Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 15: The dragon’s blood is not dried

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When Thales seemed to understand, as if he had grasped something, Putila took out his pipe again and started filling it with tobacco.

"As you said, once the staunch Duke Ronnie does not compromise with the Black Sands, does not rely on the king's call-up order, does not rely on the name of King Chaman, and decides to clean up the troubles of the Freedom League," facing the prince Putila didn’t hide his eyes, he said cheerfully: “But he wants to continue to denounce and fight against King Chaman...”

Thyls took a deep breath.

"Ronnie must find additional helpers to win the Freedom League at the least cost," the logical clues in the prince's mind became clearer and clearer: "For example, Longxiao City, such as Wall who once sent troops to support Qiyuan City The Dun family."

Thyls raised his head, his face solemn: "I am beginning to understand."

Putila nodded and lit his pipe.

"As long as Ronnie has the support of Longxiao City, as long as the Grand Duke promises to send troops to support the battle in Qiyuan City as 20 years ago," Putila said calmly, "Naroni will be full of confidence. He rebuffed Rumba’s unkind tactics, and while he was able to clean up the Freedom League, he said no to the king without flinching."

"I see, after Ronnie made the choice," Thales thought of the young granddaughter and pinched her chin with a headache: "It's Selma's turn to choose: whether to support Ronnie, whether to join He is against the king’s camp."

Putila snorted softly.

"But this time, compared with the simple signature support before, it is completely different: Supporting Qiyuan City means taking out a bargaining chip, paying a price, and making a promise: call in the army when necessary , Marching westward in a big way, fighting the Freedom League and its supporters."

"The current situation is just like when Prince Morar was assassinated, King Kessel faced the same choice of whether or not to fight," Putila loosened the pipe in his mouth in the fog. The Grand Duke representing Longxiao City must make a decision: Is it to fight or to make peace? Is it to pay the price, decisively support Qiyuan City in handling alliance matters, or sit back and watch developments?"

The prince slowly raised his head.

When Prince Morar was assassinated, what choice did King Kessel face?

Thyls remembered the Supreme King of the Stars who coldly raised the scepter in his hand in the face of the persecution of the vassals in the Palace of Revival six years ago.

"Wait, if it's someone else, forget it," Thales thought of the grievances and past between the two countries that Putila told him just now, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised: "But Longxiao City..."

"Ah," Putila was a little surprised by the prince's reaction, but he still nodded blankly: "For the average Exeter, facing the Freedom League, this is just a "Tap" question."

"But for the Dragon City and the Walton family, this is not only the honor and disgrace of the dragon, but also the face of the family."

"You know, twenty years ago, on the day that the ruthless letter from the governor of the Freedom League arrived in Longxiao City, before the snow on the messenger's boots dried up," Putila exhaled smoke, with sharp eyes: "Nun VII, without hesitation, blew the kingdom's conscription order."

"Pingfa Freedom Alliance."

Tyles' face became extremely solemn.

"One year later, King Nunn’s eldest son, Suriel Walton, in the Freedom Castle where the city surrendered, in front of the trembling elders of the alliance, cut out the alliance with one knife after another. The Governor’s ten fingers," Putila’s tone slowly became heavy: "It is said that every time he cuts off a finger of the other party, he will ask one of the elders loudly:'Will you write a letter?'"

"After the last finger was chopped, Prince Suriel threw the disrespectful letter of credence back to the governor who was about to faint."

"'No, you won't', Suriel said with a smile, and then hanged all the elders who didn't answer'no'."

"Suriel Walton," Thales frowned: "It sounds like a brutal commander."

Putila squinted his eyes and lowered his head: "But he also managed to make the Freedom League remember the dragon’s anger and horror. On the Golden Corridor of those years, Suril’s name was more than that of King Nunn. It's useful that even Comus Vine City, Walton's in-laws, has also benefited: Even the most difficult enemy in the alliance, they dare not embarrass their goods."

Thyls clenched his fists.

"Do you understand?" Putila stared at the prince: "King Nunn ordered the dispatch of troops, and Surir won the victory. In this way, the Walton family maintained the dignity of Exeter."

"And twenty years later, if the much criticized and questioned female grandfather faces the Freedom League and faces the same problem, she chooses to be neutral and on the sidelines, she chooses to withdraw and avoid war..."

Tyles exhaled and figured out the point.

"She has no choice." The prince said decisively: "In order to prove that she will not fall into the honor of her father and grandfather, and to maintain the majesty and rule of the Dragonlance family, Selma must send troops."

"So, in the game between King Chaman and Duke Ronnie caused by the instability of the Freedom League, Dragon City is the key female Grand Duke who must join the chess game and is able to help Ronnie. Turn the situation around and let King Chaman return to an awkward turning point."

Thyls frowned: "That's why the leader of the black sand will send someone to Longxiao City, because it is indeed located in the center of the storm, which is the key to the game of several major forces."

However, Putila shook his head at this moment: "It would be nice if things were that simple."

Thyls looked up in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"I said, this situation is very similar to the dilemma that King Kessel faced back then."

Putilai took a puff of cigarette, his eyes revealed shrewdness and vigilance: "If the Grand Duke made a promise to Qiyuan City, at a critical moment to support Ronnie's westward march to the Freedom League... The problem is, Long Xiao How many vassals in the city will support? How many soldiers can be called up and should be called up? How are the benefits and costs distributed? If only Walton's immediate territories are willing to respond, should this battle be fought? If the army is called up, Which vassal should lead the army?"

Thyls was stunned.

The dilemma faced by King Kessel...

What Kessel faced...

That means...

A terrible thought came out of his mind.

"If the Grand Duke can't make a promise to Qiyuan City, it's just getting a reputation of'indecision and indecision'," Putilai said in a sentence, with a disturbing rhythm, he continued: "But if the Grand Duchess made a promise, at a critical moment, it could not be fulfilled due to the internal reasons of Longxiao City: such as opposition from vassals, shortage of soldiers, lack of financial resources, and even the army conscripted by Longxiao City returned due to low quality and even defeat ……"

"Then, under the sight of the entire Exeter, the impact of this incident on the reign of the Grand Duchess is devastating."

Thyls frowned: "If Selma only sends Walton's direct army, without the help of vassals..."

"When a powerful prince with countless vassals can only send his own direct army to the battlefield alone," Putila hummed and shook his head: "In the eyes of countless people, that The rule of the Grand Duke will probably come to an end."

Thyls sighed deeply.

Finally, with Putila's help, he found the clue that runs through before and after.

It turns out...

"In short, all the questions come together in one sentence," Putila took a sharp sip of his pipe, and the wrinkles on his thin face slowly tightened: "Is the current Dragon City still resembling that of King Nunn back then? Like the Longxiao City in China, from top to bottom like arms and fingers, one whole body, indestructible from the inside out, with one heart and one force?"

"At the moment when the prestigious Longxiao City and the Walton family need to stand up, the princes are watching her, and the vassals are also watching her, and the time has come to test the prestige of the female prince."

Putilai grinned coldly: "In order to maintain the reputation of the family, to defend the dignity of the country, and to fight against King Chaman, the Grand Duke must make a promise on behalf of Longxiao City and ensure that this promise can be fulfilled. Of."

Thyls looked at Putila in a daze.

Putilai's gaze was focused on Thales’ gray eyes, with a frightening tone: "If you want to make sure that your vassals support this promise, the grandfather who succeeded for six years..."

"How much are you willing to pay?"

Tyles took a deep breath and squeezed his fists.

Thyls let out a sulky breath and said with difficulty: "Pay the price?"

"For example..."

Putila nodded. He silently observed the prince’s expression, and said softly while sighing, "For example, is she willing to show her sincerity and trust to the vassals?"

"For example, one of the vassals married to the Grand Duke..."

"To maintain the cohesion of Longxiao City, in exchange for the conviction and cooperation of the vassals."

"With the support of her husband and the inheritance of blood, by breaking away from the'Grand Duchess' and becoming the'Grand Duchess', the glory of the Walton family can be reproduced."

Putilai's voice was very soft, but it was so heavy in the ears of the prince, muffled like thunder.

Tyles closed his eyes weakly.

He tangled his eyebrows and clenched his teeth.

The little slippery head from six years ago appeared in front of the prince...

He remembered the day six years ago when the dirty little girl was reading fascinatedly in the library.

He thought of the tearful girl in the Hall of Heroes shivering, looking helplessly at the ring of triumph in her hand.

He thought of the streets of the Shield District, the little girl screamed, and desperately pulled him out of her tentacles.

He remembered...

"Tell me, Putila," Thales opened his eyes and said weakly: "The struggle between the king and the princes is intensifying, and there is chaos in the Freedom League, and in Qiyuan City, you may ask for help from Longxiao City. At the moment when Selma needs the support of the vassals most..."

"During the days of the administration of Longxiao City, some people took the opportunity to make troubles about the granddaughter's marriage and remind everyone: their lord is unmarried..."

Thyls raised his head and said in a tired sigh, "Is this really a coincidence?"

Putila didn't answer immediately.

He turned his head slightly, looked at a towering tree in the courtyard, at its roots that had begun to decay.

Finally, Putila sighed: "Although there is a sentence that is arbitrary, but most of the time it is right, please write it down."

"That is," the Lord squeezed his pipe tightly, his eyes cold:

"There is no coincidence in politics."

Thyls lowered his head sadly.

The breeze blew across the courtyard of blood, and Wya in the distance seemed to be complaining to Rolf again, and the ghost of the wind once again raised his arms with a look of contempt.

"So that's it," the prince said softly: "It's all connected."

He raised his head and looked at the sun above his head.

"From the city of Qiyuan condemning the king, to the troubled King Chaman, to the turmoil of the political day, to the messengers of Cambeda, to the Freedom League..."

Putila looked at the prince quietly and listened to his words.

"Outside, this is the dispute between the Freedom League and Exeter in the interest of the Dragon Kingdom in the past six years due to the ongoing internal fighting."

Just listen to Thales lightly saying:

"In essence, this is the rift left by the special election meeting six years ago. It is Chaman and Ronnie, the black sand collar and the city of Qiyuan, it is the king and the prince. The endless game of placement..."

Tyles held down his saber and stepped forward, looking ugly.

"Inside, this is the turbulence caused by the death of Nunn in Longxiao City, the disturbance caused by the succession of Grand Duke Walton, and the wave suppressed by the prestige of Lisban and the endorsement of the princes. After six years of craziness, the prince gritted his teeth, his tone gradually became tense:

"Risban must be very angry. No matter who it is, someone, whoever he is, has bypassed the greatest vassal under him and the regent who actually controls Longxiao City, trying to intervene in the power inheritance of Longxiao City."

Putilai stood behind him, curling his mouth imperceptibly.

"You can see clearly."

"Even if someone might be stigmatizing it, this is indeed the seeds we planted in the rampage in Longxiao City and in the Palace of Heroes six years ago," the thin lord said with emotion, as if back in Longxiao City. Fleeing in panic, the days of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds:

"The backlash after six years."

Tyles was sullen, gritted his teeth, about to break his fist.

Fak.

The matter is not over.

Poison-like dragon blood...

Not only is it far from drying up.

Moreover.

Still flowing.

There was silence again between the two.

Just when Putila thought the prince was emotionally upset because of the sudden intelligence...

"There is one more thing that I don't understand," Thales turned his head, looked at Putila, and asked abruptly but calmly:

"Why me?"

The Lord looked at Thales' expression in surprise.

Contrary to his previous expectation: At this moment, the prince is not flustered, not excited, or even has a major emotional change, and does not even look at tension.

This little guy...

Compared with six years ago...

I saw Thales pursing his mouth, his brows moved slightly, thinking about something.

"This is the struggle between King Chaman and Archduke Ronnie. It is the storm in which Longxiao City is involved." Thales' eyes began to become sharp~IndoMTL.com~ makes Putila uncomfortable. There is even one who wants to turn his head, "but why."

Thyls asked succinctly: "Why did Cambeda propose to give me special opinions? See a star prince?"

Looking at the prince's gaze, Putila took a breath, raised his stiff hand, and held his pipe.

"I don't know," Putila blinked and turned his head:

"It may be...coincidence."

Coincidence?

At that moment, Thales narrowed his eyes.

As if to see something in the other person's eyes.

Putillah smiled and took a sip. This old tobacco pipe, who was usually addicted to tobacco, suddenly realized that his pipe had been extinguished.

He sighed: "I suggest you pay less attention to these things in Longxiao City to be honest, because of the storm the other day, your position is very embarrassing now."

"After all, this matter has nothing to do with you for the time being," Putila shrugged: "Unless you can't stand the little lover..."

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

Putila smiled slightly.

The prince's face is very ugly. He frowned and looked at the Lord, with a suspicious expression on his face: "Little lover?"

Putillay blinked again: "Just kidding, Your Highness."

Thyls raised his arms and snorted dissatisfiedly.

But he was taken aback.

"Wait, Putila."

"The words you just used..."

The prince looked at the thin lord with an ugly face, his tone was full of doubts: "What is called..."

"'Temporary' has nothing to do with me?"

In Thales' questioning eyes, the thin lord coughed, his face serious.

"It's time for you to go to the library when you have a pact with the Women's Congress," Putila said with a serious face:

"Can't let the grandpa wait for a long time."

Talston was stunned.

(End of this chapter)