Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 38: Listening to politics day

When the first rays of sunlight from the east climbed on the windowsill and spilled into the room, Thales woke up.

Like countless times in the past six years, he took a deep breath, got up from the ground, stretched his sore back, and threw the pillow and quilt back on the bed.

In the courtyard outside the window, the old tree is still thick-Thales learned from the small talk of his servants that this tree may have existed before Exter was founded-several soldiers of the stars beat A yawn, people in the outer Northland are changing shifts.

Still the same: one-third of the Grand Duke’s guards, two-thirds of the court guards.

Keep him tightly guarded.

Tyles sighed after washing himself, lifted his head from the basin, rubbed his face, and reconsidered everything around him.

His gaze flicked across the books on the desk, across the sword and shield on the weapon rack, across everything in the room, exhaled and shook his head in relief.

Tyles tied his boots and belts as usual.

His movements are very slow and thin, as if he is doing the most solemn thing, and even spent more time than usual arranging the collar and tightening the cuffs.

He rearranged some important belongings:

The sharp jc dagger at the back of the waist.

Always in my arms, a black cloth that can cover my breath.

The hapless blood fang bracelet I got from the Queen of Night six years ago.

King Nunn gave him a light map of the palace with terrible secrets hidden.

There is also a page of rough drawing paper that I got from Mindis Hall, but the author has a very unusual origin, with a sketch of a **** it.

Thyls silently folded the drawing paper into the map, rolled it into a scroll, and then wrapped it with the bracelet with a black cloth, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Today is today.

There is a knock on the door.

The prince took a deep breath: "Come in."

The door opened, Putila bit his pipe and walked into the room, smiling authentically: "It's early."

The prince glanced at him, did not speak, just walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside.

"I believe you already know that the last direct earl arrived in Longxiao City last night," Putila snorted, "So, follow..."

Thyls nodded, and there was no nervousness in his tone: "I know, since the vassals of Longxiao City have gathered, the Hearing Political Day will be held today."

Yeah, just today.

He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery in the courtyard, with mixed feelings: "How about the Qiyuan City Mission?"

"No sound and no interest."

"Where is the black sand collar?"

"Nothing happened."

"In the Palace of Heroes?"

"As always."

Thyls nodded.

Before the storm, it was always calm.

Tyles' eyes swept across the courtyard of blood.

He lived in a secluded place for more than two years—from the time when the Grand Duke became an adult, he was driven to this forgotten place.

According to the child of the back kitchen, Joseph said, this was once the recuperating place for a certain Duke of Longxiao City-when that Duke was dying and the medicine stone was ineffective, he decisively gave up his seat to the heir , I walked into this remote courtyard and waited alone on the bed for that day, waiting for the bell from the ferryman in the prison river.

Starting from the great prince who didn't know who it was, the Blood Garden became an ominous place next to the Palace of Valor.

Thyls silently watched the dilapidated scene in the courtyard, but there has never been a moment of intimacy for this place like now.

The prince gave a chuckle.

"What do you think of her?" Thales said suddenly: "Dragon City."

Putilai raised his eyebrows slightly behind him, seeming a little surprised by the prince's question.

"Longxiao City?"

"A city," the thin old man let out a puff of smoke, his tone calm: "No more, no less."

No more and no less?

"She has stood here for thousands of years," Thales looked at the faintly visible city gate and shook his head: "In the past thousand years, countless people have come and gone, life and death."

Kings, princes, soldiers, nobles, civilians...even dragons.

Or Prince.

"But she still stands here, no matter who lives on it, no matter who rules, no matter who is buried here," Thales sighed: "She has witnessed everything for a thousand years ."

Six years ago, the prince of the stars set foot on this land and almost ignited the flames of war between the two countries.

Six years ago, the disaster of blood came fiercely in the dark, destroying the city and killing lives in the terrible sound.

It was also six years ago that the Queen of the Sky descended from the sky and burned up the noise of the night in the deafening roar of the dragon.

It was still six years ago, when the dragon's blood was sprinkled all over the place, the great natural king died violently, and the kingslayer stepped on his bones and put on a blood-stained crown.

But she, Longxiao City is still here, continuing to witness countless history.

As in the past thousand years.

The man behind him didn't reply, just breathed out a perfect smoke ring.

"Two thousand."

Thyls came back to his senses, his face moved slightly: "What?"

Putila snorted slightly, rather casually: "If you go back to Aaronde in the ancient empire, then the history of Dragon City is two thousand years."

Thyls turned around and looked at him for unknown reasons.

"Three thousand years," the man smoking a pipe smiled jokingly: "If you count the ruins of the northern royal city in Zhuwangjili,"

"And if you start counting from the ruins of the age of obscurity, or even the animal hide tents of the orcs," Putila said to a mottled cloud dragon spear symbol on the wall: "It should not be possible for four thousand years. Question...Going forward, I can count you tens of thousands of years."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"But the land of Longxiao City is still here," Putila shook his head, with a hint of disapproval in his words: "And you have to pay for hundreds of thousands and millions of years from ancient times to the present. Ants who only die in the soil under their feet pray once, sighing the history of Longxiao City?"

"Save a little bit, because as far as Longxiao City is concerned, you are not a fart at all."

The prince was speechless for a while.

Thyls turned his gaze and exhaled helplessly.

"Putilai."

The prince shook his head mockingly: "As for the disappointment, you are really no one can match."

Thyls let go of his feelings, turned and walked towards the door.

Putila chuckled, looking at the prince's back, he let out a sigh of relief.

"Forty-three years ago, I came to Longxiao City for the first time."

Thyls had a meal.

Putilai's voice continued, with an inexplicable and long meaning: "It was 635, the death of King Kahn, and the year before King Nunn was crowned."

It's been so long.

Putila stared at the floor under his feet, and unconsciously rubbed the pipe in his hand.

All the past.

He chuckled and shook his head and said: "I was fifteen years old, and as the newly appointed prince's attendant, I was a complete idiot."

Thyls turned around, frowning.

"The attendant?" The prince asked tentatively, "So you were following..."

"Yes."

"The eldest son of the first king, Your Royal Highness, Midiel," Putila didn't even look at him, and snorted softly: "At that time he was smaller than you now, and he was also involved in trouble without luck."

Thyls moved in his heart.

Midil Canxing.

It's that story.

The story that King Nunn told him six years ago after that duel.

The story about the young star who went out to the kingdom of the dragon and faced the king and the prince fearlessly.

The thin man rubbed his old pipe.

"With the mission of Your Majesty Eddie, our young mission stepped into Longxiao City...Excited, excited, curious, nervous, nervous, trembling--all the silly things you can imagine."

"Glover was full of anger, as if he felt that the Northlanders would respect him as long as he did this; the old smoker Alpert could never put down his pipe, and he didn't touch his pipe in those days; Barney is the royal guard He is suspicious, he probably thinks that there may be enemies hidden in the ears of His Royal Highness; Sackel is a rookie of the Guard, and he is the first to expedition with His Highness, trying his best to put on a serious look, even now. Ya looks worse."

Putillah stopped smoking his pipe.

His eyes froze in mid-air, cast into the distance that only existed in memory.

"But the eldest son of the king, the young Midil just smiles."

Thyls didn't speak, he thought about the day when he first arrived in Longxiao City, and then in his heart he described the day when another brilliant star arrived in Longxiao City forty-three years ago.

"He seems to be burying all his emotions in his smile lines, whether sad or painful, whether nervous or nervous."

The room fell silent.

Putila put the pipe in his mouth again, and took a sharp sip.

It's like leaving memories of the past.

"Decades have passed, when I return to Longxiao City," Putila's face was blurred in the smoke, but his voice came dimly, full of Tyre. Feelings that Si can't understand: "I thought I would feel relieved, or sigh, or as an experiencer, smile at this original city?"

"Just like you now, facing this city, it hurts the spring and the autumn."

The smoke cleared, and the thin old man raised his head.

"But no." His tone was cold.

Thyls frowned.

Putila looked straight at him with cold eyes: "Nothing."

Thyls held his breath unconsciously.

"Because the only memory that comes back to my eyes is not the brick and tile, the grass and the trees in Longxiao City."

Putila shook his head, he lifted his steps and walked towards the prince.

Tyles looked at him blankly, not knowing how to reply.

"After many years, I figured it out." Putila stood in front of Thales and looked directly into his eyes: "It is not Longxiao City that really reminds me."

"It's just the smiles of the companions in Longxiao City and His Highness Midil."

It was the old people who were ignorant and acted together that year.

"It is not this land that you can remember," the old man said softly: "It's the people on this land and the stories you and them have experienced together."

Silence.

For a long while, Thales, who had a complicated mind, was able to speak: "What about them?"

Putilai's eyes moved.

"The missions back then," the prince added silently: "Those who experienced the story with you?"

But Putila did not answer.

He walked forward without hesitation, passing Thales's side, and out of the room.

"You should go now."

Tyles raised his head and looked at the window steadily for a while.

"Yes," Thales sighed lightly and straightened his already neat collar: "It's time to go."

The prince turned around and stepped out of the room.

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"Although this is the order of the Grand Duchess, I still recommend that you act in a low-key manner at the hearing," the guardian Lord Justin said coldly on the corridor from the blood courtyard to the Palace of Valor: "With you It’s unwise to look too high-profile in front of the counts of Longxiao City."

"Of course," Thales' expression remained unchanged: "Thank you for your reminder, Lord."

He automatically ignored the guards of Longxiao City around him, and, accompanied by Wiya and Rolf, moved forward with great concentration.

Justin nodded, then returned to his ranks.

Wiya pouted, obviously dissatisfied with the attitude of the former Deputy Commander of the Blade Guard.

The attendant's face was dull, his eyes solemn, and he clearly sensed the stormy atmosphere. Beside him, Rolf's face was still hidden under the silver mask, unable to discern his mood.

"Why didn't you bring Miss Edda?" Wiya said with worry: "On such a big day, your safety..."

"You heard what the Lord said," Thales shook his head and sighed: "In the solemn hall of heroes, she probably can only cause trouble—especially with the Northlanders."

Rolfe turned his head, glanced at Wya contemptuously, and gave him a gesture that Wya couldn't understand.

"But as you said, your Royal Highness, the vassals of Longxiao City are not female princes, and their attitude towards you," Huaiya suppressed his dissatisfaction with his companions, took two steps forward, and whispered:" You know, this is a dispute between the people of the North, and you can stay out of it."

Thyls raised his eyebrows.

"Huaiya, will you miss the past?"

Wiya was stunned for the question asked: "Your Highness?"

Thyls shook his head and chuckled as if he had just reacted: "Sorry... You know, Putila is very sentimental today. It feels like an old man’s exhortation before leaving. Mother-in-law--I was He was affected."

Wiyaa looked at the prince suspiciously, constantly under her feet, and the worry in her eyes became even greater: "Of course I miss the past, Your Highness, but I pay more attention to the future...your future."

Thyls raised his mouth.

Rolf on one side let out a mocking hum, which made Wiya again unhappy.

"Rolf," the prince shifted his target: "Will you miss the past?"

Thyls turned his head and looked at the ghost of the wind, remembering the distant past: "You know, those **** days in the blood bottle gang."

Rolf's eyes were confused.

But a few seconds later, the ghost of the wind quickly raised his head and made a gesture.

[No. 】

"No?" Thales sighed: "At least you were free then."

The eyes on Rolf's mask moved slightly.

Freedom?

Blood Bottle Gang...

Catherine boss...Nekra...

Rolfe clenched his fists and felt a dull pain in his throat and knees in a trance.

He raised his hands again, gestured in sign language, and continued his private conversation with the prince.

Wai Ya, who could see to one side, felt quite uneasy.

[Body, freedom. 】

Rolf's eyes were cold, he patted his heart:

[But, here, no. 】

Thyls sneered.

"So you would rather continue your current life?" The prince shook his head: "This is not a good way to go."

Rolfe gave a heavy "huh" from his mouth, as if to sneer at the employer's words.

The ghost of the wind shrugged and knocked on his knee.

There is a clang of metal under the clothes.

[So I changed my legs. 】

Tyles chuckled, causing the guards on both sides to look back frequently~IndoMTL.com~ Very good," the prince looked happy. "Today you are going to the hall with me, Midila. "

Rolf nodded.

But Wyeah immediately realized that something was wrong:

"Your Highness?"

Thyls looked back at his attendant: "And you stay outside the hall, Huaiya."

Huiya's face changed.

"But..."

Before he finished speaking, Thales turned around and grabbed Wyah's shoulders and pulled him towards him.

"Listen."

"I need you to be outside. I need to do something for me. It may sound absurd." Wiya, who was a head taller than the prince, was pulled closer by Thales, listening to him softly: "Facts I hope I can’t use it..."

"His Royal Highness," Wiya pulled down his face and said anxiously: "If you have a foreboding that something is wrong, please..."

But Thales interrupted him.

"Remember what I said to you the other day," the prince looked as usual, but his eyes were extremely serious: "Huaiya, no matter what happens..."

Huiya was stunned. He looked at Thales, and the scene of their first meeting emerged in his heart.

Prince...

You...

"I know, ‘Don’t panic’," the attendant’s voice was bitter, repeating Thales’ words: "And ‘trust you’."

Tyles nodded and smiled: "Do you believe me?"

Wiya didn't speak, he strained his face, pressed his fist to his heart, and bowed slightly.

Thyls patted him on the shoulder, smiled and nodded.

They continued to walk forward, past the increasing number of court guards and archduke guards, until they stood in front of the familiar hall of heroes.

Listen to politics day.

Thyls chewed the word solemnly and walked into the hall.

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