Mallos also sighed:

"When it comes time to break up, you should give up your death."

Thales tightened his fist.

Give up soldiers.

It's a fucking bastard again.

Death.

The guests in the hall looked at him eagerly and aggressively, full of various emotions.

At this moment, countless eyes focused aggressively on the prince, waiting for his response.

Zhan En's eyes were full of amusement, Coste's expression was as chilling as the autumn wind, and Val was looking at Thales intently at this moment without any emotion.

The seven servants of the Bright Star stared at him intently, as if the prince's next decision was an irrefutable oracle.

No one knew that at this moment, what the expressionless Thales wanted to do most was to sit in the chair, lower his head, close his eyes, and ignore any looks or sounds.

Leave troublesome matters to your subordinates to handle.

In this way, he might be able to rely on the inviolable majesty of the royal family to get through his anxious and overwhelmed moments.

But he can't.

Because he is the second prince.

he can not.

He is the Duke of Star Lake.

"Your Highness, announce it."

d.d's words are quite weak, like a terminally ill patient whose hope has been dashed.

"Let it come, the sooner the better."

"Save you any further trouble."

Thales' face was expressionless and his heart was bitter.

All right.

The sooner the better.

Save yourself the trouble.

Finally, after several seconds (which seemed like a lifetime to Thales), the Duke of Star Lake maintained the most upright and noble posture, stood up slowly, and spoke in a loud voice:

"Ank Bailar."

The moment the voice sounded, everyone in the hall, from courtiers to bureaucrats, from nobles to businessmen, listened carefully to the words of the returning prince, displaying - at least on the surface - the same uniformity of respectful obedience.

"In the name of the Duke of Star Lake and the second prince of the Kingdom of Stars, Thales Bright Star."

The Duke's voice was extremely deep, making people awe-inspiring. However, only those who have been with Thales for a long time would realize that at this moment, the Prince's voice was much hoarse and darker than usual.

Much more tired.

"Following the time-honored imperial tradition, I hereby grant you permission to initiate a life-or-death duel against another nobleman, Danny Doyle, to avenge your blood relatives."

d.d lowered his head and exhaled a long breath.

Thales looked at the long-awaited Anke with a gloomy face and a gloomy look:

"And I will witness the results myself."

"Guarantee that it is fair and just."

"Is that enough?"

The Duke had finished speaking, and there was silence in the hall.

Until a few seconds later, Anke's equally tired voice sounded:

"Thank you, Your Highness, thank you."

Under the gaze of everyone, he seemed to be freed from his restraints and pushed the old baron away.

Baron Doyle fell to the ground, but did not leave. He just collapsed on the spot, sobbing softly and panting in pain.

The guards saw the opportunity and stepped forward to help the baron away.

Several people hesitated to take the opportunity to attack the kidnappers, but Earl Godwin sighed and shook his head, indicating that they didn't have to.

"Believe it or not, Your Highness."

Anke smiled miserably and said:

"You and this Doyle brat, you are the only ones among the hundreds of people I have met in the past few months who are willing to respond to my request."

If you don't shock the world, no one will listen.

Thales couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of his words.

"Whether we win or lose, Thales Bright Star, Your Highness the Prince, Your Excellency the Duke."

Anke took a deep breath, knelt down on one knee sincerely, clasped the hilt of the sword in front of his chest, and bowed his head deeply:

"I will remember it forever..."

"Your grace."

Thales sat down weakly and closed his eyes.

I actually updated 80,000 words this month. What’s wrong with me?
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