Vol 2 Chapter 541: Mercilessly

Chapter 541: No Mercy
On the long tables of the dukes, Prime Minister Cullen was sighing, and Jen was sneering, the one-eyed dragon face was expressionless, and the Duke of Vaal was still drinking and drinking.
Speech at the banquet, speech at the banquet ...
Thiels thought silently, but his brain was blank.
It's like the dead line for handing in homework is at zero, but until 11.50 pm, the documents in your hand are still empty.
and many more.
The speech at the banquet was not without reference, wasn't it?
Next second.
"Adults, welcome. Welcome to Mindice Hall."
With his one-handed glass, Thiers paced slowly and stepped out of the seat so that everyone could see him.
Out of courtesy, the guests stood up.
He walked slowly and calmly ("What should I say next ..."-Taylor's inner monologue) looked around the hall, his voice echoed, clear and audible:
"Noble guests are full, and high friends are full."
"I've only attended such a big banquet once from small to large."
Thiels lowered his head, seemed to be remembering, and paused for a few more seconds.
He looked up and smiled:
"You know, in Longxiao City."
"King Nunn wanted to thank me ... eh, slaughtered his son."
There was a laugh in the banquet hall.
Except for the guests from the north, they all looked very strong.
Taylor shrugged helplessly.
banquet.
At that moment, King Nunn, holding a wine glass, was unavoidably coming out of the young man's mind.
At the welcome banquet with Northland characteristics, the powerful voice of the born king:
【come! eat! drink! hit! Fuck! Do whatever you want! 】
[Until you lie, roll, soften, crawl, and be carried out of my palace! 】
[Assholes! 】
Tyers raised his corner of his mouth and glanced silently at the civilized stars.
Decisively poking out the roaring King Nunn.
"Trust me, you won't want to be there."
Thiels sighed:
"The food in Longxiao City is terrible, and the wine is not enough, it is simply suffering."
Some guests laughed.
Tyers shrugged and frowned:
"I guess that's why he thanked me for killing his son."
Laughter rose again and again in the hall.
Alice glanced strangely at Taylor, worried about his boldness.
Mallos whispered to comfort the nervous Gilbert, telling him that this was the way the Duke's vomiting had been used for months, just get used to it.
Jorge hummed.
"Yeah, that's why, when Grand Duke Heisha took the throne and drank Longxiao City's terrible special wine ..."
Taylor shook his glass.
"He regrets it."
The laughter in the hall became normal.
"King Charman hated me and imprisoned me for six years ..."
Taylor looked at everyone, quite puzzled:
"But I can't really help him, I mean ..."
The Duke of Xinghu shrugged his hands toward the hall with a helpless expression:
"I can't kill every King Exeter, right?"
The laughter in the hall was getting louder, and unexpectedly, the Duke of Val was also among them. He stared at his wine glass without any concealment.
King Kessel narrowed his eyes.
Tyers took a deep breath, reached out and pressed, stopping the laughter in the banquet hall.
"Well, many of you here may know me."
At the Duke's seat, many reactions were mixed.
"That's right, I just ended a six-year journey," Taylor faced the guests squarely, and saw with satisfaction that they were also sitting in a critical position, Yang Yang said:
"Civilized and elegant, peaceful and peaceful."
Some guests couldn't help it.
But Taylor's tone turned sharply:
"And my return must have surprised many people, because I can see from your eyes: doubt, vigilance, alienation, hostility."
The last word chilled the relaxed atmosphere in the ballroom.
The Cyclops and Duke Iris stared closely at Thales, thoughtfully.
Thiels turned around without looking at the king's expression:
"What does this prince who suddenly appeared six years ago become when he returns from the enemy country? What will he bring to you? What will it bring to the kingdom? Is it stability or turmoil, stability or change?"
"Understandable, because I have the same suspicion."
Thales looked dignified:
"Some people are happy, some are confused, some are watching, some are hesitant, and of course, maybe some people don't want to see me."
Even the entire hall was completely quiet.
"But I remember six years ago, when I was leaving the country to go north, an adult warned me," Taylor looked at the wine glass in his hand, looking seriously:
"Go to Exeter, go between Beifeng and Dragon's children, go from another angle, another world, see another star, maybe I can gain something."
The Duke of Southtruck saw his eyes change.
"I did gain something."
Taylor raised his head and raised his eyebrows:
"The most important thing is ... don't drink Exeter wine."
The guests laughed again.
But Thales quickly got back on track:
"But I'm still confused."
This time, there was no more joke in the eyes of the Duke of Xinghu:
"Joke is a joke, but there is no doubt that Nune VII is a great king."
"He was decisive, visionary, generous and valiant, and intelligent, and even a born king like him could not avoid his misfortune, failed to save the disaster of Longxiao City, and failed to stop Exeter. Decline. "
Many guests began to whisper.
Taylor's expression seemed to be meditating.
"It makes me wonder."
"How do we live next to them, how do we govern, how do we move forward so that we don't have to do this without leaving regrets?"
Thales paused for a few seconds to let the guests talk, and then he looked upright:
"I honestly don't know."
Thiels loudly:
"But when I stepped into this hall, I thought, at least I knew where the answer was."
Thiels held up his glass:
"It's not just about me today ..."
"Today, three thousand years ago, all the kings of the ancients went north to fight desperately against the orcs against the orcs."
Thiers recalled a previous Erol World History lesson:
"It's not just King Ansett in the Rocky Mountains, but Ludor, Chavan, Northland, Thorneland, Far Mountains, Cairnsa, Saltlands ... It was the countless nations, countless nations, countless cities of that era Humanity is united, selfless and fearless, so that we can create miracles and write epics. "
Teresa yells:
"They stand on the glacier, step on the skull of the orc, and declare to the world: as long as we work together, human beings are invincible!"
Many guests looked serious, raised their glasses and saluted them far away.
"opposite of this……"
Thiels lowered his expression and looked at each guest carefully: a look of innocent Duke Cullen, a somber expression of Jen, a thoughtful Gossd, a silent Vaal ...
"Splitting is declining, internal fighting is weak, the selfish are despicable, and the lonely are the last."
Thales's voice thickened, and he looked around without a doubt:
"Trust me, I have seen how the descendants of the hero Nekaru lived: King Nunn's domineering imperiousness brought up and down suspicion, King Chaman's brutality made countless enemies for him, and the archbishops' ambitious ambitions made the kingdom turbulent. The fanaticism of the Northland people since ancient times has been blind, and they have made themselves worse and worse, and they are irreparable. "
He solemnly said:
"So I understand, whether it is the battle for holiness or the kingdom of today, only by defeating these weaknesses, only by up and down, and by the unity of the group, can we stand on the earth and look to the sky."
Thiels loudly:
"Like today, like yesterday, like countless days and nights tomorrow.
Gilbert and a few friends looked weird and seemed surprised by the prince's presence.
The next second, Taylor raised his glass above his head and yelled:
"To the stars!"
Just listen to Thales long:
"Bath her light for seven hundred years, thank her for her greatness, protect her wings, and share her glory!"
One second of silence.
Until the shackled Duke of the North, Val Allend raised the toast unexpectedly, and replied decisively:
"To the stars!"
The one-eyed Duke of Cliffs, Gustave Nantryst smiled, and toasted:
"To the stars!"
Immediately afterwards, Queen Koya also looked forward to raising the wine glass in coordination, which led to a large number of unaccustomed guests to raise glasses.
Soon, urged by the queen's eyes, the king hummed softly and raised the glass indifferently.
With precedent, the guests were stirred up by the atmosphere, raised their glasses together, and responded:
"To the stars!"
The hall suddenly boiled and the dome sounded.
Sitting in the corner, Jorge and Levy Trudida looked around, raising the glass awkwardly for the sake of grouping.
Tyers took a deep breath and kicked out the duck-like cricket in his heart:
"To the King!"
Thiels turned to King Kessel, raised his glass, and tried not to read the immensely complicated meaning in the latter's eyes:
"For his danger, he was forced to turn the tide, and for decades he worked hard and persisted in defending the kingdom!"
The guests in the hall gradually got used to it, echoing in unison:
"To the King!"
Taylor's words became smoother, he turned back, looked at the hall, and turned the glass:
"Respect ourselves!"
"For the princes here and our ancestors, for us hundreds of years like a day, we will work together to carry the greatest cause of humanity's glorious past! Moreover, we will continue to be unstoppable!
The guests raised their glasses in response, as the flash flood erupted:
"Respect ourselves!"
Tyers let out a sigh of relief, and he smiled and looked north again:
"and also--"
Thiers roared sincerely:
"Fuck you! Charman Rumba!"
No need to remind, no one seems to think, many people follow the big drink without hesitation:
"Fuck you! Charman Rumba!"
After shouting this sentence, many people stunned, then reacted and laughed.
This time, guests from different backgrounds who had different seats were rarely the same, including northerners such as Jorge and Levi, all shouted insincerely and sincerely.
But at this moment, a different call to drink penetrated the crowd and sounded loudly:
"Dear Tylers!"
Thiels was slightly surprised.
It was a young aristocrat in ordinary clothes and not astonishing in appearance. He stood in the seats of foreign guests and shouted resolutely:
"For his enlightenment, wisdom, mind, courage-and youth!"
Everyone was stunned again, but soon many people responded one after another:
"King Star Lake Duke!"
"To Prince Taylor!"
"King Chan Star!"
The echoes in the hall came one after another, and the momentum was huge, but many people were repenting:
Why don't you speak first?
Listening to the echo in the hall, Thiers took a deep breath and ignored the expression of the king behind him.
"Princes!"
With a firm look and unshakable eyes, Thiers raised his glass and shouted the last long toast:
"If the stars are--"
Without anybody's reminder, the emotional guests in the audience reacted together and shouted the second half of the sentence:
"The empire lasts forever!"
Thiels hit the iron while he was hot, and raised his head to the cup. The heroic effect that he drank for one drink also spilled a lot.
Fortunately, it's not rye distilled spirits in the north.
It is the star-made grape fruit wine.
Tyler bowed his head and saw that the guests were almost drinking. Then he laughed and said:
"Very good, then let the banquet-"
The next second, Taylor instinctively lowered the glass:
"let's start!"
But this time, Taylor didn't hear that he hadn't been more familiar with in the past few years. When the thick wooden wine glass in the North collided with the dining table or stone brick, the uplifting majesty sounded.
But ...
"Slam-"
Taylor trembled!
The sound ...
Crisp, sweet, pure ...
Make people ...
Heartbreak.
Everyone froze.
There was a silence in the banquet hall.
The Duke of Xinghu bowed his head painfully, looking down at his precious glass, which had shattered into a scum.
Shet.
Taylor realized immediately that he was in trouble.
He moved his steps expressionlessly, trying to leave the scene of the crime, but his boots stepped on the glass slag, making a heart-warming noise instead.
This caused more eyes to shoot in unison, focusing on the prince.
The guests at the royal banquet looked at each other.
Many people are holding the glass they just drank.
They looked at the Duke of Xinghu, who had just committed such a felony of murdering a wine glass, in front of the entire kingdom, and was at a loss.
Until the remote seat, Jorge from the Elk City was finished drinking, and was full of interest, smashing down without stagnation!
"Slam-"
The sound of glass shattering once again shocked everyone.
But the next moment, the quickest reaction was Kilbert, and I saw that he spilled the endless drink without hesitation, and also raised his hand to the ground!
"Slam!"
Beside him, Lord Taylor's guard captain, Lord Mallorse, was expressionless, but also smashed the glass!
"Slam!"
In front of Zhu Yu, many discerning star guests reacted, and went on and on. I saw those who were skilled or unskilled, used or unaccustomed, like or disliked, raised their hands and smashed the cup!
"Slap! Slap! Bang! Hiss ..."
For a while, the banquet hall was broken like ice, the silver bottle exploded, and crisp and sharp crackling sounds came one after another, echoing like a whole concerto.
Even the high-ranking Queen Koya raised her hand with interest, watching the Queen's special wine glass fly out of an arc and land on the floor ...
Thousands of dead bodies.
Not only that, but Gilbert winked at the court director.
The latter reacted and waved quickly.
Musicians, clowns, and bards came forward, played music, and started to perform.
And the servants shouted and yelled at each other, and the thick soles stepped on the ground's glass slag, and they all stepped forward in the crunching sound and brought their meals.
The banquet begins.
With music and performances, meals and wine, the atmosphere in the banquet hall finally revived.
The guests' conversations, discussions, and laughter finally sounded recklessly.
It covered the ups and downs, surprise and embarrassment caused by a "smooth hand" of Taylor.
Gilbert exhaled.
The Foreign Minister's forehead touched his sweat.
His Highness ...
And the culprit, the creator of the figurine, the distinguished Duke of Xinghu Taylor, stepped on the ground broken glass ruthlessly, and mechanically returned to the seat in the double "music" near the ears and feet.
"Tyls,"
As Alice dragged her legs calmly, sweeping the half-glass she had just broken into scum because of her unskilledness, he asked hesitantly:
"About just ..."
"I know, I know, I'm sorry, sorry, my fault," Tarspi said without a smile, remembering that although his aunt had taught him that he was ashamed and embarrassed, his face was light and light, as if he was born. in this way:
"I just……"
"got used to."
At the highest seat, King Kessel was expressionless, but gently lowered the intact glass in his hand.
In the entire hall, in addition to the staggered opening of the banquet, many guests are also discussing, such as the seats of the Seven Stars.
"Is this a star or an Exeter party?" Baron Stowe frowned.
Viscount Patterson hummed and looked at Prince Taylor with a smile on his face:
"Does this matter?"
"Haha, lively," Baron Old Doyle laughed:
"It's lively that someone loves!"
The rest remained silent.
But some people don't think so.
As the court director, the Baron Quentin who came to the Mindis Hall to help arrange the banquet was stunned and shivered and ordered his servant: "Should ... clean ...
"Also, gossip, and send a new batch of royal glasses ..."
But he reacted quickly and stopped the servant.
"and many more!"
"Remember, twice as many."
Baron Quentin gritted his teeth angrily, he looked at the scum of a hall, and said to the servant who was puzzled:
"spare."
Just as the banquet atmosphere became hotter, everyone was immersed in food and wine or talking and laughing. When there was no time for him to take care of it, in a remote seat that no one noticed, a serious guest stared at it, crossing it all at once Goose on dinner plate.
The next second, he moved next.
The guest changed slightly and wanted to turn around, but a mature voice that once knew him slowly slipped into his ear, causing him to stagnate.
"Don't look back."
The mature voice said slowly:
"You should know how hard it is to bring this in."
The guest was stiff, but he lowered his right hand and calmly took the other party's "things" under the table.
"Why?" The guest asked in confusion.
The mature voice seemed to be absent, and seemed to be indifferent:
"I know what you are going to do, but obviously, this is more effective."
"If you really make up your mind."
The guests' thoughts were tense.
He looked at the fork on the table, and said hardly, "Why?"
But the mature voice didn't answer, just slowly:
"Remember, pinpoint the target."
"Your chance is only once."
Guests grit their teeth:
"I don't understand. He refused me, why ..."
But the mature voice no longer answered.
It's like it never appeared.
The guest took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and shoved things under his ribs into his clothes.
Pinpoint, target?
The guests slowly raised their heads and looked above the banquet hall, with the king down.
There, there was a calm but extraordinary person ...
juvenile.
The guest was breathing in the nagging, his eyes from pain, suffering, indifference, jealousy, hesitation, gradually turned into unshakable fortitude and fierceness.
He stared at the spirited young duke tightly, pressing gently on the stranger's gift under his clothes.
Cool skin came from the hands.
He knew it was a dagger.
Good quality.
The blade is cold.
Mercilessly.
(End of this chapter)