Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 12: Price Code

Rumba got out of the carriage alone.

The door of the carriage was closed again.

Apparently, he has no plans to let Thales go with him.

Thyls, who was still immersed in the news that Rumba had just revealed, held on to the carriage, stabilized his figure in consternation and confusion, and pressed her face against the glass of the carriage under the worried eyes of Little Slick.

Rumba said that someone wanted him to survive.

Who is it?

Who would want to save his life?

Is it really what I think...

Thyls' thoughts were interrupted by the scene before him.

This is a small alleyway, which has been emptied by the black sand-collared soldiers in patrol costumes, clearing a slightly larger open space.

The Grand Duke of Rumba restored his unsmiling serious expression, holding on to his sword, and walking calmly towards the center of the alley.

There, a white and clean man wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket waited for the grandduke's visit with a relaxed expression on his face.

Tyles' brows twitched: He didn't know this man who was almost indistinguishable from normal northerners.

I saw the man smiling, raising his hands and pressing his chest, bowing to Rumba, his lips moved slightly.

Rumba nodded slightly, and said something.

"Who is that?" The slick head moved to Thales's side.

"I don't know." Thales frowned, and the two Rumba didn't speak loudly, and they couldn't hear them in the car.

But it's about his survival, Thales told himself: He must hear.

Required.

So Thales squeezed his fist, closed his eyes lightly, and recalled the unique feeling between life and death over and over again.

According to Hei Jian, he made hints to himself over and over again, as if there was another person living in him.

This is to survive.

Help me.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, finally, the familiar fluctuations hit again.

The sins of the prison river flooded his head like life, and Thales concentrated his efforts near his ears.

At that moment, he felt that other parts of his body were a little heavy and weak.

But there was a sound that would not normally be heard in his ear.

The first thing Thales heard was the unsteady heartbeat of himself and Xiao Qiantou, and then Xiao Qiantou's uneasy hand rubbing.

But Thales quickly got the hang of it. He twisted his ears to stick to the car, and among the noise in the alley, he could barely hear the voice of the two men talking,

"Yes, he is satisfied and delighted with the cooperation between us," a strange male voice that Thales had never heard came slowly, and the owner of the voice seemed confident and calm: "It seems to be going well ?"

But the person who answered him didn't seem to have much patience to talk to him.

"Go straight to the subject," came the somber and thick voice of the Grand Duke of Rumba:

"The boy is in the car."

Thyls shuddered.

He opened his eyes, raised a hand, and poked his little slick head curiously to calm down.

"That boy?" The strange man's tone rose suddenly, as if he had found a long-lost treasure.

Thyls raised his head and looked out of the car window.

There, the strange man in the thick jacket turned his head and glanced in the direction of the carriage.

This eye seemed to penetrate the glass, making Thales shudder.

It was a pair of eyes full of greed and sex.

Like a poisonous snake before hunting.

I saw the strange man's eyes lit up, looking back at Rumba: "Tyles Canxing? Is that him?"

Rumba didn't say a word, still looking at him coldly.

"So fast?" The man narrowed his eyes, and after only two seconds, he confirmed the answer.

He folded his hands and hung up the corners of his mouth. The polite smile on his face suddenly became amiable: "The last city gate and the Heroic Spirit Palace are clearly still in the hands of Longxiao City-could you sneak in? Tie him out?"

Thyls' heart moved: The Palace of Valor is still in the hands of the Walton family.

Rumba snorted from his nose.

"I have my way," Grand Duke Heisha's emotions remained in the original state, and he did not give the man in front of him a good face: "What do you say?"

The man stared at the Grand Duke of Lombard piercingly, like a small business man looking at his biggest customer.

"Of course it's good!" The man clapped his hands and laughed: "We are extremely grateful for your help. You will reap our lasting friendship..."

But his words were interrupted by Rumba unceremoniously.

"Stop talking nonsense." Charman Rumba, who was in uniform, snorted coldly.

He stared at the man in front of him with a cold face:

"What are you going to exchange for him?"

The strange man froze for a while, and seemed to be a little confused: "Exchange?"

The man held his hands lightly, his face moved slightly, he seemed to be slowly chewing the word, and then he smiled: "Please forgive me for being long-winded, but since before, we have been helping you..."

"Help?" Rumba said again, putting the man's words in his throat with no shame.

I saw Grand Duke Heisha lightly snort disdainfully:

"Except for contacting a reliable swordsman, you did nothing."

Rumba lifted his chin slightly, his eyes sharp: "Want that boy? Then better change the price."

Thyls, who was eavesdropping, gave a slight sigh: Contact a reliable swordsman?

"A reliable swordsman?" The man quickly answered Thales' doubts, only to see him frowning slightly, with a grievance smile of "how is this possible", defending:

"We are talking about the Assassin's Flower, and I promise you can't find a better killer in this world, especially you are aiming at the most difficult target."

Rumba didn't speak.

"And with all due respect, due to your intelligence error, the migratory locust wasted too much time looking for the target in the Palace of Valor," the man shook his head and sighed: "If it weren't for our hands to find the target's whereabouts in time, Fly It is impossible for the locust to complete the task, and neither can you..."

The man stopped his words. He frowned and saw Rumba shaking his head slowly.

"As far as I know, Baannet Sulliton is not one of you. He relies on his own knife to eat, so I will talk to him alone about the payment." Rumba's voice was not loud, but there was a sound Undoubted taste:

"As for you, don't use other people's chips to bargain—if you still want to take away the boy, the prince."

Thyls in the carriage listened to these two conversations with him as the protagonist, and suddenly he thought of a joint in his brain.

Baannet Surryton, he descended sharply from the sky cliff and then assassinated King Nunn in the shield zone.

But according to the man's statement...

In other words, the reason why Rumba brought the army to appear before him...

The man didn't speak any more, he just looked at Rumba quietly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

And Rumba continued to stare at him blankly.

In the end, the man still lost in Rumba’s eyes, he sighed:

"You are so greedy."

"We are not talking." Rumba shook his head, coldly put a word, turned and left.

The man's face changed.

What a stingy grand prince-he is impatient and authentic in his heart.

"Okay, okay, sir!" He stopped Rumba, rather annoyed.

The strange man shrugged and seemed helpless, but there was a strange light in his eyes.

"As long as you are willing to give that boy to us..."

The man let out a sigh of relief, his expression returning to his previous smirk.

"We have a wide range of resources and manpower, from the Duchy of Anrenzo to Varir State, from Crystal Bijou to the Three Devil Islands, and the same is true in Exeter," the man chuckled: "I bet , The newborn Exter will have a lot of needs for us. After all, not everyone will subdue a fierce lord who is suspected of killing the king. We can help you calm the domestic situation. If there is a vassal who is not long-eyed, you It's not easy to start......"

Resources.

Manpower.

Not easy to start...

Thyls's heart was shocked!

At that moment, he suddenly knew the identity of the man in front of him.

But Rumba’s answer contained only two cold words: "Not enough."

The man was slightly startled.

He frowned and seemed to be thinking carefully. After a while, he loosened his frowning brows and rarely said carefully: "If this doesn't satisfy you..."

"We still have a lot of intelligence. Whether it is a political scandal or a state secret, just adding some operations or even adjustments can cause an uproar in some small countries." The man's tone is no longer as relaxed as before, in Thales In his ears, he spoke faster and faster: "As far as I know, Exter has always been very concerned about the situation on the west side and on the front line of the Golden Corridor, and we can keep the Freedom League in civil strife for several years. If you do it, Baishan can be burned. If your ambition is more than..."

Tyles clenched his fists and swallowed softly.

Not good.

This sounds like...

"Not enough." To Thales's expectation, Rumba's answer still contained only two cold words.

Now, the man's expression finally stiffens as never before.

He looked at the Grand Duke of Rumba for several seconds.

The man closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of heat from his nose. When he opened it again, his eyes were not only serious, but also a solemn coldness.

"Then what do you want?"

There is already a hint of impatience in the man’s words, but his tone begins to calm down: "Power? We can act as your ears, eyes, hands, feet, swords, shields, and horses, serving your ambitions. Wealth? Our inventory though. Not a country, but some rare treasures are rare to see even the royal families of various countries. Beauty? We can... No, I believe you are not such a low-level and interesting person-so, your Excellency, what is the price in your heart? "

The man took a deep breath, his smile disappeared:

"Just say it, we can discuss it."

Rumba stared at him steadily, without knowing when, a mocking smile was already on his lips.

"My price code?"

The Great Duke Heisha snorted coldly, which made the man's eyes flashed with unpleasantness.

"As the signboard of the organization's killer assassin, and even the secret of the intelligence that depends on it for a living-just for the boy, you are willing to pay such a price, without hesitation," Rumba moved suddenly and slowly approached the strange man. His eyes burned, like a beast dormant for a long time:

"This only proves one thing."

The man's heart shuddered, feeling the extremely oppressive gaze of Rumba, and unconsciously stepped back.

In the carriage, Thales heard Rumba say every word: "The value of this boy is much more than all the above things added together."

Under extraordinary hearing, Thales heard his breathing start to accelerate.

My value.

What is that?

What does it have to do with them?

The man's face changed again.

He stared at him, watching Rumba slowly press the saber around his waist, and there was a rubbing sound from the uniform on the Grand Duke's body.

"There is a secret in him that I don't know," Rumba said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the man's uncertain face: "My request is simple: I want that secret."

"The reason why you are planning to get him."

Rumba's voice fell, and both of them stopped talking.

The negotiation returns to silence.

Only the faint voices from outside the alley were heard in the field.

The atmosphere of the conversation became strange.

The two still confronted each other motionlessly.

Even Thales, who was anxious in his heart, couldn't help but wanted to get out of the car and urge.

"Honorable Grand Duke, you are thinking about other things before even the difficulties in front of you, including Dragon City and Exter?" Finally, the strange man slowly uttered a word. , There is a disturbing dullness and coldness in the voice:

"The future is as great as you, so why do you want to be so lofty?"

Thyls couldn't help but tighten his lips.

"I have released my price." Rumba didn't have the slightest interest in talking to the other party. He looked at the man indifferently: "Tell me, why is he important to you?"

The man glanced at the carriage, then dropped his eyes and said nothing.

"My time is tight," Rumba added coldly: "You have ten seconds to make a decision."

The man's brows kept rising and falling, his apple trembling.

He was hesitating.

At that moment, even Thales held his breath.

"You know, he is a prince..." He only heard the man exhale and slowly said: "The prince is naturally very precious."

Rumba sneered disdainfully: "Don't tell me, you are going to exchange him for ransom with the stars."

"Why not?" The man showed a long-lost smile, but a gloomy color spread in his eyes: "The rich and common people of the Canstar royal family are well known."

"Then I might as well tie him to exchange for the ransom?" Rumba asked him quickly, with majesty in his voice: "Why do I want to make a deal with you?"

The man gritted his teeth lightly.

"Your Excellency, I thought we were coming today..." The man responded with an ugly face, but Rumba interrupted again regardless of his feelings.

"Actually, I probably guessed something," the Grand Duke raised his head slightly, and the saber in his hand sounded slightly: "When you arranged for the spies in our army to assassinate him, you did not hesitate."

"But today I said I want a living him."

Thyls gritted his teeth lightly.

Nothing wrong.

Rumba was talking about the assassination of the magic spear under Broken Dragon Fortress.

If you contact Puffett’s last words...

"I thought he was dead before, but now I want to hold the living prince in his hands," Rumba said solemnly: "Your plot is related to the throne of the stars, right?"

The man squinted his eyes slightly and looked from a distance, like a poisonous snake vomiting a letter.

But Rumba’s next sentence changed the color of the man suddenly:

"What you did in the stars twelve years ago is also related to this?"

It's not just men who have changed their faces.

And Thales in the car.

The Scarlet Year.

He didn't expect to be able to come into contact with this secret that has troubled him for a long time in this situation.

"And you changed back and forth, the reason why you no longer want to kill him..." Rumba has completely controlled the rhythm of the conversation. He turned his head, his eyes seemed to contain the winter's ice and snow:

"It was a big figure in your organization who came and overthrew all your little guys' expectations, right?"

The man's face is getting ugly.

Just listen to Lombard calmly: "Is it'him'?"

Thyls raised his head slightly, and a question appeared in his heart: he?

The man opened his mouth, took a deep breath, then raised his eyes.

"You won't bother with this," the man's expression was full of coldness and rejection: "One word: we need that boy."

"Of course," Rumba slightly raised his left hand toward the carriage and whispered softly: "The premise is that you tell me exactly why you want this boy."

The man looked at Rumba quietly, as if to find something on this face full of vicissitudes.

"Yes, that's right," the strange man said slowly: "If we control this boy, we will control the throne of stars, don't we? It will be of great help to you then..."

Rumba didn't let him go on.

"I'm tired of your nonsense, running errands," Duke Heisha's words were calm, with a somewhat indifferent charm: "Where is your big man, where is the one who speaks?"

The man's face changed again.

Rumba looked at him blankly.

"Your Excellency, you are an ally that we value and cherish very much." He sighed long, as if he had made up his mind.

"For the sake of our more, deeper, and more important cooperation in the future, why can't we show some sincerity and kindness to each other and leave some room for each other?" the man said silently.

Rumba looked at the man and took a long breath.

"The principle of cooperation is fairness," the Duke's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "You didn't do anything, so you want to take such important chips from me?"

The man lifted his eyelids slightly, his pupils reflected a different chill.

"Did nothing?"

The strange man sneered softly: "Trust me, Your Excellency, if we get to the point where we really want to do something..."

"You don't want to see that day."

Rumba's eyes flashed with different colors.

"You, what do you mean?" Duke Heisha whispered softly, slowly, softly, word by word.

As if afraid of waking up people who were sleeping in the morning.

Thyls subconsciously felt bad.

But the man seemed to be unaware of the grand prince's expression and tone, and saw his mouth bend slightly.

"I mean ~IndoMTL.com~ no matter how confident people are, if you want to be our enemy, you have to think twice."

The strange man raised his hand, straightened his robe, and said a deep chill.

"Look at Eddie II of the stars," the man snorted coldly, "and his frightening eldest son, see where they are now..."

Thyls frowned slowly.

Rumba looked at him motionlessly, his expression didn't waver at all, but a pair of eyes were full of inexplicable colors.

The man put down his hands and looked up at the Grand Duke of Rumba, his tone was full of strange emotions: "Can't their examples attract your attention?"

Rumba didn't answer the man before him.

He responded with the most direct action.

In Thales’ eyes, Rumba suddenly raised his right arm and strangled the neck of the strange man!