Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 17: Dragon Breaker (Part 2)

Selma looked at him, her eyes were slightly misty,

"But they didn't do anything wrong, did they," she hummed and shook her head, raised her right hand, and looked at the ‘Triumph’ ring on the thumb: "I’m..."

"Little slippery head!"

Tyles again severely interrupted her with the name that was long ago.

The girl raised her head startledly.

"Don't, Selma."

"Even if you can't choose who you want to be..."

"But at least, don't be who they want you to be."

Thyls stared at her tightly: "Please, don't become like that."

But Selma was only slightly surprised, and shook her head sarcastically: "It's useless, as the Grand Duke of the Northland, my future is doomed... even if not this time."

She was disappointed and said: "I thought about it: marry a local nobleman, give birth to a male heir, and then be politely sent to a secluded place, until she is old..."

"Pop!"

A crisp sound.

Selma stared at the second prince blankly.

Watching him grab his right hand.

"Little slippery head!"

Thyls looked at her seriously and moved "Triumphal" to the center of their sight.

"Even if you are a woman, you can live a wonderful life! I know a woman like this."

"Ah, the female officer Gini Barkovi who taught you swordsmanship and etiquette," Selma shook her head and laughed, "I heard you say it thousands of times-get rid of the shackles of the family, stand alone in the royal capital, eat A legendary woman who is good at swords and swords? But she is special, and she is not a lord..."

"No, not her."

Thyls spoke decisively and stopped Selma's words.

"I'm talking about another young girl."

Selma was slightly startled.

She trembles slightly in her wrist held by Thales:

"You said... young girl?"

"Yes," Thales nodded firmly: "She is also the last orphan of the great family. She survived wars and riots. At the age of three, she inherited the title and led the party."

Selma didn't refute him any more, but looked at the prince with doubts and questions.

Tyles took a deep breath and recalled six years ago in the fall and winter: "When I first saw her, she was about the same age as you now, fifteen or six years old, young, young, It's even a little immature."

"But at that time, she was already a great figure alone: ​​I still remember the scene where she straddled the entire Hall of Stars, facing the monarchs and subjects of a country, and shocked the audience with powerful words."

Thyls said in a fascinating way: "And when she wore that casual purple-black hunting suit and walked into the hall heroically, the crowd in the hall consciously retreated to make way for her." /

"At that time, some people laughed at her, despised her, despised her, looked down on her, ‘how can the stars be ruled by ignorant women and children?’"

"And that girl, she just walked slowly, with a cold face and broken steps, elegant and lonely, she didn't care to say what she wanted to say, whether it was sarcasm or condemnation, whether for or against."

"The two princes with full weight can only walk behind her, one is murderous, the other is full of nobility-but they can't conceal her brilliance, on the contrary, they are almost imperceptible by her aura. ."

"When she waved her long sleeves, and the moment she spoke with a cold voice, it seemed that everyone in the audience had become her foil-no matter the king or the duke, noble or commoner."

Selma was slightly surprised when he heard his narration: "You said..."

Tyles gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Star Kingdom, guarded by the blade leader."

"The Duchess—Leanna Tebak."

The prince narrowed his eyes: "As far as I know, she still acts as an unmarried woman, under the emblem of the blood moon, alone supporting the Tebuck family among the six giants, guarding and ruling the blade collar. "

Thyls turned his head abruptly, looking at the startled Selma:

"What she can do, so can you."

"One day, with your own strength, you can stand alone on the top of Longxiao City without relying on anyone, and win the respect of everyone!"

Tyles took a breath and fixedly looked at the girl's face: "One day, you can tell the vassals of Longxiao City grandiosely: the one who rules them..."

"Is a female grandfather."

Selma looked at Thales and then smiled helplessly.

"It's too difficult," the girl sighed, "I can't do it..."

Tyles shook his head and said resolutely: "It's not difficult. What's really difficult is that you think you can't do it—that's why your vassals will feel that the Dragon City under your rule is not safe. ."

Selma blinked and looked at the prince's eyes softer and brighter.

"I still remember that little slippery head who worked desperately and dragged me out of the disaster..."

"I also remember the little slipper who got out of the fireplace and was nervously carrying his lines to relieve me..."

"At that time, the girl said without hesitation: It's too difficult."

Selma did not speak, she just watched Thales holding her hand in silence.

"Selma, remember: choose who you want to be."

"If you don't want to be a vase at the mercy of others, you can trade at will..."

The prince squeezed her hand, his tone was beyond doubt: "Then don't act like a vase!"

Selma stared at the prince blankly.

A few seconds later, her misty and discrete eyes refocused.

"If you don't want to rashly marry a man who is enough to be your father, live on your belly..."

Tyles' eyes sharpened: "Then reject them!"

"Let’s find a way together. Of course, I think Lisban will help you too."

"As long as you say: you don't want to."

"Then you don't have to marry them."

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

Thyls never looked away.

Selma's eyes flickered, seeming a little moved and a little panicked.

Finally, Selma looked at the determined prince and took a deep breath.

"Tels." Selma cleared her throat.

"I..."

She seemed hesitant.

Tyles responded with encouraging eyes.

But the hesitation lasted only three seconds, and the girl gritted her teeth and tightened her face.

"Thyls," Selma raised her head, her eyes serious: "I don't want to..."

"I don't want to marry Earl Hurst."

Thyls let out a sigh of relief and nodded his head: "Hmm!"

"I don't want to marry Earl Nagel's son either."

"Hmm!"

"I don't like them," Selma's words became stiff from the beginning and slowly became smooth: "I don't want to marry someone else."

Thyls looked at her steadily.

"Very well," the prince raised his eyebrows: "You will not marry them."

Thyls shrugged: "Because I don't like them either."

The two looked at each other, and a few seconds later, they both laughed out loud together.

Huh.

Thyls sighed with emotion in his heart: Now Putila is going to nag me with the expression "I knew it would be like this" again.

We have to think of a reason and convince him that if the grandpa does not marry, it will benefit us even more...

And...

I have to take time to talk to Lisbane these days.

About Longxiao City.

And the Grand Duke.

While laughing, Thales let go of the opponent's hand as if nothing had happened.

In the library, a maid frowned.

"With all due respect, Lady Jinx, I know that the ladies are not in a good state of mind recently...but their behavior is still a little too intimate."

"For the sake of the Grand Duke, we should intervene," the maid turned to the Jinx female officer and said tactfully: "She needs us now."

The female officer Jinx is still the old-fashioned face, she quietly watched the young prince and the girl grandfather laugh in the distance.

"Trust me, for the sake of the Grand Duke," the female officer Jinx turned her stern eyes and shook her head: "What she needs most now..."

"It's not us."

Suddenly, Selma spoke again.

"Thyls."

This time, she tilted her head slightly, her expression felt a bit sly: "If I am willing to marry them, marry the vassals of Longxiao City... would you still say these things?"

"Will you still prevent me from marrying them?"

Thyls was stunned when he heard something.

He shook his shoulders: "Of course."

The girl smiled slightly.

"Listening to the political day, didn't you stand up and speak for me," Thales scratched his head again: "Friendship is mutual, and it's hard to change money."

Selma's eyes drooped slightly.

Thyls scratched his head while looking for a reason embarrassingly: "You know, you have a local husband in Longxiao City out of thin air, then maybe my good day is about to end...Of course I have to try my best to stop it. "

"Oh, that's it." The girl's voice fell again.

"By the way, Thales."

Thyls blinked, bewildered.

Selma raised her head.

The Grand Duke squinted her eyes intriguingly and asked: "Liana, is she pretty?"

Tyles' eyelids twitched again.

"I don't remember much."

The prince sighed and twitched the corner of his mouth: "The atmosphere was too tense at the time. I only remember my legs trembling constantly."

Selma grinned.

Thyls also laughed a few times.

"But..."

His memory immediately returned to six years ago.

Leanna.

Six years ago, she was fifteen years old.

Now, she should be a young woman, the age when flowers bloom.

That impressive girl.

"At the moment Leanna spoke, when she released the blade-like look in her eyes, and did not show any weakness against several dukes..." Thales thought of a god, and outlined it in her mind. A heroic young duke: "Even when she confronted Exeter's envoy, she ironically satirized Rumba..."

Selma opened her eyes wide and watched the prince's response.

"I found out that words like ‘beautiful’, ‘beautiful’, ‘beautiful’, ‘beautiful’, etc., are no longer enough to describe her."

"Leanna at that moment."

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Like a magnificent diamond reflecting the sunlight," the prince recalled the past in the Fuxing Palace, while heartily admiring the heroic blade-leader duchess, exhaling: "Dazzling, dazzling, Shining brightly."

"At first sight, it will be unforgettable forever."

Just now.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, Thales felt a pain in his chest. He twisted his face and opened his eyes, looking at a book that was thrown on his chest.

"New books arrived today," Selma also took a book in her hand and said coldly:

"I searched and found some places that you might be interested in."

"Look at it, it's wasting too much time."

"Didn't you just have a good conversation," Thales rubbed his chest painfully. He was unwilling to realize that he had just made a mistake. He was about to refute a few words: "But you can't..."

"Shut up, read the book!"

The female grandfather scowled and looked fiercely:

"Don't waste time, I will have classes later!"

Thyls let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as Selma lowered her head.

A fierce woman.

The prince bowed his head with a bitter face, set up a sitting posture, and opened the book "Enemy with the Sky" with the bookmark in his arms.

What book is this?

"What do you think of Dragon Language?"

Tyers opened the bookmarked page and was immediately attracted by the chapter name.

The prince's face became serious.

He studied quietly according to his habit.

"'The structure of the dragon's throat is extremely special, so the pronunciation of the dragon language is also extremely complicated, even to the point where it cannot be recorded without an instrument..."

"The recorded dragon language can only express a part of the syllables. In the mouth of the dragon, most of these dragon language words have another pronunciation and pronunciation that we can't imagine..."

Dragon language.

Tyles' six-year career in the library was of course not just to find purity.

More importantly...

The prince thought of the huge figure that rose into the sky in the fire that night, and thought of his own mysteries, and his mood became heavier.

For six years, he was hit by the side, and the two of Selma searched for many documents, and at least learned the names of fifteen dragons in history.

However, among the fifteen names with different characteristics, there is only one he wants to find...

"Except for a few races, such as elves with singing voices comparable to larks, most races cannot rely on voices to directly communicate and talk to the dragon face to face,'" Thales read the drawn passage. Frowning: "No wonder the Queen of the Sky wants to communicate with us like that. It turns out that we can't speak dragon language..."

Damn it.

So...

As long as the name is pronounced in Dragon language, it is not a lingua franca, or even humans can read it?

In this case...

"Not there!"

Selma's voice came, seemingly impatient: "Flip through the second bookmark!"

Thyls, who was complicated in his heart, raised his head angrily: "How can I know if you don't tell me..."

However, the moment he saw the fierce look in his opponent's eyes, he chuckled back.

The prince obediently opened the position of the second bookmark:

"'The ancient elves are one of the few races in history that can fight against the dragon without falling into the wind. In the Dragon Slaying War (this name comes from the historical data of the ancient elves, we know how much we know about the game more than two thousand years ago There are few wars, I believe that the dragons must have a different name similar to the game of hunting ears.) In the ancient elven kingdom, at least six dragons with names and surnames have been hunted. Therefore, they are also against the giants. The race that Dragon knows the most, and even a lot of the author's information comes from the generosity of a friend of Baishan...'"

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

Six heads?

Does Selma want to show herself the list of these six dead dragons?

Selma knew that she had always been interested in dragons, and she often looked up the names of dragons...

But she may not know that the dragon she was looking for has lived until now, at least fourteen years ago, until she was born in this world.

And it, no, her name is...

"...The dragon slaying fighters are usually divided into several groups and work together."

"The booby traps usually face the enemy and are fully equipped. They usually have a gold-cutting machete similar to that of the Elf Guards, and a mithril armor shield with a high melting point that can cut off the temperature. They are both offensive and defensive— —The author suspects that this is the origin of human swordsmanship. At least the northern military swordsmanship is in spirit and equipment. It should learn from the tactics of the booby force. The expert in northern ancient history in the Tower of the Ascetics, the author of "The Legend of the Jagged King" However, Master Jl Mindis held the same point of view, but Master Lehmer, an expert in the history of weapons and craftsmanship of the Alchemy Tower, believes that military swordsmanship in the North is mainly affected by the ancient orc fighting skills on the battlefield against the enemy;"

"The sniper, this unit is responsible for long-range strikes and containment. It is equipped with a variety of special arrows that can affect the dragon. It holds a foldable strong-arm long sniper bow to quickly strike and suppress fast-moving aerial targets. Weaknesses ranging from dragon eyes to dragon armpits—to this day, the "wanderer" elven settlements in the green heart province of the empire still retain this bow-making technique, and it has even affected the green heart province and has become the empire second to none. The origin of the archers of the Kingdom, the saying that'the north is fierce, the west is ruthless, the green hills make a strong bow' is widely spread. The Romit family’s legendary gray archer troops are even more terrible to take human lives hundreds of steps away. Existence, I believe this has something to do with the sniper technique of the ancient elven kingdom when hunting dragons (although the grays would not admit it)...'"

Thyls was puzzled, and the more he read, the more at a loss.

What are these?

How to hunt the dragon?

"The obliterators, these elves with the least number of elves are also the most dangerous. They have to approach the dragon’s fatal weakness in battle, and fight to injure or even kill the enemy with one blow. The obliterators are usually the best scouts and They acted as the top soldiers. They went into battle lightly and sneaked close. They only had one of the most inconspicuous but most expensive daggers at hand. This dagger is said to be forged with special and secret materials and methods, and it can be forged without hindrance. It penetrates the dragon scales, but what makes the author puzzled is how sharp, but this short side weapon, how can this kind of short side weapon pose a fatal threat to the huge dragon..."

"After the author’s research, this legendary side weapon is called the “Dragon Broker”. It is rare in history. Only the most powerful obliterator is qualified to equip it. It is said that it is a magic weapon that damages or kills A giant dragon, the sword body can accumulate the power of the hunted, and thus become'stronger, sharper, weird, deadly, and vibrant'-this is the original word in the ancient elves literature, but the author is right about the final The translation of a word is still in doubt..."

Thyls sees here~IndoMTL.com~ from time to time he raised his head to look at Selma, but the bulging eyes made him have to lower his head again and again.

The prince can only sigh deeply.

Okay.

He turned a page.

The next second, Thales was shocked!

"See it?" Selma sighed:

"I also feel surprised."

Thyls looked up blankly, the big book opened to one of the pages, and a sketch of a weapon was outlined with simple brushstrokes.

He touched the picture, and instantly knew what Selma wanted him to see.

"This is..." Thales said dumbfoundedly.

"Well," Selma nodded solemnly: "According to the above record, it is an elite weapon owned by the obliterator forces of the ancient elves."

"'Dragon Breaker'."

"The strong fortress built on the border between the two countries by King Midil IV more than three hundred years ago is named after it."

Tyles lowered his head in a daze, looking at the weapon diagram drawn in the book in disbelief.

It was a short sword with a strange weight ball and gems in the center of the grid, and the guard was curved in an inverse arc toward the blade.

He recognized it even though he didn't paint it.

Break... Dragonbreaker?

Tyles has seen this style of dagger once in his life in this life of nearly fourteen years.

No, he has not only seen it.

Six years ago, Thales personally held a dagger of the same size.

The dagger that is red as blood.

It wakes up like a warrior who has been sleeping for a long time, shining in its own hands.

That is like a conscious dagger.

It conveys faint syllables and words, calling itself...

Blood brothers.

?? I'm exhausted, sleep.

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(End of this chapter)