Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 189: Rebirth (Medium 2)

The remaining torches are getting weaker and weaker, and the dungeon is getting darker and darker.

But he felt that the dungeon was experiencing unprecedented peace and brightness.

Although Barney Jr. is still silent behind him, Thales knows that he no longer needs to worry about the state of the former vanguard officer.

And his only problem...

Tyles shook his head, enduring the pain and walked towards the last figure.

The long-faced man who has been sitting on the ground, his whole body scarred and desperate, as if he had lost his soul.

The outline of the penalty knight slowly emerged in the dim vision.

His left arm, badly injured by Barney, hangs like a hollow snake, hanging stiff and weak on his shoulder.

"So, you are left." Thales whispered.

The voice fell.

The penalty knight seemed to be still immersed in his own world, unresponsive to Thales' words, and let him slowly approach.

But as soon as Thales was ten paces away from him, Thacker bounced like a cheetah suddenly awakened, instinctively picking up the chipped axe blade beside him!

"Your Highness!"

Beletti exclaimed and got up subconsciously and moved forward.

Others also reacted: Semir frowned and held down his weapon, while Taldin, Brie, Cannon and others stood up nervously and surrounded Saker, even Barney. Also recovered and raised the torch.

But at this moment, Thales suddenly raised a hand behind him!

"Wait a minute."

The prince's voice was hoarse and weak, but everyone stopped subconsciously.

In the extreme silence, Thales silently observed the long-faced man before him.

Sackel didn't move, he just breathed in a daze.

The weapon in his hand pointed at Thales far away.

As if it were instinct.

The air solidified again.

Behind, Fastrope asked awkwardly.

"Hey, oh... uh, Thales?"

Beletti glanced at Sackel, who was in a trance but still instinctively alert, and hesitated:

"Your Highness, you'd better..."

He couldn't finish speaking, and Tardin on the other side nervously interrupted: "Can't go any further!"

"Danger, danger." This is Cannon who is a little nervous.

All the people present had different reactions, but they stared at Thacker who seemed to have just awakened from the babble.

But Thales laughed.

"Thank you, Belletti, and you, Tardin, Cannon," the young man resisted his physical discomfort:

"But I need you to wait for me a little longer."

Thyls turned his head, showing a tired smile, and raised an index finger:

"For a while."

He turned and took a deep breath, and continued to walk towards Thaker.

Seeing that the two are getting closer and closer, Belletti's face changed:

"His Royal Highness, for your sake--"

But an arm stretched out from the side, holding down Belletti who wanted to move!

"He said," Barney, who didn't know when he stood up, coldly said to the stunned Belletti and Tardin:

"Let's wait."

He seemed to be unwilling to answer Thales, he seemed to lower his head intentionally when he said this, not looking at the direction of the prince.

Little Barney's frustrated and powerful tone awakened Thacker, whose eyes gradually became clear, focusing on Thales.

Beletti looked at the vanguard in a daze, then looked at Thales, and stopped talking.

But after all, he said nothing, did nothing.

Just stopped in place, watching the prince step by step worriedly.

Just like everyone else.

Until Thales came within three steps of Thacker.

Thakel gasped in a daze.

He looked around at the old colleagues who wanted to rush up immediately, but abruptly held back their steps.

Something is different.

He thought so.

Sacker looked around,

He saw that Barney, who was used to giving orders, looked upset, but didn't speak.

Beleti, who has always been calm, even a little stiff, also let it go.

Even Semir, who doesn't like to listen to orders, just pursed his mouth and said nothing.

The rest, whether it is Tardin or Cannon...

These fellow robes he was once so familiar with...

They have been standing quietly behind Thales, except for the warning look at Thacker, they almost watched and let the prince go step by step to their bloodstained self. .

These guys...

Sackel turned his head stiffly, distracted and confused, but subconsciously clenched his weapon.

"You..."

Sackel retracted his tired and gloomy gaze and looked at Thales suspiciously, as if he was recognizing the young man.

"What did you do to them?"

He was infatuated, as if asking the other person, but also like asking himself.

Tyles took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Nothing."

The young man said slowly:

"It's just things you want to do but have been unable to do."

Sachel froze for a moment, only to feel dizzy.

Things I want to do, but can't do...

A few seconds later, the severely injured penalty knight shook his head vigorously.

"Really."

He sneered lightly, lowered his dim eyes, and understood something.

The penalty knight let his left arm swing empty, gritted his teeth and raised the weapon in his right hand.

"You know, before coming here, as the hostage of the Star Kingdom in Exeter, I escaped all the way from Longxiao City." The boy's voice sounded low.

Sac'el's axe froze.

Longxiao City.

Sachel's trance spirit moved slightly, as if he was stabbed by something.

Thin and chaotic memories once again filled his overwhelmed spirit.

Really.

The hostage of Canstar Royal Family in Longxiao City.

Sachel squeezed the axe blade in his hand.

So, after that tragedy, the kingdom has been...

"I met a lot of people on the way," Thales said in a calm tone, as if he was in the house. "One of them especially touched me."

"He said that after more than ten years of disguise, when he looked in the mirror again, he no longer knew the person inside."

Sac'el's axe shook slightly.

Thyls withdrew his gaze from the time crossbow in the fast rope hand, and sighed:

"He has forgotten. Why did he wear that mask in the first place. He let the mask capture him, occupy him, and control him."

Thyls stared at the man in front of him seriously:

"It's like a soldier forgets the mission of guarding and becomes a slave to victory."

"It's like the king has forgotten the responsibility of ruling and surrendered to the vanity of merit."

The body of the penalty knight began to shake slightly.

Thyls looked directly at Thacker's eyes.

He has seen such a look.

More than once.

In the creeper manor, when the ghost of the wind is dragging the disabled body and struggling in pain.

In the Palace of Revival, when Val Allende shook his head sadly and broke the conspiracy.

In the Hall of Heroes, while the official Mike held up her daughter’s body in a daze.

In the wasteland, when the dying Dead Crow laughed and admitted everything.

They are all equally gray, equally desperate, and...numb.

That is the look in the eyes of those who have lost the most precious thing.

And Thacker...

What is his most precious thing?

Thinking of this, Thales sank his chest and sighed softly.

"But, Saker."

"When and for what, did you wear this mask now?"

Sackel froze.

He stood there, his face was full of complexity.

The silence lasted for several seconds.

"I'm sorry, my lord," after a long while, he struggled to squeeze out these words:

"But we...we must end this matter."

Sakeel's voice fell, and the weapon in his hand shook lightly, as if to confirm his determination again.

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, I know."

"You still want to kill me."

The boy's tone was downplayed, but the guards behind him became nervous again.

"And none of us can stop you."

Sackel frowned and did not speak.

But he seems to have a talent: silence alone is enough to make the surrounding atmosphere cold and condensed.

However, the prince burst into a smile immediately:

"I have to admit that when you were the heinous traitor who chased me all the way...I faced you, at least I felt more at ease."

"But now..."

Thyls sighed:

"The stories you told: You discovered the truth, so you were dissatisfied with the king, so you planned the palace change and framed everyone. You are the traitor and culprit for the past eighteen years..."

He sneered and shook his head.

"At least half of them are fake."

The penalty knight's cheek moved slightly.

Thyls looked directly at him.

"That is the mask you wear for others to see."

Sachelle pursed his lips tightly, his face stiff and gray.

"You fabricated it to hide the truth and protect the dead or the living."

"For your guards to stop strife and division, for the surviving people to no longer suffer torture, for the sake of resting in the bottom of the earth no longer difficult to watch."

"For this, you are willing to be the sinner and traitor out of nothing, and bear the resentment that shouldn't be directed at you-let them hate you alone, better than they hate each other?"

The penalty knight closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Little Barney looked at Thacker, his eyes mixed with hatred, complaining, confusion, and bewilderment.

The others sighed.

Only Semir shook his head in disdain.

Thyls curled up his lips and continued:

"Until I saw what you just did, I finally understood: this is the real Sackel."

Sackel's brows twitched fiercely.

But Thales is still going on:

"Eighteen years ago, as a watchman who guarded the heritage, you could not bear to choose sides. You could only witness your colleagues fighting against each other, fighting each other, and blood flowing."

"After the tragedy, for the honor and dignity of the royal family, you can't tell the truth, you can only sit and watch the innocent guards go to jail."

"But in the face of their encounters and tragedies, you can't forgive yourself for your inaction and silence. You voluntarily isolate yourself from the outside world and bury it underground as a punishment for yourself."

Thyls looked sadly at Thacker.

Every time he finished speaking, the pain and entanglement on the knight's face deepened, and the ups and downs in his chest became more and more intense.

The complexity and contradiction in the eyes of the guards also deepened.

Their gaze focusing on Thaker was already chaotic and changeable, but now it is a little more obscure and hesitant.

"So, Lord Thacker," Thales sighed:

"Whether you wear a mask or not, you never forget your beliefs."

Sachel opened his eyes suddenly!

"Are you finished!"

His right hand holding the weapon trembled as his voice: "This can't help you..."

Thyls interrupted him.

"It's coming soon."

"But before that."

Thyls exhaled softly.

"Before you do it, I want you to know, and I want them all to know,"

He turned around and looked at the bewildered, nervous, and puzzled former royal guards.

"Sakeel, you are not a traitor, nor a villain."

"On the contrary, you don't hesitate to bear unwarranted grievances, bear the stigma that shouldn't be, but also guard the reputation of the deceased and protect the reputation of the royal family."

"You would rather remain silent and recite all the misunderstandings and hatred behind the tragedy, rather than seeing your brothers turning against each other and brotherhood."

Thyls looked at him lightly:

"You are even willing to sacrifice their trust, friendship, respect, and admiration for you. These things you once cherished are the only things left today-as long as this can protect and save them."

The dungeon was quiet again, and everyone could only hear the wheezing sounds of people, faster or slower, but by no means uniform.

At this moment, the eyes of the royal guards looking at Thaker are extremely complicated and difficult to understand:

Sackel stared at Thales, bloodshot eyes clearly visible in the firelight.

"You can't shake me."

The voice of the penalty knight was very low, with a bit of bitterness between the lines.

"Of course," Thales chuckled, "Because no matter what you are 18 years ago and 18 years later, from beginning to end, you are the noble knight who is selfless and fearless, and is a role model."

"The watchman who guards the legacy of the guard."

Thyls sighed lightly:

"You are just unfortunately involved in the torrent of the times, lost your way and unable to wake up."

The torrent of the times...

Sac'el's trembling became more intense.

The terrible memories are coming to him like a flood.

Sackel bit his own teeth hard and resisted not looking at other people's expressions.

Because he is scared.

Fear...

But while Thacker’s thoughts were still stirring--

"Everyone here..."

When Thales glanced back at the people around him, he took a deep breath and sighed again.

It's like making some determination.

He knows what to do.

Everyone looked at the prince together.

"You know," Thales lowered his eyes and said softly:

"Why did Saker kill me?"

At that moment, Thacker's erratic thoughts stopped instantly.

What?

He was completely stunned.

He wasn't the only one with this expression, and everyone present was also taken aback.

From the still awkward little Barney, to the worried Belletti, to the vigilant Semuel, as well as Taldin, Cannon, and Brie—confusion, incomprehension, doubt, all kinds of emotions flooded everyone Heart.

Only the quickline's face changed a lot when he realized something!

Just listen to Thales calmly adjusting his breathing, raising the corners of his mouth:

"Because he knows."

"Because Saker knows what I am."

What the **** am I.

The prince is very calm and at ease, as if this is an ordinary answer.

The silence in the dungeon lasted for several seconds.

Wait.

Sackel's expression slowly melted away, and he looked at Thales, who could not be more ordinary, with indescribable surprise.

He...

He wants...

"I don't understand." Semir was watching, narrowing his eyes:

"What is ‘what is’?"

Soon, in the midst of everyone's questions, the incredibly fast rope was the first to open his mouth wide in surprise and subconsciously stretch out his arm!

"Eh, that, pregnant—I mean Thales?"

But the fast rope quickly noticed the surroundings: under the suspicion of the people around him, he couldn't even say Thales' name, so he retracted his hand in embarrassment, and his voice weakened.

Thyls just looked indifferent and didn't care.

"You..."

Sackel looked at Thales in surprise, unable to restrain his reaction anymore:

"Can't you... are you crazy!"

Semir, Tardin... Many people did not understand, they exchanged questioning glances back and forth between the conversation between Thacker and Thales.

Little Barney stared at Thacker’s expression and Thales’ back, and felt the difference.

What's wrong...

The prince...what is the secret?

Tyles raised his mouth slightly, shook his head, and smiled at the penalty knight.

"I already know you, watchman."

Thyls laughed:

"But you don't know me."

"You don't know what I have experienced since I came into this world."

Tyles raised his right hand and slowly spread out his palm, looking at the unhealed bloodstain in the center of his palm that was cut by the dagger.

Just as he did before he came to the prison of bones.

Sackel looked at Thales at this moment, and was speechless in surprise.

In front of him, the boy’s expression was calm and relaxed, even...

Very pleasant.

Watching Thales's fast rope frowned.

No.

Suddenly he realized that this was not Thales’ strategy or means.

No.

He really wants to...

Quickline suddenly felt an unparalleled panic.

"Death may make me unhappy, but it no longer scares me," Thales's tone of voice contains a rare relief:

"And what really scares me..."

Thyls said, his eyes became confused.

Ashida's proud face flashed before his eyes, Giza's crazy expression.

[Thyls, this world, they don't hate us. 】

[They are afraid of us. 】

[They are unforgiving and unacceptable, not our behavior, but our existence]

And... the mysterious figure of Toros.

Thyls sighed lightly.

"What frightens me is the fear, anxiety, nervousness that I can't get rid of when I am carrying that secret-even the nightmare is its shadow and cannot escape."

"I'm afraid of this secret being known at the moment, worrying about the fate and unknowns I will face, nervous about how the world will treat me, and worrying about everything that is familiar may leave me. Uneasy."

Thyls slowly raised his head, his eyes slowly focusing.

"Today, that moment has arrived."

Thyls turned his head and found the fast rope staring at him blankly.

The boy smiled at him, and then let out a breath.

Thank you.

"And that's not that bad."

Looking at the stunned expression on the fast rope, Thales squeezed his palm firmly, feeling the pain in his palm.

"On the contrary, face it, the moment when facing the consequences..."

"I really understand."

Thyls turned around and raised his eyes calmly.

"The only thing that is pestering me, torturing me, punishing me, and refusing to let me go is not the secret, not my upcoming destiny, not the unknown that I cannot grasp, and nothing else."

"It's me."

"What I need is not the shackles of self-confidence," Thales clenched his fist and pressed **** the place where he had been burned by the silver coin in his heart: "but let go of me."

"Ashes...reborn."

Sackel has been completely stunned.

"Your Highness...Your Highness?" Belletti seemed to realize that something was wrong, and with his face full of worry and doubt, he said in a warning, half warning.

Faced with the almost gushing doubts of a group of people, Thales just smiled in relief.

"Yes, everyone."

He closed his eyes and tried not to watch the reactions of people around him.

The voice of the prince echoed in the dungeon~IndoMTL.com~ accompanied by Thaker's almost stagnant expression and fast-rope breathing.

"I, Thales Canxing, is one of the greatest taboos in the world that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"Thacher thinks it is the same kind of culprit who disrupted the kingdom in those days."

The next moment, Thales took a deep breath in a dead silence and opened his eyes.

"I am a magician."

The young man used the calmest, most indifferent, and most indifferent tone of his life, and said the answer that made Sackair, Quick Rope, and Barney make everyone gasp:

"A disaster."

I know, "Rebirth" is not finished yet... but I promise, the next chapter is really the last one!

(End of this chapter)

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