Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 11: Behind the scenes (below)

"How does it end?"

In the carriage, Rumba lowered his head, fiddled with his saber absently, with a subtle expression, but did not answer. "Le" Wen "Small "Speaking|

"King Nunn has died, but Dragon City is still strong, and there are four very heavy princes in the Palace of Valor. I don’t think they are all fools,” Thales observed the grand prince’s expression and said cautiously. : "And the prince of stars assassinated the king of co-existence-this result is certainly not satisfactory to everyone, especially in the case of the sudden appearance of the army of the black sand collar."

Thyls stared at Rumba's face and whispered softly: "How are you going to explain it to them? Or just didn't explain, kill everything?"

Rumba didn't say a word, with a wooden expression.

Thyls squeezed his fist slightly.

The carriage is still moving, I don't know how far it is from the Palace of Valor.

I don't know how far it is from the end of my life.

No way.

A strong medicine is needed.

"If there is no accident, once the news of Nunn's death spreads, the election meeting will be held soon," Thales took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Do you think you have a chance?"

Sure enough, Rumba moved his gaze and looked at him.

Tyles suppressed the tension in his heart and responded to him with the calmest expression.

"Not to mention that you were originally Nunn's enemy, and you have a terrible reputation for killing brothers," Thales said every word: "The princes will not make you a king."

Rumba's eyes condensed on his sword.

"The King?" The Grand Duke raised his voice and said the word in a questioning tone, then he hummed softly, and then repeated it ironically:

"The King!"

"You were born in the Canopy Star Royal Family and belong to the emperor's descendants. The entire Star Kingdom is a natural, orthodox, and legal ruling family," Lombard said quietly: "Of course there is no such concern, right?"

There was a movement in Thales's heart. At that moment, he seemed to have caught something.

"Worries?" he asked naturally.

Rumba ignored him, and his sharp eyes remained on his old saber: "Since Nunn’s grandfather, they have regarded the black sand collar as a thorn in the eye. At that time, Walton had already begun to fight against the dragon. The monopoly of the throne."

Xiao Huatou blinked.

"At Nunn's father, the Walton family began to try to control the black sand collar," Rumba continued, his gaze a little surprised:

"For example, summoning the young son of Duke Heisha into the White Blade Guard, or marrying his daughter, the noble Princess Exter, to his father, the heir of Duke Heisha, in the name of the king."

Thyls frowned slightly.

He seems to have heard similar stories in the duel between King Nunn and Paffett.

"My parents are married like this," Rumba sighed, and then a rare smile appeared on Duke Heisha's face: "Unexpectedly, this marriage based purely on the will of the king was not bad— —I heard from the old servants that my mother tried every means to make his father fall in love with her, and gave birth to two sons and three daughters for him. This kind of love lasted until his father became an archduke."

The carriage drove into a narrow alley. It seemed to be taking a short cut or taking a long way?

Rumba’s words continue:

"In this way, my father alone resisted the erosion of Longxiao City, even if this erosion originated from his most beloved woman-family and power, he has been wandering on such a scale all his life."

Tyles and Xiao Slick listened quietly.

Such Duke of Black Sand is rare.

"From a very young age, Harold and I were taken by my mother between Longxiao City and Black Sand Collar," Grand Duke Rumba exhaled, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Until we Adults, until Harold began to take over the governance of the black sand collar."

"Harold?" Thales moved in his heart, the name seemed a bit strange: "He is..."

Lombard paused.

"Harold Rumba, my eldest brother," the Grand Duke's eyes flashed gloomy and sarcasm: "A ridiculous fool."

"There is no one more stupid than him in the world."

He said quietly.

Little Slick seemed to think of something, she looked at Rumba's face pale.

In Rumba's tone, Thales felt a different emotion.

"You don't have a brother, do you," Rumba's eyes remained on the sword, and a few seconds later, he said lonely:

"Really lucky."

Thyls raised his eyebrows: He thought of the two small stone urns in Canxing's tomb, his titular sister and brother.

Lydia and Luther Star.

Rumba gently pulled out his saber.

The Grand Duke's expression was complicated, and his fingers flicked across the sharp blade.

"Until twelve years ago," Rumba raised his head slightly and looked at Thales, his tone turning cold:

"Everything has changed."

His actions made the prince feel cold.

Wait.

Thyls' brain started to work.

Twelve years ago... Twelve years ago?

That means...

"Unprecedented civil strife broke out in the Star Kingdom, and chaos," Rumba's voice sounded in the carriage, narrating the history that Thales was so familiar with: "Since the Fourth Continental War, Exeter has been waiting for a hundred years. A rare opportunity: Let the Northland reunite, and then completely wipe out the threat from Broken Dragon Fortress."

Thyls stared at the sword in Rumba's hand blankly.

"Nun was ready to send troops to the south. He contacted almost every prince. In response, Harold, as the heir of the Black Sands, was sent to participate in the meeting of the leaders of Dragon City," Rumba slowed Slowly inhaled a cold breath, and continued:

"An accident happened."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"A entourage in Harold's team suddenly violent and assassinated Nunn's eldest son," Rumba's rough voice was low and majestic, as if there was a hidden power, just listen to him coldly hum: "That self-righteous But cruel and easy to kill, he and his father were like the Prince Suril carved out of a mold, and he died in Harold’s team like this."

At that moment, Thales missed a beat in his heart.

The second prince digested Rumba's story motionlessly, while his hand was held firmly by the small slippery head, becoming tighter and tighter.

He has heard this story.

Just last night.

"The news reached the black sand collar," Rumba pressed his sword hilt with a cold face, "Father has even made a big fuss about Nunn and is ready to go to war with Longxiaocheng."

"Unexpectedly, Harold, who was supposed to be responsible for this, was not condemned at all, not even imprisonment or seizure."

"Nun softly comforted him, personally spoke to excuse him, and even continued to let him participate in the meeting, and sent him back to the black sand collar with courtesy," Rumba sneered, "Even if Nun lost The most important eldest son, Harold, did not suffer any difficulties either-his father felt something was wrong at that time."

Rumba looked at his saber, but his eyes began to lose focus, as if looking at something else: "I still remember the day Harold came back, he reported Nunn’s opinion at the dinner table and persuaded his father to support Long Xiaocheng, even in preparation for the war, must accept the king’s officials to station in."

"Father had a fierce quarrel with him."

"I had to stop in the middle so that they wouldn't draw their swords at each other," the Grand Duke slowly said:

"It was also that day when my father suddenly realized that Harold Rumba, his eldest son and heir with high hopes, just like his youngest brother Kaslan, had changed in the past thirty years. He became the most steadfast supporter and obediencer of the King of Longxiao City and Gongju."

Thyls frowned deeply: "Like Fengzhao City?"

Paffert's desperate face appeared before his eyes.

Rumba turned to him blankly.

Tyles felt tight.

"It's like Fengzhaocheng," he faintly affirmed Thales' words: "Father can't bear such a fact."

"Father feels that this will continue. When Harold inherits the Black Sand collar, then it is only a matter of time before we become vassals of the king." Rumba's face was chilly, "Even the seat of Black Sand. , And it will soon become a vassal affair of Longxiao City."

"Talking, threatening, cursing, teaching, and even asking me to persuade, my father tried all means to change Harold's thoughts."

"But all in vain."

Xiao Huatou drew back from Thales with a pale face.

I saw the terrible Grand Duke Heisha lowered his head, his face was rather gloomy: "Finally, my father made up his mind to take back Harold's inheritance rights."

"Things were messed up at that time," Rumba slowly shook his head: "Father mentioned this idea a little bit in front of the vassals, and he immediately encountered fierce opposition and advice."

"Not only that, since the day when my father insisted on depriving Harold of the inheritance rights, the harvest was reduced, financial difficulties, and trade routes blocked: the troubles in the black sand community have also increased strangely, which once happened in Fengzhao What happened in the city is now happening in the black sand collar."

Rumba sneered, with deep irony in his tone:

"When the entire black sand collar was boiling, my father was awakened. In the past thirty years, Longxiao City has not only penetrated the blood of the Rumba family, and Nunn has done more than just win Harold."

"Harold refused to give in, his father refused to compromise, and the situation in the territory was getting worse and worse: the forces supporting Harold, both inside and outside, were beyond his father’s scope, and he became increasingly desperate. More and more haggard," Rumba's tone became lower and lower, and the emotions in his words became paler: "The black sand collar is not the opponent of Longxiao City at all."

"Finally, on the day the king's messenger arrives again."

"The exhausted father, called me to his room."

Thyls only felt cold behind his back.

He couldn't help but think of Chaman Lombarna's famous, or wicked, or even notorious deeds.

Rumba raised his head and looked at the streets of Longxiao City outside the window: "I still remember my father's eyes, they are full of determination and gloom."

Thyls couldn't help grasping the little slippery head behind him.

"He talked to me for a long time, a long time." Grand Duke Heisha's eyes grew colder and his tone became calmer, "I held his thigh and wept, and begged him with all the words I could think of." /

"I even opened my sleeves to show him the wounds I left when I was hunting at the age of fourteen-Harold dragged me out of the mouth of a snow leopard."

Grand Duke's words are getting more and more plain.

But Thales' heart grew tighter.

Just listen to the grand prince of Lombard stupidly narrating: "'Child, we are Lombard, the blood of the rebel king,' said the father:'Our ethnic language is'never_yield', regardless of Externally, or internally.'"

"'Whether to the emperor or to the king.'"

The Grand Duke exhaled, the darkness in his eyes was extremely deep, and his tone was tough and decisive: "'We will never give in.'"

Thyls listened to Rumba in a daze.

Slicker's eyes widened.

Rumba snorted, he lowered his head and looked at the weapon in his hand: "Finally, he gave me this sword."

The old weapon with worn scabbard and worn hilt.

As if that was his most important treasure.

"A week later, I challenged Harold to a duel in public, and my father approved it."

Thyls held his breath, not even daring to take a breath.

"Mother knelt in front of the study and cried all night. Father sat in the study and the lights were on all night." Rumba slowly turned his saber, stroking the iron fist mark on the hilt: "Until mother After fainting, he was sent away by the servant."

There was silence in the carriage for a while.

For a while, there was only the sound of wheels rubbing the ground.

"This is..." Thales opened his mouth with difficulty, but Rumba interrupted him.

"On the day of the duel, Harold had at least three chances to kill my life, and it turned out his brother's life." The Grand Duke said calmly, but his voice was hollow and trembling:

"At least three times."

Rumba's hand stroking the hilt of the sword no longer moves.

His voice became illusory, as if speaking from far, far away.

"Finally, when I pierced his heart, I could see his face clearly," the Grand Duke said lightly: "He is laughing."

Rumba took a deep breath, and his expression was difficult to distinguish with his head down: "It was like the same smile on the day when I dragged me out of the snow leopard."

Thyls sighed.

This is simply...

"Harodra held my collar and said the last word in my ear," Rumba hummed softly, as if telling a story about someone else's after dinner: "'Remember, Chaman. '”

"'We will never yield.'"

Rumba chuckled indiscriminately.

Tyles raised his head and stared at his sword blankly.

It belongs to Grand Duke Heisha, the sword of killing brothers.

"The next day," Rumba's voice came from my ear:

"Mother jumped from the tallest lookout in the castle."

"On the third day, Nunn ordered me to go to Everstar City and declare war on the entire stars."

Thyls and Xiao Slick were motionless.

The silent sorrow filled the carriage.

This story of the Lombard family made him feel mixed.

"One month later, at Lyman Pass, when Kingdom Wrath took the last Yu Yong to break through to his father, his father did not evade, nor did he raise his sword, allowing Mu to twist his neck," Rumba With a low laugh, "I only suddenly realized later that my father was probably looking for death."

"Maybe under the prison river, he can be reunited with his mother and Harold."

Rumba stopped talking.

Tyles exhaled slowly.

"So, what you have done is to get revenge?" He frowned and asked in amazement: "Do you want Nunn to pay the price, or do you want Longxiao City to be destroyed?"

Rumba also sneered sarcastically. He slowly leaned back and exposed his face to the light again: "Hate? That ridiculous thing?"

"Don't compare me to the kind of coward like Puffett."

Thyls frowned.

"Then why did you tell me this story?" The prince asked suspiciously: "Don't tell me, you just want to find someone who is dying to talk to your heart."

Grand Duke Heisha's eyes slowly darkened.

Rumba looked at him condescendingly, and slowly shook his head. His voice was low and cold, and his words were chilling: "You are really special, kid, but your vision still stays at the level of those generals."

"As for what I really want, more than self-preservation, more revenge, more than the death of a king, more than the destruction of a territory," Rumba breathed in slowly, with a firm tone: "A little bit more."

Tyles stared at Rumba's face earnestly, quickly trying to figure out his thoughts.

"Of course," Rumba snorted softly: "You were born in the Canstar royal family and lived in the era after the "Xianjun". You will not understand this sorrow."

This is the end of the words of the Grand Duke. Rumba closed his sword and stopped talking.

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

Xianjun.

It's not the first time he has heard this name from a Northlander.

The last time I heard him, it was from King Nunn’s mouth, when Thales didn’t react.

This time, Thales remembered.

He touched his chest subconsciously.

Xianjun, Mindis·Canxing III.

One of the three kings of stars.

The king does not respect the bloodline, but the bloodline is honored by the king.

Why? Why did King Nunn and the Grand Duke of Lombard mention the Supreme King of the Stars more than a hundred years ago?

What did he do?

And what does Rumba want?

Thyls lowered his head deeply.

"I don't understand." Thales gasped sharply, trying to sort out all the confusing things: "I thought everything about last night was just for your own protection, and you had no choice but to counterattack. Playing fast..."

"If Heisha collar doesn't do this, then Longxiao City will..."

Rumba turned his eyes and looked at him intriguingly.

Tyles clenched his lower lip.

"Drawing in other forces like Shreis, mobilizing so many troops into the city, knocking them out under the eyes of the'dark room', and buying assassins to assassinate the king," the second prince raised his head and said anxiously : "Your plan is not strict at all."

"If it weren't for the coincidence of a catastrophe invasion that kept the king away from the protection of the Blade Guard, you would not even succeed..."

At this moment, Rumba snorted and interrupted Thales.

"Coincidence?"

Grand Duke Heisha's eyes sharpened again.

"In fact, in normal times, my plan, which is full of errors and omissions, will never have a chance at all," Rumba said calmly:

"The King Gongju, who was heavily surrounded by the Blade Guard, sits in the tallest palace in the city, sits in the impenetrable Longxiao City, holds the most abundant and powerful soldiers, and enjoys the most abundant and sophisticated supply weapons. With eyes and ears like the darkroom."

"Even if these two thousand people are both extreme fighters, it is impossible to kill him in this situation."

Thyls was slightly startled.

So...

"You are right. If there is no accident brought about by disaster, it will bring chaos in Longxiao City, bring about oversight of the city gate and city gate, bring about the king's ban on recruitment, bring about the mistakes of the Blade Guard, bring The emptiness of coming to the Palace of Heroes brings the martial law of the shield area," Rumba said softly:

"It is impossible for Naguang to accomplish this with my cooperation with Shreis, Ullard or other allies."

Tyles' eyes froze.

He heard another hint of Rumba.

Tyles' face slowly changed.

"You, what do you mean?" The second prince asked slowly and hard in his most cautious, smallest, and lightest tone.

No.

It's impossible.

Rumba sneered lightly.

"They didn't tell you anything, did they?"

Heisha's tone is like mocking an ignorant child: "Whether it is the coming of disaster or the assassination."

"Disaster? Assassination?"

Little Slick instinctively felt that the atmosphere in front of her was wrong.

Sure enough, the next moment, with incredible suspicion, Thales suddenly leaned forward and raised the volume instantly, almost asking with a roar:

"Who are'they'?"

"Who else is working with you?"

Rumba slowly shook his head, eyes full of contempt and sneer.

"Guess what," Grand Duke Heisha's voice was steady, as if it were an easy chat:

"What kind of allies and forces can conceal everything for me, open up the joints, make plans, and even create the almost impossible "coincidence" of disaster for me to support me in this feat?"

"What kind of existence is it that can set off such a storm in Longxiao City?"

Thyls was dumbfounded.

He didn't dare to think about the answer in his mind.

No way.

No.

At this moment, the carriage stopped.

Tyles came back to his senses and glanced outside the car.

"This is not the Palace of Heroes," the second prince was taken aback for a moment: "What are you going to do?"

Rumba breathed out slowly: "One of my collaborators wants you to survive."

Tyles' eyes widened.

"Let's take a look," Grand Duke Heisha opened the door and said coldly, "What price can you sell?"

————

Star Kingdom, Yongxing City, unknown underground.

The torch has gradually gone out.

The first ray of sunlight passed freely through the iron windows smaller than a palm, and cast a "#"-shaped shadow on the ground.

At this moment, a rough voice came from the closed cell:

"Sunrise."

Outside the cell, the sturdy figure sitting on the chair slowed down, then slowly raised his head.

"Yes," the sturdy figure wearing the crown said lightly: "Sunrise."

"I guess you are not the kind of person who can sit with the traitor across the cell door for half the night," the Duke of the North in the cell asked mockingly across the gate on the cell door. : "What happened?"

The figure on the chair made a heavy and majestic voice: "Did you see it?"

"Whenever you have something on your mind, you will sit alone in a daze," Val Allende sneered, "I still remember that you were fined to go to the West City Security Department for an internship because you made trouble on Red Square Street. Time."

"This is what you looked like after you came back with a bruised nose and swollen face on your first day of duty."

The sturdy figure trembled slightly. At that moment, there was a hint of agility and smile in his voice: "You know, Ji Ni is very strong."

The answer to him was a cold snort of disdain from the Duke of the North.

Silence.

After a while, the sturdy figure rubbed a star badge in his hand and asked faintly:

"Wa, will you miss them?"

The prisoner behind the small gate seemed to be taken aback.

"Who?" the Duke asked lowly.

The sturdy figure reveals a pair of tired blue eyes, which are full of unknown affection.

"Family," he said calmly, his voice still low: "Those who we are used to in Suri, but only remember after we lose them."

The people in the cell did not speak.

So the strong figure continued:

"For example, the old Duke of Allende, and your brothers, Rohan, Chur, Nuranor, and your sister, your wife, your eldest and second son..."

"Boom!"

There was a violent thumping noise from behind the cell.

"Enough," the Duke breathed heavily, with a long-suppressed anger, biting his words: "What's the point of saying this now?"

A few seconds of silence.

"No, it makes sense."

The sturdy figure slowly got up.

"It's almost there," he said lightly.

The prisoner behind the cell did not answer.

"I'm here to tell you," the visitor outside the cell slowly said: "Twelve years ago, the culprit of the blood in the north..."

"The King Exter who gathered the army and went south to attack."

Behind the prison door, the Duke of the North paused slightly.

His face reappeared on the gate.

His breathing is getting heavier.

There, he looked out of the cell, looked at the Supreme King of the Star Kingdom, Kessel V, with a tall and strong figure, in the most indifferent and terrifying tone, said in a deep voice:

"The guy who slaughtered the city for three days after breaking the Dragon Fortress, and drove his soldiers into the north after spring."

"The sinner who hung your father up to the city gate and chopped your brother into sludge, causing your sister and wife to disappear, your two sons died, and your little daughter's limbs were paralyzed."

"The tyrant who burned, looted, looted, looted, and committed crimes on your family’s land in the north."

"The hateful enemy that made the disaster of the Star Kingdom more serious..."

"Boom!"

The Duke of the North slammed his hands on the iron fence beside the gate.

Pale knuckles, fingertips trembling slightly.

"What did you say?" The Duke's voice trembled.

"Nun Walton VII, died unfavorably last night," Kessel V said in an unquestionably cold voice.

"The so-called natural king has paid the price for his brutality."

Death silence.

It seemed that a century had passed before the heavy breathing of the Duke eased.

"What did you do?" Var raised his head and cast his most unbelievable gaze at his former close friend, the current king:

"Kay!"

"How did you do it?"

"What did you do?"

Kaiser did not answer, but looked at the Duke coldly, and slowly said:

"Last night, the dragon's blood flowed on the north ground."

"Exter’s chaos began here~IndoMTL.com~The kingdom of dragons will decay from now on," the king’s voice had a terrible chill: "With a **** light, the long dim stars will meet Rise again."

"The brilliance is bright."

"Better than before."

As soon as Kessel finished speaking, he turned around without hesitation and left the compartment.

I ignored the hysterical and frantic questioning of the Duke of the North.

The Supreme King opened an iron door blankly and walked out of the corridor.

There, an old figure wearing a black cloak and leaning on a cane bowed slightly to the king.

"Is everything going well?" the king asked coldly.

"Of course," Morat the'Black Prophet' smiled slightly, the intelligence chief of the kingdom and the master of the secret branch. He raised his body, his tone was relaxed and calm: "My Majesty."

"There was only one small accident."