Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 108: The rebellion is over
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Except for Ruoyoruowu's breathing, the Ballard room is quiet at this moment, and the needle drop can be heard.
But as the chief commander of the Royal Guard, Lord Adrian felt: This was one of the most tormented, tortured, and painful moments of his life.
The shadow of the firelight and the blade, faintly swaying.
The setting sun shines on the wall, **** and bright red.
Across the table, the Supreme King and the Duke of Xinghu silently faced each other without saying a word.
The others were all silent, waiting for this strange and fragile silence between fear and tension.
Finally, after not knowing how long, King Kessel’s deep and forbearing voice slowly sounded in the room:
"Why?"
Why.
The king’s words were calm and slow.
But it contains unbearable weight.
The response to him was the low laughter of the young duke.
Thyls put his forehead against the hilt of the bearer, exhaled, and stopped laughing.
"Should you have expected this scene long ago?"
"After you called me into the palace for an audience, you copied Mindis Hall backhand."
Thyls raised his head, his eyes are like electricity:
"Your Majesty?"
The prince's reply was very light and indifferent, but it made many people who had been strained for a long time breathed out inexplicably.
The king stared at his son, and the blue sea in his eyes returned to a depth that no one could understand.
He didn't think about how long, so he hummed and turned his head too far, as if the person in the opposite seat didn't deserve his attention.
"Adrian, Marico."
The captain of the general guard and the second vanguard bowed, pressing their chests together:
"Your Majesty?"
"Your Majesty!"
King Kessel picked up the letter paper on the table and began to read.
"The Duke of Xinghu is exhausted and mentally disordered."
The king's understatement instantly changed everyone's color!
Even Thales frowned slightly.
"Let the royal guard **** him back to Mindis Hall to rest."
"Be low-key."
"The Imperial Conference continues."
Marico was pleased to get the order. Before he waved his hand eagerly, even one or two bold and unrestrained guards had already stepped out.
Gilbert was shocked:
"Your Majesty! No!"
Even Prime Minister Cullen frowned:
"Your Majesty, think twice?"
The people in Mindis Hall outside the door were equally anxious, but the first movers of Wiya and Rolf had already been framed by several swords, and Glover was firmly suppressed on the ground by several Vanguard colleagues. Even the breath was choking, but the yelling DD was covered in his mouth and nose, only to shout "Don't".
The battle-tested Cohen used the dark horse as a barrier, struggling back and forth, but it made the royal guard who threw the rat-throwing weapon in a hurry, but at some point, a scar-faced man from the Ballard room appeared behind him. Not knowing what he said, the fierce big man was taken aback for a moment, and then he was hit in the back of the head by the scarred man, and fell straight down.
Uneasy Jenny bared her teeth fiercely, but an experienced old guard lighted a raging torch and forced her in front of her. The vacant big dark horse whimpered, and immediately behaved, and Mingzhe saved her life.
Thyls put away his light, knowing that he has no backup-even though they were confused when they even entered the palace.
"But your majesty."
As the captain of the guard, Adrian raised his hand to appease Mariko who was eager to move, and tentatively said:
"From here to Mindis Hall——"
"Fabio Adrian." The king read the letter intently without looking up.
When called to his full name, Lord Adrian immediately bowed his head and shut up.
"I am tolerant enough today."
"No matter to whom."
Although it was speaking to the captain of the guard, all the people present, including Gilbert, were shocked by the subjects and guards.
"Stop challenging my patience."
Just now.
Clang!
With a sharp sound, everyone was taken aback and turned their heads together:
I saw Thales lifting the hilt upside down and smashing the tip of the "bearer" on the floor tiles of the Ballard room, checking the casting quality of the ancient imperial sword.
Clang, clang, clang!
In front of everyone, Thales ignored the chilling voice and, with the help of the crime of the prison river, carried the weight-bearer on his shoulders, sighing.
Several guards closest to the teenager were waiting to step forward. Seeing this, they couldn't help but stop.
The weight-bearer.
It's worthy of the family sword of the stupid big man.
It is not only good quality, but also very heavy.
Just maintaining this posture without breaking down will cost him a lot of energy.
Not to mention, prevent it from hurting yourself by the blade that is close at hand.
As his title.
"I always feel that this room is too monotonous."
Feeling the cold blade on his shoulders, the prince raised his head and faced a crowd of nervous people with a cheerful attitude: "Maybe we should hang one more painting, such as..."
Tyles squinted his eyes and his tone became serious instantly:
""The King of Climbing Sacrifice"?"
At that moment, many people couldn't help but breathe.
Thyls caught a glimpse of their reaction, smiled coldly, and became more unruly:
"Or "Iron Fist King Killing Son"?"
Kill the child.
Everyone was startled, and then looked at the king nervously.
"Stop messing around, Your Highness!"
Seeing that the situation is getting worse, Gilbert spoke sharply, always saddened by the prince’s courteous manner, calling his name:
"Thils!"
But Thales just smiled back at him and said nothing.
Only the setting sun fell on his collar, reflecting bright red.
Faced with the prince's response, Lord Adrian sighed helplessly and looked back at the king.
At the end of the long table, the Ironfist King seemed to come back to his senses, and slowly raised his eyes from the letter.
"This is the royal conference of the kingdom."
He glanced sideways at his son and hummed indifferently.
"There is no time to listen to a wronged kid crying and crying out loud."
While the imperial officials looked at each other, King Kessel's tone became cold:
"If he wants to commit suicide, just let him."
Follow him.
In a shock, Thales couldn't help gritting his teeth.
"Can stars do not need idiots."
The King of Iron Fist lowered his head, his eyes returned to the letter:
"Or a coward."
Everyone turned their gazes back to the Duke of Xinghu.
The officials paid attention to his eyes and words nervously, while the guards stared at his movements and blade.
Thyls felt cold.
At that moment, it was as if he had returned to Longxiao City six years ago, back to the Heroes' Hall in the Palace of Heroes.
At that time, the eyes of the natural king and the five great princes were the same as they are now, like a formidable arrow, shooting at the heavy sword in his hand that was too heavy to hold.
They waited.
Waiting for him to slay himself.
Or surrender.
Six years.
Nothing has changed.
Except for one point.
Tyles' eyes became firm, and the sins of the river of prison converged like a trickle, helping him to grasp the load-bearer on his shoulders.
The sword in his hand is no longer unbearable.
"Then you must be an idiot and a coward, father?"
Thyls speaks calmly, but his words are as sharp as a knife:
"Or, you don't want to be another star?"
"Really?"
The voice fell, and the content of the insult to the king ushered in a dead silence, then aroused an uproar.
The king didn't move, only a pair of eyes radiated cold.
Since the **** year, Kessel Canxing has been crowned king. Eighteen years have passed since then.
In the era of the rule of the iron-fisted king, the last time someone confronted and even insulted the Supreme King was the meeting of nations six years ago.
And the traitorous Duke who spoke outrageously had already been imprisoned, and was destined to be behind the bars, but died.
Many people who are expecting the situation to calm down have no wish, and they can't help but sigh with pain.
The royal guards looked solemn, they pressed their weapons, nodded to each other, and made the final confirmation.
"His Royal Highness..." Gilbert was frustrated and closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Unexpectedly, the king moved slightly and put down the letter.
"Oh?"
King Kessel’s questioning sounded, stopping the guards who were about to sneak attack from behind.
The king stared at the prince for a long, long time.
This time, there was something more in Kessel's eyes.
"Why?"
Although there is only one word without beginning and ending, Thales knew what he wanted to ask.
It's like the unique telepathy between stars.
"You know why."
Tyles knocked on the spine of the sword and said calmly:
"For whatever reason, if the heir to the throne dies, your reign will be devastated as never before."
"The same goes for the stars."
Heir to the throne.
Death to Fuxing Palace.
The few words made the former officials frowned and thought about everything.
King Kessel still stared at Thales, his eyes slowly enlarged.
"Forcing me to death here, father, you are tantamount to cutting your own life and digging your own grave."
"Of course." Thales shrugged, relaxed:
"If you want to commit suicide, do whatever you want."
In that second, the iron-fisted king looked cold.
But Thales couldn't avoid it, his eyes met the king head-on:
"Anyway, Canstar does not need an idiot."
"Or a coward."
Thyls's voice fell.
At that moment, everyone present looked at their prince in shock.
Lord Adrian pressed his forehead helplessly and painfully.
There is no more frightening father-son conversation than this.
The temperature inside Ballard returned to its lowest point.
A few seconds later, King Kessel smiled.
Sneered.
"It's late."
He leans forward slightly and emerges from the shadows, allowing the setting sun to portray his firmness.
"It's too late."
The laughter of the Iron Fist King stopped abruptly:
"From the moment when the heir to the throne broke into the imperial ban with an intent to rebel."
Hearing the word "rebellion", several ministers turned their heads in disbelief.
"The rule of the kingdom has been hit hard and cannot be undone."
Tyles' face darkened.
Gilbert covered his face in pain, the Prime Minister pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, and the Deputy Bishop Guy closed his eyes and prayed.
"Because of your shortsightedness, child."
King Kessel said indifferently:
"Your threats and chips are worthless."
Tyls exhaled, closed his eyes and bowed his head.
Nothing wrong.
Kaiser has not changed.
He still has this character, exactly the same as when he first met him.
He will not compromise.
Will not give in.
Will not retreat.
Only the more determined, the more decisive.
The sunlight disappeared from the prince's hair.
The hilt of the bearer's sword dangled, touching his knees.
Kaiser snorted coldly and turned to the others:
"What are you waiting for?"
But in the next second, before the royal guards could react, Thales suddenly opened his eyes!
"Then why?"
"Why do you still say that I am insane?"
The words of the Duke of Star Lake rang loudly, resounding inside and outside Ballard:
"Why are you taking me back to Mindis Hall?"
"Since it is irreversible, why not directly order to kill me on the spot?"
Thyls squeezed the load-bearer and sat up straight again.
Face his opponent.
King Kessel gave a cold snort, and responded quickly:
"Are you sure I dare not?"
"Of course you dare!"
The prince snapped back:
"You can kill me here, send the corpse secretly out of the palace, and then declare that Prince Thales died of a sudden illness and passed away in the Mindis Hall-just like the former ‘Mist King’ Mindis I!"
Mist King.
"No..." Gilbert realized the worst result, his face pale.
The iron-fisted king pierced Thales with his eyes like a knife.
But Thales didn't wait for the other party to reply, so he got up!
"However, the premise is!"
In the sound of scabbarding and shouting, the prince held the sword with one hand and put the other hand on the table, shouting angrily:
"Everyone who witnessed the king's killing, whether ministers or guards, must be strictly sealed for years, decades, or even a lifetime! Even if you don't hesitate to kill people!"
At that moment, Viscount Connie, Lord Clapham, Sodor advisors... the former ministers looked at each other in disbelief.
"Ah!"
Manager Qiu Ke responded extremely quickly. He held his eyes and tremblingly said: "I, I, I, I, I just came to the meeting today and didn't see anything--"
But he didn't finish, Duke Cullen was like an old lion to show his power and stop the treasurer:
"Shut up, Joke!"
The Treasurer was still waiting to say something, but Shuduo on one side was resolute and pulled him to his side and sealed his mouth.
Lord Adrian hurriedly made a gesture, trying his best to appease the defense line that was almost out of control due to the sudden change.
The atmosphere is extremely tense.
"Only so!"
But Thales doesn’t care about everything else, he just stares at the king in front of him, gritted his teeth and gasped:
"You will not leak the news, repeat the evil example of the king's sacrifice, endanger the authority of the royal family, and threaten your rule."
But he obviously made the wrong calculation.
"Deng Gao Wang? Bad example?"
King Kessel on the throne laughed angrily:
"If you can really reproduce the great cause of Elam I and sacrifice a prince, why not?"
As soon as this statement came out, the officials and guards were shocked again.
Thyls frowned fiercely and gritted his teeth.
No one knew, his shoulder was sore by Cohen's epee that he was already numb.
The sins of the prison river poured into the blood vessels, soothing his pain, but tightening his nerves.
Compared with many enemies-King Nunn, King Chaman, Jen, Falkenhauser, Ashida, Giza, Ugly Face Po, Brazier-the Iron Fist King may not be the strongest. The weirdest and most terrible.
But he is definitely the hardest.
There is no room for threats.
Not afraid of the worst result.
Will burn the jade and stone.
Compared with him, Roman Williams, with his skull on his shoulders, is simply the gentlest, most considerate and best-speaking person in the world.
"Your Highness Thales! Your Majesty!"
Seeing that the situation worsened out of control, Prime Minister Cullen had to speak slowly.
"They are both stars, father and son," the old prince sighed, and at this moment he said earnestly:
"Where is this?"
The same stars.
Father and son.
These words made Thales clenched his fists and reconsidered the sharp face of the iron-fisted king.
But at the same time, what echoed in his ears was the bleak question of the traitor Semir under the prison of bones:
【Is the son killing his father or his brother killing his brother? 】
The son kills his father.
The Hell River's crime began to roar, like a fierce beast, biting and trapping his cage.
Thyls stared at the neck of the Ironfist King blankly.
He couldn't help but think of the dragon's blood all night, when the head of the born king fell.
The facts told him: the king’s head is nothing special, just like ordinary people, it will rang, roll, and bleed when it falls on the ground.
Like a hollow and rotten watermelon.
Thyls clenched the hilt in his hand again.
"Stake your seat, Bob," Kessel said coldly, rejecting the Prime Minister:
"Since it is a housework, outsiders are betting."
These words were straightforward, vulgar and unrelenting, and Cullen, who was highly respected and experienced, looked ugly at once.
Others are even more afraid to interrupt.
Housework.
Thyls snorted and tried to get rid of it.
"Yes, such as domestic violence."
Tyles lowered his voice and spoke coldly:
"If you don't kill people, no one will listen."
Perhaps because his tone was so different this time, the king gave a stare.
On the other side, consultant Sodor thought of something and couldn't help sighing:
"You remind me of Your Royal Highness Horace, Duke Thales."
Lord Adrian frowned tightly, put his hand behind him for the first time, and secretly ordered the guards.
"Horace. Horace?"
The king sneered:
"He is still far behind."
The next moment, Kessel V will not give him any more opportunities:
"The farce is over, kid."
"You have ten seconds, put down your weapon," the iron-fisted king narrowed his smile and coldly raised his hand to the royal guard:
"Or head down."
The crimes of the prison river boiled uneasily, and the senses of **** spontaneously, allowing Thales to hear the tiny footsteps and the rubbing of clothes when countless guards quietly approached him.
Let down the weapon.
Or the head falls.
Ten seconds.
All of these.
In exchange for his...ten seconds.
The crime of the prison river is turbulent and hard to suppress.
Tyles stared into King Kessel's eyes firmly, restraining the urge to jump and swing his sword.
He knew that King Kessel was serious.
But it's a pity.
So does he.
"I know, father."
Thyls has a harsh expression and a cold voice, just like his opponent.
"You disdain to compromise and give in, never show weakness. You still want to resolve this matter decisively and vigorously as before."
Thyls knocked on the ridge of the bearer's sword, ushering in a dull metal muffled sound.
"But in the final analysis, you are not willing."
The young man forgot the different gazes of his officials, the guards' footsteps following the king’s gestures, and even the epee on his shoulders and necks. He only had the long table in his eyes. He could not choose, he could only face The opponent.
The crime of the prison river can't help rolling.
"You don't want to lose the whole game just because of one piece."
Thyls looked at King Kessel deeply and moved the blade in his hand closer to his neck by an inch.
"The whole game?"
The King of Iron Fists sneered.
"Ten seconds are here, and you are not as important as you thought, boy."
"Then you too, father!"
Unexpectedly, Thales shouted violently. He put the hilt of the sword in both hands and blocked the blade before his throat.
The crime of Hell River raged wildly.
"Compared with a kingdom of 680 years and an empire of two thousand years, you and me, we are nothing!"
Thyls glared, his abdomen pressed against the tabletop, his body leaned forward to the limit, and the epee on his shoulder trembling due to lack of strength:
"It's just a dust."
The crimes of the prison river roared, unwilling to be unwilling.
King Kessel sneered and laughed, about to wave his raised palm.
"Unless, father," Thales clenched his teeth, ignoring the tingling in his neck, only to feel that everything around him was in a trance except the pair of blue eyes:
"We are born for the stars."
Born for the stars.
The expression of Ironfist King changed.
His gesture stopped in the air, still.
Time seems to stop at this moment.
"Stop! Go back! Go back! Go back!"
Lord Adrian spoke anxiously, drinking to stop some of the royal guards who could not hold back and wanted to take action before His Majesty's order.
"Well," Viscount Connie took a deep breath, plucking up the courage to finish the game: "It's not as good as us--"
But then Prime Minister Cullen’s slap hit him heavily!
Bumped back the loyal words of the Secretary of Commerce and Trade.
The Duke of East China Sea has no expression on his face, just put his index finger to his lips.
He knows that he is used to the big wind and waves, this is a dialogue that only Can Xing can participate in, and a language that only the royal family can understand.
The silent depression lasted a long time.
Until the king's voice came faintly.
"What are you going to do?"
The sound is like fine quicksand, and the voice is like a hidden front in a sheath.
Thyls took a deep breath and smiled.
At this moment, his tone was relieved.
"A quarter of an hour."
The prince is in a trance:
"Up and down the stars, the whole kingdom, all we need is what we are alone..."
"This quarter of an hour."
Gilbert's eyes widened: A few drops of scarlet blood ooze out between Thales's blade and collar, and fall onto the discussion table.
King Kessel did not answer.
His eyes were locked on the blood on the discussion table.
One second, two seconds.
Finally, the king slowly put down his eager left hand.
Instead, his right hand, fingers together into a fist, hit the table hard!
"Everyone."
King Kessel's voice is cold:
"Quit."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Only Thales let out a sigh of relief.
Crap him.
The crime of Hell River was unwillingly subsided.
The prince took a few deep breaths. He fell back into his seat and lowered the weight-bearer between his knees.
He discovered that although winter has come, the hilt of the sword in his palm has long been soaked in sweat.
Just now.
"No, Marico!"
At that moment, the crime of the prison river in Thales suddenly woke up and roared!
Oops!
Thyls was about to raise his sword subconsciously.
But he was late.
As Adrian exclaimed.
Boom!
Thyls only felt a flash of figures in front of him, a pain in his jaw, and a golden star in his eyes!
Boom!
There was another muffled sound, and Thales had a pain in his abdomen, pulling all the resistance away from his body~IndoMTL.com~ Wow! "
Under everyone's startled gaze, the weight-bearer fell to the ground, shaking endlessly.
Three seconds later, Thales opened his eyes, panting in pain.
"The rebellion is over, Your Highness."
I saw the second vanguard of the Royal Guard, Marico pressed him firmly on the ground, locked his arms under his armpits, and pressed his knees against his neck, making the prince difficult to breathe and unable to make a sound.
"This punch is for the brothers who guard the palace gate."
The pioneer officer looked at the blood at the corner of the prince's mouth, put his fist away bitterly, and took a sip to the side.
"Little boy."
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