Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 18: Merry Hexer

Five days later, Thales sat listlessly in the study of the Grand Duchess in the Palace of Valor, while Selma sat on the opposite desk, reading attentively a book of "Cathir Ye Luo Poems" in her hand. ".

The star prince lowered his head slightly and exhaled.

The shock in the library did not last long, and the sketches in the book did not give Thales more information.

He can only guess: As a weapon that may have drunk the dragon's blood, the Edge of the Pure World has a connection and resonance with his peculiar physique.

The intermediate bridge of this connection has become clearer:

That dragon name.

But this is not the thing that bothers Thales the most.

"I went to the Earl of Brisbane."

Thyls's fluttering sentence attracted Selma's attention.

The grand duke raised her head, her eyes lit up: "What did Shire say?"

Thyls scratched his head.

"Lisban said that regarding the Freedom League, we must wait for an official letter from Qiyuan City to choose how to respond."

"But don't worry," Prince Star grinned: "Risban is confident that the Grand Duke will continue to be independent and independent. He already has a plan. Being the Prime Minister of King Nunn is unusual. Goods."

The corners of Selma's mouth slightly cocked, indicating that the grandfather is in a good mood at the moment.

"Tels, thank you."

Thyls shrugged.

He recalled looking for an interview with Lisban in private the day before yesterday, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

[Thank you for your concern, Prince Thales. Naturally, we have to deal with the matter of the grandfather. Don’t forget that we are the vassals of Longxiao City. After all, you are only a guest, not a "master"—not in the past, nor in the present, nor in the future. 】

[Of course, as the most sincere "friend" of the Grand Duke, please do not have extra thoughts and thoughts, let alone behavior-no matter what it is, whether it is for you or for the lady, for Longxiaocheng or for Yongxing City is very unfavorable. 】

[I admire your reputation for being smart and precocious, and I don’t want to see you degenerate into a mediocre person who is addicted to desire. I hope you can do it for yourself. You must know that your situation is not very safe. 】

Really.

Tyles closed his eyes and punched his head hard.

What is meant by "superfluous thoughts and thoughts"?

There are also "Mediocre people who are addicted to desire"?

Charles Resban, an old man in his sixties and seventies, has been thinking about everything in his head all day long!

After this incident, Thales realized: Obviously, his unpopularity in Longxiao City has made a new breakthrough, not only Lisban and Nicolai, but also Ms. Jinx and the two maids. The look in his eyes was strange, making Thales cautiously greeted the servants, for fear that a masked man with a knife suddenly popped out of a corner, yelling "for Exter" to him Rush.

Unexpectedly, Putila didn’t panic about the prince’s active involvement in the political struggle in Longxiao City and his “determining to help friends out of unhappy marriages for friendship”. , It's just that Thales's "I know" expression with a crooked smile while smoking a pipe is really worrying.

Even the look in the eyes of Wiya and Rolf gave Thales the illusion of a guilty conscience.

"We are not surprised at all, you know: teenagers have to go through some'special events' to grow up." This is one day when Thales was studying bardics with Putila and couldn't help but ask At the time, the Lord of the Smoke Ring answered with a smirk.

For this sentence, Telsk deducted all the bounty originally planned to be distributed to the Lord on the reward day.

Thyls in the study shook his head, trying to get the memory out of his mind.

"By the way, do you know anything about the new teacher in a while?" Selma put down the book and asked questioningly: "I heard that he was introduced by your interesting deputy."

"Putila?" Thales, who was immersed in memories, said with a stern face: "He is not my deputy, I am not familiar with him."

Selma's strange eyes rolled around him, snorted silently in her nose, and returned to the book.

At the same time, the footsteps of two people suddenly heard outside the study.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

To be precise, it is the sound of one person's footsteps, and another person's...

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

Thyls frowned: This is the sound of wood touching the ground, the rhythm is chaotic, loose and casual, it seems to be knocked out casually.

But it was heavy.

It's like...

The door of the study room opened.

The female officer Jinx came in, bowed slightly to the Grand Duke and His Royal Highness, and then walked out politely and low-key.

A weak figure appeared behind the female officer.

The new guest crouched slightly, leaning on a rather old and heavy crutches, putting all the weight of his body on the crutches, and placing the head firmly on the ground.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

Jink ribbon closed the door of the study.

The prince and the grandfather sat down quickly, looking at the person who came: He stepped up to Thales and Selma by the desk.

"Sorry, both gentlemen and madam, I'm getting older—cough—this boneless body can't stand the toss," the guests heard an old, weak and shriveled voice, accompanied by a sound Clear your throat. As if he couldn't speak without doing this:

"From Enrenzo to Exeter, the carriage ride along the way almost turned my **** upside down-the boys had to slow down for fear that I would die halfway."

"After arriving at Longxiao City, I had to rest for four days."

Tyles glanced at the crutch first, and thought of the black prophet who had been bound to several sides a long time ago, which made him feel uncomfortable.

The prince got rid of unnecessary impressions, he squinted his eyes and looked at the visitors:

This is a thin and short old man, with sparse white hair on the top of his head, wrinkles and furrows on his face, it seems that he has experienced too much wind and frost.

The old man was wrapped up and down—the word was used because he was so thin that he looked like clothes hanging on a hanger that was too small—an ordinary dark coat with white lining And the red scarf, it looks no different from an ordinary merchant in a shop.

His spirit does not seem to be very good, his eyes are misty and muddy, except that his left eye wears a monocle with a clipped nose, which makes his left eye look very big from the front, and the old man barely wears a dull and gentle pair His smile, the lines of the law and the chapped lips trembled up and down, giving people a bleak evening scene.

It looks older than Lisban and Nunn six years ago-Thales was secretly alarmed-at least seventy years old.

How did Putila and Gilbert invite such a vicissitudes of life, who seems to be in a bad situation and is not safe from day to day, to come to Longxiao City not far away?

"Good day, sir," Thales said with some worry: "I...I heard Putila mentioned about the new teacher, but he has not been willing to say who it is."

Selma stared at the new teacher blankly, seeming to be stunned by his age and situation.

"Maybe he is right, so you won’t be too disappointed when you see a bad old man who is about to fall into the ground." The old man gave a dry laugh, and he seemed to be struggling to step forward, holding his right hand with a cane. There was a slight tremor.

"Don't mind if I sit down, you know," the skinny old man looked at his trembling right arm, tightened his nose in disgust, and shook his head:

"Poor legs and feet."

Obviously, he didn't want to consult two—at least what the grand duke meant. Instead, he chose the most comfortable leather chair and sat down.

The skinny old man sank into the leather chair, closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, then healed for several seconds.

Thyls and Selma looked at each other, surprised, not knowing how to react.

This is... the teacher whom Gilbert and Putila admire most?

The old man seemed to slowly regain some strength, and then he opened his eyes and revealed a weak smile:

"Don't worry, I have been sick and frail since I was a child, and look bad, but in fact, I live longer than too many strong people."

Thyls raised the corners of his mouth and barely smiled: "I heard that you are Gilbert Caso and Putila Nieman, all thanks to your teachings?"

The thin old man tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, as if he was reminiscing.

"Oh, yes, those two funny boys, little adults and troublemakers," the old man paused and seemed to remember, he curled his mouth: "A long time ago, when I was a tutor , The students who have taught... well, they seem to be among them?"

Thyls raised his eyebrows and looked at Selma again for unknown reasons.

"Oh, yes!" The old man's eyelids picked up, and the left eye in the lens suddenly widened, looking quite scary.

He took the crutches in his right hand, put it in the center of his knees, squeezed it with both hands, and smiled.

"As an opening remark, we really should introduce ourselves first." The old man looked at the two embarrassed students gently, wrinkles on his face rolled up like waves: "Start with me."

"Merry Hickser," the thin old man cleared his throat: "From the Dragon Kiss Basin, the Duchy of Anrenzo, Changyin City."

"But most people who know me like to call me ‘Old Crow’. Of course, students generally like to call me like that from behind."

Thyls' heart moved slightly.

Long Kiss Basin.

That is...

"You are from Dragon Kiss Academy? Are you a bachelor?" Selma's eyes lit up, she leaned forward happily, and looked at her new teacher Hexer curiously: "I heard Shire say about your reputation Very high, there are many outstanding people who have been in your..."

Hikeser laughed first, then shook his head a little sorrowfully, interrupting the grand duke.

"Although I did hang up at Dragon Kiss Academy," the left eye in Hexer's lens blinked once: "But I have to say with shame that I have never obtained a bachelor's qualification-when traveling abroad, all Relying on a bachelor’s qualification certificate disguised as a classmate, I barely got a job as a tutor in the aristocratic castle."

His tone is plain and ordinary. Although he uses the words like this, he obviously has no sense of shame. He seems to be just saying "forgot to bring a purse" or something like that.

Tyles and Selma looked at each other in shock for the third time, and both blinked.

What?

"Old Crow" Hexer nodded friendly and playfully at them.

"Then it is your turn to introduce yourself."

"Ladies first, how about?"

Selma opened her mouth slightly, and she couldn't react.

Thyls is also a little ignorant.

In the past six years, the boys and girls of Longxiao City have experienced countless Northland tutors-rigid, flexible, serious, stubborn, numb, kind, humorous, pretending, and extremely vicious ...

But every teacher will know what kind of two students they are going to face before. When they see the grandma and the prince, they are not like the old man who calls himself the "old crow", at least never Tell them in such an indifferent tone the fact that they had been deceived by forging a certificate, and never let the two nobles "introduce themselves" so casually.

Moreover, what he called them...

Sir, ma'am?

This reminds Thales of six years ago, in Mindith Hall, Gilbert also called himself a "little gentleman" who has not yet been recognized as a prince.

Thinking of this, there was nostalgia in his heart.

"Don’t be restrained, don’t be nervous... I am not here to be your enemy—unlike most teachers in this world." Hexer noticed the Grand Duke’s reaction. He opened his mouth wide and showed a mouthful though Old but still well-maintained teeth, laugh casually:

"Longxiao City paid me salary, but it didn't make me bother you. In fact, I just want to come and chat with you. If it is not popular, I have the right to visit the Northland."

The old crow exhaled and nodded with a smile.

He looked at Selma gently, with his right hand resting on the cane, and his left hand tapping the back of his right hand lightly: "Although I have heard a lot about the two gentlemen and ladies before, obviously, I am more I want to hear your own voice."

Obviously, the old man's attitude relieved Selma a lot. The girl glanced at Thales, who gave her an encouraging nod.

"Good day, Mr. Hexer, I'm Selma Walton, from Dragon City...cough, I'm the Grand Duke of Dragon City," Selma said cautiously, "In fact, I'm stupid, I don't know anything, I only read books..."

Hickser smiled.

"Ah, grandfather, it's so kind to see you, haha, at least, we have something obvious in common." Hickser blinked and smiled and poked the monocle on the bridge of his nose.

Selma helped her pinch-nose glasses, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her mouth curled upwards—Tyles knew that this was the expression she wanted to laugh and resist.

The old crow shook his head and turned to the other person, his left eye slightly widened in the lens: "Why don't you sit closer, Thales?"

The Star Prince, who was watching the interaction between the two, paused.

"You don't have to behave like a hedgehog-you may always be in trouble, but it won't be today, it won't be here." Hexer lighted his cane and looked at Thales with a deep look.

Tyles stared at the new weird teacher, his throat rolled.

"Good day, sir," he finally moved his chair forward politely, lowered his gaze for a moment, and nodded: "I am Thales Canxing, and I look forward to your teaching— —Thank you for accepting Putilai’s invitation to come to teach us a few miles away."

"Well, Thales," Hickser took a deep breath, staring at Thales with his left eye in the lens, his voice a little weak: "Can star, very good. Can star, as expected."

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Right, teaching!" The old crow didn't talk any more, he patted the back of his hand and sighed.

"You must be very strange, such a weird, bad old man, what exactly is going to teach you and what can he teach you?"

Facing the curious and scrutinizing gazes of the two students, the thin old man sitting in the leather chair lifted his back from the chair and raised his head.

"I thought about this question: even among the many students I have taught, you can't say it is the most ordinary kind."

Thyls and Selma both looked at the teacher seriously.

To be honest, whether it is Gilbert’s highly respected evaluation of "He is the second person I respect in my life," or Putila’s seemingly casual introduction, let him talk about it. When I first saw it, the rather peculiar "Old Crow" had a sense of anticipation.

Slap!

Hickser slapped the back of his hand and laughed.

"In fact, I can't think of anything I can teach you."

"So I finally decided, let the teaching go to hell!"

Huh?

Under the surprised eyes of the two students, the skinny old man said casually and easily: "Let’s have a chat today."

Chat... Chat?

For the fourth time, Thales and Selma released shocked and inexplicable eyes, and glanced at each other.

What is this...

"It's very interesting, isn't it, you one is the supreme ruler of Longxiao City," Hexer said with emotion: "The other is the heir of the ancient kingdom."

"A man and a woman, but by chance, sat in the same room, facing the same bad old man."

"Then let's talk~IndoMTL.com~How about topics related to both of you?"

The prince raised his eyebrows. He looked at his notebook, closed it silently, and pushed it away.

The old crow frowned, seeming to be thinking deeply, his gaze constantly wandered between the bewildered teenagers and girls: "Well, topics related to both the Northlanders and the Stars...Let me think about it. ."

Hickser frowned, and the wrinkles on his face fluctuated again.

"Oh, yes," the old man looked at Selma kindly: "Madam?"

Selma nodded politely in response: "Mr. Hexer?"

The old man nicknamed the old crow nodded with satisfaction, and then reached out to Thales on one side.

The prince was slightly surprised.

"This is Thales," Hexer solemnly said: "Tyles Canxing."

"Ah, I know." Selma was puzzled.

Hickser sighed.

"A calm, calm, alert, handsome, sharp-eyed star prince, with a pair of interesting gray eyes, but bears the rise and fall of an ancient kingdom in his destiny..."

"Struggle and struggle in the dark vortex that is invisible."

Thyls' eyebrows trembled,

This teacher, some of his words...

Selma couldn't help but glance at the second prince, with worry and pity in her eyes.

He said faintly: "So, Selma Walton, as the unprecedented female prince in Longxiao City, young, young, restless, delicate and energetic Northland girl, you..."

The next second, I saw their gentle new teacher, Meri Hickser from Longkiss Land, smiling and asking the confused grandfather:

"Do you like him?"

Slap!

At that moment, the book in the girl's hand fell heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)