Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 13: 1 small favor

Obviously, as the captain of the guard of the Duke of Star Lake, Mallos was not happy to see Thales open the door to welcome guests on the first day he moved to his new home.

But under the observation of countless bureaucrats, servants, guards, the second prince’s perseverance, and the more or less pressure from Master Karabyan’s birth, Cohen was politely invited into the waiting room that was just organized. ——Of course, before that, the captain of the Duke’s guard, Lord Mallos, the watchman, did not forget to remind his master:

The opponent is the heir of the Karabyan family.

And today is the first day the prince returns to the capital.

This must mean something.

Listening to this reminder, Thales could only smile numbly.

Then tighten the nerves as always.

Go face to face and treat the living room...

"I knew that I told them that the prince’s memory would not be bad, and he would definitely remember me, he would definitely not forget that he fought together...Sure enough..."

"I have written to your Highness in the past few years, but I don’t know why, you always didn’t reply to me... Until one time I ran into the Caso kid who returned home, and he told me that the meteorite intercepted the writing. Most of the letters to you, damn..."

Tyles sat on the main seat, looked at the chattering Cohen, scanned the living room who seemed to be acquainted, and tried to suppress the emotion in his heart.

Back then, I was here...

Cohen spoke, he looked at Thales in a trance, raised his palm to measure from his belly to his chest, surprised:

"Eh, have you grown taller?"

Growing taller.

Tyles looked at the chair he was sitting in, thinking of six years ago.

Maybe.

At that time, when I was sitting here, my feet couldn't touch the ground.

Thyls was silent for a long time.

For a long time, Cohen was a little overwhelmed and subconsciously sat upright in the chair.

"Yes."

Tyles finally said his voice, with a faint smile, which was very meaningful:

"I have grown taller."

But Cohen narrowed his smile.

He looked at the open hall door.

There, Mallos was standing at the door with arms folded, looking at the two subordinates with a smile, and from time to time glanced at the meeting in the hall.

Guardian is cautious:

"Am I...wrong time?"

Tyles turned his eyes.

Cohen scratched his head:

"They don't look very happy, especially the leader. Well, the one with a fake smile..."

Outside the open door, a maid was about to bring refreshments for the duke and guests, but Mallos smiled and raised her hand to stop him, Doyle with a bitter face and the stiff Glover Qi came forward , Start checking.

Not very "happy".

Of course.

Thyls thought lightly.

Although the company didn't last long, from the moment he walked out of the chamber......

Obviously, even Cohen felt something.

Thinking of this, thinking of Mallos' words, Thales forced himself to smile:

"That's Mallos."

"Tormond Mallos."

"The watchman of the Royal Guard."

"So that's it," Cohen looked dazed and respected:

"It's the famous Mallos."

Malles

Well, this name does sound familiar...

Cohen is desperately struggling with memory.

Where did you hear it?

Tyles adjusted his emotions and smiled:

"Don't mind, he is just stricter, after all, this is my first day back, and Mallos is the captain of my guard."

Cohen quickly left the unremembered last name behind.

"Captain of the guard, wow, my lord," Cohen looked surprised and looked back and forth at the layout of the living room:

"Compared with the Northland, it has been upgraded a lot, right."

The guard looked around excitedly and curiously:

"Mindith Hall, I was taken by the old man only once when I was very young...He said it was a good place and it was of great significance."

Cohen patted his chair with joy:

"Maybe I have taken a lot of big people in this seat."

"Yeah, six years ago," Thales said with nostalgia:

"The Black Prophet sat in your chair."

The happy Cohen gave birth.

Thyls smiled slightly, remembering the intense meeting that year.

I don’t know how I will react when I face Morat Hansen again six years later?

The prince clenched his fists unknowingly.

The Black Prophet from six years ago looked mysterious and terrifying in his impression, and it was creepy.

But six years later, he knew that the other party was not so scary, was it?

At least...The Black Prophet was also discounted.

In front of him, Cohen moved parallel and changed his seat quietly:

"You may not believe it, but the time the old man brought me here..."

"He was summoned by the crown prince, and I suddenly had a urgency, but my servant with me disappeared. Then I couldn't find a place, and suddenly I found a vase in the corridor..."

"Ahem!"

Doyle, who was coughing loudly, came up with a refreshment, just interrupting Cohen's unconscious narration.

"Cohen," Doyle spoke in a normal tone, but gave the guest a sharp glance from an angle that Thales could not see:

"This is His Royal Highness's palace, and thanks to His Highness's generosity, you can be the first to visit here."

"Pay attention to your manners."

Cohen snorted and didn't care about it. He watched Doyle leave while demonstrating as if he was "I know the prince."

The next second, the guard's face changed, and he squirted back into the teacup fiercely.

"Ah, wow, ah... swing, swing, swing to death... take, take deliberately..."

Cohen stretched out his burnt tongue and fanned it embarrassingly.

Thyls watched the interaction between Cohen and Doyle in surprise, and took his teacup for a try.

Well, the temperature is just right.

In Cohen's angry eyes, Thales coughed to break the embarrassment:

"So, you have known Doyle for a long time?"

"Ha, ha...damn...more, more...oh, you mean D.D!"

Cohen managed to smooth his tongue:

"He is my...well, that..."

Cohen's tone is a bit uncertain: "The grandson of a certain uncle's brother-in-law?"

"Well, probably."

The grandson of the uncle's brother-in-law.

It's so bad for him to remember.

Tyles looked at Cohen's bright blonde hair, then at Doyle's dark blonde hair, and suddenly found that he was in a better mood.

At least, the depression brought out from the Fuxing Palace is no longer like a dark cloud, making it hard to breathe.

"But you'd better not play with him, Your Highness," Cohen's expression changed, and he approached Thales, whispering to Doyle's back: "That guy is..."

"Brother Playboy."

Okay.

Thyls has a weird face, but he cocked his mouth unconsciously.

Let’s take a look at the small report...

You really are relatives.

"So... where is the kid from the Caso family? The one with a single-edged sword?"

Cohen didn't care about this episode, he straightened up, looking for the figure in the impression:

"And the uncle who smokes conspiracy?"

Cohen scratched his chin and recalled:

"Including the mute fan who can fan..."

Cohen paused and said suspiciously: "Wait, the dumb isn't there, right?"

Wya Casso.

Putila Nieman.

Midira Rolf.

Thyls was slightly surprised.

"They are still dealing with my legacy in Northland, but they will be back soon."

The prince quickly recovered and answered perfectly.

Cohen breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his throat warily.

Well, that dumb, it's better not to meet him.

Looking at Cohen's expression, and then at the strange and familiar environment, Thales found that he missed the old people more and more.

"Unimaginable, Your Highness!"

After just a few seconds, Cohen was rejuvenated and full of excitement:

"Six years ago, we were still in the north, fighting together..."

The guard's enthusiasm for the prince makes the latter a little difficult to fight against:

"But...Look at this place again, Your Highness, you are now Duke! Duke Xinghu!"

Cohen took a deep breath, he was overjoyed, he seemed to remember something about exhaling and raising his eyebrows:

"Even my old man is going to salute you!"

But you did not salute.

Tyles rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"So, why is Mindis Hall?"

Cohen patted the chair with great interest:

"You are underage...Why not the Fuxing Palace?"

Thyls was trying to answer, but he stopped talking.

He glanced at the royal guards outside the door.

"I...I am in poor health and I am afraid of the cold," Thales recalled the story of the "Mist King" who went out of the palace to recuperate, and said with a smile:

"My father let me live here."

Thyls is a little stuck.

He suddenly discovered that compared to six years ago...

He can no longer treat his friends unreservedly like that.

"Afraid of the cold?"

Cohen looked at him in surprise:

"But you have been in the north for six years!"

Telvin barely smiled:

"Maybe, this is why they sent me back."

"Prevent me from freezing and dying in the north."

Cohen was stunned.

He looked suspiciously, and looked at the prince before him again.

After one second.

"Ah!"

Cohen reacted like a sudden realization and smiled again:

"His Royal Highness, you are really kidding!"

"Afraid of the cold? You are the hero who bravely rushed to the Palace of the Heroes and saved the Dragon City!"

Thyls can only continue to smile.

"But you can't fool me."

Speaking of this, the guard's eyes light up:

"So, how did you get back from Northland?"

Thyls smiled stiffly.

Another difficult question to answer.

"Although the announcement says that the Kingdom of Exeter sent you back, at the same time there is also the letter of their king's greetings to his Majesty..."

Cohen thoughtfully, a shrewd light flashed in his eyes:

"But I am a man who fought both in the Northland and the Western Wilderness. I know there very well, so I know, something..."

Cohen smiled mysteriously:

"It's definitely not that simple."

Thyls winced.

Unexpectedly, Cohen looked confident and didn't intend to question him.

"I know," the guard snapped his fingers quite often:

"This year, regardless of the war in the Freedom League, the civil unrest in the Black Sands, or other things, they are just the appearance of things."

Looking at Cohen in front of him, Thales was a little surprised.

He meant...

"The truth is that someone with a heart has already planned everything secretly..."

Cohen waved his hand, his face full of "I know, don't pretend":

"Just for your safe return!"

At that moment, Thales was surprised.

What?

Cohen?

When did he...

Is it secret? Raphael told him?

"Hey, not only that, but I also know that the person who is interested..."

I saw the guard look shrewd:

"And the planners of all this..."

Thyls looked at each other nervously.

I have to say that Cohen in front of him gave him an unpredictable and compelling feeling.

Cohen stood up abruptly, confidently and confidently:

"...Your Highness!"

The whole waiting room was quiet.

Only Cohen's voice floated in the waiting room, lingering.

And the police officer maintained a handsome posture of identifying the murderer, sassy.

At the tip of his finger, Thales froze in place.

Doyle outside the door looked curiously here, and was forced back by Mallos's smile.

After several seconds, Thales, who recovered, tried to open his mouth:

"Huh?"

However, Cohen changed his steps as if he had rehearsed in advance, retracted his right hand but waved his right arm, as he said: "I know you too well, Your Highness!"

"I know, as wit as you, is the initiator of all strategies!"

Cohen is very excited:

"Just like six years ago..."

"This time, you were also strategizing in the middle. Through the Freedom League and the Black Sand vassals, you successfully provoked an internal fight between Longxiao City and the Black Sands..."

Thyls' eyebrows began to twitch.

"At the moment when the two forces are fighting each other and there is no time to take care of each other, you will escape your birth and return home safely!"

"It also severely weakened the power of the Kingdom of Exeter!"

Cohen's posture is undiminished.

He knew that at this moment, his eyes were shining with wisdom.

Waiting for the response from the person in front of you.

In front of Cohen's expectant look, Thales did his best to squeeze his eyebrows.

"Um, bad, almost."

Affirmed, Cohen's eyes brightened!

"Those Yankees," the police officer was very happy:

"You must have taught them a shit, right?"

Thyls took a deep breath:

"Um, it's...almost."

Cohen is getting more excited:

"That's why you, who contributed to the country, will be named duke as soon as you come back!"

Hearing this, Thales answered numbly:

"Poor, poor, almost."

Hearing the prince's admission, Cohen retracted his arms and clenched his fists!

Not aware of Thales' complex expression at the moment.

"Hey, how about it, since I learned the lesson six years ago, I have been fighting politics for the past few years," the police officer narrowed his eyes and folded his arms, looking very knowledgeable:

"My resourcefulness is also progressing!"

Thyls looked at Cohen in the spring breeze in silence.

"Well," A few seconds later, Thales opened an awkward smile:

"Yes, yes."

Cohen smiled suddenly, like a squirrel found pine cones.

"So, how have the Northlanders treated you these years?"

Thyls has not recovered from Cohen's "intelligent" blow, he sighed.

"Uh, how do you say..."

But Cohen, full of confidence, shook him off.

"Oh, I understand."

Cohen raised his head, empathizing with his expression:

"At the time of the End Tower, my teacher was a Northlander, and Miranda was also a Northlander strictly speaking...they, ouch..."

Cohen seemed to think of something, shuddering.

The security officer's expression of disgust was half done, suddenly turned around and squinted at Thales:

"Do you understand?"

Thyls looked at him blankly:

"Um, I...that..."

In the face of Cohen’s expectant and longing eyes, the prince can only smile as hard as he can:

"Um, I understand, I understand."

"Look!"

Cohen patted his thigh excitedly:

"I know you understand!"

Thyls tried to suppress the twitching of his mouth.

Cohen sighed.

"It's a pity, no one else understands."

But he immediately refreshed, looking eagerly at the confused His Royal Highness, like his own brother:

"But it's okay, we know enough!"

Tyles had to follow Cohen with a giggle and nod his head, suppressing the terrible question:

What do you know?

In this fruitful dialogue, the Lord Xinghu felt for the first time that his IQ was slightly insufficient.

While Thales was immersed in the sadness of impaired IQ, Cohen suddenly got up and patted his thigh.

"Well, I should go now."

Talston was stunned.

"Go? Now?"

I saw the police officer smiling authentically:

"Your Highness, take care!"

Tyles looked at Cohen with a happy face, and said in doubt:

"This... is this over?"

Cohen blinked and didn't seem to understand:

"Yes."

Thyls froze for a few seconds, then said:

"You...you have nothing else to do?"

"Yes," Cohen rolled his eyes, and his emotions fell:

"I have to go to the hall to sign in this afternoon, otherwise the director will have to deduct..."

Wait.

Is it over?

As the heir of one of the thirteen prominent families...

On the first day when the second prince returned to the capital...

No temptation, no wooing, no purpose, no courtesy, no coercion, no conspiracy?

Without what Mallos reminded...everything?

The Duke looked at Cohen with a frustrated face in front of him.

For the first time since returning to the stars, Thales felt a little uncomfortable.

Tyles recovered and shook his head:

"No, I mean..."

The prince hesitated, his eyes looking at Cohen a little serious.

"How is your father?"

Thyls still spoke, with a touch of discomfort and guilt:

"The one led by Walla... Count Karabyan?"

Cohen was also taken aback:

"He?"

"I don't know, it should be fine... I haven't written to him for a long time."

The young duke was a little surprised:

"But... you came here today just to spend a few minutes... chatting with me?"

Cohn paused, thinking deeply.

A few seconds later, he shrugged after thinking hard:

"Yes, just come and see you."

The police officer touched his head, looking ignorant.

"Otherwise?"

Now, Thales was stunned.

At that moment, Wings of Legend, Nob of Secret Branch, Duke of the Western Wilds, Dre Chroma, Earl of Black Lion, Marius the Watcher, Gilbert, Captain Adrian...returning home Since then, many people's faces have flashed in Thales' mind.

But...

Compared with the person in front of them...

Thyls looked at the silly Cohen faintly in a mixed mood.

The large police officer looked at him equally puzzled and blinked.

For a long while, the Duke who had been feeling a lot recovered his senses and took a deep breath.

"Cohen."

"You are the eldest son, right?"

"The Karabyan family of the Twin Towers Longsword?"

At the moment when he heard the "eldest son", Cohen was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his whole person wilted.

"Yes?"

Cohen is listless and authentic.

Tels silently looked at the young master of the Karabyan family, the orthodox heir of Vola.

"So after you graduated from the End Tower, you went straight to the Western Wilderness? You went to'Xunlei Crow'?"

The vigilante raises his hand:

"Yes."

"Your father didn't stop you?" Thales gently rubbed the teacup in his hand:

"You know, you are the heir to the family domain and title..."

"Oh, speaking of this..."

Cohen worked hard to cheer up, facing these headaches.

"My old man...Wait, how do you know that I served in the Western Wilderness and went to'Thunder Crow'?"

The guard looked at him suspiciously.

But Thales's face doesn't change its color:

"Everyone knows."

Cohen thought about it seriously, and then suddenly:

"Yes, everyone knows."

"As for my father, of course, he stopped it. He neither wanted me to join the army nor let me go to the Western Desert. I mean," Cohen replied thoughtfully, but his tone gradually dimmed:

"At least he tried to stop it."

Tyles stared at Cohen deeply.

For the first time, he felt that he saw something different in this big guy.

"But you still went."

The prince said silently.

Cohen exhaled slowly:

"I went anyway."

After the living room was silent for a while, it seemed that both parties needed time to digest these short words.

"After that, didn't he pressure you?"

Tyles looked at the reflection in the teacup and asked in a daze:

"Forcing you to go back and be a...qualified heir?"

Cohen shook slightly, as if he had some bad memories.

But he still smiled:

"Of course there is."

"You can't imagine."

Cohen's words have a few unnoticeable regrets at the end:

"The way he forced me to retire..."

He didn't go on.

"But you are still here," Thales said flatly: "In the capital?"

"Yes."

The security officer is also a little surprised,

"At least in the royal capital, the old man dare not mess around," Cohen sighed and said helplessly:

"If I leave the royal capital, I suspect he will send an army to tie me...cough cough..."

Cohen shrugged, showing his usual smile.

Be cheerful as always.

Thyls looked at him silently.

He is laughing.

The prince told himself.

Cohen.

At that moment, Thales suddenly felt:

It turns out that I am not alone.

There was another silence between the two.

A soft knock on the door came from Mallos in the distance.

It's time to meet guests.

"Cohen."

Tyles put down the tea cup in his hand and slowly raised his head.

"Thank you..."

The prince released his gentlest but sincere smile today:

"Nice to meet you~IndoMTL.com~Cohen raised his eyebrows:

"Yes, I am also very..."

But the guard was interrupted.

I saw Thales taking care of himself authentically:

"...I can see old faces."

"Good."

Thyls' expression is indifferent and his words are deep.

The voice fell, but Cohen's face changed.

He looked at the prince in a daze, puzzled.

"What's the matter?" Thales laughed.

Cohen squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to take a closer look at the owner of Mindis Hall:

"You are different."

Thyls laughed out loud:

"Really, do you think so too?"

Cohen nodded pretentiously.

"Yeah, you become, become..."

He tried to scan the Duke of Star Lake in front of him.

Finally, after thinking about it for a long time, Cohen couldn't think of adjectives, but finally he could only hold out one sentence:

"It has become...bigger."

Thyls grinned.

Looking at the prince's smile before him, Cohen frowned.

He turned his head and thought of the kid in the tunnel who was caught under his arm.

Well, I was still cute when I was young.

Thyls's heart moved, thinking of something.

"By the way, do you remember Rolf?"

Cohen was confused and said at a loss:

"What is it?"

"My man, the masked man..."

"You mean..." Cohen thought deeply, then suddenly said:

"...dumb!"

Looking at Cohen’s happy expression, Thales sighed:

This may be a bad idea.

But...

"Cohen."

Talston gave a moment, but looked up.

This time, the prince's expression was extremely serious.

"I... would like to ask you a little favor."

"In private."