Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 27: Chasing Saints

"I don't..."

Tyles had to cover his surprise with the overturned teacup, until the little veiled nun next to Megan stepped forward enthusiastically and skillfully, cleaning up the mess on the table for him very inconsiderately.

"I don't understand?"

This time, Megan kept silent, watching the prince behind the desk silently.

This is the boy.

The boy who is about the future of the kingdom.

When he heard the magic, his expression was a little surprised, unlike the old nobles who were born with savvy calculations, with formal etiquette and pretense.

But it's not more cautious and ambitious than the nobility of the royal capital.

Gilbert was caught off guard:

"Megan Sacrifice! I thought we were just a theology class today. You explain to your Highness the knowledge related to God..."

"As I said, theology is never just about the knowledge of God."

Meghan interrupted the protest of Gilbert, who seemed to be a clever idiot, and still so dull and hopeless, and continued to look at the Duke of Thales.

The young Duke looked a little thin, reminding her of the poor people who were crowded outside the charity house in winter waiting for help.

But his eyes are piercing, sharp and alert.

More than that, Megan can also see from the other party's other behaviors, such as natural and casual sitting posture, fast-paced movements, bold and direct conversation and other details, that this is not a traditional star prince.

At least not like the previous ones.

Megan glanced at the prince’s clothes again: the colors are deep and the style is conservative, but the details of the collar and cuffs are designed with novel shapes, coupled with the silver thread that is properly buried, and nine awns. The star brooches complement each other.

The priestess nodded secretly.

It seems that the queen tailor of the royal family has also learned how to reshape style and innovate fashion.

Well, I’m probably tired of the self-blooded years. The aristocratic circle of Wing Star City has been in a retro and heavy fashion for more than ten years—because the owner of the Fuxing Palace prefers classical and cool colors. How many ordinary tailors who use trendy designs and bold colors as their selling point are almost forced to survive.

But Megan came to understand after a short pause.

No, although the royal tailors of the court often release themselves and practice craftsmanship in the costume design of the major nobles (and most of the stupid clients who know nothing about aesthetics will only put on a face of realistic acting Marvel and admire, to match their sky-high hiring expenses), but they have no reason or the guts to make a trend test on the second prince who has not returned for a long time.

This is not a newly designed style.

Megan's heart moved.

The prince wore the style that the former owner of this hall liked most ten years ago.

She looked again at the idiot earl who was still chattering, and continued to ignore the warning stare.

In this way, he has worked hard for many years to turn the Fuxing Palace into a second home.

Just...

Does this really work?

Megan smiled slightly.

"You know what I'm talking about, Thales."

She indifferently called the prince again, ignoring the other's status.

Under the gods, souls are equivalent.

Titles are useless and pious.

Isn't it?

"In this world, not every child is lucky enough to experience the confrontation between disaster and the dragon."

Megan was satisfied to see that the prince's face became solemn:

"In the past few years, regarding the disaster in Longxiao City...you are not troubled, curious, and not seeking solutions?"

Tyles' eyes froze.

Longxiao City.

"When you hear the rumors of calamity and extinction, watch the drama of the Battle of the End, read their different descriptions, and listen to the vague explanations of the noble teachers, do you really accept them all? ?"

Magic.

Tyles leaned back in his chair and frowned.

So, "the problem that has plagued you for several years" means this because of my experience in Longxiao City.

Not because of...

Under the table, Thales squeezed his left palm, feeling the scars left by the daggers on it countless times.

He let go of his nervousness and also let go of all the possibilities he had just thought of:

When Secret Branch was monitoring him, he caught a suspicious clue? What happened to Dr. Ramon? Did you find a clue in Longxiao City? Did you show off in class with Ashida? Little Slick leaked secrets inadvertently? Or even a thousand-year-old ugly old witch who hadn't seen her for many years stabbed a knife in the back to spread rumors?

"Megan sacrifice, you should have discussed with me in advance..." Gilbert's cough suddenly healed, replaced by his sigh.

Megan looked back gracefully.

"Don't hide it, don't hide it," Sunset knew how hard it took her to hold back the subconscious ‘idiot’ and kept smiling:

"Earl Caso."

"Talking about the wizard will not bring disaster, and reflecting on magic will not lead to the end."

Her unabashed words made Gilbert's face suddenly change.

"Only those who are obsessed and blindly superstitious will go astray."

Megan turned around and looked straight at Thales with a complicated expression:

"Precisely because of ignorance."

"With arrogance."

Thyls was silent for a while.

Gilbert’s sigh grew deeper:

"A long time ago, I have explained the evil of catastrophe to Your Highness..."

Megan’s words are mild, but he does not show weakness in retorting:

"Count Caso, do you really think he will be an idiot who just rushes to eat, drink and have fun after class and after listening to the lecture, and no longer care about the content of his studies?"

"Do you really think he will sit back and relax, be content with ignorance, and stop caring about things that once threatened his life for the rest of his life?"

Gilbert was slightly dumb, and he and the sacrificial eyes swept towards the prince behind the desk at the same time.

But Thales was just silent, thinking about the unknown.

Gilbert's tone is slightly weaker:

"He is still young..."

But Megan’s counter-examination is getting stronger:

"He is old enough."

The elder sacrifice said coldly:

"If magic really arouses young people’s curiosity about temperance, you don’t have to wait until now. As early as six years away from your sight, he has indulged himself, indulged in it, ignored taboos and didn’t know where to go. ."

Gilbert looked at the prince, frowned slightly, but stopped talking.

Okay.

In the first few seconds, the nervous and nervous teenager exhaled.

"Well, indeed," the prince's tone returned to ease:

"I really want to know."

Thyls smiled and said sincerely:

"Magic harmony, disaster?"

"Gilbert said something a long time ago, and there are some in Exeter's classics, but not much."

Gilbert's face changed again.

"Look, Thales."

"God knows your confusion," Megan looked at him kindly, with a confident face:

"If you believe in, God will protect you."

Sunset.

If you protect me...

Thyls sighed unabashedly:

Can you stop her from being so clever?

Megan looked at his expression, knowing.

As expected, he did not believe in God when he grew up in the north.

This is not surprising, since the end of the war, most northerners no longer believe in the gods that were once respected by the empire as orthodox, or all the beliefs connected with them-instead they turned to the hybrid with alien beasts Something brought by the founding king who is not ashamed:

Arrogant and ignorant, arrogant and self-confident.

Megan curled his lips.

God knows how much Haoyue and Mingye Temple sacrificed in order to survive on that land.

But this is the magic of faith, isn't it?

Just like how many years ago I was, isn't it also immersed in vanity and impulse, thinking that I understand my life, find the pursuit of this world, and ignore the teachings and arrangements of God?

Fortunately, God is selfless and blameless.

Only protection and tolerance.

Meghan gratefully made a prayer in the invisible sleeve, so that the nervous little Nya didn't have to repeat it with her.

"First of all, where does magic come from?"

Thyls kept smiling and shrugged, saying he didn't know.

Just kidding, if only I knew it.

No, it would be bad if she knew I knew.

Megan motioned to the young nun behind him:

"Niya."

The thin and poor looking girl in the veil was prompted, but laboriously, from the luggage they brought, she took out a large box with metallic luster and placed it on Thales' desk.

Wait, it's not a box. It is made up of thin plates from top to bottom, leaving no gaps.

It seems more like a book?

The pattern on the top of the metal box is a lifelike engraved king in uniform, surrounded by people. The carving style is simple and simple, but easy to understand. There are also engraved Thales that look familiar to the ancient empire. The text has some similar symbols.

"What is this?"

Thyls frowned, and subconsciously reached out to open the metal "book".

Slap!

"No touch!"

Tyles suffered a pain in the back of his hand, and he retracted his palm in surprise, only to find that the person who beat him was the little nun named Niya.

I saw Niya stretch out her hands habitually, and we could vaguely see the vicious look under the veil.

It's like she has done this action countless times to warn anyone who wants to touch this metal page book.

But the next second, when the little nun realized who she was hitting, she suddenly panicked.

"I..."

Niya lowered her head and whispered:

"Yes, right..."

Thyls could only smile awkwardly (what else could he do? Let D.D come in and drag her out and kill her?), and took Hu Lai's left hand angrily.

But Megan sacrificed him quickly:

"This is the metal nameplate found in the tomb of King Ansett."

"King Ansett?"

Thyls' eyes moved:

"Wait, I have read this name..."

Tyles used his little brain to recall the time in the library in Longxiao City.

But apparently Megan is not going to give him a chance to show his memory and knowledge, so straightforward:

"He is one of the ancestors of the human kings, and a royal in-law of the ancient kingdom of Shavin."

"When the last line of defense collapsed, the Jagged King was killed in battle, the North was lost, Chavin was destroyed, and the ancient orcs went south in a century, it was King Ansett who raised his arms and shouted, fighting against all opinions, and fleeing south in panic. The human team united the kings, formed a joint conference, stood firm in the strong city, and waited for the opportunity to counterattack..."

Thyls gave a right sigh, thinking of the initiator of the Joint Conference of Kings and the iconic figure of the Kings, but he looked at the metal nameplate on the table, and his expression was strange:

"King Ansett..."

"You... stole his tomb?"

The expression on Megan's sacrifice immediately froze.

"It's not us."

Her tone is a bit dissatisfied.

Tyles coughed and said angrily:

"Of course not."

You are just... kind, innocent and innocent buyers and collectors, right?

"And this is..." Thales turned his attention back to the metal nameplates in front of him, watching Niya skillfully open the first few pages, and several pictures flashed:

The city walls collapsed, the guard posts were broken, and countless people were in different places;

Huge figures come from one to another, carrying heads and weapons, approaching a group of soldiers who have nowhere to go;

The king on the cover sat at the round table, waving his arms generously.

"In ancient times, when paper and printing never appeared, people recorded important deeds and history on the inscription page made of special alloy, so they should not be forgotten."

Megan sat in place and said lightly:

"As far as I know, some places, including Northland, still retain this tradition."

Thyls remembered.

When I was still in the Northland, it is said that the "Handling of the Hand of the Blades" was written like this by the White Blade Guards, but Thales has never figured out that the description of the White Blades Guards should be dozens of tons after hundreds of years It's heavier, can a dead face with thin arms and legs move?

In the distance, Gilbert wanted to step forward without losing his demeanor. He could only stretch his neck in the original position and take aim. Thales could see the metal from his eyes. The stunning nameplate.

"In the very beginning, the world has not yet been fully explored, when faith is still torn apart and human beings are still small and humble..."

Meghan said slowly and slowly, while nun Nia turned the page cooperatively:

On the pages of the book, the kings wearing crowns are small, standing back to back among a group of huge figures.

"At that time, surrounded by humans were powerful alien races that were out of place: bloodthirsty orcs who worshiped their ancestors went south, the kingdom of elves who believed in nature was in power, and dwarf kings who respected iron and fire were ambitious... "

"More dragons and beasts..."

Thyls moved:

"Uh...what?"

Megan had to stop again and sighed:

"The evidence of an archaeological discovery shows that many years before the appearance of human pictures and words, our world was ruled by many huge beasts."

"Unimaginable huge."

"The dragon is just the first of them."

"They recklessly travel between the sky and the earth, dominate the mountains and the ocean, use the world as a hunting ground, and use creatures as slaves to take and seize the tiny insects, showing boundless coercion."

Thyls then understood.

Niya turned another page:

A man wearing a crown stood at the head of the city, and many figures stood beside him, some holding weapons, some wearing robes, some leaning on a cane...

"And among human beings, there is such a group of counsellors, who rely on their experience and wisdom, in the tents of the tribes, in the courts of the nobles, in the towers of the cities, to conscientiously give advice and make efforts to fight for the respite Opportunity."

"It's no different from Earl Caso over there."

In the distance, Gilbert's face became darker again.

"At that time, the dangerous environment almost pushed the human beings with the lowest status and the weakest to a dead end."

Niya turned to the next page.

The sculpture on this page attracted Thales’s attention:

In the wild sky, an indistinctly carved figure appeared in the pattern of the sun. It looked down awe-inspiringly and stretched out its arms to the king and his counsellors from the sky.

"Until the gods look down, pity the weak."

Megan’s words become more profound:

"The prophets and the envoys came to the world one after another, to point out the way for mankind and spread the faith of the gods."

"And the group of people I'm talking about..."

Megan looked up:

"Some of them have accepted God and faith, are pious and humble."

"Others are skeptical, even scornful of disapproval."

Tels stunned, and he immediately saw the next page that Nia turned out:

Under the sun, a man wearing a crown stands in the middle. A few groups of people stand beside him. The two groups at the left and right ends are the most conspicuous: the people on the right bow and worship, with humble expressions, on the left Of people stand with their backs and move differently.

Looking at the two completely different groups of people beside the king, Thales' expression became serious.

Megan's words continue:

"The former establishes churches, takes root in the people, and educates the people."

"The latter are standing together, forming a group of their own and finding a different way."

Megan has a turn of the conversation:

"And this is the beginning of the division of faith and magic, priests and wizards, temple churches and magic towers."

Thyls, who figured it out, couldn't help but speak:

"What?"

He looked at Megan, who just smiled:

"Now, do you know why, the knowledge about mysterious magic that has died out in the past is only mentioned in our theology class?"

Thyls was a little unbelievable.

"Faith and magic come from the same source," saw the old priest look up and solemnly said:

"Mutual dependence, mutual proof of their importance."

Thyls stared at the Megan sacrifice in front of him, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Meghan's words are constantly talking, and there is a tendency to towering mountains, even Gilbert can't help being solemn and upright:

"They are brothers, they are all inspired by God."

Megan sighed slowly:

"It's just that the eldest son is loyal and the younger is rebellious."

Megan’s words carry a touch of respect:

"But they all worked for one goal: the survival and prosperity of mankind."

Thyls listened suspiciously, thinking that this was another way of saying it.

Faith and magic, religion and mage, have the same origin?

"God's eldest son reshaped the spirit of the people, brought the belief in protection and salvation, so that people abandon their weakness, dispel fear, leave tenacity, and give birth to heroism."

"The young son of God gave people a powerful weapon, allowing them to be more smooth and free in the victory that is bound to come."

As Nya flipped over, many scenes on the metal nameplate came into view of Thales:

Run away.

Banquet.

Mobilize.

Marriage.

Celebrate.

War.

Funeral.

There are so many.

But those two groups appeared from time to time.

The bowers always sing in ceremonies and banquets, and the backers always show up on the battlefield and the city.

Thyls frowned as he looked at the simple but profound picture carving.

"In their self-evident, coincident cooperation~IndoMTL.com~Humanity is gradually rising and counterattacking gradually."

Megan's tone eased slightly.

The old priest took a deep breath and sighed with emotion:

"Finally, on the Quigul Icefield, in that game where both sides had all their chips, they gambled on the future masterpiece..."

"King Ansett, as well as the other six human kings, along with their 3,000 cavalry who believe in piousness and regard death as their home, broke into the tens of thousands of heavy infantry formations of orcs..."

Talston was shocked!

This story is...

"They never went back, but at the cost of their lives, they successfully attacked and killed the highest saint chieftain of the ancient orcs."

Niya turned to the last few pages:

The king wore a few wounds and hugged his sword, lying quietly in the middle of the battlefield, but the huge figures with human heads had long disappeared. Only countless small figures were holding horses and guns, and surrounded the king. , Raise the flag and stand.

And above the sky, the clouds and fog scattered, illuminating the battlefield.

"With the loss of the Supreme Chief, the ancient orcs with no heads of dragons are defeated."

Megan raised his head and raised his voice clear:

"Yes, that battle that opened an era is called..."

"The Battle of Chasing Saints."

Thyls was silent.

Panting lightly, Nia struggling to cover the metal inscription.

These ten thin pages cover the record of King Ansett’s magnificent life thousands of years ago.

"The quest for the sacred is over, the old days have moved, the blood and courage of the orcs are no longer terrible, the rule of the elves has declined, the arrogance of the dwarves has disappeared, and the fear caused by the dragon and the beast is finally unprovable. Legend."

"The alien races retreated everywhere, and the faith of gods spread across the earth."

Megan looked faintly, looking at the sunset outside the window:

"The prosperity of mankind is coming soon."

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