Thales was stunned for ten seconds.

Shadow Shield.

He heard Gilbert describe this name.

It appeared together with the name of the Sarriton family in the tragedy of the Year of Blood.

The direct murderer of the Bright Star royal family.

He thought of the small stone urns in the Bright Star Tomb in the Fuxing Palace, from the eldest son of the king, Midir, to Horace, to the twin princes Bancroft and Heyman.

and the youngest princess, Constance Brightstar.

But, Shadow Shield - Thales looked at Perfit in disbelief - assassinate me?

how come……

His thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"enough."

King Nun's voice sounded in the hall.

"As long as I stay in Longxiao City," the king said with a gloomy face, he threw Perfit down: "I will not allow such a despicable thing to happen again."

"Humph," Perfit chuckled, biting out a word from between his teeth: "Tyrant."

King Nun narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy who was unable to fight back.

"End it all," Perfitt raised his lips with a cold expression, "I will be under the prison river and watch how your family is destroyed!"

"Finish it!"

King Nun clenched his fists gently and was silent for several seconds.

There were complicated emotions in his eyes.

Finally, King Nun closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose.

"The duel is not over yet, but I can give you a chance." Under everyone's gaze, the old king opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Now open your mouth and admit defeat to me, then fully admit your crimes and confess your conspiracy with Lombard."

"You can still earn your own life."

Perfit was completely stunned.

What.

What?

"But you will spend the rest of your life in prison...your brother will inherit Fengzhao City, and Perfit will still rule that land."

"Except for you, Fengzhao City will not be punished," the old king said with sharp eyes, "How about it."

Everyone in the hall was stunned.

Perfit looked at the king blankly.

"I killed your last son." He said in a daze.

"Yes," King Nuen's eyes darkened, "You killed my son."

Perfit's eyes gradually changed when he looked at the king.

Thales saw struggle and pain.

The young Grand Duke lowered his head and breathed rapidly.

Thales was thinking about the choice given by the king. At this moment, Putilai whispered in his ear: "If he agrees, if Fengzhao City still wants to rule stably in the future, it must not compete with him.

Walton is the enemy.”

Thales nodded suddenly.

Nicolai next to him snorted coldly.

After a few seconds, Perfit slowly raised his head, with a bitter smile on his desolate face: "Really?"

"Yes," King Nuen said calmly: "As long as you say that word, you can continue to breathe the air of the North."

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

But not long after, Perfit, who was lying on the ground, stopped smiling.

His face was as cold as ice, his eyes were like iron, and his expression seemed to be covered with cold snow that could not be melted away for thousands of years.

The young Grand Duke looked directly into the King's eyes.

Perfit gritted his teeth, but said another word decisively:

"no way."

Thales shook his head.

"This is the Northland," Nicolai whispered from behind Thales: "It is also a shame to be forgiven by the enemy."

King Nun sighed.

But he immediately raised his head and showed a gentle smile to Perfit:

"Good boy."

The old king smiled with a complicated expression.

Suddenly, Perfitt kicked off his left leg, jerked up from the ground, and roared, slamming into King Nunn!

What greeted him was a gentle kick from the old king, hitting his calf bone.

"Boom!" Perfit lost his balance again and fell heavily to the ground face down.

Perfit let out a final howl of unwillingness.

King Nun slowly shook his head.

He stood up, knelt down and pressed down on Perfit's back, then stretched out his hands, grabbed Perfit's head tightly, and lifted him to a place where the four archdukes could see him.

The four grand dukes, Oresius, Trudida, Ronny, and Lecco, all stared at their king with solemn expressions.

The next moment, the co-king of Exeter, Noon Walton VII, shouted loudly in his old but heroic voice:

"Look!"

The roar echoed in the hall.

King Nun looked angrily and shouted the next sentence vigorously:

"This is Walton's enemy!"

Perfitt's face was filled with sadness, and he showed a relieved smile.

Amidst the gasps of many people, the king of the old country twisted his hands hard.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of neck bones breaking reached Thales's ears.

"Plop!" Perfit fell to the ground.

But this time, his head was facing up, staring blankly at the ceiling.

King Nun sat down on the ground, staring at the enemy's corpse expressionlessly.

No one spoke.

The only sounds left in the hall were the howling wind and snow outside the window and the popping sound of the brazier in the hall, mixed with the uneven breathing of everyone.

Dead silence lasted for several seconds.

Until a light and moving trill came from the other side of the hall:

"die……"

"It's just a long-lost return home."

Priest Holm of the Bright Moon Temple said calmly.

She folded her arms again, lowered her body, and her eyes on the veil slowly closed:

"The outcome has been decided."

"Holy Duel."

"It ended in Yan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chief priest of Haoyue Temple turned around and left.

The Scarlet Witch smiled, turned around and followed her.

In the hall, many people finally exhaled slowly.

it's over.

Lord Michael waved his hand, and the servants and guards rushed to catch up. The doctors and healers who had been on call for a long time hurried to King Nun and bandaged the wounds on his chest and face.
To be continued...