In the brightly lit hall, Thales was condescending and received countless surprised looks, but he just stared at the stunned Anke.

Wait for his reaction.

"you you?"

After a long while, Anke raised his head in disbelief.

Thales still stared at him coldly, with a calm posture, but his gaze was compelling.

Like a hunter after an arrow leaves the string, he confidently lowers his long bow.

"Your Highness, proxy duel," Anke finally figured out what just happened, his eyes were red and his breathing became heavier:

"Me and... you?"

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"no no……"

The spoiler of the banquet burst out with grief, anger and pain in his eyes, and hissed:

"No!"

In the hall, after the initial shock, everyone began to discuss the scene anxiously, but their voices became more and more restrained, and even the look in their eyes towards Duke Xinghu changed.

The shackled Val Arend no longer drank, and his eyes were fixed on the prince, with unknown meaning.

Zhan frowned and kept looking back to ask his butler.

The one-eyed dragon Kousted smiled half-heartedly, and responded to other guests' private inquiries leisurely.

Thales put aside the scenes he saw in his peripheral vision and snorted coldly.

"why not?"

The young Duke walked down slowly, and the royal guards behind him wanted to follow, but were held back by Mallos with an unquestionable gesture.

"Is this not what you want?"

Thales walked out of the surrounding team and slowly walked down the steps, his voice like a sharp blade:

"A duel with the second prince himself will not only shock the whole kingdom; everyone can hear about it, but you can also achieve your goal and seek justice - such a banquet dish..."

"Isn't it delicious?"

Anke gritted his teeth, the dagger in his hand began to tremble, and his eyes were almost on fire.

He was not the only one who couldn't believe it.

d.d stood there blankly, watching Thales fall from the sky and come slowly.

The evil spirit in Doyle's body that would never return slowly subsided, replaced by confusion and confusion.

"Your Highness, you don't need, I mean, you don't need to represent me, I can, can..."

Thales stopped and looked unhappy.

On the other side, old Baron Doyle showed unbelievable joy after experiencing the dual torment of sadness and surprise. He reacted and gave his son a wink.

But d.d obviously didn't notice his father's actions. He stared blankly at the imposing Thales, the sword sheath in his hand was raised and re-opened, his words were hesitant and wooden, as if he hadn't fully reacted yet:

"You don't need to, there's no need, I'm the guard, protecting you..."

Until Thales glanced sideways slightly, swept away the cold light, and sealed Doyle's words in his mouth.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Danny Doyle," Thales called out the full name of his bodyguard inhumanely:

"I am ordering you: I will fight on your behalf."

Thales looked at the crowd with a cold expression:

"As a shining star, I command one of the seven attendants of the bright star."

"Do you... have any objections?"

d.d was stunned for a moment.

As soon as these words came out, several guests standing in the front also shuddered, and they instantly became the focus of attention:

The young and promising Viscount Adrian let go of his wife and looked back at Thales seriously.

The extremely old Viscount Patterson opened his cloudy and dim eyes and pushed away the two nephews who were supporting him.

The graceful Lady Eleanor firmly held Luther Barney, who was playing with his head down, in silence.

Baron Straw lowered his head slightly and glanced at the prince, his expression seemed to be sneering slightly.

Lozano Glover crossed his arms tightly, as if rooted to the ground, and remained motionless.

Thales' gaze passed by like a blade.

A second later, these five nobles all moved one after another, either lowering their heads and pressing their chests, or bending their knees and lifting their skirts, submissive and willing.

But no one responded as well as Baron Doyle.

"No, Your Highness, no objection, no wow!"

Thales' eyebrows twitched.

I saw old Doyle crying, rolling and crawling, which shocked everyone:

"As long as you are here, as the seven servants of the Brilliant Star, the Doyle family of Mirror River, we will fight to the death, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"

Before the old baron, who had a bruised face and a swollen face and dripping with tears, could say anything, his shrewd wife quickly covered the baron's mouth and dragged him back into the crowd with D.D.

Thales breathed out.

He turned around and continued pacing.

The crowd below, whether it was guards, servants or guests, instinctively made way for the prince.

Until Thales stepped into the field, stepped on the lowest ground, and stood at the same height as Anke, who was tense all over.

"As for you..."

But Thales did not stop, but moved forward steadily towards the center of the hall.

Anke raised his head in a daze, slightly surprised.

He realized that as long as the sword in his hand caught up to two steps, he could reach the prince.

D.D, who was closest, was the first to react. He put down his father and rushed forward, exclaiming at the same time:

"Your Highness!"

The guards who followed Thales quietly down also noticed something was wrong. Mallos frowned and raised his voice:

"Your Highness, it's close enough!"

Lord Godwin panicked:

"Prince Thales! Your body of gold..."

Next to Mallos, Vogel, who was frustrated by a series of accidents, directly ordered:

"Surround up! Protect His Highness!"

In the hall, the astonished guards and the nervous royal guards acted at the same time. Their footsteps were chaotic for a moment, causing the guests to scream in surprise.

Until Thales roared loudly, shocking everyone who lost his temper:

"Stop!"

He turned around and raised his arms, pointing directly at Doyle who rushed forward:

"Back off!"

"You all stand back!"

The footsteps of the royal guards were in unison.

Under the spotlight, Thales ignored Mallos's frown and Vogel's anxiety and turned around.

Look at Anke who subconsciously raised his sword to defend himself.

"Since my guest has the guts to go alone and bring a sword to the meeting," Thales' eyes moved away from the opponent's dagger and focused on Anke's eyes, without stopping:

"Then I would naturally have the courage to stand in front of him and look directly into his eyes."

Anke shuddered.

"Calm down!"

In the chaos, Mallos ignored Vogel's angry protests ("Get him back!"):

"His Highness has spoken!"

He raised his fist high to defy all opinions and motioned to the royal guards to calm down.

Seeing that Mallos was openly setting the tone, Vogel could only grit his teeth and shut up, glaring at the watchman's wanton behavior.

Finally, Thales stood in front of Anke, facing his anger and misery.

"Duke Thales," Anke lowered his dagger and looked at the Duke angrily:
To be continued...