Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 36: The man who wrote the legend (part one)

Selma frowned, the look of impatience reappeared on her face: "You must have a good reason to return to this topic?"

Thyls coughed unnaturally: "Selma..."

But before he could finish speaking, Ian chuckled lightly. "Le>wen" novel

"No offense, don't take you too importantly, madam," the successor of Qiyuan City raised a finger and shook his head slightly: "You know, not everyone is crying and rushing, fighting hard. I want to marry you."

Selma's face changed.

Ian turned his head abruptly and looked at Thales mysteriously: "Right?"

Thyls became embarrassed, and he coughed unnaturally again: "Selma, he meant..."

"I know what he's talking about," Selma looked at Ian coldly, then turned to Thales, a slight distortion appeared on her white face: "He was right, didn't he? Obviously, I can’t make people who don’t like me become intoxicated for me somehow-I am not the protagonist in the legend."

Oh my god.

Tyles lowered his head stiffly.

Like discovering a new world, he suddenly realized that the food on the table was delicious.

Ian raised the corners of his mouth, looked at her, looked at him again, and smiled slightly: "None of us are the protagonists of the legend."

"Unless we write the legend ourselves."

Thyls retracted his half-stretched hand back to get the food, and Selma let out a sigh, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and looked at the rude visitor.

The Grand Duke raised her brows: "And that is?"

But Ian just didn't smile deeply, and his face was solemn.

"Madam, Your Majesty, we are now facing the same problem," Ian is very serious when he is serious. His facial features that are slightly different from those of the traditional Northlanders make people unable to help but notice: "A few months ago , Our esteemed King, Chaman Rumba, has issued a new noble enfeoffment decree in Heishan."

Selma and Thales finally let go of their embarrassment and listened carefully.

The dining room seemed to become a war room at this moment.

Ian knocked on the desktop like Thales: "Do you know what this means?"

He tilted his head, his expression serious.

The grand prince frowned slightly, then nodded, her tone of voice could not hide her unhappiness: "Yes, I heard that, everyone said that he was following the torture of the imperial era and excluding dissidents, such as regulations A standard for a commoner to become a noble..."

The king's decree.

The standard of nobility.

The prince suddenly remembered some knowledge that shouldn't appear in this world, and also remembered the discussion with Hexer these days, and Putlai's secret points.

Thyls sighed, shook his head, and interrupted Selma: "No, Selma, how the ordinance is just the appearance, and it doesn’t matter whether it’s strict or not. What really matters is the flow of power behind it. ."

Selma looked questioning.

"King Chaman, he has handed down the imperceptible traditional aristocratic rules that have been handed down since the "Co-government Oath", whether obscure or not, written or unwritten, accustomed or unaccustomed, or compromised. Compromise, secret and unsecret, are all written in laws and carved into inscriptions and placed in front of their own city gates."

The prince remembered Rumba's words on the carriage, and remembered the terrible King Chaman holding the chess piece named Exter, and the courage and will of the wise king who played against the sage who was more than a hundred years ago. Sheng sighed: "He tried to superimpose the authority of the king on the autonomy of the nobility, and held the interpretation and implementation of the "Co-government Pledge" in his own hands. He violated those with a long history, even at the beginning of the country. It supports the old nobles and old vassals of the Rumba family ruling the black sand collar-if the decree takes effect from then on, it means that Chaman’s will will override the traditional customs and rules, and the life and power of the vassals will no longer be My own, not even shared by myself and the king, but only the king's."

Selma did not speak.

"In other words," Ian sneered and shook his head, with the corners of his mouth upturned: "He stabbed the big basket."

"Let him face the most difficult situation since he was crowned."

He looked at Thales: "Changes always cost a price. He wants to challenge the natural rights of vassals, but he is also shaking his natural rights and eroding the cornerstone of his rule."

"The old noble vassals in the Black Sands objected in unison: The Earl Mend made a public announcement and fiercely refuted his lord. The Devinson family stated that the king would not withdraw the decree every day, and all the vassals in their county The tax resistance will be extended indefinitely. Count Peruno went to Heisha City to confront the king in a high-profile manner. The Ica family even recalled the 900 soldiers who had been stationed in frontier guards to guard the Dragon Fortress in accordance with their rotating duties-the entire Heisha collar overnight. He became the enemy of King Chaman," Qiyuan City's heir smiled slightly: "This is his miscalculation."

Long staying in the Palace of Valor, although the second prince has heard of Rumba's troubles, this is the first time Thales has heard of Rumba's specific difficulties.

It sounds terrible.

He thought of the king with complicated eyes on the carriage, and his words with emotion:

[All the statutes I tried to implement were very difficult, even in the black sand collar, there was no small resistance... My vassals are boiling with grievances, they are ready to move...]

Thyls' heart moved, and he was about to speak, but was preempted by the grand duke.

"It's strange," Selma frowned. "The Charles told me: Each vassal has its own interests and calculations. It is not easy to show the sword to the lord, and it is difficult to gather a stand. Together, not to mention that it is Rumba who is facing him, and he is still the king of the king-if there is no foreign aid and hole cards, those opponents in the black sand community may not necessarily be so emboldened, organized, and tacit."

Faced with the grand duke’s question, Ian put on a deep expression.

There was silence for a few seconds in the dining room.

"Wait, it's you?" Soon, the grand prince moved slightly and suddenly said: "It is you-the princes who supported their actions against the king behind their backs, and even made a promise?"

Thyls' eyes moved.

Perhaps, as the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, she has not made no progress in six years.

It's just that I haven't noticed in the past.

Ian bowed slightly on the seat, putting on a perfect etiquette—this is really rare among Northerners.

"How can we miss this opportunity?"

Ian straightened up, looked at the frowning Selma, and chuckled: "It's not just us, but the City of Guard and the City of Elk can also help."

Your Excellency nodded contentedly: "In addition to the fact that the Grand Duke of Fengzhao City has not taken the throne for a long time, and the Hustel family of the Sentinel Leader remains neutral as always, the Grand Duke of Glacier Sea also expressed his willingness to join. The Weiland collar and reconstruction tower, also in the south, will receive their reply."

"This is a collective conspiracy. The unique king in the Black Sands is our goal."

Looking at Selma's motionless expression, Thales knew that she remembered the day six years ago.

The black ring.

The crown with blood.

The howling girl.

The inexplicable emotion filled Thales' heart.

In the dining room, Ian looked like a hunter with a bow and arrow in hand, smiling with a ambition: "The arrow has left the string, and the knife has been out of its sheath."

"Rumba’s bargaining chips are disappearing, his vassals are dissatisfied, his people are suspicious, his taxes are decreasing, and his army is loosening... In the famous Lombard family, the leader of the'insurgent king' The legacy of prestige left by the "boiling blood" Holt, one of the nine knights of Suohe, for their descendants is steadily consuming."

The Prince of Stars carefully recalled Rumba's character and methods, suppressed his subconscious disapproval, and listened to Ian silently.

"It won’t be long, maybe half a year or even a few months, the king’s rule will be shaken, the natural authority of the Iron Fist family will dissipate, and his decree will never get out of the castle—he will become a powerless. The mighty lonely king, obediently survives in his castle until the next king election."

Ian took a deep breath, and suddenly the conversation turned.

"However, when everything went according to order and was only one step away from success," he said with regret: "At this time, some small accidents happened."

Selma lowered her head to think: "You mean, the Liberty League broke out in crisis, trying to get rid of Exeter?"

Ian gave an approved smile.

"In this accident, Qiyuancheng happened to be the first to bear the brunt," the grandpa said slowly: "Is this really an accident?"

"Understandable-the summit is about to be up, there must be ups and downs," Ian exhaled and nodded: "The trapped beast is still fighting, even the dying hybrid orc has the power to fight back in the Jedi, not to mention a murdered brother and The king’s usurper?"

Thyls couldn't help frowning when he heard Ian's words.

In the past few minutes, Thales did not interrupt. He silently watched the conversation between Selma and Ian, but suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

The little slippery head who was hiding behind her and wiping tears, Selma, who has been sitting tremblingly in the seat of the Grand Duke all these years...

When did it become an existence that could play against opponents at the negotiating table and conspire with allies?

Sentiment, comfort, loss, and sorrow, complex thoughts composed of countless emotions flooded my heart.

Why hasn't he found out in the past six years? Why is it now? He is about to...

But Thales clenched his fists immediately.

No.

This is not enough.

Her opponent...

Her allies...

This is not enough.

"Because of the great princes headed by Qiyuan City, with their external support and guarantee, the old nobles in the Black Sands can rebel against the king without hesitation," Ian sighed: "But We can’t turn a blind eye to the Freedom League—to be honest, as far as I’ve received recently, the league’s situation is irreversible, and a peaceful settlement is impossible."

"But if the army of Qiyuan City is busy marching, the Ronnie family's hands are tied to the wooden stake called the ‘Freedom League’..."

He spread his hands and shrugged.

"For the opponents of the king, Qiyuan City’s promise is not so reliable." Thales recovered from his own thinking and silently took the conversation: "At the same time, the king Can more easily suppress the helpless opponents, survive the crisis, and even further consolidate his authority and reshape his black sand collar."

Slap!

Ian clapped his palms gently.

"If Rumba has survived this storm... believe me, it would be more than just a hunting failure for us," Ian put on his most sincere expression, turning the previous light Picking and deliberately swept away, and said slowly: "That's what we don't want to see."

As for what "we don't want to see", he didn't say it.

Thelma paused and said in a puzzled way: "So, the position of Longxiao City in this storm is so important?"

"Yes," Ian looked at the Grand Duke, his eyes affirmative: "Dragon City is the closest to us in the nine territories, and it is also the only one with surplus troops, financial resources, and an irrefutable name that can send troops. Join us on an expedition to the archduke forces of the Freedom League."

"The closest? The only one?"

"I can understand the map," the female grandfather showed a disapproving expression: "Do you consider Grand Duke Lecco who guarded the city as a dead person?"

"Huh, that old bald man who is wise to protect himself?" Ian sneered: "He is not so different from the dead."

Selma raised her eyebrows lightly.

"Selma," Thales sorted out his thoughts and said, "Qiyuan City and Black Sands, Duke Ronnie and King Chaman are in a crisis called'Liberty Alliance Crisis' or'King's Decree Crisis' On both ends of the balance."

"You are the Supreme Lord of Longxiao City. Your decision, your army, and your vassals will be the biggest bargaining chips in this chess game."

The prince looked at Ian cautiously and said: "Dragon City promised to send troops to the west to help the Ronnie family conquer the Freedom League. Then Ian and the others will have a much greater chance of defeating the king; if you just sit on the sidelines and don’t move, The pressure on King Chaman will be greatly reduced."

Selma meditated quietly.

"But," Thales took a deep breath: "Once you send troops, your vassals..."

Selma raised her head, the coldness in her eyes made them both startled.

"My marriage." The grandpa said flatly: "I understand."

Ian and Thales looked at each other and nodded.

"Rumba must have done something, so your vassals will show their coveting for power and disrespect for the grand duchess at this moment."

"Once you decide to send troops, they will use this as a threat to force you to marry," Thales's face became more and more serious, "and you are forced by the honor of the family, and you are in a dilemma. We must agree to their request to marry, but after marrying, Longxiao City will fall into the vortex of power imbalance, who knows what trouble will be waiting for you."

"The drama of the lord and the vassals threatening each other," Ian snorted coldly: "To be honest, this is nothing new in Qiyuan City."

"At the same time, King Chaman will use various means to eliminate and solve his opponents in his territory," Thales sighed: "One by one, day after day, Until no one dares to oppose him, oppose the king's decree."

"This is what Rumba thinks."

"It's also the meaning of my coming here." The heir of Qiyuan City sat upright, waiting solemnly: "Madam, whether it is going to the Longxiao City to save the reputation of the Dragon Spear family, or to Qiyuan City Reach out to help defeat the king’s apostasy. It is reasonable and reasonable. This is a war you have to fight."

Ian's eyes are scorching, making it hard to believe that he was the maverick and frowning prince a few hours ago.

"In this game, we stand on the same side and face the same opponent."

Selma is silent~IndoMTL.com~ But the solemnity in her eyes is unprecedented.

She cast a glance at Thales, and the second prince returned an encouraging look.

"But we have also seen that Rumba used your vassals to stumble into Longxiao City--the envoy of the black sand collar didn't come to visit Longxiao City because he was bored," Ian said seriously: "Following Qiyuan City, the hands of the Dragon Spear Family were also tied."

"So, Qiyuan City is not just for help-it is unrealistic to ask for help from someone whose hands are tied."

"So," Selma took a deep breath: "You mean..."

Ian nodded heavily.

"We are here to help-if Qiyuan City and Longxiao City are two people with their hands tied at the same time, then what we will do next," he said with a hand knife: "I will help you first Untie the restraints, and then you help me cut the rope."

The Viscount Fengcheng and the two looked at each other: "Then stand up together and go and beat the person who is binding us."