Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 61: I want it all
Fuxing Palace is the same as before.
Cold and dead, lonely and solemn.
Push, push, push...
Thyls followed behind Baron Quentin, the chief of the palace, listening to the echo of his own footsteps, and once again felt the airtight depression.
That's the darkness that can't even be illuminated by an unextinguished light.
Behind the Duke, Mallos was as decent and indifferent as ever. In fact, many people guarded Thales out of Mindis Hall, but only Mallos was allowed to accompany him into the palace.
This is not a good sign.
However, unlike the previous treatment (quietly received attention), everyone along the way-regardless of guards, servants, noble vassals-salutes him respectfully, and dictates his Royal Highness with seriousness and meticulousness.
I don't know why.
So, how much will he pay for his choice last night?
Thyls is confused.
The palace chief in front of him let out a soft cough, and the prince instinctively stretched his chest and abdomen in perfect manner.
After turning around, they did not go to the previous chamber, but came to a higher level.
The two sides of the corridor on this floor are covered with portraits of kings in various periods, which opened Thales’ eyes:
The son of the King of Revival, King John I, who created the nine-star crown, has a high spirits. Although he is nicknamed "Black Eyes", he has a pair of clear and moving blue eyes, and he looks quite fascinating.
Wu Gonghehe, the "Blade King" Tormund II, who was the leader of the blade, kept a seated statue, which concealed his five short stature that has been recorded in history (he tried to tamper with it many times).
The orthodox controversy is the most controversial. The "cutter" Tormund IV, who relied on the palace to become the upper hand, has a cold expression and a gloomy look. The artist successfully used light and shadow to make his face appear eerie and strange, which made the viewer uncomfortable.
Su Mei III looked modest and steady, coupled with the carefully decorated stubble, he is definitely a middle-aged handsome uncle who is absolutely sought after by tens of thousands in another world. It is hard to believe that this is the cunning and sinister star "Jackal".
On the second day of adulthood and the day before the wedding, the "king of regret" Bancroft II, who passed away unfortunately, looked sad and aggrieved as if he did not wake up, but it was with him. The nickname complements each other.
The portrait of "Surviving King" Ellen IV, who has been a boyish ambition since he was a child, has no intention of fighting for power, has married eight times and has become rich and worry-free. The portrait at the coronation looks terrified and at a loss. This may be 55 years old. It was only then that I was told to change back to Canxing’s surname, inherit the throne, and by the way return all the huge wealth (inherited from the seven widows’ wives) to the royal family.
"The Northerner" Queen Elika is shrouded in a majestic, bloated, and distorted costume. She is majestic and powerful. She can't see the characteristics of women at all. "Ten humilis are like double ten colors".
The "Sand King" Kessel IV looked out in the distance, mighty and sunny. Unfortunately, this couldn't hide the mediocrity and cowardice that he and his nickname passed as a joke: After the expedition to the great desert, he was terrified and lost. Under the army, he buried himself in the sand to cover his figure with a thunder, and finally escaped, leaving behind the famous phrase "Invisibility equals invincibility".
Obviously, the three giant portraits combined with historical backgrounds in Mindis Hall are more impressive, but the portraits here also have their own characteristics, reflecting the techniques and habits of different painters, including the artistic styles of different periods. .
But...
Thyls looked at them quietly, and suddenly thought of something strange.
Regardless of these palace portraits or the legendary Three Kings in Mindis Hall, all the people in the paintings look like...
Not sincere.
Finally, they stopped in front of a tightly guarded stone room. The chief commander of the royal guard, Lord Adrian, appeared before them, gentle but majestic.
"Baron Quentin," Adrian first salutes the leading palace magistrate:
"Still well?"
The palace chief shook his hand, looking indifferent.
"Good, good, now please forgive me for my lack of company, I am going to pay Master Dimon's tailoring expenses."
Baron Quentin was sloppy, with a little bit of resentment between the lines:
"I also have to stare at the procurement of the Queen's wine glass, you know-glass, glass, wine, glass! What a big expense, not sloppy!"
Glass wine glasses.
Thyls stood behind him, his expression lagging slightly.
Captain Adrian just squinted and smiled.
Tyles finally sighed and sincerely apologized:
"Your Excellency, I'm sorry."
Baron Quentin turned around, staring and blowing.
"Oh, your lord, you better be!"
The palace manager is not polite, raises the volume, excitedly, and righteous:
"For the sake of your ancestors, do you think that the royal family's money fell from the sky? It is all anointed by the people, so generous!"
Baron Quentin gave him one last look and walked away angrily.
Leaves Thales with his chest shrunk and a horrified expression on his face.
"Please understand that Baron Quentin has been in charge of court affairs for 30 years, he is practical, meticulous, but also stubborn and stubborn," Adrian explained with a smile:
"In the past, when Weilai was launched, even His Majesty Eddie had to give him three points."
Thyls forced himself to smile with understanding.
"His Royal Highness, Lord Mallos," Adrian officially met with the two of them:
"Welcome to the Imperial Conference Room."
The captain of the guard turned around and raised his hand to show Thales a stone gate two people tall:
"Alias "Ballard Room"."
Under the dim light from the narrow stone window in the distance and the illumination of two inextinguishable lamps, there were at least ten members of the royal guard guarding both sides of the gray stone gate, all of them serious and unsmiling.
"Ballard?"
Tyles squinted his eyes, looked at this special stone gate, and recalled the royal family genealogy that has been corrupted these days:
"You mean the king of stars who ended the third century, the'believer' Ballard I?"
Adrian smiled.
"Exactly."
"Four hundred years ago, the ‘Giant’ Kahn led the all-wicked ‘mad soldiers’ invaded, and the frenzy swept the kingdom until the city of Eternal Star-coincided with the reign of King Ballard."
The captain of the guard looked back at Shimen with emotion.
Thyls pondered for a while:
"I have heard this story in the north. The Grand Duke Kahn Tludida of Exeter and his ‘Giant Spirit’s Crusade’. The nobles of the North are proud of it today."
"So, Ballard room, was he born here or succeeded here?"
Captain Adrian snorted and shook his head:
"When the soldiers approached the city and the mountains and rivers were broken, Ballard I summoned the daring courtiers into the palace, gathered in one room, and gave a long table to defend the country regardless of origin."
Adrian is quite emotional:
"It was the first imperial conference in the history of the kingdom, and it was held regularly thereafter to deal with state affairs, gradually becoming a system and passing it on for four hundred years."
"Then there is the "Ballard Room" of the Imperial Front."
Thyls thought, without saying anything.
The captain of the guard suddenly realized his gaffe, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and gave up his position.
"Your Majesty's royal meeting with a few adults is underway. Your Majesty, please come in."
Thyls frowned:
"The Imperial Conference? Now?"
"Maybe I should wait until..."
But Lord Adrian interrupted him.
"Your Majesty is called, Your Majesty, and you are the Duke of Xinghu of the Kingdom," the captain of the guard has a modest and polite tone, but with a different kind of power:
"Ting prelude is right, please pay attention to your manners."
Adrian said softly:
"Don't be too'Northland'."
Thyls frowned.
Adrian gave up and walked towards the guard subordinate:
"Open the door, Marico, remember to be gentle."
Thyls took this opportunity to tidy up his clothes, not forgetting to turn his head too far, and quietly asked Mallos behind him:
"Any suggestions?"
For some reason, Mallos standing in front of Ballard's room was expressionless at this moment:
"Yes."
His reply is like an ancient well without waves:
"Don't ask me."
Tyles looked back angrily.
Okay.
Deserving of his favorite captain of the guard.
This suggestion is honest and in place. It is simply too useful.
Thyls thought sarcastically.
But he remembered the portraits of the king he had seen while watching, but found that he had no impression of Ballard I.
Either missed it, or placed in an inconspicuous corner.
"Eleanor."
In the light of the slow opening of the stone gate, Thales made a quiet voice without moving his lips.
Malos frowned behind him, and he quietly took a step forward:
"What?"
Tyles looked at the wider and wider stone gate, looked at the gloom inside, and hummed softly:
"400 years ago, King Ballard first assumed the position of his elder brother. He was only seventeen years old and faced a crisis. It was difficult for him to impress the princes and the public."
The prince squinted his eyes:
"At that time, the person who really had the right to make an exception to convene an imperial conference and set a policy to resist the'giant spirit's madness' was a woman."
Thyls turned around and smiled at Mallos:
"Yes."
"Queen Dowager, Eleanor."
Malles frowned.
"And this place should actually be called the'Eleanor Room'."
The next second, Thales turned forward, and in the respectful eyes of the guards on both sides, he passed the stone gate and plunged into the darkness.
He looks calm.
Stay calmly.
With a soft sound, Shimen closed, completely covering the figure of the Duke of Xinghu.
Marius looked at the deep stone gate, and then pursed his mouth, his voice is hardly noticeable:
"Really."
Outside Shimen, Adrian walked to Mallos and patted him on the shoulder.
The watchman nodded:
"Is there anything I need to worry about last night?"
"For example, how did that assassin enter the king's banquet with weapons?"
Adrian smiled:
"No."
Malles frowned slightly.
But before he could think deeply, the captain of the guard took him by the shoulders and led him out of the Ballard room with half a drag:
"So, what about Mindis Hall, Tormond?"
The captain of the guard kindly asked this nephew who he had watched growing up all the way, as if he was doing the same thing:
"Compared with this?"
Malles became indifferent again:
"Very good, very bright."
Adrian nodded.
"Yes," the captain's eyes lit up:
"Only Bright Hall?"
"Time is short," Mallos said in an ordinary tone:
"Wait longer, I'll tell you later."
Adrian smiled, and he let go of Mallos.
"When will you arrange a day off for yourself?"
The older captain pressed his waist: "You know, my wife has recently met some nice unmarried girls. I shouldn't mind..."
But Mallos interrupted him suddenly:
"Captain."
He didn't say anything, only his face was expressionless.
Adrian stared at him for a long time before he nodded.
"His Royal Highness didn't come out so quickly," the captain of the guard said lightly:
"Old rules, go to the guard room and wait."
Malles stalled.
Lord Adrian smiled at him:
"You know, paperwork."
Malles was silent for a second.
"Of course," the watchman raised his mouth and smiled similarly:
"Paperwork."
————
Tyles walked into the imperial conference room and found that it was actually smaller than he thought (after all, there is the contrast between the hall of stars and the chamber, including the tomb of the stars), the dome is low, the walls are narrow, and it looks all the way. Inherited the unique coldness and darkness of Fuxing Palace.
It's really a little dark room.
The prince complained silently.
Under the shining of the unextinguishable lamp, there is a long table surrounded by many people, and there are faint voices.
Tyles took a deep breath and walked forward slowly without thinking about the unhappy future.
As he approached, the voices around the long table weakened, and most of them turned around and looked at the newcomers to the Imperial Conference.
Thyls noticed that none of the people on the long table are ordinary people:
The potbellied prime minister of the kingdom and the guardian of the East China Sea, Bob Cullen, still smiles, as if everything is good.
His familiar foreign secretary and teacher "Cunning Fox" Gilbert was worried and hesitated.
There are also Wang’s military advisers, who have a rich life experience and are nicknamed "Private Soldiers" Sodor Reid, including the Kingdom Treasurer, the "pocket of money" Jok Mann, who is said to be able to "pay money from the crotch".
I once visited Exeter to see the prince. The "sharp face" Viscount Connie, who had just been promoted to minister of commerce and trade at the beginning of the year, was also here, smiling friendly at him; the one who was dozing off was Lord Clapham, the minister of agriculture and animal husbandry, "the miser" ; And the faith ad hoc adviser who almost became the teacher of Thales theology class, the young and promising assistant bishop of the Central Diocese of Sunset Church, Stilianides.
Tyles also noticed that there was another person standing under the long table, far away from the nobles. It was a man with scars on his face and looking quite vicious. Stabbed, as if ill-intentioned.
The prince wondered: Who is that? Why is he the only one standing?
And King Kessel V—the most unignorable master here—sit at the top of the long table, with a casual posture, he enjoys the light of the stone window behind him alone, and his appearance under the backlight is unclear. The dark silhouette of people feel depressed.
With a little anxiety, Thales swallowed his throat and stepped forward respectfully.
"Father."
He salutes gracefully:
"My lord, good day."
Gilbert was the first to stand up and respectfully respond:
"Duke Thales, good day."
The imperial monarchs on the long table moved one after another, and stood up to greet the foreign minister.
But the king's voice immediately sounded, interrupting this perhaps meaningful greeting:
"Find a chair by yourself."
The ministers were silent.
They looked at Thales first and then at the king, but in the end they didn't complete their greetings, and they returned to the throne one after another.
Gilbert thoughtfully changed to the seat next to him, and took the initiative to make room for Thales.
Thyls nodded gratefully, stepped forward and sat down, and nodded to the Deputy Bishop Stella Nides, who was sitting on the other side, with a good heart.
At least, they reserved a seat for themselves.
At least, they didn't ask the teacher directly.
At least, they didn't throw a sword hastily and let him "cut your own throat."
At the top of the long table, the man against the light changed his supporting arm, knocked on the long table, and said coldly:
"Go on, So Duo."
These words seemed to have fallen sharply, and the serious atmosphere that had been thawed slightly by the arrival of the prince condensed again.
On the other side, military adviser Sodor Reid cleared his throat, he stood up, and the royal conference resumed.
"In any case, I secretly withdrew the main force of the elite from Liberty Castle in advance and laid ambush in the wild. This decision of the Liberty League was extremely bold." Shuoduo in a uniform knocked on the long table and spread a huge map on it. There are black and white chess pieces on it:
"It is important to know that if the city is unfavorable due to the internal emptiness and Freedom Castle falls, the war will be over."
Suo Duo looked serious, he reached out to the castle sign marked "Freedom", withdrew a knight from the three or four black chess pieces inside, and placed it outside the map.
Tyles noticed that the subject of this imperial meeting was not him, at least not the assassination last night.
but...
"Master Shuoduo just returned from the Western Famine with the standing army," Gilbert whispered in the ear of the prince:
"We can get the first-line intelligence of the Battle of Exeter earlier."
The Battle of Exeter.
The prince's mood tightened--this was a feeling he had never felt before walking into Ballard's room alone.
Tyles frowned and recognized the contents of the map on the long table: Freedom Castle is on one side, Qiyuan City is on the other, and there are countless mountains and rivers, villages and castles in between.
At this moment, dozens of white chess pieces started from Qiyuancheng, vast and mighty, almost occupying most of the important points on the map.
They are powerful, and they are far away from the isolated and helpless Freehold with only two or three black chess pieces left.
Just like a trapped rat in a cage.
And inside—Tyles looked at a dozen white chess—had his friends.
"But the previous Lien Chan's continuous victory has contributed to the arrogance and arrogance of the Northlanders."
"They thought that their opponents would be like 20 years ago, with the help of geographically advantageous fortifications, to defend the strong city with all their strength, so that only scattered troops are left to maintain the rear, the main force will drive straight forward, and the most important and the most difficult to attack with superior force Liberty Castle."
Suo Duo spoke solemnly. He moved the chess pieces, pushing a dozen white chess pieces along the line forward, until he surrounded the black castle on three sides, leaving only one suspicious gap.
It's like a trap left by a rat trap.
"They didn't even spend much energy to check, to confirm whether the occupied area easily won behind them was tricky, and to confirm whether the real main force was hidden among the scattered enemies along the way."
Compared with Exeter's absolute advantage on the map, the military commander rubbed the scattered chess pieces behind White, looking heavy and serious.
The king said nothing.
Gilbert sighed and interjected:
"After all, the extremists are unparalleled in the world with their prestige in battle and dash."
"If there is no strong cavalry in the city, who would dare to stand up to the front?"
Thyls remembered the black sand-collared soldiers who had sacrificed their lives under the Broken Dragon Fortress.
Suo Duo nodded, but snorted lightly:
"That was the first mistake they made."
The words were awe-inspiring, and everyone's hearts were tightened.
Suo Duo raised his head:
"News from Secret Section?"
Under all eyes, the scar-faced man who had been standing under the long table in silence finally stepped forward.
Tyles reacted: It was a spy from the Kingdom Secret Division.
"According to the evidence from various front lines," faced with many nobles, the scarred man took out a wad of paper, spoke fluently, and did not see tension:
"While the Northlanders were attacking the city and the fighting was fierce, the Liberty League secretly withdrew, and the ambushing troops suddenly launched to attack the back road boldly."
His voice is cold:
"Within a week, Exeter's replenishment points along the Shanliu River were overwhelmed, and transportation efficiency dropped drastically."
Following his words, Sodor Reid calmly moved the black knight off the map back into the field and settled firmly behind the white front.
"Maybe I am too old to remember..."
Prime Minister Cullen adjusted the position of his stomach, with a naive look, I saw him wondering:
"But the style of play is a bit familiar."
As soon as this remark came out, all the kings present were moved.
Suo Duo nodded, but didn't answer directly, but signaled the secret department to continue.
The scarred man coughed and changed a piece of paper:
"Supply cannot be stable. In just one week, the Northlanders rely on the city to attack the city, and the proud epee regiment and heavy armored swordsman are affected. They attacked the city several times and were about to succeed. It fell short."
"Their mass cavalry is powerful, but they have not been able to find enough food and supplies in the Freedom League, where they can only stay in place and wait for the result of the siege."
There was silence around the long table, and the king remained motionless.
Gilbert was the first to speak, breaking the silence:
"So Exter lost like this? So simple?"
"Is it impossible?"
Sodor Reid snorted softly. He stared at the large number of white chess pieces on the map, showing fear:
"Of course it is impossible."
The military adviser looks at the secret department.
The scar-faced man calmly said:
"According to our information, in the first few weeks after the supply attack, the Exeters still retained more than 90% of the absolute combat power, enough to complete several decisive field battles or sieges, far beyond the freedom of the League. Resist."
But his voice changed:
"At this time, Exeter's commanders disagree on what to do next."
"Differences..."
Gilbert groaned.
Disagreement.
Thyls felt gloomy when he remembered the battle report Gilbert told him last night.
Sodor Reid is still serious, he nodded.
"Qiyuan City forces the entire army to press on, and the total offensive is decisive."
"Guardian City wants to reorganize the front and slowly erode."
Speaking of this, Shuoduo's complexion slowly became serious:
"The leader of Longxiao City, the one-armed Kierke Gor, advocated blocking the main roads, besieging but not attacking, and at the same time mobilized a small amount of manpower to form a rare and elite, but equally mobile task force. The team, in return for the other, tracked and wiped out the ace of the Freedom League in the wild."
"Once you succeed, as long as you throw the head of the enemy commander into the Freedom Fort, the city will be broken without attack. It is impossible to solve."
Hearing a familiar name, Thales thought of the one-armed earl who was taciturn in the political days, but finally settled down.
But others don't think so.
"Ah, Kierkegel, that one-armed bastard, I remember him."
The Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry of the Kingdom who has been dozing off, Lord Clapham, who is nicknamed "The Mischief", seems to wake up suddenly, with lingering fears:
"Eighteen years ago, under his command, the Yankees rushed forward to fight for aid, and eventually conquered the cold fort, causing the Northern Territory to fall."
"Sure enough, his strategy is the most poisonous."
Prime Minister Cullen scratched his head:
"So, three ways, which one is better?"
The kings on the seat were silent for a while.
"I think it should be a long stream, slowly and slowly," Viscount Connie, the secretary of commerce, is in his prime, but his choice is different:
"To fight the big with the small, it is best to avoid rushing for quick success and quick gain, not to mention the Freedom League is already a trapped beast, there is no need to take risks."
But for an old treasurer, Jok Man shook his head disapprovingly:
"No, no, no, the biggest advantage of the Northlanders is that no one can stop the thunder strike,"
"Not to mention that Chen Bing is out, the burden and expenditure... Believe me, the sooner the war ends, the better, it is the most beneficial to get it done once and for all."
But compared to them, Thales noticed:
Gilbert frowned and was silent.
At this moment, the king raised his head, showing sharp eyes in the dark outline:
"Suo Duo, your opinion?"
Everyone's gaze swept toward the military adviser.
Suo Duo didn't answer right away, but saw him solemnly as he did, and his finger was drawn from one end of the map to the other, as if he was gambling with someone on the battlefield.
"Speaking of war, the people of the North are never ambiguous."
Suo Duo looked at the white chess pieces in the picture, and his eyes became more and more serious:
"What's more, they have the advantage everywhere, they have the upper hand."
"I think, since the rear was attacked, they have seen through the calculations of the Freedom Alliance, knowing that the other party is taking risks to disperse their forces, and knowing that the enemy is now vulnerable."
Boom!
The "Private Soldier" hit the table with a heavy punch.
With a big wave of his hand, he first pushed a large number of white chess pieces to the position of Freedom Castle, and then knocked down all the black chess pieces in the fort:
"Regardless of casualties, attack with all strength, the Freedom League cannot stop it."
Suo Duo evenly distributed the white chess pieces, covering every key point on the map, until the black knight that fell behind had nowhere to go, and finally fell:
"Consolidate the defense zone and occupy it steadily. The Freedom League cannot stand it."
Finally, the military advisor lightly clenched his fist and slowly recovered the situation. Only then did he pick out two knights from the white chess, put them together with the black knight, and then push the latter down:
"Counting the enemy's attack on the heart, we are all focused on wondering, and the Freedom League can't help it."
Suo Duo took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the monarchs present, his eyes stopped as he passed Thales.
"No matter the storm, Xu Tu, and Qibing, all three are good strategies."
Thyls nodded slowly, Yu Guang glanced at Viscount Connie and Jok Mann, and found that they both nodded in satisfaction.
Well, it makes sense, but no one is guilty.
But the military adviser's words immediately changed:
"But when three great options are put together..."
Suo Duo's tone changed, and he was angry.
He nodded to the scarfaced man in the secret department:
The latter cleared his throat:
"Our intelligence is limited, and the specific decisions in Exeter's military account are unknown."
"But the city was besieged for a long time, and the Northlanders who couldn't stand the delay finally chose-the soldiers were divided into three groups, and the multi-headed attack."
As soon as this statement came out, most of the people in the Imperial Conference were taken aback.
Even Thales can't help but frown.
Among the crowd, only Gilbert sighed.
"Split troops? Or three?"
Viscount Connie was puzzled, obviously unable to understand:
"The people of the Liberty Allies are weak, ten dead, no life, risk and division of troops is understandable, but the Northlanders clearly sit on the army and have the advantage... Are they crazy?"
Amidst the many questions, Thordor Reid grunted angrily.
"The commanders explained that: First, to relieve the logistical pressure caused by the concentration of the army in one place, to allocate materials reasonably for the general offensive, and to protect the turbulent rear supply line, and secondly, to chase that one. The ghost forces that attacked around the back will eventually expand and consolidate the occupied area to facilitate the collection of grain and grass on the spot."
Thyls was stunned.
Okay.
Every reason is extremely valid, well-founded, and even thoughtful, irrefutable.
covers the storm, Xu Tu, and Qibing just mentioned.
But...
Suo Duo said coldly.
"Children know that you can only choose one multiple-choice question." He stared at the white chess on the map~IndoMTL.com~struggling to reach out and divide them into three:
"As an adult, you want to have it all?"
At this moment, the military advisers are in conflict. On the one hand, they despise and disdain, and on the other hand, they are full of sadness to their colleagues:
"Simply stupid."
"Death is not a pity."
Among the sceptical kings present, Thales looked at one of the three white moves with a mixed feeling.
Here, no one has lived in the North for such a long time like him, and has had such close contact with the people of the North.
Disagreement—he vaguely knew the answer behind it.
But he was even more nervous and apprehensive.
Is that so?
High-speed text hand fight kingdom bloodline chapter list