Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 65: Difficult

After listening to his subordinate's return, Viscount Cambida took a deep breath.

He turned his head and looked at Putila again.

"What is this?" Cambeda said coldly.

Putila moved her eyebrows, and said nothing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Cambida's face is ugly, he strode forward to the opponent, his height advantage of half a head made him look full of power, "doing so much, it's just..."

"Just to send a seven-year-old kid to see the Grand Duke?" Cambeda frowned, her eyes sharp and cold.

Putila let out a sigh of relief.

He missed the pipe and tobacco in his arms very much. Unfortunately, his tied hands made him sigh.

The deputy envoy had to grind his teeth and talk about the anti-smoking addiction.

"In your opinion, what should we do at this time?"

Putila raised his head and looked at his opponent unnervedly: "Desperately charge to the death? Recklessly carry out the assassination? Run across the city for assistance? Try to escape the danger? Or try to shake hands with you to make peace?" /

He shrugged, as if it were just a relaxed conversation with old friends.

Cambida took a deep breath, relaxed her mind, and restrained her surprise and anger at the accident.

With thoughtful and meticulous planning and broad-sighted vision, he climbed up as a lord, won his current position among the local vassals of the Black Sands, and became the chief think tank of the Grand Duke.

In the Grand Duke’s plan, if there is an accident, anyone can panic, angry, and crazy—just like an ordinary and typical Northlander.

Only he can't.

No.

For the great future in their hearts.

That one is free from the heavy shackles and has an infinitely possible future.

Thinking of this, the chill on Cambida's face relieved slightly.

"Impossible." This word came out slowly from your viscount.

Putila raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Cambida shook her head.

"You cannot pin your hopes on a child-this is not a legendary novel."

"What the **** are you doing? What are you expecting?" Viscount Cambeda snorted, with a weird smile on his face: "Or is there something on that boy? A letter from King Kessel? Some great prince's. Promise? A powerful legendary anti-magic weapon? A special alchemy ball? Even the edict of the Empress of Heilan? Or is he just a stand-in to attract attention?"

Putila lowered one eyebrow and glanced at him playfully: "You don't seem to believe it."

Cambeda shook her head slowly.

"Let's put it this way, your honour, in your eyes," the deputy envoy shrugged: "What should the game between us be like?"

"The deployment of troops in front of the two armies? The political strategy of swapping chips? Even the simplest and direct conspiracy to assassinate?"

Cambeda stared closely at Putila's eyes, but could only find endless depth and peaceful peace from within.

Like the most experienced politicians, the most experienced spies.

The Viscount said softly: "Whatever is good, even if you send Nicolai or yourself, it is wiser than sending a child to five princes."

Putila seemed to be amused: "He is not an ordinary person."

Cambeda took a step back, tilting her head and staring at Putila.

"Perhaps in your Fuxing Palace, that kid can follow the good script given by the king, cooperate with your performance, and earn the reputation of premature wisdom," Cambida sighed softly: "But here— Facing the Northlanders, you will regret it."

Putila raised his head and met Cambida's playful eyes.

"Perhaps in your opinion, the extraordinary skill of the meteorites can kill the enemy and even turn the tide of the battle, and the one or two strategies of the next person are enough to make you messy."

"But in fact, we all know it well," the deputy envoy of the Xingchenren said slowly: "The key to this game has never been these corners, small details."

"The battle to determine the outcome has just begun."

Good.

Xingchen's deputy rubbed his fingers behind his back.

He said silently in his heart: At least, the Viscount Lord was caught off guard by our actions.

In other words, in terms of intelligence, the black sand collar and us have returned to the same starting point...

They no longer have a way to obtain an irreversible advantage step by step through advance preparation and secret actions.

From this moment on.

Putila closed his eyes, then slowly opened them.

Tyles Star, you will face the fairest and most cruel duel.

What would you do?

Cambeda's face sank.

He looked at the star man coldly, and it took a long time before he spoke quietly: "The battle to decide the outcome?"

"And what bargaining chip does that boy have?"

Your Excellency the Viscount whispered: "You don't know what kind of person the Grand Duke is, what kind of power he possesses, or where he stands, condescendingly looking down at the world."

Cambeda squinted her eyes and said solemnly: "In the face of overwhelming power, all conspiracies and tricks are pale."

Putila didn't speak, but after hearing these words, he looked at Cambida with a strange look, and the corners of his mouth cocked slightly.

He slowly smiled, then let out a continuous laugh.

Viscount Cambida's pupils shrink slightly.

Putila's laughter continued.

"You are laughing," Cambida said flatly: "You don't agree?"

The laughter lasted for several seconds before Putila took a deep breath, stopped the twitching of his muscles, and showed a strange expression.

"I thought that even if you are planning for people, you should be more or less enlightened when you reach the level of you and me," he looked at Cambida's face and bowed slightly:

"Overwhelming power?"

Putilai sneered disapprovingly: "The people who can say this are mostly weak people who don't know anything about power, or poor people who cannot pursue power."

Cambeda's expression slowly stiffened.

Putila raised his eyebrows lightly and continued: "Because they have never understood power, they can only use poor imagination and self-deception assumptions to describe what they have never obtained, infinitely exaggerating power. Almighty, to fill the emptiness in my heart and justify my failure."

"Like weak mortals, they are used to describing gods they have never seen as omnipotent beings."

Cambeda looked at him blankly.

"However, only those who have real power and have experienced power know it." Putila blinked and raised his head to look at the ceiling.

"The so-called overwhelming power," Putila sighed slowly, with a rare look of memory and regret in his eyes:

"It never existed."

Cambeda thoughtfully, motionless.

In a few seconds.

"It's worthy of being someone who used to stay in Dragon Kiss Academy," Your Excellency said softly: "Sophistry eloquence is really good."

Putila smiled slightly: "Thank you."

"He is just a child," Cambida slowly shook his head, showing a playful smile: "He can't do anything with the prince's presence."

"He is not just a child," Putila quickly responded, with infinite brilliance in the deputy envoy's eyes: "He is Thales Star."

Cambeda also laughed tauntingly: "There is the fairest battlefield. No matter whether it is the royal family or the blood of Canxing, it will not bring him any help."

Putila snorted softly.

"Yes, the fairest battlefield," Putila squinted and nodded gently: "Irhasa Cambeda."

"Why do you follow Grand Duke Heisha?"

Cambeda was startled slightly.

"Is it because of the orthodox bloodline of the Rumba family? Is it because of the strong heritage of the black sand collar? Is it because of the status of the grand duke? Or because you happened to be born in the black sand collar?"

Putilai shook his head and closed his eyes: "Similarly, Your Excellency, Viscount."

"The king does not respect blood," Putila took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes:

"The kid’s biggest bargaining chip has never been his blood or origin."

Silence.

The two eyes face each other like swords.

Cambeda frowned.

Damn it.

This guy...

Can't ask at all.

Cambeda quietly clenched her fists.

How much do they know about our plans and methods?

No.

Cambeda's heart suddenly moved slightly--not at all.

At least, look at him like this...

They don't care about the power of the Grand Duke at all-it's terrible.

But what’s more frightening is that they don’t even care about their strength.

Because...

Cambeda's eyes lit up.

He turned his head abruptly, and hurriedly said to the subordinates behind him: "Send a message to the Lord!"

Putila frowned slightly.

"Their goal is not us," Cambida took a deep breath and tried to calmly say:

"It uses the fear of other princes..."

"Turn them into our enemies!"

Putilai's face changed slightly.

Cambeda's subordinates led away.

"I am really impressed," Putila raised his eyebrows slightly, with uncontrollable surprise in his words: "Viscount Cambida."

Cambida turned around, his face solemnly looked at his opponent: "Each each other."

"Lord Nieman."

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The five grand princes stared at him intently.

Until he cleared the black gray on his face where he could see clearly.

Embarrassed.

At this moment, this is the only adjective Thales can find.

"Can someone explain?"

Grand Duke Trudida blew his whistle, looked at Thales with a subtle expression on his face, and turned to several princes, as if asking for help: "About a star prince inexplicably emerging from the fireplace of the Palace of Valor Story?"

"As I said," Grand Duke Ronnie tilted his head and hummed coldly to Rumba: "Surprises are never late."

Rumba looked at the embarrassed Thales blankly, with endless chill in his eyes, almost overflowing.

Tyles, who was breathing distressed because of the chimney or nervousness, couldn't help taking a deep breath with the gaze of the five princes.

Calm down, calm down, Thales.

He clenched his fists.

I have come here.

The final battlefield.

He thought of all the people who set out to draw his attention and open space.

As long as I win, they will survive... as much as possible.

Thyls raised his head heavily, his gaze sweeping across every archduke.

First of all.

To open the conversation.

"Believe me, if it weren't for our Grand Duke of Lombard, he would have blocked almost every road from the city gate to here with heavy troops, and put you all in a small cage isolated from the outside world," Thales tried to control himself The voice makes it sound relaxed and comfortable, and at the same time tries to remind every grand prince of their situation:

"In fact, I prefer to be neatly dressed and meet you in the reception room."

Grand Duke Ronnie squinted his eyes and gave a lukewarm laugh, while Olesiu looked at him solemnly.

"I admire your courage, boy," Ronnie whispered, "but you came to the wrong place."

"You broke into the Hall of Heroes, the place where the five Archduke of Exter solemnly discussed."

He sharpened his face: "You violated the dignity of the people of the North."

Thyls felt a little bit in his heart.

The atmosphere is not right.

He frowned, and carefully recalled the words Xiao Qiantou, Nicolai and Putile had said to him.

"Infringement of dignity?" Thales took a deep breath: "Will it be more serious than a grand duke of Exter killing the king and trampling on the co-governance oath?"

The five grand princes all smiled.

Several people looked at each other.

"Be careful, boy," Olesiu snorted coldly, glaring at him: "Sometimes, saying the wrong thing can be fatal."

Thyls chuckled lightly and stiffened his neck.

The eyes of the five grand princes are unbearable—especially those from Lombard and Ronnie.

"I don't know if you already knew about this, but His Majesty Nunn has passed away unfortunately." Thales tried his best to clenched his fists to prevent his breathing from exceeding the upper limit, causing his voice to tremble.

"But I was there and saw it with my own eyes." Thales said categorically.

Trudida sighed long.

Thyls watched their expressions carefully.

"And after that incident came strangely and manipulated the man behind the scenes from the invasion of the disaster to the assassination of the monarch." The second prince gritted his teeth and threw the next sentence: "Standing among you, trying to convince you , To cover up his crimes, clean up the mess, and go with him."

Tyles took a step forward and looked at Rumba solemnly.

"Chaman Rumba," he said solemnly: "Do you really want to be with this kingslayer?"

"Even if he broke your iron law?"

"Become the most unstable factor in Dakm?"

A second has passed.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

To Thales’s surprise, the princes only gave Rumba a weird look.

It seems that something funny has happened.

Thyls's heart chuckles.

He feels something bad instinctively.

Lyco coughed vigorously, then frowned and turned to Rumba: "Is this part of your show, Charman?"

Rumba still has that cold face unsmiling.

"No, it was an accident." He said coldly, his eyes never leaving Thales.

Thyls looked up at Rumba, worried, and his white teeth were exposed.

What's wrong?

No.

Thyls told himself: He has to take the initiative to test his opponent.

"Hey, Charman, I came here with all my hard work," the second prince forced a smile and said in the tone of seeing an old acquaintance: "Would you like me to have a drink, old friend?"

Tels raised his eyebrows: "When you proposed to form an alliance with me in front of the fortress, didn't you still owe me a glass of rye?"

The eyes of the four princes turned to Rumba openly or secretly.

Rumba snorted coldly.

"Of course, I have prepared a wine glass for you." Grand Duke Heisha said quietly.

Thyls looked suspicious.

The next moment, Rumba sharpened his eyes, and then suddenly raised his volume: "Guards, two people come in."

The voice fell.

Tyles's face condensed.

A question came from outside the hall: "Grand Duke Lecco?"

"Do as Charman said," the bald old man exhaled, shook his head, and looked at Thales with joking expressions: "Send one of our guests out."

Tyles' face changed drastically!

What are you doing?

Can't even open the conversation?

Why don't you play cards according to the routine?

"Wait a minute!"

The second prince raised his hands anxiously, toward the other four justices:

"At least listen to me, about the kingkiller, about his wanting to hold Exeter and strengthen himself..."

However, to his surprise, he was interrupted.

"Oh, Chaman Rumba, the Kingslayer," Trudida gave a ill-intentioned smile: "I heard that King Nunn died a pity."

"Thank you, we know."

"His Royal Highness of the Stars."

At that moment, Thales felt cold.

What's wrong?

They-princes, why?

Thyls breathed in a trance.

The other princes have subtle expressions, as if they were not surprised.

Olesiu looked at him coldly, his eyes pressing.

Grand Duke Lecco looked at the floor tiles hollowly, as if he didn't care.

Trudida's smile is like poison, chilling.

Even Ronnie, who spoke righteously at the first meeting, was expressionless.

Only Rumba sneered at him, like a gambler with a winning ticket.

The sound of guards' footsteps came from outside the hall.

For that second, Thales swallowed palely.

No.

No, they shouldn't be this reaction.

For an instant, he suddenly understood.

The words they just said~IndoMTL.com~What "for Exeter" is not ordinary words.

The princes and Rumba have reached an agreement.

What did Rumba tell the princes?

Temptation? committed to? Threat? Conspiracy?

It can even make them ignore the crime of killing the king, regardless of Exeter's tradition and stability?

Let them turn a blind eye to Lombard's move of holding soldiers and pushing the palace, and choose to conspire with a dangerous murderer?

The sound of footsteps outside the hall is getting closer and closer--the one who came to **** him out.

Thyls looked at the princes in disbelief—they were still sneering slightly.

As if at this moment, Thales was stunned as a clown.

At that moment, Thales, who was standing in the Hall of Heroes, suddenly realized how difficult the task he had to face.