Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 28: Compete against each other

In the afternoon, Thales grabbed a long sword and shield, walked out of the courtyard of blood, and went to the training ground accompanied by guards and attendants.

He stepped on the floor tiles under his feet, stepped over every level of steps, walked through the trees and plants of the Palace of Valor, looking at the palace guards or the guards of the princes who looked like sculptures or vicious, and watched them dutifully. Make a way and defend yourself.

These things...

These people...

This place...

And me.

Thyls gritted his teeth lightly.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Thyls came back to his senses and looked at Wya in doubt: "What's wrong?"

"Since yesterday," the prince's attendant looked worried, he looked around, and then whispered: "Especially after talking with the black sand collar."

There was a slight stagnation under Thales, and he stopped.

As the prince stopped suddenly, the guards of the surrounding Grand Duke seemed to feel the abnormality. They spontaneously opened the formation, pressed their weapons, and guarded any entrances and exits that could penetrate into the prince from outside the courtyard.

Of course, the reverse direction is the same.

"His Royal Highness?" Lord Justin's question came from the guards.

Thyls frowned.

The ubiquitous guards used to make him feel at ease, but now...

After the drastic changes six years ago, he never felt that the current scene was so dazzling and contrary.

"It'll be fine in a minute, Lord, say a few words." Thales raised his hand and said loudly.

Lord Justin in the distance waved his hand, and the surrounding atmosphere relaxed a little. .

The prince turned his head and forced a smile at Huaia.

"Is it so obvious?"

It seems that I still need to practice more.

Beside Wiyaa, Rolf made an unexplained hum, compared to a gesture:

[Not bad. 】

Thyls raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Then I can rest assured."

Wai Ya watched the exchange between the two and sighed: "Others may not be able to see it, but..."

He frowned, looked at the prince worriedly, and said nothing.

Thyls smiled helplessly.

"Waiya, Midila," the prince called the two men by their names, and sighed with his sword on the ground: "Have you ever experienced this scene? One day, when you wake up, you suddenly find that you have been around for a long time. Your allies may be your enemies."

Huaiya froze for a moment, then he looked around sharply.

Rolfe snorted coldly and typed in sign language:

[Look at my legs. 】

Tyles looked at the hatred in the eyes of the ghost of the wind, and couldn't help but squeeze his brows.

"Relax, Midira," he shook his head: "You have made a choice, you don't have to live for the past."

Rolfe didn't speak, just stared at him.

"Your current state worries me very much, Your Highness," Wiya's expression became more and more ugly: "If we can share the worries for you..."

"Wya." Thales interrupted him.

The prince showed a bitter but leisurely smile: "I remember you said: Treat every goodbye as a farewell so that we will not miss our lives?"

Huiya nodded slightly: "From my teacher, she is a respectable person."

"Yes," Thales chewed on these words, grinned, and put on an expression of approval:

"Life is wonderful, you really shouldn't miss it."

The attendant and the ghost of the wind froze together.

"Where is Putila?" the prince asked calmly.

Wiya frowned: "He has his own business, and he went out early in the morning."

"Really..." Thales pondered for a few seconds, then raised his head: "Ready."

Huiya looked puzzled: "What are you going to prepare?"

Thyls shook his head: "Don't ask."

"No matter what is about to happen, don't panic," he sighed: "Believe me, trust your prince."

As the two of them looked at each other and reacted in confusion, the second prince took a deep breath, stepped back to the training ground.

The hordes of the Grand Duke's guards all kept up, moving neatly and stepping simply.

On the training ground, Nicolai in a neat uniform raised his axe and glanced at Thales who had just arrived here:

"I heard that you were making trouble for Lisban again yesterday-in Longxiao City, you can talk with the people from the black sand collar leisurely?"

Tyles adjusted his breathing, while moving his joints, he calmly looked at the pale man in front of him.

Meteor.

The man who took the life of Horace Canxing.

What kind of person is he?

The prince remembered the opponent's arrogance and domineering when he intercepted him outside of Longxiao City, the fierce and fierce threats when he threatened him in the Palace of Heroes, and the cold face when watching that scene in the Hall of Heroes, he stood alone in front of the city gate. The stubbornness and heroism of the enemy.

In his eyes, what kind of existence am I?

And now...

"Dragon City has enough trouble for itself, and I don't need me to make trouble." Thales finished his warm-up and walked onto the training ground blankly, a few steps away from them, Searle Ma has started to practice self-defense with the dagger.

The meteorite squinted his eyes: "Yes, because you are a big trouble."

"Hey," Thales snorted, raised his shield, knocked on the shield face, and put on a starting gesture: "I forgive you generously, Lord, I may miss you someday What about that smelly mouth."

Nicolai was taken aback for a moment, then he cocked his mouth: "You have an extraordinarily species today."

"Come on," Thales's tone was calm, but his eyes flashed solemnly, and he whispered softly: "This is the moment when you and I meet each other. Don't be careless."

The next moment, the axe of the meteorite strikes like thunder!

Thyls, who had anticipated this long ago, calmly observed the opponent's footsteps, and was not confused by the feint.

He stepped back, not rushing to grab it, but steadily resisting the second wave of attacks hidden under this axe.

Boom!

Thyls resisted the opponent's axe blade and grinned at the corner of his mouth: "Ha, as long as the law is mastered, your kind of weird directional movements are not so difficult to hide... Uh!"

As the prince snorted, Nicolai took back his axe without paying attention: "You are dead."

"It's the power of the end again," Thales, who was in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth, suffocated his breath and exhaled two words:

"It's so cunning."

"Pay attention to your footsteps," Nicolai shook his single-edged axe and replied indifferently: "I haven't used the'fold of destiny' yet. This is just the starter-the power of the end It is not just a momentary life-saving straw, it will also shape people’s fighting style for a long time."

Tyles covered his abdomen with a painful face, and backed back again and again: "This is your style? Floating, unpredictable movements?"

"This is the only one in the North," Nicolai, with a touch of arrogance, swung his axe in his hand, and magically changed direction on the road, turned back to the left, and struck him on the wrist. After turning around, the owner firmly grasped: "You should feel honored, because most of the people who have seen it are dead."

Tyles sighed, relieved the pain in his abdomen, frowned and looked at each other, squeezing out an unsightly smile: "So, the former guard captain of King Nunn, Commander of the Blade... even in battle In, you are also very good at acting and are used to fraud, right?"

Nicolae's face changed slightly.

"There is still leisure to provoke opponents, it seems you are very confident."

"Before you died thirty times, the training was over, but today I am in a good mood," the meteorite stared at Thales coldly, and hummed, "How about relaxing to a hundred times."

His face is not good, he slowly raised his axe.

Just now.

"They got it."

Tyles leaned on his sword and leaned on his shield, intentionally or unconsciously.

Nicolae frowned slightly: "They? What do you know?"

The prince took a breath and looked up at the meteorite in front of him.

"They already know," Thales solemnly stared at Nicolai's sharp eyes: "Knowing that Selma Alex Suriel Walton is not the real Wall The blood is lost."

At that moment, the area around them seemed to be frozen in time.

Nicolai's eyes paused in the air for a few seconds, his lips opened lightly, and the muscles on his pale face quivered.

Tyles patted his shield and looked back at him calmly but not without worry.

"You mean..." The meteorite looked ugly, but he quickly reacted: "Yesterday, the black sand collar?"

"Is that what they told you?"

Thyls nodded blankly.

Nicolai stared at him, motionless, even the heavy axe froze in the air.

His expression is like a lone sailor sailing in the ocean, who just discovered that the bottom of his ship is leaking.

"The only good news is that," Thales looked at the face of the meteorite and let out a sigh: "He won't easily use this to threaten us."

Faced with the puzzled and worried Nicolai, Thales lightly tapped his shield: "The Grand Duke was one of the people who elected the king, and it is a vital vote for the new king. , To ensure the legitimacy and effectiveness of the election meeting."

"Once she loses her position due to bloodline, King Chaman's crown will also be shaky-this is the only reason we are still safe."

Nikolai seems to have not recovered from the shock just now, he murmured: "So..."

Thyls nodded heavily: "The current situation is just like us—Dragon City and Black Sand Collar have a sword on their throats. The hilts of the swords are held in each other’s hands and can be destroyed at any time. Each other."

The silence lasted a long time.

Until Thales stepped without warning, his shield leaned forward, and his sword pierced out!

Clang!

Nicolai, who is walking away, still has terrifying instincts and consciousness. At an astonishing speed, he backhanded with an axe, split Thales's long sword, and then spun up, elbow against the prince's shield!

Tyles shook his hand and a flower appeared in front of him.

Plop!

Slightly exclaimed from the crowd watching.

When Thales reacted in pain and saw clearly in front of him, he was overwhelmed by the meteorite, and his sword and shield were released.

The axe handle in Nicolai's hand pressed firmly against Thales' chest.

"Rumba and the black sand collar," Nicolai's hand continued to increase, as he clenched his teeth to Thales' ears:

"How did they know?"

Thyls twisted his face, and forced his throat out of the axe handle.

"Cambeda mentioned the dark room," the prince squeezed out from his teeth: "I guess, Mrs. Kashan hasn't been idle in recent years..."

Boom!

Nicolai punched coldly, hitting the floor beside Thales' ears, and got up from him.

"How is it possible?" Nicolai frowned, reaching out to Thales, who couldn't help but breathe.

Tyles took a few breaths, but he still stared at the face of the meteorite.

You know.

Back then, you knew very well: The Red Witch knew this secret.

But your reaction is "how is it possible?"

The suspicion deepened in his heart, and Thales took a deep breath.

"I recognize your expression, and I am familiar with it," the prince grabbed Nicolai's hand and stood up with strength: "That was surprise and doubt."

Tyles patted the dust all over, turned his head, solemnly said:

"But not worry and tension."

"You still seem confident, don't worry too much, Lord Nicolai."

Nicolai's breath paused slightly: "What are you talking about?"

"You reminded me of Lord Nicolai six years ago," Thales repeatedly called the official title of the meteorite, unknowingly tightening the solemn atmosphere again: "When we and the old king and Grand Duke, when witnessing that scene together in the Hall of Heroes, there shouldn’t be a fifth person."

Tyles sighed, he picked up his sword, intentionally or unconsciously:

"Theoretically, no one else should know the secret of'Little Slick' anymore."

Nicolai handed the axe to his left hand, his eyes slowly becoming scary.

"What do you want to imply?"

Thyls snorted~IndoMTL.com~ lowered his head and said softly:

"Do you remember? It was still six years ago, when we met Mrs. Kashan in the secret tunnel under the city gate..."

The meteorite's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Among so many people, you are the only one who has ever had a secret deal with the darkroom and Mrs. Kashan the Red Witch, Serri Nicolai."

Thyls sighed, his eyes remained on the other person’s face, and he refused to let go of the slightest detail: "The content of your transaction is still doubtful. Yesterday, the black sand collar learned of the grandpa’s story through the darkroom. The truth."

Shit!

Nikolai's axe slashed **** the sand.

An abnormal red appeared on the pale face of the meteorite, his eyes focused, and his tone was full of danger:

"Are you doubting me?"

He was greeted by Thales' merciless, slashing hands!