Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 1: Quiet Prince

The sun is shining brightly.

At the southern gate of Longxiao City, a group of knights came to their destination.

When the thin man stepped into this famous northern city again and looked at the hustle and bustle at the gate, there was only endless emotion in his heart.

Even after the disaster, Longxiao City still looked majestic, majestic, rugged and shocking, and even the quarrels of passers-by were full of sonorous voices.

Those days...

But he still forcibly suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart and withdrew his eyes from the towering Nicaru statue.

He still has things to do.

The skinny man lowered his head and raised his reins.

The thin man faintly said to the dozen knights behind him: "Get ready, we have a long **** to climb."

The knights seemed to be accustomed to his indifferent tone, and didn't say a word, just silently followed.

This is a low-key team. There are no flags, decorations, and badges that indicate identity, only the luggage and debris on the horses, and the hurrying color on everyone's face.

It was obvious that it was the first time for several people inside to come to Longxiao City and looked around in surprise.

"This is Longxiao City?" A young entourage asked in confusion: "Didn't it mean that it was almost destroyed by disaster? Why is it so complete?"

"It was rumors that ruined Longxiao City, not a disaster," the thin man replied easily, "wash your brain well, Mark."

A few minutes later, a Northland nobleman full of military aura came up to greet them with a few cavalry. After a brief meeting, he directly led them away from the queue into the city and entered the city.

They walked through the open space in front of the city gate and began to go uphill.

"It was the General Defense Officer who came to greet us personally. I was really flattered," the thin man greeted lightly: "Viscount Reston."

"Unfortunately, the Grand Duke is in the Hall of Heroes. Today is her political day, and the Regency of Resban is also in it." The Northland nobleman named Reston looked very capable and bold. With a few gestures from him, the patrol began to operate in an orderly manner.

I saw him nodding slightly at the thin man immediately:

"Your Excellency Puti Leniman from afar from the Star Kingdom."

Lord Putila nodded in response.

The Viscount of Reston, an old subordinate trusted by the Earl of Lisban, remained as the defense officer of Longxiao City even after the Grand Duchess succeeded to the throne. He looked at the group of dusty stars and nodded gently: "But I think, You must want to see that prince first."

The entourages of Xingchen looked at each other a few times, with anticipation and curiosity in their eyes.

The prince.

The legendary second prince.

"Exactly," Putila's thin face beamed with a smile on the lively Northland street: "Please take us directly to the Garden of Blood."

Reston raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Garden of Blood...

"Of course, the Blood Garden, the most remote and run-down corner of the Palace of Valor, is home to a special guest," Reston sighed slightly: "Please follow me."

The Lord Viscount frowned and waved his hand. A messenger set off immediately. After ten seconds, a team of patrols in front of them immediately changed their direction and opened their way in the direction of the Palace of Valor.

"You are a sensible person. I admire the former receptionist who is not like you." Putila nodded approvingly and took out his pipe.

The Viscount of Reston hummed and rode side by side with Putila.

"Former reception officer?"

Reston curled up his mouth: "I heard that after he secretly prevented the mission from contacting the prince, he was found to be in close contact with a black sand-collared earl."

"That's why I just came up on my own this year," Reston coughed, with a ill-faced face: "After he was coughed and replaced."

Putila took a cigarette and immediately watched the smoke ring change, and said with emotion: "Thank you for understanding our anxiety."

"I am happy to help," Resden nodded thoughtfully: "After all, this is Longxiao City, not Black Sand City."

Putilai narrowed his eyes and said: "King Chaman will still send a special envoy to ‘consolute’?"

Speaking of raising the king, the Viscount of Reston showed disgust and disdain: "Three times a year, never late."

"If possible, he probably even wanted to buy the letter crows flying over Longxiao City to monitor our every move," Reston glanced at the Palace of Valor on the side of the mountains: "Especially that The whereabouts of the two."

Putila spit out a smoke ring: "But I heard that your king has been in big trouble recently?"

"Isn't it?" Reston hummed softly, seemingly pleased: "From the beginning of the coronation, Chaman Rumba's troubles have never stopped."

Hearing that name, the entourages of the stars clenched and hurriedly raised their ears to pay attention to the new king who had not reigned in Exter for a long time.

"Half a month ago, the four great princes from the North and the West initiated a boycott against the king’s persecution of the nobles in the consulate. They called for the co-governance oath to support those who were deprived of their titles by resisting taxes. The black sands led the old nobles and called on others to join them in opposing the king’s atrocities. I heard that the momentum was huge."

The Viscount of Reston cocked his mouth.

Of course.

Why not save a sum of money with confidence and see the embarrassment of the king's burnt head?

"I suspect that Longxiao City will soon receive an invitation to sign their joint condemnation letter," Reston let out a soft breath: "You know, the reputation of'Kind Killer' was enough. It smells bad."

"Chaman, the kinslayer," Putila whistled, "It's really mean to call his king like that."

"I heard that it was the'long hair' Ronnie of Qiyuan City who first called it this way," the defender smiled happily. "You know the nickname of the worst king in Exter history, that's it. Even Jacob I, who married his aunt as queen, is just called the "corrupt"."

Putila chuckled, noncommittal.

Poor reputation...

Doesn't it mean that the method is bad.

"I heard that Xingchen is not stable in China?"

"I heard that the Southwestern plague, which was finally quelled, shows signs of recurrence," the Viscount Reston changed the subject naturally. "And King Kessel has sent three waves of standing troops to the blade leader?"

Putilai slightly narrowed his eyes: "The old wound is too deep, and it is not so easy to heal."

"Just like you."

Reston and Putila looked at each other, and the two of Long and Xingchen nodded thoughtfully.

A group of people walked through the lively Dragon Wing Plaza, through the cluttered bow area, past the axe area and spear area where the upper class people stayed, and went straight to the upper city zone of Longxiao City.

Finally, the first city gate separating the axe area and the Palace of Valor, appeared in front of this team.

Putilla looked at the towering city gate and sighed again.

The Viscount of Reston solemnly negotiated with the patrol guarding the city gate for a few minutes before the stars were released into the city gate.

Immediately, many soldiers of the patrol came forward with ill-faced faces and checked them from body searches to luggage, which made many stars feel uncomfortable.

"Be safe and not restless, this is a necessary procedure. There are gifts for the grandfather in that box, please handle it carefully."

Putilai habitually raised his hands flat and waited for a body search, while comforting the unhappy stars, asked them to endure the murderous and rudeness of the northerners, and then said to the waiting Reston: "It looks like , Your security protection has improved a lot."

Reston's face tightened.

"Three passwords have been added, and a lot of guards have been built in front of them. Even the emergency warrants issued by the granddaughter herself, there are corresponding insurance measures. We even started to try to recruit rare soldiers from the North. It’s said that the power of the prince came from the suggestion of the prince," Reston's tone became very stiff, as if suppressing something: "The city gate is always a strong wall separating danger."

"The story of a well-known high-ranking military officer and a soldier's rape, who deceived the city gate in partnership, will not be repeated."

Putila sighed in response.

Finally, after a tedious search, Xingchen's group passed the city gate and came to the open space in front of the Palace of Valor.

Putila looked at the eight large furnaces that were both familiar and unfamiliar in front of the palace gate in a complicated mood. He sighed when he thought of the little figure walking alone into the palace gate.

A line of court guards looked at them with a bad look during the patrol.

They got off their horses and let the guards take the mount away.

"The Garden of Blood is here, please come with me." The Viscount of Reston led them away from the magnificent gate of the Valiant Palace and into a remote corridor.

The road under them became narrower and narrower, even overgrown with weeds, but the number of guards on the road gradually increased.

"How is he?" Putila looked at the guards who were passing by, feeling mixed.

The attention of people in the stars is attracted by this question.

Reston frowned.

How are you doing?

This question...

"Everyone has a different evaluation of him," Your Honored Defense Officer carefully chose the words: "But I want to say..."

"The prince is very quiet."

The men and horses of the stars nod to each other: This is in line with their judgment of the prince's youth.

Only Putila was surprised: "How to say?"

That guy...

Putillah remembered the image of the little grown-up who talked and made people speechless from time to time.

Quiet?

He found it incredible.

"Most of the time, he sits quietly and reads a book by himself, sometimes talking to himself or even recitation in a low voice, it can be said that he forgets to sleep and eat, and the position is different every time, from the corner of the courtyard to the cliff in the sky. Worried about his guards..."

"He goes out of the palace to play chess in the spear area every month. He likes to stay in the box and play chess with himself. He sits for several hours, until his entourage reminds him: The Grand Duke’s guard team needs to eat... …"

"He doesn’t care much about the disputes in Longxiao City. Whether it’s the palace banquet or hunting, he refuses to do so, even if the nobles’ eyes are on him. On the contrary, he is very familiar with the servants in the palace. I like to smile, and even say hello when I see a letter crow."

"There are many teachers who have taught him and the Grand Duke, and half of them have not been able to hold on for two months. They said that they could not agree with the style of the prince. The Earl of Lisbane has a headache..."

"Ah," Putila shook his head with a smile, "I'm here to solve this problem."

The Viscount Reston has a strange face:

"But he has a very good relationship with the Grand Duke. The two people often stay in the library from morning to afternoon. This has made him a lot of enemies among the nobles in Longxiao City," Speaking of which, Reston He lowered his voice and said: "Earl Lisbane is very dissatisfied with him for this."

Not only that.

It also attracted a lot of dissatisfaction and protests for the Grand Duke.

Reston said silently.

Putila knew it well and nodded gently.

After passing through countless porches and heavy guards, they finally came to a dilapidated and old three-story building with almost no entrance hall. There were still many palace guards standing there, with vigilant and fierce eyes. Glanced at them.

"It's like going to jail...you know, the guards are everywhere..." a star attendant whispered to his companion.

A guy who was obviously the leader walked out of the palace guard. He was tall, with sharp eyes, and a long sword at his waist.

The Viscount of Reston greeted the captain of the guard.

"Lord Justin," the Viscount nodded politely, reached out to the stars behind him, and introduced: "This is..."

Lord Justin, the former deputy commander of the Blade Guard, who used to guard the court under the attack of the black sand collar, nodded with a flat expression, and his eyes circled around the guest:

"Putileneman, I recognize him."

Putila smiled: "It's nice to meet you, I think..."

But Lord Justin obviously doesn't like talking too much, he still has no expression on his face, and interrupted Putila into the subject: "I know what you are here."

"He is in the back court, come with me."

Putila smiled slightly, thanking him for his understanding.

"I'll be waiting for you here," Reston stood with his hands back and nodded with a pursed lips: "The Grand Duke's hearing will take a while."

With anticipation, the entourages of the stars looked at each other and followed Putila through the first floor of the small building to the backyard.

Even under the shining of the sun, this canopy of the backyard still looks gloomy and dilapidated. It seems that no one has lived in a long time: the floor tiles are uneven, the roots are covered with broken stones, the pale trunks and The cracked courtyard walls are almost connected together, the walls are desolate, and shadows are everywhere, rendering a trace of ominous atmosphere in the air, making people feel melancholy at first sight.

A dozen soldiers who looked like a starman stood in the shabby courtyard, guarding the entrance and exit.

A young star in his twenties saw them from a distance, his eyes lit up, and he hurried to greet them.

"Oh, this is really a surprise," the young man was tall and straight, with an ordinary face, but had a pair of sharp eyes: "His Royal Highness said...I thought you would be there in a week."

When the young man came to Putilai, the entourage of Xingchen couldn't help noticing: An unsheathed long sword was buckled at his waist, which was bladed on one side.

"It's nice to meet you," Putila spit out a cigarette ring without hesitation, and raised his eyebrows: "Waya Casso Attendant."

Hearing this surname, the guests from the stars cast strange glances at Huaiya.

It turned out to be the "Cunning Fox"...

But the prince attendant didn't seem to like this gaze, he turned sideways to let the scene behind him.

The guests were attracted at first sight by the strange man leaning on the wall with his arms folded: He has short, pale hair and covered the area from the throat to the nose with a silver mask, only showing With the tattooed upper half of his face, he looked at the people with a cold and alert look, as if they were intruders.

It makes people quite uncomfortable.

He is probably not very friendly. Many people think so.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled noise.

The gaze of the visitors from the stars immediately shifted to the two people practicing swordsmanship in the source field of the sound.

The striking thing is that seven or eight-year-old boy.

I saw him holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, sweating profusely, but his face gritted his teeth firmly.

He resisted the attack of the guard in front of him time and time again.

"The arms should be raised, pay attention to the ups and downs of my shoulders, predict the next attack, and defend in time..." The guards who practiced with him were not tall, and they lowered their postures to take care of them. Depending on the boy's movements and height, the wooden sword knocked on his joints from time to time, forcing the boy to retreat.

"Boom!"

There was another muffled noise, and the boy fell to the ground in embarrassment.

He bit his lower lip, wiped off the sweat from his head, rubbed his sore knee, and looked at the guard with dissatisfaction: "Does it have to be like this?"

"Stand up!" The guard shook his head, with a serious and unacceptable tone: "Hold up your sword!"

Waiya frowned and looked at the seven or eight-year-old boy, as if he couldn't bear it, but in the end he stopped talking.

Putilai beside him narrowed his eyes and stared at the training in the field.

The people of the stars craned their necks one after another, looking at the little boy on the ground who was gritted his teeth but with a tough expression.

That is...

The only prince of the stars?

The one who is in the hostile country and uses his life to maintain peace between the two countries...

But...

The visitors looked at the boy who was knocked down by a sword, and their hearts were gloomy.

The little prince looked at his hands and legs, sighed heavily, and got up listlessly: "But this is too exaggerated..."

"If you still want to inherit your father's position and take over his important duties, isn't it necessary?" The guard's words came sternly from behind the helmet, and it sounded scary. People watching the battle also shook their heads. : "A sharp blade may be able to tear apart flesh and blood, but if you hold it in an unstable pair of hands, you won't even be able to cut the weakest reed!"

The prince who is still a weak boy can only take a deep breath, holding back the emotions, he refocused and raised his sword and shield.

Many bystanders showed unbearable expressions, and many of them glanced at the new Putila with weird faces.

The duel practice started again.

"You know the essentials of this set of swordsmanship." Despite the sternness of the instructor-like guard, he still dutifully taught the boy and guided his actions: "Steps should be steady, but not too tight, and control your center of gravity. , This is especially important when switching offense and defense......"

However.

"Boom!"

The third time, the strong but weak boy fell to the ground severely, and the wooden sword fell.

Nothing to fight back.

Behind Putilai, the entourage of the stars looked at each other disappointedly, and withdrew their gazes from the boy.

Obviously, His Royal Highness is not good at martial arts talent, or even knows nothing about the situation...

It becomes a little complicated to make them full of expectations.

If this is the future of the Star Kingdom...

"Enough is enough," Wya watching from the side couldn't bear it anymore. The prince attendant held his arms and said dissatisfied to the boy's instructor: "He is only eight years old!"

Rolfe, who was leaning against the wall, blew a whistle and made a gesture that no one else could understand.

The little prince on the ground took a deep breath, squeezed his hands, and slammed a punch on the ground, but he still looked at his instructor reluctantly.

"Eight years old?"

The guard snorted and looked down at the boy.

"When I was his age, the enemy I faced was far less merciful. I will give you a second no, it is the twelfth chance to stand up!"

The little prince who stood up paled.

"You don't need to tell me you know how special your identity is."

The guard's words were merciless, making the special boy a little ashamed and ashamed.

But the boy is still not convinced: "But I am smarter than them..."

"It's not a question of smart or not!"

The voice of the guard became more severe:

"Every one of your opponents is much older, much more powerful, and much more experienced than you! Without a strong will and a strong body, how would you set foot on the highest position in the future? To control a whole..."

Just now.

"Your Highness!"

A very high shout, resounding through the audience, even attracted the attention of the palace guards in the distance.

There is silence in the field.

I saw Putila step forward and patted Wiya on the shoulder, motioning him to step back.

The guests of the stars all looked at the leader of their trip, expecting him to bring some changes to the seemingly weak prince.

After all, that is the future of the Star Kingdom...

The seven or eight-year-old boy only noticed Putila's arrival, and he scratched his head embarrassedly.

The onlookers looked strange when they saw this scene.

The skinny lord stared sharply at the court.

One second later, he sighed softly.

"His Royal Highness, stop making trouble," Putila put away his serious expression, with meaningful eyes, and said helplessly: "Be mature."

"You should grow up."

The boy blinked and looked around with an anxious heart, seeming a little scared.

In a few seconds.

The guard in front of the "Prince" moved slightly and dropped the wooden sword in his hand.

He straightened up and turned his head.

The guard pulled his shoulders, and took off his arm protection and gloves amid the crackling of the joints: "Ah, you are really the same, with a bad sense of humor."

The vague voice came from behind the helmet, like a drake's voice.

The people around, whether it was Rolf or Wya, looked at the "guard" helplessly.

Putila rubbed his forehead, only feeling that his head was as big as a bucket.

The new entourage of the stars looked at each other in amazement, but couldn't react for a while.

I saw the stern "guard" take off his helmet, revealing a handsome face of thirteen or fourteen.

The boy under the helmet shook his sweaty face, stepped forward, threw the helmet to Rolf, and smiled heartily at Putila, who was half a head taller.

Under everyone's gaze, the true second prince of the Star Kingdom, the young star of Thales, like an ordinary Northland man, happily put a punch on Putila's shoulder.

"Long time no see, Putila."

Putila, who was knocked back a step, shook his head helplessly: "Thank you they said you are'quiet'."

Really a "quiet prince".

Tels laughed, patted Putila on the shoulder, and showed a fresh and relaxed smile at the people behind him, which made people feel close.

"Dear friends from hometown," the prince happily beat his chest, and said loudly in the muffled chest: "Welcome to the Northland!"

Under the stunned expressions of the entourages, Putila grinds his teeth with a headache, and said, "What's the matter with that boy?"

Tyles patted his head and turned around.

"Joseph, I met an old friend," His Royal Highness squatted down to the boy in a stern posture, and said gently to the boy: "That's it for today. You can go back. Your father is probably waiting in a hurry."

"Don't be nervous, my teacher told me: To learn this set of swordsmanship, you must first learn to be beaten."

The little boy exhaled amnesty, rolled his eyes and removed the protective gear: "I thought it would be over for today."

Tels laughed.

The young prince turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Putilai, whose face was about to turn black to charcoal. "This is Joseph, the son of the chef. His dream is to take over his father's position and become the chef of the Palace of Valor, in charge of The whole back chef... His identity allowed him to be an apprentice chef at the age of eight, but you know, the back chef in the Palace of Valor is fiercely competitive, and his worst part is cutting meat, so he needs special training in using knives. ……"

"Alright, alright..." Putila sighed helplessly and flicked the embers from the pipe: "It's nice to see you become more cheerful in six years~ IndoMTL. com~Your Royal Highness Thales."

Instead of the dead boy with a serious face in the past.

Tyles' expression stopped for a second.

He stood up and reduced his smile.

As the prince's expression changed, the atmosphere of the guards and entourage also cooled.

"No," he said lightly: "Not six years."

Putila replied with a puzzled look.

"I remember very clearly," the prince raised his head and said with a slight emotion: "Today is June 14, 679."

Tyles looked at the sun in the sky, and sighed with complicated eyes:

"It is six years and one hundred and sixty-seven days."

"I'm almost fourteen years old."