Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 83: The Grand Duke

Outside the corridor where the atmosphere is still tense.

Vague voices can be heard in the hall of heroes, but they are not really heard outside the hall.

And Thales is so tired that he doesn't even have the strength to spur the crime of Hell River.

Nicolai let go of the hand that supported Mike and let him rest on his own. The latter stared painfully at the female soldier on the stretcher among the black sand collar crowd.

"Boss!" Lord Justin of the Blade Guard stepped forward and looked at the Meteorite with astonishment: "You disappeared from last night to now, why..."

"Ah, Justin," Nicolai looked gloomy, and he waved to his deputy commander from a distance: "You did a good job at least to guard the court."

"Leave a glimmer of life for us."

Justin looked stunned.

Nicolae walked towards Thales with a complex expression: "In fact, I never thought about it. You might succeed."

The prince, who was sitting on his back with his hands on the ground, raised his head and gave him a weak look.

"I know." Thales replied hoarsely, feeling like a hapless man who had just returned from drowning: "You are probably thinking: This guy is going to die."

Nicolai looked at him, his eyes shrunk slightly, as if thinking.

"It must be admitted," A few seconds later, Nicolai nodded imperceptibly, pursing the corners of his mouth: "You still have some small ways."

"Little Prince."

After speaking, the meteorite turned around and walked towards Prime Minister Lisban.

Thyls let out a breath and rolled his eyes.

"Will saying ‘thank you’ kill you?" He said in an angry manner behind the meteorite.

Nicolai stretched his hand to the back of his head and waved it indifferently.

The awkward guy... Thales slandered in the bottom of his heart.

In the strange eyes of the two groups of people in front of the hall, their people returned one by one.

Huaiya was ashamed and guilty, and apologized for not being able to fight with His Royal Highness.

Rolfe took off a prosthetic leg to reveal his worn-out knee, while gesturing "really bad" to him.

Cohen told him excitedly and comforted that he was honored to fight with him.

Thyls could only smile at them over and over again.

On the other side of the wall, Raphael helped the weak Miranda sit down slowly.

But Miranda grabbed Raphael's hand.

The female swordsman raised her head weakly, enduring the pain in her abdomen, looking sadly at Raphael who was expressionless.

A second later, Miranda, with red eyes, stretched out her hands, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, and tried to pull him towards herself with a slight force.

Raphael was slightly startled, his heart tightened.

"No," he subconsciously held down Miranda, shook his head ugly: "We are still on the enemy's territory..."

The weak Miranda didn't say a word, just staring at him quietly.

This...

Idiot.

The next moment, Miranda's hand on the man's neck suddenly pressed hard!

Raphael was slightly startled, and was pulled forward by Miranda.

The two are only a few inches apart.

The female swordsman looked at him seriously and solemnly.

The eyes...

Like years ago: the girl who seriously said "smile" to him in the snow.

"Listen to me word by word."

Miranda halted every word, as if teaching his own recruits, softly but severely said to him: "I almost died there today."

"I almost couldn't come back."

"Did you hear clearly?"

Miranda's eyes shot straight into Raphael's eyes, making his heart sore, not knowing how to react.

Raphael sighed. He looked at Miranda's fierce expression in a mixed mood.

The girl in the snow...has grown up.

The two looked at each other quietly.

"So," she said categorically: "When I want to kiss you, Raphael Lindbergh."

The young man from the secret department looked at Miranda in a daze.

Looking at her getting closer and closer, watching her black hair wet on her forehead from sweating.

Miranda smiled slowly:

"Then I just want to kiss you."

The next second, the female swordsman raised her head and kissed his lips without hesitation.

Ignore the gaze around me.

At that moment, Raphael's heart trembled.

The pain and soreness in his chest that he has been suppressing for a long time seems to disappear in an instant, leaving only the banging heartbeat.

Overwhelm the other throbbing in his remnant body.

Even the things inside him quieted unconsciously.

On the side of the black sand collar, Viscount Cambida frowned and went to a stretcher, looking at the wounded on it.

"How about, Ashe?" the Viscount asked lightly.

"Anklebone," Croaich on the stretcher withdrew his gaze from the kissing Miranda and Raphael, and then passed the sad-looking Mike and comforted Cohen, with a cold smile: I've been lying down for a few months."

At the last minute, she and Miranda both kept their hands.

Maybe they all know that this will never be their end.

The next second, Kroaishi, who was suffering from severe pain, twitched his face: "Also, don't call me Ashe."

"That title does not belong to you."

"Okay, Ashe," Cambida nodded suddenly: "Would you like some medicine to relieve the pain?"

Crow Ash frowned.

She looked at Viscount Cambida unhappy and gave a cold snort.

Your Excellency the Viscount looked back at her without guilty.

"You should take less medicine." A few seconds later, Croix turned his head and said unceremoniously: "I have had enough of your medicine."

Cambeda laughed blankly.

"Are you still holding your hate..." Cambida rolled her eyes and curled her mouth: "I'll give you a drug?"

Crow Ash suddenly turned his head!

She stared straight at Cambida, her eyes fierce.

"Humph." Croash snorted coldly.

Cambeda patted her head helplessly.

"I might have drunk too much that night, but..."

"Aside from taking off your clothes, I didn't do anything else?" The Viscount Manton shrugged, squinted his eyes, and glanced across Croaich's full chest: "You know, I am not interested in big breasts."

Crow Ash looked at him silently.

Seeing your Excellency a little bit chilling.

"Yes, you didn't do anything else."

Crow Ash whispered softly: "But you destroyed my conviction by drinking all night."

Take Lhasa Cambeda.

You destroyed my belief in swords for a living.

It was you who made me realize for the first time: what I am.

Where is my value?

"Also," Croix looked coldly and looked directly into Cambida's eyes: "It doesn't matter what you are interested in, it has nothing to do with my breast size."

Cambeda smiled slightly.

"If you can destroy your beliefs, then drinking is really worth it."

"And, you think your breast size is only related to you," the Viscount sighed, and stretched out his finger without hesitation, poking Kroaishi's chest like a piece of ordinary pork. Leather armor: "But this world doesn't think so."

Just when Kroaishi's eyes could kill, the door of the Hall of Heroes opened.

Everyone outside the hall turned their heads.

With steady, light, heavy, or nervous footsteps, a group of people filed out.

The soldiers and guards immediately stepped back respectfully to make way for them.

Thyls frowned: The figure of Duke Heisha was walking at the forefront, while the other princes accompanied each other with different expressions, especially after seeing the murderous and nervous Heisha led the army, their faces became more Ugly.

The first person to respond was the long-awaited Prime Minister Lisbane.

The Prime Minister patted Nicolai on the shoulder, ended the whispering between them, and then strode up to meet him.

"Chaman Rumba," the old prime minister has a steady pace and a bad tone: "What a surprise."

"Whether last night or now."

Rumba's expression is very complicated. He pursed his lips lightly, his face becoming more serious.

"Earl of Brisbane."

He turned a deaf ear to his profound greetings to Brisbane.

The Grand Duke turned around and nodded to Cambida, then looked at the other people who came out with him.

Olesiu walked away with a solemn face, while Ronnie looked away disdainfully.

In everyone's eyes, the chief priest of Haoyue Temple Holm slowly stepped out behind them.

Thyls was nervous and held his breath.

She was still covered with a veil, her eyes were melancholy and misty, but she occasionally swept at Thales, which always made the prince worried.

The high priest held Selma's hand, looking peaceful and quiet.

Selma was anxious and anxiously searching for something, until her eyes met Thales, the girl seemed to relax and exhaled.

Thyls smiled encouragingly.

The girl still looks embarrassed, but at least her gray face has been cleaned up and she can see the original appearance.

As a vassal of Longxiao City, Earl Lisbane focused his solemn and solemn gaze on Selma, as if thinking about something.

Rumba slowly raised his hands, and the whispering audience suddenly calmed down.

Just listen to Lombard saying indifferently: "I am here to declare to the entire Exeter."

"Last night, under the invasion of disasters, our esteemed king, His Majesty Nunn VII, has unfortunately passed away."

His voice is not loud, but he is very powerful, echoing in the hallway, quite imposing.

At that moment, Thales clearly caught a glimpse of the expressions of the other princes, except for Lecco, who was expressionless.

Earl Lisbane fixed his gaze on Rumba's face.

Silence.

Although it has been prepared for a long time, even though the rumors spread, even though the king's delay in returning has already explained what.

But at the moment of hearing the news, everyone's breathing still trembled.

The look of Nicolai and a kind of Blade Guard is even more ugly.

In an instant, the soldiers of the black sand collar and the soldiers of the court commotion, whispering to each other.

At first it was just whispering, and then it turned into a louder and louder noise, like an inexplicable panic spreading.

Until Rumba raised his hand again: "Quiet!"

"As his granddaughter and blood relatives," Rumba turned his head complexly and said faintly: "Selma Alex, Suriel Walton, will inherit his position."

Following the Grand Duke's gestures, everyone could see the bewildered little girl with glasses beside the chief priest.

"Become the next Dragon City..."

"Grand Duke."

This time, compared to the gradual panic caused by the king's death, the whole hall was in an uproar!

The girl.

The Grand Duke?

Whether it is the soldiers of the black sand collar, the men of the princes, or even the palace guards who were loyal to King Nunn and Dragon City, they were shocked and looked after each other.

If it weren't for the fact that most of the people were fighters, maybe the scene would have been out of control.

Only the Blade Guard, including Nicolai, seemed calm.

But the princes, including the green-faced Prime Minister Lisbane, were not surprised.

Seeing Selma's face turned from red to white, panicking, after receiving everyone's gaze, Thales felt very uncomfortable.

Rumba looked at the audience solemnly, motionless.

At this moment, Prime Minister Lisban stepped forward and stepped forward.

His actions caught everyone's attention.

I saw Earl Lisbane come to Selma and squat down slowly.

"My lady, how are you?" He said softly, as if to comfort a child.

Selma looked at him blankly.

I saw the wrinkles on the earl’s face trembling slightly: "I am Charles Resban."

"I was a vassal of your grandfather and the prime minister of his kingdom."

"Hello." I don't know if it was a signal from the chief priest, Selma replied timidly: "My Lord Earl..."

Risban shook his head, his eyes filled with love and sorrow.

"No, please remember," the earl said sternly: "I am your vassal."

"Allegiance to you."

Selma was stunned, she stared at the count's serious expression.

In the noisy hallway, Selma nodded and pursed her lips.

"Hello," the girl tried to put on a firm look: "Charles."

Only then did Lisban smile on his wrinkled face and slowly got up.

Among the tumultuous crowd, Croaich shook his head ironically, half sitting on a stretcher: "Oh, in the end, it was our enemy who brought out a female grandfather."

"It's ironic."

Viscount Cambida turned around and said: "Do you really think so?"

Kroeich also disdainfully said: "Isn't it?"

Cambeda gave a chuckle and poked her head quickly.

"No, no, Ashe," under Kroaishi's murderous gaze, the Viscount dexterously retracted his right hand before the female warrior broke his finger: "Listen carefully with your cute little head. "

Cambeda’s sharp eyes turned to Selma, and then to the silhouettes of the princes, looking at their faces that were blue, calm, or angry, and sighed: "The reason why the North A female grandfather, it’s not because of coincidence or some other reason."

"And it is precisely because we hit the first hammer."

"For the first time, I smashed the iron rules that haunted the North for thousands of years."

Croaig paused slightly.

"Because we shook this hammer," Mr. Viscount said with deep meaning, with a slightly raised mouth. "Amidst the debris and mess, the Northland and Northlanders caught off guard, were able to accept the first female grandfather."

Maybe it's not just the Grand Duke.

There are other things.

"Remember?" Cambida's eyes were burning with a strange flame, and he said every word:

"If you don't work, you won't get it."

Kroache lowered his eyes, thoughtfully.

At this moment, Lord Holm put down the girl's hand and stepped forward slowly.

The Grand Duke of Rumba stepped back with great grace, giving her aside.

The chief priest spoke quietly.

The commotion outside Mingming Hall has not subsided, and her words are not very loud.

Unexpectedly, the words of the chief priest sounded clearly and directly in everyone’s ears:

"As the spokesperson of Haoyue, I solemnly declare to the entire Kingdom of Exeter."

Everyone suddenly became one of them.

"The thirty-fifth Exeter raised the king, the Grand Duke of Dragon City, and Nunnai Kajukan Walton."

"He died today~IndoMTL.com~ is still silent, but it is no longer as depressing as the atmosphere before.

Because everyone knows what's next.

Just listen to the chief priest Holm indifferently:

"According to Nekaru's co-governance oath six hundred and sixty-two years ago."

"The old king has died, and the new king shall stand."

"Haoyue is here to witness."

"Under the sacred effect of Nicaru's co-governance oath, one person in the great and solemn election meeting has already won the highest vote and has been selected as the next co-judgment king."

At that moment, everyone's gaze swept towards the several princes present. Almost all the princes looked ugly. Ronnie even turned his head in disdain.

In the depressed atmosphere, the expressionless Chaman Rumba waved his cloak and stepped forward slowly.

Stand under everyone's scrutiny eyes.