Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 65: Strange swordsman
Thyls followed Mike, circling around in the majestic and monotonous Palace of Valor.
While avoiding the ears of the five grand princes, finally, in front of an open-air observation deck, Thales met the two who made him itch with hatred.
"This calm look--it looks like you are getting used to it well, little prince."
The leader of the Blade Guard who had already removed his cloak and face scarf, Nicolai turned his back to the scenery outside the observation deck, and looked at the star prince who was inquisitive in front of him, with a calm expression.
"If you mean, you were almost forced to commit suicide by cutting your neck in front of six old men with a sword that I can't even lift..." Thales let out a long breath, annoyed Authentic: "Yes, I have a good time."
"Old man? I remember that Grand Duke Puffett in Fengzhao City is still very young, not old." Nicolai also laughed softly, making Thales even more dissatisfied.
"I began to wonder, is it really the wishes of King Nunn that you are conveying?" Thales looked at the two with an unpleasant expression: "It is still said that'my life' is not in his consideration at all. Within the scope of!"
"Well, this question," the Marquis of Slaes of Comus said with a jealous expression: "I reminded you before that His Majesty Nunn's attitude may be a bit...tough and rude..."
Thyls turned his head abruptly and stared at him.
"Well, it seems that it may be more than tough, your Majesty, he still has a little bit, uh." Under Thales' glare, Shreis rubbed his cane, smiled awkwardly, and after a while of thinking , He finally found two more appropriate words, blinked his eyes and said:
"Wild and unrestrained?"
"Next time you encounter this kind of thing, for example, before you push me into a certain mortal trap, please tell me in a standard human lingua franca that does not have Northland and Western accents and conforms to rhetorical habits. ......" Thales' eyes were cold, and he watched the two speak word by word: "This is your attitude towards cooperators and alliances? And..."
"Forcing a seven-year-old child to commit suicide... Is there any honor to speak of?"
Nicolai and Shreis looked at each other, the former's face remained unchanged, the latter leaning on his cane and bowing politely.
"Persecution? Honor? I think you have misunderstood," Marquis Schlesz sighed, and his face became serious: "The princes—they were talking about killing you from start to finish, and The benefits and consequences afterwards. As for the way to kill you and whether it is against honor, it is just the way the chef serves the dishes, which is harmless."
Thyls frowned fiercely.
"And things like seven-year-olds and children, first of all," Shreis said solemnly, "I think, maybe you should understand it."
"You are in Exeter, it is a symbol, a symbol, in the eyes of many people, it is called the'Heir of the Stars'." The Marquis of Camus took a deep breath and stared at a palace of heroic spirits. Floor tiles: "It is far more important than your age, your quality, your reputation, and even more than you."
"No one cares if you are a child."
Thyls, who was in a complicated mood, twitched his face, and couldn't help laughing.
Damn it.
These politicians.
"Don't be like a wronged girl, little prince," Nicolai hugged his arms and snorted coldly. "Courage and courage are the qualities most admired by the people of the North. If you even the first level Can't make it..."
"You know, not everyone is qualified to be your Majesty's alliance."
Tyles clenched his teeth.
"Hey," the second prince sneered: "This kind of alliance qualification review method is really rare."
"It's right to see it rarely," Nicolai shrugged, lowered his head to look at the prince of the stars, with a strange color in his eyes: "Welcome to the Northland."
The three were silent for a few seconds.
"So, did Nunn find his enemy? That Rumba collaborator and blamer?" Thales tried to calm down.
"At the same time, you are also your enemy," Marquis Schlesz smiled slightly: "Since the first side has been seen and the first step of the trap has been completed, then our follow-up plan is..."
"There is no follow-up."
Thyls is indifferent.
Sléace and Nicoleti were startled.
Tyles raised his head, the anger in his eyes had turned into determination.
Never follow their rules.
Otherwise...
The images of Serena Corleone and Charman Rumba flashed before his eyes.
...I don't know when it was sold.
"Noon's plan ends here," Thales heard himself say word by word, with depressed feelings: "I'm not that old man's doll, let him play it."
Slaes smiled ugly.
"What do you mean?" The temperature in Nicolai's eyes gradually cooled.
"Listen, if Nunn wants my help, he'd better respect my wishes and life!" Thales categorically confronted Nicolai's fierce eyes without flinching. Whatever comes down, you do as I said."
The leader of the Blade Guard closed his mouth and exhaled a rough breath from his nose.
"This is not the time for you to play your temper, little prince." Nicolai stared at Thales's eyes minimizing, and there was a deep chill in his eyes, his tone horrified: "Don't forget you are in Exeter. Longxiaocheng, far away from your king's father, your entourages are not around."
"The Palace of Valor is very dangerous, and many life-destructing spiritual stories happen here." Nicolai's eyes burned.
"No way, after all, I'm only seven years old," Thales ignored him, determined to take the initiative in his own hands: "You know, if I accidentally die here, then you..."
Nicolai interrupted him coldly: "We have countless ways to clean up disobedient children without endangering their lives."
"And don't forget," Nicolai turned his head, revealing the peculiarly shaped hilt behind him, and unabashedly threatened: "I'm very good at dealing with people surnamed Canxing, especially those with the'No. The person with the title of the second prince."
Thyls gritted his teeth secretly.
"You killed the Sword of Light on the battlefield eleven years ago, are you so complacent?" In Schlese's eyes, the traverser replied unceremoniously: "I have seen the battlefield and know that The battle...He was down by eleven wounds. You are just one of the hundreds of besiegers, and you just stabbed the last knife."
"Your glorious record is not much better than forcing a seven-year-old to commit suicide."
Nikolai looked at him silently, slowly lowering his arms, and the content on his face slowly changed from threats to killing intent.
"Okay, okay," Marquis Schlesz hurriedly approached between the two, smiling to complete the battle: "As an alliance, we shouldn't break the contract before the goal is reached...This is not a good way to make a deal."
"Maybe King Nunn should find another alliance," Thales replied coldly: "The one that can kill him at any time."
"This is not a star you can give orders, imperial kid," Nicolai sarcastically said: "You better figure this out."
"You must follow our instructions carefully..."
"How about this!" The second prince interrupted Nicolai.
Before Nicolai's scary face, Thales let out a laugh, and his expression instantly turned cold: "I'll go to the five princes and talk to them."
Slaes frowned.
"For example: King Nunn is looking for the murderer who killed his son, and you are all on his suspect list..."
The expressions of Nicolai and Shreis slowly changed.
Before Nicolai's murderous eyes and Sly's frowning brows, Thales threatened faintly:
"And in the end, no matter who he confirms, Nunn will cramp the other person."
"What happens then? By the way, the murderer is more vigilant, and Nunn's revenge fails-unless he wants to kill five princes at the same time."
"The next day, the murderer will go back to his territory and continue to be at ease, and his hatred will only deepen."
"Then, ten or eight years, wait until Nunn's death, wait until the king election meeting, wait for the new co-judgment king to be crowned..."
Tyles narrowed his eyes: "Good luck to the Walton family-I look forward to it, representing the stars in the future, establishing good diplomatic relations with the new king, and supporting him and the princes in handling Exter's internal affairs. ."
"For example, give Longxiao City without heirs to another ruling family?"
The faces of Nicolai and Shreis became more and more ugly.
"So, it's best to respect the future Supreme King of the stars, the people of the North." Thales snorted coldly: "In your terms... Carefully, do what I say..."
"Also, don't call me an imperial person. Every time you remind me, it makes me feel like I'm not in Exeter." Thales looked freely, and he raised his right index finger unceremoniously and tapped it in the air. , Leave a sentence that makes the leader of the Blade Guard look blue:
"It's in the great empire..."
"Northland Province."
The Prince of Stars ignored the two wonderful faces and turned away.
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"What are you looking at?"
On the streets of Kaiqu, Miranda turned to ask Cohen.
"It's nothing," Cohen muttered, retracting his vision from the alley. "I just saw a strange man in the alley with two swords on his waist..."
"Sword?" Miranda looked sternly: "Will it be our target? What does it look like?"
"He looks like...no, just didn't care too much," Cohen scratched his head desperately and frowned: "Can't remember his face..."
Miranda sighed: "Be alert, the big belt said, there have been some fresh faces here recently."
Just like us.
The two turned a corner and came to a cold butcher shop.
"Um... are you the boss here?" Cohen knocked on the big wooden window selling meat and asked the busy Far Easterner inside: "Mr. Gu...?"
The Far Easterner who chopped meat slowly raised his head.
Medium stature, flat eyebrows, straight hair and black eyes, no different from the Far Easterners in the stars—Cohen thought.
The Far Easterner glanced at the two of them, then lowered his head again to take care of his meat.
Cohen was taken aback, and continued to speak: "Hey..."
But the Far Easterner spoke directly, choking his words in his mouth.
"One silver coin in the city, two city weeks, one silver coin for the upper three districts, and another silver coin for the nobles and officials," the butcher shop owner, Gu cut a large bone on the chopping board and said expertly: "The earl is above Add two, the Grand Duke, the King and even the Temple, and two gold coins will jump."
"What?" Cohen gave a confused expression.
Miranda looked at Gu's chopping board thoughtfully.
"The price of intelligence," Gu said without looking up, speaking in his special Northland accent: "No bargaining."
"Huh?" Cohen frowned: "A silver coin?"
"If it's an offense, try to reconcile it in the middle." Gu ignored him and hung a piece of cut meat on the hook without any delay. "It depends on who you provoke. The average person has nine Silver coins, one Grivo, two Ullads, five merchants in Dragon Wing Square, two soldiers, three nobles or officials, counts and above, nothing can be done."
"If you provoke the temple or the king..." Gu wiped his hands, raised his dark gaze and glanced at the two of them: "Hurry up, don't come over with bad luck."
Cohen asked with all his doubts: "Why do merchants want five? More expensive than nobles? You know..."
The next moment, Gu raised his right hand and stopped Cohen's words.
Then, the butcher’s owner silently stretched out his left hand and spread it upward.
Cohen was stunned again.
But before Cohen could respond, Miranda stretched out her hand and took off the wallet from Cohen's waist.
"We would like to ask, what happened in this area recently, two swordsmen used to fight here..." Under Cohen's angry eyes, Miranda comfortably took out a Northland gold coin-engraved with resistance. Small metal disc with the head of Kaju and the dragon.
That was the money I exchanged for Caslan—Cohen rolled his eyes.
Miranda let go of her fingers calmly, and the gold coin fell into Gu's hand.
"It seems to be a generous foreign customer," Gu squinted, raised the gold coin in his hand, flicked the edge of the coin, and blew a whistle: "If it's just intelligence...I can't find zero."
"Take more as a tip." Miranda's tone remained the same, her eyes sharp: "As long as it is worth the money."
Tipping?
Cohen stared at the gold coin, then at Miranda, his eyes projected incredible:
Do you count, my eldest lady!
Gu chuckled, but the next sentence made the two of them startled at the same time: "No."
Miranda frowned: "What do you mean?"
"The information you want to ask about, what swordsmen fight, I have never heard of it." Gu shook his head:
"For the sake of gold coins, you can change the question."
Miranda turned her head to think deeply.
"Are there any new, strange swordsmen haunting there?" Cohen thought of what he had just seen and said in deep thought, "By the way, I seem to see a swordsman with two swords..."
Gu's eyes narrowed.
Two swords.
Weird swordsman.
He sighed slightly in his heart.
Is it you?
"Neither," Gu calmly put away the gold coins, lowered his head and continued busying his work: "Okay, the quota is used up, you can go."
The two were stunned.
The police officer and the eldest lady looked at each other inexplicably.
Miranda's eyes were full of irritation, while Cohen spread his hands.
Equivalent exchange... This principle does not work everywhere.
"You--" Miranda was about to speak, but was interrupted by Cohen.
The blonde police officer exhaled and laughed.
The next second, Cohen slapped a punch, banging it **** the window frame.
"Boom!"
Gu raised his head and looked at him with a bad look.
"I know that in many places of tension, such as on the battlefield, whether it is a bar or a shop, there is a rule," Cohen curled his mouth and looked at Gu with a cold face, with a sincere face: "Call' Lesson one', right?"
Gu didn't speak, but looked at him quietly.
"Newcomers and outsiders will be fooled for the first time, lose some money, and learn a lesson." Cohen tapped the window frame lightly.
"At the same time, I also test the details of the newcomers. The strong and the backstage will come to find the place, shake hands and make peace; is the weaker," Cohen closed his eyes and nodded: "After suffering, next time they will Be polite."
Cohen tilted his head, leaning against the window, smiling.
He learned the way he was just Gu and whistled:
"So, to be a boss, you usually have to have good eyesight~IndoMTL.com~ Don't find the wrong person."
Miranda looked at Cohen's veteran ruffian look, and smiled silently in her heart.
This fool.
I also learned a lot on the Western Front.
"Oh," Gu squinted and raised his mouth: "So, are you strong or strong in the background?"
"Perhaps both?" Cohen exhaled helplessly, showing the saber around his waist: "Since you have collected the money..."
Gu Qingqi shook his head: "I have already given you an answer."
"That is not our satisfactory answer, it is perfunctory." Miranda said coldly: "We don't want to be hard."
Gu raised his eyebrows.
As you can see from the action, both of them are ruthless characters.
The male is probably a fighter, good at frontal assault and battlefield techniques, and the female...
Strange, I can't tell.
The guys along the street are not blind—stealers, beggars, liars, and should not dare to move them.
However...
"Again, we are looking for a group of strange swordsmen, super-level up and down," Cohen said with a smile: "It has something to do with the black arms market, and the attacker is tough. Compared to the average swordsman...maybe slightly stronger."
Gu took a breath and sighed softly.
A bunch of strange swordsmen.
Really.
I almost thought it was coming to you.
Black sword.
The next moment, in the eyes of Miranda and Cohen, the Far Easterners smiled helplessly.
"Ullad is more familiar with black market trading than I am, but the group of people you are looking for..."
"Okay," Gu smiled, and calmly pulled up the deboning knife on the chopping board: "Here..."
"There are indeed a few strange people...have a bad temper. Don't get close to strangers..."
"The kind that holds a sword and uses the power of ending..."
Miranda and Cohen exchanged glances.