Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 146: Queen’s dowry
The silence in the black jail lasted a long time.
Sackel is like a lost child, leaning against the wall, silent.
Semir bowed his head for a long time, stiff body.
Thyls stood tremblingly on the spot, in a daze.
Until Ricky sighed softly, attracting everyone's attention.
Sakeel slowly got up from the ground.
"Thank you for your question, boy," the former penalty knight stepped forward sadly, handing the JC dagger out of the gap in the fence:
"And your shaver."
"This is a good knife. It should not be used to shave a sinner."
The fence cast a shadow in the fire, and carved black marks on Thacker’s face.
Thyles took a deep breath, struggling with energy, and nodded with a grudging smile, then took the dagger.
Sackel's hands are rough, and the calluses on them are not as hard as skin.
Tyles took the dagger back in confusion, but when he turned his head, he saw Ricky looking at him blankly.
Klasu of the Sword of Disaster slowly stretched out his right palm to the prince, his palm upturned.
Thyls was startled slightly, then he looked at the dagger in his hand, and let out a helpless breath.
He stepped up annoyedly and put the JC dagger in Ricky's hand.
Ricky showed a faint, "you are so sensible" smile.
The leader of the Sword of Disaster lowered his head, turned it over, and saw a line of text on the black sheath of the dagger:
The king does not respect blood.
Ricky felt stunned. He looked at Thacker, then at Thales, who was sullen, and snorted.
Sacker looked at their interaction, curled up his mouth, his tone was calm:
"Thank you too...thank you are not an illusion."
Thyls snorted with a smile, trying to dispel the inexplicable haze: "How do you know."
Sackel smiled.
"Of course."
"Or you are hallucinations that are stronger than the hallucinations in the past, it is unknown," the penalty knight shook his head, shaved his own hair, as if he was awake, "but you know, every time it happens , Like my head has become a big pot, twenty people take turns using it to stew beef..."
He frowned tightly, but his expression was a little dazed.
"They never shut up, but they never ask me, how I feel, they don’t ask who I’ve met, and they’re more likely to ask extra questions like you," Sacke I sometimes gritted my teeth, sometimes smiled bitterly, and finally turned into helpless relief, opening his mouth and smiled:
"Because they already know."
He laughed at himself and shook his head as if:
"As I know it myself."
Speaking, Sackel seemed to be amused by himself, suddenly patted his thigh, and laughed constantly:
"Haha, I know...hahahahahaha..."
Amidst the laughter, his head-up pattern appeared from time to time, and the guilt that pulled his forehead made the hideous "S" tremble back and forth.
The scene across the cell door made Thales quite bitter.
Semuel next to him couldn't help it anymore, he spoke in pain.
"You know, Thaker," the former banner officer took a deep breath: "I can still save you--no matter what it is after that, you don't have to face this one again..."
Sackel's laughter stopped.
"No need," he said in a deep voice:
"Everyone has a price to pay."
Sackel looked around his cell,
"The price now," he said idiotically: "I deserve it, just right."
Semuel gently closed his eyes.
A few seconds passed.
"Where are the others," Sackel sighed, "Have you been up there?"
This question made Semir choppy again.
"They..."
Semir hesitated to speak but stopped.
Barney's roar, the remains of thirty-seven brothers appeared in front of him at the same time, making his lips tremble.
Finally, Semir squeezed a smile and said with difficulty: "I have seen it."
"Not bad."
Sackel didn't reply immediately.
He stared at Semir firmly, at the way he turned his head slightly after speaking, not daring to look at himself.
"That's it."
Sacker smiled faintly, as if he understood something.
"That's good."
He nodded slowly, turned around, and murmured and repeated:
"That's good."
Suddenly, Thales felt that the man's back had become rickety and thin.
It seems to be ten years old instantly.
Semuel didn't dare to speak anymore, just isolated and his face was painful.
Ricky, who was watching everything, didn't speak, but looked at the prisoners in the cell with interest.
Until Thacker sighed lowly.
"Go ahead," the penalty knight unexpectedly spoke gently: "What you came for."
He looked at Thales:
"For the sake of this child."
Thyls smiled at him.
At that second, Semir and Ricky were shocked at the same time and looked at each other.
But they quickly reacted: The other party has cooperated.
With a touch of joy and excitement, Semir nodded to Ricky, and said nothing.
"We just want to verify something, Saker."
Sackel didn't speak, just lifted his chin slightly.
Semuel cleared his throat, frowned lightly, as if recalling his problem.
But taking a step forward, it was Ricky who spoke first:
"First of all, Thaker, how much do you know about the Tower of End?"
As soon as he said this, Thales frowned slightly.
He suddenly remembered what he saw and heard when he was held hostage in the tavern: The Swords of Disaster had raided the Tower of End, and had suffered heavy losses and retreated to the camp of Bladeya, regrouped his manpower, and invaded the bones while the army was on the west. The prison.
From the Tower of End to the Prison of Bone, there must be something that drives the forward and backward actions of the Sword of Disaster.
And that is...
"The Tower of End?"
Sackel's toneless tone awakened Thales from his thoughts.
I saw him standing against the wall holding his arms, his mouth curled up with a sneer of disdain: "Not much."
"A shameless, cunning and self-righteous force."
What?
Thyls was taken aback for a moment.
Insidious and cunning?
Supplied?
Shameless?
He scratched his head, and suddenly realized that this description was incompatible with the impression of the Tower of End he had cultivated in the past.
In the past years, whether it was the loyal attendant Huaiya, the bold and silly big Cohen, or the scheming conspirator Raphael and the cold beauty Miranda, even if it was The enemy’s loud voice, Croaich, and even "Human Face and Beast Heart" (Kohn's) old drinker Kaslan, these people from the Tower of End always use their own ideas and behaviors to instill such an impression on Thales:
The Tower of End is a noble and neutral place of inheritance. It teaches combat skills and teaches the power of end. It is determined to preserve the vitality and combat power of human beings. It will shine together with the courage and courage of the war of the end, and unite the once called for The spirit of being one continues from generation to generation.
But today...
Thyls frowned and looked at Saker who looked disdainful, and listened to him continue to describe his feelings about the End Tower:
"... Claiming to maintain neutrality and never establish a country, but in essence it separates one side, no different from a local military leader."
"Swinging around in the world, turning the rudder by the wind, without shame, and constantly encouraging his subordinates to go out and engage in mercenary activities that are dirtier than most countries. Practice"."
I saw that Sackel became more and more ferocious as he spoke, and seemed to have a deep prejudice against that place:
"For hundreds of years, those hypocrites in the name of swords lay on the bones of their ancestors who had been cold for centuries, bathed in fame and glory that did not belong to them, and used hypocritical excuses to attract generations of minds. Young people of, named inheriting skills and defending mankind, are in fact cultivating minions and supporting themselves."
He gritted his teeth, even screamed at the extreme, and Semir frowned after he heard him firmly.
Ricky's eyes lit up instead.
"Drill into **** people all day long, and then teach them to the people below, let them go out to fight for wars and conflicts in various countries, kill more people, shed more blood, fight more battles, let this The world is more chaotic-thanks to the disgusting villains of the Tower of End."
"After that, generation after generation of war orphans, full of the hatred and ambition left by the previous generation, came to their door again, surrendering loyalty and belonging to those pretentious hypocrites in exchange for the skill of killing. Continue the fateful reincarnation."
Sackel clenched his fists as if he was on the scene, like a green forest hero who hates hatred:
"And the group of despicable and shameless people still stays out of the matter, and still has the face to maintain the so-called noble morals and noble neutrality-because they only give swords, and only others who hold swords, it seems dirty and unfair. It has nothing to do with them."
"Bah."
The penalty knight scolded severely:
"Fuck the end tower."
Thyls looked at Thacker with a weird expression, thinking that what Ricky just asked was how much he knew about the Tower of End...
This is also called "not much"?
However, Saker's evaluation or complaint is not over yet.
"Have you ever seen a shameless scumbag who is full of compassion all day long, rushing to the mission, calling for peace and defending mankind, but never ceases and never relentlessly sells murderous arms around the world?" Er tilted his lips and opened his teeth fiercely:
"That's them."
"End the dregs of the tower."
After saying this, Thacker exhaled a "hum" from his nostril, ending his brief sharing of perceptions.
The atmosphere in the black jail was embarrassing for a moment.
Semuel didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while, Thales also raised his eyebrows, but Ricky laughed indifferently.
"Well, I like this guy," Ricky smiled enough, scratching his chin, looking at the penalty knight with interest:
"Are you sure you don't want to get out of prison? We will cooperate very well."
Sackel gave him a cold smile.
Semir coughed and whispered to Ricky:
"Because of many pasts, he has a deep prejudice against the End Tower."
Ricky shook his head disapprovingly:
"The topic."
Semuel sighed, then took out a piece of paper from his arms.
This action attracted Thales's attention: He had a foreboding that this was the true purpose of the Sword of Disaster.
Semuel opened the paper gently, spread it out across the fence in front of Thacker’s eyes, illuminating it with firelight.
"Sacker, remember this?"
Sacuel squinted his eyes, and was dazzled by the approaching firelight at first, but as he gradually adjusted to the light, he walked up slowly and stared at the hands of Semir. That piece of paper.
At that moment, Thales suddenly felt: Thacker's aura changed.
His eyes sharpened, and his expression was no longer indifferent.
It is as if from a poor man who has gone through vicissitudes of life and exhaustion, he has become the former imperial guard.
But he just scrutinized the contents of the paper without saying a word.
This makes Thales more curious: What exactly is written on the paper in Semir's hand?
But Semir was standing closest to the cell, Thales could only see the blank back of the paper, and Semir raised the paper so high that Thales could not reach it.
Just as the prince was hesitant to peek out in front of the two powerful kidnappers, the serious Sackel suddenly reached out and took the piece of paper.
Smashed Thales' hopes of getting a glimpse of the truth.
Sachel frowned and stared at the contents of the paper.
Outside the cell, both Semir and Ricky waited quietly, but Thales could feel that they were staring with bated breath, expecting the other's response.
After a long while, Sackel finally raised his head with a solemn expression.
He shook the paper in his hand, and slowly asked the two uninvited guests:
"What is this?"
Apparently, Semir was encouraged by the unusual reaction of the other party. He raised his mouth: "It is a sketch drawn by impression after I saw it once."
"As you can see, real objects have colors, which are much brighter."
Sackel's brows frowned and tightened.
He glanced at the two people outside the prison, then snorted coldly:
"Only with this piece of paper, how would I know what this is?"
Semir stared coldly at his former colleagues.
"Change to other people, other things, maybe the answer is no, but..."
Semuel raised the torch and shrouded Saker's entire face in the fire, but Thales only felt that the latter's expression was a bit gloomy.
"Do you see its outline and see how special it is?"
"Ten years ago, I was still in the Fuxing Palace, and I saw it while on duty at the gate of the royal treasury." Semir stared at the prisoner very seriously. "I glanced at it from a distance, but absolutely I will never forget."
Tyles' heart beats.
In the Fuxing Palace... the royal treasure house?
Sackel didn't answer, but his eyes shifted to the piece of paper, and the fingers grasping the edge gradually tightened.
It seems that because of the past, Semir's tone seemed a little depressed:
"The secret treasures in the royal treasury are all invaluable and significant. In the entire Fuxing Palace, except for the royal family, there is only one position in the guard who can directly contact them."
"That position guards the legacy of the royal guard, knows countless secrets, and only trusted and expected people can hold it—as usual, it is basically the next captain and commander of the guard."
Sackel still didn't speak, but everyone in the field understood what Semir meant.
I saw Semir adjust his emotions and pointed to the piece of paper solemnly:
"And guarding the royal family's treasury, in charge of secret treasures in and out, is one of his unique responsibilities, I dare to guarantee that this thing is definitely on his care list."
Speaking of this, Semir took a step forward, almost leaning against the fence.
"Tell me, Thacker, the former guard of the Royal Guard," the former banner officer said coldly:
"What is it that is drawn on paper, or that was kept in the royal treasury many years ago?"
In that second, Thales only felt that the atmosphere in the court became cold, and the air pressure around Thacker seemed to have dropped another level.
Ricky's gaze at Thackerel gradually became sharper.
This made Thales more curious about the paper in Thacker's hand.
The penalty knight sneered.
"It took so much energy to find me for an antique appraisal?"
He raised his eyes and scanned Semir and Ricky.
Semuel gritted his teeth imperceptibly.
But he knows that he can't be **** the person in front of him.
So Semir just took a deep breath, gentle and authentic:
"Please, Saker, this is very important to us."
Ricky remained motionless.
Sackel stared at the contents of the paper again.
He asked indifferently: "Why are you asking this? Where did you find it?"
Semir exhaled and frowned:
"Sacuel, I am the one who asks the question."
But Saker just shook his head:
"The value of intelligence lies in the flow of one-to-one communication, allowing both parties to take the next step of valuable action in feedback and gain."
"If you don't tell me more information, then my answer cannot be more precise."
He raised the paper to eye level and shook it between the two of them.
Semuel was about to say something, but Ricky interrupted.
"Not long ago, we found this thing in the Heritage House of the Tower of End."
The three turned their heads together, watching Ricky speak calmly: "As their top secret in recent years."
Tyles' eyebrows moved again.
The...top secret of the Tower of End?
"The Tower of End?"
Sackel's expression changed eventually.
He showed a thoughtful look.
"I guess you weren't invited to visit, right? The House of Inheritance is their core area," Sacuel groaned for a while, then gave a gloating smile: "By the way, well done. Beautiful."
But Ricky just shook his head.
"We didn't get it—the End Tower always kept it tightly protected, even if we paid a terrible price, it could only be a quick glance."
Semir looked dark and nodded silently.
"According to the intelligence, the tower owner of the End Tower, the old man from the Far East highly valued it," Ricky looked at Thacker with a rare serious expression: "According to his own words, this may be the key to changing the world. ."
Sackel frowned fiercely.
"Shao?"
He looked disgusted: "That stupid, undead gray-robed sword guard?"
Thyls did not listen to Thacker's disrespectful words about the Tower of End, but he was attracted by Ricky's words.
There is...
The key to changing the world?
What is that?
Thyls stared at the paper more curiously, imagining what was painted on it.
"Now you have the information you want, penalty knight."
Ricky snorted at the piece of paper: "We found it in the Tower of End, and Semir is the only one who recognizes it-this brings us here, to you. "
"Even for the sake of us breaking in to accompany you to relieve the boredom...Sacker, answer us, what is this?"
He focused his gaze on Thacker's calm and gloomy face, as if trying to see something from it.
Sackel was silent for a long time, staring at the paper.
But Ricky and Semir also seem to be very patient.
Until the watchman of the former royal guard spoke lightly.
"Three hundred years ago."
Semuel looked startled: "What?"
Under the reflection of the fire, Thacker approached the fence, revealing a half-glossy face.
The hideous imprint on the forehead is extremely clear~IndoMTL.com~The lower half of the face is completely darkened.
But his eyes were radiant, shooting at the guests outside in the cell, like a sword flashing, not at all like a mentally disordered person.
Just listen to Saker continue:
"In the 349th year of the end calendar, Esola Yeluo married into the Canopy Star Royal Family and became the queen of Midiel IV."
Talston was startled when he listened carefully.
Midil IV.
Is that...
Ricky is still frowning and perplexed, but Semir, who is familiar with the history of stars, looks slightly moved:
"Ye Luo, Ye Luo... You mean, Queen Esola, the only fairy queen in the history of stars?"
Sackel nodded slowly, his expression serious.
"And the thing on this piece of paper that you claim to find in the Tower of End is one of the dowries that Queen Esola brought into the Palace of Revival from the Kingdom of the Holy Tree."
His voice is calm and solemn.
When the people outside the prison looked at each other, Thacker raised his right hand and gently turned the paper over, facing Thales.
At the moment the fire illuminates the paper, the prince is slightly confused at first, and then shaken!
I saw the outline of a dagger on the paper.
Weird weight ball.
The gem in the middle of the sword grid.
A handguard that curves backwards toward the blade.
Thyls froze in place.
That is--
"Even in the dazzling royal treasury, it is also a special member."
"Because this is the last surviving weapon in the world since the age of ignorance. It is said to be an ancient weapon that can slaughter giant dragons."
Tyles stared at the pattern on the paper, and the penalty knight's unhurried, but inexplicable voice came from his ear: "The holy spirits call it..."
"Dragon Breaker."
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