Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 218: The third party

The prince and the duke, both were silent for a while.

"So this is your purpose today."

Tyles pulled out the dagger stuck on the head of the bed, threw a flower in the air, and grasped the handle accurately during the turning of the blade. After numerous fights, this kind of action became Become more skilled and simple.

Looking at the prince's behavior, Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thyls picked up the tip of the blade and pondered for a while:

"Do you want to draw me to join you and become a third party outside of the two camps. Between the whip of the rider and the hooves of the fierce horse, you can hold the fast-running carriage of the stars?"

A third party.

At that moment, it was as if the clouds on the horizon blocked the sun, and the room dimmed.

The Duke of Western Wilderness pressed his hands on the crutch again.

"The fierce horse will not succumb to the iron whip, and the rider will not give up whipping," his eyes were sharp:

"The people in the carriage, no matter who it is, can't sit and wait for it to fall apart."

Thyls flicked the blade between his fingers lightly.

"So."

Thyls snorted and pointed the tip of the blade to the Duke impolitely:

"All of this, including your inexplicable appearance, which is also to intimidate alarmist talkers, and the elders who are focused and angry. Is this just for this moment?"

Thyls stared at Cyril with a smile.

Cyril looked at him for a while and hummed softly.

"Do you think I'll bring a 14-year-old kid in the street and tell him this?"

Cyril said coldly:

"If I can’t confirm what kind of person you are first, if you are just an incompetent soft guy with good eyes and low greed and fear of death, if you are just an impulsive kid who has been nurtured by Yankees, if you are just An idiot who thinks he knows the truth of the universe after reading several history books..."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

The Duke squinted at him, disdainfully said:

"Then you are not worthy of me to say so much."

The boy was slightly surprised.

Tyles exhaled and tucked the dagger back under the pillow:

"You know, if you want to compliment me, you can actually use some better words."

Seeing that the Duke of West Wilderness opened his lips as if missing a piece of flesh, he gave a gloomy smile, speaking like a corpse.

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of beautiful words in your ears. The return of the prince is the most important thing that shakes the stars, and countless lights will focus on you."

I saw Cyril squinting his eyes:

"But you have to be more careful and vigilant."

"The powerful aristocratic lords will rush to find you, win over the prince who has not returned to the country for a long time, and try their best to win you to their side and turn you into a vanguard against the Palace of Revival."

Falkenhauser’s tone changed:

"Before accepting their kindness, please remember: They are only opposed to your father, but they are by no means true to you."

Thyls was silent.

He suddenly thought of the fast rope.

【The chains of power. 】

How does he do it... a different way of living?

Thinking of this, Thales took a deep breath and raised his head:

"They will not succeed."

Kill Cyril shook his head disdainfully:

"When I say'winner,' I mean more than just knocking on the door and giving gifts."

Tyles frowned and sneered at him:

"Of course, maybe it also includes drawing a sword to intimidate, and then tell me'Can't the carriage fall apart"?"

This time it was Cyril's turn to be silent.

A few seconds later, the Duke said quietly:

"You know, some words are nothing but nonsense for most people in the world."

Talston was at a loss.

Cyril hummed softly:

"Remember what I said today."

He stretched out his finger and shook his mouth:

"All."

Cyril’s eyes were gleaming:

"In case you can use it someday."

He paused for a second, and raised his lips somewhat evilly:

"All."

Thyls stared at the Duke like this, feeling uncomfortable.

But Cyril quickly changed the subject:

"You have to be more careful with your father than these."

Father.

Tyles' nerves slowly tightened.

The strong figure in his mind reappeared, reminding him of the suffocation when facing each other.

The Duke’s voice echoed in his ears, with a different meaning:

"As you grow older, maybe he will realize that you are no longer the poor child, maybe he will also try to win over you as a father and control you with the power of the king."

"But..."

Falkenhauser's tone changed again, but he suddenly fell silent, and the surroundings seemed to have entered a cloudy sky for an instant, raining.

He stared at Thales closely, his horrible face and cold eyes made him feel tight.

"When Exter changed drastically six years ago, when King Nunn VII passed away and the news of the political reshuffle of the Northern Territory came to the stars, all were shocked."

The Duke’s tone and rhythm became heavy and slow, reminding Thales of Putila when he was telling the bard:

"Who would have thought that a few months ago, our old bones were still in panic, lest the jealous Yankees go south again."

Cyril exhaled lightly and pointed at Thales:

"But some people, some people just took a single tap, and stabbed the impossibly overbearing and aggressive dragon kingdom into a riddled state, and they were overwhelmed."

"Do you know what that means?"

Unmatched and aggressive...

Breaks and scars, overwhelmed with care...

What does it mean?

Thyls couldn't help but think of the nightmare in Longxiao City.

Dragon blood.

He looked at Cyril who pointed at him, and unnaturally cleared his throat:

"You look at me too high."

The prince sighed:

"Six years ago, it was just an accident, and even a tragedy, and I have no credit for it..."

Cyril interrupted him coldly: "I didn't say it was your credit."

"Be less affectionate."

Thyls choked on this sentence, and his face became quite ugly.

The unpopular Duke snorted coldly:

"As I said, from the battle of the end to the **** years, Falkenhauser has followed the stars since ancient times."

He pointed to the ancient imperial sword leaning against the wall.

"In the past seven hundred years, the alerter has witnessed a lot of history," Cyril was extremely solemn:

"More than you think."

Thyls felt Cyril's cold eyes, and an ominous premonition came.

"So I know."

Just listen to the Lord Duke whispered:

"The so-called "disaster comes to the world" in Longxiao City is definitely not an accident or a rare coincidence."

Disaster comes to the world.

No accident.

At that moment, Thales pressed his thigh tightly.

Fortunately, Cyril did not look at him again.

Master Duke paced to the window and looked at the camp quietly:

"Although they are cleverly concealed and blurred each time they appear, rendered and whitewashed, and then extended over time, they will eventually become hearsay and bedtime stories of passersby..."

"But I know that they exist and are real."

Existing, and real.

Tyls let out a sigh of relief.

He breathed deeply, covering up the emotional changes.

Cyrill's voice is getting sharper and more urgent:

"And every time they appear, they are inseparable from our world."

The next moment, the guardian duke of the Western Wilderness turned around abruptly, his eyes shot directly at Thales!

"No matter what happens in Longxiao City, it is your father who did it."

He is decisive:

"He and Morat's old viper, somehow."

Your father did it.

Thyls looked back at the other side quietly, enduring the **** memories that rolled back and forth in his mind.

But no matter how he ignores it, he can't help but think of those pictures:

The blue light in Ashida's eyes, the purple lines on Giza's face, the tears between her head and cheeks, the scarred body of the black sword, the weird mouth on Raphael's arm.

And...

The head of King Nunn that fell on the ground.

"Your father's chessboard is cold and merciless, and you don't know what his next move will be."

"Is it ignoring the rules or overturning the board."

At this time, the duke's face is serious and his tone is cold:

"Child, be strong."

"Don't become a **** at will."

Do whatever you want.

sacrifice at will.

Feeling the obvious provocation from the other party, Thales took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"I am his heir, and my interests are consistent with him."

The prince's tone was quite refusing.

"My safety is related to the stability of his rule."

"And he is my father."

But this is just another sneer from Cyril:

"Who knows."

Duke Falkenhaus said coldly:

"Four hundred years ago,'King of Ascending' Elan Canxing I killed his sons and sacrificed to gods in order to pray for victory."

Kill the son and sacrifice to the god.

Tyles' breathing was stagnant, and his fists were clenched.

The Duke looked into the distance with a long tone:

"And every day, your father is creating new history."

Tyles closed his eyes.

"Your father and his enemies..."

"Six years ago, because of your appearance, the first round of victory or defeat was divided."

"But six years later, from the day you return home, the second round will begin."

The Duke’s tone is a bit scary:

"And that will never be easier."

The room fell silent again.

Until Thales opened his eyes slowly.

"So, Your Excellency, the Duke, is neither a nobleman nor a third party loyal to the royal power."

Cyril narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt that the prince at this moment was a little different.

"If that day does come," Thales looked straight at him:

"Can I count on your strength?"

The two were silent for a while.

As if they all know what such a moment means.

A few seconds later, the Duke spoke slowly, without a smile on his face:

"If I were a one-eyed dragon on the cliff, I would say ‘Yes’."

Thyls sneered in his nose:

"But you are not."

The Duke nodded slowly, then shook his head:

"I am not."

The prince sighed lightly.

Of course.

He understands.

But Thales immediately thought of something and chuckled.

"Did you know that people in the North don't ask if you can't."

The prince’s tone is quite nostalgic:

"They only ask ‘do or not’."

The Duke couldn't help being startled.

But a few seconds later, Falkenhauser chuckled slightly:

"Sometimes I am very grateful to the people in the North-even if I don't have a brain anymore, at least I have raised an interesting prince for us."

Thyls also laughed:

"This is the third time you have scolded them. Why do you hate the Northlanders so much?"

The Duke of Cyril paused for a moment, his expression complicated.

"Because my mother-in-law is from the North."

Thyls froze for a moment.

Your Excellency the Duke looked at Thales and gestured his finger pretentiously: "Give you a piece of advice..."

"Don't follow me."

After saying this, Thales didn't wait for a stunned reaction, and the Duke of Western Wilderness laughed out loud.

Amidst the other's sharp and mean laughter, Thales' face gradually cooled.

"How do I make sure?"

The duke's laughter stopped abruptly.

The prince stared at Cyril closely, with full caution in his words:

"The third party--even though you are talking about it, how can I know that you don't just want to push me to the forefront of the struggle and use me as a shield and a siege hammer?"

The room was quiet for a moment.

Until Falkenhauser let out a sigh of relief, as if he had figured out something.

He sneered and looked at Thales again:

"A year ago, when you were still making a snowman in Longxiao City..."

"Your father wrote in secret, asking us to mobilize the army to rescue his heir to the throne and return to the country."

Thyls's thoughts are weak:

A year ago?

The prince returns home. How long has this game been laid out?

Cyrillic seemed to be in a trance, and went on:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness--my vassals thought they had seized a rare opportunity. They took the opportunity to make things difficult for extortion, and wanted to return to the blade camp under the royal family's escrow. Your Majesty happily agreed."

Speaking of this, Duke Falkenhausen's eyes wink:

"But one of my courtiers once discouraged me from sending troops. He thought it was a trap of malicious intent."

Thyls frowned.

The Duke looked coldly at the Yaga camp under the window and turned around suddenly.

"But Falkenhauser still sent troops."

"Even if I know there is a problem."

"Do you know why?"

Thyls stared at him silently for a few seconds, looking away.

"You said it."

The prince looked away, slightly ironic:

"In the face of vassals, you don't want to be the target of the people who replaced the king and prevented the princes from regaining power, and fell on both sides."

He sneered:

"For example, now, aren't you just being pushed out by them to find your place? A third party?"

This time, Falkenhauser looked at him for a long time.

"No."

The Duke speaks slowly

"Because..."

"From the ruthless King to the fanatical princes of the Western Wilds, I am the only one among the participants in this power game."

The only one?

Thyls was slightly taken aback.

"When Wings of Legend and my vassals are staring at the Sabreya camp, no one cares about the business in the desert, no one cares about the heir to the kingdom who should be the protagonist..."

Cyril slowly became serious:

"I am the only one who believes..."

"I believe that compared to the ownership of the Yaga camp, compared to the power of the nobles, compared to the success or failure of your majesty..."

The Duke lowered his back, almost put his head on the cane, and glanced at Thales from a distance. The right hand on the cane pointed straight at the second prince:

"Rescue you, rescue Prince Thales Brightstar back home safely."

"This is what everyone should really care about-the first priority."

Thyls looked at Falkenhauser blankly, feeling mixed.

Cyril straightened up, concealing Cai's oldness and haggard.

His eyes are sharp, as if they can penetrate everything.

"All right."

Tyles speaks hard:

"You are not bad at talking beautifully..."

But the Duke spoke again and interrupted him!

"So!"

"I prevented some lords from secretly leaking the news to Exeter, preventing you from returning home."

Cyril raised his voice.

Thyls was taken aback.

The Duke’s tone became melodious, greatly reducing the sharpness of his voice:

“That’s why Baron Guz led the most efficient Ravenwhistle Qingqi, violating the orders of his immediate superiors, and sparing no effort to search for you, even the orcs.”

Thyls didn't react for a moment.

But he quickly realized what was wrong.

Baron Gutz.

Crow Whistle Qingqi.

The familiar terms make Thales look up suddenly!

"Who?"

He stared at Cyril hard:

"Who are you talking about?"

But Falkenhauser just looked at him with interest.

Two seconds later, the Duke seemed to appreciate Thales's expression enough, and then he said slowly:

"So..."

"You and your caravan, after you have separated from the strange Kandal Nushan in the desert, will you be able to reach the Bladeya camp without any hindrance."

Tyles' thinking paused for a moment.

Caravan.

Kandar Nushan.

A smooth journey without hindrance...

Not possible.

Thyls looked at the indifferent Duke dumbfounded:

"How do you know--"

But Thales lowered his head and bit the next words.

He remembered.

"Baron Gutz."

Tales subconsciously and authentically:

"I met in the desert, the commander who chased the orcs with the freak squad..."

Tyles raised his head and looked straight at Cyril, but couldn't hide the surprise in his tone:

"Is he yours?"

Cyril chuckled lightly, confident and relaxed.

"Before he was made the Baron of Emory Town under the Chroma family, Van Cleef Guzzi was my courtier."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Until Thales let out a hard breath.

"So..."

He asked in disbelief:

"Whether I met an army in the desert or I entered the Sabreya camp, you always...know?"

Moreover.

If the baron is his, he heard it in my pub...

The Duke laughed disturbingly.

"More than just."

At that moment, Cyril's gloomy sneer sounded very grim:

"I also know that the readily available camp of Bladeya is full of ominousness. I know that there must be something strange about the movement of the royal standing army. I know that Williams' mercenary doglegs are about to move. I also know the orcs Guzzi encountered in the desert. It is by no means a coincidence."

The Duke's words are like a steel knife, reflecting sharp cold light.

What did he say?

Tyles breathed suspiciously.

The Bladeya camp is full of ominous.

The movement of the standing army.

The mercenary dogs are ready to move.

The orcs are no coincidence.

This information, this information...

This means...

Thyls frowned and looked at the Duke:

"You all know...but you didn't show up, didn't come to me, and didn't intervene in the camp's struggle. When Legend Wings regained the camp, you didn't help the lords of the Western Desolation. You just, just... …"

Cyril let out a breath of relief:

"I just asked Gutz to flee far away after making sure you enter the camp. I just let the Falkenhausen Skull Guards rotate out early, away from the center of the whirlpool, and away from the trap of catching turtles in the urn."

"Let that **** Williams finish his hunt."

Thyls couldn't help but ask:

"Why?"

"Before everything started, you obviously had the intelligence and ability to reverse the situation, but you were sitting and watching the conflict between the royal family and the Western Wilds, and watching your vassals...heavily lost?"

The Duke of Western Wilderness smiled.

"Because this conflict is necessary, and it can only end in this way."

Cyril looked at the Sabreya camp outside the window, seemingly thinking:

"The princes of the Western Wilderness lost this round, lost their troops and prestige, and had a humiliated face; Your Majesty won this round and saved the camp of Bladeya and beat his opponent."

"Both sides are just going back to the previous situation."

Thyls thought, and suddenly figured it out.

Sure enough, Cyril turned around:

"But imagine if I succeeded in interfering in this easy game of your Majesty, driving away the royal standing army, saving the princes from the loss, and helping them regain control of the western front... Then Xihuang next , What are the consequences?"

Thyls sighed.

The Duke continued:

"My stupid vassals, will they be satisfied when they are satisfied, or will they have to work harder?"

"And someone like your father will accept reality and give up, or after admiring me and Xihuang's strength..."

Cyril's tone became terrible:

"Go all out, give it back a hundred times?"

The Duke sneered.

"That's the problem..."

Falkenhauser’s ugly face shows a deep gully:

"Will the ruins become the next cold castle or the next Dragon City?"

"Sometimes, doing nothing is the best choice."

Thyls leaned firmly against the wall.

The Duke’s words were very light, but it made him feel heavy.

He had just returned from the Northland, and he was accustomed to the Yankee's style of inconsistent fights and intimidation—at least for the nobles.

But after today, he suddenly understood a lot.

The implementation of the Star Kingdom is another set of game rules.

Another...the shackles of power.

The prince's eyes darkened.

"Now, is this enough to prove it?"

Cyril said coldly:

"I am neither the nobleman in your mind, nor your father."

"It's in the colosseum where you live and die in the stars. It's really the third party."

A third party.

Thyls closed his eyes tightly.

The silence lasted for almost thirty seconds.

Until Cyril slowly said:

"Well, Williams is probably back from patrol, I don't want to meet him-Go He can't do him."

Tyles opened his eyes and watched the Lord Duke bow slightly to him:

"Good conversation-you can continue your lunch."

Thyls sighed with complicated thoughts and greeted him.

Boom, boom, boom.

While the leather robe was floating, the Duke of Western Wilderness turned around with a mysterious smile and walked to the door.

But Thales saw something.

"My lord, you forgot your sword!"

The prince frowned and pointed to the beautifully curved ancient empire sword-the warning man.

Boom.

The Duke's cane gave a halt on the ground.

But contrary to Thales's expectation, Cyril had another word.

"No!"

The Duke of Western Wilderness turned around and said coldly:

"It was you who forgot your sword~IndoMTL.com~Tels was stunned.

I saw Cyril squinted and pointed to the ancient imperial sword by the wall:

"From now on, the alerter is yours."

Thyls was stunned.

"Hold on to it, hold on to your sword."

Just listen to the guardian duke of the Western Wilderness, Cyril Falkenhauser of the Four-eyed Skull Family seems to have a profound meaning:

"Don't lose it."

After speaking, the Duke turned and stepped out of the door.

His last words came from outside the room:

"Also, say hello to the Cato kid for me-if he is not dead yet."

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