Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 9: Sorrowful

Selma opened her eyes slightly, and took the delicate box somewhat surprised.

She first looked at Thales, who was smiling all over her face in doubt, and then opened it gently.

"This is..."

Selma saw the contents of the box clearly and raised her head in surprise.

"When I wrote to China last year, Gilbert and the others asked them to do it, and it was brought here by Putila today." Thales blinked triumphantly and grabbed the contents of the box. :

"You know, the level of craftsmen in Xingchen is relatively good...I have measured the curvature and thickness of the lens according to their requirements. I hope that there will be no major errors. I also prepared several spare lenses..."

"If there is a mistake, I have to re-grind the lens-by the way, manual polishing is very expensive..."

Selma took a breath and looked at the apparently crafted item in Thales's hand.

"A grand introduction...pinch nose glasses!"

Thyls smiled and picked up the new glasses in his hand that were completely different from the girl's face.

This pair of glasses is very strange. It has no ear frames at all. It only has a chain attached to one side of the frame. The frame is very slender and the nose pads are a little strange.

Thyls skillfully stretched out his left hand, stroked one of Selma's forehead, and took off the big and heavy black framed eyes on her face.

As if I have practiced it thousands of times.

But Selma just stared at him blankly, letting the prince take off her glasses without any resistance, even her eyesight was greatly affected, and she didn't care.

As if I have experienced it thousands of times.

Thyls excitedly fiddled with the new glasses in his hand, pressed it on the bridge of the girl’s nose, and touched the soft skin on her face with his fingers: "Like this, using a little air pressure principle, clamp the nose, It can hold the glasses, there is no need to put on ears!"

"Then put this chain in..." Thales grabbed the thin chain at one end of the glasses and lowered his head, trying to find a pocket in Selma's body.

But he found embarrassingly: There is no pocket on the girl's body, the only place with a gap is the chest, which is also tightly bound by the coat and the corset...

"Don't let go." The second prince looked away awkwardly, and tucked the chain into the opponent's hand.

The first time I put on glasses without ear frames, Selma reacted, opening her mouth wide in surprise.

She carefully held the small new frame, shook her head, as if afraid it would fall, then raised her head to look around.

Thyls observes the new image of the Grand Duke: The almost transparent clip-nose glasses freed Selma's face from the torture of the black frame. At this moment, the girl blinked in confusion and lost the old-fashioned look. And serious, looks pretty cute and cute.

Tyles let out a sigh of satisfaction, picked up Selma's old pair of worn glasses, and smiled.

After a few seconds, the girl finally got used to her new glasses.

"Thank you." Selma lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed.

"You're welcome, I wanted to say it a long time ago," the prince said with a smile: "As the leader of this land, wearing those black-rimmed glasses is always a little less serious-like a frog, haha. "

Unexpectedly, Selma's performance was very calm, with neither excitement nor excitement, nor curiosity and doubt.

but...

"Now, Thales." The girl held her glasses blankly, staring into the distance in a daze.

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Selma raised her head slightly.

Thyls noticed that there was some redness around her eye sockets.

No way.

It's just a gift, so moved like this?

Thyls, who is most afraid of seeing people crying, has a sigh in his heart.

"Thyls," Selma whispered, "Do you remember the day six years ago?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"The day we met for the first time."

"That night, that early morning, that morning."

Her voice is illusory and vague, as if floating from a distance.

Thyls frowned, thinking of the past.

That night.

Nun, Rumba, the **** crown, the newborn grandfather.

"Of course," his words were unconsciously dignified, and he looked straight at the girl in front of him: "How can you forget that experience."

"Because of you, Thales," Selma looked at him seriously: "I became a female grandfather."

"Without you, there would be no me today."

Tyles was startled slightly, and was about to speak, but Selma just shook her head, and his red eyes made Thales speechless.

He just feels his chest is dull.

Just...

Why mention this?

"You said," Selma twitched her nose, with a faint nasal sound, and with a faint sad look, shooting from behind the new glasses: "You will always be by my side, you will be with me Face it, you will..."

The corners of Thales' lips are slightly open.

"Ah," the prince took a deep breath, remembering what he had said, and subconsciously gave a reassuring smile: "I will always protect you."

Selma did not speak.

She just looked at the prince silently.

The emotion in his eyes made Thales quite uneasy.

The two looked at each other quietly.

For a long while, the dull atmosphere was finally broken by the laughter of the girl.

It's just that this laughter didn't seem so happy to Thales.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry," the girl was slightly disappointed: "It's obviously nothing to do with you... I shouldn't kick you today."

Huh?

Thyls opened his eyes wide, then touched his head with some doubts.

Today's Selma was a bit beyond his expectations.

The prince can only smile awkwardly with doubts.

"It's okay," Thales sighed softly and shook his head helplessly: "Who makes us friends?"

"Just like you said: live and die together."

Speaking of this, Selma trembled slightly!

The grand duke raised her head abruptly, seeming to have made up her mind.

"Tels!" Selma let out a sigh of relief, and the words were stagnant: "Today's hearing...that..."

What did Thales feel: "Huh? How?"

But at this moment, Selma's eyes looked straight at Thales and suddenly darkened.

It's like letting go.

Thyls looked at her suspiciously.

This is the end...

The next second, Selma's tone and rhythm returned to calm.

"That...the letter crow came from Qiyuan City," she turned her head, seemingly indifferent to say: "Ronnie and his ally, the three princes of the north, want to invite me and invite Longxiao City to oppose Sign the declaration of the king’s decree to support their protest."

"Oh, that's a good thing," Thales, who was full of doubts, remembered the events of Exeter in the past few months-King Chaman's new knighthood decree in Black Sands was almost met by the whole country. The unanimous opposition and condemnation is currently estimated to be exhausted-some gloating:

"Show Rumba some color."

"Yes," Selma smirked, but her tone was a little low: "It's a good thing."

Tyles frowned and looked at the gloomy girl in front of him.

"Speaking of this, do you know that we will have a new teacher soon," the prince asked tentatively, "Putillah was invited from the Duchy of Anrenzo, and he said it was a Highly respected......"

But the next moment, Selma stood up abruptly.

"I'm full, go ahead." The granddaughter replied with a calm and calm expression.

Thyls was surprised.

Huh?

But she is...

"Tomorrow, old time, library," Selma gave a pale smile: "A batch of new books are here, don’t forget, let’s read them together."

Thyls nodded subconsciously.

The girl slightly raised the corner of her mouth at him. If she nodded, she grabbed her fist and walked out of the dining room quickly.

Leave Thales alone, staring at the table full of food in a daze.

She.

What's wrong?

The prince stared blankly at the girl's back.

There seems to be a faint body fragrance remaining on her seat.

Tyles suddenly reacted: When Selma left, he left the black-rimmed glasses on the dining table and did not take them away.

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The Garden of Blood, that night.

"You really don't know?"

In the room, Putila, with his legs folded on the sofa, swallowed his pipe easily, and said to Thales, who was serious in front of him.

"Of course, in the Hall of Heroes in the Hearing Political Day, a foreign prince is not allowed to enter," Thales said anxiously, "What happened at the Hearing Party in Longxiao City today? He basically doesn't speak at all. Does the grandfather matter?"

Putilai snorted comfortably.

"Well, although I can't get in either, but I still have some channels after all..."

"Putila, if you know anything, just say it quickly," Thales sighed and urged again and again: "I'm really in a hurry."

Tyles stretched out his hand involuntarily and gently squeezed the pair of old glasses in his pocket.

He felt a little heavy.

Putillah nodded and snorted softly.

"Listen to me, Your Highness," the former deputy envoy said lightly: "Today, halfway through the hearing in Longxiao City, someone suddenly accused you."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"Who is blamed?"

The prince was a little surprised, he pointed to himself: "Me?"

"Well," Putila said slowly while observing Thales' reaction, "Some people say that the young prince of the stars has forcibly occupied the civilian shops in order to play chess-just In Spear District, once a month."

"Huh?"

Thyls made an "o" mouth in surprise.

But I went to the spear area to play chess, including that chess room...

But Putila's words continued slowly: "During this period, the prince also encouraged his lawless subordinates to hunt in the suburban jungle that only belonged to the lord...hunting hares."

Thyls was at a loss again.

When will I let my hands go hunting hares...

Wait... this...

Thyls thought of the figure under a certain cloak, and his chest suddenly became dark, and he felt that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Anyway, it caused an uproar," Putila took a cigarette, grunted with satisfaction, and then continued: "The vassals in the government council, I heard that the enemy king is tolerating and polite to him. After the arrogant and domineering behavior in the city, they all indignantly asked the Respan Regent..."

"Require corresponding punishments for your crimes...such as harsher dungeon detention," Putila said with a chuckle, "such as the flogging peculiar to the North."

Tyles opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Crime? Then," His Royal Highness suddenly realized something. He cast a suspicious look at Putila, who was smoking leisurely: "Wait, your prince is going to be spanked, why can you do this? Calm?"

Putila chuckled and shook his head in front of Thales who was slightly dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Your Highness."

"Your luck is as good as ever."

"Unexpected things happened," Putila said in a nostalgic tone: "The first time, the first time in six years."

"In the past days of hearing politics, she was silent, the fifteen-year-old Grand Duke Walton..."

"Excitedly got up from his seat."

Thyls frowned.

She...

Standing up?

"The Grand Prince Walton shocked the four of them-she stood up to the fierce condemnation of almost all the vassals and screamed, saying that she was willing to use her reputation and authority to guarantee," Putila said lightly, but in Tyre Si sounds so thrilling:

"Guarantee that your actions have been approved by her: to hold accountable, start with her."

Thyls was stunned.

He stared at the void in a daze, and unconsciously said: "What then?"

Putila's face sank.

He put down his cocked legs and sat upright.

"Then..."

"There is a viscount who does not have eyes, the lady who accused you in public," Putila sighed: "Say she is so kind of a hostage prince, is there between the two..."

Thyls listened to Putila's narration in a daze, and didn't notice the special name that the Lord Lord gave the girl, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Of course, he was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face by angry Northlanders on the spot, and he was driven out of the hall."

"The latter thing is ugly. I heard that the grandpa lost her temper and smashed a stone cup-the Regency of Resban almost couldn't control the scene."

"For an outsider...I think that the vassals of Longxiao City have a worse impression of their female princes."

Putillah finished speaking, exhaling gently, and blowing out a smoke ring.

It turns out...

Thyls unconsciously sat down on the bed with a look of consternation.

He touched his knee, remembering the kick the girl had kicked hard.

She is today...

He thought of her abrupt words at the dining table again, that kind of crying tone~IndoMTL.com~Because of me...

"But because of this, many of the vassals looked very ugly. They spoke in unison: For the stability of Longxiao City and the continuation of the Walton family's blood..."

Tyles sat blankly, unaware that his breathing began to accelerate.

"The respected grandfather should choose her husband and son from the local vassals this year, marry and have children," Putila's words reached Thales' ears, and there was a sense of isolation, as if from another The same from the room:

"The reason is so valid that even Lisban can't raise an objection."

"This is what happened at the hearing--I think, at least the part you want to know."

Thyls clenched his fist unconsciously.

Putilla looked at Thales thoughtfully, and sighed, "Your Majesty, get ready."

"Your friends."

"The poor little girl."

Thinking of the past years, the thin man shook his head with tongue:

"I'm going to get married."

Putila's voice was very low, as if for fear of awakening a sleeping person.

On the other side, Thales, who hasn't spoken for a long time, has even forgotten how to react.

Putila silently spit out a perfect and beautiful smoke ring, quietly watching it drift invisible in the air.

As if it never existed.

Only the person who blows the smoke ring can remember how perfect it is at that moment.

In a few seconds.

Prince Taylor Star turned his head subconsciously and looked out the window.

[You will always be by my side, you will face with me, you will...]

Little slippery head.

In his heart, he called the name that hadn't been spoken for a long time, but was clear as before, staring at the direction of the Palace of Valor.

I only feel cold in my hands and feet, and feel lost.

(End of this chapter)