Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 11: The King in the Mist

"This place cannot be kept."

Glover is holding his mount, standing in front of a wide and exquisite double-opening iron door, looking at the exquisite garden in front of him and the dragon kiss fountain in the center, and looking at the three-story house with tall pillars in front. Look serious.

"Wh, what?" Beside him, D.D Security Officer Doyle, who was checking the teeth of the mount, asked back suspiciously.

All around, the royal guards assigned to defend the prince followed the royal ceremonial officer and the administrative officer of the city hall to enter this gorgeous manor in an orderly manner, and most of the flattered local servants and guards were led from the center. The private soldiers from the Outskirts of the Outskirts conscripted to do a headache to handover and publicize.

"Complicated terrain layout, troublesome sentry settings, unnecessary decorations, private soldiers from the stars," Pioneer Officer Glover's eyes swept from the gate wall to the backyard garden in the distance. Being vigilant means getting stronger:

"And a maze garden larger than the northern border."

In a busy atmosphere, the Vanguard officer looked around and handed the mount to a Vanguard Wing subordinate, frowning even more tightly.

"Beibei..." Doyle next to him spoke subconsciously. He immediately understood something and smiled brilliantly.

"Relax, zombie, this is Mindis Hall, not Broken Dragon Fortress."

Ignoring the face of the vanguard wing guard, Doyle extremely naturally stuffed the rein into the opponent's other hand, looking at the opponent with an unhappy expression of "Where are you guarding the wing?" Pulling away the mount, I turned around with satisfaction:

"And we are not here to fight."

Glover snorted from his nose.

He looked at the avenue outside the iron gate, and then at the house at the end of the garden, his tone was cold:

"The prince should have lived in the Fuxing Palace."

The words of the pioneer official are long, seemingly meaningful.

But Doyle shook his head.

"No, no, no, although we are unfamiliar before, I know that your Vanguard Wing does not stand guard much..."

Glover pursed his lips.

"It is not clear that there is still room in the Tormund Hall where your Majesty and Queen are located..."

D.D raised three fingers in a pleasing face, breaking them down one by one:

"But the Ballard room is very narrow, the Elantine is a bit too high, it is cold, and the Sumei room is too dark and dark..."

"Compared to these famous caves in Fuxing Palace, trust me," Doyle gracefully raised his hand to the exquisite garden in front of him:

"You would like it better here."

Glover squinted his eyes.

"At least, at least in Mindis Hall, there is..."

Doyleton took a moment, and ran his fingers across the iron gate, garden, fountain, avenue, and main hall. Finally, he pointed to the sun above his head and smiled lightly:

"...there is light?"

Glover hugged his arms and looked away, and snorted speciously.

Apparently not satisfied.

"Besides, do you know how high its artistic value is?"

Doyle's eyes lit up, and the conversation changed.

Glover frowned.

"Do you know its place in the history of architecture?"

The security officer turned and opened his arms, as if to embrace him:

"Let’s not mention here is the famous palace of sage monarchs... But you look at this garden, look at this relief, look at this floor tile! Not to mention the many art collections it stocks!"

"Think about it, if you hold a banquet here, the ladies of the royal capital will definitely scramble for the next..."

Doyle turned around in a dance step, his face full of sweetness.

Glover remained motionless, only his expression on Doyle was full of contempt.

"What's wrong?"

D.D shrugged and looked puzzled:

"Is it wrong to love art and beauty?"

Glover looked away, he took a deep breath and exhaled stiffly from his nose.

The familiar horse-drawn carriage and shouts were heard in the distance, as if a person was directing the transport.

Doyle's face changed, immersed in art and beauty.

"Oh no, that's Stuart and Fubby..."

He immediately jumped to Glover, his face was serious, his body straightened, and he stretched out his arm to point to Mindis Hall:

"Hurry up, pretend to be talking to me, discuss defensive posts or defense plans, and look very attentive and serious..."

Glover is at a loss:

"What?"

"Only in this way, we don't need to be assigned to help with logistics." Doyle's face remained unchanged, and his lips moved slightly.

Glover is still puzzled:

"But...why me?"

"Because he never called the Vanguard!" Doyle gritted his teeth and whispered.

Surrounded by a group of officials and private soldiers of the Canstar, the logistics officer Stuart and the banner officer Fubby passed by with a few subordinates and a few carriages, leaving doubt and confusion on Doyle. The look in his eyes, but after seeing the serious face of Glover, they dispelled their doubts and left.

Doyle let out a sigh of relief, and he relaxed.

Glover looked at him more strangely.

But Doyle didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He naturally returned to a state of intoxicating scenery. With a glance, he saw the distant house pillars, beside the fir gate, in the gap between the back and forth of the figure. , The young man standing quietly.

Doyle narrowed his eyes and looked at the stillness. The servants and guards around the slightly lonely prince seemed to have some tacit understanding. While busy working, they perfectly avoided the prince. The people closest to him also At least ten meters away.

But they cast careful eyes from time to time, passing by the silent teenager.

"I bet you, that kid has just been spanked."

Glover gave D.D a subtle glance.

As if afraid that the other party would not believe it, Doyle narrowed his eyes:

"Trust me, I know this feeling. He is acting very calm now, but it's all pretend..."

Doyle stared deeply at the prince's back, with melancholy eyes, quite emotional:

"But in the deepest part of his heart, he just wanted to find a place where no one was there and cry happily..."

Glover looked at him, his brows frowned.

"This is not your beak," the pioneer coughed solemnly:

"Doyle Guard Officer."

But Doyle snorted slightly.

"Come on, that broken sword in the morning...you are also very upset, right," Doyle arched Glover's arm, ignoring the other's ugly face, a bit of gloat:

"I bet with all my wealth, our esteemed Duke, finally saw someone with a heavier sword."

Glover didn't answer, he just looked at the porch of Mindith Hall and frowned deeply.

There, Duke Thales stood quietly.

He just stared at the porch without making a sound or moving.

As if isolated from the surroundings.

"Are you there?"

Thyls speaks in a daze:

"Did you see it?"

In response, a calm voice came from behind:

"Yes, I saw it."

Not the person Thales expected.

The boy closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

"The private soldiers and servants of the royal family did a good job of maintenance and saved a lot of things."

"After we have completed the assessment and inspection, we can move in," the watchman Mallos stepped forward, stood beside the Duke, and looked at the main hall of the manor with him, and said intriguingly:

"Congratulations, the new owner of Mindis Hall."

Mindith Hall.

The new owner.

Thyls didn't look back.

The boy just quietly looked at the familiar and unfamiliar house in front of him, from the pillar to the door, from the carpet to the interior.

But this time, familiarity seems to be greater than unfamiliarity.

Marius seemed to have a sense of the atmosphere, and he also remained silent, standing still with the prince.

The servants and guards are still busy, hurriedly coming and going, but subconsciously avoiding further.

In a few seconds.

"You don't know."

Malles frowned slightly.

I saw Thales expressionlessly and slowly spoke:

"You didn't know in advance that you would be stationed here, right?"

"Otherwise, you don't need to come to evaluate and check until things come."

Malles was slightly startled.

But the Duke of Xinghu smiled.

"You are not even ready to become the Star Lake Guard," Thales lowered his head, feeling lonely:

"Because the title of the Duke of Xinghu was decided temporarily after you set off, and it was hastily canonized."

Because...a sword.

Malloston has been frowning for a few seconds, not knowing what to think.

Thyls sighed:

"Similarly, you are not planning to come to...Mindith Hall."

In the seemingly disorderly words of the Duke, Mallos seemed to have heard something, and he stopped talking.

But Thales took a deep breath, and when he looked back, he had already put on a smile.

"By the way, when arranging defenses, don't forget to prepare silver weapons, and perhaps prayed weapons."

Silver weapons...

The change of topic caught the watchman off guard:

"Why?"

Thyls snorted, stepped back and looked at the roof and balcony of Mindis Hall:

"Beware of uninvited guests."

In the puzzled eyes of Mallos, the prince's tone was slightly nostalgic:

"For example... a vampire?"

Marius was taken aback again, confused.

But Thales didn't explain much.

He just sighed again, raised his head, and stared at the pillar.

"It looks smaller," the boy subconsciously said:

"I remember before, the pillars here were very tall."

Marius moved his eyes and looked at the prince deeply.

With some confusion, Thales walked through the porch and vaguely saw three giant portraits on the wall under the chandelier, facing the door.

And the three people on the painting.

One of them turned their backs to the setting sun, holding their spears and horses, as brave as ever.

One is based in the deep forest, with sword and shield in hand, as firm as ever.

One sits indoors, holding a staff and flipping through books, as kind as before.

Looking at the three people in the painting, Thales' eyes were a little erratic.

He raised his right hand subconsciously and pressed his chest.

Somewhere there, the skin still seems to be aching.

"It's also revisiting the old place," Mallos followed from behind, in a calm tone, "When we saw the Fuxing Palace, you didn't have such an expression."

Fuxing Palace.

Thyls sneered.

"When I entered the Fuxing Palace for the first time, I was assassinated and seriously injured. I was unconscious and was carried in."

Malles narrowed his eyes.

The prince’s expression is slightly ironic:

"Revisiting the old place, what kind of expression do you expect me to have?"

But Mallos's answer exceeded his expectations.

"Laugh."

Thyls frowned:

"What?"

I saw Mallos step forward, standing with him in front of the fir gate, staring at the three kings on the wall in the hall:

"You need to laugh."

"So they don't have to suspect that your father doesn't like you," Mallos narrowed his eyes:

"Or the other way around."

Thyls first had a meal, and then he was shocked:

"They?"

Marius is still calm, he nodded, not looking at the Duke:

"The Royal Guards are all elites of all colors, and their sense of smell is very sensitive."

Thyls turned around subconsciously.

Around him, everyone in the Royal Guard is still busy, or commanding logistics, or handing over with servants, or assigning tasks...

Nothing is unusual.

Thyls was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Do you know what."

"I have a friend, and he also suggested me: laugh."

Malos looked at the prince, only to see the latter take a deep breath, and looked far into the sky, with emotion:

"Because life is heavy enough."

"You have to laugh to make it lighter."

The young man was a little confused, as if seeing the yellow sand again.

"So, does it have it?"

Malles stared at Thales, who was inexplicably emotional, and he said nothing:

"After you finish laughing?"

Tyles recovered and shook his head.

"I don't know," the teenager's smile was a bit hard:

"Hope it."

The prince turned around and was about to walk into the porch.

"This place, this manor," Mallos spoke again, letting Thales' footsteps slow:

"Do you know why this name is called?"

This place?

Why is it called this name?

Tyles retracted his steps and glanced around.

The prince gestured to the portrait on the far right on the opposite wall:

"He?"

In the painting, the middle-aged man with white hair is smiling friendly at him.

But Mallos shook his head.

"No."

The watchman folded his arms and looked at the hall with more respect:

"Although King Mindis III did live here more than a hundred years ago, most people thought it was him...but no, Mindis Hall, it was not named after Xianjun."

Not Xianjun’s name?

This has aroused the interest of teenagers.

"Very well," Thales turned around with interest:

"Please enlighten me, my... Captain of the Guard?"

Marius didn't care about the faint strangeness in Thales' tone. He turned around and looked in the direction of the Fuxing Palace, his eyes deep:

"In 333 years of the end calendar, the 22nd Supreme King was crowned. His name appeared for the first time in the genealogy of kings of the stars."

Thyls raised his eyebrows: How many...? twenty two?

That is...

"The king was young but frail and sick, so he had to move out of the palace to find a place to recuperate, and entrust state affairs to his uncle and the Imperial Council."

Malós’s words are very stable, just like his indifferent face, but the story he tells is not so pleasant:

"In just one year, the young king tragically died of illness, and he could not even stay behind."

The watchman stepped on the floor tiles under the foot:

"After that, the suburban manor where he died was named after him as a memorial."

Marius looked at the prince faintly.

Entrust Guozheng to my uncle and go to the palace to recuperate...

My nephew died young, and he will be remembered...

This story is very short, even without plot, and not very lucky.

The charm behind it is even...unspeakable.

But Thales still showed an expression of "it is so".

"So, um, suburban manor," Thales pointed around, trying to answer:

"Do you call the Dusk Star District'Suburbs'?"

Malles frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the prince’s focus on the point: "It used to be."

"I call this ‘urban expansion’."

Thyls raised his eyebrows:

"Oh."

"Yet three and a half centuries have passed. When we stand here, mentioning the original owner of Mindith Hall," the watchman hummed, his eyes looking at Thales quite meaningful:

"Even Can Xing's direct descendants do not know the'Mist King' anymore."

Thyls is a little embarrassed:

"I, uh..."

But he quickly noticed the name Mallos mentioned:

"The Fog King?"

Malles nodded.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the precious fir door, with a deep tone:

"Regardless of his lifetime, Mindis I, who died young, was called the'king of the mist'."

"He was in power during his lifetime, and his reign was like a fog. It seemed tangible, but in reality it was inquality."

"The story behind him, his story is like fog, coming and going in a hurry, quietly disappearing."

Suddenly, Mallos' eyes sharpened:

"No one remembers."

"No one cares."

Thyls shrank subconsciously.

"So take care of yourself, especially when the entire guard is there."

Marius's gaze focused back on Thales, making the latter, who was still a bit negative and lonely, aroused:

"No matter what you have gone through..."

The watchman's tone became cold:

"Know that among the many humble and forgotten owners in Mindith Hall, being sick and miserable is not your own patent."

Sick and miserable.

Tyles swallowed subconsciously and rubbed his face.

"But like the king in the mist..."

I saw the watchman snorted coldly:

"No one will remember."

Malles looked towards the Fuxing Palace, his eyes blurred:

"No one will care."

Silence.

I have to say that at that moment, Thales, who was pointed out by others, was still a little embarrassed.

After a while, the young Duke of Xinghu forced himself to laugh:

"Thank you for your...encouragement."

"Lord Mallos."

Although it is not that exciting.

But the watchman did not respond to his thanks, just glanced at him lightly:

"I will notify you when the room upstairs is ready."

"Your Excellency the Duke."

Mallos finished speaking and strode into Mindith Hall.

Thyls looked at him from behind, thoughtful in embarrassment.

"Uncle Wang."

The boy spoke suddenly.

Under the portrait of King Fuxing, Mallos's back is faintly stagnant.

"The uncle of the King of Fog... who acts on behalf of the country."

Thyls's eyes are burning:

"After Min Diss I died of illness, did he succeed to the throne?"

The back of the watchman stood still for a few seconds.

"Of course."

Malios turned his head, his expression deep:

"Sumei Canxing, who performed state affairs, eventually inherited the throne from his nephew who died young and had no future."

"It is the'Jackal' Sumei III in history."

Tyles exhaled, feeling clear.

But Mallos’ words are not over yet:

"With..."

"...The body of the Duke of Xinghu."

Thyls was shocked.

But without waiting for him to ask, the watchman walked away without looking back.

Disappeared above the stairs.

Leave only Thales, thinking about the meaning of this story.

A few seconds later, the prince smiled relievedly.

So interesting.

Whether it is the owner of Mindis Hall or the Duke of Xinghu, the stories of his predecessors in the past are so...

It's intriguing.

Tyles glanced at the direction in which Mallos had disappeared for the last time, turned and left the porch, walked towards the garden, put on a smile while waiting, and looked at the busy crowd around him.

He suddenly discovered that among the servants and private soldiers going back and forth, two figures are so different. One is relaxed and the other is standing by the pool with a little seriousness, discussing something in a serious manner. .

Thyls recognized two people, so he walked slowly towards them.

"You didn't want to come, did you."

By the side of the fountain, Doyle looked at the maids in the distance and squinted:

"You know, the Glover Family is the best in the'Seven Servants', and supports the backbone of the royal party. It has been trusted by many generations and has a high position."

Beside him, Glover frowned fiercely.

"Your father is the predecessor of Minister Jok Mann, and your brother is in the Department of Finance and Taxation. He has a bright future."

Doyle's attention is still on the maids, he doesn't even look at Glover, and he narrates with emotion:

"Your Majesty is also determined to forge ahead and is young and strong."

"But you are here to catch this unlucky muddy water."

Doyle turned his head and stared at Glover curiously.

"Why?"

This time, he seems to have hit the iron plate.

I saw that Glover turned his head likewise, staring at him coldly.

As if staring at a piece of rotten meat on a meat stall.

The silence lasted a long time.

For a long while, D.D who didn't get a response could only smile awkwardly, and turned his head consciously.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"But I am different."

Doyle cast a perfect smile at the maid who finally couldn't bear him:

"During the years when our family was prosperous, Doyle got too close with the old powerful, and the relationship was so intertwined...so that there was no one who could be reused in the Fuxing Palace for three generations." /

Glover did not speak, but he withdrew his eyes.

Doyle looked at the red face and turned head of the maid under the wall, his eyes a little frozen:

"They are worried that if this continues, the family's status in the "Seven Servants" will be lost sooner or later, just like Tardin, Belletti, and..."

Doyleton took a moment, and turned his head in the direction of Mindis Hall, and sighed:

"Malles."

Glover didn't speak, as if he didn't hear him.

"So I was forced to come here~IndoMTL.com~Doyle raised his eyebrows:

"My father thought very beautifully: from the king's guard to the prince's guard, and maybe finally back to the king's guard, and finally..."

D.D's face is slightly bleak:

"Of course, that's just... thinking beautifully."

Glover's eyes flickered slightly.

"After all, it's over the age of relying on the size of the fief to eat," Doyle sighed lightly, with a helpless expression and a deep tone:

"And we are neither the six giants nor the thirteen prominent families."

In front of the motionless Glover, Doyle said quietly:

"We are just...Chanxing's attendants."

Stealing incense