Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 6: This is just the beginning

On the gallop under the sun, the carriage was still moving slowly towards Yongxing City, and the people on both sides were separated far away by the standing army, leaving only fuzzy faces.

But no one can imagine that there is a strange conversation going on between this unusual carriage and the dozen or so riding royal guards around it.

Gilbert watched in astonishment as Thales raised his right arm expressionlessly and showed what was in his hand by the car window.

And the guards including Mallos, Doyle, and Glover frowned, or they were puzzled or unbelievable.

That is...

"This is the vigilant."

I saw the prince rubbing the long narrow hilt in his hand expressionlessly, with a deep tone:

"An ancient imperial sword forged by combining the skills of dwarves and elves, gathering the essence of the earth and the seven seas."

The vigilant.

Malles was surprised.

Doyle and Glover were taken aback.

"Your Majesty, I don't..." The watchman glanced around, suppressing the strange eyes of his subordinates.

Huh!

The sound of metal sliding through the leather made Mallos's words stagnate.

The young man looked at the slightly unsheathed long sword, feeling its cold light shine:

"Looking back, it is the handed down sword of the Falkenhauser family, who participated in the end battle with their ancestors, overcoming obstacles and witnessing the rejuvenation of the kingdom;"

"In the near future, it used to be the most reliable blade in the royal guard. Together with its owner, through wind and rain, he helped King Eddie ascend to the throne."

In front of everyone, Thales' fingers ran across its blade, and he closed the sheath, admiring in a deep voice:

"It is of extraordinary significance."

Perhaps because he couldn't bear the suppression of the atmosphere, the horse under Mallos's hip neighed unnaturally and turned his head nervously.

But Mallos in the saddle's eyes burned and his emotions were unknown.

The restlessness of the warhorse drove the same kind, and it neighed everywhere, and the carriage moved more and more difficultly.

Doyle tried to control his hip mount, while staring at the curved sword in surprise, opening his mouth wide.

That sword...

The Glover beside him pursed his lips, soothing his horse.

Gilbert stared at the sword, thinking about something.

In the next second, under various gazes, the young Duke of Xinghu spoke coldly, without doubt:

"Lord Mallos, from now on."

Thyls raised his right arm steadily and sent the hilt out of the car window:

"It's yours."

It's yours.

The air was quiet for a moment, but the wind was noisy.

Gilbert was taken aback and looked at the boy in disbelief.

The surrounding guards were in a slight uproar, and Doyle even saw a ghost, as if he knew the prince for the first time.

Malos frowned slightly, and the reins in his hand were pulled tight.

But Thales did not give him a chance to speak.

"Of course, I hope more than that."

The young duke's warm words continue:

"In fact, with my return, there will be a flood of discussions and speculations about this sword in the kingdom."

"People will come to you to inquire about the secret behind this legendary sword, either due to curiosity, incomprehension, or bewilderment."

Gilbert's complexion is a little strange.

"Especially how it left from the Western Wilderness, from Duke Falkenhauser’s cane, to Star City, to the Fuxing Palace, to the hands of Prince Thales and Duke of Star Lake, and finally to your palm. ."

"Including the reason and significance of it being moved by many people."

Thyls swept through every royal guard coldly, his tone ups and downs, as if he was reading an old bardic poem.

From Doyle to Glover, everyone who was glanced by him subconsciously avoided their eyes.

In the end, Thales returned his gaze to Mallos, who did not say a word, but frowned:

"But I believe you can handle it well."

"Really?"

The young prince downplayed the authenticity and raised the hilt.

Everyone is silent.

They all looked at Mallos, waiting for the latter's decision.

In the next moment, Mallos suddenly turned his head!

He looked at everyone with scorching eyes.

The royal guards seem to have a tacit understanding, and they all turned away!

Never dare to look at Mallos or the Vigilant again.

It seems that the former is not their boss, and the latter is not a famous sword.

The scene is quiet again.

Mallos's face has long since disappeared.

He tightened his mount slightly stiffly, and forced it to calm down.

Time seems to have turned into a distant mural, dim and silent, and only peeled off with Mallos's movements.

"My lord," he stared at the guard half of the car window exposed, slowly biting his words:

"What does this mean."

Malles’ words are very light and small.

It's like the sound of turning over old pages a little bit.

But the surrounding guards stopped breathing, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

The last logistics officer Shi Tuo even swallowed subconsciously.

Gilbert also said nothing.

"I mean..."

Only the Duke of Xinghu himself was different, and smiled freely.

"Congratulations, Lord Mallos."

"From now on," Thales' eyes met those of Mallos, like a clash in the void:

"The "Warner" with a long history and great significance is one of the seven servants of the Star, the noble and loyal Marius family-heirloom."

He whispered:

"Remember, pass it to your son..."

"Give it to your grandson again."

Malles froze on his horse, his face sinking as if dripping water, and he was only allowed to move him with his mount, and fell together.

And Thales just looked at him quietly.

The guards looked at each other with different expressions.

I don't know how to respond.

"Ahem...Although the prince appreciates you very much, I don't think it's a good time to accept the reward," Gilbert said stiffly, softening his cheek:

"What do you mean, Lord Mallos?"

No one responded.

After Doyle felt that about a century later, Mallos' voice came slowly, and it sounded like a crack in the rock formation:

"This gift is too precious and too heavy."

"Excuse me for not accepting."

After saying this, before Thales could react, the watchman drew his horse and raised his hoof across Thales's car window.

Malles sternly raised his voice and ordered:

"The prince is tired!"

"Step up and move on!"

Sandwiched between the prince and the boss, the royal guards, who were already very uncomfortable, turned their heads one after another and moved as they were ordered.

But Thales’ voice penetrated everyone again, and it sounded clearly:

"Then this is no longer a reward!"

Everyone's actions subconsciously paused.

I saw the young duke in the carriage coldly saying:

"It's what you cannot shirk—responsibility."

"Lord Tormund Mallos."

Malos' back figure also slowed down in the air.

Responsibility?

"You are the watchman of the Royal Guard, right."

"The Watchman..."

Under everyone's gaze, Thales easily retracted the hilt of his sword, playing with the black gems inlaid on it.

"If I remember correctly, this position has been sacred and important since the establishment of the country, second only to the captain of the guard."

"One of its responsibilities is to take care of the royal treasury and control the in and out of secret treasures."

As soon as this statement came out, the surrounding royal guards were all startled.

Doyle frowned and looked at Penal Officer Gray Parson, but the latter could only give him a gloomy look.

Even Gilbert was lost in thought.

Thyls stared at Mallos's back, his tone is beyond doubt:

"So, it is your duty to take care of the Star Royal Family including the Vigilant-if I remember correctly, it is my family-the secret treasure."

"No shirk."

The vigilant shakes in Thales's palm and turns around.

The Duke’s young voice rang in every ear:

"Take it well and place it in the most conspicuous position. No matter what the occasion, I will see it—with you."

The sun is still there and the sound of hoofs is rolling.

But Mallos's back figure stiffened completely.

Doyle looked at his boss carefully, but the latter did not react at all.

After a few seconds, the watchman's words slowly sounded:

"Abusing the rules and reporting private grievances is not a quality that a king should have."

"My Lord Duke."

His voice is no longer as relaxed and indifferent as it used to be, but more solemn.

Thyls smiled.

"Sorry to make you feel this way, Lord Mallos."

The new Duke of Xinghu's next sentence of deja vu changed everyone's expressions:

"After entering the palace, you can always take this sword with you to protest to your majesty, suggesting that he revoke your position-of course, I guess he will put this sword in the royal treasury in the end."

Thyls squinted his eyes and said coldly:

"But before that, according to tradition and rules, as the guardian of the royal guard and the person in charge of my personal guard..."

"I'm afraid, your job responsibilities as a member of the guard take priority over your personal preferences."

At that moment, the muscles in Mallos' arm tightened.

Thyls snorted softly, and finally said:

"The responsibility lies, Wanwang Haihan."

Marius still turned his back to the carriage, showing no expression, but the members of the guard driving the carriage did not dare to look at his face.

In a deadly and awkward atmosphere, Thales knocked on the window with his sword hilt.

"Your Excellency the Watchman?"

At this juncture, Doyle coughed sharply and interrupted with a laugh:

"Ah, that, the Lord, as a watchman, has a higher rank. If you receive gifts, you need to report it first... Then, our banner officer, Hugo Forby, will record everything today, and then your majesty Make a decision..."

Perhaps the talent, Doyle's words eased the atmosphere a lot.

Thyls frowned slightly:

"So much trouble?"

Doyle rushed to the car window and gave the prince an apologetic smile.

The young duke also laughed:

"Forget it then."

"This sword is not for Mallos."

As soon as this statement was made, everyone felt relieved.

But...

"Little dd?"

The sudden name made Doyle subconsciously shaken:

"Huh?"

But he immediately realized who was calling himself:

"Yes...Yes, Your Highness?"

I saw the Duke leaning against the car window and sighed:

"Do you know, sixty years ago..."

"The widow of Sumei IV the Silencer, Bella the Witch Queen from the Kevin Deere family, used to murder my grandfather with the blade-leaded Tebuck family. They tried to support John Can Star-the last Duke of Star Lake before me-was crowned king."

Thyls's tone is very mysterious, which makes every noun that pops out of his mouth even more sensational.

What?

The royal guards screamed again, and even Gilbert couldn't control his expression.

Maybe it's too different from the previous impression, maybe there are too many secrets in this passage, Doyle was stunned for a while, and the answer was extremely unnatural:

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes?"

But Thales doesn't care, he just stares at the vigilant in his hand:

"Thanks to this legendary sword, my grandfather was able to be crowned without losing the throne."

Doyle raised his eyebrows slightly, trying to send a questioning look to his boss, but Mallos didn't look back at all.

"But can you feel it?"

The prince’s fascination slowly turned into solemn:

"From this sword, can you feel the **** wind between the Supreme Royal Family and the two powerful borders 60 years ago?"

Blood rain...

Doyle's eyelids twitched.

"I..."

But Thales did not give him a chance to answer:

"Today, I decided to give you the'Guardian', Guard Officer Danny Doyle."

At that moment, Doyle shook his whole body.

The Duke of Xinghu turned to Doyle, and handed out the vigilant:

"As the most reliable person among the six guards of my guard, perform well."

Tyles squinted his left eye:

"Don't insult it."

Like his peers, Doyle was stunned.

"Okay...ah...ah?" Staring at the sword, he first nodded subconsciously, then realized something again, and was shocked!

But Doyle reacted very quickly. Before the sympathetic eyes of his peers came, he looked at him, straightened up, and neatly grasped the weapon at his waist:

"Ahem, no, your highness, in fact, my current sword was left to me by my grandmother..."

Doyle was slightly sad, but immediately became firm, like a loyal teenager inspired by something:

"I swear to my grandmother's grave, I will never be two minded until it breaks..."

Thyls snorted and shook the vigilant:

"So you don't want it?"

"Even a valuable ancient empire sword?"

Doyle shook his head like a rattle.

"All right, then." Thales sighed regretfully.

Doyle was relieved.

But...

"Glover Pioneer Officer!"

Amid Doyle's sigh of relief and Thales's sudden rollover, the almost expressionless Glover first got nervous, and then looked at the prince warily.

I saw Thales beckoning to him with a smile.

"I heard that your grandfather also served in the Royal Guard and held a high position."

"Then I think the most suitable family for inheriting this weapon is the Glover family..."

Glover gave a slight shock.

But he shook his head subconsciously, decisively:

"No."

Thyls’s smile is slightly stagnant:

"No?"

"Don't you want it either?"

I saw that Glover still had that unmoving look, and he shook his head like a wood:

"No."

Thyls sighed heavily.

When he raised his head again, he suddenly realized that at some unknown time, the royal guards around the carriage had all turned their faces, or dutifully surveyed the enemy, or talked with their peers in a pretentious manner.

Even Doyle was holding Glover, who was silent, and seemed to be talking and laughing.

"All right."

Tyles shook his head helplessly, and exchanged glances with Gilbert, who looked strange:

"Then I have to tell them that whether Marius, Doyle, or the Glover family, they all dismissed the'guards' who represented the relationship between the giants and the Fuxing Palace, and abandoned them like a shoe..."

Malles' horse hooves flicked slightly, and Doyle's smile solidified.

And the prince chuckled, sadly stretched his sword out of the carriage:

"On the first day I returned, the vigilant was abandoned by the roadside..."

"The whereabouts have been unknown since then."

The next second, Thales released his hand without hesitation.

Click.

In the incredible eyes of the royal guards, the precious ancient imperial sword, the family heirloom of the Falkenhauser family, and the extraordinary vigilante, fell down the carriage alone and helplessly, and hit the ground.

It shakes up a lot of dust.

What?

Doyle almost stared out, and Glover tightened the reins.

Several guards reined their horses subconsciously and turned to avoid stepping on the sword that has been passed down through the ages.

For an instant, the formation of the entire team was a little messy.

Marius turned his head abruptly, staring at the indifferent young duke.

He made a look, and Doyle quickly patted his horse to catch up, trying to pick it up before the vigilant was covered in dust...

"Very good, dd."

Thyls' eyes lit up with his elbows resting by the car window.

"Thank you, you still accepted this weapon that no one dares to ask for."

Doyle has half leaned out of his horse and froze in the air.

The soles of his feet are hooked into the stirrups, while the palms of his hands hover over the guard, only a foot away from the hilt.

Doyle has a strange posture, showing great equestrian skills.

If you don't look at his expression.

"Remember, it means a lot. Treat it well..." Thales looked at Doyle, who seemed to be frozen above the sword with interest.

"Enough!"

Finally, Mallos drew back to his horse, his face sullen.

"His Royal Highness, what do you want to do?"

The entire convoy stopped for it.

Gilbert sighed, looking at Thales with a slightly complicated look.

Doyle, who was stiff in the air, seemed to be pardoned. He crawled back to the saddle and didn't even look at the unusual sword.

"What do I want to do?"

Thyls repeated this sentence slowly, his tone becoming more serious.

He turned to Mallos, his originally humorous and relaxed expression turned serious.

"It's easy."

Thyls swept to every royal guard and spoke in a deep voice:

"I want to tell you: my sword is very heavy and heavy."

Malles' eyes flickered slightly.

"From the central leadership to the Western Wilderness, from the Star Kingdom to Exeter, it bears the weight of many, many people."

"It's so heavy that sometimes, I don't know if I can handle it."

Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

"So, when my mission conflicts with yours," Thales stared at the watchman's expression and stretched the rhythm of the words to the limit:

"I hope you can do more than just ‘sorry’."

"My guards."

No one answered.

Including Mallos.

Thyls retracted his warning gaze and sat upright.

"And next time, if you have to put your majesty's orders and my wishes on both ends of the chessboard..."

He said lightly:

"Then you'd better make sure that you, who are in the middle, can handle this **** sword."

The royal guards are quiet.

Even Mallos stopped in place, looking at Thales with complicated eyes.

"Because, no matter how troublesome you think my wishes are," Thales knocked on the carriage and looked at the guard on the ground coldly:

"Don't forget, there are more troubles in this world than you think..."

"More troublesome things."

At that moment, with a little satisfaction, Thales suddenly understood something.

Falkenhauser, he gave himself more than a sword.

It is a direction.

Thinking about this, Thales sat back.

"Sorry, I am in a bad mood today."

"dd, can you get my sword back?"

Doyle was a jealous, about to lean over to take the sword, but hesitated again.

"You mean..."

"You, your sword?"

Tyles exhaled.

"Yes."

He gave Doyle a friendly smile through the car window:

"It is the sword of'I'."

Thyls said with deep meaning:

"Because no one can handle it except me."

Malles was silent.

So, in the face of everyone's gaze, with extreme caution, Doyle quickly picked up the vigilant and handed it back to the prince quickly, as if a moment of delay would be imminent.

Tyles took the sword, stroked its arc, and sighed softly.

"Now, because of you, this sword is covered with dust, making the carriage dirty," Thales put down the guard and looked at his guards indifferently:

"So, before returning to the Fuxing Palace..."

"I need to go outside to get some fresh air."

"It is best to have a good horse that is docile, obedient, tall and strong."

He stared scorchingly at the leader Mallos:

"Is there a problem?"

Under the nervous or uneasy attention of his colleagues, Mallos said nothing and frowned ~IndoMTL.com~ a few minutes later.

Tyles rode comfortably on the horse, swaying, ups and downs, following the royal guard.

Looking at the wilderness scenery on the outskirts of Yongxing City, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The royal guards pulled up the cloaks that covered his identity, seeming to be in disorder, but in fact they meticulously surrounded him.

In addition, Mallos also rejected Gilbert's request to raise the nine-pointed star flag, let the carriage go first, and instead pretended to be the standing army following the handover of defense.

But...

This is just the beginning.

Isn't it?

Thyls said softly in his heart.

"You have not only grown up," Gilbert, riding on another horse, sighed slightly:

"You still...different."

Tyles lowered his head, feeling unspeakable.

"Really."

Kilber nodded, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Just now, I thought I was back when I was thirty-five years old."

Thyls raised his head:

"Why?"

Gilbert smiled.

He sighed, as if going back in time:

"Well, because I went to Broken Dragon Fortress at that age."

Thyls was startled.

Broken Dragon Fortress?

"It was there too, I saw him for the first time."

Thyls frowned:

"Who do you see?"

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs gave a slight pause.

"He."

Gilbert’s tone is both fascinating and fearful:

"My negotiating opponent."

"The Overlord of Exter."

"Born King."

"Nun VII."

Hearing the name, Thales was stunned.

Noon.

Faced with Gilbert's relieved and respectful eyes, he looked at the people in front of him in a daze, the scenery flowing.

I can’t answer for a long time.