Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 41: Relentlessly

On the long table of the dukes, Prime Minister Cullen sighed with lingering fears, Jane sneered slightly, the Cyclops had no expression on his face, and Duke Val was still pouring himself and drinking himself without being aside.

　　 Banquet speech, banquet speech...

　　 Thales muttered silently, but his brain was blank.

　　 The dead line for handing in homework is at zero o’clock, but until 11:50 in the evening, the documents in your hand are still empty.

　　 etc.

　　 Banquet speech, it’s not without reference, is it?

　　 Next second.

　　"My lord, welcome, welcome to Mindis Hall."

　　 Thales held the wine glass in one hand, and walked slowly out of his seat so that everyone could see him.

　　 Out of politeness, the guests stood up.

　　He looked around the hall slowly and calmly ("Quickly, what should I say in the next sentence..."-Thales' inner monologue), his voice echoed, clearly audible:

　　 "The distinguished guests are full of doors, and the seats are full of friends."

　　"Since I was little, I have only attended such a big banquet once."

　　 Thales lowered his head, seeming to be remembering, and paused for a few more seconds.

　　He raised his head and smiled:

　　 "You know, in Longxiao City."

　　 "King Nunn wants to thank me... uh, he killed his son."

　　 There was a burst of laughter in the banquet hall.

　　Except the guests from the north, they are all pale.

　　 Thales shrugged helplessly.

　　 banquet.

　　 At that moment, King Nunn, who was holding his glass, inevitably came out of the boy's mind with his bold and rugged appearance.

　　 also came with the Northland special welcome banquet, the powerful and shocking voice of the natural king:

　　【Come on! eat! drink! hit! Fuck! Do whatever you want! 】

　　【Until you lie down, roll, soften, crawl, and are carried out of my palace! 】

　　【Assholes! 】

　　 Thales curled up the corners of his mouth and silently glanced at the civilized stars and guests.

　　 decisively kicked the roaring King Nunn out of his mind.

　　 "Trust me, you guys wouldn't want to be there."

　　 Thales sighed:

　　 "The food in Longxiao City is terrible, and the wine is not good. It's a sin."

　　 Some guests laughed.

　　 Thales shrugged, his eyebrows danced:

　　 "I guess, that's why he wants to thank me for killing his son."

　　 There was another laughter in the hall, one after another.

　　 Iris glanced at Thales with a weird look, worried about his boldness.

　　 Mallos whispered to the nervous Gilbert, telling him that this is the way the Duke has been complaining over the past few months. Just get used to it.

　　 Jorge hummed unpleasantly.

　　 "Yes, that's why, when the Grand Duke Heisha sat on the throne and drank the terrible special wine of Longxiao City..."

　　 Thales shook the glass.

　　 "He regretted it."

　　 The laughter in the hall began to become normal.

　　 "King Chaman hates me, and imprisoned me for six years..."

　　 Thales looked at everyone, quite puzzled:

　　 "But I really can't help him, I mean..."

　　 The Duke of Star Lake shrugged his shoulders toward the hall, showing his helpless expression:

　　 "I can't kill every King Exeter, right?"

　　 The laughter in the hall grew louder and louder. Unexpectedly, Duke Val was among them. He stared at his wine glass and laughed unabashedly.

　　King Kessel narrowed his eyes.

　　 Thales took a deep breath, reached out and pressed it, to stop the laughter in the banquet hall.

　　"Well, many of you here may know me."

When the 　　 dukes took their seats, many people had mixed reactions.

　　 "Yes, I just finished a six-year journey," Thales faced the guests sternly, and was satisfied to see that they were also sitting in jeopardy, raising his cup:

　　"Civilized and elegant, peaceful and peaceful."

　　Some guests couldn't help but laugh.

　　 But Thales’s tone turned sharply:

　　 "And my return must have brought surprises to many people, because I can see in your eyes: doubts, vigilance, alienation, hostility."

　　The last word chilled the originally relaxed and happy atmosphere in the banquet hall.

　　 Cyclops and Iris Duke stared at Thales, thoughtfully.

　　 Thales turned halfway, not looking at the king’s expression:

　　"What did this prince who suddenly appeared six years ago become after returning from an enemy country? What will he bring to you? What will it bring to the kingdom? Is it stability or turbulence, stability or Change?"

　　"Understandable, because I have the same doubts."

　　 Thales' complexion is solemn:

　　 "Some people are happy, some people are confused, some people wait and see, some people hesitate, of course, maybe some people don't want to see me appear."

　　 even the whole hall was completely quiet.

　　 "But I remember six years ago, when I was about to leave the country, an adult warned me," Thales looked at the wine glass in his hand with a serious expression:

　　 "Go to Exeter, go between the children of the North Wind and the Dragon, go from another angle, another world, see another star, maybe I can gain something."

　　The Duke of South Traeste's eyes changed when he saw him.

　　 "I did gain something."

　　 Thales raised his head and raised his eyebrows:

　　"The most important thing is...Don't drink Exeter wine."

　　 The guests burst into laughter again.

　　K Thales is back on track soon:

　　 "But I am still confused."

　　 This time, Duke Xinghu no longer has the joke in his eyes:

　　 "The joke is a joke, but there is no doubt that Nunn VII is a great king."

　　" He was decisive, far-sighted, generous, heroic, and wise, but even a natural king like him could not avoid his misfortune, failed to save the disaster in Longxiao City, failed to prevent Egypt The decline of Kester."

　　Many guests began to whisper.

　　 Thales’ expression seemed to be thoughtful.

　　"This makes me wonder."

　　"How do we live next to them, how do we rule, how do we move forward, so as not to be so, without regrets?"

　　 Thales paused for a few seconds to let the guests' comments ferment, and then he raised his head upright:

　　 "To be honest, I don't know."

　　 Thales said loudly:

　　"But when I stepped into this hall, I thought, at least I knew where the answer was."

　　 Thales raises his glass:

　　 "Today is not only about me..."

　　"Three thousand years ago, today, the ancient kings all marched north, desperately, against the orcs, and chasing the saint for thousands of miles."

　　 Thales recalled the Errol world history class:

　　"It is not just the King Ansett of Rock Ridge, but Ludor, Chavin, Northland, Thornland, Far Mountain, Kailunsa, Salt Land... It was countless nations and countless nations of that era. The human beings of countless city-states are united, selfless and fearless, to create miracles and write epics."

　　 Tells Yang said:

　　"They stood on the glacier, stepped on the skulls of the orcs, and declared to the world: as long as they work together, humans will be invincible!"

　　Many guests looked serious and raised their wine glasses in salute.

　　"On the contrary..."

　　 Thales lowered his expression and looked at each guest carefully: Duke Cullen with an innocent face, Jane with a gloomy face, Gusde with a thoughtful look, and Val silently...

　　 "Split leads to decline, infighting leads to weakness, selfish ones despise, and slain ones end."

　　 Thales’ voice thickened, he looked around, no doubt:

　　"Believe me, I have witnessed how the descendants of the hero Nikaru live: King Nunn’s domineering tyranny brings up and down suspicion, King Chaman’s tyranny has made him countless enemies, and the grand princes’ ambitions make the kingdom Turbulence, and the fanatical blindness and self-righteousness of the people in the North have made things worse and irreversible."

　　He is serious and authentic:

　　 "So I understand, whether it is the battle of the saint or the kingdom of today, only by overcoming these weaknesses, only by uniting one heart, and only by unity, can we stand on the ground and look up to the sky."

　　 Thales said loudly:

　　"It’s like today, like yesterday, like tomorrow. In countless days and nights, I and all the kings here will be one and the same, and I will be determined to do it!"

　　 Gilbert and a few friends have weird expressions, seeming to be surprised by the prince's performance.

　　 In the next second, Thales raised the wine glass above his head and shouted angrily:

　　"Respect the stars!"

　　 only listen to Thales’s long channel:

　　"Bath her light for us for seven hundred years, thank her for her greatness, shelter her wings, and share her glory!"

　　 there was a second of silence.

　　Until the shackles of the Duke of the North, Val Allende raised his glass unexpectedly and replied decisively:

　　"Respect the stars!"

　　 The one-eyed Duke of Clifford, Kosde Nantriste smiled and also raised his glass:

　　"Respect the stars!"

　　 Immediately afterwards, Queen Keya also raised the glass in anticipation and cooperation, motivating a large number of guests who were not used to it.

　　 Soon, under the urging of the queen's eyes, the king hummed softly, and raised the glass indifferently.

　　 There is a precedent, the guests were aroused, and they raised their glasses together and responded:

　　"Respect the stars!"

　　 The hall suddenly boiled, and the sound shook the dome.

　　 Jorge and Levi Trudida sitting in the corner looked around, raising their glasses awkwardly in order to get together.

　　 Thales took a deep breath and drove out the anxiety like a duck in his heart:

　　 "To the king!"

　　 Thales turned to King Kessel, raised his wine glass, and tried not to read the extremely complicated meaning in the latter’s eyes:

　　"He was ordered to turn the tide for him when he was in danger, and he worked hard for decades to guard the kingdom with determination!"

　　 the guests in the hall gradually got used to it and echoed in unison:

　　 "To the king!"

　　 Thales’ words became smoother, he turned around, looked at the whole hall, and turned the glass around:

　　"Respect to ourselves!"

　　"For all the monarchs present here and our ancestors, for hundreds of years as a day, we will work together to carry forward the most glorious past of mankind! And we will, as always, unstoppable!"

　　The guests raised their glasses in response, like a flash flood:

　　"Respect to ourselves!"

　　 Thales let out a sigh of relief, he smiled and looked north again:

　　 "There is—"

　　 Thales yelled sincerely:

　　 "Fuck you! Chaman Rumba!"

　　 No need to remind, no one seems to think, many people follow and drink without hesitation:

　　 "Fuck you! Chaman Rumba!"

　　 After shouting this sentence, many people were taken aback first, then reacted and roared with laughter.

　　 This time, the guests from different backgrounds at different seats are rarely the same. Including Northlanders like Jorge and Levi, they all shouted without complaint and sincere.

　　 But at this moment, a different cry penetrated the crowd, loudly resounding:

　　"To Duke Thales!"

　　 Thales was slightly surprised.

　　 is a young aristocrat with ordinary clothes and not surprising appearance. He stood in the seats of foreign guests and raised his glass resolutely:

　　 "For his enlightenment, wisdom, mind, courage-and youth!"

　　Everyone was startled again, but soon, many people responded one after another:

　　 "Duke Jingxing Lake!"

　　 "To Prince Thales!"

　　 "Respect Can Star!"

　　The response and harmony in the hall are one after another, with great momentum, but many people are regretting it:

　　 Why didn’t you speak first?

　　 Thales listened to the echo in the hall, ignoring the expression of the king behind him, and took a deep breath.

　　 "Everyone!"

　　 Thales looked firm, without shaking his eyes, raised his glass and shouted the last prolonged toast:

　　 "If the stars are here--"

　　 Without any reminder, the guests who were provoked in the audience reacted together and shouted out the second half of the words that are familiar:

　　"——The empire will live forever!"

　　 Thales hit the iron while it was hot, raised his head to the cup, and spilled a lot for the heroic effect of drinking.

　　 Fortunately, it is not the rye distilled spirit of the Northland.

　　 is the grape fruit wine produced by Xingchen.

　　 Thales lowered his head and saw that the guests were almost drinking, he laughed and said:

　　"Very good, then let the party—"

　　 The next second, Thales instinctively pushes the glass down:

　　 "Let’s start!"

　　 But this time, Thales didn't hear the thrilling sound that he had been familiar with in the past few years, when the heavy wooden wine glass in the Northland collided with the dining table or stone brick.

　　 but...

　　 "Papa--"

　　 Thales trembled!

　　This voice...

　　 crisp, sweet, pure...

　　 Make people...

　　 Heartbroken.

　　Everyone was stunned.

　　 There was a sudden silence in the banquet hall.

　　 The Duke of Star Lake lowered his head with difficulty and looked at his feet, the precious glass wine glass that had been broken into a scum.

　　Xiete.

　　 Thales realized immediately: He got into trouble.

　　He moved his feet expressionlessly, trying to leave the scene of the crime, but his boots stepped on the glass slag, and instead made a heart-palpitating noise.

　　 This made more eyes shot at once, focusing on the prince.

　　The guests at the royal banquet looked at each other.

　　 Many people are still holding the glasses they just finished drinking.

　　 They looked at the Duke of Xinghu who had just committed the serious crime of murdering the blackjack in front of the entire kingdom, and were at a loss.

　　 Until the remote seat, Jorge from Elk City drank the wine, excited, and smashed down without any lag!

　　 "Papa--"

　　 The sound of broken glass shocked everyone again.

　　 But in the next moment, Gilbert reacted most quickly, and saw that he spilled the endless wine without hesitation, and threw his hand on the ground!

　　 "Pop!"

　　 Next to him, the captain of Thales’s guard, Lord Mallos was expressionless, but he smashed the glass!

　　 "Pop!"

　　 jewels and jade are in front, many winking stars and guests have reacted, stepping forward, and seeing people who are skilled or unskilled, accustomed or unaccustomed, like or dislike all raised their hands and smashed their cups!

　　 "Flap! Clap! Boom! Hiss..."

　　 For a time, the banquet hall burst like ice, silver bottles exploded, and the crisp and sharp cracking sounds one after another, echoing before and after, like an entire marching concerto.

　　 Even the high-ranking Queen Keya raised his hand enthusiastically and watched the queen’s special wine glass flew out of an arc and landed on the floor...

　　 Ten thousand pieces of broken corpses.

　　More than that, Gilbert gave the palace chief a vigorous wink.

　　 The latter reacted and waved quickly.

　　Musicians, clowns, and minstrels all stepped forward, played music, and performed.

　　 And the servants hurriedly screamed at each other, stepping on the glass slags all over the floor with the thick soles, and they all stepped forward in the rustling sound, and served meals.

　　The banquet begins.

　　Music and performances, food and wine, the atmosphere in the banquet hall finally revived.

　　 The conversation, discussion, and laughter of the guests finally sounded unscrupulously.

　　 overwhelmed the uproar and consternation caused by Thales's "smooth", sudden and embarrassing.

　　 Gilbert exhaled.

　　The Minister of Foreign Affairs touched his forehead, already sweating coldly.

　　His Royal Highness......

　　 And the culprit, the instigator, the noble Duke of Xinghu Thales, stepped on the broken glass in no way, and mechanically returned to his seat in the double "music" between his ears and feet.

　　 "Tels,"

　　 Iris dragged her leg quietly, and swept aside the half of the wine glass she had just smashed into pieces because of her unskilledness, and asked hesitantly and suspiciously:

　　 "About just now..."

　　 "I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my fault," Thalespie said without a smile, remembering that although his aunt taught him, although he was full of shame and embarrassment, his face was calm, as if Born to be like this:

　　 "I just..."

　　 "Get used to it."

　　 At the highest seat, King Kessel was expressionless, just gently put down the intact wine glass in his hand.

　　 In the entire hall, in addition to the scramble for the opening of the banquet, many guests are also talking about it, such as the seats of the seven stars.

　　 "Is this a star or Exeter's banquet?" Baron Stout frowned.

　　 Viscount Patterson snorted and looked at Prince Thales, who was like nothing but a smile:

　　 "Does this matter?"

　　 "Haha, so lively," Old Baron Doyle laughed:

　　 "Being active is loved by someone!"

　　 The others are silent.

　　 But some people don’t think so.

　　As the palace chief, the Baron Quentin who came to the Mindis Hall to help arrange the banquet was dumbfounded, shaking and calling his servant: "clean...clean..."

　　"Also, let me send you a batch of new queen glasses..."

　　 But he reacted quickly and stopped the servant.

　　 "Wait!"

　　 "Remember, double the amount."

　　 Baron Quentin gritted his teeth in grief, he looked at the fragments of the hall, and said to the puzzling servant:

　　 "Spare."

　　 Just as the banquet atmosphere became more heated, everyone was immersed in food and wine or talking and laughing, and when there was no time for him to take care of him, in a remote seat that no one noticed, a serious guest looked in a daze, and there was a moment. Fork the goose on the plate.

　　 The next second, he moved his ribs.

　　The guest changed slightly and wanted to turn around, but a familiar old voice slowly slipped into his ears, causing him to stagnate.

　　 "Don't look back."

　　The old-fashioned voice slowly said:

　　 "You should know how difficult it is to bring this thing in."

　　 The guest was stiff, but he put down his right hand and took the other party’s "things" under the table in a calm manner.

　　 "Why?" the guest asked suspiciously.

　　The voice of the old man seems to be non-existent, as if he doesn't care:

　　 "I know what you are going to do, but obviously, this one is more effective."

　　"If you really make up your mind~IndoMTL.com~the thoughts of the guests will be tight.

　　 He looked at the fork on the table, and said with difficulty: "Why?"

　　 But the old man’s voice did not answer, but said slowly:

　　 "Remember, find the target."

　　 "You only have one chance."

　　Customers clenched their teeth:

　　 "I don't understand, he clearly rejected me, why..."

　　 But the old voice has stopped answering.

　　 as if it never appeared.

　　The guest took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stuffed the stuff under his ribs into his clothes.

　　Find the right goal?

　　 The guests slowly raised their heads and looked at the top of the banquet hall, where the king was headed.

　　, there sits an unhurried but extraordinary person...

　　young.

　　The guest breathed in a trance, and his eyes changed from pain, suffering, unrestrained, jealous, and hesitation to unshakable perseverance and fierceness.

　　 He stared at the high-spirited young duke, gently pressing the stranger's gift under his clothes.

　　 There was a chill on the skin on his hands.

　　 He knew that it was a short sword.

　　 good quality.

　　 The blade is cold.

　　 is merciless.

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