Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 39: Never bow your knees

When the king stepped into Mindis Hall, Thales was breathing hard.

His knees are resting on the carpet in Mindis Hall, feeling the chill.

Many footsteps came from the front, one steadily took the lead, and the rest rustled.

Thyls heard his breathing clearly, and for the first time found them so harsh.

"Get up, everyone." The familiar voice came, thick as ever.

"This is a banquet, not an imperial meeting—the old men are annoying enough."

No one dared to answer.

For a moment, the Duke of Xinghu seemed to have returned to the time when he first arrived in Mindisi Hall six years ago.

At that time, King Kessel met him for the first time, and the solemn atmosphere seemed to crack the floor tiles, forcing the little beggar to feel uncomfortable and speechless.

Tyles stared at the pattern of the carpet-there should be no iron thorns underneath it-the Duke bitterly discovered that after six years of experience and polishing, when the same scene reappeared, he experienced the heavy feeling Not only has it not reduced at all, it has gone too far.

King Nunn, King Chaman, all the enemies who made him jealous, no one can give him such a feeling.

Why?

Why is this happening.

Thyls still lowered his head.

Whether it is a guest or an attendant, a guard or a servant, people salute in low voices, and they hear no end.

But it didn't let Thales' nerves relax.

Finally, those quaint but expensive boots stopped in front of him.

The base of the rod of the star sticks on the carpet, like roots standing on the ground.

About a century later, a palm appeared in front of Thales.

On top of that, the bronze ring that marked the kingship shone slightly.

Tyles shook his mind for a moment, as if seeing the meeting of the country back then, when the iron-fisted king stepped into the Hall of Stars, the vassals of the kingdom bowed and kissed the ring on his hand to show loyalty.

The Duke of Xinghu took a deep breath, took off his gloves and held the palm of his hand, ready to kiss the king's ring according to etiquette.

But to Thales’s surprise, the king shook his hand in the next moment and stopped him.

Thyls looked up in surprise, but only saw a pair of deep blue eyes, staring at him coldly.

"When you are in the north," King Kessel spoke slowly, with an ordinary tone, but the content was as heavy as a millionaire: "When facing King Nunn, facing the new king, facing the entire Exeter... "

"Have you bowed your knees?"

Thyls was shocked.

He stared at the bottomless blue eyes for a second, feeling the firmness and weight hidden inside, and swallowed his throat:

"No."

The teenager had a little difficulty adding a title:

"Your Majesty."

The next second, Thales only felt a heavy hand, and the whole person was involuntarily pulled from the ground!

"Then don't have bad habits."

Kessel said coldly, the majestic air seemed to be frozen into ice water and flowed down the wall.

Thyls didn't even have time to react and think.

"As a shining star," the king looked at his heir blankly: "Even if his legs are useless."

"Never bow your knees."

The surrounding crowd made a fleeting discussion, and then fell silent.

"Especially in..."

The iron-fisted king slowly let go. He looked at the statue of the three kings on the spiral ladder, paused for a second, and then looked at the overhead chandelier and the decoration in the hall. No one knows his emotions:

"Here."

Thyles was a little surprised when he got used to the low air pressure that often accompanies him.

He didn't let me kneel or kiss my hands.

The former supreme king with deep momentum and heavy steps.

This is today...

The people who curtsey still bow their heads, not knowing what they think.

Tyles stared at his father probingly, but replied obediently:

"Yes."

He felt the difference in the atmosphere, so he added a word in his heart:

"Father."

King Kessel stared at him tightly, without comment, just re-holding the scepter.

The interaction between the king and the prince seemed to be a command, and the people around them got up one after another and performed their duties around the arrival of the king.

Lord Adrian, the commander of the Royal Guard accompanying King Kessel, saluted Thales with a faint smile, and then whispered something with Mallos.

Thyls was still thinking about it, and King Kessel didn't stop or greet him, passing him directly and walking forward.

It seems that what happened just now is just an episode in the royal family.

Until the king stopped again and faced the only person in the hall who refused to kneel and salute, let alone polite.

I saw Val Allende, like a dazzling pillar, firmly anchored on the ground of Mindith Hall. He looked at his old friend coldly, not saying anything.

Thyls smelled the faint sense of tension.

King Kessel did not speak either, just stared at the Duke silently, his eyes turned back and forth in the shackles of the opponent's hand.

The two eyes met in the air.

At that moment, there was too much in their eyes.

The silent silence between the two makes the surrounding attendants anxious and embarrassed.

Until a gentle and pleasant female voice broke the silence.

"Unbelievable—is this little Thales?"

Thyls slowly turned around and faced another lady who had come with the king and was surrounded by many female families.

He couldn't help but feel tight.

The lady's dress is luxurious, elegant but lively, and the look in Thales' eyes is full of surprises:

"For so many years, look at your size...Do you remember me?"

Thyls looked behind the lady: Ji Ni was dressed in a standard female officer's gown with a calm expression and nodded imperceptibly to him.

The young man smiled, holding his stepmother's hand with a complicated and subtle mood, and leaned over to salute:

"Your Majesty Queen, your style remains the same."

Queen Keya's eyes lit up, while looking at Thales, she turned her head happily and said to one of the female family members:

"Look, Elise, he recognizes me at first sight, if you know he was so young then..."

The queen has a radiant face, a sweet smile, a smooth conversation, and a natural and kind, making people who have first seen a good feeling.

If Thales hadn't seen her six years ago.

"Of course," among the women who came with the queen, another beautiful-looking lady also looked to Thales:

"Prince Thales is known for his intelligence."

This lady is wearing a dark dress and a velvet shawl, equally elegant, but a little more peaceful:

"Even in Northland."

Thyls looked at the velvet in silence.

Kaya grabbed Thales' hand, and sighed while looking at him up and down. She turned to Jini, annoyed:

"Oh, Gini, you should have let me bring the children. Maybe Lydia is a little bit naughty, but at least you should bring Luthor so that he can learn from his brother and learn how to do What a prince..."

Hearing those two names, the smiles of the people around me stopped.

The female officer Ji Ni looked embarrassed. She cast a look at the lady of Velvet, her tone of voice urging slightly:

"Keya..."

The servants who came out of the Fuxing Palace had a tacit understanding for a long time, and the two maids came forward calmly.

But the queen still held Thales to look at it, and refused to let it go. She seemed to love her stepson:

"You know, they are royal children after all, what can we do when we grow up..."

Just now.

"Keya."

The thick voice sounded faintly, as if the hinges of a city gate were tightening.

In the next instant, Queen Keya's enthusiastic words ceased.

She turned her head with a somewhat timid expression, and looked back at the king.

King Kessel stretched out his arm silently.

The queen made an apologetic look at Thales, and stepped forward obediently, holding her husband.

"Val," Keya looked at Duke Val, who was standing opposite the king, his eyes lit up, and he spoke like an old friend, as if he did not see the shackles on his hand:

"How are you?"

The Duke of the North, who had been staring at King Kessel, moved slightly. He looked at the queen, his eyebrows gathered and scattered.

Finally, Wall still speaks silently, disdainful:

"It can't be better."

Duke Allende's voice fell, and he turned around to the banquet hall without looking back. He didn't need guidance, but he knew the way.

Malles gave a look, and Gray Patterson, who was in charge of the escort, followed closely with several members of the guard, alert.

"Let's go," King Kessel stared at the back of his young playmate, his tone of voice was a little heavy:

"Someone must be anxious."

The king stepped forward without having to order from Captain Adrian's guard. The royal guards who accompanied his majesty followed faintly from the side. Their expressions were unchanged, their postures were natural, and they were in place in time without being conspicuous.

In contrast, even if the same origin, no matter how generous or graceful, belongs to his Star Lake Guard...

"Is it my illusion," Behind Thales, D.D carefully watched the royal greeting, and whispered to Glover:

"Or did Mindis Hall really get cold?"

Glover glanced at the faint sweat spot on the opponent's forehead, and replied softly:

"Not an illusion."

Thyls sighed.

The next second, he suddenly felt his left hand tighten.

"Mind you lend me an arm?"

Tyles turned his head in surprise, and the lady with velvet shoulders smiled and took his arm.

"Elise...aunt."

Thyls looked at the adopted daughter of the prince who had a relationship six years ago with a complex mood. His eyes stayed on her shoulders, and only a certain scar on her chest was aching.

He is against his will and authentic:

"The shawl is beautiful."

Iris smiled elegantly and beautifully:

"Thank you, and you have grown up-you are a man."

Tyers was arm in arms by his aunt, and he couldn't help following the king and queen, and the people accompanying him all followed.

"Don't worry."

Compared with Thales’ stiffness, Iris has a calm pace and a decent smile:

"You will get used to it slowly."

Get used to it slowly.

What are you used to?

Tyles sighed, is he used to his father's own atmospheric killer attributes, or used to the intricate aristocratic circles in the capital?

They were a few positions behind the king and headed to the banquet hall surrounded by them.

Elise's voice suddenly became cold:

"Laugh."

Thyls was taken aback.

"If you want to fight, you must be fully armed."

Elise still shows her kind smile to the surroundings, but her tone is abrupt:

"On this battlefield, a smile is the best armor."

Thyls' eyebrows moved.

Somewhat familiar.

But before he could come up with an answer, Elise turned her head and looked at the person who was unknowingly by their side.

"Congratulations, Tormund," Eris looked at Mallos gently:

"I'm very happy that you have become the guard of the guard and the captain of Thales's guard."

Lord Mallos nodded lightly, his face remained calm and his tone was as calm as before:

"His Royal Highness Elise."

On the contrary, after looking at the watchman, Elise was quite moved.

"Your father will be very proud," the princess sighed:

"His greatest wish is to see your family return to the work of the Seven Servant..."

Marius suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Elise:

"Please follow your majesty, Lord Duke."

"This is your welcome banquet, you won't want to miss it."

Marius nodded to Thales, and then speeded up towards Adrian.

Thyls followed the princess's footsteps without delay, thoughtfully:

"You and my captain of the guard are old acquaintances?"

Iris looked at Mallos's back and nodded slowly.

"Before the fall,'The Razor' Mallos played a pivotal role in the seven servants of the stars in the central collar, and the power was in the hands. In the genealogical tree, there were three baronial titles from the royal family, which is comparable to the'wild horse' Barney. The family chamber resists rituals."

Elise seems to sigh:

"When the first king was there, the old Viscount Marius even asked for the eldest son to marry Princess Constance."

"The Razor" Mallos.

Under the royal family's command, the pivotal star seven servants.

For the first time Thales knew the meaning of his captain's surname, and he frowned.

"From crying and hanging up to running away from home, Constance made a big fuss. In short, the scene was not beautiful, the chickens and dogs were jumping... the marriage was not completed, the king was ashamed, so he planned to retreat and ask me if I wish. Not willing to marry."

Thyls moved slightly.

"You mean," Thales looked at his aunt and then at Mallos's back, surprised:

"You and... him?"

Iris showed a flat smile, and at that moment she looked a little haggard.

Tyles finally took back his surprise.

So, Tormund Mallos, his favorite captain of the guard, almost became his uncle?

Tyles noticed in his heart that he would force D.D to pour out the gossip history of his boss after he went back.

"What happened later?" Thales asked.

"Later, I agreed." The princess said lightly:

"But probably because I was unhappy, or because I felt that a princess without royal blood did not meet their expectations. The old Viscount Marius rejected the ancestor and turned to the Duke of Arund in the north to beg for marriage." /

Thyls blinked.

Okay.

The adopted daughter lowered her eyebrows and drew her eyes, instead of marrying her wayward daughter, she was decisively rejected by the man.

Leave aside this full of ancient sayings and fighting styles...

In those days, did the Mallorse family be so powerful?

Tyles carefully glanced at his aunt's face, but found that the latter was still smiling amiably, and nodded to the guests on both sides from time to time, not worrying about the humiliation and sadness he had once been.

The teenager suddenly remembered that Elise’s husband died in Red Square Street six years ago, and the culprit was...

Tyles looked at his aunt and knew in his heart that her future marriage was not happy.

Thinking of this, Thales felt sympathy.

"But Mallos is no longer in the seven waiters today, so they...how did they fall?" Thales cleared his throat, wanting to say something that made my aunt happy.

But Elise shook her head, but she didn't see any joy:

"The Scarlet Year."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

Speaking of which, Elise is reluctant to say more, so she diverts the topic:

"Speaking of this, Thales, you have been in the North for many years, have you noticed which good girl you go to?"

Tels paused.

For many years in Northland...

"Good girl?"

"Well," Iris smiled and nodded:

"When you came back from the Northland, the king did not talk less about this."

Thyls suddenly remembered the dirty little girl who was stupidly cat in the library.

And a long time later, the grandfather who held the ring of King Nunn, roared like a lion cub, roared in the Hall of Heroes and ordered to send troops.

But as soon as she thought that she was on an unsuccessful expedition and life or death was uncertain, Thales' mood fell to the bottom.

That girl...she will hold on, right?

He immediately cheered up.

"Of course," Thales raised his head, his face unchanged:

"Miss Jenny is beautiful and lively, cheerful and interesting, and she is very close to me. I like traveling with her best."

Princess Elise's footsteps stopped instantly.

People around were also quiet.

"Jenny?"

Iris frowned and repeated the name.

Particularly close...

Traveling with friends...

Still a Northland girl...

Doyle casts an evil look at Glover, first surprised, then clear.

Unsurprisingly, he was ignored by the latter.

Princess Elise gave a warning look to the qiètīng people who pricked their ears around.

"You should not answer positively, it will have a lot of impact."

Servants, guards, and guests, the rustling discussion sounded like a buzzer, and it spread farther and farther with the pace of back and forth.

The seriousness of this news is questioned.

His aunt squeezed Thales' arms tight, and couldn't help but leaned in cautiously, lowering her voice:

"So, which family from the Northland...Jenny?"

At the same time, despite being firmly separated, the surrounding observers turned their ears to this side, ignoring the unpleasant orders of the royal guards.

But Thales raised the volume and didn't care. He didn't mean to hide his romantic history in the North:

"I don't know."

He was utterly and honest, causing another whisper around him.

"But judging from her posture, coat color, pace, appetite, defecation, as well as her picky level of concentrate, stables, and grooms," Thales recalled Nicolai’s riding lessons. , Answer sincerely:

"Should be of noble origin."

His aunt froze for a second.

"Coat color, stable..."

Iris squinted her eyes and reacted slowly:

"Jenny... is a horse?"

Thyls turned his head and smiled:

"A good horse."

The next moment, the people who were paying attention all let out disappointed sighs and dispersed.

Thyls looked at Iris's weird gaze and the disappointed expressions of those around him with satisfaction.

Yes, Jenny is a good horse...

That's weird.

I knew how to get rid of the buckle in the middle of the night, sneak out to eat other manger’s night food, making the whole Hall of Valor Palace nervous and scrupulously hunting down the thief, until I accidentally bumped into Edda who stole chicken legs in the middle of the night, the truth came to light...

Being fierce and domineering in front of Wiya and Rolf, in front of Thales and Nicolai, he is well-behaved and innocent. When he sees a horseman with a whip and harness, he has a bad temper, and when he sees a horseman with a grass brush, he is kind and close. People...

Ms. Jenny's whole body, is there anything that can be related to the word "good"?

{In a stable in the Northland, a graceful mare sneezed, she raised her head from the manger vigilantly, a light kick back, and another unwilling horse Rush back to the corner, and continue to grab its night food}

A few seconds later, Iris smiled with relief.

"Very good. Even if you touch the pain, you should be calm and humorous."

She stared at her unrelated nephew:

"Now..."

"You are fully armed."

Touching the sore spot...

Tyles felt tight.

Elise just smiled and didn't click, she just took his arm and moved on.

"I really miss it," Iris emotionally retracted her gaze from the statue of the Three Kings:

"In the past, your little aunt often took me here to play."

"Sister?" Thales moved slightly when he heard the words.

"Constans, what kind of girl is she?"

The two were silent for a moment.

Iris has a mournful gaze, looking towards the past that can’t go back:

"Constans, she is not a girl who keeps herself safe. Every time I come here, I either jump off the building or demolish the house. I can only pretend to be sick to escape her enthusiasm-so much so that the understanding brother Midiel specially Prepare an exclusive'ward' for me."

Constans, jumped off the building, demolished the house...

Thyls frowned when he thought of the ashes in the Tomb of Can Star.

"When she refused to marry," Iris grinned:

"I ran away from home four times, and wanted to take me with me. In the end, I was caught twice by Lord Thackerel, once by Gini, and the last time even Midiel. Brother Wang went on the horse himself... and His Majesty the first king could not bear to beat her, nor did he dared to beat Ms. Edda who secretly helped her, so he could only let Lord Thacker beat Kessel, who had colluded with her..."

Iris paused when she said that, she looked at the king in front, then sighed and continued:

"Think about it now, the years of running away from home with her and starving in the streets together, hey, it's actually not that bad."

Thyls was a little silly.

"Constans sounds," Thales said quietly:

"Is a very lively and lovely girl."

"Lively and cute?" Elise laughed out of her voice: "Have you never experienced her prank..."

"Including the painting of cute cats on the back of Horace's armor. The entire barracks have seen it. I wonder if no one dared to speak, but he was reminded by a prisoner..."

"Because I was afraid that the third brother could not find his wife, I used the name of Bancroft to hand love letters to all her future sister-in-laws and arrange appointments..."

"I think Hyman is too stinky, she secretly replaced his perfume with dog urine when he could not smell the cold..."

"I was interested in adult bed matters, so I secretly followed Kessel to Red Square Street, listened to his corner, and came out from the bed in the middle to ask him what he thought..."

Thyls couldn't help laughing.

"The only person who can discipline her is Brother Midil," Elise shook her head helplessly:

"But even so, Constance succeeded in a tricky trick once, and successfully painted Midiel's wheelchair with delayed onset chili water. As a result, he was like a okay person, and he participated in the Imperial Front for a whole day. Meeting..."

Thyls was still laughing, but he realized something and was taken aback.

"Aunt Elise, you just said..."

Thyls frowned and said softly: "Midil's...wheelchair?"

The atmosphere between the two sinks slightly.

After a few seconds, Elise frowned slightly:

"Don't you know?"

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"Yes," Iris sighed slowly:

"This is the old past, and it involves the deceased. It is normal if you don't know it."

The Duke of Xinghu turned his head subconsciously, and he later realized that all the steps in Mindis Hall had made a landslide of a large proportion.

It seems...not just decoration?

"And..."

Elise spoke quietly, her eyes condensed in the void. At this moment, she seemed to cut off the noise from the outside world and was immersed in the past.

"Although his smile is always the gentlest, he is nursing, tolerant, and caring for everyone, although his shoulders are always the toughest, supporting, supporting and blessing everyone."

"But even though he is so empathetic, gentle and considerate, no one can truly..."

"Understand his pain."

Tyles turned his head and looked at her in amazement.

"That's right."

"When King Midil was young, he had an accident on a trip," I saw Iris faintly:

"Since then, his legs have been ill and he is not good at walking."

"Lifelong companionship with the wheelchair."

What?

Thyls froze.

Midil Canxing.

The former owner of Mindith Hall~IndoMTL.com~ The former heir to the High Throne, the wise and wise prince everyone praised.

It's actually a bit...

The crown prince in a wheelchair?

Thyls suddenly remembered the scene where Kessel pulled himself from the ground.

And his cold words.

[As a brilliant star, even if my legs are useless...]

【Never bow to knees. 】

[Especially in...]

[here. 】

The next second, without any pause, they followed the king and queen into the banquet hall.

A surging crowd is greeted, and the mountains and the sea shout.