Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 45: Caslan’s Tavern

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"The undulating land you see is the hills of sighs, distributed on the western edge of the mountains of sighs. Look, the peaks in the distance are covered with snow, and the mountains that go straight into the clouds are the mountains of sighs. Pingshu" rides on Putila of Ma pointed to the towering mountains in the distance, explaining the geography of the Northland for Thales.

Tyles raised his head, widened his vision, and exhaled a breath of heat in the freezing environment.

"The Mountain of Sigh was the highest mountain range in the land of the ancient empire. It is connected to the Quegur Glacier to the north, and longitudinally separates the northern provinces of the empire from the northern provinces and the eastern provinces, and gradually extends to the north of the green heart province. The side is also the current Star East China Sea Territory, that is, the fief of the Duke of Cullen. Sighing about the dangers of the mountains and the difficulty of climbing make travellers hesitate. Only bowing his head and sighing is the name." Putila put down his pipe. , Also bowed his head and sighed slightly, as if responding to his own words.

"When the ancient empire was still alive, this was a famous place of exile and chaos. After the collapse of the empire, the turmoil was even worse, until a branch of the elves settled in the mountains, rooted here for nearly three hundred years, among the mountains. Come and go freely, it became a kingdom in its heyday... After the end of the war, the northwest side of the Sighs Mountain Range returned to the west, and the southeast Sighs Mountain Range was within the territory of the Humble Dynasty in the East."

Sigh the elves in the mountains? Wait, it seems like it was mentioned in the book "The End of the War: The Fall of the Earth"?

Speaking of "elves," Thales couldn't help but glanced at Edda behind him.

"What's the matter?" Edda noticed Thales's eyes, and spread his hands out angrily: "I don't know how many generations of relatives are my relatives, and I don't do well in history!"

Thyls shook his head and turned back to listen to Putila's explanation.

Can't count on this elf who can't even remember his name.

Even in extreme conditions.

"...The rugged Northwestern Sigh Mountain Range stretches across the eastern part of Exeter and the stars. The reconstructed tower of the Grand Duke of Trudida and the lonely old tower of the Forex family of the Star Kingdom are located on the two peaks. Gu Xiangwang, both sides are very jealous of each other, but they are both easy to defend and hard to attack."

"The mountains extend to the north and south, and are the fiefs of the Archduke of Exeter Elk City and the Guardian Duke of the Star Cliff Land. But it is also due to the sigh of the mountains and the temperature in the north that the Egyptian Both Kest Elk City and Star Cliff Territory are facing the territorial end of the sea, but there are few ports, and the few ports are located on the edge of the sea cliff..."

Putila took a pipe and looked at the mountains in the distance, revealing a fascinating color.

"With the First and Second Continental Wars, across the End Sea, all coalition forces coming from the Eastland landed from either the East Sea Territory or the South Coast Territory of the Stars. It’s really because no matter the Stars’ Cliff Territory or Axe The ports on the east coast of the Kingdom are all sitting on natural sea cliffs endowed by the mountains of Sigh, which are steep and easy to defend and difficult to attack...Until the Third Continental War, the East China Army pretended to attack the East China Sea port of the stars, but unexpectedly attacked Aix. On the special coastline, a small number of troops attacked the sea cliff, which was effective, and finally broke the Elk City and went straight to the heart of Exter..."

The Continental War?

There was another question in Thales.

"The war started with the contradiction between the two continents-such as the end of the whales in the sea. After the end of the war, we found that the eternal oil in their bodies is the best fuel, even more charcoal," Putila said He answers questions:

"Fishing qualifications, shares, areas, and periods of suspension of fishing have always been the focus of disputes between countries across the strait...These were the main issues in the Four Continental Wars. Of course, after the Third Continental War, the political situation on both sides of the strait has changed. Too many, we had a complete feud with Exeter, and Suye was caught in the Eastland Hegemony with Humbull. Finally, under the new policy of the virtuous King Mindis III, we were in alliance with Suye and Exeter was close to Humbler... …"

"This turned the Fourth Continental War, which began in 468 years at the end of the calendar, into a veritable world war. The flames of war are no longer limited to entangled forces on one side and attacking the other side across the sea, but spread to every corner of the world. "

Thyls thought of the smiling young king of the Three Kings of the Stars in the Mindis Hall, his head engraved on the silver coin, and the burn scar on his chest, and then he thought of Corleone’s pair of blood sisters and the so-called The "Star Alliance".

Tyles shook his head and drove these out of his head.

"Do you disapprove of Mindis's foreign policy?" the traveler asked kindly.

"Not so," Putila shook his head: "Alliance with Suye is the general trend-the ancient saying of the Far East also says, make friends far away and attack nearby enemies."

"Although the Fourth Continental War was large in scale and costly," Putila meditated and said slowly: "But in my opinion, the new political situation has also strengthened the connection and ties between the two continents. The conditions for the outbreak of a world war have all been eliminated in increasingly complex linkage situations, such as the West Continental conflict between us and Exeter—from the Fourth Continental War to the present, we have not had a transcontinental war for two centuries, and enjoy more than Two hundred years of peace...In almost every century before, we had a continental war after two continental conflicts had accumulated to the extreme."

Tyles frowned--he always felt that with such a national productivity and political system, the so-called Continental War was a bit weird.

Cross-sea expedition to the mainland...How much mobilization and logistical supplies are needed? Can the price paid by the nations really be compensated by that little Eternal Oil?

They projected their gazes from soldiers on both sides of the road, and a village appeared before them.

Tyles raised his eyes. He found that the trees outside the village were tied with ropes. Many of them were tied with food, such as dried meat, bread, etc., and even deer, fox, snow rabbit and other prey .

Is this a custom in the Northland?

"My soldiers have confirmed the safety of this village." At this time, the vassal of the Grand Duke of Lombard, Viscount Kanda, followed from behind. He passed the crowd, rode into the village, dismounted, and handed the reins. To a soldier, "We will disband some of the enlisted soldiers in our hometown nearby. You can relax and have lunch in a tavern inside."

Tyles kicked off his mount with Rolfe's help, took a long sigh of relief for being able to get rid of the horse temporarily, then raised his head with interest, observing the village by the Lyman Pass.

This was supposed to be a quiet little village with no walls, but at this time it was full of sturdy, heavily armed men. Although most of the escorting troops were stationed around the village to rest, Thales saw that under the eaves of the bungalows built of brick, wood, earth and stone, there were still bustling Northland soldiers going back and forth.

But what’s special is that these soldiers didn’t seem to disturb the cleanliness of the village. They mingle with the men and women dressed in burlap, especially the village square. At this moment, the soldiers and villagers were already full, and the wine glasses went back and forth. The laughter shook the sky.

"I'm going to do you this time, Cronton!" There were two people sitting next to a large wooden table that seemed to usually sell merchandise. A man like a villager vigorously smashed the table full of wine glasses, watching At the opposite side, an unwilling soldier shouted: "I can drink ten glasses in one minute!"

"Our horse knows if you are bragging," the soldier dropped his axe, took off his breastplate, and slammed the table without annoyance. "The winner can get Arosa's wreath!"

The bystanders in a circle booed enthusiastically, and one of the young girls carrying a basket of flowers laughed.

"What bullshit!" She put down the flower basket, raised her skirt boldly, sat down, and joined the round table wine bureau: "Only those who have drunk me can get my wreath!"

Thyls couldn't help but chuckle. At that moment, he even a little forgotten that it was this group of Exeter soldiers who died against his guards on the battlefield and killed each other.

Different from the well-regulated and classy society that Thales encountered in Wing Star City, the rhythm of this rural village in Exter is wild and brisk, and the atmosphere is warm and relaxed. The villagers are basically A tall and sturdy Northlander with a rough appearance and a hearty smile.

"Hey, Tulha, how long are we going to stay here?" A bearded soldier with the appearance of a tier of officers carrying a warhammer in one hand and a wooden wine glass in the other, shouted at them, "Please, please tell me Overnight!"

"Starting in the afternoon," Tulha replied loudly and dissatisfiedly: "Before that, tighten your pants tightly, Iron Head Cuoke!"

"It's a pity," the bearded officer took a sip of wine with a disappointed look, and the drink was left along his beard, muttering: "I remember there was a beautiful cook in the Hero Tavern..."

Thyls didn't care about the pointers of the soldiers and villagers on the roadside, and there was no lack of contempt and malicious eyes. He followed Kanda and Tuleha all the way, followed by the people of the mission.

"The way you confirm the safety is to let the soldiers enter the village and drink with the villagers?" Looking at the Northland soldiers who walked by, leaning on their shoulders with the villagers and laughing, the prince's young attendant, Wya Casso pressed the sword on his waist warily, and did not approve of it: "If I were an assassin, I would be among these villagers."

"Don't be too nervous, this is not a star, it is Exter!" Viscount Kanda laughed loudly: "Almost all retired soldiers in this village, they can trust... fact, out of honor and dignity, Among them, the prince as a guest will only be safer."

Wyah shrugged and curled his lips to express his suspicion.

"Don't worry," Thales nodded to his attendant: "The soldiers are scattered and infiltrated into the village. They are assassins, and you have to consider the possibility and cost of assassination."

"This is Aikou Village, isn't it?" Putila looked around with nostalgia: "I remember there is a tavern here, and the owner is very famous..."

"Hero's Tavern, a tavern opened by a retired veteran thirty years ago," Tulleha said indifferently: "The rye inside is famous."

I looked around at Thales, and followed Kanda and Tulha to a larger stone house. A huge wine glass sign was hung on the door of the stone house. The burning knight opened the two doors and walked into the heroic tavern full of voices.

Tyles followed into the warm stone house, leaving the cold behind him, watching the tavern full of guests quieted down instantly, many people looked at them, and Thales recognized that many of the guests were north Local soldiers, apparently just arrived here not long ago.

But a few seconds later, the welcoming atmosphere was restored again, as if only a few ordinary people came in.

"You didn't empty the tavern," Huaiya frowned and said, "His Royal Highness..."

A rough and old voice exploded:

"Boy, this is my tavern," a sturdy old man with silver hair and a frowning face said with a disdainful expression on his elbows against the wooden bar:

"Whether it is a king, a sacrifice, a foreigner, even a god, no one can drive away my guests here!"

Wiya frowned.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked down at Thales with a weird look: "You have a lot of people... I only entertain guests who pay for wine."

Thyls smiled at him.

The traveler can't help but notice that although the vicissitudes of life in front of him is a bit old, at least 60 years old, his arm muscles are still developed, his waist is thick and straight, and his eyes are direct and fierce.

"Kaslan! Don't worry about the number of people and the money!" Kandahaha smiled, and sat at the bar unceremoniously, and took out a purse, "We have small golden discs with the head of Neckar... …By the way, Duke Heisha asked me to say hello to you!"

Tyles' eyes moved: A retired veteran, an ordinary tavernkeeper, can let Duke Black Sand interrogate himself?

But Kanda obviously didn't get the response he deserved.

"Six Exter coppers per glass of rye, and the noble price is sixty," the owner of the tavern, the old man Caslan glanced at the purse with a cold expression, and then pushed it back. A cold snort: "Also, I don't accept gold coins."

"Especially the gold coin from that kiss-killing rumba."

Kanda's face suddenly stiffened.

Thyls was also shocked: Karma killing?

Kanda spread out his hands towards Tuleha behind him, showing a helpless expression.

"It was a duel of inheritance following the ancient rituals," Tuleha walked forward, and quietly took out a bag full of Exeter copper and silver coins, and said lightly: "Duke, he defeated his own Elder brother, nothing more... casualties are just accidents."

"Let's quibble as he chooses. To kill a family is to kill a family!" The old man Kaslan took the purse disdainfully, "As for the so-called ancient duel...that was used by the empires to kill us. Stuff."

The Grand Duke Heisha killed his brother and seized the right of inheritance. What seemed to be a duel ceremony of the ancient empire?

Thyls quietly took this information into his heart.

Also... Thales looked at the rough old man in front of him: The identity of the tavern owner is not simple, and he does not seem to be in the same position with Rumba.

Maybe some intelligence can be gathered from here?

"So it's one, two, three... six, seven, eight..." Kaslan weighed his pocketbook and counted the number of people in front of him.

"Wait!" Thales gave an idea and said in a timely manner: "Duke Black Sand belongs to them, but we pay for the money ourselves...We have, uh, about a dozen people..."

Caslan's eyes rolled and he noticed Thales, who could not even reach the bar.

Kanda frowned and looked at Thales thoughtfully.

Thyls nodded to Putila, who raised his brow, then went forward and grabbed a few silver coins.

"Ah, I recognize this head... King of Oaths, is Midil?" Kaslan took the silver coin, carefully examined the pattern of the face, and then raised his head, he smiled, showing his yellow teeth: "You are from the Empire?"

"No," Thales smiled and shook his head: "We are from the stars."

The face of Wya next to him changed, and Putila was thoughtful.

"I see, kid, you are the prince of the stars... to apologize." Caslan stared at him: "It's really a long journey."

Thyls shrugged.

"Okay," Kaslan snorted: "It makes no sense to have trouble with money."

"Hello!" Kanda protested: "Aren't the gold coins of Grand Duke Lombard money?"

"Hey, Bryin!" The owner of the heroic tavern ignored the Lord Viscount. He let go of his voice and knocked on the wooden window behind him: "Twenty glasses of ale... ordinary!"

Behind the bar, a tall, black-haired man in his thirties walked out, with a burn scar on his left cheek, and gave a cold snort.

I saw the tavern guy raising a thin wooden stick with an uncomfortable expression, turning to the cabinet behind, shaking his arm, skillfully stringing the ears of a dozen wooden wine glasses, and pulling them up like a skewers. .

His arm shook again, and dozens of glasses smashed the bar. Bryin dexterously drew out the wooden stick, then carried a large wooden wine barrel, and began to pour the wine into the rows of wine glasses. While pouring, while watching the crowd with a bad expression, he gave Thales a fierce look.

"This is not something that can be done with arm strength," Wiya looked at the man's movements, his expression moved, and said in a low voice: "I bet he is a master of swords."

"Don't be surprised," Kaslan laughed: "The guys in my place are all old soldiers..."

"Of course, the Hero Tavern," Tulha said flatly: "The distribution center for retired soldiers in the North."

Tyles found out sadly that he couldn't even reach the chairs on the bar counter, and it was too embarrassing to speak directly under the eyes of everyone.

At this time, it is extremely important to have a guard who can sign language.

Rolfe hugged Thales in the high chair on the bar counter (the attendant Wiya, who found himself unemployed again, frowned again), Kanda and Putile sat down on his left and right, Xing Chen and Eck Sister's people were divided into two distinct groups. They sat down at two round tables, and the soldiers stared at each other intently.

"My God," Willow looked at the noisy Northland drinkers around him, and said with a cheerful expression: "I have never been to a place so far to drink."

"Hold your double guns," veteran Jenard frowned, "Maybe they will come."

"Mr. Kaslan," Thales curled his mouth, using his memory to talk to others: "When did you open the Hero Tavern? Why is it called this name?"

"Thirty years," Kaslan watched lazily as Brein filled the glass, and then put three of them on the bar, and asked Brein to take the tray out by himself: "Retired from injury. Then I went home and opened a tavern... As for why it is called the Hero Tavern, hey, my wife’s boring name."

"That's right," Thales touched the wooden wine glass half his head, and sensibly decided not to touch it: "When I entered the village, I found that the trees at the door were all tied to various kinds of food. What's the matter?"

"The extreme cold is coming," Kaslan yawned, holding a few plates of brown bread that looked less appetizing: "That's a gift from the mountains."

Tulha and Kanda are accustomed to grabbing brown bread and nibbling the ale into their mouths. The latter also looked at the playful expression and looked at Huaiya who was sad and unable to speak.

"It's better to eat more," Kanda said flatly: "We have to hurry in the afternoon...We will camp in the evening."

The pampered star man...Kandaxin chuckled: This is the signature of the Hero Tavern, the ordinary coarse grain of the villagers in the North.

Wiya frowned and looked at the brown bread in front of her.

Putila sighed and grabbed the bread--it seems this is the food for lunch today.

It was probably Kanda's deliberate action, to test the prince's attitude, or to avenge his indifference.

But then, everyone was surprised to see that the noble Second Prince of Stars, His Royal Highness Thales Canxing, grabbed a piece of thick and hard brown bread with both hands...

Then took a bite indifferently.

The expression doesn’t seem to eat brown bread that is hard to swallow, but

"A gift from the mountains?" Thales chewed the hard bread in his mouth, and asked in a vague manner: "The extreme cold?"

Well, it tastes pretty good, you just need to grind it and bite it...Unlike the brown bread in the Brotherhood, it's even grilled on fire when it's bad.

Caslan's expression moved, and the look in Thales became more and more interesting.

"The extreme cold is a unique weather in the Northland. At that time, the Northland will usher in the coldest time of the year. The duration of sunshine is drastically shortened. People who go out must wear extremely thick leather jackets and bring enough fire. You can’t go too far away from the source for supply, and the daily outdoor activities will be compressed to less than three hours.” Putila looked at Thales, who was eating with eccentricity.

Because I traveled all year round, I developed a pair of hard teeth and a good appetite... But His Royal Highness...

Huiya took a bite of bread with a bitter expression, and only felt like vomiting, but when he looked at Rolf next to him, his appetite and fighting spirit were rekindled.

"The extreme cold weather, ranging from a few weeks to a month as long as one month," Putila continued: "As for the gift of the mountains..."

"That's a gift to the gods," the tavernkeeper, old man Kaslan chuckled, and took the conversation: "Put the first prey hunted today, the first food touched, and hang the treetops. Owned by the gods... Only travellers who have to go out in the extreme cold can use it for the grace of the gods."

"God..." Thales swallowed the bread: "Which **** is it, sunset, bright moon, Mingye?"

His memory, the more famous gods in Yongxing City and their own temple, seem to be these three.

But Kaslan chuckled: "No, what we commemorate is the gods from the Northland and even the world, the generous gods who look after the earth and the mountains and protect the wild travelers,"

"People call it..."

"The Lord of the Mountains."

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Star Kingdom, West Ring District, Yongxing City, at the entrance of West City Security Hall.

"Sorry, Captain Cohen Karajan took a one-month holiday," the secretary of the Westside Security Department, Miss Jora looked at the young short-haired girl with a cold face: "I mean, at least one month. ."

I am tall.

I have long legs.

My **** is tilted.

Miss Jorah thought wryly.

Fortunately, she has big breasts.

Immediately, Miss Jola straightened her proud figure, stroking her long red hair, and proudly said: "If you are looking for him, you can leave a message... I see him often, and I can tell you Give it to him."

Moreover.

I am not as feminine as I am.

Looks like a boy.

Miss Qiaora looked at the brown-haired woman in front of her, only to see that the other party frowned slowly and said: "Is he, he's not here..."

Well, speaking is also rough...not a woman at all.

Miss Jora thought so, and suddenly felt a lot better.

Well, that's the drake voice... She would never admit that it was "heroic".

The woman with short brown hair was silent for a while and looked at Miss Jola quietly.

Miss Jora felt a little embarrassed.

The brown-haired girl immediately lowered her head, looked at the coat of arms symbolized by the twin towers and long swords in her right hand, and smiled at the corners of her mouth.

"Well then, please leave him a message," the brown-haired girl looked at Miss Jola's expression and laughed playfully: "Say..."

Under the impatient eyes of Miss Secretary, the brown-haired girl licked her lips.

"On the day of Red Square Street, the woman lying in his arms missed him."

Miss Jola's face changed, as if struck by lightning.

Red Square Street...

Lying...

In his arms...

Woman...

Miss him...

Miss Jora opened her eyes in disbelief, frowned, and looked at the woman in front of her uncertainly.

How come.

This woman?

With the handsome Captain Cohen...

Actually...

Yala Surryton chuckled.

"Hahaha..."

"Well, I was kidding." Under the murderous eyes of Miss Secretary, the descendant of the Assassin's Flower smiled and waved his hands while stroking his abdomen: "I've only met the police officer with that blond blue... One side."

It saved his life by the way.

"You like him, you love him secretly, you love him so much, you want to have children for him or something," Yala shook her head under the eyes of the secretary becoming weird again: "I don't care...I It’s not your competitor or rival, but just asking him for help."

"Don't worry... he is not the type I like." The former bartender smiled brightly.

Miss Secretary blushed rarely.

She looked at Yala's sincere eyes, feeling a little at a loss and speechless for a while.

The silence lasted ten seconds.

Miss Jora finally exhaled.

"Okay," Miss Jora turned her head in embarrassment, her blush has not disappeared, she said helplessly: "Fact, Captain Cohen... he is back to the Tower of End, and we can use the letter crow to contact us. When you get to him, you can write him a letter and..."

Yala smiled.

"Okay, I will write to him," the young ex-bartender nodded, thinking about something: "Thank you, Miss Jola."

"Fact, if it's not too troublesome," the secretary said with a little embarrassment: "Maybe I can help you too. After all, you are Cohen's friend..."

"...Although I, I'm just a secretary to the minister, I still know a lot of people...such as my brother, who is serving in the royal family, he can meet a lot of big people..."

So you don't have to go to Captain Cohen.

Miss Jora made a fist silently in her heart: Do you think it's over to say that you don't like him?

What are you kidding?

Don't underestimate the obsession of women, whether it's yours or your rivals!

Yala looked at Qiao La in surprise, then smiled.

"You can't help me," Yala shook her head helplessly: "You are still too..."

Yala stopped talking suddenly, she remembered something.

Miss Jora looked expectantly.

"Maybe you can really help me," she said slowly: "Jorah, you are the secretary of the Security Department. Whether it is a case, a wanted, or intelligence, you can see it. Can help me pay attention Information?"

Miss Jora smiled~IndoMTL.com~ She nodded: "Of course, if it's not confidential...what do you want to know?"

Yala exhaled and said in a low voice: "I want to check where the stars have gone abroad and where a large number of arms smuggling cases occurred in recent years...especially those related to the Black Street Brotherhood... There is a guy. It's Rhoda..."

Miss Jora took out paper and pen.

"Also," Yala hesitated, and finally said: "I'm still looking for three children... The characteristics are obvious. They are likely to be abducted by the Brotherhood, but they are not in Everstar City... "

Miss Jora raised her head strangely.

"A ten-year-old boy named Xinti, he is generally older."

"A little girl with round scars on her face is called Coria, about four or five years old."

"A seven or eight-year-old boy named Ryan has no right hand."

"These?" Miss Qiaora nodded, "I will go back and look at the recent case notice on combating human trafficking..."

"Wait," Yala raised her head and said sternly: "What I am looking for, there is a little boy."

"He disappeared near Red Square Street, and he probably fell into the hands of the Blood Bottle Gang."

"Black hair, gray eyes, seven or eight years old."

"He is a..." Yala's eyes darkened:

"Unlike normal children...children."

Miss Jora raised her head in surprise.

"He is a bit too smart and too mature." Yala continued to explain, lowering her eyebrows.

"Really, a precocious kid," the secretary shrugged, lowered her head and continued to take notes:

"My brother said that he has seen two similar children-a man and a woman."

"Well, anyway, I will help you pay attention."

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