Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 32: You will be better than him

　　 That night, none of the four gates of Yongxing City were closed.

　　 "Warrant from the king! Give way! Give way!" A dozen knights, holding the Nine-pointed Star Flag and the Cross Double Star Flag, ran out of the city gate with serious faces.

　　 "Are these all the messengers?" At the northern city gate, the city defense captain watched the messengers leave with a heavy face.

　　"More than that." The city defense officer who arrived in an emergency shook his head: "There are three other city gates."

　　The messengers held the Fuxing Palace's warrant, and rushed to the location of the big men-the heart of the city defense official who knew the inside story.

　　 It’s not that much, it’s more of the letter crows—the nobles who are faction farther away.

　　 "Something happened." The defense officer who was nearly 50 years old patted the captain on the shoulder and said softly.

　　 I hope it will not be another **** year.

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　　 firmly declined Thales who accompanied Gilbert and Gini ("Sorry, Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Gini, but this is my covenant with her. I must face it alone—I I promise to inform you of the content of the conversation."-Thales, shaking his head resolutely), walking silently beside Yodel.

　　 In the first few minutes, neither of them said anything.

　　 Until he turned a corner to isolate the nearest guard behind the wall, Thales stood silently and looked at the masked guard.

　　Yordel's footsteps also stopped.

　　 "We have to talk privately." Thales exhaled deeply.

　　Yordel walked up to him and squatted silently.

　　 "As you wish." The masked secret guard said, lightly resting on Thales's shoulders.

　　 The next moment, I felt a strange ripple spreading, and everything around Thales and Yordel became strange white.

　　 is like another world.

　　 "The realm of shadows." Yodel explained briefly.

　　 Thales nodded, but he still looked serious, not attracted by the strange white background in front of him—he had more important things.

　　 There was silence between the two.

　　 "Yordel," Thales struggled to organize his language, and tried to speak:

　　"How much do you...know about the affairs between the Qi magician and me?"

　　Yordel did not say a word as usual, but lowered his head slightly and looked at the boy with black hair and gray eyes.

　　 "When Morat was going to talk to me in the study, you deliberately stopped him." Thales closed his eyes lightly, and slowly straightened things out, dullly said:

　　"You know that the study on the third floor has special soundproofing, which will cut off the hearing and sound transmission of the blood, so you insist that we stay on the second floor to talk, so that we can seek help from Serena, in Morat’s eyelids Below, convey the vital reminder..."

　　 "Let me hide Morat's old interrogation, cover up..." Telston opened his eyes slowly, looking at the purple mask, and finally said firmly: "...cover my truth Identity."

　　 "Is that so?"

　　 Thales fixedly looked at the secret guard of the royal family.

　　 The mask was facing him motionless.

　　After another unspeakable silence, Yordel's perspective drooped slightly, and his low and hoarse voice came out from behind the dark purple mask:

　　 "I...not like Gilbert..."

　　 "...I am not good at words."

　　 Under Thales' complicated gaze, the masked guard was solemn and authentic.

　　 "Since Red Square Street, I don't know how to speak."

　　 Thales stared at him: "But you knew it from the beginning."

　　 "Yes."

　　 "I was always there that night..." Yodel's voice was full of heavy weight: "I heard the magician's words."

　　"I also noticed your...unusual, unusual appearance when facing a magician, a vase broken for no reason in the corridor, an explosion under the creeper manor..."

　　 "So I know you are..."

　　 Thales took a deep breath: "Then my father..."

　　 "Only me, little sir, only I know..."

　　Yordel did not speak any more.

　　 Thales looked at this in a daze. He has always been protecting himself, always hiding his face under a mysterious mask.

　　 Yeah, he always knew.

　　 keeps a secret for himself.

　　 "Why?" The traverser heard his own voice fluctuate slightly, full of incredible surprise: "You know I am... those disasters."

　　 "You know how taboo those disasters are-why are you still..."

　　 Yodel slowly clasped his shoulders, interrupting Thales' thoughts.

　　 "Child," he said hoarsely.

　　 "I have seen... many things, more than you think."

　　 "This country and your family," he said softly: "From the day of birth, it is destined to be entangled with those disasters..."

　　 "Six hundred years ago."

　　 "Twelve years ago."

　　 Thales trembled in his heart.

　　 Twelve years ago?

　　 entangled with disaster-the Canstar family?

　　 "It's the same now."

　　 "I have seen those disasters more than once."

　　 "I have a feeling."

　　 "It's not the disasters that are truly terrible and fearful."

　　"It is ourselves."

　　"It is what ordinary people like us will fall into, how corrupted, and sacrificed for the existence of those so-called disasters."

　　Yordel paused, as if thinking about the next sentence.

　　 "I know, you may be a ‘disaster’." The masked guard, who had always been silent, said so much in front of him for the first time.

　　 He only listened to him hesitantly and authentically: "But I know that many people in this country, even... have become uglier and more terrifying than those disasters."

　　"They have brought disaster without knowing it."

　　 Thales frowned unnaturally.

　　"Such as Morat?"

　　"He is just one of them: the black prophet is no longer a prophet, only darkness remains."

　　Yordel raised his head, and the dark lenses reflected the pale white surrounding him. Thales's image was isolated from it, looking thin and bleak.

　　" "In contrast. "

　　 "Mr. Thales, I would rather trust you."

　　Yordel seems to have not spoken so much for a long time, but he struggled to find the clumsy appearance of the words, and the frankness behind this appearance made Thales feel confused.

　　 At that moment, the traveler didn't know what expression and mentality to face the secret guard.

　　 "But why me?" Thales took a deep breath for three seconds, and then said again: "Because I have the blood of the star?"

　　 Yodel shook his head slowly.

　　 "I am not Gilbert, and I am not the so-called bloodline."

　　 "What I believe is that the seven-year-old boy who protected his companions in desperate circumstances is a different existence from those ugly people."

　　 "I would also like to believe you, a star from the insignificant background, will become a unique king in this decadent kingdom..."

　　 A different king?

　　 Thales subconsciously said: "Like Prince Midil, my uncle?"

　　Yordel was silent for a few seconds.

　　 "No." The mask guard said, his voice low and sad.

　　 listened only to his hoarse voice and said firmly: "You will be better than him."

　　 "I know, you have something he doesn't have."

　　 Thales shook slightly, breathing faster.

　　 He looked at Yodel, whose expression was indistinct, and could not speak for a long time.

　　 a long while.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Thales, who has finally calmed down, can only say these two words.

　　, who is usually eloquent, is really speechless at the moment.

　　 The mask guard, who knelt down on one knee, nodded heavily and forcefully.

　　Yordel spoke hoarsely again.

　　 This time, his words seem more sincere:

　　 "Yordel Cato."

　　 "I'll do it for you."

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　　 Although Serena's room is not as far as "a hundred meters away" as Gini said, it is not as close as expected.

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　　 "Good evening, Mr. Thales." With a pale face, an old butler who has lived for so many years, Chris Corleone bowed slightly at the door of the room, and showed a deadly face to Yodel Smile: "Welcome back, Mr. Mask-when you suddenly appeared just now, it scared us all."

　　Yordel did not reply.

　　 Chris turned to Thales indifferently and nodded slightly: "His Royal Highness is waiting for your visit."

　　 Thales raised his head and looked at Yordel next to him.

　　 The latter's mask was slightly imperceptible, and he walked to the other side of the door, and stood at the door like Chris was two guards.

　　 The traverser also nodded slightly. After taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door and walked towards Serena Corleone, who was already waiting inside.

　　 his savior just now.

　　 is also after Morat, the next trouble.

　　 "Ah, my long-awaited ally."

　　 Lolita with red eyes has a deep expression, and, against the backdrop of a black dress, she lifts her skirt and salutes him.

　　 "It seems that with Ou's help," Serena, whose teeth leaked, emphasized the word'help', and continued with a disturbing smile: "Li has gotten rid of trouble."

　　"Then it's time to talk about my salary and fat report?"

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　　 Believe it or not, I really have two changes today. by a serious face without sword

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