Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 63: Duel

Longxiao City, Xichi Avenue.

"I...I'm here!" A young man arrived at a butcher shop while running, panting against the wall: "The Star Prince is in the city today, so I will go..."

"Went to find your future wife again?" The butcher shop owner unceremoniously exposed his lie, humming: "So I was late today?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense...I'm just going to give some presents," the young man's face flushed red: "And Sesiah is not mine...mine..."

"You are such an idiot, Kevin," the butcher's boss looked at the red-faced Kevin contemptuously as someone came over: "It is not enough to just give small gifts every other day, you have to confess boldly, confess you understand! "

Hearing this, the young man Kevin grabbed his hair in annoyance: "You don’t know, she has a vicious father, a weird nickname, what kind of belt... It’s said to be still Glacier Watch has been here. I don’t think he will allow his daughter to marry a...a..."

"Poor boy who runs errands in the poor gang?" The butcher's boss chopped off a pig shin.

"Yes," Kevin slapped his face and nodded sadly: "That's it!"

"It's like a man, go face to face with him, talk to your sweetheart's father!" The butcher's expression was fierce, and he slashed into the cutting board.

Kevin was startled, he opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time.

Finally, I slumped the three words "I dare not" into my heart.

"Huh, coward," the butcher's boss despised him with a hatred of iron and steel: "Don't dare to forget...what about your job?"

"Here you are." Kevin was unhappy, and carelessly stuffed a ball of paper: "It is said to be a reply from the boss of Grive."

The butcher’s boss took the ball of paper and watched Kevin leave with a frustrated expression on his face.

"It's really a leisurely life," a brisk voice rang from the back of the butcher shop: "Butchering, selling meat, and maybe helping some stupid poor boys come up with love ideas."

The butcher's face changed slightly.

He turned his head and closed the door of the butcher shop.

"Visit me at this time," the butcher from the Far East, Gu, slowly turned around, speaking in a common language with a northern accent, and whispered towards the dark corner behind him: "I'm not afraid of being improbable The black sword that came back found?"

"After all, leave him with false news, but your idea is."

The young man in white, Rafael Lindbergh, showed his face from the dark corner and smiled softly.

Gu's eyelids are drooping, raising the alert in his heart like a prairie wolf.

Appearing so confidently, it seems that he really has the means not to be discovered by Black Sword.

Even Black Sword's terrifyingly inhuman perception--the movement within hundreds of meters is counted in the heart, and the flies, mice and birds have nowhere to hide--can you hide it?

Gu narrowed his eyes.

Raphael did not answer Gu, but listened to him sarcastically: "Why, before you betrayed Wu Yiwei, were you also a love consultant? Very experienced in this area?"

Gu heard those three words.

Even after years of training and habit, the control of the body's response is as fine and perfect as his, but the heart beats slightly and the blood moves slightly.

Gu raised his eyes and looked at Raphael quietly.

The eyes of both men are calm as water.

But only they themselves know the dangerous undercurrents hidden under the words.

【Never rush to reveal the killing, but look for the enemy’s weakness in endless temptations, knocking and flanking, taking advantage of the current, and pushing the waves to fuel the flames-this is the secret inherited from the secret of the kingdom The usual style of the military.

Since Suye and the stars formed an alliance, we have played secretly with MiKe, and we know its unique style and methods:

But the question is, how can we fight it? 】

Master's words echoed in his ears, making Gu even more vigilant.

"It's very interesting to look at the ordinary lives and experiences of these people," Gu turned his head, his expression easily swept across the empty storefront—most of the people went to watch the excitement of Prince Stars entering the city— No one else cleans up the desktop, intentionally or unintentionally:

"You know, after staying in despair and darkness for a long time, I always want to breathe some hope and find some sunshine."

"I thought that with your experience, I've long been used to seeing things like ‘fun’." Raphael curled his mouth.

"See you?"

"The boy, Kevin is a real poor," Gu Dandan sneered, with a playful expression: "Wealth, family background, strength, status, he has nothing."

"But he has his own sweetheart. In his heart, he will imagine her as the most beautiful in the world."

"Think of her with a smile, think of her with pleasure, think of her with hope."

"The most important thing is, no matter how difficult, he has the right to chase these happiness, close to an infinitely beautiful goal," Gu gently turned and looked directly at the surprised Raphael: "He is really alive. ."

The sun fell into the storefront and sprinkled on Gu's body.

"Compared with the scum like you and me, living in darkness and secrets," Gu's eyes were calm and his tone was flat, "He is a whole person."

"Isn't it interesting?"

Half of Raphael was hidden in the dark corner of the corner, quietly listening to Gu finished.

"If you are used to seeing beautiful people, you will also be used to weakness." Raphael's expression remained unchanged: "Like those things that once made you weak, think about it, King Yao..."

"I don't need to be tough," Gu suddenly interrupted Raphael. His tone was flat, but he said unquestionably: "I only need you to fulfill the transaction."

[Compared with your senior brother's Fengzang scabbard, your senior sister's long-sleeved good dance, you are like a dagger in the dark, you never see the sun, and no one knows, only the moment you hand it out, you will show your power. Therefore, you must avoid any unnecessary battles and confrontations, and concentrate on warming up your last, most critical, and most fatal blow. 】

The master's words echoed in his ears again, making his face dark.

The dagger in the dark.

Let's see the sun.

Wait for the moment it is handed out.

It's a pity.

Gu Shen took a deep breath, expressionless.

Rafael stared at him steadily, never looking away, but at the end he smiled slightly.

"Rest assured, our intelligence will not be wrong," Raphael said with interest: "The method of assassinating His Royal Highness Thales under the fortress is their usual style...you will definitely find what you want. Stuff."

Gu nodded silently.

Raphael lowered his head with a perfect smile.

"The prince and his party have entered Longxiao City, and are in the Palace of Heroes at the moment," the young man in white did not entangle the topic just now: "And what about your news?"

Gu stared, then slowly spread out the ball of paper that Kevin sent and swept it slightly.

"According to the news from the local gang, we have basically confirmed the place of the monster," Gu put down the paper ball and muttered, "Although I don't know what you are going to do..."

Raphael chuckled and nodded.

"Don't worry," he said in a weird tone, righteously: "We are the righteous, aren't we."

"As a cleanser of disasters, contribute to the safety of mankind."

Gu Leng snorted, turned and left.

"Shit."

Raphael shook his head indifferently and chuckles.

He turned his head, his eyes shot out the window, looking at the Palace of Valor on the mountain.

Surprise for a while.

Raphael couldn't help thinking of what Gu said about that young man just now.

He has his own sweetheart.

In his own mind, he would imagine her as the most beautiful in the world.

Think of her with a smile, think of her with pleasure, think of her with hope.

The young man's eyes are getting bleak.

Until he gently closes his eyes.

—

Tyles looked at the cross sword on the ground with cold sweat.

What's the situation?

Slit your own throat?

The faces of Nicolai and Shreis flashed in front of them, but in Thales’s eyes, their expressions were extremely ironic.

[For the common interests of Your Highness and His Majesty Nunn, he invites you to join his revenge. The hunter has sharpened his sword, the traps and traps are in place, and the prey is in danger. 】

The traverser raised his head and looked at the old man who was supposed to be the "alliance" in disbelief.

King Nunn's indifferent and compelling gaze is firmly nailed to him.

Who is the prey and who is the hunter?

Previously, in Mindith Hall, I confidently explained the scene of "The Alliance of Two Kings" to Gilbert, which seemed to be vivid.

It looks so ridiculous now.

"Go on," Nunn VII's old and hollow voice urged him: "Show your courage and courage as a descendant of the Canstar family..."

"Blood for blood!"

Tyles' eyes were firmly drawn to the sword, his breathing accelerated unconsciously, and his brain kept spinning wildly.

He looked up again at King Nunn, but the indifference and hatred under his eyes remained unchanged.

What to do?

There is no time for him to wonder and reason.

Faced with this predicament, Thales' brows couldn't help but move.

What to do?

King Nunn, really wants to put himself to death.

Thyls closed his eyes tightly and squeezed his fists.

What to do?

"Why," an unfamiliar voice came from five kilometers: "As a star, as a descendant of an oath-keeper, don't you even have the courage to atone for your sins with death?"

"Then what are you doing? Do you have fun!"

The speaker leaned forward, finally allowing Thales to see the face of the first Grand Duke.

The opponent is sitting on the left hand of King Nuen VII. He is a mature man with a beard. He is more than forty years old. He has a rough appearance and a simple attire. He is wearing a triangular round brooch on his chest. He is disdainful and disgusted. Staring at Thales, showing unconcealed hostility:

"If you dare not."

"Then kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Little boy of the stars." The beard said fiercely.

Thyls gritted his teeth.

Damn it.

Damn the Northlander.

The other grand prince also turned his head, and the fire illuminates his ear-level, consistent pot lid.

This is a tall Northlander who is also in his forties, with a sharp face and a prominent chin. He is younger than his beard, and his clothes are embroidered with a luminous sword blade pattern.

"Perhaps these noble empires thought," the lid of the pot murmured coldly, echoing the beard's words: "Send a seven-year-old kid to come to the northern countryside like ours, and it is for us. The greatest charity and grace of the wild and backward Northlanders."

"Maybe that Kessel would still think: Didn’t it just kill one of your princes, what's the matter?" The lid of the pot sneered, and organized the words with ulterior motives: "Look, my son will give you sweets. Now, stupid Northlander!"

The atmosphere in the field became more tense.

Tyles is breathing faster and faster. He raised his head, and the gazes staring at the princes became sharp and terrifying.

"Oh, are you angry?" The third grand prince revealed his face from the fire. It was an older lord, about fifty or sixty years old, with a bitter face and bald head. Only the circle around the ears was left, with a copper-colored head ring around his forehead, and a chain painted on his robe.

"I said, dare you dare to touch that sword," the bald lord said in a flat tone, but he said with a sharp edge: "Whether it is holding it to commit suicide or rushing to kill us..."

"It's much more effective than using eyes, right?"

Tyles took a deep breath, his eyes swept across his beard, the bald lord on the lid of the pot.

Nun VII remained indifferent.

At that moment, the six men sitting in the stone hall stared at the boy indifferently.

And the sword in front of him.

Enduring the look in their eyes, Thales's heart rose with anger.

Is this what they want?

The shock of being betrayed and calculating slowly turned into anger and resentment.

What to do.

Think of a solution quickly.

Blood debt.

Vengeance.

The king.

Grand Duke.

A vague thought flashed through Thales' mind.

He looked up sharply.

"Very well," Thales' gasp became thicker and thicker, with dissatisfaction and injustice in his words: "Blood for blood...quite fair..."

Under everyone's playful, contemptuous, or indifferent eyes, Thales slowly leaned down.

He grabbed the sword on the ground.

This is another scene.

This is another choice.

I have had enough.

These bad guys.

His eyes gradually strengthened.

But I will not die here.

No.

Thyls slammed his hand and raised the hilt.

Wait... this sword! He was surprised.

Why is it so heavy?

Thyls, who was not ready, didn't pay attention, and the hilt slipped from his hand.

"Dang Cang!"

The cross sword fell to the ground again, and the reverberation continued.

Looking at this scene, the five big kilometers burst into laughter.

It's like watching a monkey show on the street.

"Relax! Child," the bald lord said with deep meaning: "See and see, this is the weight of the Northland."

Tyles closed his eyes and took a few breaths.

It's really heavy.

Compared with the heavy wooden sword used to practice with Ji Ni in the Mindis Hall, this northern lord's saber is heavier.

The next second, ignoring the mocking eyes of the princes, Thales took a breath and grasped the hilt again with a firm expression.

This time he used his hands, but he didn't let go anyhow.

Thyls dragged the hilt with difficulty.

"Sizzle..."

The blade of the cross sword rubbed an unpleasant noise on the floor tiles.

"Come on, try harder..." The lid of the pot sneered Thales: "It will be up to my neck soon!"

The ridicule of the princes became louder.

King Nunn's expression is still cold and numb.

Seems still waiting for Thales.

The traverser gritted his teeth and pulled the hilt with both hands, before reluctantly dragging the sword to him.

He panted holding the epee in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the five lords.

"Remember, boy, never use the situation behind you to threaten a Northlander." The beard snorted fiercely: "We are fearless. This is the way of the Northland."

"We are not afraid of your cowardly father, and the weak country behind you."

Tyles grasped the sword, his eyebrows tightened, and his hands gradually tightened.

"Don't worry, your lord, before you cut your own throat," the lid of the pot that had been mocking him fussed: "We will definitely stop you, our little country Exeter, how dare you let The descendants of the great empire, the future ruler of the entire star is wounded and bleeding here? Hahahaha...we are..."

"It's annoying!"

Tyles interrupted him coldly: "The pot cover!"

An old man next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As soon as he said, he closed his mouth and stared at Thales.

"Don't you just want my life to pay Prince Moral's life?" The prince of the stars said indifferently: "This is too simple."

"Then what are you waiting for?" The bald lord said in a low voice: "Wait for us to dissuade you?"

"Die like this?" Thales endured the weird gaze of the audience, and took a sip: "It's too useless and cowardly, without dignity."

"I heard that the ancient knights must swear to their princes, from now on abiding by the creed, upholding honor, and defending dignity," Thales raised his head and looked at the surprised bald head and the two grand princes: " Even death will be full of glory."

"And I heard that Exeter inherited the glorious tradition of ancient knights, and must value honor and dignity over life and safety."

"After saying so much, isn't it just for fear of death?" The beard sneered disdainfully: "Why, let us spare your life and protect your so-called ‘Glory’?"

"No." Thales sighed, "Since I came into this world, I never thought about going back alive."

Without waiting for the princes to ponder the logic of his words, Thales gritted his teeth and straightened up.

"Compared to being like a coward, killing his own life on his own, there is no glory or pride." Thales had a strange look in his eyes, and he shot straight towards the end of the long table without showing any weakness. Land and King Nunn looked at each other.

Looking at Thales, Nunn VII's eyes moved, and a different light came out from his cyan eyes.

"I ask, in accordance with the glorious Exeter tradition, with you," the Prince of Stars paused and said slowly: "Executive King, His Majesty Nunn Walton VII. ……"

The next moment, the second prince of the stars, Thales Canxing, struggling to support the epee with one hand, his right hand resolutely lifted forward, pointing to the old king in the distance, decisively:

"Duel!"

What?

The five grand princes were suddenly startled.

The court immediately became quiet.

In the terrifying silence, Thales confronted the six people in front of him.

The bald head squinted at Thales, as if going to cut a hole out of him.

Challenge the king? duel?

Luo Chihu's face was gloomy, his eyes traversing back and forth between King Nunn and Thales.

Follow Exter’s tradition? Humph.

The lid of the pot rubbed his hands, his thoughts unclear.

This kid...

Thyls did his best to say loudly: "I would rather die in the hands of others like a warrior! I would rather stand face to face, watching your sword pierce my heart."

His voice echoed in the stone hall.

The five grand princes frowned one after another.

But their gazes at Thales have changed.

It was Nunn VII, his face remained unchanged, still so cold and numb, as if he had never walked out of the pain of losing a child.

Two seconds later, Thales’ echoes in the Stone Hall gradually disappeared.

Tyles retracted his right hand and pressed it on the hilt, his eyes still fixed on King Nunn's body.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

Until Exeter's co-existing king used his old and deep voice to slowly say: "Oh? Are you going to fight me?"

"Why?"

The Star Prince took a deep breath and replied loudly:

"Only by hatred and fairness!"

The two grand princes who were still in the dark began to whisper.

The other three looked back at Thales with an unkind look.

"We, didn't the star people killed your only son?" Thales gritted his teeth and resisted the trembling under his feet:

"Isn't it the most legitimate and reasonable for a father like you to avenge yourself?"

The bearded Grand Duke snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Just rely on you as a seven-year-old boy?" He said with a grimace: "I dare to challenge our co-owner of Exter? Isn't it too much difference?"

King Nunn gently lowered his elbows, clasped his hands, and looked at Thales quietly.

For some reason, Thales felt that his hostility dissipated a lot at that moment.

Is it an illusion?

But what should be done is still to be done...

"No!"

Tyles Canxing raised his head and imagined Morris in the Brotherhood when he was patrolling the streets, trying to show his arrogance:

"I am the future king of the stars. He is the current king of Exeter. We are of equal status."

"I have the blood of Tormund and Midil. He has inherited the blood of Nicaru and Sara. We are of similar origin."

King Nunn suddenly began to sneer slightly.

"And..." Thales answered the five princes' different eyes one by one without showing any weakness.

"I am seven years old this year, young and weak, with short hands and calves," Thales was angry, biting out the words from his teeth one by one: "And you, Your Majesty Noon..."

"You are almost seventy years old, your old age is weak and your old eyes are dim."

Tyles took a deep breath and smiled contemptuously: "We are evenly matched, the opportunities are similar!"

"I think this will be a thrilling duel, and it will not be less exciting than the King's Election Club."

"What did you say?"

"Exter's natural king?"

As soon as this statement came out, some of the five grand princes frowned, and some tweeted out with different expressions.

King Nunn's eyes became more and more weird, and his smile gradually ceased.

At this moment, a laugh broke the strange scene.

"Hahahaha," the fourth grand prince laughed and turned to expose himself to the light: "You really dare to say, kid? Old age? Evenly matched? Haha, my majesty... It’s so fun!"

Tyles was startled and looked at the grand prince.

This is a grand prince with long hair and shawl. He is forty years old. The emblem on his body is a book of classics. His resolute face and heroic laugh always remind Thales of his fellow Northlander. Duke of the North Star.

I saw him laughing boldly, ignoring the faces of the other people, and thumping the table: "You are so kind, kid!"

"Okay, I think," the last grand prince's voice-a peaceful, nice voice came from the other side: "Maybe we can talk more...no need to be so tense..."

The flame illuminates the owner of the voice.

"Your Majesty," the grand prince who finally uttered was the youngest, probably only about thirty years old. He was a neat brown-haired young man with a **** horseshoe embroidered on his shoulder, just listening to him continue to use himself softly 'S voice said: "I advise you to think again..."

"Conkley Paffert," but King Nunn's expression remained unchanged. He just turned his head slowly and shot his gaze at the young prince: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

The brunette young man, Grand Duke Conkley Paffert's words suddenly stopped.

The remaining four grand princes exchanged their eyes while adjusting their sitting positions.

They were a little surprised by the current situation, and they were all waiting for the king's decision.

Only King Nunn VII, who was sitting on the main seat, turned his eyes again and looked at Thales for five or six seconds~IndoMTL.com~Tyles' feet finally stopped shaking. .

At that moment, the old man Kaslan's final evaluation of Nunn VII came to his mind:

【Nun is also a human being, he will also be old, he will also have a day that is confounded by clever words and sexual expressions, and is controlled by impulse. 】

Tyles gave a chuckle in his heart.

"Of course, Your Majesty Nunn," Thales said softly, attracting the attention of six people again: "I respect your age as my grandfather."

"It seems to be a bit impolite to ask you to come to a duel with me."

Several grand princes showed their doubts at the same time.

"Having been doing it for a long time, is it a bluff?" The beard said contemptuously: "So you still dare not..."

"No!" Thales interrupted him.

"The duel is still going on!"

"But if today is really going to end like this," Thales turned his gaze, and scanned the five grand princes one by one, beard, pot cover, bald, long-haired man, brunette youth, and then beyond doubt Authentic:

"I believe that the five grand princes present are all loyal generations. One of them will definitely be able to fight for your Majesty!"

As soon as these words came out, the long-haired man's fists were the first to clenched!

The breathing of the other princes suddenly choked.

"How? Do you dare to fight for your king? Grand Dukes?"

"I don't know which one of you," Thales gritted his teeth and raised his voice to the fullest: "I want to fight with me and get that honor!"

"The glory of piercing the blade of revenge into my heart by myself!"

"As a great prince, kill the star prince personally to avenge Exeter!"

Tyles couldn't help panting after saying this.

One second later, the second prince looked up.

He saw with satisfaction that the five grand princes had all changed color.