Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 35: Shelter

When a group of people were full of suspicion and anxiety and walked out of the secret tunnel with great anxiety, Thales had a vague illusion of seeing the sky again.

But as long as he thinks of everything that happened in Longxiao City, his mood is like a shadow, which is getting deeper and deeper between assassinations, conspiracies, and betrayals.

He was sent to quell the possible war between the two countries.

But...

In front of Thales, Nunn's head rolled to the ground, and Rumba's rough and indifferent face appeared.

He couldn't help but tighten his breath.

The second prince raised his head and looked at the gray sky in the north, but he only felt more confused.

"What's next?"

Miranda still looked at her surroundings vigilantly--a remote and narrow corner of the city, the mottled stone wall is full of traces of time and wind and frost, turned around and said to the meteorite: "Your plan? Go find and still stay A vassal of Walton?"

But Nicolai just looked at his weapon seriously, turning a deaf ear to her words, and seemed to be immersed in the negotiation with the Red Witch just now.

Raphael answered her.

"Longxiao City is still very dangerous, even if it is Walton's vassal..." The young man of the secret department frowned: "We can't show up like this."

"Your Highness's safety is the first consideration, and it is related to the stability of the stars," Huaiya interjected, and he sighed: "Now, the entire Northlanders of Longxiao City are looking for him, and then In a few days, maybe the whole Exeter will join in, we are such a large group..."

Rolf slapped him on the shoulder, and the latter shook his head at Wiya with a serious look.

Wiya didn't say anything, but he still glanced at the White Blade Guards, with deep anxiety on his face.

Thyls felt that many eyes were glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally.

He heard what Huaya meant: After all, this group of Blade Guards were from the North.

Maybe they have common enemies with themselves, maybe their goals and interests are temporarily converging, but...

They are not their own after all.

Get out of trouble and find opportunities to part ways with them-this is the safest way.

The common crisis made the Starren and the Northlanders temporarily cooperate, but after getting out of danger, it seemed that the hostile tension had returned-as can be seen from their well-defined formation.

And the reason why the Blade Guard is here... Thales turned his head and met Xiao Slick's eyes in the air.

It was a pair of confused and nervous eyes, at a loss for what to do.

Thyls froze for a moment.

Nicolai, who didn't say a word, seemed to finally come back to his senses. He raised his head and squinted to look forward.

"Let's consider these things after we settle down," the meteorite exhaled a long breath: "The people who will meet us will arrive soon-go to the shelter first."

Thyls frowned: "Sanctuary?"

"Since we arrived, this city has had a lot of opinions about the prince," Cohen also showed a puzzled look: "Not to mention that such a big thing has happened, who can protect us in our Longxiao City?"

Raphael shook his head with a deep expression: "For some existence, no matter how big things..."

"It's just a dispute between mortals."

Talston was startled.

The next moment, a tough figure appeared at the corner ahead.

A group of people immediately entered the alert.

But Nicolai waved his hand and told them to disarm.

"My own person." The meteorite said briefly, then glanced at the person with a complicated expression.

That's a stout man with a short head.

Thyls couldn't help but squinted, trying to see the person coming.

That person seems to be familiar...

That is...

Thyls' heart moved, surprise and surprise surged into his heart.

"Melke?"

The prince looked at the visitor and couldn't help but call out his name under huge suspicion, "Lord Mike?"

The expression on the visitor's face became slightly stiff.

I saw the former king of Dragon City serving as an official, the sinner who was exiled by King Nunn himself in the Hall of Heroes-Lord Byrne Melk stepped on a warrior-like step and came to them.

He looked at the star prince who had witnessed the tragedy in the Hall of Heroes with complicated expression.

"I have been deprived of my position and title by your majesty. You may wish to change my title a bit."

Melke exhaled and said in a low voice: "Good day, Prince Thales."

Many images flooded into Thales' mind.

Alex's twitching figure and weak hands hanging down.

Melke knelt down in tears of repentance.

King Nunn roars full of hatred and pain.

Melke hugged his breathless daughter and staggered out of the hall in a daze.

"You..." Thales was stuck in his heart, and he opened his mouth, but when the words came to his lips, he broke.

He saw the look in Mike's eyes.

The former official's expression is calm, but his eyes are full of lifeless deep gray.

As if nothing in the world could arouse his interest.

Tyles suddenly thought of another pair of eyes, the eyes of the Black Sword-it was strange, but Thales felt that way.

The gaze of the former king's official official turned to the little slippery head behind Thales, with complex eyes.

Xiao Huatou didn't seem to expect to see the former official here. She remembered something and lowered her head subconsciously.

Melke closed his mouth, his expression gloomy, and was silent.

"Nothing unexpected?" Nicolai stepped forward, shook hands with Mike, and then let go.

Melke shook his head, but said nothing.

"Come with me, please," Mike looked at the group of people with a plain expression, turned and walked back: "Try to keep quiet and respectful."

Cohen looked at the surrounding environment, and questioned in his heart-empty and dilapidated walls and floor tiles, unswept snow and dead branches, like a noble house after years of unmaintained court.

"Respect?"

The security officer exhaled and raised his head to look at a magnificent stone house with only a small door in front: "By the way, what is this place?"

Miranda seemed to see something. She raised her index finger to her mouth and made a silent gesture: "Just do it."

Cohen raised his eyebrows and followed the crowd forward.

Thyls turned his head and looked at Nicolet nervously: "Why..."

The meteorite blocked his throat directly.

"I know what you are thinking."

Nicolai lowered his head, he looked at Mike's back with a subtle expression: "Yes, Majesty Nunn exiled him, and..."

The meteorite immediately raised his head, his eyes slowly firming up.

"But Byrne Mike, he was...at least once in the Blade Guard."

Thyls frowned:

"He is still loyal to Walton?"

Nicolai shook his head.

"He is loyal to his creed," the meteorite sighed, not knowing what he thought of: "No matter what happens, this has never changed."

"This is also us, the reason why the Blade Guard is here."

Thyls was slightly startled.

He remembered the scene where the four blade guards were holding each other's arms under the black sand-collared bow and crossbow, encircling him and Xiao Skato tightly in the middle.

He sighed softly.

"Thank you, Lord Nicolai," Thales said with an imperceptible emotion: "Thank you too, the Blade Guard."

Nicolai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you really want to thank me, weird kid."

"When you sit on the throne one day," the eyes of the meteorite and Thales met in the air: "Come and pay this favor again."

Thyls didn't speak.

He just smiled, and followed everyone into the small door of the stone house.

"Be alert," Thales heard Wiya whisper to Rolf behind him: "God knows where this is, and God knows what's waiting for us."

Rolf let out an unexplained grunt from his throat.

It seems disdainful.

The stone house is very wide, and it seems to be a large back hall, but the lights in the hall are dim—the lighting is not based on the large ceiling lights, but the hand-held indelible lights hung on the wall one after another.

Tyles couldn't adapt to the sudden darkness for a while, he opened his eyes wide and tried to see his surroundings clearly.

There was a strong smell of lamp oil in the air-Thales' heart moved: With this concentration of eternal oil smell, it seems that the owner of this stone house is either rich or noble.

Raphael seemed to be familiar with this place. He walked into the darkness ahead, and when he walked out again, there were already bandages and drugs on his hands.

He threw one of the rolls of bandages at random to Cohen, who was full of doubts, and carefully handed a medicine bottle to Miranda who looked dazed.

"Take care of the injury and recover as soon as possible," Raphael pointed to the wound tightened by the power of termination on Cohen, his face serious: "Our battle is not over yet."

"This is the'shelter'? Where is it?"

Wiya squinted her eyes and looked at the surrounding stone walls and floor tiles, her hand still firmly attached to the hilt: "Wait, this style of architecture, I seem to have seen..."

At this moment, in the darkness ahead, two figures appeared facing each other.

"His Royal Highness!" A younger figure walked forward quickly, with a smile on his face, and an uncontrollable excitement in his voice: "Thanks to the gods, you have returned safely!"

Thyls was startled: "Are you... Willow?"

It's the recruit they brought in Broken Dragon Fortress.

The one who was almost hanged as a deserter.

"Your Royal Highness, you..." Another slightly mature figure breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew..."

Veteran Gernard looked at Thales with complicated eyes: "I know..."

Thyls looked at the two familiar people in the Star Mission, as if he had let go of the shackles in his heart.

"You..." Thales looked at everyone, and his heart moved: "Where are the others?"

As soon as the voice fell, another familiar voice came from the darkness ahead.

"It seems that everything is going well?"

Thyls was shocked and blurted out:

"Putilai!"

Under the eyes of everyone, the well-informed deputy of the Star Mission, Lord Niman Putila, came to them. The thin man still held his pipe and seemed calm, but he His pipe was obviously filled with tobacco, but it was not lit.

"Your Highness," Putila said with a calm smile, but there was a touch of relief in his tone: "It's nice to see you return safely."

Tyles looked at his assistant envoy quietly, and after a few seconds, he smiled and exhaled.

"I am also glad to see that you are safe," the prince put down his guard and smiled: "Your Excellency."

Putila nodded and turned to look at the young man in the secret department.

"No accident happened in the city gate?" the deputy envoy said lightly.

"There are some accidents," Raphael's face moved slightly: "But...it's done."

Thyls's heart moved: Putila and the secret team...

Seems familiar?

"That's good," Putila looked at Nikolai and Mike again, and slowly nodded: "Thanks for your hard work."

Nicolai gave a cold snort and turned to leave, while Mike nodded in response.

Tyles frowned: He is also familiar with the Blade Guard?

"Try to rest for a while." Putila didn't care about the indifference of the Blade Guards, he barely showed a deep smile to the prince:

"We still have a long journey to go."

Tyles took a deep look at him and raised his brow.

At that moment, he had a lot of words and many questions he wanted to say.

Disaster, dragon, black sword, death of Nunn, Rumba’s conspiracy, shield of deception, calculations in the dark room, strange secrets, secrets of the Blade Guard...

But when all these words came to the lips, there was a pause, and finally turned into an empty sigh.

Tyles' face darkened.

With tension and anxiety, tiredness and sleepiness hit again.

"It's not over yet, right." The prince turned his head with a complicated expression, looked at the little slippery head surrounded by the Blade Guard, and said, "This nightmare."

Putilla looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

Yi sighed silently in her heart.

"It will be over," the deputy envoy said lightly: "Nightmare is also a dream."

At this moment, a young girl in a silver-white robe walked up slowly.

Her expression was solemn and solemn, and she bowed slightly to the stars.

Thyls was startled slightly, he saw the pattern on the girl's robe: a crescent moon.

"The chief priest wants to see him." The girl whispered, her voice hollow, seemingly unfeeling.

Raphael raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

The girl didn't speak, she just cast her gaze quietly between the crowd~IndoMTL.com~ It took three full seconds before Thales realized that she was looking at herself.

"Why?"

Putila frowned: "His Royal Highness..."

"The request of the chief priest," the young girl turned sideways, raised her hand behind her, and made an invitation: "It is the will of God."

Tyers was taken aback.

"Huh?" He asked the people around him unclearly: "What's the purpose?"

Putilei pursed the corners of his lips, and stopped talking, seemingly worried.

But without his explanation, Thales recognized this place.

His eyes have adjusted to the dim light, and he can barely see the walls on both sides-they are full of murals and reliefs.

The direction of the girl's fingers is a huge stone statue surrounded by unextinguishable lights: on the stone statue, a woman with an indifferent expression strokes her left shoulder with her right hand and her left hand against her right hip bone, her chest bowed.

Behind the stone statue is a huge round moon, but arcs are dug out on the surface of the moon, which looks like it is expressing the layers of the moon.

Thyls was stunned.

He recognized the stone statue.

That is...

Thyls knows where he is in the "shelter".

The next second, Thales' gaze was suddenly attracted by a slim figure under the stone statue.

Before the stone statue, there was a masked female figure standing quietly, wearing a silver robe with a crescent moon and a full moon embroidered on the robe.

Like the Goddess of Haoyue, Thales also recognized the woman.

That was the lady Thales had met once in the Hall of Heroes.

The woman who witnessed the duel between King Nunn and Puffett.

The chief priest of the Haoyue Temple-Jewell Holm.

She was looking at Thales quietly with her veil and clear eyes without emotion.

It seems to wait a long time.