Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 115: It will not succeed

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King Kessel was silent for a second and smiled softly.

"Me?"

The king puts down the knife, but he seems to be interested but speaks coldly:

"Let me guess, Falkenhaus thinks the same way?"

Thyls shook his head.

"Branches and leaves are rotten, and the roots must be asked."

"If something goes wrong with your rule, Your Majesty, the first person in the kingdom to pay for it, and the first person to reflect on accountability, it is absolutely, and it can only be you."

The king's disdainful sneer sounded in the room, and he lowered his head again and continued to eat.

Thyls also smiled, not feeling it:

"Yes, you probably think that if the kingdom's rule is not satisfactory, and the development of the stars has problems, it must be the official execution deviation, the lower-level governance is not effective, fine-tuning and correcting, it will not damage your governance strategy, and will not damage you. The princes are wise, and the king is wise?"

"Just like the'Sand King', in your eyes, how can it go wrong?"

"It must be that the person doing the work has no courage, there must be a mistake in the execution, the enemy must be too cunning, it must be accidents that are frequent and unexpected, it must be... the problem of the unfortunate prince."

"However," Thales' smile cooled down:

"Only the simplest and most kind-hearted citizens can hold such innocent and beautiful fantasy."

"Only the most insidious and vicious villain can speak such a deliberate slander."

Thyls pointed at the king, and said seriously:

"No, the reason why'Sand King' failed is nothing else, because of you, Your Majesty."

The response to him was the collision of the knife and the plate.

"Yes," maybe he is sure of his chances, but King Kessel didn't look up, his words were perfunctory:

"I, the king of stars, is the weakest link in the kingdom?"

But Thales shook his head decisively.

"On the contrary, Your Majesty Kessel."

Thyls hit the plate with a spoon:

"In fact, you are in the center of the kingdom-the strongest link."

King Kessel cut off the food with one knife, cutting off the food in front of him.

He raised his head slightly, and the tip of the knife in his vision was facing Thales' face.

"But it failed because of this."

The prince is calm and authentic, as if this is the most common sense:

"Your Majesty, it is because you are too strong, too good, too wise, too terrible, too decisive."

King Kessel looked at Thales at the end of the knife and was silent for a while:

"Sloppy can't forgive you."

Thyls shook his head, took a spoon of soup that he didn't know what it was made of, and put it into his mouth:

"Recall, your Majesty, before the'Sand King', from the desert war to the present, from the Bladeya camp to the town of Grace, from the Emergency Control Order to the Border County Development Tax Exemption Order, from the Wings of Legend In the standing army, you have a superb wrist, how many things have been done to Xihuang, how many knives have been stabbed, and they have no choice but to gnash their teeth?"

Thyls raised his head, his voice getting sharper:

"And since when did you replace the sinister desert and become the number one enemy threatening their survival?"

Across the long table, King Kessel focused on the tip of the knife.

"To this day, before you start thinking about it, the frightened Xihuang people have already prepared hundreds and thousands of pre-plans--no other, it's all about how to resist the threat of Fuxing Palace, they just Dreaming at night is a scene of the standing army of the royal family spreading over the mountains and invading the Western Wilderness."

"Under such a premise, your Majesty, whether the army, taxes, land, or rule, whatever you want to move on that land, the people of Xihuang are destined not to let you I got what I wanted."

Tyers said coldly:

"So, how can'Sand King' succeed? How can it succeed?"

This time, King Kessel was silent for an exceptionally long time.

Finally, the king looked up slightly:

"You overestimate them."

Thyls chuckled and nodded.

"Really."

"So you thought that when you ordered the army to go west, everyone believed they were going to rescue me?"

"Do you think that the princes of the Western Wilderness have really eaten your bait and have no idea about the conspiracy?"

"Do you think that the main force of the three major families was not hit by the procrastination of Wings of Legend?"

"Do you think that the Kingdom's Secret Division and the Standing Army are really incapable of messing up the plan?"

"Do you think, you and Falkenhauser, who on earth found me in the desert first and took the lead in the'Sand King'?"

At that moment, King Kessel sharpened his eyes.

Tyles sat upright and said solemnly:

"You underestimated them."

"Your Majesty the King."

King Kessel was noncommittal, only his eyes flickered.

"I know, I made the same mistake."

Thyls was a little surprised, remembering the past:

"Years ago, when I escaped from Longxiao City, I thought it was perfect and no one could see through."

"With the help of secret science, such a complicated political situation, such a strange situation, such a coincidence, anyone should first suspect that Prince Thales was kidnapped by the forces in Longxiao City, and I didn't sneak away by myself."

Thyls sighed deeply.

"But I was still caught—just the first day I escaped from Longxiao City."

King Kessel's eyes moved.

Tyles stretched out his left hand, rubbed an abnormal bone, frowned tightly, as if feeling the pain of its cracking again:

"I was caught in the city of Longxiao, a brash man who wields swords and swords and ranks at the forefront of the West, but whose political intelligence is the world's worst."

Thyls sneered slightly:

"Even though it was later proved that the reasoning logic that the meteorite relied on to track me was simply a fake, **** doesn't make sense-damn Lilan cardboard."

Tyles raised his head, dignified eyes, and looked directly at the king:

"So I, like you, have lamented my bad luck countless times, scolded the guy who caused me to show my feet, and cursed the crooked and straightforward logic, but I didn’t doubt my plan and reflected on myself. Responsibility."

King Kessel was silent.

"I was wrong," Thales sighed, calmly and helplessly:

"Because no matter how powerful I am and how clever my strategy, he is destined to catch me at that moment and place."

"Because of the good time in Longxiao City for six full years," Thales clutched his left arm tightly, feeling glum:

"Meteor Seri Nicolai, he regards me as his biggest and most dangerous enemy: he will doubt me when he encounters an accident, he will be wary of me when he encounters an attack, he will look at me when he does something wrong, and I suddenly He will still think of me if he is missing."

"Even if a certain sewer in the Palace of Heroes is blocked," the prince sneered, rather uncomfortable. "In his eyes, I must be behind the scenes. It is my six-year-old conspiracy."

"So I was caught, and I was almost caught back to Longxiao City."

Thyls looked into the invisible distance:

"And I later realized that the reason why I was stared at by him was because I was bound to myself: I ran into a rampage on the night of dragon blood, and turned myself into the eyes of others, the most terrifying and weird in Longxiao City. The most dangerous variable is to reverse the national fortune of Exter."

The king listened silently, not knowing what he thought.

"Western Wilderness is the same," Thales sighed, returning to the reality before him:

"Especially when they treat you as the strongest enemy, Your Majesty."

King Kessel pursed his lips.

"They?"

The king said coldly:

"On the basis of those rotten nobles who are selfish, fat-headed and short-sighted?"

"They are fighting endlessly, even under a banner, they can't do it."

Thyls has a sharp voice:

"Then they will not be able to bow their heads to you and obey you!"

King Kessel lifted his chin.

"They will do it."

King Kessel's eyes sharpened, and he also raised the volume, decisively, beyond doubt:

"They must do it."

"They have to."

Thyls smiled.

"Yes, just like King Nunn once thought that as long as a **** killing and a little bit of political skill, the bitter people of the Freedom League can bow their heads and obey from now on. Listen carefully to Exeter, absolutely not The rebellion against his granddaughter after more than ten years shakes the entire North Land political situation." He said sarcastically.

The next second, the youth's complexion became cold, and his tone changed:

"But do you really think that as long as you are strong enough and clever means, everyone will bow their heads and everything will go well?"

"Then why don't you simply declare that the Western Wilds are traitors and thieves from top to bottom, and order the standing army to strike out to secure the border?"

"Why do everything possible to bypass the Imperial Conference and keep a low profile to promote the'Sand King'?"

"Why use me to make famous pieces and bait as a teacher?"

Thyls paused, looked at the king, calling his name:

"Because you also know the truth, Kessel."

The king frowned.

Looking at King Kessel's deep expression, Thales understood something.

Unlike previous opponents, this time, he could not hold a sharp sword to face the iron-fisted king.

"In the face of domination, a person may cooperate, may be loyal, or may obey," Thales recalled the conversation in his memory:

"But a large group of people? That is a behemoth with a bottomless appetite, an insatiable shark, and will always respond to the ruler that he did not expect, and will catch you off guard."

The young man pointed behind him:

"If you order Officer Marico Vanguard to whip me, I can guarantee that he won't even blink his eyelids."

"But if your order is given to a group of people, such as the entire royal guard? I can also guarantee that there will be some hesitation, some doubts, some upset, some embarrassment, some withdraw, some secretly uncomfortable, some others cope Someone is violating the law."

At that moment, Thales' thoughts returned to the prison of bones in the Western Wilderness.

Think of the old guards.

King Kessel did not speak, he just stared at Thales firmly.

The young man swallowed his throat, walked out of the past, and continued:

"When your army was raging in the Western Wilderness, Your Majesty, you would think that a few months later, one of the sons of the Western Wilderness nobles would actually hide a sword, rush to a feast and commit murder, making the entire kingdom center panicked and caught off guard. Right?"

"And when the'King of Sand' failed and you were trapped in the court and had nothing to do, you would have thought that the owner of the Western Wilderness would bet on me frantically and risky, offering a bargaining chip against him, and give you An alternative way out?"

King Kessel remained silent, but his expression became tighter.

Thyls leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling, feeling a little.

"As a ruler, Your Majesty, your subjects are countless, from the three high-ranking families to the criminals and prisoners in the Yaga camp, but they will always, never, and never follow you step by step. Mind."

The king squinted his eyes:

"These are not your own words."

Thyls lowered his head and met the king's eyes without flinching:

"But this is something you have to admit, and you will never be able to control—'Sand King' is just one example, and this situation is not limited to the Western Wilderness."

Tyles leaves the back of the chair, pushes the plate away, and leaned back on the table.

It's like going back to the battlefield, back to where he fell.

"Yes, Emory's orphan, she may be able to help you out of the momentary distress and embarrassment. The three major families may cooperate with you humiliatingly to avoid the fate of ruin, but then? What then?"

Thyls looked solemn and repeated:

"What then?"

"Where is the Western Wilderness?"

"When you arrive at the cliff, the East China Sea, the Blade, and the North? After the reform of the military system, when you become stronger and stronger, you want to do more and more excessive things, and you have to make trouble More and more enemies?"

Thyls is full of vibes:

"Do you still expect that there will be a second Falkenhaus, a second old bone that is both daring and adventurous and slippery, by mistakes, obediently hand in your chips, Let it be slaughtered?"

The King of Iron Fist still stared at Thales, without saying a word, but the mood in his eyes was different.

"As for this letter..."

Tyles stretched out his hand, grabbed the long-forgotten "Emerald City Substitute Petition," and chuckled.

"Why, do you really think that the lord of the iris, the guardian duke of the South Bank, the young Jen Kevin Deere, is so elegant and easy-going, knowledgeable and reasonable? And this inferior temporary contracting horse will Successfully drove the chariot, starting from the South Coast, benefiting the whole country, and bringing the ending you want?"

The next second, the king's eyes changed:

I saw Thales exerting his hands and tearing the letter in half without hesitation!

King Kessel finally spoke, unable to hide his anger: "You--"

But Thales smiled and interrupted him:

"Believe me, Your Majesty, even if you drive the standing army into the Kongming Palace in the Emerald City, the treacherous Jen—do you know what method he used to get the vampire to catch up with me—you can give You get a lot of trouble, and it's never easier than Xihuang."

"And this is only the Western Famine, only the South Bank, but the powerful princes here oppose you, hinder you, and defeat you."

"And next time, there will be other people in other places, countless people, for the same reasons and concerns, they will use more and more diverse ways to respond to you in unexpected ways when you rack your brains. , Hinder you, frustrate you."

Thyls was very firm, and he tore the letter paper to pieces without stopping:

"Not only the ‘Sand King’, not only the military, not only the lords and vassals, not only the royal council."

"Farther away, there was a conference six years ago in the country, and there was a ‘Rising Star’ and Val Allende who was defeated by you."

"A little closer, there was the accident of the royal family banquet, and there was this false petition by Jane who did not know how many pits were buried."

Tyls Young opened his hand, letting fragments of the letter paper scattered all over the place.

And King Kessel looked at the fragments from a distance, clasped the arm of the chair, his eyes were very angry.

"Once the interests are damaged, the rule will encounter difficulties, and the living space will be squeezed," Thales's voice continues, sounding cold and ruthless:

"Their first reaction can always be resistance and counterattack, and the first target they are fighting against will always and only be Fuxing Palace."

"It's you."

At that moment, Thales looked like a sword and struck back:

"Because for them, the Iron Fist King is too powerful and terrible."

"It is so strong that you can't do anything. As long as you are still sitting on the throne, you are already everyone's enemy. They are bound to encounter their instinctive vigilance and resistance, both on the surface and in the dark."

"Because for them, the Iron Fist King is too obvious and too special."

"Up to this day, the excuses and conveniences that Bloody Year gave you to'rejuvenate the kingdom' have been exhausted. What you have done can no longer be concealed. The Fuxing Palace has already unknowingly surpassed all threats and became Their chief enemy."

King Kessel took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and closed his eyes.

But Thales was not affected at all, as if all this was expected:

"So you look around, but you are everywhere, and you move forward, but you are struggling."

"Therefore, everything goes wrong from the inside to the outside. From top to bottom, everything is impossible."

Thyls shook his head slightly: "No, Your Majesty."

"You can't do anything."

"Nothing can be done."

His voice is painful and deep:

"Nothing can be done."

The next second, King Kessel opened his eyes suddenly!

"Alarmism."

He said coldly: "The mouth is full of words."

Thyls gave a hum and spread his hands:

"But there is nothing you can do."

The youth's brows gradually gathered:

"You can defeat them, but you can't destroy them: in the face of a pile of loose sand and a mess, you are in a dilemma, and you don't even know where they will jump out to hinder you, or which link will go wrong.' Sha Throughout the whole process of Wang's, you seem to take the initiative to attack from all directions, and no one dares to spur you. In fact, most of the time you just swung your sword in vain and suffered a full loss."

At that moment, King Kessel's expression became a little sordid.

But Thales' words continue, which is disturbing:

"And they, they are all over the kingdom, up and down, all over the world, southeast and northwest."

"They hide in every gap of interest, ambition, desire, position, and will. Unexpected and unpredictable, they may change from cowardly to fearless, from low eyebrows to death, anytime and anywhere. It has to be generous and fanatical, from indifference and selfishness to anger and despair, from being conservative to being bold and enterprising."

"You will never see them: when you slash and slash, your opponent disappears without a trace, but when you look back, you are shocked to see enemies everywhere."

Thyls thought of something and couldn't help but hum:

"It’s like a police officer on the streets of the capital. It’s not a problem to only kill the most vicious and vicious criminals, because he is facing the entire Lower City. His enemies are hidden in the unreachable corners and the least. In the eye-catching mediocrity, the roots and sprouts are endless, which makes him burnt and powerless."

Tyles raised his gaze and shot the king's eyes directly:

"And you, your majesty, what you are facing..."

"It's the entire star."

At the end of the long table, the king sank his face into the darkness beyond the light.

"The enemy is weak, we are strong, the enemy is new, and the enemy is scattered we are one."

Thyls said solemnly:

"This is your biggest and only advantage."

"But the enemy separates and gathers, the enemy hides and we are visible, the enemy is dark and we are clear, the enemy is clear, the enemy is many and we are few, and the enemy is strange and we are right."

Thyls is cold and authentic:

"These are your most painful and uncomfortable predicaments."

King Kessel looked at Thales with a strange look.

"If you do as you do, do as usual, my lord," Thales said:

"So it is not difficult to foresee, not only the'Sand King', but everything you want in the future will be half the result with half the effort, and there will be many obstacles."

The next moment, Thales stared sharply:

"You will not succeed, I will tell you that."

"Whether it is military reforms, land inspections, tax reforms, centralization, or other bullshit."

"You will never succeed."

Thyls stared at King Kessel, as if he was about to split the other's skull with his eyes, and see the thoughts inside:

"Until the day when you are full of lofty ambitions and unwillingness to die, your majesty."

He repeated every word:

"You, no, success."

The voice fell.

The Ballard room was silent.

For quite a long time, Thales and the king faced each other silently, and no one spoke a word.

Finally, King Kessel moved.

He reached out his hand and grabbed the knife.

In the rustling noise, the king lowered his head and resumed cutting and eating.

"Just at the beginning, you changed your title," King Kessel said lightly:

"Don't call me'father' anymore."

Thyls' eyes moved slightly.

Yes.

"Because I am no longer sitting here as your son, Your Majesty."

The prince is calm, but his voice is steady and firm:

"In the name of the Duke of Xinghu, I attended the Imperial Conference and spoke to the noble and wise King Kessel."

The king's cutting of meat stopped for a second.

"Interesting."

King Kessel’s expression is not discernible, but he starts eating again:

"Then what is your suggestion?"

Tyles took a deep breath and spoke carefully:

"You know that I am right, you always know."

"It's just that you are accustomed to holding power, and when you say something, you are no longer willing to condescend and bend down," the prince frowned:

"To listen to different sounds."

King Kessel picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and snorted coldly.

Tyles lowered his head and adjusted his breathing.

"The old method is no longer working, Your Majesty," the boy said seriously:

"You need—we need..."

Talston took a moment and changed back to the original statement:

"No, it's still you, only you-in the face of such a dilemma, you need to change your mind."

King Kessel's eyes moved imperceptibly.

"Change your mind?"

Thyls nodded slightly, his expression serious.

"For the Western Wilderness, let me come forward, Your Majesty, I will take over and achieve what you want."

The king was silent for a while and smiled coldly.

"So in the final analysis, this is the previous condition."

He looked at Thales coldly, disdainfully said:

"The so-called'change your mind' is to accept the deal Falkenhauser gave me, push you out, exchange his bargaining chips, and eventually cause the royal family to fight and destroy the foundation of the Fuxing Palace."

Rejected again, but this time, Thales didn't react too much. He just exhaled and shook his head with a smile.

"No, **** Falkenhauser."

Thyls said with a smile.

King Kessel narrowed his eyes.

I saw the prince chuckling and rudely:

"Go to his deal, go to his sword, go to his bargaining chip."

He said sincerely:

"Go to that yin and yang evil old bone."

"From now on, this has nothing to do with him, Your Majesty."

Tyles solemnly said:

"It is only about you and me."

King Kessel pulled a piece of meat away and responded with a sneer.

"That's you, Duke of Thales."

"It's your own kindness, or greed." The king raised his knife, and the tip of the knife met Thales's cheek in his vision again:

"Do you want to persuade me to face the group of local princes, slow down the pace by easing measures, and gradually advance gentle governance?"

Thyls smiled slightly and did not answer.

King Kessel's smile disappeared.

"Then I have seen it too, and the original words will be returned," the Supreme King said coldly:

"You are not destined to succeed."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

Just listen to King Kessel using a sermon tone that he rarely hears, quietly said:

"Moderation means compromise, compromise means concession, concession means shaking, shaking means giving up, and giving up..."

Kessel V has a meal~IndoMTL.com~ hummed:

"It means you went the wrong way from the beginning."

"You will soon be trapped in their seemingly righteous, but insidious and cunning position, and you can't help it."

At that moment, a cold light appeared in the king's eyes:

"And one day, when you no longer meet their interests, when you no longer respond to their voices, when you no longer cater to their wishes, you will be opposed, despised, expelled, abandoned, Betrayal."

King Kessel whispered:

"Just like the'Sand King' back then."

The king spoke quickly and continued quietly:

"And my father."

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