Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 49: Isn’t it funny?

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The girl is obviously anxious. . lwxiaoshuo.

Selma is breathing faster and faster, she shook her head subconsciously: "But, count, no..."

But her hesitation lasted only a few seconds, and the grandfather raised her head again, firming her tone.

"Earl Nazaire, you don't understand," she said a little incoherently, but the hard-line attitude made Lisbane frowned: "Back then, without the help of Prince Thales, there would be no me and no Long Xiao Today in the city!"

Thyls was shocked!

After saying this, the whole hall seemed to instantly become cold.

Earl Lisbane sighed heavily, while Nazaire's expression was extremely ugly.

The other earls are not too much.

More and more Northlanders turned to Thales again.

It's just that the eyes that gathered on him are getting worse and worse.

"Stupid girl," Ian held his forehead in annoyance, stabbed Thales, and whispered: "Yes, maybe she can protect you from war by doing this..."

"However, if you want to sacrifice your prestige and power for this, you lose the support of the entire Longxiao City..."

"Then what is the significance of what we have done today?"

Thyls didn't answer, he just drove all the extra emotions out of his brain and quietly looked at the grandpa who refused to give in.

"Ms. Selma Walton, you said..."

The old Earl Nazaire called her full name and narrowed his eyes: "Without him, there would be no where we are today?"

Nazer repeated Selma's words softly.

Selma took a deep breath, her face pale: "Yes, you may not know, but Charles knows very well..."

But the next moment, Count Nazaire opened his eyes wide and suddenly raised his voice:

"Indeed!"

The loud voice shook the hall, and the old earl got up from his seat!

The vassals were all moved.

Selma was stunned by the sudden explosion of the earl.

I saw Nazer's expression tense and harsh words, which made people forget his age: "Do you think we don't know?"

"Six years ago, from the conspiracy of Grand Duke Pefit, to the disaster entering the city, to the death of King Nunn and the coronation of King Chaman..."

"Yes, I know what role those despicable stars played in that tragedy!"

There was another discussion in the Hall of Heroes.

Selma looked at each other blankly: "Earl Nazaire..."

Count Nazaire looked at Selma coldly, and then at Thales: "Ms. Kashan explained clearly: The prince of the stars came with the game that caused the city of Longxiao to collapse. Disaster! We are so desolate today!"

Risban was about to say something to ease her cheeks, and she was startled when she heard this.

"Kashan..." The regent sighed: "It seems that you don't despise the hand stretched out by the black sand collar as you said."

"Old man."

Nazer snorted coldly.

The old earl cast a stern look that didn't match his age, chilling the hearts of those who touched him.

"For six years, the disaster brought by this ominous prince has never ceased," Nazaire paced slowly, and said to the slightly flustered female justice:

"As a so-called hostage, he must not move lightly, use it, or hurt him. He is still in the Palace of Valor, eating and living with you!"

Selma was speechless.

"But those are not important anymore-I don't care if the prince will be chopped into pieces."

"Because the most unbearable thing for me is not those ugly rumors, or the prince's misdeeds in Longxiao City," Nazaire looked at the Grand Duke sharply, then at Thales, his expression extremely serious:

"It's what I saw today: You, the majestic Grand Duke of Longxiao City, let him influence your decision so easily and get him involved in the internal affairs of Longxiao City so deeply?"

In the hall, the rustling voices of the vassals sounded again.

Many people's gazes are once again on Thales.

The prince just lowered his head slightly, ignoring the whispering complaint of Ian beside him.

"It makes me very uncomfortable. Even the monopoly of Lisban didn't make me so angry."

Risban looked at his old friend with a stark expression.

"I hate to say that, but..." Nazaire gritted his teeth, and there was an expression of resentment that he didn't have before: "Dragon City has had enough."

"Whether it was the disaster of the year or the current predicament."

"Whether it is a black sand collar or a star person."

"Whether it is by your side or on the battlefield of the Freedom League."

Selma stared at him blankly, not knowing how to answer.

A sound of approval sounded in the hall, and a pair of eyes projected, full of hostility to Thales.

Kurtson and Count Linner looked at each other, Hirst and Count Kierkegel bowed their heads and said nothing, while the Regent of Lisbane frowned.

After a long silence, Nazaire coughed heavily.

"Sorry, I overstepped."

Nazer's voice lowered, as if he had regained the look of the old earl.

"But if you are still so naive," he shook his head, looking sad: "Especially when the stars intervene in it, please forgive me to reconsider the decision to send troops-maybe Longxiao City should also leave these things Farther, even if it hurts your reputation."

"Please understand: We came in response to the call, not to satisfy a child's willfulness to protect childhood playmates."

These words of mercilessness caused the whole hall to enter the cold winter in an instant.

Earl Lisbane clenched his fist tightly and looked at the Grand Duke hesitantly.

Earl Hurst stopped talking, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Earl Linner and Kirtson exchanged glances, meaning it was unclear.

The breathing of the vassals slowly became disordered.

"Please make a decision--a decision that a wise grand prince should have." Nazer said lightly, sitting down again.

No one speaks.

Everyone is waiting for the girl sitting at the highest point of the Heroes' Hall, perhaps the highest point of Longxiao City.

Selma shivered slightly, looking at Nazaire in disbelief.

No.

She was struggling inside, and her eyes slowly turned red.

"Innocent? Willful?" she muttered:

"Protect childhood playmates?"

She raised her arms, seeming to want to grab something, but in the end she couldn't help but rest on the seat.

The girl looked sadly at Thales.

But Thales did not respond to her.

A few seconds later, she turned her gaze back to Nazaire, looking at the countenance's sad and unhappy face.

"What decision a wise grand prince should have?"

She slowly became angry.

"Simply speaking, Count Nazaire," the girl's breathing gradually accelerated: "You are not there, Nazaire."

Earl Nazaire has doubts on his face.

Selma took a deep breath.

"Six years ago, when the disaster happened."

"You are not there."

She is quite difficult and authentic.

Earl Nazaire frowned as he listened to the grandfather.

Beside the prince, the Lord Viscount of Qiyuan City pulled his sleeves angrily: "Did you see her expression?"

"I don't think it is very good."

Thyls nodded blankly.

He suddenly felt that Selma was about to say something.

An inexplicable emotion broke through the blockade of the crime of the prison river and surged into my heart.

"Madam," Count Nazaire sighed, "You are now..."

"King Nunn!"

Selma raised her head and interrupted him loudly: "When King Nunn died unfortunately."

This name made many vassals feel tight.

Many people thought of that majesty and bowed their heads.

"The disaster of blood, when the shield area..."

"When the Queen of the Sky comes."

"At those times, you were not there."

Selma curled her mouth slowly with a sad expression.

More than that.

Also, when King Nunn took Alex...

When he put the ring on my hand

When I was captured by that monster.

When Rumba showed up and surrounded us.

The vassals looked at the girl's appearance, and their doubts and incomprehension slowly climbed into their hearts.

"Madam?"

Risban coughed and reminded softly: "Maybe you should think twice..."

But Selma ignored what he was talking about.

How do you know.

How can you know?

"So, you don't know."

The girl gritted her teeth fiercely: "At that time, at that time..."

The one who was really by my side at that time...

"It was him who saved my life."

Gave me a different life.

At this time, Thales, who was at the center of the storm, slowly curled his mouth.

The words of the girl and Nazaire reminded him of the past.

Those... things he will never forget.

He sighed slightly as he watched the grandfather struggle and hesitated from a distance.

Selma held up her chest, leaning on the arm of the chair, the anger in her eyes slowly turned into relief.

The expression on the face has also become indifferent from the initial irritation.

"Nazer," she said faintly: "Do you think that Longxiao City lacks a real grand prince?"

Nazer's eyes narrowed, subconsciously feeling wrong.

"Do you think we should not send troops against a female grandfather?"

Risban's breathing is getting faster and faster, and he looks at the Grand Duke in surprise.

Selma let out a sigh of relief and said coldly: "Okay, I can do what you said..."

"In the vassal family, choose a husband-in-law, give birth to an heir, even if you marry tomorrow, no problem-if this can be exchanged for your expedition, in exchange for your cooperation."

"Then I will do it."

The grandpa gave a sad smile, and she was relieved, as if she had just let go of a burden.

The counts were moved, and the count of Brisbane was even more disgusted!

What?

As if boiling water was poured into the hall, the officials suddenly exclaimed!

"What the hell?" Ian didn't seem to react, he pulled Thales in a daze: "She, she..."

However, in the astonishment and shock, Thales still looked flat.

He just looked at the girl silently.

That little slippery head.

As if nothing happened.

"But Thales, he is my friend in common trouble."

The cold and arrogant voice of Selma is like a beacon in the night, ignoring all interference, and spreading it unmistakably in the noisy sound:

"As long as he is in Longxiao City, he won't be hurt!"

"I will not treat him as a sacrificial **** and send it to the front because of my fear of the stars."

She glanced at Kirtson and Count Linner warningly, and the two counts looked away unnaturally.

The Dead Crow Monti, who was watching, had a serious face, but there were some other colors in the eyes of the grand duke.

"This is my promise, but also the kindness I owe him." Selma glanced at Thales, with unspeakable emotion hidden in her eyes:

"A kindness worthy of a lifetime."

The discussion among the ministers grew louder and louder, and the counts' faces turned green with the subway, and Earl Hurst turned his head even more angrily.

Thyls looked back at her silently.

A second later, the prince showed a faint smile.

Like the smile of the year.

Ignoring Nicolai's glaring on the side of the Grand Prince.

Selma seemed to be encouraged, and her expression came alive.

The grandpa proudly raised her head and looked at the entire hall:

"Everyone, how about this transaction?"

Count Nazaire looked at her blankly, seeming to be shocked by the girl's determination, and was speechless for a while.

"Madam!"

The Earl of Lisbane who couldn't bear it screamed: "Enough willful!"

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Selma turned her head slowly and looked at the regent who had been with her for more than six years.

"She is losing this game, she is losing the bargaining chip of being a female grandfather," off the field, Ian looked at His Royal Highness with a complicated expression, and his voice was not without complaint: "Let's take care of her. In vain."

"Just to protect you?"

I really don't understand.

Ian snorted coldly.

Thyls shook slightly and turned his head slowly.

"No."

Thyls made a cold voice, interrupting Ian: "She didn't lose."

Faced with Ian's puzzled eyes, Thales took a deep breath, pulled his neckline, and brushed the nine-pointed star sign.

Can't lose either.

At the same time, everyone was either shocked or angrily waiting for the Grand Duke's response.

The important decision that may determine the politics of Longxiao City in the future.

The girl's hands trembled more and more severely, but her eyes became more and more determined.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about, Charles, thank you."

Selma said coldly: "But I am from the North, and the North is never ungrateful."

"Even if this is at the cost of my life."

At that moment, all Northlanders stared at their Fengjun, but everyone looked solemn.

In the corner, Thales pressed his hand against his belly pocket.

There is a pair of old black-rimmed glasses hidden there.

The prince looked at the dragon spear in the cloud at the top of the hall, with a firm face.

"At least, with me, she won't lose." He said lightly to Ian beside him.

Ian was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

Ian figured out something, he became nervous: "Tyles, what are you going to do?"

Tyles gently cocked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Like what I said," Thales seemed to be a little emotional, and he chuckled softly: "The second hand."

In the field, the grandfather looked at Count Nazaire coldly, and opened her mouth gently: "Rather than sitting in this position with guilt in the future, remembering today..."

However, just before Selma finished speaking--

"Hahahahaha!"

A loud laugh without concealing the volume sounded out of thin air in the Hall of Heroes.

Interrupted the emotional words of the grandpa.

Also broke the solemn atmosphere.

Selma, who was waiting to speak, was stunned.

"Hahahahaha—"

The laughter continued.

There were also many vassals who were shocked at the same time: Lisban frowned, Nazaire turned his head in surprise, and more aristocrats turned their eyes unhappily, looking for the fool who had no respect and did not look at the occasion.

"Hahahahaha—"

The laughter echoed back and forth unscrupulously.

It seems that something really funny has happened.

Selma frowned with the other vassals and looked in the direction of the laughter.

The Grand Duke was startled.

The others, including Ian, were equally stunned.

They looked at the man who kept laughing in disbelief.

Everyone in Longxiao City didn't react, letting the laughter persist for a while.

The laughter continued.

"Hahahahaha—"

Until the captain of the Grand Duke’s guard responsible for maintaining order, Nicolai the Meteor shouted angrily:

"Shut up!"

The roar of the meteorite overwhelmed the laughter and echoed in the hall.

Finally, the second prince of the Star Kingdom, His Royal Highness Thales Canxing, who was smiling happily and leaning forward, stopped laughing.

He slowly retracted his raised head.

Tyles straightened up from the back of his chair comfortably and leisurely regardless of the angry gaze of others.

It seems this is just an outing.

In the eyes of the Northlanders in the hall, the young man was squinting, with the most disdainful expression, his eyebrows were coldly staring, and he scanned everyone staring at him.

"Little Prince," the meteorite said angrily: "Shut up, or I will ask you to'please' out now!"

"Save it, Meteor, haven't you seen it yet," Thales snorted, and took a look at Ian who wanted to hold him. "In this hall, your roar is the same as that of the Grand Duke. The same prestige: Is it useful for farts."

Nicolai was suffocated, and then he showed an angry expression.

Thyls seemed to be amused by himself. He slowly stood up and laughed again: "Hahahaha..."

Although his shoulders couldn't help shaking, there was no smile in his eyes, even cold.

Selma stared at Thales, who was behaving abnormally, not knowing why.

None of the people in the north seemed to appreciate the prince’s sense of humor.

They looked at the presumptuous prince tacitly, with ill-will in their eyes, the clucking of their fists and gnashing teeth ~ IndoMTL.com~ We are discussing how to save - or take your life. "

"And you think this is funny, right?"

Earl Kirtson looked sideways and stared at Thales coldly: "Imperial?"

Hearing this, Thales did not stop the laughter, but laughed louder: "Hahahahaha—"

In the prince’s laughter, the expressions of the people in the north became increasingly ugly.

"Have you heard that story?"

Thyls, who couldn't laugh straight up, waved his hand, and finally came out a smooth sentence:

"A fisherman and a woodcutter were sitting under a tree for lunch...The family was poor, and they had never tasted beef, so..."

"So they thought of a way...imagine the black bread on their hands as beef...hahaha..."

Tyles smiled so that his face was distorted. He clutched his stomach and said while laughing: "Then...then they are discussing: Hey, look at this piece of beef in my hand, I should bite it sideways. , Or bite vertically..."

His words echoed all over the hall with laughter, and also attracted more and more uncontrollable anger from the Northlanders.

"Hahahaha..."

Earl Lisbane and Earl Nazaire looked at each other suspiciously, and tacitly confirmed that this was not the other's means.

Selma stared at Thales as he got out of his seat, speechless.

Earl Kirtson couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and glared at Thales:

"What the **** are you talking about?"

Tyles stopped his laughter, exhaled, and shook his head: "Don't understand?"

The prince walked to the center of the hall and looked around the vassals contemptuously under everyone's eyes: "Looking at a group of self-righteous guys, talking self-righteously about fantasy that they can't do."

"Isn't it funny?"