Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 64: The moment of confrontation (below)

The Hall of Heroes and Hall of Heroes, the four grand princes looked at each other.

"He is in trouble, otherwise he won't be so anxious." Watching Charman Rumba walk out of the hall alone, Grand Duke Ronnie frowned: "Probably it's Prime Minister Lisbane."

Grand Duke Trudida snorted softly.

He hurriedly rubbed his hands to reveal his mood, and saw him exhale fiercely.

"This is not the trouble right now," the voice of the Reconstructed Tower Grand Duke was as sharp and weird as ever, and Trudida snarled at the distant back of Rumba: "You know-how to choose ?"

He looked at the other princes seriously.

Ronnie sighed, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Do you believe what he said?"

"The star people are...different?"

Ronnie clenched his fist unconsciously.

The princes did not speak.

Only Grand Duke Olesiu stood by the brazier and shook his head.

"I don't know, Kurikun, I really don't know," the bearded grand prince looked worried: "But I think we know something very well."

The three grand princes all looked at him.

Rebion Olesiu raised his head and paced slowly to them.

At that moment, his mood was extremely heavy.

"In the ten years, ten years or so, when we were turbulent due to the death of the king," the voice of the Grand Duke Welland was full of inexplicable strength: "The service-age population of the stars will be restored to the pre-war population. Whether it’s agriculture, animal husbandry or commerce, they will regain their vitality."

Several princes moved slightly.

"In the past, it is just another fight."

"But those words that Rumba just said..." Olesiu slowly shook his head, his eyes serious: "You all heard."

Trudida's eyes lit up and snapped his fingers: "So?"

Another hum from Grand Duke Ronnie interrupted them.

"I don't know if you have noticed," Long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie glanced at the other three: "But it seems that after Rumba finished his story, you forgot Exeter's pride and creed. Now, forget about the fact that he killed the king?"

He shook his head slightly: "This is not what we said."

Grand Duke Lecco, who hadn't spoken for a long time, tapped the desk lightly.

"Trust me, Couricun, and believe in my respect for Exeter," the old man raised his head. He was slow, but serious and serious: "But if what Charman Rumba says is 100% One is true, and I don’t want to take risks."

The three grand princes looked tight.

"Punishing Rumba is to maintain Exter’s balance and understanding, and to ensure that our rights are not violated," Lecco said flatly: "But if one day, Exter will no longer be strong and foreign enemies We can easily tear open our defense line, when we set foot on our territory..."

He frowned slowly, his hands clasped tightly.

"The family that we have worked so hard to protect and maintain, dedicated to continuing the bloodline of glory..."

"The descendants and grandchildren who have worked hard to cultivate, the territory that has worked hard to govern..."

"What about them?"

All the princes are silent.

Tludida snorted: "Do you still expect the Stars to retain our rights and identity like their empire ancestors, and let us continue to rule this land as a lord?"

Ronnie didn't speak.

"It won't be Olesiu anyway," Grand Duke Olesiu added coldly: "Hundreds of years ago, Tormund almost killed us, and then he was on the land and bones of the Olesiu family. And established the Star Kingdom."

Another silence.

But everyone knows that they must make a decision.

"Let’s put it this way, I’m starting to consider Rumba’s proposal," Trudida turned around, spread his hand, raised his eyebrows, and tentatively said: "But after I think about it—in case , I mean just in case... I don’t want to make an excuse to lie to you, and another person sneaks out to find Rumba to reach an agreement, so I’m putting it first."

He shook his head and looked at the other three people: "What did you say?"

"Do you know what this decision means?" Grand Duke Ronnie's eyes were getting sharper and sharper, and he said coldly: "Where do you put our co-existing king?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure that his soul and body are not together," Trudida shrugged and frowned:

"Come on, you must admit that Rumba's proposal is very attractive."

Ronnie looked at him disdainfully: "The part that divides the land, or the part of the stars?"

Trudida blinked and smiled slightly: "All."

Lecco and Olesiu both pressed their lips tightly and did not answer.

A few seconds later, Grand Duke Olesiu raised his head with a solemn expression: "I participated in that war, and I have also seen how the stars manage the city--but I have never thought so much like Rumba. "

"Until now."

His gaze swept toward the others, extremely solemn: "Wellan and the Olesiu family are too close to the stars."

Although it is not like Ludida, Olesiu's hint is obvious enough.

Ronnie frowned.

Grand Duke Lecco sighed deeply.

"Very well," the old man said exhaustedly, and he turned to Ronnie: "I understand what you think in your heart, but I think that the existence of Rumba is still within our control and can even be postponed, but the stars Threats..."

"The unruly Rumba and the increasingly powerful star kingdom," Grand Duke Lecco said slowly: "Who are we more willing to choose as our opponent?"

The three grand princes all looked at Ronnie with complicated eyes.

Ronnie stared at the soul-slaughtering gun stand above the fireplace behind the rectangular table.

In a few seconds.

"Before this, you have to know," Grand Duke Culicon Ronnie of Qiyuan City finally spoke slowly, his eyes sharply looking at others: "In any case, I will not choose Rumba as the king. Of."

Ronnie shook his head decisively: "Impossible."

"Very well," Trudida sighed in relief and shook his head: "Neither will I."

Several princes looked at each other, exchanging secret and subtle emotions.

A few seconds later, they all laughed in harmony.

But their laughter slowly subsided.

Rumba's footsteps came slowly from outside the hall.

"It seems that your consideration has come to fruition." Charman Rumba's voice sounded in the hall.

The four princes all turned to the black sand prince.

Rumba's footsteps are still steady, his posture is still healthy, but the vicissitudes of life on his face only get deeper.

"Is there anything we should know?" Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes.

Rumba came to the rectangular table, looked at his colleagues, and slowly nodded.

"Yes."

"Risban was beyond my expectation," Duke Heisha sighed: "His men have already begun to attack the city gate."

The faces of the princes tightened.

Before the change, this news was tantamount to rain from heaven to them.

But now...

"So," Rumba's eyes became extremely sharp: "We must make a decision now."

He stared at the four grand princes coldly, but this time, his aura was stronger and more pressing than ever.

"You lose with me here," Rumba gritted his teeth:

"Still with me, forge your new foundation in Longxiao City and save Exeter?"

Silence.

Suffocating silence much longer than before.

The princes' eyes met in the air countless times.

Finally.

Grand Duke Lecco nodded slightly.

"Charman," the old man turned to Rumba tremblingly, his eyes flashed with wisdom and vigilance: "First of all, you have to understand one thing."

Rumba squinted his eyes.

The other princes stared at Rumba coldly.

Grand Duke Lecco slowly stood up and paced to the center of the hall.

I saw the old man slowly stretched out his hand, raised his palm to his chest, and said faintly: "This is for Exter."

"Rogers, Lecco." Grand Duke Lecco said lightly.

Rumba looked at Lecco's eyes, and there was an instantaneous fluctuation.

But his left hand pressed the saber around his waist, and the fluctuations immediately evolved into firmness and cruelty.

"Of course." Chaman Rumba strode forward with a solemn expression.

"Charman Rumba."

Grand Duke Heisha stretched out his right hand and clasped Grand Duke Lecco's palm.

His tone is beyond doubt:

"For Exeter."

As the eyes of the two princes met, the two clasped palms shook vigorously in the air.

According to the ancient rituals of the North Land, the covenant was concluded with an oath.

The Grand Duke of Trudida raised his eyebrows slightly and walked between the two:

"Persius Trudida."

"For Longxiao City..."

The others frowned.

Trudida smiled slightly, blinked, and added: "...with Exter."

He pressed his palms on the clasped hands of the first two.

Rumba sneered.

Olesiu sighed deeply and walked to the opposite side of Trudida.

His face became extremely serious.

"Rebion Olesiu."

"To survive."

Olesiu nodded briefly and decisively at the others, clasped his right palm, and joined the oath of the three.

The four grand princes clasped their palms tightly and looked towards the only person left in the court.

Grand Duke Ronnie pursed his lips and stared at the ground.

One second.

Two seconds.

Just when Trudida began to worry, Grand Duke Ronnie suddenly threw off his cloak, walked to Rumba's side, and looked at Duke Black Sand.

Rumba looked back at him without flinching.

Ronnie looked away and glanced at the others.

The next second, Lord Qiyuan City stretched out his hand without hesitation, and clasped the palms of the four of them.

"Couricun Ronnie."

He speaks softly with deep meaning:

"For the Northland."

Black sand collar, guard the city, rebuild the tower, Weiland collar, pray for the city.

The covenant of the five princes was reached.

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On the upper floor of the Hall of Heroes, in a remote corridor, the soldiers of the black sand collar guarded tightly around, leaving the open space in the middle to the commander and the prisoners.

"You know, after that conversation in the snow, I care about you very much-Mr. Deputy Envoy, Lord Nieman."

The black sand-collared Viscount Cambida looked at Putila, who was a captive, and sighed: "I asked some friends to investigate you."

Putila frowned slightly: "Then what did you find out again?"

Viscount Cambeda approached Putila who was **** and smiled.

"Not a lot," the Viscount of Manton City slowly nodded: "As the attendant of Prince Midil, you are far from being as simple as you see it on the surface."

Putila squinted his eyes: "For example?"

"The people in the darkroom don't know much about your system, and they always treat you as the servant of Prince Midil," Cambida snorted, "After you left the court, in the Department of Foreign Affairs Things don’t care much."

"So I focused on investigating your whereabouts after you left the court during this period of time."

Putilai's face moved slightly.

"Learden twenty-four years ago..." Cambeda said flatly.

Putila frowned.

But Cambida continues:

"Changyin City 22 years ago, Steel City 19 years ago, Qilin Capital 15 years ago, Golden Corridor 14 years ago, Broken Dragon Fortress 12 years ago, ten years The former Jingbi City, the ruins five years ago," Just listen to Viscount Cambeda smiling and counting out the place names, happily:

"There are so many places you have been."

Putila looked solemnly at the Viscount before him, and sighed slightly.

"The Department of Foreign Affairs has a lot of business." He said briefly.

Cambeda shrugged.

"I'm afraid it's not just a lot of business," the Viscount walked behind him and shook his head: "Shall I remind you?"

Putila said nothing.

Cambeda began to pace around him, pacing and talking.

"Twenty-four years ago, the Humbler royal family's succession dispute, 22 years ago, Enrenzo's rebellion, 19 years ago, the feud between the Holy Tree Court and the royal hall, fifteen years Before, King Yao ascended the throne. Fourteen years ago, the Freedom League engulfed the surrounding civil wars. There is no need to mention the **** years. There were also the ship attacking storm of the Shark ten years ago and the desert war five years ago."

Like just now, Cambida said several nouns.

The Viscount stopped in front of Putila, and stopped the narrative, taking a moment to look at Putila's face.

But Putila just stared at each other, without saying a word.

"The attendant of the eldest son of King Midil, the former second-class civil servant of the Department of Foreign Affairs, the former Lord Viscount, Lord Putila Niman." Cambida let out a sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes:

"It seems that where the war is, where are you?"

Putila frowned slightly: "Really? I don't even remember."

"Or..." Viscount Cambida's eyes were strange, and the conversation turned around

"Where have you been," Cambida curled up her lips: "Where is the war?"

Putila laughed out loud.

"You really have a sense of humor," the deputy envoy shook his head and said with a smile: "According to you, the chaos in Longxiao City is the reason why I came?"

Cambeda's face changed.

The guy who doesn't leak.

"You don't seem to be nervous?" The Viscount turned cold: "Your Lord."

Putila raised his eyebrows: "Should I be nervous?"

Cambeda sneered.

He turned around, took a look at the surrounding decorations, and saw the rough and messy style of the Valiant Palace at a glance: "I know, you have many soldiers, trying to distract our attention, and the key to cover in the complex palace One step-maybe you are also one of them."

Putillae squinted and nodded pretentiously.

"And you dealt well, Your Excellency Viscount Cambida," the deputy envoy said helplessly: "Neither was easily transferred by us, nor rigidly adhered to it. Instead, a few elites were dispatched accordingly to continuously use The harassment hinders our approach."

Cambida turned around abruptly, eyes like an arrow, and shot at Putila.

"Every road leading to the Hall of Heroes, up and down six floors, we are heavily guarded," Cambeda's words became cold and decisive: "Every secret road in the Palace of Heroes, we know, even The windows and the observation deck are also being watched-I know you have a flying superpower, trust me, our crossbowmen will impress him outside the window."

Cambeda coldly asserted:

"Whether it is Nicolae or whoever, even if the kingdom's fury reaches here, you will not be able to get close to the hall at all, and you will not be against the archduke."

Putila looked at his eyes, with a deep and intriguing expression in his eyes: "Really?"

Cambeda frowned.

Why.

Why is he still so confident?

Cambeda clenched her teeth and asked her biggest doubt: "Why are you throwing yourself into the net?"

Putila sighed long.

"Because I am not at ease," the deputy envoy said lightly: "I want to make the final confirmation-especially here."

Cambida's heart moved: "What do you confirm?"

Putillay blinked, showing a sly expression.

"Make sure that you are not afraid of the cold, nor have you transported firewood inside."

Cambeda's face changed.

Putila smiled slightly.

The next second, Cambida's face became extremely pale. He turned around abruptly and asked one of his subordinates: "The fireplace in the Hall of Heroes and the chimney that leads to the top floor have been checked. Huh?"

Putila raised his eyebrows: "Oh, your reaction is so fast."

Cambeda’s subordinates came down to him and frowned: "We have all checked. In order to guard against assassins, there is a metal grid on every floor of the chimney of the Hall of Spirits, which normal people can’t pass. ."

He shook his head: "If they try to sneak into the hall from there, they will have to break at least six grids, and the movement will definitely be detected by us..."

At that moment, Cambida was struck by lightning.

"Grid, normal people...can't pass?"

Cambeda turned to Putila with difficulty, with an ugly face: "That prince, that boy..."

"Where is he?"

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In the Hall of Heroes, the five grand princes clasped their palms, looked at each other's eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Very well," Rumba's eyes were firm, and he looked at the other four: "As the first step of our sincere unity."

"It's time to explain to our Prime Minister the ‘truth’ of the king’s death."

"From today, the Kingdom of Exeter will open a new chapter."

The four grand princes looked terrified.

Just now.

"Boom!" There was a strange noise in the hall.

"Damn, the rope is not long enough..." A childish voice rang:

"The last one... Give me the past... Ah!"

The five grand princes were slightly surprised.

"Clang!" There was a strange knock.

Before the five grand princes could react, on the other side of the rectangular table, in the big fireplace under the soul-slaughtering gun stand, a black ball suddenly fell down?

A large area of ​​dust was stirred up.

The five grand princes all turned their heads, and were startled at the same time.

In the agitated dust, the little ball, which resembles coke, stretched out of his limbs and got up suddenly.

In the fierce coughing sound, the "ball" waved his hands desperately, ran for a while, and escaped from the dust of the fireplace: "Cough--"

The "round ball" fell on the edge of the rectangular table and was able to escape the dust attack.

The five grand princes still held each other's palms and looked at the little black "ball" in surprise.

It stood up cursingly~IndoMTL.com~ From the dark face, he pulled a piece of black cloth away, revealing the white lower half of his face.

It coughed twice before folding the black cloth carefully and stuffing it into the black pocket.

"Ah, Christmas hurry—Bah bah bah—hello," the ball raised his scorched head, wiped away the coke-like black on his face, and bared his big white teeth at them, "Dear princes, no Sorry, the chimney is a bit narrow."

The five grand princes slowly let go of each other's palms and looked at the little uninvited guest in disbelief.

There was suppressed anger on Rumba's face, Olesiu was extremely shocked, Trudida thoughtfully, Lecco frowned, and Ronnie's eyes cold.

"Do you mind if I join?"

The dusty, bottomless boy smiled at the dumbfounded five grand princes, rubbing the charcoal on his face, and sticking out his right palm in a modest manner:

"Tyles Canxing."

"For Exeter?"