Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 10: riots

Longxiao City, Palace of Heroes, training ground.

Under the gazes of countless guards and entourages of the Palace of Valor, Thales, sweating profusely, shook the long sword in his right hand, raised the shield of his left arm, stretched his legs, and posed a serious one. The second "iron body style."

Despite his many thoughts, the prince must carry out the necessary outdoor training every day.

"I don't know why you are still practicing this set of swordsmanship." In front of him, the pale-faced former Blade Guard commander raised an epee with disdain, "Even against the orcs, our army is fighting style. It has also been refurbished for hundreds of thousands of years, and your kind of swordsmanship holding a sword and shield and waiting foolishly for someone to beat you..."

"Are you going to keep talking nonsense?" The prince said impatiently.

"I remember this is outdoor training, not satire poetry writing?"

Nicolai pursed his mouth, eyes unhappy.

The meteorite’s attitude towards the second prince continued for six full years. After hearing the government yesterday, he began to take a turn for the worse: he began to look at Thales with hostile eyes, and faced the star boy in outdoor training. Extremely harsh things-of course, Thales later understood why.

Thyls shrugged, indicating that he could attack.

In the next second, Nicolai pulled away and cut out with a sword.

"Boom!"

Thyls' shield hit Nicolai's epee, and the prince stepped forward, and the long sword in his right hand counterattacked, but Nicolai easily dodged it.

"If you really want to know—this set of swordsmanship is of great significance to me," Thales turned, and the tip of the sword quickly re-pointed at the enemy: "A stern teacher told me: at least I have to practice. Come out of it."

Speaking of this, a letter from Gilbert Toptila suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Ms. Ji Ni emphasized that you should pay attention to your diet at this age, and don't be picky, especially the balanced combination of a variety of foods-even the bitter vegetables produced in the Western Wilderness are of considerable value, you might as well give it a try...]

Thyls's mind was stern and not fake, and his heart moved.

"Get a look?" Nicolai snorted coldly, "Unfortunately you didn't do it."

The meteorite rushes forward, holding a sword in both hands, and slashing with gravity!

"Boom!"

He almost defeated Thales, who was struggling to support his shield.

The prince gritted his teeth and felt Nicolai's sword gradually increase.

[As for the old friends of your past, please forgive me, I must tell you with shame and disappointment: The tenth search, we still have not found them, whether it is the female bartender in the sunset bar or the beggars, At least they are no longer in Yongxing City. Although it is out of fashion, I must advise you: Maybe your Highness should give up searching for them. For one thing, the result may be doomed. Secondly, the six-year search is really not good for you...]

"Where did the courage you had when you snatched a book from me?"

The meteorite roared: "Take it out, don't always make me feel like I'm fighting an idiot!"

Tyles struggled to be short and twisted his hips, leaned the other side's epee, and stabbed out with another sword: "Perhaps you should redefine, who is stealing the book from whose hands-eh!"

However, before the prince’s sword worked, the meteorite kicked out a short kick, staggering Thales, who was changing his posture!

Outside the training ground, Thales’ attendant, Wya Casso is standing on the side with his sword, sighing, and said to the silver-faced Rolf who is holding his arms against the wall:

"You know, I am not vilifying the prince—in fact, he is the first child I have ever met—but you have to admit that, in addition to being good at analysis and planning, he is not so good at coming , The fierce battle that saw blood through the sword is really..."

Wiyaa looked at the hustle and bustle of the court, and shook his head, "He really... lacks talent."

Rolfe frowned and looked at Wiya who was talking non-stop with an unhappy expression.

This talk about tuberculosis.

For six years, I have never stopped.

Does this treat me as a trash can?

Fuck him.

Rolfe hummed dissatisfiedly and raised a **** without even turning his head.

But Wiyah didn't care.

He knows that Rolf, who can't speak, hates people who talk a lot, but he can make the ghost of the wind feel uncomfortable, and he can appreciate the angry eyes he can't refute, why not? Just as Rolf likes to gloat and watch Wya know nothing about the prince's sign language.

Wiyah could not understand Rolf's casual and rude street habits, and was dissatisfied with the sign language that only he and the prince could understand; the ghost of the wind hated the attendant as the prince's sole spokesperson ( Indeed, it is the kind of self-confidence and self-consciousness, and also look down on the other party's almost critical attitude towards etiquette and address.

That's right—even if they fought side by side many times, the relationship between the two princes who came from far and wide was never better.

"If he has the time and preparation, no matter whether he is playing chess or negotiating, or even practicing swordsmanship, there is no doubt that the prince can give a very beautiful answer," Wiya continued to frown: "But it's like this: facing the abrupt He easily becomes flustered, nervous, and behaving badly because of the attack on the city. To be honest, some are like recruits, especially ordinary civilians who resist blood and are not used to fighting."

"This is fatal in battle-making a mistake at a critical moment will make you regret it for life."

Just now.

"You can just say that Thales is not good at fighting." Putila walked to the two of them, watching the practice in the field, surprisingly did not take out his pipe.

"My lord." Wyya nodded respectfully, while Rolf shook his head symbolically.

"Is there any way to overcome this?" Putila's eyes are piercing: "Thyls's trouble with his hands and feet and a blank brain at critical moments?"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Wiya turned his head, looked at Thales who was knocked to the ground for the second time, and sighed: "Swordsmanship can be practiced, skills can be refined, but the habits and Personality, but you can’t easily overcome it."

At this moment, Rolf suddenly raised his palm gently, and made a gesture of wiping his neck with dark eyes.

"Huh?" Putila noticed Rolf and raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Waya looked at Rolf and squinted slightly: "Uh, I think dumb means..."

"...I have heard in the tower that there is a quick way to develop a fighting instinct: throw people on the battlefield of nine deaths. Blood and death are the most efficient teachers. There is a harmless little sheep. Can become a vicious dragon, even the weakest warrior and the most unfamiliar recruits can quickly get rid of their bad ailments-of course, provided that you are not dead."

"And even the extreme masters, whether they are meteorites or Kingdom Fury, their extraordinary combat power is slowly accumulated in fighting and fighting: practicing against wooden stakes and targets, it is never possible to become extreme Environment."

Rolf snorted softly, not knowing whether he agreed or disdain.

Putila frowned.

"Thyls is not a native of the North, he is a prince of stars, a star, and he is likely to be a king in the future," the former deputy envoy shook his head: "The atmosphere on the battlefield, he just needs to taste it. That's enough: whether he fights in person or on the battlefield, it shouldn't be his necessary skill, and he doesn't need to be in the extreme state-his duty is to move the chess pieces in his hand under the protection of thousands of troops."

Rolf murmured something no one understood.

Wiya exhaled: "But you know, in the **** years, even with the protection of heavy guards, the Royal Family of Stars..."

Speaking of this word, Putila suddenly turned his head!

The atmosphere seemed to get cold instantly.

"Speak carefully." Putila's sharp and unceremonious eyes forced Wiya's words back into his mouth

"Don't make judgments about things you don't understand, especially in the **** year."

And the star.

Wiya looked at him in confusion.

Rolf snorted gleefully.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be arrogant about the royal family." The education of the noble family made Huai Ya apologize very well. He sighed and found the next topic: "Speaking of it, it seems that you are going back to Longxiao City this time. Going to stay for a long time, Lord Lord?"

Putillah turned his attention back to the court.

"Yes," he said lightly: "It may take longer than you think."

"Speaking of which, the prince also mentioned it to me," Wiya frowned slightly: "Six years ago, what did you do?"

Putila gave a slight pause.

Wiya’s seemingly chatting words continue: “Six years ago, the day after King Chaman was crowned, it was also the day after Lisban started to clean up the mess in Dragon City. Prince Thales was in the worst situation... …"

"But you left Longxiao City in a hurry without even saying hello?"

"Never mind these, after all, we have already met again," Huaiya retracted his gaze, a little worried and said: "But what I care more about is that after six years, why do you come back at this time?"

"Why not earlier, such as when the prince has not yet gained a foothold, or later, such as when the prince has to face difficulties such as marriage?"

"Is it now?"

"This makes me a little... worried."

Rolfe also frowned, rarely expressing his opinion on Wiya's many words.

This corner suddenly became quiet.

Putila lowered his eyelids and slowly reached out his arms, and took out the old pipe that he had used six years ago until now.

"You know, a long time ago, when I was young, our teacher said at the end of the course," The thin front mate made you fill the tobacco without hurriedly, took out the flint, and lit the pipe: "Kiel Burt Caso has a big heart. He can always look at the problem without being confused. He jumps out of the box and grasps the key points out of sight. Maybe he will be the kind of forward-looking, far-sighted, and planning player from the rear."

"So that naive **** often thinks too much."

Hearing the answer without the preface, Wiya raised her brows in surprise: "Huh?"

"Even if you don't admit it, Huaia," Putila took a pleasant breath of smoke and said with a smile: "You still resemble your father in many places..."

"For example-thinking too much."

Wiya seemed to have thought of something, he closed his mouth and turned his head ugly.

He didn't ask any more questions.

In the field, Thales took two steps back and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Putila and Wya in a strange atmosphere.

With doubts in his mind~IndoMTL.com~ he can't help but think of another point mentioned in Gilbert's letter:

[His Royal Highness, please trust Putila as always, especially at this special moment-for your future, please trust him! In addition, please respect the new teacher and study with an open mind-he is probably the second person I respect in my life. 】

Gilbert emphasized his belief in Putila twice.

Why?

The sword light flashed, and Nicolai attacked again.

This time, Thales, who had been backing away, finally waited for his chance.

When the opponent hit his shield for the third time, the prince cut out a break-up style that had been prepared for a long time when he resisted the attack.

He went straight to the left side of the enemy's weak defense, making Nicolai shine.

"Good idea."

But then, the meteorite swung back his epee very quickly to face this sharp counterattack!

Following the trajectory of the opponent's epee, Thales struggling to shake the shield in his left hand, pushing away the opponent's counterattack.

"Wow!"

Nicolae's epee was drawn along the shield, and the strong wind brought by the blade passed through Thales' hair!

At that moment, Thales trembled with a cold head.

As the immediate sense of crisis hit, Thales only felt an inexplicable tremor, which suddenly exploded from his spine and hit his brain.

In the next second, that familiar and unfamiliar wave—the crime of the prison river, uncontrollably and irresistibly, poured out of his body!

Like a frightened hibernating beast, waking up suddenly!

It is also like a sudden extreme cold storm, hitting every inch of his body, including his brain.

Give him a desire to save everything.

But the prince did not feel at ease!

Thyls feels the riot of the crime of Hell River, and feels inexplicably terrified!

No.

No!

(End of this chapter)