Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 25: Prince’s shackles

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Thyls stared at the floor under his feet.

Six years ago, in the secret passage under the city gate, a group of people who had escaped from birth were intercepted by the Red Witch, unable to advance or retreat.

At that time...

The exhausted meteorite came forward alone and used "a big bargaining chip" in exchange for their safety.

Tyles's deep doubts were irrepressible.

What exactly did Nicolai tell the Red Witch, so that Ms. Kashan simply turned around and left, making her abandon the existence of Prince Star and Miss Walton, as if they were just redundant outsiders.

Could it be that the darkroom is really so maverick, the moment before he was determined to overthrow the arbitrarily determined King Nunn, and then he can withdraw and leave without any delay, nothing is involved?

If, as Rumba said, Selma’s existence is just...

Tyles took a deep breath, and veins appeared in his hand.

"Absurd."

He looked at King Chaman in front of him coldly:

"A heir to Longxiao City, who is admittedly dead for six years, is still alive? And I went north alone, the whole six years of being a hostage, including our life-and-death contest in the Palace of Valor six years ago. It was just a conspiracy. Part?"

"Do you expect me to believe you? Such unfounded rhetoric?"

The prince looked offended, looked dissatisfied in the eyes of the king, and retorted: "Why does Moral want to feign death on purpose? Why should he let his family be on the verge of collapse and make Longxiao City turbulent? Why not? King Eun will come up with such a strategy that does not pay for the loss, and will lose his life in vain under your counterattack?"

Boom!

"Because he didn't feign death on purpose, and Nunn didn't do it on purpose!"

King Chaman punched his scabbard with a frosty face and responded to Thales’ aggressive words: "Do you think this is any fun thing? You think I will be so boring to make up such a lie? Come to divorce you and Longxiao City? Since I got this **** news, God knows how many methods, time and resources I have spent to get to the bottom, just to figure out whether the waste prince is dead! To figure out my top six How long can I wear the crown I got a year ago!"

The king’s sharp eyes revealed his killing intent: "Believe me, if he is not dead, no one in this world wants him to disappear forever and unknownly at the fastest speed than I do!"

Thyls looked suspiciously at the anger and coldness on the king's face, faintly feeling that the other's emotions did not seem to be pretending.

There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds.

"So, ‘not deliberately suspended animation’," Thales calmed down, and he pulled his sleeve: "What do you know?"

King Chaman snorted coldly: "This is the news from the darkroom-to be precise, from my inside in the darkroom. It is said that the Red Witch has been pursuing the matter for six years at all costs, only half a year ago. All the eyebrows."

Thyles thoughtfully repeated slowly: "Six years."

The king nodded solemnly.

"Six years ago, Prince Morar returned to Longxiao City from his fief. In the Palace of Valor, he had a fierce quarrel with King Nun-although King Nun cleared a large part of it before his death. People in the palace, but there are still people alive to prove it," King Chaman said here, with a peculiar light shining in his eyes, wandering between contempt and disgust:

"A few days later, Moral left without saying goodbye and disappeared without a trace."

Tyles' eyes narrowed:

"From...what?"

"Yes, Thales," King Chaman snorted disdainfully: "A prince who bears the responsibility of a country, just because he was scolded by his dear father, he ran away from home!"

The prince took a second to digest the news, and then looked at King Chaman with scorching eyes.

"Can you imagine Nunn’s expression at the time? His son irresponsibly left everything, including his own identity, including his original mission to envoy the stars, and disappeared overnight in Nunn and Long Xiao In order to escape safely from the city and even the entire Exeter, he even deliberately leaked the itinerary to Peffert as a cover-this was what happened later."

"Moral Walton, Nunn's trash son," the king gritted his teeth contemptuously and sullenly:

"He is simply the biggest shame of the Walton family in more than six hundred years-even if you search all over Exeter, you probably won't find anything worse than him."

My God...

A prince...

Leave everything behind...

Run away from home?

For some reason, another person suddenly appeared in Thales' mind: Decades ago, there was no such mature and charming lady Ji Ni as she later became, penniless, described as embarrassed, but resolutely walked out of the family The manor, to keep up with the prince’s motorcade, towards the unknown future.

The king took a few seconds to adjust his breathing, and recovered from his anger and resentment.

"Therefore, when the distressed natural king is searching, he can only use a similar-looking stand-in to replace his ran away son to serve as the envoy of the stars-anyway, the symbolic prince only needs to smile. "

"We tracked down the information of the substitute. He was born in a small noble family on the outskirts of Longxiao City. His ancestor had blood relatives with Walton. He was found by the White Blade Guards 18 years ago and has since entered Longxiao City.' Work', of course, is actually training to become a stand-in for Prince Moral."

Just listen to King Chaman coldly continuing:

"You know what happened afterwards—Moral’s substitute died in the stars. I guess Nunn was surprised, but he took advantage of the trend and made the fakes come true. He seemed to be angry with the stars for compensation. Internally, clean up the restless princes."

Tyles tried to pull himself out of the shock Moral gave him, and looked at the king with unspeakable mood.

"That’s why I began to doubt the identity of the Grand Duke: Nunn didn’t make sense to leave a Grand Duke with a son who was enough to overthrow the former, from the terrible whirlpool that caused Dragon City to fall into an inheritance dispute. Li—Believe me, this is the most terrible disaster in the house of nobles, from Olesiu in the Wilan to the rose in the Duchy of Anrenzo."

"Of course, his biggest surprise should be you, Thales, who can be in the future, when Moral disappears, when he is in trouble in the city of Longxiao, when his power is declining and even when he is dead. , Save the star prince of the Dragon Spear family."

"A great tool."

The king looked at Thales with complicated eyes, as if the prince before him was an object.

"In this way, Nunn used a fake grandfather to snare you and the stars, stabilized the Walton family's rule in Dragon City, and allowed the Dragon Spear family to spend the years when the natural king was absent. I conceal the biggest secret from you: maybe one day, Lisban or the meteorite will welcome Moral, who is tired of playing outside, and Dragon City will return to Walton's hands, and all the calculations of the stars will be lost."

King Chaman finished his words and looked at Thales quietly.

Thyls didn't say a word, and his brows fell apart, thinking silently for nearly two minutes.

How could... this way?

The back of King Nunn appeared before his eyes: the old king who was both heroic and old, turned his head in his mind, showing a shivering sneer.

Nun Walton.

He can bravely end a duel in front of the officials, and he can also use poisonous tricks without hesitation.

He can poison the young girl without changing his face, and he can put the inheritance of the family in the hands of him and Xiao Huatou indifferently.

And now...

Nun, the natural king.

What kind of person are you?

"Is that what you want to say?"

The second prince said in a tired voice: "Everything six years ago, the grievances between you and our two countries-the conspiracy in the revival palace, the confrontation in front of the fortress, the disaster in Longxiao City... all originated in Mora Are you heading away?"

"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" King Chaman sneered: "But the origin of everything is so absurd, ridiculous, funny, and unreasonable."

"You are hostage in the north, and you have been trapped for a wrongful charge for six full years..."

"I bet almost everything, and almost lost everything..."

Every time he said a word, the hatred in King Chaman's eyes gathered.

"Arund became a prisoner, Pafit was broken his neck, and Exter even changed to a king..."

"Since then, all the bloodshed and turbulence have been constant-all of this is due to a runaway of waste!"

The king suppressed his resentment and looked fiercely, as if he was about to start eating people in the next second.

There was silence in the carriage for a few seconds, as if to remember the weight of this moment.

The prince closed his eyes lightly, then opened them slowly:

"But what Nunn didn't expect was that his nephew in the black sand collar was beyond his expectation. When he just started the layout, he first attacked the king's life and put on the crown himself?"

"That's why you will sit here and tell me these things." Thales' eyes as he looked at the king returned to calm, without wind or waves.

In the carriage, King Chaman's breathing gradually subsided.

"It's not just me, Thales," King Chaman leaned back into the carriage, his eyes piercing, "and you."

Tyles' eyes shrank.

"Don't forget, we made my crown together." The king said lightly.

Thyls sighed softly, then sneered.

"It's still groundless bullshit," the prince rubbed his forehead sleepily: "Moral's death—all is nothing but the empty words you told me."

"Yes, so my words stop here," King Chaman answered without hesitation: "But I believe you have your own conclusions, and you have been here for six years. I am more familiar with peace and things, and I can find the truth by myself."

Tyles lowered his head, feeling tired of thinking.

Whether it is Moral's life and death, Selma's identity, Nunn's calculations, or Chaman in front of him, he has the illusion of a brain explosion.

Too much.

I'm so tired.

"Assuming this is true... so to speak, I was deceived and played with by a dead man for six full years?"

The prince chuckled unconsciously: "This feeling is really peculiar."

Across from him, the king's face moved slightly.

"It's only six years, which is pretty good."

Thyls raised his head: "What do you mean?"

But King Chaman just looked at him quietly and snorted softly:

"Don't forget, whether it is Exter's generations of grand princes who have been proud and bold and bold, or a group of clever and scheming nobles in the Star Kingdom..."

"They are all caught by a seemingly mediocre cowardly star king, a dead man who has passed away a hundred years..."

He said with emotion: "It's been more than a century to cheat and play."

The next moment, Thales' eyes returned to Qingming, and he looked at Charman Rumba seriously.

"What do you want, Rumba."

Finally, King Chaman leaned forward and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

As if this conversation has just begun.

"Risban and the meteorites are too close to the Palace of Valor, I can't get close to the girl, but you can," the king said with deep meaning: "You also know what I want."

Thyls snorted softly.

"Ronnie and Lecco, as well as Schuster of the Sentinel and Cameron of the Glacier Sea, the joint condemnation of their four princes is not easy to deal with, is it?"

He shrugged: "That's why you worked hard to provoke the Freedom League, and you are also planning the position of Longxiao City."

King Chaman nodded.

"I said, this is not a good job, and every grand prince is not an easy one," he said seriously: "But if..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"You know, you said in the Palace of Valor six years ago..."

"Each of you is born in the shackles of the endless struggle between the king and the archduke, and you will never be free from it-you want to break it."

The prince spoke in a tone that the king has never seen before, seemingly emotional, and with a slight joking: "But I don't know why, what you are doing now always reminds me of King Nunn."

For a moment, Thales saw King Chaman's tendons tremble in his hands.

"Those who want to break the shackles are racking their brains to study the structure of the shackles and are fascinated by this escape game," Thales whispered:

"Until one day, he discovered that the shackles on his body had grown into a part of his body."

"He can't live without anymore, the shackles he once wanted to break."

Tyles sneered subconsciously and asked the question he had asked another king six years ago: "Don't you feel tired?"

"Or, the pain that the shackles gives you has made you not feel the heaviness it brings you?"

King Chaman did not speak, his face was motionless in the dim carriage.

The silence lasted a long time.

Tyles exhaled and laughed unconsciously.

He turned his gaze away, no longer paying attention to King Chaman, who was silent, and shook his head: "This reminds me, maybe he—Moral’s choice to leave just let him escape the shackles. Get out of here."

Not like us.

Whether he will be found by Rumba or not, to some extent, Moral Walton, the wayward prince who has left everything behind, has been far away from the shackles endowed by blood.

But...what about him? Where is Thales Star?

When will he break free of this shackle?

At that moment, Thales suddenly thought of the magician of Qi, thinking of the hand he reached out to him.

But what followed was the look of warning in the eyes of Lord Holm in the Temple of Haoyue.

King Chaman's complexion was almost dripping with water.

"He didn't."

A few seconds later, the king uttered a word from his teeth, holding the scabbard's fingers firmly and gently: "It is not to escape once you are away, and to escape from weakness is not relief."

"But he will," King Chaman's words are getting lower and lower, and there is a terrible meaning between the words:

"After we found him."

Thyls let out a long sigh of relief, trying to drag his thoughts from his emotions back to the whirlpool before him.

"Moral, suppose he is alive as you said..."

The prince forced himself to look at the king, "Where will he be?"

Hearing this topic, King Chaman also recovered from his anger and anger, he tapped his sword lightly:

"Recently, a person with the characteristics of Moral appeared on the southern side of the Great Desert, near the Duchy of Sera-we only found here. It is the territory of the Stars, and the dark room is difficult to penetrate."

"But we will not stop."

"We worked together to find Moral, and then killed him, Thales," the king said coldly: "Whoever starts, let us end this inexplicable threat and let Nunn and him fool the world. , Go to hell."

King Chaman slowly approached his face: "Through this, I hope you understand, Thales: In the seemingly peaceful city of Longxiao, who is the friend, who is the enemy, and who treats you? As a worthy opponent, who treats you as a puppet in a funny show."

Tyles curled his mouth, imagining the prince wandering incognito, and thinking about the appearance of Lisban and Nicolai.

"You think so well, kill two birds with one stone."

The prince shook his head, opened his arms, and hung back on the carriage regardless of the image: "But you know, I can still shout out, or simply disclose the truth in the car, and then, what you say, you Your secret and your ideal..."

Tyles narrowed his eyes: "I'll go to **** with you."

Charman stared at him, not looking away for a long time.

The temperature in the car seems to have dropped to freezing again.

"I have a question, Thales," after an unknown period of time, the king said slowly: "Once Moral returns, what will be waiting for your little girlfriend?"

Thyls felt sad.

"You know the answer."

"Could it be that the kind-hearted Lisban and the kind-hearted meteorites will send her a certificate of commendation after Moral’s reset, in recognition of her being the hero of Longxiao City when she was sitting in the Palace of Heroes and posing as the Grand Duke for six years What contribution did Anwen make?"

The king sneered again and again:

"If what happened to Moral is true, then this secret will not be buried with my death, but one day, it will be with your enemy, and bite you back fiercely and bite back the girl— —This is the meaning of the choices you face today."

Thyls looked at Charman motionlessly, his eyes gloomy and lacking in emotion.

Select.

Another choice.

He clenched his fists.

The prince said coldly: "I can leave, stand by and watch. You can play your own chess game."

The king laughed.

"You won't, you are different from many people, Thales."

King Chaman shook his head confidently, his gaze was like a sword, pointing straight at people’s hearts: "As long as you have the ability, spare energy, and faith, you will not stand alone and leave a **** behind you regardless of your own affairs. , Cold-bloodedly watched others crying in pain, and then hypocritically comforted myself: this is the best choice and the most realistic choice."

He raised his hand in the dim and pointed to the tallest place in Longxiao City outside the carriage: "Otherwise, six years ago, you would not go back to the Palace of Valor."

Tyles' fists were squeezed tighter and tighter, almost breaking the palm of his hand.

Damn it.

He sighed wearily in his heart.

No one in the carriage spoke anymore, and the silence lasted for a long time.

It seems a century has passed.

"If you have nothing else to say, so be it," Thales shook his head with a bleak expression: "I'm tired."

"Of course," King Chaman, who quietly looked at him, nodded casually, as if they weren't enemies at all: "If...you know where you can find me."

Thyls sneered when he heard this:

"Not willing to go yet?"

"You know, the storm is approaching, and the days of Longxiao City will not be calm in the future."

At that second, the king's eyes became very subtle, and there was a sense of unclear explanation.

"The one who is not willing to leave is not me, Thales," Charman Rumba said intriguingly in peace:

"As you said, a storm is coming."

Tyles frowned. He stood up amidst the surge of his throat and pressed his hand to the car door.

"One more thing, Thales."

Thyls, with his back to the king, stopped and turned his head slightly.

King Chaman turned his head and glanced at him with a strange look.

"Under the Broken Dragon Fortress six years ago, you dared to fight for the possibility of losing your life, and you have to charge in the opposite direction, betting against me on the swordless battlefield with nowhere to go,"

"But today, six years later, in the peaceful city of Longxiao, you dare not fight for the life of the Grand Duke, and you dare not stand up to the end, betting against me on the hidden battlefield under the current."

Thyls froze.

Just listen to the king’s laugh: “Why, Thales, is it better to make a decision in the blood and blood than in a strange and difficult situation? Or is it because facing the lives of others than facing one’s own It’s harder for you to choose when you die?"

Tyles gritted his teeth and frowned.

That's different.

Back then, the people around me and I were in a deadlock. I could fight for my own life without hesitation, for a hopeless life.

But today...

Selma...

"Or did you become cowardly, hesitant, and kind in your six years in Longxiao City?" Chaman whispered.

Tyles maintained the posture of holding down the car door, his face serious.

"We are not the same, Rumba," the second prince did not turn his head, still facing Charman, he said coldly: "You are a ruthless gambler."

The King Chaman raised his eyebrows lightly:

"What about you?"

"What are you again?"

This time ~IndoMTL.com~ Thales didn't hesitate anymore, he pulled the car door and got out of the carriage without looking back.

"Be careful, Thales," the king's voice faintly came from behind: "When the enemies smell your weakness..."

Boom!

Tyles closed the door without hesitation, shutting everything behind him in the compartment.

He has heard enough today.

There is no need to shake my mood anymore.

Not to mention...

Weaknesses...

The prince thought of the terrifying appearance of the Black Prophet, and his heart tightened.

In the carriage, King Chaman looked at the thrown door with complicated eyes, and looked down at his scabbard, seemingly indifferent to say the second half:

"...They won't let it go easily."