The guests in the hall maintained a rare silence, as if everyone had forgotten how to breathe after the duel order was given.

Until Doyle suddenly reached out and picked up Taylor's wine glass!

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he drank most of the glass of wine in one gulp.

d.d threw away the wine glass and took a deep breath amid the sound of the glass breaking.

As he gradually came back to his senses, he looked at Anke's dress.

The next second, Doyle showed no expression, but methodically removed the leather armor and protective gear belonging to the royal guard.

"Lao Pi, my sword."

Piroga hesitated for a moment, and then took the collected weapons under Mallos's eyes.

"This will not be a pure duel - both sides seek defeat rather than victory, death rather than survival."

Mallos walked to D.D., watched him make final preparations, and said softly:

"are you ready?"

Thales, who was sitting on his seat, clenched his fists.

Both sides are begging for death...

Why.

Why!

Doyle took off his arm guards and glanced at his superior indifferently.

"Lord, sir, or young Tormund."

Perhaps taking advantage of the drunkenness, or perhaps without any scruples, he called the other person casually:

"You know, you're such a bastard."

Little Tormund - Mallos frowned.

"That arrogant look doesn't even bother His Highness. He deserves a beating." D.D said and laughed to himself.

But no one else in the Guard smiled.

The watchman sighed:

"In the 'Qiangwei' lineage, backhand stabbing is a must-learn technique. It is known for its simplicity, sharpness, and cunningness. It is difficult for practitioners to get rid of it."

"If you find the right moment...it will be less painful."

Doyle's smile faltered.

He straightened up and looked at Grover on the other side, who was his partner the most, with a lonely expression.

"Zombie, I'm sorry to bother you with trash talk all the time, but my father told me... to have a good relationship with the Glover family..."

Glover nodded, still expressionless:

"I know."

d.d took a deep breath.

"Also, you never go to Hongfang Street..."

"So I've always wanted to ask," Doyle looked at everyone's gaze without any care and showed a pale smile:

"are you gay?"

There was a sudden silence in the guard.

Glover frowned, but still replied:

"no."

Doyle snorted lightly and shrugged:

"Okay, I want to say, it doesn't matter even if you are, I am very tolerant..."

"From the Doyle family," Anke in the middle of the hall interrupted D.D. He was so content that he ignored the eager guards around him:

"What are you still dawdling about?"

d.d laughed and turned around: "What?"

"Can't you wait to die?"

"Same as you," Anke looked at his duel opponent and also smiled:

"Each other."

They looked at both sides, but the smiles quickly disappeared from their faces.

Calm and indifferent.

Without warning, Doyle snatched the sword from Piroga's hand.

"Your Highness."

"I know that in order to please you these days, I have acted a bit exaggerated and used too much force, but," d.d hugged the scabbard tightly, like hugging a life-saving straw when drowning. He didn't look back and spoke as before.

Heartless laughter:

"You are a good person."

Thales moved.

Doyle looked at the dome and curled his lips:

"Compared to Fuxing Palace, it's very relaxing here."

His smile disappeared.

"If in the future my father...please think of today."

Thales opened his mouth subconsciously, but he just couldn't say the word "good".

He could only look at Doyle blankly.

"Your Highness has a kind heart," Mallos took over the conversation calmly to resolve the embarrassment at this moment:

"You know, he won't forget."

Doyle forced a smile and nodded understandingly.

A kindhearted person.

A kindhearted person...

At this moment, Thales only felt that this description was extremely ironic.

In the hall, Baron Doyle hugged his wife and sobbed quietly as no one else was watching.

d.d showed a helpless expression.

He no longer looked at Thales, but turned back to himself, picked up the weapon, and walked down the steps.

Walk towards his opponent.

His ending.

"Doyle..." Thales couldn't help but say something, but Mallos held his arm to silence the prince's words.

"He knows what he will sacrifice," Mallos said lightly:

"He knows better what he is trying to save."

The watchman turned to Thales:

"But the question is, you know what?"

Do I know?

Thales remained silent.

Will be sacrificed...

Thales looked at Doyle's back as he slowly walked down the steps. There was no relaxation and leisure as usual, only an incompatible and heavy trance.

To be saved...

Thales slowly looked at Baron Doyle who was lying on the ground with an ashen face, and the Baroness who was sobbing and shaking.

I will sacrifice.

I want to save it.

Thales looked at Anke, who was holding a dagger in his hand and looking calm, and was lost in thought for a moment.

His heart moved.

So, is this what it feels like?

Thales said to himself.

He is the second prince.
To be continued...