Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 39: Grabbing the hate of sister

Stepping into the Hall of Heroes, Thales saw at a glance the big fireplace with which he was indissoluble, and the dark and ferocious spear on the gun rack above.

In the lobby, many Longxiao City vassals who are qualified to participate in the political hearing have arrived.

Thyls frowned as he watched the scene in the Hall of Heroes.

The layout of the hall has changed: in addition to the grand duke’s seat in front of the fireplace, many seats have been placed on both sides of the oval stone hall, facing the grand duke, facing each other, except for the middle area.

But even on such a solemn occasion, the people in the North still showed their ruggedness.

Obviously some nobles were not satisfied with the position of the seat. After sitting down, they deliberately adjusted it, or one or two steps, as if they had to compete with the well-arranged seats. From a distance, they were originally three-sided pockets. After the vassals arrived, the meeting site gradually appeared chaotic and scattered. In addition to the hustle and noise of the Northland nobles meeting acquaintances or meeting for the first time, the whole hall seemed a little messy.

Reminds the prince of the former Exeter Banquet.

But Thales noticed that the Grand Duke lowered his head to the left and right, but the last six seats remained motionless. Even though the many vassals behind them were moving their seats, no one dared to cross or even touch those six seats. .

Looking at the six seats, Thales, who had been expecting it, knew it well.

The arrival of Thales seemed to have shocked many people, and the noise was much smaller: many Northland nobles turned their heads and looked at the strange king who hadn't appeared frequently in six years, showing all kinds of eyes.

The prince lowered his head and deliberately avoided eye contact with these people. Under the leadership of Lord Justin, he came to an extremely remote seat away from the dense northern nobles. Rolf stood against the wall behind him.

"Listen, keep a low profile like this," Lord Justin said coldly: "If there is anything, I have told people around me, they know what to do..."

But the Lord's words stopped.

With the noise of a seat mopping the floor, a young man unceremoniously moved the seat to Thales' side and sat down heavily.

Thyls was also startled.

"I have never liked meetings of the northerners-every one is like gorillas quarreling," a familiar voice came from his side, chattering, vividly: "You know, the male gorilla in estrus beats My chest, roaring at the rival..."

At the stunned pass of Thales, Lord Justin's face became ugly:

"Your Excellency, Viscount Ian Ronnie."

"As an agent of Qiyuan City, your seat does not seem to be here?"

Beside Thales, Ian, who was learning the gorilla to beat his chest, closed his mouth opened into an o-shape, retracted his hands, and nodded indifferently: "I know, my seat is there..."

Following his fingers, Thales turned to the other side of the hall: "Death Raven" Ned Monty, who had seen him a few days ago, sat boldly on the seat of the Qiyuan city mission, haha laughing out loud.

Behind him, a group of nobles of the Qiyuan City Mission stared here with sullen expressions, staring far away at their theoretical leader-Ian Ronnie.

"I promised to introduce him to a few beautiful widows in the Windy City, so that Monty agreed to help me hold the old guys," Ian sighed: "But I I didn’t tell him that in Fengcheng, Xitao’s aesthetic standards are actually different from ours."

Tyles also sighed, he no longer wanted to complain about the heir of Qiyuan City who was not in a proper shape.

With the seat of the star prince and the people of Qiyuan City, the hall's peculiar noisy renewed.

Until there was a loud shout that shook the audience.

Thyls recognized this voice, it was the cry of the herald.

As he shouted, several aristocrats with different sizes at a glance seemed to have made appointments. In just a few minutes, they stepped forward quickly or slowly, sooner or later. Up the hall.

"Earl of Felenburg, Solon Kirtson!" In the voice of the herald, the first man who walked in was about fifty years old. He was actually dressed in uniform, and his eyes were sharp. The light made Thales frowned.

"The Stone Tombs and the Earl of Hardingshire, Holt Nagel!" This is an old noble, slowly moving forward with the help of his attendant, but the nobles beside him are all subconsciously To avoid the road.

"Wild Woodland Earl, Stone Linner!" Earl Linner seemed to be not much younger than Kirtson. He was rigorously dressed, his expression was serious, and his eyes were not squinted, as if he was going to the battlefield at any time.

"Earl of Hunting County and Origami County, Kahn Kerkerkol!" The middle-aged guest was of medium stature, his face was flat, and his pace was slow. He came alone without attendant, seemingly indifferent Moved by foreign objects, but the most eye-catching thing is his left sleeve-it is empty: this is a one-armed earl.

"Earl of Branding Iron County, Brooking Hurst!" This visitor is the youngest, in his thirties, with a golden beard, a smile, and his angular features. deep impression.

Five men walked into the hall one after another, and under the gaze of the nobles in the hall, they walked to the forefront of the stone hall and took their seats in the five positions closest to the Grand Duke without hesitation.

The discussion and clamor in the hall suddenly became smaller.

"They, plus Prime Minister Lisbane," Ian whispered in Thales' ear: "They were the six most trusted and important earls of King Nunn during his lifetime. It is said that each of these six families Their strength is comparable to that of a country, and the number of fighters they can pull out without hesitation is more than 20,000, almost twice that of the Walton family."

"They all seem to be experienced rulers." Thales said softly.

"King Nunn does not allow his subordinates to have corpse seat vegetarian meals or people with low ability, so what you see is that he has worked under him for decades, spreading Dragon City and even Eke for him. Stewell’s famous person—unlike our Qiyuan City, forget it—all in all," Ian shook his head: "This is also one of King Nunn’s legacy."

"It also turned Longxiao City into Exeter's strongest and most terrifying force." Thales added, observing the five earls carefully.

"That was the past, when King Nunn was still there," Ian shook his head disapprovingly: "And now? Humph."

Thyls nodded.

But he immediately heard the interaction of the five earls.

"How about your territory, Kahn," the earl of Kirtson in a uniform made a voice like iron: "After your majesty broke the neck of their predecessor, the cubs of Fengzhao City did not dare to provoke you again. Got it."

"Cut off the nonsense," the one-armed Count Kahn Kerkerkol gave no face to Kirtson, his expression remained unchanged, and his face looked like a thousand miles: "We all know why we are here. This-stop talking."

The self-deprecating Kirtson snorted and turned his head.

"The Soul Slaughter is still as sharp as before." The oldest looking Earl Nagel fixed his eyes on the Soul Slaughter gun behind the Grand Duke's seat and sighed: "But sitting under it, we are The person whose allegiance is no longer there."

The expressions of the five counts all sank.

Nagil shook his head, his eyes melancholy: "When was the last time we were together?"

"Six years ago," behind him, the solemn Earl Linner replied in a cold voice. He moved his seat heavily, as if everything around him displeased him: "First, the stars, then Disaster, then the dragon, and finally the black sand collar... When we arrived with people, only the funeral of His Majesty was left."

The five were silent for a moment.

"Hmph," Linna hadn't finished speaking, he shook his head coldly: "The inexplicable selection of kings, five outsiders plus Lisban, determines the ownership of our monarch and let the strongest dragon Xiaocheng became Exeter’s biggest laugh..."

"Linner!" The golden beard Earl Hirst interrupted him angrily, "For the sake of the sunset goddess!"

"Save your complaints!"

Thyls couldn't help being overshadowed by this.

Selma.

What kind of vassals have you faced for six years?

Earl Linner sneered dismissively, just about to speak.

"Earl Eagle County and Bleeding Land," the Herald's voice resounded again: "Dongxiao City Regent, Charles Lisban!"

Finally, Thales saw a familiar person.

Earl Lisbane was still so steady and quiet, and he stepped into the hall with an unquestionable expression.

Unlike before, the nobles all quieted down the moment the regent of Brisbane came in.

Only the five earls looked at him uncompromisingly, and earl Linner even sneered.

The Regent of Lisbane walked to the five earls with an indifferent expression: "Everyone, come here, my pleasure."

"It's not you, Charles," Count Nagel shook his head with an ugly smile: "It's not you...we are here in response to Fengjun's call."

Risban turned his head and glanced at Nagel.

"Of course." The Lord Regent whispered softly. He turned around and took a seat at the position closest to the Grand Ducal seat.

The other four didn't even look at Lisban.

It seems that he is not one of the six at all, not their companion.

Watching the interaction of the six earls, Thales frowned.

"Ian."

The prince suddenly moved a step towards Ronnie and spoke softly:

"Tell me, in this matter, Longxiao City is not your only hope."

Ian was slightly startled, who was waving away at his mission.

He turned around, his face was puzzled: "What?"

Thyls looked firm: "Tell me."

Ian frowned slightly, as if thinking of something: "You seem to have little confidence in us?"

Thyls shook his head, without seeing any emotions: "Just tell me."

Ian squinted his eyes.

"Of course not," In the end, Qiyuan City's heir still hummed softly: "Dongxiao City is just one of them."

His face is slightly dark: "At this time, my sister probably has already taken a mission to Guard City."

Thyls pondered for a moment.

"Guard the city, Grand Duke Lecco."

He thought of the bald old man and the scene where he roared in this hall six years ago: "Of course, 20 years ago, they were among the reinforcements."

The prince raised his head with a worried expression on his face: "But what you can think of, Rumba can also think of-just like you came to Dragon City."

Ian blew his whistle and waved his hand indifferently: "My sister can do something, God knows how she will use those big pairs to lure the old bald man into the army, or use her mouth-who knows which one. "

Thyls frowned.

He noticed that Ian's eyes slowly condensed in mid-air, thoughtfully.

"You don't seem to like your sister very much?"

Ian snorted slightly, seemingly disapproving.

"Don't get me wrong, we used to be very good," Ronnie looked at the dragon spear stone carving in the cloud above his head, sneered from his nose: "But now it's almost like a dead enemy."

His expression is ironic.

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "Mind if I ask why?"

Ian didn't speak, he just gave Thales a complicated look.

At this moment, louder than before, came from the door:

"The blood of Nikaru and Sara——"

The Northlanders in the lobby all turned their heads!

With the sound of numerous seats colliding, all the people in the Northland stood up.

Even the six earls are no exception.

They all sternly clenched their right fists and pressed their hearts firmly.

"The successor of the Dragonlance family--"

Ian sighed and stood up slowly.

At the urging of countless dissatisfied eyes, Thales also quickly stood up.

"The ruler of Longxiao City--"

Amidst the thunderous shouts, Thales saw a light figure in the gap through layers of shoulders, but came slowly with heavy steps.

It's her.

The girl he knew better, accompanied by Nicolai, walked past the upper and lower vassals on both sides and walked to her seat.

The only seat.

The girl has a calm face, graceful and decent posture, stepping forward.

"You ask me why," Ian's voice came slowly from his ear: "Look, this is why."

The star prince was shocked, he turned his head.

"What?"

Ian cocked his mouth, showing a mocking smile.

"Six years ago."

"The first female Grand Duke Exeter ever took the throne in Longxiao City, in this hall," Ian's eyes fell cold, he turned his head and glanced at the Soul Slaughter Gun on the fireplace. Looking at the girl slowly coming in the middle of the hall again, there was a gloomy voice in her voice: "Grand Duke."

"Since then..."

"My dearest twin sister, the woman who was conceived in my mother's womb with me."

"Not just treat me as...her dearest brother."

Thyls was stunned.

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

Through the layers of people, the steps of the girl archduke continued.

She endured the unbridled gaze of countless men, passed by countless men discussing openly or secretly, walked past the rough and long-standing floor tiles of the Palace of Valor, and walked in for hundreds of years. Only male nobles were allowed to enter. The forum.

Step by step, walk towards your seat.

For a moment, Thales wished he had neither dexterous hearing nor clear vision.

Because he saw that the men in the hall, whether old or young, no matter how high or low, were from front to back, from top to bottom, unscrupulously looked at the grandfather's posture and watched her face.

He also heard them chuckling, jokingly, and obscenely commenting on the figure, face, and even her...

An inexplicable anger surged into his heart, making Thales clenched his fists unconsciously.

The more you pinch the tighter.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

Her footsteps slammed on the geostrophic hall of the Valorian Palace for hundreds of years, making a crisp sound.

The floor tiles of the Palace of Valor are still strong, as in the past, indestructible.

But the girl is still moving forward.

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

Her boots continued to hit the floor tiles, even if the floor tiles were never broken or shaken by it, she never stopped, never stopped.

Never retreat.

"You know, from then on, my sister’s eyes," Ian’s voice continued, and the heirs of Qiyuan City’s eyes flashed dangerously: "Those beautiful eyes are no longer Look at the makeup and clothing, look at the dowry and money, look at the young handsome men who may become her trust and destination in the future, look at the things that women should care about and care about."

"I looked at my father."

"Look at me."

Thyls didn't speak.

The girl's body is light and her expression is calm, but her footnotes are still heavy.

As if carrying a huge burden.

"You changed the rules, Thales," Ian's speech was not hurried, but was filled with insoluble depression: "You are with Rumba."

His eyes looked at Thales with a disturbing color: "It's you."

"You took my sister away."

The girl finally walked up the steps that belonged to the Grand Duke.

Nicolai stood on the first step. As her most important guard, he stopped here and couldn't make any further progress.

The girl only steps up the steps alone.

Step into her seat.

Lonely.

As the girl walked to the seat, the herald's deliberately extended shout came to an end: "The Grand Duke--"

"—Selma Walton!"

Under the gaze of countless people, Selma sat down slowly, unable to hide her paleness.

Everyone under the steps—the vassals belonging to Longxiao City bowed their heads~IndoMTL.com~ to extend respect to their vassals.

But Thales heard it.

With the blessing of Hell River’s Sin, he heard it clearly.

In the chest of the grandpa, vigorous pulsations were continuously spreading into his ears.

That was Selma's heartbeat.

Live and powerful.

Even the messy sound of people sitting down in the hall can't cover up.

Thyls sighed long.

"So that's it," Thales sat down in his seat and looked at Ian beside him, thoughtfully, "For the crisis of the Freedom League, you came to Longxiao City, and your sister went to guard City...If you fail..."

"No." Ian interrupted him coldly.

There is a flame in the eyes of the heirs of Qiyuan City that Thales can hardly ignore: "I will not fail."

"She will only fail."

"It can only be her."

Thyls turned his head and looked at Ian.

"You just said," the second prince nodded slowly, his words were profound: "I took your sister away."

Ian frowned.

Tyles sighed and slowly clenched his fists: "That's right."

"I took it," Thales took a deep breath and looked at the throne. The female grandfather who looked at the audience with composure calmly: "It's really your sister."

Thyls smiled.

He turned to look at the grandma who was about to speak, leaving Ian with a suspicious look.

Just now, when Selma walked slowly into his seat, when Ian told the story with hatred, Thales suddenly woke up:

It turns out that six years ago, he still had a rumba.

What they did in this hall.

It's not just a compromise.

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