The wild bones show coldness:

"Go Hyuk, kill."

Falkenhauser's eyes lit up:

"Ha, your brother bet, you end up personally, fight and kill?"

Gao He nodded.

"Look at you, you win-how many kills?"

Gao He stood up, stripped away the clothes on his back, and placed a few jagged tattoos like Shu Jiazhen.

"Eight? Wow!"

Falkenhausen sighed, "I guess you got rich?"

But Gao He was silent for a while and shook his head:

"Luma, lose."

"what?"

Falkenhauser frowned puzzled:

"But you are still alive, how did your brother lose and make the wrong bet?"

Gao Hyuk's expression dimmed.

"Minister, gamble, blood thorn lizard."

Falkenhauser's smile gradually faded.

"Oh, your tribe ordered that your brothers should fight against each other."

The Duke sighed:

"This is the highlight, I guess, he wants to attract heavy bets and make a lot of money."

Gao He gritted his teeth and his cheeks trembled:

"Luma, no."

"Go Hyuk, no."

Falkenhauser nodded:

"Of course, you refused, so you can only lose money?"

The Scavenger paused.

For a while, he looked up with difficulty:

"Minister, murder. Cage owner, murder. Holy Chief, murder. Tribe, murder. Shabu, murder."

The Duke shrugged:

"Yeah, I guess so, everyone is very upset, especially the people who placed the bet-I heard someone say it."

He snorted softly:

"Your tribe placed the beast cage, maybe he has collected the bet, but he didn't finish the duel, he must have lost his misery."

Gao He did not speak.

The Huangguren just shook his head with a terrifying look: "Minister, poor."

"Luma, pay, fate."

Falkenhaus had a meal.

Gao He clenched his teeth and trembled, raising his head:

"Gao He, punish, live."

The Duke of Western Wilderness did not speak.

He just sighed, reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder.

Gao He turned his head and showed a hideous expression towards the invisible void.

"Ah, I remember, your **** old tribe," Falkenhauser said with a move of brows:

"It was the hapless guy who was chopped from the bottom to the top with an axe from the **** to the ribs and wailed until dawn?"

Gao He snorted and did not answer.

Falkenhauser chuckled:

"Good job, scared man, avenge your brother."

Gao He was silent, and after a while, he suddenly looked up.

"Bones, bet?"

Falkenhauser was taken aback, understood and nodded.

"Yes, I'm also betting," the Duke said with a chuckle, looking to the east.

"Bet on another...blood thorn lizard."

Go Hye frowned.

"Tsk tusk," Duke Xihuang shook his head and said:

"It's a bet, how can I say, six full years."

Falkenhausen gradually lost his mind.

The Desolate Man showed a ruthless look:

"Go He, kill, bone cub, gamble."

"Of course," Falkenhauser smiled.

"If it's a murderer, scared man, I will let you go and bet on you."

"But no, it's not."

The Duke's eyes sharpened:

"The key to my gambling is not killing people."

"It's a bet on my one, Gao He in the royal capital, can he give up everything."

Gao Hyuk showed a puzzled look.

"Bet on him, bet on whether he wants to be like your brother."

Duke Falkenhauser looked cold, and with a big wave, he swept all the chess pieces off the table:

"Pay your own life."

"Change your life."

Merry Christmas!