Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 219: Destiny is poetic

Thyls looked at Falkenhauser’s distant back in disbelief, and listened to the sound of his crutches diminishing until it was invisible.

After a while, the prince let out a sigh of relief.

"Yordel, do you know that guy?"

Thyls grabbed the ancient empire sword Cyril left behind, digesting the shock just now.

A faint word came from the air behind him:

"Unfamiliar."

"Unfamiliar?" Thales frowned.

The young man felt the weight of the "warner", and slowly pulled away its gleaming blade.

Its hilt is extremely long, it can almost be held back and forth with both hands as a great sword or even a spear.

It is slightly lighter than Ricky's "Eternal Truth", yet its center of gravity is equally perfectly balanced.

It is a rare good sword.

But why...

Just to show the outside world, the Duke of the Western Wilderness gave the prince a sword?

"Damn Falkenhauser."

Tyles sighed, looking at the black gem in the center of the sword grid that looked much lower-key than "eternal truth".

"Do you believe what he said?"

Thyls pulled the long-handled sword in his hand and slowly became familiar with this new weapon.

The voice of the mask guard sounded faintly:

"What about you?"

The alerter paused in the air.

Tyles took a deep breath and slowly retracted the sword.

Falkenhauser.

"I always thought he was just an elite monster."

Tyles looked at the Sabreya camp under the window with a misty look.

"Result..."

Thyls is fascinating and authentic:

"It's a boss."

The room was quiet for a moment.

"I don't understand."

Tyles put the long sword on the table, shook his head, and came back to his senses:

"It's nothing, it's a common saying I learned from Exeter."

But this time, Yordel returned quickly:

"There is no such saying in Northland."

Tyles spoke, but he reacted very quickly:

"Ah, you didn't follow me to the Northland..."

But the boy suddenly remembered something.

Wait.

Yordel.

Northland.

Telswood turned around and looked behind him.

"Yordel, when I was in the north."

Thyls is a little hesitant:

"I met the Red Witch Kashan."

There was no answer, Thales could only hear the wind outside the window.

This makes him particularly disturbed.

"She said she belongs to you... and she and the black prophet..."

Thyls raised his head and looked at the empty, unsupported void.

"Is it true?"

There is still no answer.

Thyls exhaled softly.

"Yordel?"

The room is still quiet.

Thyls lowered his head in disappointment, understanding the other party's "silent resistance".

"Well, that's it, just continue to ignore me."

Tyles sat back in his chair listlessly and brought the plate back.

"Cold violence."

He murmured.

This time, the voice of the mask guarding sounded again with a few unnatural trills.

"My background is classified, and I am not honorable."

"I don't want to bother you."

Thyls stopped in mid-air holding the grilled fish.

Not glorious.

It bothers you.

Tyles put down the food in his hand and sighed.

Really.

But...

Why not yourself?

Thyls thought of this, his lips curled.

The next second, Thales turned and looked solemnly at the void.

"No, Yordel."

He said seriously:

"For me, you will never be dishonorable."

The air is as quiet as before.

Thyls did not wait for a response, but was not discouraged.

"More."

The prince smiled:

"You never bothered me."

It is still an embarrassing silence.

But Thales stopped struggling, just laughed at himself, turned around, and continued to deal with his food.

But right now.

"Thank you."

A very light hoarse voice floated from the air.

Like where it was squeezed out, thanks to the senses that Thales has been tempered by the crime of the prison river for years, it will not be missed. .

Talston took a moment, but heard no more.

"Is this over?"

The boy didn't look back, but just shrugged.

As he expected, there was no sound behind him.

Thyls sighed regretfully.

Even if...

Say one more word wow?

Thyls didn't care anymore, he got rid of the grudge in his heart, and focused on the food in front of him.

But it seems that Indifferent God doesn't like to see him eat in peace, Thales only eliminated a few pieces of meat and a few bites of cold porridge, and hurried and uneasy footsteps sounded from the stairs below the room.

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Heavier than Falkenhauser.

Tyles subconsciously held the alerter on the side of the table and heard the door open again with a bang.

A clear and nice, but unceremonious voice suddenly sounded:

"Did you see him?"

He.

It's him again.

Tyles closed his eyes in pain and opened them again.

The prince rubbed his face into a smile, then turned his head on the chair:

"Who?"

Sure enough, stepping in unobtrusive steps, Baron Bladetooth, Lord Roman Williams, carrying a piece of sand (not even taking off the turban), walked into the room of His Royal Highness without any scruples or even aggressively. The subordinates Frank and Snake Hand who were standing by the door were left, including a dozen people behind them trembling, and they did not dare to take a mouthful.

"Who else can?"

Even in the dust, Roman's glorious eyes breathed fire, and he was in a very bad mood.

He looked around the room with his gaze searching for the assassin, and said furiously:

"That ugly old Falkenhauser, who is sour and smelly, is he coming to you? What did he tell you?"

Ugly old stuff covered in sour.

Thyls murmured the name in his heart.

If there is at least one thing in common between the Duke of Western Wilderness and the Baron Bladeya, it must be their perception of each other.

At least they described each other appropriately.

Tyles coughed and put down his weapon:

"Actually, I have nothing with him..."

But before Thales finished speaking, the legendary Wings that had torn off the turban strode forward with a sense of oppression, and suddenly stretched out his hand!

"Pop!"

The prince was stunned.

I saw Roman full of aura of freezing to death, and firmly grasped Thales' left wrist.

Under Thales' surprised gaze, Legend Wings coldly held the hilt of the sword, and drew the blade of the "warner" from Thales' left hand, and then let him go.

Tyles looked at the empty scabbard, his eyebrows twitched.

This...

I saw Roman swaying the long sword back and forth with a murderous expression, and finally fixed his gaze to the rough mark on the bottom of the hilt.

"f."

Roman stared at the engraving and raised his head coldly:

"f, Falkenhauser's'f'."

Talston's head got big when he shook the empty scabbard in his hand:

"Uh, yes, but this"

Roman snorted coldly, not giving him a chance to speak out.

"Good sword."

Just listen to the legendary wings with a deep irony that even Nicolai can hear, saying:

"Good prince."

"I let you live here, but it is convenient for you to give and accept, ask for bribes and accept bribes behind my back?"

Soliciting bribes?

Thyls was taken aback.

He looked at the alerter in Roman's hand, and suddenly he felt unjustified:

"Me"

But the next moment, when Roman's arm moved, sword light pierced him!

Everyone was taken aback!

And Thales only had time to raise the scabbard and stand in front of him.

"唰"

There was a sound of friction between leather and metal, and when Thales recovered, he was surprised to find that the alerter had been perfectly inserted into the scabbard in his hand.

Strictly fit and precise.

This... how did he do it?

Frank and Snake Hand behind Romain were already pale. Both of them stepped into the room with half their feet, arms stretched out, and they kept the expressions of "I don't want your lord" or "That's a prince".

"If you like their gifts so much, Yanxing..."

Roman put down his arm, forced his subordinates' grievances back with his eyes, and then looked at Thales, who was still in shock.

"Then you will get out tomorrow with the lord masters."

"Get out of my territory."

Legendary Wings ruthlessly turned and left.

Thyls looked at the alerter in his hand, but he hasn't recovered:

"But"

Roman's footsteps stopped by the door frame.

"As for you, the unknown."

Legendary Wings never looked back:

"Do you know that when you thought you were hiding there perfectly, the plank was dented obviously?"

Thyls was taken aback and looked at the floor of the room.

But if he hadn't entered the senses of hell, he would never see what was wrong with such a flat floor.

Captain "Freak" at the door, the snake hand also had the same expression.

"And you guys, freaks."

Legendary Wings suddenly turned his head, and the snake hand and the "freaks" behind him trembled with naked eyes.

"I don't care how many soldiers they bring, how noble their status, how many men can fight, let alone how weird this broken tower is, how scared you are, how tired your shifts are."

Thyls can't see Roman's expression, but can feel the chill in that tone:

"Next time, you will let outsiders break into our territory unscrupulously."

"Go back to the prison of bones by yourself."

The snake hand, who wanted to please or justify something, was so frightened that he silenced immediately and stood at attention.

The next second, following the rumbling footsteps, Wings of Legend went downstairs with Frank, who was full of expressions on his own, leaving Snake Hand and others behind to shut the door with a hundredfold respect and caution.

Romain and his guards' footsteps rolled away.

Thyls in the room still maintained the posture of holding the sword, looking ignorant.

Just now...

What happened?

In the ancient ghost prince tower, Roman Williams, who was down the stairs, said nothing, and the guards behind him did not dare to speak out.

Everyone knows that now Wings of Legend is the most difficult time to mess with.

"Frank."

Legend Wings spoke suddenly.

Frank behind him immediately echoed respectfully.

Just listen to Roman coldly:

"Go and tell the noisy nobles that every noble rebel soldier we caught in the camp yesterday...If you don't pay enough compensation, you can never want to get out of prison."

Frank, who was just about to nod his head, was taken aback, but he was embarrassed when he reacted:

"But some of them are heirs of great noble families, and their identities are sensitive..."

But Roman let out a cold snort, and forced his next words back.

"Yes, those people."

Legendary Wings turned a corner of the stairs, cold tunnel:

"The extra charge is twenty times more."

Frank is stuck again.

A few seconds later, Frank sighed:

"Well, they will hate us even more."

Romain's footsteps paused.

The dozens of people behind the Baron stopped all together, as if they had rehearsed thousands of times, their movements were neat and without stagnation.

"Very good."

Legendary Wings cold voice:

"The reason why we can stand here..."

Speaking of this, Roman suddenly raised his head, and walked up the stairs above his head, his eyes frozen in the darkness of the topmost layer:

"It is because they hate us."

Frank was stunned.

But his commander didn't speak any more, just stepped out of the tower.

In the room on the top floor, Thales looked at the door suspiciously, then looked at the sword in his hand awkwardly.

He suddenly had a foreboding that this might be one of Falkenhauser's purposes.

Let everyone see that the prince accepted the gift from the Falkenhauser family.

But by the way, what he said to himself...

[Hold on to it, hold on to your sword. 】

【Don't lose it. 】

After a long while, Thales could only sigh.

That damn, sour, ugly old thing.

Has he always been like this?

What did he say to Prince Hyman back then?

Thinking of this name and the fact that Hyman died here back then, Thales lost his appetite.

Hyman and the Shield of Deception.

What kind of connection do they have?

As for the...Teng?

Who is he?

Tyles' expression paused.

He remembered something.

The prince stood up, walked quickly to his luggage, and searched for it.

A few seconds later, he finally took out the valuable letter paper.

But the moment he opened it, Thales stopped.

"Yordel," Thales took a deep breath, "how much do you know about my fourth uncle, Hyman Star?"

A few seconds later, there was a faint answer as always in the air:

"Unfamiliar."

Good.

Thyls closed his eyes lightly.

"I guess so."

The prince smiled, then opened his eyes.

The next moment, Thales was cautious, but he also did not hesitate to unfold the letter paper that was of special significance to him.

To my angry little cat:

You did not write to me.

After that eight months and twenty-one days ago, after the meeting that was so precious as gold but broke up unhappy.

You may not understand.

You may not understand how I wrote this letter.

As the end of that quarrel.

Yes, cat, you have always been keen and understanding, intuition accurate and hit the nail on the head.

But, my most precious friend and lover, you may not understand what you mean to me.

You turn around and leave, free and easy, arrogant, and sassy.

But took everything from me.

In the past eight months, no matter how urgent official business is, it has become boring and cumbersome, and no matter how exciting life is, it has become boring. The daily friends have become mediocre, even imported wine and hobbies from the Principality of Sera. The talented manuscript also became dull.

Do you know, my dear cat, from swaddling to adult, from prince to viscount.

No one, no one, no one has treated me like this.

Treat Hyman Chan like this.

My father can’t, my mother can’t, Midil can’t, Horace can’t, neither can Bachelor Serome and Grandma Allen, not even grandmother.

Simple, innocent, kind, sincere, and optimistic, they took a lot of things from me.

But they never took everything away.

Everything.

They have never ruthlessly dragged me out of the noble palace and under the gorgeous mask, into the muddy abyss, letting me tear my heart and lungs under the torrential rain and icy moonlight, just because Show that scarred heart in my chest.

Because I don't allow it.

Hyman may not be known for being able to fight.

But believe me, in his heart, he is a fighter who has never surrendered to anyone.

No one can let him bow down and accept defeat.

No one.

Except for you, cat.

You.

Only you.

The emptiness and pain of losing you have been torturing me, torturing me, tearing me apart, and even defeating my pride and dignity, my defense and self, all my pride and self-esteem are unbearable before them. hit.

I'm hysterical like a shameless vulgar man in the market. It is the most contemptuous drama scene I have ever had.

You know, cat, if I want to admit this, it's better to kill me directly.

But those are not important anymore.

Before I met you, I was full of energy and love.

After I was separated from you, I was worthless and complained.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

If in the arrogant indifference, one of us must bow his head first, then I want you to know, cat.

In the days without you, I was in pain and suffering.

I can’t stop missing your heart, I can’t stop writing to you, I can’t brush your reflection in the mirror.

All over my body, the only thing I have the right to dominate is the naive impulse that disregards dignity and dignity, regardless of pride and tradition, and just wants to give up completely and completely fall to you.

Mao, for eight months, I often think:

What brought our differences and discord?

Are they sensitive to each other?

An unblessed future?

A totally different life?

Is it a difficult personality?

Is it the experience of heaven and earth?

It’s like every time we argue about responsibility and freedom, life and love, unity and independence, reality and dreams, when we argue over which rhetoric achievement is higher between Cahir Yeluo and Bosekka Andy , The result is the same.

There is no answer.

Until recently, during the time when turmoil was everywhere, and the kingdom was in desperate decline, I suddenly understood.

I understand what is most important to me and to us in the days without tomorrow.

Just now, the night bugler in the Bladeya camp rang.

But what flashed in my mind was our first meeting.

That night, you pointed your sword at me, with a contemptuous smile that made me unforgettable, and whispered:

This kitten can take out your heart.

You did it.

Cat.

If you don't believe me, my cruel and lovely friend, then gently bow your head.

Now, do you see it?

My one, powerless, bloody, but also sincere without concealment.

It is lying quietly in the palm of your hand.

Lying in the destiny it was destined to fall into.

Willingly.

At this moment, the soldiers and civilians under the watchtower are bustling, but I suddenly understand the meaningless persistence of little Kessel in my opinion.

He loves her, madly in love with that humble and infamous little guard.

He loves her whole person more than everything in the world.

Then he can naturally give up everything for her, risk the world's bad faith, give up a decent marriage promise, give up Canxing’s surname, give up the status of a prince, give up royal property, give up the right to inherit the throne, give up... father The severe love.

In contrast, me, his brother is a coward.

It's me, cat.

It has always been me.

I dragged you down.

It is my unnecessary worries and dignity that have been hindering you and our future.

Mao, you are always free and unfettered, proud, graceful, brave and strong, and you will not hesitate for your goals and do nothing.

As the so-called son of a king, after Shining Stars, I am still depressed, burdened, sensitive and fragile, and worried.

Status, status, age, disparity, the words of the outside world, the decency of the royal family, the responsibility of the prince.

An excuse, everything is an excuse.

I am enjoying the joy of being with you, asking for your consideration and understanding, but I am the only excuse for not willing to make sacrifices.

You are right, cat.

Perhaps splitting the chest, cutting the skull, tearing the skin apart, the Heyman star that really shows in the sun is just a coward who has a false name, has no responsibility, and dare not face his true self.

Now, the information that the desert is urgent, the orcs and the desolate people gather abnormally is on my desktop.

But I can't miss the time we spent together all these years.

I miss your light footsteps, your moving voice, your timeless poems, your innocent smile, beautiful lips and clear eyes.

And your figure in the forest, dancing under the moon.

I can speak eloquently in the face of the most dangerous enemies, talk sensibly and calmly in front of the most cunning profiteers, and act calmly in the most critical situations.

But I can’t, I can’t stay strong in the letter I wrote for you, and feel confident. At this moment, even the tip of my pen is shaking, and my handwriting is as ugly as an orc painting.

But I see, cat.

You gave me the most precious opportunity to discover the truest me.

My world is meaningful only if it is related to you.

But when I think that I will lose you because of a meaningless or perhaps not so meaningless quarrel, my heart can't help but feel like a knife cut.

You are like the rain falling from the sky, washing away all my filth, purging my obscure disguise, and watering all my madness.

What would I be like without you?

No.

I can't imagine it anymore.

So I understand, cat.

I love you.

There are no conditions. Regardless of the cost. No turning back.

Leave it alone, don’t have it.

Nothing.

Looking at the gradually dazzling, but still maintaining a different aesthetic of handwriting, Thales, who was reading the letter silently, couldn't help but notice that between these few lines, the ink was a little dissolving, as if it was stained...

Tears.

Thyls was in a trance for a few seconds, and read on.

But.

Maybe you don't understand, but at the risk of angering you again, my cat.

Besides you and me, in this dirty world, I have one more thing to do.

The last one.

I know that when we are with each other, I shouldn’t pollute your eyes and ears with my annoying mundane things. I also know that you’re tired of me working on boring government affairs, and I know you’ve never been used to it. I'm worried and worried about everything.

Sorry.

But since you left, I have no one to talk to.

I can’t tell you how difficult it is now.

Blood kinship, family, kingdom, politics, history, and the future, everything is intertwined, cannot be freed, cannot be struggling.

Sorry, cat, I love you.

But I can't just walk away, in their most desperate moment.

I want to beg you to forgive me, my cat, my love, the blood of my heart, my natural sin, the source of my madness.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for walking into the bottomless whirlpool personally, and even disregarding our already dawning future.

But as you said, you love me, not my skin and flesh, not my poetry, nor my status.

It's the light that loves the depths of my soul.

Now, that light suddenly flickered.

It tells me what to do.

After finishing, my cat, no matter how heavy the shackles of the cruel reality are on us, no matter how difficult each other’s identities will leave us, no matter what father’s answer to our love, Whether destiny will bless or curse our union.

None of it matters anymore.

Anyway, in the history of the family, we have never been the only ones who arrogantly offend the gods, and the gods have never tolerated us ~ IndoMTL.com~ I love you, cat.

Forever.

Wait for me.

Waiting for me to settle everything in this suffocating whirlpool and pay off my debts.

Wait for me.

The one who loves you and hopes is also the one you love

hn Can Star

On the evening of the 19th, at the campsite of Yiya

【Fate is like a poem, how do you know the rhyme? 】

Furthermore: I will ask Roman to deliver this letter. Since the unfortunate death of Tylenol, whom you are familiar with, he has been my most reliable messenger. He is familiar with the route to the half-tower with a bad temper, and sometimes a little skinny.

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