Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 161: The self-righteous brother

The freckled girl with a round face held Thales’s hand in one hand, and skillfully lifted the skirt with the other hand, revealing the rough and thick boots that were out of line with the dress, and stepped up the steps. , Skilled, quick and dexterous.

"Where are you taking me--"

"Quiet, keep your eyes on the road, don’t pay if you fall."

Thyls had to follow Hille all the way up the stone ladder to the third floor of the Temple of Sunset.

For the eldest lady of Kevin Deere who appeared abruptly last night, Thales was in a mixed mood, and he didn't even know what attitude to treat her with.

There is no doubt that Cecilia Kevin Deere is by no means in a portrait, or as innocent and innocent as Jayne speaks-at least her interest and skill in creating atmosphere, diverting attention, and acting as a ghost, They are all beyond reach, and they are unmatched (Thyls is indignant at this).

Secondly, as Jen's sister, the secret identity she revealed is really shocking and unbelievable.

But thinking about the abilities of the Kingdom's Secret Division and the way King Kessel holds the winning ticket, the fact that the noble daughter of the Iris family was rebelled by the Fuxing Palace does not seem to be so unacceptable.

What's more, Thales remembered his official reason for coming to the Emerald City, and found that the cause of all this was the girl.

But here is the problem.

Tyles settled down and looked at the girl who was dragging him forward.

That night, King Kessel, who visited Starlake Castle, once said to him that the "covenant" between their father and son, which seemed to be separated and united, was destined to be a top secret that could not be an outsider. List.

But last night, this aristocratic spy lady who was instructed by King Kessel claimed to be from the Kingdom's Secret Department, and she knew Thales' purpose in coming to the Emerald City.

This has to make Thales suspicious:

What does she know?

What did King Kessel tell her?

How much does she know about her "covenant" with King Kessel?

How much can I trust her?

Will this endanger yourself?

And there is one more thing-Thales can't help but sink when he thinks of this:

Tyles, how do you know that King Kessel did not conceal, deceive, or mislead you about the Emerald City, or even about the "covenant"?

For example...the existence of Hille Kevin Deere?

Or, other than that, how much did he hide?

For the king, to what extent did the so-called "no way for outsiders" hold the top secret?

At that moment, the voice in my heart was full of vigilance, quietly reminding:

Maybe, maybe it was just your father's falsehood to make you feel at ease and obedient.

He never cared.

Once it is profitable, as soon as the situation requires it, as soon as there is a better reason, the iron-fisted king will sell you without hesitation, at any cost.

As he used to treat you.

Or the same in the future?

Thinking about this, Thales became more anxious.

Not long after, they walked around a corridor and vaguely heard the voice of people outside the window.

"Ah, here we are!"

Sile came to a door at the end of the corridor and went to twist the doorknob.

"Hey, it's locked."

Hile took a step back, snorted coldly, stretched out a thin hairpin from her hair, and leaned toward the door lock.

In the rustling machine sound, Thales's complexion changed slightly:

"What are you doing?"

"Pick the lock."

"Picking the lock in the temple? You are Kevin Deere, the lady of the duke's house!"

"Why, haven't you seen a nobleman picking a lock?" Sheila didn't look back, just focusing on the lock.

Thyls froze for a moment, then became unreliable:

"In fact, I have actually seen...this technique-can you do it?"

Sile waved his hand:

"Shut up, don't disturb me."

She pulled the clip, took a deep breath, and waved her palm around the door lock.

"Everything has to do with attention, with misdirection," Sheila muttered to herself, her expression focused, and she waved her palms faster and faster, "Yes, so I just need to direct the attention of the door lock, while If you don’t pay attention to this lock, you can successfully open it..."

Incorrect guidance...

Don't pay attention to the lock...

Thyls looks weird:

"Uh, maybe this is the trick to magic... But the trick to picking a lock, are you sure it is also this?"

Sila turned her head back, her eyes gloomy:

"Are you doubting me?"

Thyls thought of the girl's methods, and quickly put a smile on his face:

"No! I just made something trivial..."

At this moment, the door lock opened with a snap.

Sheila's expression shakes, and she quickly turns her head back:

"Look! Don't pay attention to the lock!"

Tyles looked at the slowly opening door, then looked at the hairpin still in Sile’s hand, frowning:

"Are you sure you opened it?"

At this moment, an old man in a priest's robe showed his head from behind the door, cautiously:

"Who—Miss Hilley?"

The old priest behind the door breathed a sigh of relief:

"Hey, I thought it was some brave little **** who was...Uh, it's you again, Your Highness Thales?"

Thyls looked at the Chadvi priest who had just met a while ago, and squeezed an embarrassing smile.

"It's you, Chadvi," Hilley was not surprised, but had a look on his face, "I remember at the door of the confession room, didn't I tell you to go away?"

"Yes, yes, but..."

Chad looked behind him, then looked at Hille, the grievances in his eyes were extremely clear:

Is this not far enough?

Tyles followed his gaze and looked back, only to realize that behind the door was the roof of the temple.

Hila opened the door and stepped forward, with a righteous expression on her face:

"Give the place out and go out, what should I do."

Chad's face changed:

"But miss, here are the few who can hide from class--"

"Go out now," Hiller shrugged, "I don't know you and Count Thor's mother's affair."

Thyls twitched his mouth, Chadvi's expression changed drastically:

"I—you, you can’t do this..."

"Would you like me to tell which room in the new suburb you affair every Wednesday?"

The next second, Chadvi jumped out flexibly and disappeared in front of the two of them.

Thyls then followed Hille to the rooftop, and was shocked:

The citizens squeezed into the temple square below, lined up and divided the areas. Some people were listening to the sermons of several priests, and some were following the priests to pray and receive the sacrament.

"You have contributed a lot this year, for yourself, for your family, and for the Emerald City and the Goddess of Sunset." A priest closed his eyes and led everyone to pray.

"Repent sincerely, and those who have gained in harmony," a priest stood on a high place and preached loudly, "The setting sun, forgive your sins!"

But no matter what kind, I will never forget to bring the donation box.

"What is this?" Thales asked.

"Prayer Day."

Hile leaped indifferently and sat on the edge of the roof, with a pair of boots dangling in the air, making Thales frowned.

It seems that she has no fear of heights.

"When big people and rich people pray publicly in temples and altars, churches and missions, the general public-I mean the poor and ordinary people, pray publicly here."

"That's how it is."

Hile snorted softly:

"The Emerald Festival is a carnival festival in the whole city, but it is a pity that the Temple of Sunset believes that all carnivals-alcoholism, gluttony, games, drug abuse, enjoyment and even frequent sexual **** are depraved behaviors that violate the doctrine and are against oneself. An extremely irresponsible manifestation of his body and even his soul."

After saying that, Hille pushed her arms back, leaned her upper body back, and looked at Thales upside down:

"But here, in the Emerald City, customs and precepts have reached an ingenious and convenient balance."

Thyls subconsciously covered his eyes and turned his head back to hide, but Hile did nothing:

"The temple presides over public prayers, and the church is responsible for evangelism. They will judge what you have done in the previous year—of course, most of the time depending on how much donation you have given—and then announce that you have been in these seven days The carnival of the gods is the reward you deserve after your dedication and hard work. It is only natural, and of course, the goddess bless you. So you have eaten the sacrament, listened to the sermon, and left the temple under the temple, you can be satisfied and unburdened, have a happy drink and revel I went."

"So convenient?"

"In order to fit the reality, there is something more convenient-to carve for six days, and come over drunkly on the evening of the seventh day of the celebration. It is also effective. That is, the donation may have to be doubled, but the facts are Prove that the donation on the last day is the most."

Just as Thales wondered if this girl should fall down, whether he could walk out of the Emerald City alive, and whether the Star Kingdom could avoid the gates of the civil war, he suddenly discovered that Xilai’s weird action was not To frighten him again, but to reach for something on the ground and lift it up.

"This is... a hookah?" Thales frowned and looked at the pipe that was lifted up.

"Why, good knowledge."

"No way, in the Temple of Sunset?"

"Chadvi is an old smoker, he has a full set of equipment," Hillay didn't even look at him, and skillfully took out the tools. "I only need to bring a cigarette holder and tobacco leaves—aha, there is him. The leftover tobacco leaves are imported from Tu Luo."

"Never mind Jen... why are you so proficient?"

"Who do you think taught my brother to smoke?"

Thyls had to shut up.

Sile quickly lit the hookah:

"A bite?"

Tyles smiled awkwardly and waved his hand, thanking Bumin.

"I remember," Thales looked at the hookah, and said suddenly, "I met the Chadvi priest, at a dinner party a few days ago--he said at that time,'Only Only civilized and pious marriages will be blessed by the goddess of the setting sun. Then the yin and yang curiously hint that I am uncivilized and pious."

"My brother must have instructed him to do it." Sile sips a cigarette, the smoke is full of smoke, and the whole person looks elegant and mysterious. "When I was a child, I almost made a joke with Sister Karabyan. To be sent to the temple to receive instruction, learn etiquette, and improve upbringing."

"Small joke?" Thales was suspicious.

"At that time, it was Chad who spoke out of justice to help me get through the confusion."

"Oh, speak righteously in order to get through..." Thales looked strange, "Don't you think there is something wrong with this sentence?"

The sun was shining, Hile spit out a sip of smoke, raised her arms to the sky, and stretched out comfortably on the rooftop: "It was also from that time that I found that although the old guy was impious, his taste in tobacco was not bad."

If she wasn't holding a hookah in her hand, the picture would have been beautiful.

No, actually holding the hookah pipe, the smoke is full of smoke, don't you have a look?

Thyls shook his head, waved his hand to dissipate the smell of smoke, sat on the floor, and returned to reality:

"Did you learn from Chad for smoking?"

"You insulted me, your lord, do you still need to learn this stuff?"

"..."

"In addition, Chadwi also has a believer who is a street magician, so I can make myself look full of miracles and radiance during sacrifices and sermons-of course, it has also benefited me a lot. ."

Many benefits...

Thinking of what happened to him yesterday, Thales swallowed.

"Okay, let's get started," Hille leaned back on the roof, basking in the sun, lazily, "What do you want to ask, now is the time."

"Is it right here?"

Tyles took a step forward, looked at the crowd below, and said sarcastically:

"It's great, there are at least ten thousand people underneath, you can see us when you look up!"

"Not so many, at most eight thousand."

Is this important?

Thyls endured the desire to complain:

"Why don't you go to the confession room just now to be more hidden..."

"Only a guy who is stupid reading a knight novel will feel that the spies are all connecting in an airtight dark place, thinking that it is the safest no one to see," Hille said disdainfully, "I have to say something in private. , It’s best to be in the public, if nothing has happened, just like this."

But she took a cigarette and frowned:

"Oh, sorry, did I understand it wrong? Then you want to find a dark and narrow corner that no one knows about and do something with me, um, things that you can't do in broad daylight?"

Thyls' complexion changed, thinking of the Karabyyan twins:

"Ahem, madam, please respect yourself--"

"Great!"

Sila’s eyes lit up: "The small space oppressed by darkness can enhance the atmosphere of horror! The most suitable for ‘the ghost of the wall’s cry’!"

Ghosts cry on the wall...

Tyles' smile disappeared instantly:

"You are right, it's great here."

Sile looked at him as if she had seen something through, she smiled mysteriously and looked out of the temple.

Looking at the weird girl lying flat in front of him, Thales' brows only gotten tighter.

"To be honest, Ms. Kevin Deere, I have been thinking about your role since last night until now."

"I understand," Hile let out another puff of smoke, "A good performance always makes the audience toss and turn, sleepless at night, scratching the heart, and never forgetting it for a long time."

"After frightening the audience and allowing them to experience a period of sensory stimulation, give them a period of relief to understand and digest the feelings of the last time, applaud for the performance, and cultivate the atmosphere for the next climax by the way ."

But Thales ignored her nonsense and went straight to the subject:

"My father, besides those few secret signs, what else did he tell you?"

"Are you talking about the parts you should know, or the parts you don't need to know?"

Thyls was startled:

"Is there anything I don't need to know?"

The second prince, heir to the kingdom, the king’s secret collaborator—is it really a decoration?

Hila shrugged, noncommittal.

"Okay," Thales cleared his throat, letting go of his uncomfortable emotions, "Then if I ask you the former-what should I know?"

"Stars are revived, the kingship is elevated, the Emerald City and even the South Bank will soon be returned to the king's rule, and will be subjugated to the king," Hilley replied simply, "and we will be witnesses of this history. Of course, if things don’t happen Harmony, we will be participants."

Witness to history.

Participants.

"I don't understand." Thales folded his arms. "Why did he tell you this? The sister of the first target of this trip?"

Sile turned sideways and dangled the pipe at Thales.

"Yes, like I didn't understand it at first," the girl exhaled two white smoke from her nose. "Why did Your Majesty tell you this? Those who stand out against him in the kingdom?"

Thyls shook his head: "This is different."

"But I can understand," Xilai replied very quickly, "Because your majesty needs a surprise soldier in this mission-there are some things that the Kingdom Secret Division can neither do, nor should it be better not to know. "

Arabic soldiers.

The Kingdom Secret Division can’t be done, and it’s better not to know...

Thyls frowned slightly.

"Okay, it's my turn." Hilley rolled her eyes. "In that suspicious and soundproofed little confession room, what did my brother tell you?"

"He said," Thales struck up his spirits, "He didn't kill Dagori Moss."

"The wine merchant who followed you into the city?"

"Yes," Taylor stared at each other carefully, wanting to see the clues from the girl's face, "So, was he killed by the Kingdom Secret Division?"

But Sheley shook her head.

"I don't know."

"What?"

Thyls questioned:

"Don't be kidding, you just showed up on your front foot and warned me that ‘you have others to do it for you’, and Moss on the back foot died. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?"

"I said, we are a one-line contact, how can I know what the Kingdom Secret Division does?"

"No, such a big matter, even if it is a one-line contact...how can you not know?"

"You are the second prince, don't you know?"

"I—I'm not from the secret department!"

"I'm not from the secret department either."

"Then you can contact—what did you say?" Thales reacted, a little surprised.

"I said, I really want to help," Sile shook his head indifferently, "but it is a pity that I am neither from the Kingdom's Secret Section, nor can I contact them, so I can't confirm it."

Thyls was startled again when he heard the words, and asked:

"What? What did you just say you were not?"

Sheley shrugged.

Thyls is very confused:

"But last night, didn't you say..."

"What did you say?"

"Your last sentence, remember?"

Sile couldn't help but wonder, and thought for a while:

"Oh, you mean ‘Kingdom Secret Branch, hello to you’?"

Thyls raised his eyebrows:

"Right?"

"Oh, that sentence."

Hila looked as usual, as if it was just a trivial matter:

"It is used to adjust the atmosphere when saying goodbye."

Adjust the atmosphere...

The rooftop was quiet for a long time, and for a while, only the sound of the square could be heard.

Several seconds later, Thales urged the crime of Hell River to maintain his smiling face with all his strength:

"What? Atmosphere?"

The doubt that kept me awake all night, you just said "adjust the atmosphere" gently?

"But don't you think that saying goodbye is cool and interesting? It just brought the suspenseful atmosphere to the climax."

Sheley took a cigarette and turned out a grimace mask under her sleeve:

"The greatest reward for a magician is to enjoy the incredible expressions of the audience after changing a trick."

Thyls didn't know what an unbelievable expression was.

He just felt that his brows were twitching at the moment.

"If you want to do it again..."

The round-faced girl sat up, her eyes cold.

I saw her approaching Thales with a calm expression but deep eyes:

"Photographed by the Maharaja, with boundless grace, from the far-mountain land of Kuntana, I send my greetings to your highness."

Thyls took a deep breath.

That means...

Sheley put her expression down and lay back on the stage, but she was startled when she remembered something.

"Wait, so," the girl frowned and turned back, "you don't really think I'm from the secret science department because of this line?"

Yes.

Otherwise?

"Where is it, how is it possible," Thales coughed, trying to squeeze out a calm expression of disapproval, "I have already seen that you are not a member of the Kingdom Secret Division. Just now, I was just testing you. See if you can be tested by me in one sentence."

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Oh, please," Xilai looked at him pitifully, and shook his head. "We are the ones appointed by your Majesty to make a decision on the occasion. Of course, we are the only ones who disturb the secret department. How could it be possible to let the secret Come to disrupt our game?"

"I know!"

"Don't go."

"Don't go what?" Thales was still in a mood of anger.

"Don't try to find or contact the Kingdom's Secret Section." At that moment, Hille's voice was misty and drifted away with the smoke, "My brother not only rules the city, he also controls it, owns it, and rules it. , To the extent you can't imagine."

Own it, dominate it...

Tyles' expression changed slightly.

"But at the banquet," he asked tentatively, "Jane was very upset, he was frightened all night, and watched the king's next move..."

"Ning to die because of a friend, not an enemy."

Sile interrupted him.

The girl turned to Thales. At this moment, she stopped smoking and her eyes were sharp:

"Do you think you are my brother's friend or his enemy?"

"And my brother thinks, are you his friend or his enemy?"

Thyls was stunned.

He was about to speak, but Hille grabbed it again:

"To sum up, what do you think he will let you see about him?"

Tyles' expression disappeared, and he fell into deep thought.

Sile looked at Thales with a deep gaze:

"If you go to contact the secret department, it is okay if you are unsuccessful. If you succeed, you will expose each other and bring their actions to the end of the disaster."

Sile turned around:

"And I don't need to remind you: Kingdom Secret Section shouldn't even know about our existence."

Thyls escaped from the complex thoughts and took a deep breath.

"In that case, what role should I play here?"

"That's what your Majesty said, ‘you don’t need to know’." Sheila shrugged.

"Ha, thank you," Thales sarcastically, "Thank you for telling me'I am not my father's favorite child'."

"I want to start a little bit. In this task, everyone has their own role to play, even me," Hile snorted. I know, and I don’t need to know the part, right?"

Some only princes deserve to know...

Thyls squeezed out a smile with a winning chance:

"Yes."

Not right.

He didn't tell me the fart.

"So, we are even, are you happy?"

Thank you, not at all.

But the next moment, Thales' eyes changed.

"So why?"

He stared at Sile, who was lying on his back and was about to take a puff of cigarette: "As Kevin Deere, why do you stand on the side of the king against your brother?"

Sile's hand holding the pipe stopped.

"Skip this question," the girl was expressionless, "change another."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"So, do you know, once our mission is completed, what fate will your brother face, Jayne Kevin Deere?"

Sile's eyes froze.

"You have violated the rules."

"What?"

Sile turned to him, her eyes cold:

"I believe that you violated your Majesty’s instructions and talked about the part that I’m ‘no need to know’."

Your Majesty’s instructions...

Thyls frowned.

"That means you actually know, right?"

He asked: "So, why?"

Hile frowned:

"You asked back the question you just skipped."

On the roof of the temple, the young man and the girl looked at each other and silently confronted each other.

But after a few seconds, Thales laughed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking," Thales shook his head, sighing with emotion, "If Jayne knew, the greatest enemy of the Emerald City came from his side, from his close relatives..."

Hila's face went cold.

"Don't worry, he is not you. Even if he finds out the truth in the end, he won't cry."

Thyls's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean by "He's not me"?"

Hile snorted coldly, her freckles flickering slightly.

"With my brother's temperament, he would only grit his teeth hard, wipe a tear from an invisible corner, then lift his head in the next second, and squeeze a smile:'Great, sister, we deserve to be Kai Wendyer, has always been loyal to the monarch and patriotic, never lagging behind!'"

Sile turned to Thales:

"Then, he respectfully obeys, and secretly will continue to think of ways to do damage and trouble in the way he is best-why look at me like this?"

"Even though your description is strange," Thales squinted, "but instinct tells me that what you said may be right."

Sile and Thales looked at each other, and after a few seconds, she smiled.

"I know what you want to ask, Your Highness."

Sile sneered:

"Yes, yes, I know, I know what fate my brother will eventually face in the current situation."

In the next second, Hille looked firm:

"That's why I have to do this."

"Because this is the only way to save him."

This time it’s Thales’ turn to move his face:

"Save him? Are you doing this to save Jen?"

The round-faced girl nodded.

"I am not a stupid, my lord, nor is my brother," she looked to the sky, and the pipe in her hand hadn't moved for a long time, "but facing the same thing, many people have different choices."

"It's like your Majesty gave you discretionary power." Above the setting sun temple, Hille stared at the sun shaded by clouds, "and I, as long as I complete the mission and goals my Majesty has given me, I will be able to Under this premise, I will do my best to reverse the fate of my brother."

Thyls frowned:

"Is that so?"

"Otherwise?"

"I, I thought..." Thales hesitated, but Miranda appeared before his eyes.

"I thought I wanted to become a duke and grab his seat?"

Sile raised her eyebrows and sneered disdainfully:

"Stop kidding, that seat is very tiring--after you sit in, you are no longer a human being."

Thyls's heart moved.

"It makes sense," the prince sighed, "However, it is precisely those who are still human that will envy those who are no longer human."

"This is reasonable," Hillay nodded and acknowledged, "Unfortunately there are not many listeners."

"If that's the case, why not try to talk to Jen?"

Thyls couldn't help saying:

"With your help~IndoMTL.com~ we can work together to negotiate a condition with him and finish this matter decently."

There is no need to make a **** turmoil-Thales said to the bottom of his heart.

"Decent?"

Sile shook her head.

"Don't look at him pretending to be gentle and rational," the girl put down the pipe and drew out a rather exotic pendant from her collar dreamily—a few golden thread spirals entangled with a red gem, "but in In his bones, Jane is a stubborn and obnoxious guy. Until the end, he will never die."

Until the end, I will never die.

Hearing this, Thales fell into deep thought.

Xila looked at the slowly rotating pendant:

"What's more, in his eyes, I'm just a little girl who doesn't understand anything, don't I?"

"That's why you have to come to me," Thales suddenly realized, "Report your identity to increase your confidence and achieve what you want."

Sile held the pendant into her palm, her eyes sharp.

"So, can you help me?"

She jumped up to Thales and slowly stretched out her right hand:

"That way, I can help you—we help each other."

Tyles lowered his head, looked at the girl's outstretched palm, and frowned.

"Well, at most, add one more item," Shelay sighed and retracted her palm. "As long as you help me, I won't scare you anymore, how about it?"

The way Thales looked at her, suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Tyles shook his head and looked to the sky-the sun rushed out of the clouds, so that he had to squint his eyes:

"I think, Jen probably thought that he has been protecting you all the time."

Sile's expression moved.

"Yes," she lowered her head and put the pendant into the collar, "like all self-righteous brothers."