Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 55: Just like Charman Rumba

"This is over? So... Your Highness, have you succeeded?"

Wai Ya looked at King Chaman from a distance in disbelief: "Also, are we...really going to the Black Sand collar?"

Only this time, Rolf, who disliked each other, didn't refute it with gestures or hums. m..

The prince raised his head, barely letting out a smile.

But his business is not over yet.

"You surprised me again, Your Royal Highness."

Risban walked straight to the prince with a serious face.

Tyls let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and said: "Me too."

Risban snorted.

"You have known for a long time: the king is in Longxiao City."

The Lord Regent certainly said: "You will know when you get on the black sand led carriage."

Thyls didn't speak.

Risban stared at him sharply: "But you didn't tell us, you didn't tell Longxiao City."

"You are just waiting quietly for today."

Rispan Xiang still stood leisurely in the field, accepting all kinds of eyes, as if King Chaman, who was about to visit the hall before giving up, cast a look: "You, and him."

Thyls remained silent.

Risban sighed: "As the lady said, Longxiao City will remember everything today, Your Royal Highness."

Tyles finally spoke.

"Yes, so am I," the prince whispered, "I will be thinking about it, and I will be watching you, Lord Regent."

Risban gave him a deep look.

In the end, the earl said nothing and turned away.

He is not the only one.

The bitter Earl Kirtson didn't say anything, but gave him a warning gesture of wiping his neck when he left, with a hateful look in his eyes.

Tyles responded with a faint smile.

"You are very kind, connected with the black sand collar, and betrayed the entire Longxiao City?" This is the cold Kierkeguer: "You know, people who have the kind usually die fast."

"Congratulations, Your Highness," Count Linner said softly as he passed by: "What do you think Rumba is?"

"Bah, ungrateful, repeated perfidy," Earl Hurst chuckled disdainfully when he left: "The coward of the empire."

In the face of these eyes and words, Thales still can only smile back.

As if not caring.

But the other person’s words are very different.

"Is she worth it?"

Thyls was slightly startled.

Earl of Nazaire.

The old earl stood one step away from him and sighed: "Worth your sacrifice?"

Thyls frowned slightly.

"I don't understand you, count."

"Hmph, I'm old, but I'm not blind yet," Nazer smiled and shook his head: "Perhaps what others saw was that you and Rumba were treacherous, betraying Longxiao City, and fleeing to the black sand collar. But what I saw..."

He took a deep look at Thales with unclear meaning: "You cooperated with Qiyuan City in advance to prevent her from being forced into marriage. During the meeting, you interrupted us three times, but saved every time. The girl got out of trouble."

Tyles' complexion stiffens.

"As for your cooperation with Heisha Ling..."

"The girl," Nazelton said softly, "Is she really worth it?"

Thyls had a blue face and didn't speak.

Nazer sighed silently when he saw this. He patted Thales on the shoulder and walked away slowly.

Thyls looked at the footsteps of the old earl with mixed emotions.

Is she worth it?

Just now.

Slap!

Thyls was startled, his shoulders were already unceremoniously buckled!

"You..."

It's Ian.

"Rumba is the back hand you said, isn't it?" At this moment, the Viscount Fengcheng was looking at him with red eyes and teeth, gritted his teeth.

Tyles stared at the person in front of him blankly.

He had never seen Ian like this before, as if the little Ronnie who had chatted with him before had died.

Thyls sighed and waved back Rolf and Wya who were about to step forward.

"From start to finish, do you look like watching a good show," Ian was short of breath, his eyes resentful: "Cooperate with me on the bright side and betray me as a clown behind the scenes?"

"Is it interesting?"

Thyls was silent.

For a while, he suffocated a sentence: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

Ian seemed to be agitated by this sentence. He trembling lips and tongue: "Qiyuan City, Qiyuan City was betrayed like this...We...you...you...betrayer!"

Ian's eyes are getting more and more terrifying, and the hand holding his shoulder is getting harder.

"Do you think this is very smart? You are blessed by the king, and the grand duke is supported by vassals?"

Thyls didn't speak.

He turned his head unnaturally, not looking at Ian's eyes.

Sorry.

I have no choice.

His attitude seemed to irritate Ian, who groaned bitterly: "No, no, no!"

"You can't escape!"

"I promise you will regret it one day."

Ian gritted his teeth, his face was quite crazy, and he vowed to say: "Someday..."

"You will all pay the price," Ian turned to the steps, and the granddaughter who was motionless threatened: "Especially your little girlfriend!"

"Do you take good care of her? Very good, then I will..."

Tyles is tight!

He slammed Ian's arm off, making the latter stunned.

"Before threatening me with boring things..."

"You'd better take care of yourself first, Ian Ronnie," Thales coldly looked at Ian, who was extremely angry: "You and your sister."

Ian was startled slightly.

"You know, even if your sister got zero points in the city of guard..." Thales whispered: "It's better than someone in Longxiao City and got a negative point?"

Ian's eyes widened, his expression getting ugly: "You..."

"Yes, Ian."

"A long time ago, a terrifying ugly old witch taught me," Thales' eyes sharpened: "Betrayal is the essence of the alliance."

Ian stared at him, seeming to know Thales the first day.

"Today, I will teach you this sentence."

"Tuition fee waived."

Ian's complexion changed, he was about to have an attack, but his shoulder was held firmly by another person!

"If you lose, you lose," the deadman Monty stood behind Ian and said coldly: "Ian, look like a man anyway."

Ian gave Monty an incredulous look.

"There is no end to this." Finally, Ian gave up and continued to struggle, he approached Thales, staring into his eyes firmly: "Tyles Canxing."

"Now I know...my opponent is not just Rumba..."

"And you."

Thyls still looked at him coldly, showing no weakness.

The next second, Ian shook off Monty's hand angrily, brushed past Thales with a gloomy face, and turned away.

Thyls sighed as he looked at the other person's back.

It's a great honor.

Ian.

Monty snorted, glanced at Thales, and showed a sullen smile.

His ill-intentioned look made Thales feel uncomfortable.

The Dead Crow walked by his side, leaving a light and fluttering sentence: "You really deserve your name, Your Royal Highness."

Thyls swallowed his throat uncomfortably.

But the next complicated gaze made Thales feel uneasy.

The girl, accompanied by Nicolai, silently walked towards the gate.

The Grand Duke passed by Thales, the rhythm of her footsteps paused slightly.

Tyles closed his eyes.

An angry voice came, but it was not her.

"How did you do it?"

Tyles took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

The meteorite stood in front of Thales, his anger no longer in his eyes.

Only cold and hateful.

"About Rumba, you deceived us for so long, but..."

"From the axe area to here, there are at least three guards," Nicolai sneered: "How did Rumba come to the door of the hall without any hindrance, and then appear just right to cooperate with you in acting?"

Thyls had to wave his hand again, indicating that Wya and Rolf did not have to come forward.

Selma stood not far from them, without looking back.

Tyles exhaled.

At this moment, he really feels heavy inside.

"The mission of the Black Sands has been in Longxiao City for a long time," Thales said lightly: "Viscount Cambeda came in the name of seeing the Grand Duke. As long as no one knows the king, they can pass the first The patrols of the city gate."

"As for the Palace of Heroes... Today is very special. The elite guards of the princes are guarding the safety of the nobles around the Hall of Heroes, so the palace guards are responsible for guarding the gates of the palace, and they also have the princes and attendants waiting outside. To receive."

Tels said silently: "So, as long as you know their shift schedule in advance, Rolf's abilities and Wiya's identity will work together... Rumba can avoid the court guards and arrive in front of the hall. Only your guards are left."

Nicolai squinted his eyes: "The shift arrangement of the palace guards?"

Tyles nodded, his face gloomy: "The Grand Duke’s guards can’t avoid it, but Rumba doesn’t need to face them directly. He only has to ask Cambida to find the messenger at the door and let him go and inform the hall. Earl of Brisbane: Here is the king."

Nicolai frowned.

"The Grand Duke was at the end of the road," Thales sighed: "All I need to do is to intensify the contradictions and push the bad scenes in the hall to the point where no one can clean up. The Earl of Resban who knows how to judge the situation Know what to do."

"He is good at making choices."

Not far away, Selma's shoulders shook slightly.

Thyls finished speaking.

Nicolai stared at him coldly.

"The shift arrangement of the palace guards?" Nicolai's voice became more and more terrifying, and every word carried a dangerous meaning: "That is a secret that is rearranged every month."

"Which rat betrayed us?"

"You don't have to disturb others," Thales shook his head: "That chef's son, Joseph, remember."

Nicolai frowned, as if trying to search for the name in his mind.

"He is lonely in the palace," Thales smiled bitterly: "I often practice swordsmanship with him when he comes to the courtyard to deliver meals."

Nicolai figured out what, his face paled: "The back chef?"

"The shift schedule that is re-arranged once a month, of course I can’t get it," Thales nodded slowly: "But the court guards also need to eat. The kitchen’s daily cooking schedule is fixed, such as when it is needed Make a small team of bread, where to send it specifically......"

Nicolai's face grew ugly.

"Don't embarrass Joseph," Thales shook his head, in a flat tone: "He is still young, thinking it was just a small chat while practicing swords.

"So, some of your actions in the palace during the six years, whether it was skipping class and going to read books in every corner, or boring enough to talk to animals, running in a humble status to mix the work of the servants, approachable Chatting with servants and guards..." The meteorite gave a faint sneer, but it made people feel chilling for no reason:

"Are they collecting intelligence or testing our defenses?"

"And your six years of keeping yourself safe... are you acting?"

In the distance, Selma's back stood still, and the Duke's guards waited respectfully around her.

Tyles' breathing was slightly stagnant.

There was a few seconds of silence between Nicolai and Thales.

The nobles in the hall are almost gone, leaving only the awe-inspiring King Chaman, who is still in the company of Cambeda and Kroaishi, looking far away with interest.

"Talking to animals is because I'm so bored. As for the others..."

The second prince took a breath and forced a grim smile: "I have no choice."

"No choice?"

Tyles turned around and looked at the Soul Slaughter Gun on the ledge, sighing in his memory: "Six years, in Longxiao City..."

"Every letter of mine must be opened and inspected, every destination of mine must be searched in advance, and every person who has spoken must be cross-examined three times. Even the paper used in class must be inspected. Every book I have encountered is recorded by a dedicated person. If there is a slight error in the daily schedule or behavior, the cross-examination of you, Lisban or Ms. Jinx will follow, and then there will be no footing..."

Selma's back trembled slightly.

Tels sighed: "My every move is under your watch. If it weren't for the grandfather's permission, I wouldn't even be able to step out of the Palace of Valor."

"Waiya and Ada, every star who goes out of the palace, not only has to search, but also scouts to watch, even if they throw a copper plate to a beggar, you will catch that beggar and shut it up for two months. , Even domestic missions visiting me have restrictions and surveillance..."

Nicolai still stared at him terribly, looking at him silently.

"I know that you pretended to be King Tochaman, but you acted on your own, locked me in this deep palace, severed all contact with the outside world, castrated the normal education that should have been given to me, and counted on me Living in a meaningless life, becoming a canary who can only cry in a cage..."

Nicolai was silent.

Thyls lowered his head and said sadly: "Me and Xingchen, and Secret Science, six years ago brought you a lot of trouble or even disaster, but we have at least fought together..."

"Is this necessary?"

This time, the silence lasted a long time.

Nicolai sneered.

"Not only is it necessary..."

"In my opinion, this is not enough," he said categorically: "Justin is still too loose with you. He should never let you come into contact with people from the black sand collar."

"Just let you catch the opportunity to betray us."

"You betrayed all of us, thinking that you would have nothing to worry about by escaping to the black sand collar?"

Nicolae's eyes were cold: "You remember me well, little prince of the empire."

Tyles frowned lightly.

"It's up to you? Forget it," the prince shook his head slightly: "Don't overestimate yourself because of someone calling you a meteorite, dead face."

"You and I... are never at the same level."

Nicolai's face froze.

"Very well," the meteorite said bitterly: "Be careful, you better not fall into my hands."

"At that time...you won't even have the chance to regret."

Nicolai gave him a fierce look, followed the Grand Duke's team, and walked away.

Thank you, dead face.

I will be careful.

As always.

The grandfather did not stay, her back figure straight out the door.

Never looked back.

Listening to the sound of footsteps away from his ears, Thales sighed, and there was an indescribable dullness in his heart.

"Aren't we leaving?"

Looking at the waves of big men put down their harsh words, Huaiya who came up didn't even dare to make a mouthful, "Your Highness?"

Thyls shook his head.

No.

One more thing.

Finally, the heavy footsteps approached.

Wiya and Rolf are like enemies.

"How do you feel?" King Chaman's thick, slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Compared with the majesty just now, his tone is less domineering and more joking at the moment.

But Thales didn't answer directly, he motioned to Wya to withdraw.

"Your response was quick," Thales turned to the king, and said with sincere emotion: "I just mentioned the matter of the Stars Sending Forces to the Freedom League, and you seized the opportunity."

King Chaman snorted disdainfully: "To each other."

"But," the prince faced the king and took a deep breath: "You just said, facing the black sand collar and facing the vassals who oppose you, you have already established the victory?"

The king's eyes moved slightly: "What?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes: "You also said that the Grand Guild of Trudida would send troops with you to clean up them?"

King Chaman raised his brows.

Thyls stared at him, gaze for a long time.

After a while, the prince laughed out loud.

"Stop kidding," Thales shook his head: "We all know him-Trudida who rebuilt the tower, will he help you?"

"What's the matter," King Chaman snorted: "Everyone knows: Perseus Trudida has always been vacillating, treacherous and cunning."

Tyles stroked his hair helplessly, and recalled the gleaming gaze of the granddaughter.

"Yes, but let me put it this way: If you invite Trudida to go on a deer hunting together, he will definitely not agree," Thales sighed, "Unless he knows what to hunt. The head of the deer is dead, all that needs to be done is to drag the venison back..."

"Trudida will have a bold face, a tragic and generous look, like a gone hero, with a bow and an arrow, a knife and a horse to go out."

The two looked at each other silently.

After a while, King Chaman smiled.

"Hahahahaha, the'hero who never returns'," this time, Rumba laughed extraordinarily freely, turning back the sneers and ridicules he had made before, as if this moment was what he was really happy about: "I have to Said it is very vivid and appropriate!"

Thyls also smiled, his shoulders trembling slightly.

But his smile disappeared quickly: "So, although Trudida spoke nicely, he would never send troops with you."

"If your vassals gather together, tore their faces with the Lombard family, and fight to the death," Thales's smile was replaced with solemn and seriousness: "You and them, whoever will kill you, Not yet known."

The laughter of King Chaman stopped.

"What you claim,'the result of the chessboard is doomed'," Thales stared at him coldly, "it's just an empty talk."

"That's why you came here in person."

Like six years ago.

King Chaman did not deny or admit, but stared at him mysteriously.

Tyles looked at the direction of the door and sighed: "Ian is still too young. He still lacks the experience of facing you, so he can be so easily frightened by you. If he changes his father, For that resolute, stubborn and cold warrior and Pray for Duke Yuancheng, Kuliko Ronnie is here..."

King Chaman sneered: "Your evaluation of him is quite high."

Thyls snorted.

"Look at the expressions of Lisban and Nazair, I am afraid they have doubts in their hearts," the prince moved his sore shoulders and said softly: "I'm just afraid of your relationship with the Star Kingdom, and I'm also concerned about Trudida. Don’t have confidence, for fear that you really promised a bargaining chip that he can’t refuse, so I dare not bet against you."

King Chaman seemed to shook his head casually: "Not everyone has the wisdom to see through the game, and the courage to bet against me."

Thyls shook his head and hummed softly.

"But soon, everything that happened in this hall-whether it was Qiyuan City's defeat in the confrontation with the king, or Longxiao City did not join the alliance denounced the king, but eventually handed over the star prince The news to the king will spread throughout the Kingdom of Exeter, especially back to the black sand collar."

Thyls felt exhausted suddenly, as if a morning meeting had drained his energy.

"The moment the grandpa agreed to hand me over, you really won," he said with some interest: "It was just a bluff."

"Satisfied?"

The two looked at each other silently in the middle of the hall.

Their delay also made the Grand Duke's guards who were still guarding around the hall frowned, but Cambeda's smiling face and Croaich's cold face effectively held them back.

"But you didn't get nothing, Thales," King Chaman said silently after a while: "First of all, you have not only avoided the fate of being involved in the war, but also got rid of the claws of Dragon City. "

"Really," the prince yawned, seemingly indifferent:

"Forgive me for my blindness, I can't see what a good thing this is."

But the king ignored him, but his tone was slightly cold: "Moreover, according to the conditions we have stated..."

"I also specially gave the girl a chance to cultivate prestige, so that her vassals would no longer be her enemies."

These words made Thales's vacant eyes instantly focus.

"Under the pressure of a certain terrifying king, at least in the short term, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City will not lose their support or be forced to marry. Under external forces, they will be more sincere and united. "

"Isn't this what you want?"

Thyls frowned.

"But she is a girl after all," A few seconds later, Thales suffocated a sentence: "In any case, her presence will make many people in Longxiao City feel uneasy and uneasy."

King Chaman raised his brows: "Then I can do nothing, unless you turn her into a man?"

Thyls raised his eyes.

"So," the prince certainly stared at King Chaman's deep eyes with no doubt: "You must help her gain a foothold-no matter what method it is."

The king seems a little funny: "must?"

Thyls nodded.

"As King Exter," he said calmly: "Let a controversial female grandfather, a girl who subverts traditions, continue to rule the powerful city of Longxiao City, which is capable Your interests."

"You don't want to see a Duke of Longxiao City who is dripping like Lisban, cunning like Nazair, and tough and upright like Kierkegor, right?"

The expression of King Chaman was still at this moment.

Thyls stared at him firmly, intently.

There was a slight wave on the king's rough face: "Indeed, we don't need a second King Nunn."

Tyles was relieved.

"For this, you even have to help her gain considerable power," the second prince's tone increased, and the rhythm accelerated: "Don't forget, as a female grandfather, the obstacles she faces are with you. The problem is the same to some extent, such as the tradition of the Northland for thousands of years..."

When King Chaman heard this, his eyes became more and more interested.

"What's more, she is the grandfather you recognized, and you also voted for her..."

Thyls said nothing suddenly.

Besides, you are still holding a hole card that can kill her.

Her throne is tied to your crown.

Tyles scowled and said nothing.

King Chaman let out a breath slowly.

"I have a hunch, Thales," the king curled his mouth, and his eyes gave a slight tingling sharpness: "During your time in the black sand collar, We will get along well."

Tyles' face darkened.

"Really."

The two fell silent again.

After a long while, King Chaman spoke deeply: "Old question: how does it feel?"

Thyls responded with a cold snort: "What does it feel like?"

King Chaman took a deep breath~IndoMTL.com~ His face was happy, as if he felt the beauty of Longxiao City at this moment.

"From Qiyuan City to Longxiao City, from Brisbane to the Grand Duke, you betrayer who betrayed everyone-or at least they think so."

"A person carrying everything alone, walking forward alone?"

The expression in King Chaman's eyes became sharper and sharper when he saw him:

"How does it taste?"

Thyls was silent.

He lowered his head and said nothing for a long time.

The prince suddenly remembered that six years ago, he was sitting in the carriage of the Marquis from Conmas. When he asked the Grand Duke of Black Sand at that time and the King of Chaman later, he gave a cold reply.

The way King Chaman looked at him, shook his head seemingly contemptuously, turned and left.

The moment he turned around, the voice of Prince Star came from behind.

But it has never been somber, gloomy, and indifferent.

"This feels..."

Tyles looked at the ground without raising his head, and said hoarsely: "It feels like...Chaman Rumba."

The king's figure froze as he walked halfway.

In the quiet air, Thales snorted.

He called Wiya and Rolf with his face as usual, and walked to the door.

When the prince walked to the entrance of the hall, he paused slightly.

He looked at the rough, slightly bumpy floor tiles in the hall, and raised his mouth.

He was here six years ago and saw the famous natural king of the North for the first time.

Six years later...

The next moment, Thales resisted the desire to look back, and he took a deep breath.

Damn it.

Thyls raised his feet without hesitation.

Fart in six years.

He took two easy steps and stepped out of Nekaru's Hall of Heroes.