Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 208: Different ways of living

When Thales walked wearily on the sand under his feet, most of the members of the Royal Guard stood up and waited with serious faces.

The respect is awe-inspiring.

Only Saker, who sat the farthest, turned his head to him unhurriedly.

In the desert, Thales plowed the sand step by step.

Every step he took was stuck in the sand, but every time he broke free of the sand with all his strength, he took the next step again.

As always.

Finally, Thales stopped in front of everyone.

He quietly looked at the royal guard who described the embarrassed and gloomy face.

This group of people...

Quickrope, who was fighting with the army pie, rolled his eyes, and hurriedly climbed up to his feet, facing Thales desperately pointing at himself, and showing a flattering smile of "Hey, it's me" .

Beletti looked at Barney Jr., then at Sacuel, and found that none of them seemed to speak, so she sighed:

"His Royal Highness..."

But Thales interrupted him:

"It's over."

In front of the surprised people, the prince smiled:

"Thousands of people have witnessed your escape from prison..."

Thyls's voice lowered:

"But... it's over."

It's over?

Beletti and Tardin looked at each other and read each other's surprise.

The prince turned around and looked at the desert at dawn. Team after team of cavalry were swiftly going back and forth under the dispatch, conveying Roman’s order, and watching Ricky return to his group, comforting him. The mercenaries who point to the side.

"The official statement is: During the civil strife in the Bladeya camp, Legendary Wings personally executed every fugitive, without leaving a living."

The guards looked surprised and looked at each other.

The youth is quiet and authentic:

"So, all the guard prisoners who were in prison eighteen years ago have all passed away."

"Do you...understand?"

Everyone slowed their breathing, digesting the news.

Thyls' eyes darkened:

"I want to do more, reopen your old case, get rid of your charges, and restore your reputation, but..."

He didn't go on.

The guards were silent, looking at each other from time to time, filled with hesitation and confusion.

"His Royal Highness..."

Belleti took a deep breath, as if having a lot of courage:

"We, we..."

But Thales is authentic:

"Baron Williams will arrange everything that is left, whether it is secret science or the army, you will no longer be blocked."

Little Barney frowned.

"As for how to leave here, hide your identity, hide your name..."

Thyls scanned the tired, sleepy and scarred guards one by one, his voice hoarse:

"You are all masters with unique skills, I believe you will have a way."

Hide your identity, hide your name...

Beletti and several others looked at each other, puzzled.

Without waiting for others to react, Thales looked at the hippie smiling guy:

"Do me a favor again, take the fast rope-this guy up and out of here, and keep him away from the vision of the caring person."

Everyone turned their heads together, and the fast-rope face stiffened while still giggling.

"Don't ask who he is, and don't ask where he comes from."

Tyles looked tiredly at the fast rope, and managed to smile:

"This is what I owe him."

Quick rope froze.

After that, Thales sighed and stepped on the soft, cold and lifeless gravel under his feet:

"Now."

He raised his head and looked towards Chu Yang in the east:

"You are free."

Freedom.

The moment the word was uttered, all the members of the guard were taken aback.

Including Thacker.

Freedom?

At that moment, dazedness and confusion filled the air.

Bry and Cannon looked to the east suspiciously, slightly shaken.

Little Barney looked at the sand under his feet, lost in thought.

Beletti and Tardin looked at everyone blankly, not knowing what to say.

Quickrope rolled his eyes steadily, seeming to understand that this is not a good time to speak.

Only Saker, he stared at Thales motionlessly.

"Enjoy."

Tyles glanced at them deeply, smiled comfortedly, and turned around.

He faltered, walked towards the sand dunes and led a white horse, Roman standing upright like a person in the picture.

"Your Highness."

At this moment, Belletti finally couldn't help but speak:

"What about you?"

His words drag people who are immersed in God from the unspeakable atmosphere.

Thyls stopped.

But he does not look back:

"I am a prince, remember?"

Tyles exhaled and looked at Roman in the distance:

"I will go back with them, first to the blade camp."

"Return to Everstar City."

Back to where I started.

To face my destiny...

Thyls clenched his fists.

My future.

"Your Highness."

Belleti took a deep breath, looked around, and nodded with her colleagues.

"Let us follow you."

"Whether it is Blade Ya Camp or Ever Star City."

Thyls frowned slightly.

I saw Belletti step forward, facing Thales’s back, pressing his chest sincerely:

"This sword is only swung for the emperor."

"Only for the emperor."

Taldin and Cannon also pressed their hands on their chests and followed solemnly:

"No other use."

Thyls shivered slightly.

He slowly turned his head back and looked at the scarred and exhausted group of veterans who were still struggling to straighten their chests and straighten their waists.

Maybe...

Just like eighteen years ago.

Thyls couldn't help feeling a little.

At that moment, there was silence in the desert.

The atmosphere didn't dare to take a sip of the fast rope and looked around. Embarrassed, he still suppressed the phrase "Can I go first?

A few seconds later, Thales smiled softly.

"First of all, I am not the emperor."

The prince sighed:

"There has long been no emperor in this world."

The guards lowered their arms, slightly surprised.

"Secondly, I cannot convince my father, and he will only throw you into prison again."

Thyls' gaze swept over everyone, to the mark on their face:

"Or worse."

The guards seemed unable to react for a while, looking at each other.

Thyls smiled, shook his head and silently refused, and walked away.

Leave a group of guards at a loss.

Another breeze blows away the slightly rising heat.

"But we are dead."

Taldin's bleak voice sounded low and stopped Thales' steps.

I saw Tardin staring at the sand beneath his feet, slowly raising his head:

"Your Highness, we...have no other place to go."

His words made the rest of the guards feel unstable.

Sackel, who was standing farthest, even turned his head.

"Let us work for you, this is what I can think of, our only value." Tardin said bitterly.

Tyles exhaled.

The only value...

He thought of the oath of the guard, and suddenly mixed feelings.

The Royal Guard, isn't it?

Feeling the silent sadness, the young man nodded and smiled:

"If in the past, when I was young, maybe I would say, ‘Okay, come and work for me’."

"But now..."

The prince was in a trance.

He immediately raised his head and looked at everyone sincerely, receiving their confused, unwilling, empty, or lost eyes:

"Eighteen years, you have been for the stars, for the Fuxing Palace, for the Canstar royal family...More importantly, for yourself, for your own choice, you have paid enough."

Many people trembled.

Thyls walked slowly back to Tardin and looked at his puzzled eyes.

"What you need is rebirth."

Thyls wanted to take his shoulders, but unfortunately found that the action was a bit awkward due to his height.

"It is truly, freely, unfettered, unrestricted..."

The young man shrugged helplessly, had to clenched his fist, and tapped Tardin's shoulder:

"...to live."

The wind blows, blowing Thales' words into the distance.

Everyone in the guard stared at the prince before them.

The silence and confusion enveloped here for a while.

"And believe me, you always have a place to go."

Thyls gave a soft smile and looked towards the east of the rising sun:

"A better place."

Taldin looked at the prince blankly.

Belleti opened her mouth to speak, but in the end she said nothing.

But Barney’s strong voice rang, attracting attention:

"From the perspective of the history of stars, being a prince is never easy."

Tyles frowned and turned his head and watched Barney pass through a group of figures and came to him:

"You will need an invisible force out of sight."

"We are very suitable, as your sword outside the Fuxing Palace."

Barney stood in front of the crowd, staring at Thales scorchingly.

Thyls was startled for a second.

As a prince...

Out of sight...

Hidden power...

At that moment, Thales remembered a lot.

For example, the map of Fuxing Palace given to him by King Nunn.

For example, the dying crazy eyes of the Dead Crow.

And long ago, the gloomy tone of the Black Prophet.

This makes Thales a little surprised.

"What a coincidence."

Tyles raised his head, smiling at everyone:

"Baozi, the guy with the Shield of Deception, he also said something similar to me."

Everyone was taken aback by this.

The shield of deception?

"I want to be a secret knife in my hand."

But Thales immediately laughed out of his voice.

"Power?"

In the eyes of everyone who didn't know why, Thales raised his head in sorrow and looked at the endless desert:

"Yes, I pulled you from the dark dungeon, from the bottomless abyss, from the eternal nightmare."

He shook his head and sneered with his hands spread out:

"So, I have gained your loyalty?"

"And you can be my strength?"

The prince's seemingly self-talking words make everyone confused:

"Then, let's get the monarch and his ministers to each other, make contributions, sweep the Quartet, and stay in history?"

Tyles looked at the sunrise in the distance, with an incomprehensible joke in his eyes:

"Good story."

"Enough to write one."

The guards looked at each other in surprise.

Belleti tentatively asked:

"His Royal Highness..."

But Thales quickly recovered and spoke with a complex expression:

"A long time ago, I knew a guy."

"He is always smiling, watching the children fall into the endless abyss, watching them struggle helplessly, and then smiling, appearing as a savior and reaching out to them."

"In this way, he can occupy a high ground without blemish, and through blameless ethics, he will be rewarded with kindness, without guilt, without burden, and righteously become the master of the saved, gaining one by one Heartbroken and grateful to Dade's men."

Thyls sighed softly, his words made Belletti and Tardin look at each other, their faces puzzled.

The prince looked around at the people in front of him, looking at their scattered and tired figures, lonely and authentic:

"If you modify the perspective and brushwork, the beauty is hidden and evil, people like him are enough to become the protagonist of the legend, the image is perfect, and it is logical to achieve merit in the final chapter, and the world is harmonious."

Thyls faint way:

"Except...I was one of those kids."

Everyone was silent.

Thyls was quiet for two seconds, then raised his head:

"You know, there is some truth to what Sackel said."

"I was thinking..."

"Is everything I do to help you or myself?"

The guard veterans were shocked again.

Only the penalty knight looked straight at him, looking obscure.

I saw Thales staring into everyone's eyes with deep meaning, calling out their names:

"Barney, Belletti, Tardin, Cannon, Bri..."

"Sacker."

People who are called can't help but stand up subconsciously.

"Listen well."

Thyls is serious and serious:

"It was not me who saved you, but you yourself."

"Your freedom is won by yourself."

"You don't owe me anything."

These words shocked many people.

"You have been tortured and escaped to life with all your hardships,"

Thyls looked at the direction of the camp with a firm tone:

"Not for loyalty to me, not to change a shackle, not to change a master."

"Not to stand still, not to return to the abyss of power."

The prince looked at everyone without a doubt, and even the fast rope stood upright subconsciously.

"If you escaped from the prison of bones, but turned into my subordinates and become the second prince's bargaining chip..."

"Then everything I have done today, and everything you have endured in the past, is meaningless."

Thyls tightened his throat and sighed:

"It's just the selfishness of another star that tied you back to the old game, pushing you back to the vortex of eighteen years ago, and the nightmare reappears."

"You... don't deserve this fate."

At that moment, everyone was speechless.

Sackel's eyes changed when he saw him.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Barney's voice sounded slowly.

The Vanguard frowned, as if determined to refute Thales’ words:

"Don't talk about anything else, at least, we all know your...secret."

His last word bite very hard.

Also change the colors of everyone present!

Even Thales looked dark.

My secret.

The fast rope behind the crowd subconsciously grabbed the time crossbow in his hand.

Little Barney ignored the glances of Belletti and Tardin and gritted his teeth:

"For your safety and benefit, if you don't use this opportunity to tie us to your side and strengthen yourself..."

"That is very unwise."

Little Barney said coldly:

"If there is a slight leak, waiting for your fate...will be very bad."

Thyls was silent.

Beletti patted Barney on the shoulder, but the latter just ignored him.

But a few seconds later, Thales looked up and smiled relieved.

"Not long ago, I met a prince-another."

Everyone was puzzled.

Only the fast rope has changed.

"The way of life we ​​choose is destined for our end. It has nothing to do with power or status."

"If I grow up to the point of being a dog, fearful, or even embarking on conspiracies and tricks, I care about the interests of power..."

Thyls looked at the fast rope in the crowd intentionally or unintentionally, and sighed:

"Then I will never get rid of the shackles of fate."

His words silenced everyone.

Thyls looked at everyone:

"Just like you are now."

"Your choice determines whether what you get is another chain with a changed name, or is it..."

Tyles took a deep breath and exhaled slowly:

"True freedom."

Everyone moved slightly, even Barney slightly lowered his head.

When many people began to meditate, a long-lasting voice penetrated the sand:

"You are not like your father."

Everyone turned their heads, and was surprised to find that it was Thaker who was standing outside.

Father.

The scene of the first father and son meeting in Mindith Hall popped up in Thales' mind.

He thought of the Northland again, thought of the dragon blood, thought of the Bladeya camp.

Think of the crown and the scepter on the throne.

Father.

But Thales was just a little surprised, and then he smiled:

"Because I am not him."

He must be authentic:

"It will never be."

Thacker looked at him steadily, but suddenly sneered:

"Not necessarily."

This makes Thales' smile fade a little.

However, Saker said the next sentence:

"Your mother has passed away."

Talston was surprised!

I saw the penalty knight lightly said:

"Stop looking for her."

For an instant, all eyes turned to Thacker.

Has... passed away?

"What do you mean?"

Thyls, who reacted, said in amazement:

"Do you know my mother? Seranjylana?"

But Saker just shook his head, his expression turned indifferent: "No."

"Remember what I said."

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

What he said...

Passed...

So...

Finally, facing the ice-like silence of Thackerel, the prince could only sigh helplessly.

"Forget it, I guess you won't tell me."

Sackel didn't answer, but looked at him coldly.

But Thales immediately scoffed:

"'I've passed away, don't find her anymore'..."

"Do you know, Saker, what is the most interesting part of the language."

Sackel frowned.

The prince squinted his eyes:

"People always like to focus on the back."

Those words made Zackel startled.

Thyls smiled.

The neigh of war horses rang in the distance.

The prince took a breath, gave up and continued to ask, turning his head to look at the rising sun.

"The Royal Guard, for the last time, I ordered as Thales Canxing...no, tell you."

The guards were suddenly in awe.

Just listen to the prince quietly and authentically:

"The nightmare is gone, and the darkness is no longer."

He scanned everyone carefully.

Barney with a stubborn look, Belletti with a worried face, Tardin with a gloomy look, Cannon with a cringe, and Brie with a heart...

Sackel was silent.

And the dull fast rope.

"From now on, truly free..."

He smiled.

"Live."

After that, Thales turned around decisively, regardless of other people's reactions, and walked towards the dunes in the distance where Roman was waiting for him.

Tyles dragged his exhausted body just like when he came, wading away the gravel step by step.

To his way home.

The morning light shone, and golden reflections appeared on his back:

It's over.

With these...

Everything in the dungeon flashed before his eyes.

Extremely moved.

It's a pity...

"Your Highness."

Behind him came Belletti's faint cry of choking.

But Thales just shook his head and continued on the trek.

Farewell.

The Royal Guard.

There was a faint muffled noise behind him.

Thyls, in a trance, did not look back.

But in the next second, more and more muffled sounds came one after another.

The cavalry and mercenaries in the distance seemed to have seen something, they were slightly uproar, and cast their gazes here.

Huh?

Thyls, whose thoughts were interrupted, stopped.

Roman frowned in the distance, and Ricky stopped the conversation with his subordinates.

They all looked over here.

At the alert of these anomalies, Thales looked back suspiciously.

And he immediately froze.

This is...

In the early morning, the yellow sand is shining.

I saw six stubborn figures, cast like iron on the desert horizon, leaning forward slightly.

In the blur of light and shadow, the neat and consistent figures were drawn out, and they were washed by the morning light and wind and sand.

This is...

Thyls stared blankly at the scene in front of him: Thacker, Barney, Belletti...

It's the royal guard.

There is wind and sand, and all the guards have knelt down on one knee in the sand.

They didn't say a word, they didn't move, they couldn't see their faces or their expressions.

They just touched their right palms to their chests, and swung their left arms back in the direction of the prince...

Look down deeply.

It's like a final tribute.

At that moment, Thales looked at the six kneeling figures and suddenly felt his chest sink.

He pursed his mouth.

But Thales said nothing after all.

He raised his right fist with a smile, and lightly smashed it in the chest.

Then turn around decisively.

Behind him, six figures lowered their heads.

Standing in the distance, Wings of Legend frowned and looked at the scene before him:

In the distance, among the golden sand dunes, six bruised men knelt firmly on the ground and bowed their heads in the same direction.

Close, under the pale sky, the thin young man walked slowly, struggling but firm, with a bitter and relieved expression.

Like an oil painting.

"Candy Star." Roman mumbled, and snorted coldly.

In the team of the Sword of Disaster, Josh looked at the six figures irritably, disdainful of the semir who looked a little idiotic around him:

"If you want, you can join them,"

"You can't forget it anyway."

Semuel's face sank, then he turned to Josh.

"I thought you would know better than me."

Josh was taken aback:

"What is clear?"

Semuel snorted and looked towards the sky:

"Will you forget your wife and children, Josh?"

Wife and children...

Josh froze.

He unconsciously squeezed the hilt and gritted his teeth.

Looking at Josh's appearance, Semir sighed:

"Yes, I know."

"But ah, once some things are lost," Semir watched from a distance, watching the six figures kneeling on one knee slowly standing up, and said in a daze:

"It is irretrievable."

The next moment, Semir's confused eyes returned to determination:

"We have nowhere to go except for the future."

"Nothing."

Semir turned and left on his own.

Leave behind Josh with a complicated face.

Josh looked at the six figures, and then at the back of Semir.

Cray came and asked strangely: "What's the matter?"

Josh shook his head:

"Nothing."

"Cut, self-righteous empire."

He murmured nonchalantly, turning around to pack his clothes.

In the distance, Thales endured the desire to look back and moved forward step by step.

Until the voice of the fast rope rang from behind.

"Hey!"

Thyls turned his head in amazement, and subconsciously caught the package in his arms.

"Your luggage."

Quickrope stood behind him, his tone low.

"And your...crossbow."

Quick Rope threw the Time Crossbow to him again, forcing Thales into a frenzy.

Quickline sighed and looked at the royal guards who were slowly getting up and moving away:

"Are you sure you don't want them?"

"They will be a very good help, and it is rare to have such a deep bond with you, loyal to you, and willing to be born and die for you."

Tyles hung up the package with difficulty, exhaled, and smiled:

"Maybe."

Quick rope frowned:

"You know, your identity is not good...If you have them as subordinates, then at least in the future when you encounter accidents..."

He did not go on.

Thyls curled his mouth.

Yes, that's it, so...

"Sword of Disaster."

Thyls said suddenly.

"Did you know that they specifically look for those who are at the end of the endless abyss, use the desperate void in the latter's heart, make vain promises, capture their spirits, take advantage of the danger, and put them at a loss. Collect it for your own use."

"Even if the person pushing them into the abyss is not Ricky."

Tyles looked at the fast rope with a puzzled look, and said seriously:

"And I hate that feeling."

Quick rope narrowed his eyes, expressing puzzlement.

Tyles sighed, took his gaze away from the back of the royal guard, and looked to the sky:

"Like an invisible hand in destiny, these poor people are tortured to scars, crazy and desperate, just for today, for when I stand here, let them be willing to be me The chess pieces are for me to use until I finish the final chapter, which was destined long ago."

Quick rope froze.

I saw Thales faintly and authentically:

"But I can't do it, can't do that kind of hypocrisy, shamelessness and selfishness."

"They are not my pawns."

"Just as I am not a **** of fate."

The two were silent for a few seconds.

Quick rope sighed:

"If my father is here, he will call you stupid."

King Nunn?

Yes.

Maybe.

Thyls smiled.

"Do you know that Ricky, he said that my power of ending has been drifting with the flow, swaying left and right, without direction."

"I think he was right."

"So I made my choice."

Tyles fixed his eyes on the fast rope:

"It's like you made a choice."

"That's it."

These words made the expression of Quickline fade, revealing a thoughtful look.

After a few seconds, the fast rope suddenly spoke:

"You are different."

Thyls was stunned:

"What is the difference?"

Quickline shook his head.

"I can't tell you, but..."

Quickline frowned and looked at Thales:

"I can feel it."

"Compared with that Thales in the desert before..."

The fast rope is really serious, with a serious and serious expression:

"You seem to have something more and something missing."

The two faced each other and were silent for several seconds.

Thyls raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly.

"Maybe...I'm grown up."

Quick rope raises eyebrows.

"You know, this journey has taught me a lot."

Thyls sighed slightly, and looked to the northwest, looking in the direction he came, a little silly:

"Even more than... the total of the previous six years."

Quickline looked at him and sighed.

"So this is goodbye—you are going back to be a prince, right."

Thyls came back to his senses.

"I guess, yes."

With Ruoyouruwu's sadness, he reluctantly teased:

"Return to the chains of power."

The chains of power.

Quickline was silent for a few seconds.

"As a prince, Thales, what do you think of my father?"

The fast rope is abrupt and authentic:

"As a king?"

Thyls was startled.

King Nunn?

Thinking of this name, Thales can't help frowning as he recalled many pasts.

The Wrath VII of Exeter.

As...the king?

Looking at the quick rope or the sad or unhappy expression, Thales sighed lightly:

"He is a well-deserved overlord of the generation."

"Long-sighted, brilliant, wise and ruthless."

Just...

Not so lucky.

Thyls bowed his head sadly.

"Yes."

The fast rope seemed to be aroused by memories, and nodded in a daze:

"What do you think, how do you compare to him?"

Me?

With King Nunn?

Thyls was stunned again.

In just a few seconds, I recalled the opponent’s decisive challenge to Puffett, the fierceness of poisoning Alex, the majesty of the princes, the decisiveness of delivering "triumphal", the courage to conquer the disaster, and his deep hiding Behind the scenes, after calculating the countless conspiracies between himself and Rumba...

Thyls couldn't help laughing:

"No, I will end my life..."

"Not as good as him in case."

Quickline is silent, his face is not good, as if thinking of some unpleasant memory.

"Listen, Thales."

After a few seconds, the fast rope sighed:

"I don't know how Extremists like Dragon Knight, Cold King, Broken Steel, and Whisperer led a thousand troops to dominate all directions..."

"I don't know how stellar monarchs like the Revival King, Oathkeeper, and Xianjun prosper the country and bring great governance..."

Speaking of so many names, his tone is rather serious than usual.

This makes Thales uncomfortable.

At this second, Fast Rope's face was full of seriousness, which incited Thales to straighten up subconsciously.

It seems that the person in front of me has changed back to that Moral Walton.

"But after today, I know at least one thing."

Moral stared at the boy closely:

"Tels, whether it is my father or my brother."

He shook his head slowly, but his tone was firm:

"They even have one of your little fingers..."

"None can compare."

Silence.

Long silence.

Looking at Moral's determined and unquestioned eyes, Thales was completely stunned.

He...

He said...

What?

"Moral~IndoMTL.com~you..." Thales subconsciously said after finally reacting.

But Moral interrupted him.

"Tyles," I saw King Nunn's second son slowly approaching, pressing on Thales's shoulder with one hand:

"Become a king."

"A good king."

At this moment, Prince Moral Walton's eyes flashed with a rare light:

"Because after today, I believe that you will be better than them and other kings."

"Can you prove: even in the shackles of power..."

"There can also be different ways of living."

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