Chapter 582 The Origin of Family Learning

Chapter 582 The Origin of Family Learning

"why?"

Raphael responded coldly.

"There is no reason," Tells stood in front of the portrait of Noah Amond in "Gufan", gritting his teeth and raising his head:

"I want to see him."

Raphael shook his head:

"I do not think so……"

"I know he is here," Tells interrupted him, insisting decisively while trying to adjust his thoughts:

"After the banquet, he was escorted directly here."

In the hallway of the secret department, Raphael stared fixedly at Tyers under the eyes of the chiefs of intelligence on the walls.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do nothing."

Tells calmed down and decided to:

"But he is one of the mess I left behind."

"I must see him."

"Immediately."

Seeing Tyers' unwavering look, Raphael had to frown:

"I can't decide, I need to ask the Lord first, tomorrow..."

"You pushed off a day in front of me," Tells interrupted him mercilessly:

"In the past, you have to use it a little bit?"

Raphael pursed her lips.

But at this time.

"If you really want to see him, it's not impossible for His Highness Tells."

The two turned their heads together.

It was an acquaintance on crutches.

He stood under the portrait of "Pale Baron" Sancho Doyle, respectful and humble.

"Nob?"

Raphael looked at the person in surprise:

"What are you doing here?"

As the top person in charge of the Kingdom Secrets in Xihuang, Nob did not answer, but looked at Thales quietly.

The prince glanced at Raphael and turned to Nob.

"Are you serious, Nob?"

"Can you really take me to see him? Anker Bailar?"

Nob nodded and bowed respectfully: "I have permission."

"please follow me."

Tails exhaled and moved forward.

"Wait a minute," Raphael pressed Tyrs' shoulders, his face sullen:

"Nob, it's none of your business."

"Don't interfere in my case."

Tells spoke dissatisfiedly:

"Hey……"

Kenobu nodded his cane and signaled the prince not to worry.

"Listen to me, Raphael."

Nob patiently said:

"Anker Bailar is a nobleman in Xihuang. In this case, I think my long-term lurking experience in Xihuang can help..."

"I don't need it." Raphael refused.

But this time, Nob did not give in.

"But the Lord needs it."

Xihuang’s head of intelligence said lightly:

"In fact, he has assigned me the trial and investigation matters before Anker Bailar was transferred to the courtroom."

Raphael suddenly froze:

"When?"

"Just now," Nob said without a wave:

"And I think that letting His Royal Highness see him may help the case progress."

At that moment, Raphael frowned at Nob, and the latter looked back at the boneless man in a breeze.

The two in the secret department meet in the air.

"Your Highness," Nob gently reached out and gestured:

"let's go?"

Tells looked at Raphael and decisively moved forward.

"seriously……"

Walking past the boneless man's side, Tells glanced at Raphael displeasedly, ironically:

"What do I want you to do? Cohen Karabyan?"

Raphael stood there, his face seeming to sink into the ice cellar.

Nob smiled slightly and turned to lead the way:

"If you don't worry, Raphael, welcome to accompany you."

He became friendly and humble again.

Raphael was speechless and expressionless.

The figure of the prince and Nob gradually disappeared.

The boneless man looked coldly at the "black messenger" Mason Zonevede in the opposite portrait. After a few seconds, he took a step and quickly followed.

Thales soon realized that the place he was going to was not simple.

They walked around in a humble corner and stepped on a stone ladder sinking into the ground.

Unlike the coldness on the ground, the secret corridor of the secret department is heavily guarded and heavily locked up. The sniffing police Rudolph encounters several dials, even though there are Raphael and Nob, Dales still feels The speed is slow and the steps are difficult.

"Necessary security check," Nob explained patiently while accepting a guard's check:

"Especially if you are here, this is even more important."

Tyres grinned reluctantly, staring at a Rudolph sniffing him sniffing back.

When the guards opened a heavy iron gate and led them into another damp and smelly corridor, countless restlessness came from the darkness on both sides:

"It's this point again-can you leave some room for those who want to sleep! Why, the fortress has been lost, the north border has been lost, and now even the dignity of my diplomats will be lost!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness Midea! You, your legs and feet are good? Great! I knew that those villains who had used the throne for storage would not succeed... No, Your Highness, you must stop your majesty, he cannot marry that. woman……"

"He came, with the whisper of the devil, he came, with the conspiracy of the gods, he came, with the cruelest destiny on earth..."

"They must have been lurking for a long time. They secretly communicated with the rebels. They also wanted to instigate Lord Duke, hold him as king, kill him into the eternal city, and change the dynasty! Everyone, yes, must be all of them, colluding and murdering. Duke! Xinghui, Xinghui, long live Xinghui, some people, some people must pay the price..."

"Damn bastard! I knew there was a problem with that battle in the altar! The shit's desert **** conqueror! Shit!"

"Listen to me, it's Selsa, Princess Selsa, it must be her! She has relatives in Vine City, the people there specialize in herbal medicine, and know the business best...and the profiteers of the Fragrance Chamber of Commerce, They have always been dissatisfied with Prince Bank’s policies, and the blood bottle helped the wind and rain..."

In the darkness, the figures of the cells on both sides could not be seen, but the miscellaneous howling and crying mixed up, making Ters uneasy.

"This is a special cell in the secret department, which is a bit dark and complicated," Nob turned a deaf ear, and his face did not change:

"Please bear with me."

Tells coughed: "These people..."

"I was already convicted by the courtroom," Raphael took the lead:

"Should have been imprisoned for life in the bone prison."

"But some people have special identities, some still have some value, and some are not suitable for serving sentences outside the Kingdom's secret department."

Nob sighed:

"In Sabertooth Camp, if the brazier is not dead, he should also be put here at the moment."

Raphael glared at him:

"As you can see, many people are out of order-there are ghosts in their hearts, and their natural will is not strong."

Nob shook his head:

"They are just immersed in the past and can hardly extricate themselves."

Raphael looked at him more and more badly.

Immerse yourself in the past.

Tells's face was dull, and in his mind was the magical journey called the Black Trail among the mountains of Longxiao City.

Nob sighed:

"I still remember that Lord Hanson told everyone: It is the greatest happiness to forget."

Raphael snorted:

"Why don't I remember, when did he say that?"

Nob twitched his mouth:

"Thirty years ago."

Thirty years.

Raphaelton kept silent.

Tells couldn't help but ask:

"Then how old are you this year?"

In the endless crying, Nob nodded respectfully:

"Forty-two."

Tells pouted and said nothing.

They crossed the iron gate again, closing the howl behind them.

What appeared in front of me was closed cells with thick iron doors, and each door had only a small gate to communicate with the outside world.

Tells was stopped here.

"I know you will come," a thick, deep voice came from behind a cell. Taylors seemed to know each other:

"Just didn't expect to be so fast."

The prince frowned and looked back: a vicissitudes face appeared at the gate.

"By the way, boy, last night's wine was terrible," this is a man with a sloppy face but he did not change. He held the iron bar on the gate and glared at Tyers:

"Hangover till now."

Raphael and Nob looked at each other, and they all stopped talking.

Taylors was silent for a while, then hummed coldly:

"Of course not as good as the wine here."

"Master Allende."

The prince moved on, leaving Val Allend behind.

Nob followed.

"I said, he would be a big trouble," the Duke of the Guardian of the North Realm, who was in prison, silently watched the figure of Tyres:

"It's bigger than you, little wilderness."

Hearing this title, Raphael stopped at the end and stopped looking at Var behind the iron gate.

"Eat more vegetables in the future, Lord Duke."

Raphael stared at him for a while, and then slowly said:

"Don't just drink alcohol."

With nothing to say, Huangguren turned away.

"Wait a minute."

Raphael looked back.

Val reached the iron gate with an elbow and remained silent for a few seconds before slowly handing a folded letter out of the gate.

Raphael frowned.

"You know, she won't reply to you."

Var's eyes dimmed.

"I know."

The Duke's eyes fell on Raphael's hands.

The latter carried his hands subconsciously.

"But at least, it will allow you to meet her, child." Var said in a trance.

Raphael looked at him for a long time and finally sighed.

He walked to the gate and took the stationery and collected it carefully:

"Ok."

Val grinned reluctantly.

"Thank you."

But the next second, the expression of the boneless man returned to indifference:

"But we only use letter crows."

After all, Raphael pulled the gate roughly.

After closing Val's face in darkness.

Led by Nob, Taylors finally arrived at his destination: a wide room.

"There is a little girl, beautiful and kind, with a different fate, and there was no mother early..."

But before they stepped into the room, an unheard song came from their ears:

"An old pervert, drunk to touch the bed, the girl's eyes rolled, there was broth on the stove..."

The singing came from a man who sounded smug and interested.

"That's my subordinate," Nob accused the prince awkwardly:

"I let him step on it first."

Tells nodded, and they walked into the room amid the songs hummed by men.

It is dark, wet, and depressed.

The first thing that comes into view is all kinds of horror equipment:

Limb racks, head shredders, lacing wheels, peeling beds, thorn chairs, blood cradles... this is just what Taylors can recognize-when I was a kid, there were similar places in the black gold casino next to Black Street-part, As for his name, there are more gadgets on many carts.

Tells was in a deep mood.

The figure of a fat man appeared in the middle of the room. He turned his back to the door, wearing a apron naked, wearing gloves and a hood. He hummed and shook his shoulders, while rhythmically sorting the various tools on the cart.

"The tongs twisted the egg and twisted it hard, and the pervert woken up and shouted, the girl smiled and turned: just roasted a string and circulated for nine and a half times, the knife was pressed with a wand, and the tip of the knife was mixed, peeled and then opened and carved. Little funnel..."

Anker Bailar-The criminal who trespassed at the royal banquet was lying on the lounge chair in the center with his eyes closed and naked.

He had apparently lost consciousness, his limbs were bound and bruised, and only a thin blanket covered with blood was covering his lower body.

Tells looked at the blood stains on the lounge chair below him, and his heart tightened.

Perhaps it was the sound insulation effect of the hood, the fat man who hummed the song did not notice the movement behind him.

He held the hammer in one hand, waved the pliers in the other, twisted his buttocks and shook his waist, dancing wildly and ecstatically:

"The pervert crying, don't make trouble, girl, good temper last night, so violent tonight? The girl smiled, you confessed very little, I am a ghoul, eat less tonight, the girl boiled, the soup tastes good ?"

In the bloody, horrible, dark, and insidious torture chamber, this fat man with fat flesh and passionate dance is so singularly elegant that Nob had to cough awkwardly:

"Gomez."

The fat man didn't seem to hear it. He continued to sway his buttocks and swing his waist, and the hammer tempted the buttocks of the three.

Nob had to increase the volume:

"Gomez!"

With two bangs, the hammer and pliers both fell to the ground.

The fat man froze in place, maintaining the posture of stroking the buttocks, and the song stopped.

The room was quiet.

The fat man named Gomez tremblingly took off his hood, stumbling around and turned around. The first one saw Teres, startled:

"Wow!"

Gomez breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his face after the dance:

"Where are you the little **** boy? Do you know if this is scary..."

Nob appeared in the darkness:

"Gomez."

"This is His Royal Highness."

Gomez froze again.

After a few seconds.

"Ah, Nob, you're here early, and I'm well dressed today! My one, warming up, hey, warming up," the fat man first begged for mercy, and his face changed when he realized what the other person said:

"Ah? You said the temple, the palace, your highness?"

He glared at the expressionless Taylors several times.

"Ahhh--His Royal Highness!"

Gomez immediately put on a flattered face, trying to cover the heavy chest fat with his apron, excited and incoherent:

"I'm the one from Xihuang, that, that! Do you remember... that!"

It's a pity that his naked upper body and flesh-and-skin stains made his cursing effect halved.

Tells had to smile at him.

"Wake up the prisoner." Nob only felt ashamed and covered his face helplessly.

Gomez smirked and said, "Oh," he turned back and picked up a pair of **** pliers and walked happily towards Anke on the recliner.

Tells changed his face.

"and many more,"

Norbu stopped him in time and glanced at Taylors:

"Friendly."

Gomez dropped his head, dropped his pliers, changed a bucket of cold water, and poured it on Anker.

"Cough, Tina, cough cough—"

Anke on the recliner was poured by cold water, and he excitedly lifted from the recliner, as if he had woke up in a nightmare.

"Tina...cough..."

He coughed up the water in his mouth painfully and turned around haggardly until he saw the bands on his hands and feet, and then he realized he was still in a nightmare.

"Isn't it okay, take a quarter of a rest..."

Anke fell back weakly on the recliner, dying:

"Midnight, I'm not tired... Are you... not tired..."

Tyers looked at his **** nails, bruised and bruised joints, and his gradually lost eyes, only to find it difficult to breathe.

"Hey, buddy, sober!"

Gomez slaps Anke's face vigorously, slaps the eyelids he covered up again:

"Someone came to see you!"

Tells sighed in a sigh of relief and walked to Bailar.

"Anker Bailar."

"it's me."

An Kehuan's eyes were confused for a while, then gradually focused.

"Your Highness?"

He lifted his upper body strenuously to see the teenager in front of him.

"Prince Thales?"

Anke's breathing accelerated, his chest undulated, and a weak smile squeezed out:

"How are you doing today?"

He was trembling, covered with blood under the slipping blanket, occasionally pulling the wound, moaning and sweating.

Taylor refrained from nausea, helped Anke pull the blanket, and motioned him to lie back.

"I want to talk to him alone." The prince said humane behind him.

"right now."

Raphael and Nob looked at each other.

Nob gestured to Gomez with his eyes, and the latter reluctantly took out a water bag of the Western military system.

"Open your mouth, buddy."

Gomez put the water bag to Anke's mouth:

"This is the chaka that I specially blended. It's analgesic for medical use. It makes you feel better-damn, don't drink too much, it's expensive!"

After Gomez yelled with a painful face, Anke loosened his mouth and fell on the recliner, laughing.

Raphael still had something to say, but Nob patted him on the shoulder and pulled Gomez on his face.

The three left the torture chamber.

Leave only Thales and Anker alone.

"Useless, Highness."

Anke, whose limbs were bound, turned his head hard, and the sentence was intermittent:

"This is the secret department. As soon as you leave, they will also come back and force me to repeat what I have said to you."

Tells looked at the tormented Anke, trying not to look at the wound on his body.

"I know," the boy said in his heart:

"I just want you to be at ease."

Anke stared at him quietly, showing a tired smile.

"You are a good person, Your Highness."

"But kindness is as generous as you. Have you found a way not to be a pawn?"

Taylors's eyes flickered.

[Are you different from him? 】

At the royal banquet, what he said to Anke at the end was vivid:

[I just, just understand... other pieces. 】

This man...

He chose to believe me, so he let go of the sword.

And what can I do for him?

Thinking of his experience in Ballard's room, Tells pursed his lips and stopped talking.

"I understand."

Seeing the prince's expression, Anke gasped and understood what he said: "I'm sorry for you."

"Whether it was yesterday or now."

Tells took a deep breath and forced himself to take up the negative emotions.

"No, the case is still being heard, and there is a turnaround."

Anke leaned back in his chair and grinned as he grunted.

"No need to comfort me, Your Highness."

"The Bailar family has long gone bankrupt, and their families are everywhere."

He smiled bitterly:

"And I studied the laws of the kingdom before I came..."

"The armed stab rushed into the royal family, the death penalty is undoubtedly, not to mention what I did, provoked Xihuang and the royal family, separated the seven attendants and the Fuxing Palace, alienated you from your majesty, and even involved in the "Land Measure", there are many unspeakable under the table The secret is tricky and it is a headache."

"All stakeholders will happily fall to the ground."

Anke stared straight at the ceiling, his eyes dimmed in the dim light:

"I am not saved."

Tells took his recliner or torture chair and gritted his teeth.

"Not necessarily."

Duke Xinghu remembered the words of the black prophet and forced himself to smile:

"I can find a way to collide with the royal family."

"As for the rest, I can go to "communicate" with Baron Doyle and persuade him to be kind."

The prince tried to piece together the words he wanted to be more beautiful, at least not so pale:

"As long as the two sides say yes, the debt between your family can be settled securely. As for the land dispute between Yazhu Town and Jinghe..."

"No, Your Highness."

Anke interrupted him.

I saw the young Xihuang aristocrat with a wry smile, looked at Tyles gently but desperately, and shook his head weakly and decisively.

"We all understand that this is no longer a problem for Yatiao Town and Jinghe."

The words of Tells were stagnant and he could not speak.

"Your Highness, do you know what the situation is now in Xihuang?"

Anke on the recliner looked at the prince silently, but his eyes narrowed, as if looking from the other side of the prison river:

"After the desert war, the blade-tooth dunes and the standing army of the royal family, they are like a sharp knife, straight into the heart of Xihuang."

"They used the military control of the western front to restrict the selfish, xenophobic, conservative and divided Xihuang princes, and became the best reason for the Fuxing Palace to implement Wang Zheng in Xihuang: "Land Measure" and "Border County Exploitation Order" The lords hated their teeth and felt helpless."

Tells frowned.

He thought of the town of Enci, and of the dilemma of Xihuang, which was told to him by Count Dele Kromah of Wingburg, on the way back from Xihuang to Yongxing City.

"Yes, in order to save my father's mess and find the family's turnaround and the loopholes in the contract, I read all the official documents of Xihuang and the central government in the past ten years, and I read them all.

Anke blushed and smiled at him.

His gasps were more even, his humming and moaning ceased, and there was less pause between sentences.

It seems that Gomez's wine is working.

"However, ten years later, the cunning and realistic, passive and lazy Xihuang princes have found the most responsive way."

The most responsive response?

Tells was startled.

Anke's spirit improved a little, he tried hard to think about it, and he was no longer depressed:

"On the one hand, they said that they were hypocrisy and snakes, so that the military management of the Sabertooth Camp became the norm. On the other hand, they deliberately let the wind ignite and let the lower middle and small nobles complain."

"Over time, this sharp knife became a burden: Wang Ming would have no legitimacy without passing wartime control orders, ordinances would be difficult to implement without the help of the Kingdom's Standing Army, and the Palace of Renaissance would have no respect if it were not for the Wings of Legend."

"And the contradictions in places like my family and Doyle are difficult to solve with deeper and deeper..."

Anke's eyes gradually gathered, he insisted on making a sound, as if to realize that this was the rest of his life:

"It turned the desert front into an amulet of the princes of the Western Wasteland-they wanted to get used to this knife slowly, assimilate this knife, and make it become a king's trick and restraint at the same time, just like my father dragging his face with a slap in the face Full of huge debts, but let the creditors feel helpless, ha ha ha..."

Deficiency and injustice, incitement to ignite the wind, dead skin...

Tells took a deep breath.

He remembered what Gilbert had said to him, the "split western wasteland".

However, Anke turned sharply:

"So this sharp knife inserted in the heart of Xihuang, beyond the expectations of both sides, entered the most awkward tug of saw."

Anke took a deep breath, cherishing the few moments in which he ignored the pain caused by the drink:

"Xihuang people hurt: this sharp knife was stuck in the key, and it was always their most hated eyes, but they had to endure the pain and tried to assimilate it into their own limbs and amulets."

"Rejuvenation Palace is tired: The hand holding the knife is very costly but it is not a poke or a poke, and it can't move forward or backward: if you go in, you will make a lot of chaos. If you go back, you will lose your merits."

Tells' eyes changed.

At that moment, he seemed to see a black and white chessboard:

At this end is the gorgeous and noble star stick in his father's hand, and at the other end is the unassuming wooden cane in Falkenhaus.

"Both parties are waiting, and they must also wait for an opportunity."

"Maybe it is a foreign war, a crisis, a big event. The Xihuang people are waiting for the turn of the situation to change, and the Fuxing Palace is waiting for a further opportunity."

Tells nodded and wiped the blood stains covering Anke for Anke:

"I know: For example, my return to the country, such as the ownership of the Sabertooth Camp, such as the invasion of wild species and hybrids, the two sides are going back and forth for it, see tricks."

"such as……"

Thales did not go on, but looked at Anke quietly.

Anke smiled hard and nodded weakly:

"So I realized that the Bailar family who had nowhere to go had to save themselves. The only possibility was to seize this opportunity."

"Let my family's case climb the cusp of the storm and catch this highly anticipated carriage."

Tails lowered his head and sighed.

"So I have to die, it's better to die at a banquet, die in a duel, like a hero, leave a life saver for the family, keep the property, land and knighthood."

Anke stood up, ignoring the cracking of the wound.

His breath was quick and his voice was sharper, as if returning to yesterday's sword and sword.

"until……"

"Until you..."

Anke stared blankly at the prince, helpless and dazed, with pleadings that he didn't realize.

Tells's hand on the recliner shook slightly.

"So, this is the end..."

Anke realized what he was doing, and he lay back on his chair, silently:

"No one can save me, Your Highness."

"Even if you are."

"you."

Tells was speechless.

He was right.

He can't save him.

He could not even question his father in the Ballard room.

There was silence for a while in the execution room.

"I'm sorry." Tells said hardly, only to feel that his tone was dry and boring, meaningless.

"Do not."

Anke turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were gray.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you, in the face of the injustice screamed by others, in the face of the desperate demands, in the face of the suffering of others..."

"You are not indifferent, turn around and wave your sleeves."

"Even if you can."

"Thank you, kindness at the banquet."

kindness.

Tells could not help thinking of Jane:

[You cut off this hope with power: no matter whether the duel wins or loses, whether it is life or death, whether killing the prince or never reversing the case, his family will be lost. 】

[You use his humanity to force him to give up the duel, or even force him to survive. Even if you are stingy, even the kindness of death will not be given. 】

[Now, who is the ruthless person? 】

The prince shuddered slightly.

Anke said dumbly:

"Thank you for being willing to come here to listen to my voice - or last words."

"Thank you for being as rumored, tolerant and just, kind and wise."

Anke looked at the ceiling, but smiled in the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the beauty in his dream:

"Although there is no sunlight... but it is not so dark, is it?"

Tells couldn't hear it, and slapped it on the armrest of the recliner.

He took a deep breath and turned back:

"Anker, I promise you, about your father and the Doyle family..."

"Not important anymore."

Anke shook his head blankly.

"I know my father, Your Highness."

"He's a **** bastard, just stunned for his own use, squandered, so happy, self-righteous.

The expression of Xihuangren was disgusting and disdainful.

Tyles looked at him unexpectedly:

"Anker..."

"Marrying him is my mother's greatest misfortune in life, and marrying her is my father's greatest luck."

Anke snorted.

"Yeah, for the sake of attracting attention, my speech at the banquet was endless and untrue: my father's end was purely at his own expense," he smiled apologetically at Tells:

"I know, I always know."

"Even if it wasn't Doyle's calculations that made him lose his family property, he would plant it in the hands of others, sooner or later."

"Nothing special."

"It's nothing more than you."

Tyres didn't speak, he just lowered his hand to hold Anke's hand, felt his gripping back harder, and continued to listen to his confession.

Just like in the once bone prison.

Anke was dazed and talked about his troubles like a child:

"In fact, from small to large, my father's best thing is to whip his wife and children, like most fathers in Xihuang."

"Ending Tari, Teacher Kuladel said that I am very sensible, very sensitive to the enemy's attack, and very suitable for the rose vein," Anke first despised, then smiled:

"I can only answer him, this is due to the practice from a young age, family history."

"Family origin, family learning, ha ha ha ha..."

"Believe it or not," Taylors whispered:

"Being good at being beaten is also a source of my family."

Anke glanced at him, and they smiled at each other.

"Maybe we should have met earlier, and we can exchange ideas..."

But the smiles of Xihuang youths are getting bitter, bitter, and heavy.

Tells listened quietly.

Like this is the last thing he can do.

Bailar exhaled.

"I have never been close to my father, nor do I want to pay for the mess he left behind."

Anke shook his head, and the entanglement in his eyes became relief:

"But we have no choice, right?"

"Especially our origin."

Never close to my father.

We have no choice.

Especially our background.

At that moment, the trance-looking Taylors only felt that the hand held by the opponent tightened, and the crime of Hell River jumped slightly.

"Anke..." The prince endured the pain and gently patted Anke's hand to relax him.

But Anker Bailar just stared blankly at the void:

"But my brothers and sisters, they are innocent, just like our mothers."

"They shouldn't be dragged down by the shadows of their parents like me. They should go out of the Western Wasteland and go outside to see the world, just like I promised them."

Anke recovered silently, full of loss:

"But I can't see it."

Teres closed his eyes.

Father's shadow...

At that moment, he seemed to see the figure at the end of the long table in Ballard's room, and he seemed to see the throne at the end of the promenade in the Chamber.

"They will be fine."

The prince opened his eyes and tried to comfort each other:

"Your brothers and sisters, I swear... I will do my best."

Anke looked at him, nodding hard.

"It is impossible to expect Bailar to keep the land of the knighthood and let them get enough food..."

Anke seemed to remember something and tried to explain:

"But my mother, she saved a sum of money in Wangjia Bank during her lifetime, and the certificate was in the hands of our housemaid, Tina."

"After I died, that might be enough to raise my brothers and sisters until I was an adult - and not necessarily, before I came, I really did not expect Wangdu to be so expensive."

Anke smiled bitterly.

"Just ask for your help, and don't let others find out-especially my father's creditors, more than the Doyle family, especially after the land in Yazi Town was recovered."

Tails exhaled and tried his best to calm down the voice and give confidence.

"I will let people take care," Tells said seriously:

"In West Wasteland, the Duke of Falkenhaus will sell my face, and Dele Croma of Wingburg is also my friend."

In fact, he did not know if they were his friends.

But he must say so.

have to.

But the next second, Tyers's palm shook.

He quickly looked at Anke and saw that the other party was emotional and his chest was undulating.

"Anke, don't be excited, stay fit..."

Anke took several seconds to recover.

"It's okay, Your Highness."

Sweaty, he tried to smile:

"Even if I am a chess piece, it is my choice."

Tells looked at him, and he had mixed feelings.

But his heart moved.

"Speaking of chess pieces," the prince said slowly:

"I can't figure out one more thing, Anker."

Anke slowly turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

"Jane Kevin Deere, as the initiator of the conspiracy, he specifically told me yesterday," Tells said quietly, trying not to let his emotions affect his judgment:

"Let me have time to see you in jail."

Anke's palm stiffened.

I saw Duke Xinghu seriously:

"He also said: Your Majesty will be very happy."

"why?"

"Why did he say that? Anker Bailar?"

(End of this chapter)