Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 3: The Scarlet Stars (Part 1)

　　Intrigues and tricks, sin and ugliness, many were born in secret rooms in the dark.

　　 But conspiracy can also be created in broad daylight.

　　 such as now.

　　 As winter is approaching, at noon on November 16, in a wide horse farm, an elderly noble with a wide body and fat, dressed in a thick mink shawl, bowed his head and frowned under the umbrella.

　　 While watching the training of several trainers in the field, he tremblingly listened to the words of the other nobleman on his left.

　　 After a long while, he sighed leisurely, looked at a disobedient horse in the distance, and folded his mouth.

　　"What kind of royal treasure is missing that deserves our respectable Majesty to block the Mindith Hall indefinitely? What a pity, I also plan to go to Mindith Hall next week to visit Master Colvin’s legacy."

　　 The nobleman next to him is relatively young and slender, and looks at ease. Naturally and easily, he grabbed the agarwood pipe in his hand and took a deep breath.

　　 "Also, Gilbert rushed to Mindith Hall overnight to report to His Majesty about the gang war in the Lower City." He said happily while breathing out smoke rings.

　　 "Really? Your Majesty Iron-Fisted King, when did you care about the life and death of the untouchables in the lower city? If your Majesty had half the love and kindness of the former King Eddie to his people--" The obese old noble was heartbroken. Touched his thigh-the untamable horse slammed its front hoof.

　　"—then why should we meet at the horse training farm?"

　　 "The kingly party must be planning something, I'm sure it will never be a trivial matter-maybe it's an action that can turn things around in one fell swoop." The young nobleman who smoked his pipe looked bright.

　　 "Mindith Hall is really a good place. I lost the royal treasure-I hope it's not the paintings of Master Colvin-I think there must be an increase in alertness." The elderly noble suddenly came out with no beginning and end. if.

　　 But the young noble nodded intentionally: "And I have news. Gilbert was ordered to find out the truth about the theft. Recently, he will frequently survey the Mindith Hall-there is that man, even the white eagle. I can't start either."

　　"We can test, but we can't go too far-we have to use other methods to disrupt their positions."

　　The young nobleman inhales another mouthful of the top Fissola tobacco, which produces only 600 pounds a year, feels it for a while, and then exhales a perfect smoke ring.

　　"The Exeter envoy will arrive in the country next month." At this time, the old nobleman's face showed sincere concern, "Alas, the peace between the stars and Exter won't come easily."

　　 "Yes," compared to his predecessors, the young nobleman couldn't hold his breath after all, and his sharpness and spirit were all manifested in him: "If the diplomatic mission has an accident in the country, facing the domestic and foreign Pressure, presumably our majesty will also be very passive."

　　 "If your majesty does not handle it properly," the old nobleman looked at the horse in the distance and got up, heaved a sigh of relief, drank a sip of tea, and said helplessly, "Ah, indeed, our country with hereditary throne is backward. ."

　　 Both were silent for a while.

　　The elderly nobleman moved his body and asked casually: "What's going on in the Western Ring District?"

　　"Don't ask me, old man, you know I hate magicians the most."

　　 "Well, then talk about the Black Street Brotherhood?"

　　 “The guys still don’t let go,” the young noble’s expression suddenly became unhappy, “It’s only been a decade or so, and they have such a big tone. Presumably, their confidence in their backing is better than ours 'You still have enough confidence."

　　 "Don't underestimate young people."

　　The old man grinned helplessly, with shrewd and sharp eyes:

　　 "Children scare people--that's terrible."

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　　 Compared to the quick glimpse of dawn last night, the Mindith Hall that Thales saw in the afternoon was larger, more beautiful, and of course, more empty.

　　 The first floor is the conference living room, the grand banquet hall and the open-air garden. It is equipped with a large-scale back kitchen, basement inventory, and even military storage.

　　Except for the open-air balcony with a panoramic view of the outdoor garden ("For your safety, I do not recommend that you appear on the balcony or outdoors within a month."-Gilbert), it's huge On the second floor there are three large rooms with different functions, the aristocratic banquet hall, conference hall, game room and large and small rooms.

　　 Although the corridors and entrances and exits from the first floor to the second floor are lined with majestic armor guards in accordance with the rule of ten steps and one guard, with faces hidden behind the helmets, everyone is as scary as a sculpture ("Although they are The Terminator Swordsman privately owned by the Canstar family, but I still don't recommend that you stab them in the abdomen, sir."-Gilbert), but from a distance, the Mindith Hall is still cold and empty and scary.

　　 But Thales’ living room and bedroom, including the dining room and the study room for classes, are on the third floor. From the second floor to the third floor, there is only one narrow staircase that can pass through, and eight terminator swordsmen are fully armed and intensively guarded here for 24 hours, shifting every six hours. As for the outside of the window and the ceiling, I heard that there are also guards standing in the open air ("Yordell is here, please don't worry about the threat from outside the window."-Gilbert).

　　Every dish, from broccoli, bread to beef, and fresh water, is taken from the same well-guarded kitchen and underground storage that has been equipped for a long time ("Excuse me, I can’t guarantee their freshness) Degree."-Gilbert), from cooking to delivery, all go through strict detoxification, drug testing and drug testing procedures.

　　 This is really a security measure beyond imagination.

　　 I seem to be more important than I thought.

　　Should it be said that it is the ruling class in power?

　　 I don’t know if Yala’s skill can sneak in? What if it is a magician?

　　 Thales sighed, frowned, bit the last bite of the sweet and greasy butter bread tightly in his mouth, quickly picked up the cup and sipped the black tea.

　　 At least the food is much better.

　　 "If you are satisfied with the afternoon tea," Gilbert used impeccable etiquette to take his teacup from Thales, who was in a hurry, and bowed slightly: "We just It’s time to start the afternoon class."

　　 In fact, Gilbert maintained a constant smile and said in his heart: Maybe we should start with table manners?

　　 "Where is Yodel? Where is he?"

　　"He is a competent guard, and he is always nearby."

　　 Thales resisted the thought of subconsciously looking around.

　　 Knowing that Yordel was nearby, he inexplicably felt more at ease.

　　 So Thales tugged at his uncomfortable bow tie, and under Gilbert's slightly frowned brow, he followed the latter into the study.

　　 "First of all, Thales, I talked to Yodel last night."

　　 Gilbert watched Thales cramming himself into a leather chair, and looked curiously at the decorations around the study, especially the full collection of books on the three-sided bookshelves.

　　 "You are a special child. I can tell from Yordel's judgment and the few hours I have been with you since I met you."

　　 is here.

　　 Taylor still looked curious, but he was wary.

　　 "But as it should be, the heirs of the stars are naturally special." Gilbert backed his hands, and walked slowly to the desk with the nine-pointed star sign.

　　His gray temples looked solemn now.

　　 "I believe that since fate sends you back to the stars, she must make arrangements."

　　 Thales looked at the middle-aged nobleman and said nothing.

　　 "I probably know your past. It must be uncomfortable to be on the street."

　　"But please forget this past."

　　 Gilbert picked up a long-prepared book from the black agarwood desk, turned around and said seriously:

　　"You will have a new identity, a new life, and even a new name, but what really matters is the future you will face and bear."

　　 Gilbert's piercing eyes shot at Thales' gray pupils.

　　 forget the past.

　　 Thales said silently.

　　 He looked at Gilbert's sharp eyes and nodded solemnly.

　　 how is it possible.

　　 Thales said in his heart.

　　 "I understand. So," Thales said slowly, considering his own words:

　　 "The current me, what do I need to know about myself and my past?"

　　 Gilbert's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded slightly in his heart: panic, fear, and helplessness, the emotions that these seven-year-old children should have in the moment did not appear in this child.

　　Some are just calm and cautious, with little excitement.

　　 He is really extraordinary.

　　 is the experience in the Brotherhood? Yordel refused to elaborate, but the assassin admired the child's performance very much, but can the gangs in Xiacheng really have this experience?

　　 Still speaking, since the ancient empire, the line of the stars and kings for nearly three thousand years is really extraordinary?

　　Or, it’s the other half of him...

　　 Thinking of this, Gilbert frowned imperceptibly.

　　 But the competent nobleman bowed slightly.

　　"Tels, dear sir, please allow me to call you that for the time being."

　　 "You are 7 years old this year. On the evening of July 25, 665, you were born in Manor Manor on the outskirts of Everstar City, the King of the Stars." Gilbert said unhurriedly:

　　"Your biological mother was an aristocratic lady who was inconvenient to disclose her name. She died of heavy bleeding during childbirth. Before her death, she or even a star named you Thales."

　　 Thales' brows are slightly curved.

　　"You grew up in the Manor Manor under the secret care of the Canstar family, and another court lady and I will visit you from time to time."

　　"During this period, you have been growing up as the child adopted by Lord Mann when he was hunting outside, without knowing who you are."

　　"Lord Mann died in battle at the western desert border in December last year. Because there was no heir, his property and territory were taken back by the royal family. At the same time, I will bring you back to Mindis Hall in the Twilight Zone."

　　 Thales was silent, listening to the narration.

　　"And next month," Gilbert squeezed the book in his hand, "You will be the illegitimate son of King Kessel V, the orthodox star royal family, the only surviving descendant of the Canstar family, claiming to be born The right that exists is recognized by the royal family, the Temple of Sunset, and the High Council of Stars as—"

　　 The look in Gilbert's eyes was solemn and serious, and there were slight worries and sadness.

　　"——Heir to the Supreme King of the Stars."

　　 After a long time, Thales exhaled slightly.

　　 seems to be more complicated than imagined.

　　 "I see, some parts are still unclear, but I will keep it in mind. I used to be Thales of Manor and the adopted son of Lord Mann." Thales' eyes flashed, Raise your hands.

　　His thinking is rapidly arranging, combining the existing intelligence, from Gilbert's rhetoric, combining elements one by one and turning them into effective intelligence.

　　 Gilbert nodded and sat down on a leather chair opposite Thales.

　　 "The remaining part, I will summarize the details for you to recite familiarity."

　　"This is your task at present, and you only need to know this."

　　 As expected, even though he respects me very much.

　　 But I still feel that there is no need to say too much to a seven-year-old.

　　 Thales' eyes flashed.

　　"Next, I need to understand your relevant foundation——"

　　 Just as Gilbert was thinking about what course he would offer Thales next, whether it was basic etiquette or words and language, the future heir of the stars suddenly spoke and interrupted him.

　　 "So, we have set a unified speech for the outside world," Thales curled up in a leather chair and lifted his chin from his hands, his eyes gleaming: "Then it should be time to tell me the truth. ?"

　　 Gilbert was taken aback.

　　 "For example, the identity of my biological mother, and why her identity is like this-unspeakable."

　　"There is also the difficult situation of the Star Kingdom, especially a series of problems caused by the royal succession."

　　"Plus the dilemma the king is in, and those overtly and secretly, our common enemies and allies?"

　　"The above, maybe you should tell me in detail, so that I will no longer have doubts in the following courses, and I will be able to choose and focus on the knowledge I want to learn. I think this is for the stars and for you The best choice for the king."

　　 The voice fell.

　　The middle-aged nobleman opened his chin slightly, looking back at Thales in surprise.

　　 Did Yodel tell him this?

　　 No, it's impossible.

　　 Thales put his hands together, his expression calm, calmly but firmly awaiting Gilbert's answer.

　　At that moment, Gilbert felt as if he had seen Kassel Eddie Star in his youth.

　　 At that time, the stars in Prince Kessel's eyes were still the same, and the warm light had not yet turned into a biting north wind.

　　 Gilbert just lost his senses for a moment, then he recovered and sighed slightly.

　　 an extraordinary child.

　　 From the next moment on, the middle-aged nobleman began to be truly honest, and answered his little master respectfully and respectfully:

　　 "I understand."

　　 "I will answer for you right away."

　　"In order to save a little time, if you have any questions, you can ask them together."

　　 Thales frowned slightly.

　　 "Very good," he stood up from the comfortable but always unaccustomed leather chair: "Then I will just click."

　　The traverser let go of the extraordinary thinking in his brain, pulls out all the intelligence and information, and summarizes the key points as in the past.

　　"You said that the bloodline lamp was a magical technique performed twelve years ago, but I am obviously only 7 years old. Why did you start looking for bloodline descendants since twelve years ago? I think this is probably It has something to do with my unspeakable biological mother. Who is she? After giving birth to me seven years ago, why did I leave me in the hands of the gang? These questions can be boiled down to'where do I come from'."

　　"Also, Kessel--my father is clearly still in his prime, so what is the reason why there is no heir in the Star Kingdom for twelve years? Why does all the hope of the heir fall on an illegitimate child of unknown origin? My father’s attitude towards me is wrong. If it’s not a personality issue, then I have to ask: What is the relationship between him and my mother? Why is my identity so secret? These questions are probably'Who am I?'" /

　　"Finally, what does my existence mean to the Star Kingdom? What problems will the stars face without heirs? Who are our enemies and who are our allies? Listen to you, the Temple of Sunset is here I have an important role in my affairs. What is their situation? If my identity is recognized, or just appear in the kingdom, what situation will I face? As an illegitimate child, what are my rights? As an heir, what am I going to inherit? These questions, summed up, are'where am I going'."

　　 "Where do I come from, who am I, where do I go."

　　"Mr. Gilbert, please answer these three questions for me."

　　Time seems to stand still at this moment.

　　 Gilbert stared at the boy before him.

　　 For no reason, strangeness and fear appeared in his heart.

　　 The ancestor of the ancients, the ancestor of the stars.

　　 he exclaimed in his heart.

　　 Is this boy your descendant?

　　 What kind of power is in your bloodline!

　　 After a long while, the middle-aged nobleman came out of his mouth.

　　 "Mr. Thales," he exhaled somewhat hard, organizing his own language:

　　 "You really don't look like a seven-year-old child."

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No matter how 　　 is, a child prodigy who understands world affairs is better than a ignorant puppet?

　　 "This has been said by more than one person. If you want to please me, you have to change your creative way of saying it, Mr. Gilbert." In order to ease Gilbert's expression, Thales is rarely humorous. There was a smile on his face.

　　 Gilbert didn't reply, but just glanced at him deeply, his gaze held for a long time.

　　 Just when Thales wondered if time had stopped, the sculptural middle-aged nobleman suddenly spoke and began to answer his doubts.

　　"Dear Mr. Thales, first of all, where are you from."

　　 "Everything started twelve years ago."

　　"In March of 660, although the former king Eddie II was old, he was still in power. His rule was long and stable, and he was called the ‘king of Changzhi’.’

　　 "But suddenly, the entire Star Kingdom, due to an intensifying rebellion, fell into unprecedented turmoil, even involving the entire Western Continent."

　　"War, catastrophe, famine, this was the theme of that year."

　　 "Many people refer to that year as the "year of blood"."

　　"In such chaos and blood, King Eddie was killed, and the entire Canstar royal family was almost slaughtered."

　　 "Of all the members of the orthodox royal family, only his fifth son, the 35-year-old Prince Kessel Cansing, survived and was crowned king."

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