Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 2: Play chess (up)

"Don't worry. []"

"The Grand Duke's hearing will continue until the sun goes down. If you have time in the afternoon, I will send someone to talk to the Viscount of Reston."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Thales glanced at the sunlight outside the window, twisted a wet towel from the basin, wiped his head and face, and said to Putila, who was sitting behind him.

Looking at the second prince who was much wider and taller than he was six years ago, the silent Putila touched the wrinkles on his face and watched the flame in the pipe slow down. Slowly extinguished.

It's hard to imagine. This is the thin boy who couldn't even ride a horse six years ago.

The boy who broke into the Palace of Valor with gritted teeth.

Tyles pressed the towel on his face and exhaled a long breath: "Believe me, she won’t be in a good mood every time she listens to politics. The same is true for the Regency of Lisban: If I were you, It’s not too early to find bad luck."

Putillay started filling tobacco again and snorted: "I guess, Grand Duke Walton is still not on the list of recognition by many northerners, is it?"

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "Recognition?"

Thinking of what he had seen and heard in the past six years, he couldn't help but shrugged.

"Just persuading the direct vassals of Longxiao City to salute the newly appointed female grandfather at King Nunn’s funeral has almost exhausted the prestige of Lisban’s more than two decades as a prime minister. When five grand princes, including the king, endorse her."

Thyls remembered the weird and very strange funeral: King Nunn with gold coins on his eyelids embraced the sword, lying quietly in the center of the Hall of Heroes, the suture on his neck was tightly blocked by the collar, and The vassals stepped forward slowly with shock and depression, glanced at the new infant lord in disbelief, and then looked at the livid face of Lisban on the side in disbelief, as if the latter had betrayed them. of.

The prince snorted softly, dropped the towel into the basin, walked into the single compartment, unbuttoned the shirt and tied the rope, and sighed: "As the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, she The situation in the past six years can be imagined."

Outside the compartment, Putila stood up and nodded thoughtfully.

"In contrast, as a hostage prince in the hinterland of an enemy country..." The former deputy envoy walked to the window and glanced at the guards everywhere in the back T: "At least they value You."

"If you mean from the hallway to the ceiling, from the balcony to the courtyard, the densely packed court guards and grand duchess guards..." Thales took off his shirt and inadvertently touched the circle on his chest. Burning scars can not help triggering a memory of the past.

He sighed, took a new undershirt and put it on his body.

"Let me put it this way. After Nunn was assassinated six years ago, the dead face Nicolai became more and more neurotic. I wish he could turn the Hall of the Spirits into a prison forbidden to pass through, or a barracks that patrolled day and night."

While wearing clothes, Thales said helplessly: "Wherever I go, they will probably turn it upside down three days in advance."

Putila looked at the guard standing on duty in the corridor, and nodded slightly: "It's nice to hear that the meteorite is so responsible."

"When you see him, you won’t think so. People before you have been angry with him." Thales in the cubicle put on his blouse and grabbed the one hanging on the wall. The complicated belt, the jc dagger on it makes him slightly frowned again:

"The mission of Viscount Connie was the one that sent the mount from China. Nicolai almost didn't cut the horse and sewed it back to me."

Thyls wrapped the belt expertly, buckled the four buttons, and then sat down to put on his boots.

Putila turned around from the window and let out a puff of smoke without any hesitation.

The prince’s desk was full of books, some half opened, some with bookmarks, and a lot of notes.

Three swords with sheaths are neatly placed on the sword stand on the side, and two shields are stacked against the sword stand.

Putilai cocked the corners of his mouth.

His gaze shifted to Thales's bed, where the bedding and pillows were as clean as new.

Probably changes frequently...Putila thought so.

But his eyes moved to the corner not far from the bed. Ordinary people may not notice it, but the keen Putila found that this corner was more translucent than the wall beside it.

Just fit the area where a person lies against the corner of the wall.

Putila narrowed his eyes.

A few seconds later, he sighed silently.

"Your Highness," Putila's mood calmed down inexplicably, with a serious tone: "How have you been in the past few years?"

The sound in the compartment paused for a few tenths of a second.

As if the people in the cubicle were thinking about the answer.

"Ha," the prince's exhale sounded nonchalantly, "Regular work and rest time, magnificent northland scenery, portable security guards, no need to worry about the danger of life, no need to face the old cunning Enemy..."

"The only thing to worry about is a little girl and her female officials, plus a dead face and a bad old man regent..."

In the compartment, Thales tied his boots, breathing slowed down, and his face was silent: "Why not?"

Why not?

Putila said nothing.

"But..."

A few seconds later, Thales opened the compartment door and walked into the bedroom.

He raised his head, looked at Putila at the desk, and said sincerely: "It's nice to meet you, Putila."

"In Longxiao City, you don't see old friends every day."

Especially those who have suffered together.

Thyls added a sentence in his heart.

He picked up a hand and a half sword from the sword stand, tried the weight, and then C went into his belt.

"I really want to say that I am too, Your Highness," Putila said with a smile: "But you know, I'm not used to too sensational dialogue."

Thyls sneered when he heard the words.

"So, where have you been in the past six years?" The young prince stood in front of the full-length mirror and pulled the collar casually: "I thought at the time that you would stay in Longxiao City with me—as a foundation The teacher appointed by Albert."

Putila bit his pipe and hummed with his mouth tilted.

"Speaking of the instructor, I heard that you have brought a lot of trouble to the teachers in Longxiao City?" He said indifferently, as if he didn't hear Thales' question.

Tyles blinked and did not continue to question his whereabouts in the past six years.

"First of all, I am not very accustomed to the teaching of many people, and I am an outspoken person," he shook his hair, feeling almost done, "Secondly, I don't think that is the education that a grand prince should have. ……"

Thyls's voice was unconsciously lowered.

Putila spit out his pipe: "What?"

The young prince shook his head and cleared his mind from the scenes of several classes: "It's nothing, you just treat them as if I don't like them."

Putilla looked at him and chuckled.

"Regarding your education, the country is also very troublesome," the thin lord said lightly: "So, I am here this time and specially invited a teacher for you."

"Have a teacher?" Thales frowned slightly: "I thought you would teach me yourself?"

"I will only teach you to be a prince Y Shen who is full of tricks," Putila haha ​​laughed: "At most I can teach you to sing a few colorful bardics—Gilbert probably Will kill me."

Tyles gave him a dry laugh, then his face fell.

"You should know, King Chaman did not allow the stars to come and teach me."

Thyls sighed slightly: "He refused to let any star person C hold the education of the star prince."

The prince remembered the scene of receiving the Northland noble education with that girl

The people of Exter, they teach lingua franca with a northern accent and even orc language, they also teach the history and traditions of the north, recite the importance of the thirty-eight sentinel and the danger of the Broken Dragon Fortress, but they do not teach ancient The imperial literature does not teach the history of the empire, the past of the stars, or even Elvish and noble rhetoric—everything Gilbert gave him in Mindis Hall.

Thyls shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, it's quite convenient to practice against the fierce northern warriors and practice northern military swordsmanship.

"Please don't worry."

"The bachelor came from the Dragon Kiss Academy in the Principality of Anrenzo. He was highly respected and famous." Putila seemed to foresee what he was going to say, and let out another smoke ring without paying attention: "He will arrive a few days later. , Will teach you and the Grand Duke at the same time: and the Regency of Lisban will only be surprised at his arrival."

Thyls paused gently, and doubts appeared in his eyes: "Dragon Kiss Academy? Highly respected?"

Putillah stretched out his pipe and slammed the tobacco on the window sill carelessly under the prince's brows that were about to trap the mosquito.

"When he was young, he used to be the tutor of Gilbert and I," Putila said with emotion, "It took Gilbert and I to move him."

Putilla and Gilbert's...teacher?

Thyls is more and more curious when he thinks of the former foreign secretary he has not seen for many years.

"Who is it?"

"You will know," Putila said calmly: "Before this, please forgive me for keeping some surprises for you."

Surprise?

Thyls raised his eyebrows in a direction he couldn't see.

"So, Putila."

The second prince squinted his eyes:

"You are here this time to solve my education problem?"

Putilai gave a playful hum, and the subject turned lightly: "Yes, otherwise, in six years, the heir of the Star Kingdom will soon become a northerner."

Thyls rolled his eyes helplessly.

But in the next moment, Putila's eyes suddenly showed a strange light.

"Your Royal Highness Thales," Putila knocked his pipe with a deep look: "For six years, have you missed home?"

Thyls was stunned.

Home.

Abandoned house, sunset bar, Yala.

Thinking of "home", these words were the first thing that popped up in his mind.

Maybe... Gilbert, Gini, and Yordel?

Tyles folded his arms and sighed.

"I don't know," he managed to squeeze a smile: "I haven't been in Starland for long, and I have a very shallow impression of it."

Putilla looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Thyls, who was originally a little sad, was a little confused by him.

"Very well," Putila's eyes were deep, staring at his eyes: "Then it's time to strengthen it."

Thyls was stunned.

A few seconds later, the prince who understood something sighed.

Tyles lowered his head and asked softly: "Secret Science?"

Putila whistled softly and shook his head: "Otherwise?"

The prince's expression froze.

After a while, Thales snorted with a smile, and drooped his face: "It's them again."

"I really don't know if I should be happy or sad."

Putila raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but looked at His Royal Highness quietly.

"Okay." Thales rubbed his face, as if he was about to rub his emotions away.

He took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and grabbed a book on the desk: "It's time to go!"

"Going?" Putila was surprised: "You want to go with me to see the Grand Duke?"

"Of course not~IndoMTL.com~I don't want to be in trouble at this time."

"Didn't I tell you?" The prince turned his head, showing his white teeth, and closed the book in his hand: "I am used to it. Once a month, I go out to play chess."

Putila looked suspicious.

Play chess?

But...

As soon as Thales closed the book, Putila, with sharp eyes, vaguely saw that there was a thin azure paper sandwiched between the book.

That seems to be a...

Invitation?

In the next chapter, the protagonist will have a violent girl, and readers who are under age are asked to skip it.

(End of this chapter)