Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 114: Not enough

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"You, you can't do this."

Thyls's desperate voice sounded in Ballard's room.

But the king greeted the boy with an indifferent answer, as if this thrilling confrontation had ended:

"Go out."

Tyles' breathing stopped, his fingernails pierced into his palm, causing pain.

No.

It's not over yet.

Can't end...

Tyles took a deep breath and did the last bit of effort:

"The orphan, who said she was a bargaining chip to order the Western Wilderness, was actually just an excuse-although this excuse was shocking."

He leaned forward against the tabletop, gritted his teeth and said:

"And the real bargaining chip, as you said, is me."

But the king was indifferent, his expression indifferent:

"Will you keep your dignity and go out by yourself, or wait for the royal guard to come in and drag you out?"

Thyls tried his best to ignore the other party's words and re-engage the topic:

"Without me, Falkenhauser would not go downhill to cooperate with you."

"Without me, Emory's orphan, she is worthless in your hands."

But King Kessel had obviously lost interest, and he lowered his head again to ponder, and stopped responding.

Damn, damn, damn.

Looking at the other person's lack of oil and salt, Thales felt anxious.

"The Duke of Western Wilderness will not let you get what you want."

Thyls raised his volume unconsciously:

"Since he dared to take the risk and give a bargaining chip, he must be prepared, and may even bring the Xihuang people to a fierce rebound, leading to the erosion of the situation..."

But he was disappointed.

King Kessel remained unresponsive.

"At that time..." Thales stopped. He looked at the king who closed his eyes and thought, only feeling tired and annoyed.

What to do.

What to do?

Anxiety and resentment ignited in his chest at the same time, driving the crime of Hell River to excite untimely, making Thales more irritable.

The man in front of him is stubborn, self-serving, free from threats, unwilling to compromise, on his own, and doesn't listen to criticism.

The hard ones are not convinced, and the soft ones are not hooked.

The whole body was stabbed and it was disgusting.

How can such a person not be beaten to death when he was young?

How come you became a king?

Are the nobles who made him king back then all blind?

"Hey!"

The king’s attitude caused the young man to become unnamed. He stood up suddenly and thumped the tabletop: "Hey! Man!"

"Did you not hear what I was saying?"

King Kessel seemed to have turned back into a statue, motionless.

"I'm **** talking to you!"

Thyls threw away all manners and yelled rudely:

"Kaiser Fucking Star!"

There was a click behind him.

The door to Ballard's room opened.

Following the cold wind, and cautiously asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, we are ready to--"

"The king is alive!"

The prince interrupted the visitor furiously.

"If you really want to kill the king and your father, it's for the goddess of the setting sun."

He roared loudly without looking back:

"I will tell you before you do it, your son, Maric Pioneer, son of a bitch!"

Thyls' roar echoed in the corridor, evoking a whisper of the royal guard outside the door.

After a few seconds, someone should have prompted something, and the air was completely quiet.

Across the long table, King Kessel, who heard this, finally opened his eyes and frowned.

"Very well," Thales looked at the king and let out a sigh of anger:

"I thought you had a stroke, father."

There was a friendly cough behind him, but it was not Marico.

"Sorry, my lord."

The voice of Lord Adrian, the chief commander of the Royal Guard, accompanied his footsteps:

"I just came... to bring dinner."

Thyls turned his head and saw the captain of the guard steadily walking into the room with two sets of dinner plates expertly.

The royal guards stayed outside, still vigilant.

Thyls was a little surprised, but he slowly woke up, and after he calmed his breath, his heart became more disappointed.

It's over.

The royal guard came in.

That means...

"I know, dinner, this should have been the work of Baron Quentin."

Lord Adrian walked up to the king and served his meals flexibly to ease the atmosphere:

"But after he checked out with a few glass merchants, he got a headache and took sick leave..."

King Kessel interrupted him directly:

"No, Adrian."

The king glanced at Thales coldly, then looked at the guards outside the door:

"We have finished talking."

Tyles felt a chill.

Captain Adrian's guard had just prepared the king's meal, and he was also stagnant when he heard the words.

He put away his smile, turned to Thales, thoughtfully:

"Is that so fast?"

King Kessel remained motionless.

Tyles took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

His heart is getting cold.

"You really don't care, do you?"

With despair and exhaustion, Thales said in a loss:

"I don't understand. If the whole kingdom is destroyed, what are the things you have done-levy, reform, and tax increase, what is their meaning?"

"What's the point?"

His bleak questioning was extremely loud, and his words echoed in the corridor.

In the face of the prince’s question, King Kessel turned a deaf ear to it, only a tick in his mouth.

Adrian's expression changed. He turned to the door anxiously and motioned to his subordinates to close the door.

After finishing this, Adrian sighed and came to Thales with the dinner plate.

"Don't bother, Adrian, he won't dine here anymore."

The king said coldly.

"Of course, but..."

Adrian put down the dinner plate, raised a small flask, filled Thales with a glass, and squeezed a smile:

"As far as I know, you haven't had a good meal all day, Your Highness. At least use a glass of wine to refresh your mind."

"Northland rye from the North Territory, I hope it suits your taste."

But Thales at the moment has no interest in dinner. He just stared at King Kessel, his eyes bloodshot:

"I don't drink."

"Oh, yes, I heard Mallos say it."

When Adrian heard this, he had to carry the flask and sighed:

"It's a pity. From raw material picking, brewing and cellaring, long-distance transportation, to the kitchen selection of meals, countless people have overcome all difficulties, stepping forward and following, just to deliver it to you..."

Countless people have overcome all difficulties and went forward...just to...send to you...

Just like himself, fighting hard just to sit here.

But...

Listening to Adrian, Thales looked at the expressionless king, but felt very sad.

Slap!

A crisp sound.

Adrian turned his head in surprise: The wine glass in front of Thales was swept to the ground by him, smashed to pieces.

"Your Highness——"

Adrian was stunned again before he finished speaking: Thales reached out somehow, grabbed the flask in his hand, and drew it indisputably.

The prince still stared at the king, he lifted the lid of the pot, aimed at the spout, and poured his head up!

"Puff!"

The wine entered his throat, and Thales swallowed it and sprayed it embarrassingly.

Damn it.

"This wine is definitely not made in the north," feeling the taste that he could never get used to, the prince coughed in pain, while staring at King Kessel with red eyes:

"Farther north, **** Exter's goods!"

"Really," Adrian was slightly surprised:

"Then I admire them even more, how far it has to go..."

"Adrian."

The king interrupted the captain of the guard with a cold expression:

"Escort Prince Thales back to Mindis Hall."

Tales, panting, clenched his fists.

Adrian smiled, turned and bowed:

"Yes?"

The captain of the General Guard, who has been in office for many years, has a clear heart.

King Kessel paused for a moment, and looked at Thales deeply.

"My son is young and frivolous, and he is in love with him at the beginning. He is dissatisfied with the marriage arrangements, and he rushes to the palace recklessly, asking for an explanation."

Thyls breathed in a trance.

Seeing that a catastrophe that shook the throne was determined to be a romantic affair after dinner, Adrian suddenly smiled:

"That's how it is."

Until the king’s next sentence:

"I was so furious that I ordered heavy punishments, not to be punished severely."

Severe punishment.

Tyles' heart beats in a mess.

The captain of the general guard also frowned:

"Your Majesty?"

King Kessel snorted, then continued:

"Fortunately, the court officials persuaded us to talk face to face, and finally clarified the misunderstanding."

Clarified the misunderstanding.

Adrian nodded, exhaling imperceptibly:

"That's how it is."

"The royal guards, private soldiers of the stars, court servants, and visiting officials and nobles who witnessed the incident today," King Kessel said in a playful tone:

"Make sure they can speak ‘accurate’ when asked by others."

"Of course," Adrian's smile diminished slightly, "they have a good memory and can't remember it wrong."

Listening to their arrangements for the "future", Thales sneered when he knew the situation was over.

"The correct collective memory?"

Tyles looked at the king, and Adrian looked at him by what he said:

"I can't persuade you with state justice, can I?"

"Even if the Scarlet Year is pulled out as a swordsman, you are still indifferent."

Tyers smiled and said coldly:

"When will you understand that the stars are not yours alone?"

"Tyrant?"

Adrian's face suddenly changed.

The Ironfist King finally raised his head and looked at Thales.

"Adrian."

This time, the king’s answer did not fluctuate:

"The entourage who instigated the prince to break the ban and flocked him to the palace today..."

Tyles felt tight,

"Whether it is a guard servant or a lover, a commoner, a nobleman, seven servants, or an imperial family, you make a list and give it to the Noble Affairs Institute, the Security Department, the Department of Discipline, and the Flag Wing and secret branch."

The king looked at Thales, squinting his eyes:

"They know what to do."

Thyls shivered slightly.

Waya, Rolf, Glover, D.D, Cohen...

"Yes, Your Majesty," Adrian didn't hesitate:

"Now do it."

The prince stared at King Kessel, breathing disorderly.

But it's not over yet.

"As for the negligence of the Mindis Hall, allowing the assassins to enter the royal banquet," the king lifted his chin and glanced down at Thales:

"Tell Vogel the banner officer: It's about the prince's safety and the royal family's face..."

"Strictly investigate and strictly examine."

The king said, his eyes were cold:

"Strictly handle."

Strictly.

Thyls's feeling gradually faded.

"Also, let Mallos return to work, maybe you are right, he is not suitable for this position."

King Kessel retracted his gaze and hummed softly:

"The captain of the prince's guard, we choose separately: Vogel or Mariko are good."

Adrian did not speak, but bowed again.

At that moment, Thales' nails clasped tighter and tighter in the palm of his palm, almost torn apart.

"You will not succeed."

The prince's voice rang coldly in the room, full of resentment and anger.

"You will only drag the entire star to hell."

"Like the first king."

As soon as the words came out, the temperature in the room seemed to drop again.

The king was silent for a while, and Adrian lowered his head and said nothing.

"That's it, Adrian."

King Kessel said plain but unquestionable:

"Now, take him and get out."

Tyles sneered and lowered his head.

"Yes."

Adrian bowed, but was suddenly taken aback:

"Oh, Your Majesty, I remember one thing..."

The captain of the guard raised his head, and the king looked back at him lightly.

I saw Adrian hesitating and authentic:

"On this road, everyone saw me coming in with dinner."

King Kessel frowned:

"So?"

"So, if the misunderstanding of going to the palace is really solved, make things happen..."

Adrian tentatively said:

"At this time, His Highness Thales should have no self-confidence, shame and embarrassment, but you are tolerant and loving to invite him to dinner?"

Dinner together.

King Kessel frowned.

Thyls also looked up in confusion.

What.

Adrian smiled warmly and waved his finger to the door:

"This way, can everyone remember'accurate'?"

Accurate.

The king was silent for a while, while Thales looked at Adrian in surprise.

"The Imperial Conference is not over," King Kessel said coldly:

"I didn't stay with him all night."

Adrian's eyes lit up.

"Oh, speaking of this, your Majesty, please do not worry."

"Half an hour ago, Baron Quentin had arranged accommodations in the palace tonight for all the adults in the Imperial Conference, so that you can summon them whenever you need them for government affairs."

King Kessel's expression changed slightly.

Lord Adrian nodded with a smile, and gestured to the food on the table:

"And relax, Your Majesty, you did have a whole night."

King Kessel paused for a few seconds, frowning and questioning:

"You just said that Quentin was unwell after paying the glass bill and took leave."

Adrian frowned:

"Really?"

Faced with the cold eyes at the king, the captain of the guard smiled, with a pierced expression, helpless and embarrassed:

"Well, then I will take your Highness out to see if I can keep a low profile and let less people see..."

Adrian sighed and walked to Thales, smiling sorryly.

Just now.

"That's it."

The king interrupted him coldly.

King Kessel glanced at Thales, disdainfully said:

"He stayed."

"You will weigh the time and take him away later."

Adrian's eyes lit up, and the answer was fluent:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tyles stared at Adrian blankly.

What is this...?

"But before leaving."

The king's words changed in due course.

King Kessel gave Tersnu his jaw:

"You take this idiot to Marico and tell him that the king will teach his son strictly and order him to replace the penalty wing and execute the punishment on the royal family."

Strictly teach children?

Tyles gritted his teeth.

He stared at the king, his mind filled with thoughts.

Adrian was silent for a while, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, I'm sorry to talk about this, your majesty, I just remembered..."

The captain of the guard raised his head with a smile on his face:

"Marico has left for some reason-he was just sent by me to Mindis Hall to join the flag wing to show condolences to the Star Lake Guard brothers who were detained for some reason."

The king sneered:

"Just? Leaving for some reason? Like Quentin on vacation due to illness?"

"Yes, just like Quentin--" Adrian answered without thinking, but he didn't realize it was right until halfway through, and he laughed:

"Ah, maybe it's still different."

The room was silent for a while.

The king turned his head and glanced at Thales with a complicated expression:

"You take good care of him."

"Of course."

Adrian didn't blink his eyes, and answered without hesitation, as if he couldn't hear the meaning:

"Mariko is still young, so she should run more errands and exercise more."

Boom!

The king slapped the chair with a palm.

"Adrian."

King Kessel snorted angrily, his eyes forced on like a sword:

"You have made up your mind, against my wish?"

Adrian looked down.

"My fault, Your Majesty."

He took a step back and bowed deeply.

"Maybe against your wishes."

The captain of the guard respectfully and authentically:

"But it fits your needs."

King Kessel stared coldly at his captain of the guard, his eyes rolling angrily.

Fit your needs.

Tels watched the confrontation between Adrian and the king in silence.

Dinner together.

He suddenly understood what the other party was doing.

But, but what use is this.

His battle in the Fuxing Palace...

Ten seconds of silence.

King Kessel did not answer, but the anger in his eyes slowly faded.

"It's Gilbert, is he begging you to ease your cheeks?"

Adrian raised his head, at first confused, then suddenly realized:

"What? Oh, Your Majesty, if you want to summon Count Caso, I will..."

King Kessel breathed out, feeling helpless and bored.

"Enough, get out of here."

The king waved his hand impatiently:

"I will give you five minutes, come back and take him away."

Lord Adrian nodded and obeyed:

"As you wish."

But the captain of the guard stalled immediately:

"But in the eyes of outsiders, His Royal Highness is here to finish the meal with peace of mind, finish speaking, and then leave with me, at least..."

Adrian is embarrassed:

"A quarter of an hour?"

A quarter of an hour?

The king and Thales were stunned for a second.

Changing!

In the next second, King Kessel, who could no longer stand it, overturned the glass with a palm and glared at Adrian: "Ed--"

"Your Majesty!"

Lord Adrian bowed and hurried back before the king:

"Then a quarter of an hour!"

After speaking, without waiting for the king to respond, Adrian turned and left, but stopped halfway.

"Sorry, my lord, but I must take your knife and fork."

The captain of the guard walked up to Thales, took a look at the startled prince, and took away the knife and fork beside the dinner plate apologetically:

"I believe the spoon is enough-you know, the Far Easterners can eat with only two thin wooden sticks."

Thyls looked at the captain with a complicated expression.

"Thank you, Lord." He said hoarsely.

Thank you and Gilbert for fighting for me...

A quarter of an hour.

But this is the end of the matter.

He...what else can he do?

"You are welcome, Your Highness," Adrian smiled and weighed the knife and fork in his hand:

"By the way, your sword is really heavy, it's really hard to hold it in your hand."

Thyls gave a wry smile, ignoring the king whose face was almost frozen into ice.

"It's not mine, it's Karabyan..."

But Adrian didn't let him go on, but he said it to himself:

"But after we found its scabbard, it was much more convenient."

The captain of the royal guard nodded meaningfully:

"After all, ancient swords..."

"It's hard to escape its sheath."

Can't escape its sheath.

The next second, Thales looked up suddenly!

"What?"

He looked at Adrian in surprise.

Lord Adrian smiled slightly, blinked, and then drew away, stepping out of the Ballard room between the opening and closing of the door.

Thyls stared blankly in the direction he was leaving.

Tormund Mallos.

You **** watchman, captain of the guard I hate most.

Isn’t you being questioned by the flag wing, so you can’t take care of yourself?

Is there time to take care of my business?

Tyles clenched his fists.

The gate is closed.

The silence returned to the room.

"It seems you are very popular." The king looked at the door thoughtfully.

"And this upsets you?" Thales took a deep breath, returned to reality, and looked at his father.

The king snorted.

"Eat," King Kessel grabbed the knife and fork indifferently:

"Unless you want to get a whip hungry, that tastes bad."

Tyles grabbed the spoon and looked at his bowl.

He cannot fight the king.

He can't become another sword.

Just like the temple and the imperial wind, the root of their formation fundamentally determines that they are bound to compete with each other, and fire and water are incompatible.

Neither one will bow their heads to the other easily.

And he, Thales looked at his reflection in the bowl.

So, he can't take the bargaining chip given by Falkenhauser to negotiate terms in front of King Kessel.

He couldn't hold the sword given by the people from the Western Wilderness, and appeal to the Fuxing Palace.

That doesn't work.

Tyles squeezed the spoon in his hand and frowned slightly.

Not enough.

He didn't pay enough.

Not enough.

Not enough.

The crime of the prison river came surgingly, flooding his brain, but it made him think more clearly.

He has to pay more.

More.

【The ancient sword cannot escape its sheath.

Holding a thousand blades is evil. 】

Tyles looked at King Kessel who was eating silently, slowly lost his mind, and gradually realized.

Are you ready?

Deep in my heart, a voice reminded him:

Tels?

The next second, the prince looked up suddenly!

"I know."

Thyls looked at King Kessel steadily, with a calm tone and calmness:

"I know Emore can't hide things from you."

"As long as I want to use it as a bargaining chip, I can't hide it from you, let alone convince you."

But Thales changed his tone:

"But you will not succeed, even if you have that orphan girl in your hands."

"But neither because Falkenhausen will not compromise, nor because you lack the means."

Kessel V said nothing, but just bowed his head to eat.

Tyles took a deep breath, and his next sentence said to both the king and himself:

"It's because: it's destined."

The answer to him was the cold hum of the king.

But Thales was not discouraged or impatient. He stabbed something that looked like a sausage with a spoon:

"Your Majesty, I just wanted to understand something."

"That is, whether there is a'Sand King' or a'Sand King', whether you want to centralize power, expand the army, reform, or become rich, no matter how young you are, you are doomed-- All the games are lost."

Across from the long table, King Kessel's knife is cutting meat.

The prince’s expression remained unchanged, and he continued to concentrate on his dinner plate:

"Remind me: How did the'Sand King' fail?"

"From vision, purpose to idea, from planning, preparation to execution, it was grand and precise, but it fell short at the last moment and was forced to retreat, fold cards to stop losses, and lose less when you lose."

"Where is the problem?"

The king did not answer, but he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Thales.

"Is the Imperial Conference dragging each other back? The Kingdom's secret science is more than defeated? The standing army is eager for quick success and quick gain? The legendary wings are short-sighted? The princes of the Western Wilderness are shrewd and vigilant? Or are the desert forces rebellious and not cooperating with your performance?"

The prince chuckled and tore a bite of the sausage, but couldn't taste it at all:

"Or, in fact, no one has a problem here, or everyone has a problem?"

King Kessel did not move, only his eyes were fixed on Thales.

"Wait," Thales narrowed his eyes:

"You don't really think, it's my fault, do you?"

The king still didn't respond~IndoMTL.com~ but Thales didn't expect the other party to answer.

"No..."

The young man hummed:

"The fact is: Even if the'Sand King' is going well everywhere, everyone will do their duty..."

The second prince's eyes sharpened:

"It is also destined to fail."

"Because it has a link, it is the biggest problem in itself."

Thyls completely gave up table manners, chewing, and pointed at King Kessel with a spoon:

"You."

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