Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 30: Leave

Thyls was walking in the corridor of the Palace of Valor, feeling dull. . lwxiaoshuo.

Nicolae is a terrible liar.

He concealed a thing about King Nunn’s decision back then, and even about Moral.

It’s already clear: the former Blade Guard, Resban, and the Darkroom, these three hold secrets that must not be known to Thales or even Selma—that is, to a large extent, this secret will Not good for the latter two.

Thyls doesn't even have to verify whether the terrifying secret that Rumba told him is true.

This is Thales’ conclusion.

However...

On the way to the dining room, Thales could not help clenching his fists.

However, Longxiao City is facing the most complicated and chaotic situation in six years:

The international situation is about to change, testing the choice of the grand duke;

Domestic grand princes are unpredictable, and wait and see the position of Longxiao City;

The vassals in the collar are ready to move, coveting the marriage and power of the grandfather;

The haze of King Nunn is full of the sky, covering the successor of the Dragonlance family.

And the most terrifying opponent, the current co-existing king of the Dragon Kingdom, Charman Rumba, is holding a sharp blade in the dark, sharpening the knife, and preparing to grab all possible benefits in this looming storm.

Selma, the lonely and weak girl-Thales felt distressed at the thought of-lives among them, facing countless threats.

And the helpers who have been around her all the time and thought they could be trusted, whether the extraordinary Nicolai or the scheming Lisban, have just been proven by Thales: they are not credible.

Thyls stood at the door of the dining room blankly, his fists in his palms, tightening tightly.

For six years, all peace has been an illusion, and all leisure is illusion. Behind the name Selma, Xianjun's ruthless deception may be hidden.

The convulsions before Alex was poisoned again appeared before his eyes, and her face was gradually losing life.

And Selma, no, it’s a little slippery... this was not the life she wanted, but she was forced to face it all, enemy from all sides, helpless and helpless in the forcibly arranged destiny. Measures.

The most important thing is: She lives in a cage of lies, unaware of the threats beside her.

If I didn't discover this secret, this matter, would Selma live as a grandfather unconsciously or even unconsciously until the day when the final truth was cruelly stripped out under the sun?

If that day comes, when the contradictions in Longxiao City erupt, the king's sword will fall, and the secret of the bloodline will be revealed...

She, a lonely and helpless girl, how can she bear all this?

Tyles exhaled in pain, only feeling depressed and tired.

She had a chance to escape.

It was you, Thales, who asked her to become Selma Walton six years ago.

And now, you, an involuntarily and excluded hostage, what can you do?

What can you do for her?

What kind of angle and stand should you use to intervene in this struggle that belongs only to Exter?

What to do.

What to do?

For six years, they are still living under the shadow of dragon blood. For six years, they still can’t escape from King Nunn’s palm. For six years, they...

"Prince Thales, do you need help?"

A cold and polite call awakened Thales from his own world.

"Ms. Jinx," Thales put away his heart full of thoughts, tried his best to drive away the heavy state, and looked at Jinx who was standing at the entrance of the dining room: "Sorry, but..."

Tyles looked at the light from the dining room and vaguely saw the girl.

"Can we stay alone for a while?"

Jinx frowned and scanned the prince's whole body with a careful look, with doubts in her eyes.

"The last time it was because the lady was in a bad mood, we can understand," the court lady in charge of the life of the grand duke said indifferently: "but this time..."

"I really need to talk to her alone."

Tyles looked at the female officer with the most sincere gaze imaginable: "Please, Ms. Jinx."

"This is very important."

"If you still care about the grandfather, if you know her current situation..."

Thyls looked at Jinx with a solemn expression.

This time, the female officer Jinx watched him for a long time.

As if observing antiques.

"I don't know what happened, Your Highness," finally, the indifferent and rational female officer said softly, with the tone of business that has always been done: "But madam she..."

The female officer suddenly stopped talking.

The next second, Jinx made an action that the prince thought she would never do.

She sighed.

For the first time, Thales saw fatigue and wrinkles in the eyes of this well-maintained lady.

"She is just a little girl."

Tyles lowered his head and nodded slightly: "I know, so..."

"But she is not just a girl," Jinx interrupted him irrefutably, "She is the ruler of Longxiao City."

Tyles raised his head and looked at her strangely, always feeling that today's female officials are a little different.

"Many times, it is precisely because of your concern, consideration, and company that Your Highness has always been with you, madam, she will feel safe and let go of worry and vigilance."

"As a friend, you take care of her and worry about her," the female officer's tone was no longer the seriousness of the past, but was full of helplessness and emotion: "This is her luck."

Jinx’s next sentence has no meaning:

"The problem is, she is not safe."

"She shouldn't feel that way either."

Thyls looked at Jinx, speechless for a while.

"We are leaving now, Prince Thales," the female officer's face returned to the staleness, as if the previous sensibility was just an illusion, only to see her bow slightly: "I wish you a happy meal with the lady."

The prince frowned. He suddenly realized that the female official who was dutiful but serious and boring, he had known before, had another side.

"Also, the lady is not in a very good mood, she is today..." Ms. Jinx lowered her voice, extremely cryptically:

"You know, it's been another month since you were kicked on the knee..."

Another month?

Thyls was slightly startled.

When he realized what the other party meant, Jinx had already turned and left.

[It is because of your concern, consideration, and company that your Highness has always made me feel safe...]

The second prince watched her leave with the two maids in a complicated mood, lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, tried to adjust his emotions, and stepped into the grandfather's dining room.

Selma was sitting quietly at the dining table, alone under the lights on both sides.

"Wow, lettuce," Thales sat across from the granddaughter, looked at the food on the table, and smiled: "I haven't eaten it for a while."

Sure enough, the table is full of light foods like fruits and vegetables. Even the broth is hot. This is a rare thing. Under the threat of Nicolae, a dish became cold after repeated inspections. , Is nothing new.

It's the "Monthly" recipe of the grandpa.

Selma raised her head under the light, and the prince couldn't help but notice that she was a little tired.

So, is it because of physiology, or...

"Hey," the female university public looked at him with an uncommon prince's eyes, and the latter couldn't read the meaning: "Tyles."

Her voice does not seem to have much emotion:

"You said today, there is something important to tell me?"

Tyles exhaled, and the troubles he had faced before seemed to come back to his mind instantly.

"Yes, I, uh..."

Tales took a deep breath and said to his lips, but he was speechless.

He looked at Selma, whose face was slightly bleak, maintaining a basic polite smile, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Selma, you are actually facing a terrible situation, not safe?

Even if you survived this storm, survived the forced marriage of vassals and the struggle between Ronnie and the king, you will still be in a difficult situation.

Because, people you think you can trust are actually deceiving you?

You are isolated and helpless, you are in a dangerous situation, you have even the biggest secret in your hands?

"Huh?" Selma's eyes fell on his lips, slightly confused.

But Thales frowned, his fists under the table slowly squeezed, his smile still struggling, and he didn't know where to start.

Should I tell her the truth? Nikolai and Lispan are not loyal to her, at least not?

They may be brewing a plot under King Nunn. Are you just a puppet to be manipulated?

Is this right in Rumba's arms? Want to use me to destroy the internal harmony and the relationship between the ministers of Longxiao City?

However...is there any so-called "harmony" in Longxiao City?

If she doesn't know and has been deceived, will she suffer more and more serious injuries when the secret is revealed?

"What's wrong with you?"

Selma looked at him silently and asked softly:

"Why are you upset with things?"

Finally, Thales let go of his squeezed fists and exhaled.

"As always, you know, outdoor class, I was beaten by Nicolai," the prince turned his smile into a deceptive self-deprecation:

"Maybe I should try lime powder next time."

According to the usual practice, Selma should frown and look at his wound, then let out a smile in response to the prince's subsequent teasing.

But today...

"No," Selma looked at him firmly and shook her head firmly: "It's not because of this."

Thyls was slightly surprised, and he cast a questioning look.

"I can feel it."

"Because of something else," Selma asked keenly, "What do you want to tell me?"

The second prince was silent for a few seconds while looking at the serious-looking grandpa.

"Listen to me, little slick," Finally, Thales calmed down, removed his hypocritical smile, and asked rather heavily and tiredly: "You have been... six years as a grandfather. "

"This is not short."

Selma stared at him, and the girl turned her head to the side, her expression indistinct under the cover of Deng Ying.

She nodded.

"But in the past six years..." Thales looked at the girl sitting on the hard and wide chair, thinking of her sitting alone in the Hall of Heroes, and she couldn't bear it:

"Are you tired, annoying, depressed?"

The girl seemed a little unexpected, she raised her head: "What?"

Thyls sighed and bit his scalp: "I mean, from the time you sat in the position of the Grand Duchess, you were forced to bear the eyes of your vassals. People's doubts are countless. There are also deceitful calculations. The princes are staring at each other, the king has bad intentions, even Nicolai and Lisban..."

While talking, Thales couldn't help lowering his head, feeling a little frustrated.

"I know you don't actually want all of this," he felt a little guilty: "What's more...you had the opportunity to leave back then, leaving the piercing seat."

Just now.

"I am scared."

Thyls raised his head: "Huh?"

"At that time, you are going to go back to the Palace of Valor, you want me to be Selma and save this country," Selma smiled hardly under the light, "I was very scared ."

"I was thinking, when you were going back and facing the princes, you might not be able to come back."

"And I am not ready to be a grandfather at all."

The girl sat at the other end of the dining table, her slightly flushed face against the lights, and it seemed that she did not match the solemn decorations around her.

"But you didn't hesitate at the time. You said, with two countries on your back and the fate of so many people, you can't easily walk away and leave a sea of ​​flames."

Thyls looked at her silently.

His fist pressed firmly on his knees.

"Because you are not afraid."

"So I thought: I can't be scared either."

Selma raised her mouth slightly, seeming to be a little bit of unexpected joy: "And you said, you said you would always stay with me and protect me... Just like in the Hall of Heroes, you did not hesitate to take me from Take it away in front of your majesty, and for the past six years, you and Shire have been protecting me..."

"I know, no matter what happens..."

Hearing this, Thales couldn't help it anymore, he raised his head suddenly:

"But I can't!"

The grandfather stared in surprise, looking at the emotional prince puzzled.

"I can't protect you."

"You are the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, in a chess game that ordinary people can't imagine, and I'm just a powerless prince," Thales thought of Lisban's deliberate rhetoric, and Nicolai wanted to cover it. The look in his eyes, remembering the ubiquitous, omnipresent tense vigilance and close supervision in the Palace of Valor, gritted his teeth:

"We face too many threats, too many dangers, and too many problems."

"Rumba, Ronnie, the earls of Dragon City, and..."

Tyles took a deep breath and struggled and said: "You know, I have no ability to protect you."

Selma stared at him blankly, her lips trembling slightly.

Thales remembered Jinx’s suggestion and couldn’t help adding: "I can’t protect you forever—and, even if they are in Brisbane..."

The grand duke interrupted him.

"Black Sand collar's proposal."

Tyles' words:

"What?"

The girl pursed her lips, her face turned pale, and her smile slowly disappeared.

She grinned reluctantly, and murmured: "Charr told me this afternoon: You went to meet the guy from the black sand collar--so this is it, this is what you are coming to talk to me today." /

Talston feels a headache.

"I'm just," the prince sighed: "Listen, Rumba might really want to win you through me, but I still..."

"Tyles," the girl's voice was low, intermittently: "You want to go home, don't you?"

The expression of the grand duke reminded Thales two years ago. At that time, she read the story of the tragedy bardic "Jasmine's Battle Banner", when Jasmine, who went forward, finally died in the rain. expression.

"This is a condition given by the king to let you return home?" Before Thales could answer, Selma sneered: "And you feel bored, feel hard, you don't want to accompany another The ignorant and boring girl is playing games, so she came to tell me specifically that you can no longer protect me."

She laughed at herself and smiled: "This is what you said, the ‘important thing’?"

Tyles' breathing stopped.

"Yes, a stupid, stupid, and weird little girl," Selma lowered her head: "Is it annoying."

Thyls pressed his forehead painfully: "No, Selma, no, it's not like this, listen to me, what I want to tell you is..."

"You miss home, don't you?" However, the girl didn't seem to be listening to him at all, but she said to herself as if to say: "If there is a chance, you will leave here without hesitation and leave Longxiao City, leave everything behind and go home?"

Thyls was stunned.

Putila asked him the same question.

At the time, his answer was...

"I..." Thales popped a word, but gritted his teeth alive.

He wanted to answer no, answering that he didn't want to be home, and used lies to comfort her for the time being.

But...

"You know, as long as you are here," Thales took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, he could only answer carefully: "Selma, I won't leave easily."

The girl looked up slightly.

Silence.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today." A few seconds later, Selma seemed to reply a little bit. The girl shook her head and smiled reluctantly: "I'm not questioning you—the Charles must have already I am very dissatisfied with you-I'm just... I'm sorry."

She apologized and turned her head.

"You have been imprisoned here for six years, far away from your relatives and friends, and you are still facing many dangers. Kings, princes, vassals, people from the North-the people of Longxiao City are not good to you. Selma shook her head as if mocking herself: "Of course you want to go home."

"I am not qualified to blame your thoughts."

She dropped her head in frustration.

Tyles looked at the granddaughter in front of her, and suddenly realized: in the six years of becoming a grandfather, she was like stepping on thorns all the time, frightened, struggling for survival, and never felt at ease for a moment. .

The prince felt sad.

No.

The imprisoned person.

It's not just me.

But I want to tell her that the road in front of her is more difficult, more dangerous, and more...

Suddenly, an impulse and emotion emerged from his heart.

At that moment, the muscles in Thales' arm tightened slightly.

He slowly straightened his chest and raised his head.

"Selma, I ask you."

The prince looked at the dim girl and said in the most solemn tone:

"If you have a chance—I mean, ‘if’ there is a chance..."

"Are you willing to leave?"

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"What? Me?"

The girl with red eyes raised her head like a frightened rabbit: "Leave?"

"Well, yeah," Thales nodded vigorously, looking straight into Selma's eyes: "Together, let's leave this city, leave this country, leave these troubles, leave these dangers, leave these boredoms Thorough traps and tricks, leave the destiny imposed on you by King Nunn!"

At that moment, Selma was completely stunned.

"Leave...Go, where to go?"

I saw the second prince of the stars standing up from his seat. He leaned his arms on the table and looked at her sharply with a serious expression.

"Stop—no, little slick, I will ask you again."

"Will you leave everything now and come back to the stars with me?"