Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 107: Rebellion (Part 2)

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"Your Majesty, everyone."

The captain of the royal guard, Lord Fabio Adrian, carrying an inextinguishable lamp, walked into the gate decently, followed by several well-trained royal guards.

"Excuse me for interrupting, it's dinner time."

Even though they are acquaintances, the appearance of them being fully armed and standing still shocked everyone.

"Fabio, you look good," Duke Cullen touched his belt, moved his **** calmly, his eyes kept on Captain Adrian's waist and the saber:

"Just to call us for dinner?"

"Thanks to you." Adrian gave a friendly smile, and he bowed deeply to King Kessel:

"Don't panic, we are just doing a small exercise. Now, please follow me to leave here in an orderly manner."

But an impatient voice interrupted him:

"Fabio, what happened?"

Consultant Shuoduo frowned and looked at the royal guards and the guards who were gradually increasing outside, paying particular attention to their hands holding the hilt:

"Why are there so many people in this guard formation?"

Lord Adrian smiled slightly. He first glanced at the king at the end of the long table. This was polite:

"It's nothing, Lord Sodor, we have advanced this month's exercise, that's all--"

But Suduo doesn't buy his account.

"Okay, Fabio!"

The military consultant hummed coldly:

"We have served in the standing army together, and we have experienced **** years together. You and I know that this is not a routine exercise for shit."

"You are facing the entire Imperial Council. The people here are the elites of the kingdom. What can't you say directly?"

This sentence made many ministers who had no military experience nervous.

While speaking, the commotion outside Ballard not only continued, it was even getting louder and louder, and from time to time we could hear the sound of shouting and rushing.

Captain Adrian looked at Shuduo seriously and sighed deeply.

He glanced at the king again, and stopped talking.

At the end of the discussion table, King Kessel was as calm as ever, he hooked his hook and motioned for Adrian to come closer.

"Master Adrian."

Gilbert saw some clues and spoke gently:

"If there is any inconvenience, of course we can cooperate first-we are also hungry anyway, aren't we."

But just before Adrian approached the discussion table, the footsteps outside the door suddenly increased, almost deafening.

Followed by the sound of a dense weapon scabbing out!

"Come!"

"Stabilize the guard wing!"

"Who the **** called the sniper team!"

"Protect Your Majesty!"

"Stay back!"

The shouts of the royal guard came one after another, each different, but Lord Adrian's face turned pale, the captain of the guard turned around and guarded King Kessel behind him.

Suo Duo reacted immediately, he subconsciously got up and touched his waist, only to remember that the weapon was left at the palace gate.

Only then did the officials in the room realize what was wrong.

The Duke of Cullen bounced from the chair flexibly and drew a small dagger from his belt.

Gilbert grabbed his cane and rushed towards the king.

Qiu Ke disappeared with a whistle, leaving only his **** exposed under the table.

Viscount Connie took a step towards the door, remembering something, and quickly returned to approach the king.

Lord Clapham's face is earthy but calm, while Vice-Bishop Guy closed his eyes and muttered.

"Enough!"

Lord Adrian's roar sounded, shocking everyone.

Following his command, the chaos outside the door ceased first.

In Ballard's room, three clear muffled noises came from the discussion table and drifted away.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Stay steady."

I saw King Kessel put his fingers away and calmly looked at the officials who reacted differently:

"It's not that I haven't encountered it."

He still sat firmly behind the discussion table, seemingly unaffected.

Only then did the overreacting group of officials react, or embarrassed, or embarrassed, busy organizing themselves.

Gilbert exhaled and sat back in his seat. Prime Minister Cullen casually tucked the dagger that shouldn't have been there.

Suo Duo bends down disdainfully and slips out Joker from under the table.

Everyone returned to their proper appearance, and they discovered that the originally spacious door of the Ballard room had been blocked by the royal guard's wall, completely unable to see the scene outside.

And every guard faces the outside, leaving only his back to the court officials inside.

The officials looked at each other, not knowing why.

"Why, it's an assassin?" Suoduo doubted.

"Adrian?" King Kessel said again, with dissatisfaction and questioning in his words.

The captain of the guard replied with an apologetic and ashamed smile.

"Sir!"

At the same time, a high-ranking royal guard separated the guarded human wall and squeezed into the room angrily:

"Captain Adrian!"

Adrian's face sank and he called out the names of his subordinates:

"Marico?"

The second vanguard of the Royal Guard, Marico held down his weapon, and shook his head regretfully before saluting the other great men:

"Your Majesty, sir."

Adrian understood what he meant and sighed in pain.

"What's wrong outside the door?" The king's voice came steadily, telling everyone's heart:

"Let them get away, don't block."

Adrian turned around, bowed and squeezed a smile;

"Your Majesty, this is just a routine measure, we only need one minute..."

Unexpectedly, King Kessel, who had been calm for a day, suddenly raised his volume and shouted at the wall of people at the door:

"Royal Guard, get out!"

The guards are familiar with the king's voice. The guards guarding the door almost instinctively retreated to the left and right sides, revealing the guards in the front row, then the next row, then the next row, and then the next row... ...Until the deep hallway lit up outside the door.

The moment everyone saw the door, they were stunned.

Only the king was calm and his eyes were cold.

Adrian couldn't stop him, so he sighed.

Outdoor, I saw that the royal guards were densely lined up, with the Ballard room as the center, standing all the places in the corridor where people could stand.

All the guards have serious faces and face the depths of the corridor with alert and nervousness.

There seems to be the most terrible enemy there.

The noisy Fuxing Palace is quiet at this moment.

"Hum... Hum... Hum..."

From the depths of the corridor, from the end of the line of sight, there was a strange and crisp sound.

The people in Ballard's room opened their eyes wide:

A tall horse stepped on the stone slabs in the Fuxing Palace, and came slowly from the corridor to the countless guards and lights around.

The royal guards at the forefront are under the greatest pressure. They are holding on to the hilt of their swords, but they can't help retreating as their horses hoof close.

"What..." Lord Clapham couldn't believe it, but he stopped immediately.

Because around the black steed, several people with distinctly different outfits from the royal guard appeared in front of everyone.

It was a small group of people. They surrounded the horse nervously and moved forward tremblingly.

"I don't want to say that, but I recognize that big man."

Suo Duo looked at the tall man in the team with a headache, the latter was sweating profusely, looked at the surrounding royal guards, and raised his hands:

"It's a kid from the Karabyyang family. His father once sent him to the army for training. It seems to have done a good job. I even praised him when I went to the Western Wilderness Army..."

Kalabyan?

Everyone was taken aback.

"Damn, that is the youngest son of the Glover family," Qiu Ke squinted his eyes and looked at the side of the tall man, the companion who was even stronger than the former:

"Loza Noto has favored me and helped his younger brother solve the trouble of being jealous in the Red Square Street..."

Glover.

This surname adds to the suspicions of everyone.

"Ah," Duke Cullen's voice rose intriguingly, his eyes focused on another panting, limping man:

"The hapless guy who was in a duel last night, from the Doyle family...what is it called? It seems to be Dani? David?"

Doyle.

Everyone's mood is getting more and more serious.

The small group of people is getting closer and closer to the Ballard room, but the royal guard in front of them can't stop them, just retreat blindly.

"Uh, that horse, I remember..."

The gaze of Viscount Connie focused on the beast, wondering:

"The gifts and mounts I brought when I went to the Northland were domestic gifts and mounts to Prince Thales..."

Among the ministers, Gilbert said nothing.

He just stared blankly at the young swordsman holding a single-edged sword and facing a group of royal guards with a nervous expression.

As if hit by something.

But these intruders from extraordinary origins are nothing.

When their figures dispersed, revealing the person they were surrounded by, the air completely stagnated.

It was a teenager.

Compared with the nervousness of those around him, he paced forward leisurely, seemingly worry-free.

At that moment, after the discussion table, King Kessel's pupils suddenly tightened!

And in Ballard's room, all the ministers took a breath.

"Prince?"

"Damn it..."

"The Duke of Star Lake!"

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

"Troublemaker is in trouble again..."

"May the sunset bless him..."

No one noticed that the Scarface of Secret Department clenched his fist under his sleeve.

The king's voice sounded faintly.

"Fabio Adrian."

The King of Iron Fist slowly called out the full name of the captain of the guard, which seemed to be extremely cold.

"Fa, birth, what, what?"

In Ballard's room, the officials immediately calmed down.

Lord Adrian stiffened, then turned his head, saluted in response, his words were formal:

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Thales is eager to miss his father, going and returning, carelessly, carelessly..."

Adrian frowned as he watched the taller horse approaching.

"Speaking people." The king's answer was simple, slow in pace, and strange in meaning.

Adrian took a deep breath and continued:

"The prince was so young that he accidentally entered the palace gate..."

Boom.

A soft tap cut Adrian's words off.

"Obviously," the voice of the iron-fisted king was very soft, as if quietly speaking with a breath, gentle and indifferent:

"Your chief does not know how to speak, Marico."

Maliko trembled slightly as the second pioneer officer.

Adrian closed his eyes and sighed, but he couldn't stop the king's request:

"You will answer."

For two seconds, Marico's chest rises and falls. He glanced at his chief and gritted his teeth:

"Your Majesty, as far as I can see!"

Marico took a step forward, pointing angrily at the corridor:

"The Duke of Xinghu and his eight entourages, who have never made an appointment, carried weapons, and trespassed into the palace without an appointment!"

"Intent-Unknown!"

Everyone was surprised!

Duke Cullen dug his ears desperately, seeming to suspect that his hearing was wrong, while Gilbert stared at Thales in disbelief, his lips opening and closing.

The air in Ballard's room was stagnant at first, but after this, it became ice.

"Um..."

At the end of the long table, King Kessel’s pupils reflected Thales, who was slowly approaching.

He hummed in response as if he didn't care:

"And you just put him in?"

Marico frowned, waiting to respond, but Adrian was faster than him:

"Your Majesty, the guards guarding the palace gate today are not good at words and acting rigidly. They clashed with the people of His Highness, quarreled, and pushed a little..."

But the king's voice sounded again:

"Marico?"

The second vanguard swallowed his throat, then glanced at the chief, Adrian looked at him embarrassedly.

In the end, Marico no longer hesitated, and he was unrelenting:

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Thales just wanted to forcefully break into the palace. The guard brothers who guarded the gate did their duty and refused to let them go. So they started with the Duke’s man. Blood was seen on both sides——"

"Since you are doing your duty faithfully," King Kessel interrupted him mercilessly, in a flat tone, but inexplicably shocking:

"Then how did he get in?"

Marico shuddered, and immediately lowered his head, unable to hide his shame.

The gazes of the ministers flew back and forth between Thales and Marico, who were slowly approaching, and finally returned to the king.

"Marico..." Adrian reminded in a low voice next to him.

But Kessel gave Adrian a light look and sealed Adrian's words.

Marico took a deep breath and gritted his teeth:

"After the bleeding and bleeding, things got strange. Many people quickly gathered at the gate of the palace to watch. The scene was very noisy..."

Adrian coughed and took the dangerous conversation:

"The decision was made by me. We must let your Highness come in and deal with the matter in the palace, otherwise the entire Everstar City will see that scene, it is for the kingdom..."

Boom!

There was a loud bang, but the king punched hard and hit the table hard!

Followed by his extremely cold angrily:

"No one sees it now!"

As soon as these words came out, Adrian and Maricozzi bowed and knelt on one knee.

The officials in the room did not dare to take a mouthful.

Just now.

"Father!"

The peculiar voice of young people came from far away:

"Why get angry?"

The officials turned their heads together. I don't know when, Thales has reached the distance where they can see the action clearly.

At this tense moment, the prince's voice was a little lazy and freehand.

What's strange is that His Royal Highness is still carrying a sword on his shoulder, the blade of the sword is backward, and following his steps, it shakes and points directly at the ceiling of Fuxing Palace.

King Kessel frowned.

"Marico, what's the matter?"

The second vanguard who had convicted himself was taken aback and didn't know how to reply.

Adrian next to him immediately understood, knowing what the king is asking, he replied respectfully:

"After entering the palace, we were waiting to be captured, but His Royal Highness immediately put the sword on his neck with such force that he even cut out blood."

The officials were horrified and stared attentively, only to find that Thales' collar was carrying a few abnormal scars.

"He steps forward, the sword does not leave his neck. We dare not act rashly. To prevent accidents, we can only step back all the way."

Listening to the explanation of the royal guard, Duke Cullen looked at Thales more interestingly, while Gilbert became more worried.

Compared with his previous anger, King Kessel did not immediately reply.

His back leaned back into the chair, frowning.

"It turns out that this is my royal guard."

The king exhaled, his tone returned to his previous calm, but with a bit of sarcasm:

"Now I know how my father died."

Everyone's breathing is stagnant.

The weight of these words is so heavy that Lord Adrian can only bow his head and close his eyes, sighing and apologizing.

On the other side, the younger Marico gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Majesty, please let us..."

But Thales’ words came again, interrupting everyone’s thoughts:

"Father!"

Everyone looked at it together: The Duke of Xinghu and his entourage stopped at some point, and stopped in front of a row of guards who were swearing to the death and refused to retreat.

The prince struggled to switch the epee to the other shoulder, making the surrounding royal guards nervous.

He didn't even look at the people in Ballard's room. He just looked at the portrait near the left: "Sand King" Kessel IV was fully armed, riding on a horse, looking far away, with firm eyes and a tall posture. Majestic and heroic hair.

But Thales knew that a century ago, the "Sand King" in the painting ran towards...

It is a war doomed to fail.

"A meeting has been going on for so long, isn't it tiring?"

Tyles turned his gaze back to the Ballard room, and the **** senses activated, allowing him to see King Kessel under the lights and the setting sun.

He ignored the royal guards with terrifying eyes on the front, back, left and right, smiled slightly, and raised his voice:

"Shall we talk?"

In Ballard's room, everyone turned their eyes back to King Kessel.

Behind the discussion table, the iron-fisted king looked at his son coldly, before speaking for a while.

"Let him in."

Marico looked back anxiously:

"Your Majesty?"

King Kessel sneered:

"I said, let him in."

Adrian shook his head at Marico, and then ordered the royal guards indoors and outdoors.

On the intruder's side, looking at the guard line in front of him, a hole was exposed, and the prince's attendant Huaiya swallowed:

"Your Highness?"

Tyles exhaled.

"You stay," the prince barked his teeth, feeling the soreness of his shoulder and the cut on his neck:

"Cooperate later, don't resist."

Cohen, who was in charge of opening the way, was so frightened that his face was pale on the way:

"Huh?"

Rolf at the back of the palace also turned around, his eyes dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, you are my subordinates after all, they should not..."

Talston took a moment and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Don't beat it too hard?

After all, it was treason.

Around them, the densely packed royal guards are still nervous, like a big enemy.

Beside Thales, the dark horse Jenny felt the bad atmosphere and screamed nervously.

"I know, it's too dark here, you don't like it, do you."

Thyls turned his head and quietly calmed Jenny: "It's okay."

"Me too."

Jennie whimpered and quieted aggrievedly.

The Duke of Xinghu put away his smile, carrying the extremely heavy sword, and strode forward.

As countless times before, move forward alone.

The prince's sudden approaching figure caused the surrounding royal guards to scatter suddenly, like a ringing arrow into the woods, startling countless birds.

Thyls could feel that as he crossed the threshold and passed the royal guards, the vanguard named Marico stared at the sword on his neck, his muscles moved, as if to Waiting for an opportunity to make a move, Adrian on one side pressed him tightly.

"Finally," Thales stepped into the door of the Ballard room unharmed, and saw King Kessel behind the discussion table at a glance:

"This road is really not easy."

The prince stopped at the discussion table, quite cheerful:

"You are very protected, father."

"Even his own son has to bleed if he wants to meet."

King Kessel just stared at him coldly, not even a clear expression on his face—just as Thales expected.

Unlike before, the prince did not pay attention to the king, he looked around with interest for a week:

In front of him, the officials from the Imperial Conference looked at him dumbfounded, with a wonderful expression.

Behind him, countless royal guards stared at him resentfully and gritted their teeth.

"Sure enough, Anke was right..."

Without waiting for others to respond, Thales sighed, tightened the blade around his neck, and said to himself with emotion:

"If you don't kill people, no one will listen."

Even if it's his own life.

He squinted back at King Kessel.

Similarly, if you don't seek rebellion, the tyrant will be unscrupulous--maybe he thinks he is very popular.

What kind of world!

"Your Highness!"

In the Imperial Conference, Gilbert was the first to help, he tried to conceal his anxiety and forced a smile:

"You are doing..."

Tyles turned his head and his eyes lit up.

"Gilbert, how are you," the prince's tone was bright, without any gloom, in contrast to the atmosphere of the Fuxing Palace:

"By the way, Wya is back."

Thyls shook his thumb behind him, regardless of whether he pointed it right or not, he smiled:

"Father and son are reunited, how touching."

For some reason, Thales, who had been under pressure from several times in and out of the Fuxing Palace, felt relaxed and happy at this moment.

It seems to have relieved all burdens.

But his smile didn't last long.

Because at that moment, Gilbert's expression was extremely complicated.

He looked at Thales' face, and then at the sword on his shoulder, as if he was smiling bitterly, sad, but also sighing and angry.

Thyles was stunned for a moment.

"I know, Your Highness!"

Gilbert took a deep breath, lowered his head, and raised his head again, it was full of spring breeze:

"You are not satisfied with your marriage."

Gilbert smiled stiffly, suppressing his rapid breathing:

"I understand."

As soon as this statement came out, many people were at a loss.

Thyls was also taken aback:

"Marriage? What kind of marriage—"

"But you don't have to be so anxious!" Gilbert interrupted him severely, while telling himself, while winking anxiously at Thales:

"I said, just wait for me at the gate of the palace, I will explain it to you..."

Gilbert laughed, turned his head, and smiled bitterly at the others:

"You know, young people, they are dissatisfied with the candidate for marriage, a little impulsive, want to ask me to make it clear..."

"And our meeting had been going on for too long, he couldn't stay, so..."

Tyles blinked, and gradually realized that, a warmth surged in his heart.

But it's a pity.

Gilbert...

"So that's it," Deputy Bishop Guy reacted very quickly, and nodded with a smile:

"Marriage is indeed a major event, may the goddess bless..."

Viscount Connie, from a noble background, also reacted and laughed:

"Oh, yeah, yeah, of course, we have all been young too, understand..."

Prime Minister Cullen also blinked, shaking his head like a kind old man:

"I still remember that your Majesty used to make a big fuss about marriage before, in front of the king..."

The ministers at the Imperial Conference laughed again and again, and they had an excellent tacit understanding, and they quickly became one, making the atmosphere in Ballard much more comfortable.

Most of the royal guards also understood, and laughed unconsciously, letting go of their tight muscles.

But Adrian noticed sadly: Faced with such an atmosphere, only two people remained unmoved.

King Kessel didn't smile, he stared at Thales hollowly, as if there was no one else in his eyes.

Thyls was smirking, and there was no temperature in his eyes looking back at the king, there was only an eager challenge.

"Fabio, very good, you are very conscientious, just a false alarm," the Sodor consultant exhaled and gave Adrian a thumbs up:

"But the exercise is very effective. I suggest rewarding the guards..."

Clang!

A muffled sound of metal impact, abruptly spread!

The royal guards who have not fully slackened are agitated, and they all draw their swords out of their sheaths!

"Stay steady!"

Adrian shouted loudly, pacifying a possible conflict.

The guards who had awakened were short of breath and looked at each other nervously, and then they put away their weapons under the strict orders of the chief.

The former officials were dumbfounded, unbelievable.

"Sorry, it's too heavy," the muffled responsible person, Thales, breathed heavily, laughed, and dragged the blade from the ground:

"It's no wonder it is called the'weight bearer'."

King Kessel squinted his eyes, the emotions between his eyes became more and more unspeakable.

After this incident, the ministers' efforts were completely interrupted.

Gilbert's expression is only more bitter.

This makes Thales a little guilty.

But soon, he left these behind, stepped forward carelessly, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Huh!

The weapons of several guards were unsheathed again.

"Don't worry."

This time, Thales smiled and walked to the discussion table to signal everyone to relax:

"I just want to give myself..."

The prince sat down with a big **** grin, patted the shoulders of the people around him, and met the eyes of Ironfist King:

"Find a chair."

Near him, Treasurer Joke watched the prince slap his hand on the shoulder, smiling more ugly than crying.

Thyls smiled as he felt the puzzled or restless gazes around him.

Yes.

Whether in the Hall of Heroes or here.

He has to find a chair for himself.

He has to wield a heavy sword that is powerless.

Bet... your own life.

Tyles stared directly at King Kessel, and he suddenly found that the weight and pressure that he could detect every time he met his father...

It's gone.

Although the king's vision is still sharp, it still stings.

"Sorry to interrupt, everyone."

Tyles patted his thigh, leaned against the discussion table, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid, today's royal meeting will end sooner."

In Ballard's room, both the officials and the guards looked at each other and were at a loss.

The king's eyes grew deeper.

Tyles looked at the sky outside the window and couldn't help but curl his mouth:

"Or... not too early?"

He suddenly felt a feeling: On this small table in front of him, the rushing waves were constantly flowing, pulling up the lines that were drawn back and forth~IndoMTL.com~ At this moment, he stepped into this room, just like a ship Divide water, cut the hemp quickly.

Finally.

"What are you doing," King Kessel's voice sounded in the silence, his biting words very slowly, very slowly:

"Son?"

Son.

Hearing this title, Thales felt a little dazed.

"Me?"

Tyles paused and smiled sincerely:

"I'll save you."

The prince's inexplicable answer made everyone frown.

"Oh?"

In front of everyone, the Ironfisted King uttered a voice that was not smiling.

"Help me?"

He leaned back, blended into the darkness where the sun could not reach, and became indifferent again.

It's like anger and madness have reached the extreme, restoring the ultimate peace.

"Yes, father."

Thyls has a relaxed and happy attitude, as if he is enjoying a conversation between father and son.

"I will save you..."

The prince also leaned back and plunged into the warm embrace of the sunset.

Only the gaze was suddenly cold.

Like a sharp blade out of its sheath.

"Free from the burden of that crown."

Thyls curled up his mouth and looked at the Ironfist King with a smile.

The crown.

As soon as this statement came out, the imperial court officials immediately looked earthy, and the royal guards were all shocked.

Gilbert was panicked and screamed:

"Your Highness!"

At that moment, the light in King Kessel's eyes changed back and forth, evolving countless.

But it ended up in one place.

Smile directly at the Duke of Xinghu.

Thyls raised his eyebrows and his smile stiffened.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

In the fear of countless people, Thales reacted and pointed to King Kessel’s forehead that was not crowned today, and smiled apologetically:

"It's not on your head."