Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 116: Prosperity and decline

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Quick rope lay on the ‘bed’ board grinningly, shaking his wrist that was sore from the fierce fight, saying:

"Let me guess, Dean deliberately led them away, and the target is you."

A broken animal oil lamp illuminates the mercenary’s hut. Dean’s body is already covered with coarse cloth, lying quietly underground, while Thales is sitting on the ground, leaning against the corner, without losing Watching the cozy fast rope of the'bed' vigilantly.

After a long while, Thales said softly after finally sorting out his clues:

"What's going on? Why, why are you..."

"What's the matter?" Quick rope put his hands behind his head and looked at the mottled sky "flower" board: "You see it like this."

"I always thought that, except for some old people in Longxiao City, no one would know the news that I was alive."

The fast rope pounced at the human body covered with coarse cloth:

"Until this guy shows up."

His tone is still relaxed, as if there is no ‘cloudy’ sunny day.

"The darkroom is always ubiquitous, right?"

"Father and Suriel didn't like the Kashan'woman', so I kept her away."

Tyles glanced at Dean in the ground.

He clenched his fists subconsciously.

"I don't understand." He turned to the fast rope and asked the biggest doubt "confusion": "Your hair color, your Camus accent, and your age..."

Quick rope chuckled.

"Do you know that Kang Mas is a place of gods, with different city-states of different colors, diverse races, and strange territories," the former prince exclaimed:

"And in the route they opened up, the Zante Islands in the southwest of the mainland, produced a **** dye. The local tribes used it to dye their hair or even apply makeup. It won’t fall off for a month. I just need to worry about the roots. Part of..."

Tyles frowned as he watched the fast rope rubbing his red hair.

"As for accent and age..."

"Maybe you didn't notice yourself, Prince Stars," the fast rope side turned his head and smiled at Thales: "But to me, you, who have been in the north for six years, are now full of Northland. Accent, and you don’t look like a simple fourteen-year-old boy."

He arched his shoulders.

Thyls lowered his head in silence.

"Are they all fake?"

The star prince asked uncomfortably: "Starting from the great desert, the fast rope for telling jokes, the fast rope for fighting with everyone, the fast rope for fighting for the rights of dead companions, and even the fast rope for'cannot write'. ......You have been acting?"

Quickline's face dimmed.

"No," he put his hands together blankly, "not all fake."

"You know, when a pampered and discouraged prince walks out of the castle, the first thing he finds is that the outside world is not so beautiful."

The poor-quality lights slowly dimmed, and the room turned black again.

Thyls remained motionless.

"So that, on the first afternoon when the foolish prince arrived in Kangmas and arrived in the'city of a thousand sails' in Variel, he was deceived of all his little savings-by the way, he crossed the black path Those three hundred gold coins from him are really outrageous-he had to sell himself to a long-distance ship, and start his maiden voyage that he never dreamed of, opening an unprecedented chapter in his life."

Quick rope said dumbly: "In six years, he abandoned a lot and learned a lot."

Speaking of this, the fast rope snorted slightly.

"When I went to sea for the first time, the captain was a violent temper, and he always pointed at the sail rope that was not fastened or should be loosened and yelled at me:'Hurry up! Rope!' "

His tone was full of emotion: "In this way, I got the first nickname in my life."

Thyls still dignifiedly leaned against the corner.

Until the next sentence of the fast rope, came with a slight depression:

"Not a **** ‘born king’."

Thyls frowned.

He suddenly thought of King Nunn, but found that no matter what, it was difficult to connect him with the optimistic, open-minded, but strangely complicated fast rope.

"What kind of nickname will you get, Thales, have you thought about it?"

Quick rope suddenly asked with interest: "The Adventure King? The Hostage King?"

Tyles recovered and sighed slightly: "Moral..."

"Ah, I see."

In the darkness, the voice of the fast rope fluctuates slightly, with a slight complacency: "The King of Bad Luck."

The chuckle of the fastline reappeared.

Thyls did not respond.

Until the laughter of the fast rope slowly diminished.

"Why."

"Six years ago," Thales asked hoarsely, "Why leave."

This time, there was a long silence in the room.

Quickline sighed lightly, like a prisoner undergoing trial and preparing to face fate

"This question, in the first few years, I asked myself countless times."

The voice of the fast rope faintly sounded: "The answer is different every time."

"But in the past two or three years, that answer has gradually become clear."

Dark, he slowly sat up, his clear eyes gleaming slightly in the moonlight:

"Because this is my choice."

Tyles' breathing became faster.

What King Chaman said to him, his evaluation of Moral, all came to mind.

Everything experienced six years ago flashed back like yesterday.

"But you left so irresponsibly?"

Thyls clenched his teeth unknowingly: "Leave your country, your people, your relatives..."

The silhouette of the express rope trembling in the moonlight.

"Do you know how much your disappearance has caused the entire Longxiao City to suffer? You know, your willfulness almost caused the two countries to meet each other, causing countless deaths and injuries? You know, your decision caused What fate did I, Jean Rumba, Jean Selma, and your father King Nuen face?"

At that moment, Thales seemed to return to the crypt of the Fuxing Palace, and the heavy, majestic, faintly powerful voice rang in his ears.

Fate will help you prepare

In the past six years, blood, death, betrayal, murder, politics, helplessness and powerlessness, helplessness and regret, if this is the fate of the prince...

Thyls' mood is getting more and more "chaotic".

In the face of fate, the person in front of you...

"How is he?"

"My father." Quickrope spoke hoarsely, interrupting Thales' thoughts that he didn't know if he was jealous or unwilling: "How was he when he was dying six years ago?"

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

Nun VII.

The born king.

The indifferent old man rubbing the ring.

"All these years, all I have heard are rumors, but you are there, Thales," Fastrope said faintly, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice:

"You are there."

For a time, only two people breathed in the house.

Thyls was silent for a while.

Dragon blood.

The night six years ago was too memorable.

"I don't know how to describe it, but then..."

Finally, Thales sighed and suppressed the sudden surge of unrest.

"He is not bad, Nunn still maintains the domineering and majesty of the natural king."

He tells the past to the fast rope, like telling the story of his family to a son who never goes home:

"At that time, he had just punished Fengzhao City and unified the power of other princes, and the black sand collar was not a problem."

Thyls mused: "And he has passed the crisis of disaster again, witnessed the return of the Queen of the Sky, and is thinking about some lessons for the disaster of breaking his toys."

The prince was emotionally disappointed and said: "He is even considered exhaustive, planning the future of Walton and Longxiao City."

And... the future of the Star Prince.

Quickrope smiled.

"Oh, it's still the same." His mouth "kiss" was quite nostalgic, but it was almost overflowing with sadness.

"Keep everything...in your hands."

Thyls nodded.

"This is him before his death, the last King Nunn," the prince said with difficulty: "Until..."

He didn't go on.

"Really."

Quick rope took his words, in an unclear tone.

Thyls sighed: "Don't worry, everything happened very quickly. In an instant, he didn't feel any pain and passed away."

Two seconds of silence.

"Really."

The fast rope leans against the wall and hugs the knees tightly: "What about Longxiao City?"

Tyles' breathing is stagnant.

"Really?" With a faint resentment, the prince asked, "Ask me?"

"The disaster came to the shield area, fighting with the queen of the sky till the morning, killing and wounding... After the death of the king, rumors were everywhere, the order was'chaotic', and the army led by the black sand entered the city at night and met with the Lisban swordsman ," Thales took a deep breath, as if listening to a stranger telling an unfamiliar story: "The Blade Guard suffered a heavy loss, and Nicolai took the last man to fight back."

Thyls's tone is getting more and more urgent.

"Rumba once occupied the Palace of Valor, and the five princes held each other’s future and their lives in the Hall of Heroes. They pressed their hands on the hilt and saw their lives and deaths. Grand Duke Ronnie and Duke Olesiu had even come out. Sheath, plan to die with Rumba."

"Kaslan, Mike...Countless people died in that **** tug of war."

Every time he said a word, the shadow of the fast rope trembled.

"Finally, Selma—I mean Alex Walton was under heavy pressure, and under their unkind eyes, it was difficult to succeed."

Finally, Thales stared at the figure wearing the ‘bed’ board:

"Under countless pairs of hatred eyes, Chaman Rumba wears a **** crown, stepped on countless bones in the sword rain, and crowned as king, for Chaman I."

The fast rope exhaled heavily.

"In the past six years, the city of Longxiao has been turbulent and turbulent. The qualifications of the'female' grand duke have been deeply questioned. The vassals are full of contradictions. The king has no good intentions. He was trapped there until now."

"This is the answer you want."

"Are you satisfied?"

Thyls said coldly: "Avoiding responsibility, Moral Walton who caused all this."

Quick rope stayed silent for a long time.

Until a full ten seconds later.

"So this is the answer, thank you." Quickline replied feebly.

"I am sorry."

Thyls frowned tightly.

"Are you sorry?"

The Star Prince sneered: "That is your country, your city, and your hometown."

"And you're'regret'?"

Quickline shook his head.

"Thyls."

His ‘kiss’ is a little deep.

"When you said to Dean that you don't want to ask so much, but you just want me to disappear forever, I thought you would at least understand some."

The fast rope seemed to have lost something, his tone was not ‘exquisite’, but there was an unspeakable grief.

Tyles took a deep breath: "If you were still six years ago—well, I mean, if you escaped the assassination, at least choose to return to Longxiao City..."

Quick rope suddenly raised his head!

"That won't change anything!"

He said coldly.

Thyls was stunned.

"Still the same,'conspiracy', tricks, politics, interests..." Fast Rope almost gritted his teeth and said: "Whether Dragon City or Exeter, Rumba or Walton, everything No change."

Thyls looked at him blankly.

"Of course I know that the casualties are heavy and the cost is high."

Quickrope said sadly: "This is a struggle for power."

"You accused my avoidance of bringing disaster."

"But how do you know that if I stay in the seat of the Duke of Dragon City and even King Exter, fewer people will be killed now? The disaster will be small now? The crime committed will be lighter now? Dragon? Will Xiaocheng be lucky and stable now?"

Tyles clenched his teeth.

"You don't know, Thales."

Quick rope is cold and authentic:

"You think that the disasters and disasters of Longxiao City, the turbulence and upheaval of Exter are really just Rumba’s conspiracy, or my willfulness, or father’s Caused by loss?"

He straightened his waist from the wall.

"My father, the natural king, when he was alive, he was able to overwhelm the princes and militaristically. He pushed the majesty of Longxiao City to the top in three generations. Exter is not the only one."

Quick rope tone is cold:

"However, it is destined that he has long become someone’s enemy—the enemy of all princes, the enemy of the fief aristocratic, the enemy of the Westland countries, and even the enemy of the people under his rule, even if there is no rumba, no dark room In a year without **** "color", even if there is no accident by Suril, there is no... without me leaving, one day, these enemies will also be "colored" with other faces and roles, such as Ronnie, Lecco, Trudida, even his most trusted subordinate, was played by another group of people who were dissatisfied with him, and rolled back until it flooded the throne of Longxiao City."

The enemy of King Nunn...

Thyls meditated, and the people who were responsible for the dragon's blood six years ago appeared in front of him: the Great Duke of Black Sand who was'forced' to a desperate situation, and the fickle Marquis of Comus, hidden deeply. The dark room, the black market forces in the'yin' ditch, and even the supreme king of the stars.

Even a petty man like Greveo sneered at his king and dismissed him.

And King Nunn's side... only half of his Dragon City.

"The reason why my father died was not due to the failure of a certain strategy, an accident, or someone's stupid actions," the fast rope tone was painful: "but because in this era, he climbed Too high, too many people want him to die."

Thyls froze.

For countless days and nights, when he recalled the dragon's blood six years ago, what came to his mind were Nunn's missteps, Rumba's cruelty, the dark room's'insidious' danger, the secret of secret science, and the princes The organs are exhausted.

But...

"Between extreme prosperity and extreme decline, there is only a fine line."

"This is the general trend, Thales," the tone of the fast rope is getting more and more urgent:

"After returning from the sea and surviving from death, I understood: History is not controlled by individuals with noble status and extraordinary power, but by the countless unstoppable waves of the world, unfathomable. The whirlpool, the sea'tide' that shakes thousands of miles and the trade wind are determined."

"If the head of the tide is blocked, no matter how strong the warship is, it will be broken to pieces. If set off by the wind, no matter how fragile the sampan is, it can travel thousands of miles. In front of it, even the heroes will not be able to return. Even if it is a grass-roots, you can climb to the top."

"Too many people only see ‘conspiracy’ tricks, fighting over and under, heroes and gangsters."

"But before the raging'tide', individuals were too small, and there are actually very few things we can do~ IndoMTL.com~ no one can go against the trend and turn the tide-it's just us to those, The illusion of the characters that surfaced at the end of the'wave' tide'."

"Don't say it's my father, even if it is the reincarnation of the Fuxing King and the Dragon Knight King, it is the same... even if my father succeeds in handing over the throne to me." His tone trembled slightly.

"I can see very clearly, no matter who sits on that throne, Longxiao City is destined to prosper and decline, no matter who leads the dragon kingdom, Exeter will also have a'tide' rise and'tide' fall."

Quickline stared at Thales in silence.

"Like the blood of your kingdom, like an empire that was once invincible."

Tyles clenched his fists subconsciously.

"Do you think that now Longxiao City is wobbly and turbulent because of a ‘female’ Grand Duke, must it be a bad thing?"

The fast rope lowered his head.

"How do you know that if the Dragon City at this time, if this is after King Nunn, the daunting power is still inherited by an orthodox male'sex' descendant, still holding up the natural king Authority, the new kings and the old princes, the secretly and bright enemies, will not use the weight and wrists that are a hundred times more terrifying to deal with the city of Longxiao, like the ants that cannibalize the corpses of insects, and eat us only. Wreckage?"

"Will the casualties and losses be more severe now?"

"I am not them, Thales, I am not a father, I am not Suriel, and I am not even my cousin-Charman Rumba who killed his brother, but even them..."

Quick rope is holding his arms, his voice is shaking:

"I can’t do it, Thales, in that abyss-like despair, in the kind of breathless air filled with intrigues, in those days when everyone is living in hell. Here, apart from taking Longxiao City and Exter to destruction..."

"Nothing can be done."