Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 222: Your Majesty’s Gift

The setting sun goes down.

　　 Thales rode on a new saddle, shiny coat, and moved slowly, all the way east.

　　 He crossed the shoulders of the sentry rider and stared at the weeds and smoke in the distance, silently.

　　 The land here is different. It is different from the Northland and the desert. It is wetter, more fertile, and flatter—the power that never gets lost allows him to know this information in the dark.

　　"Your riding skills are very good, your lord, not inferior to skilled cavalry."

　　 The prince who was immersed in "Never Lost" was awakened by the sudden sound and turned back quickly.

　　 "Earl Chroma."

　　 Horseshoes were rolling, and I saw the Earl of Wingburg, Dre Chroma carrying the horse halter, accelerated past several guards, and came to the prince’s mount. The guards dispersed wittily and left them to the earl. A certain space with the prince.

　　 The freaks who should have guarded him close to him were separated from the guards of the "crows". The snake hand looked a little uncomfortable, but he who didn't dare to offend the earl could only bow his head and mutter.

　　"In this era, at your age, many prominent nobles, even if they can ride in a proper posture, can hardly hold on for so long on horseback."

　　 Count Delek is calm and authentic.

　　 It has been more than ten hours since their team left the camp in a mighty manner. Except for a lunch break on the way, the well-trained Crow Whistle light riders moved fast and moved forward.

　　 Thales squeezed his leg, rolled his eyes and glanced at Deler's calf on the stirrup, feeling that the other party's riding posture had not changed much.

　　 "Hold on for so long" on horseback?

　　The prince raised his eyebrows secretly: You are complimenting yourself.

　　 The long journey has made Thales’ thighs and waist start to sore, and now this kind of horseshoes that allows him to watch the scenery safely is a kind of rest.

　　Only listen to Earl Wingbao continue to express with emotion:

　　"The military training of the northerners is really extraordinary."

　　 Thales nodded politely and laughed twice:

　　 "Thank you."

　　 As for the training of the northerners...

　　 You should ask the meteorite and the dead crow.

　　 The former taught him how to ride a "normal" horse on the back of a "normal" horse, which is a happy thing.

　　The latter taught him how to be able to "normally" ride on horseback by fleeing for several days and years, how happy it is.

　　 Recalling bitterness and sweetness, Thales sighed slightly.

　　 As expected, people are forced out.

　　 But then again, from Nicolai, Monti to the former black sand collar Tuleha...

　　 When he thought of his trip to the Northland, three of the famous Exter Five generals could not get through with him, Thales felt helpless, he was probably the worst in the world—cough cough— —The second unlucky person.

　　 By the way, how did Yodel keep up?

　　 will not be behind which horse's ass?

　　 "I finally saw the land other than the yellow sand, right?"

　　Earl Dele seems to intend to take advantage of this time to talk to Thales for a while.

　　 "When I was serving on the border, I stayed in the desert for a few weeks before coming out." Dele looked at the wild grassland and the smoke from the village in the distance and smiled slightly:

　　 "Even a little green can make me excited."

　　 Thales took over the conversation half wisely and half sincerely:

　　 "Is it right."

　　 "This feels really good."

　　 After six years of wandering in a foreign land, he saw different landscapes and people again. This was the first time Thales realized that he was neither in the dry and cold north, nor in the desert full of yellow sand. .

　　He is in the Star Kingdom.

　　 A strange and familiar feeling hit my heart.

　　Noting where Thales’ gaze was, Dele pointed to the small houses at the end of his gaze:

　　"These small villages belong to the town of Grace. It is our supply site today, not far ahead. It is the town farthest to the west from the Western Wilderness and the nearest to the blade Ya camp. The western frontline provides back-up and protection."

　　Genci Town.

　　Deler's commentary aroused Thales' long-lost interest-those moments of unimaginable leisure when there is danger in the front and chasing soldiers in the back.

　　 "And we will turn to the Avenue of Gifts there-the road to the gallop will be much easier." Dele clearly understood the prince's emotions and continued his explanation.

　　 "Avenue of Gifts?"

　　 "When I was in the Northland, I read it in a book," Thales tried his best to look forward, trying to see the road in the distance:

　　"But it's the first time to leave."

Count 　　 Delek laughed:

　　 "Then I believe that personal experience is more interesting than what I read in books."

　　 However, the next second, when Thales’ eyes touched the distant horizon, a strange feeling came.

　　 After a burst of undetectable tinnitus, a broad, flat, and hard plane appeared on the front and appeared in his consciousness.

　　 Thales closed his eyes instinctively, only feeling that the plane stretched eastward until he touched a cold, damp, chaotic, huge, endless liquid wall.

　　 Avenue of Grace.

　　"It may not be the first time."

　　德勒's words interrupted the prince's travel in the world of consciousness, and he drew a horizontal line in the air:

　　"Enci Avenue is centered on Yongxing City, extending from east to west, connecting the ruins, Yibao and even Enci Town to the west, and to the east directly to the Seven Ports of the East China Sea headed by Huigang City."

　　 Delek smiled slightly and joked:

　　"So, if you have ever set foot in Everstar City, you will be considered to have walked the Avenue of Gifts."

　　 Thales also laughed:

　　 "Thank you, and your comfort."

　　 Dele nodded:

　　 "Plus the King's Avenue that also passes through the Star City and runs from the north to the south. These two avenues complement each other, connecting countless towns and castles along the way, and dredging the geographical blood of the kingdom. It is what merchants call the "Star Cross"."

　　King’s Avenue.

　　 Star Cross.

　　 Thales raised his eyebrows:

　　 "King’s Avenue, I really have been there. Six years ago, when I went north to Exeter—I also know that it passed through a large birch forest to the Broken Dragon Fortress."

　　The memories of the past came, and Thales couldn't help but wonder.

　　"This is possible thanks to your ancestor, Tormund III, who encouraged pioneering at the beginning of the second century. It was his policy of encouraging pioneering that allowed him and the following generations of kings to rebuild the old roads of the imperial era. ."

　　 Deler stretched out his hand and motioned around:

　　"In order to express gratitude and gain support, the first nobles here named this border town, which was threatened by the desert, as ‘Your Majesty’s Gift’."

　　Tormund’s gift.

　　"Very smart," Thales looked with interest at the looming villages in the distance:

　　"When facing foreign enemies, ‘one piece of land has fallen’ and ‘Your Majesty’s gift has fallen’, or is the latter more powerful for Fuxing Palace, right?"

　　 Deller nodded, he turned his head and scanned the way he came:

　　 "Exactly."

　　"At that time, the Western Wilderness was not a good place, not to mention that the blade camp was still an unknown sand thief’s nest in the desert. Even the ruins that were built for a hundred years were nothing more than the kingdom’s alienated land— This is evident from its naming."

　　 Thales' eyes rolled.

　　 Ruins.

　　Which lord with a brain would name his own city "ruins"?

　　 Dele looked at the village retreating in sight, with a little more emotion:

　　"In history, the ruling family of Grace Township was easier for several times because of extinction and marriage."

　　"Now, its owner is the Hermann family, they are the vassals of the ruins, and their ancestors are the blood branch of the Falkenhauser family. They are even different from the family tree of Bozdorf and our Kromah. Less intersection."

　　Kadler’s tone is slightly dark:

　　"But their glory is gone, the current Viscount of Grace Town even has to borrow money."

　　 Thales frowned and turned back:

　　 "Investment? Why?"

　　The mount continued to move forward with the team, and from time to time there was reconnaissance to open the way or to protect the sentry behind to pass by, bringing a powerful and powerful transmission sound.

　　 Delek's gaze floated into the distance, and he suddenly saw it.

　　 "Because of the war."

　　 Thales' eyes moved:

　　"The Year of Blood?"

　　Dele stared at Thales closely, lifted the horse's rein, and moved forward with him.

　　 "Yes."

　　"But more than just."

　　He fixedly looked at Thales:

　　"Eleven years ago, in order to regain justice in the **** years, the kingdom decided to expedition to the desert."

　　 Expedition to the desert.

　　 Thales thought:

　　 "You mean the desert war, and the battle to clean up after that?"

　　 Delek raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, he immediately apologized:

　　 "Oh, I almost forgot, of course you know. You were raised by Viscount Mann, and he was sacrificed in that war."

　　 Thales' face stiffened.

　　 No, I don’t know.

　　 I heard something from an unscrupulous tavern owner.

　　 The setting sun is shining ahead, and the team is still advancing, but Delek looks at the distance, seeming a little lost:

　　"Before the war, the meeting of His Majesty and the State Council passed a supplementary bill to the mobilization resolution: During an emergency, the baron Sabretooth Dune on the front line can exercise wartime control over Grace Town in the name of the king, including but not It is limited to public security and martial law, convening soldiers, expropriating materials, and even bureaucratic appointments, tax collection, and judicial enforcement."

　　 Wartime control rights.

　　 Thales suddenly said:

　　 "That's it."

　　 but he immediately felt something was wrong:

　　 "Emergency period?"

　　 Deller nodded, his expression slightly heavy:

　　"And since then, from the protracted battle of elimination to the recent attack by the orcs..."

　　 Delek’s eyes became extremely sharp:

　　"The so-called ‘emergency period’ in the Bladeya camp has lasted for eleven years."

　　 He turned his head and looked directly at Thales, the meaning in his eyes is hard to understand:

　　 "Never lifted."

　　 Thales was stunned.

　　 Eleven years of martial law and... military control?

　　"And Grace Town is just one of those attached cases."

　　 Deller’s voice is low, just like his emotions:

　　 "Now, do you know what the storm in the Sabreya camp means?"

　　 Thales frowned.

　　 This time, the Earl of Wingburg gave him a big proposition.

　　 is too big for him to imagine.

　　 But Delek didn’t mean to ask him to answer. Your Excellency the earl just said to himself:

　　 "The war is bad, right?"

　　The young earl rode on the road, and the setting sun dyed his armor golden.

　　 But his eyes are filled with unspeakable sadness:

　　"It destroys more than life."

　　 Thales pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

　　 "In the war, in the face of the king's army and the enthusiasm of the people, the old Viscount Herman had to bow his head and follow the trend, follow orders, work diligently, and diligently."

　　 Delek’s voice fluctuates slightly:

　　" After the war, facing Williams, the sixty-year-old Viscount Herman had only one hand holding the genealogy and the yellowing gift of the town canonization, and the other holding the sword against his neck. At the meeting of lords, we complained in tears. The whole Xihuang was watching, and what we cowardly so-called high lords, the so-called guardian dukes and emperor earls could do, was to persuade him back painfully-with procrastination and lies. "

　　 Delek frowned and looked forward:

　　"So, when the old Viscount died in depression, and his son came to the Wing Castle sneakily and quietly asked for a loan to survive, I did not hesitate or be mean."

　　Earl Wingburgh has a peaceful voice, but the words contain depressive power:

　　"This is what we owe him."

　　 Thales' eyes are a little heavy.

　　The silence lasted for a while, and for a while there was only the sound of horseshoes.

　　 "How much."

　　 After a long while, Thales said from the unspeakable silence:

　　"How many cases are there in the Western Wilderness like this?"

　　 Deller lowered his head and paused, seeming to be thinking.

　　 But he spoke up after all.

　　 "I don't know."

　　 "But I know that about five years ago, my subordinates, the Baron of Emory Town, who had passed on for hundreds of years, fell ill and died unfortunately, and he was extinct—at least to the outside world."

　　 This time, the earl’s voice was extremely low.

　　 Thales frowned:

　　"Foreign?"

　　 Delle raised his head and snorted from his nose:

　　"Obviously he has been protesting the implementation of the "Bian County Development Tax Exemption Order"-according to him, the countless nouveau riche aristocrats spawned by that decree are eroding his interests and taking away his leadership. Min, cut off his livelihood."

　　"Whether his excuses are exaggerated or not, but in the end it is the worst. I don’t know if it is because he is so stupid that he can do nothing, or he has nowhere to complain and is too stubborn, or he is too drunk and confused... … Did not follow our persuasion, followed instinct, and chose the radical wind of the ancestors of the Ludo Empire."

　　 Thales gave a wink.

　　 I saw Dele clenching the reins, and there was a chill in his eyes:

　　"He enlisted soldiers and mobilized the army, intending to cross the Western Wilderness and make a ‘big news’ that the whole world can see."

　　 Mobilize the army.

　　Big news.

　　 Taylor's mood is getting tighter.

　　 "Then, how did my father react?"

　　 But unexpectedly, Dele just shook his head and closed his eyes.

　　 "Nothing," Earl Wingburg said lightly:

　　 "The Palace of Renaissance never knew about this-at least, before they knew it, the Duke of Falkenhauser and the Earl of Bozdorf joined me in making a decision."

　　 Thales was puzzled for a while:

　　 "Don't know? Make a decision? What is that..."

　　 Deler answered him with one sentence:

　　 "We dealt with him."

　　 has short sentences, simple grammar, and concise semantics.

　　Handle?

　　 At that moment, Thales felt a heartfelt coldness.

　　 "You know."

　　 I saw Deler lightly open his eyes, speaking indifferently:

　　"The **** years ago is not far away, the lesson of the blade-leader is still there, and the western wilderness..."

　　 "We can't let that happen."

　　 In that second, the earl’s eyes became extremely gloomy, and his voice was so tight that even the air could not flow:

　　 "We can't."

　　So...

　　Baron Emore...

　　 My family got sick.

　　 unfortunately died.

　　 That's it... extinct.

　　 Thales only felt slightly numb in his back.

　　 He couldn't help but think of the words about the nobility and kingship that the Duke of Western Wilderness once said to him.

　　The sound of horseshoes, Earl Wingbao’s word bite slowly:

　　 "Can't..."

　　 Thales took a breath.

　　The prince’s team is still advancing, and the golden single-winged crow shines with golden light in the sunset.

　　 But in those few seconds, Thales had an illusion: The air between him and Dele, their two mounts, was so cold that it could freeze to death the northerners.

　　 After a while, Thales said with difficulty:

　　 "You don't like it, do you."

　　"What my father has done over the years."

　　 Hearing this, Delek took a deep breath.

　　 Fortunately, it seemed that the setting sun instantly drove the cold from the Earl's body and restored his expression a little warmth.

　　 "I don't like it or not."

　　Dele’s meticulous riding posture has a little loose, just listen to him quietly and authentically:

　　 "Just, I live here, feel here, connect here."

　　"My leader, my vassal, my family, everything I cherish is in the Western Wilderness."

　　 "I have an obligation to them and to this land."

　　 Delek’s expression is a bit strange:

　　"When they are alive, I want them to live at ease. When they breathe, I want them to breathe smoothly. When they die, I want them to die well."

Earl 　　's eyes slowly focused:

　　 "And if they are destined to die..."

　　 "I want them to walk peacefully, relieved, and leave no regrets."

　　Earl Wing Castle breathed out slowly:

　　"Instead of being broken into pieces in the unknown billowing waves."

　　 There was another embarrassing silence.

　　 There are countless thoughts in the prince's mind at this time, but none of them can make him happy.

　　 Thales had to sigh deeply.

　　 seems to have noticed the prince's emotions, Dele smiled cheerfully, and changed a relaxed tone.

　　"But do you know the ironiest thing about Grace Town?"

　　 Thales returned a questioning look.

　　"Before the lords assembled an army to welcome your return home, the Earl of Bozdorf of Soulhold asked his Majesty for an order and won the grace to lift the emergency period for the town of Grace."

　　"But..."

　　 Deler’s smile faded away, and he sighed slightly.

　　"It’s been eleven years. If you count the wars and dying periods before and after Scarlet, the Herman family has been far away from the operation center of Grace Town for more than 20 years and become a wealthy gentry. Up."

　　 Thales felt tight.

　　"So, Little Herman, who took his father’s last wish, discovered from the first day, from official execution, public order maintenance, to system management, to talent reserve and relationship coordination..."

　　 "Poor them, they have lost the ability to rule the present gift town."

　　德勒's voice is inexplicably weird:

　　"If a steed horse has not left the stable for twenty years, a letter crow has never flew out of the crow house in twenty years..."

　　 At that moment, Thales suddenly felt a little chill in his heart.

　　"After the first week of hustle and bustle and exhaustion, the leaders are all protesting, and everyone is not satisfied."

　　 Delek stared at the rein in his hand:

　　 "In order to avoid confusion, Grace Town had to stay in office and even recall some officials appointed by the royal family."

　　" After the incident at Camp Bladeya, the Herman family even had to compromise with the Royal Standing Army that was originally going to withdraw for help-in case of sporadic threats that might penetrate the line of defense. After all, even the lords were in Camp Bladeya The army here is a complete defeat, right?"

　　 Delek’s expression dimmed:

　　 "Then you see, Williams is back."

　　 "Everything is back."

　　He turned his head and looked at the setting sun that is about to fall behind him from a distance, with a hint of depression in his tone:

　　 "Everything, I can't come back."

　　 For that second, Thales unconsciously took a deep breath.

　　He remembered Cyril Falkenhauser's words not long ago:

　　 The speed of the team slowed down, and the speed of the sentry cavalry became more and more frequent, and a large part of the cavalry had accelerated first and disappeared at the corner of the hillside ahead.

　　 "So, sometimes I think, if there is no desert war, it would be fine?"

　　 Delle seems to have forgotten the existence of the prince, at this moment he is more like talking to himself:

　　"Even farther, if there is no **** year, it will be fine?"

　　If there is no **** year?

　　 There are so many people...

　　Thinking of this, Thales' eyes were also lost for a moment.

　　 A few seconds later, Dele exhaled heavily, as if he was going to drive all the anger that had been for many days out of his chest, and his tone became normal:

　　 "Sorry, your lord, I lost my mind."

　　 But Thales just bends the corner of his mouth:

　　 "No, thank you for your frankness."

　　 The team turned a hillside, and in front of them, a small town with a style different from that of Exeter and Bladefang Camp appeared in front of them.

　　 The prince smiled reluctantly as he watched the crowds approaching.

　　 "You are right, Lord Earl," Thales said in a complicated mood:

　　"Sometimes, experiencing it in person is more interesting than reading it in books."

　　 is also heavier.

　　He said silently in his heart.

　　 "I understand what you mean, and I will remember it."

　　 Thales said solemnly.

　　 But this sentence of his is a bit more sincere than the polite conversation before.

　　 This time, Deller stared at him for a long time.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Earl responded softly, but very seriously:

　　 "His Royal Highness Thales."

　　 After the word, Deler turned the horse's head along with the slower mount, and stretched out his arm toward the town that unknowingly appeared in front of him:

　　"Well, welcome to Grace Town."

　　 Thales took a deep breath and turned his head.

　　 He looked from a distance at this small town with scattered houses and wide stone brick roads—nearly hundreds of residents waited nervously behind the cordon of Crow Whistle Qingqi, and cast their curious eyes on them. The center of the team.

　　 Thales clenched his fist lightly.

　　 "Don't forget the origin of its name."

　　 I only heard Delor say with deep meaning:

　　"This is'Your Majesty's Gift'."

　　 But the next second, before Thales could reply, there was a commotion in the "welcoming crowd".

　　 Thales and Deler's attention were raised at the same time.

　　 Under the vigilant eyes of the Crow Guard, a group of dozens of black-armored soldiers rudely pushed aside the crowd, and came at heavy steps, aggressive and powerful.

　　 "Make way!"

　　 Many civilians complained again and again, but no one dared to object. All of them left the road willingly or unwillingly to make way for this group of soldiers.

　　 Thales frowned.

　　Many Crow Whistle Qingqi touched the weapon subconsciously, but did not make any greater movements.

　　Because of a banner, it rises high as it breaks through the crowd like a wave.

　　 Looking at the banner, Thales was taken aback.

　　 I saw the flag with a solid yellow background and a lion outlined in black.

　　 black lion on yellow background.

　　 "That's..." Thales was puzzled.

　　Earl Dele sighed, turned to Thales and whispered:

　　 "The black lions of Valiant, the Bozdorf family, they were earlier than I expected."

　　Horse Castle......

　　Black Lion...

　　Bozdorf?

　　 Before Thales, who thought of something, could react, Dele crossed the saddle and pressed Thales’ arm:

　　 "That is Earl Lewis. Although he is also one of your vassals, I sincerely suggest you, Your Highness, no matter what he says..."

　　 Deller’s tone is extremely cautious, only to see the corners of his mouth bend slightly:

　　 "Just smile."

　　 Thales is at a loss again.

　　 A high-pitched but slightly thick voice, with a little enthusiasm, a little cunning, maybe a little cold and gloomy, sounded among the soldiers in the black armor:

　　 "Dreux, Drere, my dear little Drere!"

　　 "You came really fast, didn't you!"

　　 A middle-aged nobleman with a medium build and a slightly fat body, but covered in black armor with a sword hanging from his waist, rode on a horse, surrounded by soldiers on both sides, and came to the front of the "Crow".

　　Dele’s guards obviously knew him, no one stopped him, and no one spoke.

　　The guards of the middle-aged nobles also stopped tacitly in front of the line, letting their masters carry forward.

　　 Thales keenly noticed that Dele took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

　　 I saw the middle-aged aristocrat with a somewhat false smile with enthusiasm, fixed in front of Dele’s horse, and extended his arms to him:

　　 "Sure enough~IndoMTL.com~The entire Western Wilderness, whether it is a steed or a letter crow, or you have a lot more!"

　　The middle-aged nobleman looked at Deler’s mount, his expression admiring the horse, but his words gradually changed:

　　 "It is obedient, easy to use, fast, and convenient."

　　 Deler frowned.

　　The middle-aged nobleman glanced sideways at the Earl of Wingburg, showing an intriguing expression:

　　 "From the common people to the king, they all like it tightly."

　　 Thales pursed his lips: the other party's words are as if there is no deep meaning.

　　 Seeing that Earl Dele seemed to have heard nothing, he nodded respectfully and smiled in response:

　　 "Earl Lewis Bozdorf."

　　 Delek took off his iron gloves politely and stretched out his right hand:

　　 "It's an honor to meet you."

　　 The middle-aged nobleman smiled, and also took off his gloves, and shook Dele's hand.

　　 He didn't answer, but his eyes were like knives, and he shot straight at Thales beside Deler.

　　, Thales, who was staring at him with a smile, tightened his heart.

　　"So, where is it?"

　　The next moment, the man called Earl Lewis stared at the prince, but his eyes were narrowed, his face was arrogant and his tone of voice was gloomy:

　　 "Our one, it is said that the heroic prince who defended the peace of the world, conquered the dragon kingdom, and saved all the stars...Where is it?"