Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 133: Discretionary

The moonlight was cold, and the funeral song stopped, replaced by another laugh from the fortress flower and the shouts of her soldiers.

"Depose the Duke and destroy Jayne?"

In the lounge, Thales repeated the king's words and took a deep breath:

"Let me guess, Your Majesty, you will gather the power of the whole country and bring me a standing army of more than 30,000 people, a strong and unreliable royal standing army, equipped with the best equipment for the most adequate logistics, and then Send me a Kingdom Wrath on my left hand, and a Legend Wing on my right hand. Then, under my correct leadership, they rushed into the Emerald City in a simple and rude but unstoppable manner, broke the Kongming Palace, and then took Jen Kaiwen. Dill picked up from his Duke's throne and slammed it upside down into the toilet and rushed into the moat?"

King Kessel was silent for a while.

"No."

Thyls made a sneer of "Sure enough", with irony:

"Then, you must have planned a perfect plan that can safely and low-key get rid of Jen, without pushing against the princes of the Quartet, and teaching the stars to destroy the country in the civil war, so that you have the confidence to make me run errands? , Should we all learn something from the last Sand King incident and perhaps my little protest?"

The King of Iron Fists glanced at him, then turned to look at the desk.

"Open it."

It took several seconds for Thales to react, and the other party motioned to the scroll that the king had brought.

The prince pursed his mouth to express his dissatisfaction with Kessel's appetite, but he went to the desk and picked up the scroll and found that it was printed with the exclusive coat of arms of the iris family.

"Warmly welcome...The Duke of Thales has a good reputation... We talked very happily... We have been apart for a long time, and I miss it..."

Thyls read the contents of the letter one after another, mostly literary polite nonsense.

"Although the Emerald City is small, the Kongming Palace is ugly... the two big families have a long history... I and the sages of the South Bank... We are looking forward to the event..."

Thyls finished reading the scroll, and when he was confused, he saw what was under the scroll on the desk.

He picked up the box of the plate that he thought was a scroll at first, and his expression suddenly changed.

"What's this?" Thales raised his head and looked at His Majesty the King incredulously.

"As you can see, it is a reply letter from Duke Kevin Deere." Kessel V still looked at the sparkling Star Lake. "He welcomed his best friend, the Duke of Star Lake, to the Emerald City to stay in the sky. Ming Palace, participate in the jade celebration, have fun with the leaders of the South Bank, and aspire to the profound friendship between the nine-pointed star and the iris, and the loyal bond between the Fuxing Palace and the Kongming Palace."

"No, no, no, I mean..."

Tyles put down the scroll, raised the box that was actually a small portrait facing the king, raised his voice, and spoke indecently:

"What the **** is this?"

King Kessel turned his head.

Under Thales's frightened and angry expression, in the frame on his chest, a teenage girl with a round face turned her head in the flowers and smiled at the king with a sweet and innocent smile.

And on her tailored dress, the coat of arms of iris is looming.

"It should be a change of artist, not as good as the last one."

The king only glanced at it and hummed indifferently.

"Don't worry, as usual, your portrait has also been mailed. This is fair."

Fair...

Thyls only felt that his forehead was full of blood, and it was about to burst from his veins. He took a deep breath and exhausted his life's strength to ensure that the volume would not break the window:

"I repeat one last time: fuck, this, fuck, yes, fuck, what?"

Every time the prince explodes, the frame shakes with his fingers.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

"Nothing," King Kessel said lightly, "You need a reason to go to the Emerald City. For example, you will greet and see one of your fiancée candidates, the noble and noble Sile of Duke Jane's sister. Miss Kevin Deere."

The king glanced at him as if looking at a big fool:

"Is there a problem?"

Yes.

Big question!

No one told me!

Tyles turned over the portrait and stared at the round-faced girl above in amazement.

Hille Kevin Deere.

Jen's biological sister.

Thinking of the cold and sharp threat of the Duke of Iris, Thales only felt the palm of his hand holding the frame cold.

What the hell...

"Well, please correct me if I am wrong. So, I, the purpose or name of my trip, is to go to the Emerald City...for a blind date?"

Thyls tried to adjust his emotions and forget the anger of being fooled.

"The letter will not be too blunt. But, yes, young men and women of important families have reached the age of marriage, and they will see each other before they get engaged in marriage. They should know each other, and it is best to cultivate friendship. This has been the practice of the Kingdom for many years. ."

The king's tone was ordinary, as if no one should be surprised at all.

Tyles stared at the girl in the painting blankly, and it took a long while to put Miss Hilley down and return to the conversation with the king.

"Well, I know that with your temperament is very unlikely, but I still want to ask," Thales swallowed hard, suddenly remembering the ultimate goal of his trip, "You shouldn't I want to make a marriage contract with that young lady, and then make Jane suddenly die. Let's take advantage of that young lady's inheritance right to sit back and reap the benefits, and take the South Bank into the bag?"

King Kessel snorted, meaning unknown, which made Thales's heart sceptical.

"Two or three hundred years ago, this is a very effective method, but unfortunately, at least in the Star Kingdom, simple family marriage is no longer the best way to grab power."

"Oh, it's really regrettable," Thales breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that, but there was no regret on his face, "It seems that I and the noble and pure Miss Hille can only be That’s it."

The king did not speak, but squinted his eyes and looked at him from a distance.

"You know, after the last royal banquet, Jen and I were both new and old grievances. Fire and water are incompatible."

Thyls sneered:

"And now I actually have to go to the Emerald City to ask for marriage, well, at least visit his sister on the premise of marriage... Now, he will think that I was deliberate, through his sister Provoking him, hey, with Xiaohuahua’s small belly chicken intestines, it’s only blame for me not to go crazy"

Thyls thought of something here, his expression condensed, and his words stagnated.

Huh?

Provoked through his sister...

Fuck me crazy...

"Wait."

Tyles' complexion changed slightly, and he picked up the scroll again.

"This, this is just a reply letter from Kevin Deere, so..."

The Duke of Xinghu widened his eyes and looked at the indifferent king in disbelief:

"Your Majesty, whether it’s an engagement or a blind date, how long ago did you tell Jen about the stall between me and his sister?"

"When you are sure that you have escaped from the north and are about to return to the capital," King Kessel no longer looked at him, and his tone was casual. "The Noble Affairs Institute selected a list of dozens of suitable candidates. Celebrities and ladies of China, inspected one by one, and conveyed their intention of marriage to their family, which naturally includes iris."

"What?"

Escape from the Northland and return to the capital...

Thyls felt a little bit in his heart.

That is to say, that is to say...

"As far as I know, the Kevin Deere girl is very simple, and her character and demeanor remain to be seen, so her original rank on that list is not high, but now, it just happens to be useful"

"Wait!" Thales crossed his hands and stopped the king in horror.

"Wait, so, before the royal banquet, even before I returned to China, you told Jen: Fuxing Palace is interested in his sister?"

Thyls stared at King Kessel.

The king looked back at him with deep blue eyes.

"It's not me, but you told him. Don't forget, Prince Thales is the master of marriage, so he shows sincerity."

Sincere...

Thyls became more and more confused as he listened.

He looked at Miss Hille on the desk.

The king seems to think Thales is not annoying enough: "And it's not simply to tell that this is an official note between the big family, especially the marriage between the star and the Kevin Deer family has a long history. This is quite serious and serious. There is no room for the slightest joking and disrespect for sacred things."

No, no, no.

"Fuck, see, hell."

The boy figured out something, turned around and leaned back weakly on the desk.

"I, I understand..."

The king didn't seem surprised, he looked at his son calmly.

Tyles' breathing accelerated.

After a sudden realization, he said with an expression of disbelief for a while:

"I see, at the royal banquet, the reason why Jane wanted to facilitate the kidnapping and assassination of Anker Balar..."

At the royal family banquet, Jayne’s last private confrontation with him reverberated in Thales’ ears:

This is a warning. I came to you on purpose, Thales, and I am giving you one last chance.

Last chance.

"Ning to die because of a friend, not an enemy."

Thyls clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:

"That night, the reason why Jane wanted to be the spoiler of the game, the reason why he wanted to add to the flames, the reason why he was impatient to trouble me, dragged me into the water, watched me make a fool of, and bad my reputation..."

I want you to know, Thales, I want to teach you: This is my response.

Thyls rubbed his forehead painfully:

"And the reason why he hated me so much after I returned to China, the reason why he was uncharacteristically biting me like a mad dog..."

As a response to you offending me, rejecting me, and threatening me six years later.

"All these, these unreasonable attacks and framing in my opinion are not because his brain is convulsed, nor because he is overbearing, or even because he sees me not pleasing to the eye..."

Thyls **** his thigh regretfully:

"It's because, because in Jayne's view, I am the one who sent him a marriage letter impatiently when he returned to China, revenge him for threatening him, provoking him to offend him, and coveting his sister!"

Take care of your hands, Your Highness.

Ah ah ah ah!

Thyls, who wanted to know the truth, rattled the tabletop in desperation:

"Fuck!"

The unrestrained voice of the Duke of Xinghu finally dissipated in the lounge.

The king's figure still stood by the window, motionless.

"Wait, you already know these things, right?"

Thyles remembered something and stared at King Kessel:

"Jenn bit me as soon as he met at the royal banquet, and finally the cause of my blood mold was what you found for me, this **** marriage partner?" The prince's questioning voice floated and rested. Room.

"Parents manage the marriage for their children," King Kessel said calmly, without apology, "This matter is justified."

Yes, it's like children doing funerals for their parents.

Listening to such a fluttering response from the other party, Thales became angry:

"Then I am really, thank you eight generations of ancestors!"

The unhappy boy exploded unscrupulously, without the grace and manners that a duke should have.

The king looked at him faintly:

"That's how you thank your father for his kindness?"

Tyles spent several seconds, trying his best to flush the unrestrained anger out of his chest.

He forced a smile:

"Of course not, I was so excited, yes, I should have another way to thank you. Let me think about it, yes, yes: it just so happens that the toilet brush in my bathroom is broken, father."

The boy’s smile became more and more exaggerated and dazzling: "Thoughtful and thoughtful, the head is as hard as you, do you intend to replace it? It’s very simple, you just need to get into the toilet upside down and spin it up and down Oh!"

The king uttered a humming voice, and he didn't know whether he was expressing his dissatisfaction with the duke's attitude or he was really cheering on his humor.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Thales sighed and waved his hands:

"But why, why is there such a big thing about marriage, nobody told me?"

"Gilbert should inform you on the first day of your return, and give you the list of finalists," the king said calmly, "has he not?"

Thyls sneered and waved without thinking:

"Nonsense, if he said I could still do this"

At the age of fourteen, according to the standards of the empire, you are already a real adult, you can fight with a sword, marry a wife and have children...

Gilbert, regarding this, with the changes of the times and the progress of society, I believe we need to discuss it,

Thyls thought of something, and said something.

So, Your Highness, your age has arrived this year... You must know that you are obligated to continue the blood of the great kingdom...

Cough! Kekeke

"Damn it, I remember, he wanted to talk."

Tels dumbfounded and authentic:

"From the first day to the day of the banquet, at least three times, but every time I said it was interrupted, rejected, and changed the subject..."

The king said nothing.

"Even on the day I turned my face with you, the reason he used to ease his cheeks was marriage," Thales pulled his hair painfully, "Damn, damn, I should have thought of it! All he wanted to tell me was This!"

Gilbert, why are you so polite and polite? Why do you give up every time I cough? Why can't you keep nagging a little bit annoying, at least finish the nagging thing!

The king hummed softly, his tone intriguing:

"Then I guess, you have nothing to blame, you can only put the toilet brush on the vacancy?"

Tyles let go of his hair, gave him a fierce look, and then thought of the other person uncomfortably:

"Damn Jen Kevin Deere, what kind of warning or response did he respond to? He is a duke anyway, so why can't he be clear?"

Tyles gritted his teeth.

Hey Thales, why are you writing to marry my sister? Is it a threat?

No Jen, I don’t, I am not, you are talking nonsense!

Oh, then it's okay, you can eat, I'll send the brother who took the sword to the banquet.

Isn't this over? ? ? Happy to everyone!

The depression and silence in the lounge continued for a while.

In the end, Prince Thales let out a weak breath.

"Then, Your Majesty, are you sure?"

He said listlessly to the king:

"You want to dethrone, but one of the six guardian dukes of the kingdom, he is also the richest, youngest and most popular. If you make a mistake halfway, you can even go to Aix for the sake of the setting sun. Both Te and the Conmax Alliance declared war at the same time, which seems more sensible."

King Kessel never looked back:

"I thought you hated him and would love to see the downfall of Jen Kevin Deere."

Hate him.

Thyls sarcastically snorts:

"Trust me, on another occasion, I would be happy to replace the toilet brush in my castle with a small flower flower. But, to destroy him? Jen is not a persimmon, and he is very wary of us, let alone him I hate me. If I was careless in this step, I was trapped in the Emerald City."

"Thyls star."

The king called out his full name in a cold tone, making the young man nervous.

"Do I need to remind you of our covenant?"

At that moment, Thales seemed to be poured cold water on his head.

Tyles stood up straight, only feeling that his joints were extremely stiff.

A certain bone ring is getting heavier on his front breast.

Gortaksa.

"I will help you push the kingdom forward, roll forward, remove obstacles, and break the shackles," Thales said bitterly, "for this, do whatever it takes."

At all costs.

"Very well, that's just as we agreed, my child, become my sword, go through thorns and thorns until the kingdom feasts."

The king showed his face under the moonlight in front of the window:

"Unless you regret it."

Repent.

Tyles swallowed his throat, only to feel that the front flap was heavier.

"So, Your Majesty, you want me to visit a distinguished aristocratic lady in the same way as my fiancée, but I rack my brains behind my back, planning to depose or even kill her brother. It's great, no It’s a more **** romance script than this."

He tried to make his tone lighter.

"Thyls."

But His Majesty’s tone made him try to pretend to be easy to pay:

"From the moment you return to your country, this matter is doomed and imperative."

"This is inevitable."

Tyles opened his mouth, but said nothing.

He can only turn his head and look at the portrait on the desk.

The girl with a round face in the painting is surrounded by flowers, innocent and happy, as if there is no danger in her world.

Until a meow came from the castle, which evoked the ensemble of the cats one after another, and also brought the barking of the dogs, Thales' thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"What about the specific plan?"

Tyles exhaled, his tone dignified, less joking than before.

"How did the Kingdom Secret Division plan? Intimidation, lure, assassination, poisoning, or directly met with an axe and slashed? Who do I cooperate with, and what should I do? I have to say first, even if it is acting, I will Never kiss Jen's ass."

But the king just looked at him silently.

"You will see when you get there."

The answer from the Ironfist King made Thales frowned.

"This answer is feasible and unreasonable. Our covenant is presupposed: You will respect my wishes, listen to my opinions, and be sincere, without reservations, without any deception."

The teenager repeated the emphasis:

"Any."

The king was silent for a few seconds, then sneered.

"My boy, why do you think I should put on the royal guard uniform and see you in private?"

"Because the helmet is more handsome?"

King Kessel ignored Thales’ sarcasm, he came to Thales and stared at the boy’s eyes:

"Our covenant is destined to be a top secret that cannot be for outsiders, even for the secret branch of the kingdom."

Even for the Kingdom Secret Division.

Tyles' eyes moved:

"That is to say, your Majesty, in their eyes, we are still a pair of father and son with disagreements and disagreements? But this is not the reason why you concealed the plan from me and kept silent."

But the king shook his head:

"The plan of our vow is to gradually turn against each other and become enemies, and to win accordingly. You and I should be alienated from each other, rather than knowing the roots. If you know all the details of your actions, your performance in the Emerald City will be different. It is hard to guarantee that no clues will be discovered by others. As you said, Jane was very wary of us."

Thyls frowned:

"In other words, I am the same as before, I can't cooperate with the secret department, let alone know their actions? Then how do I complete the task?"

King Kessel turned around.

"Don’t worry, you don’t need to be the protagonist in this action. All you need to do is to act as a third party in the Emerald City, as an unbiased weight in the center of the balance, listening, watching, witnessing, and taking advantage of the trend. For, that's it."

He just needs to listen, watch, witness, and follow the trend?

Thyls frowned: And that means a lot.

It should be noted that, as the guardian duke, Jayne has been rooted in the South Bank for many years, and his influence is unfathomable. But Thales, he actually doesn't need to do anything?

The king curled his lips slightly, and his tone sank:

"Others will do the rest."

Others.

He is referring to the Kingdom's Secret Branch, or something else...

Thyls's expression remains unchanged:

"But if I was the same as before, I did not help and interfered with their business, but it disturbed your situation?"

The king moved his expression and glanced at him.

"This is why I am here. I will tell you what your ultimate goal is: as long as you complete it, I don't care what you do, and don't care if you are satisfied with secret science or if they are satisfied with you."

What?

Thyls was a little dazed.

I don’t care what I do, I don’t care if I am satisfied with secret science...

"But in this case"

"And isn't this exactly what you want, but also what you fought for last time to break into the palace forbidden?"

The King of Iron Fist did not give him a chance to ask questions. He leaned down and pressed his palms on Thales’ shoulders. There was a peculiar meaning in his words: "I didn’t give you specific plans and rules, so I gave you Outside the framework, the power of discretion and discretion."

Discretionary.

Decide on the spot.

Thyls was stunned.

Really?

The troubled prince who has always been accused of "bad things for me" and "destroying the plan" was a bit unaccustomed for a while.

The sound of the banquet from the corridor outside the door gradually became quieter. Thales guessed that it was probably the flower of the fortress that drank everyone down.

The king was obviously unwilling to delay any more time. He took up the helmet of the royal guard and buttoned his head meticulously.

Like a real guard.

"You can do this according to your preferences and scales, just like you don’t like the roughness of Sand King’s actions, then influence it, reverse it, and don’t have to think about whose intentions have been met or who has broken it. As long as..."

Speaking of this, Kessel V paused.

Tyles took a deep breath and took his words:

"Just complete your goal: Dethrone Jen?"

The king loosened his helmet and nodded:

"And don't expose yourself."

He asked me to go to the Emerald City and told me the ultimate goal, but he didn't tell me the secret plan and details, just let me adapt to the situation and follow the trend?

That...

"Then lend me Yodel."

"Such a big thing, I will use his place," Thales looked at the eyes behind the king's helmet, calmly said, "Anyway, Edda has returned~ IndoMTL.com~ She can protect you."

Yordel.

King Kessel was silent for a few seconds, shaking his head and chuckles.

"This is only the first time, my child, it is the first time we test the waters after the establishment of our covenant, and I have not yet seen its results."

Tyles clenched his teeth.

"Cooperation requires trust, and trust requires striving for."

King Kessel simply rejected him and turned away without hesitation.

From gait to posture, in an instant, he completed the transition from king to guard.

The person closest to you, I'm afraid I won't recognize it.

Tyles stroked his chaotic thoughts and subconsciously called Kessel:

"That's it? Nothing else?"

The king's pace paused.

"Let me think about it, oh yes."

Kaiser turned around, his face hidden behind the helmet:

"Remember, when you get along with that girl, remember to show your gentleness, politeness, respect, sincerity, and thoughtfulness like a real man."

The next second, the temperature of the king’s words dropped sharply:

"To comfort her..."

"The pain of bereaved brother."

King Kessel pushed open the door and walked into the corridor.

Leave only Thales, staring blankly at the disappearance of his back.

Malles came in through the door, turning a blind eye to the strange guard who had just walked out of the room.

"Your Highness, if you are unwell," the watchman said calmly: "We can end the banquet early."

Thyls came back to his senses.

He touched the front pocket and glanced at the girl in the drawing.

"No, no," the prince said calmly, but there seemed to be sadness between his brows, "No, it's just the beginning."

It was late into the night, and Sonya’s hearty laugh came out of the corridor again, mixing with the endless meows inside and outside the castle.

The former is satisfied.

The latter is weird and clear.