facing his opponent.

King Kessel snorted coldly and responded quickly:

"Are you sure I don't dare?"

"Of course you dare!"

The prince responded sharply:

"You can kill me here, secretly send the body out of the palace, and then declare that Prince Thales died of a sudden illness and passed away in Mindis Hall - just like the former 'Fog King' Mindis I!"

King of Fog.

"No..." Gilbert realized the worst outcome and turned pale.

The Iron Fist King's eyes were like daggers, piercing Thales.

But Thales stood up suddenly without waiting for a reply!

"But the premise is!"

Amidst the sounds of unsheathing and orders, the prince held the sword with one hand, put the other hand forward on the table, and shouted angrily:

"Everyone who is here to witness the king's murder of his son, no matter whether he is an official or a guard, you must strictly keep silent for years, decades, or even a lifetime! Even if you don't hesitate to kill people to silence them!"

At that moment, Viscount Conney, Lord Clapham, Advisor Thordo...the royal ministers looked at each other in disbelief.

"ah!"

Manager Qiu Ke reacted very quickly. He pressed his eyes and said tremblingly: "Well, I, I, I, I just came to the meeting and I didn't see anything today -"

But before he finished speaking, Duke Cullen showed off his power like an old lion and shouted at the financial controller:

"Shut up, Qiu Ke!"

Before the Financial Controller could say anything, Soduo on the other side pulled him to his side and sealed his mouth.

Lord Adrian made hurried gestures, trying his best to calm the defense line that was almost out of control due to the sudden change in the situation.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

"only if!"

But Thales didn't care about anything else. He just stared at the king in front of him, gritted his teeth and gasped:

"You will not leak the news and repeat the bad example of the ascended king to sacrifice his son, endangering the authority of the royal family and threatening your rule."

But he obviously made the wrong calculation.

"King Ascend? Evil example?"

King Kessel on the throne laughed angrily:

"If we can really recreate the great achievements of Elam I, why not sacrifice a prince?"

As soon as these words came out, the ministers and guards were frightened again.

Thales frowned hard and gritted his teeth.

No one knew that his shoulder was so painful from the pressure of Cohen's heavy sword that it had already begun to numb.

The sin of the Hell River poured into his blood vessels, soothing his pain but tightening his nerves.

Compared with many enemies - King Nun, King Charmaine, Zhan, Falkenholtz, Asheida, Giza, Ugly Face Po, Shazi - the Iron Fist King may not be the strongest or the strangest.

, the most terrifying.

But he is definitely the toughest.

No threats allowed.

Don't worry about the worst outcome.

He would not hesitate to burn both jade and stone.

Compared with him, Roman Williams, with his shoulders and skull covered, is simply the most gentle, considerate and talkative person in the world.

"Your Highness Thales! Your Majesty!"

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating out of control, Prime Minister Cullen, the host of the Royal Council, had no choice but to speak calmly.

"We are both shining stars, and we are like father and son," the old Duke sighed with emotion, speaking with sincerity at this moment:

"Why is this so?"

Both are shining stars.

Tethered to father and son.

These words made Thales clench his fists and look at the sharp face of the Iron Fist King again.

But at the same time, what echoed in his ears was the desolate question of the traitor Samir under the prison of bones:

[Is it the son who kills his father or the brother who kills his brother?]

Son kills father.

The Sin of Hell River began to roar, like a ferocious beast, tearing at the cage that trapped him.

Thales looked at the Iron Fist King's neck expressionlessly.

He couldn't help but think of the night of dragon blood, when the born king's head fell to the ground.

The facts told him: the king's head was nothing special. Just like ordinary people, it would ring, roll, and bleed when it fell to the ground.

Like a hollow, rotten watermelon.

Thales once again grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand.

"Sit tight, Bob," Kessel said grimly, rebuffing the Prime Minister:

"Since it's a family matter, outsiders don't care."

These words were blunt, vulgar and merciless, and the senior and respected Cullen suddenly looked ugly.

Others were even more afraid to interrupt.

Housework.

Thales sneered lightly and tried to give up.

"Yeah, like domestic violence."

Thales lowered his voice and spoke coldly:

"If you don't kill people, no one will listen."

Perhaps because his tone was so different this time, the king stared blankly.

On the other side, Advisor Sodo thought of something and couldn't help but sigh:

"You remind me of His Highness Horace, Duke of Thales."

Lord Adrian frowned, put his hands behind his back for the first time, and secretly gave orders to the guards.

"Horace. Horace?"

The king sneered:

"He's still far from it."

The next moment, Kaiser V no longer gave him a chance:

"The farce is over, kid."

"You have ten seconds to put down your weapons." The Iron Fist King stopped his smile and raised his hand coldly towards the royal guards:

"Or heads on the ground."

The sin of the Hell River was boiling uneasily, and the senses of hell were naturally activated, allowing Thales to hear the tiny footsteps and the friction of clothes as countless guards quietly surrounded him.

lay down your weapon.

Or the head falls to the ground.

Ten seconds.

all of these.

It can only be exchanged for his... ten seconds.

The river of sin is so raging that it is difficult to contain it.

Thales stared into King Kessel's eyes and resisted the urge to leap forward and swing his sword.

He knew that King Kessel was serious.

But it's a pity.

So does he.

"I know, Father."

Thales had a stern expression and cold words, just like his opponent.
To be continued...