Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 4: Only 1 day left
Gilbert cast a deep look at Thales.
"I can't make an assertion."
Even if there are only two people facing each other, the foreign minister is still rigorous and restrained in his words
"Maybe they do have old grievances, maybe they are not obedient to each other, maybe it was just an accident that Wang Ming's unsuccessful implementation in the Western Wilderness for many years, the big discount..."
But Gilbert squinted his eyes
"But, from the perspective of your father and your rule, Your Highness, did they collude, is it a coincidence, or both, it's just a tacit understanding..."
"Does this still matter?"
Thyls was stunned.
Gilbert took a deep breath, very serious
"Western Wilderness, it is like a rough, uneven, soft and hard pie, sometimes slippery, sometimes stubborn, there are both hard stubble that tends to knock teeth, and continuous stickiness, no matter how thin It’s hard to chew or eat, from any angle, let alone digestion."
"Compared with this, whether it is Aaron, who is desperate in the north, Nan Triest, who is extremely fragile, including the young and energetic Kevin Deer on the south bank..."
Gilbert shook his head, the fear and worry in his eyes increased unabated.
"So, do you understand the meaning of Baron Williams."
Thyls, who has not yet reacted, looked at him blankly.
Just listen to Gilbert with a soft smile
"Yes, compared to his famous name in the desert, anyone who has really come into contact with the insider knows that Wings of Legend is capable of being arrogant and arrogant, difficult to get along with, making countless enemies, and disdain to make friends."
His words are precise and direct.
"Even the Fuxing Palace looks down on him. He has no respect for the nobility and lack of care for tradition. He can rejuvenate his teacher when he is angry, and he can break the city if he is happy, and he cannot control his fate..."
"Naturally, I don't care much about the political tricks of the western famine."
Thyls froze.
The appearance of Roman tugging at Nob coldly appeared in his mind, openly threatening to enter the Revival Palace.
Next time, if they want to take my territory and play some political game of balancing power... just wait for me to find them in the Fuxing Palace.
Gilbert’s tone was slightly disdainful
"With the support of the royal family and the army, he was even more unscrupulous. No matter the black lion's toughness, the crow's hotness, the unpredictable four-eyed skull, and the night after the desert war, he was all in the wings of legend. Faced with the madness and ferocity of human control, it was overshadowed."
Gilbert’s eyes showed the excitement of a fox grabbing its prey
"So, when a fierce and evil person who doesn't even buy the king's account, he takes root in the complex, chaotic and difficult-to-treat western famine..."
He didn't say any more, just looked at Thales with a smile.
On the contrary, Thales looked at him in surprise
"So what you need is not the Western Wilderness, which is at odds and entangled with each other, but the Western Wilderness that is forced to twist into a rope under the pressure outside the rules?"
"So that you can hold on to the rope and hold the key, so that you can get it right once and for all, trap the animal in the cage?"
"Williams, is that weight pressure?"
In front of him, Gilbert still smiled as before.
Williams, Falkenhauser, Croma, Bozdorf...
And now, it is Gilbert, and...
Kessel V.
Tyles leaned weakly on the chair, rubbing his eyebrows in distress, feeling that his brain was about to explode.
After a while, he put down his palm.
"But does it work?"
"The nobles of the Western Wilderness, even the most radical group, will not surrender obediently just because there is a messy lunatic at the door. On the contrary, they will only be offended and more..."
Thyls couldn't find any good vocabulary, so he just took examples to illustrate
"Just like this time, Gilbert, the arrogant Williams almost burned through half of the Bladefang camp, and pitted all the supplies that the Lord of the West had placed here, but they..."
But at this moment, a terrible thought flashed through Thales's mind.
His words are still continuing, but his speech speed slows down unknowingly
"They...they...he..."
The prince's words paused.
He looked at Gilbert blankly.
"Gilbert, if the Wings of Legend is part of your plan..."
Thyls looked at his old teacher incredulously
"Then how do you expect Xihuang to react?"
Gilbert realized something, and his smile faded away.
"His Royal Highness, it's getting late..." He cleared his throat.
But Thales seems to be immersed in his own world, self-consciously ecstatic
"I always thought that the Bladeya camp was not your goal, but a decoy."
"The Western Wilderness nobles suffered heavy losses and had to spit out the camp. That is your achievement."
"But what if I am wrong?"
Tyles stared fiercely at the broken meal on the plate.
Gilbert did not speak, but looked at him worriedly.
"If, if the Blade Ya camp is not even a bait, if it is just a gambling table with rules written on it, let the Western Wild Nobles who think they understand the rules carefully place their chips?"
Tyles slowly smoothed his thoughts, reasoning while narrating, and the more he talked, the more frightened he became
"Until their chips are eaten by Williams, who ignores the rules-what if this is the real bait?"
"If the results you want are not just for the lords of the Western Wilderness to spit out the Bladefang Camp?"
"If what you want is that they are being fooled and severely injured, and under heavy pressure, they are forced to tear off their reservations and fight back with nowhere to go?"
Gilbert frowned and shook his head
"This is why you are so worried, Your Highness, why do we want..."
But Thales interrupted him again.
"Gilbert."
Tyles stared at the dinner plate blankly
"Follow you and Mallos, the thousands of royal standing troops brought in from the interior, from the north and from the center..."
"They didn't go to change the guard camp, let alone greet me, right?"
Gilbert raised his face and smiled somewhat reluctantly
"I don't understand what you mean, of course they are here to meet the heirs of the kingdom."
Thyls still stared at the dinner plate blankly, and shook his head subconsciously
"Or they are here to fight—after facing a desperate night, the nobles of the Western Wilderness who intend to counterattack."
This time, the silence at the dining table lasted longer.
And Thales just froze in his seat, motionless.
Looking at the appearance of the second prince, Gilbert sighed heavily
"You have thought about it a lot, your lord, the nobles are not so stupid and not so impulsive, even the most radical Bozdorf."
Gilbert coughed fiercely
"They are neither sure to defeat Legend Wings on the battlefield, nor have the chips to force the Fuxing Palace to make concessions, and then spit out Bladeya camp. Why do they do such an unwise thing?"
The voice fell, Gilbert looked at the prince worriedly.
This time, Thales looked back at him blankly.
In the Mindith Hall six years ago, compared to the invisible Yodel and the innocent Gini, the polite and amiable foreign minister was one of the few people who trusted and admired him wholeheartedly. In the six years of the land, whenever he thinks of the years in Mindis Hall, he will have a clearer sense of belonging to the gradually blurred hometown and return journey.
But I don’t know why...
After six years in Northland, after fading the halo of goodbye to the deceased...
Don't know why, he felt that Gilbert's eyes suddenly became a little strange.
"Yes, you are right."
Tyles stared at the edge of the table in a daze, and spoke mechanically, as if repeating Gilbert’s words
"Even if they have suffered such a big loss, the people of Xihuang have no bargaining chips. They will not be so unwise. They will give the royal family a reason to punish them and seize power from them for no reason."
Xihuang people have no chips.
The chips.
A bargaining chip to entice the Western Wilderness nobles to counterattack.
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
Tyles raised his eyes, looked directly at Gilbert, and barely pulled the corners of his mouth
"I think too much."
Gilbert avoided Thales’ gaze that almost saw him through, stiff and authentic
"My little sir, your dinner is going to be cold, and we have to hurry tomorrow..."
Tyles' heart beats slowly.
At that moment, he just felt that his heart was beating so slowly, so slowly.
So slow.
"Your Highness?"
Thyls woke up in shock.
He forced himself to smile, took a deep breath, and started eating again.
The secretary of foreign affairs seemed to feel something, but he just opened his mouth hesitantly and did not speak.
"Why, Gilbert."
Gilbert raised his head.
I saw Thales slicing the meal nonchalantly, depressed
"Why, the Duke of Western Wilderness wants to give me a sword from his family."
"Why, the Wings of Legend will be so angry after seeing it."
"Why, the earl of the single-winged crow came here personally and sent me on my way back with courtesy."
It's clearly a question, but it doesn't have any questioning tone.
Looking at Gilbert's hesitation, Thales understood something.
"About this..." Gilbert paused and explained patiently and gently.
But Thales could not hear what he was talking about anymore.
He remembered the story that the watchman told Dele when he first met Mallos yesterday.
From that day on...the king’s grace has benefited all the people, and everyone will live and work in peace and contentment, and live happily and happily forever and ever...
It turns out...
That's more than just a story.
Tyles lowered his head and stayed still.
The ugly old thing is right.
His father is indeed a genius.
Isn't it?
Just.
Just...
Thyls squeezed the knife in his hand.
"...So, this is a commonly used method among nobles, to please and win."
Gilbert finished speaking kindly, pulling Thales out of his silent thoughts.
The prince raised his head like a rusty doll, and smiled reluctantly.
"Yes."
"So soon, the entire kingdom will know that the Duke of the Western Wilderness and the returned star prince are chatting and laughing in the camp of Bladeya and giving gifts to each other."
Tels is bitter and authentic
"And the little unhappiness between Baron Bladeya and the Lords of the Western Wilds that happened on the night before has disappeared."
"Their goal...is achieved."
He didn't ask any more.
Gilbert looked at Thales’ bitter expression, and finally said nothing, just let out a breath, don’t go too far.
"So do you understand?"
The Minister of Foreign Affairs lowered his head, his expression was unclear, and his tone of voice was low
"It's better to return the sword."
Tyles paused with the knife in his hand.
He took a deep breath.
The lights in the main hall dimmed.
"No."
"The country was at the conference six years ago, you said, Gilbert."
Thyls stared at the dinner plate closely, with mixed flavors in his heart.
"In politics, facing opponents, rushing to exterminate, heartily and without leaving room, this is not a clever way to govern."
"In the past six years, I have understood this truth more deeply."
Gilbert frowned.
Thyls took a deep breath.
When the prince raised his head, his smile was calm and natural
"I think, I'll leave it."
"If there is such a day, I want to leave room for both sides who have nowhere to go."
Gilbert was slightly surprised.
"And this sword, regardless of the intention behind it," Thales' eyes dimmed slightly, but he immediately returned to normal
"At least, it may become that piece of room."
Thyls is superb and authentic
"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I don't want to give up."
The voice fell.
The silence in the main hall lasted a long time.
After a long while, Gilbert let out a long sigh.
"Your Highness," the cunning fox of the stars looked at Thales with relief
"You have grown up."
Thyls bends the corners of his mouth to strengthen his fighting spirit
"You have said this once."
Gilbert laughed, but he could see that his smile was somewhat reluctant.
"Yes, Your Highness, but..."
Gilbert looked straight into Thales’ eyes and sighed again
"You really grew up."
This time, Thales didn't refute, he just smiled again, then looked back on the plate.
Just when the two were silent, facing each other in silence.
"Gilbert."
"Has my father ever thought about it?"
The prince slowly chewed a piece of food that he didn't even notice what it was
"On the way, if I die, what should I do."
Gilbert's expression became tense.
"His Royal Highness, we will do our best to protect your safety..."
Thyls hummed, and raised the corners of his lips bitterly.
"Yes, you said that too."
"Six years ago."
The secretary of foreign affairs was speechless.
A few seconds later, Gilbert took the conversation unnaturally
"This, this is the reason why Yordel is by your side along the way."
He is barely authentic
"Your Majesty cares about your safety, so he sent his most trusted secret guard..."
"He believes that Yordel can protect you, just as he believes he can protect Your Majesty himself."
After saying that, Gilbert turned his head and scanned the air beside him, as if confirming something
"Right, old friend?"
But there are only two people at the table in the main hall.
There is only the sound of a knife and fork colliding with the dinner plate in the air.
No response.
Gilbert's smile slowly stiffened.
Tyles raised his eyes and looked at the old teacher in an uncertain mood.
Gilbert exhaled.
"Maybe Yordel is not here now," the foreign secretary smiled wryly
"Or maybe he just..."
Gilbert glanced around, and finally lowered his head in embarrassment and sighed helplessly
"...don't want to talk to me."
Just now.
"The latter." The hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
The foreign secretary was taken aback.
Gilbert looked back subconsciously, only the void was still in sight.
Tyles curled his mouth.
"All right."
Gilbert is in love
"By the way, the mission is complete, old friend."
"You have not failed your majesty's trust, and protect his heirs to return safely."
There is still no response.
Gilbert could only sigh and turn his head angrily.
But Thales suddenly put down his knife and fork, staring into the air.
"What's wrong?" Gilbert asked concerned.
Thyls didn't look at him, just grabbed the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of beans.
"Nothing, just..."
Thyls looked at Bean dreamily, and twitched the corner of his mouth subconsciously.
"I miss the Northland a bit."
Especially...
During the meal.
Gilbert raised his eyebrows suddenly.
"You know, after the "Fortress Peace Treaty" eighteen years ago, quite a long time..."
The Minister of Foreign Affairs nodded, his voice filled with endless nostalgia.
"I think so too."
At the table, the old and the young are so immersed in their memories.
A few seconds later, Thales recovered and gently put down the spoonful of beans.
Grab the difficult knife and fork.
The second prince smiled decently at Gilbert, and ate a piece of meat covered in sauce with flawless etiquette.
Gilbert returned him with a pleased smile.
But only Thales knows.
That piece of meat has been left for too long.
Bitterness.
Stiff.
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In the faint light, Count Bozdorf stepped into the door of the room in a dusty manner.
A guard with a four-eyed skull emblem on his armor rushed forward, but he pushed aside unceremoniously.
The guard was angry from his heart, waiting to draw his sword.
"It's okay," a sharp and cold voice sounded in the room, stopping the guard's arm abruptly
"He can come in."
Earl Bozdorf didn't even look at the guard who had to retreat, and strode directly to the sharp-sounding master, staring at him who was eating.
"You came in without announcing," Cyril Falkenhauser swallowed a bite of the fruit, then lifted his terrifying face and squinted at the visitor.
"If Go Hyuk is here, he will kill you directly."
"Use your fist."
But his threats seem to have no effect on the guests.
"My father respects you, Cyril," the owner of the black lion, Lewis Bozdorf, said in a cold voice
"Don't me."
The Duke of Western Wilderness sneered.
"Coincidentally, I also respect your father," he took away his attention from the dinner plate in front of him, his tone of voice cold
"But not you."
Bozdorf snorted.
"You let the crow travel day and night to rush to the camp to pick him up?"
Earl Lewis gritted his teeth, his eyes almost overflowing with anger
"You?"
The Duke of the Western Wilderness chuckled again and did not answer.
But Bozdorf was not going to let him go.
Boom!
The pair of fists wearing iron gloves hit Falkenhauser's dining table, shaking a dish of fish over, splashing juice.
The Duke of the Western Wilderness is not in a hurry, not stunned or angry.
He just silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the splashed face.
The Earl Black Lion bent his elbows and slowly pressed his upper body towards the Duke.
"I even prepared that kid's family banner, so big," Lewis looked like a knife, biting the words hard
"Just wait to'greet' him."
The Duke of the Western Wilderness snorted
"Really?"
The Earl of Bozdorf stared at the seemingly indifferent Duke, and then he curled his mouth.
Like an angry laugh.
"In Grace Town, the kid is right in front of me, as close as I am to you now."
"You can cut your throat with one knife."
Bozdorf tilted his head with a fierce light in his eyes, sometimes muddy and numb, sometimes clear and sharp eyes towards the Duke of Shangxihuang.
"And he was as self-righteous as he was six years ago, proudly showing off his ridiculous eloquence to me, knowing that he is only a foot away from the imminent disaster."
Falkenhauser did not realize that he was threatened at all, but hahahaha
"You have to admit, that kid does have some eloquence, isn't he."
Bozdorf gritted his teeth as if he hadn't heard it
"And the **** crow, the **** crow cubs just like him, are standing there, between me and him, within the reach of my army, smiling at me like a sky Sha's personal bodyguard."
Bozdorf's voice is cold and depressed
"Because, for, you."
Falkenhauser's smile slowly faded, thoughtfully.
"Well, Nadler is still doing a good job."
"Thanks to the sunset, he is a crow, isn't he?"
Boom!
Lewis' fists slam the table again!
"I could have taken him!"
This time, Count Bozdorf never suppressed his anger.
"You know that my army—the Black Lion Infantry Regiment that is best at breaking cards and attacking fortresses and destroying cities—has arrived in Grace Town. You know that I am away from the Bladeya camp and from him..."
Bozdorf was furious, he took a few breaths before he finished speaking completely
"...Only one day left."
"One, day."
He bit his words.
Falkenhauser seems to be serious too, he snorted disdainfully
"What about then?"
Bozdorf stared at the Duke of Western Wilderness.
"That is the lifeblood of Fuxing Palace, the foundation of their rule, and our best bargaining chip in more than ten years."
Earl Black Lion is aggressive, and the anger in his eyes is clearly visible
"We can recapture the Sabreya camp and even drive away that sissy."
"At least, tell them our attitude..."
But the tepid Duke of Western Wilderness suddenly raised his head and made a decisive decision
"Then the Bozdorf family in the Castle of Valor has only one day left~IndoMTL.com~!"
His words are as cold as the wind, and he is not polite.
The conversation between the two stopped for a few seconds.
This time, it was Bozdorf's turn to sneer.
"Do you know what happened in the Yaga camp."
"The pampered Duke?"
The Earl Black Lion straightened up and distanced himself from the opponent, but the sharpness in his eyes kept increasing.
"Bailar lost his entire year's income, many of which were in debt; Emery lost their family heir; the new land offering lost the manpower for this season's autumn harvest."
"And Thoth said that he will never participate in our military expedition again."
"Lugo even overwhelmed everything in the family."
Falkenhauser turned his head, avoiding the earl's sight.
Bozdorf’s question seems to be polished out
"This is us."
"Does it make a difference today and tomorrow?"
Falkenhauser raised his head slowly.
"Of course there is."
At this moment, the eyes of the Duke of Western Wilderness deepened.
"If you perish today, you will have nothing."
Falkenhauser narrowed his eyes.
"If you die tomorrow, you at least have hope for tomorrow."
Lewis Bozdorf opened his lips and smiled again and again.
Two seconds later, his laughter stopped abruptly.
"Tomorrow's hope?"
"All these you did..."
His smile turned into ice
"For the so-called-hope?"
Cyril Falkenhauser paused.
"No."
He stretched out his hand and turned to his walking stick, his eyes condensed on the hook that was originally hanging with the long sword, but now it was empty.
"For..."
The Duke carries the most complicated emotions, indifferent and authentic
"Tomorrow."