Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 47: The intersection of fate

After Thales did everything possible to shirk the glass of rye, he was relieved under the extremely regretful gaze of the old Caslan.

They rested for a quarter of an hour, and Viscount Cambeda turned his head and nodded to the burning knight Tuleha.

"Be prepared!" Tuleha ordered to his soldiers: "We are ready to go! We must be at the Weiland collar by tomorrow night!"

Hearing the commander's words, Exeter's officers and soldiers got up, leaving the wine money, and walked outside the tavern.

The people of the stars looked at Thales.

Thyls glanced at Putila, shrugged, and jumped off the bar.

But just when he waved to the old man Kaslan, ready to leave.

"Boy, wait!"

Caslan left the bar and walked to Thales.

Tyles realized that this old man, Kaslan was extremely tall, almost seven feet tall, and he had to raise his neck to an angle that couldn't be higher before he could barely look up at him.

Fortunately, Kaslan squatted down in front of him.

"You are going to apologize in front of King Nunn, don't you?" Old Kaslan slowly said: "And I also heard that it is to repay Prince Moral for his misfortune in the stars."

"Yes," Thales exhaled: "See if King Nunn will be interested in my head."

Caslan's eyes moved slightly when he watched him.

"When I was your age," the old man sighed, "I would only chase the sparrow behind my brother's ass."

Thyls smiled slightly.

But before Thales could speak, Caslan said to himself: "Damn, messy aristocratic political conspiracy, they never soften, do they?"

"It doesn't matter if you are seven or seventeen... God knows how Prince Moral died. It's a pity, that's a good boy."

"This..." Thales showed a surprised look: "Thank you for your understanding...Mr. Caslan..."

"Listen," Kaslan said lightly:

"I used to serve under Nunn, and to some extent, I am familiar with him."

This tavernkeeper knows King Nunn?

Thyls was startled slightly, he turned to look at Cambida not far away.

Why did they bring themselves here? Is it really for a break?

Caslan sighed softly: "He was a good king when he was young, a standard Walton big guy."

"I still remember the scene where Nunn Walton was standing at the thirty-eight watchpoint, swinging his chain hammer at the attacking orcs."

"He was bold and generous, tolerant and fair, and he could personally stand in front of the orc's axe for an unknown soldier--every soldier thought he was proud to die."

"Oh?" Thales' eyes lit up: "This is great, it seems, at least he won't be a king who ordered my head to be cut off at every turn."

"But people change."

Old Kaslan exhaled, and his eyes became blurred and erratic: "Nun is also a human, he will be old, and he will be confused by slander and eroticism, and a day controlled by impulse."

"Although he sheds the blood of Neckar Ax, he is not a perfect dragon or hero after all."

"Especially...he is a father who lost his son."

Thyls couldn't help being taken aback.

Caslan lowered his head and stared at Thales: "Be careful, the second prince of the stars."

"Exter used the dragon as its banner, but for six hundred years, we only worshiped the power of the dragon, learned the pride of the dragon, and left the wisdom and wiseness of the dragon behind."

"Although we claim to be children of the North Wind and the Dragon, the imperial shackles we carry on our bodies are not less than the stars."

"What do you mean?" Thales' eyes widened: "You mean: Exeter's domestic situation may be worse than imagined?"

"Child, take care." Kaslan just shook his head and lightly put his shoulders on his shoulders: "Since you gave the money but didn't drink, then this is my advice to you."

Thyls had no choice but to spread his hands: "Thank you for your advice..."

Unfortunately, it's useless.

Who should come or will come.

In any case, he has to face Nunn VII.

"Right," Kaslan hesitated for a while, suddenly exhaled, and smiled: "If you encounter a crisis in Exeter that can't be turned... even King Nunn can't save you. ……"

King Nunn can't save me?

Thyls was suspicious: What does this mean?

"There is a butcher shop on the westward drive of Longxiao City. The sign is a dagger," Kaslan snorted, and whispered under Thales's frowning expression: "The boss is named Gu. People from the Far East owed me a favor back then. He was a brave guy who often dared to do something against the law."

"If you want to ask him for help-just say ‘six and a half dollars’."

Under Thales' surprised eyes, the old man Kaslan slapped again and slapped him on the shoulder!

The second prince is another stagger.

In Thales's grinning eyes, the old man in front of him slowly stood up and laughed boldly:

"Come back next time, remember to drink my rye!"

"That is the symbol of a man!"

Before Putila showed murderous eyes, Thales left with an awkward smile somehow.

Cambeda frowned and watched Thales and the stars go away.

Then he walked slowly to the bar and turned to the old man Caslan.

"You see it, the next king of the stars," Cambida's eyes shone coldly: "You see how different he is, and his maturity has changed-what were we doing when we were seven? What was King Eun doing when he was seven years old?"

"Well," the old man Kaslan stared at the door of the tavern and slowly said: "This kid's eyes are indeed different from those of others."

In the eyes of the child, he could not see awe or tension, only full of interest and curiosity.

There is also a mystery of confidence and determination, which seems to have never wavered.

This is not the look that a child who is thousands of miles away from home should have.

"This is the next opponent we Exeter will face...I am almost certain that when he grows up, he will definitely become Exter's arch enemy." Cambida lifted her mouth and knocked. Knock on the bar: "Unfortunately, the Grand Duke can't directly attack him."

"When we people from the Northland, when did we become a fool that even a seven-year-old child has to calculate and fear?" Kaslan said in a disdainful voice: "Maintaining the country amidst conspiracy and fear...this is precarious What the empire does."

"Of course," the counselor of the Grand Duke of Lombard whispered: "For this, we need a better king, not the old and mediocre corpse, nor the stinky, **** man."

"Huh," Kaslan grabbed two wine glasses and placed them in the back kitchen window: "So Charman Rumba is really a good candidate?"

"I believe you still love Exeter and the kingdom of dragons," Cambeda looked at him fixedly: "Even if Your Majesty Nunn drove you out of the Blade Guard."

"Hey!" The old man seemed to be particularly unconvinced with these words: "Nun didn't drive me away!"

"I left by myself!"

Cambeda didn't speak, just staring at the old man.

Really?

After a few seconds, he slowly said:

"So you still refuse to agree?"

"Ha!" Kaslan shook his head mockingly: "I'm just a tavernkeeper, what can I promise?"

"'The Earthshaking Caslan', as the last leader of the Blade Guard, your fame is still spread among them, and the Thirty-Eight Outpost is still telling your story." Cambida Slowly said: "As long as you have a word..."

"Why, do you want me to use my influence and connections to persuade my old subordinates to stand on Chaman's side?" Kaslan grinned disdainfully.

"I believe you will make the best choice for Exeter," Cambida's expression was indifferent, but her eyes were sharp, and she looked directly at the old man Caslan:

"Kaslan Rumba..."

"After all, you are the uncle of His Royal Highness."

Caslan looked up sharply.

"It is still the most famous commander of the White Blade Guard since Exeter was founded." Cambida said lightly.

"In the coming storm, you are destined to be unable to be alone."

Of course, maybe more than "convincing the old subordinates", maybe more.

Cambidah silently said: After all, the Blade Guard is the king’s personal guard, responsible for Exeter’s personal safety...

"Do you know what this reminds me?" Kaslan interrupted his thoughts.

Cambeda curled up her mouth politely and smiled.

The old man looked at him coldly.

"Quizo Rumba was asked by the empire to persuade his hometown people to cooperate with the empire, pay taxes obediently, and stop resisting."

"If I say no, will that kid Charman also exile me to the reconstruction tower?"

Cambeda frowned.

"Just go back and tell my nephew:" Kaslan said slowly, but firmly said:

"Go to his mother's rumba."

"Well," Cambida sighed and shook his head unsurprisingly: "Then at least you should be able to do a second favor."

Kaslan snorted: "You always care about interests, don't you?"

"This time," Cambida narrowed his eyes: "It's related to that prince."

Caslan put away a few cups again, ignoring Your Excellency.

"In Exeter, someone wants to assassinate that prince-whether it is to frame the grand prince or disturb the situation," Cambida said with a black face: "They even activated the lurking force in our magic gun. The officer spies in here."

"You know I hate these dirty politics," Kaslan raised his head and said unceremoniously: "I don't want to know any..."

"The next thing is related to you," Cambida interrupted him in a deep voice: "The Grand Duke wrote yesterday. We found clues to the officer and spy in the black market, but it was intercepted halfway."

"What does it matter to me?" Caslan said rudely.

"Those who cut off the clues halfway through, use the sword style of the Tower of End, and use an unusual end power!" "And they are not from the Tower of End."

Caslan was taken aback.

"Go on," the old man said solemnly: "What power of ending?"

"I know you will care..." Cambida said sharply: "It's the kind of frantic and out-of-control end power you have mentioned for a long time... I remember you are still working for the Tower of End? "

"Just to pay Shao's favor," Kaslan's eyes showed nostalgia: "After all, how many years have I graduated..."

But he then looked at Cambida seriously: "What else?"

"Our Super Terminator Swordsman, Croaich-remember, he is the daughter of your comrade-in-arms, that strong little girl-was seriously injured in their hands and almost lost his life."

"She is the only one who has escaped."

Kaslan clenched his hands.

"The clues we traced are broken, and the only clues are the strange ending powers..." Cambida said sincerely: "We need your help... even for the Tower of End, not For Rumba."

"The person who is as famous as the'Gray Sword Guard' Shao, the pride of the Tower of End, the pride of the White Blade Guard-'Shake the Earth' Caslan Rumba."

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The Tower of End a few days later, the lounge of the House of Legacy.

"We can be sure that the Sword of Disaster does not have a complete heritage of military swordsmanship in the North," one of the inheritors of the extreme realm, Jedi Taffna, sat on the table and said to his students:" Even if it is outdated, it is after all a set of swordsmanship developed by countless swordsmen and mages... and the House of Inheritance has the most complete security system."

"We can start from here..."

"Well, well...you continue to look for books here, Jedi."

The tired-looking Cohen Karabyan leaned against the table, knocked on the legs of the table, rubbed his red eyes: "I can't stand it anyway--but I will remember this good time. I talk to the teacher every night. The days when we sneaked into the truth library together..."

Jeddie's face suddenly darkened.

"Are you going to give up?" His teacher said uncomfortably: "The investigation of the sword of disaster?"

"It's not giving up," the blond guard, Cohen said in an irritating way: "But do you know how many books are in the truth library?"

"Then, I only received a letter from a beautiful woman yesterday..." Cohen ignored Jedi's bad face and yawned: "I'm going to pay back my love."

Yala.

Is this her name.

Cohen touched the letter in his arms, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

That cool dual-sword girl.

However, at this moment, a harsh and cold old voice came from behind the master and apprentice.

"Jeddie Taffner."

"Cohen Karabyan."

Jeddy and Cohen both trembled together!

"Pump!" Jedi jumped off the table embarrassedly, and fell to the ground by accident.

"Boom!" Cohen bounced from the ground nervously, only to bump his head against the table.

The two are in a hurry, one is rubbing his knees and his face is distorted, the other is grinning with his scalp.

They stood up with difficulty, tried their best to stand up straight, showing the most obedient and friendly smiles, looking at the old man with gray hair from the Far East with a sword on his waist and a cold face who appeared at some unknown time.

"Ahhh! Shao! When did you come back, they all said you went to the Blade Valley to inspect..." This is the heir to the Tower of End, Jedi Taffner, who raised his hands and smiled. .

"Master Shao! Oh, I am coming back this time to be the first to visit you, and I also brought you special products of the stars..." This is the star kingdom security officer and city defense captain who rubs his hands and looks flattering , Cohen Karabyan.

But the gray-haired old man—Shao ​​ignored their smiles.

"The table in the lounge is not for dancing." Shao stared at Jedi with a pleased expression, and his cold voice made Jedi's smile more embarrassing: "The inheritor must be an example!"

"Of course, of course." Jeddy Taffner nodded humbly and sincerely.

Then, he turned to Cohen, his iron-like serious face frightened him: "Since there are chairs, don't sit on the ground."

"Well, yes, yes." Cohen listened to the teachings seriously.

The two smiled and nodded again and again, how respectful and respectful they were.

Just kidding, this is the owner of the Tower of End——Grey Sword Guard!

His lightest punishment for students is ten hours of one-handed standing!

And the guilt that deserves the lightest punishment—for example: walking with too many steps and poor manners!

Grey Sword Guard stared at them coldly.

Jeddy and Cohen stood straight one by one.

Fortunately, Shao finally snorted and said nothing.

The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Until Shao said the next sentence.

"I heard," Shao said slowly: "You have sneaked into the truth library-many times?"

Jeddy and Cohen were petrified in place at the same time.

"This...listen to my explanation," Jeddie smiled awkwardly: "That...you happened to be away, Cohen found some clues about the "Sword of Disaster", so..."

"This is for the Tower of End, for the'Surgers'," Cohen moved out the wording he learned in the Security Department, and sternly patted his chest: "We are doing the'Sword of Disaster' and... …"

But Shao's solemn, low voice rose slowly, interrupting them.

"Very good." Gray Sword Guard looked serious: "Cohen Karabyan."

Cohen suddenly raised his head solemnly and stood up straight.

"You go to Exeter right away," Shao said slowly: "An old friend named Kaslan needs help."

"Huh? Caslan?" This is Jedi. He looked at Shao in surprise: "You mean the drunk man Northland who uses the sword as an axe?"

Shao turned to him, his cold eyes forced Jedi to keep silent.

"But..." Cohen touched his head awkwardly: "I have to go back to Xingchen to help my friend..."

"Kroaishi, remember, your same period," Shao Shen said: "She was injured by the sword of disaster...this life is likely to be unable to use the sword again."

Cohen raised his head, his expression stunned.

Crow Ash...

In his eyes, there was a round-inch northern girl who was holding a sword and gritted her teeth under the scorching sun.

And her white teeth.

"Okay," the police officer turned around without hesitation, and said firmly to the two inheritors: "I'm going to prepare now...How serious is the situation? Do I need to bring the family private soldiers? ?"

"Bring the private soldiers of the star nobles into the territory of Exeter," Jeddie said in a deep voice: "Have you gotten your head?"

Cohen nodded suddenly.

"You won't be the only person," Shao Shen said: "There is another person who will meet you on the road... She just joined the Surgeon recently."

Cohen was taken aback for a moment.

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Broken Dragon Fortress.

"Be careful on the road. Although Rumba has withdrawn and the war has not started, it is Exter after all." The flower of the fortress, Sonia Sutherley looked at Miranda Allende, who was ready to go, chuckled. Said: "Although I really want to suggest that you take the private soldiers of the Arund family..."

"This is the border between the two countries," Miranda whispered: "It is impossible to cross over with troops."

Not to mention...

Arund...

Miranda squeezed the white eagle emblem on her cuff.

Fortress Flower looked at the appearance of his subordinates and sighed: "It's okay to go out and hide, after all, your uncles and brothers from the Aaron family are really annoying..."

Miranda bit her lip and said nothing.

"This is not for avoidance." She said lightly.

"Good, good," Sonya held her subordinates' shoulders helplessly: "This is for friends, right..."

Miranda patted the white hilt around her waist lightly and nodded.

Crow Ash.

The girl who never gives up.

"We are studying under the same teacher," the daughter of Duke Allende said coldly: "When she is in trouble, I must be by her side."

There is not much left in the world~IndoMTL.com~We must cherish it.

Miranda remembered the brisk and bright white figure in his memory, and his always joyful tone.

The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted.

She turned and stepped onto the stirrups.

"Relax, sir, I am not a helpless little cat."

"Also, I'm not fighting alone," Miranda Allende rode on the horse and nodded to Sonya: "An old friend will come with me."

"The matter is resolved, I will come back."

She flicked the rein of the horse and galloped out of the gate of the fortress.

Sonia looked at the back of Miranda who was going away, looked at the white eagle logo looming behind her, and sighed.

Isn't it really for avoiding?