Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 13: The Honor and Disgrace of the Dragon (Part 2)

"Information from the west."

Cambeda straightened her chest, her face solemn:

"Three days ago, our Western "children" held a closed-door secret meeting. At least three elders suggested that it is time to reconsider and adjust the annual tribute to the Kingdom of Exeter. That's it."

"To the west..." At that moment, Lisban's eyes tightened: "You mean—the Liberty League?"

"The Alliance of Freedom on the Golden Corridor on the southwest side of Qiyuan City?"

Hearing this word, Nicolai on the other side suddenly looked up, looking ugly.

Cambeda nodded blankly.

"Although the Liberty League has not made a final decision, the positions of several elders are also vacillating," Cambida said coldly, with an awe-inspiring chill between the lines: "But there is no doubt that they dare to follow This thought came out of that stupid cowardly mind, when a proposal was proposed on the round table where Prince Suriel had tried the knife..."

"Exter's dignity has been violated."

Cambida's voice fell, and he closed his mouth, quietly waiting for a response.

Thyls noticed that the people in the North, whether they are guards like Nicolai and Justin, or high-ranking nobles like Lisban, are breathing slightly.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze for a moment because of this sentence.

But...

Freedom League.

Not the Star Kingdom.

Thyls let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't the part he worried the most.

He cast a puzzled look at the female congress, but Selma just shook her head silently with a slight worry: Obviously, she knew something about this term.

In a few seconds.

The Earl of Lisbane slowly raised his head, his gaze drifted into the distance, recalling the past tragic years, but his words showed unquestionable power: "Twenty years ago, we generously'taught' these golden corridors 'S kids: Keep your duty."

"Under the wrath of the dragon, even the self-proclaimed white elves could not protect them—the children of the alliance, did not even learn this lesson?"

Cambeda sneered, her eyes full of meaning.

"Obviously, compared with twenty years ago, the children seem to have an illusion: Exter Kingdom without a natural king will be more merciful."

The cold light in the eyes of Viscount Cambida: "It's time to teach them again."

Kroeich chuckled behind him.

The hall fell silent.

What's going on.

Exter and... the Freedom League?

Tyles quietly recalled that the geographical knowledge learned from the courses of the Northland nobles in the past six years was of course centered on Exeter—the prince once called the play "Aix The world in the eyes of special".

After the War of the End, Xifeng, in the Westland Desert, was far away from the disputes between the two new powers-the stars and the dragon-and became a peaceful and pure land at the beginning of the end of the epoch, with large and small countries and city states. A long belt spanning the Westland from north to south is formed: the desert inland and rock valleys in the east, the North Sea Kingdom and the North in the north, the countless Devil Sea and the Sea of ​​Despair in the west, and the promenade coast in the south. The Dragon Kiss Land and the Thorns Land in the southeast are connected to the Mist Sea and even the Star Kingdom.

Until the gradual rise of the Camus Alliance during several continental wars, this corridor was known for the numerous small countries along the road, the separation of powers from each other, and the distance from the influence of powerful countries. When several city-states further west—later the Conmas people—started to trade in the mainland, they called this intricate, cross-country land corridor full of commodities as the "Golden Corridor."

The Alliance of Freedom, which Cambida and Lisban said, is located at the northeast end of the Golden Corridor, with the city of Qiyuan in the west of Exeter to the east, and the Goodliu City of the Conmas Alliance to the west. Be bolder, go through a section of desert to the southeast, and even reach the Western Wilderness of the Star Kingdom.

For quite a long time, this piece of land, which was the end of the Golden Corridor, was in chaos. It was not until the Fourth Continental War that a regime in which multiple forces compromised and co-governed—the Freedom League—was able to emerge: the past For more than a hundred years, it has barely continued its existence in a complex situation where many internal and external forces are entangled.

Obviously, I can hear from the words of Lisban: The Freedom League fell to the Kingdom of Exeter in the latest struggle, and the mighty Northlanders relied on the horror to subdue the stars and Kangmas with violence. The record has seized influence and dominance over the Freedom League, as well as a large amount of interest in the northernmost part of the Golden Corridor.

So, if the Liberty League is trying to get out of Exeter's control... Thales thought: Rumba is going to fight to the west?

But it is clear that the people headed by Ronnie are accusing him of his reign. Does the king still count on this doomed thankless battle to wash his reputation?

From the scene six years ago, the conflict between the king and the princes has long been irreconcilable, right?

Viscount Cambeda raised his head and looked at the thoughtful Selma blankly: "Madam, this is King Chaman. It is the important information that your Majesty entrusted me to bring."

"The dignity of the people of the North...can only be maintained with blood."

Cambeda's eyes gathered together, with a faint sense of oppression: "What about Longxiaocheng's attitude?"

Selma frowned at Cambida's seemingly polite but aggressive question.

At that moment, Thales saw a flash of helplessness and hesitation in her eyes.

But the girl quickly coughed, and habitually looked at the Regent of Lisban.

I saw Earl Lisbane ponder for a while.

"It's really difficult for your information," Finally, the regent raised his deep eyes that seemed to be of great importance: "The black sand leads clearly away from the desert, away from the golden corridor..."

"But for such a big matter, you actually responded earlier than Qiyuan City, which is near the Free League, and sent someone to notify us earlier."

"Duke Ronnie oversight, or are you too deliberate?"

Lisban particularly stressed on "you heart."

When he said this, Thales couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

Viscount Cambeda couldn't help but his expression moved slightly, and he reconsidered the Earl of Lisbane.

So, the star prince figured out the doubts of the black sand leaders-this shouldn't be something they should inform, and they shouldn't be so enthusiastic.

Cro Aisi behind Cambeda snorted and said coldly: "To serve a king who is committed to the world, of course we must be worthy of his ambition and ambition."

Cambida pulled up the corner of her mouth and nodded slightly to Crow Ash, but the female soldier didn't even look at him, just stared firmly at the Grand Duke.

Risban snorted lightly.

"Leave aside Exeter's influence on the Golden Corridor for the time being..." Earl Lisbane's waist was slightly straight, and his tone was solemn: "The Freedom League is connected with abundant commodities and large profits, and it is adjacent to Qiyuan City. , Once it is out of our control, the one who suffers the most and the one who is the most worried, should it be Duke Ronnie?"

"Working out for his affairs, you are really generous."

In the increasingly depressing atmosphere of the meeting, Lord Earl directly pointed out the doubt.

Cambeda smiled slightly: "The loss of the Ronnie family and Qiyuan City is Exeter's loss..."

But Lisban interrupted him loudly: "Even if Ronnie is tireless and clear-minded to criticize King Chaman's rule? Even if he calls on us to refuse to pay taxes to the king and the apostate who disrespects traditions ?"

Cambeda seemed to be agitated, and his original smile became colder: "The Exeters have no distinctions between each other, and each one is prosperous, and all is lost!"

"This is what His Majesty the King hopes for and the future for which he will work hard. Of course, we hope Grand Duke Ronnie can understand his painstaking efforts, and we hope you can understand."

"Ha! This is an anecdote." The Earl of Lisbane seemed to be ready to take all the pressure from the other party and relax the bewildered female grandfather: "The family killer is actually a patriot!"

The moment the Earl of Lisbane uttered the nickname without hesitation, Cambeda and Kroaishi's faces became cold.

Thyls sighed secretly: Kin-killer, this is probably the stain and shadow that Rumba will linger in his entire life.

But—Thyls thought of Charman Rumba’s expression in the firelight—compared to the opinions of others, a larger shadow should be in his own heart.

This is what can be said to be the imprint left by King Nunn to Lombard and accompanied him throughout his life.

"Believe me, Your Majesty Chaman always takes Exeter's dignity and interests in his heart all the time," Cambida's face was cold:

"I can't tell you how much your Majesty wanted to gather all Exeter's troops and tear down the walls of the Freedom League to make their tombstone at the moment of receiving the news..."

But Lisban grunted unceremoniously.

"Put away those beautiful words," the old regent's tone was very flat, but it seemed to contain breathless pressure: "When the Grand Duke Ronnie of Qiyuan City returned to the leader of the crowd, appealing to the whole country, When preparing to attack the king’s injustice..."

"The Liberty League west of Qiyuan City has somehow become unstable internally, causing trouble for Ronnie?"

Risban's straight-forward attitude made Thales frowned.

But the prince couldn't figure out what Cambida came from: This was a struggle between the king and Ronnie, but why did he tell Longxiao City specifically?

Does King Chaman still expect Longxiaocheng to be on his side?

"Ronnie has to choose, right?" Lisban withdrew his hands from his back, clasped his chest tightly, stepped forward, and looked at Cambida under the steps with great pressure:

"Under the good faith, if he wants to solve the worries that are close at hand, and wants to maintain his prestige as the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City, he must give up his protests and opposition to Chaman, and even cooperate with the king. Take action to deal with the civil strife of the Freedom League and regain the benefits that belong to Qiyuan City."

Cambeda was silent for a few seconds: "I don't understand what you mean, Lord Earl."

Risban snorted coldly: "We are all from the North, so stop playing the imperial power of the stars."

Star people?

Imperial power art?

Thyls couldn't help but raised his eyebrows: The prince swears that he saw Selma's mouth twitch upwards.

"Tell me," Lisban said solemnly: "If Ronnie did not make a choice that meets your expectations, how would King Chaman react?"

Cambeda stared at Lisban for several seconds.

Finally, the black sand-collared messenger laughed:

"I think your Majesty must still respect the co-governance pledge: After all, the Freedom League is the closest to Qiyuan City, so in how to deal with alliance matters, he respects the attitude of Duke Ronnie, and more respects the interests and autonomy of Qiyuan City— —It is one thing to denounce the group of children, but it is undoubtedly unwise to intervene in the house affairs of the princes."

"Hey!" Lisban yelled sarcastically: "At this time, our king thought of the co-governance vow, and remembered that this is the ‘housekeeping of the princes’.’

Cambeda didn't answer, he just bowed slightly, and the Lord Regent closed his mouth.

The strange calm returned in the hall: Thales saw Nicolai frowning, while Selma seemed to be thinking.

Strange.

In this weird meeting, Thales quickly found out a few doubtful points:

Heisha-ling brought up the Freedom League—but according to what Lisbane said, this is only part of the game between King Chaman and Duke Ronnie and other opponents.

But, what does this have to do with Longxiao City? Why did Rumba send someone to tell Selma about this?

More importantly, what does this have to do with himself and Thales?

If Gilbert’s so-called "diplomacy has no meaningless words" and "testing our footsteps and falsehood" are true...

Thyls frowned: He has too little information.

A few seconds later, Earl Lisbane moved his expression and raised his eyes.

"I know why you have come to Longxiao City," Lord Earl said solemnly, "and yesterday's thing..."

Resban squinted his eyes: "You... sent Longxiao City into the center of the storm."

What?

Send Longxiao City... into... the center of the storm?

Thyls was slightly startled, some of them couldn't keep up with their thinking.

Obviously, he is not the only person who does not understand what Lisban said: Selma opened her eyes wide-this is the usual behavior of a girl when she is confused.

The girl and the boy looked at each other, and saw each other's doubts and puzzles.

"'Dragon Eye' Charles Risban," Cambida's expression became completely serious, and he looked at his opponent again: "You really live up to your reputation."

At that moment, Thales had a feeling: Today’s meeting was a confrontation between Lisban and Cambida, a game that only they could understand.

"Let's end the meeting, my lady." Lisban said coldly.

Selma looked at Lisban blankly, but she nodded obediently.

"Are you sure?" Cambida sneered: "This is about the honor and disgrace of the dragon, and your Majesty is waiting for the Grand Duke's answer."

The Viscount deliberately added: "Not the reply from the Lord Regent."

Thyls sighed in his heart.

"Enough."

"You know better than anyone how this will proceed."

Rispán looked at Cambida with a cold face, and didn't even bother to maintain a bit of superficial friendliness: "Your Excellency will answer you, but not now."

Just listen to the earl’s cold voice: "At least, not before the envoy from Qiyuan City visited."

Cambeda took a breath, regained a calm expression, and bowed slightly~IndoMTL.com~Then let’s say goodbye first, Grand Duchess," the black sand-collared Viscount whispered, "By the way..."

I just listened to Cambida taking a deep look at the somewhat puzzled Selma, and said:

"The new glasses are beautiful."

Selma couldn't help her face changing.

Thyls only felt the chill up: The gaze that the Lord Regent fell on him was very oppressive.

Earl Lisbane snorted coldly: "Enough said, Lord Viscount."

Cambida smiled, intentionally bowed slightly to the star prince, turned and left.

At this moment.

"Meteor, my boss sent his greetings," Kroaishi, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head and looked at the warrior on the other side of Lisban: "'That knife is really hard to use', These are his original words."

Nicolae on the steps sneered.

"This knife is very useful," the meteorite shook his head: "It's a pity."

Crow Ash nodded and turned to the Grand Duke's seat.

"Your Excellency, please take care."

She looked at Selma with soft and hopeful eyes, making Thales startled slightly.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness." Selma replied subconsciously.

"Please believe: your weight and value are far more important than you think." The female warrior seemed to just want to say what she wanted to say, and only listened to Kroaishi whispered: "In any case, your existence These are miracles that have not been seen in the North for a thousand years, and they are the banner for us to move forward."

"Please seize your own power, stand on your own, and become a real Exeter."

"Because you are no worse than anyone else."

After saying these words, Croix bowed deeply, and then ignored Selma, who hadn't reacted, turned and left decisively, following Cambida's pace.

Leave the hall full of consternation and solemnity.

(End of this chapter)