Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 178: XX film

"Your grandmother has received a letter, and she wants you to go back. {}{}{[}"

Father's words sounded in the dormitory room, and the familiar tone made people couldn't help but sit tightly.

"What?" he asked subconsciously.

Although he has gradually become familiar with the weekly report and his father's tone of business affairs is also accustomed, but after the routine report, he can't help but stunned when he hears his father's "unprofessional" words like this.

The guard room is located on the remote side of the Fuxing Palace. Compared with the noisy gate of the King’s Road and the hall of stars, it’s not noisy or quiet, and the atmosphere is just right.

Father spoke lightly, with a hoarse tone:

"Your cousin is not in good health. In fact, he is very bad."

"He has trouble managing the fief and needs help."

Grandma, cousin.

These two long unheard nouns echoed, leaving him in a daze.

As if going back to the long past.

Helper?

But he just changed his mind instinctively and spoke without hesitation:

"No, I won't go back."

Hearing his answer, the father behind the table folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair amid the light sound of his armor, his eyes burning, revealing the majesty he had cultivated over the years.

This made him a little nervous—he hadn't been alone with his father without a third person for a long time, and talked about housework.

But my father didn't frown, let alone a hint of hesitation, as if he had expected his answer long ago.

"Your grandmother meant that if your cousin had something to say... the fief and title of the family need to be inherited." Father said softly.

It made him frowned.

Fiefs and titles...

Someone needs to inherit...

He frowned instinctively, then snorted, trying to suppress the disdain in his words:

"They would not be so kind, what about the conditions?"

My father still looks as usual. I don't know if it was his years of professional life that made him moody, or because he knew too much about himself.

Just listen to my father saying indifferently:

"The condition is that you want to marry your cousin, which is your grandmother's grand niece."

"Give birth to an heir with her to maintain the relationship between the two families."

Marry... the cousin's widow?

Hearing this, he raised his brows slightly, and found with satisfaction that he had found a reason for his disdain.

Sure enough.

"I see," he also folded his arms, with a slight contempt in his nasal voice:

"Tell them I will not go back."

In response to his refusal, his father nodded without surprise, as if what he had just refused was not the inheritance of a noble title, but just "not going home for dinner tonight".

Father's gaze shifted to his bandaged fingers.

This time, the former frowned literally:

"Are you still practicing that set of swordsmanship?"

He lowered his arms subconsciously, but temporarily changed his movements before hiding them behind his back, naturally assuming a posture supporting the arm of the chair.

He nodded, trying to answer in the least caring tone:

"Yes."

But not only did the father's brows not stretched, but the frowning became tighter:

"Do you think you have a chance to defeat him in the next knight match, at least to be equal and not to lose the wind?"

This sentence made his heart tense.

Beat him.

Beat him.

He!

Yes, that's it, beat him! Like the Northlander—he wanted to say so, in a confident, relaxed, and calm tone.

But for some reason, he temporarily changed his tone before speaking out, his tone a little darker:

"By then, it will be clear."

Father was silent for a while, but his eyes remained fixed on him.

It makes him very uncomfortable.

"I think you should know that skill is not the only criterion in the selection of the watchman." Father said slowly, his eyebrows not relaxing.

An ominous premonition struck me.

He changed his sitting position unnaturally:

"I know."

Father still looks at him steadily:

"But even so, you are not optimistic on the Watchman's competition list."

There seemed to be a string in his heart, which stretched tightly.

"Sac'el has the best martial arts and is trusted by His Majesty. Nolan Nur has the entire Northern Territory and good popularity as a backing. Tony is the person who Captain Cullen is optimistic, and Cox's battlefield command and experience It is highly appreciated and recommended by Prince Horace."

"They are all popular candidates."

Father watched him, telling every word of things that everyone knows, like a seal, engraved into his heart.

"But you, all you have is a father like me."

I don't know if it was an illusion. At the same time as this sentence, he seemed to hear his father exhale gently from his nose.

He was a little bored, his father's gaze forced him to look away and look away:

"I know."

But my father doesn't seem to let him go:

"In the guard, people from the same family usually do not hold important positions at the same time, especially positions like deputy guard captain and watchman."

Father's tone is unnoticeably sad:

"You will most likely lose the election."

His breathing stagnated for a moment, and it was only a few seconds later that he could recover:

"I know."

Father finally averted his gaze and looked at the door of the duty room.

"But you still want to stubbornly give it a try?"

For some reason, facing such a father, although he frowned, he was somewhat unspeakably relaxed.

"Yes."

He lowered his arm and stayed still for a few seconds before finally breathing in and replied:

"I want to give it a try after all."

This time, my father was silent for a long time, and even the not-relaxing atmosphere in the duty room became solemn.

For a long time, when he frowned, wondering if he should cut in to say goodbye...

"You know, the Royal Guard is not only a guard who guards the king's left and right, but also a contract, an idea, and a tradition."

Father breathed out slowly, but instead of looking at him, he looked at the wall of the duty room.

There, a schedule with the names of the members of the guard is in sight: Cullen, Allende, Barney, Tardin, Gals, Talen, Dustan, Norfolk, Godwin, Connie , Javier, Naki...

He didn't know why his father mentioned this, but his father's eyes seemed a little deep.

"Since the era of the Fuxing King, the powerful aristocrats have sent their blood, regardless of the eldest son, the second son, and the side branch of the main line. They guard the king, cultivate the relationship with the royal family, and win the trust of the Fuxing Palace. In order to maintain the tacit agreement with the vassal family and ensure their influence on the subordinate fiefdom."

Father sighed, his voice was a bit unusual, less tough, and a bit more helpless:

"In a sense, for hundreds of years, the royal guards have been the epitome of the kingdom's territory—from the six giants to the thirteen noble families, from the star seven servants to the new nobles, the rise and fall of many families, large and small, have reflected Where."

He frowned fiercely, foreseeing that today's father is somewhat unusual.

Since childhood, my father has been very serious.

It's never been like this...speaking hard?

"Sir," he frowned at his father, subconsciously shouting the most used title:

"What on earth do you want to say?"

It seems that he was called back by this "sir", and my father paused. ..

When he spoke again, he had already recovered to the tough officer he was used to.

"I know you have a bad impression of your family, and your relationship with your cousin is bad."

Father looks at him again, sits with a serious face, his tone is serious:

"But, if you go home, get a promise from your grandmother and cousin, so that your majesty will know: you are likely to inherit the title and fief from your cousin..."

He felt cold.

This is it again?

Inheritance?

Father continued to speak, telling the whole story blankly:

"That way, at least when considering the candidate for the watchman, your majesty will look at you differently: I think he would prefer that the person in charge of the kingdom's land for him be a loyal and loyal guard minister."

"Even, I can resign and retire, which may increase your chances."

Really.

Just do this, just accept... my chances will increase greatly.

He sighed silently,

A faint disappointment came to my heart.

For so many years, he and his father are certainly not models of filial piety and kindness...

But at least, he thought his father's perception of that piece of land, those memories, and those people should be consistent with him.

But...

"That's how you want me to go back and inherit the family?"

He spoke silently, with alienation and hostility that surprised even himself.

But he didn't want to take back this emotion, but let it slowly ferment and turn into icy words:

"Go back and inherit the so-called "family" that forced our family to be displaced, caused my mother to die midway, and caused my sister to die early without medicine?"

In his cold snort, it was as if someone had opened a winter window.

Let the opposite father suddenly turn into a terrible ice sculpture.

Only a pair of eyes remain, aggressive.

"It has nothing to do with them." After a long while, my father replied stiffly.

"What is that for?"

He replied unceremoniously.

"If it has nothing to do with them, why bother with me? Why don't you just go back and inherit the title yourself, marry that young and beautiful wife yourself, and become a good son of your grandmother and a good minister of your majesty? "

Boom!

A loud noise.

He silently watched his father's fist hit the arm of the chair.

The atmosphere became tense and depressed.

He found that they were both gasping for each other.

And my father, like the past hundreds of times, stared at him coldly with the look of the officer training recruits, as if he was about to take out the whip next moment.

This time, he held his head high and looked at the chief without flinching.

After a while, the father with his cheek twitched out of his teeth:

"Because you are my blood."

Father let out a breath.

For some reason, my father slowly eased his stiff face, loosened his tight tone, and rarely looked away.

"I think it should be your choice."

"My son." The father said stiffly.

He trembled slightly.

Son?

It's strange.

This is not him.

He looked at his father in front of him, silently.

For many years, whether in public or private, his tough, stubborn father has always referred to his name or job title.

He hasn't called himself that way for a long time since his mother passed away.

My son?

This left him at a loss as to how to face it: he was ready to be full of anger as he used to, but now he couldn't find his opponent to vent.

In the end, he could only force himself to give a cold snort and turn his head disdainfully:

"So we still can't escape, right."

"Even if I moved out of the family fief, came to the royal capital, entered the royal guard, and was self-reliant for so many years," he glanced at the shift schedule on the wall, contemptuously:

"But we are still like animals in the wilderness sheltering from rain, no matter where we go, there is that dark cloud over our heads."

Father looked at him silently, sighed, and his tone was tired:

"No, we can't escape."

The father and son were silent for a while.

"You have two choices: accept the terms of your grandmother and cousin, you can win a decent title and fief, and even become the next watchman, or even the captain of the guard." Finally, my father breathed a sigh of relief and spoke again. Perhaps because of staying up all night, there is inevitable fatigue in the voice:

"Or you can refuse..."

Father's words were interrupted by him.

"I refuse, I don't care about that title and title."

He is categorical, unquestionably authentic, and stares at his father without showing any weakness.

"I will not go back."

"I don't even want to have anything to do with them."

The so-called family that is so black.

He thought coldly.

Father frowned: "Even if this means that you are likely to lose the watchman's competition, you will be a little one for the rest of your life..."

"Yes."

He answered without hesitation.

This time, my father looked at him for a long, long time.

My father's eyes were easier several times, and his mood was unclear.

And he looked at each other calmly, unwavering.

Finally, his father looked away.

"Very well," my father hummed softly, his voice was much lighter:

"Then don't go back."

This surprised him.

In my memory, when the two got angry with each other, his father had never given up so quickly.

He can only put his arms back together, trying to dispel the anger that has nowhere to vent, feeling that today's air is particularly not suitable for him.

The two seemed a little embarrassed and were silent for a few seconds.

"Okay."

Father cleared his throat.

"Then, today's report is over, you can go," the father sat upright and said lightly:

"Quil Barney Vanguard Officer."

In an instant, his father's expression returned to coldness.

He could hardly believe that the tired father who just called his son was the same person as the cold and indifferent solemn officer now.

He stood up stiffly, feeling the unresolved disdain and resentment inside his body again.

"Okay," he also returned to his most accustomed tone, glanced at his father for the last time before leaving the duty room, and came to the door coldly:

"Sir, Deputy Guard Captain Quail Barney."

Click.

The door of the duty room suddenly closed, awakening Barney from the vague memories!

He gradually regained consciousness and felt himself moving.

"Thank the sunset, you are better--I thought we were going to lose you."

This is Nakey's voice, with a faint joy, dimly like coming from a distance, not real.

Lost me?

Is he still doing it?

Little Barney tried to open his eyes, but groaned in pain.

His eyes hurt, and he shed tears when he opened it, and there was a strange buzzing sound in his ears.

What's going on...

"Naki, let me down..."

He reluctantly opened his eyes, and could only see a vague light and shadow, vaguely a small team of several people, groping forward in the firelight.

And he is in it, being supported by Nagi, staggering.

"No, I don't think you are standing firm now, sir." Naki's voice was a little tired and his steps were not very steady.

Little Barney shook his head vigorously. Although his tinnitus has not been relieved and his eyes are still painful, his mind has recovered a little, and he can vaguely see Belletti's back layer upon layer, swayingly walking forward. .

He remembered something.

Bone Prison, Thaker, and...

Alchemy ball.

"Where are we? Hell River?" Barney accidentally stepped on a gravel, staggering.

A somewhat unfamiliar and familiar voice of a teenager came from behind weakly:

"Of course not."

"Go to Hell River, you have to take a boat..."

Little Barney frowned, extracting a person's name from the slowly recovering memory.

It's him.

Without waiting for him to look back, the master of the voice walked upside-down.

It was a poor, embarrassed, blood-stained teenager with a scary red and swollen cheek.

He put his left hand on the shoulders of a red-haired young man with an impatient face, and limped with a smooth silver sword in his right hand:

"How is he?"

After hearing the boy's words, Naki frowned, turned to Barney, and shook his hand:

"Can you see me clearly, Barney? Little Barney? Little Bunny Barney? How many fingers do I have now?"

Damn it.

This poor-mouthed guy...

Wait for me to recover...

Little Barney blinked desperately. He still couldn't get rid of the fuzzy ghost in his sight, but he saw Naki after all.

"Four."

He snorted softly, and said in a bad mood: "But..."

"Are you talking about the one on the left or the one on the right?"

Naki raised his eyebrows, put away his two fingers, and gave a happy "um".

He patted Barney's arm, turned to the boy, and bared his teeth happily:

"It's okay, he's fine."

The boy also raised his eyebrows and turned his head.

Shente is "very good".

Just now.

"Wow!"

Ahead, the person supported by Belletti suddenly speaks loudly, surprised and delighted:

"I think I can hear the sound!"

The loudness of the sound, it pierced the passage, stimulated the eardrums, and shocked everyone.

An uproar broke out in the passage, most of which were complaining in dissatisfaction and grief.

"My God told him to shut up..."

"Stun this bastard..."

"Woohoo..."

"Chopped him..."

However, Tardin, who was supported by Belletti, continued to shout happily:

"Hey, Nakey, great poet, just say something! I think my hearing is recovering!"

His voice grew louder.

The whole team slumped like an earthquake.

Barney and Naki beside him shook violently:

"Damn it, keep your voice down, Tardin! My ears hurt when you talk..."

But Tardin seemed unconscious:

"Huh?"

He turned his head back with a puzzled look, and exaggerated his mouth:

"What did you say? What hurts? Can you speak louder?"

The reverberation around the beam is deafening.

The crowd was wailing again.

"Don't talk to me!"

Naki covered his ears in pain, and his voice became louder:

"I still have ghost images when I see things, and I hit the wall when I walk..."

The more Barney listened, the more irritable he got, but he slowly relaxed.

They are all here.

"Quiet."

Little Barney realized that his sense of balance was recovering, so he slowly stepped on his feet and slightly removed the weight from Nakey’s shoulders:

"What happened?"

Little Barney knew who to ask, he turned directly to the boy beside him:

"Your Highness, that alchemy ball..."

"What's the matter?"

On his side, his eyes were also blurred, and the grinning Thales Canxing yawned in agony, looked at the "Huiya" next to him, and smiled awkwardly at him.

"That's..."

Thyls paused.

"You saw it," Thales shrugged his shoulders, and the sudden movement made both the fast rope and him sway, hurriedly holding on to the wall so as not to fall:

"That alchemy ball is..."

Tyles searched his stomach, racked his brains, and finally found a word that is approximately easy to understand:

"How to say...Flash bomb?"

Flash...

Barney was silent, chewing the word for a while.

"Flash Bomb?"

Tyles frowned, looked at and shook his head, like a group of drunks helping each other back home from the royal guard, and said:

"More than flashes."

"Maybe there are some shocking sound effects... It took me several minutes to recover my hearing, and it is still buzzing...

And that light...

Tyles closed his eyes in annoyance.

Although the eyes are covered in advance, it still hurts......

Little Barney pondered for a while, then asked the question he cared most:

"Where is he?"

The team fell silent.

They knew what he wanted to ask.

Thyls glanced at Barney lightly, seeing anxiety and longing on his face.

Little Barney had a foreboding.

"Tell me, what about him?"

The pioneer officer frowned: "Did you kill him?"

"Barney, that..."

Naki said embarrassingly: "Uh, Zachelta..."

Little Barney hurriedly asked:

"What happened to him?"

The team was silent for a while, after all, Belletti spoke up.

"Let's put it this way," the penalty officer's calm words sounded, from time to time, and it seemed that he did not recover from the shock of the alchemy ball:

"Sacker's perception and attention are more sensitive and concentrated than ours..."

"After he lost his sight and hearing, he was more affected than anyone else, yelling into the air..."

Little Barney feels that something is wrong, so she throws away these details and asks directly:

"Did you kill him?"

The whole team was stagnated by him.

Semir at the forefront coughed and spoke lightly:

"He is mad-but his fighting instincts have increased unabated, and he is more aggressive, slashing wildly with his weapon."

Semir took a breath, seeming to relieve the painful eardrum:

"You should see what he was like at that time, looking for every living creature desperately, trying to chop everything within two meters into pieces. Naki tried to get close, and he almost had his head cut off. ……"

Semuel patted the **** bandage on his left arm and sighed.

Little Barney paused, gritted his teeth:

"Remote?"

Belleti shook her head and said softly:

"Tried."

"That guy, Tardin's counterfeit nephew, remember? He tried to shoot an arrow from a distance, towards his head, not knowing why it missed it, only the shoulder."

Tyles felt Barney’s eyes shoot towards him, and the fast rope that supported him winced and the cat lowered his body and bowed his head, as if he wanted to put his entire head into Tyles’ arms. in.

Beletti sighed:

"Sachel felt the pain, touched the direction of the arrow, and fled back into the darkness."

Little Barney's expression froze.

"Tell me," after a long while, Barney Jr. fixedly looked at the darkness under his feet and said in a daze:

"You killed him."

No one spoke, and Thales was one step behind him subconsciously.

Many members of the guard also bowed their heads.

Little Barney exhaled heavily and gritted his teeth:

"Why?"

He chopped his feet fiercely, and Naki was swaying from one side:

"Why... why didn't you catch up and kill him!"

The tone is bitter and loud.

The fragile eardrum that shook everyone was another pain.

"Barney!"

Beletti said calmly:

"The power of that alchemy ball is extraordinary, and we have been affected a lot."

Many people, including Fastrope, subconsciously stared at Thales, causing the prince to raise his eyebrows.

What is my business?

"For several minutes, all of us were deaf. It seemed that someone was blowing a conch in our head. If there is a balance problem, we will get crooked when we stand up and walk three steps..."

Beletti sighed:

"Even though our situation is better than that of Saker, it took a long time to get up and escape down here."

Barney looked at Belletti in disbelief and then at the others, but many people turned their heads under his gaze.

"Don't worry," Semir whispered:

"Sac'el's perception is more sensitive than we are, and he is more affected. I guess he needs more time than us to recover, and may not be able to fully recover."

"At least we are still alive."

Barney fell silent, lowered his head silently, and the whole team continued to advance slowly.

"Where did that come from?"

Just when Thales thought everything was over, Barney Jr. suddenly said:

"Alchemy Ball?"

Tyles' eyelids twitched and looked at the fast rope.

This...

How do you say?

"The Star Royal Family, there is always some inventory..." Thales huffed...

Little Barney frowned:

"Why not use it earlier? Or just give it to us?"

Thyls frowned, then let go again, confidently and confidently:

"Isn't it the best time to release it at the moment of his concentration?"

"If I wait until Saker sees it and I throw it out again, I don't think it will be so effective."

Will I tell you because I forgot it before?

Fortunately, Barney pondered for a while, then stopped asking.

Thyls withdrew his sad eyes,

Furthermore, including Thacker and Fast Rope, always thought this was a powerful explosive alchemy ball, just like the one used by Raphael in the secret passage of Dragon City.

But in fact...

"Hey, how do you know that this alchemy ball only has flashes and sounds?"

Sure enough, Quickrope stabbed him in the ribs restlessly, and whispered:

"When the drill was taken out, it clearly said..."

Thyls sighed inwardly.

Look, this is his biggest concern.

"I just know," Thales Mimi smiled, shrugged with an "I know well" look:

"I know this thing is not fatal."

Quick rope frowned upon seeing this.

"But what if it is the kind of explosion? It should be noted that there is no obvious mark on the alchemy ball, there are only a few people..."

The rookie mercenary looked at him dissatisfied:

"Years ago, I saw one..."

Thyls coughed and stopped the topic decisively:

"It's not."

"The Royal Family of Can Star has a long history, and there are ways to identify alchemy balls."

He smiled mysteriously:

"It's like our blood is golden..."

Quickline showed a disgusting expression of "don't tell me," and turned around boredly.

Thyls was relieved.

Yes, facing this drill to threaten him and Thacker's alchemy ball, he was trembling at first.

But all the mystery was revealed when he found an anchor and sensibly went out of control.

In that magical state, Thales clearly saw the inner layer of the alchemy ball:

That is a mass of rotating energy.

At that time, he knew from time to time: The rotating energy inside was actually very empty, and even if all of it was released, it would blow away a few feet of dust around...

More importantly...

There is no obvious mark?

In fact~IndoMTL.com~When Thales’ eyes penetrated through the covering and the interlayer, he found that in the inner circle covered with the metal shell, which was invisible to the mysterious alchemy ball, engraved a few words that he was half-baked Modern Imperial Chinese:

[Blinding bright light + film]

[Alchemy Tower, Battle Mage Produced, No. ee09-8-7, producer: First division, d · e · Surrey Dayton]

[Used to suppress perception, suppression, etc.]

[Unity, only for use in the tower, exporting is strictly prohibited, the prohibited scope includes but not limited to the tower of soul, the church of the gods, the third ring, the gate of hell, the temple of knights, the empire and]

This strange line of text contains a huge amount of information, such as the last name of its creator.

There are also many unfamiliar words in it, but they are enough to make Thales understand its function.

So, it came in handy when I thought of something to pin down the perceptual Saker.

Quick rope frowned, thoughtfully:

"So, I just threatened you with a fake chip and dumped us around?"

"It looks like it is."

Thyls shook his head annoyedly when he thought of that cunning drill:

"It's actually true, I should have thought of it long ago."

"How can someone like him have the courage to die together..."

Just now.

Step on, step on...

Thyls was the first to be surprised.

Under the poison of that mysterious "film," everyone's consciousness recovery rate was at different rates, and they helped each other to move forward.

But at this moment, almost everyone is nervous!

Step, step, step...

Just listen to the undisguised footsteps in the dark passage behind the team.

Step, step, step...

Get closer.