Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 40: 1 side dish

Thyls doesn't know what the banquet order of the stars and nobles is like on weekdays, but at least judging from the royal banquet held by him in name, the table manners of the stars are better than that of the people in the North by more than one grade:

　　 The banquet is still in the stage of banquets, but the greetings between people are in order, men and women sit in a staggered manner, getting along with each other in a proper and natural manner, servants and waiters come and go in an orderly manner, and the guards keep a low profile and almost invisible, even the clowns and bards who cheer All the music is appropriate, the performance is moderate, and it never crosses key areas and disturbs guests.

　　 Thales couldn’t help but think of the banquet held by King Nunn in the Palace of Valor. He couldn’t help but regret for a second—but he immediately remembered that the latter’s life and death were unknown at the moment, so the mocking silence became Completely depressed.

　　 "Your Majesty is down!"

　　 "Long live the king!"

　　 "Long live the queen!"

　　The king's team entered the hall, and the originally quiet Mindis Hall exploded, and there was a flood of greetings and discussions.

　　 "May you be healthy!"

　　 "God Bless the Stars..."

　　"Congratulations on your reunion with the Duke and his father..."

　　 There seems to be a huge whirlpool centered on King Kessel in the banquet hall. It is powerful and unstoppable. It attracts guests from honorary earls to real barons, from invited officials to honorary servicemen. Rising from their seats, the ants gathered until they entered a safe distance and hit the royal guards who looked like they had just woken up.

　　 Many guests in the front row bowed their knees respectfully and bowed to salute, but the proper etiquette could not hide their impatient attitude.

　　"The Lake Murray family of the Donna River greets you..."

　　 "Your Majesty, on behalf of all members of the Dongcheng Security Agency..."

　　 "Go ahead and try to let your majesty see us, but don't be too deliberate, lest you lose sight of the front..."

　　 "Your Majesty, do you remember Hazzard in the Battle of the Altar?"

　　 Thales looked at all of this, watching the guests around King Kessel rush to meet, bowing from front to back, like straw being harvested in rows.

　　 When the sickle arrived, the straw fell.

　　 Thales suddenly remembered the drama of the Temple of Dark Night that he had watched as a child. In the scene when the disaster came, the actors who played the "good people" on the stage also did the same. In the plot of disaster destroying the world, follow the tension The heavy behind-the-scenes accompaniment rushed to the ground in front of the strangely dressed "disaster" and fell one after another.

　　 The only difference is that after these "straws" fell, they slowly rose up again, and if there was no ground, they tilted towards Thales, bringing a convergent but complicated look.

　　King Kessel looked as usual and had steady steps. The Queen Keya beside him nodded gently and smiled again and again. They were silent and majestic, while the other was amiable, holding hands and moving forward, stepping up and walking. Above the two steps, facing the entire banquet hall, it is also the highest seat belonging to the royal family.

　　 Of course, not everyone is sucked into the "vortex" triggered by the king:

　　The Duke and Prime Minister of the East China Sea, Bob Cullen, sat on the long table on the second floor with a smile, surrounded by the nobles of the East China Sea, the central officials and important nobles who came to pay tribute to the Prime Minister were not crowded. Jue, they warmly exchanged their cups, waiting patiently for the king and prince to come, and from time to time they would say a few words of praise for you and me, sighing that the stars will flourish in the future.

　　 Duke Jean Kevin Deere sat opposite Prime Minister Cullen. Many subordinate bureaucrats and new wealthy businessmen who came to the long table with expectations but failed to gather the courage to meet the Prime Minister chose to pay their respects to this young dignitarian sitting on the South Bank. They were encouraged by the Duke. Gradually let go of the restraints, talk and laugh vigorously, and repeatedly admired the approachability and noble sincerity of the owner of the iris when he left.

　　 is in sharp contrast with this table, which is another long table on the same level but quite remote: the shackles, the Duke of the North, Val Allende, sat silently at one end, Ignoring the strange inquisitive gazes of the people around him, he pours himself a drink, and stands behind a few royal guards who are inseparable. Apart from the old acquaintances, there are only a few upright northern nobles and honorary servicemen who have fought alongside him. The soldiers dared to greet them.

　　 At the other end of the long table sits the casual Duke of the Cliff, the Duke of Nantrester. The owner of the giant horned deer is single-eyed and cold, looking at the sensation caused by the king, and from time to time to the opposite Duke Val. Many aristocrats with deep family backgrounds and close ties to the Northland and Yadi came to greet him, but compared to the Prime Minister and the Duke of Iris, this table can only be considered deserted.

　　In contrast, the third-order seats next to the Duke’s long table are much more harmonious. The characters sitting here may not be noble than the guardian dukes and emperors, but there are still more important things, such as the Imperial Front The central politicians of the meeting, the bureaucrats in Yongxing City, and the important leaders of the industrial and commercial industry.

　　 and the hereditary landlords of the central collar including the "Seven Stars".

　　 "There are so many people, aren't they," Baron Stuart looked at the king blankly:

　　"There are four dukes alone..."

　　Baron Steward paused.

　　 He saw the boy coming with Princess Elise, and smiled softly:

　　 "Sorry, five people."

　　 "Indeed, the iris flower and the sun sword and shield are fine. As for the giant horned deer and the white eagle, including many people..." On the same table, Viscount Adrian of Swan County agreed and turned to Mrs. Barney across the long table. Exclaimed, but focused on her son and the "toy" in his hand:

　　 "I thought I would never see it in my life."

　　"The young lord is back, the kingdom is stable, the natural grandeur is unprecedented, and it is gratifying," Mrs. Barney responded with a smile, dripping water, and by the way, whispered and urged her son to lower her head to play with the nine-pointed star badge:

　　 "Luther, listen to my mother, put the Duke's gift away first, and see, there are so many fun things on the table."

　　 There, D.D’s father, the old Baron Doyle, turned his head and introduced enthusiastically to a marketing bureaucrat at the next table:

　　"Therefore, the grain harvest in my territory this year, the granary can’t be piled up... But you know, poor grain hurts farmers, if you can follow the law and follow the rules, when outsiders come to buy grain, The local market price of agricultural food is set high... I mean, you might as well set a reasonable price... Oh, so, understand, after all, you have to follow the rules..."

　　" By the way, did you see the two guards behind the Duke of Xinghu, pay attention to the more handsome one... Hey, that is the dog Daniel Doyle, who guards the royal family and is loyal and won Thales The Duke’s trust...So, with him here, every time I come to Mindis Hall, I feel like going home..."

　　" The big man with a serious face next to him is Karen Glover, a close friend who served the Duke with my son, brother brother! He is also the half-brother of Viscount Glover... which Glover Buddha? Oh, you know, it is the Viscount of Hushan County, Lozano Glover, one of the Seven Servants of the Star, the mainstay of the Kingdom Finance and Taxation Department..."

　　"Oh? What? You changed your mind? You also think that the low price hurts the farmers? Go back to check the relevant laws and regulations and adjust the price? Oh, my lord, I did not mistake you! To tell the truth, I am human Zi Gaojie agrees that he generally doesn't look at those vulgar and vulgar people, and only good people like you who worry about the country and the people follow the rules. It's rare to see it... come and drink..."

　　As the king and his party approached, these noble adults at the long table also stopped talking. Unlike many guests, they were so excited that they went forward and continued regardless of their manners, but they also stood up from the long table to pay respects.

　　 "There is no need to salute, everyone," Thales watched the king walk through the center of the hall, stepped onto the slow steps, walked from the most ordinary seats all the way to the long tables of the dukes, listening to him slowly speak: /

　　 "If you wait for you to kiss my ring one by one, then we won't be able to start until dawn."

　　The king's tone didn't care, but it was heavy but haunting the hall.

　　 But Thales' heart stunned, and he subconsciously touched the back of his hand.

　　 There are no rings.

　　"Pay attention to your performance," Aunt Elise by her side noticed his abnormality. Although she smiled, her tone was rarely severe: "Maybe Ji Ni can't care, but you..."

　　 Thales only felt his arm tighten.

　　 "You are a prince, facing the entire kingdom, your manners, expressions, eyes, tone... every move will be infinitely magnified and over-interpreted."

Aunt 　　 is holding him, but the words are full of power, making Thales straighten up and adjust his manner:

　　 "Put on your armor, or in Ji Ni's words: raise your shield."

　　 Thales took a deep breath, trying to make his smile natural.

　　 Under the guidance of the Palace Governor Baron Quentin and the Royal Guard Captain Adrian, the king took the queen and stepped onto the highest seats with great familiarity and sat down leisurely.

　　 Facing the guests, overlooking the lobby.

　　 and Thales was seated on the long table of the lower king level at the sign of Mallos and Gilbert, Aunt Elise and Gini sat on his left side, both of them He cast a concerned look.

　　 a few meters away, Jayne Kevin Deere at the table next door gave Thales a profound smile.

　　 Countless lights all moved upward, focusing on the few tables of people.

　　The guests had different expressions and different reactions, all from his perspective.

　　 Of course, from the perspective of the king, Thales must be the same.

　　 Thales listened to his heartbeat, but walked for a second without "professional". He suddenly remembered the moment when he stood on the podium in the memory of his previous life. The fluke and fantasy that you had in your school days All shattered:

　　 It turns out that for thousands of days, you were on the podium or under the desk, and the teachers saw all the little actions that you thought were hidden and low-key, and no one noticed.

　　 But they still pretended that nothing happened, and continued to lecture patiently and smilingly.

　　 It seems that the students in the audience are all good boys who listen carefully, don’t they?

　　 At this moment, Thales kept a smile, quietly watching the "good students" in the hall, and suddenly understood the height of the king's seat.

　　 "Damn it, zombie, sit there, or the beautiful maids...I mean the waiters can't make it through the food..." Doyle gritted his teeth from behind:

　　 "This place is too narrow, is it really for the prince? Barney's manor banquet is wider than this..."

　　 "Or, waiters don't have human rights..."

　　 Next door, Mallos, who was at the table with Gilbert, slashed over.

　　D.D's whispered complaint immediately disappeared in Thales' ears.

　　 The banquet hall slowly changed from noisy to quiet.

　　 The owner and prime minister of the East China Sea, Duke Cullen got up from the table with a smile. He first reached out to stop the music, and then saluted the king. His huge belly almost arched the heavy long table back several inches.

　　"Your Majesty, Yongxing City hasn't had such a big royal banquet for a long time. This is a grand event in the country..."

　　 But Kessel V just waved his hand gently, and indifferently blocked the Prime Minister’s words in his mouth.

　　 "I know why you are here."

　　 "You also know why I am here."

　　 The king’s cold voice echoed in the hall, just like his countless imperial meetings, suddenly lowering the temperature:

　　 "There is no need to waste time."

　　 Prime Minister Cullen, who had obviously prepared a lot of opening remarks, choked.

　　 I saw King Kessel leaning back on his chair and said lightly:

　　 "Let’s eat."

　　 In the hall, come to attend the rare royal banquet, looking forward to the festive and enthusiastic guests all in awe!

　　?

　　 At that moment, whether it is the calm and decent Sir Sir, or the dressed up ladies and ladies, or the performers who have worked hard to make a name here, the guards and servants who are struggling to maintain order... …

　　 Everyone seemed to be poured with cold water.

　　 The hall was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

　　 Princess Elise sighed, while Gilbert next door writhed.

　　 After a few seconds of silence, endless whispers began to sound in the hall, and the guests whispered to each other like a buzzing.

　　 Duke Cullen was stunned in place, somewhat at a loss.

　　 Thales felt the surrounding atmosphere, rolled his eyes and lowered his head subconsciously.

　　 Fuck.

　　 Papa Kessel.

　　 I underestimated you.

　　You are the strongest atmosphere killer in the kingdom!

　　 But speaking of the atmosphere killer...

　　 It would be fine if Duke Falkenhaus was here, as boring as him, he must know how to answer the conversation.

　　In the noisy buzzing sound, the guests' comments were different.

　　 "You know, Kessel used to be like this..." Aunt Elise leaned close to his ear and explained in a low voice awkwardly:

　　 "Maybe because the royal family hasn't held a banquet for too long..."

At the seat of 　　 Canxing Seven, the elderly Viscount Paterson disregarded the horrified eyes of his two nephews and hummed disdainfully and disrespectfully:

　　 "No matter how many years have passed...Even if he wears the crown, the boy's speech is still rotten."

　　 "I guess he said this when he was going to be a woman: Let's fuck."

　　 The guests at the same table who said this were a little embarrassed and all laughed and said nothing.

　　 Until Viscount Adrian responded appropriately:

　　"Concise, efficient and straightforward."

　　 "Your Majesty is indeed our role model."

　　 Viscount Paterson snorted, yin and yang weird and vague:

　　 "We?"

　　 On the other side, Baron Stoke turned his head and nodded blankly:

　　 "We."

　　 At the seats of distant foreign guests, Jorge from Elk City in Northland was bright in front of the officials.

　　 "This king has a kind..."

　　 his beard smiles, ignoring the gazes of people around:

　　 "Damn, I start to like him."

The 　　 scene lasted for several seconds, until the Duke of Cullen sighed and coughed severely, suppressing the gradual discussion situation, and recommenced to speak hard:

　　 "Your Majesty, but as usual, you are required to toast at the beginning of the banquet..."

　　King Kessel slowly raised his head, as if he was waking up from his thoughts:

　　 "Really? I almost forgot."

　　 Duke Cullen nodded and smiled:

　　 "Yes, think about the banquets you attended when you were young, right? Many of them were held here..."

The King 　　 squinted his eyes, and his voice is as thick as before, which makes people feel stern:

　　 "But then it was not my turn to give a speech, right?"

　　The Duke of the East China Sea trembled immediately.

　　 "Your Majesty, this..."

　　 His face was pale, his lips opened and closed, and he still couldn't answer the word.

　　 Thales looked at the embarrassment that Duke Cullen had to pay attention to public influence and take care of the king's face, and was choked with nothing to say, and couldn't help sympathizing with him.

　　 When I thought that this poor fat grandpa was actually the Prime Minister, he would be embarrassed by King Kessel at the Imperial Conference every day...

　　 "Okay."

　　King Kessel snorted softly, he let go of the poor prime minister and looked at the seat one rank lower:

　　 "Child, you come."

　　 Thales met the king's eyes, and subconsciously followed the instinct of etiquette training, and nodded in response to His Majesty the King.

　　 The courtesy is perfect and the smile is decent.

　　 to show loyalty.

　　But...

　　?

　　 After a few tenths of a second, the young Duke of Xinghu came to his senses, his smile stagnated.

　　You wait.

　　What did he say?

　　, come, what?

　　 In the next moment, everyone's eyes in the hall were rushing!

　　 is like countless gleaming swords, covering Thales' whole body.

　　 Duke Cullen exhaled and sat down tremblingly.

　　 The king lowered his head again and played with the wine glass in his hand, as if everything just had nothing to do with him.

　　 Thales realized the situation now.

　　 He turned his head stubbornly and saw the look in Queen Keya’s expectation, Ji Ni’s surprised and worried look, Gilbert’s anxious expression, Mallos’s thoughtful expression, and countless...

　　 "Thyls."

　　Princess Iris smiled unabated, calmly, but pushed his arm under the table, and a few weak mosquito-like syllables appeared in the shape of her mouth.

　　 "Quickly, don't hesitate, give a speech."

　　 "Whatever you want."

　　After several months of training, Prince Thales stood up instinctively without anyone reminding him.

　　 Thanks to Ji Ni’s etiquette class, he is graceful and calm.

　　 Only Thales himself knows, that's all fake.

　　At this moment, Hell River’s crime is desperately helping him stabilize his body reaction, from joints, muscles, blood vessels, heartbeat...

　　 looks like a poor paster who is panting and running back and forth~IndoMTL.com~ He demolished the east wall to repair the west wall, but still can't stop the house from leaking.

　　 Thales took a deep breath, and while still smiling calmly, he used his brains frantically.

　　 No, speech, what speech?

　　 Festival, is this one in the program?

　　 I didn’t mention it during the banquet rehearsal!

　　 Thales was extremely stiff, and in the eyes of outsiders, he twisted his neck calmly, and raised the wine glass on his hand that was filled with no idea and no time to know what it was.

　　 He looked at a pair of eyes in the hall full of various emotions: doubt, curiosity, expectation, fanaticism, gloating...

　　The crime of the Prison River is a bit at a loss, and has been changing back and forth, but still can't figure out what the master wants at this moment: explosive power? speed? lasting? agile? Senses? balance?

　　 Still fighting forever, you die and you die, kill everything in front of you, the bloodyness that just stopped?

　　 Thales tried his best to suppress the crime of Hell River, which had become more aggressive because he could not find the target.

　　 After all, this is not a fight for life.

　　 Thales smiled miserably, raised his glass, nodded slightly, and cleared his throat to delay time.

　　No, this is much harder than fighting.

　　 fight? Pick up opponents such as the meteorite, the dead crow, the wings of legend, and the penalty knight?

　　 That's a piece of cake!

　　:. :