Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 216: Power comes from violence (Part 1)

A monster.

Monsters that feed on power.

The figure that hadn't been seen for a long time appeared involuntarily in Thales' mind.

The figure holding a scepter, wearing a crown, and named father, but majestic and inaccessible.

The prince pondered for a few seconds.

"You don't like the current situation of the Western Wilderness, and don't want to forget the past Western Wilderness. The Western Wilderness that belonged only to Falkenhauser in the past?"

"So you hope to'do something' on me."

The prince raised his head and looked at Cyril, his tone became alert:

"You know."

"Six years ago, when I left Wing Star City, someone said something similar to me."

The Duke of Western Wilderness stared at Thales for a few seconds, then smiled.

"No, Your Highness."

Falkenhauser breathed out slowly and turned to face the window:

"Don't think of me as an old-fashioned person who clings to the traditional rules, or a fool who is obsessed with the glory of the past and refuses to open his eyes to the future-although many of my peers are such people."

Thyls hummed softly:

"What makes you different from them?"

This time, Cyril was silent for a long time.

He just remained motionless, condescendingly watching the bustling scene of the camp under the window.

"Why, Thales?"

Finally, the Duke of Western Wilderness said with emotion:

"Why are we able to rule this land?"

The wary Star Prince frowned.

Just listen to the ruler of the Falkenhauser family slowly saying:

"Whether I am now ruling the Western Wilderness as a duke, or you will be crowned as a king and rule the entire world of stars?"

"Enjoy everything above human beings?"

The theme of Cyril jumps too fast, and it hides the front of the machine, coupled with Ruoyoruowu's acrimony, makes Thales, who are used to the people in the North, extremely uncomfortable.

"Because we, as rulers, are wise enough to be unparalleled in strategy?"

"Still brave like a Northlander, dare to be the first?"

The Duke stood in front of the window, silhouetted against his skinny figure, firmly anchored on the ground.

"Or is it because you have a kind heart and care for the people?"

"Or is the ancestor glory passed from generation to generation?"

Cyrill's words turned around, revealing his favorite ironic tone:

"Is it possible that the fate is indeed surrendered, and everyone hopes..."

"And those things that flow in your veins can really—shiny?"

The Duke spoke half-heartedly as he always did, staring at him with a playful look, as if waiting for something.

The boy was silent for several seconds.

Finally, Thales sighed deeply.

"From the beginning to the present...Who actually taught you to talk like this, Duke Falkenhauser? Does he teach fools?"

What?

Cyril's smile stagnated.

I saw Thales shrugging helplessly after sighing:

"You know, I didn't realize until today: I hate rhetorical questions so much."

Rhetorical questions?

The Duke's expression became more confused.

But the prince stopped following Cyril's words, but looked at him indifferently:

"A little tip, the unpopular Duke."

"Whether discussing or negotiating, the strange rhetorical question of Yin and Yang seems to enhance your tone, but in fact it can only make you look like an entertaining clown who slaps your head and sensationalizes: it not only uses your tone to highlight your self-righteousness, but also conveys effective information. No help."

Falkenhauser's face slowly stiffened as he listened to Thales' expressionless answer.

"If you have the answer, say it in a positive sentence. If you don’t approve it, say it with a'no'—because no one is interested in understanding what you say in rhetorical rhetoric except to instigate emotions What kind of **** content is it?"

Tyles finished speaking and pierced his dagger to the head of the bed.

The room has been quiet for a long time.

For a while, only the cold wind can be heard.

Cyril glared at Thales as if he had met him for the first time.

The corners of the Duke’s lips were raised and lowered a few times, he was hesitant to speak, and he was quite at a loss.

Thyls folded his arms like a okay person, with an innocent look, tilted his head and flat his mouth, waiting for the other person's answer.

Finally, Cyril closed his eyes and lowered his head, sighing long:

"This is why I don't like Northlanders."

"No," but Thales raised his eyebrows and took his words:

"This is just why you are not welcome."

Cyril had another meal, speechless for a while.

"Go on, why do we rule?"

Tyles, who was finally comfortable with his words, exhaled. He sat on the bed, leaned against the wall, and said with satisfaction:

"Don't let me interrupt you."

Cyril sighed slightly in his heart.

Didn't you interrupt it long ago.

The Duke was silent for a while before speaking again:

"In fact, I don’t think we ruled for the above reasons, Thales. Not at all."

Tyles’ heavy words sounded again:

"Very good!"

Cyril stopped again.

"I'm very happy: we finally started talking."

I saw Thales raised his index finger to him with a comfortable look: "It's not difficult to speak well, isn't it?"

"Keep it up."

Cyril, who had just brewed a good mood, was choked again for a while.

The Duke sighed slowly: He began to realize that the young man in front of him was no longer the illegitimate child who clenched his fist, blushed and forced himself to be a prince six years ago, and behaved in front of a group of lords.

He is Thales Star.

The stars beyond the sky.

Thinking of this, the Duke gently turned sideways, a cold gleam reflected on his ugly face.

"Prince Thales."

"In my opinion, the real rule of this land, the rule of this kingdom, and even the whole world, makes countless people willing to obey us-it is habit."

"Habit, habit..." Thales chewed Cyril's words and suddenly understood something.

After regaining the right to speak by surprise, he began to slowly grasp the erratic axis of the other party's seemingly random conversation.

However, at this time, Cyril leaned on his cane instead, pacing the room one after another.

"Men are accustomed to going out to support their families, women are accustomed to bringing children at home, businessmen are accustomed to back and forth dumping goods, peasants are accustomed to paying taxes and serving, nobles are accustomed to governance, sacrifices are accustomed to gods..."

"The army is accustomed to violence, officials are accustomed to orders, authors are accustomed to delaying changes, lords are accustomed to arrogance, and kings are accustomed to occupying the throne..."

"People are used to paying for things, they are accustomed to being punished for doing bad things, they are used to bowing their heads in the face of death, and they are used to nodding in the face of vitality..."

The Duke speaks quickly, like his steps, like climbing a mountain with no peak in sight:

As if in a daze, Cyril brushed his left hand lightly across the old wall, but his expression became serious.

This caused Thales to straighten up unknowingly.

"Habits, that's what they—every creature we rule—see with their own eyes when they were born in the womb, what the world looks like;"

"That is what they have repeated and practiced in their limited time and life, the established world of this world;"

"That is how they subconsciously respect, imitate, and be convinced after witnessing the actions and reactions of countless others."

At this moment, the Duke of Western Wilderness who was pressing on the wall with one hand suddenly raised his head!

"Thyls!"

The boy was taken aback.

I saw Cyril staring at him coldly.

"People obey our rule, respect our position, and be loyal to our identity, not because of how great we are, not because we are noble by birth, not because of how much we are intimidated by grace, not because we are governed by the people. , Not because your blood is shining if gifted by God!"

"It's because-they are used to it!"

The cold wind that seeped into the room from the window made the Duke's fur robe and hair fluttering, making it even more so that the image of Cyril Falkenhaus at this moment was strange and chilling.

Tyles swallowed his throat subconsciously, he had no time to deal with the instinctive irony in the duke's tone.

Cyril squinted his eyes, but the sharp gaze shot through the gap of the eye did not weaken by half.

"Since they opened their eyes to see the world on the first day, their grandparents did this, their parents did the same, and their peers did it, so they themselves are also used to it. Do it, and persuade their next generation to do the same as them."

Thyls frowned slowly.

"And this group of people showed the habits they were accustomed to, and another group of people—whether they were children, elders, relatives, neighbors, strangers or masters, servants, peers, subordinates and subordinates— Day after day, year after year."

Cyril stopped where he was, but his tone became heavier and deeper, as if he was telling the most terrifying and chilling ghost story.

"Until everyone, including you and me, disgusted with strangeness, disgusted with abnormalities, and developed inertia, they realized this truth: what is against habit is abnormal and needs to be eliminated."

Tyles' expression grew tighter.

"So these habits spread more widely, cultivated deeper, more serious and more commonplace, until we call them..."

Cyril's tone revealed an unprecedented dignity and gloom:

"Order."

A gust of cold wind blows in, making Thales wince, but the light outside the window can't give him any warmth.

Thyls suddenly felt that the room at the top of the tower was so cold.

It's like...

Fuxing Palace in memory.

"Do you understand what I mean, Your Royal Highness."

Cyril's words reverberated, pulling him back to the present from elsewhere.

"In my opinion, this is the only, fragile, and pitiful, but also eternal, strong, and profound that maintains our rule."

"And those who want to shake these habits, shake these orders..."

Cyril sneered slightly:

"All are terrible."

I want to shake these habits, shake these orders...

Thyls couldn't help but raised his eyebrows and hummed softly:

"For example, this time, what did Legend Wings do to Bladeya Camp?"

The Duke's voice paused for a second.

"No."

"It's not only so small, it's not just so close, it's not just so light."

Just listen to Falkenhauser's voice lowering, as if it contains a sigh of centuries:

"For example, we all know that from a long, long time ago, a certain superior of the stars, no, maybe several superiors in successive generations, they sprinkled the bait of kingship, and put thousands of subordinates Who became the enemy of the lords."

This sentence strained Thales' nerves.

The bait of kingship.

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt this way: Cyril Falkenhauser, an unwelcome man who behaved strangely and spoke outrageously, his purpose today is not just to win the first The second prince.

The prince became more serious.

"Through the ladder of kingship, they slowly climbed up, fighting back and forth with us, the uncles of Xinjiang."

Cyril slowly walked back to the window and looked at the desert camp under the window again:

"So, the rise and fall of families for hundreds of years, the rotation of nobles, the ups and downs of countless people, the impermanence of life and death, and finally the kingdom today."

The Duke’s voice was low and vague, but it was beyond doubt.

"For hundreds of years, from the succession of the family, the rise of the title, the determination of taxation, the appointment and removal of officials, the judgment of the law, to the mobilization of the army, the Fuxing Palace has been step-by-step but unstoppable. The way is gentle and slow, but resolutely, grabbed from the hands of the lords."

Hearing this, Thales couldn't help but think of the scene where he spoke generously in front of five grand princes-and a female grand prince-on the night of Dragon Blood six years ago, telling the status quo of the stars.

I also remembered the story he heard not long ago that was dictated by the old men of the Royal Guard.

The rise and fall of the family for hundreds of years, the nobles take turns...

The fate of countless people is ups and downs, life and death are impermanent...

Thyls was thoughtful, without speaking.

"You know, although every step of the two sides is clearly seen," Cyril leaned forward, as if to take a closer look at the scenery under the window, "but what really makes the chess game interesting... …In the number of steps that can be seen clearly, but there are countless possibilities."

It's like looking at his chessboard.

"Take one step and look at ten moves-each piece you move is not only related to the chessboard at the moment, but the chess game of several steps, dozens of moves, or even hundreds of moves thereafter."

"Thus making it impossible for opponents after a hundred moves to parry, and throw in the ball-this is far more interesting than face-to-face, fist-to-fist contest."

For some reason, Thales suddenly thought of Black Sword when he heard this.

The young man remembered the man's battle with Giza, and the Black Sword led him into the encirclement of Kilika the Hydra.

From the initial breakthrough position to the choice of the breakthrough route, Black Sword has calculated all the factors of the battle from the first step, so as to move towards victory step by step.

He is like a... chess player who treats battle as a chess game.

Cyrill's voice is calm, and his thin hair shakes with his robe in the cold wind:

"Quietly but quietly settles down, spring breeze turns rain and autumn harvests tens of thousands-this is the clever way of'Xianjun', isn't it."

Xianjun.

Thyls was slightly startled.

"Xianjun?" He repeated it subconsciously.

Cyril suddenly turned around, revealing a frowning "humorous" smile, and his tone returned to his usual "kindness":

"Why, do you think that for so many years, from that ridiculous country meeting to the **** Royal Bank, especially those of us in it, no matter how stupid and dull we are, nobody really can tell Right?"

Tyles' heart sank.

The Duke raised his head and squinted his eyes:

"Like me, many of us know it well."

"I just can't do anything."

Knowing well.

I can do nothing.

Thyls took a deep breath.

He couldn't help but think of Rumba's sorrowful expression when he mentioned Xianjun in the carriage.

Once a game is set, a century of chess game.

Tyles' eyebrows become more frowning and tighten.

"Why, why is this expression?"

The Duke looked at the scenery under the window, quite casually:

"The old crow said in the letter that you are quite interested in Xianjun, aren't you?"

Thyls shook his head:

"I just..."

The prince's words stopped abruptly.

Wait.

Thyls realized something, his eyes widened suddenly!

"Old Crow?"

The prince suddenly raised his head and lost his voice:

"Do you know him?"

"Know him? Huh, Prince Thales..."

Cyril's laughter followed the sound of the wind.

"When Meri Hickser set off from Dragon Kiss, passed the Lost Sea of ​​the Three Kingdoms into the realm of stars, and then traveled thousands of miles north to Exeter, who do you think he was escorted by soldiers through the desert?"

Thyls was stunned.

Merry Hexer, crossing the desert, heading north to Exeter...

But, how did the Duke of the West Wilderness of the Stars and the Gerontology of the Duchy of Enronzo meet?

Cyril seemed to feel his doubts.

The Duke let out a long sigh, a few misses in his unpleasant voice:

"When I was young and stubborn, I had a special bachelor teacher from Longqindi."

Thyls' ears moved.

Speaking of which, the Duke shook his head and chuckled:

"Uncle found out that his bachelor's qualifications were forged, and in his anger he stripped Hexer all up and threw it into the desert-ah, the nostalgic youth."

Tyles blinked, and it took a few seconds to sort out the cause and effect.

That said.

The guardian duke of the Western Wilderness, and the old crow Hexer...

The surprise on Thales's face became more apparent.

Putila said that the old man had been a teacher for many big people.

It doesn't seem to be...

Bag?

"I and you, Your Royal Highness, we are connected to each other in many invisible places."

The Duke of Western Wilderness's laughter grew louder and louder until he turned from the window.

Just listen to Cyril as if to speak casually:

"As for you just asked, who taught me to talk like this, and did he teach stupid people..."

Duke Falkenhauser narrowed his eyes slowly.

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt a bit stiff in his face.

Boom!

Cyril's crutches banged heavily on the ground.

"I think, of course Hexer taught idiots...what do you think?"

The Duke squinted his eyes and stared straight at Thales, revealing unconcealable malice:

"Your Highness?"

At that moment, the air in the room seemed to be frozen.

Faced with this unanswerable question, it took a long while for Thales to pull his flies-eaten expression on his face, barely showing an awkward smile.

Fuck it.

With the sight of the Duke of the Western Wilds looking at revenge, Thales changed the subject with difficulty:

"I probably know what you want to do."

Thyls raised his head.

He began to get used to the other party's seemingly inattentive, but in fact Ji Feng's hidden conversation characteristics.

"Facing the Fuxing Palace, there is nothing you can do, so you count on me and a new king to change the kingdom from the throne?"

But to his surprise, Falkenhauser shook his head again.

"First of all, it's not'us', it's just me."

Thyls was slightly stunned.

"Secondly, change the kingdom? No," the Duke whispered:

"With or without you, the kingdom is always changing."

Cyrillic walked around the wall again, turning and pacing, tapping the furnishings in the room with his right hand from time to time, as if he was thinking of something:

"To be precise, the whole world is changing, not just at this moment, not just a hundred years ago, not just six hundred years ago."

The eyes of the Duke of Western Wilderness flashed:

"From the beginning of the forced mobilization of the lords of the nation by John the Black Eye, with the power of the king, to the promulgation of the "Inheritance Act" by the "Broken Vessel" Sumer II, and the "cutting" Tormund IV. The priest of the setting sun, the'creditor' Elan III passed the king's tax law."

"Until the unprecedented reform of "Xianjun" Mindis III, and the move of "Poet" Eddie I to summon the princes to stay in Yongxing City."

The owner of the Falkenhauser put down his right hand, turned around again, facing Thales with a deep look:

"Even today, your father's iron-fisted rule that almost aroused public outrage."

"The world is changing every minute and every second, not for the wise men."

Thyls was uncomfortable with him, and he couldn't help but hug his arms tighter.

From John Black Eye, the second-generation king of the stars, to King Kessel V, he suddenly discovered that the historical span that Cyril mentioned was far beyond what Rumba mentioned in the Palace of the Heroes in Longxiao City. .

It's not just Xianjun.

It's not just... Kessel.

"It changes every minute and every second... This sounds familiar."

The prince sighed:

"You are probably really a student of Old Crow."

Cyril hummed softly upon hearing this:

"Hickser, he opened my eyes, my mind, and my heart."

But his eyes changed immediately:

"But what about you? His Royal Highness Thales, heir to the kingdom?"

"Have you opened them?"

The two were silent for a while.

"If I opened them, what do you want me to see?"

Tyles lowered his expression and spoke slowly.

Cyril didn't laugh.

He just looked at Thales seriously.

It seems he is waiting for this moment.

"The country six years ago was a conference, prince," just listen to Falkenhauser whispered:

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Six years ago.

The country is a conference.

Thyls remembered the meeting that decided his fate again, and he couldn't help lowering his arms.

But the young man did not interpret much, he just answered briefly and carefully:

"My father won."

Cyril snorted coldly.

"Yes, your father won."

"He won a complete victory, not only in a conference, but also in the entire country, in the 18 years since he desperately crowned the king."

Thyls clenched his fists.

"But..."

Sure enough, the Duke of the Western Wilderness turned his words, his words became short and rapid, ups and downs.

"The conspiracy was revealed, and the backbone was lost. The Northland was resting, but do you think those people from the Northland who came from the same origin as Exter are convinced and relieved?"

Northern.

Thyls thinks of Miranda Allende, who had a "prison friendship" with him.

"The girl with the blade collar may rely on the king's power, but don't forget, it is the Blade Province, which has been famous for bandits since the imperial period, and the rebellion of the Scarlet Year is even more self-evident."

Blade collar.

The blurry face of the blade-leader Duchess, Leona Turbach, flashed through Thales's heart.

"The cliffs have long been unable to hold back, and they are ready to move-you must know that Gust Nantriste is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

The cliff.

Thyls' eyes floated with a one-eyed but aggressive face.

"As for us in the Western Wilderness," Falkenhauser paid attention to Thales's expression, his ugly face showed deep fear:

"Look at the things that have been experienced in the Bladeya camp these days, the prince, and then tell me: What will the Fuxing Palace gain from the lords of the Western Wilderness below me?"

"Those vassals in my name, in front of Wings of Legend, will they shiver, or will they bite their teeth and hide their hatred?"

Thyles couldn't help taking a deep breath when thinking of the arrogance and domineering that Roman faced-almost everyone.

"You are talking about these actions of my father," the prince hadn't waited a long time, seriously considering what the Duke said:

"Will it eventually lead to unmanageable chaos?"

"Even with his wrist?"

Cyril shook his head. At this moment, the Duke of Western Wilderness has rarely lost his humorous (not aware of current affairs?) attitude, and his tone is gloomy:

"How can you understand that the height of your father's wrist has nothing to do with the result of his arbitrarily heading?"

"And it’s not just him, there are countless people—whether they are on the side of the king like a royalist, or those who are on the opposite side of him like Gusd, their intensifying conflicts will bring about Unforeseen consequences."

Thyls gritted his teeth lightly.

In his long-term impression, his father, Kessel V, was the one who had the upper hand in the political struggle of the kingdom and firmly suppressed his opponent.

But what Falkenhaus says...

Does it really make sense?

Cyril let out a long breath, put down his inconvenient left foot, and pressed his hands on the crutches.

"Perhaps the time when the lords dominate one side and the kingdoms are lined with princes is slowly passing away, it is a trend and inevitable," the Duke thoughtfully:

"Maybe this is the menacing trend of the stars, which never ceases."

"And any act of blocking it without self-reliance is futile and stupid."

But Falkenhauser finally raised his head and looked at the same pensive prince with piercing eyes:

"But again, anyone is impatient and wants to use the general trend to fuel the flames, compress time, speed up the progress, so as to see the end of their hearts as soon as possible-such behavior is just as stupid."

I am impatient.

Just as stupid.

Thyls didn't speak.

I don’t know if he listened to Thales’ advice, Cyril kept his seriousness at the moment:

"Governing a country has never seen immediate results. Even if you are as wise and wise as a'wise king', you must be careful to complete the game. The effect of a century: you can't hold the mind of'finishing all your efforts in one battle', being rude and arbitrary and shortsighted Decide the fate of thousands of people."

He sighed:

"Just like'Blade King' Tormund II,'Eagle Talon' Kessel III, and'Red King' John II, their biographies seem to have made great achievements in warfare, but they are actually buried deep."

"This can only be worse."

Falkenhauser closed his mouth and fell into contemplation. He stood there, letting the cold wind blow on his leather robe.

It seems that the military exploits are so great, but the root of the disaster is deeply buried.

For some reason, Thales suddenly thought of King Nunn.

And after the death of the born king, the city of Longxiao was rebellious and surrounded by enemies, and the palace of the heroic spirit was unstable and precarious.

There is also the poor girl who sits tremblingly in the Grand Duke's seat, unable to even put the'Triumphal' ring on her thumb.

Thyls was silent for a long time before he hummed softly:

"My father would not like to hear this."

Cyrill raised his eyes:

"So you don't have to talk to him."

"Unless you reach the day you can mention it."

Thyls tried his best to ignore the hidden meaning in the other party's words and said:

"But you also said that the menacing trend never ceases. Anything to stop it is futile and stupid."

"If, if all of this is just an obstacle that must be overcome..."

"Is it just the way to the summit?"

After hearing this, Cyril was silent at first, then sneered in response.

"Just?"

The Duke raised his cane again and limped close to Thales.

But Thales felt that ~IndoMTL.com~ the terrible face of the Duke of the West was not so unacceptable.

"Be careful with your words, Thales, I believe the old crow has warned us."

I saw Cyril Falkenhauser look solemn:

"Don't let the superior arrogance ruin you—whether that arrogance comes from the comfort of sitting on the throne, or the frivolous pride when looking down on the history books."

Feeling the firmness in the other's tone, Thales couldn't help tensing his body.

"As for the obstacles that must be overcome and the only way to the summit, you must know..."

In the cold wind, with the sharp eyes and sharp voice of the guardian duke of the Western Wilderness, Thales came under two-way pressure:

"When dawn is approaching, the darkness is especially terrible."

"The damage was violent before the storm left."

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