Thales was shocked.

"What?"

Doyle's eyes widened: "My dad? Assassin?"

d.d laughed ugly twice:

"Hehe, no, sir, stop joking. At his level, he can't even beat my stepmother's pet cat..."

But as Doyle spoke, he realized something.

His face turned pale and he subconsciously looked towards the field.

"Ah ah ah no no no no kill!"

A high-pitched female voice sounded from the crowd!

"Blood! See blood!"

Thales only had time to see a flash of cold light, and the crowd at the banquet retreated again!

The next second, he was once again surrounded by royal guards swarming forward, and he could only hear the sounds coming from around him.

"It's better to stop them!"

"Help!"

"There are people injured!"

"That's not necessary!"

Thales tried his best to squeeze out a small gap and got a glimpse of the outside situation from Glover's armpit.

"Don't panic, just stick to our posts, protect His Highness and the nobles, and let others deal with the incident." came the cold order from Mallos.

"But sir, my father -" Doyle seemed to be still defending anxiously.

At this time, an angry and depressed male voice broke the dull air and echoed throughout the banquet hall:

"Quiet!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, stay back!"

Thales was blocked behind Glover and couldn't see anything clearly, but the noise of the crowd seemed to stop suddenly, and then turned into a whisper.

"Sir, we should stop this immediately..." This was D.D's voice again, anxious, and then his footsteps sounded.

Mallos' furious voice came:

"Dammit, Glover, stop him!"

Thales felt his body loosen up, and he regained the sight in front of him: Glover hugged Doyle who was about to rush forward, and knocked the latter to the ground.

As for the lobby...

"What are you doing?"

Vogel looked at the center of the banquet hall in disbelief:

A young male nobleman was glaring angrily, holding the old Baron Doyle, who was bruised and swollen and looking shivering, with his left hand, while his right hand held up a sharp dagger that shone with cold light.

"Back off! Everyone!" he warned.

The dagger kept pointing at the surrounding crowd as he turned around.

As the tip of the sword pointed, the crowd retreated until the open space became larger and larger, leaving only him and the baron.

"That sword...how did he get the weapon? All the guests, we..."

Vogel was frightened and angry, and summoned his men repeatedly.

"It's not important anymore." Mallos didn't care much about the "assassin" on the other side.

The watchman first looked back at Thales and found that the curious Duke was only disheveled and had a slightly messy hairstyle:

"The important thing is, he just got it."

Thales, who was firmly "locked" in three human walls, blinked desperately and looked at the scene of the hostages being held hostage:

"What's going on - let him get up, Glover, you're such a big guy, don't hold him down anymore."

Glover then got up, picked up D.D who looked unwilling, and patted him on the shoulder.

In the hall, several guests with high prestige came forward and gave words of advice to the young man who was holding the hostages:

"Calm down, sir..."

"There is no need to use the sword..."

"We can communicate slowly about any conflicts..."

"Everyone, the weather is so nice, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

While he was talking, two guards from the Mindis Hall saw the opportunity and pounced from behind, trying to subdue the kidnappers!

But Thales saw the young man smash the hilt of Baron Doyle's sword, causing the latter to fall to the ground in pain, and he immediately turned around!

The sword flashed rapidly.

"Dang! Dang!"

There were a few soft sounds, and the young man's figure passed between the guards who besieged him. One guard knelt down in pain and was kicked a few meters away by the other guard. The other guard screamed and dropped his weapon to the ground, covering his bleeding hand.

The arms retreated continuously.

When they saw the real blood, the crowd screamed again.

In a moment, reinforcements arrived, and the three guards squeezed through the crowd, but paused before being swarmed.

"One step forward!"

The young man grabbed old Baron Doyle by the collar and put a dagger on his neck:

"He's really dead."

The young man looks plain, but his eyes are extremely determined.

The crowd whispered, and countless eyes gathered, including many heavyweights.

Only Thales frowned slightly:

This person in front of me, this "assassin"...

Somewhat familiar.

Mallos' eyes darkened:

"This skill..."

Vogel, who watched the development of the situation in surprise, changed his eyes and nodded:

"Quite impressive."

"And style."

"The posture is good-looking, the moves are exquisite, and the angles are tricky," Mallos muttered:

"It's the Tower of the End, the swordsmanship of the 'Rose' lineage."

"The skills of the Tower of the End...you mean," Vogel said with a solemn expression:

"A noble from out of town?"

Mallos nodded:

"possible."

At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded out of thin air:

"You despicable bastard!"

A painted aristocratic woman broke free from the crowd, raised a dinner plate, and rushed towards the assassin as if madly!

The guards and the hostage-takers were both shocked.

"I'll fight with you -"

The woman's dinner plate hit the young man hard, but the latter did not fight back, but just dragged the old baron back, feeling embarrassed for a while.

Until he couldn't stand it anymore, he roared angrily and hit the woman, knocking her down two meters away.

The old baron exclaimed.

"You'd better stand back, Mrs. Doyle," the young man gritted his teeth and pressed his sword against the trembling Baron Doyle:

"I have no habit of being rough with women."

Baroness Doyle was in a state of embarrassment, with tears streaming down her face, but she struggled to get up, hysterical:

"If you want to kill my husband!"

"Then you'd better kill me first!"
To be continued...