Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 68: Marry me

Tyles sat in his seat, but he didn't feel like his body.

He realized that in the royal conference room at this moment, he was the only one facing the king.

Can't turn a deaf ear to ears, and can't bow to avoid it.

"This morning, when the military intelligence from the north arrives, it is a matter of Longxiao City..."

King Kessel's voice sounded in a small room, without the echo and sense of emptiness in the chamber.

But it makes people feel more stuffy.

"Gilbert insisted on letting his students come in, saying that this was the prince’s ‘practical course’."

"However, even in the imperial front, he was not so anxious when talking about your farce last night."

Thyls thought of Gilbert, gratitude and sorrow came to his heart at the same time.

"Today, Bob Cullen specifically mentioned that the pirates from the north are becoming more and more rampant, saying that he wants to reorganize the Huigang navy and protect the trade interests of the seven ports in the East China Sea."

Kaiser sits in the main seat, and the light cannot illuminate the darkness in his figure.

"The people of Kosde rushed to the Department of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry early in the morning and checked the local grain exports to the Yadi Territory on the grounds of preparing for spring plowing—most of them were also planted in the North Grain seeds."

Tyles tried to take a breath.

Prime Minister Cullen and Yadi's Cyclops.

"As for Exeter..."

The king snorted coldly, and his words revealed disdain:

"The delegation of Elk City has been in Yongxing City for a long time, but they have been very calm. It was not until after the banquet last night that the letter crows that contacted the country were released."

"The Northlanders who rebuilt the tower had clean hands and feet and couldn't grasp the handle. Unfortunately, the Doyle family was unlucky and exposed the private sale of food."

Jorge in Elk City, and Levi who rebuilt the tower.

Thyls stared at the map on the table.

"You ran back and forth for that girl, thinking it was hidden."

The voice of the Ironfist King suddenly tightened, like a scattered magic gun, focusing on Thales:

"In fact, every move, there is nowhere to hide."

Thyls suddenly felt dry and dry.

Apparently, the tea in Ballard's room was not prepared for the Duke of Star Lake.

"And I thought you arrived at the Imperial Conference, you can stop in front of the foreign minister, and put away your rumored tail feathers."

"Obviously..."

"I underestimated you, Duke Xinghu, or the determination of Polaris."

King Kessel paused, and repeated the word coldly but ironically:

"For...love?"

The king's voice fell.

Thyls raised his head.

"But..."

The teenager retorted subconsciously:

"That's not love."

Not...

The king's eyes pierced out of the darkness, penetrating the sunlight unstoppably.

Fell on Thales.

"Not love?"

His father responded with contempt:

"That's worse than love."

"The desire for youth and beauty? Or the interest in conquering noble women?"

The voice of Kessel V thunderously:

"Or, you are a boar with high toes, you can only rely on a dangling **** to find your self-esteem?"

Tyles closed his eyes.

In the past six years, the library, the hero hall, the shield area, the dining room, the study... countless memory scenes struck at that moment, but none of them helped the situation.

But we are not.

Selma.

No.

The teenager clenched his fists.

He breathed hard, trying to drive away the discomfort he hadn't felt in the past six years.

Why.

Why is he so uncomfortable, frustrated, out of control, and irritable?

"No."

Thyls raised his head and argued with difficulty.

"Selma and I have a very good relationship. That's right."

He resisted the cold gaze of the iron-fisted king, just like resisting the blizzard of extreme cold, and resisting the retreat in his heart.

You can't escape.

Find a way out.

Face him face-to-face.

It's like facing past opponents: King Nunn, King Chaman...

"But outside of my personal friendship, I treat her..."

Face him face to face

Face it up.

Face... them.

Tyles took a deep breath and finally said that sentence:

"I have a responsibility to her."

At that moment, Thales felt the air around him circulate, just like his words and thinking.

A rhetorical question came from the dimly lit room, not much better than before:

"Responsibility?"

Thyls found himself nodding lightly.

"That's right."

"Six years ago, I personally—no, it should be said that you and the kingdom put together the power of the country to send that girl to the throne of the Palace of Valor."

King Kessel did not speak.

The young man met the king’s sight, slowly regaining his thoughts and firming his tone:

"The whole stars are up and down..."

"We are all responsible."

The prince seems to have returned to the state he had when he faced the princes in Exter, and his speech gradually became fluent:

"And I don't think this kind of responsibility is a meaningless moral burden."

Thyls suddenly discovered that there are actually many windows in the Ballard room.

But it is cold air that enters the room through them, not light.

"Because of what happened six years ago, that girl was naturally close to us and close to the stars."

The Duke of Xinghu clarified his logic and methodically:

"In Exter, in Longxiao City, in a group that is incompatible with our interests and concepts, this is especially valuable."

The king didn't move.

Only the eyes remain unchanged.

"So I believe that Selma can be trusted and expected."

"My attention and help to her, even from the perspective of the kingdom, is by no means meaningless."

Thyls tried his best to treat himself as an adviser to the imperial court, and his words were confident and determined, just like Suoduo and Jo Ke:

"As I said, she is enough to be an ally of the stars."

He stared at his father closely.

King Kessel gave a chuckle.

"Allies of the stars?"

He spoke hoarsely, opening his eyes like a beast from hibernation:

"Or your weakness?"

Weaknesses.

For some reason, Thales suddenly remembered the Black Prophet whom he had not seen for a long time.

Think of their first meeting.

Tyles swallowed.

"I understand your concerns."

He took out his full armor, awakened twelve percent spirit, and regarded the person in front of him as enemies like Nunn and Chaman:

"A Camus person told me: Doing business can't just look at figures and profits. Sometimes, you have to do word of mouth and contacts."

The king snorted:

"Business?"

But Thales just went on blindly:

"Even in the most ordinary wars, our allies will be attacked, our friends will be attacked, and our colleagues will also be threatened."

"And this does not mean that they are our weakness."

Tyles tightens the drake's voice, which has not passed the change of voice, so that he sounds more mature and rational:

"On the contrary."

"To make a profit, you must take a relative risk."

"So last night, for our benefit, I could not stand by and watch."

He must be firm, he must be sure.

"Because I believe that the girl will bring us greater value and benefits."

Tyles looked at those eyes that were so dazzling in the darkness, and tried to raise his shield.

King Kessel was silent for a long time.

It's been a long time since Thales was even stiff in his sitting posture.

Finally.

"We."

The King of Iron Fists sneered:

"You use ‘us’ to hold you up."

"Tell me, this is what ‘we’ should do."

The next moment, the king pressed the arm of the chair.

Kaiser came to the sun from the gloom, showing his body, his face, and his eyes like a stone statue.

And the nine-pointed star logo on the clothing.

More obvious than the logo on Thales’ neckline.

"But what about yourself?"

For some reason, the king's action made Thales chill.

Just like a fierce beast showing its claws out of the fog.

"Your own feelings, your own minds, your own considerations, your own preferences..."

Just listen to the king said coldly:

"Where are you yourself?"

Where am I?

Thyls frowned.

He doesn't think about other things, and answers with the trend:

"I am among'us'."

"If in addition to the interests and position of the kingdom, we can also consider sincerity and live up to my personal friendship with her, then everyone will be happy..."

But the king’s response follows:

"No."

Kesel's words have a steady tone, but they have unshakable majesty:

"You are pretending to be among'us'."

Thyls frowned.

"Because you think that I was born for the stars, rational and calm, and only the cruel king of the kingdom in my eyes."

The words of the iron-fisted king are extremely indifferent:

"Despise feelings and impulse, only care about gains and losses."

"So you racked your brains and talked, just to pretend to be like me and face me."

Thyls was startled for a second.

"To prove that what you did is in line with the principle of interest and in accordance with political considerations," the king said calmly:

"So that I can convince you."

"Thus letting go of your arbitrary actions and letting go of your girlfriend."

Thyls was about to refute, but the next sentence of the iron-fisted king completely froze him:

"Just like your usual trick: understand the opponent's methods, the opponent's logic, and then defeat them on their battlefield."

Kaiser snorted coldly and rubbed his fingers gently:

"Use clever calculations to deal with King Nunn."

"Fight against Chaman Rumba with a desperate move."

"Using domineering against Williams..."

"Or like last night."

"Use the weakness of human nature to play games with the Kevin Deere kid in the air."

Thyls stared at each other in a daze.

He knows.

The king's words echoed in Thales' mind.

The usual trick...

Pretend to be similar to him and face him...

The young man suddenly had the illusion that he was completely stripped from top to bottom at this moment, and he was standing naked in front of the king.

There is nothing to hide, nothing to do, no escape.

"But some things cannot be disguised."

Kessel V raised his eyes.

"Just like last night."

Last night.

Tyles' pupils moved.

The King of Iron Fist stared at him from a distance.

That feeling is coming again.

The kind of depression that neither King Nunn nor King Chaman gave him.

The kind of powerlessness that raises one's hands and feet like a heavy weight to push against the top, but speaks like a throat.

"Why?"

The king spoke softly, but it was difficult to resist:

"Last night, why did you take your own risk?"

"Get off in person, still having fun?"

There seemed to be a ghost in Thales' eyes.

That is the face of Anke and Doyle.

The young man took a deep breath, concentrated his attention, and tried his best to explain:

"Last night's banquet, the situation was tricky, and it was a dilemma. How to choose was not appropriate."

"So I personally came off, to go out of the third way, to show them a completely different Thales Can star, so that we..."

But right now.

"Lies."

Thyls's words stopped.

"You ended up personally, not because of ‘us’."

King Kessel stared at him from a distance, as if watching a game of chess:

"And just because of you."

"You want to save the pieces and the game at the same time."

Tyles felt cold.

"Because this is you."

"No matter what, you always want to find a way to please everyone, a perfect choice that meets your highest expectations."

"It's better to have no waves, no harm and no harm."

"Avoid the ugliness and sacrifices you least want to face."

Thyls felt more and more stagnant.

"I—"

He wants to speak and relieve the pressure, but...

It's useless, Thales.

The young man opened and closed his lips in vain, thinking bitterly:

It's useless.

He knows.

Tyles lowered his head in a daze.

And as he said, you have nowhere to hide.

No excuses.

"But what I don't understand is..."

The king's words continue:

"Doesn't the **** fate give you a **** response every time?"

Thyls was startled.

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes seemed to cut his chest:

"You slaughtered the Quartet at the national conference, but you were malicious and jealous by more people."

"You turned the tide in Longxiao City, but you picked up an enemy even more terrifying than your predecessor."

"You spoke for the Grand Duke in the Palace of Valor, but you plunged yourself into the danger of public anger and had to turn to a worse ally."

"You had an ambiguous attitude at the Blade Ya camp. It seemed that the weather was updated, but at last night's banquet, you were drunk by the endless contradiction between the two sides, and you were embarrassed."

Listening to this personal experience, Thales felt that his body became more and more numb.

Is that so?

For his choice...

Fate, responded every time?

"Just like last night, you wisely and wisely played chess pieces and games, and won your position and reputation..."

The king’s words with sarcasm:

"I left the **** on my **** to the whole kingdom to wipe it."

Tels paused.

More excuses came from the bottom of my heart, but there was no way to speak.

"The third way? Ha, it's like you are accustomed to street beggars, but you are delusional about the status and honor of the kingdom bloodline."

Hearing these words, Thales was shocked.

"You walk on the top of the cliff, but you dream of the sky."

"I also feel that as long as you are not afraid of death, you can step on your feet."

Kessel's reproach was like a sharp blade, etched into his heart with a single knife.

The king's sharp eyes left Thales and looked towards the void.

"Just like you and that girl from Longxiao City."

But Thales allowed the voice of the Supreme King to penetrate into his ears, unable to do anything:

"You tell yourself that out of value and standpoint, a strong ally can bring you benefits."

"But you also told yourself that out of feelings and desires, a beloved lover made you willing to give."

The next moment, the words of King Kessel took a sharp turn:

"But if you confuse these two points and leave them in between, I think I can do my best and take care of both sides."

"Then you are wrong."

The king's eyes are deep and cold, and he eats every word:

"Until you understand, every time, every self-righteous perfect choice, there is a greater price."

The boy swallowed his throat again.

"I think she—Ms. Blazing Blood has already proven her worth and position in that battle."

Tyles corrects his voice so that he doesn't sound so dazed.

For some reason, his sentence stumbled:

"She is strong... She can be strong."

"She can bring us benefits..."

The king snorted.

"You know," he looked straight at Thales, and said coldly:

"I'm not talking about her."

Tyles' body shook slightly.

The Iron Fist King is satirical and authentic:

"Polaris."

Polaris.

It's North Star again.

Tyles did not dislike the title for a moment as he does now.

Just as he hates the moment.

"What about you."

After several struggles, Thales' words finally sounded faintly.

"Your Majesty."

The young man’s voice is not loud, and the pitch is not steep, but he seems to be unable to question after hardships:

"Dear Ms. Ji Ni, is she your ally or lover?"

In the dimness, King Kessel's eyes moved suddenly.

The surrounding air no longer freezes.

But there was more tension on the eve of the avalanche.

"And you are really like you said, it is a contemptuous feeling and impulse, only care about the gains and losses..."

Like a drowning man’s breathing, the boy’s words fluctuate:

"A rational and calm, only the cruel king of the kingdom in his eyes..."

"Can you tell everything clearly, without confusion?"

Kaiser's eyes sharpened.

But Thales couldn't make out, whether there was anger or sadness surging there.

But he suddenly realized that this was the first time he refuted his father today.

Or...for the first time in your life?

The stone statue named King Kessel moved on the seat, his chin lifted slightly, with a touch of sullen anger:

"You..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"I am a star."

He breathed in hard, it seems that the only way to avoid suffocation, he still has to grasp his palm to keep his voice from deforming:

"As a prince of stars, as a kingdom blood."

"If I can't even be responsible for one, a girl who has suffered because of me."

Thyls found that he couldn't control the pause in the words, but he still tried to finish:

"At the critical moment, at the time of crisis, why should I stand up and be responsible for my kingdom and my fellow citizens?"

King Kessel's eyes changed, and there was a different kind of light inside.

Thyls stared at the king:

"Yes, it has nothing to do with her."

"Only related to myself."

Several seconds passed.

The waves in the king's eyes finally subsided.

He looked at Thales again, his tone affirmative:

"You care about her."

Thyls shivered.

At that moment, the teenager didn't even dare to look up again to see his father.

But he has to face it eventually.

Just like Kessel's questioning of his past behavior.

He must answer eventually.

"I care about her."

The teenager doesn't know how he looks now.

He knows how hard his words can break through obstacles and barriers before they can be sent out from his throat.

Like his thoughts at the moment.

"She is my true friend and my friend in need."

"My savior, my classmate."

Thyls lowered his head sadly, and his voice became quieter.

"Of course I care about her, I care about her, maybe I kind of...like her."

Little slippery head.

King Kessel didn't respond, even snarling sarcasm and disdain.

He just looked at his son silently.

Thyls took a deep breath.

He forced firmness from his gaze, and forced away the pain:

"So that's not love."

It doesn't have to be love.

Not even love.

The moment he spoke this sentence, Thales trembled in his heart, feeling like he was stomping away.

Weightlessness, imbalance.

At a loss.

Tyles looked at King Kessel, breathing hard in a trance, deliberately forgetting the rest.

Until the king replied indifferently:

"Really?"

No waves, no waves, no praise or derogation.

Tyles closed his eyes and opened them again.

"I am very realistic."

After the previous discomfort, Thales could finally adjust his sitting posture without any hindrance, raising his head proudly with inexplicable emotions.

"I am your son, the blood of Canxing, the heir of the kingdom."

King Kessel's face moved slightly in the sunlight.

"I already understood: my destiny is destined to be full of ups and downs, full of misfortune and ominous."

Tyles looked slightly, slightly sad.

"But just like you, I made my choice."

The next moment, he looked at the king again, as if looking at another himself, and said the subject of the next sentence in ancient imperial language:

"I was born for the stars."

The king looked back at him in silence.

There was silence in Ballard's room, but the air was no longer blocked.

Thyls let out a sigh of relief, like a prisoner breaking through the shackles, breathing luxuriously in the sun.

The teenager clenched his teeth:

"So I don't know, nor can I have any unreasonable thoughts about her, the love of children, the heart of transcending the rules."

The same disaster...

Bring it to her again.

"Because I care about her, care about Selma, care about my friends."

King Kessel said nothing.

Thyls is a mixture of pain and discomfort, saying what he has buried in his heart for a long time, and reconfirming what he has figured out:

"So that is never love."

That can't be love.

Absolutely not.

At that moment, he seemed to be free from the shackles of the bird, and finally he was able to flutter his wings boldly and soar into the sky with confidence.

Until the wings fell to the ground.

"You ask me where I am," the young duke whispered, and he suddenly liked the dimness of this stone room:

"I am here, in the Fuxing Palace."

"Like you."

"Father."

Thyls' mood went down.

"And you don't have to worry... she and me."

When the voice fell, Thales realized that he was sweating unconsciously and breathing quickly.

Far from the manners the Duke of Xinghu should have.

The silence in the room lasted for a while.

It seems that there will be enough time for this confession.

Until the meaning is fully understood.

"She is fine?"

King Kessel spoke suddenly, which surprised Thales.

But the boy fell into depression immediately.

"I don't know."

He closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to eliminate all expressions:

"I also... don't want to know."

The Ballard room is completely silent.

It seems a long time has passed.

Finally, the king's figure took the initiative to retreat in the light.

He sat back in the shadow of his seat.

The face is no longer visible.

Only the voice of the king came from far away.

"Sometimes I am really weird."

King Kessel's words were as sharp as they were before, and as harsh as before, but there was no longer the tingling sensation.

"Why is your sanity comparable to your stupidity."

"Why are they in the same head."

The king snorted coldly:

"I can still have peace with you."

Thyls didn't speak.

He sat at the long table dreamily.

Just now, the boy understood a little.

In his lifetime, he has faced three kings.

King Nunn’s vertical and horizontal methods are both rigid and soft, and graceful, unfathomable like the sea, and hard to measure.

King Chaman persecuted him with tangible benefits and threatened him, as if the blade hit his neck and the thorns pierced his back.

But Kessel V in front of me.

The King of Iron Fists.

He is completely different from the previous two.

As the supreme king of the stars, he does not speak loudly or speak boldly.

But Kessel has a more weird and terrifying ability.

Relying on this ability, he can surpass grace and interest in just a few words, hit his heart, and grasp the most damnable point.

Forcing Thales to face his true self.

It's unremarkable.

But it hurts deeply.

The king stretched out his hand and moved a crank on the table.

The door to Ballard's room opened.

A few unfamiliar members of the Royal Guard appeared at the door, and one passed them into the room.

It's the scared man from the secret department.

But Thales didn't hear him, just stuck in his seat blankly.

"Take him out," King Kessel said mercilessly:

"Let him see the mess he left behind."

Thyls looked up in a trance:

"What?"

"Don't fudge," the king lowered his head again and opened the next document:

"There are far more important things in the Ballard room."

"Remember what you said today."

Thyls can't remember the next thing.

He doesn't even remember how he walked out of Ballard's room in a daze.

I don’t remember how the scarred man stiffened his face and turned his back on his hands, and apologized stiffly, saying that the king’s fate was unbreakable, but Lord Mallos could not go away temporarily, so please come with him.

Until Thales followed him distractedly, went out of the palace from a side door, and got into a carriage.

"Where are we going?"

Thyls, who felt the shaking of the carriage, finally adjusted his emotions, recovered.

"Kingdom Secret Section, Your Highness——Your Majesty’s Order."

Across from him, the fierce scarred man answered while scratching his face.

Secret Branch.

Thyls frowned.

But he noticed something more wrong.

The scar man in front of me...

His voice has changed?

Notice the prince's eyes, the scarred man in front of him smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to tear his face apart.

Tyles' eyes widened.

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

The person in front of him threw away the disguised mask with scars, bowed his head and fiddled with his eyes, his voice relaxed and witty:

"How are you doing these days?"

Thyls froze.

It turned out to be him.

"You don't look very happy, why..."

His old acquaintance~IndoMTL.com~ Raphael Lindbergh, the desolate man, opened a pair of dark red eyes in the carriage and looked straight at Thales:

"I was just dumped by my girlfriend?"

Thyls looked stiff.

"Raphael."

The prince who was not in a good mood leaned back.

"One more nonsense..."

The Duke of Xinghu stared straight at the top of the carriage, expressionless and authentic:

"I will go to marry the noble Miss Miranda."

Raphael's face collapsed.

So the carriage was completely quiet.

No words all the way.

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