Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 38: The **** scene

The sun is setting.

Although the banquet has not yet begun, the early arrival of the two dukes makes the atmosphere in the banquet hall lively.

Outside the hall, the logistics officer Shi Tuo and the head of the Min Disi hall counted the carriages and gifts against the list, arguing back and forth with the coachmen and waiters with various accents.

In the hall, the attendants who came with the guests kept coming and going, arguing with the servants in the hall from time to time because of the host’s needs and their requirements.

Gilbert had to arrange for clowns, dancers and bards to enter in advance, play music, and serve drinks and food in return (distract) the enthusiasm (attention) of the guests. It is said that there are still many unanswered People who were invited but unable to enter also hurried to the scene, wanting to try their luck on this special day.

Malós is skilled and professional in coordination, arranging seats, managing servants, discussing on-site matters with the general manager sent by the Fuxing Palace, and dealing with unexpected accidents (such as a lower-level nobleman who brought six not on the list The daughter came over, and for example, Jorge who splashed saliva and excitedly said to everyone "Do you know the famous Polaris?" Jorge re-arranged from foreign guest seats to veterans' seats).

Thyls can only complain secretly. Although he is the nominal host of the Mindith Hall, he should sit in the main seat of the hall and wait for all the guests. However, as a king, he must also attend today's banquet. The prince was sitting peacefully, but it was not long before Thales returned to China with a special status, and he urgently needed to establish a good first impression.

So after the seven star servants and the two dukes, Thales had to continue to drag a large group of waiters and guards, according to Mallos’s arrangement and Gilbert’s instructions ("Your Highness, come here, Your Highness, go there, where is the Highness......"-Thales’ private complaint), going back and forth in Mindis Hall, welcoming designated important guests, comforting guests who are dissatisfied with their seats, and facing the road (whether sincere or No) The greetings are reported with (definitely hypocritical) smiles and gifts to show the royal demeanor and show the "hospitality, cordiality and decentness" of the new Duke of Xinghu.

"Your Majesty, your complexion is so good and you look healthy."

Duke Bob Cullen of the East China Sea greeted Thales with his white hair and a big belly, supported by the two waiters.

Tyles coughed:

"Welcome to you, Prime Minister, I am very happy to see you also healthy."

Duke Cullen lived in Wing Star City for three seasons throughout the year to recuperate, but when I saw him today, he was still rich and naive, and he was still the good old man in his impression of the kingdom tumbler.

No, not at all.

Thyls glanced down.

At least, his stomach is bulging.

"Isn't that, my illness will get better as soon as I learn that you have escaped from the den of the barbarians in the north."

The guardian of the East China Sea looked at the portrait of the three kings of the stars, smiling authentically:

"God bless the stars, I want to die this mansion--when it was still open, I used to visit, but I didn't know how to cherish it. On the contrary, now that I am old, I don't have much opportunity, so I miss the old. "

Tyles smiled, pretending that he didn't understand the duke's implication, stretched out his hand, and asked to accompany him to the banquet hall with courtesy.

"You will love my gift. I have brought you a lot of special pearls from the shore of Huigang, as well as the spice tea cloths from the east land. All kinds of good things are definitely better than those from the South Bank. , You know, if you go east, ocean currents and trade winds are on our side..."

Compared with Jayne's insincerity and Gust's stern words, Duke Cullen's chatter is probably unique in the kingdom, but it is all correct and good-natured nonsense. You have nothing to refute and interrupt.

In the past, Thales may be regarded as a routine official business, gifting things.

But now...

Thyls sighed and had to forcefully insert the fat duke's kind and gentle self-talk.

"Just now, Jorge from Elk City became an official and wanted to introduce his three daughters to me."

Duke Cullen's footsteps paused slightly, and the sun sword shield family crest on his body trembled slightly.

"Daughter?"

He held the string of inlaid jewels around his waist, but was overwhelmed, seeing the expensive belt that was about to be cut off by his stomach.

"Three?"

Duke Cullen paused, looked at Thales from head to toe, and sighed deeply:

"It's so nice to be young..."

Thyls smiled awkwardly.

But the old duke continues, his tone is full of nostalgia:

"Think about how I had three a night..."

"The old bustard of the prostitute--cough cough, I mean, the hostess of the Laiya club wanted to add one more for the identity and tip, but I strictly refused. After all, the setting sun teaches us. For aristocrats, we must lead by example, clean ourselves, self-denial and self-denial..."

The old fat man's ability to interrupt the crooked building is probably also a star.

"Of course, speaking of this, he is still not as good as your father. It is said that he used to fight thirty nights on Red Square Street..."

Tyles' face darkened as he heard it.

He interrupted quickly:

"No, Elk City does not mean that, let alone three at a time, but once..."

The Duke of East China Sea still looked at him with a smile.

The prince sighed and gave up the darker and darker effort:

"With regard to this news, about the proposal of marriage in Elk City, you have nothing else to say?"

Cullen froze for a moment, as if thinking seriously.

A second later, he suddenly realized.

"Oh!"

"I'm so sorry, my daughters married and had children a long time ago, and some became grandma."

The Prime Minister is full of pity:

"As for the granddaughter, well, when I go back and count... well, I have to take some time to make a portrait, preferably a full-length portrait. I will give you a list later... no matter which one you like, or which Several..."

Tyles closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, the prince unceremoniously interrupted Lord Duke:

"The coastline of Exeter is actually not short, and the maritime territory borders us."

"This includes Elk City."

The Duke of Cullen stopped moving forward.

He patted the attendant on the shoulder, who bowed back expertly.

Thyls felt relieved.

There is a play.

"Whether the tower is rebuilt or the glacial sea, the former is confined to the mountains of sighs, and the latter suffers from the freezing of the coast, and there is no good harbor."

"Only the Gadero family in Elk City, they hold the only Elk Double Harbor in their hands, which connects inland traffic and has hinterland towns, enough to support the voyage fleet..."

Thyls slowly stated his point:

"Qualified and capable, set sail to end the sea, and our stars..."

Thyls's eyes turned, and his speech suddenly changed:

"To be precise, it is to share the huge profits of the Eastern route with your seven ports in the East China Sea."

The Duke of East China Sea straightened up steadily with a nice smile:

"You did well in your geography class?"

The Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath:

"For a century, due to the unprecedented strength of Longxiao City, Elk City has been subject to control everywhere: they both yearn for the support of the Palace of Valor, but are also afraid of the king's majesty. They have always kept a low profile in Exeter, keeping a low profile."

Cullen shook his head:

"Growing up in the Northland, is it beneficial?"

Thyls frowned.

Playing dumb.

But he had no choice.

He must make the most of today's meeting.

The prince chose to go straight ahead:

"Today, however, Grand Duke Gadro took the initiative to send someone to visit Everstar City to attend my banquet."

Cullen laughed:

"Come to propose a marriage proposal to you to show friendship?"

Thyls shook his head.

"They come here, including the child-like proposal of marriage, most of them make foot gestures to find out the direction of the wind."

Duke Xinghu's eyes flashed:

"To be sold."

The Duke of East China Sea paused for a few seconds.

When the owner of the Sun Sword and Shield spoke again, the turbidity and slickness had been lost in his tone, replaced by vigilance and shrewdness.

"Sell for the price... whose price is for?"

Tyles took a deep breath and chose the most appropriate wording:

"My lord, you have ruled the East China Sea and operated the Glory Bay for nearly half a century."

"I believe you know the answer better than anyone."

"I believe that you know better than anyone what the actions of Elk City mean today and what are the benefits."

The Duke of Star Lake looked straight at Cullen.

The fat old prince was silent, his astute eyes were unclear.

For a long while, he slowly spoke:

"When King Nunn passed away, I never saw them so anxious..."

However, the next moment, Duke Cullen narrowed his eyes and looked cunningly:

"So, Longxiao City, which has been supplying resellers for their transportation, and backing up their sea raids..."

"What's wrong?"

Thyls sighed in his heart.

Damn old fox.

Thyls had to show him the answer blankly:

"The League of Liberty won."

"Rumba...may also win."

The Duke of Cullen had a big belly and made an "Aha" look.

Thyls observes the other's expression and tells what he has gained:

"Without the strong support of the Palace of Valor, Elk City has returned to the Yankee prototype: there is no way for merchandise, and there is no way to rob."

"More importantly: there is no king behind them, no bottom in their hearts."

"The land road is blocked, the sea sail will sink."

Cullen frowned deeply.

Before the death of King Nunn, Longxiao City used generous and tight wrists, sometimes generous, sometimes strict, allowing the benefits to accumulate prestige, and restricting Liga prestige, and to clean up the self-righteous Elk City, which was leaning on the sea frontier passageway , I dare not make trouble.

The latter's rule of the Walton family is also full of ambivalence: both are greedy for the strong support of the King's Central Committee, but also worry about the independent status of the Northland.

("Hmph, thinking about begging with a shy face, but also disdain to reach out and hand over the bowl, how can there be such a good thing in the world! That goatee is not emboldened or reconciled, so he is only worthy to dig in the letter'Long Xiao The words "City King" are used to ridicule, and your grandfather just laughed when he saw it, and then opened up more supplies and reselling more goods for the guilty Elk City."-Resban Regency When the Grand Duke talked about the history of the Northland, she blurted out)

But now, with their strong support behind them, not only are there no kings for a long time, they are even faltering.

Thyls is decisive:

"The business of Elk City at sea will definitely be affected."

Duke Cullen did not speak.

But Thales took a step closer, smelling the exotic spices full of the duke:

"So, you don't have to be merciful, when Grand Duke Gadro is overwhelmed by domestic politics and hesitates..."

Tyles' heart sank, silently thinking about his intentions.

When they hesitated about whether they should abandon Longxiao City and switch to King Chaman...

When they wait for the stars to respond and express their views, when the black sand collar bids to win...

The second prince is decisive and authentic:

"Proactively attack, preemptively, and use our lost maritime interests due to the invincibility of our country since our **** years, and the profit of the trade route that was divided by the Northlander fleet..."

"All...take it back."

The Duke of Cullen blinked his small eyes, his face was ignorant and kind.

"Prove to the group of Yankees with holes in their foreheads and the group of Yankees who think they can row and oar and can sail: Who should be the boss of the end of the sea."

Tyles' eyes are firm.

He doesn't know how effective today's words are.

But if you wait and see the East China Sea Territory, even if there is a profit-seeking attitude, the Elk City will quickly understand:

The distant water does not quench the near thirst, and the future is not as good as the present.

Even though the dragon spear is worn out, the heroic spirit is dim...

But the help and support that King Nuen and Longxiao City can give them, no matter how many King Chaman and Black Sand collars...

Can't change it back.

"I believe this is in the interest of the East China Sea Territory."

Thinking of this, Thales solemnly looked at the Duke of East China Sea and returned his greetings:

"The opportunity is here, God bless the stars."

The voice fell.

The Duke of East China Sea looked at Duke Xinghu dumbfoundedly.

Slightly surprised.

It's like getting to know Thales for the first time.

After a long while, the old duke pressed his waist quietly:

"Tsk, take advantage of his illness and kill him..."

"You really hate the northerners, right?"

Hate the Northlanders.

Thyls stopped slightly.

He slowed down.

Thyls remembered his former face: First, King Nunn, who led him with a big laugh, and then King Chaman, who raised a glass to him coldly.

Each are pregnant with ghosts, and prominent figures in the Palace of Heroes.

And the one who beat him severely in limbs, died several times, and even left him with permanent disability-the meteorite.

Thinking of this, Thales turned his somewhat blocked left wrist.

Fortunately, he uses his right hand to eat.

"Hmph, you know, these six years..."

Thyls, who is unhappy, grinds his teeth subconsciously:

"I hate those guys...the northern guys who like to bully children."

The Duke of East China Sea was silent for a while.

For some reason, Cullen looked at him with a strange expression.

The Duke also glanced at Thales' **** subconsciously.

After Thales frowned and found out, Cullen coughed awkwardly and looked back:

"Understandable, but..."

"Maybe, you should tell your majesty about this?"

"After all, the East China Sea Territory is the throat of the stars and concerns the entire kingdom."

Thyls was in a heavy mood.

He took a deep breath and chuckled softly:

"Yes, I should."

Thyls looked at the innocent Duke of East China Sea:

"But I'm just his son."

He said seriously:

"And you are his prime minister."

"Jianhuigang City Lord, and the lord of the entire East China Sea Territory."

Duke Cullen was silent for a long time before replying.

This time, he is no longer the gag, his attitude is none of his own:

"Thank you for your reminder, I will pay attention."

But the Duke of Donghai looked around:

"But why? Why do you say this?"

For...

Serve the kingdom?

Thyls put away the crappy reason and sighed inwardly.

"In return."

Thyls' eyes flashed past the slender figure who stood up when the crowd was raging and desperately protected the star prince.

He pulled his thoughts back to the present, and smiled leisurely at the Duke of East China Sea:

"Thanks to your awakening at the National Conference, and resolutely voted for me, we have today."

"This is my reward."

Duke Cullen pursed his lips.

Wake up, what this said...

"Be careful, my lord."

He still looked at Thales with a smile, and patted the latter on the shoulder, just like looking at his beloved nephew, intentionally or unconsciously:

"Mindisi Hall is not like Fuxing Palace, the carpet here is very new, every step you take..."

"It’s all very slippery."

Thyls was silent for a while.

He thought of the little slippery head whose whereabouts were unknown and life or death unknown.

But the next moment, what appeared in front of him was Mrs. Eleanor who led the stupid son, with a strange look, still stubbornly walking into the Mindis Hall.

Little iron thorn.

"But this is our family tradition, isn't it?"

Thyls came back to his senses and said softly:

"Don't say the carpet just slipped..."

He raised his eyes.

"Even if there are thousands of iron thorns hidden under it..."

Thyls smiled:

"I have to keep my look..."

"Stay calmly."

As soon as these words came out, the Duke of the East China Sea shined.

Duke Cullen laughed and raised his hand to let the attendant come forward, but waved his hand to refuse Thales's company.

"As for their proposal, Your Highness, remember, even in the north..."

The Duke of Cullen walked away without paying attention:

"Female **** still hurts."

Listening to what the other party pointed out, Thales sank.

Little slippery head.

He stared at the distant back of Duke Cullen, silently.

Now...

What I can do for you...

There are only so many.

"Wow, so that man from the north said he wanted to introduce the grandduke's daughter to you, is it serious?"

Doyle leaned forward and put a cloak on Thales.

Tyles pulled on his cloak, absent-mindedly, huh.

D.D curled his lips:

"Your Highness, you know, there is a saying in the Seven Attorneys of the Star: Never marry a woman from the North."

Thyls walked back slowly, wondering:

"What's wrong?"

Doyle shrugged:

"It is said that this is how the Barney family of the'Wild Horses' fell: Back then, the young lady Xiao Tie Xi stubbornly wanted to marry a Northland woman. Xiao Tie Xi resolutely opposed it but it was useless. Finally, they leather him He left the family tree and drove out of the house, but the curse brought by this woman still affected the family-look at Barney's present."

Stubbornly want to marry a Northland woman...

I'm tired of the family...

Look at Barney's now...

Tyles was heartbroken, unhappy and honest:

"Why don't you look at yourself?"

Perhaps the prince’s tone was too harsh, and Doyle was taken aback.

Glover stepped forward calmly, and squeezed Doyle behind him, who wanted to take a joke to the prince to relieve his boredom.

Is it impossible...

Doyle walked behind depressed.

His Royal Highness has been in Northland for six years, and he really fell in love with something...

Northland woman?

My God, what about the task that the old man gave?

You know, as the old man who is a miser, he promised him a lot of pocket money this time!

At this moment, there was a low commotion outside the hall, which attracted everyone's attention.

Tyles glanced around, shocked.

A lonely man with no loyal attendants to follow, only accompanied by vigilant guards, walked slowly into the hall door.

Although he is dressed in a Chinese suit, he is very powerful.

But she was alone, and her mood was deep.

Along with that man, there is a metal rustling.

It's out of place in the elegant Mindith Hall, and it's very harsh.

There was a lot of discussion among the unknown people. The nobles who knew something about it were silent, but they all subconsciously made way for new guests.

Mallos received the reward, and hurried from the inner hall to see this special guest.

The watchman frowned and looked at the slowly approaching guest, focusing his eyes on the opponent's hand.

There, locked a pair of deep tones, with mopping chains...

Shackles.

The guest raised his head, revealing a thin and vicissitudes of face, and a beard dragged to his chest.

He stared madly at the brightly lit Mindis Hall.

Malles stepped forward quickly and motioned to the guards to quickly lead him into the door to avoid countless curious gazes, while holding down the penalty officer, Gray Patterson, who led the guests in.

"Grey, how is this..."

"He refused." Patterson hurriedly answered, also annoyed and helpless:

"It's useless to say or to say, he insisted on attending the dinner in shackles."

The penalty officer said harshly:

"And that beard is also..."

Malles looked at the unconscious guest and looked at the headache-inducing shackles with a solemn expression:

"You won't be tougher?"

Patterson shook his head embarrassedly:

"Your Majesty explained that he is going to attend the banquet and there must be no injuries on his face."

"It's difficult."

Malles hummed uncomfortably:

"Find a piece of cloth to cover him, and lead him directly to the seat..."

"As soon as the time is up, I will send him back."

Patterson nodded as he should, and turned to look at the new guest, with a business-like attitude:

"Master Val, welcome to Mindis Hall, please follow me..."

But the silent new guest is now speaking:

"While your family is still thriving, Tormund Mallos..."

Malós's expression moved and turned to face the guests.

The guest's voice is clearly majestic and deep, but the tone is like a stubborn horse for many years, listening to the old, lifeless:

"Your father, once asked to marry the daughter of the Arund family for you."

Malles frowned slightly.

"He probably thought that Nolan Nur would eventually inherit the family business, and my brother had a personal relationship with the two princes. No matter who is the king, the Duke of the North will be very popular. As for you, you have the most duke The in-laws’ support is naturally higher in the Seven Stars."

As soon as this statement came out, the guards in charge of guarding the guests froze. They looked tentatively at the chief.

Malós only had a brief pause, then put on a smile, and politely looked at the strange guest.

The guest smiled sadly, raised his hands, and drove the metal shackles and chains to ring again, mixed in the faint joyful music in his ears, like a cold color poured into a spring scene painting.

"Now... look at us."

"The family has become a prisoner in shackles," the man slowly raised his head, looked at Mallos, and then at Mindis Hall. The opening of his lips made the gray beard tremble:

"The family has become a guard watching the shackles."

Look at the guards of the chains...

Malós' eyebrows tightened, forcing himself not to pay attention to the other side's overtones:

"Lord Duke, we have arranged a table for you in the banquet hall..."

But the guest’s words have been overstocked for many years, and it seems that they can always interrupt him just right:

"You know, many years ago."

The man in Chinese clothes looked at the layout and furnishings of Min Disi Hall in a daze:

"My brother is the same as you. As the glorious royal guard, he once stood here, doing his duty and guarding this virtuous mansion."

"And I passed the garden countless times, watching the crazy girl running towards me."

The vicissitudes of man put down the chains, his eyes were confused:

"Now, Mindis Hall is reopening."

"My brother, but he is no longer there."

Malles did not speak.

The man snorted and looked up at the statue of the Three Kings of the Stars, his eyes gradually becoming more colorful.

The **** king, the wife king, the bad debt king--the man thought so, and he cocked his mouth unconsciously.

But after a few seconds, the man's eyes turned cold.

"And he is not the only brother I have lost."

He looked at the Three Kings of the Stars, disdainfully said:

"No."

Malles was silent for a while, finally exhaling and looking at his subordinates.

"Go through the side door, and "please" Lord Duke into the banquet hall. Remember to keep a low profile, and of course, be "you're welcome."

He has a cold tone and stern eyes.

The penalty officer Patterson realized what the chief meant, and he waved his hand when he was fed up with anger along the way. When the two of the guards looked cold, they stepped forward to clamp the man.

But the man turned around abruptly, angrily!

"I am the descendant of Arund, the master of the cold fort, the guardian duke of the northern kingdom of the stars!"

"And I saw the old fat man's carriage, he got in from here! Upright!"

The majesty he exuded at that moment made people around him frown.

Aaronde looked at Mallos coldly:

"If your master wants to prove to the kingdom that I am still breathing, and that he has not rushed to kill, then at least, he should respect the status of the duke."

Malles looked cold.

Just now.

"Malles!"

With a young but gentle voice, Thales came from the other side door and nodded to the watchman:

"I'll be fine."

"You all go down."

Patterson looked at Mallos warily.

Malleston took a look, looked at Glover and Doyle behind Thales, and then nodded to Patterson.

"As you wish, Lord Duke." The penalty officer bowed to Thales, and took the guard back to the side.

Tyles exhaled and walked towards the new guest.

"Long time no see, Lord Val."

From the time Thales appeared, the eyes of the guests were fixed on the young master of Mindis Hall.

He looked at the figure of the Duke of Xinghu obsessively, first surprised, then relieved.

"So you are back."

Val Allende-the conspiracy was revealed six years ago, and the Duke of the North, who was in prison, looked at the second prince with complicated eyes:

"How about Exter?"

How about?

The prince looked at each other and sighed slowly:

"The wind and frost are so fierce, it is hard to shake its strength."

And Thales was also looking at Val closely. He couldn't help noticing that Val's once majestic figure was much thinner, with beard and cheek.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered what Josh, who belonged to the Sword of Disaster, said when he was still in the prison of bones:

[This is the effect of imprisonment on a person...no matter who you are, no matter how powerful you are. 】

[They will always be lost in the lonely void, and never come back. 】

Tyles' eyes focused in front of him.

Before, that impassioned, heroic and magnificent Duke of the North...

Not anymore.

Val pondered for a few seconds.

"Rumba, how is he?"

Rumba.

Tyles' heart sank.

In those days, what kind of mood did Vaal have when he met and cooperated with Charman Rumba, who was only the Grand Duke of Black Sands?

Six years later, the situation of the two is quite different. I wonder what he thinks?

"Wind and frost is cool," the prince said softly, answering exactly one word:

"It's hard to shake its strength."

After a strange question and answer, Val was silent.

But then he chuckled softly, moved forward, and walked towards the banquet hall in a familiar way.

Like a wanderer going home.

Patterson and the guards attached to the penalty wing immediately followed.

But Val walked to Thales's side, but stopped.

Glover and Doyle move forward nervously, trying to separate the duke from the prince, but they are held by Mallos again.

"Thank you."

Thyls was slightly surprised.

The skinny Duke of the North didn't even look at Thales, but whispered:

"Someone told me."

"Six years ago, you did everything for my daughter on the territory of Exeter."

On the territory of the Exeters...

Miranda?

Thyls thought of the Night of Dragon Blood and the cold female swordsman, feeling in his heart.

The jailed Duke turned his head blankly:

"Just, please do me a favor."

I saw Val's face dull:

"Don't marry her."

Talston was stunned.

"If you have to marry."

Val snorted, like a desperate gambler who has seen everything after losing all his chips:

"Don't leave seeds in her belly."

Tyles flushed and adjusted his expression immediately.

"Mila, she was unfortunate in her early years."

I saw Val looking at the ceiling, desolately:

"I have seen enough blood."

Thyls looked terrified when he heard this.

One second later, looking at the vicissitudes of life and loneliness in front of him, like the old Duke of the North, Thales sighed in his heart:

"I promise you."

Val smiled, he lowered his head, his wrinkled face arched:

"Thank you."

"You are different from him."

"You haven't... become him."

Different from him.

At that moment, Thales suddenly realized something.

He remembered that before the Sabre camp was separated, the former watchman of the royal guard and the penalty knight, Thaker had said similar things to him.

This made Thales, who had been greeted with a smile all night, realized that this vicissitudes and thin man who didn’t care about everything might be the only one who would tell him the truth in this night of laughter and laughter. People.

"Maybe."

Tyles replied with a strong smile, hoping that his words would give some comfort to the hopeless counterpart in life.

But Val shook his head, smiling desperately and ironically:

"Just like back then, he also thought that he was different from the master here."

Thyls' complexion moved:

"What do you mean?"

Val didn't answer him, just turned his head.

He looked at the noise and excitement outside the hall, watching the people coming and going, the crowded, prosperous Mindisi Hall:

"Did you see it?"

The Duke of the Northern Territory looked at the glorious scenery in front of him, listening to the magnificence, under the bright and dazzling indelible light above his head, as if he saw another scene, he smiled for a long time:

"This scene..."

"The splendor of hell."

Hell?

Thyls frowned.

Val looked around, his face looked like crazy:

"Some people have false feelings and whitewash peace; some hypnotize themselves, deceive themselves and deceive others; some hide their feelings and force themselves to endure; some see through the world and watch with cold eyes."

"Under the dark night lights, everyone pretended to be happy and happy."

His sneer gradually increased, with a chilling connotation:

"I don't know everyone is already in the urn."

"Fuel cooking oil."

Marillos coughed uncritically.

Tyles' complexion cooled.

Recalling the experience after returning to the stars, his heart is inexplicably heavy.

He knew that his conversation with the Duke of the North was about to end.

Thyls knows, he knows what the Duke intends to say.

Like so many others.

And he will not waver easily.

But...

Thyls gritted his teeth lightly.

Val lowered his head and sneered.

"Boy, you are very similar to me back then."

Thyls's heart moved:

"Like? For example?"

"For example..." Val took his words, his eyes blurred:

"For example, it seems that you have a deep relationship, have the same interests, and share the honor and disgrace. The time is right."

"In this life, it is impossible to be an enemy."

The time is right.

Thyls couldn't help but think of what Viscount Patterson said to him before.

【The Kingdom is young, right now. 】

"But only you know..."

Val's words became deeper.

Like a traveler looking for a way in the fog, without a future, empty and empty:

"In front of you is the cliff Qianren."

"Behind you is the abyss."

At this moment, there was a lot of noise and commotion outside the hall again.

Everyone in the hall moved. As expected, they knew they wanted to prepare for the next important person.

However, this time, the sound of uniform footsteps, stern shouts, and mixed excitement all came at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish...

Malles was puzzled, then his face changed.

Until a majestic and imposing order, with a meaning that cannot be violated, it is like an oracle from the sky, coming from a distance, penetrating the wall:

"With the Supreme King of the Kingdom of Stars, Kessel Canxing——"

Thyls was out of thought.

All the people present changed their colors.

There was a lot of muffled noise outside the hall.

"And the Supreme Queen, the name of Keya·Chanxing——"

The voice of the messenger spread throughout the hall.

Whether it is the joyous music in the banquet hall, the fierce debate among the waiters in the hallway, or even the long-running horses humming from time to time in the distance, they all muffled at this moment.

Wan Lai was silent, except for the flashing lights.

"Subjects..."

The power of breathing, at this moment, is all transferred to that majestic voice:

"To your King and Queen--"

"Salute!"

The messenger's voice fell completely.

But it reverberates endlessly.

Can't disperse.

In the next moment, Mallos, Patterson, Glover, Doyle...

Whether it is the royal guard or the attendant servants, whether noble bureaucrats or ordinary civilians, all the people present subconsciously adjust their posture and hold their breath.

Everyone stepped aside, cleared the way, and turned dignified and respectfully to look out of the hall.

They knelt down on one knee.

Press your hands on your chest.

Head down.

As if it was born with instinct.

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Only Thales, he stood dumbly under the unextinguishable lamp, staring at the deep darkness outside the hall under the gaze of the three kings of stars.

"And you have nowhere to go."

Unconsciously, Duke Val’s cold voice and the sound of shackles came from behind him at the same time, digging into his heart:

"Only a surprise."

"Try hard."

The command of the herald and the voice of the Duke of the North lingered at the same time, intertwined.

Thyls, who was troubled, took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, he took a difficult step back.

Kneel to the ground.