Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 81: The Way of the Northland

In the chamber of the Hall of Valor, from several princes to the close ministers around the king, even to the White Blade Guard and ordinary Valor Palace guards, they all stared at Duke Peffert.

Among them, the eyes from King Nunn are particularly terrifying.

Like a dragon that chooses people and eats in the legend.

The entourage behind Grand Duke Peffert turned pale, and many of them raised their heads, as if they had met for the first time, their eyes were full of shock and astonishment, and they looked at their lord in disbelief.

Thyls, who watched all this, sighed slightly: "Sometimes it’s not a good thing to walk too quickly."

Faced with all this, the young Grand Duke Paffitte just pursed his mouth and said nothing.

"Not only that." The commander of the Blade Guard behind him, Nicolai the Meteorite, looked at the Grand Duke coldly, with disdain in his eyes: "When the people we arranged at the city gate stopped them When..."

"These people from Fengzhao City did not intend to respond at all, but drew their swords," Nicolai's voice became lighter and lighter, and it became more and more disturbing: "Until I personally Killed the extreme guy among them."

The entourage of Fengzhao City looked at each other with ugly expressions, gritted their teeth and bowed their heads.

"Conkley? You?" Grand Duke Olesiu stared at Grand Duke Peffert in a daze: "I think Fengzhao City is the closest, and it has always been Longxiao City's most trusted arm..."

"Obviously, the facts are different from our guess." Trudida beside him breathed out helplessly: "Guess what, how will it end tonight?"

The king’s voice sounded timely:

"The end?" Nunn VII sneered, his eyes fixed on the silent Paffert: "Trust me, everyone..."

"The ending tonight will be terrible..."

No one answered.

Grand Duke Paffitte still bowed his head, saying nothing. ad_250_left();

"Boom!"

The cold-faced Grand Duke Ronnie slapped his hand on the table, and the sound echoed in the hall.

"We are from the North," Ronnie raised his head and looked at each prince, his voice filled with disappointment and resentment: "Not the southern empires who eat conspiracy and assassination!"

"Um," Thales curled his lips and whispered, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Speaking of this, it really surprised me," Grand Duke Trudida's eyes were cunning and playful: "Our little guest from the stars... are you really only seven years old?"

"A little poisonous snake," Olesiu stared at Thales coldly, "has a special feeling for conspiracy."

Tyles took a deep breath.

Conspiracy? Do not.

He secretly said in his heart.

From the assassination of the Exeter mission, to the war between the stars and the dragon, to the battle for the Broken Dragon Fortress, to the magic gun fired at oneself, to the rumba, to the Peffert... everything is connected.

That wave of volatility rushed to his brain at the right time, making Thales' thinking more swift and clear. As in the past, different elements and events were clearly listed in front of him.

"This is not a simple conspiracy." Thales heard himself say this.

"At the end of this year, a lot of things happened." The second prince of the stars closed his eyes and straightened things out one by one in his head. "For Exeter, there is nothing more like Prince Moral. Assassinated in the stars."

"However, this is not an isolated incident, but a whole set of terrible conspiracy chains, spanning the two largest countries in the Westland."

The scenes from the past reappeared before me.

The grim expression of the Duke of the North.

King Kessel's gaffeful growl.

The various eyes of the stars and princes.

Grand Duke Heisha's expressionless eyes.

The desperate mood of Nunn VII.

And now, the Exter in the Palace of Valor.

Thyls opened his eyes lightly, his eyes full of solemnity:

"This plan cleverly took advantage of the long-standing relationship between the two countries and was amplified by the "Fortress Peace Treaty", accumulating conflicts and hatred for more than ten years."

"The executors of the plan turned it into a sharp knife that pierced each other's domestics, trying to recast the structure of each other in the turmoil, and reshape the situation of Westland."

Everyone in the discussion hall fixed their eyes on the star prince, and even their breathing slowed down.

Only the deputy envoy behind Thales, Lord Putille Nieman frowned slightly, as if worried about something.

"First, kill Prince Morar in the territory of the stars, and then provoke a war between the stars and Exeter. The star royal family lost both in the internal fight with the domestic nobles, and King Kessel was sad in the defeat and condemnation. After abdicating, the guardian duke of the north, Val Allende, with the support of the crowd, withstands the glory of fighting against Exeter, and takes over the authority and crown of the Supreme King of the Stars."

Thyls lowered his head and spoke indifferently, as if to narrate something that had nothing to do with him.

"Like the two wings of a butterfly, this is just the wing in the stars, as for the one in Exeter..."

Grand Duke Peffert's fist clenched unconsciously.

Tyles' voice continues to come faintly:

"The death of Prince Morar deprived the Walton family of the hope of king selection. King Nunn’s anger was turned into the nourishment for war. The Grand Duke of Lombard sent troops outrageously in the name of revenge for the king. With the cooperation of the internal response, he conquered the northern territory of the stars and gained unprecedented prestige and benefits. In the end, the black sand-collared Grand Duke will return with the glory of the battlefield and successfully elect the king with overwhelming fame."

"After the plan is completed, the stars and dragons will replace their masters in mutual hatred and be reborn from the ashes."

Thyls paused, and closed softly:

"A smart, ambitious, adventurous, ambitious, terrible plan with creativity and courage."

The five grand princes have different expressions.

Ronnie's expression was heavy, Olesiu thought in shock, Trudida squinted at the others in the hall, and the bald old Lecco blinked, unable to discern his emotions.

Grand Duke Puffett's breathing gradually increased.

"Young man, think a lot, ambitious," Grand Duke Lecco's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he asked Puffett, "However, you have exposed yourself by assassinating the Star Prince without a single act?"

Paffert didn't answer him, but stared at the ground in a daze, as if everything around him didn't exist at all.

"I think this is not an unnecessary act-he had to do it." Thales raised his eyebrows: "I just figured out this: the assassination of me in front of the fortress was for complete destruction. Rumba."

Grand Duke Lecco turned to him.

"According to the original plan, Rumba will ascend to the throne and become King Chaman-I don't know what this name is." Thales turned to Paffert:

"And you, Lord Paffert, are his most secret collaborator in Exeter."

Finally, Peffert raised his head, but didn't look at anyone.

"The problem is, this plan failed in the first ring." Thales sighed.

"Prince Morar was assassinated, but the inner response of the stars failed-my appearance prevented the Duke of the North from starting the war as planned," he frowned, thinking of the various things in the revival palace, and then Sonia and Araka in the fortress, "Rumba also failed to integrate the power of the three great princes in the south to invade the stars, let alone the Broken Dragon Fortress-the war between the stars and the dragon can't be fought at all!"

"The Grand Duke of Lombard can't take the glory of conquering the north of the stars to take the crown that he is determined to win."

Grand Duke Puffett exhaled softly, letting out a deep gasp.

"The worse thing is... With Val Allende's failure on the stars, Charman Rumba's conspiracy was exposed," Thales gave a wry smile: "The angry King Nunn will come to seek him. Revenge will cost Rumba and Black Sand collar."

"Ah," after the long table, King Nunn stroked the black ring on his hand, seeming to add casually: "Isn't it?"

The princes exchanged glances.

"So," Thales nodded: "Rumba is destined to be over. His Majesty Nunn and Longxiao City will not let him go."

Under the gazes of the princes, he gestured to the expressionless Puffy head.

"In this case, if Rumba is really pushed to a desperate situation-how can Rumba's collaborators be alone? According to Rumba's temperament, he will definitely drag the collaborators to hell," Thales shook his head :

"For his own survival, Grand Duke Peffert must first act to eliminate the past collaborators and future threats thoroughly..."

The long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie gave a cold snort.

"Once the star prince dies in the black sand collar, Rumba is stained with the blood of the star prince..." Thales walked back to Putila's side and sneered: "That is for the throne of the stars, even in Your Majesty Nunn Before doing it, the princes of the stars will come in waves, tearing the rumba and the black sand collar to pieces-I think other princes are also happy to see it."

"You will be completely safe."

The voice of the star prince fell.

In the hall, many people sighed with different intentions. They were playful, regretful, sad, unhappy, and angry.

The next second, the young Grand Duke, Paffitte finally turned his head slowly, and with his indifferent eyes that were no longer gentle and friendly, he went back and forth on Thales, and then looked back at the other end of the long table in front of him. Of Nunn VII.

"Flap, pop, pop..."

A slow and rhythmic applause sounded from the other end of the long table.

King Nunn clapped blankly.

But no one should talk to him.

"This is worth applauding," the old king said in a disturbing rhythm and tone while applauding: "For our stars guests..."

Tyles rolled his eyes helplessly--he could feel that there was a lot of thought and fear in the eyes looking at him in the hall.

"Also for you, the ally of the Walton family, the leader of the Peffert family, and my most trusted Grand Duke of Fengzhao City, Conkley Peffert."

The eyes of the king and the prince of Fengzhao city together, finally met in the air.

One is complicated and angry, and the other is numb and indifferent.

"Say something, Conkley," King Nunn's voice became dull and suppressed, echoing in the fire-lit chamber, giving people an inexplicable sense of suffocation: "You can't say it anymore. Before talking."

"At least, can you try to choose your own way of death?"

Grand Duke Peffert suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a dark and terrible smile.

"How to die?" he murmured.

Behind Peffert, a disarmed entourage whispered with worry on his face: "My lord, maybe we should..."

The next moment, Paffett turned his face and said to his subordinates with a full face:

"Shut up."

The follower stopped talking and sighed.

Paffert turned his head, his facial muscles twitched, his teeth clenched, his expression constantly changing in irritation and anger.

"Huh." The young grand prince sneered.

"You want me to say something..." The young prince's laughter grew longer and longer.

Thyls frowned.

King Nunn's expression remained unchanged.

"Hahaha," Puffett shook his head mockingly, "What else can I say?"

The next moment, he turned around abruptly, his eyes like a falcon, and he scanned the audience sharply.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Paffert's indifferent words made everyone's expressions change.

"I received your Majesty’s invitation to come to Longxiao City to discuss major issues related to the relationship between the two countries," Peffert looked around with a sneer, and reached out to Thales: "Then, I respect the most. Unable to resist the king, unite an enemy prince with blood and blood and accuse me of murdering Prince Morar?"

"And what's the reason?" Puffett looked back abruptly, with a hideous expression on his face, which frightened Thales.

"Just because I want to leave the banquet early? Because I want to get back to the territory sooner? Because my people have unnecessary conflicts with the Blade Guard at night? I also sacrificed an extreme guard!"

Paffert panted, and slammed his chest hard.

"This is shameless slander!"

"Fuck you, Perfit!" A subject next to the king snorted disdainfully: "The coward's defense!"

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"We all heard the kid's words and saw your reaction. Even now, do you still have to quibble?" Olesiu frowned, "Don't forget, you are from the North."

"Sophistry?" Puffett asked in a loud voice, his eyes widening, looking crazy.

"From the beginning to the present, this **** kid has been talking nonsense all by himself!" Peffert pointed at Thales and roared loudly:

"And you idiots, being played by him alone, by a prince of the stars, by the remnants of an empire!"

Tyles shrugged helplessly, and looked at Putila behind him.

The Marquis Schlese next to him whispered with a smile on his face: "Wow-I can see this scene in the court of Exter, it's a show worth the travel expenses."

Paffert turned around and looked at King Nunn with annoyance.

"I murdered Prince Moral?"

"Do I work with Rumba?"

"I led the assassination of this kid?"

The Grand Duke shouted angrily with twisted face

"Is there any evidence!"

"Everyone knows that Moral and I are about the same age and have a lot of friendship. What reason do I have for murdering him?" The words of the young grand prince made other people frown and whispered: "As you said, Ole Grand Duke Xiu, the Peffert family is the most powerful support of the Walton family!"

King Nunn watched Grand Duke Peffert's actions without saying a word, but his eyes grew colder.

"And you, the great and stupid Majesty Nunn VII, are you going to execute me here?" Peffert shouted at everyone: "Just use this ridiculous and absurd charge? Just because I want to Return to the territory soon?"

"Just because of this **** kid's bullshit?"

"If I die here," Grand Duke Paffert panted heavily, raised his right index finger, gritted his teeth and said: "Paffert will not forget, Fengzhaocheng will not forget..."

"Northland will never forget!"

Puffett roared frantically in all the frowns:

"Everyone will know that the king whose heirs are severed, and Walton, who is in desperate situation, is already crazy! He is partial to treacherous nephews and enemies, persecuting loyal officials and friends, for no reason, no evidence, no reason Accuse me and openly slaughter the Grand Duke in Longxiao City!"

"Everyone will know that this violates Nekaru's co-governance oath!"

The other princes watched his performance silently, with sadness in their eyes.

Paffett adjusted his breathing, threatening in his words: "After I die, my brother will inherit the position of the Grand Duke, and the Paffett family will face Longxiao City..."

But at this moment, King Nunn's applause rang again.

Interrupting Peffert's words, making him startled slightly.

"A good attempt," the old and thick voice of King Nunn contained a deep chill: "Fortunately, I always thought you were a polite sissy."

"I underestimated you. It seems that you are still a good actor-you should go to Dragon Kiss Academy or Temple of Dark Night, not here."

"Bah, this is basically your deliberate plan to kill me and weaken the princes," Grand Duke Peffert retaliated fiercely to his king: "Besides speculation and slander, do you have any evidence?"

King Nunn sneered.

"Of course, maybe you have lost your mind long ago, don't care about the evidence, don't care who the murderer is, just want to weaken us princes!"

Paffett raised his hands, exposed his chest, gritted his teeth and stared at the king: "What are you waiting for, come and kill me!"

"Let the Exeters see what kind of king they have!"

"When I get to the prison river, I will tell Moral," Peffert gritted his teeth and said every word: "His father went crazy after he died—Walton died like this In this generation!"

"Boom!"

Hearing the name of the dead son, King Nunn's fist hit the table.

Paffett ignored him.

"And you, sit and watch this unproven trial, you who are sitting and watching all of this," Puffett turned around and scanned every prince, with anger in his eyes: "It's the next one!"

Grand Duke Ronnie shook his head disdainfully, his eyes revealed disgust.

Trudida with the lid of the pot smiled friendly at him, showing eight teeth.

Olesiu looked back at the young prince without a word.

Grand Duke Lecco didn't even lift his head, and seemed to be particularly interested in the long table in front of him.

The courtiers and advisers around the king showed thoughtful expressions.

They are not the only ones who realize the problem.

Thyls, who was watching, also frowned slightly: Although Perfitt seemed to be making the final struggle with sophistry, he was not unreasonable.

A great prince came to Longxiao City, but was executed by the king...

What would the people think? How would Fengzhaocheng react? Are the princes really indifferent?

Moreover.

Although everyone knows it is him, it is Puffett.

There is indeed no evidence.

Unless Rumba comes forward and recognizes Peffert while confessing the crime.

Thyls' worried eyes kept going back and forth between the tense face of Puffett and the harsh face of the old king.

What should I do?

The king will really desperate to execute...

While everyone was thinking, King Nunn finally spoke.

"Evidence?"

The old king raised his head, opened his mouth and laughed.

"Hahahaha..."

Paffert was startled slightly, and the princes looked at him puzzled.

"When do I need evidence?" Nunn VII's tone slowly rose: "I only need reason, only truth."

Paffert exhaled from his nose and sneered.

"Hmph, a typical tyrant, Nikaru will also be ashamed of you," he squinted: "The evil habits of the empire reappear in you--maybe this is..."

"Nikaru?"

King Nunn did not let him go on.

"When Necaru Axe is dying," the old king squeezed his right fist and snorted:

"His nephew and heir, later Nunn Walton I, in front of his bed, under the witness of the Sky Queen, made an oath to the human hero as heir."

"The last sentence in his oath later became Walton and became the language of the Dragon Spear family."

"Yes," Under the full field of sight, King Nunn VII lowered his voice and solemnly said slowly: "I am the son of the north, the way to the north, (son_of_northland, _way_of_northland)."

Grand Duke Puffett was slightly startled, revealing doubts.

"Since we are from the Northland," King Nunn clenched his fists, projecting anger in his eyes, but suppressed his emotions, and continued to solemnly and solemnly:

"You should follow the way of the North."

Everyone's expressions changed at once.

Thyls thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale.

King Nunn patted his palms.

Two footnotes came slowly from outside the hall.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the two new figures.

Thyls saw the incoming person clearly, frowned, and looked at Putila.

Putila narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly at him.

Paffert stared at the visitor in a daze.

"Come and meet our dear intelligence chief," King Nunn raised his hand and introduced the newcomer:

"Mrs. Kashan."

In Thales' solemn gaze, an old woman he had met before smiled gently, and gave a small bow to the princes.

The arrival of the red witch, the master of the dark room, made the princes frown.

What does this mean?

Ignoring the faces of everyone, the king pointed to a woman wearing a silver-white robe and shrouded her face under the veil, and continued to say coldly: "There is also the chief priest of the Haoyue Temple, Jewell Holm."

Thyls was taken aback.

He saw the mark on the other's body: a pair of moons inlaid together, a crescent moon and a full moon.

The chief priest of the Haoyue Temple?

Priest Holm did not express anything, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

But neither the princes nor the king showed any sorrow, as if they should have been.

This makes Thales can't help but think of the Temple of Sunset in the stars, the chief priest of Li Xiya.

God.

What role does it play in this world?

"What do you mean?" Puffett looked sullenly, staring at the king.

"What do you mean?" The old King Nunn sneered and slapped his palm on the long table: "His Lord Holm, naturally came to witness... It is night now, and it would be better to have the Goddess Haoyue witness it. ."

Paffert seems to have guessed something. The young grand prince only felt his throat dry, only to hear him hoarsely: "Witness... what to witness?"

"What to witness?"

The old king smiled with anger, then turned to the prince of stars: "Little Thales, take a good look..."

Thyls was shocked, and recovered from his thoughts.

Just listen to King Nunn’s indifferent words:

"The ancient rituals of the Northland cannot be put forward casually-it requires a sufficient number of witnesses, sufficient sacred etiquette, and sufficient arbitrators to witness jointly in order to be effective."

An ancient ceremony in the Northland?

Thyls looked at the elderly Nunn VII blankly, shocked for a while.

No way?

Could it be that...

The expressions of the princes and the subjects were equally surprised, and even many people's eyes showed panic and panic.

"Your Majesty?" a nobleman beside the king frowned.

But Nunn VII did not give them any opportunity to inquire.

The next moment, King Nunn shakes his right palm and slaps him on the seat!

"Boom!"

Everyone was taken aback.

I saw Exeter, an old king who was nearly seventy years old, suddenly got up, his face was full of hatred and murder, and in his thunderous old voice, he uttered the following words:

"I, Nunn Nikaru Kadien Walton, together I named Nunn in the genealogy of kings~IndoMTL.com~ King of Dragoons and Hero Nikaru, Hero Sara Successor of .

The co-owner of the Northlanders of the Western Continent, the guard of the glacier defense line.

The defender of northern humans, the conqueror of Baishan.

Arbiter of the Golden Corridor, conqueror of Broken Dragon Fortress.

The thirty-fifth king of the Exeter Kingdom and the Quegur Glacier, the Grand Duke of Dragon City. "

"In the spokesperson of the Goddess of Haoyue, in the imperial meeting, under the witness of Duke Weilan, Duke Reconstructed Tower, Duke Qiyuan City, Duke Guarding City, and the only royal heir of the Star Kingdom;"

Thyls stared at the king's actions in a daze, at a loss.

Also shocked were the princes, including Puffett himself.

The king continued to speak, with chilling resentment and pain:

"For my son, Moral Bertram Nunn Walton, the last heir to the Walton family and Dragon City, for the despicable assassination he suffered."

"Under the glorious tradition of the Northland, in the name of blood relatives revenge."

"To you, Conkley Perfeet of Fengzhao City..."

"Send a sacred duel challenge."

The old king's words were firm, looking at the dazed young grand prince, he uttered the last words:

"The duel was issued in the name of the king."

"You can't refuse."