Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 34: Wait for a long time

When D.D happily arranged the gossip of the royal capital and noble circle, his bad luck once again worked.

"Doyle Guard Officer."

Malós’s voice sounded right from behind, interrupting Thales’ thoughts:

"What is so funny?"

Doyle's expression froze, but when he turned around and faced the watchman, D.D had become serious and decent again:

"No, sir."

"His Royal Highness spoke to inquiries, and I will introduce him to some of the nobles' humanity."

Malles looked at Mrs. Eleanor who had disappeared in the banquet hall, and looked at Thales thoughtfully:

"Really?"

Tyles dispelled the little iron spur from his brain and gave a dry laugh:

"Sure it."

Behind him, Doyle nodded awe-inspiringly, and Glover was expressionless.

Mallos sneered lightly, as he did:

"Very well, are you ready?"

His eyesight was far away, a middle-aged nobleman with grease and powder got out of the carriage with his wife, signed at the hall door, smiled and asked the attendant to serve gifts, adjusted his clothes, and walked towards Thales under the guidance Come.

"Of course." Thales sighed, and put on a smile again.

But Mallos shook his head and pointed to D.D:

"No, it's not your highness, I mean... him."

Doyle turned his back to the hall door, stupefied:

"Me? Why?"

At this moment, a heart-piercing cry burst out of thin air!

"Ahhhhh, your highness, your highness, your highness Thales!"

Tyles trembled all over, almost thinking that he had encountered an evil spirit.

The waiters, soldiers, guards, second-class guests at the side door, countless people were attracted by this cry, and turned their heads in surprise.

I saw that under the eyes of everyone, a greasy, blessed middle-aged nobleman opened his chubby hands, rushed in from the hall door, and rushed in front of Thales!

Without waiting for the surprised Thales to react, the conscientious Glover carefully hugged the prince back, and then pushed Doyle forward.

The middle-aged nobleman pounced on Doyle who was caught off guard for the first time, making D.D look ugly.

But the people who came here did not give up, and saw the nobleman's facial features shrinking on the ground, and he squeezed in the direction of Thales.

"Your Highness!"

Thyles was shocked again, and Glover had to protect the prince behind him, while Mallos comfortably avoided him and watched from the sidelines.

The guest did not intend to get up, and continued to stretch his hands forward and threw towards Thales’ legs:

"Myojin has eyes, the holy sun is wise, and the setting sun is blessed! The stars, the kingdom of stars, finally, has finally waited for its destiny heir!"

"The Seventh Servant of the Stars is so loyal and loyal, we finally paid off!"

The tone is sorrowful and sorrowful, those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it weep.

Thyles was dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

Block the way to vindicate?

The Star Lake Guards in the hall frowned and pressed their swords, but Mallos raised his hand at them.

Until Doyle reached out his hand and slipped on the back collar of the middle-aged nobleman, so that he could drag him back with enough strength to suckle.

"Father, you, what are you doing, get up! Get up!"

I saw D.D looking around in horror, using his hands and feet together, angrily stopping the middle-aged nobleman two meters away from the prince:

"That's a shame, daddy..."

When the middle-aged aristocrat saw Doyle, he changed his face without even drying his tears:

"I saw your Royal Highness, my heart was excited, and my emotions were difficult to suppress. It's your ass!"

Thyls arched his eyebrows when he heard them calling each other.

Mallos on the side spoke leisurely:

"His Royal Highness, this is Baron Doyle. He is the lord of Jinghe and D.D.... Anyway, just take a look."

Tyles' eyebrows twitched.

Doyle is still struggling with his father desperately, while apologizing and ashamed, smiling to the people around him.

The waiters and guards who watched the excitement all left one after another, and the scattered nobles also turned around and whispered.

Until another sharp female voice sounded:

"Ah! Little Danny! How can you treat your father like this!"

I saw an aristocratic lady with thick powder, yelling from behind, hugging the old Baron Doyle, and at the same time waving a handkerchief to drive D.D away, forcing the latter to let go:

"He is old and in poor health. You are still so incomprehensible. How pitiful our husband and wife are..."

Old Baron Doyle panted in coordination, coughing again and again, and fell into his wife's arms.

The baroness was crying:

"You are so, worthy of our hard work and **** you to raise you!"

The old Baron Doyle and his wife, arm in arm, slid together on the ground, looking at their son, who had a headache and was at a loss.

Their expressions are firm and sorrowful, and they seem to have a sense of tragic concentricity.

Like a bully master bullying a poor honest couple in the street.

"Grow up?"

Doyle looked depressed: "You are obviously just my stepmother..."

"What happened to the stepmother!"

The baroness got up holding her husband, her face changed in an instant with the tears faintly, she shook her handkerchief, her tone of voice was harsh:

"The stepmother is not a mother anymore!"

"Your food and clothing cost, knight tuition, cost of picking up girls, which is not our hard work..."

Doyle completely gave up the possibility of saving the family's face and could only cover his face and sigh.

This family ethics drama made Thales dumbfounded.

Old Baron Doyle wiped his nose and finally stood firm.

But he changed his face again the moment he saw Thales, this time very eagerly:

"Ah, Your Highness! Look, it may be a coincidence that you are standing here, standing in front of the portrait of the Three Kings of the Stars, but who can say that this is not a sign: the bravery and fearlessness of the Supreme Revival King, the legendary pledge The majestic posture of the person, the wise and wise of the dignified and wise... You are simply a gift from heaven, where the three are one!"

Tyles can't stand it.

Old Doyle was talking, tearful:

"The stars of the stars have grown up, and the kings have the knowledge, they must be the smiling prison river...or heaven?"

Thyls forced himself to squeeze out a stiff smile, and greeted him from a distance.

But D.D doesn't think so.

He pleaded guilty to the smiling face of the young duke and pulled his exaggerated parents aside.

"Father...what are you doing..."

Old Doyle lowered his head and whispered dissatisfiedly: "It's not all for you!"

"Me?"

"I inquired from the servant that you, a careless fellow, actually offended Ms. Ji Ni-do you know how horrible she is? Do you still want to be in the royal capital!"

D.D sighed: "What does it have to do with you..."

"Your face is so thin, you can't even find a girlfriend. Of course, I can only do things like flattering with my old face..."

"As if your face works..."

"You bastard--"

"And I can't find a girlfriend..."

"Huh? Do you want to learn from Karabyyang's fool? Looking for a boyfriend?"

"Father, you—you can go in and stay!"

"Wait, I forgot to kiss the hand of the prince..."

"Oh, I will kiss him for you--"

On the other side, Thales and Glover looked at each other, both helpless.

Marius was accustomed to it.

Finally, Doyle, who had sent away the miraculous parents, turned around with lingering fear, wiped his forehead, and found that the prince and the others were staring at him intently as if watching a drama.

Tyles did not change his expression and handed out the back of his hand understandingly:

"Do you want to kiss?"

D.D froze for a moment and pleased:

"No, no, but it's not because I don't want to kiss... In fact, I kiss every day in my heart... But you know, my father and them... Hey..."

"Well," Glover opened his mouth for an unprecedented time, with an unclear mood:

"Sweet home."

Doyle wanted to get a hole in.

"I know," he whispered:

"So, I don't like to live at home."

The other three turned their heads, pretending that nothing happened.

Compared with Doyle's lively and happy family, Baron Stoke, who was also one of the seven servants, came to visit alone, not even an attendant, and looked lonely and gloomy.

"After the **** year, limited by national conditions, His Majesty Kessel advocates frugality and loves simplicity." Baron Stoke is more than 40 years old, with high cheekbones and thin cheeks, looking quite mean:

"Therefore, there is no longer enough banquet in the capital."

Baron Stewart holds Thales's hand and observes his face carefully:

"So, Your Highness, do you know what today means to us?"

Thyls can only smile back.

"It doesn't matter, because we don't know either."

The gloomy baron leaned down and rubbed the back of Thales's hand with his cheek:

"Just leave it to you to prove it."

When Baron Steward turned and left, Thales was already a little numb.

"I remember my subordinate, the leader of the logistics officer was named Shi Tuo..."

"Well, whether it's my Mindis Hall or the Royal Guard," the prince took a deep breath:

"How many more people are related to the Seven Servant of Can Star?"

"A lot," Mallos replied calmly:

"But very few."

Thyls was stunned.

Until another tall figure stepped out of the carriage, amidst the flattering greetings of the little nobles, passed through the vestibule of Mindith Hall, signed the name and crossed the direction of the guards, and came to Thales.

"I heard that they all came early, so I can't help but come."

The tall nobleman smiles, but his eyes are shrewd. He salutes Thales, his body is depressed, and he has a different aura:

"Losano Glover, Viscount Hushan County."

Doyle's inhale slightly behind him.

Glover.

Tyles moved in his heart, resisting the urge to look back.

The Duke of Xinghu continued his perfect smile:

"Fortunately, your Majesty mentioned that your family is the mainstay of our rule-I heard that your grandfather once served in the Royal Guard and held a high position?"

Losano is tall but thin:

"He used to be the guardian of the former King Eddy's most trusted guard, and also the swordsmanship teacher of Prince Midil until he died in the line of duty and died for the country."

"Live up to the mission of the Glover family."

The watchman.

Thyls resisted the urge to look at Mallos, but he thought of another person in his heart.

Losano smiled:

"I work in the Finance and Taxation Department, so I live in Yongxing City for a long time. If you have free time, Your Highness, might as well come to the cold house in Dongcheng District."

Working in the Department of Finance and Taxation......

It's no wonder that you are in an important position.

Lozano turned his head and looked at Mallos:

"Tormond, the same is true for you, the door of Glover's house is always open to you."

Malles smiled lightly:

"It is a great honor. Let me take you in?"

"Of course." But it was not over yet, and Lozano unexpectedly turned to D.D, who was silent on the sidelines:

"Also, Danny Doyle, right?"

"Excuse me to mention to my father, don't send money to the Finance and Taxation Department anymore. We can't collect it. Even if we do, we can't skip his land settlement and tax inspection this year."

Doyle's face flushed suddenly.

Before leaving last, Lozano looked at Thales again and said seriously:

"I hope you know, Your Highness."

"We are always loyal to the throne and to the crown of nine stars."

So, when Lozano Glover and Mallos left together, Thales and Doyle Ziqi were relieved, feeling relieved from a certain aura.

D.D snorted softly:

"What am I talking about, tsk tsk, take care of the money."

Yes.

And...

Thyls resisted the desire to turn his head to the side and back.

But obviously, someone can't help it.

"Hey, zombie, don't you say something?"

Doyle looked curiously at the back of Viscount Glover, then turned to look at his colleagues:

"That's your eldest brother, or the lord, and even more in charge of the money. If I were to hurry up..."

Glover turned his head abruptly!

His sharp eyes pierced D.D. It was as cold as ice.

Doyle panicked, and even Thales who was caught in the middle froze.

Glover stared at D.D coldly for a few seconds, and then he spoke slowly, every word:

"I am here, on duty, on duty."

Doyle seems to have seen Glover like this for the first time. He stayed for a few seconds before he forced a smile:

"Good, good, good..."

Glover turned his head and nodded slightly to the prince who was in a daze.

Doyle flinched to the side, released an aggrieved look at Thales, and flattened his mouth in anger.

But Thales has no time to care about their interaction.

The prince took the water glass and refilled it with water. He looked across the hall, over the defense line formed by the guards, and looked at the scene of crowds and carriages going back and forth. He knew that he would only get busier next.

And he is quite tired.

The real vassals of the central leaders who arrived early were not as domineering as the nineteen nobles on the surface, but Thales felt that it was more laborious to deal with it than the state meeting six years ago.

But he cannot rest.

According to Gilbert's instructions, when tired, he must pay more attention to his appearance, manners, movements, smile, posture, and conversation.

"Six schools."

Tyles broke his hands and indexed the family, attracting the attention of two guards:

"Patterson, Adrian, Barney, Doyle, Stuart, Glover..."

"If I didn't make a mistake in the history class these days...there are so few that can rival these six families in terms of fame, history and strength in the central collar?"

Thyls watched boredly as the guests outside the hall were slowly diverted and led to the appropriate entrances and locations respectively. However, many people forgot the etiquette and demeanor when passing through the main hall, trying to tiptoe to see what happened. , Just to see the prince’s elegance earlier.

"Slightly declining."

Doyle took Thales' words smoothly, and his tone was lazy, obviously he was also quite impatient:

"Although the'Seven Attendants' are just an insider's statement...but when I just remembered, they were directly under the royal family, and there were actual fiefdoms and hereditary nobles. There were eight or nine families under the central leadership. More people are lining up to squeeze in."

Eight or Nine...

"Until..."

Doyle shrugged:

"You know, in the past two decades, some vacant titles have lost their lands, some have a big business and they are unable to make ends meet, some have a long history but their descendants are unworthy, some have been destroyed by wars, and some have gone wrong. Nobility, some blood relatives are divided and declining..."

Thyls listened quietly, and Glover frowned.

"Up to now, the name and reality match, and they can barely qualify for the stupid title of'Seven Stars of Stars'. There are only six of them-the quality is still uneven, you have also seen it, there are fast forward coffins Yes, there are widows and orphans, those in power, some insidious and petty, and there are so many people who will cry and kneel when they meet...cough cough..."

The casual gossip Doyle realized something and ended the topic in time.

Thyls said nothing for a long time.

After thinking about something, he nodded thoughtfully.

In the next ten minutes, there were more and more guests who needed the prince to come forward to welcome them, but almost all of them were the royalists and even the upstarts in the Royal Conference that Thales had been familiar with six years ago:

The current Chancellor of the Exchequer, the "pocket" Joco Mann kindly asked how the prince is adapting and how the math class is progressing. The Minister of Education and Political Affairs interjected to raise the issue of funding for this year's central consular bureaucratic examination;

Military advisor "Private Soldier" Sodor Reid just slapped his chest to assure him that the kingdom's actions in the desert will ensure another decade of peace in the Western Wilderness. The Minister of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry who came on his back gave him a serious expression. He talked about the disadvantages of military militants and the destruction of production by military operations, and demonstrated the asymmetry of the benefits brought by looting and peaceful farming;

Baron Gals, who manages the Mint, has just enthusiastically invited the Duke of Star Lake to visit the "source of wealth" in the kingdom. It is best to listen to their currency issuance plan rejected by His Majesty. The Supervisory Secretary of the Royal Bank rushes eagerly Come, I intervene in the conversation impolitely, and strongly recommend Thales to open an account and set up an account in his own name, as the 3,000th honorable and noble customer of Royal Bank...

During this time, Thales was greeted and escorted, laughing and laughing, only feeling that his face was numb.

To be honest, he would rather go back to the Dragon Blood Night six years ago to face the five menacing grand princes.

No wonder, it's no wonder that the ethnic language of a great nobleman in my impression is "I would rather die because of my friends than the enemy"......

But at the next moment, as a carriage approached, the nobles lined up in the front court were all quiet.

A middle-aged nobleman stepped out of the carriage and walked to Mindis Hall accompanied by his old servant.

The voices of the nobles were heated again, and the soldiers and guards stood straighter unconsciously.

"D.D, go take a look," Thales finally had time to breathe, sighed and raised his head:

"Who is coming..."

But Thales stopped abruptly.

Outside the hall, the middle-aged nobleman has an elegant manner, but an easygoing temperament. There is occasional majesty in the room.

Every step he took, he patiently nodded in return to the lower aristocrats who greeted him. He was unassuming but with his own demeanor, which was convincing.

Thyls was stunned.

"Ha, I know, that's a big man. He often lives in the capital for a short period of time. His identity can be..."

Doyle was about to continue, but when Thales suddenly raised his hand, he stopped him.

Thyls looked at him with a complicated expression, and looked at the family emblem on the sleeve of the other party.

The flowers have three petals, with different colors.

Visitors stepped up the steps and showed their iconic smile between the pillars:

"The Mindisi Hall really deserves its reputation, with countless treasures and invaluable."

While signing, he smiled and said to the old servant beside him:

"I wish I could be here six or seven years earlier."

Several deep rays of light passed through the noble's eyes.

"That's good."

The old servant just nodded quietly.

The next moment, the middle-aged nobleman raised his head, and after the guards had cleared the way, they had a face-to-face with Thales.

No warning, no cover.

Thyls interacted with each other's eyes in the air.

Doyle, who was originally numb and dazed, was agitated, feeling if there was a cold wind.

He changed.

Thyls looked plain, he looked at the guests silently, and secretly thought.

He is more mature, more natural, and more...

The prince rubbed his gloves lightly.

He changed.

The guest didn't change his face either, he watched Thales quietly, his heart clear.

His eyes are sharper, firmer, more...

The guest squinted lightly.

At that moment, the big and lively Mindis Hall seemed to be the only one left behind.

But...

Tyles and the guests released friendly smiles at the same time, and walked towards each other as if they had a tacit understanding.

So what?

So, under the gaze of countless lights, the owner of Mindis Hall and the guest, like old friends who have not seen each other for a long time, walked toward each other enthusiastically and cheerfully, and their two palms met fiercely in the air!

"Welcome, Lord Duke!"

"It's been a long time, Your Royal Highness!"

Thyls felt the opponent's unconquering vigorous strength, and also unceremoniously let go of the crime of the prison river, and his muscles were exerting strength!

The two palms trembled slightly in the air, and the wind was light on the surface.

Marius, who came after hearing the news, saw this scene~IndoMTL.com~ slightly frowned.

The eyes of Thales and the guest fought again in the air for a round, and then both turned into friendly smiles.

The Duke laughed:

"Just call me Jane."

The prince is also considerate:

"Thyls."

The next moment, the two of them looked at each other tacitly and laughed again, centering on the arm they were holding, hugging each other, and clasping the other's back shoulder with the other hand.

Tyles suddenly realized that he was only half a head shorter than him.

I don't know when it will start, but the opponent's once unreachable height is no longer an obstacle.

In the eyes of outsiders, Prince Thales and Duke Jen are inextricably linked. They have not seen each other for years, but they rush to each other at the same time, wishing to light up the lights all night and talk.

However, only Thales and Jayne, who hugged each other close to their necks, knew how sincere their feelings were at that moment.

"I knew that the Northlanders can't do anything with you."

Jen whispered in his ear, in a strange tone.

"Yes," Thales responded slowly, also with deep meaning:

"It's like a blood family.

In an invisible angle, the two turned their heads, and glanced sideways at each other from a distance that was almost kissing.

Jen's eyes are cold, if there is frost.

Tyles' eyes were sharp, piercing his heart.

"Welcome back." Duke of South Bank, Jayne Kevin Deere whispered.

Nine-pointed star.

"Thank you for waiting." Duke Xinghu, Thales Canxing sneered slightly.

Iris flowers.

The next second, the two important people in the kingdom broke apart with one touch and let go of each other.

Recovered a perfect and warm smile.

It shows that in this era, the kingdom is most proud of-unity and harmony.

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