Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 58: Child Ullard

Longxiao City, in the doorway behind the first city gate.

　　 Countless black-sand-collared soldiers were fully armed, and surrounded the two carriages and their entourages sturdily, and the water was blocked. They looked at these uninvited guests who dared to rush into the city gate with a bad expression.

　　 Thales was sitting in the carriage, looking through the window of the car, his scalp numbly watching the densely packed enemies in front of him.

　　 really bad.

　　 This is the scene they faced on the other side of the gate after they rushed through the rain of arrows that swept their scalp, risking being caught on both sides.

　　 Thales squeezed his fist, gritted his teeth, and resisted the panic in his heart.

　　 Calm down.

　　 Calm down, Thales.

　　 is not that bad.

　　 A black sword appeared in front of him. He was firmly suppressed by Ashida. At the moment of his death, he was still not in a hurry, looking for vitality and a way out.

　　 also remembered King Nunn’s interlocking tactics and strategies in the duel.

　　 Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to start thinking.

　　The accident in front of the city gate, whether it was the appearance of Lisban or the Red Witch, disrupted their plans-Slay should have taken him into the Palace of Valor in the name of an ally of Rumba, not now This chaotic look.

　　 The accident came so quickly that they didn’t even have time to discuss the next step.

　　 Thales can only think desperately for a way out.

　　 The people inside and outside the carriages were still panting sharply, and even the horses pulling the carts were gasping, and the carriage in which Thales was riding even broke a tether.

　　 "We, we rushed over...but..." Outside the carriage, Cohen leaned on the wheel with one hand and pressed his abdomen with the other, panting in embarrassment.

　　 He looked at the hostile soldiers in front of him with an ugly expression, and said to Miranda, who was panting more severely than him: "Sunset, the goddess is up... How do I feel that our choice is somewhat impulsive..."

　　 "At least they nailed us into hedgehogs without being outside," Miranda calmed her breath, squinted to observe the surroundings, and then looked at the doorway and the Palace of Valor, which is close at hand. , Worried: "Hurry up and pack yourself."

　　 Cohen raised his head in pain and exhaled.

　　 Inside the carriage, Thales looked at Putila.

　　"It seems that the way we came in is still too high-profile, plus so many people," the prince looked worriedly at the scene outside the car: "They really suspicious."

　　 Neither the Blade Guard nor the others in the stars were part of Thales’ original plan.

　　 "We have done this, although we put the rest in danger," Nicolai checked his disguise for the last time, and said with a heavy face: "At least, we don't have to face the Red Witch."

　　 "There is no choice," Putila shook his head: "Once the Red Witch knows our movements, even if there are a hundred backup plans, it is very likely to face failure."

　　 "It's better to think about the next step-how to deal with these people outside."

　　 Thales sighed, feeling his head as big as a fight.

　　 He turned his face and looked at their "good friends" from Camus.

　　 Their original plan was...

　　 "Oh, I guess," Marquis Schlessee also saw the scene outside the carriage, but he became more and more relaxed, slowly sorting out the collar that was skewed by the carriage galloping, as if the arrow rain just over his head was just a rain Noble Polo: "At this time, I suddenly become important, right?"

　　 Thales frowned.

　　Since entering the city gate, Sluis has become a well-groomed look, which makes Thales quite uneasy.

　　 Nicolai snorted softly: "Are you going to bet the chips on this guy again?"

　　Putila let out a helpless sigh: "You can't force it to break through-this city gate has at least ten times as many guards as we are."

　　 Shilaisi spread his hands innocently at him, but his expression was far from when he was still outside the city gate.

　　 is like a dealer in a casino who just took back his chips from the player.

　　 Thales took a deep breath.

　　 The accident just now put the people in the North also in danger, which made Nicolai's previous threat to Shreis look a little weak.

　　 And now, they probably can only rely on Sluis.

　　 "I know that the way we invited you here is a bit unpleasant, Mr. Marquis," the prince said flatly: "But in street gambling,'winner takes all' often means squeezing out other players-Duke Heisha. No exception."

　　 Shrei's eyes flashed.

　　 "Handing over us will not consolidate your fragile alliance with Lombard," Thales calmly stood in the marquis's perspective, thinking about all this, thinking about what to do: "But send me to Lombard and In front of several grand princes......"

　　"Except for the so-called ‘friendship’ between Rumba and you for profit, you will not lose anything," Thales narrowed his eyes: "On the contrary, you may have unexpected gains."

　　 Shilaisi’s eyes lit up: "Is this a promise from the heir to the King of Stars?"

　　 "In my experience, promises that this thing is very fragile-even a landlord, a king," Thales shook his head resolutely: "But as you said, business can't just look at numbers And profit, but also to do word of mouth and contacts."

　　Putila raised his eyebrows.

　　 Shreis narrowed his eyes and stared at Thales.

　　 Outside the carriage, there was a rap from the black sand collar, and their car door had been knocked.

　　 "Please be outside of the rumba," the prince nodded, with an indisputable tone in his tone: "Let us be your back hand."

　　 Shilaisi looked at the prince with interest, the corners of his mouth cocked, and his eyes kept changing.

　　 Finally, he nodded slightly.

　　 Thales exhaled.

　　 "I will miss today, an amazing scene." The Marquis of Camus tidied his collar on the carriage, lifted his hat slightly, smiled politely at them, and gave it to Tyre. Si made a look with a deep meaning in his eyes, "Whether it is Rumba or you, it is worth the fare."

　　 Thales’ tone was serious: "Remember, all you need to do is to send me to Rumba and the princes."

　　 But the Marquis of Shanliu City just smiled at him, opened the door and walked on.

　　 Thales took a deep breath, exchanged glances with Putila, and jumped out of the carriage.

　　 Only Nicolai and Putila are left.

　　 "He's a shameless bastard," Nicolai, who was still in the car, snorted coldly and looked at Schlesy's back: "He won't obediently cooperate with us."

　　 "Because of this," the deputy envoy of the stars shook his head: "He won't cooperate with Rumba obediently."

　　Nicolae glanced at him.

　　 "You don't seem to worry about your prince at all." The meteorite said coldly.

　　 Putila chuckled.

　　 "When I first met him, Thales was just a little clever, premature kid," the deputy envoy showed a thoughtful expression: "Sensitive, hesitant, timid, procrastinated without self-confidence, and His reputation from the National Conference is very different."

　　 Nicolai frowned.

　　 Looking at Thales's small figure from behind, Putila sighed.

　　"But as I get along with each other, I have a feeling," he said with emotion: "The more encounters along the way, the stronger he becomes-Thales is constantly learning, adjusting, and adapting. "

　　"Whether it is a vampire, disaster, fortress flower, kingdom wrath, or even King Nunn or Chaman Rumba, whether it is his friend or enemy..."

　　 Putila’s eyes showed a different kind of light: "I’m afraid they didn’t realize what impact their actions had on the child."

　　The meteorite has a slight pause.

　　 He turned his head, grasped his scabbard tightly, and curled his lips disapprovingly.

　　 "There is so much nonsense."

　　Outside the carriage, Thales followed Slaze and nodded slightly with Huaiya and the others who were posing.

　　 Thales is not very comfortable with the sudden increase in light, squinting slightly, looking at the city gate hole in front of him.

　　 This is Thales’ third visit to the first city gate in two days.

　　 He still remembers the first time he entered the first city gate. Surrounded by the mission, he watched the gate that separated the Palace of Heroes and the outer city of Longxiao with anxiety, tension and embarrassment fall.

　　 But this time, they are here...

　　 Thales quickly saw the "familiar" sight: the rugged and majestic Palace of the Spirits was within a hundred meters in front of them, and the ten giant pillars and eight large furnaces still stood in it.

　　 But the palace guards and the white blade guards that were everywhere have disappeared without a trace.

　　 was replaced by hundreds of black sand soldiers.

　　 They are full of vigilant and ruthless faces. They are still wearing patrol costumes. However, the patrol-style sabers in their hands dedicated to skirmishes have long been replaced with large-scale maces, fighting axes, and straight-edged sabers The battlefield's unique lethal weapons, and even bows and crossbows-seem to have just looted the weapon arsenal in the city gate.

　　Thels’ side almost all held their breath.

　　In the black sand-collared formation, strode out of a nobleman in plate armor with a broad face and a protruding nose.

　　 "Your Excellency," Lombard's chief vassal, Earl Lewanne stared at the Marquis of Shanliu who stood in front of the crowd with an unkind expression: "About your trespassing into the city gate."

　　 "I need an explanation."

　　 Black sand-collared soldiers tightly surrounded the group of people, their eyes were fierce.

　　Thels’ side almost all held their breath.

　　 Shilaisi lowered his head and sighed slightly.

　　Everyone, including Thales, waited nervously for his response.

　　 By the time Shireis raised his head again, the Marquis had put on the polite smile again.

　　 "Dear Earl," Shreis nodded slightly, smiling implicitly and kindly: "I brought you a surprise."

　　Earl Lewann narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at Shreis and his "follows".

　　 "Appeared at the wrong time," Levan thoughtfully: "It can't be called a surprise-especially you brought... these people?"

　　 Even with the cover of disguise, Earl Lewandre noticed the strong figures and neat movements of the Blade Guards, and his face showed a different color.

　　 Thales' heart suddenly clicked.

　　 But Marquis Schlesz smiled slightly and raised his hands confidently.

　　 "I heard that your prisoners in the city gate have some small omissions?" He said softly to Lewand, as if watching a good show.

　　Lewan’s face changed and he was a little cramped: "Ok? You misunderstood..."

　　 Shilaisi looked like "I knew it", raised his index finger to point Lewand, and shook his head: "Oh, look at this, your Excellency still doesn't know your mistakes?"

　　Lewand is speechless.

　　 Shireis looked at Lewandish, laughed, and told the boy behind him: "Let me introduce it."

　　"This is the ‘guest’ of your Grand Duke’s disappearance, and the noble Prince Thales Canxing, the sole heir to the throne of the Star Kingdom."

　　 "Under my escort, I returned."

　　 Count Lewand’s expression froze on his face.

　　 Thales took a deep breath and stepped forward slowly, looking upset.

　　 Shloes sighed, with a cheerful look that tried his best to restrain but couldn't help showing off, walked slowly in front of Count Lewand, and patted him on the shoulder.

　　 "Slacken a little, this is the ‘surprise’ that I did everything possible to bring in from under the eyes of the Prime Minister."

　　 Shreis raised his eyebrows and waved at the leading Mike: "Look, if it wasn't for this strong team of mercenaries I hired from the desert west, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch him."

　　Lewand’s expression moved, and in the eyes of the Blade Guard and the stars, the hostility disappeared a lot: "Mercenary?"

　　Melke, who has put on makeup, has a tall nose and a dark face with an exaggerated grin, and nodded to Count Lewand.

　　"Some of us come from Qiyuan City, from the north, and some from other places, sir," Mike said gruffly, "Looking for food in the desert, if you have any needs— —We only need six gold coins to kill."

　　 The blade guards gave a neat and honest smirk, and Count Lewand was taken aback.

　　 can really act.

　　 Thales rolled his eyes in his heart.

　　 really is the ‘all-around’ hand guard.

　　Lewan looked at these people, then looked at Thales who was surrounded by them, and frowned.

　　 Shilaisi is still smiling.

　　Everyone is waiting for Earl Lewand’s decision.

　　 Finally, Lewann loosened his eyebrows after thinking for a while, and waved to the soldiers behind him: "Go back to duty! Heelson, Jason, you two teams stay."

　　 Following his orders, the dense black sand soldiers turned around and returned to the city gate along the steps on both sides. Most of the people in the field immediately dispersed.

　　 Thales was relieved.

　　 "On behalf of the Grand Duke, I thank you for your help."

　　 "Lord Tulleha has gone to plead guilty to the Grand Duke. If he sees your'surprise', he will be very pleased." Earl Lewand coughed unnaturally, glanced at Thales, and then faced him. Sluis nodded awkwardly: "I will tell the Duke of your kindness. I will take over now."

　　"You and your people can rest here..."

　　 Shilaisi smiled and shook his head. He raised his right palm and pressed what the count wanted to say.

　　 "Oh, no," Lord Marquis' eyes lit up: "This prince has just informed me of an extremely important new piece of information. I think I need to take him to see the Grand Duke as soon as possible."

　　Lewan has a slight meal.

　　 "Your Excellency is busy," the black sand-collared earl frowned: "No interruption is allowed."

　　 Shilaith threw away his smile and his expression became serious.

　　 "Believe me, the information on this prince is related to what the Grand Duke is going to do," Shilaisi's sudden serious tone made Earl Lewann nervous: "You can't imagine."

　　Earl Lewann looked at Shreis seriously.

　　The latter also looked back at him solemnly.

　　 A second later, Count Lewand sighed: "Well, I can send someone to take you to the Grand Duke..."

　　 "I must take him," Shrei shook his head, and said to Tersnunu: "Some things can only be said from his mouth."

　　Lewand is a little strange: "It's urgent?"

　　 Shreis shook his head first, then nodded, with a mysterious look: "It's terrible."

　　Lewand stared at him for a few seconds.

　　 "I understand," the earl nodded: "You can set off now. Justice is in the Palace of Valor, near the Hall of Heroes."

　　 Shilaisi smiled: "Thank you."

　　 Thales felt that a big rock in his heart was finally falling.

　　 As long as I can meet the princes, at least there will be opportunities.

　　 "Wait, your people will stay here," Lewand commanded his squad, and nodded vigilantly at Shreis: "Our people will **** you there."

　　 Shilaisi raised his eyebrows and pretended to glance at the people beside the team casually.

　　 "Of course." The Marquis nodded indifferently.

　　 Thales' heart sank.

　　 He watched the people around the two carriages be taken away by the soldiers led by the black sand, and watched a group of soldiers approaching him and Shreis, and the leader nodded politely.

　　 is good.

　　The prince took a deep breath.

　　 From now on, he is the only one.

　　 But at this moment, a strong male voice came from the steps leading to the city gate behind them:

　　"Please wait a moment!"

　　 Everyone turned their heads together.

　　 I saw a weird middle-aged man with gorgeous clothes and ordinary appearance but with eight braids behind his head, slowly walking down the steps.

　　Earl Lewand frowned, and asked angrily: "What's wrong, my dear Civilian Order Officer?"

　　 He seems very upset with this new middle-aged man.

　　 In the crowd, Mike and Nikolazi frowned and both lowered their heads.

　　 They recognized the person.

　　 I saw the middle-aged man shook his head, not caring about Lewand’s tone of voice.

　　 "Mercenary, right?" The middle-aged man walked to the two carriages and looked at the pedestrian, with a subtle smile, his eyes stopped on Miranda: "I don't know. Are there female mercenaries?"

　　 Cohen and Raphael looked at each other, feeling uneasy.

　　 But Miranda was expressionless, raised her head against a dark face that had been roughened with paint.

　　 "I come from the thorny land, sir," I saw the female swordsman with her tongue straight, and replied in a rustic voice, "We are full of female mercenaries."

　　 Cohen squinted his eyes: good acting.

　　The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly.

　　 "So that's it," he nodded slightly, his eight braids swayed slightly: "Can I see your sword?"

　　 "I'm curious about how heavy the sword of a female mercenary is."

　　 Miranda was taken aback.

　　 "Enough, Ullard," Earl Lewandun said uncomfortably, "Maybe the Grand Duke can tolerate your statelessness, but here is..."

　　 "Please wait a moment, Lord Earl," the man named Ullard turned his head and interrupted him loudly, with deep meaning: "You don't want to make a big mistake again."

　　Lewand had a suffocation.

　　 Thales can't help but wonder: What's wrong?

　　This middle-aged man...If I remember correctly, it should be what Cohen and the others said, one of the underground forces in Longxiao City.

　　 Ullad turned his head and smiled again at Miranda: "Can you please."

　　 Miranda silently took the saber and handed it to the man in front of him.

　　 "Huh," Ullard tried the weight on his hands and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really not light."

　　 Miranda smiled: "I think too."

　　 Ullad sighed and pulled out a blade.

　　 "Introduce myself by the way. My name is Child Ullard." The middle-aged man shook his head and looked down at his sword from all angles. "Twelve years ago, in the outskirts of the winter castle, Twelve small villages are responsible for collecting taxes."

　　 Miranda frowned slightly.

　　 "Oh, cold castle, I know," she grinned gruffly: "Are you from the Star Kingdom?"

　　 Ullad smiled slightly.

　　, Earl Lewand, shook his head disdainfully.

　　 "Yes, theoretically, we are employed by the Tax Office in the Winter Castle," Ullard turned his sword over and said calmly: "The reason they hired us is because we need to keep up with the next level. , That is, the tax collectors from the central government are arguing, so that they can pay less tax to the king."

　　 Miranda and Raphael, who listened carefully to the conversation, both were slightly startled.

　　He...

　　Why do you say this?

　　 "However, we have never seen the great masters of the winter castle."

　　 Ullard sighed: "They will only send their vassals, those fools of the Sanles family to check the accounts, take a large amount of oil from the tax items, and then we will bear the notoriety, whether it is to the superiors. The tax collectors still dealt with the villagers below—they are the in-laws of the lord’s family. We have no way to ask, we can only swallow our anger every year."

　　 "So you came to Exeter," Miranda shrugged and hummed indifferently: "Understandable."

　　 "No!"

　　 Ullad suddenly raised his head and raised his volume.

　　 startled everyone.

　　 "You don't understand."

　　 Ullad inserted his sword back into the scabbard, and his face was sad: "Finally, one year, the winter castle sent a young master to collect taxes. He was noble, young and promising. We thought things had changed—no need. Be humiliated and oppressed again."

　　 I saw the former tax collector of the Star Kingdom sigh slightly, with a look of remembrance in his eyes: "I remember very clearly, the name of the noble young master-Nolan Nur Arund."

　　 Miranda's expression has not changed.

　　 But there has been a huge wave in my heart!

　　Raphael and Cohen looked at each other, feeling increasingly uneasy.

　　 Thales glanced around, only to feel that the situation was getting worse.

　　 What happened?

　　 He mentioned the Allende family to Miranda...

　　 did you recognize something?

　　 "Nuranoor told us that the winter castle finally found an anomaly in the taxation." Ullard said softly.

　　 "He still said..."

　　 At that moment, there was pain in Ullard's eyes.

　　"He said, we, our little tax collectors, have been accused of tax deductions by the Sanles family all the year round," Ullard said with an sarcasm: "We, these victims have been accused. ! Deduct tax and fill your pockets!"

　　, Earl Lewand frowned: He felt something was wrong.

　　Ullad may have a humble background and a vicious mind.

　　 But he is neither a fool nor a lunatic.

　　 On the contrary, he is very smart.

On the side of 　　, Marquis Schlese wanted to say something awkwardly, but Earl Lewand raised his hand and pressed it.

　　 "No matter how we begged," Ullard shook his head hard, as if: "That year,'Justice Nuranor', he personally chopped off the heads of eight of my colleagues in the cheers of the villagers. Including my teacher."

　　"Eight innocent people."

　　 Ullad said sadly, his expression turned into hatred.

　　 "I will never forget Nuranor Arund, that stupid young master noble, the feeling of kneeling in front of the execution platform, and the contemptuous eyes of all of them looking at us," his eyes showed With bitterness and hatred, the eight braids swayed slightly: "Fuck the Arund family."

　　 Ullard gritted his teeth and uttered a beastly low horn.

　　 Miranda took a deep breath and looked up.

　　 "I still remember the boy's face of righteousness and disgust before the execution," Ullard's eyes were cold, learning the tone of the man back then, with a painful tone: "'Lord of the cold castle, Aaron In the name of the Duke of Germany~IndoMTL.com~You will die under the sword of'Yingxiang', to redeem your sins and be fair.' He just said that, and then cut off a head."

　　 Ullad said in hatred: "I am the ninth person. I heard him repeat this sentence eight times, and watched him swing the sword eight times!"

　　"Until the command came from the cold castle, he urgently called him back."

　　 Miranda only felt an endless chill rising from behind.

　　 She snatched her saber back, pale and frowning.

　　 Ullad didn't stop her, just sneered sarcastically.

　　 "Of course," Ullard looked at the sword in her hand with a terrifying expression:

　　 "I will never forget the style of this sword until I die."

　　 "His shining sabre."

　　He said coldly:

　　""Eagle Flying" belonging to Nulanor Arund."

　　 "Yes," Ullard said lightly, with deep hatred and anger in his eyes:

　　"Miss Arund?"

　　 Everyone on Thales’s side trembled together.

　　 Their most worried thing finally happened.

　　 Shilaisi looked palely at the principal here-Earl Lewand.

　　 I saw the earl sighed and glanced at the stiff Ullad with a complicated expression.

　　"They are not from Kang Mas."

　　Earl Lewand turned to Sluis and Thales, with a bad expression: "It's a guy who has no plans!"

　　 I saw the earl waved his hand and coldly ordered his soldiers:

　　 "Take them down."

　　 "All!"