Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 117: Behind the door

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The night is getting dark and the temperature is getting colder.

On the corridor outside Ballard, the Royal Guard arranged as few as possible (for secrecy) and as many as possible (for sufficient) to form the most efficient and strict defense and siege formation, filling the line of sight Every corner within reach.

The guards in the innermost circle remained absolutely quiet and focused, and stood ready.

They are all elites drawn from the Six Wings, with both experience and ability, and they are keeping their eyes on the door of the Imperial Conference Room while pressing their weapons.

It seems that what is locked behind the door is not something else, but the most mysterious, cruel and terrifying beast in the Fuxing Palace. It is grinding its teeth and licking its claws, hissing and roaring, and may break out of the door at any time and choose someone to eat. .

But they cannot be timid, let alone shrink back.

They are the imperial guards, inherited through the ages, and have their own vows that they will guard this gate until the emperor's order reappears.

Or the throne will rest.

The lights flickered, and the corridors were lonely.

Time passed by, and the anxiety spread in the air, and the fingers pressed against the hilt became tighter and tighter.

The heavy Shimen remained motionless, silent.

In the face of countless pairs of increasingly sharp gazes, it is not shocked, does its duty, and keeps all the beasts firmly behind.

As in the past six hundred years.

Six doctors specializing in trauma and first aid, toxicology and pharmacology, and other different categories of doctors were urgently called by the baron of the court and ordered to wait outside. They were confused and worried but did not dare to ask more. In the suffocating atmosphere, he beats his spirit, trembling in endless speculation and prayer.

It was also waiting. Behind the third row of guards, a few high-ranking officials were calm and calm, and could even pace leisurely and talk in low voices.

But as time passed, their expressions remained the same, except that they paced faster and faster, and the intervals between conversations became shorter and shorter.

The air is dead and the palace is deep.

The messengers and trusted servants bowed their heads. They kept appearing from corners, infiltrating into the crowd and disappearing in a hurry, coming and going without warning, only in the ears of a few people and on the wall where the light shines. The chattering and glimpses of ghosts.

Time is probably still moving forward, but it seems to be going slower and slower, stopping and admiring the changes it has brought to the surroundings:

In the silence, the guards never felt that their breathing was so heavy that they could even raise the dust two inches in front of their noses.

They have never discovered that their hearing is so sensitive, just the clicking sound of the friction of the bones and joints can make the muscles of soldiers two feet away tense.

And their eyelids are so fearful of loneliness that every moment they touch each other, saying hello to each other, lest they be alone.

As for their hearts, they are so powerful.

In the palace, when the heartbeats of hundreds of people gathered together, faster and heavier, it felt like a huge monster named Fuxing Palace just left A long sleep, slowly waking up.

And that stone gate—everyone stared at it attentively—is its fierce eye about to open.

This makes everyone terrified.

What happened?

What will happen?

What should they do if...

Should we swing a sword?

Or should I step back?

The political insights brought by guarding the palace all the year round made the royal guards feel uneasy while composing themselves.

They want to turn their heads, look at each other, and exchange emotions.

At least get some comfort in the same doubts, and eliminate confusion and loneliness among the kind led by others.

The orders of the guards are clear and clear.

【This sword is only brandished for the emperor's order, it is only for the emperor's edict to break, and it is useless. 】

The habit engraved in their bones and developed through countless training repetitions allows them to restrain themselves and maintain vigilance.

This allows them to force themselves to dispel distracting thoughts, refocus their gazes that were slightly distracted by waiting, and put them on the thick stone gate that they had guarded countless times, but not once made them anxious and nervous... …

"Boom!"

Everyone shook together!

I saw the dark stone gate that seemed to never open again, suddenly splitting a gap from the center.

"Boom..."

The behemoth opened his eyes.

This is everyone's first thought.

Following the mechanical and unpleasant rubbing sound, Shimen's dark eyelids slowly parted on both sides.

The golden-red brilliance radiated from the crack of the door, which looked like a blaze of light, but also a **** red.

In just a few seconds, Shimen stopped.

It only opened a gap for a single person to pass through, with golden-red brilliance, just like a half-opened animal eye.

Like sleeplessly, like awake.

It seems that this giant beast is immersed in the nightmare.

The cold wind came from behind the door, and the royal guards in the first row were extremely vigilant, stepping back together!

"This door of Fuxing Palace...well, it's quite heavy."

I saw the dark beast in front of me open its deep and ominous mouth, jokingly and deeply:

"But it's not about being still."

What emerged from the narrow beast eyes was a darker black figure. He stood against the stone gates on both sides, panting and sneering in a low voice:

"What do you say?"

The royal guards instinctively stretched out their hands and moved their steps, the swords were unsheathed, and the array formed!

Looking at this scene, the dark figure in the middle of the door was silent for a while, and sighed.

"Okay," Sombra leaned over and squeezed out the narrow door, "Just don't help."

"I... come by myself."

The black shadow gritted his teeth, twisted his cheeks, and forced his way out of the door of Ballard's room, which allowed the light to illuminate his face—Prince Thales came to the hallway pale, looking at the head surging in front of him. Everyone looked at him like an enemy.

Wow.

In this scene, I believe you said they came to hunt dragons.

The tired boy looked back at the Ballard room, and then at the impenetrable royal guard in front of him, a little helpless.

Get out of the treacherous hall...

Walk into the heavily guarded encirclement...

This scene, seemingly familiar?

Looking at the prince's whole body, the guards in the first row were silent for only a moment, then they all pressed their swords and came forward!

"Stay steady!"

The voice of Lord Adrian, the captain of the general guard, sounded. He pushed aside the crowd and patted his nervous subordinates from time to time to relax them one by one.

"It's okay, relax, relax, it's over."

Adrian's voice seems to have soothing magical power, wherever he goes, the sword's edges droop.

"Your Highness, it's just a quarter of an hour!"

The captain greeted Thales with ease. While talking, he looked at the Ballard room in the crack of the door: "I'm just going in for dessert..."

"No, Lord Adrian, the meal time is over."

Tyles exhaled, put Adrian's shoulders recklessly, and leaned forward, squeezing forward in the rigid posture of the people around him, and squeezed into the blockade formation of the Royal Guard.

Adrian saw clearly what was going on in the crack of the door, he frowned and turned back:

"Then you..."

"Don't worry," Thales waved his hand indifferently:

"In case you are curious..."

Facing the guards who were vigilant and suspicious, he took a deep breath, spreading his palms to his mouth, and shouted at the ceiling:

"Guo, Wang, still, not, dead!"

Tyles used the crime of Hell River, and the sound was thunderous, and the whole corridor was clearly up and down.

The lights are flashing, and the crowds are huge.

Tyles patted the two royal guards with amazement in front of them, pushed them away tiredly, and did not forget to add a sentence to make the people around them change color again:

"Not dead yet."

Adrian frowned, he glanced at Thales's back, then turned his head, motioned to his subordinates to open the stone door and enter the Ballard room to ask the king:

"Your Majesty..."

On the other side, Thales squeezed people who were surprised or nervous, regardless of whether he was a servant doctor or a guard guard, he said without hesitation:

"If you are waiting for the king to give me an order to arrest me or release me, don't think about it!"

"He didn't dare to catch me because I was holding his handle!"

The suspicion and commotion among the crowd grew.

"He can't let me go, because he is the king anyway."

Thyls squeezed past the third row of guards and was pleased to see them consciously giving way to both sides:

"So please do your best, and be considerate of the king's difficulties!"

"Just as... Didn't see me?"

The guards were unbelievable. They exchanged glances or asked their boss for help, but the captain of the guard was still in the Ballard room, and their efforts were of no avail.

"Borrow light, borrow light!"

Thyls stepped forward amidst countless people’s surprised and dreaded gazes, slouching as the clouds see the sun:

"The event is over. I will catch the subway to go home. I have to go to school and work tomorrow..."

But he was feeling that this group of sweaty big guys didn't know how to give way, Adrian walked out of the Ballard room and solemnly ordered:

"The Royal Guard, everyone present today, report to your immediate superiors, go back to their respective offices, and stay overnight to work overtime!"

The guards were stunned, and there was another restlessness.

Adrian looked at Thales from a distance, with a complex expression:

"We still have... paperwork."

Tyles saw with satisfaction that the guards that had filled the corridors finally dispersed. Many people couldn't help looking at Thales before leaving. Their eyes were like looking at a monster, full of surprise, Dread and doubt.

"His Royal Highness, I am glad you are safe."

Tyles stopped and looked at the several nobles in costumes ahead.

"Master Cullen, Prime Minister," the prince sighed, looking at the old prince with a big belly in front of him with a smile on his face, and the imperial court officials who looked complicated and hesitant around him:

"And you, consultant Sodor, Director Joker, Viscount Connie..."

"Have you always been here?"

"Of course not!"

Prime Minister Cullen looked elated, he happily patted his bulging belly:

"I came here after eating!"

("I want to sneak in, but this group... don't leave..."-Joke, annoyed and muttering)

"After all..."

The prime minister turned his eyes and gestured to the Ballard room:

"The meeting is not over yet."

Tyles nodded, his gaze flicked over the prime minister, to the other imperial ministers behind him.

He noticed that Gilbert was not among them.

"Then, it's over now." The boy said calmly.

But the Sodor consultant who has been watching him has an illusion:

The prince said these words, quite indisputable.

"His Royal Highness," hesitated and kept paying attention to the Ballard room, the Secretary of Commerce Connie still spoke: "You and Your Majesty..."

"It's okay, I'm bored, ask him to fight," Thales didn't care, smiling all over his face:

"That's it."

I feel bored and quarrel with him...

The subjects looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

"About what?"

The Secretary of Commerce and Trade, Viscount Connie, asked:

"Your marriage?"

Thyls hummed softly.

"Yeah, I guess, he won't force me to marry someone I don't like anymore."

As soon as this statement came out, military advisor Sodor became more confused. Compared with the morning, the young man who had just walked out of Ballard's room made him feel strange.

Except for those who stayed on duty, the surrounding royal guards gradually dispersed, and from time to time looked at these high-ranking central officials.

"So that's it," Viscount Connie was reluctant:

"Which girl is the candidate you rejected, let me take the liberty to ask?"

Tyles exhaled, feeling inexplicably irritable.

"Whoever belongs to him," but fortunately, the smiling Duke Cullen inserted in time and personally took over the topic that bored Thales, who was already tired:

"Then you must not mind. Consider considering my granddaughters?"

Thyls smiled perfunctorily, and saw that the people around him were almost scattered, so he didn't intend to consume it:

"Your Majesty said that today's Royal Front Meeting is over, it's time to go and let it go."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was surprised.

"Great!"

The sleepy Qiu Ke suddenly opened his eyes. He snapped his fingers happily, tearing down gratefully: "I knew it!"

Consultant Sodor frowned:

"But we still have business..."

"I know," Thales interrupted him with a wave of his hand, impatiently saying:

"There is still something to talk about, right."

Tyles looked at the Ballard room, looked at the looming figure, and sneered:

"About alternate service, tax payment, Western Wilderness, expansion of the standing army, reduction of levies..."

He was very carefree and did not hide his volume, which greatly changed the expressions of the imperial officials including Shuoduo!

"His Royal Highness speaks carefully!"

The military adviser interrupted Thales and looked around nervously:

"This is, this is..."

Tyles patted his forehead, as if suddenly awakened.

"Oh, yes, this is a secret of the kingdom," the prince turned his head lazily and said loudly to the few royal guards who were still present:

"So what, Kingdom Secrets, guys, you didn't hear anything! Didn't hear anything! Did you hear? You didn't hear it!"

Several guards turned around in confusion, not knowing why.

The imperial court officials who knew what was at stake looked earthy and looked at each other.

Suo Duo was even more surprised.

"Yeah, you may not believe it," Prime Minister Cullen interrupted the conversation just right, he was excited:

"This time the chef of Fuxing Palace unexpectedly made a new dish!"

I have been tired for a long time, and now I just want to find a piece of flat ground to lie on, Thales doesn’t want to talk to him anymore, smirking:

"Very well, good night."

He stopped looking at the face of the Duke of East China Sea, turned around and left.

"No, the meeting is not over," Behind him, consultant Sodor tried his best to stop the ministers who were going to leave:

"Everyone, with all due respect, today's Imperial Conference is very important. Now the kingdom is at a critical moment. The enemy has already taken action. We have to respond..."

Tyles paused.

"Oh, he wants me to bring you a message, sir."

Thyls turned his head, pointed his thumb in the direction of Ballard's room, and smiled:

"The Kingdom's Secret Section is acting in time."

"That letter...safe."

As soon as this statement came out, several adults were taken aback at the same time.

"Believe?" Viscount Connie recalled, suspiciously:

"Oh, you mean the letter just arrived today—"

Consultant Sodor was surprised: "Ann, is it safe?"

"What do you mean?"

Treasurer Qiu Ke rolled his eyes and did not hesitate:

"You mean the person who deliberately leaked Kevin Deere's letter caught it?"

The imperial court officials are all together:

"Juke!"

"Sorry, the mouth is coming soon," Qiu Ke didn't care, turning his head: "But the secret department just said they can't..."

Master Manager's complexion changed and he turned and looked around:

"It's weird, what about that scar face? I remember it was here just now! Where is the person?"

"The letter was recovered, that is to say," Viscount Connie said solemnly:

"We still have room for change, as long as we assume that the letter does not exist?"

Thyls watched the ministers back and forth with cold eyes.

It's strange.

This morning, when he was listening to the briefing in the royal conference room, he never felt that way.

This kind of strange, indifferent, indifferent, boring, as if separated by a thick curtain...

The sense of playing chess.

Yes, a sense of chess.

It's like... the way he uses magic power.

Thyls was deeply in his heart.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of disputes among the officials, Duke Cullen was the only one who stayed aside and saw him squinted and smiled:

"Ah, that's good."

"With the power of the kingdom's secret science, it is natural not to be fooled by nights."

Consultant Sodor clenched his teeth in disbelief, and walked to the Ballard room:

"No, it's impossible, I'm going to see your majesty..."

But Thales raised his arm slightly, blocking his way.

"Don't do this, Lord Shuduo."

"Ten minutes ago, I tore the letter in front of him," the prince wrote lightly:

"Your Majesty is in anger at this moment."

Tyers was as light as a mosquito and let the ministers be quiet.

They looked at the teenager in surprise.

"What?"

Suo Duo turned his head in amazement, unable to believe:

"Letter, you, you?"

Tyles lowered his arm and nodded blankly:

"Trust me, you don't want to see him now, let alone mention it to him."

Suo Duo was short of breath, his face flushed, he was silent for a second, and then rushed to Thales:

"You--"

"Senior soldier! Stay! Stay!" The premonitioned Qiu Ke firmly grabbed Shuoduo's waist from the side, so that he could not let him go forward with all his strength: "Calm down, that's the prince, the prince! Oops, if the letter is gone, it will be gone. Anyway, I don’t plan to use it. After that, it’s not leaked. We don’t have to worry. What are you worried about..."

The other ministers reacted and quickly gathered around to discourage Shuoduo.

Thyls watched this scene coldly.

The Prime Minister smiled and hummed a little song.

But the Sodor consultant struggled and was extremely angry:

"No, you don’t understand, don’t understand! You know that is, that is—"

"Yes," Thales responded calmly:

"It was in exchange for my life-Kevin Deere's confession letter."

Suo Duo was taken aback, then paused.

"Oh, yes, that, next time you have to dispatch the standing army, or check the accounts of other people's homes, and engage in such kind of moths," Thales slowly turned around, smiling at the military holding each other. Advisor and Treasurer:

"Tell me first, okay?"

He helplessly spread his hands:

"Otherwise, I will have to do this again."

The military adviser choked, closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

The ministers looked at each other.

"Oh, pay more attention, look, this is an age, and it's easy to have a stomach after eating new dishes." The Duke of East China reached out his hand to soothe.

"Duke Thales, Your Highness Thales," Sodor finally calmed down, his face was puzzled and distressed:

"What happened?"

Thyls shrugged:

"Nothing, your Majesty changed his mind, nothing more."

"But things shouldn't be like this," So Duo gritted his teeth:

"What did you do in the middle?"

What did you do?

Tyles' eyes froze.

"I just saved your lives."

He looked at every imperial minister in front of him, his face was calm, without any waves:

"You are welcome, sirs."

Suo Duo looked at him in disbelief, but Jo Ke frowned deeply. There were still people who didn't know why, and there were people who were thinking.

On the contrary, Prime Minister Cullen laughed, his fat abdomen was down, and he bowed:

"Saving grace is greatly appreciated."

Thyls ignored him.

"And the right question is, Lord Shuduo," the prince looked at the trembling military adviser indifferently:

"You and your majesty, maybe there is that scar face."

"What did you do?"

As soon as these words came out, Thales stopped lingering and left.

Behind him, Shuoduo looked solemnly at Thales' back, his eyes getting more serious.

But Thales was walking in the brightly lit corridor, but his thoughts floated back.

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"I know what you want to do."

The king's voice sounded in Ballard's room, without the sharp sharpness before, but with a few more dumb and deep.

"You want to be the bridle of the kingdom."

King Kessel said lightly:

"While holding the galloping horse, but also buckling the heavy car."

War horse, driving by car.

Standing at the discussion table, Thales was in a daze.

【The strong horse will not succumb to the iron whip, and the rider will not give up the whipping. 】

"You thought you were protecting the carriage," the king shook his head:

"But by doing this, you are both slowing down the horse and interfering with the driving of the car."

So, he knows.

Thyls told himself.

Of course, he knows.

He always knew.

He just...don't care.

"As you said, Your Majesty," Thales restrained his emotions and sat down slowly:

"I wandered the top of the cliff, but dreamt of the sky."

The King of Iron Fist snorted, not smiling.

"This road is extremely dangerous, once you make a mistake..."

"I understand."

Thyls responded to him extremely quickly:

"If people know that I am the king's internal response, then I will be regarded by thousands of vassals as a great traitor to the noble camp. I will be accused by thousands of people and rejected by thousands."

The king nodded, his expression solemn:

"They will hate you more than me."

Tyles rubbed the spoon and was silent for a moment:

"Then we better not play it."

The king shook his head slowly.

"Smashing is just the best result."

"But in case you act so well, hide it deeply, everyone is convinced, and successfully incarnate as the savior of the vassal, the hope of the vassal..."

King Kessel looked at Thales with a cold tone:

"The people who are deceived by you to support you will converge into a rolling wave. They will use fame, position, camp, interest, relationship, situation, and use everything to hold you forward. You are not allowed to argue, not controlled by you, and not allowed to you Regret it."

"They will love you more than they hate me."

Tyles' smile slowly disappeared.

The king's words are flat:

"At that time, you can't help yourself. Even if you want to get off the bus halfway, it's too late."

Falkenhauser's words rang in his ears again.

[You know, when your vassals and subordinates are angry and all will be proud, standing in front of the wave, you don't have much choice except to follow the trend. 】

Thyls hesitated to speak but stopped.

"In contrast to this..."

King Kessel looked at the door with a complicated expression:

"When you set up the battle flag against the king's power, you will be united by this, but it is far more than the uncle of Xinjiang."

"Under the Fuxing Palace, the thriving kingly party crowd, the ambitious new aristocracy, the speculators who have shown to you, who have shown you kindness to you, they will treat you like a political enemy and treat you If you are against the son, I will not hesitate to embarrass you and invite you to advance to the rank."

Thyls gritted his teeth.

Gilbert, Putila, Sodor, Jok, Viscount Connie... Many faces flashed before Thales' eyes.

For a few seconds, the purple mask also flashed by.

"From that moment, the honor of the heir will no longer **** you. On the contrary, it will magnify the fear and scrutiny you face, and aggravate the price and pain you pay. In many people’s eyes, Xinjun The day of coronation is when the catastrophe is imminent."

King Kessel squinted his eyes:

"They will hate you more than they love me."

Thyls did not speak.

He looked around and exhaled heavily.

The evening breeze strokes the window sill~IndoMTL.com~ The two figures are interlaced with the lights.

The Ballard room at night is cold and quiet, with portraits of several former ministers on the wall-"The Wisdom" Halva, "The Oracle" Longdong, "Hyena" Amber Tebak, "Log Gong" Parramatta-silently watching this father-son conversation, flickering and dimming in the light.

This makes Thales wonder: In history, the ancestors in this conference room and the decisions they made are as cold and harsh as this heavy palace?

"Then I have to pray." Thales said in a daze.

King Kessel said nothing but stared at the prince faintly.

A few seconds later, Thales looked back at the king with a calm smile: "Pray that they will treat us..."

"None of true love?"

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