Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 85: Severe cold weather

King Chaman and his subordinates reorganized the team in the strange eyes of others, and the king came to the Prime Minister who should be the former Prime Minister.

Earl Lisbane stood up from the Grand Duke's side and looked at the new king without showing any weakness.

Selma looked at the two nervously.

"Now, my people and I are leaving the Palace of Valor, the first city gate, and even the city of Longxiao," King Chaman said with a cold face, his left hand seemed to hold the saber around his waist casually, his right hand Throwing the Soulbreaker Blade to Lord Tuleha, "Earl Lisbane, your patrols in the city, shouldn't you stop them?"

Earl Lisbane showed an unwarm smile, his eyes flashing over the hostile black sand-collared soldiers around him.

"How dare we hinder His Majesty's itinerary?" The old count said lightly: "As long as the black sand-collared men and horses can withdraw from Longxiao City amicably."

Risban squinted: "Except for the most unreasonable lunatic, no one in this country dares to disrespect the king."

Charman I nodded lightly without expression, as if he didn't understand what the earl was saying.

"Then, I hope you can provide supplies and shelters for my people to meet the extreme cold that is coming," the king seemed to test indifferently: "There should be no problem."

This time, Lord Earl refused very simply: "Forgive me."

King Chaman exhaled from his nose.

His eyes are cold.

"Due to some'reasons', there are still a lot of mess in Longxiao City that need to be cleaned up." Earl Lisbane, who has been accustomed to the wind and waves, kept his expression unchanged, and said lightly: "I apologize for the lack of hospitality in Longxiao City. But I have to serve my lord first, and then I can spare no effort to share the worries of the northern people."

"You know, I am no longer the prime minister of the kingdom who serves the whole territory."

Chaman frowned imperceptibly.

He looked at the little girl with glasses next to Lisban, at her stained platinum hair.

Selma folded her arms nervously.

Wang Chaman nodded slowly.

"In the end, even the king has to rely on himself, isn't it?" Chaman said lightly: "We will find our own camp."

Earl Lisbane moved lightly and stood in front of the grand prince, with an expression of rejection.

The king withdrew his eyes.

"I wish you success in your rule, girl," King Chaman said with deep meaning, "After all, we are already tied together."

"I will look at you, and I will look at that boy."

The king said lightly: "Please remember: He is our bargaining chip against the stars."

"Also remember your oath: defend Exeter and the Northland to the death."

Selma turned pale suddenly.

Without waiting for their response, King Chaman with the scarlet crown turned around and walked outside the palace surrounded by soldiers.

The White Blade Guards and the Palace Guards watched them away coldly, but their fingers never left the Blade.

In the crowd, Tuleha, the burning knight, clutching the Soulbreaker Blade, passed by the former White Blade Guard commander with subtle eyes.

"Keep it well," Nicolai said while bandaging the wound on his arm without raising his head: "This is a great weapon that has saved Xilu."

The Burning Knight frowned slightly, he stopped and looked at the Soulbreaker Blade in his hand.

"I will send someone to send the "Handling of the White Blade" to the black sand collar. Of course, you have to make the money for the white blade." There is no emotion in Nicolai's words, as if he is doing the most boring and rigid Work: "From then on, the spirit of the White Blade Guard will be passed on by you."

"Don't insult its name."

Fucking irony.

The meteorite said coldly in his heart.

Tulha stroked the strange arc on the Soulbreaker Blade.

The White Blade Guard.

He raised his head.

"Without this knife," the burning knight said aggressive and provocative: "What else can you do?"

"Meteorite?"

Nikolai stopped working.

His face also changed.

"Let me think about it..." Nicolai clenched his fists, with a chill in his eyes: "For example, suddenly coming out of an unknown dark corner, and then cutting off the head of a certain kingslayer? "

Tulha looked at him quietly.

"You know, the guys in the extreme realm, the most effective identity is not a fighter," Nicolai said softly: "It's an assassin."

Tulham stared at him silently, letting the subordinates behind him leave in groups.

His complexion is like ice.

Nicolai seemed unconscious and continued to stare at the enemy without showing any weakness.

A few seconds later, the Burning Knight laughed coldly.

"Hahahaha..."

Just see Figure Leha hanging the unsheathed Soulbreaker Blade to his waist, looking at the pale meteorite with interest

Nicolai looked at him coldly.

But what happened next was beyond the meteorite's expectations.

Tulha did not hesitate to grab the other weapon at his waist, attach it to the scabbard, draw it outward, and then throw it hard!

Nicolai was taken aback and stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Catch the weapon thrown by the opponent from a distance.

One second later, he saw the weapon in his hand clearly and opened his mouth in surprise.

He glanced back at the calm-faced fiery knight.

"What do you mean?" Nicolai gritted his teeth, looked at the sun saber in his hand, his face uneasy.

Tulha looked at his old weapon, with nostalgia and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Keep it well," the Burning Knight said softly, seemingly with infinite emotion: "Compared with saving Xilu...this is a great weapon that has saved the world."

Nicolai held the golden saber in his hand in a daze, speechless for a moment.

"Remember, Meteor," Turleha turned around, knocked the Soulbreaker Blade on his waist, his voice was strong, and his eyes were subtle: "We have no division."

Wearing the torn armor, the Burning Knight took a cast iron step and left without nostalgia.

Nicolai looked at his distant back, frowning, his teeth clenching tighter.

Damn it.

This...

This guy...

"A good man," Mike came to him with a cane, looked at Tuleha's figure, and shook his head in a sigh: "Unfortunately standing in the wrong position."

Nicolai closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.

The meteorite turned to his old friend.

"I'm here to say goodbye," I saw Mike patted Nicolai on the shoulder with a bitter expression: "There will be some time later, my friend."

He glanced at Grand Duke Walton who was surrounded by a crowd in the distance, his face hesitant.

"You know, you can stay." Nicolai whispered.

"No."

"My story in the hand-to-hand book," Finally, Mike sighed, looked into the distance, turned away on crutches:

"This is the real end."

Nicolai watched him leaving behind, without saying a word.

He just reached into his pocket and grabbed an ordinary stone.

Among the people who left the black sand collar, Cambida followed King Chaman.

Your Excellency the Viscount looked at the Burning Knight catching up from behind, his eyes flicking over the lone Soulbreaker blade on the latter's waist, his face hesitating.

"That is the saber of the rising sun. It is said to be the first legendary anti-devil weapon that changed the world," Cambida said dissatisfied, but the latter ignored him, so the viscount turned to His Majesty the King: "You just do it. Because he sent the sharpest weapon in the world as tattered, your Majesty the Grand Duke?"

Tulha snorted softly.

King Chaman didn't turn his head back, but his eyes turned slightly.

"The sharpest?" The newly promoted king of the co-excitation lowered his head and muttered.

But Chaman I only paused for a second, then raised his head again, regaining indifference and calmness.

"My sharpest weapon," the king said in a grand manner, stepping over the floor tiles of the Palace of Valor, stepping through the simple and rough decorations, and said slowly:

"Aren't you standing behind me?"

Cambeda's expression paused for a moment, frowned.

Behind the king, the tall and sturdy Lord Tulha cocked his mouth imperceptibly.

Your Excellency, the Viscount, slowed down and let others overtake him.

Tulha passed by and nodded lightly at him.

"What a prodigal."

Viscount Cambeda looked at the back of the king and the lord, closed his eyes, and sighed softly:

"But because of this, I am willing to follow him and treat him as my king."

"Until the end of my life."

He folded his arms, his expression indifferent, his eyes sharp.

The corners of the mouth bend in an interesting arc.

"I deliberately took a pose when I came, and then shook out such a handsome remark," Kroesi on the stretcher was just carried by Cambida, and the female soldier sneered disdainfully: "The technique It’s too old-fashioned."

Cambeda frowned.

"At least cooperate with me and say something like ‘Ah, that’s why we fight’." The Viscount started again, and followed Kroaishi's stretcher dissatisfiedly.

"Stop talking." Kroaishi interrupted him coldly: "Because of that boy, the co-government vows are even more stable to the end, we are still back where we were, nothing has changed."

"Work but not earn."

Viscount Cambeda raised his eyebrows, showing an interesting expression.

"Working without getting paid, returned to the place, nothing changed?" Your Excellency seemed to have heard something funny.

He turned around and looked at the princes who were discussing something in a low voice: "Only those who live in the past and don't want to wake up think so."

Crow Ash looked at him suspiciously.

"Actually," Cambida turned his head again and chuckled: "People including Your Majesty Chaman, the Grand Duke, and the Prince..."

"They have changed everything."

The female soldier looked at Cambida’s deep expression and suddenly felt that this man became a little scary

"Believe me, from today onwards, the severe cold is approaching," Cambida sneered, glanced over the countless historical decorations and furnishings in the palace, and gently stepped on the floor tiles that have been stepping on the soles of my feet:

"The Kingdom of Exeter..."

"Never go back to where I was."

"Fortunately, Prince Thales, if it were not the insistence of that little girl," Grand Duke Lecco stood in front of the star prince, looked at the listless boy, and sighed: "The place where you live forever is Black Sand City. It’s a wonderful experience to be with the king."

Thyls moved slightly.

He turned around and looked at Selma who was talking with Lisbane in the distance.

The prince took a deep breath and turned around again: "He, King Chaman made this order at the election meeting as one of the conditions?"

"Oh no," Grand Duke Lecco shook his head, his muddy eyes showed interesting colors: "It's not a condition he offered."

"All of us, think this is safer."

"Your Highness."

The worried Talston was speechless.

One second later, the prince lowered his head as if discouraged.

"All of you?"

"Really."

He closed his eyes and his mood was gloomy.

Yes.

After I did that desperately...

Grand Duke Lecco watched him quietly.

"You know, Prince Thales."

"After today, in addition to the threat from the stars that Chaman said..."

"There are also many people who will be afraid of you, just like the Canstar family, which has been born in large numbers and prospered over the years."

Of course, it's not just talent that comes out in large numbers.

Grand Duke Lecco silently added a sentence in his heart:

There are lunatics.

The old man's eyes lit up and his expression came alive: "But I look forward to you too."

Thyls opened his eyes: "Expect me?"

Grand Duke Lecco nodded quietly.

"I don't know how Charman became like this," the old man looked at the king's back and was slowly overwhelmed by the soldiers, and said solemnly: "But we can all feel it: he is getting more and more dangerous. ."

"The extreme cold is coming." He exclaimed.

Thyls pondered this sentence.

"Maybe one day, we will need your power to fight him," Grand Duke Lecco looked at Thales seriously: "Just like today."

Thyls, in a confused mood, didn't know how to answer.

"Is it over?"

Grand Duke Olesiu walked up coldly and glanced at Thales: "I've had enough, and I don't want to stay in this **** place for a moment and give my life to someone else."

In the distance, Grand Duke Ronnie and Trudida looked at them quietly, without saying a word, with a hippie smiling face.

Lecco looked at the black sand-led army that was gradually leaving, and exhaled.

"There will be a period later, take care of yourself, Prince Thales."

The old man said indifferently: "Be careful of the king and be careful of the prince."

He blinked his eyes very deeply: "And the Grand Duke."

Talston is speechless.

Putillae watched the princes and their guards leave, frowned and came to Thales.

"His Royal Highness, about your future..." The deputy envoy stopped talking.

"I know." Thales answered calmly.

"I am a bargaining chip and a threat."

Putila showed the color of questioning.

"Amidst contradictions and compromises, the princes must also hold on to the bargaining chip and contain the threat," Thales thought about the cause and effect, and shook his head distractedly: "Constraining the stars and restricting Chaman..."

"It also restricts Longxiao City."

Raphael stepped forward.

"As far as the effect is concerned, you made the ten grand princes wary of each other. This is very close to the goal that Secret Science wants, and it is even worse."

"Maybe you are more suitable to come to Secret Branch to do things." The cadre of Secret Branch smiled mysteriously: "We will have a period later."

Thyls rolled his eyes.

Putila didn't know what to say, so he patted the prince on the shoulder.

"I will report to the country as soon as possible and come up with a countermeasure."

He turned to Raphael who was weak on the side: "You know what to do."

The cadre of the secret branch gently nodded: "Your Majesty and Lord Hansen will know what is happening here in the shortest time."

Tyles watched them assign jobs, and thought of what happened to him in the next few years, only feeling depressed.

"One more thing," Putila came to Cohen and Miranda and raised his face: "You two, although your injuries are not light...but you must hide your identities immediately before the enemy intercepts them and leave. Exter."

Cohen opened his mouth, Miranda thoughtfully.

"As family members of the nobles of the two big families, especially Miss Arund who is guarding the inheritance of the duke in the north, you have an inestimable value to the Lombard to King Chaman."

"This is Longxiao City. He has just been crowned, so he can't attack directly, but once he leaves Longxiao City, he will definitely not let you go."

Summarized in a few sentences.

Raphael also lowered his expression.

"I will take them away immediately, while the people of Nicolai are still friendly to us," Raphael coughed, "I know a secret way to return from the Big Needle Forest, which can be hidden from the black sand collar. Ears and eyes."

Putila nodded to him: "Go."

So, under Cohen's sighing annoyance and Miranda's worried expression, they followed Raphael away.

As he passed by Thales, Miranda glanced at him.

"Take care, your lord," the female swordsman's expression was somewhat contradictory, she frowned slightly: "Don't give up."

She endured the pain and said profoundly: "You are a good prince, unlike other people."

Putillay turned his head, pretending not to hear.

Thyls touched his head, so embarrassed that he could only smile.

Others?

Cohen, with a bruised nose and swollen face, approached Thales.

"His Royal Highness," the guard's robe was burned off his shoulders, and there was a terrible burn on his neck. Although it was initially treated with the power of termination, it still looked very hideous. He seemed a little bit at first. Hesitate: "You...I just want to say..."

Cohen's mouth opened and closed many times. After a few seconds, he pursed his lips and nodded his head: "Thank you."

Thyls, who is in a complicated mood, smiles reluctantly:

"I should thank you, Koen Karabyan, thank you for your hard work."

The guard blinked.

"No, no, your Highness, we just fought a few fights desperately," Cohen raised his mouth and touched his head, seemingly embarrassed: "But you..."

He can't seem to find good words for a while.

After a while, Cohen, scratching his head and scratching his head, stood up and said sincerely: "You saved the world."

"You are too exaggerated," Thales chuckled out, somewhat dazedly, "I just tried to mediate a conflict, but it's not my turn to save the world."

Cohen paused, his eyes moved slightly.

He lowered his head.

Cohen's face dimmed.

"Trust me, Your Highness," the guard seemed to have thought of something, and said with some emotion: "For those who will be affected by the war..."

Thyls cast a questioning look.

I saw the police officer took a deep breath, re-exposed a shining tooth and a brilliant smile, and bowed gently to him: "You did save the world."

"It is my honor to fight alongside you."

Thyls looked at him strangely, nodded subconsciously, and watched him go away.

Raphael nodded slightly to him: "Good job, Your Highness."

Sending off batch after batch of people, and adding that he was going to be placed under house arrest in Longxiao City, Thales suddenly felt sad.

Forget it, he comforted himself: At least the result is not too bad.

At least, they are still alive...

Eh, did you forget someone? (In a corner of Longxiao City, a short figure sneezed while burping.)

Just now.

"Sorry, you were involved," the girl's voice came from behind him: "They, they insist on leaving you..."

Thyls turned around and looked at the apologetic Selma.

"No, this is their interests and calculations, it has nothing to do with you." The prince shook his head relievedly and depressed.

And...

The people involved...

The person who should say sorry...

Thyls shrugged sadly: "As far as King Chaman is concerned, I am under house arrest here. The Grand Duke of Longxiao City and the prince of the enemy country are very close. This will weaken your prestige and reputation."

"As far as the princes are concerned, I would rather fall into the badly damaged Longxiao City than let the black sand leader control this bargaining chip."

"For all of them."

"A prince who grew up in an enemy country and is a perennial prince will stay away from the power and influence in the stars." The prince shook his head: "If I return to my country and crown one day, I will definitely be a new king with unstable rule."

Even.

"This is in everyone's interest."

"So, I'm probably destined to be unlucky."

He raised his head helplessly, summed up his destiny, and sighed sadly: "Besides, Rumba hates me so much, he definitely doesn't want to see me just go back alive..."

The muscles in Thales' arm tightened.

The prince looked at Selma who was holding him in surprise.

"No, I told them, you must be in Longxiao City," the little girl pursed her mouth and shook her head desperately: "You are my friend, you will not be unlucky, you will be fine."

Selma pursed her lips, as if she wanted to cry, guilt and worry came from her turquoise eyes.

Thyls was dumb.

Selma blinked her glittering eyes and tremblingly said: "You will have a good time here, nothing will happen... Lisban is very good, he will not embarrass you, Longxiaocheng Will protect you too!"

"We..." As if to prove something, Selma looked in panic and anxiously said: "We can read together..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up behind her glasses.

"By the way, there are so many books in Nicaru’s library that I haven’t read yet." Selma's breathing started as if she was afraid that Thales was unhappy: "I remember you were very interested. About the end battle..."

Looking at the worried little girl, Thales' depressed mood seemed to slowly improve.

"Yes," the prince scratched his head and chuckled softly: "I am very interested..."

Such as magic.

For example...

Dragon.

"So," Selma was relieved, and she asked cautiously, "You will stay in Longxiao City and read with me?"

Tyles exhaled.

"Ah, yes," he smiled and pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed slightly: "My lady."

Selma then slowly curled her lips, turned and left amidst the urging of Lisban, turning her head from time to time. The ghost of the wind came to Thales.

"How do you feel?" Thales smiled at Rolf, who looked languid, "This is more than a month..."

"Compared with your gang life?"

The eyes on the half silver mask of the ghost of the wind moved slightly.

He used his right hand in the splint to make difficult gestures: [Very bad. 】

Thyls raised his brows.

Rolf shrugged~IndoMTL.com~ once again gestured:

[But, also, good. 】

Thyls chuckled lightly.

The prince raised his head, looking at the sky of Longxiao City outside the window with complicated mood.

There is a long-lost sense of relaxation in my heart.

"Did you see it?" He opened his lips slightly and said in a low voice that no one could hear, "This is my answer."

This time, no sound came from his ear.

"Huhu"

The wind and snow outside the window suddenly increased, and the cold wind howled, mixed with ice crystals.

The city of Longxiao in the field of vision instantly became dark and gray.

The extreme cold that enveloped the entire Northland has officially arrived.