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"Bring the wine!" "Damn it, hurry up and bring this prince some wine, do you believe that I won't shut down your restaurant and kick you lowly commoners out of the imperial city!?"

Prince Syrika's face was completely red, his entire body reeked of alcohol, his eyes were blurry, clearly, he was close to becoming drunk.

The restaurant boss felt helpless. He looked at the broken glass bottles on the floor and carefully glanced at the few armored men sitting not far away. One of the men nodded. The shop owner secretly sighed and personally brought a few bottles of wine to him.

The armor-wearing man frowned, and said in a low voice: "Fifth Prince was scolded quite badly by His Majesty today."

The other armored man shook his head as he smiled bitterly and sighed: "The First Prince and Third Prince are good at fighting, their martial skills are outstanding, and the Sixth Prince's literary and tao strategy is excellent. Even if the Second Prince and Fourth Prince are slightly weaker, at least their grandfather holds great power. Only the Fifth Prince can do this. If not for the Royal Concubine risking her life to protect His Majesty, how could she have gotten the title of Prince? "

"Sigh, Fifth Prince is truly pitiful. Let's not talk about this any longer, since His Majesty has asked us to protect and take care of him, we shall just let him be. No matter what you say, it is impossible for him to inherit the throne, and living a carefree and carefree life is already quite a good result.

"Alright, shut up!" A man who looked the oldest glanced at them seriously and said in a low voice that only they could hear, "We are only subjects, these are not what we should say. If it gets to His Majesty, humph!"

"Right, right, right, come! "Drink!"

A few of them picked up their cups, and at the same time as they drank, their gazes never left Fifth Prince Syrika. As the strongest of the Royal Guards who were specially selected to protect the Prince, their vigilance was still very high.

However, what they did not expect was that their conversation had fallen right into the ears of someone else. Five meters away from them, at a table, sat a young man, drinking by himself. He had average looks and looked very ordinary. He appeared to be around twenty-four years old.

It was because of this ordinary person who would not stir up any trouble even if he was thrown into the crowd that everyone in the restaurant ignored his existence. However, if his true identity was exposed, it would definitely cause a ruckus in the capital of the Tian Luo Duchy, Guang Ming City. He would be the youngest duke in the history of the Empire of Sarn, and furthermore, he would be conferred the title of Prince by Lan Feng one month ago!

One month ago, the Tiger Gorge's great victory had caused the Dark Tribal Alliance to suffer heavy losses.

At the same time, Tantai also joined the Tianxing Mercenary Group as a god. A natural Group of 600 Forest Elves and a thousand powerful Dwarf Warriors joined the Tianxing Mercenary Group. In addition, the hundreds of beasts that were at the Cyan Stage, and even the Blue Stage made the Tianxing Mercenary Group's strength increase by leaps and bounds.

It could be said that the current Tianxing Mercenary Group's strength was at least twice as strong!

Dark Tribal Alliance hid herself, not daring to fight back, so she did not press forward. After all, the Beast God Alliance was still in a state of confrontation.

With the disadvantage of him being completely eliminated, Lan Feng had temporarily left. In the current battle situation, he did not have many people left. Tianxing Mercenary Group was already strong enough, even Tantai was kept behind. With him, the following battles would be even more smooth sailing.

Using the human skin mask left behind by the two spy assassins, based on the information he obtained from them, he snuck into the Tian Luo Duchy half a month ago and investigated the trade behind the Concealed Alliance. Due to the fact that he had quite a bit of information on the Concealed Alliance in his possession, he found out quite a few unknown things during this half a month.

However, when he went all the way to find the person in charge of the Concealed Alliance Union and their headquarters, the clues had been cut off. The only thing he knew was that all the assassin groups took missions from the imperial capital of Tian Luo Duchy. It was not like how the Mercenary Union had many branches in many cities. As a result, he stayed in Glory City and spent his days in the wine, tea houses, and singers shops. It was the easiest place to spread the news.

"Scram!" Get lost! "

Shouts and shouts came from outside the restaurant. They were followed by howls of pain, as if something had been smashed apart. Not long later, a man who looked to be in his thirties walked in, surrounded by more than a dozen fans.

The man was handsome and had a valiant appearance. A hint of a cold and stern look could be seen on his face. It was obvious that he was someone who had been on the battlefield. The dozen or so people following behind him were all like this. Although it was inadvertently revealed, that killing intent that was possessed by the Iron Blood Army was not easy to conceal.

The man's gaze first fell on the few elite soldiers. He was clearly a bit surprised, but it only lasted for a moment. His eyes showed faint disdain. Then, after turning his head slightly, he immediately saw Syrika, who was still drinking on the table, and immediately walked over with a change of expression.

The leading armored man's expression changed, he immediately stood up and walked over, bowing and greeting: "Your Highness Third Prince, are you here to drink too? "You …"

"Scram!" The man called Third Prince coldly snorted, a milky-white light appeared on his right hand, and he pushed it towards the armored man: "Who allowed you to speak? Does this prince have any part in your speech? "

The armored man was startled, he was just a small captain of the Royal Guard. Although he was of noble status, how could he compare with a prince?

He did not dare to block Third Prince's palm and immediately dodged to the side. He stood there with his hands behind his back: "Third Prince, we are following your orders and follow you by your side. Please be magnanimous and don't make things difficult for us."

"Difficult? Did I say I would make things difficult for you? " Third Prince smiled lightly, waved his hand and said: "Get out of my way, I am only close to my own brothers, you dare to stop me?"

"This …"

"En!"

Third Prince made a sound of agreement. Behind him, the ten over sturdy men in plain clothes, who were emitting strong energy undulations, stepped forward.

The armored man's expression changed again as he took three steps back. He could only pray that the Fifth Prince wished for good fortune and quickly retreated.

Syrika was weak and drunk, how could he have noticed the situation here? Even when Third Prince walked in front of him, he was still drinking his wine, and it was unknown what he was mumbling about.

"Fifth brother, it's so uncomfortable to drink alone. Third brother, how about a drink with you?"

When Third Prince finished speaking, he took out a cup and filled it with wine. Unexpectedly, his hands grew weak, and the wine cup suddenly tilted and splashed onto Syrika's head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Third Prince immediately cried out: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! "Fifth brother, you won't blame third brother if I'm not careful this time, right?"

Being drenched in alcohol from head to toe, Syrika's mind turned cold, immediately becoming clear-headed. Adding to the fire burning in his heart, he immediately stood up. Only, when he saw that the person in front of him was actually Third Prince, the anger on his face immediately vanished, and only hatred spread wildly from the depths of his eyes, hidden very deeply, and no one could see it.

Syrika turned anger into joy, and said repeatedly: "Who do I think it is, so it's Third Brother? Is third brother here to drink too? "Hmm, I was drunk just now and lost my composure. How can I blame third brother?"

Third Prince looked at him and frowned. The little brother in front of him gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. He was obviously the one who wanted to stir up trouble and humiliate him, but who would have thought that he would be like this? He made people powerless and had nowhere to vent their anger. After all, he wasn't the one who would hit someone who was smiling. In this broad daylight, if the Fifth Prince did not mind, and he, the Third Prince, even attacked the wound, then the public opinion would not be good.

Third Prince rolled his eyes a few times, then whispered into his ear and chuckled: "I just purposely poured some wine on you, aren't you angry?"

Syrika's expression changed, but he quickly changed again. In the end, he stood up shakily and laughed loudly: "You're my third brother, even if you beat me up, brother teaching brother a lesson is normal, how could I dare to blame you."

Third Prince gritted his teeth in hatred, nodded his head, and went over and whispered: "Not bad, you are indeed the son of a slut, as despicable as your mother. Do you really think your mother is some sort of wangfei? It is just an ordinary palace maid who was only appointed a consort after blocking a single sword strike for my royal father, and you, are a lowly bastard born from such a lowly palace maid! "

His voice was not loud, but to Syrika, it was like a clap of thunder, resonating right into his mind. Clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were bloodshot and his chest was surging with killing intent. He wanted nothing more than to tear this brother in front of him into pieces.

"No!" I can't do that! As long as I get angry, he will have an excuse to deal with me. " Clenching his teeth and bleeding from the gums, Syrika secretly warned himself.

Seeing his enraged look, Third Prince continued to speak, "There is one more thing that I don't know if you know. Have you ever thought about how your mother was unable to defend her father from his sword? So, the fact is, when the situation was critical, Father only used your mother as a shield. Your mother was just a human shield. Well then, doesn't that mean your enemy is your father? "This is going to be difficult."

"Go to hell!"

Syrika roared, his eyes filled with blood as he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it onto Third Prince's head.