Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 90: Who is loyal

Monty looked directly at Nicolet, his smile slowly evaporating:

"And I am looking at you now, isn't it the same?"

The meteorite shook his head.

His face dimmed: "We should have been the most loyal, purest, and most glorious Blade Guard..."

"We also used to fight side by side with passion, pride, and fun, sprinkling blood for Exeter."

"What is it that brought us to where we are now?"

Monty interrupted him.

"Don't you understand, stabbing?"

"Yes, we are indeed, the most loyal, purest, and most glorious blade guard," he said in a low voice, sounding like the hopeless struggle of a dying patient:

"Look at the shining names in the history of the Guard, which one is not a legend of noble origin and pure blood-even for the nobles, it is an honor to enter the Blade Guard to serve the king."

Monty raised his eyes slowly.

"But when Kaslan broke the convention and began to pull the White Blade Guard from the civilians, when he opened his sharp eyes, he carefully selected us inferior people from the soldiers who had been on the battlefield, and trained us to become At the time of Dragon Guards..."

Monty sighed for a long time: "Things have changed, and the result is doomed."

"We are incompatible with those noble rulers who have passed on for many years."

Nicolai was speechless.

Monty chuckled and remembered the past: "I remember very clearly that on the first day of the Imperial Conference, whether it was a nobleman with a title, a bureaucrat with only honorary titles, or even a noble guard. People look up to us-the blatant defilers, this is what they call us."

He glanced at Nicolai intently: "We will never melt in."

Nicolai lowered his head.

"Isaiah understood this very early, so he simply went to the sentinel collar, to the most dangerous and simplest thirty-eight sentinel spot, doing purely between the enemy and us. Choose."

"And the rest of the guard..."

"Look at me, look at Mike, look at Carlos, look at Shiva, look at Justin, look at our respective fate, look at yourself..." Monty said, I laughed myself.

The laughter was sad.

The meteorite frowned.

"You have worked so hard for so many years, and even killed the'Star Butcher' Horace Canxing under the Broken Dragon Fortress. For more than ten years, you have been famous-just a little lord, even The banquet in the Palace of Valor is not eligible to attend."

"Remember the political hearing day a few days ago?"

Monty looked at him amused, as if looking at one of the greatest fools in history: "When you, as the protector of the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, the defender of the order of the meeting, when you speak, Longxiao City’s Count and Viscount, which one of them will put you in the eyes?"

Nicolai looked at Monty's disdainful smile and exhaled slowly.

"We will never understand," Monty said with a solemn expression: "Those aristocrats, what are in their minds."

The dead crow's breathing is fast, and the dark memories of the past flooded into my heart like a tide:

"The current Grand Duke of Welland, Rebion Olesiu was poisoned by his half-brother twice, but no one knew that those poisons were ordered by Nunn and Kaslan. Okay. Let Rebien blame his younger brother, and eventually become the Grand Duke-but after it was done, Nunn asked me to **** his unknowing brother out safely as a tool for remote control of the Wiland collar... …"

"Remember that not long after you took over the acting captain, the large-scale eastward suppression of bandits in Longxiao City? In fact, I was also a member of that group of bandits: Longxiao City sent me into this robber den, Give them arms and strengthen their strength so that they can unscrupulously run Dragon's Sky City's own caravan-so King Nunn has an excuse to attack the Glacier Sea Grand Duke."

The Dead Crow slumped: "Their power game, we will never understand."

Listening to the other party's narration, the meteorite's breathing could not help but speed up.

"After Suriel died, I seemed to give up my hand in anger and seek refuge in Qiyuan City. In fact, I was the spy sent by Longxiao City to Qiyuan City, and continued to monitor the movements of the Ronnie family for King Nunn. , From time to time provoke their vassals to rebel."

Monty took a breath.

"Later, Nunn died," Monty lowered his head, his face gloomy:

"My blade in the dark suddenly lost most of its meaning--but it was even more ironic: my surveillance object, the upright grand prince of Qiyuan City, Couricun Ronnie Suddenly I found me, and I came to understand that he had always known that I was King Nunn’s crow, the king’s spy!"

Speaking of this, Monty laughed exaggeratedly: "But that hidden bastard, he just pretended to be ignorant and played with me for twelve years! Until the death of King Nunn! Hahahaha!"

"And Ronnie told me that Nunn knew that he had seen through my lurking, but their two opponents who were wary of each other pretended not to know each other like a pantomime, but I was hanging in the middle. ——Hahahaha, acting for twelve years!"

"Twelve years! Will they not be tired?"

Monty’s smile is exaggerated and deformed.

Nicolai looked at Monty bitterly, not amused at all.

He knew that Monty was not funny either.

The Dead Crow finally laughed enough.

He lowered his face, as if returning to the abyss of darkness: "For decades, I have learned their practices, and I have learned games that I will never understand, wearing a mask all the time, disguising myself, and preparing to change my face at any time. "

Monty gently touched his face, a little lost.

It seems that it is not my skin.

"Sometimes, I go back to Longxiao City, go back to the White Blade Guards, try to remove the disguise, but find that I am used to acting even drinking with my brothers..."

Monti took a deep breath: "I even have an illusion: the mask is the real me. Only when I put on the mask can I remove the disguise."

The Crow of the Dead coughed a few bites in pain and looked lost:

"But there, only there, in the garden of blood that Adele personally manages, when I look obsessively at her face, can I feel: Maybe I am more than a mask."

Monty raised his head, touched his face, and forced a numb smile: "I also have my own feelings and beliefs."

He trembled slightly, as if to prove something, and repeated mechanically:

"Not just a mask."

The meteorite was silent.

Then, a few seconds later, Monty took a few deep breaths, and actually stood up firmly on the rock wall.

This time, Monty shook a few times, but didn't fall again.

Meteor's face suddenly changed!

Oops.

Monty has stood up and can move at any time to get his crossbow.

And myself...

Nicolai looked at the crossbow bolt on his shoulder, gritted his teeth bitterly.

This "to the end" game seems to be divided.

Is it the end?

Nicolai once again grasped the crossbow bolt on his shoulder and tried to escape its grip despite the pain.

"But she is gone anyway."

Monty's lonely voice came.

"The **** assassin sent by the secret branch is probably a novice," the Dead Crow chuckled, but the meteorite could hear the chill:

"Just like when I first entered this business, he faced the child and couldn't do anything...in the end, Adele was hurt."

His mood fell: "Her death has thrown my slightly meaningful life back into the bottomless darkness."

Monty's expression slowly became savage: "Deeper, darker, darker."

Nicolai roared bitterly, but the crossbow bolt on his shoulder was still difficult to pull out. In a hurry, he tried to resist the rock wall in turn, trying to "draw" himself out.

Monty shook his head, carefully extended his burned arm as a balance, and took the first step.

"The significance of the White Blade Guard is to be a sharp blade to defend the Northland."

"But I, I have been unable to find the meaning of my existence since a long time ago," Monty said gloomily, "So I won't look for it-living is meaning, that's enough."

Nicolai's face was twisted and tried his best, but the crossbow bolt seemed to be stuck between the bones, making it difficult to move.

"As long as I can survive," Monty's voice continued, "It doesn't matter who my loyalty belongs to."

The beads of sweat on the forehead of the meteorite are increasing.

"As long as there is no chance for hesitation," Monty gritted his teeth, looked at the other's futile efforts, and breathed in solemnly:

"I can stop hesitating."

The Dead Crow raised the corners of his mouth, showing a cruel look: "Don't blame me, sting your head-this is life."

The meteorite hopeless to break free finally gave up his efforts. He let out a sigh of relief as if he had accepted his fate, and looked at his opponent.

Monty smiled and turned to his crossbow.

However, the next moment, a young and full drake came with a loud voice: "Huh, this thing...it's really not light."

The two men in the death match were stunned.

They all turned around.

Under the sun, I saw a young man described as embarrassed, standing at the place where the crossbow of time fell—the strange black crossbow was held in his hand.

"I remember... it was wound like this, right?"

The young man stood steadily on the ground, frowned, put his foot into the pedal on the top of the crossbow, slammed on it, bent down, and held the hook attached to the crossbow with both hands and hooked the crossbow string. .

He took a deep breath, pulled the crossbow string **** his back, and straightened up.

The crossbow string slowly deformed and elongated.

"Well--is it the first time," the boy squeezed his face and gritted his teeth: "Why, so, tight..."

Finally, just hear a "da":

The crossbow string is in place.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief and gasped for breath. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the crossbow of time, and smiled.

Nicolai and Monty both stared at the boy blankly, their eyes focused in disbelief on his freely moving limbs.

"Why..." The meteorite's eyes were filled with shock and confusion, and he stared at the young man, as if he wanted to dissect him.

But at this time, Nicolai was clumsy and couldn't even say a complete sentence: "I just made you... and your hands and feet..."

The boy raised his brows.

"Ah, are you talking about this?"

The boy looked at the two men who were seriously injured, slowly raised his left hand, and shook it embarrassedly.

"Well, it feels like my left wrist is indeed a bit hard," Prince Thales Canxing who stood up again shrugged, smiling shyly:

"I don't know, it may be a bit crooked."

Monty's eyes rounded.

"Impossible." The weak Dead Crow shook his body, and he hurriedly supported the rock wall, but his expression of astonishment remained unchanged.

He turned to Nicolai, as if to get proof from his opponent: "But you did give his bones just now..."

Nicolai gave Monty a bad face back: "Nonsense."

Thyls didn't care about the mood of the two men at all, and happily took two steps on the spot, with neat movements and no lag.

Nicolai and Monty became more surprised.

Thyls looked at the two sluggish men and sighed: "What's so strange about this, don't you know?"

The second prince gave a chuckle.

"This is the secret why the Canstar royal family can rule the stars for nearly 700 years..."

Nicolai's brows moved, and Monty's pupils shrank!

The two held their breath at the same time.

The next second, Thales showed a mysterious expression.

"It is said that the blood of the imperial royal family comes from the gods." Prince Star raised his eyebrows, pointed at the sky, and smiled ill-intentionally: "Even their blood is bright gold. If it is under the sun, It can shine!"

Suddenly the two men petrified in place.

"Broken bones or something..." Thales smiled and showed his big white teeth, shining in the sun:

"We can heal in two minutes."

That's strange.

Tyles slandered secretly, feeling the exhaustion and weakness left by the crime of the prison river.

and--

"Cuckoo..."

At this time, a strange noise came from Thales' stomach.

The prince's face was hot.

But Nicolai and Monty still looked at the monster with their eyes, staring at him in a daze, and they didn't recover for a long while.

Perhaps their eyes were too hot, or the scene was too awkward, Thales could not help coughing, interrupting the silent status quo.

"Well, now you two listen to me..."

Thyls happily held the black crossbow and pressed a crossbow bolt that fell on the ground into the groove.

He lifted the crossbow of time that could be fired at any time, buckled the machine bracket, and the crossbow arm against the right armpit.

Tyles closed his left eye, and the arrow aimed at the immobile meteorite nailed to the rock wall.

Nicolae paled.

He struggled unwillingly again, but he could only look at the crossbow bolt pierced through the shoulder of his arm, and more blood leaked.

"So, now, we have a question that needs to be answered urgently."

"Excuse me, Lord Seri Nicolai," Thales looked up like a completely new one, and asked with a smile: "You eat..."

"Are you using your right hand?"

Nicolai stared blankly at the crossbow in Thales's hand~IndoMTL.com~ but after a second, he just coldly hummed, "Fuck you."

Thyls blinked.

"Hahahaha—"

The Dead Crow laughed while holding on to the rock wall.

"Forget it, no matter how you did it," Monty smiled happily: "Anyway, well done, your lord, now we just need..."

Tyles looked down!

He raised his crossbow arms with both hands.

At that moment, Nicolai's unwillingness and Monty's smile solidified on his face at the same time.

The serious-looking Thales did not pull the trigger at the meteorite.

But the time crossbow in his hand turned an angle.

Pointed straight--

Ned Monty.

"I just heard: As long as we can survive," Thales aimed at Monty and said coldly: "It doesn't matter who your loyalty belongs to, right?"

The Dead Crow stared at him incredulously.

The prince squinted slightly: "Then, tell me, Lord Monty..."

"Who belongs to your loyalty?"