At that moment, Anker was stunned.

He stared blankly at Tails.

"Your Majesty will be pleased, glad ......"

The people of the Western Wilderness turned their heads in distraction and muttered to themselves.

"yes, yes......"

Tails frowned.

"You know, this morning, Jenn gave in to my father. He cut off a chunk of meat for it, and ran back to the Emerald City in a puff of smoke - as if planned. ”

"What's the benefit?"

Tails stared at Anker:

"What's in it for you to make this big news, Jenn Cavendier and his Southbank Consulate?"

"Just to embarrass me? and watch you get executed?"

Anker was still distracted and silent for a long time.

"Anker?"

Tails had to raise his voice.

Al shuddered slightly, and came to his senses.

He looked blankly at Tails, his lips trembling as he stopped talking.

"Do you know, Your Highness," Anker finally spoke after a few seconds, but what he said had nothing to do with Tails' question:

"If I die in a duel, or at the hands of the guards, I will kill myself. ”

Anker said blankly:

"But you, you said you wanted to give me a chance. ”

"But did you know that when you stopped me, you took the weight of a life?"

He looked at Tails, like the walking dead:

"That's brave. ”

"But it's stupid. ”

In the next second, Anker's expression kept changing, and his facial muscles were entangled back and forth.

It was as if there was a fierce ideological struggle going on.

Wrong.

Tails frowned:

Anker's performance was wrong.

"It's funny. ”

Tails spoke in a calm tone, and followed his words:

"You know, more than one person has said I'm stupid — and all after I made them dirty. ”

Tails remembered the people who had said this: Nunn, Charman, Kessel......

But Bailal ignored the prince's words.

"But why did I agree then, and why should I give you the sword?"

He was immersed in his own world, and his words were like beads:

"I'm just a pawn, why bother thinking about it?"

The more Anker spoke, the more agitated he became, until he sobbed in pain.

"Maybe, maybe I still have a trace of stupidity," the scarred nobleman of the Western Wilderness gritted his teeth, but he couldn't stop the tears on his cheeks:

"A hint of weakness, a hint of fluke. ”

"I want to believe. ”

"Rely on. ”

His reaction made Tails more and more suspicious.

"But when they cook me...... I suddenly thought," Anker bit his lower lip and burst into tears:

"You're just one person, too. ”

Tails had to step up his efforts to reassure him and calm him down.

"If I believe in you, count on you. ”

"You can ......"

"Who can you trust and who can you rely on?"

In the next second, Anker suddenly broke up!

Ignoring the pain of his hands and feet being tied up fiercely, and ignoring the heinous wounds all over his body, he used his strength to pull Tails in front of him!

Stunned, Tails had to prop himself up on the other side of the recliner to maintain his balance.

At this moment, Tails found himself face to face with Anker.

And the other party's eyes were actually full of ...... Fear?

"Your Highness, you're just, another chess piece, aren't you?"

Anker clutched his hand, and the tremor on his body reached its peak.

Another chess piece.

"What else did Jenn tell you, Anker?"

"Why did he insist that I come to you—now that things are as you say, there is no going back?"

Duke Xinghu stared at Bailal:

"What else is there...... Other pieces?"

"What is it?"

Anker let out a whimper of pain.

"Reason tells me that it is wrong, and I should not leave it to chance—there is no forgiveness for the desert, and forgiveness for the desert!"

He breathed heavily, and his words were incoherent and meaningless:

"Your Highness, you should not be weak,"

"There is no disaster in the desert, and there is a disaster in the world!"

Tails grabbed Anker's hand firmly, looking at his painful and fragile tears, and became more and more sure of his judgment.

Anker is a pawn.

But Jenn ...... But it's not the whole game.

"Anker!"

Tails decisively reached out and grabbed Anker's head from both sides, looking him straight in the eye.

As if looking into his soul.

"Think about your family, think about what you came to the king for!"

Anker shuddered.

"We are the same people," said the prince irrefutablely, "no matter what ...... we face."

"Let me help you. ”

Anker looked back at the prince in a daze, his eyes blank and helpless.

But Tails' eyes were unwavering.

Aggressive.

He will not be allowed to back down.

In the next second, Anke exhaled.

With this breath, he seemed to lose all his strength and fell weakly back into the recliner.

But Tails froze.

There were bursts of sobbing in the air.

In front of the Prince's eyes, Anker, covered in trauma, lay in a chair in a state of distraction.

The young man bit his lip and trembled.

Tears rolled down.

Anker Al Baylar.

Tails had a clump in his heart.

This person who dared to make a big fuss about the royal banquet and exchange his life for the future of his family......

Crying.

Tails suddenly remembered Rolf.

That night, the ghost of the wind, who had lost all hope, wept in front of him.

It's like...... Anke Bailal at the moment.

The prince sighed, sat down on a nearby stool, and bowed his head.

He suddenly lost interest in knowing the answer and didn't want to ask any more.

Right now.

"Tina. ”

Tails looked up.

I saw Anker lying on the chair, holding back his sobs, and whimpering from his throat:

"Tina Emmorey. ”

The prince frowned:

"What?"

Anker inhaled hard, as if it would give him courage.

"Tina Amorey, daughter of the former Baron of Amorey," he said intermittently, like a walking corpse, "she is living in Raven's Town, in our house in Baylar. ”

Tails was puzzled.

"I don't understand, what does this have to do with her......"

Anker looked up suddenly!

"Five years ago. ”

He raised his voice, his face was sad, like a death row prisoner rushing to the execution ground:

"In the year when the "Border County Development Tax Exemption Case" caused the most controversy in the Western Wilderness, the Baron of the Town of Amorey returned from a trip to the Blade Territory, but he was infected with the plague of the fog, and his family died of illness, and he became extinct. ”

Tails was stunned.

But Tina didn't. ”

Anke glared at the prince and died:

"For five years, she tried to forget the past, went incognito, and lived with us as a maid – after I left my father's castle with my siblings. ”

Amorey Town ......

The whole family died of illness......

Tails only felt a memory move, déjà vu.

"But as long as you go to my house and find Tina," Anker gasped, fear and pain tangled in his voice:

"She is the most powerful proof of being alive. ”

"Her bloodline, her survival, her existence, her testimony prove that five years ago, Baron Amorey's family did not die of the disease. ”

In the next second, Anker's voice became extremely cold, full of resentment:

"It's a few big people in the Western Wilderness, who conspired to join forces and secretly exterminate their mouths. ”

At that moment, Tails' mind moved.

He remembered.

"After the incident, the town of Amorey was transferred to someone else, and the situation was suppressed without any waves. ”

"Those in the know include the three highest families: Castle Heroic Soul and Wing Castle, and even Falkenhaus!"

He'd heard about it.

Tails thought blankly.

On the way back to Yongxing City from Camp Bladefang.

In the mouth of Cohen's cousin, Earl of Wing Castle, Dele Cromar.

But......

"Why?"

Tails reacted and hurriedly asked:

"Why!"

Anker was sweating profusely and gasping for breath, letting out an ambiguous sneer.

"In order to turn the Blade Tooth Camp into a talisman, in order to assimilate that sharp knife into the norm, in order to stagnate the hand stretched out to the west of the Fuxing Palace, the West Wilderness has to endure the pain of being stabbed in the heart by the blade, and the interests of the minor nobles must be sacrificed - obviously, the Baron of Emmorey can't help but feel the pain, and the king's decree has hit him too hard. ”

"So much so that he plans to put aside the tacit understanding with the three major families, act brutally on his own, and even threaten to lead troops to protest, detonate contradictions, and force Xihuang to make a clear position and rebel against Fuxing Palace!"

Tails' face changed slightly, and he remembered what a certain duke had said to him:

[You know, when your vassals and subordinates are angry and angry, you don't have much choice but to go with the flow. 】

[If you don't become their leader, you will become their enemy, and you will be the first to fall in the flank of the inside and outside. 】

"The tragedy of the Amorey family, this will be a horrific tragedy in the kingdom - the three major families are selfish and willing to sacrifice the interests of their subordinate lords, and do not hesitate to exterminate the natural orthodox nobles of the kingdom and clean up the portal. ”

This will expose to the world the long-standing backwardness and self-isolation, brutality and conservatism of the Western Wilderness. ”

Anker closed his eyes in pain and leaned back into the recliner:

"It is also the opportunity and bargaining chip that His Majesty dreams of. ”

"It is an opportunity for the Fuxing Palace to break the deadlock once and for all. ”

Tails a thriller!

"The evidence is conclusive, there is no way to deny it, the heinous crime, the whole country is in an uproar, the three major families will be irrefutable internal and external difficulties, and the Western Wilderness is divided up and down and difficult to unite. ”

"Either they will obediently obey and let the Fuxing Palace handle it, and accept all the treatment given to them by His Majesty. ”

Anker pale:

"Either ......"

Tails was shocked and speechless for a moment.

King Kessel's dream is to completely tame the chips of the Western Wilderness.

In the hands of Al Ralar.

But why, why......

Too many things that he couldn't figure out hit at once, and his head hurt in a trance.

There was a long silence in the room.

"In any case, your majesty will be very happy to get this bargaining chip. ”

"Very happy ......"

Anker subconsciously struggled, and the strap made the chaise longue rattle:

"Use it, Your Highness, use this chip. ”

"Use it to intercede with Your Majesty," Anke gritted his teeth, as if to bite the most precious thing in his mouth:

"I'm going to die, but for his sake...... Keep the Al Lar family and protect my younger siblings. ”

Thinking about the logic behind this, Tails took a deep breath and came back to his senses.

"Why, why is it only said now?"

The prince asked the tormented soul in front of him, puzzled:

"If you've made up your mind, why didn't you take it and bargain with Myko, or even my father, earlier?"

Anker's expression collapsed, and the madness in his eyes and the ruthlessness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

"So, Your Highness, what is the price?"

Anker replied dumbfounded.

Tails understood, and looked at him sadly:

"Everything. ”

The young man smiled numbly and desperately and nodded:

"The house of Al Bailal will be a betrayal, a target for all. ”

"In the chess game of the Western Wilderness, we will no longer have choices, no more freedom, no more ...... Future. ”

Tails pressed his shoulder.

In the next second, Anker's eyes were slightly blank, and endless pain and remorse oozed from his voice:

"And Tina, Tina......"

"She will never, never, never forgive me. ”

Al Biral's voice fell, and the whole person stared blankly into the void, no longer moving.

Like The Walking Dead.

Return to the dead silence.

"The girl named Tina. ”

After a while, Tails spoke with difficulty:

"Who is she?"

Anker didn't answer.

He just glanced at Tails with red eyes and slammed back into his chair, whimpering in pain between his teeth.

For a split second, Tails seemed to be back in the cramped Ballard Room.

"She's well?" asked the prince, stunned.

Anke gasped in a trance.

"The best. ”

"But now, it doesn't matter. ”

Anker stopped looking at him and said numbly:

"It doesn't matter anymore. ”

There was silence in the torture chamber.

But Tails was in a state of disarray.

Does Jenn know about it? Or does Jenn know that Anker has leverage?

"That's what it is...... What did Jenn ask you to tell me?"

"An irresistible bargaining chip, an opportunity for the royal family to completely crush the Western Wilderness?"

Anker nodded distractedly:

"Yes. ”

"But no. ”

Tails frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Anker looked up and looked at Tails bitterly

"In order to save my family, I did turn to the Duke of Cavendier for help, and begged him to facilitate my entry into the banquet. ”

"But not him. ”

Anker Quiet Road:

"He's just...... Another chess piece. ”

Jenn just ...... Another chess piece?

Tails was stunned.

"I don't understand. ”

Anke gasped for a few seconds, his face pained, as if the effectiveness of the chaka was waning.

But Tails couldn't care so much anymore.

"Even before that, when I was looking around, I had asked another person for help. ”

Another person.

"He reminded me of this plan to go to the meeting with a sword and duel in front of people to protect the family. Anker's words were intermittent, with a double sadness of heartbreak and despair.

"What?" Tails suddenly felt as he touched the back of the game.

Bring a sword to the meeting.

Duel.

"Who?"

The prince pressed Anker's shoulder in shock, shook him and asked:

"Who's that?"

Anker hissed in pain, but he still smiled wryly and spoke:

"But he didn't do anything, he refused to help me, I even threatened him with this chip, but he just laughed......"

"He finally said that my only chance to save the Al al-Bhalal family can only be found in the royal capital, in the body of one person. ”

Anker's bloodshot eyes locked on Tails' body:

"He also said, in case I fail, in case I have to use this chip......

"Gotta give it to you. ”

"I can only leave it to you. ”

Jenn is just a pawn......

Someone.

The ...... of this chess game

There are others.

Tails couldn't take it anymore, and his hand on Anker's shoulder grew stronger:

"Who?"

The man who drove Anker to die......

The man who sneered and moved the chess pieces......

The one who drove himself and D.D. to the brink of extinction......

In his indignation, the prince's eyes were on fire:

"Who is the person behind this banquet farce?"

Tails made a loud noise, and the footsteps of Nobu and Raphael rang out from behind:

"Your Highness, what's going on?"

But Tails didn't care, he just held down Anker and waited for his answer.

The one who is hiding behind the scenes......

The one who watched coldly......

The one who even hinted at Jenn, guided Anker, and pushed himself to find the so-called "Your Majesty will be happy" bargaining chip, and did not hesitate to detonate all the contradictions under the table of the kingdom......

"He wants me to tell you, Your Highness......"

Anke gasped in pain for a few breaths, and with the last of his strength, he pressed closer to Tails' ear:

"The carriage will disperse, what do you want?"

Tails was shocked!

What the?

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.

With his mind.

Carriage...... will be scattered.

Carriage?

But......

Tails looked at Anker in amazement.

That's not right.

Impossible.

How could it be......

"It's too dangerous, Your Highness, stay away from him!" the footsteps behind him got closer and closer.

Anker Al Baylar flashed a pale and numb smile: "He also said......"

"Since it's given to you, grab it......"

At that moment, Tails' eyes suddenly expanded!

Before going completely unconscious, Anke struggled to cling to Tails' ear and hissed out the last few words:

"Hold on...... Your sword. ”

————

West Wilderness Collar, Deserted Ruins, Floating Sand Palace.

In the quaint and solemn room, Dele Croma put down his teacup and glanced at the chessboard on the table.

"Do you want to go this far?"

He asked the person on the other side of the chessboard decently and politely, "Lord Duke?"

"Humph......"

Opposite him, the owner of the ruins, Cyril Falkenhause, stared at the chessboard pleasantly, unhurried, meditative and meditative—but even more hideous.

"Patience, young man, patience ......"

"Good chess never happens overnight. ”

The Duke of Xihuang changed his sitting posture without care, stroking the teacup with his hand, and was confident.

Dele was silent for a second, his face expressionless.

"But ......"

The young Earl of Wingcastle was very sincere, and he pointed to the black king on the chessboard, who was surrounded by white chess, and was lonely:

"That's all you have left. ”

Falkenhause's hand stroking the teacup stiffened.

Dele points out the truth more ruthlessly:

"No matter how I go, I'm going to be a general next. ”

Falkenhause's brow twitched slightly.

"You know what. ”

Looking at the overwhelming situation of ten white and one black on the chessboard, Lord Duke coughed at the right time to hide his reddish old face:

"The situation on the chessboard is only superficial, and more importantly, the chess player. ”

He held out his finger and pointed meaningfully at Deloupe, and then at himself.

"As the saying goes, little Dele, remember that we are playing chess with people, not with chess pieces. ”

Chess player.

Dele's eyes narrowed.

Falkenhause smiled coldly and dropped lightly.

The king shifted.

The style is profound.

Full of momentum.

Dele squinted at him, relieved, and reached out to take the next step.

"Wait!"

Falkenhause opened his mouth with a loud drink!

Dele's hand stopped in mid-air.

I saw the Duke of Xihuang bend down and observe the chess game with a profound expression.

"I'll think about ...... again"

Under Dele's incredulous gaze, in the next second, Falkenhause calmly reached out and lifted the one and only king back to its place.

"Well, think again, think again......"

Dele's hand hung down in dejection.

"My lord, that's all there is to it, you go back and forth......"

The young Count Clomar sighed heavily:

"Otherwise, this game will be invalidated—"

"Oh, that's how!"

Falkenhause slapped his thigh!

"We've got a stake!"

He unequivocally interrupted the Earl of Wing Castle, with a fierce look and an imposing momentum.

"And this is a peerless sword!"

Falkenhause pointed to the sword that was betting on the game in the distance, and said solemnly:

"Don't you know that my saber has just been given away!"

Yes.

The whole kingdom knows.

Good literacy made Dele only roll his eyes in his heart.

"But you're going to lose—no matter how good this sword is, it has something to do with you?"

He smiled gracefully, piercing the duke's heart mercilessly with vulgar language.

But to his surprise, Falkenhause just smiled grimly, gently rubbed his cane, and returned to his mastery style.

"The situation on the chessboard is only superficial, the important thing is the ...... of the chess players"

"As the saying goes, little Dele, remember that we are playing chess with people, not chess pieces......"

Dele shook his head in a trance, and after confirming that it was not time relapse, he exhaled in pain and covered his forehead helplessly.

Falkenhause saw his movements, narrowed his eyes, and took the opportunity to reach out.

"It is useless to secretly move my pawns, Lord Duke," said the Earl of Wingburg, burying his head in his hands, not looking at the prophet:

"You're left with a king. ”

Falkenhause, who was caught, remained unchanged and naturally and smoothly withdrew the hand that stole the opponent's chess piece.

One's own man.

No guilt.

Deloit looked up, grimacing.

"Seriously," said the Earl of Wingburg, who no longer looked at the chessboard:

"You should be glad I had a good temper to give away such a big chip like this......"

"If the Count of Bozdorf had been here, he would have gone straight to Raven Cry with his soldiers until he burned the orphan daughter of the Emmorey family to ashes. ”

Falkenhause was unheard.

He just stared at the chessboard, at his only remaining king.

It's as if it can stare at a miracle.

"You seem to be a big soldier, and I don't seem to have any chance," the Duke muttered to himself, focusing on the chess game, "but the turnaround, where is the turnaround......

Dele glanced at him and said tentatively:

"Of course, if the Black Lion knew by now, he would have led his soldiers straight to the ruins until he broke your other leg. ”

Falkenhause was still immersed in his chess game, scratching his chin and thinking:

"No matter how you go, you're going to die, you bastard boy, you deserve to be taught by Kalabyan......"

Dele snorted disdainfully:

"Are you sure you're on the right track?"

"What if your majesty will tell the world tomorrow that you will be forced to revolt with us, well, for example, by cutting the army, raising the tax rate, and handing over the right to appoint and dismiss officials, and the Count of Bozdorf, who is disgraced, will lead the people to revolt?"

The Earl of Wing Castle looked at Falkenhause coldly.

But the duke still ignored him.

"It's okay, chess is not the key, it's not the key," Falkenhause pondered, rubbing his palm as if to rub a chess piece out of it:

"The key is the people who play chess...... Come to think of it, Cyril, and think again, there must be a way to ......"

But in the next second, the momentum on Dele's body changed.

"But it's said beforehand, Lord Duke," he said, staring gloomily at the Duke of the Western Wilderness, who was talking to himself:

"If it doesn't end well, I'm not going to die with you. ”

"The Wing Fort has its own place to go. ”

Falkenhause, however, turned a deaf ear and just stared at his bare king:

"It's okay, keep thinking, keep thinking, think about it, think that it's dark, or dawn, there must be a way to break the game......"

Dark......

Dawn......

Dele looked up at the position of the sun, and felt a chill in his heart.

"Alright, Lord Cyril. ”

Dele, who had long been out of the mood, pushed down his white king with one finger, and said impatiently: "Isn't it just a game of chess." ”

"I throw in the towel. ”

Right now.

"Smack!"

Falkenhause slapped his thigh hard!

"Look!"

The Duke, who was immersed in the chessboard world, seemed to suddenly come to life and returned to the real world.

"Look—"

He pointed to the white king who had been pushed down by Dele, grabbed his own black king, and laughed excitedly:

"Isn't this a win!"

Looking at the Duke of the Western Wilderness, who was laughing wildly, Dele's expression twitched.

Win your paralysis......

Falkenhause put down the chess piece, full of emotion, and let out a long breath:

"It can be seen that persistence will eventually pay off, and hard work is king......

The twitching on Dele's face grew more and more excessive.

Falkenhause looked at the cold and ruthless ruin scenery outside the Floating Sand Palace, as if ploughed by nature's razor, and suddenly slapped the table with pride:

"This scene and this game are winning, when the big white is floating!"

The Earl of Wingcastle could no longer hold it back, and he sighed helplessly, burying his face in his palm again.

"Chess, chess, sure enough, it's not a chess game, it's not a chess piece," Falkenhause smiled:

"It's a chess player. ”

Dele sent a polite and helpless smile.

Chess player you are paralyzed.

"Like you, little Dele, you're still too young, too eager to admit defeat......"

Dele couldn't hold back any longer.

"Yes, the whole game of chess lasted two hours, and you relied on the last move for an hour and a half......"

He stood up and left neatly, not forgetting to swear out:

"Who the can beat you. ”

Looking at the other party's distant back, Falkenhause smiled lightly.

He turned his head and stared at the black king standing on his chessboard.

"My uncle can," the Duke sighed and whispered.

"Midil can too. ”

Thinking of this, the Duke of the Western Wilderness's face changed.

He stood up in a panic and shouted hurriedly:

"What, leave that sword for me!"

"Wow, I finally won the bet!"

Stretch out your hand with a blank face: monthly passes, tips, comments that praise the swordless diligence update.

(End of chapter)