Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 116: The chains of power

"Don't worry, the others in the team will not come back tonight because of various things."

Quick rope lay on the bed grinningly, shaking his wrist that was sore from the fierce fight, and said:

"I guess, Dean deliberately led them away, and the target is you."

A broken animal oil lamp illuminates the mercenary’s hut. Dean’s body is already covered with coarse cloth, lying quietly on the ground, while Thales is sitting on the ground, leaning against the corner, no Looking unconsciously at the comfortable fast rope on the bed.

After a long while, Thales said softly after finally sorting out his clues:

"What's going on? Why, why are you..."

"What's the matter?" Quick rope put his hands on his head and looked at the mottled ceiling: "That's what you see."

"I always thought that, except for some old people in Longxiao City, no one would know the news that I was alive."

The fast rope pounced at the human body covered with coarse cloth:

"Until this guy shows up."

His tone is still relaxed, like a sunny day without haze.

"The darkroom is always ubiquitous, right?"

"Father and Suriel didn't like Ms. Kashan, so I kept her away."

Tyles glanced at Dean on the ground.

He clenched his fists subconsciously.

"I don't understand." He turned to the fast rope, asking the biggest doubt: "Your hair color, your Kang Mas accent, and your age..."

Quick rope chuckled.

"Do you know that Kang Mas is a magical place, with different city-states, diverse races, and strange terroir," the former prince exclaimed:

"And on the route they opened up, the Zante Islands in the southwest of the mainland produced a magical dye. The local tribes used it to dye their hair or even apply makeup. It won’t fall out for a month. I just need to worry about the hair. The root part..."

Tyles frowned as he watched the fast rope rubbing his red hair.

"As for accent and age..."

"Maybe you didn't notice yourself, Prince Stars," the fast rope side turned his head and smiled at Thales: "But to me, you, who have been in the north for six years, are now full of Northland. Accent, and you don’t look like a simple fourteen-year-old boy."

He arched his shoulders.

Thyls lowered his head in silence.

"Are they all fake?"

The star prince asked uncomfortably: "Starting from the great desert, the fast rope for telling jokes, the fast rope for fighting with everyone, the fast rope for fighting for the rights of dead companions, and even the fast rope for'cannot write'. ......You have been acting?"

Quickline's face dimmed.

"No," he put his hands together blankly, "not all fake."

"You know, when a pampered and discouraged prince walks out of the castle, the first thing he finds is that the outside world is not so beautiful."

The poor-quality lights slowly dimmed, and the room turned black again.

Thyls remained motionless.

"So that, on the first afternoon when the foolish prince arrived in Kangmas and arrived in the'city of a thousand sails' in Variel, he was deceived of his little savings. By the way, he passed the black path. Those three hundred gold coins were so expensive that he had to sell himself to a long voyage ship, and he started the maiden voyage that he had never dreamed of, opening an unprecedented chapter in his life."

Quick rope said dumbly: "In six years, he abandoned a lot and learned a lot."

Speaking of this, the fast rope snorted slightly.

"When I went to sea for the first time, the captain was a violent temper, and he always pointed at the sail rope that was not fastened or should be loosened and yelled at me:'Hurry up! Rope!' "

His tone was full of emotion: "In this way, I got the first nickname in my life."

Thyls still dignifiedly leaned against the corner.

Until the next sentence of the fast rope, came with a slight depression:

"Not a **** ‘born king’."

Thyls frowned.

He suddenly thought of King Nunn, but found that no matter what, it was difficult to connect him with the optimistic, open-minded, but strangely complicated fast rope.

"What kind of nickname will you get, Thales, have you thought about it?"

Quick rope suddenly asked with interest: "The Adventure King? The Hostage King?"

Tyles recovered and sighed slightly: "Moral..."

"Ah, I see."

In the dark, the voice of the fast rope fluctuates slightly, with a slight complacency: "The King of Bad Luck."

The chuckle of the fastline reappeared.

Thyls did not respond.

Until the laughter of the fast rope slowly diminished.

"Why."

"Six years ago," Thales asked hoarsely, "Why leave."

This time, there was a long silence in the room.

Quickline sighed lightly, like a prisoner undergoing trial and preparing to face fate

"This question, in the first few years, I asked myself countless times."

The voice of the fast rope faintly sounded: "The answer is different every time."

"But in the past two or three years, that answer has gradually become clear."

In the darkness, he slowly sat up, his clear eyes gleaming slightly in the moonlight:

"Because this is my choice."

Tyles' breathing became faster.

What Rumba said to him, his evaluation of Moral, came to mind one by one.

Everything experienced six years ago flashed back like yesterday.

"But you just left irresponsibly?"

Thyls clenched his teeth unknowingly: "Leave your country, your people, your relatives..."

The silhouette of the express rope trembling in the moonlight.

"Do you know how much your disappearance has caused the entire Longxiao City to suffer? You know, your waywardness almost caused the two countries to meet each other, causing countless deaths and injuries? You know, your decision made me and What fate did Rumba, Selma, and your father King Nunn face?"

At that moment, Thales seemed to return to the crypt of the Fuxing Palace, and the heavy, majestic, faintly powerful voice rang in his ears.

In the past six years, blood, death, betrayal, murder, politics, helplessness and powerlessness, helplessness and regret, if this is the fate of the prince...

Thyls's mood is getting messy.

In the face of fate, the person in front of you...

"How is he?"

"My father." Quickrope spoke hoarsely, interrupting Thales' thoughts that he didn't know if he was jealous or unwilling: "How was he when he was dying six years ago?"

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

Nun VII.

The born king.

The indifferent old man rubbing the ring.

"All these years, all I have heard are rumors, but you are there, Thales," Fastrope said faintly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice:

"You are there."

For a time, only two people breathed in the house.

Thyls was silent for a while.

Dragon blood.

The night six years ago was too memorable.

"I don't know how to describe it, but then..."

Finally, Thales sighed and suppressed the sudden surge of unrest.

"He is not bad, Nunn still maintains the domineering and majesty of the natural king."

He tells the past to the fast rope, just like telling the story of his family to a son who never goes home all the time:

"At that time, he had just punished Fengzhao City and unified the power of other princes, and the black sand collar was not a problem."

Thyls mused: "And he has passed the crisis of disaster again, witnessed the return of the Queen of the Sky, and is thinking about some lessons for the disaster of breaking his toys."

The prince was emotionally disappointed and said: "He is even considered exhaustive, planning the future of Walton and Longxiao City."

And... the future of the Star Prince.

Quickrope smiled.

"Oh, it's still the same." His tone was quite nostalgic, but there was almost overflowing melancholy.

"Keep everything...in your hands."

Thyls nodded.

"This is him before his death, the last King Nunn," the prince said with difficulty: "Until..."

He didn't go on.

"Really."

Quick rope took his words, in an unclear tone.

Tyles sighed: "Don't worry, everything happened very quickly. In an instant, he died without feeling any pain."

Two seconds of silence.

"Really."

The fast rope leaned against the wall and hugged his knees: "What about Longxiao City?"

Tyles' breathing is stagnant.

"Really?" With a faint resentment, the prince asked, "Ask me?"

"The disaster struck the shield zone, fighting with the Queen of the Sky till the morning, killing and wounding... After the death of the king, rumors spread and order was chaotic. The black sand-led army entered the city at night and met with the Lisban swordsman," Thales He took a deep breath and spoke, as if listening to a stranger telling an unfamiliar story: "The Blade Guard suffered a heavy loss, and Nicolai fought back with the last manpower."

Thyls's tone is getting more and more urgent.

"Rumba once occupied the Palace of Valor. The five princes held each other’s future and lives in the Hall of Heroes. They pressed their hands on the hilt and saw their lives and deaths. Grand Duke Ronnie and Duke Olesiu had even been out of their sheaths. Live and die with Rumba."

"Kaslan, Mike... countless people died in that **** tug of war."

Every time he said a word, the shadow of the fast rope trembled.

"Finally, Selma, I mean Alex Walton is under heavy pressure, and under their unkind eyes, it is difficult to succeed."

Finally, Thales stared at the figure that was passing through the bed:

"Under countless pairs of hatred eyes, Chaman Rumba wore a **** crown, stepped on countless bones in the sword rain, crowned as king."

The fast rope exhaled heavily.

"In the past six years, the city of Longxiao has been turbulent and turbulent. The qualifications of the Grand Duchess have been deeply questioned. The vassals are full of contradictions. The king has no good intentions. The princes look at me as hostages and chess pieces. There until now."

"This is the answer you want."

"Are you satisfied?"

Thyls said coldly: "Escape responsibility, Moral Walton who caused all this."

Quick rope stayed silent for a long time.

Until a full ten seconds later.

"So this is the answer, thank you." Quickline replied feebly.

"I am sorry."

Thyls frowned tightly.

"Are you sorry?"

The Star Prince sneered: "That is your country, your city, and your hometown."

"And you're'regret'?"

Quickline shook his head.

"Thyls."

His tone is a little low.

"When you said to Dean that you don't want to ask so much, but you just want me to disappear forever, I thought you would at least understand some."

The fast rope seemed to have lost something, his tone was listless, but there was an unspeakable grief.

Tyles took a deep breath: "If you were okay six years ago, I mean, if you escaped the assassination, at least choose to return to Longxiao City..."

Quick rope suddenly raised his head!

"That won't change anything!"

He said coldly.

Thyls was stunned.

"It's still the same, conspiracy, trickery, politics, interest..." Fast Rope almost gritted his teeth and said: "No matter whether Longxiao City or Exter, whether Lombard or Walton, nothing has changed. "

Thyls looked at him blankly.

"Of course I know that the casualties are heavy and the cost is high."

Quickline said sadly: "This is the struggle for power."

"You accused my avoidance of bringing disaster."

"But how do you know that if I stay in the seat of the Grand Duke of Dragon City and even King Exter, fewer people will be killed than now? The disaster will be less than now? The crime committed? Will it be lighter than it is now? Longxiao City will be luckier and more stable than it is now?"

Tyles clenched his teeth.

"You don't know, Thales."

Quick rope is cold and authentic:

"Do you think that the disasters and disasters of Longxiao City, the turmoil and upheaval of Exter, are really just the conspiracy of Rumba, or my willfulness, or the loss of my father?"

He straightened his waist from the wall.

"My father, the natural king, when he was alive, he was able to overwhelm the princes and militaristically. He pushed the majesty of Longxiao City to the top in three generations. Exter is not the only one."

Quick rope tone is cold:

"However, it is destined that he has long become someone’s enemy, the enemy of the princes from all walks of life, the enemy of the fief and nobles, the enemy of the Westland countries, and even the enemy of the people under his rule, even if there is no rumba, no dark room, There is no **** year, even if there is no Surir’s accident, there is no... Without my departure, one day, these enemies will have other faces and roles, such as Ronnie, Lecco, Trudida, and even him. The most trusted subordinate, played by another group of people who are dissatisfied with him, will roll back until it floods the throne of Longxiao City."

The enemy of King Nunn...

Thyls meditated, and the people who were responsible for the dragon's blood six years ago appeared in front of him: the black sand Grand Duke who was forced to a desperate situation, the fickle Marquis of Komath, the hidden dark room. , The black market forces in the gutter, and even the supreme king of the stars.

Even a petty man like Greveo sneered at his king and dismissed him.

And King Nunn's side... only half of his Dragon City.

"The reason why my father died was not because of the failure of a certain strategy~IndoMTL.com~some accident, or someone's stupid behavior," the fast rope tone was painful: "but because of this In times, he climbed too high, and too many people wanted him to die."

"Between extreme prosperity and extreme decline, there is only a fine line."

"This is the general trend, Thales," the tone of the fast rope became more and more urgent: "After returning from the sea and dying, I always have this feeling: history is not based on our appearance of noble status and power. The extraordinary personal control is determined by the countless unstoppable waves, unfathomable vortexes, ocean tides and trade winds that shake thousands of miles in the world."

"If the tide is blocked, no matter how strong the warship is, no matter how strong the ship is, it will be broken into pieces. If you ride the wind, no matter how fragile the sampan is, you can travel thousands of miles in front of it. You can also climb to the top."

"Too many people only see conspiracies and tricks, fighting against each other, heroes and gangsters."

"But before the raging tide, individuals were too small. There are actually very few things we can do. No one can go against the trend and turn the tide. It’s just that we treat those people who surfaced at the end of the wave. Illusion."

"I can see very clearly, no matter who sits on that throne, Longxiao City is destined to prosper and decline. No matter who leads the dragon kingdom, Exeter will also ebb and flow."

"It's like the kingdom blood circulating on your body, like an empire that was once invincible."

"Do you think it must be a bad thing now that Longxiao City is shaken by a female grandfather?"

"How do you know that if Longxiao City is still inherited by an orthodox male descendant, with terrifying strength and military strength, then the new kings and the old princes will not be better than they are now A hundred times more terrifying weight and wrists to deal with Longxiao City, just like ants eating insect corpses, to the point of eating us only the remains?"