Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 39: Save this country

Raphael is spreading out a map, studying the route carefully.

The inside of his right arm was still aching, as the black prophet said, he used that power too often.

The insatiable blood-eater.

Raphael frowned slightly.

But he immediately put the matter aside, he has too many things to worry about.

For example, these messes in Northland.

For another example, the little boy behind him.

Raphael sighed, rolled up the map from Longxiao City to Qiyuan City, and then looked at the second prince standing beside him.

But at the moment he turned around, he keenly noticed that Thales' expression was a bit wrong.

I saw Thales frowning and staring at Raphael complicatedly.

"You should go to rest, our road will not be peaceful," Raphael was a little uncomfortable by him, could not help but said: "You better have enough energy..."

But Thales just stared at him steadily, his eyes slowly turning to Raphael's hands.

When the young man in the secret department became impatient, the second prince spoke softly:

"The man who abolished your hands is the Duke of the North, Val Allende."

"Really."

Raphael's breathing is slightly stagnant.

His face twitched slightly, then turned into a relaxed smile: "Guessing is not..."

Thyls interrupted him.

"The torture on your hands, I recognize that letter."

Thyls said silently:

"That is the ancient imperial letter, A."

"The Allende family representing the flying eagles on white background."

Raphael's words were blocked, his face stiff.

After a few seconds, the man from the secret department exhaled softly, silent.

After a long while, Raphael turned his eyes.

"It seems that Cunning Fox taught you very well," he said indifferently, as if he didn't care: "Although it was only a short period of over a month."

Thyls, who got the default answer, took a deep breath, remembering what the little slicker had just told him.

"I once heard Val Allende say that he cooperated with Rumba and winning the throne is only the first step."

Tyles looked directly into Raphael's eyes sharply.

"More importantly, it is necessary to create a war-free northern territory."

The second prince whispered: "For example, his daughter will marry Lombard's son. The two kings who have been feuded for thousands of years will start the first step of reconciliation. The stars and dragons will slowly merge into one, and the north will be forever Enjoy peace."

Raphael did not move.

He just listened to the prince quietly.

Tyles looked at his expression and suddenly showed a complicated smile.

"I guess, when he found out that his daughter had a lowly lover, he must be very upset," Thales sighed, keeping his eyes fixed on Raphael's face, and said softly: "And Still a barren man."

Raphael, who has always had a sparse expression, finally frowned visibly when he heard this.

"So Duke Arund abolished your sword-holding hands as punishment and warning," Thales looked at Raphael's hands and shook his head slowly: "He took your most important things and destroyed Lose the pride and reliance of a swordsman, right."

Raphael lowered his head.

At that moment, his hands seemed to be burning.

It was the moment when the hot soldering iron penetrated into the flesh and bones, there was an unforgettable burning pain from the depths of the bone marrow.

As if it was yesterday.

More than that...

There are also days after that, struggling in the endless dark abyss, in the endless **** hell.

Raphael's eyes condensed in midair.

Taking away the most important thing?

From the promising end of the tower seed to a waste?

Or crawl out of the worst torture?

No.

Raphael's lost eyes refocused.

"You should use your wisdom and talents where you should use it." The young man from the secret department returned to his normal expression and said lightly.

But Thales still refuses to forgive: "Why did he spare your life?"

"He has no reason to spare you...a Raphael who has disappeared from now on, isn't it good?"

Raphael closed his eyes.

"A long time ago, I saved his daughter's life, and he was grateful to me," the secret department man replied slowly: "But Val is a stubborn and strong person, who doesn’t take my life, it’s him. Maximum kindness."

Tyles exhaled.

"This makes sense," he murmured.

Raphael's eyes moved: "What?"

I saw the second prince slowly leaning against the wall, looking lost and lonely.

"Your Majesty knew it a long time ago, didn't you?"

Thyls sighed and said, his voice was not so low as to say it from his mouth.

Raphael frowned: "Know what?"

Thyls sighed slowly and slowly said what he had just figured out.

"The Duke of Allende."

"His conspiracy and his rebellion, his usurpation of the throne, and even the plan of the ‘new star’ nobles."

Thyls said in a fascinating way: "Kessel, I mean my father, he knew it very early, right?"

Raphael frowned and looked at Thales solemnly.

This boy...

"Don't pretend to be your king, even if you are a prince."

The young man from the secret department warned: "This is the advice from the secret department."

Thyls snorted softly, seemingly indifferent.

The prince took a step forward with a complicated expression, his eyes gradually cleared when he saw Raphael.

"So he does know."

"He knew from the beginning Arund's disobedience and usurpation of the throne," Thales sighed: "And the reason why your Majesty did not move or even let him go, he was just waiting, waiting The other side is truly rebellious."

Raphael's brow furrowed and tightened: "Waiting?"

The man in the secret department hummed disdainfully, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing.

"You think too much..."

"If your Majesty knew about this from the beginning, then why did he allow the situation to deteriorate and allow the Duke of the North to truly embark on the path of rebellion, putting the North in danger?" Raphael shook his head: "I said Don’t pretend to be..."

Thyls clenched his fists.

He raised the volume abruptly, as if he was about to roar out the resentment and grievance of the past few days:

"Because he needs this opportunity! Damn it!"

What Raphael was about to say stopped. He looked at the prince with his chest rising, slightly surprised.

"Miranda told me that your majesty has sent officials to stabilize the situation in the north." Thales gasped, unable to stop the trembling of his chest.

"I feel at ease, right."

"But, this is the key," Thales raised his head, he gritted his teeth, and Kessel's determined face appeared before his eyes, "Tell me, Raphael."

The prince stared at Raphael, staring at his red eyes.

Thyls couldn't help but think of the one-eyed Kost of the Nan Triest family, remembering what he said before he left.

【You too underestimated your father, too underestimated the King of Iron Fists, too underestimated the fear he gave to the stars. 】

"If there were no assassination of Prince Morar, no war pressure from Exter, no danger and imprisonment without Aaron, there would be no Northland where the dragons were headless and confused," the prince opened his lips. Yihe, fiercely said: "Then your Majesty can..."

Talston gave it a bit.

Raphael's eyes tumbled slightly.

Tyles gritted his teeth and forced himself to finish the rest:

"Then he can use the name of defending the enemy without hindrance, and the name of war..."

"Send his direct officials and nobles to the winter castle..."

"It is natural to increase the standing army to the fortress, and then take over important territorial affairs such as taxation, adjudication, and land..."

"Until the Canstar royal family completely replaced the Duke of the North in the prison..."

"Will the Northern Territory, ruled by the Aaron family for generations, be completely included in the royal power!"

Thyls, who had finished speaking hard, only felt a pain in his head, and he couldn't help but shake his body.

He supported the wall with one hand, and pressed his forehead with the other, rubbing it.

Val Allende, Kessel Canxing...

The shock of the Exeter Mission, everything in the Hall of Stars, his own appearance and self-conceited exquisite break...

It looks like it’s all...

All...

Thyls felt his forehead hurt more and more.

There, a fragment of memory gushes out uncontrollably and falls into the vast sea of ​​memories.

It consists of only a few words, but it is a chilling fragment.

Uncle Zheng...

Zheng Burke Duan Yuyan.

"As your majesty's biggest and most important eye, eye and co-conspirator, the Kingdom Secret Section..."

"Tell me, is that so?" Thales opened his eyes and tried to restrain his voice, but even so, he made half of the room turn around frequently.

Raphael did not speak for a long time.

But the prince seemed to be very patient. He stared at the visitor from Secret Section motionlessly, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.

Finally, Raphael sighed for a long time, his expression was full of the same complex and subtle infinite emotions, and he uttered a few helpless and helpless words: "No comment."

This is an answer unlike an answer.

But the prince has got the news he wants to know.

At that moment, Thales slowly relaxed like a deflated ball.

He leaned against the wall unconsciously, his expression stiff.

"Why," Raphael looked at Thales indifferently, with a trace of solemnity in his words: "Why do you think so."

Thyls snorted subconsciously.

"Although you have said many times, don’t listen to the words of the Red Witch," the prince’s voice was tired, as if another person was speaking: "But you have to know that lies that shake people’s hearts are based on certain Above the facts."

Raphael changed slightly.

"What Kashan said to Miranda," Thales closed his eyes and exhaled fiercely: "'If you don't want this land to be taken away by despicable means','The Northland only belongs to the Northland People' now I understand."

"The Red Witch is not aimless."

He laughed bitterly and grimly: "The people who want to take the North from Arund are not only Exeter, not only Rumba."

"I couldn't think of so much until I heard a long time ago about the history of'Xianjun' Mindis III," Thales said in a daze: "I instantly solved a lot of my doubts."

Raphael frowned slightly.

Xianjun?

"Your Majesty..." The corners of Thales' mouth twitched slightly. He tried to recall the appearance of the king with an iron fist, but what appeared in his mind was his cold and solemn voice, short and powerful movements.

"He is not afraid that the Exeters are really...really going south?"

"Are you not afraid that they will take the North?"

Tyles squeezed his fist, and squeezed the scar he had cut in his palm.

Raphael sighed slightly.

"Excuse me, my lord." Raphael whispered.

"If it wasn't for your accidental actions, including giving the doctor the opportunity to contact the darkroom, and appearing outside the Hall of Valor for some reason," the young man from the secret department slowly shook his head: "Now Exeter, you should follow Our expectations have become a mess."

Thyls laughed unconsciously.

His chest trembles lightly, and his laughter is endless, unclear.

"Does he always take risks like this?" the prince said feebly: "Is it from the Scarlet Years?"

Raphael did not speak.

But he didn't understand what was so funny about it.

Tyles gave a final chuckle, his eyes hanging down to the ground, his expression unclear.

"Regarding the belonging of the Northern Territory...Does Miranda know?" He narrowed his smile and whispered: "Does she know you are in it too?"

This time, Raphael froze in place.

Miranda.

The girl.

"No...come." Raphael still said this, but this time, there was a lot of pause and tremor in his words.

Raphael's red eyes trembled slightly, his breathing accelerated.

Miranda.

A girl with a delicate mind and a keen sense like that...

How could she...

Raphael closed his eyes.

How could you not know?

"If you are just for this..." Amidst heavy gasps, the secret department man tried to end the conversation.

But he was interrupted by Thales again.

"Help me."

Two words lightly.

Short.

Strong.

But there is no dejection and depression.

Raphael was startled slightly.

Huh?

"What?" The visitor from the secret department lightly opened his eyes and looked at the prince in doubt.

In front of his eyes, Thales slowly raised his head.

"I said," the prince's voice completely got rid of the previous hesitation and weakness, and became decisive, resolute, indisputable:

The prince cast a rare look from a pair of gray eyes, and looked directly at Raphael.

"I need your support, Rafael Lindbergh, help me convince them..."

"Help me!"

Raphael was truly stunned.

"What are you going to do?" The secret department man asked subconsciously, forgetting the honorific title.

Thyls chuckled lightly, his hand had already left the wall~IndoMTL.com~ The whole person stood firmly on the ground, looking directly at Raphael.

His face is full of openness and relief.

Raphael was suddenly surprised to find that Thales was different at this time.

His eyes are full of unprecedented looks.

It seems to be burning with a raging flame.

Never go out.

"No matter you or me, no matter the secret science or the kingdom," Thales said slowly, his face like ice, his tone like iron, full of rare determinations: "No matter the accident or failure, my mistake Okay, no matter what your negligence..."

"But after we have worked hard for so long, given so much, and experienced so much..."

"You are willing to lose all your chips to Rumba's hands."

"Push the kingdom into the abyss of war?"

"Will you accept this sad situation willingly and acquiesce in such a bad ending?"

"This is the end of the matter, you..." Raphael frowned, looking at such a prince, only feeling at a loss: "What else do you want to do?"

"What else can I do?"

Thyls gave him a mysterious smile.

At that moment, Raphael seemed to know this prince of stars who had returned from an accident and brought countless surprises for the first time.

Not the helpless little boy who was pushed away by the wave in Mindis Hall.

Not the Jedi Prince who gritted his teeth in the Hall of Stars.

Not even the string puppet struggling in Game of Thrones.

It's Prince Thales.

The unique Thales Star.

"What do you want to do?"

The Prince of Stars spoke lightly, as if he was facing him, but with a small question: "Of course..."

The figure of Charman Rumba suddenly appeared in front of Thales' eyes, and his resolute face.

The prince's eyes lit up and blurted out:

"Go to save this country."