Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 10: 1 quarter of an hour

King Kessel was condescending and looked at Thales in silence.

His eyes are quiet and indifferent, and his movements are slow and tidy, completely different from King Nunn's unangered self-prestige and King Chaman's aggressiveness.

But it didn't make the teenager feel a little relaxed.

The prince swallowed his throat, trying to relax his tight muscles and spirit. .

So far, Thales does not know his father.

What kind of person is he?

Cold?

Silence?

Majesty?

Maybe.

Except in the Tomb of Can Star, which was more like a one-sided listening experience, what Thales said to King Kessel V did not add up to ten sentences.

As for the time they spent alone together in six years...Tels suspected, still dissatisfied for a quarter of an hour.

However, in the limited life of a young man, the Ironfisted King is like a dark cloud hanging above his head, seemingly out of reach, but often casts a shadow, which enshrouds him firmly.

Whether it’s a meeting or a negotiation with Exeter, whether it’s the Night of Dragon Blood, or the Day of Hearing Politics in Longxiao City, whether it’s Gilbert’s destiny, or Cycloste’s death Say...A lot of experiences remind Thales from the side:

What kind of person is his father.

But when he really faced the dark cloud, Thales discovered:

I'm still not ready.

I still don't know...how to face him.

"You misunderstood."

Tyles lowered his head, avoided the quiet but disturbing gaze, and took a deep breath.

He tried to get rid of the negative emotions that he had noticed, but the king said it was not bad, so that he was more obvious:

"I am not anxious. In fact, I left Exeter and returned home..."

But the king didn't give him time to defend.

"Are you familiar with it."

Kessel stopped staring at Thales, the corners of his mouth evoked a strange arc, seemingly disdainful:

"This tone."

Thyls raised his head sharply, baffled.

Familiar?

On the stone steps, the king in the throne spoke with a cold voice:

"The old bones of Xihuang should be like this, pretending to be high and deep, and bluffing you to fool you?"

Thyls frowned.

Xihuang, that old bone?

Pretending to be profound and arrogant?

Fuck me?

Thyls understands something.

He remembered that Adrian had just said to Gilbert:

The king was still interrogating the letter crows from the Western Wilderness yesterday.

The letter crow from the Western Wilderness...

Conjecturing the king's intentions, Thales exhaled and said calmly:

"Yes, Falkenhauser did come to me, but I..."

But unfortunately, the king gave him no chance to explain.

Or don't care at all.

"Where is that sword?"

King Kessel interrupted him calmly:

"The one that was sent by the prestigious Four-eyed Skull Family in the Bladeya camp, made some people suspicious, made some people rejoice, and made the kingdom speculate endlessly...what about the ancient imperial sword? "

Thyls's words stagnated.

Sure enough, he also knew.

The sword named the alerter.

It should be...Legendary Wings.

With affirmative thoughts, Thales replied:

"It's in the luggage, and it's taken care of by the people of Lord Mallos, but..."

"No."

For the third time, King Kessel interrupted the Duke of Xinghu.

"It's not there."

On the high platform, the king slowly leaned back, leaning against the back of the throne.

"It is in your heart."

Thyls was stunned.

Kessel V looked at the Duke of Xinghu under the steps indifferently.

"And you don't even know where that sword will go."

Thyls was silent for a while.

Obviously, the king was very dissatisfied with the Western Wilderness.

But...

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Western Wilderness," Thales tried to find his own state, trying to treat the person in front of him as another Northland prince who can negotiate with:

"But the purpose of Falkenhauser came to me—"

But he still couldn't finish.

"When I send you to the north..."

Unlike the people from the Northland and even the Western Wilderness, King Kessel's words are light-toned, with little fluctuations.

However, compared to King Chaman’s preemptive voice and Falkenhauser’s alarmist talk, the interruption effect caused by the whispering of the Star King is not inferior to the first two.

"My expectations of you are not so high."

Thyls silenced dumbly.

King Kessel sat on the throne almost half-up, his posture seemed relaxed, but his eyes were locked on Thales:

"At least not high enough to expect you to rebuild the Northland and have a new king."

Recreate the Northland.

Support the new king.

Tyles closed his mouth, feeling the weight behind these two sentences, feeling the slight contempt and accusation behind the sentences.

Yes.

Remake...the new king...

This is indeed what he has done in the past six years, but...

The **** corpses in Longxiao City are all over the field, and the swords in the Palace of the Heroic Spirits are fierce...

The boy bit his lower lip.

With a slight displeasure, Thales looked up again.

"I don't want to be like that, it's just—"

Talking about what happened six years ago, he thought he would think of the injustice and injustice that year, and then sneered and asked the king's conspiracy, satirizes the failure of the secret department, and asked why he was put in danger...

But at that moment, when he looked at King Kessel's calm and watery eyes.

He doesn't care.

There is a little voice in Thales' heart.

He doesn't care.

Thyls pressed his lips.

He suppressed his unhappiness, turned his head and said:

"That was...an accident."

Silence.

Thyls is not very comfortable with the dimness of the chamber: six years ago, it seemed spacious and bright.

The teenager suddenly remembered the only day he had lived in Fuxing Palace, and remembered his first impression of the palace: the cold room, the hard stone bed, the biting chill, and the deep darkness.

It's like...

Abandoned house.

"No."

The king hummed softly, pulling Thales back to reality.

"That was not an accident."

King Kessel stared at his son in a strange tone:

"You."

"It was the accident."

Thyls' heartbeat is a little bit chaotic.

"At least, that's what Secret says."

Secret Branch.

Thyls's mood sank.

It's...secret again.

The king narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Note, there are not many things in this world that can make the Kingdom Secret Division... caught off guard."

This is not necessarily true.

Thyls replied silently in his heart.

Hearing Secret, Thales' unhappiness just suppressed rose again.

"All right."

The prince took a deep breath:

"Let me put it this way, if there is an accident, it must be you..."

Talston took a moment, even if he changed the title:

"They don't trust me."

The lights in the chamber were slightly dimmed, and the shadows on the throne became more blurred.

King Kessel gave a hum, seemingly asking but not asking:

"They don't trust you?"

Thyls hummed and replied:

"Yes, whether it's a disaster or a rumba...Before the Secret Science operation, I blocked all news and kept me in the dark everywhere-even if it was harmful to me."

The teenager let out a breath:

"A few times, I almost died."

Thyls stared at the king, trying to see something in the dim light.

The chamber was quiet for a few seconds.

What makes him somewhat chilling is that Kessel still sits still, his tone unchanged:

"Really."

The king's indifferent gesture made Thales clenched his fists subconsciously.

"I have no choice."

Thyls feels his words are getting harder and harder:

"I have to...react and find a way out."

The king remains the same:

"Really."

Thyls got a block in his chest.

"Yes!"

He raised the volume and said unhappily:

"Whether it is for myself or for..."

The young man paused and glanced at the king like this:

"The Kingdom of Stars."

Kesel's eyes are obscure, but this time, what he said is different:

"Just like you did at the National Conference?"

Tels paused slightly.

The country is a conference.

He suddenly remembered that six years ago, he was unwilling to be a puppet in that meeting, so he said something shocking and angrily criticized the princes.

Can't help but sigh.

But Thales nodded:

"Yes."

The boy’s words are slightly bleak:

"I...have to do it."

The king raised his eyes and looked at the other end of the chamber.

Seems to be thinking about something.

A few seconds later, he sneered and repeated:

"I have to do it."

"They don't trust you," the king turned the scepter in his hand, playing authentically:

"And you, have to do it?"

Thyls did not know how to answer.

Maybe it's been too long since I saw Kessel, or it may have been that he had distorted his understanding of the king over the years. Thales found that he could not understand the emotions and actions of the Supreme King.

It's like... separated by a curtain.

And this is a situation that has never been encountered before facing Nunn, facing Rumba, facing the five princes of the Northland and the three princes of the stars.

The king finally gave a chuckle:

"You mean..."

The next moment, King Kessel raised his calm eyes, but inexplicably deep eyes:

"They didn't trust you to hook up with King Nunn to call him brother and brother, so that when he fell, you became a cocoon and you were caught in the enemy's hands."

"And you have to fight back, return to the Palace of Valor, and recreate a new king?"

Tyles trembled all over.

King Kessel’s words continue, every word carries a peculiar charm:

"Or do they not believe that you can fight the little girl in Longxiao City so fiercely that she abandons everything in order to keep you, offends public anger, and breaks openly with all the vassals?"

"And you have to meet Rumba privately and find another way out?"

Thyls only felt that his throat was a little dry.

The king continued to sneer:

"Or do they not trust you to hide your name in the Western Wilderness, and be confused with a group of sword-selling mercenaries, and then be identified by them, and in turn threaten Baron Bladefang?"

"And you have to..."

The king didn't say any more, just hooked the corner of his mouth.

But this is enough.

Tyles closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sure enough.

He knows.

He knows it all.

But...

Tyles suddenly discovered that in front of these few words of the other party, all his self-reliance and reasoning in the past six years have become pale and weak.

He can explain.

But whether it is Ashida and Giza in the Night of Dragon Blood, or the life experience of Xiaoshou, or the secret of the fast rope and the old royal guard...

He can't explain.

He can't explain.

Tyles opened his eyes and said with difficulty:

"That's...Does Secret Science say that?"

This time, the king stared at him for a long time.

Long time.

Finally, King Kessel spoke again, but his tone gradually became severe:

"Morat's report says that you, as a prince, do not know introspection and progress slowly. You always make your own claims and act boldly, so that everyone has to bear the bitter consequences you have caused."

Kaiser squinted his eyes:

"Or use their words: wipe your butt."

The teenager has a meal.

Morat.

Thyls exhaled heavily, showing a smile more ugly than crying:

"I understand."

"I...I'm sorry."

But the king chuckled again:

"But Gilbert repeatedly told me that you are making rapid progress, learning in difficult situations, and growing up in wrestling. It is a rare genius to gain wisdom after a ditch."

Gilbert.

Tyles felt warm.

"He, he is too famous."

Kaiser looked at him, the scepter in his hand stopped turning.

"But Edda, she has a third opinion."

Ah...

The moment he heard the name, Thales was taken aback:

"Who?"

Thyls raised his head questioningly, and saw the king leave the back of his seat and leaned forward to look at him:

"She said in the letter that you grow too slow and too fast, which annoys her."

Wait...wait?

After hearing the gender title, Thales repeated it incredulously:

"Ada, Ada?"

Some crazy, short jumping figure appeared before his eyes.

Tyles stared, moving his lips stiffly.

That guy... still writes?

False, false, right?

But Kessel V did not seem to feel the sense of comicality and absurdity at all. His Majesty the King said to himself:

"She said you grew too slowly, and she didn't even have the courage to let her go to the forest outside Longxiao City to hunt rabbits for a snack."

Tyles' face turned black.

His father snorted again:

"But you grew up so fast that every time before she wanted to go out poaching, you would have anticipated the behavior of sending someone to kill her."

Thyls confirmed that this was what the king said, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Well, Edda rabbit hunting...Is this important?"

The king did not answer.

He just looked at the second prince silently in the dim light.

Because of Ada's name, Thales felt a little slower, but the king's gaze made his heart tighten again.

"But I can see that in six years, you are indeed different."

The king is quiet and authentic.

Thyls was startled.

He turned his head slowly, avoiding the condescending eyes of the other person:

"Six years is a long time."

But Kessel shook his head.

"No."

"Whether it is Morat or Gilbert."

The king whispered:

"They are all wrong."

Tyles' breathing began to accelerate.

The king's eyes are getting sharper:

"As for Edda, huh..."

Kessel's words are very strange. At that moment, he was disdainful or emotional.

This makes Thales suddenly curious:

I don’t know, can the black prophet Morat, who is said to be able to see through lies, see through the king in front of him?

"No..."

The words of the Star King drew Thales' attention back:

"You are not growing fast enough."

Kaiser is slow and honest:

"Not slow enough."

Neither fast enough.

Not slow enough.

Questions came, and Thales frowned slightly.

"I don't...understand?"

Fortunately, the king did not interrupt the boy again this time, nor did he change the subject.

But Kessel's next words were full of meaning, and silenced him:

"You must grow fast enough."

King Kessel looked up at the ceiling, his eyes blurred, as if looking at the past:

"Quite unexpectedly and comfortingly fast. In just six years, you can bear the weight of the entire star."

The king's eyes focused back on Thales, returning to coldness and plainness:

"But you don't."

Bear... the weight of the entire star.

Tyles swallowed his throat, only feeling stiff.

The king looked at him from a distance, showing some disappointment.

"You must grow slow enough."

Kaiser lowered his head and looked at his open left palm, speaking a bit lonely:

"Slowly slow to guard oneself, slow to step by step, slow enough for us to unload the burden of the kingdom little by little."

The king squeezed his fist and looked at Thales again, his eyes slightly cold:

"But neither do you."

Keep yourself safe and follow your steps...

Understanding what the other party meant, Thales didn't know how to answer at that moment.

"Now you are not growing fast or slow."

The king is cold and authentic, and his tone becomes colder:

"No hurry, no delay."

"Not up to down."

Kaiser snorted softly, with some disdain and dismay.

"Exceeded expectations," he shook his head, "again disappointing."

Tyles took a few deep breaths, then stopped talking.

This time, the silence between father and son was extremely long.

They just faced each other quietly, speechless for a long time.

Until the boy could no longer bear the depression in his heart.

"I..."

Talston gave it a bit.

With unspeakable depression and depression, he exhaled a few breaths, trying to laugh, but couldn't laugh.

"I thought that on the first day I returned to Yongxing City, you would talk about positive topics about father and son reunion."

Thyls turned his head, looking for some relief:

"Father."

But Kessel obviously didn't mean the same thing:

"And I thought, after so many experiences, you will understand what'born for the stars' is."

The king's eyes are burning, his tone is cold:

"Prince."

Thyls froze.

Kaiser looked at Thales and snorted slightly, seemingly disdainful:

"Fortunately, we still have time to teach you how to do it again..."

"The Star Prince."

Do it again...

Prince of Stars...

Thyls didn't speak.

He can only feel an inexplicable emotion rising from his chest.

Make him feel uncomfortable.

Difficult to get rid of.

But he said nothing after all.

"Your homecoming banquet will be a week later."

"As an opportunity for you to reappear."

The king turned his head, disregarding Thales’ silence, whether it was taken as a default or dismissed:

"During this time, you keep a low profile."

"Let the kingdom slowly digest the return of the heir."

"Understand?"

Kaiser said coldly.

Thyls was silent, and after several seconds, he answered with difficulty:

"Like six years ago?"

Kessel V raised his eyes with a long tone:

"More than six years ago."

Even more than six years ago.

Thyls stood still, motionless.

In a few seconds.

"Yes," Thales felt his voice hoarse, like old equipment:

"Your Majesty."

Kaiser stared at him for a few seconds before speaking slowly.

"Very well," the king's tone was slightly ironic:

"Son."

Kessel V leaned back and fell into the shadows.

The chamber is dead again.

Tyles took a few breaths and calmed down.

"I think you have nothing else to say."

He forced himself to say respectfully:

"Your Majesty."

There was no answer from the throne above.

Thyls took this as the default.

The Duke of Xinghu bowed and walked back with a complex and unspeakable mood.

"Stop."

The king's words echoed in the chamber.

Thyls stopped:

"Your Majesty, what else?"

But King Kessel just shook his head in the shadows:

"It's gone."

"But you must stay here."

The king said coldly:

"At least a quarter of an hour."

Thyls was startled:

"Why?"

Kaiser maintained his posture, only revealing a pair of cold-reflecting eyes in the shadows, which set off against the star rod in his hand:

"Because in the eyes of outsiders, the'positive topic of father and son reunion' probably takes so long."

Thyls's breath stopped.

He swallowed hard.

That's it.

It turns out that the reunion of your majesty and the prince...

It's only worth a quarter of an hour.

The second prince turned around and looked at his father on the throne. His emotions were unspeakable and his tone was slightly angry:

"But we don't need it."

Kaiser snorted: "We don't."

"But the kingdom needs it."

The displeasure in Thales' heart came again.

That's it.

He doesn't need to be anxious.

Because of what was destined six years ago, six years later...

Still the same.

Thyls adjusted his breathing and sneered:

"So I have to stay here for a quarter of an hour. Only in this way, the kingdom will not know the rumors and gossip of ‘Royal Contradictions, Father and Son Disharmony’, right?"

Facing the prince's slight provocation, the shadow on the throne condensed slightly.

A few seconds later, King Kessel also gave a cold snort.

"They didn't know."

There is a deep chill in the king's words:

"Until you accept the sword."

The sword?

Thyls had a sudden stop.

He doesn't understand:

"That sword is just..."

But Kessel raised the volume and interrupted him:

"But they still won't know."

Sometimes, the king has left the seat back again, staring coldly at Thales under the firelight, just like staring at his enemy:

"Because I had to terminate all laws and regulations concerning the Western Famine this year, from taxation to land volume and even conscription, and show the greatest kindness to your new friends."

New friends.

Thyls paused in his thoughts.

Kaiser snorted angrily:

"Just for your **** sword."

Facing the King whose expression remained the same, but his emotions seemed to have chilled for more than one winter, Thales frowned, expressing incomprehension.

"If you are dissatisfied because of this, I can return the sword at any time. You don't need to think about me, you can continue your plan to conquer the Western Desolation..."

But the king suddenly asked:

"Did that change you?"

Thyls stopped.

"Change...what?" the prince asked suspiciously.

Kaiser on the high platform throne narrowed his eyes:

"What you said, this journey of'almost died several times'..."

"Have you learned anything?"

I almost died several trips...

Thyls's mood cooled down.

"Yes."

A few seconds later, he said calmly: "Learned a lot."

"No."

But Kessel decisively denied him.

"If you really learned something," the Star King looked at the Duke of Xinghu from a distance:

"Then you should know."

I saw the king’s eyes flashing with unsolvable anger:

"If not for that sword..."

"Then you will never become the Duke of Xinghu."

Thyls was stunned.

"Why?" He asked subconsciously.

The light in the chamber seemed to be darkened again.

"Why?" Kessel grinned furiously.

The king sneered and paused the scepter, and the muffled noise spread throughout the hall:

"Because of you..."

"Not matched."

Not worthy.

The moment he heard the last word clearly, Thales' whole person froze.

But he didn't have the opportunity to think more, and he didn't have the opportunity to reply.

"Gilbert! Adrian!"

Kessel V no longer looks at Thales, but speaks loudly and coldly.

The door of the stone hall opened, and two footsteps sounded calmly.

Gilbert's slightly puzzled voice came from behind:

"Your Majesty, how..."

But the king interrupted him immediately, with a decisive tone, beyond doubt:

"Let the edict draft...No, Gilbert, you personally draw up my warrant for everyone to see."

Gilbert was surprised.

"Prince Thales returned home from a long journey to commend his glorious achievements and show his noble status..."

The king of the stars paused and hummed from his nose:

"And my favor and love."

Hearing these words, Thales clenched his teeth.

King Kessel looked at his son and spoke quietly under Gilbert's strange eyes:

"From now on, among the royal family's properties, the Mindis Hall in the Duxing District will be given to the Duke of Xinghu as his residence in the royal capital..."

"Concession residence."

Gilbert glanced at Thales, and the foreign secretary's eyes were both surprised and doubtful.

"It's ~IndoMTL.com~ Your Majesty." Gilbert nodded quickly.

Thyls slowly raised his head, only to find that King Kessel did not look at him.

But the king's decisive command is not over yet:

"Adrian, you accompany the duke out and ask your people to send him directly to Mindis Hall-he should be familiar with it."

Gilbert hesitated to speak but stopped.

Adrian bowed:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

And Thales stood by, silent.

"Of course, that has to be..."

The king snorted coldly, and he fell into the shadows again:

"After a quarter of an hour."

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