Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 164: People

At sunset, the public prayer day of the Emerald Celebration is about to end, but the entire Emerald City is brightly lit, and many streets are still lively, with gongs and drums, and from time to time, fireworks shoot up the night sky from all directions, as if the carnival has just just begun Start.

But Prince Thales is not in such a good mood.

When Glover, D.D and the team sent to support them returned to the Kongming Palace, almost all of them were injured and all of them were lucky:

Toledo's knife-hander is dislocated, with a large opening in his shoulder; Morgan is silent, silently applying the wound to his wound; a disgraced Rolf needs a prosthetic limb; Nirvana Xi broke her head and seemed to have a slight concussion; Miranda had multiple minor bruises, but she refused to treat and just sat silently holding her sword; Paul shot ten arrows in a short time and was injured Muscles and fingers also needed to be bandaged; Glover was covered in blood and looked terrifying, second only to the terrifying expression on his return that he seemed to want to devour anyone when he saw him.

The morale is low and the atmosphere is heavy.

"When we got there, the wool merchant named Diop had been silenced, along with his mistress."

Malos followed behind Thales and reported with a gloomy face:

"We rescued Glover and DD, and we also fought against the black-clothed murderer with supernatural powers. As a result... As you can see, most of the people were slightly injured, and the most seriously injured. It's Glover, fortunately he's rough-skinned, but..."

"Just?" After comforting the dizzy Neshi, the prince turned to Mallos.

Mallows pauses for a second:

"It's just the killer's ability... Toledo has been vomiting, Aarend has a headache and auditory hallucinations, Nehi is a little anxious, and he has to pinch himself every few minutes. dreaming...

"Glover was the worst. He was in a coma for an hour before waking up, and the process of his waking up was quite thrilling. I almost wrote an obituary for Piroga's family 'accidentally killed while caring for the wounded'... …

"Morgan didn't say anything after he came back, but he's been silent like this for two hours... Rolfe's symptoms were the least, and he was able to walk after changing his legs. Of course, if he really had any symptoms, he probably said Not sure."

Tales frowned, and Mallos' expression became colder and colder:

"Although everyone is getting better, it is clear that everyone, everyone who has ever met the killer-"

"Shit, you can't imagine how nervous that moment was, it was a close call!"

A distinctly emotional voice sounded from across the room, attracting the attention of Thales and Mallos.

"I know, I know, Guard Doyle," Wyah frowned, holding a notebook, "that is, can you tell me more about the killer in black? Especially his abilities ?"

"Of course!"

D.D, with a bandage on his head, slapped his thigh, spitting.

"I saw him holding a zombie in one hand and Miss Miranda in the other, and he was about to take a knife, but I shouted 'Bah, Doyle is here', stepped forward and fought the killer Together, swords and swords, the situation is fierce..."

"Wait, he's holding people in both hands, how can he get the knife down?" Wyah questioned.

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I remembered it wrong. Oops, don't interrupt, you see, I'll be wrong when you interrupt..."

Tales and Mallos stood in the distance, all squinting.

"Well," Mallos' eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, "maybe not everyone."

Tales pinched the puppet bear on his hand with an unpredictable expression.

"It's okay," the prince said lightly, "it's fine."

Marios glanced at his subordinates who were described as embarrassed, and many of them turned their heads in shame.

Among the crowd, Glover gritted his teeth fiercely, and he stood up: "His Royal Highness, it's me..."

"It's my fault," Mallos turned back, "My arrangement underestimated the enemy. Although the murderer was hit by an arrow, he was cunning and agile, and the route he chose was extremely tricky. Indoor cover, or hide yourself in the shadow of the courtyard wall or eaves, Italiano and Paolo's bows and crossbows missed, and it was extremely difficult for us to intercept."

Tales clutched the ragdoll bear tightly without making a sound.

"At that time, a team from the Vigilance Hall and the Emerald Corps arrived, led by the captain of the Seychelles, and many citizens were alerted and came to watch."

Tales exhaled:

"It came so fast."

Marios nodded:

"To be on the safe side, I told everyone to give up chasing the murderer, immediately hide their tracks, and scatter into the crowd to retreat. After all, if the blood-covered and suspicious Star Lake Guards—especially Glover and DD—are at the murder scene If you are caught, then it is unclear, the trouble and loss it will bring to you, Your Highness, is far greater than letting the murderer go."

Marios looked up:

"Therefore, the responsibility for letting go of the murderer is mine."

When the voice fell, no one in the lounge dared to speak. Everyone nervously looked at the prince who was slowly rubbing the bear, waiting for his response.

"You made the right decision, Thor."

A few minutes later, Thales shook his head:

"Think about it, 'Prince Thales indulges his subordinates to murder' Jen must be happy to see that scene, and if any of you fall into his hands, not only will it not be better, but it will become the best the handle and bargaining chip.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"And not only that," Thales said with a deep expression, "Just think about it, you found the murderer's silence site, but he just didn't leave, what is the probability?"

Miranda looked sharply:

"Your Highness, you mean that black-clothed killer, he was waiting there for zombies and Doyle?"

Hearing this, Glover frowned, and D.D stopped talking.

"If you didn't arrive for support," Thales raised the bear in his hand, his eyes flickering, "I guess, the two of them will probably be killed and injured, lost consciousness, and then be alerted by 'just in time' He was arrested and brought to trial on the charge of murder.”

Glover snorted, and D.D's eyes widened.

"But fortunately," Thales raised his head, "Thor, you retreated immediately, and no one was allowed to take it."

Then, the days of Prince Thales bouncing around in the Emerald City can end with the shocking news of the "Star Lake Guards entering the house to kill".

Thiers thought:

Shi Lai is right, in the Emerald City, nothing can be hidden from Jenn.

From Morse, to Diop, to now...he is at an absolute disadvantage.

"It's just luck," Mallos shook his head, "and we deserve better."

"Excuse my interruption, Your Highness, everyone."

Wyya stood up and held up the book he had asked all the way down, remembering the dense book.

"So, the Kevin Dill family secretly keeps a master swordsman in the extreme realm who has supernatural abilities and can create illusions, and is responsible for killing people?"

Wya's question silenced everyone, and many who had been to Diop's mansion bowed their heads.

"No."

Miranda spoke suddenly.

"Mira?"

"I've seen masters who have really reached the extremes, and I've even played against each other, and I know what it's like," Miranda held the Eagle in her arms tighter, "but the killer in black , he gave me a strange feeling."

"Ms. Allende?" Mallos asked.

"His swordsmanship is exquisite and his consciousness is sharp, which I have only seen in my life, and even surpasses some extreme warriors I know."

Miranda shook her head: "But his movements, his strength, and the coordination of his body can only be described as mediocre, far from his swordsmanship and consciousness, as if he had suffered a serious injury that affected him. health, can't do all I can."

Miranda stares at the black-gloved palm, her eyes ecstatic.

"Thank goodness," Nessie said feebly, "Thank goodness for that."

"But he's young," Glover added, "his voice, probably in his thirties, not over forty."

Wiya thought for a while and quickly remembered something:

"So, he's a rising star who is one step away from the extreme realm, or, in other words, an extreme realm master who has been injured before?"

"Not a rising star," Itariano sighed. "I hate to say it, but I can see it clearly from the roof: when he breaks through the four of you, it's like a cat playing a mouse."

Toledo, Neshi, Morgan, and Rolfe's faces turned ugly.

"I think, he definitely has a lot of combat experience far beyond imagination, maybe a battlefield veteran." Itariano concluded.

"Not a veteran," Morgan said with a cold snort, "a veteran who has been on the battlefield, has been in a crowd, and knows how to fight in groups doesn't fight like him, that guy, it's more like on the training ground and dueling stage. It's done."

"Master of swordsmanship, with extraordinary consciousness, not to the extreme, physically retarded, injured, in his thirties, young rising star, experienced, but not a veteran of the battlefield..."

Wiya read the points he just wrote down and said with a headache:

"Damn, why are these information contradicting each other?"

"One more point," Mallos said suddenly, "the limitations of the power user."

Tales looked at him:

"Thor?"

The watchman took a deep breath and looked at everyone:

"The world is fair, and the effort, focus, and time that a person needs to train his abilities to the level of fighting is no less than training the finishing power to become a super-level swordsman. If you are insatiable, and you practice both your powers and your swordsmanship at the same time, the most likely outcome is that both are useless."

Tales asked: "That is to say, it is difficult for a person to become a warrior who is both proficient in supernatural abilities and possessing the power of ending?"

But Wya is even more puzzled:

"But that black-clothed killer, he is good at swordsmanship and also has supernatural powers..."

"I remember," Miranda's eyes flashed, "he did say that he couldn't control his powers well."

"But it's enough to knock everyone within a foot of him down, faster than taking drugs." Glover's eyes flashed with resentment.

A gust of wind catches everyone's attention: Rolfe gestures against the wall.

"What did he say?" Mallos asked

Tales looked at Rolfe's gesture and wondered:

"He said that affecting others... oh, the ability to affect the mind is rare, and it is often costly and the sequelae are not light. Even for supernatural beings, few people can achieve that kind of effect."

At this moment, an unexpected voice sounded, hesitating.

"Your Highness, sir, I think I might know who that guy is."

Marios frowned:

"Doyle?"

Everyone's eyes turned to D.D. He took a deep breath and looked complicated:

"That killer, he knows the 'Ten Legion Style', Mr. Joaquin's 'Ten Legion Style'."

As soon as these words came out, most people were confused, and only a few people's expressions changed slightly.

"Who is Joaquin?" Thales asked.

"Joaquin Knight, or Master Joaquin," Mallos said solemnly, "he used to be the prince's attendant before the coronation of the late King Eddie, and later became the chief swordsman teacher of the King Star Royal Family, as well as the royal family's standing army. The chief swordsmanship instructor is the kingdom's famous swordsmanship master, one of the representatives of Imperial Wind Swordsmanship, and of course, he is also the teacher of Doyle's **** officer."

When the voice fell, many people, including Thales, changed their faces and looked at D.D.

A valet of the late king.

Master Swordsman of the Royal Family of Shining Stars.

The Chief Swordsman Instructor of the Standing Army.

Master of Swordsmanship.

And D.D's teacher.

Wait, was the last title misplaced?

"From the tone of his voice, he knows Mr. Joaquin," Doyle said lightly, his eyes fascinated, "the relationship is very close."

The watchman frowned:

"But because of the identity of Master Joaquin, under his guidance and influence, there are thousands, not to mention tens of thousands, of people who draw nutrients from the 'Ten Forms of the Legion', not to mention that these people will use their skills later It's out, Doyle, are you..."

But D.D shook his head:

"I know what you mean, sir, but other students or disciples of Teacher Joaquin have more or less their own style of swordsmanship after leaving the school."

D.D's eyes slowly focused, showing a seriousness that Thales had never seen before, nor could he imagine that he would see it in Doyle.

"But that man in black, his 'Legion Ten Style', is definitely the purest, teacher Joaquin's style," Doyle said in a trance, "only those who have stayed by his side for many years, through his words and deeds. Correcting it day and night can do it.”

"For years, you mean..." Mallos said.

D.D took a deep breath and looked at everyone:

"Yes, those knight servants who once followed Mr. Joaquin and took him as the master of the knights, and he taught the skills one-on-one according to the ancient method of knights, and who were inherited by him, only they can do it."

Malos' expression changed slightly:

"If it's true, then...are you sure?"

"I'm sure," said Doyle, a rare look of apprehension on his face, "in the name of the bedside bear."

Tales subconsciously looked at the bear in his hand.

Everyone was silent for a while, Mallos raised his head:

"As far as I know, before the death of Joaquin Knight, he took in nine squires..."

"Eight and a half."

D.D rarely interrupts Mallos.

"He died before I finished my training."

Doyle still had a wandering expression, and at the end, he hooked the corner of his mouth, meaning unknown.

Everyone looked at D.D's expression strangely at the moment, and whispered ("I'll just say, that ability still has an impact...").

"Okay, then we need relevant information."

Marios nodded to Hugo Forby, who was holding the flag.

The flag officer turned and left the room with an expressionless face.

Everyone fell silent, only the rustling of Wyah's notes could be heard.

"Okay, let's not talk about this killer in black," Thales sighed, feeling everyone's depression, "Now, Dagory Moss went to see this Diop, and now they Both are dead."

"They were all silenced." Miranda said coldly.

"There must be something wrong with him." Glover clenched his fists.

Marios nodded: "Diop is dead, but he must have left something behind. I'll let others go and see if there are any clues."

But Thales lifted the bear and shook his head with it ~IndoMTL.com~ no. First of all, the Emerald Legion and the Vigilance Hall will leave you nothing, and secondly, we almost got Jenn's word, and we can't make the same mistake again. "

The crowd looked at each other.

"I was told that Jen's control over the Emerald City is beyond imagination," Thales said. "Now I understand."

"Your Highness?" Mallos asked.

Tales came back to his senses and looked at his subordinates seriously:

"I remembered that Moss mentioned that he had 'connections' in the new suburbs and the Canal District if he wanted to do something that was not officially known..."

"People?"

Tales nodded: "'The Alpha Wolf' Lazance Feiso, and the 'Wanderer' Fogg, try to find these two people."

Glover's face changed: "Head Wolf, Wanderer, Your Highness, they are—"

"The Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood, yes, the underground gang," Thales affirmed, "out of Jenn's field of vision."

Marios was silent for a moment, looking at Glover and Rolfe.

"Now, forget about today's affairs, rest well," the prince said solemnly, "and I'm going to meet Jenn and ask him for some interest back."

Marios complied.

Tales took a step forward, and Wyah quickly put away his notes and followed.

But Thales paused before taking two steps.

D.D was fascinated by something when he suddenly felt a weight in his arms.

He stood up in a hurry, only to find that the one he was all familiar with appeared in front of him——

Muppet bear?

Huh?

Danny Doyle looks up in surprise.

"Tsk tsk, don't you even look in the mirror?"

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Thales shook his head and walked out of the room:

"Your eyes are so red, sleep well and stay up late."