Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 117: Maybe there

"You care about them."

Thyls fixedly looked at the emotionally unstable fast rope: "Your father and brother."

Quick rope froze for a moment.

His look dimmed.

"Do you have a family? Thales?"

Tyles tightened his lips.

Family.

An unspeakable taste came to my heart.

There are probably some of those scattered memories.

But here...

Quickrope raised his eyebrows, thinking of something.

"Sorry, I forgot." Quick rope waved his hand under the dim lights, and showed an apologetic smile: "Of course, this makes you the sole heir. Your identity is sensitive and everyone is paying attention."

Thyls nodded silently.

"But I have."

Quickline's smile slowly disappeared: "From the first day I was sensible, I was told: I have a great and wise father, and an exemplary brother."

"Father is very strict and indifferent. As the monarch of the entire Dragon Kingdom, he will always have unfinished government affairs and irrefutable reasons."

"The elder brother is very good, dazzling and dazzling, courageous and capable, experienced in battles, prestige deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Quick rope moved his shoulders, his face sank in the darkness that the fire could not see, and his expression could not be discerned: "And I, the second son of King Nunn, the younger brother of Prince Suril..."

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head.

"Thyls."

"When my father and brother are so good, I have lived under them for more than ten years, chasing their footsteps, chasing their world, but no matter how hard I work, no matter how I perform in school How good it is to talk endlessly at the banquet, and how many prey you kill in the hunt...but never reach it."

Tyles listened attentively, but he laughed disapprovingly when he heard the fast rope.

"Until the female officer Jinx told me..."

His eyes reflect the lights, and there are unspeakable emotions in them.

"I am his younger brother. I was born to assist and serve him. Suril was destined to become the Grand Duke of Dragon City, and even King Exeter. From the bottom of my heart, I will respect him, obey him, and be loyal to him. Power and arms."

"I can only do my schoolwork properly, grow up, and grow up to be an ordinary, plain, unobtrusive and not bad Northland nobleman. This is enough."

The fast rope took a deep breath, with an imperceptible joke in his tone.

"When I reach adulthood, as the younger brother of the future king, I will have a small fief of my own, and I will be entrusted as a baron or even a viscount, with my own surname, my own family, bathed in the glory of the dragon spear branch, Or as a **** of marriage, under the watch of the king, marry a wife, give birth to a child, die, and die, waiting for future generations to write my name between the two genealogies."

"Any presumptuous and disrespectful thoughts are wrong. If I act too prominently or abnormally, people will wonder if there is a stranger instigating me in secret."

Tyles looked at the fast rope, trying to imagine the once Prince Moral.

"This is the first half of my life, and what I thought I would have, my life." The fast rope was restored to its original state, without emotion.

Silence.

"But this didn't last, right," Thales took the conversation softly in the silence:

"Accidents always come suddenly."

Quickline turned to him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Yes, just what you think," the former prince said lightly:

"Eighteen years ago, on the night before the war, I was taken out of the castle by Nicolai and his guards in my sleep. I belonged to me. To Longxiao City."

Quickline's gaze stagnated in the air, with a hollow tone.

"Suriel is lying there."

Thyls sighed, remembering the eldest son of Nunn among the many people.

"Yes, that Suriel, I used to admire and awe, the brother who made me feel ashamed and resentful, just lay in the hall of heroes, motionless, pale, gold coins covering his eyes. The long sword is held in his palm."

"We are very different in age, and we usually have nothing to say, but I think that is the closest contact between us and the least separated."

Quick rope said dullly: "That day, the once majestic father seemed to be twenty years old. Facing his indifferent and laissez-faire second son, he said a lot, from the power of the king to the princes. Relationship, attitude towards the vassals, including the upcoming war...but I didn’t listen to a word, and I was full of Surir’s pale face."

"That night, I became the first heir."

Thyls sighed softly. For some reason, he remembered the day he was admitted as the second prince of the Star Kingdom in the Revival Palace.

"In the first ten years of your life, everyone reprimanded you to be an obedient and obedient young man. You must not go too far. But one night later, everyone turned their heads and forced you to become A brilliant and brilliant prince."

Quickrope's words were lifeless, lifeless, with a touch of irony: "The **** fate, after I have experienced doubts, envy, jealousy, resentment, pain, unwillingness, and finally abandonment and relief, another drama The earth fell on me."

He sneered.

"But you know, what did I see in that **** in that seat?"

Tyles raised his head and looked directly into the fast rope's eyes.

"Twisted." The former Prince Moral spit out these two words with a cold face.

"Conkley Perfeet, once heartless, the Fengzhaocheng kid who grew up with me, I don't know when I became suspicious, thoughtful, and covert and hypocritical," Hurry up Sheng said silently:

"I tried to approach him as a friend, but... Ever since Conkley's grandfather and father passed away, since he became the young Grand Duke of Fengzhao City, and since I became the heir of Longxiao City, he sees me In the eyes, there is something unclear."

Thyls frowned, and Archduke Paffit's confession of hysteria and pain at the end of the duel appeared in front of him.

"When my father beat him, I persuaded him, I took the initiative to ask Ying to persuade Fengzhaocheng," the fast rope trembled slightly:

"But no matter how hard I work, how I express my sincerity and apology, how I can assure him that I will... Conkley’s smile has lost the temperature, hatred, jealousy, madness, these are what I can learn from him What we read out of our bodies, we will no longer be able to drink without a heartfelt like in the past."

His last few words were full of desolation.

"As for Chaman Rumba, when I saw him for the first time after the war, I understood."

Quick Rope chuckled: "The calm and gentle cousin Charman who behaved well in the past no longer exists. There is only silence and pain in his eyes, emptiness and indifference, and nothing else in his body. Duke Heisha, who is taciturn and cherishes words like gold, is as if the ghosts of his relatives are still hanging over his head for a long time."

"Every time I talk to him, I shudder. Either I am talking to the dead, or I am the dead in his eyes."

Thyls clenched his fist when he remembered the black sand Grand Duke who was flickering in the fire.

"Twisted, Thales, twisted." The voice of the fast rope echoed.

"They were all twisted and captured, including my father and brother, Thales, captured by power, enslaved, and lost."

The former prince Exter said coldly: "In that chain, they become other appearances, indifferent tools, cold-blooded scum, suspicious tyrants, but they are no longer themselves. "

Thyls was stunned.

A certain conversation from a long time ago reverberated in his mind.

"Because if you want to enter this circle, Thales, or even climb to the top," the fast rope's tone hurried:

"The first thing to do is to bow your head, open your mind and body, let their world and ideas rule all of you, and turn you into something you can’t recognize. Only in this way can you Only by starting to play this game can you enjoy it."

"I heard you were found from the folks, Thales," the fast rope called softly, calling Thales back from contemplation and trance:

"Then answer me, think about it carefully, what did you look like after you became a prince?"

"Can you still choose your own path? Follow your own heart?"

"After becoming a prince," Fast Rope's words were like a sharp knife, straight into Thales' heart: "Are you still yourself, or Thales?"

"Or has it...has become something else?"

"What did you gain and what did you lose?"

Thyls listened quietly.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously clasped the jc dagger behind his waist.

The dagger brought from the abandoned house.

His past.

His past.

A few seconds later, Thales looked silent and shook his head.

"I don't know." He said grimly.

"What did you say?"

Quickrope smiled.

"Like you," the former prince knocked on the wall, leaning up stiffly: "I don't know either."

"But I know... how this will end."

Quickrope's eyes gathered together, piercing.

"I don’t know how Suriel died, and no one told me about that strange hunt, but since becoming the heir to the damn, I think I understand: Suriel is destined to Ushered in his end."

"It’s not because of a certain person, a certain conspiracy, or a certain accident, but because he was sitting in this seat, and even more because Suriel was born in this way. In it, his determination is cold and ambitious. The sign, when he got used to walking in the dark, crooked in tricks, politically back and forth, swung his sword on the battlefield, and climbed the snowy peaks in the wind and frost of the Dragon Kingdom... Then he would die in Zi, Sooner or later, either this time or next time, his lifestyle will one day roll back and devour his life."

Thyls took a deep breath.

Come upside down, devouring life.

Death Crow's comments on Suriel are still vivid, but the quick rope's words gave him more understanding.

"This has nothing to do with your strength, Thales. On the contrary, the greater your strength, the greater your power, the tighter the chain, the deeper the hoops, the more you cannot break free."

Quickline looked at him coldly: "Like our father."

"It's like the current Chaman Rumba."

The room is quiet again.

A corpse and two people with special identities, just like that, were relatively speechless under the moonlight and lights.

"That's it?"

After a while, Thales said bitterly~IndoMTL.com~ Is this why you changed? "

"Is that the whole reason you left?"

Thyls loosened the dagger behind his waist and sighed: "Whether it is King Nunn or Puffett, when they tell me your story, there is always a girl involved."

The fast rope moved slightly.

He left the wall and sat upright unknowingly.

"If I heard it from them," there was a rare smile without haze on Fastrope's face: "Probably nothing good."

Thyls raised his eyebrows: "So?"

The fast rope paused for a while, then looked at Prince Star with a strange look, his tone deep and soft.

"Tyles, you are not old, but... have you ever fallen in love with someone, or have you been loved by someone?"

Just listen to the fast rope lightly said: "Sometimes, the sentimental feelings are more unforgettable."

Thyls just wanted to shake his head.

But at that moment, he thought of a voice.

It was a soft and nice female voice that only appeared in the fragments.

His body stiffened and stopped his shaking his head.

The voice that made him shiver and pain unconsciously every time it appeared.

The voice that he could never remember the owner's name.

She?

Thyls shivered slightly.

"Maybe," Thales subconsciously nodded in a daze: "Maybe it is."

She.

The moonlight shone in the room, as if gently stroking two silent people.

Quickrope watched the prince for a long time, and finally showed a slight smile.

"Good."

Quickline lifted his arms, retracted his gaze from Thales, and looked at the moonlight outside the broken window.

"Whether someone is worried about or is worried about..."

Just listen to him quietly and authentically:

"It's all a kind of happiness."