Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 33: The impermanence of chance

Fists intersect.

Arak and Sonya both trembled slightly.

"Puff."

The low muffled noise, like the sound of sandbags falling.

But Thales' heart shook, as if a blunt hammer hit his heart!

This is... the battle of the extreme masters?

Quiet and simple.

There is no waste of strength, no extra action.

Thyls saw the crowd whispering.

Many soldiers pointed at them.

"Oh, no—how many times is it?"

"Do they have to tear each other up before calling from the north?"

The two commanders faced each other tit-for-tat, standing in place, holding each other's fists without giving way.

Sonia's eyes were cold, while Araka looked fierce.

The soldiers behind them all reacted.

"Qiang!"

The old pawns behind Sonya drew their swords fiercely, and methodically surrounded the commander's side.

"Boom!"

The sword and shield soldiers around Araka looked serious, and stepped forward neatly, with their swords and shields forming a wall to protect Araka's flanks.

The two teams were murderous, glaring at each other violently.

The chaos in the crowd deepens:

"God, the Star Guard and the Fury Guard are present at the same time..."

"Didn't the officers on the shift deliberately stagger their duty hours?"

"Is it going to die this time?"

"I have a bad feeling."

However, when almost everyone watched the conflict between the two commanders with mixed emotions.

"Stop!"

Thyls frowned and took a step forward.

Everyone turned their heads together and looked at the ugly-faced His Royal Highness.

Thyls looked around.

What the **** is going on here?

Sonia and Araka...

He sighed.

"This is what I want to say." Putila whispered behind his back: "Only you can come forward, little prince."

Thyls shook his head.

"Retreat, soldiers," he shouted to the two tense teams:

"For the sake of being a star person, put away your weapons."

But no one cares about him.

Sonia and Araka heard him, but the two with ugly faces seemed to be more interested in each other.

The subordinates behind them-heard from the crowd, it seems to be the Star Guard and the Rage Guard-also did not look sideways, but stood loyally and intently behind their chief.

His Royal Highness was left in the room without paying attention.

Putila closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

The whispers of the onlookers began to grow louder, pointing at Thales.

Many people have laughter and contempt in their eyes.

This kid is their new prince?

Thyls only felt embarrassed.

Extremely embarrassing!

Uh, what should I do?

Rush up and pull them away?

However.

Sonia is in extreme irritation, and that Araka doesn't seem to take him at all?

They have to find something that makes them care.

His brain worked quickly.

The conversation between the two just came to mind.

Thyls's heart moved, and he took a deep breath.

The traverser heard his immature child voice: "I am Thales Canxing, the second prince of the Star Kingdom."

Thyls raised his right hand to the two parties and pointed to the north.

"Maybe someone knows--for the peace of the star kingdom and for the lives of everyone in the fortress."

"I will go north soon and go to Exeter to pay for their prince."

There was an uproar watching the soldiers.

The Broken Dragon Fortress is not an isolated place. The news that the country is the meeting has already spread here.

Many people looked at Thales suddenly with many different meanings, pity, unwillingness, anger, and sigh.

But Sonya and Araka's eyes are still locked on each other.

Tyles adjusted his breathing, trying to appear more casual, approaching the range of their confrontation.

"And the two officers and your subordinates, before you dig out each other's hearts," Thales spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "To a star prince who is about to die... "

"At least give some due respect?"

"For example, after I go to die and then fight?"

The onlookers whispered louder.

Putila nodded slightly.

Sonia and Araka noticed that each other's eyebrows were wrinkled slightly.

But Thales immediately turned around and hummed ironically:

"Oh, of course, maybe you've been used to seeing each other a long time ago," Thales turned around, looked at the soldiers around him, and easily reached into his pocket.

He was going to take out the nine-pointed star badge pin of the dazzling star royal family and show it to everyone.

Thyls' next sentence depends on his surname.

But he didn't touch the pin of the nine-pointed star.

Only the pair of fangs bracelets in his pockets-a token of the Corleone family that the Queen of Night gave him when he was parting.

Tyles' smile froze for one and one second.

Damn Kotrina...

She didn't return the nine-pointed star pin to me!

But the traverser immediately burst into a smile with lightning speed.

He turned the "pocket is empty" into a pose of "pocketing and taking pictures", and turned around.

Thyls turned back to the two facing each other and laughed mockingly:

"After all, it's not the first time you two have looked at a bright star..."

"Did you die in front of you..."

The voice just fell.

The breathing of the two facing each other accelerated a lot.

Sonia was shocked.

Araka struggled.

In the past, the hearts of both of them rushed.

The voice of the soldiers watching is getting louder and louder:

"So?"

"Yes, did you hear that too? They are both..."

"Hey, it's all such experiences, why bother..."

One, two, three... Thales counted the seconds in his heart.

Please, give some face!

His embarrassment is coming up again.

Finally, the two commanders snorted separately and suddenly let go of each other.

The guards on both sides scabbed their swords back, but their faces were still ugly looking at each other.

Thyls breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw Putila on one side with a nasty smile and winked at him.

Gilbert has never been so disrespectful.

Thyls returned an angry look.

But he knows that the matter has not been resolved.

"Very well, let's...are you going to solve the immediate business first?" Thales rubbed his hands with a smile, and pointed to the dazed Willow Ken.

Araka snorted impatiently: "Are you going to come to judge for yourself, little prince?"

"Why, do you have an opinion?" Sonia snorted: "As your Highness, he is the most suitable here."

Thyls sighed.

No.

This is not just a trial.

It may also be the friction and discord between the two commanders.

And—he looked at Willow with a pleading look—it was about the life and death of a person.

He raised his head to look at the officer in charge of hanging:

"Can anyone prove what he said? The one he saved?"

The officer in charge did not seem to have spoken to the royal family. He took a step back flattered and shook his head: "There is no one...so we all suspect that he is lying."

Thyls frowned.

Not good.

"To be sure if it is a deserter...please bring up his sword."

The officer nodded nervously.

Soon, under everyone’s gaze, an equal-length wooden stick that was much shorter than the spear was sent up—the pair of broken wooden sticks still had dried blood stains left, only barely on one side. Saw the tip of iron clad.

On the surface, it looks like a broken spear.

However... Thales looked at the young man with brown hair:

"Can you use...double guns?"

Willow nodded fiercely: "I, I can!"

"It's a lie again," the officer shook his head: "No soldier has received such training, let alone a fisherman!"

Thyls let out a deep breath.

He looked at the soldiers around him with scorching eyes, Sonia's hopeful gaze, Araka's compelling eyes, Putila's complicated expression.

"If he can use double guns proficiently..." Thales groaned:

But Araka just snorted at this moment, interrupting him.

"Whether he deserted or not, he ran back against the order on the battlefield, there is no doubt," the powerful man said mockingly to the prince:

"Why? If he can use double guns, do you have to use Canstar's privileges to declare him innocent?"

"Noble, noble, my, your Highness the Second Prince?"

Thyls was taken aback.

Breach the order?

Oops.

"Then you are going to kill him directly?" Sonia said tit-for-tat, and said coldly: "If he is innocent..."

"No one cares about you innocent on the battlefield!" Araka interrupted her abruptly:

"Whether it is to escape or save people, if you violate the order, you will pay the price."

Sonia's speech suddenly stopped.

She can only turn her head and look at Thales hesitantly: "I respect your decision, Your Highness."

"Go on," Araka looked at Thales, disdainfully said: "Pardon him, and then see if he will violate the order next time-maybe at that time, he is not only killing himself Up."

Willow's face was earthy and sweaty, his eyes kept going back and forth between Araka and Thales.

Thyls frowned.

Trouble.

Araka, Sonya, Putila, and the surrounding soldiers including the Willow, all put their eyes on him.

What to do?

Hang him.

Sonia, what would the soldiers around you think?

Forgive him.

Araka, what about military orders and military regulations?

Or simply, change to other punishments.

No, it's not proper... Damn it.

Gilbert never taught this...

Wait.

Gilbert?

Thyls groaned.

He made a decision.

"Willow Ken."

"I am not sure if you are deserting," the traverser walked up to Willow and said to him: "Therefore, I cannot convict you or hang you."

Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, the war is lost from here..." Araka snorted unsurprisingly, and Sonia glared unsurprisingly.

Some soldiers who agreed with Araka began to shake their heads.

But Thales' next sentence made Willow nervous again.

"But if you really violated the order," Thales shook his head: "Then I can't acquit you."

"I cannot issue a judgment."

The audience was silent for a moment.

Then everyone was in an uproar.

Sonia frowned fiercely: What does this mean?

"Huh, guilty and innocent?" Araka chuckled:

"So what are you going to do, my prince? How about shortening the noose in half?"

Thyls has no expression on his face.

He gently raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Quiet the audience.

"But you said, Willow," Thales whispered: "You are backing to save your companions."

Willow raised his eyes and looked at the second prince tremblingly.

"It doesn't matter if you do it or not-the spirit is noble."

Tyles' voice echoed in the narrow crowd:

"So, I can't hang you."

Willow was shocked and looked at the prince in disbelief.

Just listen to Thales continuing:

"It is not because of your innocence."

"But I can't let other people hesitate to save their colleagues because they are afraid of your fate--this is not something to hesitate."

Thyls is indifferent.

The eyes of the audience watching Thales were different.

Sonia's face was beaming, and Araka frowned deeply.

Only Putilai has complex and deep eyes.

"But!"

Thyls looked down and said sharply:

"This does not mean that you are not guilty, nor do you have to pay the price of breaking the order."

"Willow Ken!"

Willow's breathing began to rush.

"In the future battles, you must save the lives of more than ten colleagues," Thales said sternly:

"As a price for not being hanged today, only in this way can you offset your guilt of breaking the order and wash away your suspicion of deserting."

"Ten!"

Under everyone's gaze, Thales pulled out the jc dagger, walked behind Willow expressionlessly, and aimed the blade at the rope that bound his hands.

Tyles took a deep breath and cut hard with his hands.

One click...

Two clicks...

Three...

Huh?

Thyls found embarrassingly: His hand strength is a bit weak.

At this rate, it may take more than ten seconds to cut the rope.

He felt the eyes of people around him.

This, this...

It's ruining the atmosphere!

At this moment, the familiar wave surged into Thales' hands.

As if the blood speeded up instantly, the muscles of his right hand trembled, and a much greater force than usual burst out!

"Shit!"

The rope in Willow's hand was instantly cut.

Tyles retracted his dagger and forced himself not to look at the **** wound on the back of Willow's hand that he had accidentally cut—cough cough.

"So, I used your future behavior in exchange for your life and freedom at the moment."

"Do you understand? Willow Ken?"

He looked solemnly at Willow who had recovered his freedom.

Willow panted, knelt down and looked at Thales.

He opened his trembling lips.

"Yes..."

"Yes... Your Royal Highness Thales!" He said loudly with excitement:

"Save ten people! I remember it!"

"One more request." Thales said calmly.

Willow was taken aback.

Tyles suddenly showed a long-lost smile and said: "Go and change your guns-they are worn like this, they can't even poke fish in the river."

Willow Ken took three breaths.

Then, with a smile that had escaped, he nodded desperately: "Sincerely, I will follow your orders!"

Thyls turned his head and looked around.

Sonia laughed and looked at him comfortably.

"Very decent, Your Highness."

Fortress Flower walked over unceremoniously, and under Thales' ugly face, picked him up!

I don't know who started it first, and the soldiers around clapped!

"Papa......"

Some people even started cheering.

Others are yelling: "Our prince!"

Sonia laughed, put the earth-colored Thales on her shoulders and rubbed his head vigorously: "A qualified star!"

"Cunning kid." Araka looked at Thales coldly, mumbled and waved, and left his subordinates to the applause of the audience.

Only Edda asked Putila, who was thinking deeply, with a puzzled face: "What did he just do?"

——————

When he was already weak, and after being shaken twice by Sonya, when Thales, who was even more dizzy, was put down, he could only pull Putila's robe weakly and retching.

Led by several soldiers, Putila walked with him to the barracks prepared for the prince, followed by Edda, who was once again horrified by the weather.

Thyls sighed: "I thought that troubles would come after we got to Exeter."

But Putila didn't answer him.

"His Royal Highness," Putilei said quietly, unaware that he used the honorific title:

"How did you come up with that method?"

Thyls was taken aback: Huh?

"Don't kill that soldier for now, but let him contribute in the future?" Putila said as he walked.

"Uh, this idea," Thales rubbed his frozen red hands, and let out a sigh of heat: "Actually Gilbert told me, it is related to my uncle, Midil Canxing ."

Putila's expression moved, frowning.

"Gilbert said that he had messed up a diplomatic mission because of unfavorable cooperation with his colleagues," Thales recalled, not paying attention to Putila's face: "But His Royal Highness did not punish him. Instead, let him owe the'debt' to the stars and make up for it with several times the merits in the future."

Putilla frowned tightly, while Thales raised his eyebrows:

"The Far East also has a saying of'using credit to make up for sins'-but that is limited to important people, such as low-level soldiers like Willow, who can’t say that directly, so we must use the reason of saving colleagues to convince others People."

"But it's not a good idea after all," Thales spread his hands: "Think about it, if all the deserters come back and say: I am to save my companion..."

"So, you are following your Highness Midil?" Putila did not listen to him, but slowly said: "Gilbert probably hopes you will be the next Midil."

Thyls was startled.

"Uh," he scratched his head: "This incident probably affected Gilbert deeply."

"Ah, yeah," Putila sighed thoughtfully: "Gilbert, later did save the entire star in the negotiation of the "Fortress Peace Treaty" to make up for his sins against the City of Steel ——Otherwise, according to the law at the time, this incident was enough to send him to prison."

Thyls turned his head curiously: "Oh, Putila... Do you know this too?"

"Of course, Your Highness," Putila seemed to have become accustomed to calling His Royal Highness, and saw him indifferently: "In that case, Gilbert didn't mess up because of bad cooperation with his colleagues."

Tyles opened his eyes wide.

"Gilbert was just a descendant of a declining nobleman. He first came to the Department of Foreign Affairs as the prince's attendant, but he was squeezed out and even deliberately framed by his colleagues, and he ended up in such a field." Putila sighed.

"Huh?" Thales asked in surprise: "Is it."

Putilla nodded slowly: "That's why he worked hard to pay for the stars later... He thinks this is a debt he owes Midir and the stars."

"Everyone has their own life course, and chances are impermanent." Thales sighed, shrugging casually: "Did he tell you this?"

"No, he didn't." Putila's eyes were deep, with a touch of sadness and regret in his words:

"But I know more than him."

Thyls raised his head.

I saw Putila take a deep breath and slowly exhale:

"Because..."

"I was the one who excluded and framed him in the Department of Foreign Affairs."

Thyls was stunned.

So embarrassing.

"Uh, this," he said awkwardly, "Perhaps, if you didn't do that back then, Gilbert wouldn't become such an outstanding diplomatic and political official."

"Yes, maybe," Putila said bitterly: "The stars are very lucky to have such an outstanding and selfless man..."

"No!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Seems to be holding back the anger.

Thyls and Putila turned their heads in surprise.

I saw the servants of the second prince, and Wya Casso was looking at them with unswerving expressions.

"Wya..." Thales said strangely.

Is he...angry?

"His Royal Highness!" Wiya seemed to be trying his best to control his emotions. He took a few deep breaths before returning to his normal expression, and slowly said: "Jorah...Jorah is going to die."

Thyls's color changed suddenly.

——————

Jorah, the leader of the private soldier of the Star Family, is lying pale on the bed in the barracks at the moment.

"I...I have a younger sister, Lucy," Jorah lost focus and said in a delirious manner: "In the royal capital, in the royal capital..."

"His Royal Highness," the bandaged Wya Casso said with regret: "The vampires hurt him too badly..."

Thyls let out a long sigh: "Is there no way?"

"We searched all over the military doctors in the fortress." Wiya shook his head, with a sad expression on his face: "But they are just military doctors, I'm afraid they don't have such good medical skills..."

Thyls frowned: "Are there other doctors?"

Putila frowned: "The winter castle is the nearest, but there is a doctor. But... I'm afraid it's too late."

"Also, the Exeters were emptied...In short, the roads are very unsafe."

"Accept reality," Edda sighed under the cloak: "At least let him leave with peace of mind and leave no regrets on the way to the prison river."

Tyles looked at Jora on the bed and remembered how he was poked laughed at by himself for the first time in Mindith Hall.

He also took swordsmen to fight with mercenaries.

Together with my colleagues, between myself and Serena.

Also...the fight against the blood race in the birch forest...

He closed his eyes sadly.

Damn it.

"His Royal Highness Thales!"

Everyone turned around.

I saw a young man with brown hair and brown eyes standing at the door of the barracks.

It's Willow Ken.

The "deserter who was almost hanged."

Willow bowed respectfully to Thales with a grateful smile: "I am so happy to see you! I have been sent to inform you..."

He glanced into the barracks and saw Jora who was dying.

Willow immediately narrowed his smile and said tremblingly: "Uh...that...two commanders, please, and Mr. Deputy Envoy over..."

Tyles sighed and looked at Jora on the bed unbearably.

He nodded and walked out of the room with Putila and Edda.

"That's..." Willow asked cautiously: "Your Highness, your subordinate?"

"Yes, but we can't save him."

"I hope he will leave with peace of mind." Thales said absent-mindedly: "Willow, why are you a handyman?"

"Hey," Willow shrugged and said helplessly: "After all...many people still think I am a deserter..."

Thyls nodded absently, but stopped at his feet.

No.

"Let the commanders wait a while, I will send him one last ride."

"He died for me..."

Thyls turned back sadly and looked at Jora while she was dying.

Putila shook his head and waved to Willow.

Tyles walked back to the bed, looked at Jora who was muttering inexplicably, and clenched his fists.

If, Jora, he, and the other Star Private Soldiers who sacrificed in the birch forest, did not follow me...

Oh.

Just now.

"Your Highness...that..."

Willow couldn't help but speak.

Putila and the others looked at him dissatisfied.

"Please don't have to rush," Huaiya said unhappily: "Please give death some dignity-even if you are the ferryman of the prison river."

"No," Willow waved his hand, anxiously said:

"I was treated as a deserter yesterday and went straight to the dungeon...that dungeon..."

"This is not a good time to thank you~IndoMTL.com~Putila frowned.

"Oh, that's not right," Willow shook his head, panting:

"I met one in the dungeon, a person who was put in as a suspicious person..."

The young soldier said loudly:

"The man said..."

"He is a doctor!"

Tyles and the others were taken aback and looked at Willow.

"Yes, he also said his name is... Ramon!"

Willow finally said what he wanted to say, he scratched his head, showing a hearty smile:

"It's still a doctor from the royal capital."

"According to what he said...excellent medical skills."