Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 210: Make me more…excited

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His Majesty Kessel and Lord Hansen...

The secret branch of the kingdom?

Tyles clenched his fists subconsciously and glanced towards the back of the royal guards getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe the king’s reputation was shocking, or the secret department’s reputation was terrifying. As the knight’s voice spread, the hundreds of cavalry under Roman’s command, from the guards on the periphery to the waiters inside, were in an uproar.

The two secret members on horseback are getting closer.

No, there are more than two people, behind them, a dozen rides rolling in.

Thyls, who reacted, turned pale and turned to Roman in the distance:

"Hey, Xiaobai—I mean, Williams!"

He yelled, his tone full of anxiety:

"Maybe I can use my identity to delay..."

But Roman reacted faster than him!

"What to panic!"

Legendary Wings rides on his white horse, his earrings swaying, heroic.

He urged his hoof forward, while yelling at the surrounding subordinates, suppressing their anxiety:

"Do what you should do!"

Roman approached slowly and glanced at Thales.

Thyls was startled: At this moment, Wings of Legend exudes ominous emotions, his expression is clouded, as if thunder is imminent.

"You too."

He said coldly on the white horse.

The teenager nodded subconsciously.

Roman raised his head and looked at a dozen knights getting closer and closer

Ten seconds later, more than a dozen secret science members on horseback finally galloped up to Thales and got off the horse skillfully:

The first person holding the scroll looks a little fat, and he looks a little bit happy from a distance. He wears the thin clothes and headscarf that are common in the Western Wilderness, and is out of breath;

The second person following has a burning eye, a tough face, and his immediate actions are calm. But for some reason, Thales always felt that his upper lip and left jaw were slightly red, as if he had been stained with some kind of paint such as lip gloss.

The knights behind them looked different, but they all wore different costumes: merchants, mercenaries, farmers, and herdsmen.

This is...

Secret Branch?

Thyls was wary.

The fat man took the lead, stepping **** the sand, trying to raise the scroll in his hand higher.

"This is Lord Hansen's delegation warrant, with your majesty's confirmation signature on it..."

His Xihuang accent is very heavy, and the calm and tough man behind him looks carefully at the young man behind Wings of Legend.

Thyls looked at the warrant that was said to be from the Black Prophet with a headache, thinking in his heart that he hoped the former royal guards would run faster.

After all, neither they nor the fast rope are suitable for appearing in the sight of Secret Science.

As for here...

I hope Xiao Bailian and him can hold on longer.

Roman snorted, kicked off the saddle neatly and gracefully, and casually took the scroll in the fat man's hand.

"So, who the **** are you guys."

Compared with his handsome appearance, Roman has a cold tone and uses crude words.

There is no intention to greet you at all.

The tough man and the fat man were all taken aback, and the secrets behind them also had different expressions.

"Williams..."

The fat man seemed to be holding back his impatience. After he said his name, he remembered something, so he added the title:

"Baron, my lord."

Roman squinted at him.

"I am one of the people dispatched by Secret Science to the Western Wilderness, you can call me Gomez."

The fat Gomez adjusted his breathing, gritted his teeth and reached out to the tough man behind him:

"When arranging this operation, we met several times, maybe you don't remember, but this is my boss..."

But Roman’s next action stunned everyone including Thales.

I saw Legendary Wings calmly pull away the secret branch warrant, but didn't even look at it, but instead took it nonchalantly...

Tear in two.

Gomez and his superiors, including more than a dozen people in the secret department, frowned fiercely.

Tyles raised his eyebrows and lowered his head slightly, with a bad feeling.

"I know who you are."

Legendary Wings' eyes are like ice, in front of everyone in the secret department, he indifferently continued to tear the scroll into smaller pieces, and said coldly:

"I mean..."

"Who the **** do you think you are?"

The two men leading the secret department looked stiff.

Legendary Wings continued to tear four or five times, until Mike's warrant turned into countless pieces of paper, and he sneered and threw it away.

"Come here... order me?"

The fragments of the warrant were scattered and returned to the earth with the gravel.

Fuck.

Thyls stared at the scraps of paper all over the floor, feeling mixed.

Is it so arrogant?

Legendary Wings looked at the Secret Division in front of him with disdain, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

The people of Secret Section looked at the confetti in a place, and their eyes turned full of hostility when they looked at Roman.

"There is your Majesty's signature..."

Looking at the other party's disrespectful behavior, Gomez started to breathe, clenching his fists, his cheeks shaking with anger.

But just as Gomez was about to attack, his boss pressed the former's shoulder from behind.

"I believe this is His Royal Highness Thales?"

Thyls' eyes moved when he was called.

The tough-looking man was half head taller than Gomez, with a machete commonly seen in the desert hung around his waist. He took Gomez a step back, stepped forward, and bowed himself.

The secret department behind him, including Gomez, also bowed together.

"His Royal Highness, when we met for the first time, I am the highest person in charge of the Kingdom's Secret Branch in the Western Wilderness, Nob."

Nob's voice is slightly thicker. Although it is also contaminated with some Western wild accents, Thales can hear it very clearly, and he can clearly recognize from the language and habits that the other party seems to be from the central collar.

Thyls took a deep breath.

Damn it.

Secret branch, secret branch, secret branch again.

Furthermore, the highest person in charge of Xihuang...

"Um, how are you?"

Tyles held up his chest and raised his head, awkwardly pulling at some of the holes on his body, twisting the bruises on his face to the backlight, trying to maintain the majesty of a king.

Nob, who looks obviously more calm than Gomez, raised his head in a respectful tone:

"Your Highness, welcome back to China. It seems that my colleagues' rescue operation in the Northland was very successful."

His eyes are sharp:

"But for the sake of the kingdom, I still have a few small questions..."

Small question...

Oops.

What will he ask?

Behind the sand dunes, those escaped prisoners in the Bone Prison?

But when Thales was having a headache how to deal with the secret specialist in front of him, so that they could ignore the back figures that were slowly leaving in the distance, Roman held him down.

"Boy, go back."

Legend Wings interrupted Nob's words unceremoniously.

"Let the adults speak."

This changed the expressions of the two secret department members again.

Before the change, Thales might be upset with Roman's tone, but this time, he was truly grateful for Roman's interruption to save him.

Thyls pretended to have a sickly face that had only come off in a catastrophe, and stepped back down the ass.

Let Roman confront Nob from Secret Division.

Nob's face is a bit ugly, but he still bows politely:

"Master Williams, thank you for taking the prince back and making another contribution to the kingdom."

Unfortunately, his politeness probably hit the iron plate.

"Just say if you have anything," Wings of Legend hummed softly,

"If you have a fart, let go."

Nob's expression froze.

Gomez behind him frowned even more.

But at this time, I don’t know if he saw the royal guards or the backs of the Swords of Disaster. Gomez’s face changed drastically. He pointed to a group of retreating people on foot in the distance, and ordered the people behind him:

"No, Nob, those people are leaving!"

"Go and stop them first..."

The staff of the Secret Section were obviously well-trained, and before Gomez finished speaking, Qi Qi pulled the reins and prepared to intercept the people who were going away.

Thyls was shocked.

Damn it!

Whether it is the Royal Guard or the Sword of Disaster...

You have to stop them first.

But when he was about to stand up and use his identity to delay time, Legend Wings suddenly waved!

"Puff, puff..."

The next second, the sound of countless horse hooves hitting the sand rang!

Nob and Gomez changed their faces and looked back subconsciously!

Hundreds of cavalry under Romain were swept in like a wave, swiftly coming!

The fierce-looking cavalry formed a loose but not to be ignored in ten seconds, running back and forth in a circular formation, separated by dozens of feet, surrounded by Secret Division, swords out of sheaths, bows and crossbows. Wind up.

Full of murderous opportunities.

"Puff, puff..."

Horseshoes are rolling, smoke and dust are spreading, and a group of people in the secret department are surprised and subconsciously grasping their weapons.

"The Baron?"

Nob looked at Roman in disbelief.

The latter gave a cold snort.

"Here, the only person who has the right to direct," Wings of Legend put down his hand and looked at the people before him coldly:

"Only me."

"Understand?"

Gomez was taken aback, then gritted his teeth:

"No, you are..."

But Nob returned his hand and held Gomez again, he leaned over and lowered his head:

"My lord, we have no intention to offend, let alone interfere with your command,"

"It's just about the joint action tonight," Nob seemed to realize something, and his tone was very humble:

"Kingdom Secret Section, there are a few questions to ask."

Roman glanced at him lightly and turned to the smoking camp in the distance:

"Problem?"

"So, you want to interrogate me?" he whispered.

Nob smiled reluctantly:

"No, just a discussion."

As if afraid that the other party would not believe it, Nob immediately turned around and ordered his men:

"Everyone, dismount, retreat."

In the hesitating and nervous eyes of the members of Secret Family, Nob smiled and said:

"We just need a little space and time to chat privately with Lord Baron."

Except for Gomez, everyone in Secret Science looked at each other, and finally they all got off their horses, holding the reins, and stepped back to a safe distance.

The cavalry of Wings of Legends immediately changed their positions, separated dozens of horses, and came next to them, almost like surveillance, waiting for them to lead the horses far away.

Nob looked back at Roman, his eyes serious.

As if waiting for something.

Legendary Wings snorted, then raised his right arm and made a gesture.

"Puff, puff..."

The sound of horseshoes changed again.

The cavalry surrounding the crowd was only then under the command of the commander. The sword was put into the sheath, the bow and the crossbow were lowered, and they slowly retreated.

The open space returned to calm, and the tense atmosphere relaxed.

"Grass, those people..."

The helpless Gomez unwillingly watched the mercenaries and the royal guards further and further away, and slapped his thigh fiercely.

Thyls was also unconsciously relieved.

Seeing that the conflict subsided, Nob nodded, who was calm.

"My Lord Baron, according to the original plan, we will ‘consolidate’ the loyalty and obedience of the nobles in the Western Wilderness in the unfortunate death of the Blade Ya camp."

"By the way, we use this illusion of "the camp is empty and there is opportunity to take advantage of" to lure and instigate the small crowds entrenched here, catch them all, and clean up the western front."

Nob looked at Roman calmly, his eyes burning.

"Of course, you are the key person and commander of the operation, and the secret branch will assist you."

Tyles subconsciously pulled the package while listening to their conversation.

Sure enough.

But Roman just squinted his eyes and replied with a nasal sound indifferently:

"Hmm."

He has a composure and awe-inspiring posture.

Obviously, the chubby Gomez was dissatisfied with the arrogance of Wings of Legend, but Nob continued unaffected:

"But we lay in ambush in the middle of the night, except for a few unimportant pawns, we only caught at the door of the Bone Prison a certain Northland nobleman who insisted that he met His Majesty Kessel and could obtain diplomatic immunity. "

His tone was unwilling.

Thyls frowned:

That is Russell.

On behalf of... King Chaman.

"There is also a well-connected tavern owner and mercenary agency. Of course, Lord Baron, we believe that after beating that Tampa, the historical and intertwined mercenaries in the camp will have a lot of peace. Yours The rule will be more stable and smooth."

Nobu was talking while observing the expression on Wings of Legend. He used his words carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Tavernkeeper.

Thyls was worried again:

The relationship between Tampa and the fast rope is not shallow, in case he shakes something...

But Roman still just responded with a faint nasal voice:

"Hmm."

It's like those portraits on the canvas that are full of gestures, but still.

Nob frowned slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

This time, he said seriously and carefully:

"But we didn't catch the'drill'."

The drill.

Tyles clenched his fist.

"He is an important target we are tracking in the near future, and may have a considerable part of the Shield of Deception, including their deployment in the Star Border and Exeter."

"And about other high-level secrets in the Shield of Deception."

Nob's expression is serious, his eyes are unwilling.

"And we did not wait for that group of mysterious mercenaries, hired by you, my lord, from the Tower of End."

Nob said, looking suspiciously at the mercenaries who were carrying knives and swords at the far end of the line of sight, seeing the mercenaries who were about to leave their sight.

"According to the plan, because the Sword of Disaster has a large number of people and amazing combat power, it must be taken immediately when the net is closed."

"And their value is no less than that of Shadow."

Nob stared at Roman closely, as if he wanted him to react.

But Wings of Legend just continued to stare at the smoking camp and didn't reply.

Gomez couldn't bear it anymore, he took the boss's words:

"Listen, neither of our two major goals have appeared! And you didn't even implement the planned plan, so it could only be—"

But he didn't finish.

"I guess!"

Once again, Nob interrupted Gomez and warned his subordinates with stern eyes:

"It must be Lord Baron that you encountered an unexpected emergency that was too late to notify us, so you had to change the deployment of your action?"

The Wings of Legend still did not move.

But Nob's eyes were piercing, and he glanced at Thales:

"For some reason-for example, to save the prince-did you open a secret exit that was only used in emergencies?"

"So that the target accidentally escaped our trap?"

He seemed to be asking something.

Roll the net.

Tyles remembered: Whether it’s Ricky or Semir, after the Swords of Disaster go down to the dungeon, whether facing the Shield of Deception or facing them, the attitude from start to finish is "Don’t go back." ground".

He understood something.

This time, Wings of Legend finally reacted.

"So you ended up collecting the net, and when you left the camp, you came here."

He turned his head and scanned the solemn Nob and the angry Gomez.

"Not too dumb."

Nob exhaled from his nose, seeming to suppress a wave of emotions:

"Well, forget the sword of disaster..."

"But the drill of the Shield of Deception, I guess he is in your hands, right?"

Roman snorted suddenly, like the sun breaking the iceberg.

"Don't worry."

"I took care of him."

Nob's eyes shrank:

"'Processing'?"

Legend Wings turned around and knocked on the huge skull on his left shoulder. The delicate earrings on his left ear shook slightly with his movements:

"Your drill, I happened to find that he was the main culprit in plotting to assassinate Prince Hyman and Tudu Yaya camp in Scarlet Years."

"So I gave him... the punishment he deserved."

Thyls and Nob moved at the same time.

"Punishment?"

Nob frowned and glanced at Gomez.

Legendary Wings turned sideways and motioned to a clearing in the distance:

"If you want him—at least most—of his body, please."

Nob and Gomez looked in the direction and saw a headless male corpse halfway into the yellow sand in the clearing.

"As for the other part-sorry, I want to bookmark it."

Even though Thales has seen a lot of dead people, the corpse of the drill that was "processed" by Roman is too imaginative:

The area above the shoulders was in a mess, covered with red and white unidentified liquids and soft tissues (such as eyeballs) that had been cut off. It looked like a human shape and made him feel nauseous.

The moment Nob and Gomez saw the target's body, the faces of Nob and Gomez turned pale, and Nob even shook his body!

No.

"That was, that was..." This was incredible Gomez.

"He's dead?" Nob gritted his teeth, no less emotional than Gomez.

Legend Wings gave a cold snort and turned around:

"Tell your father when you go back, tell Kessel: revenge, no thanks."

Tyles rubbed his nose and looked away.

The two of the secret department were short of breath, and automatically ignored the other party's direct call to the king's name, just staring at the corpse of the brazier.

Several seconds.

The look of unwillingness, even Thales could not help but feel sorry for them.

The wind and sand hit, and the morning light is everywhere.

But the two members of Secret Branch looked back like dead mothers.

"That's it..."

Tyles could see that Nob was holding back the unhappiness and anger in his heart:

"Then, my lord, as for the group of sword dealers who were hired by you to do the dirty work, have they been'handled' too?"

Legendary Wings glanced ironically at Thales.

"They have the prince in their hands, so, yes, I can only let them go."

Thyls had to cooperate with Roman and gave a quick rope smirk at the suspicious Nob.

"Prince..."

"Let them go?"

Nob clenched his fists tightly, unwillingly.

But Gomez behind him couldn't help shouting:

"Impossible, you obviously have an overwhelming force..."

But Nob pressed Gomez extremely quickly again.

Gomez closed his mouth angrily, but made no secret of the disgust in his eyes.

"My Lord Baron!"

Nob bit out words between his teeth with difficulty:

"I know that your majesty trusts you, and that he gave you great autonomy in this operation..."

"But for this... imperfect arrest."

Nob stared fiercely at the corpse of the brazier, as if in great pain:

"I think whether it is Kingdom Secret Science and Lord Hansen, maybe they need an explanation from you."

At that moment, Thales felt as if the temperature around him dropped a little.

"Explanation?"

I saw Wings of Legend raise his head with a dangerous expression.

"For example?"

Nob held down Gomez, who was so angry that he was smoking, and gasped:

"My lord, whether it is the Shield of Deception or the Sword of Disaster, their value is very high and they are of great importance. Some even involve our secret department’s plans and actions that have been implemented for months, years, or even longer. ."

"And you should not arbitrarily'process' without authorization, but control them and let us handle it!"

"This is the act of loyalty to the kingdom and loyalty to your majesty!"

Nob's voice fell.

The Wings of Legend did not move.

Gomez squeezed his fist hard.

"Of course, the brazier is dead now. This is irretrievable." Nob saw that the other party was unmoved, with a hint of anxiety in his tone, and he pointed to the distance:

"But I can see that the sword of disaster is still in sight."

Thyls let out a breath:

If Ricky and his people fall into the hands of Secret Science, then Semir, including the royal guards who have dealt with them...

Nob gritted his teeth, his tone softened:

"As far as I know, the Stardust Guards under your command are the top elites in Qingqi, interspersed and chased by no one can be beaten, charging into the desert..."

Nob anxiously and seriously:

"Your Excellency, as long as we stop them, we still have a chance... to make up."

Legendary Wings raised his head and looked in the direction where the swords of disaster disappeared in the distance.

He was silent for a few seconds.

In just a few seconds, Thales was extremely nervous.

Finally, Roman turned his head, raised his steps, and moved forward slowly.

"Tell me, kid."

He looked at Nob’s eyes sharper:

"Are you teaching me?"

Nob was taken aback.

"Teach me how to do my job?" Roman said arrogantly.

Teach me.

Nob understood something, his face pale.

The next second, he took a deep breath:

"Of course not, I just..."

Roman snorted and interrupted him:

"That's good."

He is authentic every word:

"And I tell you now: let—them—go."

Nob froze, and his clenched fists began to tremble.

As if to endure something.

Gomez also bit his lower lip hard.

Legendary Wings turned his eyes and looked at the chaotic camp of Bladeya from a distance:

"Just do it as you like."

He turned around, leaving behind the two secret members who were shaking with anger.

But at the next moment, when Thales thought everything was about to end like this...

"Roman Williams!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Romain was slightly frozen when he heard the full name.

He turned his head slowly in the upright figure.

Unexpectedly, this time, the person who spoke was not an angry, fat Gomez.

It's his boss.

The calm, courteous Nob.

"Are you sure, just let them go like this?"

I saw Nob staring, his face gloomy.

Gomez was shocked behind him.

Legendary Wings frowned, as if seeing something strange:

"Are you deaf or stupid?"

Nob closed his eyes and took three deep breaths.

"No, I just..."

Gomez behind him seems to have realized something, pressing his shoulder:

"Nobu, you..."

The next second, Nob suddenly opened his eyes!

"I just had enough!"

Thyls discovered that the previously calm head of the secret Koxihuang-Nob had disappeared.

Instead, an angry man trembling all over, gritted his teeth:

"Legendary Wings, the three handsome stars of the stars?"

"Are you really worthy?"

"Because you like to kill, like blood, like carving human skulls as jewelry?"

Thyles frowned.

Legendary Wings also seemed to be shocked by these words. He was silent for a second before speaking slowly:

"Oh."

The Wings of Legend seems to be chewing this sentence:

"What do you mean?"

Nobu takes a step forward, staring at the refined-looking Roman, decisively:

"I mean."

"From the Scarlet Year, I came to the Western Wilderness for more than ten years."

"Roman Williams, you girly guy..."

"In addition to relying on your majesty's tolerance and oversight, in the camp of Bladeya, we will go our own way, be arrogant and self-employed, cut the ground, ignore orders, domineering and domineering..."

Nob's eyes seemed to erupt with anger:

"Have you done anything good?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the room was shocked.

I do my own way, arrogant and expert...

Separate territory, ignore orders...

Domineering, domineering...

Fuck.

This series of descriptions-or accusations, opened Thales' eyes.

He pressed the shock in his heart, frowned and looked at the motionless Wings of Legend, recalling his impression of him.

Well, it seems...

There is nothing wrong with it?

Gomez behind Nob seems to be terrified by his boss~IndoMTL.com~He hugged Nob's chest from behind, trying to drag him back:

"Nobu, you are crazy, stop talking..."

But Wings of Legend waved his hand to stop him, his eyes revealed a rare interest:

"No, no, no, let him speak."

Roman stared at Nob who was full of anger and walked back slowly:

"I like to hear different opinions."

"They are beneficial."

"Make me more..."

Legendary Wings licked his lips, with a handsome face, it is more mysterious and delicate:

"Excited."

At that moment, Thales smelled something bad in the air.