Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 35: Collusion

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The Palace of Valor, the dining room of the Grand Duke.

"I need an explanation-about today's farce."

Selma stared at the two people in front of her ugly: one of them had a calm expression, and the other seemed to be smiling.

"Or you can get out of the Palace of Valor now and take care of the board and lodging yourself—you two."

The female grandpa said coldly.

"Wow," Ian Ronnie, the heir to the Grand Duke of Qiyuan City, reclined on the backrest in the most comfortable position, looked at the angry grandfather with interest, and turned to ask the pensive Tyre. S: "Is this what you told me'she is good to talk'?"

Thyls took a deep breath.

Well, maybe it's because that's here.

But before he had time to speak, Selma's anger suddenly rose.

"You, Honorable Ian Ronnie," the female grandfather said coldly: "I remember you came for help?"

"Uh-huh." Ian nodded briskly.

"Relying on your frivolity, pomp, contrived and rude?" Selma said mercilessly: "And the rare talent that humiliated and angered the entire Dragon City at the first meeting?"

"Also, tonight's welcome banquet was cancelled—because no one wants to attend at all, unless I agree to their request for a duel at the banquet."

"They are still very enthusiastic. Look, luckily I brought Monty here." Faced with the grandfather who was inquiring about the crime, the flirty Viscount Lord smiled and snapped his fingers: "The problem is solved."

Looking at the other person's light-hearted attitude, Selma's face became even more ugly.

"Enthusiasm? Do you know how ugly the scene was after you left, how many nobles expressed their indignation to me?"

Thyls swears that with his keen hearing, he heard the grinning teeth behind the female grandfather’s lips: "You have to be thankful that they dropped their weapons before entering the palace."

"Ah," Ian shrugged to Thales with a nonchalant expression, "A hypocritical Northlander."

"With this kind of energy, why not go to the black sand collar and kill the king?"

Selma was so angry that she took a breath and stared at the nonchalant Ian.

"Oh, you also know that the envoy of the black sand collar is in the city, and they will know about everything that happened today, and pass it back to the black sand city to the king?"

"And do you know how many of the vassals of Longxiao City will change your attitude towards Qiyuan City and Heisha Ling because of your actions today?"

Ian's pupils suddenly condensed when hearing the name of Heisha Ling.

He nodded slowly on the back.

"That's a problem."

He turned to Thales, his eyes focused: "But we will solve it, right?"

But Thales just didn’t say a word. He clasped his hands, pressed his knuckles on the dining table and pressed his knuckles from time to time—this was six years ago, he learned from the bald Grand Duke Lecco habit.

Selma seemed to be fed up with arguing with the heir of Qiyuan City.

"Tyles, you arranged this meeting," the grandpa held up her glasses, staring dissatisfiedly with a calm face, who seemed to be thinking about Thales:

"Say something!"

Ian smiled silently, learning from Selma's angry expression, deliberately putting on a vague look, turning his head to Thales, shaking his head and making a silent mouth: say—point—what— —What?

This made Selma's anger soar to its zenith:

"If Qiyuan City comes to you for help, you can now..."

"Selma."

Thyls spoke softly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Miss Selma, whose cheeks were puffed out by anger, across the table.

"Calm down, you are a grandfather, there is no need to get angry easily."

Ah, it is this girl who rejected his impulsive proposal here a few days ago and proposed to stay in Longxiao City and face all the unknowable dangers.

That little slippery head.

He will miss her.

Thyls slowly curled the corners of his mouth and smiled unconsciously.

Selma, who was originally angry, was a little embarrassed by him.

She remembered how Thales had taught her to reduce irritability, and took a few deep breaths.

"I...I think," the girl unconsciously turned her gaze away, snorted, and took a sharp look at Ian, who was grinning, but her tone was much gentler: "Maybe we shouldn't waste anymore Time is up."

Ian raised his eyebrows. He looked at Thales, who was calm, and then at Selma who turned his head, showing a dazed expression.

He slapped him, as if he had spent his entire life struggling from the back of the chair, lazily picking up a piece of cheese from the table, chewing and muttering to himself: "I knew I was looking for By the way..."

At the reminder of Ian's yin and yang strangeness, Thales recovered.

The prince coughed and asked calmly:

"The Earl of Brisbane did not come?"

"Charle said he was going to appease the nobles," Selma shook her head, still immersed in dissatisfaction: "He also said that he hopes that in the next hearing, you will face the earls. Can be so relaxed."

Tyles' eyes narrowed.

Ian stopped chewing the cheese in his mouth.

"The next political hearing..."

"So he understands," the prince said softly: "It's a dragon eye."

Selma looked confused: "What?"

"Maybe Monty told him something," Ian started chewing the cheese again, but his brows were already frowning: "That big mouth, on the way, he heard me come to propose."

Hearing the word "proposal", Selma let out a heavy breath, her eyes became dangerous again:

"What are you two talking about?"

Thyls didn't speak, but his thoughts turned faster.

Only Ian swallowed the cheese in his mouth vigorously, tilted his head, and smiled disapprovingly: "It seems that you are not as smart as you seem, madam."

"Sure enough, beauty and wisdom are the same..."

This sentence was not finished yet, and once again annoyed the grandfather.

"And you are more annoying than your nickname." Selma said coldly.

Ian was slightly stunned at first, then he smiled and shrugged cheeky: "It's a great honor."

Thyls sighed, determined not to be silent again.

"Selma," the prince was sitting down, looking at the two men seriously: "This is Ian Ronnie, representing Qiyuan City."

Following his eyes, Selma and Ian looked at each other, one of them was wary, the other was disapproving.

"And he came to propose to you."

Thyls said lightly.

Selma didn't move.

But the next second, the granddaughter sneered.

"Really, thank you for your introduction." Selma looked at Thales with bad eyes, and the accusation and anger in her eyes were overflowing.

She looked at Ian with a gaze, without concealing the disgust in her eyes, and said sarcastically: "At least he is quite old, right."

Thyls didn't speak.

It was Ian who answered the question.

"Look, she still doesn't understand." The heir of Qiyuan City didn't even look at the cold-faced female grandfather. He smiled contemptuously and shrugged to Thales:

"My mother used to say that if a woman is the master, she will..."

"I don't know what your mother said, Ian." Thales turned his head sharply and interrupted him coldly.

Ian paused slightly, his raised finger stopped in the air.

"To be honest, I don't care," Prince Star had a serious face, "but if you still want to complete this mission, then show respect-she is the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, and it is the game of this game. The key."

He watched Ian slowly put away his playful eyes, and said solemnly: "It's also my friend."

Ian was taken aback.

"And you, Selma," Thales looked into the granddaughter's eyes seriously, "Trust me, we are standing on the same side of the board."

"This guy is like this, we have to get used to..."

Selma snorted softly, seemingly angry at Ian.

But she didn't speak any more after all.

Ian breathed lightly, frowned, and seemed to understand: "Oh."

The next moment, Ian leaned back, pressed close to Thales’ ears, reached out to block the sight of the grandfather, and whispered: "Why, you haven't tame her yet?"

This time Thales was stunned.

The solemn expression on his face hasn't disappeared, he just asked in surprise: "What?"

Tame?

Ian sighed, regretting that iron can't become steel.

Selma looked suspiciously and looked at the two people who bit their ears privately.

"You know, you are the one who helped her to her seat," Ian suppressed his voice, his tone was full of annoyance and dissatisfaction: "And six years, my Highness! Even a princess of a country It won't take so long, right?"

Thyls blinked, seeming to understand.

"Men will be more or less special to the first woman, but," Ian only listened to Ian with his mouth turned upside down, looking like a person who came by, and continued to say: "Unless you are in bed, don't let it She crawled over your head..."

Boom!

A muffled sound, accompanied by Ian's painful grunt.

The successor of Qiyuan City twisted his face, sat back on his chair with his stomach in his arms, and looked betrayed.

After Ian and Thales, Selma was also stunned.

She looked at this puzzled, then at that: "You guys..."

"He has a stomachache, now he is better." Thales, who was not looking to change his face, retracted his elbow, and did not look at Ian, who was pale and sweating: "Let’s get back to business."

"Selma," the prince took a deep breath, leaned close to the table, and said seriously: "You must know that it is a marriage proposal-but first of all, it is impossible for him to propose a marriage successfully."

Selma's eyes moved.

"There is only one direct system healer left in Longxiao City. In the absence of external force or strong pressure," Thales' palms pressed slightly, shaking off the suggestion that Nuen had given him in his mind: "Yu Nei Outside, emotion and reason, you can never marry a powerful outsider."

"For the vassals of Longxiao City, this is tantamount to attracting terrible foreign enemies out of thin air and taking power from them. For the princes of Exeter, this means Longxiao City. The next successor to Qiyuan City is likely to merge the two into one, which is equivalent to the imbalance of the balance of power in the ten territories."

Tyles looked at the female prince sincerely: "And Qiyuan City is not strong enough to ignore or even suppress these objections-neither the vassals, the princes, or even the king would allow You are married."

Listening to the prince, Selma lost her mind for a moment.

"So, an outsider's proposal..."

Selma fixedly looked at Thales: "They won't allow it, do they."

"Really?"

Tyles was very uncomfortable with her staring, so he quickly turned aside his gaze.

"So, he spread the word that he came here to propose to me, to..."

His Excellency Ian, who was stroking his stomach with an unhappy expression, snorted: "Of course it is to draw us into the brief. In fact, the star prince who plays an important role in the politics of Longxiao City: If you want to win over the Grand Duke, you have to Start with Thales Canxing."

Huh?

Tels paused slightly.

The face of the Grand Duke is rarely red.

After trying to understand, Telston's face turned dark: "Is the rumors spread like this?"

"At least that's what the black sand collar did, isn't it," Ian sighed, jokingly as if:

"In order to win you over, what conditions did the king give you? Twenty virgins?"

Thyls automatically ignored Ian's joking tone, and his nerves tightened for a moment.

Give me... what conditions?

There seemed to be King Chaman's victory in his hands again, holding him firmly in the palm of his hand.

Thyls resisted the urge to see Selma.

Damn it.

Don't take this seemingly frivolous boy brother lightly.

"Why," the second prince asked quietly: "Do you want to say ‘I give you double’?"

Ian smiled incomprehensibly.

"I'm happy," Ian shook his head as usual, and then added the next sentence slowly:

"If they gave you a slap."

The Star Prince responded with a cold snort in response.

But he thought of Rumba's words, but his heart was cold.

Although not a slap.

But it's almost there.

Selma sighed softly: "Let's go back to the subject...so the proposal is just an excuse?"

"It's not just an excuse—it can explain a lot of things," Ian smiled with empathy, screamed at Thales, and exaggerated his hands: "Look, when it comes to the grandfather The marriage, with a bang, the living Prince Thales appeared."

Tyles rubbed his forehead and exhaled in pain.

"How old are you, Ian?"

"Nineteen." Ian still smiled: "Just one year older than the Grand Duke."

No, four years old.

Thyls added silently, and glanced at Selma in harmony.

"Really," the prince said lightly: "I feel like you have just turned nine."

"Ah, in view of your glorious deeds when you were seven or eight years old," Ian knocked on the table, picked up a slice of butter bread again, bit it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Uh, just take this as praise."

Tyles exhaled.

He gradually grasped the way to talk to the Lord Viscount Windy City.

Thyls turned his mind, recalling the conversation just now.

Since seeing Selma, Ian deliberately showed disdain for the Grand Duke, but unconsciously asked about the relationship between the Grand Duke and the vassals of Longxiao City, and inquired about her control over the territory.

He deliberately let the scene get out of control, but in fact he looked at him many times, perhaps to observe when he spoke to persuade him, so as to understand his influence on the female grand prince, and also to fiddle with his actual relationship with the grand prince.

Twice, he tested the attitude of the black sand-collar to himself, and his attitude to the black sand-collar, both openly and secretly.

Thyls raised a warning in his heart.

Ian Ronnie.

Seemingly frivolous, presumptuous, noble brother.

In fact, the most deliberate blade is hidden in the words that seem to be a joke.

This "ghost".

But for now, this is not a bad thing.

"Close to the subject," Thales cleared his throat: "Ian sent me a message specifically to propose to you."

Selma's expression is still ugly, but she is already listening to Thales.

"But as I said, it’s impossible to propose marriage—I guess he has other things to do outside the normal diplomatic channels, with me, with you, in a reliable and credible private occasion Discuss here."

"So I went to the Palace of Valor in advance."

Selma looked suspicious and looked at Ian.

Ian blinked and swallowed the butter bread.

"After the meeting, he told me: Qiyuan City is different from other Northland Grand Duke. Their location and politics are special, and any assistance from the inland of Exter is very meaningful to them. "

Not only that, but he also kept suggesting that as the future heir of Qiyuan City, he, like Prince Star, was a foreigner who was forced to live among the people of the North.

Tyles sighed: "And he also reminded me: He knows that it is not the other who has sent troops to assist Qiyuan City in Longxiao City, but it is the conflict between the vassal and the grandfather-from your The marriage begins."

At that moment, Selma's eyes were locked on Ian.

"Trust me," Your Excellency snorted, rather disapproving: "On the struggle between the Grand Duke and the vassals in the cons..."

He stared sharply: "The entire Exeter, I am afraid there is nothing more deeply felt than the Ronnie family in Qiyuan City."

Selma looked at Thales thoughtfully, then at Ian.

"So...what do you want?" The granddaughter calmed down, she asked lightly.

Ian smiled.

"He has a proposal," Thales looked at Selma intently:

"An unusual solution to the crisis."

The grandpa bit her lower lip lightly, seeming to be more interested in the food on the table.

But Thales knew that she was thinking.

"That's why, we don't have time to waste on those boring and redundant ceremonies and banquets," Ian lost the cynical look on his face, and he became solemn, no longer paying attention to what was on the table. Food: "This matter requires us to discuss secretly, decide together, plan ahead-and time is tight."

"I apologize to you, Your Excellency, everything from the afternoon to just now is a superficial temptation," Ian said like iron: "Please believe that Qiyuan City is not just to beg for help. The requester, in fact, I came with sincerity and I also know your current difficulties and embarrassments, and Qiyuan City will use our methods to solve your problems in exchange for your promise and assistance."

"And all I need is your trust."

No one speaks.

The lights in the dining room flickered slightly~IndoMTL.com~The shadows of the three people floated.

Like a small boat drifting with the waves in the waves.

Selma looked at Thales seriously.

At that moment, somehow, Thales remembered how they had fled in Longxiao City six years ago.

The prince of the stars nodded to her.

Finally, the grandpa turned her head, serious and calm.

"And what do you do to help me'solve the trouble'?"

Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City grinned and nodded slightly to Thales.

The next second, he looked at Selma gently, spoke softly, and uttered the familiar words again:

"Propose."

(End of this chapter)