Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 11: A familiar visitor

Tyles bit his teeth hard and controlled his body movements.

Calm down!

Calm down, Thales!

This is not a battle of life and death!

"Boom!"

In the next second, Nicolai cleverly let go of Thales' shield and hit his weapon with a sword!

Thyls only felt that the long sword in his hand was shaking, and he immediately let go.

"Dang Cang!"

Tyles' longsword fell.

He sighed, facing Nicolai's epee on his shoulder, surrendering.

The battle is over.

"You really like to lose your mind," the meteorite retracted the epee, sneered at him: "Just like the past, I really enjoy being stunned in battle?"

Thyls smiled helplessly, without refuting it.

Only he knew that just now, "that" came again.

A year ago, Thales also encountered a similar situation in training.

A sparring northern warrior used a fighting axe to split his shield and the fragments hit the prince's jaw and neck.

At that moment, when the neck artery was threatened, the crime of the prison river burst out like a frightened hedgehog!

Let Thales, who was originally dizzy, agitated.

He instinctively knew how to fight back: he quickly threw down the sword, turned around and progressed, squeezed into the enemy's side at the moment the ax blade scraped his cheeks, fought against the danger of being hit by the ax blade, and punched him. Throat of the enemy!

At that moment, Thales was like a wild beast, with only one thought in his heart: fighting.

With the blessing of Hell River Sin, he may be able to severely damage the cartilage of the opponent's throat with one punch.

Then he was cut into the side of the rib by the opponent's axe.

If Thales didn't wake up halfway, stop and give up the attack.

Finally, the warrior couldn't help but apologized for scratching the prince's arm. Everyone thought it was a mistake in training.

But at the time, only the terrified Thales knew: It was not the other party's failure.

It was his own, a thrilling counterattack that did not go to the end.

At that moment, Thales, who was lingering in his heart, deeply understood the nature of Hell River's crime for the first time, and initially understood the words of Black Sword: Don't use it as a tool, but as a companion for dialogue.

Since then, Nicolai has decided to personally serve as Thales's sparring partner—compared to other people, the extreme person can control the rhythm and intensity of the battle more perfectly, and avoid unnecessary damage.

Since then, Thales has been consciously wary of similar situations so as not to cause serious mistakes.

Time goes back to the present: Thales, who is agitated, strokes his heart, only feeling the blood turbulence, it is difficult to calm down.

Just now, the moment Nicolai’s sword wind swept over his forehead, the crime of the prison river was also restless like a beast that had been invaded by the territory: it crazily filled his leg muscles, and it was extremely fast. It rushed to his brain, paralyzing his sense of fear, as if urging him desperately: throw off the shield and step on!

With the agility that was released in that moment, he turned to face the enemy's sword.

Adventure to fight back!

As long as you fight back...

You can...

Tyles pressed his forehead and sighed.

But he can't do this.

The thoughts at that time, the way of fighting...

It's too exaggerated.

It's a loss for both sides.

Black Sword seems to have never said that this kind of enduring power that never improves, when the so-called Hell River Crime is launched, is there such "wildness"?

Thyls shook his head and looked away, trying to throw away the thoughts in his head.

"Hey!"

The voice of dissatisfaction from the meteorite came again.

"You better concentrate," Nicolet scolded coldly:

"Stop looking at her."

The eyes of the meteorite are particularly gloomy.

Thyls was surprised, and then he realized: Unconsciously, he has turned his attention to another pair of people doing outdoor exercises.

Not far from them, Selma Walton, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, was wearing a light hunting outfit. Under the guidance of Lord Justin, she learned to use a dagger to defend herself. Her cheeks oozes sweat from exercise. , Redness slightly.

Thyls sighed: He knew that Nicolai had misunderstood the reason for his distraction.

But...

Tyles remembered the penultimate paragraph in Gilbert's letter:

[...In addition, although I am very pleased with your political efforts to strengthen diplomatic relations between the two countries, I would like to remind you here: In your interactions with that Ms. Walton, please consider political and personal The feelings are clearly separated. If this can deepen the friendship of the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, the hand-polished glasses in the Master Punk workshop are still affordable even if they are expensive, but if this friendship rises a step further, it is worth discussing: the friendship is Beautiful, but love is terrible...]

Damn Gilbert...

Isn’t he far away in the stars? Hearing some inexplicable rumors...

However, Thales thought of what Putila said yesterday, and felt a little dull in his heart.

[The poor girl...]

【I am getting married. 】

Thyls slowly leaned down and picked up the sword from the ground.

"Why?"

Nicolai squinted slightly: "What?"

"Six years ago, when King Nunn passed away, why would you still be loyal to..." Thales shook the sword in his hand, remembering that fate-changing night, and solemnly said, "She is obviously not... …You know what I mean."

The identity of Selma...

The marriage of Selma...

The vassals of Longxiao City...

My identity...

After thinking about what happened yesterday, Thales felt strange inexplicably.

Nicolai's face changed.

"Be careful with your words, little prince."

The cold tone of the meteorite began to seep into a faint hostility: "Especially in a city full of hostility to you."

"Thanks for the reminder."

Thyls shrugged indifferently and raised his sword again: "So, King Nunn is also considered a success. Now the Walton family still rules Dragon City, and you and Lispan surround the Grand Duke. "

"But Selma is an under-prestigious female grandfather... Will the local vassals even force him to marry in unison to give birth to a local Walton heir?" The prince gritted his teeth: "This Is it really you, Lisban, what King Nunn wanted?"

The next moment, Nicolai suddenly took out his sword!

Thyls, who had been prepared for a long time, took a step back calmly, ready to use a shield to remove it—Huh?

This time, Nicolai's epee deflected strangely before hitting the shield!

It seems that there was no effort before.

"Boom!"

Sweeping Thales's left knee with a powerful sword back!

Thyls, who lost his balance, staggered, feeling that he was about to fall to the ground, and was shocked.

The crimes of the prison river surge up!

Unexpectedly, long before the crime of the prison river came into play, the ruthless Nicolai decisively put aside the castaway epee, punched him in the ribs!

The pain hits.

The numbness followed.

"Dang Cang!"

Tyles' shield and long sword both landed.

"Plop!"

His body also fell to the ground.

Wai Ya and others who watched the battle exclaimed.

Tails, clutching his abdomen, lay down on the ground in cold sweat, his face twisted and curled up.

Before the crime of Hell River could be reflected, he completely failed.

In an instant, he lost all his resistance.

At that moment, Thales' luck, along with his pride, disappeared.

The little self-comfort of "I just suppressed the crime of Hell River" was shattered by Nicolai's merciless attack.

"That's it for today," the meteorite hummed unceremoniously with a terrifying expression: "Your actions are still a complete mess."

"There is simply no student more stupid than you."

"Also, what about the grandpa has nothing to do with you."

Nicolai dropped his last words and turned away coldly.

Wiya and Rolf hurriedly followed and lifted up Thales, who was sweating and his lips were blue.

"The last time, he used the power of ending, right?"

That guy... on purpose!

Tyles rubbed his painful ribs and said with difficulty: "That's cheating, right?"

"Bullying me has no end power?"

Wiya and Rolf looked at each other.

"Wait until I have the power to end..."

Wiya sighed softly:

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, the military swordsmanship used in the Northland is still somewhat...old. Generally speaking, if you cannot awaken the corresponding power of ending before the age of eighteen..."

"What's more... Even if you awakened the power of ending, facing the existence of the meteorite, most of it..."

Unlucky Thales had to sigh.

After the outdoor training was over, Thales approached Selma in two steps.

Looking at this blushing girl who had just finished training, the prince once again ignored the dissatisfied gazes of the Jinx maid and the two maids, and leaned to her ear.

"Selma, listen," Thales said seriously and solemnly: "In the afternoon, we need to talk."

"It's in the library."

Selma, who was tidying up her clothes, frowned, lowered her head habitually, and whispered:

"What are you talking about?"

"About us...ahem, in fact, it's about your marriage, I always feel that there is..."

Selma's face became difficult to look instantly, and the pincers on her face trembled slightly.

The girl pouted and looked at Thales with dissatisfaction.

"Is there anything to say, this has nothing to do with you..."

At this moment, a low, gentle, but bold voice came from behind.

"Madam! Your Excellency!"

The tone of Lisban’s regent was so solemn that even if it was ten steps away, Thales could feel that it was not bad: "Sorry to bother you."

Accompanied by his entourage, the regent of Lisban, with gray hair and steady footsteps, came slowly, with a serious face.

The old regent stopped steadily in front of them.

The Lord Earl first glanced at Thales next to the Grand Duchess with a scrutiny gaze, and the profound meaning in his eyes made the prince feel cold.

Resban retracted his gaze, bowed respectfully to Selma, and then gently nodded to the female officer Jinx: "Please change your clothes immediately. A formal dress is needed."

Selma frowned slightly: "Now?"

Risban nodded: "We have very important guests and need to meet them right away."

Tyles' heart sank: He subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Selma took a deep breath~IndoMTL.com~According to the habit of six years, she also respectfully responded: "Of course."

Tyles closed his mouth, a little annoyed: It seems that he can only wait for the afternoon...

But his thoughts were interrupted.

"Please change your clothes immediately, Prince Thales." The regent of Lisbane's eyes fell on him again.

Tyles almost missed a beat in his heartbeat.

"What?" The prince opened his eyes in surprise: "I want to go too?"

This time, the gaze of the Regent of Lisban seemed to be softer, no longer the polite but indifferent look of the past.

But worrying reminders and warnings.

"The guests this time, they specifically named them and want to see you." Lisban said lightly.

"Who?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Risban's face remained unchanged, but clenched his hands: "I believe you are no stranger to them."

Just listen to the earl speaking word by word:

"The second assistant consultant of the Royal Council, and the chief of the goose of His Majesty Charman-Viscount Elhasa Cambeda of Mountain City."

"The king's guard and service officer, the deputy commander of the White Blade Guard-Lady Kroaishi Melk."

"This morning, both have come to Longxiao City."

At that moment, Selma and Thales were moved.

Listening to the earl's words, including Nicolai, who was wiping his hands in the distance, and Rolf and Wiya, who were chatting against the wall, were all taken aback.

"They brought greetings and concerns from His Majesty Chaman," Lisbane's words were full of chill and alert: "And important information."

"To convey to you."

At that moment, Thales, who couldn't hide his color, turned his head subconsciously, looked at Putila beside him, and wanted to ask him for advice.

However, the skinny Lord still smoked his pipe leisurely, his expression unchanged.

It seems no surprise.

(End of this chapter)