Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 55: Clue

"It's coming soon." In the back kitchen of the Hero Tavern, Kaslan sighed and looked at the man and woman in front of him: "So you are the best seeds in the tower in recent years. Helper?"

Cohen Karabyyan has already taken off his guard uniform and put on a warm Northland thick leather robe, but the blond hair is still dazzling.

Miranda Allende is walking on snow boots, wearing a dull half-length armor, shoulder-length black hair tied into a ponytail and flinging behind her head, she can't tell that she is a lady of the Allende family. .

After experiencing the rigorous training and trials of the End Tower, they all know how to better disguise and hide themselves... Wilderness survival is always a required course for the End Swordsman and End Knight.

But their disguise seems to have failed in front of the old man in the tavern.

"I don't understand," the white-haired old man Kaslan frowned tightly: "This is not a trial game... but Shao sent two little nobles? My young lady?"

Cohen looked stiff.

Is there anything revealed?

He lowered his head and looked at his clothes.

"Don't look, it's you, silly boy," Kaslan said coldly to his junior, "Your posture and pace."

Cohen turned to Miranda in amazement, who frowned and looked back at Cohen.

"I'm six kilometers away, and I can smell the smell of battlefield officers from all over you." Kaslan shook his head: "Look at your frightened face, ready to jump up and bite. , I just came back from the front line of the Western Wilderness."

Cohen looked at the old man in surprise.

How is it possible?

I'm just a normal guard.

According to Jedi's suggestion, he has clearly adjusted well, and the symptoms of "battlefield withdrawal" are almost invisible.

Unless... Cohen looked at the old man solemnly: He was his own kind.

Animals that live on the battlefield.

And it's a very scary one—Cohen felt cold when he thought of the indifferent eyes of certain death squad members in the desert.

Cohen looked at the old man in front of him and gave Miranda a wink. Unfortunately, the old contemporaries ignored him. In desperation, Cohen had to smile and say: "Mr. Caslan, Master Shao will chase him. We leave the task of finding the sword of disaster to us..."

But his words were immediately interrupted roughly by Caslan.

"And you, little girl, dressed as a mercenary is very professional, and you should pass through places like Ellenbia without obstruction," Caslan ignored Cohen, he continued to look at Miranda, his tone bluntly: "But You know, there are not many mercenaries in the Northland. The people here are tough and combative. The men in the family can handle many things with a sword. The mercenaries have no business here... Your appearance will be very abrupt."

Miranda's face changed.

"And your temperament...probably only a fool can't recognize you as a nobleman, Miss Arund."

"Forget it," Kaslan sighed, "At least better than many young nobles, Miss Arund."

Hearing this, Miranda opened her mouth in surprise.

How come...

My identity.

How did he tell?

Obviously, when I entered the border, I didn't leave any white eagle logo on my body.

"I said," I saw the old man sitting in the seat pressing his hands on his knees, his brows raised, and his face was full of doubt: "Do you really know what kind of existence you are facing?" /

"The descendants of the two dukes and the earls, as well as the people of Arund," Kaslan looked disgusted, and said: "The young lady of the great noble family..."

"You immediately write a letter back, and let Shao send some more people... It's better to have an extreme master..."

Cohen frowned.

Oops.

The connector sees us upset?

What about this?

At this moment, the lady of Allende suddenly took a step forward and stared at Caslan angrily.

"Listen, old man," Miss Miranda Allende said with a nasty look: "You do your job, and we do our job-this is the ideal situation, as far as our ability is concerned. ……"

"We know what dangers we have to face, and we are not spoiled young masters," Miranda said with a serious expression: "Cohen is my contemporaneous period, the awakening of the stars, I understand Him."

"He has spent many years on the frontline of the Western Wilderness. Whether in battle or war, he knows very well that he is an excellent soldier and officer. On the battlefield, his role will not be more than that of some decades. An extreme master with an old bone is worse." Miss Allende said lightly.

Cohen looked at Miranda in surprise, watching him at the same time who refused to give in.

God.

When was the last time she praised herself?

Does a woman really get better after she breaks up in love?

Caslan showed a funny expression and looked at the little girl in front of him.

Have not moved an old bone in decades?

Interesting.

It's so energetic.

If I were thirty years younger...

"And I served under the hand of the fortress flower, leading the army of stars, in the winter castle, in the old tower, in the watch city, and fought back and forth countless times on the border between the two countries, and also fought countless times with the people of the Lombard family. Miranda stared sharply at Caslan: "I know how to fight, old man."

"We are not those inexperienced novices."

"Of course, maybe from your old-fashioned perspective, only extreme masters like Chatier and Master Jedi can cope with such a situation."

"But, Mr. Caslan, anyone can dislike our experience and abilities because we are the young lady of the noble family, but you alone are not qualified to say so."

Kaslan narrowed his eyes.

"It’s the first time I heard your name, Mr. Kaslan." Miranda slowly put the sword on her waist: "It’s not because of your reputation, but because of your surname. Silan Rumba."

Caslan frowned.

"Yes, everyone in the Aarond family--must be familiar with the situation of the mortal enemy family." The female swordsman said calmly.

"So?" Kaslan narrowed his eyes again.

Miranda stared at Caslan in front of her: "So, if you are a member of the Lombard family and you have an opinion on the surname of Aaron, you can just say it."

Miranda narrowed her pupils, staring at every flaw in the old man's body, clenching the hilt of the sword tightly, with a cold tone: "We use swords to resolve differences, old man."

Caslan looked at Miranda's sword and smiled disdainfully.

"Of course, or are you just a simple provocation and want to see our strength for yourself?" Miranda said with deep meaning.

"If it is, then we will start and finish quickly, and then continue our mission, instead of staying here with a bad old man talking nonsense."

Caslan looked at Miranda, his smile disappeared, and his expressionless indifference returned.

Looking at the conflict that was about to erupt before him, Cohen was anxiously scratching his head: "Uh, that, Miranda...Should we..."

Just now.

"Ha!"

Caslan laughed angrily and interrupted Cohen again.

Caslan slapped the table and got up from the seat abruptly.

Even though he is more than sixty, he is nearly seven feet tall, with muscles that don't seem to regress, and he still looks full of pressure.

But Miranda's sharp eyes remained the same, she just bent slightly to adjust the angle of her shot.

"Interesting, little girl," Kaslan burst out laughing: "He looks angry like a little female leopard!"

"Well, the temptation ends here!"

Miranda clenched her teeth.

End here?

This old man...

"Little Crow Ash really made no mistake," Kaslan's eyes were sharp. He showed his yellowed teeth, and said slowly: "Miranda's observation ability is excellent, resolute and decisive in case of trouble, without procrastination. I'm so proud."

Miranda was startled.

Crow Ash...

"Ah!" Cohen thumped his palm in excitement: "So you know Kroaishi, uncle... Then what did she say about me?"

"Well..."

"Well, she said..." Kaslan didn't care that Cohen's name changed from "sir" to "uncle". He recalled it, turned his head and showed a strange expression: "Korn Karabyan Not bad, but a dull fool, that's it."

Cohen froze for a moment, then rubbed his hair and smiled awkwardly.

Infinite wailing in my heart.

My image...is it so bad.

Caslan looked at Cohen and smiled.

"Boy..."

"You know, my mother-in-law also called me a dull fool!"

Cohen froze for three seconds.

"Come on, kid!" Kaslan laughed and slapped Cohen on the shoulder.

Looking at the latter's unshakable posture, Caslan secretly applauded.

"Enough," Miranda frowned and interrupted them: "May I say something is right."

Cohen shrugged helplessly, indicating that Caslan was like this.

"Hey," Kaslan stopped smiling, his face changed: "Listen, I know why you were sent to deal with the sword of disaster."

"You, boy, you were sent for a reason, Shao told me," Kaslan looked at Cohen seriously: "You have encountered the sword of disaster, right."

Cohen was taken aback, then nodded subconsciously.

He lowered his head.

"It is in the capital of the stars." Cohen said lightly: "They are related to the Blood Bottle Gang."

As for the sword of disaster encountered in another place-Cohen remembered the reunion in the Hall of Stars, gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

Not yet time.

"You never told me this, Cohen." Miranda frowned, looking at her in the same period.

Cohen frowned, grinding his teeth lightly, and did not answer.

It's not that I don't want to tell you.

But... if you want to talk about the sword of disaster.

Na Raphael...

Cohen's expression remains unchanged, his fists clenched slightly

"And you, girl," Kaslan turned his head and looked at Miranda: "You weren't pulled into the Surgeon without a reason, did you."

Cohen's expression changed. He raised his head and looked at the female swordsman, who was of a similar origin, had similar experiences, and had known each other for many years.

Miranda gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Caslan didn't speak either, but waited quietly for her to answer.

After a while, Miranda spoke with difficulty.

"This is about my father, the guardian of the north... the former guardian duke of the north, Val Allende." At this point, the lady of the Allende family had a voice.

Cohen looked at her worriedly.

The...the treason duke.

But in the eyes of Kaslan, this neatly dressed little girl, despite her unstable voice, still gritted her teeth and said slowly and every word: "In the past four or five years, I found He is in contact with some strange swordsmen from the north...and their power of ending is weird..."

Miranda raised her head, her face solemn: "I told Chatier about this."

Cohen looked surprised.

"Look, that's why you are here... You have all come into contact with the Sword of Disaster, and even fight directly, knowing their characteristics." Kaslan slowly said: "So you are included in the Scavengers."

Hearing the familiar vocabulary, Cohen looked solemn.

"Uncle, do you also know the Surgeon?" he asked.

"You know?" Kaslan laughed out of her voice.

Cohen looked at him strangely.

"A long, long time ago," Kaslan's face slowly cooled down, "It was me and Shao who formed the Scavengers."

Cohen's eyes widened, while Miranda stared at the old man in surprise.

"Listen, the Scavengers existed a long time ago," the old man said slowly: "Just as the Sword of Disaster started its activities a long time ago."

"A long time ago?" Cohen repeated solemnly. He remembered the records of the Blood Bottle Gang and the Sword of Disaster in the past hundred years.

"A long time ago," Kaslan nodded solemnly: "We, two young men who are crazy about swordsmanship and curious about the power of end, tried to find out the truth about the sword of disaster and finally eradicate their threat. "

"At that time, we were about your age, far from the extreme, impulsive and active, regardless of the consequences." Kaslan said lightly.

"I and Shao did a lot of hard work... all kinds of things, but always ineffective, and then the sword of disaster was much more low-key and concealed than it is now — many times, we have No trace of them can be found." A nostalgic expression appeared on Kaslan's face.

"Later, I joined the White Blade Guard. As for Shao... he became the inheritor." Kaslan said slowly: "The Surgeon stopped."

"Until one day, Shao informed me that he was going to re-convene the Scavengers."

"Why?" Cohen wondered: "Why are you calling again?"

Caslan glanced at him slightly.

"Because twelve years ago, they-Sword of Disaster resumed their activities," Kaslan said with oppressive solemnity: "And more active and deadly than ever."

Cohen was stunned.

Twelve years ago...

Is that...

Miranda bit her posterior molar tightly, and was shocked by this fact.

But little girls are more pale.

It's like thinking of some unbearable past.

"Come with me," Kaslan stood up: "I will take you to see Kroaishi, and the clue to the Sword of Disaster."

The old man turned around and took them away.

"This time the matter is deeply involved, not only the Sword of Disaster and the Tower of End, but also the Prince of your stars." Kaslan opened a door, led the way in front, and walked.

"Wait, what did you say?" Cohen said in surprise: "You mean, the second prince of Exeter, Thales Canxing?"

Miranda frowned.

"Yes," Kaslan smiled when he said this: "That's a funny kid who just stopped with me not long ago."

"Heir of the stars...what happened between him and Sword of Disaster?" Cohen asked solemnly.

"Did they not tell you Shao?" Kaslan looked back strangely.

Cohen shook his head, Miranda on one side remembered something, and his face changed.

Just listen to Caslan slowly and authentically:

"The Sword of Disaster, is trying to assassinate your Highness."

At that moment, both Cohen and Miranda were stunned.

In a few seconds.

"Sword of Disaster?" Cohen asked anxiously: "Why? Why did they assassinate the prince and heir of the stars? I thought their goal was only us, just the Tower of End..."

"Listen, you don't understand the sword of disaster, and I don't understand either," Kaslan's tone changed, he stopped and turned around, "but based on my earlier experience..."

Kaslan showed a solemn expression: "Their purpose is not to defeat the Tower of End, and to replace it as simple as that."

"As for the prince...who knows, maybe some northern lords who want his life are involved..."

"Impossible!" Miranda said calmly: "His Majesty Kessel restrained those who wanted to murder him with his oath about the throne. His Royal Highness will be safe in Exeter, and no one dares to right. He started."

"Really?" Kaslan laughed, and when the laughter disappeared, he looked at the young man in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Your prince, and the oath of your king...turned him into those precious ancient alchemy balls. Once destroyed, it will explode and hurt people," Kaslan said lightly: "Indeed, In the Northland, everyone dare not do anything to him, dare not let him explode in their own hands."

Speaking of this, Kaslan lowered his head and his eyes sank: "But I hope he explodes in the hands of others."

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Thyls stared blankly at Nicolai and Marquis Shreis in front of him, thinking about the invitation from King Nunn—or request they had brought.

"Wait a minute, listen to what you mean," Thales had an ominous hunch in his heart: "King Nunn has not found the enemy, the collaborator of the Grand Duke of Lombard?"

"Look, that's why we came to your Highness," Marquis Schlesy nodded slightly, showing a polite smile.

"Why do you have to have me?" Thales said dullly: "I'm just a seven-year-old kid and can't play such high-end games."

"You are not just a seven-year-old kid, you are also a seven-year-old genius." Shilaisi blinked his eyes and added.

Tyles closed his eyes, only feeling a headache.

Oh.

"As you said, the prince of the stars, you are the character who should have taken over the anger of Majesty Nunn," Nicolai said slowly, his tone full of faint intimidation: "Now there is a chance, Let you get rid of the pain you shouldn't bear."

"It depends on your decision, kid."

Thyls sighed long.

"About the collaborator of the Grand Duke of Lombard," Putila, the deputy envoy of the mission, had already realized how things were going, and he asked solemnly: "What do you know now?"

"We have a very obvious goal," Nicolai replied palely: "When you were still under Broken Dragon Fortress, Rumba once besieged your mission in order to take down the fortress. Trying to lure the defenders of the fortress to attack."

"Yes," Thales took a deep breath when thinking of Araka and his Fury Guard: "There is such a thing...that is not a pleasant memory."

"The magic gun unit in the Rumba army, under the order of a spy officer, tried to assassinate you," Nicolai continued on the horse: "And based on the information we and the darkroom have, it is almost certain The man behind the spy officer is our target."

Thyls thought of the bombardment of the magic gun, staring at the snowfield in a daze, feeling lingering.

"As far as I know, Rumba is also investigating this matter. By the time we arrived at Lord Kaslan’s Hero Tavern, their investigation seemed to have progressed..." Putila frowned: "So Speaking of which, the man who sent a spy in the Lombard army to try to kill His Royal Highness Thales and blame Lombard, happened to be the collaborator of Lombard when he planned the murder of Prince Moral?"

"Sounds very chilling, doesn't it?" Marquis Schlesz shook his head lightly, his eyes deep: "He and the Lombard public conspired to murder the prince of his own country, but he was immediately murdering another king's son. Betrayed the Grand Duke of Lombard."

"The nobles are like white mountain vultures fighting for carrion, intrigue and intrigue," Edda under the cloak suddenly said: "Northland, and the people from the Northland, even the nobles and lords, it was not like this before. Of."

"Without the empire, you have fallen even faster."

The marching crowd was silent for a moment.

"Northland, Northlander," Nicolai seemed to have been touched. He stared at a red dragon banner with a red border and black background, nodded slowly, and said: "One day, We will regain the pride of being a child of the dragon."

"In short, the Grand Duke of Lombard does not yet know that the person who tried to blame him is his collaborator." Marquis Schlesz coughed: "And we have confirmed this from the progress of Lombard investigation."

"The Grand Duke of Rumba must know the identity of his collaborator, in that case," Thales raised his head: "Why not tell Rumba the truth and cooperate with him?"

"Don’t forget that Rumba is also your Majesty’s enemy. Conspiracy with him to avenge another enemy? I don’t think the ruler of the black sand collar will obediently cooperate," Marquis Schlesy sighed: "Moreover, The character of the Northlanders, tut."

"We don't cooperate with a scumbag like Charman Rumba," Nicolai's eyes were full of gloom: "And he and his collaborators must pay for Moral's death."

"Since the Grand Duke of Lombard and the collaborator are your enemies, one killed most of you under the fortress, and the other tried to kill you with a magic spear," Marquis Schlesz smiled undiminished, and accepted Over the unpleasant topic, continue to pressure Thales: "His Majesty Nunn made it very clear that you are already on this ship regardless of whether your Highness agrees or not."

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Even though he had known for a long time that from crowning that title, he had to face everything he hated the most.

But he still underestimated the power of the power game in this circle.

This is a game you can’t choose to play or not, whether you want to play as hard as you can.

Born for the stars.

Is that the rhythm?

It's really annoying.

The second prince of the stars slowly opened his eyes.

"In order to elicit that Rumba's collaborator, isn't it?" His Royal Highness said flatly: "What is Nunn going to do?"

Nicolai was about to reply, but was interrupted by the prince in a completely different tone.

"Also, if I cooperate with his revenge plan," Thales raised his head, his eyes shining sharply like a sharpened blade: "What benefit is Nunn willing to give me?"

Nicolai was stunned for a few tenths of a second. He noticed that Thales no longer called "Your Majesty Nunn" or "King Nunn".

But the commander of the Blade Guard immediately raised his lips, showing a faint sneer.

"You will be satisfied," the meteorite stared at the second prince, and slowly said: "Walton--the Dragonlance family is never stingy."

"There is one more question," Thales raised his head, his eyes burning: "You said, from the Rumba investigation, his collaborator was the man behind the murder of me with the magic gun."

"Yes," Nicolai frowned. "A problem?"

"Where did you get the details of Rumba's investigation, and how did you confirm it?" Thales asked in a deep voice.

"This is our business." Nicolai shook his head: "You don't have to..."

But Thales interrupted him immediately!

"This is my business!" Thales looked firm and emphasized his persistence with a stress: "Especially when Nunn wants me to risk my life and play such a revenge game with him, I should have enough To confirm whether his plan is feasible!"

Nicolai stared at Thales with a cold look in his eyes. As for what he was thinking, Thales could not guess—until Shloes coughed gently on the side.

"Rumba has been tracking down the spy officer who commanded the magic gun troops, and his hands have efficiently found clues in the black market," Nicolai finally spoke slowly: "But the truth is about to be discovered. At that time, a group of strange swordsmen suddenly appeared. They used the weird end power to almost wipe out Rumba’s investigators and cut off the clues."

"Strange swordsman? Strange end power?"

Nicolai nodded: "This is not within the scope of Rumba's knowledge, so he asked a professional for help."

"And the professional," the meteorite lowered his head, looking at the attire of the Blade Guard on his body: "It's our old acquaintance."

"And those strange swordsmen?" Thales asked.

Nicolai gave him a deep look.

"King Nunn sent to the stars a few days ago to collect the remains of the prince and investigate the assassination of the mission. A message was sent back the day before." Nicolai detailed the key to the intelligence: "Prince's last guard, with The secret methods of the Walton family have left a vital clue-among the assassins who attacked Prince Moral, there are also a few strange swordsmen, the power of ending is strange and unusual."

"You mean," Thales figured it out: "The swordsman who assassinated Prince Moral and the swordsman who intercepted the Rumba investigation-are they the same group?"

Nicolai nodded slightly.

"Who are they?"

"According to the news, it's a group of traitors from the Tower of End, a group of people who hide their heads and show their tails," Nicolai looked at everyone: "The Tower of End has a very special name for them."

The meteorite has a deep expression and slowly said:

"Sword of Disaster."

Thyls' thinking was interrupted by the name for a moment.

Disaster...

The sword?

"Ah!" Wiya, who was listening, remembered something and suddenly whispered.

"Speaking of it, when I was in the End Tower, I seemed to have accidentally heard a few inheritors talk about this name," Wiya felt that everyone was looking, and said nervously: "But that has always been It's a legend, the sword of disaster... It is said that they are a group of traitors who want to replace the Tower of End~IndoMTL.com~Tels frowned.

"Let’s find time to talk, Huaiya." The second prince said: "About the power of the end, there is the Tower of End."

Wiya nodded.

"In any case, this group of so-called disaster swords participated in the assassination of Moral and the betrayal of Rumba at the same time. They must have a close relationship with that Rumba's collaborator, so they will listen to him to deploy and let him drive." Nicolai looked at the snowy field in the distance, frowning and said: "We also connected these two things, thus grabbing their tail."

"I see," Thales nodded solemnly: "When will Nunn's plan begin?"

"Weilan Snowfield is right in front of you. Passing through it is Longxiao City." Nicolai cast his gaze into the distance, the snowfield almost in line with the sky, slowly said.

"The five princes should have arrived at Longxiao City. The first hurdle you have to face is to meet with them and King Nunn, and be prepared, Your Highness," Marquis Schlesz rubbed himself. Gloves, eyes full of excitement at the beginning of the show: "In public, His Majesty King Nunn will show a tough attitude towards you, maybe...it will be a little rough."

"Crude?"

"It's just right, it's been a long time," Thales looked at the sky intently. He gently touched his neck, recalling how it felt when it was tightened, and said loudly and loudly:

"I like being rude the most."

Sluis's smile is even brighter.

Nicolai has a strange light in his eyes,

Putila took a deep sip of his pipe.

Ada continued under the cloak, bowing her head silently.

Wya and Rolf just stared at each other blankly.

It's noon, and the sun hangs high above the snowy field.

But everyone who has been in the Northland for many days knows.

The extreme cold will be coming soon.