Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 18: Has been discovered?

In Yongxing City, the enthusiasm caused by the return of the prince has been reduced (or just converging the backlog, waiting for the next outbreak), at least the Mindis Hall, which is closed to guests, is no longer as crowded as before, and Thales is rare to enjoy A rare clean time.

But this does not mean that he will feel at ease since then.

Starting from the second day, His Royal Highness Thales has not had time to enjoy the power brought by the great identity of "Master of Mindith Hall". The Royal Teaching Group headed by Gilbert ("Little Fresh Meat" The people set up a packaging company"-Lord Duke’s unhappiness) drove into Mindis Hall in an orderly manner.

First of all, the instructor of the grammar class, including the ancient imperial literary and the general elven literary, is the prestigious Bachelor of Bona in the Wangli grammar school.

If you can invite him, it is not cheap.

On the one hand, the smooth bald head of Bachelor Bona saves a lot of lamp oil and saves resources.

On the other hand, his soft, low, and intermittent ("I'll die"-dd, who is mean and can't speak loudly), forced the entire Mindis Hall to remain absolutely quiet during class hours. Benefit the environment;

Thirdly, his profound knowledge and wide range of fields have almost condensed the five subjects of the prince (grammar, logic, rhetoric, ancient imperial writing and elven writing) together, allowing Thales to understand the following questions Answer:

Language whose word order like "subject, verb, object" is completely different from lingua franca (such as the troublesome ancient empire text and the **** universal elven text), how much change will it bring to the grammar? How will it affect the principle and expression of logic? What kind of challenges does it bring to rhetoric? How did they affect the current language and way of speaking? And then change people's thinking habits? Finally, how did they cruelly eat away the precious sleep time of Prince Thales?

("His Royal Highness, you said you can't finish your back? Well, then, go to bed late... Anyway, you young people say that going to bed early is a lie. You just don’t do anything in bed. Sleeping...what, bad head, hair? Oh, it doesn’t matter... Your Majesty, do you know a wig? Who in the court doesn’t wear a wig and a boobs... What, is it long to sleep late? Isn’t it high enough to be on the crown..."——The trembling Bachelor of Bona who said the prince’s color changed three times)

The history class was conducted by Gilbert himself. Compared with the narrative and long-term vision of the Bachelor of Bona, the foreign secretary’s goal is simple and clear: to transform Prince Thales into a humanoid "Ancient The Empire to the Star Kingdom: Encyclopedia of General History for Two Thousand Years.

("'Index'! Your Majesty, I must correct your joke. It's just the "Encyclopedia"'index'. Take it to bluff...cough cough, it's enough to show your erudition."-Serious base Albert)

As for the mathematics class, this may be one of the few courses that can bring comfort to the Duke of Xinghu. Bachelor Julio was quite amazed by Thales’ level of geometry and algebra, especially when the prince was in "The Bird Does Not Lay Eggs" "Ster" under the premise of six years in vain.

But what troubles Thales is that as Julio’s confidence in him is getting higher and higher, he has taught an unprecedented "prince of mathematicians" ("After you are crowned, you must remember to give us funds ——Look, how beautiful and cute these naughty little formulas are, don’t they look like they’re smiling at you?" ——Bachelor Julio who keeps waving his orchid fingers) and excited the former, is enthusiastic Rapidly expand their syllabus.

For example, one day, Bachelor Julio finally combined algebra and geometry, and began planning to let Thales use algebraic equations to measure the trajectories and changes of celestial bodies.

("These basic equations are not right, right, the movement of the stars is too weird...and you know, is it possible for us to grasp these unmeasurable movements? There are several scholars from the Dragon Kiss Academy Imagine that as long as you divide this movement process into different parts, and then keep dividing it all the time, you can get the answer. I will show you the calculation formulas they put forward separately... Eh, your highness? What's wrong with you? Wake up, Wake up, your majesty! Do you have to finish the questions first and then faint!"-Young and promising but disgraced Julio Bachelor)

The course materials they used have expanded from mathematics problems in ancient books to realistic figures on national conditions and people’s livelihood. On several occasions, Julio suggested that we might try to estimate future annual revenue from the previous national revenue, or from the central government. The population growth is estimated by the data of the whole star. Thales has reason to suspect that if he does not act stupidly and slow down the course, it will really be only a matter of time before a terrible bell curve and a series of concepts appear in the book.

As for the nature lesson, thank goodness, the knowledgeable Lord Monton is often humorous and fascinating when he talks about astronomy, geography, and humanities-if the prince doesn't interrupt him frequently and embarrass him.

("Why are the stars in the East? What are the ingredients of the Lijing Mine? If one day kills all the whales, will we have no eternal oil? Werewolves and vampires are really cursed monsters Does it have anything to do with wolves and bats? The Dragon Kiss Land is a basin. Isn’t its climate a bit strange? Are the fog and eddies in the sea of ​​mist really formed naturally? There are so many sea monster legends in the Devil Sea Eyewitnesses, no one has ever doubted? Why can the faith of Sunset Haoyue and their temple church coexist? Piranhas are like giant dragons, how to deal with their energy consumption? Ending the sea is really the capital of triumph. And the homeland of the empire? How did the blood races of the feast leader rule? There must be different topography and climate inside the desert? Is the desert city Caligri true? Why didn't the mighty force that created the great rift form a whirlpool? The mainland is sucked in? Where did the plague of the Lost Seas begin? Why is the interval between the two eruptions of Sangla Volcano so short? The speed from different ports to the east is different, is it because of the direction of ocean currents?" — "One Hundred Thousand Whys" of His Royal Highness.)

In the art class, after seeing and listening to the paintings and lute performances carefully prepared by the Duke of Xinghu, the prestigious Master Uhlan gently told Thales: learning art is not necessarily an art. As a creator, you can also be an art appreciator. I think, Duke, you are very suitable to be an appreciator of history, especially suitable for...

In short, the prince's refresher course without breathing this week has made Thales miss the life in the Palace of Valor even more—except for the dead face.

Why, why didn't you tie Xiao Shuitou to class together?

Thyls, who felt his body hollowed out every day, thought silently with tears.

It's better to let him go back to the desert.

At least the orcs will not force him to memorize the seven word patterns, three parts of speech, four tenses, three voices, four persons, five word orders, and eighteen kinds of words according to the situation. The different sentence patterns of inflections, including complicated pronunciation rules-in contrast, the modern imperial language of General Roush in the black path is really too simple.

Or the twenty-two voice and intonation changes of Universal Elvish—oh my god, that's just a vocal lesson.

In the Mindis Hall, Thales felt so much pressure that he even forgot about the appearance banquet two months later, let alone the power whirlpool in the Palace of Revival.

Even some "special" courses that should be lighter.

For example now.

"Do you feel it, Your Highness?"

"As your weapon, it is so strong, straight, stiff, without losing its toughness and flexibility..."

The gentle and easy-going voice rang from his left ear, and slowly moved to his right ear, making it itchy.

"But it is also so impulsive, wild and infinite, unable to hold back, eager to release itself, go wild, and conquer... But you can’t easily obey, control it, don’t let this wild horse go out easily ……"

Tyles' cheeks are flushed, his breathing is rapid, and he has no time to pay attention to the sound in his ears.

"Strengthen the waist, hold the hands steady, yes, just like that, keep this posture and direction, try to be as straight as possible, don't tremble..."

Sweat ran down Thales' cheeks, and he suddenly trembled.

Oops!

The voice became severe:

"I know this is difficult, but you have to insist! Tighten! Tighten! Lift up! Don't let it fall..."

But Thales felt that he was already...

No.

Uncontrolled numbness spread all over the body.

Oh, oh, oh.

He, he can't hold on anymore...

Tyles was dizzy.

He is about to...

Almost...

Ah!

Finally, with a dull sound, the practice sword in Thales's hand fell into the sand along with the road wheels hung on the sword.

The Duke of Xinghu breathed quickly, his arms were tingling, and his gloves were full of sweat.

Footsteps sounded, and Mallos came from behind him, staring thoughtfully at the sword on the ground.

"Time... is it short?"

Tyles shook his sore arm in annoyance and stomped his foot in the training ground temporarily vacated in the courtyard to relieve the numbness.

"It's okay," the prince said angrily:

"I'm just not used to it."

"Northern people don't teach that way. They tend to...confrontation training."

Malles snorted softly:

"Then maybe...you should go back to the Northland?"

Talston choked.

The setting sun fell on the courtyard of Mindis Hall, stretching the figures of Mallos and Thales on the ground.

Behind them, Doyle stood under the pillar, talking to Glover on the side.

"Obviously, our prince has not undergone systematic training."

Doyle shook his head:

"It seems that the northerners who are good at fighting have limited abilities."

Glover pursed his lips.

Yes.

At this moment, Thales was sitting listlessly on the "Martial Arts Class" taught by Lord Mallos himself. Obviously, after a whole day of brain torture, the Duke’s stance teaching to the captain of the Guard Not very cold.

But Mallos seems to be happy.

"Sword style and sword stand are an important part of ancient knight training." The watchman still has the polite and smiling face, and he is not troubled by the prince's failure and attitude at all:

"Especially the'Seventeen Swords of the Knights'. This is a classical and orthodox knight skill, which has been passed down to the court since the empire."

"After the stars were established, it has been carefully studied by countless masters, and then it has today's appearance."

Under the gaze of several members of the royal guard, Mallos walked into the arena and gracefully picked up the prince's metal practice sword. He hesitated for a moment, and did not pick up the road wheels.

"Every posture has been carefully considered and verified by countless numbers," Mallos turned his sword upside down and handed it out, politely, without a trace of impatience:

"And you need to concentrate on, follow through to the end, make them to the extreme, let them deeply burn into your body and become instinct."

Thyls, who was still full of word order and arithmetic, sighed, and took the sword from Mallotti.

But Thales didn't move the sword with a twitch!

Thyls was taken aback and recovered from his listless state.

He raised his head and found that the body of the sword was being held firmly in his palm by Mallos, and he did not let go.

"In order to return to the most familiar and safest posture at any moment of the battle."

Malos stared at him deeply and began to become serious:

"For example, every time you attack a sword, no matter what the result, you must instinctively quickly return to defense and stay alert."

The next second, Mallos suddenly let go, and Thales shook his inertia before standing still.

Faced with this unfriendly "reminder", Thales grinned reluctantly, and skillfully threw a sword flower:

"Even when the enemy is dead?"

But Mallos looked cold:

"Even when the enemy is dead."

Thyls winced.

Malos continued:

"I guess, the Northlanders didn't teach you about ‘after the strike’?"

"Even if you cut off the opponent's head, his torso still retains inertia, and he can continue to complete the pre-death moves within a second after death-for example, also cut off your head."

Tyles paused for a while.

"In fact, the Northlanders taught it."

The young duke rolled his eyes and found that D.D and Glover were both watching from a distance, and the former yawned unceremoniously.

"Just, you know, what they have to face is the near-death counterattack of the orcs," Thales shrugged, decided to bet on this topic, and quickly complete today's share:

"If a counterattack of that kind of magnitude is made, whether it is blocked or not, whether it is a strong blade or a weak blade, it is basically the same thing, and it is of little significance to return."

"So they emphasize on offense as defense, advocating suppression of the situation and chasing after victory..."

"I think the most perfect battle is to let the opponent have no fight back from beginning to end."

Thyls shook his head: Nicolai the Meteor, Tuleha the Fire Knight, Monti the Dead Crow...

Well, the Northland masters he has met, it seems that there are not many who are particularly good at defense.

On the contrary, here is the Star Kingdom, from the flower of the fortress to the wings of legend, and even the penalty knight in the prison of bones...

As for the fury of the kingdom...

Okay, that's an alternative, even the Northlanders are afraid of existence.

But Mallos looked at him deeply, then took two steps forward, pressing Thales' shoulders, and leaning close to his ears.

"Then you better remember that your life is more valuable than most people."

"What you need is to survive, your lord, not just to die a moment later than your opponent."

"Live."

Malles' tone was alert and mysterious, with a ghost story atmosphere that made Thales tremble subconsciously.

"Also, most of the opponents you will meet-if any-in the future will be humans," Mallos let go of Thales' shoulders expressionlessly, "Facing their'back blow' , A timely and clever defense posture is extremely important."

Malos’ smile is long gone:

"After all, you are learning swordsmanship, not suicide."

Tyles frowned, feeling the unpleasant emotion of the other party: It seems that he was offended by his carelessness just now?

Malles walked out of the field and spoke coldly:

"Go back to the sword-giving posture just now and hang up the load."

"Try to hold on for another half an hour to let your body get used to it."

Half an hour?

Tyles instantly turned into a bitter face.

From six o'clock in the morning to now, he has just experienced a full twelve hours...

He still wants to eat dinner?

Malos does not look back:

"I know, this process is boring, empty, and hard. There is no opponent or goal."

"Only you are the only one."

The words of the watchman implied a chill:

"There is only loneliness, loneliness, tolerance, persistence, but no helpers or enemies."

Tyles exhaled.

"In fact, your greatest enemy is living in your own will."

Malles turned around abruptly, with a very certain tone:

"Kill it."

"Retake your will."

Thyls couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again.

Really?

In a training class, why the lines are so like inspirational stories...

However, Thales could only do so obediently, pulling out the standard knight-bearing sword posture, trying to make his body meet the requirements.

It's just a little emotional.

Thyls thought helplessly.

Soon, but ten minutes later ("It should be almost time, right?"-Thales sweating profusely), the tip of his sword began to tremble, and his movements gradually changed. Live-muscle strength has never been Thales' strong point.

This time, Thales secretly called out his most familiar comrades.

Soon, the fluctuations of that habit came concealedly and obediently, spreading to his right arm, soothing muscle soreness and load, and continuously injecting new energy.

Tyles gritted his teeth and exhaled: Yes, he feels better.

The trembling of the tip of the sword slowly subsided.

He tried to stretch his body and return to the most standard knightly sword-bearing posture.

Outside the field, Mallos, who was observing carefully, lit up and began to nod.

Even Glover and Doyle were attracted.

"Wow, I underestimated him before."

Doyle scratched his head:

"Northlanders are still a little capable."

Although he did not enter the senses of hell, his more or less enhanced sense of hearing passed this word into Thales' ears faithfully.

The prince curled his mouth.

"Not bad..."

Malles walked into the court with interest.

"Very good, Your Highness."

"In fact, it is far beyond my estimation."

Thyls couldn't help but stretch the line from his arm to the tip of the sword more straight.

Until Mallos nodded clearly, smiled mysteriously, and said:

"Really good..."

The watchman's gaze swept across Thales's steady arms and standard posture~IndoMTL.com~ With his most gentle and elegant voice, he exclaimed:

"...the power of the end."

At that moment, Thales, who spent all his energy on maintaining his sword posture, was shocked!

He said...what?

The tip of his sword trembled slightly.

On the other side, Glover and Doyle both looked at each other in doubt.

Malles smiled softly.

But suddenly he stretched out his hand and grabbed Thales's sword hilt!

Suddenly, the already active Hell River's crime surged up, causing Thales to subconsciously pull back his wrist!

A huge force surged, Mallos's expression changed first, then he cocked his mouth and let go of the hilt.

It seems to have found something.

Tyles took two steps backwards with inertia and looked at Mallos in surprise.

Boom!

There was another muffled sound, and the road wheels slipped down from the sword again, rolling hopelessly for the last lap on the sand.

The captain of the personal guard moved his hand calmly and nodded slowly, as if he was still thinking about the fight with the prince just now.

But his expression calmed down, as if he had realized the truth.

Thyls understood what he couldn't believe.

Since six years ago...

From the time the strange power named Sin of Hell River awakened from his body for the first time...

Except for the black sword of the same power, no one has actively discovered his secret in six years.

Whether it is the enemy of the Northland and the desert, or the deceased of the old land of stars.

And Thales is also happy to hide himself and save his hole cards—whether against the Meteorite and Dead Crow, or against the Shield of Deception, his last hole card that has been revealed has a good effect.

But...

Thyls looked at Mallos blankly.

Today, the crime of Hell River...

Finally...

It was discovered.