Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 112: The only way to go

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"Really?"

King Kessel's voice came from across the long table, extremely cold.

"This is what you never forget?"

The shadow of the king was dragged by the firelight to the wall behind him, and a faint sarcasm appeared in his eyes:

"Your...mother?"

Thyls stared deeply at King Kessel.

Serajylana.

The chief priest of Li Xiya, Queen Keya, the old crow, Greve, and almost everyone who knew his mother had a completely different evaluation of this woman.

So, what about his father?

"Don't forget," the prince said softly:

"I inherited her name."

Or more.

The king hummed softly.

"Gilbert shouldn't let you choose that middle name."

He speaks slowly, but indifferently between the lines:

"It makes no sense."

Thyls also smiled softly and shook his head:

"As far as I know, you told Gilbert her name."

"Then what are you looking forward to?"

The king responded very quickly and said coldly:

"Expect your mother to be an outstanding woman with an extraordinary background? A erudite, talented and intelligent female scholar, a noble-born lady, or a brave and fearless female warrior? So that you can be proud and dependent?"

Tyles looked at King Kessel's expression and was surprised to find that this was one of the few topics that could allow the other person to respond with long sentences.

The prince tentatively said:

"So, is she?"

The king sneered, but his smile disappeared immediately.

"She is a bitch."

Tyles' expression changed slightly.

"Like most prostitutes," King Kessel's expression was indifferent, his tone of disdain:

"She is greedy and greedy. She pretends to be in front of guests all day long, selling herself for rewards-until she dies."

"I don't even remember her face."

After hearing the king's words, Thales was silent for a long time.

"Bitch?"

Thyls murmured in awe:

"Prostitute?"

Listening to such adjectives, he first thought of the mysterious Seran, the desert slave girl described by the old crow Hexer.

Immediately afterwards, the portrait of Alf, "Oriental Pornography", flashed in the young man's mind.

However, he remembered the "Faxin" Belicia he had seen in Secret Section, and her sly posture fluttering under Raphael.

"Exactly."

"Your questions and expectations are meaningless," the king said indifferently: "You can get no comfort or peace of mind from her."

"For her, you are just an accident after a certain transaction."

A...accident in a transaction.

Thyls couldn't help but clenched his fist.

He suddenly remembered the color in his eyes when Quick Rope talked about the girl he liked in the camp of Blade Ya.

[That girl. 】

[She is not a bitch. 】

[No. 】

"And your mother-in-law's procrastinating gesture," King Kessel said coldly:

"It's almost ashamed of the royal family."

Thyls took a deep breath and opened his fist lightly.

"You are right, father."

"Gilbert's biggest mistake was to let me keep her name."

The king's face remains unchanged.

"Because," Thales' eyes fell cold.

"If she is just an insignificant prostitute, you don't even bother to remember her appearance."

Thyls raised his head and looked directly at the king:

"Then why do you remember her name?"

At that moment, King Kessel's eyes opened slightly!

Thyls stared at his father, and whispered that special name:

"Selan——Zyrana?"

The moment the voice fell, Thales had an illusion.

It's like the Ballard room suddenly entered winter, the temperature dropped sharply, and the air stagnated.

Even the lights no longer flicker.

The source of all the cold is at the end of the long table.

The embarrassing silence lasted for ten seconds.

"I have given you a chance, child," the king's voice replied to the daily toughness and coldness:

"And you ruined it."

He looked at Thales deeply, only dead silence in his eyes.

The crime of the prison river in Thales's veins began to flow again, seeming to break through the frozen atmosphere.

At that moment, the boy suddenly felt that the king's patience had ended, and his next sentence was about to call the guards.

So Thales is faster than him.

"Aymore."

The prince spoke softly, successfully freezing the king's gaze toward the gate.

King Kessel looked back.

"Aymore?"

Tyles took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yes, Emory Town in the Western Wilderness."

"This place is ruled by the Emory family and has a long history. The lord’s surname is the origin of the place name."

King Kessel frowned slightly.

Thyls recalled what Dele Chroma and Anke Bailar had told him about him, and he calmly said:

"A few years ago, the lord baron of this town suffered injustice. He wanted to turn to the Fuxing Palace to protest to the king for help."

"On the way, unfortunately, my family was infected and died."

Thyls watched the reaction of King Kessel, who remained motionless, but did not interrupt him.

The next second, Thales changed his tone:

"But in fact, as an orthodox vassal of the kingdom, Baron Emory did not end up with an illness."

Thyls gritted his teeth:

"He and his family are the three major families that were in power by his princes and peers-the Western Famine, Falkenhaus, Kromah, and Bozdorf-allied forces raided and killed Mouth."

The two were silent for a few seconds.

"Interesting."

The king thought for a while, then slowly said:

"Where did you know?"

Tyles' eyes darkened.

In the cell of Secret Department, Anke’s painful voice rang in his ears:

[He also said, in case I fail, in case I have to use this chip...]

[Be sure to give it to you. 】

[It can only be handed to you. 】

At this point in his thoughts, Thales took a deep breath.

"It's not important," he repacked his mood and turned his attention to the things in front of him:

"The important thing is..."

Faced with the king’s scorching eyes, Thales spoke calmly and spoke loudly:

"In the 414 year of the end of the calendar, the'creditor' Hyman II issued the "No Bleeding Order", prohibiting the vassals in the kingdom from fighting privately and killing each other..."

His voice becomes serious:

"However, the princes of the Western Wilderness are unable to discipline and act recklessly."

"As vassals, they excessively abused the right of armed self-defense and murdered Baron Emory in revenge."

Thyls was talking about the Western Wilderness, but staring at the face of the iron-fisted king before him:

"The methods are cruel and terrifying, and the crimes are shocking."

The King of Ironfist's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The prince's eyes sharpened:

"Is this reason, this bargaining chip, this horse enough to complete the'Sand King'?"

Tyles' voice fell, and the surrounding lights flickered.

He stared at the king.

King Kessel was silent for a long time, and the light in his eyes surged back and forth.

A few seconds later, the king gently closed his eyes and buried all emotions in his heart.

"But we can't use it."

King Kessel whispered:

"The infection in Emory Town is no longer news. The people of Xihuang dealt with it very cleanly, and there is no evidence for death."

Seeing the other's reaction, Thales couldn't help but chuckle.

"That's right."

He has a clear mind:

"Unless it's not dead and unmatched..."

Thyls' words stopped abruptly.

"Wait."

He looked at King Kessel's indifferent expression, and he figured out something.

The boy changed his color slightly, incredible.

"You know."

Tyles looked at Kessel and frowned:

"You have known Emory Town for a long time, know this case?"

The next second, King Kessel opened his eyes lightly.

The king was expressionless and did not answer.

But Thales has already got the answer.

The boy frowned.

"When?"

King Kessel answered calmly:

"When it happens."

Thyls was taken aback:

"What? Why?"

Thyls discovered that the conversation between King Kessel and him became extremely tacit understanding when it started.

For example, now, he doesn't even need to say "why let it happen" completely.

King Kessel looked at Thales faintly.

"A few years ago, the "Border Development Tax Exemption Order" affected a group of lords."

"Master Emory of the Western Wilderness is just one of them," Ironfisted King narrowed his eyes, "the one who is the most uncomfortable."

"If you make a little provocation, you will be hooked."

Tyles' eyes frozen in midair.

A little provocation...

I got the bait...

At that moment, the words of "The Crow" Dele Chroma appeared in Thales' ears again:

[According to the Baron, the countless upstarts spawned by that decree are eroding his interests, taking away his people and cutting off his livelihood. 】

In the secret secret prison, Anke Bailar's dying desperate words have also resurfaced:

[Obviously, the Baron Emory couldn’t help but feel the pain, the king’s decree had hit him too hard...]

King Kessel sighed slightly, and the next tone was a pity:

"However, the West Wilderness is extremely sensitive to the wind and grass at his door."

"The thread was cut before it had time to draw the rod."

Thyls froze.

Pick a pole...

Tangling...

The words of Dele and Anker continue to emerge:

【Baron Emory recruits soldiers, mobilizes the army, intends to cross the Western Famine, make a "big news" that can be seen by all the stars, and "protest" to his majesty and the kingdom. 】

[So much so that he plans to put aside the tacit understanding with the three major families and do it by himself...]

Thyls froze in his seat.

"It's you."

Thyls stared blankly:

"The reason why Baron Emory raised his troops to protest is because you secretly pressured and deliberately incited? In order to find an excuse to intervene in the Western Famine?"

The King of Iron Fist snorted softly:

"I said, he is just one of them."

One of them.

At that moment, Thales thought of Anke, who had been tortured in the secret department.

And his ruined, incognito lover.

"So, the tragedy of the death of Baron Emory and his family."

Thyls has a hoarse voice:

"You are the initiator."

Thyls stared blankly at the desktop in front of him. The king's figure was projected on the opposite wall, dark and suppressed.

These people.

Their misfortune.

Just...

The dust that power runs over.

"Excessive reputation," the king's voice remained calm, as if he didn't care:

"I didn't let the West Deserters kill people."

"They didn’t let them be cruel. They cleaned up the whole family in the castle, as well as the militia servants, and left nothing alive--it seems that they learned a lot from Williams. ."

Killing kills.

Clearly.

Emorey.

Bailar.

And the bleak family of Grace Town that he can't remember the name...

And that night at the Yaga camp, countless homes were destroyed...

[Noble, noble, ha, these scumbags, what the **** are these rags? 】On the barren ground, the emotion of the Dead Crow echoed in my ears.

Thinking of this, an unspeakable fatigue came.

The teenager couldn't help but suffocate.

Tyles took a deep breath, trying to maintain his emotions.

"I understand."

The prince lowered his head, avoiding the opponent's sight, holding back the disgust in the sentence:

"That's it, it's easy to calculate."

"No, it's not good."

But King Kessel's voice still penetrated his eardrum unstoppably:

"We underestimated the keenness and decisiveness of the Xihuang people, and we only got a headless case with no evidence, and we stunned them to make them more vigilant."

The king's eyes sharpened.

"Until now."

Thyls shivered slightly.

King Kessel raised his head abruptly: "It's not unfounded, is it."

"You have evidence."

He has a firm attitude, beyond doubt.

Tyles' arms tightened.

Evidence.

Anke’s last voice appeared faintly:

[In any case, your Majesty will be very happy to get this chip. 】

[Very happy. 】

Tyles took a deep breath and swallowed.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked directly at the king's eyes.

But at that moment, Kessel had only endless depth in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the boy exhausted all his energy and bit out two words between his teeth:

"I have."

His tone is extremely exhausted:

"Iron proof."

Iron proof.

The voice fell.

"Not bad."

King Kessel's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly:

"I'm listening."

I'm listening.

Thyls took a deep breath, but stopped at the moment he opened his mouth.

[Then, Your Highness, what is the price? 】

Anke's desperate voice sounded out of thin air.

Thyls coughed unnaturally and forced himself to continue:

"In that tragedy, there was another person..."

[And Tina, Tina...]

[She will always, never, never forgive me. 】

Thyls is stuck again.

"One more person..."

Tyles' lips were wide, and his words were stagnant.

Wait.

Once he said it.

The girl, Anke's lover, has been ruined by the hideous power of her.

There are also Anke’s younger siblings, those who have lost their parents and elder brothers and are helpless in the Western Wilderness.

What kind of future will you face?

How many people will have their destiny changed because of their own words?

Thyls breathed in a trance.

Seeing his appearance, the king frowned.

[That girl named Tina... Is she fine? 】

[The best...]

A tortured face appeared before his eyes.

Anke Bailar.

The young man who, in helplessness and despair, planned to sacrifice his life to take risks, but ultimately failed miserably.

What kind of mood did he have to tell him this bargaining chip?

[But now, it doesn’t matter anymore. 】

[Not important anymore. 】

Tyles took a deep breath and swallowed hard.

Use it, use this chip.

Because this is also Anker's choice.

This is what he expected.

Isn't it?

Also, if he isn't here, it's over.

Tyles turned his gaze to the desktop, the letter from Iris who asked for the tax substitute.

The wheels of the kingdom will not stop.

If this horse is not good, King Kessel will find another one.

Even if you have to face more blood.

Thyls clenched his fists.

So he must continue.

Required.

Tyles raised his eyes and forced himself to appear firm:

"Under Baron Emory who died unjustly, there is still an orphan."

The king's eyes lit up.

"The poor girl witnessed a terrible scene. She escaped the butcher knife and was lucky to survive."

Thyls gritted his teeth, hiding his trance and depression:

"Her identity and experience will prove to the world: what a terrible mistake the most powerful family in the Western Wilderness has committed."

"Fuxing Palace reforms the military system and restricts the abuse of military power by vassals. It is justified and imminent."

The voice fell, and Thales let out a sigh, his eyes sullen.

He still said it.

The color of the king's eyes slowly changed.

He stared at the prince across the long table for a long, long time.

As if looking at a fine weapon made of fine steel.

Finally, King Kessel laughed.

His laughter is very soft and weak, but it effectively eases the atmosphere in the room.

"This surviving orphan."

The King of Iron Fist slowly leaned back, and his tone became calm and relaxed for the first time:

"Where is she?"

Where is she?

Tyles found sadly that the king didn't even bother to ask her name.

But.

But...

[Think about it carefully, what did you look like after becoming a prince? 】

Long time ago, the emotion of the express rope in the hut resounded.

[Can you still choose your own path? Follow your own heart? 】

Tyles' arms trembled slightly.

[Are you still you, or Thales? 】

[Or has it...has become something else? 】

"I'm listening," the king is interested:

"The Duke of Thales."

Tyles took a deep breath, forgot these hesitant thoughts, and adjusted himself.

"You will know."

Thyls looked up suddenly, his expression firm.

"But first of all, everyone who followed me into the palace today will be acquitted."

"And I don't want to try Marico Pioneer's whip, even though he does his duty."

At the end of the long table, King Kessel said nothing.

Thyls let go of his anxiety, gritted his teeth and said:

"Secondly, unblock the Mindith Hall and release my guards. Something will come to me in the future, don't embarrass them."

The king remained silent, but tapped his finger on the table.

"Also, Anke Bailar, who rushed into the banquet with his sword and ran into the royal family,"

Thyls frowned:

"You must forgive him, release him, and show the king's magnanimity."

"This includes properly resolving the conflict between him and the Doyle family."

But thinking about this, Thales is stuck again.

Anke, no matter how the king forgive him...

[She will always, never, never forgive me. 】

Thyls bowed his head sadly.

"Before showing the chips," King Kessel hummed softly, seemingly in a good mood:

"You really want a lot."

Tyls exhaled and raised his head vigorously.

"And I haven't finished talking yet."

"Finally, about the'Sand King'."

Sand King.

King Kessel glanced around.

At this moment, Thales' expression was firm and cold.

"Your army expansion plan in the Western Wilderness, including how to deal with the local lords, must be handled by me personally and completed by me."

Boom.

The King of Iron Fist tapped his fingers heavily on the discussion table, and there was a palpable muffled noise.

The king slowly raised his head, looking at Thales.

The prince looked back at him firmly without avoiding it.

"You, say it again?"

The king spoke softly.

Hoarse, but indifferent.

Tyles straightened his chest and faced his father.

"Yes, I will personally write to the Duke of Western Wilderness and others, and use this case, this bargaining chip, to threaten them to submit."

Thyls said decisively:

"I promise, Cyril Falkenhauser and his vassals, they will listen patiently, they will be good, and they will cooperate with the schedule of the Fuxing Palace and support all the actions of the Military Affairs Department."

"They will reflect on their own military system omissions and gradually reduce the number and frequency of recruitment."

"They will accept your royal standing army to garrison and accept the reorganization of the Western Desert Defense."

"They will be happy to support the day-to-day work of Wings of Legend, and pay taxes to support the expansion of the standing army, fill your financial gap, and protect the border security of the kingdom."

Thyls took a deep breath:

"Western Wilderness will become a good horse, and your plan for the'Sand King' will not fail."

He said solemnly:

"The chariot of the kingdom is still rolling forward,"

The Ballard room fell silent again.

This time the silence was particularly ominous.

Several unextinguishable lights burned to the end and went out quietly.

King Kessel's eyes also changed accordingly, and the fire in his eyes faded, and the darkness overflowed.

"You?"

He looked at the prince from a distance, with a playful tone:

"You do it?"

Thyls nodded decisively.

"Me."

"I will do it."

King Kessel looked sharply:

"Why?"

Tyles tidied his face and replied:

"Because that orphan girl, this bargaining chip only I know best and how to use it."

He had a light meal, gritted his teeth, and told his father and himself:

"Because, this is the only way."

The only way.

King Kessel did not immediately respond.

He just sat quietly in his place, as if he had turned back into a statue.

After a few seconds, the king calmly spoke:

"Tell me, how did you know the whereabouts of that orphan girl?"

Thyls froze.

He doesn’t change his face or leave any flaws: "I have my own channels..."

"Falkenhauser."

King Kessel spoke softly, interrupting Thales.

Falkenhauser.

As soon as the surname was exited, the prince was shocked.

I saw the king sneer, looking away, his tone is intriguing:

"He gave you more than a sword, right."

Thyls didn't change his face, but he sighed in his heart.

He got it.

The king said coldly:

"His gift is that you have the courage to enter the palace today."

Thyls pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.

Yes, the king saw through.

Just a few words, he can see through.

From just now until now, all his little tricks have been hidden from him.

Just like in the past.

But...

Tyles took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"That's right."

Thyls looked up at the king.

His tone is calm and indifferent, and his attitude is open and calm:

"The affairs of Emory Town, including this bargaining chip, were indeed given to me by the Duke of the Western Wilds—in some way."

The king made such a grin.

"And you accepted, listened to the bewitching of the old bone, came to me, and bargained with self-righteousness."

King Kessel shook his head slowly without waiting for him to reply:

"Stupid."

"Foolishness."

Tyles clenched his fists under the table.

Yes, threats, persecution, courtesy, deception, no matter what means, can not restrain the king of iron fists.

But so what.

He is no longer the trembling beggar in the abandoned house.

Not anymore.

And King Kessel is not the tall figure in Mindis Hall six years ago that he could only look at each other.

To fight against an opponent like King Kessel, what he needs is not lying, not hiding, not sophistry.

Instead of facing difficulties.

Thyls stared firmly at the king's face.

"If this is the case, there is even more reason to ask me to come forward and write to the Duke of Western Wilderness, Father."

He leaned forward and said sincerely:

"So that everyone can take a step back and solve the problem in a way that is acceptable to all parties."

"The new'Sand King' may not be so fast, and it may last for months or even years, but it will not be so tragic and there will be no unmanageable consequences."

"You will achieve your goal eventually, and they don't have to bleed."

The Ironfisted King sneered.

He lowered his head, his face slowly covered by darkness:

"Why?"

Thyls frowned.

"I took out the evidence of this case, and asked her to come forward to testify, so that the lords of the Western Wilderness were torn apart and betrayed, and they became a target..."

The king's eyes are cold:

"Let the royal standing army enter the Western Wilderness again to punish the traitors and eliminate the evil."

"The same goal can be achieved."

Thyls shuddered.

"It is true."

Tyles speaks again, trying to grasp the topic:

"But with all due respect, the reason Falkenhauser gave this bargaining chip was to put down his body and actively show his weakness, to cool down the intensifying conflict between the Fuxing Palace and the princes of the Western Desert..."

"He is not so pure and kind!"

King Kessel suddenly leaned forward and shouted sharply, shocking Thales.

"And only you can be so stupid!"

The king glared at his son:

"Falkenhauser gave me a bargaining chip, so that I can clean up the wasteland, innovate the kingdom, and achieve my goals..."

He changed his conversation:

"But it can only pass—you?"

Tyles looked at the king blankly.

The King of Iron Fist leaned back in his chair and sneered:

"No, he gouged out his flesh and blood, and gave you a sword and a bargaining chip."

"It is definitely not for you to be a peacemaker."

The boy felt cold.

King Kessel squinted his eyes, his eyes look like sharpened blades:

"He wants to show you that: the power and energy that you have not enjoyed in the past six years is within your reach."

"As long as you grab the chips and face me..."

The king spoke softly, his words were cold:

"Raise the sword."

Tyles got nervous and defended:

"Father, I have no intention of being an enemy or threatening--"

"Then why doesn't he come to me directly?"

King Kessel interrupted him again:

"Since you have to bow your head to show weakness, why not face the throne?"

Thyls' words suddenly stagnated.

The lights in the room flickered rapidly, making the light and shadow dazzling.

"And you, do you think I don't know what you want to do?"

Kessel V looked at each other coldly, piercing Thales' heart.

"Why are you not willing to reveal your bargaining chips and the whereabouts of the orphan girl? Why do you want to pretend to be reserved and wait for the price? Why do you insist on coming out in person to execute the'Sand King'?"

Hearing these words, Thales was a violent spirit, only feeling cold in his heart.

There was silence in Ballard's room.

"Because you know that too, right."

The king's voice calmed down, full of lethal softness.

"Because you also like the sword he gave, you can't put it down."

"Difficult to extricate yourself."

Thyls frowned tightly, his fists squeezed on his knees.

"As the prince of stars, the duke of Xinghu, the heir of the kingdom," King Kessel said coldly: "You are played by foreign ministers in the palm of your hand. Not only do you not know it, but you also think you are."

"I almost lost Canxing's face."

Thyls looked up suddenly!

"Yes!"

The prince shouted angrily.

King Kessel was suddenly interrupted by him, somewhat unexpectedly.

"I know."

Tyles was breathing fast, staring at the king.

"I know what Falkenhaus wants to do."

"And I have no intention of concealing, nor do I want to quibble."

Thyls stood up abruptly, holding the table with both hands.

"Yes, empower me, support me, and help me, in the hope that I can finally become stronger against you, threaten you, and hinder you. This is indeed Falkenhauser's wishful thinking."

"Simple, clear and direct."

The king's expression got worse.

"But believe me, father."

The prince stares at the king~IndoMTL.com~serious and serious:

"If you really want to make it happen--not just the'Sand King', not just the West Wasteland, but in the entire kingdom, inside and outside the stars, to realize your magnificent and crazy plans and ideas..."

King Kessel's eyes changed when he heard these words.

"If you really have made up your mind, father, if you don’t care at all costs, you will also ‘born for the stars’."

At this moment, the cold wind in Ballard's room was surging back and forth, but Thales felt hot and embarrassed in his chest, like flames.

Thyls took a deep breath and made sure that there is no doubt about it:

"Then this is the only way."

"There is no better choice."

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