Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 113: Prince vs. Prince

The moonlight pierced through the windows that were only blocked by a few wooden slats, reflecting the image of this thirty-year-old mercenary in front of Thales: unshaven, calm eyes, relaxed posture, and a cold smile at the corners of his mouth. , The latest chapter visit: ШШШ..СоМ.

His leather armor is fastened to his upper body, and he never removed it when he fell asleep. It was worn and mottled. It appeared to be weather-beaten during the years of running with his master. Mercenaries were tied to the leather armor to carry with him. Various'color' tools: knife, scissors, bandage, hemostatic'medicine' powder, rope, flint and tinder...

How did he come over these years?

From the prince to...

Tyles looked at him quietly, at this man who seemed to have experienced a lot of things and had a tough face.

"So it's really you?"

"Your Highness Moral?"

He asked lightly.

Silence.

It is still silent.

The man in front of him has not moved.

As if it was just a dream.

In the sense of hell, this dusty, humble hut looked deserted and dead, and only the breathing sound from the fast rope across a wall reminded Thales: everything in front of me is indeed happening.

"Although I listened to Grand Duke Peffert a long time ago-it should be the ‘former’ Grand Duke Peffer said that you want to be a mercenary..."

Thyls said silently: "But I really didn't expect..."

Dean interrupted him.

"Moral Walton," the bald mercenary's face remained unchanged, and he shook his head slightly: "This name hasn't appeared in a long time."

"Since six years ago, its owner died in an assassination."

"Why are you so attached to a dead person?"

Thyls took a deep breath.

"Black Path," the prince whispered, "How does it feel like there?"

"What?" Dean's eyebrows frowned.

Thyls smiled.

The particularly urgent experience of escaping from the shield area of ​​Longxiao City emerged before my eyes.

Different wheelchair veterans, meaningful old crows, carefree tailors, and ghostly coachmen Kevin.

Let him sigh with emotion: "When I was still in Longxiao City, I heard from Greve’s small talk. Six years ago, they also took on a business to take people down the dark road. The employer was very Generosity: a reward of three hundred gold coins."

Dean's expression slowly became serious.

"Three hundred, this is not a small number," Thales sighed: "Just for a trip to Longxiao City?"

Dean didn't speak.

"But here comes the problem," Thales continued in the dimly lit cabin:

"A person who took out three hundred gold coins in the blink of an eye must be powerful, powerful, and rich. There are not many people like this in Longxiao City, but there are a few that can be counted: the great merchants of Kang Mas, The bureaucratic aristocrats in the Axe District or the Spear District, there are lords of wealthy fiefs, and even Ullad, a former order official who monopolizes black market business."

"But no matter who you provoke in Longxiao City, there must be many ways for such a person to escape from the city. Why choose the most expensive, most difficult, farthest, and most troublesome one? ?"

Tyles stared at Dean closely, and he felt in the darkness that the other's breathing was fluctuating.

"Unless," Thales took a deep breath:

"Unless this person provokes him, what he is facing is the supreme power in Longxiao City."

Dean slowly put his ‘leg’ down the ‘bed’ board and looked at him solemnly.

"In the face of King Nunn's pursuit, in the face of the eyes and ears of the entire city, his ownership is negligible, and all channels are impassable. He can only go to the area where the civilians and the poor gather to find the ground snake: That stubborn and rude, lame veteran who was notoriously unpleasant to King Nunn, walked out of the city on a secret path that ordinary people could not imagine."

Tyles looked at Dean's eyes sharper and sharper: "And six years ago, which person is of an unusual status, is worth pursuing by the entire Dragon City?"

The corners of Dean's mouth curled slightly.

"Black Path, Griveaux," the mercenary chewed on these words, "I see."

"So, did you also escape from the channel of that veteran?"

He looked back at Thales: "You have also worked the entire western front line. Maybe the entire western wilderness will enter the desert to cooperate with you?"

Thyls did not answer him, and the prince's expression at the moment was particularly difficult to understand.

"So, you have been hiding in this mercenary team?"

"Let go of everything, abandon everything, including your father, your blood, your... come here and become an ordinary mercenary?"

"Why?"

At that moment, Thales looked into Dean's eyes, but King Chaman in the carriage appeared in front of him.

Leaving is not fleeing, and fleeing weakness is not liberation.

But he will.

After we found him.

Dean was silent for a few seconds.

"I do what I do best, nothing more," Dean sneered and shook his head: "Just like you."

Thyls exhaled heavily and frowned, "Moral, do you know your current situation?"

"Moral is dead, this is what I know," Dean rebuffed him coldly: "And whoever tells you: he is not dead..."

Tyles interrupted him by raising his voice.

"If Moral dies, there won't be so much trouble!"

The prince solemnly said: "But if he is still alive, even if only for one day, he will still be Queen Nunn and the first heir to the bloodline of Dragon City and Walton. His existence is even possible. The return will be a powerful challenge to Longxiao City's belonging."

"Do you know what this means?"

The mercenary’s ‘chest’ began to rise and fall.

He lowered his head and said lightly: "Let me guess, some people don't like this fact or the meaning behind it, right?"

Thyls gave a chuckle.

Dean raised his head with clear eyes: "So, is the newly promoted "female" Grand Duke of Longxiao City? I heard that you have a good relationship with her."

Tyles' eyes freeze.

"Or is it the actual governing and monopolistic Lisban?"

Dean bit his words, his tone was cold: "Or maybe... the new king who hates the Walton family?"

Thyls sighed slowly.

"Maybe it's all of them," the boy said seriously:

"Your niece, Selma Alex Walton, her seat will be shaken by your presence; and your cousin, Charman Rumba, he doesn’t want to see A strong male'sex' heir entered Longxiao City."

"You are a threat."

Dean froze.

"So, indeed, someone knows that Moral is still alive," the mercenary said slowly: "You, Thales Star, no matter who you work with, you always come to kill me or catch me. Eliminate the threat."

Everything around seems to freeze.

In the dimness, there are only two pairs of equally sharp eyes, one green and the other gray, looking at each other silently.

Dean’s eyes are lighter than the King Nunn in his memory, without the inexplicable pressure, but with a strange meaning, like a dark owl, which makes Thales frowned.

"Yes, kill you, all hidden dangers will disappear," Thales said softly:

"Catch you, and you will be able to reap an excellent piece that will be used as a bargaining chip against Exeter in the future."

The temperature between the two seemed to drop below freezing in an instant.

Until Dean speaks slowly.

"Then what are you waiting for?" The mercenary's face showed a rare stern look, his palm "touched" the axe handle: "You have the entire camp as your backing."

"His Royal Highness."

The silence in the room has reached a new stage.

Even in the senses of hell, the fast-rope breathing in the next door seemed to be reduced.

But the dead silence lasted only a few seconds.

In the dim room, Thales closed his eyes and sighed softly.

He stepped back slowly until he leaned against the wall.

The sheathed jc pressed against his waist, making Thales gritted his teeth silently.

"No."

He spoke hard.

But at the moment of speaking, Thales felt that a heavy stone seemed to be let go from his heart.

"No matter why you leave and no matter why you come back, Moral."

The star prince opened his eyes silently: "Let's go."

The bald mercenary--Moral was taken aback.

"Let's go, Moral, disappear from our sight and never come back again."

Thyls said lightly.

Moral stared at him for a long time, his eyes frozen without saying a word.

After a long while, the mercenaries from the North lowered their heads slowly.

"Why."

His voice became very deep and hoarse, and when it sounded in the dark, he couldn't help but remind Thales of the former Duke of Black Sand.

The Charman Rumba who has not yet become the King of Exeter, but has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

"A few days ago, you had the opportunity to return to the army loyal to you and order them to arrest me, but you did not.

"You just had a chance to attack, but turned and left," Moral said in a single word: "Now you have a chance to capture me, but let me go?"

"Why?"

His voice rose sharply.

Tyles leaned against the wall and slowly withdrew from his uncomfortable senses of hell.

He sneered softly.

"Because... maybe because you saved my life?"

Thyls raised the corners of his mouth, with a slight melancholy in his heart: "And I know what to do."

Moral shook his head slowly.

"Don't make me laugh," he raised his gaze and "shot" Thales directly: "In Game of Thrones, life-saving grace is trivial."

"You must have other reasons."

"Sure."

Thyls frowned.

"Why?"

The young man said silently: "Why do you care so much?"

Molar raised his eyebrows, his expression in the moonlight was rather cold.

"Since you left desperately six years ago and left the whole Dragon City," Thales continued, "After six years, why should you care about my reasons?"

Moral was silent for a while.

"Despite everything, just go away, right?"

He smiled a little dazedly: "Do people who know Moral is still alive look at him like this?"

"It's really... sad."

Moral murmured.

Thyls didn't speak immediately. He observed the other party and captured the expression and reaction of the former Prince Exter.

But Moral then turned his gaze back to Thales: "But you still haven't explained why you want to let me go."

Thyls pursed his mouth.

This guy...

"Six years ago, I went to Exeter because of your'death', Moral."

"I know everything about you."

He sighed softly: "I know you followed Nicolai to learn martial arts and watched King Nunn's wrists in the Palace of Valor. I know you are friends with the former Conkley Paffert, and I know you are tired Political battles, I dreamed of becoming a mercenary since I was a child."

Molar was expressionless when he said this.

But Thales was inexplicably upset.

But the arrow was on the string, and he had to send it. He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and said: "I even know that you have a lowly status, maybe a lover in the skin and meat business. I also know that King Nunn treats her extremely Satisfied, and you guys had a big fight about it-just before you went south as planned."

Moral raised his brows.

"But I didn't ask you why you left your status as a prince and ran away from home," Thales looked at him firmly: "Why do you need to ask me why I let you go?"

"Just leave," Thales said solemnly: "Isn't it okay to live outside freely?"

Moral did not speak for a long time.

The way he looked at Thales made the latter quite uncomfortable.

"My identity is'exposed'." Finally, the bald mercenary with a different identity slowly opened his'lip' and said: "And somebody knows that Moral is still alive."

"So I want to know, why are you looking for me."

"If you are really a friend of the'female' grand prince, then you have no reason to let me go-unless this is the next trap."

His eyes are burning, alert.

A faint unease came to his mind, and Thales frowned and sighed again.

The prince who has been'wandering' for six years, alone...

"Because of Rumba."

Tyles finally made up his mind. He nodded and said: "Kill you, Rumba will lose a confidant, he can continue his rule unscrupulously."

"But I don't want him to live too peacefully: we are enemies."

Thyls looked at Moral:

"Let him know that you are still alive, it will help the self-righteous prince-killing king to converge a little, and maintain his fear and sense of justice."

"It also helps keep his claws away from Longxiao City--as you said, Selma is my friend."

"That's it."

"Is it enough?"

Moral's eyes changed.

He lowered his head and nodded slowly if he realized something.

"So, it is Rumba, our dear new king."

"The one who knows Moral is still there is him."

Moral seemed to be lost in thought: "And he told you, I hope you can help him, help him deep into the stars, and completely clear me."

"This tells a lot of things-and where did he know it?"

Thyls frowned again.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

A trace of impatience hit his mind, he gritted his teeth and said: "Now, let's go."

"Disappear."

"Before I change my mind."

The next second, Moral raised his head abruptly.

"What about you, Your Royal Highness," Moral's expression was serious, and his eyes were shining brightly and brightly: "After letting me go?"

"You will return to the location of the garrison in the camp, to find your army and soldiers, and even the secret science..."

He tentatively asked: "Then come and catch me?"

Thyls sighed helplessly in his heart.

How come this guy talks so much.

Also suspicious.

He really shouldn't be a mercenary.

Suitable to be a spy.

The young man had to ‘color’: "I told you, I will let you go, then I will let you go."

"Don't talk about the blade camp, even the secret department will not know your existence."

Tyles took a step forward, walked to Moral, and said with the most serious voice: "And I will keep my promise, the promise of Thales Canxing, the second prince of the stars Promise."

"You are the son of the first king Nuen, and even a native of the North. You know, for us, the weight of this sentence is heavy."

Moral stared at him for a long time.

He shook his head and said slowly: "So you will still find them and return to the embrace of the stars."

Thyls frowned slightly.

He felt something wrong.

Moral raised his head and smiled in the moonlight.

"I find you are exceptionally different, Thales."

"Especially when compared to others."

He whispered: "It's very different."

Thyls froze.

Moral he...

I saw Moral squinted: "For example...Compared with your reputation, you are exceptionally naive."

"Also extraordinarily self-righteous."

Thyls was stunned.

But the next moment, Moral put down his legs from the bed and stood up.

"Well, I'm leaving."

"Anyway, Your Highness," he looked down at Thales and held out his palm: "Thank you."

The two princes looked at each other.

Long, long time~IndoMTL.com~Moral's eyes were ‘smart’ and smiling, and Thales’ eyes were solemn and serious.

Finally, Thales curled his mouth.

The young man raised his eyebrows and nodded, and stretched out his palm, holding Moral's hand.

"No, we are even," Thales accepted the other party's thanks and sighed: "You saved me in the desert..."

But the next moment--

Boom!

Thyls only felt a pain in his arm and fell on the ‘bed’ board!

The Crime of Hell River felt danger, and Thales, who had been "fighted for a long time", gritted his teeth in shock!

He instantly entered the senses of hell.

Molar's footsteps flickered, and he had already grabbed his right arm and came behind the prince!

It looks like he is going to cut his hands completely, press Thales down to his knees, and firmly press on the ‘bed’ board!

Thyls, who was extremely frightened, called out the crime of Hell River, and his right arm stubbornly held Moral's strength and shook off his restraint.

Boom!

Tyles hit the ‘bed’ board hard with his back.

The prince stretched out his hand eagerly, trying to pull out jc.

But Moral is faster than him.

I don't know when, a small knife was pinched in Moral's left hand and pressed against Thales' throat.

"Just move a finger, your Royal Highness Thales..."

Moral's expression at the moment is cold and terrifying.

He pressed Thales firmly on the "bed" board, his hands increased, and the chill threatened:

"Your blood will be like those orcs..."

"Water the earth."

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