Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 37: The person who wrote the legend (part 2)

The dining room fell silent again. Come if you like to play and watch. lwxiaoshuo.

Until the girl broke it.

"So, you deliberately provoke Longxiao City this afternoon so that everyone can see your rudeness," Selma frowned: "Are you preparing for this step?"

Ian blinked happily.

The grandpa thought: "Proposal, does this work?"

"I still said that, in case you marry someone else," Ian glanced at Thales intentionally or unintentionally and patted him on the shoulder: "What about'we' then?"

Thyls felt that Selma's eyes glanced over him from time to time.

That kind of look is the helpless look that the little girl once cast at him in the library, in the hero hall, in the shield area, in the cell, and in front of the five princes.

Thyls is a bit reassuringly familiar, but also a bit embarrassingly strange.

But...

[But yes, Thales Canxing, what am I to you? 】

He can only continue to maintain his serious face without responding.

After the Grand Duke, Ian also turned his attention to Thales.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

It seems a century has passed.

Selma still stared at Thales closely.

"What's the matter with you?" Ian, who finally couldn't stand the atmosphere, put on an inexplicable expression, raised his hands and shook: "Or...should I leave?"

Under the pressure of the two, the prince finally let go of his face.

He pulled out a faint smile and nodded slightly to the Grand Duke.

"You will face this storm sooner or later," Thales whispered: "You are the Grand Duke."

"It must be you, it is your own decision."

"Be the person you want to be."

Selma paused slightly.

After hearing the prince's words, she dropped her head and fell into thought.

Ian frowned on one side, his eyes rolling back and forth between the two of them.

A few seconds later, Selma raised her head.

She looked at Ian, as if she had made up her mind, her tone decisive:

"What do you need?"

At that moment, Thales let out a sigh of relief, as if the floodgate was opened.

Ian gave a satisfied smile.

"We need one of your vassals-I mean the powerful vassals with fiefdoms, strength, and ambitions, to attend the occasion."

Ian muttered: "The sooner the better, lest they have a chance to arrange, and they can't give the black sand collar time to fight back."

"We will be there, cut your ropes and break your shackles."

"You too."

Selma just groaned for a few seconds before speaking quickly.

"There is still half a month until the political hearing day," her reply was simple and neat: "But I will go to discuss with the Shire, and I should be able to mention it in a few days. Generally, the earls send officials to attend. But I can send out a letter inviting them to discuss the dispatch of troops."

This is the first time Thales has seen Selma's vigorous side.

It surprised him.

"So," Ian had a strange color in his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly: "We have reached an agreement?"

"Madam...oh no, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City?"

Selma looked at him and nodded slowly: "Of course, Lord Viscount of Qiyuan City."

Tyles curled the corners of his mouth, only to feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It's like he lost something.

"Very good." Ian put away his expression and stood up slowly.

At that moment, Thales had an illusion: The temperament of the Viscount Master began to slowly change.

I saw Ian raised his right hand, stretched it across the table, and pointed it into a palm.

"Ian Ronnie," at this moment, his expression was neither redundant laughing nor deliberately serious, but simply indifferent: "For our alliance."

Thyls looked at him silently.

Looking at this indifferent Ian.

Maybe.

This is the real him.

The real Ian Ronnie.

The grandpa took a deep breath, stood up with a stiff face, and stretched out her palm to Ian.

"Selma Walton," the girl said coldly: "For our goal."

But when her palm was about to touch Ian, she paused and stopped in the air.

Ian was startled slightly.

Selma turned her head slowly and looked at the only person left in the field.

That strange king with a complicated expression.

Ian reacted, he suddenly smiled and looked at Thales too.

Now it's Thales' turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Me too?" he asked in amazement.

"You are a witness of this covenant, Thales, don't underestimate yourself," Ian said with a chuckle, "Or you want to be an outsider who is indifferent after listening to the conspiracy?"

Selma looked at the prince blankly, although her eyes were complicated, she didn't leave for a moment.

Tyles sighed and stood up helplessly.

"Tyles Canstar," the prince stretched out his right hand and subconsciously closed the palm of the opposite Selma in accordance with the action of the five grand princes who swore as an alliance in his memory: "For..."

He pondered a little, then said coldly: "For our common enemy."

Ian looked at the clasped palms and raised half of his eyebrows.

He sighed and shrugged, closing the back of Thales' hand from the outside.

The three palms were clenched together and shook vigorously in the air.

The agreement is reached.

"And you have to attend, Thales, that kind of occasion can't only be us and Longxiao City, but there must be enough outsiders to witness and put them under considerable pressure," Ian let go, and he moved to the south. He gestured for a moment: "But it is obviously a bad idea to invite Black Sand collar."

Thyls frowned: "Is there anything else needed?"

"No, the faster, the shorter, the more concise," Ian pursed his lips, seeming a little nervous: "Our winning rate is greater."

But after a few seconds, the serious Ian showed his true colors and replied with a smile:

"Of course, or our star prince can also write a letter, let the Star Kingdom lead troops from the Western Desolation, cross the desert, and force the League of Freedom from the south?"

"We are attacking from the east and the south," Ian laughed and picked up a piece of cheese, which eased the atmosphere a lot: "It doesn't even take two months for the war to end."

Thyls rolled his eyes.

Yes, and I’m in trouble at Exeter—guess, will Rumba publicly order the execution or invite the assassin?

"I think, compared to the stars," the prince said angrily: "You should ask the orcs in the desert for help. This is more realistic."

Ian grumbled and started fighting Cheese.

It was Selma's face sinking: "How many opportunities do we have?"

Ian shook his head and said vaguely: "Let's see how far we can play."

He didn't even look here, his eyes focused on the food in his hand, his cheeks moved back and forth from chewing, but the words he said made people startled: "As I said-we are writing My own legend."

"It's a pleasure to talk to you, madam, my lord."

Ian swallowed the last bite of cheese, turned around without hesitation, and walked out of the dining room.

Leave Thales thoughtfully.

And the inexplicable Selma.

The two were relatively speechless in the dining room.

Selma sat down silently, while Thales looked at her silently.

After a long while, the girl suddenly said: "Propose, right?"

"Did you know it from the beginning, or did you react afterwards?"

Without any reminder, the atmosphere instantly becomes embarrassing.

Tyles exhaled, embarrassed: "That's just a means, Selma."

But the grand duke interrupted him immediately.

"Do you believe him?" She looked out the door, unaware of her emotions.

Thyls looked at the girl's profile and forced a smile.

"No."

"But I believe in you."

Selma's face moved slightly.

Tyles went to the window and looked out the window, the lights outside the Palace of Heroes were lit.

Six years.

Longxiao City.

What is this city to him?

The second prince closed his eyes, shut Longxiao City out of sight, and sighed:

"Promise me, Selma."

"The next political hearing day, no matter what happens, don't do stupid things."

Selma stunned: "What?"

"Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't have the slightest hesitation and hesitation."

"Just choose the road that suits you best and the most suitable for the grand duke, it's enough," Thales turned around, his face like ice, as if facing the hardest test in the world: "I'll solve it. The remaining questions."

Selma looked at him, and stopped talking.

But she closed her mouth in the end and said nothing.

Tyles barely smiled, he nodded slightly, turned around, and walked out of the dining room.

Leave the girl behind.

Tyles walked out of the corridor. He walked without squinting across the still solemn eyes of the Jinx maid, past the whispers pointed by the maids, and past the guards' unkind eyes.

As he had passed them countless times in the past six years.

Until he was called to leave the palace gate.

"In the lobby this afternoon, I noticed the way they looked at you."

Tyles frowned and turned back: Ian Ronnie stood on the corner, calling him, and giving a fake smile to a guard who didn't seem to be dealing with well.

The successor of Qiyuan City turned around, followed Thales quickly, leaving behind the guards' eyes like a knife, smiling and said: "I don't think she can protect you well-especially in these northerners Inside."

Thyls sighed slightly.

So you did deliberately, and pushed me to the stage again to be examined.

They walked past the oncoming pair of patrolling guards in the corridor—it looked like the Grand Duke’s guards—and the headed man narrowed his eyes and looked at the pair.

Ian shrugged slightly and whispered: "You know, Qiyuan City is the most remote territory in Exeter, far from the king's tentacles, and we are adjacent to the desert."

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "So?"

"So, if you are in Qiyuan City, you don’t have to worry about the king’s threat. My father welcomes you too." Ian blinked, "And, from us, you only need to cross the desert, and you don’t even have to go The Grand Duke can return to the Western Wilderness of the stars."

Thyls paused lightly and shook his head helplessly.

Yes.

But the premise is that Longxiao City and King Chaman will allow me to leave.

And you guys are really kind enough to let me go and put a piece that can be used to threaten the Star Kingdom to leave.

"If things don't go well," Ian raised his head, revealing his signature uninhibited smile again: "Please remember, the climate in Qiyuan City is much better than here."

"I cannot be thankful enough," Thales said calmly: "I will remember it in my heart."

The two walked side by side towards the gate of the palace—we could already see Wiya, Rolf, and several guards of Qiyuan City waiting at the gate.

"Ian."

"You said, you want to write your own legend," Thales asked softly, "What does that mean?"

Ian raised his head and rubbed his chin, seeming to be aroused by the question.

"What do you mean..."

He chuckled.

"The Ronnie family has not had a king for more than three hundred years, and Longxiao City just put down its monopoly on the throne."

"Qiyuan City is always ignored," Ian turned his head and smiled, looking like he was joking: "Maybe it's time to balance Exeter's power distribution, what do you think?"

Tyles' eyes narrowed.

He heard what the other party meant, and remembered the long-haired tough fighter: "Grand Duke Ronnie, intending to fight for the throne?"

Ian shook his head.

"Ha," he lowered his head, flicked the knight's code emblem on his shoulder, and hid his eyes in a corner that Thales could not see: "Of course not."

Ian raised his head, his eyes glowing incomprehensibly.

With a rhythmic tone, Ian gently bit the words: "At least not him."

Thyls stopped.

A dozen meters away from the palace gate, Huaiya bowed respectfully to him in the distance.

Ian also stopped, looking back at Thales as if leisurely.

The prince chuckled softly: "You know, you are facing Rumba, maybe the most difficult king in Exter history?"

Ian also laughed: "Yes, my father reminds me every meal-how terrible the person under the crown is."

The two looked at each other.

"But."

"Since we want to write our own legend," Ian's smile slowly disappeared: "Then we can't leave too much pen and ink for the supporting role."

Tyles raised his mouth and shook his head helplessly.

"Are you sure he is a supporting role?" The prince looked at Ian fixedly: "Charman Rumba."

Ian put on an innocent look and shrugged.

"I don't know~IndoMTL.com~ but I know, if I want to be the protagonist," the 19-year-old Viscount exclaimed: "He must be a supporting role."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Thyls looked at him with a complicated expression and nodded: "Really."

Ian pouted his lips: "Successful legends are written like this, without exception."

The second prince of the stars and the heir of Qiyuan City looked at each other for several seconds.

The expressions of both of them gradually disappeared.

"Now I begin to believe it." The second prince slowly narrowed his eyes.

Ian raised his eyebrows in a clear tone: "What do you believe?"

"Ian Ronnie, undoubtedly," Thales let out a long breath, with a slight sigh:

"You are indeed your father's son."