Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 18: Brightness

Under the dim, unextinguishable lamp, the soldiers brutally escorted Thales and Sliphead, who had their hands tied behind them, into the cell next to Cohen.

Listening to the sound of the thick iron door being locked, Thales whispered to comfort Liushen Wuzhu's little slippery head, then turned his head and looked around through the fence.

The cell, how do you feel that I have a special affinity with this place?

There were only three prisoners in bondage—Huya, and a man and a woman hidden in the dark, all staring at Thales in disbelief.

However, there were six guards. They stared at the prisoners in the cell with ferocious and vigilant expressions.

Thyls squeezed the hand behind his back slightly, feeling sad: his dagger was taken away.

He gave the only drier corner of the cell to Xiaoliu, and he leaned against the wall and sat down on the wet and dirty ground.

"Why are you here, Huaya?" Thales looked carefully at the young man in the cell opposite him, and asked solemnly, "Putilla, Rolf, and the people in the mission What about the others?"

Are they all...

Huiya's face darkened.

"Mute and I, Lord Edda, and some soldiers were sent to search for you, my lord," the prince's attendant's face was covered with scratches and bruises, and his clothes were mostly damaged. "As for Puti Mr. Lai, should still be waiting for our news in the Palace of Valor."

Thyls frowned and began to think.

"No conversation," a tall guard with the appearance of a leader, walking to their cell with a sword, said in a poor tone: "Shall I teach you how to shut up?"

Wiyah looked at him angrily, clenching his teeth.

Tyles ignored him, and saw the second prince raise his head and continue to ask: "Then how did you get caught..."

Wiya was about to answer, but he was interrupted.

"Qiang!"

Amidst the harsh metal rubbing, the guard had already unceremoniously withdrawn a blade.

I saw him holding the hilt of the sword at his waist and interrupting Thales coldly: "Boy, I warned you..."

"No conversation allowed!"

Sliding head turned pale with fright, she moved behind Thales and pushed the prince's back with her shoulders, beckoning him to stop talking.

Thyls sighed.

He slowly stood up from the wall and looked directly at the guard.

"The Exeter?"

The tall guard was slightly startled:

"What?"

Thyls looked at the leader-like guard with a calm expression, as if he wanted to see through his eyes.

"I'm asking you," only the second prince said indifferently: "Are you from Exter, soldier?"

The guard in patrol costume frowned.

"You were sent to guard me," Thales slowly shook his head, and he looked around the soldiers around him: "So, are you insiders?"

"Including not leaving a back road, regardless of sacrifices, traveling all the way from the Black Sands to here at any cost, and following the Lombard to kill your king?"

The other five guards heard this and couldn't help turning their heads to look around, with different expressions.

The guard who resembled the leader suddenly turned a little ugly.

"Kill the King?"

The prisoner in the cell next door, a blond young man opened his mouth in surprise: "So what Kroaishi said is true..."

"Shut up, Cohen." A young girl in the cell opposite interrupted him coldly.

Thyls heard a familiar female voice, moved in his heart, and looked at the young girl.

She is...

The atmosphere in the cell became serious.

"You," the guard leader had a sullen face, his eyes were full of complex emotions, and his brows moved: "You don't know anything, kid."

"But you know it yourself," Thales stared straight into his eyes without flinching: "When you took up your weapons and walked into Longxiao City, when you saw the king's body, Just feel at ease, are there no obstacles?"

The two guards looked unhesitating, they turned their heads one after another, no longer looking here.

"Enough, self-righteous prince," the guard leader noticed the actions of his subordinates, his face changed, and his expression was a little struggling: "If you think so, we will..."

"I am not asking for anything from you," Thales shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Maybe you are forced to do everything... but you are from the North after all."

"The Northland shouldn't be like this."

The guard's expression froze, and mixed emotions flashed across his eyes.

Tyles raised his head again, his eyes were clear to the guard leader: "I only ask for one thing."

The leader of the guard pursed his mouth, staring at Thales, frowning slightly.

"Before I was executed as a murderer," Thales sighed, his expression dim:

"Let me talk to them for a while."

The guard leader's gaze was frozen in the air, and his hand was pressed and pressed on the half of the unsheathed sword.

A few seconds later, as if he had recovered, he turned to look at his colleagues and subordinates.

But everyone else has turned their heads away, with different expressions.

Finally, the leader of the guard snorted coldly.

"Keng!"

He put away the blade, closed his eyes and turned around, just like his colleagues, no longer paying attention to Thales.

Thyls let out a deep breath.

"Thank you," the second prince looked tired and said sincerely: "Northlander."

The soreness all over his body hit, he wanted to sit down slowly along the wall.

But the prince's light caught a glimpse of the unconscious little slippery head, and the poor girl shrank back into the corner, staring blankly at the empty ground.

Thyls felt sad.

Thinking of the predicament he was in, Thales changed his head, cheered up, and moved to the fence.

Not over yet.

No rest.

"Where is this place?" Thales leaned against the thick wooden fence, observing everything around him.

Compared with the dungeon of the vine grass manor, this cell seems relatively simple, with only two inextinguishable lamps, burning a small amount of eternal oil.

Strange.

"I don't know, my lord," Huaiya's face appeared behind the opposite cell, full of anxiety and anger: "We, we met in an ambush, and then we were covered with our heads..."

Thyls frowned slightly: "'We'? You mean..."

Before Thales could continue, in the cell next door, a handsome young man who was fastened to death by a chain was already struggling to move his head.

"Your Highness!"

The poor prisoner seemed to be suffering from severe pain. He gasped and said, "His Royal Highness Thales, I am Cohen, Cohen Karabyan."

"You may not know me, but I am the guard and patrol captain of the Royal Capital—I mean Yongxing City..."

Tyles looked at his face, and a scene from the past appeared in his mind.

Kalabyan.

It's him.

But how could he...

"I recognize you, a member of the Twin Towers Longsword family," Thales looked at Cohen thoughtfully, his eyes tracing his blond hair: "I still remember that you were in the Hall of Stars, almost you 'S father fought."

Cohen's face stiffened, and he forgot the sharp pain in his right arm.

That was his first impression of the heir to the kingdom?

"It's a great honor to see you again, and your attendant, the esteemed second prince, Your Royal Highness Thales," Cohen cast a gloomy face, glanced at the disdainful Huaiya, and again Looked listlessly at the little girl behind Thales: "And this young lady must be..."

"Um," Cohen frowned, looked at Thales' age, then looked at the girl's age, and said in a puzzled manner: "His Royal Highness?"

The girl across from Cohn raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

Tyles' expression twitched.

Little Slick, with a weeping face, looked at Thales nervously.

Looking at his companion's laughter, Cohen reacted awkwardly: "That's right, you are not that age..."

"Ahem," Thales frowned: "Thank you for your concern, Lord Karabyan."

The dirty-faced Cohen raised his head strenuously and gave the prince a friendly smile.

"As for you, Miss Arund in Broken Dragon Fortress," Thales turned his head, looked at the light-armored and black-haired woman diagonally across from him, and sighed, "I guess you are not here for sightseeing. Are you traveling?"

Miranda Allende, who described the embarrassment, still looked like a stern face, she turned her head and said indifferently to the ringing of the chains: "Like you, Your Royal Highness."

Tyles looked at Miranda blankly, then at Cohen.

They...

Heir of the Arund family in the north...

"You two," he took a deep breath and started turning his brain again: "Do you know what kind of trouble you are involved in?"

"Slightly heard," Miranda's cold voice came: "The King of Exter was assassinated?"

"It's not just being assassinated," Thales nodded, exhaling, his face ugly: "The king is dead."

The guards in the cell glanced at them unconsciously, and the leader glared back with fierce eyes.

Miranda frowned, Wiya's eyes widened.

Cohen closed his eyes, put his head back on the ground, his tone of regret: "I just knew..."

The little slicker in the corner of the cell shook slightly when he remembered the death of King Nunn.

"So," the female swordsman's voice continued across the fence, "What happened?"

Tyles glanced at his head, sighed slightly, and then turned to the three men staring at him scorchingly.

"I only know part of the truth," Thales frowned: "And now..."

He raised his head and looked at three people with a solemn expression on his face: "I need you to tell me what you encounter, whether it is the cause or the consequence."

"Start from why you appeared in the Northland."

After ten minutes.

"Kaslan Rumba?"

Thyls couldn't hide the astonishment on his face, nor could he suppress the volume of exclaim, even the six guards glanced at him.

The prince's hesitant gaze patrolled back and forth between the gloomy Cohen and the solemn Miranda.

The old man in the tavern.

It seems so reassuring.

And...

His character, the kind of compassion and open-mindedness on him, doesn't seem like a hypocritical villain would behave.

Wiya stared: "The old man in the tavern? Isn't he the former commander of the Blade Guard? He has a great reputation."

"It’s surprising, isn’t it," Miranda’s voice was still steady, but there was a feeling of depression out of thin air: "The rumor has it that he has a very poor relationship with Charman Rumba. I think he has always been loyal to Wall. The Dun family..."

"The old man with human face and animal heart," Cohen struggled to his feet angrily, and grinned again: "I don't even have a good right arm, I know he is uneasy and kind..."

"You're the most affectionate with him, and you hooked your shoulders when you met." Miranda's indifferent words immediately pierced Cohen's lie, making the latter look embarrassed.

Thyls stared at the ground blankly, some things in his memory began to become clear.

"No," Thales breathed slowly, his eyes brightening: "Caslan, this explains a lot of mysteries."

"Nicolae told me that he learned from an old friend of the Blade Guard that it was the Sword of Disaster that assassinated me under the fortress," Thales' eyes condensed, and he was entering Dragon City. On the previous journey, "However, before King Nun broke his neck, Grand Duke Paffit told me that it was the Shield of Deception that assassinated me."

The "old friend" Nicolai said is probably Kaslan.

Cohen and Miranda were both surprised.

"The Shield of Deception?" Cohen frowned: "So they are back again?"

Tyles shook his head and did not answer the guard's question.

He must grasp the point.

Wiya glanced at Cohn uncomfortably.

"The Sword of Disaster—whatever it is—is a lie and a guise fabricated by Kaslan and Charman Rumba, just to lure you over in the name of the Tower of End," Cohen found embarrassedly When the person answered, Thales murmured: "To be precise, I brought you, Miss Allende, the heir to the Duke of the Guardian of the North."

Miranda sighed.

"Yes, Croash is only sending back news, she has no right to decide who to send the Tower of End," Cohen was taken aback, and then reacted: "But Kaslan can—he is Master Shao. Confidant, he can suggest or even appoint the person he wants."

"The nobles from the northern realm of the stars secretly entered the Longxiao City--if it is normal, that's all," Huaiya said with a groan, "but when the king was assassinated, he caught the suspicious star man. Caught the heir of the Northern Duke who secretly sneaked into Longxiao City, the nature of the matter is......"

"The perfect scapegoat," Miranda closed her eyes slowly, and said in a low voice: "This is much more convincing compared to a weak young prince trying to assassinate the king."

But Thales didn't speak.

His brain is spinning faster and faster.

Finally, in the dark and depressed cell, the second prince said softly.

"Not only that," Thales took a deep breath, and the picture in his eyes became clearer and clearer: "Wiyah is right, you are still the heir to the North."

"North," the second prince squinted, thinking of Val Allende's hysteria in the Palace of Renaissance: "South of Broken Dragon Fortress, the north of the stars that Rumba dreams of."

"When Lombard conspired with the Duke of Val, he was determined to win the north of the stars."

Several people fell silent.

Cohen blinked, seeming to be still sorting out the clues, Miranda stared at the iron chain on her body in a daze, while Huaiya bit her lip tightly.

"I am the scapegoat for the death of the king, but you, Miss Arund," Thales sighed slowly: "As the most orthodox heir to the North after Duke Val was in prison, you are not just a scapegoat— It may not even be a scapegoat."

"Not a scapegoat?" Cohen was shocked, struggling to get up in pain: "What does this mean?"

Miranda opened her closed eyes, she already understood.

Thyls raised his head, his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

"Think about it, the highly respected Duke Val Allende was framed and imprisoned by the star-faint King Kessel," the prince whispered: "It coincides with the assassination of the king of Exeter by the star prince."

"The daughter and heir of Duke Val~IndoMTL.com~ went to Exeter for help, trying to get justice and take back everything that belongs to Aaron."

Everyone in the cell held their breath.

Including the guards of the black sand collar.

"It's a good story, isn't it." Thales gave a grin and shook his head slightly.

"No way," Cohen said with a look of surprise, startled, "They..."

"Charman Rumba, he really keeps his promise," Thales sighed slowly, his face full of helplessness: "It seems that the cooperation agreement between him and Val Allende..."

"It still works."

"And you, Miss Arund," Thales sighed and looked at Miranda, who was silent and with a cold expression: "In Rumba's hands, you will be between the stars and the dragon. In the upcoming negotiations or wars, what will affect the ownership of the northern border......"

"The biggest stack."