Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 43: Watching the Law

The music is melodious, and the candlelight is romantic.

The banquet entered the next stage. On the dance floor in the center of the hall, many men and women began to join hands and dance affectionately.

Except for Thales.

"No, ma'am, your boldness really amazed me and brightened up this banquet."

On the seat, facing a young, lovely, lively and lovely aristocratic girl in front of him, Thales said dryly, "Probably I can only lie to Edda":

"It's just that my identity is sensitive, and I am serious and not rash."

"Especially the first dance back home, no matter who you dance with, it's not fair. Others will feel resentful."

Tyles noticed from the corner that Mallos had finished communicating with several subordinates and approached him.

The watchman's eyes contain both urging and vigilance, Thales understands the meaning:

Hurry up.

"So, for the stability and balance of the kingdom, for the prosperity and peace of the stars."

Tyles cheered up, looked at the girl's crystal eyes kindly, gently held her palms, and resisted his contempt for himself:

"I can only endure great grief and give up the beauty of dancing with you."

"It breaks my heart."

The girl in front of her bit her lower lip, her eyes were sad and hurt.

But she bent her knees with a slight anger and raised her skirt, glanced sadly at Thales, and turned away.

No sloppyness, but graceful and graceful.

It makes people wonder.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling exhausted.

This is the ninth lady who invited him to dance tonight, and the forty-fourth "or fifty-fourth? Can't remember" the guests who came to visit him.

"So you just got rid of Miss Enoza," Mallos's voice came from behind him:

"Good job."

"So this is her name, Enoch?" Thales sighed, "I feel guilty for her expression."

Malos decisively denies:

"It is not necessary."

"Ms. Enoza is not only bold and honest, she also knows how to use her charm to capture the spoils, so that many young talents will fight for her, die and live," the watchman sat down on the vice table, plain as water:

"Trust me, you don't want to fight people in the first banquet."

"Especially when an assassin is there."

Tyles was big for a while.

Oh, yes.

According to Mallos, at this moment, there is a **** assassin at the banquet, who does not know where to hide.

It is estimated that there will be a big news.

And the king—his father and countless nobles and uncles were all present, staring at him.

The prince sent off the next guest who visited him in a polite greeting, and then he took off his perfect smile, put down the wine glass that had been stained with his lips countless times, and eased the muscles of his waist.

"Are you sure? Assassin?"

"Just because of...a look?"

Malos’ voice is still steady:

"I would rather believe it."

Tyles turned his head and glanced at him, then turned his head.

"All right."

"So, someone who is not low in status and is qualified to participate in the royal banquet, guards in front of all eyes, and will assassinate me frantically, regardless of his life and reputation."

Mallos raised his glass without changing his expression and drank with a friend at the next table:

"Or your father."

"Or my father." Thales was kind, but still depressed:

"But why? I just returned to the stars, what kind of grudge? Did you **** his wife or kill his father?"

Marius looked at the guests warily, but he was rarely humorous:

"Or both?"

Thyls gave him an unhappy glance.

"Don't let up anyway, we haven't found him yet." Mallos whispered, continuing to arrange manpower.

Tyles exhaled—ahead, the tenth lady came forward tremblingly and curtseyed to him.

But as a prince, he has to remain calm, endure the attention of countless people, consider the influence, and maintain his manners.

He must cheer up and deal with guests who greet him with various purposes.

Including the girl in front of him who came to invite him to dance: she is probably only eleven or twelve years old, and the nervous look on her face always reminds Thales of her childhood slick.

By the way, and Selma.

The girl is caught in the flames of war in the north.

And he was still thinking about how he could help her thousands of miles away at this banquet.

Thinking of the granddaughter, Thales was feeling upset again.

And all he can do is...

[Laugh, Thales, smile is the best armor on this battlefield. 】

"When you grow up, lovely lady, I will be fascinated by you and dance with you--but now, we must be responsible to your father and brother."

Tyles squeezed out a smile and sent away the tearful and aggrieved "Miss Ten".

Without waiting for him to rest for a few seconds, the fifty-sixth guest, Levi Tludida from the Northland Reconstruction Tower, squeezed up with a smile, flattering.

"That, North Star?"

"We, we said yes... the one between me and you..."

Oh.

Thyls covered his eyes and rolled his eyes in his palm.

What did you say? Speaking of Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu is here?

"I know I know," the prince put down his hand, resisted tiredness, put on the'armor' again: "Just do me a favor, little pot lid."

Small pot lid?

Levy froze for a moment, and subconsciously touched the head of his pot.

"Sit down and smile," Thales said with a headache: "Take whatever you want, including the one on my plate..."

"Stop talking."

Levy froze again:

"But we..."

But Thales' eyes forced his words back.

The guest from the Reconstruction Tower understood it. He sat down and smirked at Thales while eating, while paying attention to a certain bureaucrat off the court.

The prince also smiled gently at him to show his friendship.

In the eyes of outsiders, it's a confidant meeting and talk about everything.

They sat quietly together for five minutes.

Unfortunately, no assassins appeared.

Fortunately, no one came to invite him to dance.

"Okay, time is almost up, they must think we are about to get started."

Thyls is listless and authentic.

He ignored Levi's weird look and enjoyed enough of the rare rest time: "By the way, Levi."

Levy put down his wine glass and listened humbly.

"The Duke of South Triest of the cliff, he told me," Thales closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead vigorously:

"He discovered that you bought grain from the stars and smuggled it from his territory."

Levy's face changed drastically.

Thyls is interested and authentic:

"It seems that'Cyclops' Kosde is very upset."

"You mean smuggling?"

Unexpectedly, the little pot lid changed his face very quickly, he said in awe:

"What, there are such criminals in our territory? Don't worry, your highness, after I go back, I will definitely tighten..."

"Don't be nervous."

Thyls slapped his hands indifferently, with a look of boredom and unburdened lies:

"I persuaded him. The Cyclops opens and closes your eyes to you to prevent Rumba from sitting big."

"You can continue to ship supplies."

Levy's eyes stared húnyuán.

He tried to squeeze out a smile and find the right words:

"Ah, Polaris, you are really, really that..."

The rain falls from the sky? Thales found the words for him.

"But you guys have to think about it," but Thales just wanted to end it quickly and waved to interrupt him:

"If this road is discovered by the black sand collar in the future, and even the matter of you coming to me for help is exposed-then King Chaman will only think that you have been in collusion with the stars long ago and have hidden dissent."

"And you know how much he hates me."

The eyes of the little pot cover rolled up.

"You have to step up to find internal aid to fight against family killers."

Thyls sighed:

"After all, Exeter's affairs can only be resolved internally."

Internal assistance, internal.

Thyls felt he had made it clear enough.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"His Royal Highness's golden words." Levi became serious:

"I take it to heart."

Thyls shook his head.

"Of course, Cyclops is not a good product," the young man raised his glass and clinked with Levi: "If he breaks your way with me, or wants to blackmail me..."

Tyles looked cold:

"Remember to ventilate with me."

Levy's face is heavy, just nodding.

"Finally, your previous promise..." Thales casually.

Levy is decisive:

"It must be done for Your Highness."

In this way, Polaris sent away the small pot lid that was very worried.

Thyls exhaled heavily, feeling tired of not loving him.

It seems that even the crimes of the prison river have dried up.

But Levi’s rest benefits are only these five minutes.

Soon, Thales had to put on "Armor" again and greet "Miss Eleven" in full arms.

After sending her away, he tried to concentrate and looked around.

There is another assassin to worry about.

During this period of time, his "or Mallor's" Star Lake Guard has already begun to move, carrying lightly into battle, quietly.

The former security officer Kong Muto who compared the sword to Thales, the brawny Bastia with his face full of flesh, the Frank Zuk who is as tall as a flagpole, the dull-looking Ferry— —These guardsmen gathered quietly, or hid in the shadows of the hallway, or dressed up as servants to serve wine, or pretended to be on shifts, guarding not far from Thales, and vigilantly scanning people approaching the prince.

In the vanguard wing, Zonneveld, who uses left-handed swords, Vlaton who helps Thales to train with shields, young and vigorous Neshi, ugly Oscarson, Supa, who has foreign blood, has served Morgan who fought the war, several people were scattered in the hall, each occupying a different place, guarding the high hall, the servant passage and entrance, and also paying attention to the crowds.

As for the people in the logistics wing such as Piloja, at the strong request of the prince, they went to search the fireplace and other hiding places in Mindis Hall. ""There used to be a grand duke who didn't pay attention to the fireplace, and then he became a king. "——The very serious Prince Thales."

The messenger directly under Marillos, Toledo and Tang Xin are like schedule patrols, inconspicuously going back and forth between them, in fact they are passing orders and communicating information.

They also pay attention to the prince all the time.

Looking at all this, Thales only felt more stressed.

Kings, banquets, guests, assassins, stars, Exter, Selma, Star Lake Guard, and the **** Mindith Hall and Duke titles...

He just felt that he was locked by countless chains.

The other end of the chain was firmly fixed to each pillar in the hall, making him immobile and dying.

Tyles' smile has long been frozen into ice, like wearing old armor.

The prince looked at the shackled, lonely and lonely Duke Val from a distance, and he felt envy in his heart.

Perhaps, he is more fortunate.

At least, after tonight, he won't have to bear this anymore.

At this moment, Doyle, who went to the guests to find out about the news, returned.

"Sir, Your Highness."

He is full of energy, radiant, masculine, and angry.

The concentric Thales and the burnt-out Mallos are in contrast.

Tyles and Mallos squinted at the same time and leaned forward.

The two stared at the suspicious red—lip print?

d.d noticed their gazes and tidied up the collar calmly:

"Well, you know, intelligence work... Some senior informants charge very high prices..."

Malos coughed:

"Doyle?"

"Sorry, sir," Doyle grumbled and returned to the topic:

"Let me say that almost all unmarried ladies between the ages of nine and thirty-nine, including their male relatives, are looking at His Royal Highness openly or secretly, glance upwards every ten seconds, and talk enthusiastically about your Status, appearance, body shape, dress, relationship life, deeds and personalities, the importance of descending order..."

"There are still many people who ask me about your preferences and habits, betting on who can capture your heart! Hey, how do they know that what our highness likes..."

Thyls frowned:

"d.d?"

"Sorry, my lord," Doyle saw that the situation was not good and quickly changed the subject:

"I'll be honest, but those people's enthusiasm for collecting information from His Royal Highness, and the eyes they look at His Royal Highness, both men and women, seem to want to swallow him alive, more like assassins than assassins."

Doyle spread out helplessly.

Thyls was taken aback and looked at the banquet center.

But wherever he looked, every guest was immersed in his own little world, or chatted, or exchanged drinks.

Refined and civilized, polite and decent.

Miaoling girls are all radiant and beautiful. Some are here to make fun of friends with friends, some are invited to sing and dance, some stay quiet and elegant beside the elders, but no one deliberately stares at the table of His Royal Highness.

It's because there are ladies and Thales meeting their eyes, and most of them bow their heads politely, or shyly nod their heads, smile in a right way, or respond gracefully.

Looks natural and self, noble and dignified, and good in character.

Not at all constrained by the status of the prince.

Just like the lady named Linosa or Inasa just now.

It makes people respectful.

Thyls swept around:

"Why didn't I think?"

Doyle smiled mysteriously:

"Of course you are inexperienced, and they are skilled and old, and they are used to investigating the enemy before launching a general attack..."

Malos interrupted now:

"Enough."

"Glover is back."

The three turned their heads together: Glover, who went to contact his superior, appeared in the shadow of the corridor.

Behind him was another royal guard who had a calm complexion and outstanding temperament, but Thales did not know.

Doyle's face changed immediately.

"Oh, no."

Tyles looked at the guard:

"Who is that?"

Doyle stood up, pressed to Thales’ ears, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"That's the bad guy, your highness, the bad guy in the guard, the real villain of Fuxing Palace..."

Thyls was stunned.

"My man Vogel Tallen," the visitor raised his glass, walked to Thales' table, and saluted gracefully, like a guest more than a guard: "His Royal Highness Thales."

"The second commander of the Royal Guard."

"Also the chief flag officer."

"I wish you a happy life."

This Vogel Tarron straightened up and glanced at Glover and Doyle.

The latter two salute and step back reluctantly.

"Second Commander..."

Thyls, who has already trained his "armor" to the full level, smiles and raises his glasses, just like a normal social etiquette.

"So, you are the deputy captain of the Royal Guard? Captain Adrian's deputy?"

"And your last name...Talen of Glacier City?"

The teenager uses his brains to quickly switch between the guest’s title and last name.

"Yes, my lord," Vogel solved his doubts:

"Uncle Jia is the Earl of Glacier City."

Tyles' eyes flicked over the pentagram on his cuff.

Talen in Glacier City.

A distant relative of the Canstar royal family, one of the thirteen prominent families, the powerful arm in the central collar, the Talun family with the pentagram as its emblem.

It is a coincidence that their ancestor happened to be one of the Duke of Star Lake in history.

Just...

Thyls chanted another title.

The Chief Flag Officer?

He suddenly thought of Semir, the former royal guard who had joined the Sword of Disaster.

"May you enjoy tonight."

Vogel didn't say much, he bowed, came to the side table, and sat side by side with Mallos, who also clinked glasses with him.

It looks like an old friend having a drink in the corner.

"Lord Tarren, good night," Mallos's expression remained unchanged, in an official tone:

"I believe you brought the captain's order?"

"Oh, Tormund," Vogel called Mallos's name mildly, but Thales noticed that his smile was very polite, as if there was a sandwich on his face: "About what you reported... …"

"We look forward to your explanation."

"I believe Glover has explained it very clearly."

The watchman said lightly: "For safety reasons, we are now..."

"Clear?"

Vogel gently shook the glass and interrupted Mallos kindly:

"Are you sure that is the assassin?"

Mallos' pupils shrank.

Thyls also frowned.

After a few seconds, Mallos slowly said:

"Very likely."

Vogel put down his wine glass and slowly tightened his tone: "Maybe?"

"Dear Tormond, do you really know what you are talking about."

Glover and Doyle realized that the atmosphere was tense and looked at each other.

"This is the first official banquet for the royal family in more than ten years after the war. The preparations are long and the guests are prominent and are of great significance."

The words of the deputy captain became serious:

"Everything happening here now will spread throughout the kingdom tomorrow, with far-reaching impact."

He turned his head and stared at Mallos, as if staring at a criminal who violated the law:

"Whether the banquet is interrupted, the nobles are arranged to leave the venue hastily. Or the Royal Family of Canstar is greedy for life and fear of death, nervous, searching for assassins."

Vogel squinted his eyes:

"Just because... someone gave you a look?"

"It sounds like a scene in a country tavern, Tormund."

The contempt in his tone is clear and audible.

Thyls couldn't help looking at Mallos.

"Because this banquet is so important," the captain of the guard of the Duke of Xinghu did not get angry, his tone was flat:

"So once the assassination is true, the trouble will only be greater."

Vogel snorted coldly.

He stared at Mallos's profile face, but the latter just silently looked forward, as if the skeptical eyes pointing at him were not blades.

A few seconds later, Vogel exhaled.

"We have acted."

Vogel turned his head and put his attention back into his glass: "They will pay close attention to everyone who tries to get close. Your Majesty, His Royal Highness and other important persons will be safe..."

"But a strong shield can't keep a spear," Mallos didn't look at him, still paying attention to the situation in the hall:

"The best way is to avoid the accident before it happens, maybe we can temporarily remove some of it..."

But Vogel's gentle tone seemed to harden suddenly, and when he inserted the other person's words like steel, he even changed his name:

"For the sake of the setting sun, Mallos."

"Please don't educate me."

He speaks slowly but seriously.

There was a sudden silence between the two.

At that moment, both Doyle Glover and Thales felt that kind of tension.

The music fades away, and the time for the party comes to an end.

The bard reappeared and sang the long and tragic song of King Blade's expedition to Dragon Kiss, but on the eve of his success, he died in a strange land.

Thyls held back the interrupted yùwàng, tried not to look at the two behind him, cut open a plate of lettuce, and at the same time spread a smile, and sent the next guest to greet him.

After a while, Mallos' voice came again, still calm:

"Dare not, sir."

Vogel was silent for a while, and returned to normal when he spoke again.

"We can't just drive everyone away just to avoid accidents. This is Mindis Hall. Its opening marks the kingdom's return to the heirs and return to prosperity and stability."

Thyls sighed inwardly.

Return to prosperity and stability...

Vogel looked around vigilantly, confirming that he did not attract much attention:

"Raise vigilance and the banquet as usual."

He got up to leave.

"But this is also the Mindis Hall of Duke Xinghu."

"If something happens, His Royal Highness Thales will be the first to bear the blame."

Malos turned his head slowly and looked straight at Vogel:

"My people are the ones who bear the responsibility."

He speaks very slowly.

Vogel's movements stopped.

The captain of the deputy guard released his arm on the table and sat down again.

"Your people?"

This time, Vogel snorted coldly, his tone no longer polite.

"Marius, I think, you, and your son-in-law team, you need to sort out your positions."

The words made Glover and Doylezi change in color.

Thyls also frowned.

Young Master Brother Team...

Malos listened blankly, but Vogel's eyes were unquestionable:

"Even if you change the station, you are still the Royal Guard."

"And I am yours-superior."

"Just like Min Disi Hall, it belongs to Fuxing Palace."

Thyls was shocked by this.

Min Disi Hall belongs to Fuxing Palace...

Vogel's words are cold to the bone:

"Forever, never forget this."

"The Watchman."

Malles did not respond.

Just as Thales did not.

Time seemed to pause for a few seconds.

In this space, Glover and Doyle seemed to froze.

Only Mallos took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened his eyes again: "Of course, sir."

"Dare not or forget."

He is respectful and authentic.

Vogel nodded slightly, looking satisfied.

Until the next sentence of Mallos calmly and without emotional fluctuations:

"But if I remember correctly, in a state of emergency..."

"Inheritance guard of the guard, at the same level as the deputy captain?"

"Really, sir?"

This time, Vogel's face changed.

For a second, Thales thought the temperature dropped sharply and the air stopped flowing.

A few seconds later, the captain of the deputy guard stared at Mallos coldly, with a playful tone, like mosquitoes and flies:

"Yes, according to the top secret "Law of the Watch" in the "Covenant of the Guard", in certain'states of emergency', the watchman can and should make independent decisions."

"And I have no right to interfere."

Thyls winced.

The top secret "Law of Watching".

In an emergency.

The watchman can and should...

Independent decision?

Thyls's heart tightened.

Vogel lowered his voice, his words were cold:

"But you know, the Royal Guard invoked the ordinance last time in a state of emergency to activate this secret law, giving the watchman great power independent of the command wing..."

"When did it happen?"

At that moment, Thales' mind was blank, and he suddenly remembered Thacker, who was not knowing where he was.

The penalty knight.

[The man who should have been charged with the crime of collaborating with the enemy, but who has concealed the truth in a despicable manner for eighteen years... That shameful, sad, hypocritical, disgusting, self-proclaimed, respectable, inconsistent guy... It's me . 】

Thyls froze.

Vogel's pupils focused.

He raised his wine glass and pressed it to the side of Mallos' ear, pressing his voice:

"And you really think about it..."

"Want to be here~IndoMTL.com~ in front of me, forcibly declare a state of emergency?"

"Activate "Law of the Watch"?"

Malles confronted him silently.

Glover and Doyle did not hear Vogel's words clearly, but this did not affect their judgment of the tension between the boss and the deputy captain at this time.

The two of them dare not take a mouthful.

I don't know how long it took, Mallos finally smiled:

"Of course..."

For an instant, Vogel's eyes became more chilly.

Glover and Doyle's faces are earthy.

Until a few seconds later, the watchman lowered his head gently and chuckled as usual:

"...no." 13