Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 2: It’s you

Under the bright sky, "Meteor" Nicolai helped Grivo, a seriously injured veteran, standing in a ruin in the shield area. This article is from 　wwww. lwχs520. com　 first release

He expressionlessly, looked at the oncoming people--a dozen teams of heavily armed patrol soldiers.

"What's the matter?" Griveaux asked the meteorite impatiently: "It's just a patrol."

"It's nothing," Nicolai's sharp gaze scanned the patrol in front of him, his pupils shrunk slightly: "It's just a bit strange."

Grivor frowned: "Strange?"

"Yes, your majesty's warrant," the meteorite said in confusion: "It stands to reason that, except for the Blade Guard, all troops are not allowed to approach the shield area..."

At this moment, a strong male voice came out of the patrol crowd:

"Is it Lord Nicolai?"

The soldiers clinging to torches stepped out of a passage, and a middle-aged man dressed in thick gorgeous winter clothes and eight braids tied to his hair appeared in front of them with a long sword at his waist.

At the moment he saw this middle-aged man, Griveaux who was being supported was slightly surprised:

"Ullad?"

Grivor's eyes were surprised: "Is it you?"

Nicolai's heart moved.

Ullad?

He is the order officer who manages the Sword District Bazaar, and he is also a big brother in the underground forces of Longxiao City comparable to Grivo.

The person in charge of the underground black market transaction in Longxiao City.

Just why...

"I'm Seri Nicolai, the commander of the White Blade Guard," Nicolai said calmly: "Your Majesty's order has been lifted?"

But the other party didn't have time to answer, and a red flame suddenly appeared in the distant sky!

Nicolai was shocked!

"Wait, I recognize this," Grivor looked thoughtfully at the fireworks in the sky: "Fourteen years ago, in the deep valley battlefield, when Prince Suril's troops were bitten by the white elves, You guys also shot a shot..."

Nicolae's face is very ugly.

Of course, because that is...

That is...

The signal crossbow arrow of the White Blade Guard.

The highest level-emergency help!

The meteorite was about to speak, and the man with the patrol in front of him spoke out first.

"As you see!"

"Your Majesty has not ordered the lifting of martial law, but we have to come in violation of the order."

The man with eight braids—Ullad’s complexion was very bad, I saw him hurriedly saluting Nicolai, while anxiously said: "Please come with me as soon as possible, we need to rush to His Majesty the King. Beside!"

Nicolae's face changed: "What happened?"

Grivor squinted his eyes dignifiedly. He is also a big brother of the underground forces. He knows Ullad better than Nicolae:

"Ullad, you..." the lame veteran asked lightly: "Did you know something from your channel?"

Ullard nodded, he let out a sigh, his expression ugly:

"The underground news just received..."

"We have reason to believe that tonight, an enemy took advantage of the chaos and entered Longxiao City!"

Nicolai was taken aback and looked at Grivo.

Ullad looked anxious, only listening to the braided man nervously:

"They... are trying to assassinate your Majesty!"

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Thyls clung to the almost silly little slippery head, and his lips trembled.

For several minutes, he blinked desperately, looking at the old body in front of him, wondering if everything in front of him was real.

That terrible old man.

Exter, who is heroic, majestic, majestic, fierce, and scheming, is a king...

"Natural King" Nunn Walton VII.

Just so dead?

Tyles stood blankly, watching the soldiers of the Blade Guard tremblingly cover the king's body.

Red fireworks rose above the head.

"The emergency signal has been sent," the veteran blade guard who had just recognized the assassin said in a mute voice. He retracted the crossbow towards the sky and looked at the old king's body with a gray face: "Head And other hand-to-hand brothers will come soon, come..."

He was a little choked and couldn't speak anymore, so he turned his head too far, afraid to look at the king lying on the ground.

"White blade, white blade shame," another young soldier who was holding his wound, kneeling in front of a brother’s body, gritted his teeth and sobbed, tremblingly said: "Your Majesty...right under our noses...we are all Incompetent sinner... sinner..."

"It's not over yet!" A guard standing on the other side stubbornly held the white-handled scimitar in his hand, with anger, anger, and hatred in his eyes, "We still have a mission... Your Majesty’s blood, We still need our protection...After this..."

Under the gaze of more than a dozen Blade Guards, Xiao Slick bit her lower lip desperately, and whimpered palely.

"Who is that?"

Tyles looked at the short knife on the ground, which was still stained with the king's blood, and asked in a daze, "That assassin?"

The gazes of the warriors all turned towards the star prince, and many of their eyes were angry and accusing.

"You should be more familiar with him than we are," the veteran guard replied lowly to Thales: "That's Little Surryton in the Flower of the Assassin."

"Baannet, known as the'Migratory Locust Blade'."

Tyles calmly touched the JC dagger behind his waist.

The veteran guard glanced at Thales with deep meaning: "Twelve years ago, his brother killed another king with the surname Canxing."

Tyles took a deep breath subconsciously.

A few minutes later, they who signaled the crossbow arrows finally came to rescue.

The sound of uniform footsteps sounded, and countless soldiers came before them.

That is the patrol team in Longxiao City-two to three hundred people.

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

Somewhat strange.

The Blade Guards frowned and looked at the soldiers who came before them.

"Why is it a patrol team!"

The veteran Blade Guard yelled at the soldiers in front of him: "Where is the White Blade Guard?"

"My lord, we saw your signal, so we rushed in," a patrol soldier with the appearance of an order officer said worriedly: "I didn't meet anyone else on the road--what happened? Do you need our help? Place?"

The veteran Blade Guard and one of his companions glanced at each other and said slowly: "Your Majesty is injured and needs medical treatment."

Thyls was startled, and he turned his head to look at the body of King Nunn, who was tightly blocked by the Blade Guard.

What?

Could it be that...

"What? Your Majesty? Does it matter?" The order officer's face changed, "My lord...Please follow us immediately, and we can **** you back to the Palace of Valor."

He waved his big hand, and immediately patrol soldiers approached from both sides.

However.

"Huh!" "Clang!" "Clang!"

A dozen soldiers of the Blade Guard have fierce faces, and they draw their swords together without warning but without hesitation!

The blade was pointed straight at all the patrol members who tried to approach, with a shocking momentum.

The movements are neat and tidy, just like one person.

Slicker's head trembled, and looked at Thales suspiciously.

Thyls pressed her hand back calmly.

Calm down.

He motioned with his eyes.

"My lord?" The order officer of the patrol team looked astonished, not knowing why: "You are..."

The senior guard interrupted him.

"If you really agree to your escort, go to your team," the soldier of the White Blade Guard said coldly: "I'm afraid we will be rounded up."

The order officer's expression was taken aback: "My lord, I don't understand..."

"Before I joined the Blade Guard, I also worked in the patrol of Longxiao City for a while," the negotiating Blade Guard said coldly: "Later, I offended Ullad and was forced to be called to the front as a conscript. , Fought a great battle, and was finally picked by Kaslan."

The order officer frowned.

The veteran blade guard stared at the faintly formed patrols before him, his gaze swept across their palms that were pressed against the weapon all the time, and stared at their calm eyes with a sharp expression: "Why don't I Remember, our patrol team has become so sharp, strong and excellent?"

Thyls was shocked when he heard the words.

So...

He looked at the patrols differently.

The order officer pursed his lips, seeming to ponder the other party's words.

The other soldier of the Blade Guard nodded and said solemnly: "It can be seen that the elite is even comparable to the standing army trained three times a year-you are not soldiers near Longxiao City!"

The Order Officer laughed suddenly.

"My lord, this is Longxiao City. The quality of the conscripts alone is the top of Xilu." He shook his head.

"Please don't doubt our strength because of past experience," the order officer opened his hand, his face was full of helplessness and anxiety: "Furthermore, can there be an army outside, unconsciously Did you come to Longxiao City?"

Hearing these words, Thales was stunned for a few seconds.

Something seems to...missing it?

The next moment, he was shocked!

The White Blade Guard exchanged glances, and the senior veteran slowly said: "In any case, we must wait until the colleagues of the White Blade Guard arrive."

"Frankly speaking, I just saw a lot of the corpses of the Blade Guards on my way here. I am afraid it will be difficult for them to arrive in an organized manner," the Order Officer sighed in the shocked eyes of the Blade Guards. Tone: "If your majesty's injury can't be delayed-we can just **** outside, not close to you..."

"No!"

A childish voice sounded.

Everyone's eyes moved slightly, turning their gazes to the vocal boy.

I saw the prince of the stars, Thales clenched his fists.

Tyles was breathing heavily, and at that moment, a string suddenly struck through his mind.

He figured out something.

"Don't believe them!" Thales gritted his teeth, shaking his mouth under the slick strange and terrified eyes:

"A group of elite foreign troops are indeed stationed near Longxiao City."

The Blade Guards frowned.

Tels calmed his breath, figured out some things, he tried his best to calmly say:

"A group of elite standing troops who can come to Longxiao City in a fair and fair manner--the elite standing army..."

"You are the army."

The Order Officer frowned again and looked at the speaking prince.

At this time, a burst of loud applause sounded from the crowd.

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Two blocks away, several people from the stars are facing each other nervously.

The attendant of the second prince, Wiya struggled with his single-edged sword, wrestling with Miranda's long sword.

Waiya shuddered and looked to the other side: Rolf, who had a broken hand, had been easily defeated by Warden Cohen.

The prince's attendant shouted: "Don't kill him! We are not malicious!"

"No malice?" Opposite Wiyaa, Miranda held the sword with one hand, firmly suppressing the attendant, her eyes sharp: "It was your first hand!"

"I don't know why!" Wiya yelled anxiously: "But Rolf... this supernatural person is from His Royal Highness Thales!"

"Tyles? You mean the prince's person?" Cohen's face was solemn and serious. He held a sword in one hand and Rolf in the other. He looked at his sad and angry eyes and shook his head: "Just this gang Little bastard?"

"Yes!" Wya argued nervously: "We are all members of the Star Mission, Miss Miranda, we met in Broken Dragon Fortress, haven't we!"

Cohen raised his eyebrows and turned to his female companion.

"I know you are the son of Count Gilbert Caso and the prince's attendant." Miranda said flatly.

"But why are you here? In the most dangerous place in Longxiao City?" Miranda looked at the surrounding ruins with clear eyes, then looked at Wiya and Rolf, her expression full of suspicion: "Instead of In the Palace of Valor, staying by the prince on this disaster raging night?"

"Isn't it too suspicious?"

Huaiya gritted his teeth, feeling that the edge of the opponent's sword just happened to be pressing on the weakest part of his sword, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The prince is missing in the capital of the enemy country...

This kind of thing...

"I have no obligation to answer you!"

The attendant stubbornly shook his head: "The prince is taking the risk all the way in Exeter, and you—two heirs of great aristocrats with outstanding skills, sensitive identities, and hatred of the royal family, appear here for no reason— —Isn’t it more suspicious!"

"Suspicious?" Cohen snorted softly.

"Then how do you explain this?" He lifted Rolf's collar, ignoring the hateful eyes of the other person, and said coldly: "I remember his nickname-the ghost of the wind, a blood bottle helper Scum, who was killing people on the streets of Yongxing City dozens of days ago, why did he suddenly become a close attendant by the prince?"

Huiya's words choked.

"Don't want to lie to me," Cohen took out the true nature of the police officer and frowned, "You know, I am the one who crushed his throat!"

Rolf's eyes fired, feeling his numb arm, and took a sip.

No.

You are not...

Not this green skin!

It's the woman...

The woman from the Sulliton family with double knives!

Wiyah only felt a splitting headache: "How do I know what this **** did in the past!"

He took a step forward with Miranda's sword and roared: "But he is my companion now!"

Cohen and Miranda exchanged glances.

Wia tried hard to withstand Miranda's sword, but out of thin air she had the illusion that she was not strong enough.

Damn it.

Every move, every style, was eaten to death by her!

Miranda Allende, the chief seed of the previous session-really as perverted as the legend of Tarry?

Wiya gritted his teeth, a burst of finishing power surged into his arms, making him feel a slight tingling, and the sword moved, killing Miranda.

The female swordsman held the sword with one hand, and the blade turned cleverly to release the opponent's strength.

This time, it was Miranda's turn to change!

This is...

She gritted her teeth slightly.

"Your swordsmanship is good and your intuition is great."

"It should be more suitable for the power of ending like the Swordsman," Miranda took a step back, her eyes narrowed slightly: "But your current power of ending can make the opponent feel pain in the middle of the battle. ……"

"Wya Casso," I saw that Miss Arund's face was full of vigilance, and she said every word: "This strange ending power--what is your relationship with the sword of disaster? "

At this moment, even Cohen's face changed drastically!

Huiya was startled.

"Strange power of ending?" Wiya shook his head questioningly, "What I learned is the ‘unreturned front’ taught by Teacher Chatier! It’s her..."

"Shut up," Miranda's face was cold:

"Daphne Chatier, one of the eight extreme inheritors of the Tower of End, is my teacher!"

The female swordsman shook off the long sword and stuffed the ponytail behind her head into the collar—Cohen knew that this was a sign that she wanted to be serious—seriously: "And I never heard anything from her 'Unreturned Front'!"

Huiya's expression changed.

"This is the recently developed power of ending...You have all graduated for five or six years..." He said anxiously.

But the blonde police officer interrupted him: "Recently developed? I'm afraid this is the power of the Sword of Disaster!"

Wiya frowned tightly: These stubborn guys!

Cohen's eyes were terrifying, and he only listened to him earnestly: "Could it be that...you were also part of their plan to assassinate the prince, were they their internal counterpart? The prince's attendant?"

Huiya only felt that his head was as big as a fight.

"Let me say it again, Rolf and I are both shouldering the heavy responsibility entrusted by His Royal Highness Thales, and what you are doing at this moment," the distraught Wya put up his hands again. , With anger in his tone: "It's a betrayal to the stars!"

"An important task entrusted by a seven-year-old child?"

"Although I know that our Highness is very smart," Cohen said coldly: "But there must be a limit to lies."

The power of termination surged in his left hand, pulling out Rolf, who had lost the power of resistance!

"Boom!"

The ghost of the wind smashed into the ruins, bringing up countless smoke and dust.

Rolf was motionless, as if he had lost consciousness.

"You--" Wiya scolded angrily.

But Miranda's sword has struck him in erratic motion!

"Clang!"

The woman's long sword hit Huaia's hilt just right, causing the latter, who had not healed from his old wound, to retreat two steps with difficulty.

"Clarify your mission--or its relationship with the Sword of Disaster, and prepare to do something to the prince, Casso's attendant." Miranda said politely.

Waiya supported the ground with one hand and looked at Rolf, who disappeared into the ruins, and shouted angrily:

"Damn, you made a mistake from the beginning-I am not a disaster sword at all! I have never done anything against the prince!"

Waiya gasped quickly, clutching her shoulder tightly--the wound torn by the blood was a little cracked.

Miranda's face changed slightly when she heard the words.

Cohen frowned and strode towards Huaia: "We have met your companions in Longxiao City...Just try it a little..."

But the guard only took two steps, and was suddenly stopped by Miranda's hand!

"Miranda?" Cohen looked at his companion's movements in amazement: "How are you..."

"Wait!" Miranda paled, as if thinking of something.

The expression of the female swordsman has changed.

A few seconds later, Miranda trembled!

Cohen looked at his companion worriedly: "Miranda?"

"Cohen," Miranda's breathing became more and more intense. She frowned and looked at Wiya who was angry on the ground: "What he just said..."

"From the assassination of Prince Thales in front of the fortress, to the rumors of Longxiao City, the news that Gu sold us, the reaction of the two disaster swords, and Raphael's words... these clues are all connected Together, I suddenly want to understand..."

Cohen narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "What? What do you want to understand?"

Miranda stared at the angry Wiya, and said with difficulty: "What he just said reminds me-he is not a sword of disaster, nor has he harmed the prince... if it is true... …"

"What do you mean?" Cohen scratched his head: "You mean, what this kid said is true?"

"It's not just this kid," Miranda's voice speeded up uncontrollably, and Cohen clearly heard the tension in her words: "It's everything in Longxiao City!"

Huaiya looked suspiciously at the two relatives of the star nobles.

I saw that the female swordsman’s face was covered with rare solemnity: "The Sword of Disaster exposed itself by assassinating the prince, so we came to investigate..."

Her words began to tremble: "But if, if Longxiao City has no sword of disaster at all, the sword of disaster has not harmed the prince..."

"What are you talking about?" Cohen shook her head and interrupted her: "We saw them, the pair of masters and disciples in the alley-the power of ending can't deceive people."

"No, you don't understand! What we saw is the real sword of disaster," Miranda's sword was pinched and tightened, and his face became paler: "It's not the sword of disaster we were looking for in the first place! "

"The sword of disaster that I was looking for at the beginning?" Cohen showed a thoughtful expression: "You mean..."

"Think about it, what caused Tari to ask us to find the Sword of Disaster?" Miranda turned her head and stared at Cohen.

"What's the matter?" Cohn narrowed his eyes, recalling the past: "Kroeich encountered the ambush of the Sword of Disaster while tracing the truth about the prince's assassination, and was abolished by his right hand..."

Just now.

Miranda and Cohen's faces changed drastically at the same time. They turned around at the fastest speed, back to back, and looked up around.

"Someone approached!"

Huaiya supported herself with a sword, feeling the feedback from the front of no return, strenuously said: "There is killing intent in all directions-we are surrounded!"

The sound of neat and powerful, unbridled footsteps sounded.

One by one, fierce and sturdy figures appeared from behind the ruins.

Soon, Miranda and Cohen looked ugly, watching a group of soldiers dressed in the Longxiao City patrol, pouring into this small ruin from all sides.

There are more than a hundred people, and they are surrounded by water.

Huiya looked at these cold-faced, heavily armed soldiers in astonishment, and looked at their murderous appearances, panicking in her heart.

When did they...

"They are all good hands. They have killed people and have seen blood. They have no good intentions." Miranda swept across the soldiers' cold eyes and said softly.

"Why are we not aware of anything?" Cohen looked at more than a hundred elite soldiers with a heavy look in his heart, holding their swords vigilantly.

"First, we spent all our energies on fighting with these two men," Miranda answered with a calm face, "Second, these people are elite, not ordinary patrols."

The soldiers who surrounded them tightly moved slowly, separated the two sides, and made way for one person.

"Third," Miranda stared at the figure slowly walking out of the crowd, her face colder than ever: "Their commander treats us—whether it’s the hidden skills of the End Tower or our personal habits. , Or our whereabouts these past few days......"

"They are all too familiar."

The figure emerged from the crowd and stood at the front of the team.

Wiya stared at the visitor for unknown reasons.

Miranda lowered her gaze, and sighed deeply.

With the light of the sunrise, Cohen could see the person who came before him--a swordsman in gray armor with a sword on his waist.

He opened his mouth wide in shock and his eyes rounded.

Cohen blinked in disbelief.

That is...

They have just seen it recently...

"G...Kroeich?"

Cohen was shocked. He recognized this female swordsman who was also a seed during the same period in the End Tower.

"You shouldn't..." The sword in the guard's hand trembled, and his eyes fell unconsciously on the right hand of the short-haired female swordsman.

His words stopped.

That right hand.

The sword of Kroaishi that was supposed to be destroyed by the Sword of Disaster, only a day ago, was the swordsman wrapped in a bandage.

At this moment, he is firmly pressed on the saber around his waist.

Flicking fingers flexibly.

"So this is the truth?" Miranda looked at Croaich with a calm face, her voice filled with exhaustion--and disappointment.

But the new girl—Croaig has no intention of telling them about the past.

She just stared at the two contemporaneously coldly, as if they had never known each other.

"In the name of Exter!" Croix said loudly.

Cohen and Miranda drew together.

Here it comes.

The truth of the matter.

At the same time as their end tower, the female swordsman Kroaishi Michael, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, gently stroked the short hair on her head, and pressed her face coldly on the hilt of the sword at her waist:

"Miranda Allende, Cohen Karabyan," Croaich swept away his desperate expression a day ago, a pair of shrewd and sharp eyes, cast a cold tone at the two of his own. , Without hesitation:

"Because of being suspected of sneaking into Longxiao City..."

Cohen and Miranda sank.

The girl in the uniform continued: "Together with the Star Mission, conspiring to harm the Grand Duke of Fengzhao City, Lord Conkley Perfit..."

Huiya's face changed drastically in an instant.

"And the assassination of the King, Majesty Nunn Walton..."

Now, all three stars in the field were shocked!

What?

Kroeich's unsentimental words continue:

"The conspiracy to launch a coup in Exeter..."

"You are arrested!"

Crow Ash finished speaking and looked at them coldly.

Every time she says one, Cohen and Miranda's faces become pale.

Wiya bit her lip tightly.

Miranda quietly looked at the same period of training under the same teacher, her expression complicated.

Cohen's eyes widened, and he kept shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe everything before him.

"Put down your weapons and catch with your hands," Kroaixi, who stood in front of more than a hundred soldiers, did not change his face, moving neatly with his sword in his hand, and said coldly:

"The rebels die."

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"It is worthy of being the one of the best guards in a thousand miles." Amidst the applause, a rough middle-aged nobleman in uniform, separated the crowd and stood in front of Thales and the Guards. "So shrewd and vigilant, the Dragon's Guard deserves ."

The Blade Guards frowned and exchanged suspicious glances.

But no one is as shocking as the star prince.

"You."

Thyls tried to control his breathing.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the man standing in the crowd.

The strange and familiar person.

The mood is complex and subtle.

Such results are unexpected and irrefutable.

"It's you."

Tyles took a deep breath and unconsciously squeezed Slick's hand.

The girl looked at him worriedly.

"It is you, from the beginning, deliberately, in the name of escorting me, transported the army to the vicinity of Longxiao City."

"I sneak in and hide in secret."

Thyls only felt that his throat was dry and dumb, making it difficult to say:

"For this moment."

The rough aristocrat on the opposite side sneered disdainfully, but there was a hint of expression on his cold face.

"Just now, the person who hired the assassins," Thales turned his head numbly, looked at the long-dead King Nunn, and closed his eyes with difficulty: "It's you too."

The breathing of the Blade Guards gradually increased.

The other party was silent, holding down a worn old scabbard around his waist without speaking.

"Really."

Tyles opened his eyes and stared at the person in front of him.

The other party still didn't say a word.

Until the star prince took a deep breath, amidst the confusion and pain, he uttered each other’s name word by word:

"Dear Black Sand Grand Duke..."

"The Lord Charman Rumba?"

The rough uniformed nobleman-Grand Duke Lombard's eyes moved and cast a sharp gaze, looking directly at Thales.

Thyls just felt extremely cold in his heart.

There was silence.

The eyes of the Blade Guards were full of anger and hatred.

The eyes of the black sand leader's army are full of indifference and killing intent.

Until the rugged middle-aged nobleman—Charman Lombard's deep, heavy voice sounded like thunder.

"It's a pity," I saw Grand Duke Heisha raising his brows, and said coldly: "The great natural king, His Majesty Nunn Walton, died unexpectedly tonight."

"He should stay in the Palace of Valor."

Thyls squeezed his fists, and he felt: Xiao Slick's head began to tremble again.

"You know, he is my mother's brother and my relative."

Rumba squinted his eyes, and walked to a place only two meters away from them, looking at the corner surrounded by angry blade guards.

"Lost loved ones--it makes me very sad."

Chaman Rumba coldly drew his saber from the worn-out old scabbard around his waist.

"Huh!"

The saber that he once sent into his brother's chest in a duel.

The "Order Officer" watched the Grand Duke's movements and waved gently.

The already tense atmosphere seemed to be instantly ignited.

"Puff!"

The black-sand-collared soldiers in the first row took a murderous step forward.

Although the number of the White Blade Guards is small, they are all short, and the left arm shield on the long knife stand.

"Retreat, the traitors of the black sand collar," the senior blade guard warned with a cold voice: "Otherwise you will taste the anger of the blade."

However, the soldiers in the black sand collar were unmoved.

"Okay," the leader with the appearance of an order official said with a light smile: "We have been looking forward to it for a long time, the elders of the royal capital."

The atmosphere is getting more and more tense.

"Can we talk, Grand Duke?"

Thyls exhaled. He looked at the Grand Duke of Rumba with a complex expression, watching the contrast of the number of people in the field: "About tonight...maybe there is another way to solve it."

Chaman Rumba turned his head slightly.

He looked at the star prince indifferently, without any fluctuations in his eyes.

As if looking at a corpse.

"Have you forgotten, Your Highness Thales?" Grand Duke Lombard raised his eyebrows, his face was like frozen ice accumulating: "I haven't talked to you about it~IndoMTL.com~ Xiao Shuatou hides in fear Behind Thales.

"It's a pity..."

The second prince frowned and looked at each other in disbelief.

He remembered their first meeting.

I saw Rumba's face still, and slowly shook his head: "Children can't drink."

Oh.

Tyles closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.

Damn it.

The next second, Grand Duke Heisha gently pressed his saber and exhaled, his eyes were bottomless and deep.

"Be more swift," the Grand Duke gave his army expressionlessly, "Don't stay alive."

"Especially that boy."