Except for the sound of breathing, the Ballard room was quiet and silent at the moment, and the falling needles could be heard.

But as the chief commander of the royal guard, Lord Adrian felt that this was one of the most tormenting, tormenting, and painful moments of his life.

The fire is shining and the shadow is swaying.

The remnant sun shines on the wall, bloody and bright red.

Across the table, the Supreme King and the Duke of Xinghu faced each other silently, without saying a word.

The others were silent, waiting for this strange and fragile tranquility between fear and tension.

Finally, I don't know how long later, King Kessel's deep and forbearant voice slowly sounded in the room:

"Why?"

Why.

The king's words were calm and slow.

But it contains an unbearable weight.

He was answered by the young duke's low laughter.

Tails pressed his forehead against the hilt of the loader's sword, exhaled, and stopped chuckling.

"Shouldn't you have expected this?"

"After you summoned me to the palace for an audience, and then copied the Mindith Hall with your backhand. ”

Tails raised his head, his eyes like lightning:

"Your Majesty?"

The prince's reply was very light and indifferent, but it made many people who had been nervous for a long time inexplicably relieved.

The king gazed at his son, and the blue sea in his eyes returned to an incomprehensible depth.

He didn't think much about it for long, then he snorted lightly and turned his head, as if the person in the seat across from him didn't deserve his attention.

"Adrian, Marico. ”

The captain of the general guard and the second vanguard officer bowed down and pressed their chests together:

"Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty!"

King Kessel picked up the letter on the table and began to read.

"Duke Xinghu is overtired and mentally disturbed. ”

The king's understatement instantly changed everyone's color!

Even Tails frowned slightly.

"Let the royal guards escort him back to Mindis Hall to recuperate. ”

"Keep it low-key. ”

The Imperial Council continued. ”

Marico was glad to be ordered, and before he could wave his hand eagerly, even one or two bold and unangry guards had stepped forward.

Gilbert was shocked:

"Your Majesty!

Even Prime Minister Cullen frowned:

"Your Majesty, do you think twice?"

The people in the Mindis Hall outside the door were also anxious, but Wyaa and Rolf, who were the first to act, had already been held to the neck by several swords, and Gloover was crushed to the ground by several colleagues in the vanguard wing, and he could not even breathe, and D.D., who was shouting, was covered by a handful of mouths and noses, and had to shout "Don't".

Cohen, who has been in battle for a long time, used the black horse as a barrier, struggling back and forth, which made the royal guards who threw the mouse bogey scramble for a while, but at some point, a scar-faced man from Ballard's room appeared behind him, and he didn't know what he said, the fierce big man was suddenly stunned, and then he was slashed in the back of the head by the scar-faced man, and fell straight down.

The restless Jenny bared her teeth fiercely, but an experienced old guard lit a blazing torch and forced it in front of her, and the big black horse with the empty size whimpered, and suddenly behaved and saved.

Tails put away his afterglow, knowing that he had no backup—even though they were confused even when they entered the palace.

"But Your Majesty. ”

Adrian, who was the captain of the guard, raised his hand to soothe Mariko, who was about to move, and said tentatively:

"From here to Mindis Hall—"

"Fabio Adrian. The king read the letter intently, and did not lift his head.

When his full name was called, Lord Adrian immediately bowed his head and shut up.

"I've been forgiving enough today. ”

"No matter to whom. ”

Although he spoke to the captain of the guard, the people present, including Gilbert, all the subordinates and guards were in their hearts.

"Don't challenge my patience anymore. ”

Right now.

Clang!

With a sharp sound, everyone was startled and turned their heads in unison:

I saw Tails lift the hilt of his sword upside down and smash the tip of the "load-bearing" sword on the floor tiles of Ballard's room, checking the casting quality of the ancient imperial sword.

Bell, bell, bell!

In front of everyone, Tails ignored the sound of gasps, and with the help of the Sins of the Prison River, he carried the load-bearer on his shoulders and sighed.

Several guards closest to the boy were waiting to step forward, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but stop.

Load-bearing.

It's a family heirloom sword for a stupid big man.

Not only is it of good quality, but it is also very heavy.

Just maintaining this posture without collapsing consumed a lot of his strength.

Not to mention, you have to prevent the blade that is close at hand from injuring yourself.

Just like his title.

"I always felt that this room was too monotonous. ”

Feeling the cold blade on his shoulder, the prince raised his head and faced the nervous crowd with a cheerful attitude: "Maybe you should hang one more painting, like ......"

Tails narrowed his eyes, and his tone instantly became serious:

"The Sacrifice of the Ascending King?"

At that moment, many people couldn't help but breathe.

Tails caught a glimpse of their reactions, smiled coldly, and became more and more uninhibited:

"Or 'The Iron Fist Kills the Son'?"

Kill the son.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then looked nervously at the king.

"Stop messing around, Your Highness!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Gilbert spoke sharply, and his face was full of distress for him, who had always been courteous to the prince, and called him by his first name:

"Tails!"

But Tails just gave him a smile in return, silent.

Only the setting sun fell on his collar, reflecting bright red.

In the face of the prince's response, Lord Adrian sighed helplessly and looked at the king again.

At the end of the long table, the Iron Fist King seemed to come back to his senses, and slowly raised his eyes from the letter.

"This is the Imperial Council of the Kingdom. ”

He glanced sideways at his son and snorted nonchalantly.

"I didn't have time to listen to a wronged little kid crying and grabbing the ground, screaming and screaming. ”

The royal ministers looked at each other, and King Kessel's tone suddenly became cold:

"If he wants to kill himself, let him be. ”

Let it be.

Stunned, Tails couldn't help but clench his teeth.

"Bright Stars don't need idiots. ”

The Iron Fist King lowered his head and returned his gaze to the letter:

"Or cowards. ”

Everyone's eyes turned back to Duke Xinghu.

The ministers watched nervously at his eyes and words, while the guards stared at his movements and blades.

Tails' heart froze.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to six years ago, back to Longxiao City, back to the Hall of Heroes in Valhalla.

At that time, the eyes of the Heavenly King and the five Grand Dukes were the same as they are now, like thousands of sharp arrows, shooting at the sword in his hand that was too heavy to hold.

They waited.

Waiting for him to kill himself.

Or surrender.

It's been six years.

Nothing has changed.

Except for one point.

Tails' eyes were firm, and the sins of the Hellriver gathered like a trickle, helping him to grip the load-bearer on his shoulders.

The sword in his hand was no longer an unbearable weight.

"Then you must be an idiot and a coward, father?"

Tails spoke calmly, but his words were as sharp as a knife:

"Or, you don't want to be another star?"

"Really?"

As the words fell, the insulting content of the king first ushered in a dead silence, and then caused an uproar.

The king didn't move, only a pair of eyes radiated a cold light.

Eighteen years have passed since the year of the Blood, when Kessel Bright Star was crowned king.

In the era of the Iron Fist, the last time someone confronted or even insulted the Supreme King head-on was six years ago.

And the treasonous duke who spoke outrageously was already in prison, destined to die behind bars.

Many people who were hoping for the situation to calm down had their wishes disappointed, and they couldn't help but sigh bitterly.

The royal guards looked solemn, their weapons pressed and nodded to each other for final confirmation.

"Your Highness......" Gilbert closed his eyes and stopped talking.

But unexpectedly, the king moved slightly and put down the letter.

"Oh?"

King Kessel's questioning voice rang out, stopping several of the guards who were preparing to sneak up from behind.

The king stared at the prince, for a long, long time.

But this time, there was something more in Kessel's eyes.

"Why?"

Despite having only one word, Tails knew what he wanted to ask.

It's like a unique telepathy between the stars.

"You know why. ”

Tails knocked on the spine of the sword and said calmly:

"Whatever the reason, if the heir to the throne were to die in the Revival Palace, your reign would be devastating like never before. ”

"The same is true of the stars. ”

Heir to the throne.

Died in the Fuxing Palace.

A few words made all the ministers in front of the palace frown, and they had a lot of worries in their hearts.

King Kessel was still staring at Tails, his eyes slowly dilated.

"Kill me here, father, you are tantamount to cutting yourself off and digging your own grave. ”

"Of course. Tails shrugged, relaxed:

"If you want to kill yourself, so do you. ”

At that second, the Iron Fist King's eyes were cold.

But Tails did not shy away from it, and his eyes met the king head-on:

"Anyway, Bright Star doesn't need an idiot. ”

"Or cowards. ”

Tails' voice fell.

At that moment, everyone present looked at their prince in shock.

Lord Adrian pressed his forehead helplessly and painfully.

There's no more terrifying father-son conversation than this.

Ballard's indoor temperature is back to its lowest point.

After a few seconds, King Kessel smiled.

Sneer.

"It's late. ”

He leaned forward slightly, emerging from the shadows, letting the setting sun carve his resolute silhouette.

"It's too late. ”

The Iron Fist King's laughter came to an abrupt end:

"From the moment when the heir to the throne trespassed on the palace ban and intended to rebel. ”

Hearing the word "rebellion", several ministers turned their heads in disbelief.

"The kingdom's rule has been damaged beyond repair. ”

Tails' face darkened.

Gilbert covered his face in pain, the Prime Minister pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and Bishop Guy closed his eyes in prayer.

"Because of your short-sightedness, child. ”

King Kessel said lightly:

"Your threats and chips are worthless. ”

Tails exhaled, his eyes closed, and his head bowed.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Kessel hasn't changed.

He is still the same character, exactly the same as when he first met him.

He won't compromise.

There will be no concessions.

There will be no retreat.

Only more resolute and more decisive.

The sun disappeared from the prince's hair.

The hilt of the load-bearer's sword fell down against his knees.

Kessel snorted coldly and turned to the others:

"So, what are you waiting for?"

But in the next second, before the royal guards could react, Tails suddenly opened his eyes!

"Then why?"

"Why do you even say I'm insane?"

Duke Xinghu's words rang out loud, resounding both inside and outside Ballard:

"Why are you putting me back in Mindis Hall?"

"Since it's irreparable, why don't you just give the order and kill me on the spot?"

Tails tightened his grip on the load-bearer and sat up straight again.

Face his opponents.

King Kessel snorted coldly, and reacted equally quickly:

"Are you sure I don't dare?"

"Of course you dare!"

The prince replied sharply:

"You can kill me here, send the body out of the palace, and then declare that Prince Tails is suddenly ill and dies in Mindis Hall—just like the former 'King of Mist' Mist I!"

The Fog King.

"No ......" Gilbert turned pale when he realized the worst outcome.

The Iron Fist King's eyes were like knives, and he stabbed Tails.

But Tails didn't wait for the other party to reply, and then he got up with a bang!

"But only if you do!"

Amid the sound of unsheaths and shouts, the prince held his sword in one hand and pressed forward to the table with the other, and shouted angrily:

"All those who are present to witness the king's murder, whether they are ministers or guards, you must keep your mouth shut strictly, for years, decades, or even a lifetime!

At that moment, Viscount Coney, Lord Clapane, Advisor Sordor ...... The ministers looked at each other in disbelief.

"Ahh

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

But before he finished speaking, the Duke of Cullen was like an old lion, and stopped the treasurer:

"Shut up, Joke!"

Before the treasurer could say something, Soduo on one side was resolute, pulled him to his side, and closed his mouth.

Lord Adrian made a hasty gesture in his efforts to pacify the defensive line, which had almost lost control due to the sudden change in the situation.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

"That's the only way!"

But Tails didn't care about anything else, he just stared at the king in front of him with all his heart, gritted his teeth and gasped:

"You will not leak the news and repeat the evil example of ascending to the king's sacrificial son, endangering the authority of the royal family and threatening your rule. ”

But he clearly miscalculated.

"Ascending to the King?"

King Kessel, on the throne, laughed angrily:

"If you can reproduce the great deeds of Elam I, why not sacrifice a prince?"

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

Tails frowned fiercely and gritted his teeth.

No one knew that his shoulder was aching from Cohen's heavy sword, and it was already starting to go numb.

The sins of the River of Hell's River poured into his veins, soothing his pain but tensing his nerves.

Compared to many of his enemies—King Nunn, King Chaman, Jenn, Falkenhause, Ashida, Giza, Uglyface, and Hammer—the Iron Fist King may not be the strongest, the strangest, the most terrifying.

But he's definitely the hardest.

There is no room for threat.

Don't worry about the worst.

Regardless of the burning of jade.

Compared with him, Roman Williams, who has his skull on his shoulders, is simply the gentleest, most considerate and best talkative person in the world.

"Your Highness Tails!"

Seeing that the situation was deteriorating out of control, Prime Minister Cullen, the presiding officer of the Imperial Council, had to speak out.

"They are both bright stars, and they are father and son," the old duke sighed, and said earnestly at this moment:

"Why is that?"

They are also bright stars.

He is a father and son.

With that, Tails clenched his fists and looked at the Iron Fist King again.

But at the same time, what resounded in his ears was the bleak question of the traitor Sémir under the prison of bones:

[Is the son killing the father, or the younger brother killing the brother?]

The son kills the father.

The Sins of the River Hellriver began to roar like a ferocious beast, tearing at the cage that had trapped him.

Tails looked blankly at the Iron Fist's neck.

He couldn't help but think of the night of dragon blood, when the head of the Heavenly King fell to the ground.

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

Like a hollow rotten watermelon.

Tails gripped the hilt of his sword again.

"Sit your seat, Bob," Kessel said coldly, rejecting the Prime Minister:

"It's a housework, and outsiders are a fart. ”

These words were blunt, vulgar and merciless, and the senior and well-respected Cullen suddenly turned ugly.

Others were even more afraid to interject.

Housework.

Tails scoffed, trying to get rid of it.

"yes, like domestic violence. ”

Tails lowered his voice and said coldly:

"If you don't kill and die, no one will listen. ”

Perhaps because his tone was very different this time, the king stared at him.

On the other side, Counsel Sodot remembered something and couldn't help sighing:

"You remind me of His Highness Horace, Duke of Tails. ”

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

"Horace. Horace?"

The king sneered:

"He's not even close. ”

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

"The farce is over, kid. ”

"You have ten seconds, lay down your weapons," the Iron Fist King retracted his smile and coldly raised his hand towards the royal guard:

"Or the head of the person. ”

The sins of the River of Hell boiled uneasily, and the senses of hell spontaneously flowed out, allowing Tails to hear the tiny footsteps and clothes of countless guards quietly surrounding him.

Drop your weapon.

or a human head on the ground.

Ten seconds.

All of them.

can only be exchanged for his ...... Ten seconds.

The sins of the Prison River are raging.

Tails stared at King Kessel's eyes, resisting the urge to leap and swing his sword.

He knew that King Kessel was serious.

But it's a pity.

So did he.

"I know, father. ”

Tails had a grim expression and a cold voice, just like his opponent.

"You don't bother to compromise and make concessions, you never show weakness, and you want to solve the matter with the same decisiveness and determination as before. ”

Tails tapped the spine of the load-bearer's sword, and there was a dull metallic thud.

"But at the end of the day, you're not willing. ”

The boy forgot the different gazes of his courtiers, the steps of the guards who followed the king's gestures, and even the heavy sword beside his shoulder, and his eyes were only at the end of the long table, the opponent he could not choose, but could only face.

The sin of the river of hell keeps rolling.

"You don't want to lose a whole game just because of a chess piece. ”

Tails looked deeply at King Kessel and moved the blade of his sword an inch closer to his neck.

"The whole game?"

The Iron Fist King sneered.

"Ten seconds is up, and you're not as important as you think, kid. ”

"So do you, father!"

Unexpectedly, Tails opened his mouth with a loud cry, his hands on the hilt of his sword, and the blade of the sword held in front of his throat.

The sins of the River of Hellgo are raging.

"Compared to the kingdom of six hundred and eighty years and the empire of two thousand years, you and me, we are nothing!"

Tails' eyes widened with rage, his abdomen pressed against the table, his body leaned forward to the limit, and the heavy sword on his shoulder trembled from lack of strength:

"But a speck of dust. ”

The sin of the Prison River roared out, unwilling to be angry.

King Kessel sneered, and his raised palm was about to swing down.

"Unless, father," Tails gritted his teeth, ignoring the tingling pain in his neck, and felt everything around him dim except for those blue eyes:

"We were born for the stars. ”

Born for the stars.

The Iron Fist King's expression changed.

His gesture stopped in mid-air, still.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

"Stop, go back, go back, go back!"

Lord Adrian spoke hurriedly, stopping a few royal guards who couldn't hold back and wanted to act first before His Majesty gave the order.

"That," Viscount Connie took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to play the round, "It's better than us—"

But Prime Minister Cullen's big slap then slammed into his shoulder!

The loyal words of the Minister of Commerce and Trade were smashed back into the stomach.

Duke Donghai was expressionless, just put his index finger to his lips.

Accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, he knew that this was a conversation that only Bright Star could participate in, and a language that only the royal family could understand.

The silent repression lasted for a long time.

Until the king's voice came faintly.

"What are you going to do?"

The sound is like quicksand and broken pieces, and the words are like hidden edges in the sheath.

Tails took a deep breath and smiled.

At this moment, his tone was relieved and relaxed.

"A quarter of an hour. ”

The prince said in a trance:

"Up and down the stars, the whole kingdom, all we need is our ...... alone"

"This quarter of an hour. ”

Gilbert's eyes widened: between Tails' blade and collar, a few drops of scarlet blood oozed out and landed on the table.

King Kessel did not answer.

His gaze was locked on the blood on the table.

One second, two seconds.

Finally, the king slowly lowered his left hand, which was about to be attacked.

Instead, his right hand, his fingers folded into a fist, and slammed it on the table!

"Everyone. ”

King Kessel's voice was cold:

"Stand down. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Only Tails exhaled violently when he heard this.

Grass him.

The sins of the Prison River were unwillingly put to rest.

The prince took a few deep breaths, and he poured back into his seat and lowered the load-bearer to his knees.

Only then did he realize that although winter had come, the hilt of the sword held in his palm had long been soaked with sweat.

Right now.

"No, Marico!"

At that moment, the sin of the Prison River in Tails' body suddenly woke up and roared!

Worst!

Tails subconsciously raised his sword.

But he was late.

As Adrian exclaimed.

Boom!

Tails only felt that the figure in front of him flashed, his jaw ached, and his eyes flashed with stars!

Bang!

Another muffled thud sent Tails a sharp pain in his abdomen, pulling all the resistance out of his body.

"Dangchang!"

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the load-bearing man fell to the ground, shaking.

It was three seconds before a dizzy Tails opened his eyes, gasping for pain.

"The rebellion is over, Your Highness. ”

Marico, the second vanguard of the royal guard, pressed him to the ground, locked his arms under his armpits and pressed his knees against his neck, making it difficult for the prince to breathe and unable to speak.

"This punch is for the brothers guarding the palace gate. ”

The vanguard officer looked at the blood on the corner of the prince's mouth, retracted his fist hatefully, and spat to the side.

"Whitty kid. ”