Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 169: Safety rope

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"Can I ask..."

But Hillary chuckled:

"Did you know, the Karabyan sisters who are very close to you, the demon twins of Volra, or, in other words, the singing and dancing twins—"

"Actually, I'm not familiar with them..." Thales defended in a low voice.

But Hillary ignored him and said to herself:

"—they are the leading ladies of the whole South Bank, distinguished, gorgeous, presumptuous, flamboyant, deviant, leading the trend. Many young ladies want to climb up their relationship and enter their circle, but they are very Few people know: the demon sisters' friends, only they are each other."

Thiers couldn't help frowning when he thought of Kai'Sa and China.

"And I'm the only one who doesn't buy them," Hilley said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Actually, I told them to get away."

"Good job," Thales said helplessly, "I don't have the guts."

"No, it's not that you don't have such guts," Sheila looked at him with dazzling eyes, "you don't have to, Your Royal Highness—you dare to yell at your captain of the babysitter and let him get out of the way. farther?"

Captain of the babysitter?

Tales raised his head, looked at Mallos who was standing not far away, and was speechless.

"Of course," Sheila turned her head, "when they were kids, their favorite thing to do was to push me out, make up bad words about me, call me nicknames behind my back, and those with empty brains only knew how to smirk after them. Silly girls, haha..."

"But you are Kedir, daughter of the duke."

"So what?"

Sheila sarcastically:

"Bloodlines, surname, status, dowry, these things are all for my future husband."

She was a little lost:

"That's a game you're only entitled to play, not ours, unless I'm someone's wife, and after you've played this game, I can cheer and pretend I'm playing too—like All unmarried daughters in the world are the same."

Thiers frowned when he thought of Miranda:

"Maybe, well, not all."

Sheila narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah, not all," she leaned closer to him, her eyes threatening, "but does it matter?"

Tales shook his head quickly:

"No, it doesn't matter."

Sheila snorted coldly.

“So, what’s the difference between a duke, earl, viscount, baron, lord, knight, or the daughter of a merchant, a farmer, a craftsman,” Shiley sneered, “In the end, it’s not about changing to someone else’s family name, Or at least let the children follow other people's surnames. In this era, the daughter of a peasant household may rise rapidly, and the daughter of a duke may also marry a high-ranking family."

"Generally not," Thales only felt unnatural, but he couldn't tell where this feeling came from, so he could only try to divert the topic, "The marriage of the duke family must consider interests, and Birth and fame is also a kind of profit.”

Sheila glared at him:

"I'm not here for a politics class."

Tales bowed his head in embarrassment:

"Sorry."

On stage, Origi finally closed his eyes in the arms of his lover, the chorus sounded, and the play gradually came to an end.

"Mothers have told me that one of the favorite things for ladies to do at a banquet is to compare a woman's situation before and after marriage. And the most popular conversation point, um, of course, is so-and-so. When a person was a young lady, she was arrogant, but she ended up marrying a useless and unpromising rotten man. After marriage, she became a cheap wife, a poor wife, and she borrowed jewelry and clothes to attend banquets—they would rank up and down according to your husband’s status, and enjoy it."

Sheila sarcastically:

"If a duke's daughter, like me, is married to an ineffective husband, oh, that's even worse, they'll be mad with joy, and the queen will be told every year as a family heirloom Tell it to your daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, and write it on the epitaph until you bring it into the grave."

For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered the story Miranda told him about "The Smart Queen" Roseanne.

"So every woman wants to marry high," Hillary glanced at him. "It's better to marry a prince, so that when you become the talk of the dinner party, you won't be envied, at least you won't be envied. people laugh at."

Tales was just embarrassed.

"But tell me, Your Royal Highness," Ciel said coldly, "Does it make a difference to me whether they talk about my marriage and my husband with mockery or envy?"

"In contrast, I'd rather be talked about by them because of being a ghost, at least I made the props myself."

At that moment, Thales only felt that Xi Lai's eyes were extremely sharp.

"I understand," he said hard.

"You understand?"

Sheila smiled.

“I am very suspicious, Thales Shinsing Star, when you came to the Emerald City with all the courtesy and hurried, claiming to come to marry me,” Miss Kedier shook her head, “you Do you really understand me, understand the problem I'm facing?"

Tales was silent for a while.

"No, not at all, maybe never," the prince sighed and shook his head, "but I hope I understand."

Sheila gave him a deep look and said nothing.

The drama has come to an end, the curtain call begins, "The Butterfly Changes

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But at this moment, Thales looked down from the top and noticed an acquaintance who was in charge of his security (or surveillance) affairs. As long as Thales was out of the palace these few days, he would stay there for a moment. Caquere vigilante beside the prince.

At this moment, in the dimly lit theater, Caquere was hiding behind a curtain, talking to another well-dressed audience member, who was dancing, while Caquere looked back carefully from time to time, like a For fear of being discovered.

Tales frowned, he stood up and leaned against the railing, pretending to see the actor's curtain call clearly, but in fact calling for the crime of the prison river, listening to Caquere's movements.

"I don't understand, what has to be said now?" The voice of Guard Caquere was somewhat dissatisfied.

"I'd rather say it elsewhere!"

The audience turned his back on Thales, but his voice was very familiar to the young man: "But look at you, Sergeant Caquere, the prosperity is not what it used to be, where is there time to drink with old friends? A glass of wine? Can't I just come here to find you?"

"We haven't seen each other for a long time! There's no money to borrow you to gamble," Kaquere said indifferently and refused, "I'm on official business, and no matter what happens, wait for me to get off work—no, shift. Let's talk."

The vigilante turned around and left.

Just when Thales thought it was a drama about some poor relative who came to ask someone to borrow money, the audience's cold words raised the prince's nerves:

"The Diop case."

Cacquere froze.

In the senses of hell, Thales heard the audience take a deep breath: "The Judgment Hall, including the Vigilance Hall, they want me to be the defense of the dead."

Cacquere turned slowly, with a cautious tone:

"Really? That's a coincidence."

A defense attorney...

Tales remembered something and instantly recognized the identity of the audience member.

"What a prank, they want me..." The audience snorted, "I read the dossier and checked the court records of the debtor Lord, Diop was not killed by him, let alone a robbery, Right?"

"So what? We all know what you're capable of, Manny, and it's not over to convict that lord - isn't that what they're looking for you for?"

The man called Manny sneered:

"Stop pretending, Caquere, no one else knows, we all know what Diop does! You must have received money from him too, right?"

Cacquere was stunned and nervous:

"I, I don't know what you're talking about..."

Tales frowned.

But Manny shook his head:

"Don't worry, I'm not here to supervise the integrity of the government. But listen, I went to the barber to buy news for the case a few days ago, and I heard that the gangsters are very restless and arrogant recently..."

"Hey, what are you worrying about, the two gangsters, one red and one black, won't be fighting with each other one day, as long as they stay safe, don't be stupid enough to hit the streets, and then make enough friends-"

"No! Listen to me!"

Manny paused and lowered his voice:

"Two guys in the Blood Bottle Gang died 'accidentally', very close to Diop's death..."

Guardian Caquere wondered:

"Which two guys?"

Manny took a deep breath:

"I'm afraid to say, I suspect I'm just thinking too much, I hope so, I hope it's just my occupational disease, but, but..."

Manny grabs Cacquere's arm and pulls him an inch closer to the corner, as if it will protect them a little tighter:

"In the past, I helped you write reports to avoid disasters, and also helped you get rid of the crimes for those who got into trouble, Caquere, you just need to tell me one sentence, one accurate word: the person who killed Diop. , is it..."

The man known as Manny stretches out nervously and points upwards.

Caquere's breathing increased during the detection of the **** senses.

Seconds later, the vigilante's face became serious:

"Listen, Manny, for old love's sake: don't ask **** about things you shouldn't know, it's nothing."

Manny gasped:

"Is that true? Damn, I knew it, I knew there was something wrong with this case..."

"Manny."

"It has something to do with the second prince, right? The Duke is in the same boat as him..."

"Manny..."

"But why do they implicate us..."

"Manny!" Caquere scolded him, his voice very serious.

Manny shuddered.

"This way, you go home, have a drink, lie down, do something happy, and get up and work as usual the next day," the vigilante's tone softened, he patted Manny on the shoulder, "Think about your son, your wife in the country, and your parents..."

Manny shakes again.

He laughed reluctantly: "Yes, yes, yes, you are right, Cacquere, old man, I can't panic, I have to keep calm, I still have a job..."

Manny turns shakily to join the standing ovation crowd.

And Sergeant Kaquere looked blankly at his back.

In the box on the second floor, Thales clenched the railing in front of him and took back the crime of Hell River.

The man -- defense attorney Slimani, who defended Thales and Jenn in the trial court not long ago --

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Thinking together, the teenager looked at Slimani, who was in the crowd, and turned to Mallos subconsciously:

"Thor—"

But halfway through, Thales noticed: Wyah, Nessie, Morgan, Italiano, and the Star Lake Guards were surrounded by people from the Emerald City - from the people in the guard hall to the guards of the Emerald Legion .

Not to mention the staunch guards standing in all directions in the theater.

More rigorous than before.

Tales was worried and had to shut his mouth, and returned an apologetic smile to Mallos who cast him an inquiring look, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

A face came up to him:

"You're not watching the curtain call."

Tales was shocked and fell back to his seat: "Ah! Damn it! Hillary!"

The prince was taken aback and asked Miss Cecilia, who had unknowingly been in front of the railing, angrily:

"Where did you come from?"

But Hillary narrowed her eyes and shook a drawing board the size of a palm:

"What do you really care about, is the person who spoke to Kaquere just now?"

What?

The person who spoke to Kaquere...

Tales looked at Slimani on the first floor in amazement.

"You—"

“How did I know?”

Xilee looked to the first floor: "Although you were staring at the stage just now, it was very much like when I was in class when I was a child - and when you came back to your senses, the first thing you looked at was Caquere and his friend."

Huh?

Tales blinked in amazement, but didn't react.

How is this guy's observation...so fine?

But before he could figure out how to justify it, he was attracted by the drawing board on Shiley:

On the drawing paper, a handsome young man leaned on the railing and looked ahead, but he seemed absent-minded and preoccupied.

"What is this?" Thales said stupidly.

"Your profile sketch," Shi Lai shook the drawing board, and the handsome young man on it vibrated back and forth, "When you were just staring at the stage pretending to be -- see, understand?"

Well, it looks pretty similar?

Tales reached out to pick it up subconsciously, but Hillary retracted the drawing board with a swipe, like magic:

"Sorry, not for you!"

Tales came back to his senses and frowned:

"How do you know this?"

Sheila shrugged.

"So, the guy who just talked to Caquere? What's wrong with him?"

Damn.

Tales got a headache.

"He's...should be the defense in the Diop case."

Shi Lai rolls her eyes:

"And you just called your nanny first, and then shut up in time, because you were worried, because no matter who you send to chase that person, you may repeat the same mistakes, can't hide from Jenn's eyes and ears, and startle the snake?"

Damn, he hates smart people.

Tales sighed, but then became smart:

"You, Hilla, do you have a way to get everyone's attention and let my people bypass Jenn's ears and track him?"

Tales rubbed shyly:

"You know -- misdirected?"

Xilei looked around, and also had a panoramic view of the guards—whether it was Star Lake Castle or Emerald City.

"No, no, don't think about it."

Miss Cecilia was decisive, making Thales's hope in vain.

But after just a second, Hillary smiled:

"But well, I have a better idea."

Looking at Miss Kedier's smile, Thales suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Do you like me?"

"What?" Thales was surprised.

"Want to date me?"

"What?" Thales repeated with wide eyes.

Sheila narrowed her eyes: "Wrong answer, try again."

One more time?

Dating?

In that second, Thales reacted instantly and was terrified:

"Oh no."

Sheila nodded, smiling as usual:

"Oh, yes."

The next moment, before Thales could react, Hillary stood up and waved at Mallos:

"Hey babysitter!"

Nanny?

Everyone was stunned.

"Yes, it's you! The babysitter! The coolest one!"

A few seconds later, Mallos took a deep breath, maintained a calm expression, and stepped forward in front of everyone's strange eyes.

"Your Highness, Miss?"

Tales just wanted to speak, but Hillary covered his mouth:

"Oh, I'm going out on a date with His Royal Highness Thales, two people, um, private."

Sheila narrowed her eyes and raised her voice:

"You, you won't be disturbed, will you?"

Huh?

Wiya and the others turned their heads together with wonderful expressions.

Marios looked strange and cast a questioning look at Thales.

Tales widened his eyes. He smiled embarrassingly at Mallos, dragged Hille aside, and lowered his voice:

"This, if we leave the team for action..."

"Jane won't suspect you're doing it

Dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ small action, because I forced you out. ' Hillary said with confidence.

"Yeah, he's just angry, very angry... wait, that's not the point!"

"Yeah, the point is we're ahead of everyone else, to find your target and ask...whatever you want to ask."

"That's not the point either!" Thales gritted his teeth, "I'm the prince, you're... Ms. Kedier, what if we leave the brigade and an accident happens?"

I had an accident and the kingdom has no queen.

You have an accident, and Jen will probably make the kingdom without a queen as well.

"There are 'accidents' every day, and everyone has 'accidents'," Hillary shook her head, not paying attention, "but often those who are afraid of accidents are most likely to have accidents."

"No, you don't understand..."

"Oh, are you afraid?"

Tales was startled, his face turned cold, and he shook his fingers:

"No, don't use such a low-level radical, I won't be fooled."

"Are you so afraid of going out alone?"

"No, it's not a question of whether I'm afraid..."

"Tsk tsk, poor little prince, I dare not leave the house without a guard."

"I-I'm not arguing with you about this, we must have a better way than to fight in person..."

"But you want to stay out of Jenn's watch and avoid yesterday's mistakes, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"Right now, there's no life left, maybe more, and we're still in the dark about the battle," sighed Sheila. "You don't like it, do you?"

"That's right—hey, that's what I said!"

"My brother said that you liked the original words best?"

"I don't like it - don't learn this from him!"

"Are you coming?"

"No, I, I am the heir to the kingdom, and the stakes are high..."

"Yes, it's too important, presumably before you were born, the stars didn't exist, right?"

"You—no, there are so many people behind me, if something happens to me..."

"Forget it," Hillary snorted coldly and gave up persuasion, "you can stay with your nannies forever, little princess Thales."

Tales' expression changed.

Sheila turns away, shaking her head in disdain:

"I'll go by myself."

Tales stretched out, but didn't stop her, so he could only watch Hillary walk out of the box:

"No, wait..."

Tales sat back in his seat and rubbed his head in pain.

Damn!

After a few seconds, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, and called Mallos.

"Thor, do you remember the five moves from the main hall to the Jackal Tower in Star Lake Fort?"

From the main hall to the Jackal Tower...

Marios glanced in the direction where Hille was leaving:

"Yes?"

"Do you remember the fifth move?"

Marios froze slightly.

"You mean, go through the window and go to the roof?"

Tales smiled and said carefully:

"Now ~IndoMTL.com~ I might, might, probably, or, um, need that tiny little...safety rope?"

"Safety rope?"

Marios understood something, and his expression instantly turned cold.

Tales looked at him with guilt and embarrassment, rubbing his hands subconsciously, only to feel that the captain of the personal guard in front of him was like a black cloud, "That, you, do you have it?"

Marios turned his head again, looked in the direction where Xi Lai was leaving, and then looked at Thales.

"If I had a choice, Your Highness," the watchman said blankly, "I would say no."

Tales smiled cautiously, with an extremely ugly smile:

"Then you, hey, hey, do you have a choice?"

Marios looked at him coldly, just like in Star Lake Castle, looking at the stupid dog who always ran to chase the birds and cats and still enjoy it:

"No."

My dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^