Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 767 The Weeping Knight

Seeing that the prince was no longer staring at them, the Kevindill cousins turned their heads and looked at each other.

Zhan En stared at Federico:

"Fuck you."

Feder was not to be outdone and snorted in response:
"Fuck you!"

"How about you guys just have a fight?" Thales turned back impatiently and spoke rudely, "Or just have sex?"

Zhane and Federico then looked away.

"Can we go now?"

Cassian looked at the three nobles who were entangled with each other, and his tone was filled with sarcasm and disdain that he himself was not aware of:
"It seems that we won't be able to find the mastermind before the gentlemen turn this place into a black boxing ring."

The altar was quiet.

Thales took a deep look at the two Irises, shook his head, and walked away with disappointment, passing them by.

"and many more."

Zhan En, who had been staring at the ground, suddenly spoke:

"The suicide note."

Thales paused.

Everyone turned around and saw Zhan En take a deep breath and said firmly:

"It's so fake, full of loopholes and flaws."

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"How to say?"

Look, Duke Jan can speak, right?

It's not just about crying and making a fuss.

Federico frowned as he looked at Zhane who had broken the silence.

"Not to mention why it is so neat and beautiful..."

Zhan En stared at the suicide note in Huai Ya's hand:

"If it is true as written in the suicide note that this little Bot wanted to hurt Xilai to avenge me, then he should not have killed Chadway. His best option is to gather people and capture the priest when he is alone in the alley, torture him to find out the whereabouts of Xilai, and then make the next plan."

"Maybe something unexpected happened when he was arresting Chadwei, and he had to kill someone in order to protect himself?" Huaiya suspected.

“Even if you want to kill him, you shouldn’t choose to do it in a temple where people are coming and going and there is no way to retreat once you strike.” Mallos said quietly.

Zhan En nodded anxiously:

"And if this assassin really hated me and was willing to sacrifice everything for revenge, then he should be fearless... Then why did he commit suicide out of fear of punishment after failing to assassinate Chadway?"

The Duke of South Shore turned to Thales:
"Why didn't he insist on living in front of you, confessing my crimes in person, and witnessing my suffering with his own eyes? Wouldn't this be more direct, more convincing, and more satisfying than leaving a suicide note?"

Well, that makes sense.

Thales looked back at Zhane, watching his reaction carefully.

"Because he's not that kind of person."

Unexpectedly, the person who spoke was Federico.

Everyone turned their heads.

"I don't know if he is the little Bert you mentioned, but a man who has been on the run for many years with a blood feud and is fearless in pursuit of revenge?" Federico looked at the body covered with a white cloth, slightly lost in thought, and patted his thin body. "No matter his physical or mental state, it is impossible for him to have such a happy and prosperous appearance - just look at me and you will know."

This time, it was Zhan En's turn to look at his cousin with a complex and subtle look.

Thales' eyes moved between the two of them.

"And I've seen his hands before, and to be honest, they don't look like he's been hiding his identity, living in exile, or doing any heavy or dirty work." Federico shook his head.

But Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at Federico's hands:
"And when you were exiled to the Kingdom of Night, the Queen of Night didn't ask you to move bricks or transport goods, right?"

Federico leaned forward and was about to answer, but someone was quicker than him.

"His last name is Kevin Dill," Zhan En said dimly, "His political values are naturally different - at least different from the son of a drug dealer who only worked as an administrative officer."

Federico was a little surprised to see his cousin voicing his support, and the two Irises looked at each other with unidentifiable emotions in their eyes.

The altar was quiet for a while, and the only sound was the rustling of Huaiya's notes.

"Very good, this has accumulated a lot of clues."

Thales nodded slightly, his eyes passing over Zhan En and Federico, and said something with a double meaning:
"Now it seems that you two are still somewhat useful."

When Zhane and Fed heard this, they avoided looking at each other tacitly.

"This person did not commit suicide. He was silenced by others," Mallos said abruptly, "as a scapegoat."

Thales turned around immediately:
"Thor?"

The Terrorblade looked at Little Bot on the ground with bright eyes:
"I checked his neck and found that the fatal wound matched the short knife in his hand. But if it was suicide, the knife wouldn't be at such an angle and length. And the knife was stabbed with great skill, but this guy didn't have calluses on his hands from practicing with the knife."

Upon hearing this, Huaiya hurried forward, lifted the white cloth, and re-examined the body, taking notes as he looked.

"The details still need to wait for the investigation of the vigilance officer and the coroner, but..."

Mallos looked at everyone and gave his conclusion:

"The assassin was murdered—by a strong, powerful fellow, skilled with a knife, whose throat was cut from behind."

Everyone was horrified when they saw the unbelievable and resentful expression on Little Bot's face before he died.

Thales frowned:
"Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Mallos smiled slightly:
“The atmosphere isn’t there.”

Thales raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically:
"Thank you."

Mallos bowed respectfully.

Federico looked at Little Bot's body and shook his head:

"I guess this so-called 'assassin' was also kept in the dark, and was tricked into coming to the temple for some other reason, or even kidnapped. After he was silenced, he was thrown at the scene where the priest was assassinated, with a suicide note stuffed into his arms to plead his innocence."

Huai Ya wondered:

"for what?"

"For Xilai," Zhan En said with difficulty, "to bring her, her friends, and me together."

Cassian's expression changed slightly.

"To threaten him," Federico took over the conversation at the right time, "using Zhan En's family and his weaknesses to threaten him."

"In order to deliberately let us see this scene, and find clues and figure it out ourselves." Mallos added.

"This is not a letter of revenge," Zhan En's eyes froze as he looked at the assassin's suicide note in Huai Ya's hand, "but an unspoken blackmail letter."

Thales looked solemn.

Federico took a deep breath and looked at his cousin:

"This is to tell him... or tell us: they have their eyes on Xilai and are approaching her step by step, and their every step is a warning, until..."

Federico said nothing more.

"Until I bow my head and give in."

After he finished speaking, Zhan En pressed his head in pain. His body swayed and he was supported by Seychelles beside him to prevent him from falling.

"Submit?"

Huai Ya said cautiously: "What style?"

No one speaks.

Until Jane broke free from Seychelles' support and burst into laughter.

"I believe it now, cousin. This probably wasn't done by you," Zhan En met Federico's gaze with a relieved expression. "Although you are hateful and deserve to die, it wasn't you. The intention of that suicide note pointing to me was too obvious, so everyone would think that you were targeting me."

Federico did not respond to him, but just looked back at his cousin quietly.

"You're not that stupid..."

Zhan En sneered and pointed at Thales:

"Otherwise, once you are discovered, this guy will not let you off easily."

But Federico did not feel relieved at all that he had been cleared of suspicion.

On the contrary, his face was full of hesitation and vigilance.

"Of course, the same thing happens to me, too..."

Zhan En murmured to himself:
"This was not done by any of us present here..."

"Who did it? The assassination came to the temple, who has the courage and ability to do so?" Huaiya couldn't help but ask.

But at that moment, the prince's attendant suddenly noticed:

Whether it was Thales, Zhan En or Federico, the expressions of the three were extremely solemn.

Seychelles narrowed his eyes, Cassian remained motionless, and Mallos crossed his arms in thought.

Everyone was silent.

Zhan En took a deep breath, as if to give himself courage.

"Tell me, cousin, come, look me in the eyes and tell me," he approached the dazed Federico, put his hand on his shoulder, and said solemnly, "In the name of Iris, did you really, really, really not betray our family to them?"

Faced with his cousin's questioning, Federico was stunned for a second before reacting. He broke free from Zhan En's arm, turned his head, and said with difficulty:

"I, I didn't."

Thales' eyes moved:
"Betray what? Shirai?"

But Zhan En refused to give up. He held the other's shoulders tightly and forced him to look at him:
"Even without your knowledge?"

"I...I...I..." Federico breathed rapidly.

"Without you even realizing it?"

Feder raised his head slowly, as if he wanted to deny it, but in the end, he shook his head helplessly:

"I...I don't know."

Zhan En stared at him blankly, sighed, shook his head, let go of him, and lowered his head to touch his forehead.

"Of course, you don't know what I'm asking..."

Federico lowered his head and said nothing, his expression seemed a little ashamed and a little angry.

"Jan!"

Thales had to remind him out loud.

Zhan En came back to his senses and looked at Thales in confusion.

"Thales," he said with difficulty, "It's him. He's here."

Thales' heart sank.

"Maybe he's not happy with your progress, or maybe he's not happy with the compromise between the three of us, or even with the current situation of the entire Emerald City..."

Zhan En spoke with difficulty:

"But he actually came and did it himself."

Thales took a deep breath and tried his best not to feel the bone ring Gortaxa in his inner pocket.

"No, calm down, Zhan En," he tried to comfort him and analyze the situation. "He can't do everything himself. At most, at most, it's the people below who are handling the details..."

"That's enough for us to drink a pot!"

Jane seemed a little impatient. He paced back and forth under the statue of the goddess, scratching his hair fiercely. He looked so disheveled from the fight just now, and looked nothing like the heroic Duke of South Bank in the past.

"And after you messed up Emerald City like this, its finances, trade, military, manpower, allies... No, all my arrangements have been ruined... With only the remaining means and tools, I can't stop him, and I don't have enough bargaining chips to make him afraid... I can't kidnap his son..."

Everyone looked at the Duke of Iris in shock, except Thales, who felt familiar with him:

On the night of the competition banquet, Zhan En, who was smoking a water pipe alone on the observation deck of Kongming Palace, had the same look in his eyes.

"Jan!"

Thales interrupted him loudly.

"Even if it is really him, I will not let him succeed, whether it is the Emerald City or Xilai," the prince looked at Zhan En firmly, "I swear."

"Maybe it's not that bad," Federico, who looked grim, also chimed in, "We need more information to confirm it."

Zhan En was stunned at first, then he sneered, as if he didn't quite believe them.

"You, Feder, you are just a pawn, you can't do anything... As for you, Thales, you can't even persuade Xilai--"

But when the words came to his lips, Zhan En stopped abruptly and his face changed drastically! !

"Jayne?" Thales frowned.

Zhan En gritted his teeth and grabbed his arm. "Go find her, Thales, send your best men... No, no, no, no, you can't bring anyone, just you, it can only be you, you alone, go find Xilai immediately!"

what?
Thales glanced around subconsciously.

"I just said, I have already arranged it, Xilai..."

"not enough!"

Zhan En's stern and solemn look made Thales nervous:
"If it's really them... I have a feeling that this isn't their only move, and they have more cards up their sleeves and will take more actions..."

"Listen, Xilai will be fine. They can't hurt her, and they dare not hurt her..."

"No! You don't understand!"

Zhan En interrupted him. The Duke was extremely anxious, which attracted the attention of others.

"It's not her I'm worried about," Zhane looked at the others, especially Federico, but he hesitated for a moment, but still spoke through gritted teeth, "It's not just...her."

Thales's eyebrows twitched.

Not just her?

Who else?

Thales thought of a name that made people happy, and the baby corpse it turned into, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"And if, if the people who did all this were really them..."

Zhan En took a deep breath and his face turned cold.

"You don't know... You are their nominal master, you have never been their enemy... So you don't know, you don't know what they can do..."

He said quietly:

"...what means will be used?"

Federico's expression changed slightly.

Thales was puzzled.

"but I know."

Zhan En let go of the prince and sat down dejectedly under the statue, his expression dazed and his voice hoarse:

"I...I know."

----

Ghoul Tunnel.

"Didn't they tell you?" Lausanne II's voice came from the dark dungeon, "My power is dangerous, and you are... too close."

A few steps away, DD, with a look of disgust on his face, was pinching his nose and standing on tiptoe with a lamp, concentrating on avoiding the dirty water on the ground. He had no time to answer.

I only heard the blood killer sneer:

"Aren't you afraid of being hit again?" Doyle finally found a relatively dry and clean place to stand. He sat down cross-legged and pushed the Eternal Lamp forward to illuminate Lausanne II who was covered in chains.

"Then give it a try."

DD took off his sword and pointed his finger at the captive with disdain:
"Come on, use your powers on me again."

Doyle patted the scabbard, took a deep breath, and was almost fainted by the stench of the sewer:

"This time, I'm going to get over it and ignore it."

This request is rare.

Lausanne II squinted his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Come on, don't be soft-hearted, show your most terrifying skills."

DD held his breath and looked at the killer with an awkward expression.

"And I will prove to you that I can defeat it," Doyle gradually got used to the stench around him, but still gritted his teeth, "as a knight."

Is it?

Is it to prove yourself?
For the honor of the knight?
It is quite consistent with the identity of Joaquin student.

One axis more than another.

Lausanne II was silent for a while.

"Where are the other guards?"

"We prepared a delicious meal for them. They are enjoying their welfare outside now."

DD shrugged, waved his sword, and looked provocative:
"Come on, where are your superpowers? What are you waiting for? Are you scared? Cowardly? Shrinking? Crying?"

Doyle shook his head and gave the Doyle family's signature hateful smile:
"Oh my, I know. Are you not full from eating the rat? Are you hungry?"

The next second, DD even took out a dead mouse from somewhere, picked up its tail, and dangled it in front of Lausanne II, with a filthy smile moving back and forth in front of the eternal lamp.

But Lausanne II, who was seriously injured and unable to get up, remained unmoved.

He just stared into Doyle's eyes quietly.

"You cried."

Ok?
Doyle was stunned: "What?"

DD was startled and threw away the dead mouse. He took out Glover's handkerchief to wipe his hands, then lowered his head to wipe his face, but his hands were dry and there was nothing on his face.

Damn, I got fooled.

So he looked up in anger:
"Fuck you——"

"That day, when we fought," Lausanne II said quietly, "others may not have noticed it, but I saw it."

Although he was imprisoned and seriously injured, at this moment, Lausanne II's eyes were sharp and pointed directly at people's hearts:
"You wield the sword with tears."

At that moment, DD trembled violently.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Some people think that my ability is to create illusions," but Lausanne II ignored his interruption and continued in a low voice, "But in fact, what people see in 'Evil Whispers' are all things that really happened to them in the past, which is their past life."

Doyle's rebuttal came to an abrupt end.

"Tell me, Joaquin's student, why do you want to watch it again..."

Lausanne II's eyes moved and his gaze went straight to DD.

"Your past?"

Wow!

DD stood up suddenly!

He stared at the vampire killer in front of him, panicked and angry, but he couldn't stop his hands from shaking:
"you you……"

"People who communicate with swords can understand each other better." The vampire killer said softly.

Doyle was silent.

Lausanne II was not in a hurry either, he just waited quietly.

But the next second, Doyle clenched his teeth, stood up, swung his arm, and drew his sword!

Swish!
"Fuck you!"

As DD cursed inappropriately, the blade stopped an inch in front of Lausanne II's nose.

The tip of the sword is steady.

The cold light is everywhere.

The murderous intent was chilling.

But Lausanne II did not move at all, except for a piece of hair that was blown by the sword wind, even his expression did not change.

His heavy and dark eyes, under the light of the eternal lamp, met DD's bloodshot eyes.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"puff!"

The long sword trembled at first, then fell down.

DD couldn't hold it in any longer and bent over, laughing out loud.

"Hahaha, are you scared?"

In the dungeon, Doyle forced out a twisted smile and shook the tip of his sword at the captive:
"Hey, I knew you were scared! Haha, with the lighting effects of the Eternal Light, this move of my self-created Legion Eleven is called 'Eternal Jump Scare'! Hahaha! I just want to ask if you are scared or not!"

Lausanne II still showed no expression.

DD held his waist and abdomen and lowered his sword.

"Oh my, this is so funny... I almost cried from laughing... You don't even need any supernatural powers... I'm really scared..."

I saw him laughing extremely exaggeratedly, unable to control himself, and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"In the world of knights, tears are often seen as a sign of weakness."

Amidst DD's unusual laughter, Lausanne II's voice could be heard faintly:

"But someone told me: That's not necessarily the case."

Perhaps because he was tired of laughing too much, Doyle's laughter gradually became weaker.

Lausanne II spoke in a trance:
“Tears, especially those shed for others, often contain the greatest strength in a person’s heart.”

The vampire killer who was unable to move looked at Danny Doyle who maintained a stiff smile and laughed from time to time, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"A knight who can still shed tears, will continue to shed tears, and knows why he is crying..."

The sword in Doyle's hand trembled slightly, causing the light of the Eternal Lamp to tremble as well.

"Better than a knight who is not afraid of bloodshed, who is willing to bleed, and who doesn't care what he bleeds for..."

Lausanne II sighed:
“…even more precious.”

DD's laughter finally died down.

After a long while, the only sound in the dungeon was Doyle's breathing.

"Humph."

Finally, DD snorted and said:
"Anyone who says this to you must be a little crybaby himself."

Lausanne II was startled at first, then he admitted in a low voice:

"Yes."

“Ha, I knew it.” Doyle lowered his head, stroking the hilt of the sword in his hand, absentmindedly, “Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry, you’ve even lost all your luck…”

“Indeed, he would shed tears of sincere compassion for the most insignificant people,” Lausanne II recalled. “Therefore, the most insignificant people… would shed tears for him and even more for him…”

At that moment, the killer's emotions were extremely complicated, with both regret and hatred:

"Bleed till you bleed."

Doyle's expression changed slightly.

The two were silent for a while.

"why."

Lausanne II didn't care: "I don't know, maybe this is what people are like."

DD looked up sharply.

"No, I'm asking you."

He asked coldly:
"Losang II, since you still remember Joaquin's teachings, why do you insist on doing evil and doing all kinds of bad things? Why can't you just be a good person?"

Lausanne II frowned slightly.

Doyle was puzzled:

"No matter how unfair fate is to you... for revenge, for self-respect, for... for who knows what, is it really worth paying such a price and turning yourself into this horrible appearance?"

Lausanne II was silent for a while, then smiled:
"Who said this was Joaquin's teaching?"

DD was stunned.

Ah...isn't it?

Wasn't this what the drunkard old man said?
Uh...who else could it be?

Just as Doyle was about to say something to ease the embarrassment, Lausanne II spoke again.

"I tried. I tried to be a good person."

The vampire killer said faintly:

"Believe it or not, most people in this world are actually good people...at least they have tried to be good people, good people in all senses of the word."

Lausanne II's eyes wandered:

"And there are some people... there are some people who are even better than good people, people who many people, like I said, would die for."

Better than a good person...

DD frowned.

So is it worth dying for?
So is it worth dying for?
So is it worth dying for?
He kept his doubts in his heart and didn't say them out loud.

Lausanne II snorted:
"But no matter how good they are..."

"They're all going to be bad?" Doyle interrupted quietly.

Lausanne II paused.

He looked at Doyle and smiled.

"It's not them," the vampire killer denied, "It doesn't have to be them who turn bad."

Doyle was confused again.

He looked at the dead mouse on the ground and sighed.

"Nonsense," Doyle waved his hands, losing interest in the conversation. He turned away in boredom, planning to practice the 'Immortal Jump Scare' in another setting. "Forget about not having the courage to use your powers. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense..."

At that second, Lausanne II frowned instantly!

"Don't."

"Ok?"

DD looked at the scabbard idly, ready to put the sword back into the scabbard.

"Don't put away your sword."

"Ah? Why?"

"Because you depend on it to save your life."

"Help?"

What's the point of saving lives? What a mess - huh?

But just the next moment, Doyle felt an unprecedented terrifying chill, like a wave sweeping up from his back to the back of his head.

This made him tremble all over and his hair stood on end!

What is this - before he could think about it, Doyle's power of the end came uninvited. It gathered into a hideous and evil spider, which climbed up his brain in his consciousness, and its spider legs pierced his soul!

【No, Daniel.】

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

At that moment, DD's expression was distorted with pain!

As the evil spider tightened its legs, his body and mind were like boiling water, and before Doyle realized what was happening, it moved on its own, forcing him to drop the scabbard on the spot, tumble forward, and when his back hit the ground, he held the sword with both hands and swung it back!
DD only felt the sword blade vibrate.

clang!
Doyle lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

In a split second, he barely managed to block this fatal attack.

what happened?

The clanging of metal and the trembling of the wrist fed back to the evil spider in DD's brain, which skillfully retracted and retracted its eight limbs, allowing him to stand up. He then raised the long sword with trembling wrists, facing the enemy and assuming a defensive posture.

DD came back to himself in great pain, breathing rapidly.

Someone, someone is making a sneak attack?
Unlike last time, this time, he could finally feel some of his own consciousness outside of the evil spider.

And he just... survived?
DD was still in shock, and under the Spider's command, he forced himself to look at the enemy who attacked him - Huh?

Doyle's eyes widened in surprise:

In front of him, besides Lausanne II who was still bound, there was a dungeon illuminated by an eternal lamp...

No one is empty.

Enemy, where is the enemy?
Looking at the empty dungeon, Doyle was stunned.

And...what about the people on guard outside?
How did the enemy get in?
But just a second later, Lausanne II's loud shouting made him tremble all over:
"left!!!"

At that moment, the evil spider in Doyle's brain moved instantly, forcing him to twist his hips, turn around, and stand up in the most perfect posture, trying his best to defend the left side!

But the moment DD turned around, he realized with a chilling realization:
Too late.

His defensive stance has not yet taken shape.

The enemy's blade had already touched his neck.

Doyle was surprised to feel the knife flash right before his eyes.

Blood gushed out.

And he just…was too late.

【No, Daniel.】

At the moment before death, DD's eyes blurred.

[You are the young master... If someone saw me, I would be so ashamed.]

At the moment when his eyes were blurred with tears, Doyle had no time to regret and no extra emotions.

He could just barely see:
What took his life was a strangely shaped single-edged sword.

The blade is long and narrow.