Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 130: Mouse
"Kingdom Blood ()"!
Thyls stood in the center of the study, pointing to the invitation card on the floor with a look of impotence: "Ready?"
"Wait."
Ashida stopped him.
The magician looked at him faintly, and slowly raised a finger:
"This time, try this."
Thyls was taken aback:
"Which one to try—"
The sound of the wind rose before the voice fell.
I saw that broken chair with a corner missing rose into the sky from behind the desk and flew towards Thales!
Talston was shocked, and he raised his hand subconsciously.
"What the **** are you doing--"
Boom!
The chair fell to the ground and made a loud noise.
In the next second, an eager door knocking sounded:
"Your Highness, Lord Duke! What happened? Please answer me!"
"We have to go in—you get out of the way."
"No, let's count to three together, one two three--"
Boom!
There was another loud noise. The two people on duty—second-class pioneer Leo Morgan and second-class security officer Jose Custa—jointly slammed open the door and rushed into the room again. All stopped, eyes widened.
"Your Highness?"
I saw Thales lying on the chair in a strange posture with his back facing the two guards.
"Leo, Jose, wow, it's you tonight."
Thyls turned his head back hard and forced a smile:
"It's okay, when I was exercising, hehe, there was a stinky mouse making trouble..."
Morgan and Kusta turned their heads to check: The entire study was empty, everything was normal except for the two candlesticks that went out.
"But, your lord, your nose..." Guard Kusta spoke with a thick thorny accent, looking at Thales, who was lying on the chair, he stopped talking.
Thyls took out his handkerchief calmly and wiped the blood from under his nose.
"It's okay, it's okay, you know, puberty."
He waved his hand:
"Go out."
Morgan nodded. He walked to the candlestick and lit the candle again.
"But--" Kusta wanted to say something.
"Get out, go." The Duke of Xinghu gritted his teeth.
Morgan grabbed Kusta and bowed to Thales:
"If you need help, Your Highness, we are at the door."
So Thales watched them leave and closed the door.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Ashida, who did not know when he would reappear, and became furious: "I thought you blocked the sound!"
"I did block it." The magician was thoughtful.
"However, interference and repulsion between the mana of different thresholds and different magicians cannot be ignored, second only to the influence of the legendary anti-magic weapons on mana."
Thyls was a little dizzy by this string of nouns, coupled with the embarrassment in front of him, he patted the chair under him, and said uncomfortably:
"Well, then please, can you send me an invitation in advance when I want to do this next time?"
Ashida stared at the chair without saying a word.
"This chair could have been used for another week, but now..."
Thyls let go angrily:
The poor chair split into two neat halves and fell to both sides.
"Thank you so much!"
Okay, what should I tell everyone about this?
The Lord Duke fell off the broken chair with a missing corner, knocked out his nosebleeds, and became ruthless with his sword, leaving the poor chair dead?
But the magician of Qi just paced slowly to Thales's side and motioned for him to silence.
"From now on, I want to ask you some questions. You have to concentrate and speak carefully," Ashida said softly, but very seriously, "Slow down and speak literally, if I let you stop , You have to shut up immediately, and you are not allowed to say a word."
But Thales hasn't died yet:
"What if you're "talking more"? So what?"
Ashida glanced at him, her eyes cold and murderous.
Thyls choked.
He sniffed, feeling the full **** smell, unhappy:
"All right."
Aishida observes the symmetrically separated chair:
"What is this ability?"
"Ghost knowledge--I don't know what it is or how I learned it. It looks like Rolf's ability, or a trick of a street warlock." Thales said in an angry manner.
But the abilities and tricks won't make everyone shout and beat me and run for my life every day.
"No."
Ashida stared at the chair obsessively, but shook her head in denial.
"Abilities are the nature of the evolution of life, and tricks are deceitful, but this," the chair floated in front of the magician's eyes, accompanied by his ethereal voice, "This is beyond our understanding. , Completely different."
Thyls wiped off the nosebleed, not interested:
"Whatever you want."
"It...what can you influence?"
"Small objects," Thales was listless, "the smaller the target, the better, the lighter the better, the closer the better, the simpler the better, for example, paper, leaves, hair?"
"And if the target is too big, too heavy, too far, or even too complex, I will have nosebleeds and dizziness, if I use it frequently..."
Aishida squinted her eyes. "Will it hurt?"
Tyles recalled the thrilling escape in the prison of bones.
"No, it's better than that..."
Thyls twitched the corners of his mouth, expressionless:
"Will die."
Achida thought for a while, then nodded leisurely:
"Interesting."
"Most of the time, it’s like reaching out to something far away," Thales reluctantly picked up the half of the chair on the ground, and walked up to the magician with no face, and took the one that was floating in the air. The half grabbed them and pushed them to the corner, "But occasionally a few times, when I stretched out my hand, I felt that it was not just a stretched hand, but more like, like..."
At this point, Ashida turned her head back quickly:
"Stop!"
Thyls was startled when he was interrupted abruptly.
I saw Ashida closing her eyes and speaking only a few seconds later:
"How long has it been?"
"This thing?"
Thyls cursed Little Dumb in his heart, while adjusting himself: "I have been practicing for half a year. Every time I was tossed so that my waist and back hurt, and I couldn't get out of bed, now I can find a way— —"
Aishida suddenly opened her eyes:
"Stop!"
Thyls choked again, like a throat, very uncomfortable.
Day, come again?
"Remember what I said, be careful with your words," the magician said carefully, "you said you touched the door, what door?"
Tyles swallowed.
"Let’s put it this way, once I was tired of practicing with paper and wanted to change the bridle to try, but the rope that was so thick and hard turned into--"
"Stop!" The magician's warning sounded in due course.
Fuck.
Thyls flattened his mouth and changed the subject:
"Anyway, I had to throw it into the sewer-of course, under normal circumstances, it is not easy to just lock the target."
Axida is keenly grasping the point:
"Usually?"
Thyls shrugged:
"Yes, everything is easy when you knock on the door, it's as natural as breathing and drinking water--"
Ashida raised her hand again:
"Stop!"
Thyls sighed helplessly.
Can you still speak well?
Ashida fell silent, thinking about herself.
"I see, it feels weird, right?"
The unhappy prince who was interrupted many times sneered and said:
"You are very curious and want to understand and explore, but because of the magical power, you have to desperately restrain your impulse, resist the temptation, and keep telling yourself that you can't go deep, you can't continue, you must stop..."
He looked at Ashida, who was watching the blue light, with a sinister and sly smile:
"Then you want to know more, do you want more? Hey, I can give you everything..."
A flash of blue light flashed in Ashida's eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The blue light flashed again. Under one person, the Duke of Xinghu, who was above ten thousand people, regained the right to breathe freely, and panted pitifully on the desk.
"So, the magic is the first appointment," Thales looked back dying, "What is the original purpose of its existence?"
Aishida did not speak. He stared at the chair in the corner and said quietly:
"For ourselves."
It's nonsense again.
Thyls sighed, and without a chair, he could only turn over and sit on the desk.
"Okay, I gave you what you asked for, and answered the questions you asked. Can we get back to the subject? Before I die from bleeding too much?"
The young man knocked on the desktop and said impatiently:
"Now, among the three magicians, what do you want?"
The blue light in the magician's eyes gradually extinguished, and he turned around with his back, and the silhouette in the study looked cold and empty.
"Do you really want to know?"
"I said, the more you hide from me," Thales shook his nosebleed handkerchief boredly. "The more likely I am to stumble on things I don't know."
"What's more, are we not students and facilitators? We are so close and trusting each other, we can be regarded as exemplary teachers and students..."
Aishida speaks suddenly:
"Answer me: Who won the end battle?"
The boring classroom atmosphere suddenly became serious and formal, Thales was caught off guard, and he hurriedly put away his handkerchief.
Who won...
"Uh, the world, mortals, all intelligent races?"
But Ashida did not speak, the magician still looked at him coldly.
"All right."
Tyles raised his arms and thought for a while:
"The Queen of Magic."
"The legendary anti-magic weapons they created can seal the magician," he thought of the experience at the bottom of the prison of bones, frowned, "but it can't take effect on themselves."
The queen only needs to set fire, and no disaster is allowed to light the lamp.
Ashida's eyes flashed.
"From the last time you left, you have learned a lot by yourself."
Thyls snorted softly.
"Don't forget, I have the crown in my left hand and the magic power in my right hand."
Thyls opened his hands boldly, and then embarrassedly hid the blood-stained left hand behind his back.
The young man continued: "In this way, the twin emperors drove other magicians into street rats, and monopolized the use of magic powers. According to what you said, they also deepened their understanding of magic powers. They are the biggest winners. ."
Ashida nodded.
But the next second, his tone became mysterious:
"Then, as the biggest winners, why did the Magic Twins disappear in 700 years, hidden behind the scenes, only circulated in the awe of a few people, and no one knows where they are?"
Talston was taken aback for a moment.
The magic twins, why have they disappeared?
This question...
The magician is pacing slowly, the questions are gradually increasing, and the aura becomes more and more compelling:
"Why do they want to distribute legendary anti-demon forces to mortals and rely on the king, lord, governor, and bishop of this world to perform their duty of monitoring the world on their behalf?"
"Why not just clarify your identity, rule over hundreds of millions of living beings, and order everything in the world, and those who obey will perish if they fail?"
"Just like what the radicals did?"
Ashida stared at him closely, waiting for the student's response.
Uh, what the old crow said, the limits of rule? No, that's only for mortals.
Thyls pressed down the first answer and found that it was indeed a good question.
He began to think about the logic.
"Because the warrior defeated the dragon, not to become the dragon? Well, a joke."
"Because, because of convenience? Because of laziness? Because of efficiency? Because of them, uh, no time? You know, not every magician has a leisure time to help the underworld to fight and grab territory."
The magician of Qi still stared at him faintly, silently, and did not respond to Thales' sarcasm in any way.
Thyls had to curb the ridicule, and said seriously:
"Well, to be honest, all I can think of is that since they used the Purification Plan to obliterate the existence of the magician, the two emperors themselves would not appear in front of the world to prevent damage to block news and cover up. Historical effect?"
Aishida stared at him for a long, long time.
As if to use his eyes to penetrate his heart.
This makes Thales a little nervous.
Wait, did he digress? What did I just ask?
Finally, the magician of Qi sneered coldly.
"For a long time, I have also been curious about this issue, and to understand it," Ashida's eyes burned, "I need more information."
"Frylan said one thing right."
The leader said slowly:
"Since the end of the battle, the Canstar royal family has been inherited for a long time, and has participated in many, so there must be many secrets that the magician can't know."
Thyls patted his forehead.
Oh, yes, Ashida joined the Three Plagues Alliance for this purpose.
"So, you risked being taken out of your address by human flesh and registered as a member of the'Frylan Mutual Aid Group' in order to see references that are not available elsewhere, and to study'Why are the twin emperors such a house? '?"
Tyles asked tentatively.
Achida looked at him silently, motionless.
Well, it seems that he didn't understand the smile.
Thyls had to sigh:
"Then what is your research conclusion?"
Ashida averted her eyes and turned to look out the window.
"They hide."
The magician's eyes reappeared with a blue light, his tone is hollow, but it makes people palpitations inexplicably:
"Because they are afraid, jealous, and vigilant."
The twin emperors are afraid, jealous, vigilant?
Thyls was startled, puzzled:
"What are you afraid of? They are already the most powerful magicians, no one can control..."
No one can control it.
Tyles had a pause and woke up:
"Oh, you mean, Toros? He has the power to overcome the twin emperors?"
Toros.
Axida turned her head abruptly, her eyes sharp blue!
Thyls staggered in surprise.
The magician spoke slowly, very gentle: "I have noticed since just now, even though I rarely mention it, you seem to know something about this predecessor."
He sharpened his eyes:
"The question is, how did you hear about it?"
Thyls swallowed subconsciously.
Under Asida's aggressive gaze, he remembered the words of the predecessor in the border before knocking on the door:
[It is Ashida's responsibility to guide you, so I can't help it. 】
[In the community of magicians, there is a sacred and inviolable relationship between the leader and the guided. For example, you and Ashida, you have a special and close connection, for each other, they are special and important existences. 】
Thinking of this, Thales subconsciously said:
"Book. I read it from a book."
But Ashida immediately asked:
"What book?"
Thyls blurted out:
"Forbidden books, in the collections of the Temple of Sunset..."
The magician is chasing after him:
"Which one?"
Thyls choked.
He had to show a sorry smile:
"Well, I'll be honest, it's actually the guard's record-the royal guard's flag wing, they will record the words and deeds of the characters of the past."
Ashida squinted her eyes:
"Whose record?"
"The King of Revival." Thales' eyes didn't blink:
"Tormond I, he mentioned, um, what he saw in the Battle of the End, including Toros."
"Oh, the records are stored in the Fuxing Palace, do you want to go and see?"
Ashida was silent for a few seconds.
"No," the magician looked at him faintly, "there are legendary anti-magic weapons in it, it's not safe."
Thyls's face woke up:
"Oh, what a pity."
"Do you want me to steal it for you?"
"No need." Ashida whispered, turning around.
"But no," the magician continued, "It's not Toros that they fear."
His words are deeply jealous:
"You can't imagine what level and height the Queen of Magic has stood at since the creation of the legendary anti-magic armed forces."
"I think even if the qualifications are as deep as Toros, they can't compete with the twin emperors who no one can control."
Torros, can't compete with the twin emperors?
Thyls was surprised at first, and then wondered:
"Then what else can they be afraid of?"
Aishida didn't answer directly.
"Think, Thales, think," the magician stared at the star lake reflecting the stars, "don't develop the bad habit of waiting for answers."
Thyls frowned.
The twin emperors no one can control.
No one...
No.
Tyles' eyes moved.
It’s not ‘no one’.
Not all.
"With each other."
Tyles stared at the chair that was split in half in the corner, earnestly.
"Bloodthorn and Heilan, as the victors of the end battle, as the magicians surpassing most of their peers," he looked up at the magicians, "the only people who can really compete with the two emperors are each other. "
The young man said solemnly:
"The thing they are afraid of is the other party."
Aishida snorted softly:
"It seems that you are not dull."
Recognized, Thales shines:
"Therefore, without a common enemy, the two queens became the greatest threat to each other. They broke up after the war and turned against each other."
"And they hid behind the scenes to guard against sneak attacks by the other party-this is a chicken-eating game that'who finds out first' wins?"
Faced with the hopeful questioning of the students, the magician was noncommittal, but said indifferently:
"As I said earlier, you are getting closer to the truth of the world."
This is probably Ashida's version of "You said it really well"-Thales slandered.
"Well, I know this, so what?"
Thyls returns to the topic, and guard against Ashida from opening the topic:
"The purpose of your participation in the Three Plagues Alliance is to use your strength to win over one of the two emperors and fight the other?"
Ashida was silent for a while.
But when he spoke again, his tone was different.
"Tyles, are you sure, do you want to continue listening?" The magician said quietly.
Thyls was taken aback:
"What?"
I saw the magician turning around, his figure obscured the moonlight, giving Thales a sense of oppression for the first time.
"Instructions, truth and secrets often carry a heavy burden."
Aishida spoke softly, meaningfully: "Are you really, ready?"
Looking at the other person, Thales frowned and wondered: "Why are you suddenly telling ghost stories?"
His teacher sneered coldly:
"Because once you know, you can't look back."
Can't turn around?
Thyls pouted his lips indifferently:
"Even if I don't know, I have no turning back, right?"
What a joke.
Do you really think that I, the first person in Errol's world to turn good luck, Thales Canxing, have been scared since childhood?
Speaking of this, Thales suddenly became aware of something. He raised his finger and said fiercely:
"And you don't want to "dismiss get out of class" now!"
Ashida snorted lukewarmly, unaware of emotions.
But uncharacteristically, he spoke quite cheerfully:
"During the time I worked with Fleyland, through the Canopy Star Royal Family, Kingdom Secret Branch, and even the Blood Bottle Gang, I got some precious historical records."
Tyles squinted his eyes:
"About?"
Achida smiled rarely.
It means weird and difficult to understand.
"You already know that all legendary anti-magic weapons are made by the twin emperors, and they cannot be effective against the twin emperors, right?"
Thyls couldn't help looking at him nervously, suspiciously in his heart:
"So?"
The magician lowered his voice:
"What if there are exceptions?"
"What if there are weapons that were not made by the twin emperors in this world?"
Thyls was startled at first, then realized.
Damn it.
[Eighteen years ago, the first and only legendary anti-devil weapon that was not made by the magic queen...]
In the prison of bones, the mysterious voice of the leader of the Sword of Disaster seems to ring in his ears:
【In the Kingdom of Stars, on the base of this dragonbreaker, it is worthy of forging. 】
So, he was talking about this... and that's right.
Thyls took a deep breath:
"So, you have to tell me that you have found an out-of-register legendary anti-magic weapon that can be effective against the Queen of Magic?"
This time, Ashida stared at him for a long time before speaking seriously:
"In case you regret it after listening, I will ask again, you are really sure you want to listen..."
Tyles rolled his eyes in his heart.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The Duke is decisive, beyond doubt:
"Say!"
What a mystery.
Do you really think I don't know?
The Dragon Breaker, the Frontier of the Clean World--the achievement of the greatest king, and the only weapon that can seal the two emperors--has been held in his hand long ago, and he has actually used it on the ground.
Do you really think that by posing like this and creating an atmosphere, you can scare him?
Ashida smiled mysteriously.
Wait.
Thinking of this, Thales has a headache:
Besides the indifferent experience of many battles, how can I use the appropriate consternation to show that I have seen the world without arousing his suspicion...
"In the battle of the end, every legendary anti-magic weapon was created by the twin emperors, and then distributed to the selected disaster hunters, in order to use the power of everyone to hunt down the magician."
As Thales thought, the magician of Qi had already spoken.
But what Ashida said is not what Thales thought:
"But after comprehensively comparing all the relevant records of the Star Kingdom, I determined an interesting thing: the time when some weapons were released must be after the end of the war."
Thyls, who was looking forward to hearing "Fighter of the Pure World", didn't react for a while, and paused.
"So, this is normal."
The young man took out his ears and followed his thoughts:
"Although the war is over, the hunt for disasters continues. The target of the twin emperors is not only the radicals, but also other magicians, such as you, not to mention troublesome ghosts like Giza. Lively..."
Speaking of this, Thales trembled fiercely!
Wait.
Just now, what Ashida said was wrong.
————
Outside the study, Officer Morgan Vanguard and Officer Kusta stood face to face, one with a cold expression and the other attentively.
"Your Highness," Kusta stared at the door seriously, but he didn't hear any voice from inside, "He sometimes does something unexpected, right?"
Morgan did not respond.
Kusta snorted softly:
"Did you listen to Kong Muto's words, they are in Red Square..."
"Don't bother to get close, thorny," the Morgan Vanguard interrupted him roughly, without even looking at him: "I'm not interested."
Kusta's face was stagnant.
The thorny barbarian.
Custa, who has bronze skin and an exotic face, took a deep breath:
"Yes, my father is indeed from the thorny land, but he is also a nobleman in the kingdom of Ellenbia, and my grandmother is a star person who can't be more orthodox..."
"Who cares if you are a **** **** by someone?"
The Guardian Morgan, who is not close to strangers, raises the volume and snorts disdainfully:
"Just keep your door safe, thorny."
The Thorn Man-Kusta's breathing accelerated, and his fists were clenched.
"They said that you are a veteran," Kusta's tone cooled down, "but he was driven out by the army-because of fear of fighting and absconding?"
The sentence came into effect, and Morgan moved his eyes for the first time, staring at Kusta.
But Kusta’s tone became more and more mocking:
"That must be interesting, right?"
The Thorns sneered:
"Your sir, didn't he **** you out?"
As the voice fell, Morgan's eyes changed.
It's freezing cold.
The veteran's hand moved to the weapon.
"Remember, we are on duty," Kusta said coldly, pressing the handle of the knife around his waist, "so don't make any stupid ideas."
"Unless...out of the army, do you want to be expelled by the guard again?"
Morgan's hand stopped.
His eyes are cold:
"Do you know why they expelled me?"
Kusta sneered disdainfully:
"Who cares--"
"What are you doing?"
At that moment, Kusta and Morgan were shocked by the unexpected appearance of a strange figure.
Custa drew his sword instinctively!
Clang!
With a sharp sound, Kusta's blade stopped in time and slammed it against the wall, only a foot away from the neck of the strange figure.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Custa cursed fiercely, and withdrew the blade in shock:
"I **** almost took you—Vy, Master Vitano?"
Kosta and Morgan stared at the rickety figure that appeared beside them—the guard of Star Lake Castle. The old man Vitano was standing tremblingly in front of the door with a lamp in his hand.
Remembering the courtesy of Chief Mallos to the person in front of him, Kusta quickly put away the blade and changed his tone:
"You, you scared me."
"Hey, old man," Morgan on one side was not so good-tempered. He stared at Vitano, and put away the two daggers around his waist. "What are you doing here?"
The lamp shadow shook, and the figure trembled, Vitano turned his head slowly, and his turbid eyes glanced at the two of them:
"You guys, don't you feel it?"
"Wow, you, can you talk?"
Kosta was taken aback for a moment, then he reacted and cleared his throat: "Sorry, what do you feel?"
"Mouse."
Vitano stared at the study door.
"In the castle," the old man raised the lamp, surely authentic:
"There are mice."
If Rao didn't deal with it anymore, Kusta and Morgan exchanged glances at this time.
Although the communication is not very efficient.
"Yes, we know."
Morgan looked at the old man and said coldly:
"An'old' rat."
Kusta smiled:
"Of course, the only place in this ghost castle where there are no mice should be the Xun Yinglou—there is the wild cat den."
But Vitano shook his head, his eyes kept on the door.
"No."
"It's a foreign mouse."
Vitano looked at the door, slowly but firmly said:
"Very, very big one."
"It's huge."
Custa and Morgan exchanged glances again.
The Thorny Man narrowed his eyes, pointed to his brain, and lowered his voice: "Hey, is he? There is something here..."
Morgan curled his lips and didn't reply.
But in the next second, Vitano's figure trembled and moved forward.
"Hey!"
One left and one right, both arms stood firmly in front of him.
Also stopped in front of the door.
"Please stop, Master Vitano," Kusta resolutely and solemnly saw the direction the old man was going, "If you really want to see the Duke, I can pass the message first."
"This is nowhere." Morgan is more concise.
Vitano recovered tremblingly and began to look at the two again.
"You, are the royal guards?"
The old man asked softly.
Custa put down his arm and smiled:
"Yes, we are the royal family in Xinghu Castle..."
"You should jump." The old man said coldly, his words without beginning and ending.
Kusta frowned: "What?"
"You," Vitano had a long sentence, breathless, like a dying person, "You should all jump off the castle."
Jump down?
Morgan gave a sharp look and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Jump down? Why, why?" Kusta asked puzzled.
Vitano turned his head, first glanced at a Kusta, then glared at Morgan, and finally fixed his gaze on the Duke's door.
"Because you don't use farts."
"Not even a mouse can be caught."
When the voice fell, the old man ignored the puzzled two and turned around.
Amidst the shaking lights, he walked away step by step, struggling to leave here, disappearing into the depths of the corridor.
Kusta and Morgan stared at his back intently, inexplicably.
"D.D is right," Kusta shook his head when he watched him walk away, "The old guy, even if it's not a zombie, there is definitely a problem with his brain."
"Kill him." Morgan said coldly.
"Yes—what?" Kusta was taken aback.
Morgan looked at the cold corridor, grinding his teeth, his tone was chilling:
"Next time, if he shows up like this again, we will kill him together."
Kusta blinked:
"Are you crazy?"
Morgan barked his teeth, murderously: "No, I'm serious."
Kusta took a deep breath and looked around: "No—Ms. Harvest and the Goddess of Sunset are on top, why?"
Morgan snorted coldly.
"Because, just the distance we found him," the veteran's eyes were sharp, "enough for him to kill us."
Kill us?
"Ha, haha, for Thornland’s sake, I can’t believe it," Kusta was puzzled, laughing and laughing, "Well, let’s kill the old man and how do we explain it? ？Because he said that we~IndoMTL.com~Well, can’t catch the mouse?"
Morgan nodded, he still stared at the corridor, as if there was some threat there:
"Yes."
"And he is the mouse--damn mouse."
Kusta looked confused.
"Crazy, crazy," The Thorny Man worked hard, finally gave up thinking, and sighed, "You and him, you are all crazy."
Ms. Harvest is here, and next time, he would rather be on duty with the disabled dumb partner.
Damn mouse.
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