Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 91: Suriel’s death

Exter, Dragon City, Palace of Heroes.

The official of Nunn VII, Lord Byrne Mikel stood quietly in the corridor outside the Hall of Heroes, looking at the slowly increasing snow outside the stone window, thoughtfully.

The soldiers of the Blade Guard guarded all around, with sharp eyes.

Melke no longer remembers how many times he had watched the falling snow in the north in this way during his forty years of life.

The captain of the king's guard, the current leader of the Blade Guard, Nicolai the Meteorite, came from behind and stood beside him.

Lord Mike did not look back: "This year's extreme cold, I guess it will be cold enough."

"Yes, old man," Nicolai looked at the heavy snow outside the window, narrowed his eyes, and showed a strange smile:

"Do you remember the days when we first arrived in the Blade Guard, training in the extreme cold and snowy weather?"

"Of course," Lord Mike, who has been an official for many years, remembered the past and smiled slightly: "Caslan is just like you now. He has a stinky face every day, training us to death... Call him'Bingberg', and even when he talks in sleep every night, he curses him for dying early or failing to get his wife."

"Until his mother-in-law came to see him in the barracks," Nicolai laughed haha, "Look Monty's eyes straight... God knows how the "Bingberg" mother-in-law can be so beautiful, it's really unfair!"

Milk's eyes floated to the distance▽long▽wind▽wen▽learning, ww▲w.cfw↙x.n♂et.

Yes.

He still remembers that when he first arrived in the Blade Guard more than twenty years ago, the famous "earthshaking" commander, Kaslan Rumba, used a whip to chase their group of "recruits" at four in the morning. Even if the person who can be selected for the White Blade Guard in the extreme cold outdoors, he must be a man with iron blood on the front line.

"Is it cold? North wind and severe cold? This is the most generous gift from the Lord of the Mountains to the people of the North! They make you stronger, harder, and more unstoppable!" This is Kaslan At that time.

Melke still remembers the old boss’s huge body comparable to a snow bear, and his fierce face covered in frost and snow: "Don’t dare, take my clothes off and run to the finish line. Prepare hot water. If you can’t run within half an hour, let’s freeze to death on the road!"

Thinking of this, Mike's eyes moved, and he asked Nicolai: "Are you still continuing the'meeting ceremony'? All the new guards have to run around naked in the extreme cold? "

"Of course, we were so miserable back then," Nicolai said with a chuckle: "If you don't let the newcomer experience it, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Milk looked at him and smiled.

At that time, the almost invincible legend Kaslan in the White Blade Guard was in his prime, and "Blood Hammer" Dominic had not yet died in the White Mountains. He always had his signature hateful smile and smiled to help them a few times. , "The Unextinguished Fire" Tylund still carried his silver and black unmoving bow, making every move awe-inspiring.

At that time, three of the future "five warriors" gathered here: Seri Nicolai was a big **** who looked unpleasant to see, and he had not obtained his "meteorite" under the fortress. "The nickname of ", and no one believes that this always-beaten thorn can become Kaslan’s successor in the future. Later, Isaiah Solian, nicknamed "Thorn Wind," was picked up for complaining about food every day. Everyone named the "Prince of the Guard". Seven years later, he will usher in the handed down battle that shined at the 38th post; probably no one will believe that the terrible "Death Crow" Ned Mon Di, he was a nasty crossbowman who was full of vulgar words, a pair of thief eyes glanced around, and it was okay to like a country crossbow nagging the size of a girl's ass.

They are all young and passionate fighters, one is more proud than one, and the other is more impulsive. Mike still remembers that Nicolai was tied to a stake in front of all the guards because he refused to obey orders. , Was groaned by Kaslan's barbed whip, biting on wood chips.

Under the cruel hands of Kaslan, they were forged into His Majesty Nunn's most reliable sharp knife, the most solid dragon's guard, they are in the glacial defense line of the sentry collar, in the deep valley battlefield of the Baishan, in the complex Golden Corridor, in the tragic Broken Dragon Fortress, the **** battle, leaving the remains of countless colleagues, weeping and mourning when they failed, singing war hymns in fierce battles, drinking sever after victory, and finally engraving his name on The platinum page of "Book" is on the same page as those of the Northland heroes since the ancient empire.

In those days, it was like a dream.

Of course, there was also the young man with a hearty smile, hiding his identity and training with them, who had fought himself for a bowl of broth.

That bastard.

Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but smile, then his eyes darkened.

Melke sighed: Now, even his daughter is twenty years old.

At this time, Nicolai sighed: "The time has come."

Melke took his thoughts back to the deepest heart. He turned around and bowed slightly to the two small figures beside him: "Please come with me, Miss Alex."

"It's past four o'clock in the morning!" Dressed in a thick robe, Alex Walton, a beautiful girl who was just pulled up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes with one hand, and put his hand on With enthusiasm in front of his mouth, his face was full of anger and said: "Is there anything I can't say tomorrow morning?"

Lord Mike looked at Alex's appearance and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

This girl is too spoiled.

So that the temper is like the daughters of those merchants, or the nouveau riche.

This is not a good thing especially she is the last line of the Walton family, even though she is a girl.

"I said that this is your majesty's order," the Lord nodded blankly: "And please believe me, the next thing is very important to your future, noble lady."

The king's granddaughter turned her head and snorted coldly, expressing her unhappiness and anger at the moment.

Alex tightened his robe, then glanced behind him, his immature tone was full of dissatisfaction: "But why bring her to this lowly maid!"

Melke frowned slightly.

Behind Alex, a thin girl with thin clothes, platinum blonde hair, thick black glasses, shivering in the midnight cold wind, took a timid step back.

"It is still your majesty's order," Lord Mike replied lightly: "We must obey."

Alex stopped talking. She glared at the little slipper behind her, who clasped her arm aggrievedly.

Melke nodded, and led the two little girls towards the hall of heroes.

Alex yawned, raised his head proudly, and his little slicked head shrank and followed at the same pace. He occasionally caught a glimpse of a fierce Blade Guard soldier, and would take a small step back in fear.

At this moment, Nicolai behind Michael suddenly called out and stopped him.

"Byrne, remember that we once held a hand-to-hand blade and issued our own sacred oath to the "Book of Heirs"," Nicolai took a deep breath, eyes full of nostalgia for the past: "The last few Sentence?"

Melke thinks Nicolai today is a little strange that he is not so nostalgic.

Milk stared straight at Nicolai, trying to find something in the face of an old friend.

"Of course," but the training that year had deepened his instincts, so Mike still chuckled, then scowled, saying every word: "My blood is an oath, my body is a credence, my blade As proof, my soul is a sacrifice..."

Nicollet's eyes flashed, he nodded, and together with Mike, he said with a complex expression: "Fight against a powerful enemy, before a hundred wars, until the blood runs out."

The members of the White Blade Guard next to the two suddenly looked serious, and they unanimously pressed their fists to their hearts.

"Defend life, fearlessly sacrifice until the extinction of mankind."

The waiting Alex rolled his eyes and exhaled impatiently.

On the contrary, the little slicker beside him looked at the stern-faced Blade Guards, eyes full of excitement.

"Guard the future, glorify faith, until the sun and the moon dim."

"This is a new oath for the hand-to-hand," Xiao Skato couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "In 1386 of the imperial calendar, Ser Allend retrieved the "Handed-on Handbook", and he rebuilt the famous hand-to-hand guard. Combining the old hand-in-hand oath and the knight canonization oath of the Empire..."

"Shut up, idiot!" Alex interrupted her viciously: "You are annoying."

Xiao Huatou's eyes were red, and she bowed her head deeply.

Nicolai and Mike look at each other and recite the last sentence in unison:

"Inheriting hope, blooming glory, until all things sleep forever."

The two were silent for a while, then smiled at each other.

Melke nodded, and he took the two little girls into the Hall of Heroes.

And his most respected man, King Nunn VII, who had just experienced a duel, was sitting on the steps at the edge of the hall.

Beside the king, sat the young and premature prince Thales Stars with the star that made the ministers talk about.

It's just that the two of them are silent, in a bad mood, and seem to have had an unpleasant conversation.

Melke brought two doubting little girls to the king's front.

"Your Majesty," the official nodded to the king and gave a hand to the side: "Miss Alex."

Thyls raised his head.

What's the matter?

He looked at Alex with brown hair and blue eyes in amazement, and the little slicker behind her, who didn't dare to take a mouthful, seemed shocked by the situation before him.

Alex felt his gaze, and the teenage girl unceremoniously glared back at Prince Star, causing Thales to frown slightly.

This is...

My future wife?

Thyls, who was disturbed by the secret just now, turned his head involuntarily and sighed.

This move made Alex pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" Alex Walton, the only remaining direct female bloodline of Grand Duke Longxiao City, raised his mouth and said to the plain-faced King Nuen: "I'm very tired now... "

Little Slick hid behind Alex. She poked her head out and looked at Thales with dim eyes carefully and curiously.

That boy...what happened to him?

Not happy?

Nun VII did not answer his granddaughter's words, he just took another glass of wine from the barrel beside him and took a sip.

"Melke," the old king said in the vicissitudes of life: "My granddaughter will marry this kid."

"As the former White Blade Guard and my officer, what would you do?"

Melke frowned slightly.

Although I had expected it, when I heard it...

"What!"

Miss Walton's exclamation sounded.

Alex's small eyes were bigger than her mouth, and she looked up and down Thales in disbelief: "Grandpa, you want me to marry... this... this..."

"Want him to be my husband?" Alex's breathing accelerated, and she watched the boy who was listless Thales met in the library this afternoon and taught her on the spot, feeling aggrieved in her heart.

"He is thin and small, he is not taller than me!" Alex turned his head angrily, and said to his grandfather anxiously: "It's almost the same for Xiao Huatou to marry him!"

The little slicker behind her turned pale and shivered again.

"Come on, Miss Alex," Thales was in a bad mood. He didn't have much energy to maintain his relationship with a teenage girl. He didn't look up, and said flatly: "Marry you It’s not something to be happy about."

Alex was taken aback, then turned into anger: "You..."

But at this moment, Mike's voice came in time and interrupted Alex who was about to lose his temper.

"Although the distinguished Royal Highness Thales is from the stars, but if this is your wish," Lord Mikey bowed his head respectfully, while quietly reminding Alex: "I will be loyal to him. As if I am loyal to Miss Alex."

King Nunn watched him for three seconds.

"Yes," King Nunn turned his head and said to Thales: "I believe you have seen it. This is when Byrne Melk was still in the Blade Guard, he was the most trusted by Suriel. 'S subordinates."

Suriel?

Tyles' expression moved.

Is it the eldest son of King Nunn?

He raised his head to look at Mike, who also turned his head and nodded respectfully to him.

Alex, angrily still speaking, was forced back by a stern look in his eyes.

It seems that Thales silently said in his heart that this bad-tempered eldest lady still listened to the words of her father's former subordinate.

"Then, in order to thank you for your help, and to prove that we no longer have hostility and contradiction, according to the customs of the North," King Nunn squinted his eyes, he raised the wine glass and put it in Thailand. In front of Els: "Take a sip from my glass, Star and Walton. We will be friends ever since."

Thyls frowned and looked at the old king with doubts.

What is he doing?

Reaffirm my identity to Alex and Mike? Or the relationship between us?

Is this necessary?

The prince of the stars thought for a few seconds and sighed: "You know, Rumba in the black sand collar did the same thing and pushed a glass of wine in front of me and invited me to form an alliance with him, but I refused. "

"A wise choice," King Nunn said with a funny expression: "What about now?"

Under King Nunn’s compelling gaze, Thales pursed his lips.

"Don't you wait until tomorrow, you release the letter crow, and wait for my father to reply?" Thales asked tentatively: "If my father has other opinions..."

"It was between me and your father," King Nunn's firm eyes proved his serious and serious attitude, "but you are you, Thales, not Kessel Canxing His son, or the second prince of the Star Kingdom, has nothing to do with whether you will marry my granddaughter or whether the Star has nothing to do with Walton Alliance."

"I'm only asking about your attitude, Thales," the old king raised his glass, his eyes burning: "Are you willing to dispel the hostility with me, dispel the hostility with the Walton family?"

"It's just you."

Thyls moved in his heart.

He suddenly realized that this was the first time after becoming a prince that someone had just asked "Tyles" in such a formal way.

Not any old or important title with the word "Tyles" in it.

Thyls looked at King Nunn.

Finally, the star prince sighed.

"Of course." Thales silently took the king's glass with both hands and looked at the half glass of rye inside.

Under Mike's cautious eyes, Alex's bulging face, and Xiao Slick's curious and nervous eyes, the old king smiled.

Tyles closed his eyes and took a small sip in his mouth.

He thought he had already anticipated the alcoholic beverages of this world. There are often different drinks in the kitchen of Yala’s Sunset Bar. Thales has a lot of pokes here, digs there, but until this sip After pouring down his throat and stomach, he realized that even in this world, wine is not the same as wine.

At least, the rye ale for King Exter is really...

"Cough cough cough..." Thales smashed the glass on the steps and started coughing violently!

The spicy mellow alcohol smell surged up, through his throat, mouth, and nose, to his brain!

In the past life in the memory fragment, he belongs to the type of drinking as soon as he dips. Thales doesn't know if this body in this world will be better, but he at least knows that he is definitely not suitable for rye spirits!

"Ahem..." Thales flushed with a cough and tears came out.

"Hahaha," Nunn looked at him and laughed bravely: "Maybe we should start with something lighter."

Thyls felt a fever on his face.

"It's okay...Caslan told me," Thales finally adjusted himself, his face was bitter, he looked at the wine glass, snorted, shook his head and said: "Children don’t drink, but they don’t grow up. Big."

Melke's expression moved.

Caslan?

Hearing the name, King Nunn's smile suddenly stopped.

Xiao Qiantou seemed to have heard the name, only to see her eyes lit up behind her glasses, staring at Thales with radiance.

The king has a subtle expression and looks at Thales strangely: "Caslan?"

"The old man who led the wine seller in Heisha?"

The smell of alcohol slowly left Thales's nose and mouth, and he gave a guilty smile.

Did I say something wrong?

"Um," he hesitated under King Nunn's gaze: "I heard Putila said that he was once your guard captain and the previous commander of the Blade Guard."

King Nunn's eyes stopped on his face, making the latter quite embarrassed.

Until the king's voice sounded again.

"Exter's best ever," King Nunn sighed, "Although that is not fair to Nicolai."

Lord Michael, who was standing aside, nodded slightly, and at the same time used a warning-like look again to frighten Alex, who was hanging aside, crying and about to happen.

King Nunn groaned: "Kaslan, have you seen him...he mentioned me to you?"

"Yes," Thales smiled blankly, and nodded: "Caslan said, you used to be a good king."

Nun VII was taken aback for a moment, but then he slapped his thigh and laughed: "Hahahahaha!"

"'Once'?" King Nunn quickly grasped the key word, and saw him laugh out loud without any scruples, "This word is so good!"

Tyles was taken aback, shrugged helplessly.

The king's laughter echoed in the empty hall.

Melke lowered his head slightly.

King Nunn stopped laughing, he exhaled, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

"Go ahead, what did the old guy say about me?" King Nunn grinned and asked.

"He said," Thales carefully observed King Nunn’s face: "You are also a human, you will be old, and you will be confused by slander and coquettish, and a day dominated by desire and impulse. ."

The smile on the king's face disappeared.

His eyes flickered several times and his expression was uncertain.

Thyles was also upset.

Finally, King Nunn let out a long sigh: "I can't say he is wrong."

The silence returned to the scene.

"Now, Thales, why not invite our beautiful lady to have a drink too?" King Nunn said suddenly, he raised the glass and handed it to Thales, and then nodded slightly in the direction of Alex : "In view of your future relationship."

Thyls, who took the glass, couldn't help being taken aback.

What's going on here?

Let the eldest lady who looks so arrogant... drink?

Lord Mike, who was watching, also showed doubts.

"Huh?" Alex's face changed. She looked at Thales in horror, then looked at the iron wine glass, and then shook her head resolutely: "No, grandpa, I don't want..."

Wang Nunn looked at her quietly, his eyes cold.

Alex seemed to be frightened by the old king's eyes, and her voice slowly weakened.

But the king's granddaughter seemed to refuse to give up. She frowned, her eyes lit up suddenly, and she turned around and pulled Xiao Shui head over: "She! Let her drink! Anyway, she is my maid!"

The unprepared little slippery head was suddenly pulled out by Alex. The little girl in glasses looked at King Nunn and Thales in horror, almost crying: "I...that... No..."

Tyles narrowed his eyes and looked at all of this puzzled.

At this moment, Mike's voice sounded in due course:

"Miss Alex!"

The king’s official looked at Alex sternly, with an irresistible anger in his eyes: "This is the end of the nonsense!"

Alex's voice suddenly stagnated, and she seemed to wince in fear.

"That's your grandfather, and your king is his order!" Mike unceremoniously pulled Alex away: "Go, follow his orders, whether it's wine..."

"It's still your marriage."

Under the stern lesson of Mike and the urge of King Nunn's eyes, Alex took a step forward with great grievance.

She reluctantly took Thales' wine glass, her eyes were red, and she gave the innocent Thales a vicious look, and looked at King Nunn pitifully, but the latter made nothing.

Thyls spread his hands, expressing powerlessness.

Alex, who couldn't help it, pouted, and poured his stomach into his stomach in pain and anger.

Alex threw down his glass angrily, glared at Thales, and a few seconds later he was coughing so badly.

The king gave a chuckle.

"Melke, this reminds me of Surir’s drinking," King Nunn laughed. "I once heard Kaslan say that when he was training in the Blade Guard, he drank a lot of people. ."

"Yes," Mike also laughed, and he nodded: "His Royal Highness Suriel...he is very bold and can drink."

"Yes, I remember, you have a very good relationship with him?" King Nunn raised his head and looked at Mike, with nostalgia in his eyes.

"We met when you let him go incognito for training in the Blade Guard," Mike smiled slightly, and he nodded: "He is not only a prince, but also my fellow robe and friend. I still remember his hearty laugh."

King Nunn curled his mouth.

Tyles ignored Alex’s dissatisfied eyes. He looked at the prince’s eldest son Suril Walton, who was nostalgic for the past, and began to wonder: Should I go now?

"Yeah, he is a guy who likes to laugh. He looks a lot like me."

"Unfortunately, he just married a wife who was frowning all day long," King Nunn sighed, "I still remember that every time the couple ate in front of me, they didn't even look at each other. ."

"Mrs. Adele is from the Vine City in the southwest of Comus, where the climate is warm and humid. She is still the daughter of the Marquis of One City, and is not very used to the hard life in the North." Lord Melk looked at Alek. Si glanced at it and sighed, "Miss Alex, obviously inherited many characteristics of her mother."

Alex pouted for the third time.

King Nunn snorted lightly.

"Tyles," just as Thales was about to leave, King Nunn suddenly raised his head and looked at him coldly: "I told you that my eldest son did not die by accident. He died by Assassination."

Melke's face moved slightly.

Suriel?

He looked at Thales and then at King Nunn, seemingly hesitant to speak.

And the next sentence of the old king made Mike a real excitement.

"Tell him, Mike," King Nunn said lightly: "My son, how did Suriel died."

Thyls held his breath, looked at Mike, new doubts popped up in his heart.

Not quite right.

The king's eldest son? Why mention things from so many years ago?

Besides, King Nunn’s turn is not natural. Did he mention this topic on purpose?

Alex seemed to know the seriousness of this topic, and she also calmed down, her expression slightly fearful.

"Your Majesty," Lord Michael objected with an ugly face: "As His Royal Highness Thales..."

But King Nunn interrupted him.

"Tell him! He needs to know," the old king grabbed the wine glass on the ground with a cold expression on his face: "From the process to the result."

Milk stared blankly at King Nunn's expression, which had become very serious and terrifying.

Alex, who felt that the atmosphere was not right, lowered his head and took a step back, and touched Xiao Shang.

"What's the matter?" Thales carefully controlled his tone: "Your Majesty, you just said, the assassin from the stars, right?"

Melke was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Thales to know it.

King Nunn gave Mike a majestic look.

Tyles rolled his eyes, observing the situation, regretted not having slipped early.

It seems that the atmosphere is not so good.

The official sighed, and finally said:

"At the turn of summer and autumn twelve years ago, Prince Suril took Mrs. Adele and Miss Alex, who was less than one year old, out of Longxiao City to play."

"Because I was responsible for the safety of Prince Suril, Nicolai assigned me to take a team of blade guards to defend them." Mike lowered his eyelids, his voice was low and painful, it seemed that paragraph The memory is very unbearable: "But the accident still happened."

Thyls said nothing, listening quietly.

"I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. Harold Rumba took office as the eldest son of Duke Black Sands. He was a guest in Longxiao City, and he went to the same place to hunt," Mike said, slowing down. He sighed, but the words began to tremble slightly, "That assassin... is in Harold's entourage."

"The Assassin sneaked under Mrs. Adele's carriage and waited for Prince Suril, who had talked with Harold, to return, and then..."

Milk clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and exhaled.

King Nunn was silent, sitting blankly on the steps, his eyes full of numbness.

"I shot a signal crossbow for help," Thales could see that the day Mike had experienced must have been quite painful and difficult. The latter closed his eyes and his face twitched: "Nikole was intercepted on the road. Lived the assassin... but in the end he ran away."

"Prince Suril suffered extremely badly and lost too much blood. On the spot... Mrs. Adele also protected Miss Alex..."

Speaking of this, Mike closed his eyes in pain: "I couldn't protect them..."

Alex lowered his head, just staring at the ground blankly, the little slippery head behind her didn't even dare to take a mouthful.

A few seconds later, Lord Mike finally came over. He swallowed his throat and said sadly: "Although there is no evidence, the darkroom is very sure after the investigation..."

"The assassin came from the stars and even received orders directly from the court."

Thyls frowned.

King Nunn raised his head slightly:

"Tyles, it was not without reason that we sent troops to the south."

Star Kingdom, Yongxing City, an unknown underground.

"Clang!"

The sharp metal sound of an iron gate being roughly opened, echoed clearly in this dark place.

Two torches impregnated with eternal oil were lit, and two men in guard costumes appeared in a row of dark corridors.

The fire light illuminates the cells cast by the left and right thick iron fences.

With the sound and fire, there was a commotion in the cell.

"Damn it! Don't you have a sense of time!" In a cell, a man who was described as neat but shabby, and suspected of being a nobleman, seemed to have just been awakened, and saw him lying on his bed. Sleepy eyes were vaguely angry: "It's definitely early morning or late at night! If it was placed before, in the Department of Foreign Affairs..."

The two guards holding torches ignored him, as if they were used to it.

They stepped back respectfully, letting out a strong figure in the middle.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Eddie! You are finally here!" This is a sloppy old man with a disheveled expression and a confused and fanatical expression. Under the stimulation of the light, he rushed forward, shaking the iron fence desperately. Crazy yelling: "Please consider my words! Even if you don't think about it for yourself, what about Your Highness Midil? Would you like to give him a battered star?"

The two guards looked at each other under the sturdy figure, walked ahead, and started to lead the way.

The prisoners on both sides woke up one after another, behaving differently, but most of them were yelling abnormally or frantically.

"You are all going to die, hahaha," this is an old prisoner lying on the ground, he yelled frantically: "Even the royal family, you all will die... How dare you, how dare... Haha ……"

The three figures continue to move forward regardless.

"Look at who we are welcoming to," a very imposing prisoner of the middle-aged, holding on to the fence, squinting at the fire, he seemed very sober: "Isn't this the fifth prince, the shame of the royal family? ......Why didn't you work hard for your poor blood on the woman's belly, and came here to blow the cold wind?"

"It's not me, it's really not me!" A prisoner held his head, crying in mourning, "I never touched Prince Bancroft's wine glass! No! It's all Jenkins, he made it. Poison!"

"Norfolk, yes, Norfolk," this was a prisoner with his back to the corridor, he saw something carved against the wall, and kept muttering to himself: "I know, he is planning What's the matter, carrying Duke John and Earl Karabyan...maybe it has something to do with the rebels, I suspected him a long time ago, but that nasty woman, Sonia Sutherley..."

The three continue to walk forward.

"Hey! Boy!" A prisoner with scars on his face saw the incoming person and rushed forward, shouting: "What's going on on the western front? After you captured the Altar of Moshen, we regained Bladefang Dune. Are you there? Where are the orcs, where are the eight tribes under the Throne of Dragon Skeleton? Tell me! Tell me quickly!"

The sturdy figure turned a deaf ear to these sounds on both sides, and went straight forward.

Two guards with a calm look led him into the next area. There are no transparent fenced cells here. Instead, they are closed cells sealed by heavy iron gates. There is only one on each iron gate. The horizontally pulled gate serves as the only connection between the closed cell and the outside world.

Two guards led the people to the innermost room, and one of them knocked on the iron door vigorously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The other guard looked at the sturdy visitor, who nodded slightly.

So the guard grabbed the iron bolt of the control gate on the iron gate and opened a hole the size of only half a face.

The cell is completely dark.

And the scary silence.

Until a rough voice came slowly from the dark cell:

"What a surprise."

"What brought the great iron-fisted king to a traitorous duke?"

The two guards bowed slightly, inserted the torch into the groove on the back wall, and left respectfully.

Under the shining of the fire, the current Duke of the North, "Iron Eagle" Val Arund's scruffy, haggard face appeared at the gate on the iron gate.

Outside the door, Kessel V, the supreme king of the Star Kingdom, gently sat down on the chair he had prepared outside the cell.

"I want to come to you to talk about what happened back then," Kessel said blankly, and said softly: "In the **** year, the fall of the North."

Val's face changed and disappeared behind the iron gate.

Afterwards, his suppressed laughter came from the cell.

Amid the flickering of the fire, Kessel was silent and did not speak.

"Nothing to talk about," the Duke of the North smiled enough, and he said coldly: "When the war was the fiercest, I was not even in the North. My father, brother, wife, sister, they were facing That war."

"If you want to chat, go to the prison river and chat with them."

Kaiser quietly looked at the bottomless darkness behind the gate and let out a breath.

"What I want to tell you is the real cause of the war," Kessel V's voice was as strong as ever, but with a bit more grief and depression, "Exter's invasion."

There was a moment of silence behind the iron gate.

"What do you mean?" Waal's voice came slowly.

"The rebellion back then was very bad. The entire Blade Leader and half of the South Bank Leader... plus the Desolate Tribe and Orcs of the West Desolate Nation, one third of the Star Land was burning in the flames of war," Kessel Quietly and authentically, it seems to be narrating something more commonplace:

"And after the defeat of the rebels... we can't even get a ready-made army."

"So your uncle was sent to recruit a new army," Val snorted behind the iron gate: "Star Legion."

Kaiser nodded, even though he knew that Val could not see:

"Exter saw the opportunity. Nunn VII frequently contacted the great princes to invade the northern dragons. It is almost a foregone conclusion. They set a schedule for conscripting the army. The next spring will go south to the stars."

"Wait!" Var's tone changed, and he quickly realized something was wrong:

"Impossible, Extermine invaded in the winter of that year!"

This time the silence lasted especially long.

Kaiser sighed deeply.

"Yes," the king uttered the dullest and vague voice from under his throat: "Because of an accident, they advanced the invasion schedule."

Val's face reappeared behind the gate.

He has a cold face and stares at Kessel outside the cell.

He realized the strangeness here.

"What's the accident?" The Duke of the North asked anxiously: "Why did Exter advance his schedule?"

King Kessel looked at the ground, motionless.

"Answer me." Val gritted his teeth:

"Answer me, Kay!"

Kaiser took a deep breath and looked up at his former close friend.

"When receiving information from the North, the entire court was in fear: the stars were unable to fight on three sides," Kessel said slowly:

"The court at that time proposed a plan."

"Delay Exeter's invasion schedule."

A burst of unprecedented coldness hit Val's heart.

"Procrastination?" the Duke asked unconsciously.

Kaiser nodded expressionlessly: "Provoking the contradiction between Longxiao City and the black sand collar, let them take care of themselves and invade unintentionally."

"Boom!"

Val slammed, grabbed the two railings on the gate, gritted his teeth and stared at Kessel: "What to do?"

"Xingchen dispatched the assassin, mobilized all the manpower, and set the target on the two heirs of Dragon City and the Black Sands, Suril Walton, and Harold Rumba," Kessel His voice became hoarse and hoarse, as if there was a force that was devouring the power in his sturdy body:

"The assassin, should have blamed the death of one of the heirs on the opponent's head, creating a gap that can never be filled between the Dragon City and the black sand collar."

Hearing this, Val's breathing became heavier and heavier.

"But an accident happened."

"For some reason, the assassin was discovered," Kessel said slowly: "And Suriel Nunn's eldest son is also dead."

Val turned his back against the iron gate, showing no expression.

"Although no evidence was left, Nunn knew that it was our hands." Kessel closed his eyes. "What's worse, it exposed our truth and told them that we are unable to resist the soldiers in the north. Front."

Kessel slowly opened his eyes, his tone was exhausted: "So Exter advances his schedule, chooses in winter, and chooses to send troops to the south when the supply is most unfavorable."

There is another long silence.

Until the Duke of the North broke the silence.

"Hahahaha..." Val gave a sad smile:

"The assassination plan that should have delayed Exeter's offensive, but facilitated and advanced their invasion schedule?"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Kaiser did not speak, just sat quietly.

"Who?" Val gripped the iron gate and gritted his teeth sadly: "Who proposed this **** plan!"

King Kessel looked at Vaal, watching him with expressions of sadness, pain, anger, hatred and shock, and shook his head:

"Father was forced: The Star Legion was defeated at first, John retreated step by step, from Emerald City to Fang Fang, and then all the way out of the Walla Corridor, the rebels even went deep into the city of Eternal Star. Later, in such a short period of time, such a reversal victory was achieved."

"The entire court is shrouded in the shadow of subjugation," Kessel took a deep breath: "That's why there was that assassination."

Val's expression slowly solidified, but his hand holding the cell door kept shaking.

"If, without this plan, there would be no assassination..." the Duke of the North murmured subconsciously.

Kaiser put his hands on his knees and lowered his head gently: "Yeah."

"If Exeter waits until the beginning of spring to attack again," Kessel's face was slightly distorted, he tried his best to control his neck, and nodded in a slight trembling: "Now it seems that John's Star Corps is completely in time. Go north to support your father and the fortress."

"Broken Dragon Fortress will not be breached."

"Whether it's a winter castle or... it won't fall."

"The northern border will be intact."

Val slumped down behind the iron gate.

"Boom!"

The muffled sound of knees on the ground came from behind the iron gate.

And the repressed pain of the Duke of the North growled.

Kaiser just waited quietly.

The flashing fire light illuminates his profile, and there is numbness in the eyes of the star king.

It's been a long while.

"Where is that stupid assassin?" The sad voice of Val slightly modified ~IndoMTL.com~ from behind the iron gate: "Did you dig out his heart?"

Kessel V turned his head and looked at the empty void.

In the air, there was only the low, depressed sob of Val Allende.

Kesel's eyes were full of complicated emotions.

"For that failed assassination," I don’t know how long it took, the Supreme King of the stars, Kaiser Canxing V, looking at the void, slowly said with an incomprehensible emotion: "That assassin is paying The price."

"He will be imprisoned forever behind a cursed mask, without seeing the sun," the king's voice was extremely silent: "In the endless loneliness and the endless darkness, taste the pain and suffer all the torture."

"Use the rest of my humble life..."

"For countless lives..."

"Serving sentence." (To be continued.)