Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 16: Dragon Breaker (Part 1)

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When Thales bit his scalp and walked past the guards, with a pair of more fierce eyes than usual—especially the warning gaze from Nicolai, he passed through the old and heavy arc-top door and entered When he was familiar with the extremely Nekaru library, the prince of the stars was worrying about the meeting that should have been casual and easy.

Does Selma know the political vortex she is in?

Unconsciously, the girl was already in an unavoidable chess game. What she faced was old chess players like Rumba, Ronnie, and the vassals of Longxiao City.

Thyls didn't know how much Lisbane had told her, and he didn't know what the state of the Grand Duchess was now, and he didn't even know what kind of attitude and stand he should use to face Selma.

Facing the former girl, the current lady.

The library is still the same, the arc-shaped corridor filled with rows of tall bookshelves, passing through his vision in the interweaving of light and shadow: the passage next to the bookshelves is bright and clear by the reflective gems on the brazier and ceiling , And only dim and hazy remain between the bookshelves that cut off the light.

Thyls walked anxiously and anxiously between the light and the shadow, walked through the rows of bookshelves, and came to the place where he and the two girls first met six years ago-where the two girls were stored. The glass cabinet of the first treaty.

"You are late."

The Grand Duke of Longxiao City sat quietly on a chair, with a thick open book lying flat on her knees close together.

Tyles looked around hesitantly. Not surprisingly, he saw the figure of the Jinx lady and the two maids at the ends of the corridor. The former looked like a statue, with his hands on his hands, looking straight ahead elegantly and noblely. .

The prince took a deep breath and walked to Selma, lowering his voice.

"Selma, listen, I..."

The granddaughter who didn’t look up interrupted him. She couldn’t see her expression, but her voice was calm: “This batch of books was newly collected by the merchants from Longqidi. I heard that many of them are ancient books and Manuscript."

Thyls raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Selma interrupted him.

He only hesitated for a while, then pulled a wooden seat, turned the back of the chair to Selma, and sat down with a heavy face, with his arms on the back of the chair.

At that moment, the prince felt a little dry.

"Hey," facing an old friend of more than six years, he seldom said stiffly: "I...I heard about what happened on the political day."

The girl did not answer, but her hand did not turn the page anymore.

"I want to say, uh," Thales only felt that he had become clumsy after seeing Selma. He didn't know where to start, so he could only say stiffly: "Thank you ——Protected me."

The Grand Duke still didn't look up, but she snorted slightly from her nose. If Thales hadn't heard well, she almost thought she was distracted.

"But," Thales sighed: "I also heard..."

"I just checked the catalog of these new books." However, the Grand Duke interrupted him again: "Many of the contents are what you care about, such as the end battle."

"And the dragon..."

Selma's face was still drooping deeply, almost parallel to the book.

Tyles's face tightened.

She is not in the right mood.

"Selma."

"About the political day," Thales thought of Putila's two conversations with him, gritted his teeth: "You...I..."

"Well, marriage."

Thyls was stunned: "Huh?"

Selma raised her head slowly, revealing a faint smile.

"This is what you wanted to talk to me when you were training today," the grandpa sneered slightly: "Isn't it?"

Thyls couldn't help but notice that there were some red threads in the girl's eyes.

He nodded subconsciously:

"Hmm."

Selma closed the book on her lap and sighed softly.

"So, what do you want to say?"

She put the book on the table beside her, straightforwardly: "Recommend a husband to me?"

Selma raised her eyebrows when she said this, looking rather aggressive.

Thyls’s words were a bit stagnant, his mouth was closed, but in the end he could only pop a few words: "I..."

"I want to ask..."

Selma tilted her head slightly, staring at him motionlessly with the blue eyes behind the pinch-nosed glasses.

Tyles discovered for the first time: This little girl's eyes are sometimes so difficult to resist.

A few seconds later, the prince who was still unable to organize words had to breathe out, pretending to be relaxed: "So, about your marriage...what did they say."

"Are there any candidates?"

This time, Selma stared at him firmly, for ten seconds.

Thyles felt uneasy.

Finally, Selma exhaled from her nose, shook her head and looked away.

"It's those people, earls who are directly under vassals, such as-Earl Hurst." She said flatly.

"Hirst?" Thales frowned: "Earl of Branding Iron County? That golden beard?"

"Yes."

Selma added expressionlessly: "Among the direct vassals of Longxiao City, his age is the most comparable to mine."

The prince grabbed the back of the chair and straightened up.

"Same age?"

Tyles widened his eyes, exhaled subconsciously, and said disdainfully after his initial surprise: "Yes, I'm only twenty years older than you."

Selma gave him an intriguing look:

"Or heir of a nobleman, Earl Nagel has a son in his early twenties who is the heir of the family."

"Little Nagel?" Thales frowned again:

"Ha, I heard that his romantic reputation is known from the maid in the city to the sow in the suburbs..."

The grandpa squinted her eyes suspiciously: "How did you know?"

Thyls snorted softly and shook his head: "The gossip from the back kitchen: At the banquet, the maids are going to... forget it, it doesn't matter."

Selma pursed her mouth, seemingly dissatisfied: "If it doesn't work, there will be Charles..."

This time, Thales interrupted her.

"Earl of Brisbane? Lord Regent?"

The prince seems to have seen the most incredible thing: "My God, that old man has a grandson!"

"Thyls."

Selma seemed to be fed up with Thales's tone at last, she said coldly:

"The person I'm talking about is Charles' grandson."

Thyls: "..."

Selma stared at the ground dissatisfiedly, while Thales, who was embarrassed, put her chin on her arm, and said nothing for a while.

Finally, the silence between the two was broken by the grand duke: "Tyles."

Just listen to her in a tired voice and ask in a low voice: "Don't you want to see me getting married?"

Thyls did not speak immediately.

"Selma," A few seconds later, Thales could barely speak out, his voice low: "Tell me the truth."

"Do you really want to get married?"

Selma raised her head sharply, her face tense.

"Is this important?"

The girl's words sounded like a puff to the prince: "You know, I must get married."

Thyls frowned slightly, and he straightened up and moved his chair closer.

"We have known each other for six years, you know..."

The prince's expression is serious: "I don't want to see you unhappy, I don't want to see you being forced to do unwilling things."

"Because..."

Selma looked at him blankly.

Because I made you the way you are now.

Tyles closed his mouth and said to himself sadly.

The moment before his eyes appeared six years ago, when Xiao Huatou agreed to help him, and the moment when Xiao Huatou was announced as the Grand Duke of Longxiao City.

Tyles sighed and put his chin back in the chair.

A few seconds later, the grandfather turned her head and looked to the other side.

"Even if I don't want to, but what about it?" Selma's voice came out abruptly:

"What can you do?"

"Can you forbid them to marry me?"

The female grandfather still tilted her head and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her shoulders trembled slightly: "Still... can I marry them?"

Thyls raised his eyes, feeling melancholy.

She didn't like it-he told himself that.

Thyls sighed: "If you don't want to, then don't marry them."

Selma turned her head suddenly and stared at him coldly.

"Huh." She snorted.

"If I don't marry them," the girl looked strange at that moment: "Then whom should I marry?"

Thyls just felt his eyelids twitch.

Before the grand duke said anything strange, he suddenly got up from his chair.

"Um, I mean..."

"You are a female grandfather," Thales coughed, learning the appearance of a certain big guard in his memory, scratching his head: "As long as you stick to your will, no one can force you to be you Unwilling things-if you don’t want a husband, then you don’t have to force yourself to marry."

After saying this, Thales only felt uncomfortable. He shrugged and smiled awkwardly.

Selma looked at him deeply, without saying a word.

After a long while, the Grand Duke said softly: "You have also seen the envoy of Heisha today... Charles told me that the Liberty League is not that simple..."

"The Charles also said that Longxiao City has no choice. If I want to win the support of the vassal and maintain the authority of the Grand Duchess..."

"Then you can't just marry anyone!"

Tyles interrupted her, and quickly added: "You can't hope to use marriage to win support."

"Think about it, you have only one person," the prince took a deep breath, holding Selma's straight eyes: "And there are only six earls in Longxiao City, no matter who you marry. ……"

"Maybe you can calm the storm briefly and get through this crisis."

"But the price is: you will soon be drawn into the deeper inner battle of Dragon City," Thales sighed:

"Because your new husband is one of them, you will no longer be able to stay out of the relationship between vassals, be the supreme and fair arbitrator, or be their prince... to rule this land Up."

"Furthermore, using her own marriage to compromise with the nobles, the grandfather who does this cannot be exchanged for loyalty."

This time, Selma stared at him for a long time.

I am embarrassed to stare at Thales.

"You know," the girl's voice floated a bit:

"The Charles said the same."

"Risban?" Thales was agitated: "He also opposed your marriage?"

Selma didn't answer him directly. She laughed and said, "But the vassals will be very upset."

She said listlessly: "What should I do? What should Longxiao City do?"

"They were very dissatisfied with me at first, saying that my manners were unstable, my appearance was not good, and I was not mature in dressing and talking..."

"If I still refuse to marry them, I have no children..."

The Grand Duke sighed slightly, somewhat depressed and exhausted: "I know: In the future, no matter whether they send troops or decree, they will not cooperate obediently."

Tyles exhaled.

I don't know why. After knowing that Lisban also opposed the lord's marriage, he inexplicably felt relieved.

But when he turned his head, he saw the depressed and bitter expression of the grandpa.

Thyls squeezed his fist gently.

He sat back in the chair.

"No, Selma," the prince said earnestly: "It has nothing to do with your manners and demeanor, and it has nothing to do with your dress and conversation."

"It doesn't even matter whether you are married or not, whether you have an heir or not."

"Your vassals, they will have this attitude..."

Selma raised her head and looked at him blankly.

Tyles' fists were pinched and tightened, and he took a deep breath.

"Because, because..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted again by the girl.

"Because I'm a female grandfather," Selma let out a laugh. She leaned her head back, leaned back in her chair, and looked at a row of bookshelves in the distance: "It's a woman."

"The woman who makes them look down on."

Thyls froze.

"Yes, I know," Selma's voice was low, and she didn't feel emotional at first hearing it: "I always knew it."

"They are not used to, and do not like the rule of a woman. Both they and the enemy feel that this Dragon City is unstable. They think that I am weak and ignorant..."

"So they urged me to get married: The Grand Duke married the local Longxiao city nobleman, left a seed in my stomach, named Walton, and handed over the power to him one day. Then, Long Xiaocheng has settled down."

Thyls didn't speak, but he grasped the back of the chair harder.

"In the days of listening to politics, no matter what I say, everyone's eyes will only look at Shire," Selma said as if she was dreaming about it unconsciously: "If you say it right, they will vote for Shire. The look of approval, the look of reproach to him if it is wrong."

"Not only this time, it was the same before."

"Also in the future."

Selma shook her shoulders slightly, and smiled numbly.

"My so-called vassals, no one cares about me," the grandpa’s voice was very weak. She leaned her body weight on the back of the chair, seeming to have lost all the strength to support herself: "They only care The title of Grand Duke and Walton’s blood."

"And myself, it doesn't matter at all--except for my belly, because Walton's seeds can be born there~IndoMTL.com~Tels gritted his teeth slightly.

Selma took a deep breath and looked at Thales with flushed eyes.

She laughed suddenly.

"Maybe they are right, Thales."

Selma bit her lower lip with no expression on her face: "The grandfather or something, maybe I can't do it at all."

"Maybe I am inherently weak and I should rely on others."

The grand duke's voice is getting more and more mysterious.

In the thick and quaint library, she leaned against the chair like this, and said quietly: "When I was young, I leaned against Alex and became an obscure little maid."

"Growing up, I rely on you and Majesty Nunn, relying on your strength to become a female grandfather."

"Now, I rely on the Shire, let him rule Longxiao City for me, and deal with the things I can't imagine."

"In the future, I must also rely on my husband and rely on the blood in my stomach to stabilize Longxiao City and live the rest of my life."

"What's more, I don't even have Walton's blood..."

"Boom!"

The prince slapped the back of the chair.

"Selma!" Thales spoke sternly, berating the stunned girl.

"Selma, little slippery head," the prince took a deep breath and put on the most serious expression he could think of: "Do you know why I drag you to skip class?"

"Especially the etiquette class of Ms. Jinx."

Without waiting for the answer, Thales spoke.

"Because you are a female grandfather," the teenager clenched his fists: "But they teach weaving, sewing, embroidery, playing, singing, dancing, and housekeeping."

"They treat you as the Grand Duchess."

"Grand Duchess and Grand Duchess, they are the same word," Thales gritted his teeth: "But there is a world of difference, absolutely different!"

(End of this chapter)