"You don't understand."

The deputy guard captain was stunned for a while.

In the hall, after thinking about something, Anke and Doyle looked at each other.

"What's the matter, Bailar?"

Color reappeared in Doyle's eyes, transforming into eager flames:

"Are you afraid of losing?"

Anke didn't answer immediately.

He experienced a long silence before he sneered.

"Well, if that's what you want to see, Your Highness."

He raised his head and looked directly at Thales, his tone was as decisive as before, but with an added murderous intent:

"Come on, let the duel begin."

"Just please remember your promise, if I win..."

Thales chuckled:

"I guarantee that the royal family will fully support you!"

Vogel frowned when he heard this.

You guarantee...

Is it appropriate to say so?

"What does he want to do?" Vogel looked at the second prince unhappily.

Only Marius said calmly:

"Help."

Help?

Vogel was puzzled.

"When we are ready to 'give up'," Mallos turned his head, his eyes burning:

"He wanted to save lives."

"More than one."

Vogel's doubts only deepened.

But fortunately, he soon no longer had to wonder.

"Marius, since the duel is about to begin," Thales ordered loudly to his guard captain, which could be heard throughout the hall:

"Go get the 'Warner'."

Warner.

Hearing this name, many people in the banquet hall were moved.

Mallos frowned and said:

"Warning person? But Your Highness, isn't that..."

"Yes."

Thales interrupted him cheerfully, and the prince turned to the guests, his eyes like lightning:

"The ancient famous sword of the empire, given by the Duke of Xihuang and passed down by the Falkenhaus family, represents their infinite trust and loyalty to me. Should it be worthy of this duel?"

As soon as this statement came out, people were stunned.

"Your Highness?"

Anke from the Western Wilderness asked: "Do you want to lend your sword to one of us?"

He and D.D looked at each other, exchanging countless wariness and disgust.

Thales smiled, but he shook his head.

"You are from the Western Wilderness, Anke," he looked at Bailar calmly:

"Then you should know that the tribal leaders in the great desert always regard their guards as brothers and feet and as wings."

Anke nodded doubtfully, but after Thales' next words, his expression gradually changed.

"Challenging them in a duel is tantamount to challenging the leader himself."

Thales spoke indifferently. While causing a commotion, he remembered a certain orc war chief he had encountered and the opponent's "buy one plus two and get one free" duel rule that impressed him deeply.

"It's unfortunate," Thales said with an indifferent expression and spoke calmly, covering up the controversy:

"Danny Doyle happens to be me, the personal guard of the Duke of Star Lake."

"You challenge him."

"Just challenge me."

d.d stood there blankly.

Anke's eyes widened.

As soon as this statement came out, many people reacted:

"Your Highness——"

But Thales ignored it and just spoke loudly. For this reason, he did not hesitate to use the sin of the Hell River to try to drown out any sound:

"And Baron Doyle!"

He roared:

"You are my distinguished guest."

Thales looked gloomy and stretched out his hand to point directly at the stunned old Baron Doyle who fell into his wife's arms:

"Today, he will not be threatened, hurt or challenged by any means at my banquet and in my Mindis Hall."

"It's all an offense to me!"

The two dueling men were no longer the center of attention. All eyes were focused on the prince, with either surprise or fear, uneasiness or apprehension, admiration or disdain.

Until Thales looked around with a murderous look, forcing all the strange looks away.

"No -" Vogel subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop the prince, but his arm was firmly held by Mallos behind him!

"Star People, listen up!"

"As the master of Doyle, as the master of this banquet, and even more so as the master of this manor..."

Thales' expression was cold and solemn, his voice shook the ceiling, and his words were decisive.

"I, Thales Bright Star."

He stood on a high position in the banquet hall, raised one arm high, without fear of the eyes of the audience, and spoke in a loud and clear voice:

"I will carry out my obligations and rights as a master in accordance with the ancient customs of the empire!"

"I will represent Danny Doyle and accept the most legitimate duel challenge issued by Anke Bailar on his behalf."

Thales' eyes were cold, he lowered his arms and pointed directly at the two duelists who were speechless:

"Perform this duel of blood revenge."

"Until the winner is determined."

"Until life and death are revealed."

"Until the ancient ritual is completed."

After the words fell, the banquet hall fell into a long silence.

Thales lowered his gaze and sneered.

"Don't worry, Anke," he smiled and looked at the shocked Anke and the stunned D.D:

"The conditions and bets mentioned before are still valid."

Thales lowered his head slightly, and the firelight cast a dark shadow on his face:

"As long as you are in the duel..."

He put away his smile and said his last words coldly:

"kill me."

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Chapter completed!