Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 34: Ian “Herker”

One hour later, the Prince of Stars, who had just finished dressing from the Garden of Blood, was walking along the corridor to the Hall of Heroes, accompanied by Rolf and Wya.

Tyles took a deep breath, passing by a group of guards who were staring at him fiercely, looking at the very familiar pattern and furnishings in the Palace of Valor.

"How are you, Your Highness?" This was a slightly worried Wyeah.

"It can't be better," Thales replied sternly, "Why ask?"

"Because when I was outside, Lord Putley said that Ronnie was here to propose...If this bothers you..." Wya suddenly stopped, he turned his head and saw Rolf He clasped his hands tightly on his shoulders, his eyes were severe, and he shook his head vigorously.

"Look, this is the problem," Thales exhaled: "Everyone thinks in the same direction, even you."

Wiya and Rolf looked at each other.

"But the real problem is," Thales turned his mind frantically, clenching his fists unconsciously: "This is impossible."

Yes.

Marriage proposal.

Are you kidding?

Just as Wiya and Rolf became more puzzled, there were rustling footsteps and the sound of conversation behind the corner ahead.

"Oh, the five-headed shackle carved on the bone of this beast? I know, it was a private emblem from Noon the Smiler to Solon Walton the Big Hand 600 years ago. At that time, Walton’s logo was not the Dragon Spear in the Cloud..."

This is a slightly frivolous young male voice, seeming to look around on the road:

"Ah, this weapon must be the black-patterned greatsword of Most Nagil the'Smasher' more than three hundred years ago?"

The Star Prince stopped.

"That's..." Wiya said puzzled.

They no longer have to wonder soon.

"It's just an imitation," it was Nicolai's voice, but it sounded uncomfortable: "The original was buried with Most in the cemetery of the Blade Guard."

The frivolous male voice sighed: "Really, I have to say, I am a little disappointed...but it doesn't matter, anyway, I will soon see the long-awaited and famous Soul Slaughter Gun..."

Tyles narrowed his eyes: Nicolai and the guards of the Grand Duke, accompanied by another team of strangers, came out from the corner.

The moment he saw Thales, the meteorite frowned slightly.

"This is..." Nicolai coughed.

Tyles focused his eyes and looked at the conspicuous and special young nobleman among the strangers, embroidered with a knight's code emblem on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Lord Lord, but I know exactly who I am against." In the mission of Qiyuan City, the neatly dressed and plain young man also turned his head and looked at Tai with enlightenment. Les.

He is very young, in his early twenties, with curly hair that has ears. Compared with the long-haired prince Thales has ever seen, his face is much softer, with a strange smile in his eyes. meaning.

So, it's him.

The one who claims to propose to Selma?

The young man turned the hidden smile into an obvious smile. He took a decisive step forward and stretched out his palm under his robe: "Meeting for the first time, Prince Thales, admiring your reputation."

As soon as this statement came out, all the people in the Qiyuan city mission turned their eyes to the prince in front of them, with various emotions in their eyes.

Tyles gave a chuckle in his heart.

It turns out that I also have a reputation.

"Thank you," Thales pressed his heart full, smiled and shook his palm: "Then you must be the son of Grand Duke Ronnie..."

The palm of the opponent is very strong, and there are thin calluses that Thales is so familiar with on the tiger's mouth and fingers.

A well-trained noble fighter may be like his father.

But...

"Ian Ronnie, the Viscount Fengcheng of Qiyuan City, is here as an envoy to Longxiao City," the young man named Ian interrupted him with a smile, and declared his family: "Father He once said that there were many things that impressed him during his trip to Longxiao City six years ago."

"There is nothing more than the young and witty prince."

Thyls moved in his heart.

Besides the courtesy, he caught the key point, the Viscount Wind City.

Ian Ronnie, he has his own title and fief.

Even so young.

Even if he is already the heir of Lord Qiyuan City.

This says something more or less.

Thyls let go of the opponent's hand.

"Please thank your father for me," Thales suppressed the sense of disharmony in his heart, and said calmly: "I am also impressed by Duke Ronnie, especially his fearlessness."

After hearing these words, Ian's expression suddenly became strange.

He took a breath and squinted at Thales, smiling.

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"Hehehehe..." Finally, Lord Ronnie laughed out loud.

He shook his head, with a funny expression, and said a word.

The speed of this sentence was extremely fast, the words were sharp and ear-piercing, and Thales could not understand it at all.

But.

"Excuse me?" Thales was puzzled: "I didn't hear what you were talking about."

"Oh, sorry," Ian seemed to have just reacted, and he spread his hands out apologetically: "No, please forgive me."

"My accent follows my mother, so sometimes I don’t get used to speaking in a northern accent."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

Not used to Northland accent...

But...

Ian laughed: "And what I just said was: Thank you for your tolerance and generosity, so that I can describe my father's stubbornness and stupidity as fearless and fortitude."

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

Stubborn? silly?

It’s not just the prince of stars who reacted like this. In the Qiyuan city mission behind them, many nobles looked ugly, and an older noble coughed vigorously to remind them of Lord Viscount.

"Ah, we all know that you have a cough, old Bernie," Ian said loudly and unceremoniously without looking back, "It's just that since I'm in Longxiao City, I will restrain myself, okay?"

"That's exactly what I want to say, little Ian," the old nobleman replied unceremoniously, "especially in front of the star prince."

Little Ronnie snorted indifferently.

Nicolai frowned as he watched the interaction within Qiyuan City, without saying a word.

"That's really...a novel evaluation," the star prince smiled awkwardly, pretending not to see the infighting of the mission: "It also came from his son."

"It’s not surprising. Thank you for your wit and righteous deeds six years ago, allowing him to keep his stubborn head on his neck instead of following His Majesty the King to the prison river to be loyal, and throw it to Qi by the way. The far city is in a mess," Ian laughed and waved his hand, showing a thoughtful expression:

"Of course, if it does happen, maybe I can inherit Qiyuan City earlier."

This sentence left Thales speechless again.

An undisguised cough came from the mission again, this time especially loud and seemed very dissatisfied.

"But that’s my father, a typical Northlander," Ian sighed with a look of regret, then immediately put on a smile: "And my mother used to say that the Northlander’s There is a fist-sized pit on the forehead, facing the sky in spring and winter, it is full of snow, summer and autumn are empty, hahahaha!"

As soon as this statement came out, both the people from Longxiao City on both sides and the people from the Qiyuan City Mission became ugly.

Only Ian smiled happily.

Wiya's eyes widened, and Rolf looked at each other, who made a "agree" gesture.

Thyls twitched his face, then laughed dryly.

He has a feeling: This Ian Ronnie, there is really something, how to say...

Cheating?

Thyls thought of the heroic and bold Grand Duke Ronnie, then looked at the frivolous and impetuous boy in front of him, and sighed in his heart.

"Hahahaha," the prince smiled happily: "I have to say, you still... don't look like your father's son."

"Ah!"

"Am I really the father's son?" Ronnie laughed, and once again surprised everyone: "Well, this is also the suspicion that has troubled my father for many years. I said, no wonder my mother died so early. Is it to hide..."

Tyles' smile froze on his face.

An unceremonious low drink came from the mission: "Ian!"

Ian lowered his head slightly, and the light cast a shadow on his face.

Immediately, he smiled again.

"Hahahahaha!" Ronnie laughed and waved his hands behind him: "Just kidding, look at your expressions!"

At that moment, Thales knew what the sense of disharmony was.

Ian Ronnie, this guy, his way of saying and doing things...

Neither look like a...

Northlanders.

"Gentlemen," Nicolai, the receptionist, looked at the two people who chatted with great vigilance, at least on the surface: "Maybe we shouldn't let the grandpa wait for a long time?"

Ian looked at Nicolai and shrugged.

"Come on, prince," His Excellency Ronnie, regardless of the prince's awkward look, put him on the latter's shoulder: "Let's walk and talk, I believe we will become good friends."

Tyles subconsciously wanted to break free of his hand, but Ian just smiled.

"Trust me, Prince Thales," he said with a cheerful face, but with deep meaning: "There are so many things we can talk about."

"For example, the marriage of the grandfather."

Thyls was stunned.

Nicolai frowned, his expression unwavering, but he said nothing after all.

"Moreover," Ian pushed Thales and moved forward with him, smiling happily:

"Facing the Northlanders...I think we must be able to talk."

No.

Thyls gave up the familiar gesture of getting rid of Ronnie's shoulder and back, and sighed.

For now.

Someone who can talk to you...

Probably only Edda.

Thyls gave Wiya and Rolf a reassuring look, and moved forward.

"According to what you just said, your mother is a foreigner?" The prince recalled the scene just now and asked keenly: "From Comus?"

"Oh, no, of course she is from Exeter," Ronnie replied briskly, "And it's from Qiyuan City."

"Pray for the local city?"

Thyls frowned slightly: "But you just said that her accent is not Northland..."

The young Viscount Fengcheng raised his eyebrows lightly, showing an expression of "it is true".

They followed Nicolai and slowly approached the Hall of Heroes.

"Have you never been to Qiyuan City, Your Highness?"

"I haven't had that honor yet."

"No wonder." Ian shook his head deeply, tusk.

He sighed: "When everyone talks about the Kingdom of Exeter, they will always say: It is the Northland, the kingdom of the Northlanders, as if the Exterans are the Northlanders."

Thyls was piqued by the follow-up question presupposed by this sentence: "But?"

"But, they all forgot," Ian turned his head and smiled slightly: "The western part of the Kingdom of Exter, at least one part of the territory does not belong to the old north, and its people are not only The rugged northerners."

Thyls moved slightly: "Pray for the city?"

Ian nodded, his voice was frustrated and powerful: "Pray for the city."

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, their footsteps slowly lags behind Nicolai a lot: "As early as the kings before the ancient empire, there was such a barren and barren land, starting from Xitaoya in the west, In the east to the wasteland, the people who live on it struggle to survive, and are called the "sufferers"."

"That piece of land was designated by the ancient empires as their Xitao province. Whether it is from the Northland province in the east or the Toto province in the west, it is completely different and distinct."

Lord Ronnie raised his head and gently wiped the emblem of the Knight's Code on his shoulder.

"And after the end of the battle, the powerful hero of the hero Nekaru, one of the nine knights, the "truth seeker" Kuliko Ronnie, brought his sword and axe to Xitao. Land, conquer up and down, open up territory, build castles, and finally announce to the bitter people on the conquered land: From this moment on, they are all Exterites."

"He is the first Grand Duke of Qiyuan City," Ian said with a chuckle: "A person who is different from other princes, the truth seeker is a person from the north, and by virtue of the north, he rules countless Lord Exter of the bitter people of Xitao."

"That's it," Thales thoughtfully: "I don't often hear about it in the courses of ‘Northland People’s Congress Unity’."

Ian shook his head and sneered: "Of course, outsiders rarely care about such a difference, even Exeters from other places are the same."

He raised his head with interest and looked at the decorations in the Northland style around him: "It’s no wonder that among the top ten territories of Exter, the sentry collar and the guard city are guarding the most human beings in the north. The ancient defense line; Glacier Sea and Elk City have the threat of the east coast to be worried about; the three leaders in the south near the north of the stars need not be mentioned; and Longxiao City and Fengzhao City are the center of the North since ancient times, and they are called kingdoms. Heart."

"In contrast, Qiyuan City, which is located in the west and has a large area with sparsely populated areas, can only deal with sand bandits and merchants, is particularly irrelevant, doesn't it?"

Nicolai turned his head, giving them a vague glance.

Ian immediately responded with a bright smile.

"But you are still a member of Exeter," Thales shrugged. "You have also raised the king."

Ian snorted lightly.

"Three hundred years ago, if it weren’t for King Nightwing’s heavy damage to the eastern part of the kingdom," he sighed: "To lift the throne together would never even be the turn of the Ronnie family, and I would not have waited for King Elassa Ronnie to pray The coronation of the far city."

"From the name, you can tell a lot of Qiyuan City, pray, and far away," Ronnie patted the prince on the shoulder, and said helplessly: "For Exeter, the city of Qiyuan is just a distant territory. It’s so far away that no matter what happens on that wasteland, the rest of the kingdom only needs to pray from a distance, even if it’s been taken care of with compassion."

Thyls didn't speak.

But his judgment of the situation and his estimation of Qiyuan City's intentions have changed many times.

But in the next second, Ian lowered his head, pressed close to Thales’ ears, and spoke softly:

"The most important thing is, since it is not the land of the northern people, why do the people in the north pay attention to it? Is it dead or alive to pay attention to the bitter people of Xitao above?"

Thyls shivered slightly.

"You only need to know that it still belongs to the Kingdom of Exeter. When you brag about it, you can still use that large territory to show Exeter's national power. It's enough, isn't it," Ian Still resting on his shoulder, raising a finger, and whispered: "So, many people from Xitao can't help thinking: Northerners, maybe they really care about the only city of Qiyuan drawn on the map. ."

"And this, this is Qiyuan City, the problem faced by the Ronnie family, who are from the Northland, in the past 600 years."

"Sounds very tricky," the prince whispered, "Presumably, your father often has a headache for him to treat the people of your doubts about the ‘Western Tao’s bitter people’?"

Ian smiled slightly: "It's just like Longxiao City, isn't it."

Thyls was silent.

But he has heard something.

Little Ronnie raised his head again, and the volume was raised to a normal level, so that everyone could hear: "It's pitiful, for more than six hundred years, we have taken care of ourselves."

Ian turned his head and smiled softly:

"Therefore, twenty years ago, the living king did not hesitate to order the king to help the West..."

"This kindness and this affection, the Ronnie family will be remembered forever..."

"So, loyal alliances can be formed." Ronnie blinked slightly: "So, as subjects, we are willing to follow such a king until his life ends."

Thyls raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

The prince thought about the other party's intentions.

Your Excellency, the Viscount of Wind City, seems to be frivolous and good, and he doesn't know what to say...

But...

From just now to now, under the literal...

What he wants to convey is...

Thyls raised his head and lowered his voice: "Why are you sending a message to invite me to come, Lord Viscount Fengcheng?"

"I'm just a foreign prince."

Ian lowered his head and showed a mysterious smile:

"As I said, in order to propose to the Grand Duke, I need a reliable witness."

Tyles' expression remained the same, but he glanced at the people around him and walked a little faster on purpose.

He frowned slightly: "How do you know that I am reliable?"

Ian sneered from his nose.

"Because if it's not reliable," Ian chuckled, "You won't come."

Thyls was speechless for a while.

A few seconds later, the prince said: "What if your estimate is wrong? What if you find the wrong person?"

"I may be wrong," Ian maintained a mysterious smile: "But the black sand collar must not be wrong."

Thyls fell silent.

"Proposing to the Grand Duke, are you serious?"

Little Ronnie shrugged: "Of course."

"Otherwise, if the grandfather marries someone else, what can we do?"

Thyls frowned: "We?"

Ian snorted slightly, looked at him deeply, stretched the tone, and softly repeated the two words: "We."

Thyls pondered for a moment.

Ian let go of his shoulders and looked around with interest.

"I see," Thales groaned for a while, then whispered: "I'll see you later, are there any important things that take time?"

"Let’s think about it," Ronnie scratched his forehead: "In addition to the hypocritical greetings, there are also handwritten letters written by my father in the style of ancient knights, as well as crying begging Longxiao City University. We sent troops compassionately to rescue us, and finally gritted our teeth to recount the king’s guilt and invited Longxiao City to join the righteous side..."

"It's gone."

Tyles nodded, and resisted a series of words to him: "Then end it quickly."

"Tonight, I will invite the grandfather and you to the dining room for a small gathering to discuss the really important things."

"Only the three of us may have to add the Regency of Lisban, if he persists as always."

At that moment, Ian's eyes lit up.

"Extremely looking forward to it," Ronnie raised his lips: "I promise it will be over as soon as possible."

The next second, they finally came to the door of the Hall of Heroes.

All the members of the mission stopped tacitly, adjusted their clothes, and then looked at Ian sternly.

The look in their eyes made Thales quite uncomfortable.

Ian had to breathe out and flicked the emblem of the Knight's Code on his shoulder.

"Are you ready?" Nicolai narrowed his eyes and observed the crowd.

After that, he waved his hand.

Amid the heavy rumbling, the two guards pushed open the door steadily.

The row of guards of the Duke inside and the Duke's throne at the end of the hall are exposed.

Including the ferocious soul-slaughtering gun behind the throne.

Everyone in the hall turned their eyes together, looked at the entrance of the hall, and looked at the visitors of Qiyuan City.

Ian squinted his eyes and looked at the ancient hall representing Longxiao City.

Under the shining of sunlight and lights, the relief of the dragon spear in the cloud at the top of the hall is very conspicuous, making the hall of heroes, which has always been dark and heavy, more majestic and stable.

"Relax," Thales beat his shoulder and hummed, "You are much luckier than when I first came."

The prince looked at the Hall of Heroes, remembering his unlucky first visit, and couldn't help but bow his head and sigh.

"Really?" Ian snorted, stepped forward, and walked into the hall.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of footsteps sounded.

"Guests from Qiyuan City..." the herald spoke.

But the next moment, he was immediately interrupted by a louder voice.

"Dear Grand Duke Selma Walton!"

Ian walked steadily on the rocky ground, while overwhelming the voice of the herald, he shouted: "My dear Ian Ronnie."

"On behalf of my father, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to you, Duke Yuancheng, Couricun Ronnie!"

What?

Everyone in the hall looked up in surprise and looked at His Excellency Ian Ronnie, who was walking slowly and didn't regard himself as an outsider.

Thyls sighed. He thought of Croash he had met before, and wondered how there are so many weird people recently.

And you all like to report your home?

The prince was one step behind subconsciously, and distanced himself from Ian.

Under the strange gaze of the Grand Duke’s guards on both sides, the Earl of Lisbane, the Viscount of Reston, and other Dragon City nobles, and even Ned Monty, who also came from Qiyuan City, Ian Ronnie kept walking. , Looked at the female grandfather high on the throne with interest, and looked at her appearance: "I’m here for the first time in Longxiao City, forgive me for being excited!"

On the seat, Selma, who was waiting, seemed a little restrained. She pressed her lips and her face was tight.

Thyls clenched his fists unconsciously.

The grand duke took a deep breath and nodded to the Earl of Lisbane next to her seat, then cleared her throat and said: "Thank you for the care of Qiyuan City..."

But once again, Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City exceeded everyone's expectations.

Under the surprised gaze of the audience, Ian Ronnie laughed and interrupted Selma's words without hesitation:

"On behalf of Qiyuan City, I sincerely request Longxiao City to send troops decisively and join our war against the Freedom League to protect the reputation of your grandfather and father... Also, we really hate that person who doesn’t follow the rules. Raising the king, I believe everyone is the same." Your Excellency Ronnie raised his hands, his mouth kept on, and his words leaned down like a torrent of river:

"So I also sincerely invite you, Grand Duchess Selma Walton, to sign the joint notice that will be plastered all over the country and condemn the king's atrocities..."

Speaking without stopping, Ian, with a calm face, did not forget to take out a squeezed and slightly deformed letter from his arms, blew the lacquer that was obviously damaged on it, and handed it to staring at it puzzledly. His meteorite.

"...All the details are written in my father's letter, but I sincerely suggest that you remove all the adjectives in it and read it again. It will be much smoother."

Ian let out a sigh of relief, seeming to be happy for such a long string of words.

A few seconds later, he showed a bright smile: "Then I guess, our interview is over?"

The voice fell.

The whole hall of heroes is silent, silent.

Several seconds.

End?

What do you mean?

No one seemed to react, Thales also looked at Ian in the field dumbfounded.

Soon, in the Qiyuan city mission behind Ian, sighs came and went one after another.

Thyls also heard the voice of the old nobleman in Qiyuan City oppressing him, "I knew it would be like this" in a huff.

Selma reacted from the shock.

She seemed to be at a loss. She looked at Lisban, whose brows were getting tighter, and looked at Thales, who was holding her forehead: "Uh, I think..."

"Just now!"

Ian raised his index finger and once again grabbed the right to speak in the hall. His happy tone made everyone in the audience dumbfounded again:

"Prince Thales from the stars, invited me to enjoy the star food he brought tonight. To be honest, I can't wait now so we might as well stop here?"

Now, everyone's gazes turned round, staring at Thales.

Under the gaze of the audience, the star prince scratched his forehead in pain.

He can only twitch his face and show an ugly and embarrassing smile.

Ian Ronnie.

This guy...

[I promise, it will end as soon as possible. 】

This guy...

Ian still kept a smile on his face and bowed deeply: "Thank you again for your warm hospitality! Dear Ms. Selma!"

After speaking, he turned around without hesitation.

I walked out of the hero hall~IndoMTL.com~ on the way, I didn't forget to give Thales a thumbs up, showing his neat white teeth.

Boom, boom, boom.

Like when he came, Ian's footsteps faded away.

Until you can no longer smell.

The nobles and guards in the city who were all dressed up in the hall and looked around in shock.

There was a clear cough in the silence of the audience who did not know how to react.

"This is really..." The Regent's expression on Lisbane's face became terrible. He said vaguely, "It's surprising."

"That..."

"You know," Ned Monty, the "death crow" who had met Thales before, stood next to his head, seemingly embarrassed, spread his hands, and hey to the audience Smiled:

"That's why the Grand Duke wants to send me as the forerunner of the mission."

The meteorite took the letter from Iansai to him and looked at Monty with an ugly face.

That's it.

Monty, you told me to "enter" Lord Ian. That was what you meant.

"Also, let me introduce by the way..."

"You just saw Ian Ronnie, son of the Grand Duke and Viscount of Windy City," Monty laughed as if to understand, and pointed to the direction Ian was leaving: "The nobles gave He has a nickname..."

Monty shook his head and seemed to want to laugh a little:

"Ian the ‘Bad’."

The hall was quiet again, so quiet that Thales wanted to sneak away.

In the awkward atmosphere, a call sounded abruptly:

"Um, sorry, excuse me."

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Beside the gate, Ian Ronnie's face appeared again.

I saw him still smiling, facing the wonderful expressions of the people in the hall:

"Excuse me, where is my room arranged?"