Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 29: Not too bad?

Clang!

The swords and axes intersect. ＠乐＠文＠小＠说|

Nicollet's face is cold, blocking Thales.

"I try to be polite, Lord Lord, so I try not to think like that." Thales gritted his teeth and tried to adjust his breathing while trying to increase his strength: "But you know the thing. How serious is it, for the sake of caution, please forgive me for asking extraneously: Does the Red Witch know this secret?"

"If she knew...was it leaked from you?"

In fact, Thales eavesdropped on their conversation back then.

The Red Witch does know this secret, and she confided it to Nicolai.

But Thales still has to ask.

Because...

"No," Nicolai resisted Thales’ blade effortlessly, his expression unchanged, and he answered categorically: "Of course she doesn’t know—at least not from me—otherwise she Will not miss the opportunity to take advantage of this."

At that moment, Thales' eyes changed differently.

He looked into the eyes of the meteorite through the sword and axe, and his thoughts were surging.

He was deliberately hiding from me, hiding the fact that the Red Witch knew the truth.

Why?

Is afraid that I will continue to ask "Why the Red Witch let us go" after I know it?

Still afraid, what secret is hidden in the "Red Witch let us go"?

A secret that will derive "It doesn't matter if this grandma is not of Walton's blood"?

For example...

Really.

At that moment, Thales's mood only grew heavier.

He stepped back and removed the blade.

"Very well," Thales looked up with a spring breeze, looking like he was relieved, and returned to the laid-back prince: "Even though I don't believe it--but I'm relieved to hear you prove it myself. Too much."

Nicolai frowned and looked at him, not even smiling.

"Then let's change direction," Thales breathed, trying to think hard: "Anyone, anyone who knows this secret from you--they, is it possible to talk to the Red Witch? Have contact?"

Nikolai's axe shook: "Anyone?"

Thyls felt sad.

He acquiesced.

He acquiesced that the Red Witch knew the secret of Little Slick.

So, the phrase "how is it possible" just now doesn't mean "how could the Red Witch know".

It's "How could the Red Witch reveal a secret".

Tales cleaned up his mind and nodded calmly: "Does Lisban know? The true identity of the Grand Duke?"

"In six years, you didn't tell him anything?"

This time, he clearly saw: Nicolai's expression was motionless.

It seems to be frozen by ice.

Thyls sighed.

"Uncle Nicolai," the prince looked anxious, as if he was really worried about something: "We are not talking about lively pre-dinner jokes."

Thyls' eyelids are miniaturized: "It's the life and death of Longxiao City."

He turned to the girl who was practicing the dagger: "There is also the rule of Selma."

"Rumba holds our greatest weakness, and your concealment and hesitation will only increase our troubles."

"Northlanders."

A few seconds later, Nicolai raised his head blankly and looked at him calmly.

Not a word.

Thyls looked at the silent Nicolai, sighed and raised his sword.

"So you told him."

Nicolai raised his axe, absently blocking Thales' fluttering sword, helplessly.

"Impossible." The meteorite's face was stiff, as if he had seen the most terrible thing: "He has no reason to betray us, it is impossible to reveal the news to the enemy."

Thyls snorted softly.

"Who knows, Earl Charles Lisbane, the former prime minister of the kingdom, he is only loyal to Walton," Thales said with deep meaning, "If he knows the truth about the grand duke, he knows what he serves It's not Walton, then would he feel that he is more suitable..."

Nicolai suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Because he is loyal to Walton, it is even more impossible!"

Thyls didn't speak.

He just looked at each other with complicated eyes.

Why are you so sure and confident?

Why are you so confident that Lisban still followed his will after the death of King Nunn and served a girl who has nothing to do with Walton without complaint?

Thyls sighed slightly:

"Don't forget, Walton's direct bloodline is actually dead."

Nicolai shuddered slightly.

"After the death of the natural king, the death of the ancestor through the guards is so supreme?" Thales pushed Nicolai away, sneered again and again: "So that it can make a respected traditional northern lord Let go of dignity and habits, and bend down to a girl who is not actually the blood of his lord?"

"Unless King Nunn is alive, how can a vassal who almost controls the power of Longxiao City, facing a weak and fragile girl, remain loyal for decades?"

Thyls shrugged: "You know, if it was Brisbane, then Walton's nominal rule would probably end here-the secret he held is enough to overthrow the Grand Duke... "

"I said it was impossible!" Nicolai's dissatisfaction was already extremely obvious: "You don't know anything, you don't know Lisbane."

Thyls looked at the appearance of the meteorite and sighed softly in his heart.

Yes.

Risban doesn't look like that kind of person, and he won't be so stupid to trade with the black sand collar with a secret.

So...

There is only one explanation.

Because Brisbane knew that everything he worked hard to manage was still to be loyal to Walton.

His true allegiance is still the blood of King Nunn.

"Your concern ends here, unless the black sand collar comes to contact you again, otherwise," Nicolai said coldly:

"I will handle this matter."

"You won't be so stupid to confront him directly, are you? Lisban?" The prince said indifferently: "On the basis of the ancestor's love and kindness?"

Nicolai turned sideways contemptuously, ignored him, and stepped back a certain distance.

Until Thales' next sentence.

"Have you forgotten that traitor?" Thales sneered in front of him: "You have forgotten, how did you refuse to believe his betrayal until he himself appeared in the Palace of Valor?"

"Until you killed that traitor with your own hands—Caslan Rumba?"

These words are like sparks that ignited the straw, Nicolai suddenly turned around and punched Thales in the abdomen!

Boom!

But to the surprise of the meteorite, Thales seemed to have changed himself, reaching out his hands extremely fast, and firmly grasping his habitual change of direction.

"That's right. Keep a low profile. It's best to pretend to be nonchalant." Thales clenched the opponent's arm and gritted his teeth: "Because many times, even I don't know who is in Longxiao City. Enemy, who is a friend."

Nicolai frowned and stared at him. A few seconds later, the meteorite drew his arm back unceremoniously, making the prince stagger.

He looked at Selma who was practicing the dagger with Justin in the distance, and pursed his lips: "Did you tell the Grand Duke about this matter?"

"The bargaining chip and threat of the black sand collar?"

"No," Thales exhaled, shaking his sore hands, experiencing the numbness that the crime of the prison river slowly subsided: "Not for the time being."

"Very well, then keep silent," Nicolai seemed to calm his emotions, his eyes fixed on Selma: "She doesn't need to know this."

"As for this matter, nothing is left... the Grand Duke's guard will be tracked down."

Silence.

After a long while, Thales sighed sadly, he stood up and stopped looking at the meteorite.

"Really."

"You think you can protect her with long swords and shields," Thales watched the grandfather's practice and hummed deeply: "So only teach her to use daggers."

He shook his head: "Think about it: when the enemy's sword slashed in front of her, the lonely and weak female grandfather had only a small dagger, only piercing and cutting."

"I can't imagine anything more cruel than this."

Nicolae glanced at the Grand Duke, turned to Thales again, with disdain: "Don't worry, I will cut off the enemy's head before the enemy's sword arrives."

"Ha, that's really amazing."

Thyls shook his head, his tone imperceptibly with a hint of sorrow: "However, the sword belonging to Rumba has stopped in her throat, and Rumba's head is still on his neck—and she Still learning daggers from you happily."

Nicolai did not speak, but his brows tightened.

Tyles squinted his eyes: "Did you train Prince Morar in the same way? Teach him to defend himself with a dagger and keep him away from all dangerous secrets?"

The prince lowered his head and patted his hand, and sighed: "No wonder Moral failed to come back from the stars..."

"Women do not belong to the battlefield, and Moral is not a woman," Nicolai interrupted him coldly. "His training is much harder. He is also a courageous swordsman and axe. He didn't come back because of his poor skills."

Thyls folded his arms and was silent for a moment.

"Of course, Moral," Thales shook his head, his eyes seemed to have a different meaning: "A legal male heir, if he is still there, then Longxiao City will probably be stabilized. Come on-then I probably don't need to come to Exeter."

Nicolai snorted coldly, seemingly unaware of what the prince wanted to say.

"But she," Thales said to the Grand Duke Nunu, as if this was just a small chat: "She is a woman, not even Walton."

"This brings a lot of problems."

"She can't just know how to defend herself with a dagger, it's far from enough."

"That's not something you should worry about. Just take care of yourself." Nicolai blocked his words unceremoniously: "That's my business."

"You are really confident." Thales hummed and shook his head: "It seems that as long as you say a word, Longxiao City will instantly become stable, and the suspicion of Lisban and others will be eliminated."

Really.

Nicolai?

"Today's lesson is here," Nicolai said bluntly: "The rest of the time, practice by yourself."

Thyls chuckled in his heart and shook his head: "How about a hundred times?"

But the meteorite just glanced at him coldly, turned around, and left without stopping.

And Thales looked at his back and frowned slowly.

It's still early and the sun is still.

"It's over so early?" Wiya walked up, took the sword and shield from Thales, and said in a puzzled manner: "Today's training seems to be different?"

The second prince took a deep breath~IndoMTL.com~ shook his head gently.

"Where, isn't it the same as the past?"

"This overwhelming advantage," Thales looked at the figure of the meteorite going away, and couldn't help sighing with emotion: "The two sides fighting each other."

"It's not a level at all."

"You don't have to compare yourself with the meteorite," Wiya raised her eyebrows, followed the prince's sight, looked at the terrifying former sword commander, and tentatively said: "But seeing you becomes like this again Optimistic, then I can rest assured."

"Not too bad, is it?"

Tyles turned around and looked to the other side. Selma, who was sweating profusely while practicing daggers, looked at the guards and servants who looked wary on and off the court, silently.

Not too bad?

No.

At that moment, only the prince himself knew how bad the situation he was facing.