Bang!

Several small muffled noises came from the banquet, and at the same time there were the exclamations of the crowd.

Because he was prepared, Tails didn't panic, but at the moment when he subconsciously stood up, Marios next to him showed no mercy to him!

The strength was so great that he almost suspected that the captain of his personal guard was an assassin.

Tails collapsed in Glovover's broad arms, and before he could react, the three big men of the Starlake Guard's wing—Bastia, Franzuc, and Ferry—appeared out of nowhere and pounced on Tails!

Together with Glovover, they formed a wall on all sides, pressing the Duke of Star Lake tightly and impermeable.

"Highest alert! Escort Wing in position! Vanguard Wing returns!"

Marios' voice came from between the human flesh of the four big men: "Don't care what happened......

"Protect Your Highness and send it to safety!"

And the four walls supported him, stumbling, and moving unstoppably.

Tyers, who was full of big men, only felt that his eyes were dark, and half of his face was stuffed on Bastia's strong abs, and his diaphragm was in pain.

For a full five seconds, he could only struggle to expand his arms and open the world between the four thick walls of human flesh:

"Here, give me some space, hey......"

In his ears, he only heard the commotion of the banquet getting bigger and bigger, and from time to time he heard the muffled sound of tables and chairs colliding, the shouts of the male guests and the screams of the female guests.

"Oh my God!"

"Pull them away!"

"No! Baron!"

Damn, what's wrong!

Fortunately, Tails moved irritably for less than a few meters, and the anxious voice of the deputy guard captain Vogel rang out:

"Damn it, royal guards, calm down!"

"That's not an assassination at all, it's far away from ......"

It's a lifesaver.

Tails felt it and stopped.

"Wait a minute," Marhros' voice rang out, "we'll see." ”

In the next second, Tails' eyes were bright again.

Although he was still surrounded by several guards, he regained the right to breathe, and he finally held Ferry's shoulders and finally stood up:

"What's going on......"

With the advantage of the Duke of Starlake's higher position, Tails looked towards the center of the commotion.

I saw that the guests in the banquet hall were all standing on tiptoe and curiously gathered in one place.

In the crowd of onlookers, there was an open space: a long table had already been overturned, dishes and cutlery had fallen to the ground, and many guests were upturned on their backs, embarrassed by the people around them.

What the?

Tails didn't understand what was going on at the banquet.

But he could see that the long table of the dukes was also tense:

The royal guards separated the unscathed Jenn into a corner, but his butler followed unhurriedly with his master's glass.

The one-eyed dragon Gosd angrily pushed away the two guards who tried to take him away, but the latter dared not speak in anger.

Duke Aarend received the same treatment as Tails, and was directly surrounded by the guards who held the flag wing.

The two commanders of the guards were solemn as if they were facing a great enemy: Marhros was nervously communicating with the Star Lake Guard, and Vogel was also ordering the men from the Fuxing Palace, but the latter kept sending people out, and the former kept gathering people to come back.

"Hurry up and find out what's going on, if it's drunk and promiscuous, press me down no matter how big it is, and talk about it tomorrow......" This is Vogel.

"Maintain the highest vigilance," Marhros' voice rang out, vigilant:

"Protect Your Highness, this may be a riot created by the assassins, looking for an opportunity to ......"

Doyle was originally annoyed that he couldn't squeeze into Tails' "Protection Four" at the first time, but after hearing it, he was full of confidence: "Wrap it up on me, sir!"

He tried his best to move to Tails' side:

"With me, even if the entire Mindis Hall is blown up, no one will be able to touch a single hair of His Highness......"

But at this very moment.

"Hey, D.D......"

Francecuck, the tallest and the best in view, stared at the restless crowd and hesitated:

"That's like...... It's your father. ”

Doyle was stunned:

"What?"

He quickly got out of the formation of the guards, stood on tiptoe, and grabbed Franzuk's shoulder.

Not only Doyle, but everyone else was stunned.

Franzuk, who saw the truth clearly, swallowed:

"It should be that he was drunk and was ...... with people Fighting?"

Tails narrowed his eyes:

Sure enough, a figure that resembled the old Baron Doyle was dragged to the ground and screamed.

Someone tried to rush up to stop it, but it didn't seem to work.

All around was a shouting crowd that retreated as the centre of the conflict shifted.

"Oh no, on this occasion," Doyle saw the situation clearly, and jumped to his feet in anger, and scratched his head anxiously:

"Dead Daddy...... I'm so convinced of you......"

D.D held down his weapon and instinctively rushed down, but Marlos pushed him back to Tails' side, angry:

"Hold your post, Dennis Doyle!"

Doyle came to his senses and returned to his formation in a stagger.

"Indeed, it is the old baron who is slick and greedy, and opportunistic," said Vogel, who came to Marlos's side, and frowned:

"He can still fight people?"

Several servants hurried to help the guests affected by the conflict while trying to maintain order.

But the next moment, the man who was dragging the old Baron Doyle turned around and threw the two servants a few meters away!

"Sunset!"

"Don't fight anymore!"

"Okay! Good fight! Keep fighting! Beat him! We Northlanders support you!"

"Help him!"

"Stand back!

Many high-status and high-quality guests tried their best to maintain order and make everyone stand back, and the crowd shouted and stood out a little.

Marlos and Vogel frowned at the same time.

Well, whether the old Baron Doyle can fight with people, Tails doesn't know.

But he could see that the baron's opponent was really capable of fighting.

Doyle was anxious.

"Keep the word on and keep on the highest alert. After hearing the report, Marios ordered in a muffled voice.

Obviously, Vogel no longer has the leisure to point fingers at Marios, and he is just as serious:

"Focus, watch out for suspicious guys, now is a good time to fish in troubled waters - and protect the other dukes and nobles. ”

"Let the emergency team act, no matter what it is, jealous or drunk, quickly press me down......"

But......

"No, Lord Taron. ”

Marhros stared at the two men at the center of the conflict and interrupted Vogel's words:

"I recognize that look. ”

Marhros's next sentence made everyone nervous:

"It's the Assassin. ”

Tails was taken aback.

"What?"

Doyle's eyes widened, "My father, assassin?"

D.D laughed ugly twice:

"Hehe, no, sir, don't be kidding, at his level, even my stepmother's pet cat may not be able to fight ......"

But Doyle realized something as he spoke.

His face turned pale, and he subconsciously looked into the field.

"Ahhh

A high-pitched and shrill female voice rang out from the crowd!

"Blood!

Tails only had time to see a flash of cold light, and the crowd of the banquet retreated again!

In the next second, he was once again surrounded by the royal guards, and only heard the sounds around him.

"Stop them!"

"Help!"

"Someone is hurt!"

"It's not necessary!"

Tails struggled to squeeze out a little gap, and could get a glimpse of what was going on outside from under Glover's armpit.

"Don't panic, just guard our posts, protect Your Highness and the nobles, and let others deal with the incident. Marlos's cold order came.

"But sir, my father he-" Doyle seemed to plead anxiously.

At this moment, an angry and depressed male voice broke the dullness of the air and echoed throughout the banquet hall:

"Quiet!"

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"If you don't want to die, stand back for me!"

Tails was held back by Glovover, unable to see anything clearly, but the noise of the crowd seemed to cease abruptly, and then turned into a whisper of stumbling.

"Sir, we should stop this immediately......" D.D.'s voice was restless again, and his footsteps followed.

Marios's angry voice came:

"Damn it, Glovor, stop him!"

Tails felt a break of sight in front of him, and he regained his vision: Lovover grabbed Doyle by the waist and threw him to the ground.

As for the halls......

"What?"

Vogel looked at the center of the ballroom in disbelief:

A young male nobleman was holding the old Baron Doyle, who looked shivering with a blue nose and swollen face in his left hand, and a sharp dagger in his right hand.

"Stand back, everyone!" he warned.

The dagger kept pointing at the crowd around him as he turned.

The point of the sword pointed and the crowd retreated in a circle until the clearing grew larger, leaving only him and the baron. ，

"The sword...... How did he get his weapons? We ...... all the guests."

Enraged, Vogel summoned his men.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Marjos didn't care much about the "Assassins" on the other side.

The watchman first looked back at Tails, and found that the duke, who was full of curiosity, was only disheveled and had a slightly messy hairstyle:

"The important thing is that he just got it. ”

Tails, who was firmly "locked" in three human walls, blinked desperately, watching the scene of hostage-taking in the field:

"What's the situation—let him get up, Glovor, you head, don't hold him down anymore. ”

Only then did Glovo get up, pull up the reluctant D.D., and pat him on the shoulder.

In the hall, several high-prestige guests came forward and persuaded the young man who was holding the hostage:

"Calm down, sir......"

"There is no need to move the sword......"

"Any conflict, we can communicate slowly......"

"Guys, the weather is so nice, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

As he spoke, two guards from the Mindis Hall saw the opportunity to pounce on him from behind, trying to subdue the hijackers!

But Tails saw that the young man smashed the hilt of Baron Doyle's sword, causing the latter to fall to the ground in agony, and he immediately turned back!

The sword flashed.

"Bell!

With a few soft sounds, the figure of the young man staggered among the guards besieging him, one of the guards fell to his knees in pain, and was kicked a few meters away by the other leg, while the other guard screamed, his weapon fell to the ground, and he retreated again and again holding his bleeding arm.

When I really saw the blood, there was an exclamation in the group.

In a moment, reinforcements arrived, and the three guards squeezed through the crowd, only to pause a moment before they swarmed up.

"Take a step forward!"

The young man grabbed the old Baron Doyle by the collar, and put his dagger around his neck:

"He's really dead. ”

The young man was not good-looking, but his eyes were extremely determined.

The crowd whispered, and countless eyes gathered, including many heavyweights.

Only Tails frowned slightly:

The person in front of him, this "assassin", ......

Some are familiar.

Marhos's eyes sank:

"This skill ......"

Vogel, who watched the development of events in amazement, changed his eyes and nodded:

"Pretty good. ”

"And style. ”

"The postures are good, the moves are subtle, and the angles are tricky," Marlos mused.

"It's the Tower of End, the swordsmanship of the 'Rose' line. ”

"The art of the Tower of End...... You mean," Vogel looked solemn:

"Out-of-town nobles?"

Marlos nodded:

"Possibly. ”

At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded out of thin air:

"You despicable bastard!"

A greased and whitewashed aristocratic woman broke free from the crowd and raised a plate as if she were madly charging at the Assassin!

The guards and the hijackers were taken aback.

"The old lady is fighting with you—"

The woman's plate slapped desperately on the young man's body, and the latter did not return the fire, but dragged the old baron all the way back, and was momentarily embarrassed.

Until he couldn't stand it anymore and roared, a blow knocked the woman down two meters away.

The old baron exclaimed.

"You'd better stand back, Lady Doyle," the young man gritted his teeth, and the blade of his sword pressed against the trembling Baron Doyle:

"I'm not in the habit of being rough with women. ”

Baroness Doyle, covered in embarrassment and tears, struggled to get up, hysterical:

"If you're going to hurt my husband!"

"Then you'd better kill me first!"

The young man gritted his teeth, and the old baron, who had been held hostage, exhaled in pain.

"Damned mother-in-law, you've got a piece of fart," said the old baron angrily.

"Stand back!"

Sitting on the ground, Mrs. Doyle, who was in tears, changed her face when she heard this: "What?"

"What do you call the old lady?"

For a while, the fierceness was revealed.

Old Baron Doyle shook instinctively.

"I mean, my dear, stand back," the baron's voice softened, and he squeezed out an ugly smile under the blade of his sword:

"Listen to him, stand back, and protect yourself. ”

"That's how I can live. ”

At this moment, an angry male voice rushed into the arena with his footsteps!

"Let him go!"

"Let go of my father!"

Tails was startled, and he realized that Doyle didn't know when he broke away from Glove's care, left the formation, and rushed into the field.

Rush to his father!

Vogel frowned at Marios, who stared gloomily at a ashamed Golover.

The crowd at the banquet exclaimed again, no one bothered to keep order and evacuate the guards.

Doyle rushed extremely fast, crashing through the guards in an instant, and the long sword was unsheathed!

"Bell!"

The young man had no choice but to fight D.D. with a sword.

"Something is coming at me!"

Doyle was furious, and his sword moves opened and closed, straight back.

"A coward who bullies the soft and fears the hard!"

This was the first time Tails had seen D.D draw his sword.

Unlike Tails's usual impression of him, Doyle, who is flamboyant and hanging, his swordsmanship seems to be upright, bright, and magnificent.

The pace is steady, the movements are smooth, and the offense and defense are in a good way.

However, two moves forced the hijackers to retreat continuously.

"Your father?"

For two seconds, the hijacker sneered and defended.

"Your father!

But it's not a fair fight.

The young man kicked a wine glass at his feet, and by the time Doyle pushed it away, the hostage's sword had landed on the old baron's neck.

"Stand back, or I'll kill him now!"

The young man pushed the baron in front of him, blocking Doyle's view.

His voice trembled, and he was even more resentful than D.D.!

Doyle was furious, and the knight's sword in his hand trembled.

"Ah......hh Coward!"

But the young man was unmoved, and even pulled the old baron's hair like a demonstrative.

It was the old baron who snorted fiercely.

"Stinky boy," said Baron Doyle, whose face was bruised and struggling to speak, with difficulty:

"It's your daddy's business...... Take your mother, get out!"

D.D breathed in pain, but eventually lowered his sword and backed away to help his stepmother up.

Tails couldn't help but speak:

"Lord Marlos, maybe we ......"

But the next moment, Marhros interrupted him in a gloomy voice, and the words oozed with an unbearable chill:

"You ...... Drag that guy back for me, even if it breaks his leg. ”

Tails was momentarily speechless.

The Star Lake Guards looked at each other, and the three of them came out of the ranks and took the order.

There are also many Il's skills, but the two fists are no match for the six hands: Piloga dissolves his resistance, Commutto restrains his struggle, and the young Neshi is the most direct, a heavy punch to the lower abdomen, which does not work, so he throws a second punch.

Until Doyle, who was dying, was put back into the formation of the guards by the three of them amid the crying of his stepmother.

In the distance, several dukes had different expressions: Jenn was thoughtful, the one-eyed dragon looked angry, and the Duke of Vaal watched coldly, even interested in pouring wine for himself.

Lower, still in their seats, the "Seven Attendants of the Bright Stars" directly under the central collar were not so calm.

Baron Doyle, who was also the seventh chamberlain, was taken hostage, and Viscount Adrian was worried about what he said to Lozano Glover, Baron Stowe gritted his teeth, and Mrs. Barney, the "little iron thorn", held her son's hand tightly and comforted the conflict, and then curled up with the crying Luther Barney.

Viscount Patterson, who was old and ear-backed, tried hard to listen to the two nephews report the crisis in horror, and asked aloud questions from time to time, which eased the tense atmosphere.

"Young man, this is a royal banquet, and the honorable Duke of Tails is present. ”

In the crowd, the honorary earl, who was quite prestigious in the royal party and was in charge of receiving him at the royal banquet, Godwin came out of the crowd with a calm and gentle voice:

"Whatever the case, it's not wise for you to do this, and it's likely to hurt a lot of people. ”

"Whether it's for Baron Doyle, or for yourself. ”

Faced with Count Godwin's persuasion, the captors laughed, and the laughter was bleak and desperate.

Deeply disturbing to Tails.

But after only a few seconds, the young man took a deep breath and tried to put away his madness and anger.

"I'm sorry, Lord Count. ”

"But don't panic, folks. ”

Seeing that the frightened crowd gradually subsided, and the guards in front of him had no intention of attacking, the young man gasped for a moment or two, and said in a loud voice:

"Just listen to me. ”

The captor threw down the old baron, looked around, gritted his teeth, and said:

"I am educated and well-mannered, and I have no intention of harming the innocent at a banquet in the Mindish Hall. ”

"This decision is a last resort!"

Old Doyle snorted at his feet and spoke:

"Phew......"

But the young man's eyes sharpened, he lowered his head, and he kicked mercilessly!

"Shut up, old silverfish!"

The crowd exclaimed again.

"The guards here can't handle it, we have to do something. ”

On Tails' side, Captain Vogel whispered to his heralds:

"Control the perimeter, quietly and gradually evacuate the crowd, watch left and right, don't relax – and don't let that guy find out. ”

Many people had to be ordered to go, and they took action.

Vogel looked back:

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Is it possible that someone else is just bait?"

Marlos nodded calmly:

"Look at the look in his eyes, I'm sure. ”

The watchman didn't look at the reluctant D.D. who was restrained by the two: "It's just that I guessed one thing wrong: his target is not His Highness, but Baron Doyle." ”

"So what are we supposed to do?"

Tails couldn't help but speak: "Let him take hostages?"

"The king is not here, maybe the Duke of Star Lake, the highest-ranking duke, should be the master here......"

"No," Marhros refused, quickly, leaving no room for error:

"Listen, Your Highness, you stay here. ”

Tails was speechless.

The deputy captain of the guard on the side frowned.

Marlos turned his head, looking capable and resolute:

"Glovoe, you go and assemble Morgan, Italiano, Pezzarosi at once...... Well, and Toledo and Tshuifanov. ”

Glofo was stunned, and his face was puzzled.

In the Star Lake Guard, Morgan is a veteran of the Vanguard Wing, and there is nothing wrong with that.

But Italiano was subordinate to the logistics wing, and Pezzarosi was a follower of the penal officer Patterson.

As for Toledo and Trifanov, both of them had been in the command wing before, and had followed Marlos's subordinates for many years, and continued to serve as his heralds after arriving at the Mindith Hall.

But these seemingly unrelated candidates......

"They're all good at scouting or sniping. ”

The solemn Marlos explained it clearly in one sentence:

"Equip the bow and crossbow, you will lead the team, divide into three groups and go up to the high platform, find a good shooting boundary, wait for my signal, it is best to kill with one arrow, or two arrows......"

But Vogel's face on the side changed drastically.

"You're crazy!"

The deputy captain of the guard pressed down on Glofo, who was about to take the order, and gritted his teeth at Marios:

"Look around, from the Duke and Earl to the Seven Servants of the Bright Stars!"

Tails subconsciously glanced at the guests, and found that there were actually quite a few people secretly handing their glances here.

"Min Dith Hall, the royal banquet, the nobles and high-ranking officials in the royal capital are here, which means that the whole kingdom is watching!"

Vogel glanced around worriedly and lowered his voice:

"If he stabs without saying a word, that's fine, but he's holding hostages and negotiating with Earl Godwin......"

Marlos frowned.

"Drunken disputes, personal vendettas, it's one thing. But if you don't hesitate to snipe in public at the expense of hostages, causing bloody blood, and it's the royal family who preempts it, it's another ......"

Marlos shook his head:

"It's the least troublesome......"

Vogel interrupted him hurriedly:

"That's the big trouble!"

The leader was divided again, and the royal guards around him trembled, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

Even Tails, who had relaxed when he realized that he was not assassinating himself, became nervous again.

The Vice-Captain glared at the watchman:

"Don't forget, His Highness Tails is the master of the banquet! if one of the seven attendants dies here, it will be counted on his head!"

Tails was stunned.

"Besides, if you fail to decapitate, that guy goes berserk to slash the crowd, and the scene gets out of control......"

Vogel's voice became more and more cautious:

"And anyone here, even if it's an underage girl, has a lot to do with it......"

Unmoved, Marles observed the topography of the field:

"We can drag out the negotiations, gradually clear the scene, clear the firing area, and reduce the scope of the ripple and the ...... of collateral damage."

"It's not just physical 'damage'!"

The more Vogel's voice became more urgent, apparently losing patience:

"For the sake of the sunset, the moon, and the night!"

"This is just a banquet dispute, don't make this like a palace rebellion and a bloody war!"

Tails felt a chill in his heart.

Palace rebellion, bloody war......

The deputy captain of the guard stared at Marhos viciously:

"How many years have passed, the first royal banquet after the return of the heir of the kingdom, the last thing we need and the least can have, is such a situation and impression!"

"Do you understand?"

This time, Marlos was silent.

He confronted Vogel's lesson and did not refute it.

"Earl Godwin has intervened, and the best outcome of this matter is a negotiated settlement. ”

Vogel reined in his emotions and looked back at the field:

"Killing the killer is the last resort. ”

On the other side, negotiations between Count Godwin and the hostages continued.

"Young man, the years are good, why make mistakes?"

Earl Godwin's words were gentle and sincere:

"Lay down your arms, let go of Baron Doyle, and we'll talk slowly. I promise you in my honor that you will get the help you deserve. ”

The young man wiped the blood from his face and glanced at the old baron at his feet.

"Dear Earl Godwin, you have a good reputation, and I am grateful for your care and help. ”

His gaze was filled with indifference and resentment.

"But I'm sorry, you can't help me. ”

"No one can help. ”

"Don't talk too much, young man. Earl Godwin, while signaling to the guards not to provoke each other, said gently:

"First of all, who are you?"

The young man was silent for a while.

In the next second, he pressed the old baron's shoulder, causing the latter to tremble for a while.

"I'm Anke Al Baylar. ”

The bloodied captor raised his head, but a pride oozed from his words:

"The Birard family from the Western Wilderness, Raven Town. ”

The voice of the young man who called himself Anker Al was trembling:

"His Majesty Kessel, his faithful servant, a valiant warrior, and ......"

His voice fell:

"Insignificant people. ”

Anker slowly raised his head, his eyes sharpened and looked at everyone:

"And my father is one of the thousands of lords in the Kingdom of the Stars, Baron Raven Cry. ”

There was a small commotion in the crowd, and many people turned around to find their friends who were in the West Wilderness, or who knew them well, trying to dig up some information.

"Damn, it's a hereditary aristocrat from out of town. On Tails' side, Deputy Guard Captain Vogel waved his hand sharply, summoning his men in charge of the flag wings:

"Go check if it's true, and quickly notify the Fuxing Palace. ”

Earl Godwin consulted with a few friends.

"Anker, right? The Bailal family ......"

"Since you have been born noble and educated since childhood," said Earl Godwin, turning from mild-mannered to serious:

"Then you should know ......"

"Whether it's holding the old and weak hostage hostage or despicable assassination, whether it's disturbing the guests or insulting the host of the banquet, it will bring shame on your family!"

Anke gasped in place in a trance.

"I beg your pardon for taking the risk and disturbing you, because I am at a loss. ”

His throat was dry and hoarse.

Filled with despair.

Anker raised his sword with hatred on his face and pressed it back into the old baron's neck:

"Because only here can I catch this damn old silverfish!"

"Force him to look me face to face!"

Looking at the other party's resolute eyes, Tails's heart moved!

"This bastard ......"

D.D., who had recovered a little, was still held by his colleagues with his arms in his arms, he gritted his teeth and struggled:

"There's a kind of you-"

But he didn't finish, because Marlos turned around and slapped him resoundingly without mercy!

Syllable!

Doyle froze.

He looked at Marios with a knife-like look in his eyes.

"If you want to kill your father, just say it!"

The watchman said coldly:

"Let him go! I'm going to see how much more stupid thing you can do today!"

Piloga, who was holding him, hesitated for a moment, and only then did he release his joints a little, but it was Kommutto who was neat and let go of Doyle directly.

The latter took a few breaths in a daze, touched his red and swollen face, looked at his father who was being held hostage with a trembling voice, and finally gritted his teeth and squatted down in pain.

Marlos's actions were resolute and unobtrusive, but he frowned at Vogel on the side, and Tails was also startled.

But Duke Xinghu came back to his senses and looked at the situation in the field.

He's focused on another part.

The Assassin was Anker Al Baylar.

It's him.

Tails looked serious: he recognized it.

At the beginning of the banquet, the prince played on the spot and gave an opening speech.

And after his bold "you Chaman Rumba", a young nobleman was the first to respond, the first to raise his glass and talk back in a loud voice.

[To the Duke of Tyres!]

[For his open-mindedness, wisdom, heart, courage - and youth!]

It's him.

It was his generous echo response that caused the guests present to respond and bless the Duke of Xinghu like a tide.

Tails recalled the scene just now, and looked at the young man with mixed feelings: he held a sword in one hand and a dying Baron Doyle in the other, his expression resolute and resolute.

Like Marhros said......

Death is like home.

"Anker, you said your father was a lord, a baron of Raventown," said Earl Godwin slowly:

"Would he like to see you like this?"

Anker shuddered.

"My father, Baron Bailard of Raven Town......"

He clasped the old baron's neck tightly, his eyes were misty, and he murmured:

"He didn't want to, and he couldn't see it again. ”

Earl Godwin was stunned.

Anker took a deep breath and became angry and focused again, looking at everyone.

"A few months ago, my father, as one of the lords of the Western Wilderness, answered the call of the Duke of Falkenhause. ”

He led his army westward, expeditioned into the desert, thousands of miles away, and raised the prestige of the stars. ”

Tails was shocked.

Expedition to the desert? Isn't that just-

Anker's voice echoed through the hall, high-spirited and generous:

"He was ordered to lead the army!" for the return journey of His Highness Tails......

"Get out of the way!"

Tails froze.

Many eyes were on the prince, encompassing a myriad of them.

These include Jenn's interest, the one-eyed dragon's razor-sharp edge, and the indifferent silence of the Vaal Duke.

Wait a minute.

Tails suppressed his surprise, and the journey to the West Wilderness returned to his mind.

A few months ago, the local conscripts of the princes of the Western Wilderness who worked with the standing army of the royal family to clear the desert were ......

"Until the early hours of that morning, a few hours before the Duke of Tails was finally recovered......"

Anker said in a trance:

"While Wings of Legend was not at the camp, the Bones and Orcs attacked and invaded the Bladefang Dune camp. ”

"My father, who was still in the camp, was suddenly attacked in his sleep. ”

"The army under his command was almost completely annihilated. ”

And he himself was seriously injured. ”

Bladetooth Dune ......

Tails shuddered inwardly.

The Wings of Legend, Baron Roman's murderous eyes, appeared in front of him.

And his chilling words:

【Return to Camp...... No matter who you bump into...... Whether it's human, mongrel......]

【Race ...... You...... Village...... Kai ......】

Tails' breathing was sluggish.

"As a general of the defeated army, my father returned home depressed, returned to the town of Crow, and was blamed again......"

Assassin, hijacker, Anke Al Al took a deep breath and raised his head with red eyes:

"Before long, his injuries worsened, and he was tortured physically and mentally......"

The young man holding the blade raised his head, looked at the tall Tails, and said hoarsely:

"It ended in pain. ”

On the other end of the line, Tails gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Eight thousand words, keep chapters, take it directly, you're welcome.

See friends tomorrow, probably not more.

Pass.

(End of chapter)