Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 42: Charman Rumba

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"Ok, he woke up..."

Thyls woke up in the chaotic crowd and opened his eyes to see Ramon's big nose. Product Book (wWW.VoDtw.coM)

What happened just now?

The magic gun shot me...

Is it "out of control" again?

He panted, Ramon was squeezed out of sight, and Putila's thin face, Wiya's anxious expression, and the half of his face under Ada's cloak were squeezed in.

"What's wrong?" Thales asked weakly.

"Get out of the way, get out! Respect the doctor!" Ramon's dissatisfied voice came from the side: "Give us a clearing! Your Royal Highness needs further examination!"

The three faces in the field of vision disappeared, and Ramon's big nose reappeared.

"How am I?" Thales asked softly, feeling his whole body.

"You are fine now. In fact, most people don't have the vitality and resilience like you..." Ramon frowned and said, "But your body..."

"Okay," Thales interrupted him, struggling to sit up, moving his right arm, and looking around: "This is not the time to talk about this."

Lamon obviously felt an abnormality in his body...but how can he talk in such a place?

But Ramon seemed unwilling to give up, and Thales clenched his fist in his next sentence.

"Listen, Your Royal Highness," Ramon gritted his teeth while bandaging the shoulder he had just injured in the melee, and whispered: "Others may not know, but I can feel it: those magic guns It’s not that the shot was missed... but what you moved to make them misaligned..."

What?

Tyles tried his best to control his astonishment and not let himself be overly surprised.

What did he know?

"I don't know what you are talking about." Thales replied unceremoniously: "It's time for me to get up... tell them the prince is okay."

But Ramon still chattered with dissatisfaction: "Whether it is a supernatural power or something...Look at their reaction, I guess this is not something everyone knows, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t have any secrets to you. Interest, only a little..."

He lowered his head and said viciously: "Let me go after the border, I will never join your **** journey again! Otherwise..."

"What about otherwise?" Thales turned his head abruptly and glared at him: "Use your power to bring people back to life against me?"

Ramon was startled slightly.

"You are not a doctor, Ramon," Thales whispered coldly: "Yes, I know this clearly: What you use to cure diseases and save people is another power..."

"I guess this is not something everyone knows, is it?" He nodded his forehead as he looked at Ramon's incredulous expression.

"Let’s talk about this later."

Tyles stood up, leaving Ramon in a daze.

The magic gun troops in the distance have already withdrawn. The Rage Guard was packing up the battlefield, tying the corpses of their comrades with ropes, and sadness and anger gathered in every face.

Damn it.

Thyls sighed and clenched his fists: If this is everything I have to face in the future...

Damn it.

He raised his head, and Exeter's barracks were in front of him.

"What happened?" Thales walked to Putila with difficulty and waved his hand to indicate that he was okay: "The Exter... let us go?"

"They retreated after the first serve failed," Putila frowned and looked at Thales: "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, I just took off just now... I feel good now." Thales said unquestionably.

"What is the magic gun?" Thales asked with lingering fear, clutching his chest.

"A powerful weapon for siege and defense," Putila shook his head: "But every shot is expensive, the source is rare, and the efficiency is low."

No.

Not right.

It's not that simple—from the weird name to the mysterious working principle.

Thyls secretly said.

"Excuse me, your lord, are you really okay? You just stopped breathing..." Wiya shook his head worriedly and walked to him.

"I said, I'm fine now." Thales interrupted him coldly: "We have more important things to do."

Wiya frowned.

This is a secret I must keep.

Sorry.

Tyles raised his head with apologies to Wiya and looked forward.

"What's that?" Thales narrowed his eyes.

Not far from the front, the scarred Araka is glaring at a gray helmeted knight riding on a horse.

"One of Exter's "five generals", the leader of the anti-devil armed "Sun Saber"," Putila said vigilantly: "The fiery knight, Rom Tulleha."

"Rumba sent him over by himself, as if to make peace," Putila shook his head: "If Rumba is really crazy and wants to kill us all, why give up halfway?"

Yes.

After all, Rumba has no reason to kill me.

Then why...

"But we have come to this point," Putila said slowly, "Can't look back."

Thyls nodded slightly.

"Are you Your Royal Highness Thales?" Tulha saw Thales from a distance.

"Under Romford Tulha," the gray-helmeted knight looked at Araka warily, while slowly saying: "Master Chaman Rumba invites you to meet him."

Tyles sighed and strode forward.

"Grand Duke Black Sand...I thought he would be more friendly," Thales looked around, looked at the scorched corpses and the bruised soldiers and members of the mission, and resisted his dissatisfaction: "And It’s not that after killing most of us, we pretend to offer invitations."

Tulha raised his head and looked at the Broken Dragon Fortress in the distance.

"If you have any comments, you can ask the Grand Duke himself," the burning knight's eyes under the gray helmet were sharp and deep: "I am only responsible for bringing you to him."

Tyles gritted his teeth and exhaled.

At this moment, the grim-faced Araka strode towards Tuleha: "Did you forget something? Exter?"

The words of the kingdom's anger contain anger.

"Forget it, Araka, let's go back," Tuleha looked at Kingdom Fury with a bad eyesight, and turned his horse's head: "The Grand Duke doesn't welcome you... Whether it's you or your guard."

"You only came to **** the prince, didn't you?"

"Rumba didn't welcome me, what are you kidding me?" Araka said viciously: "His brother died in his hands, and his father died in my hands-with this in common, we should be able to talk. That's right."

Thyls frowned.

"Especially, I killed so many soldiers of him, and he killed so many soldiers of me..." Arakahan said: "We will definitely become'good friends'."

"The battle is over, and you can't change its outcome." Tolha replied indifferently, as if he had become accustomed to the opponent's provocation: "Those who died in battle are certainly worth remembering, but the living cannot forget their mission. "

"What is your mission? Araka?"

Araka lowered his head and looked at a tow rope made of a scorched corpse not far away, his fists tightened.

"You played bravely, but your mission has been completed." Tuleha looked at his opponent coldly: "You should be thankful, we didn't take the opportunity to grab the bow."

"Why don't you give it a try?" Araka grabbed the bow fiercely, and set one end of it in the snow: "You brought that knife anyway, didn't you?"

"One day, I will," Tulha's eyes were clear, and he shook his head: "But not now."

"One day," he said slowly: "We will settle all of each other's blood debts."

Araka stared at him steadily, making a disturbing sneer.

"His Royal Highness?" Tuleha did not look at Araka again, he nodded slightly at Ma, and then stretched out his hand in the direction of the barracks.

Thyls looked at Putila, who gave him a supportive look.

"I don't think we have another choice, do we?" Thales looked at the Grey Helmet, who smiled at him.

"Well," Thales looked at the messy battlefield, let out a sigh, and walked forward: "Let's see the host of this welcome ceremony."

Thyls looked at Araka with an indistinct expression: "Thank you, Baron Mu."

"And your... Kingdom Fury." Thales added hesitantly.

Araka did not respond, he just silently watched his guard clean up the battlefield.

Thyls sighed and lowered his head, he turned and walked towards the barracks.

Putila was the first to follow Thales, followed by Wya and Rolf, while Edda looked around the corpses and walked to the back of the team.

Willow supported Jenard, while Ramon followed in dissatisfaction with the push of several soldiers.

"Child!"

Thyls looked back in surprise,

On the snow, Araka lowered his head and inserted his motionless bow back into his back.

"The soldiers under me, including your mission, have died for more than a half," Kingdom Fury said silently: "Just to send you here."

Araka Mu raised his head, eyes full of emotions that Thales could not understand:

"Don't let them die in vain."

Thyls was startled.

But Kingdom Fury has turned around.

Araka grabbed a rope, dragged the remains of four or five soldiers, and walked toward the path without looking back.

Behind him were the only remaining Fury Guards, and the remains of their comrades who were dragged by ropes in the snow, or intact or mutilated.

Lonely back.

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The Exeter’s barracks appeared wild and rough. The camp walls were simply constructed from tree trunks cut from the large needle forest beside them. The soldiers’ resting tents were erected with thick branches, but they were comparable. What impressed Thales more was the people of Exter.

They are so "enthusiastic".

Thyls even suspected that if Tuleha hadn't led the horse to lead the way, the people of Exter would have rushed.

The Exter soldiers standing guard stared at a planetary man with a bad look, and even a sentry spit on his feet viciously.

A group of cavalry who had just returned to camp passed by them, looking at the stars they held high, and laughing provocatively at them.

"Go back, Southerner," an Exeter soldier carrying heavy armor and a large sword shouted to the mission in disgust: "Imperials are not welcome in the North!"

"Despite your dream of your empire!" A naked man sitting by the fire with a giant axe hammered his chest and roared: "First of all, we must spit out our territory! North! The land belongs only to the people of the North!"

"They killed our prince, but let a child come and beg for peace!" They walked past a circle of soldiers sitting on the left, and a leading soldier pointed at the mission and cursed: "This is the Empire 'Shameless!"

The people around responded angrily, glaring at them.

"Do you know why?" The soldier said loudly: "Because the men of their country were killed by us twelve years ago!"

The people around him burst into laughter, echoing him: "They should send a princess!"

"Same as a little boy," a soldier said mockingly: "As long as we are beautiful enough-we don't care whether we are in front or behind!"

There was another burst of laughter.

"Should I be surprised," Thales raised his head and sighed, "Or, is this the way the Exterians say ‘hello’ to the Stars?"

"Don't be surprised, Your Royal Highness," Putila said to the stiff-faced Thales easily:

"For more than six hundred years since the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the relationship between Xingchen and Exeter has always been poor. Both the history of the empire and the competition in the Westland are sufficient reasons for our hostility. I snatched it from Exeter before."

"History first gave birth to hatred, and hatred writes history again."

Putila sighed:

"Only the Continental War can make us forget our perception of each other for a short time, and fight side by side rarely-during the Third Continental War, the hero Sara and the Oath-keeping King Midil were close friends, and they were the prophets of the Conmas Alliance. Kai Peng, the expeditionary force that made concerted efforts to fight the Eastland. But unfortunately, they finally broke and turned, and Dragon and Xingchen lost the rare opportunity to repair."

"But this is a military camp. Other places are much better. Many people in the North don't care about those nihilistic things." Wiya nodded, "After all, civilians who run for life are different from soldiers who are full of blood."

"They called us to be'empires', why?" Thales frowned and asked, "Isn't the empire in the end more than six hundred years old? Even if there is real enmity, it must be traced back to a thousand Isn’t it the ancient empire many years ago?"

"This is their irony to us." Putila shook his head, with a complex expression: "Xingchen people have always been proud of the blood and heritage of the empire, but unfortunately, the impression of the empire on the world is not good."

"Not only the people of the Northern Lands, the Alanya Kingdom in the Thorny Lands, and the Duchy of Anrenzo in the Dragon Kiss Basin. People there also have a bad impression of us. Every time there is a need-such as during wars, this generation The ancient sentiments passed down from generation to generation will be exaggerated and magnified, and it is much more effective to increase soldiers’ rewards."

Empire.

Imperial people.

Thyls sighed and hid the information in his mind.

"Speaking of this, the recruitment and mobilization of more than 10,000 people is almost the limit of the black sand collar." Putila looked at the dense military camps in front of him: "I think Rumba's supplies and expenses are also choking, black sand collar It’s not a rich place."

"For the North. They must have planned for a long time and cost a lot."

The stars finally followed Tuleha and walked to a huge tent.

Already waiting for a tall military nobleman in front of the tent to come forward and nod slightly to Tuleha.

The tall nobleman bowed to Thales and said, "Is this His Royal Highness Thales, when we meet for the first time, I am Lhasa Kanda."

"The Viscount of the Kingdom of Exeter, the fief is located in the city of Munton in the Black Sands."

"Everyone from the mission, please follow me to rest. As for Your Highness," Viscount Kanda nodded and looked at Thales: "Justice is waiting for your visit."

Thyls frowned.

"This is a separate meeting," Kanda looked at Thales with scorching eyes: "The black sand collar and the prince of the stars."

"Don't worry," Viscount Kanda raised his hand and stopped Putila and Wiya, who wanted to say something, with a firm tone: "His Royal Highness is already here, at least before arriving at Longxiao City to see your Majesty. He will be fine."

Thyls sighed softly and smiled: "I don't think we still have much choice, do we?"

"Do you know, Your Highness, I suddenly figured it out." Putila said silently, his eyes gleaming: "Rumba is not crazy."

Tyles' heart moved.

Kanda frowned and made a "please" gesture to Thales.

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The tent of the Grand Duke himself is very tall and spacious, but it is not bright. The floor is covered with thick carpets and embroidered with powerful iron fist patterns.

Sitting at a thick square table full of food was a rough man, about forty years old, with gray hair and blue eyes, his chin covered with stubble, and he was wearing fine chain armor with iron rings. He was chewing Grilled meat on the table.

An iron brazier was burning on one side, reflecting the man's face more mysteriously.

Thyls noticed that a sabre with a polished leather sheath was also lying horizontally on the table.

He looked calmly at the actual ruler of the black sand collar, Grand Duke Chaman Rumba.

Rumba puts a ball of barbecue into his mouth, while watching him steadily, making Thales uncomfortable.

"You and I imagine you need to be calm."

The Grand Duke said slowly.

Thyls sighed.

"Perhaps," he walked to the table and climbed a chair to sit down: "But facing the enemy who owes me hundreds of lives and blood debts, I really can't think of any other expressions... even anger is superfluous. ."

Rumba picked up a wooden wine glass and poured it into his mouth violently, his Adam's apple swallowing continuously.

The Grand Duke put down the wine glass, wiped the spilled wine with the back of his left hand, grabbed a piece of hind leg meat, and took a bite.

"According to the news from the stars...you really don't look like a child who is only seven years old."

"When life is not easy, you have to learn to mature earlier." Thales shrugged.

"Eat, good venison," Rumba pushed a plate of roasted meat over: "The prince of the stars can't starve to death in my barracks."

Thyls frowned as he looked at the rude barbecue.

"You are very kind, the reverse shock is indeed beyond my expectation," Rumba said coldly:

"Who made this decision? Maybe I should reward him well so that my plans for several years will be ruined."

"You." Thales pulled the plate in front of him, drew out the dagger without looking up, and began to cut the meat.

Rumba raised his brows.

"This is your decision, Lord Lord," Thales said quietly, cutting the venison, "You killed half of us on the first day I stepped into the border of Exter... So we can only choose the most unfavorable road for you."

"You stand here every day looking at the opposite fortress. How long have you been watching? Two weeks? Three weeks?"

"I guess, the supplies, food and accommodation for more than 10,000 people are not easy to maintain?" Thales shrugged: "I am really worried about the finances of the black sand collar."

He picked up a thumb-sized piece of venison cut off and put it into his mouth.

It tastes good.

Rumba stopped eating and drinking. He looked straight at Thales, his eyes full of sternness.

"You know," the Grand Duke said slowly: "I originally planned to save your life. It is enough to kill the people around you."

Thyls frowned.

His venison was not well cut.

"But we encountered the magic gun troops... the kind of attack," Thales snorted, and he began to cut off a piece of meat: "It's killing me."

"That was an accident." Lombard said flatly.

"Accident..." Thales was angrily smiled, and he put down the dagger in his hand: "You take the magic gun..."

But he was taken aback.

Wait.

Putila said, Rumba is not crazy.

So...

Tyles looked at Rumba blankly.

Could it be that.

"Is that an accident?" Thales asked incredulously.

"It was an accident." Rumba put his arms on the table, his eyes burning.

Tyles closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

A long while.

"You didn't send the magic gun unit." Thales opened his eyes, affirmatively.

"I didn't." Rumba put down his glass and shook his head slowly.

"You didn't intend to kill me either." Thales continued.

"I didn't." Rumba's eyes burned.

Tyles clenched his teeth.

"So that's it." He exhaled and laughed out: "There is another person in command of the magic gun unit."

Rumba has no reason to kill himself from start to finish.

The magic gun troops are even more uncontrollable weapons...No matter how stupid he is, he will not use this kind of thing against me.

Thyls sighed.

Rumba grabbed a wooden plate with venison, pulled it in front of him, and grabbed a piece of meat.

"You and I imagine being smarter." Rumba looked ugly, he put the meat into his mouth, and his eyes narrowed: "You understand why we met here.

"Yeah, I understand." Thales wiped the dagger with his sleeve, inserted it back in his waist, and sighed: "It's just that I really didn't expect that the famous Duke Heisha, his subordinate The magic gun troops were easily deceived into command."

Rumba suppressed his anger: "The officer is called Hardy. He has been in charge of training my magic gun unit three years ago. The commander of the unit fell ill this morning, and he was only in charge of command temporarily." /

"How is he?" Thales said silently.

"After the retreat sounded, he still ordered the second shot, but immediately some soldiers questioned his order," Rumba said gloomily, "Hardy immediately cut his neck and committed suicide without hesitation... We are still investigating him. Behind the scenes."

"This also explains why you blew the retreat bugle in just one shot." Thales sneered, "Even the command can fail... Sorry, I really don't know what expression to use at this time. Up."

The Grand Duke of Rumba pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"Their goal should be to kill me by your hand, or to calculate you by my death." Thales sneered, "I think the latter is mostly the case. My enemies are all in the country." /

"When you stand higher," Rumba said quietly: "The more enemies there will be."

"So, the unexpected accident also made you cancel the plan," Thales snorted: "Are you planning to capture me in a humiliating way and see if the fortress will shake?"

Silence.

Rumba opened the rye bottle next to him and filled his empty glass.

"I hate to say that, but King Kessel made a good move and he pushed you out," Grand Duke Rumba said calmly, "When you step into my barracks, I can never take the fortress anymore. And the northern border."

"And the oath he made in the Palace of Revival, if you use the ownership of the royal power to build an armor for you," Rumba held up the wine glass and said silently: "If you die in Exeter, no matter who it is If you do, the bordering black sand collar will only suffer."

"So, once you find that you can't hold the Broken Dragon Fortress, you find that someone is actually staring at you nearby, and the horse changes its posture to win me over, right?" Thales said coldly.

Rumba took a sip of wine expressionlessly and said: "Kaiser's oath dispelled some people's desire to take your life, but it also evoked the ambition of another group to take your life."

"Today's magic gun is just the beginning-we have a common enemy lurking in the dark, whether it is for the throne of Exeter or the throne of the stars," the voice of Duke Black Sand is steady and solemn:" The moment you step into Exeter and the moment you step into the north, our interests are tied together."

"Yes," Thales lowered his head, and his voice was steady and indifferent: "I died in Exeter. It is not a good thing for both of us."

"I will allocate two thousand people, led by Kanda, my most trusted subject, to **** you to Dragon City," Grand Duke Rumba's expression softened, "You will directly reach the Walton family The territory of the king-the king's messenger is already waiting for you."

"But my people died on the battlefield. They stood in front of me one by one. They were pierced by knives, swords, and spears," Thales raised his head, his face gloomy: "Your people too We have killed a lot."

Rumba closed his eyes and pondered for a moment.

Thyls stared at him blankly.

"Those soldiers...neither my soldiers nor your subordinates will die in vain, they died just as they pleased," Rumba opened his eyes: "Because of their efforts, we can understand each other and sit here. Difficult choices for the future destiny of the two countries...even if there is no difficulty."

"We were originally not enemies. The hostilities on the battlefield are only forced by the situation," Rumba said softly: "For the future, so that today's unnecessary bloodshed will not happen again, we should abandon the hatred of the past, as it should be. "

"War is for peace, isn't it?"

Thyls laughed suddenly.

"Well said, Lord Lord." He smiled with an unclear expression: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal benefits."

"As you said, from now on, we have no reason to be hostile to each other." The Grand Duke nodded and raised his glass. "You ate my venison. According to the custom of the North, you are my guest. "

"This is a good rye," Rumba pushed the glass over, his eyes deep: "And according to the custom of the North, we are allies after drinking the same glass of wine."

"From manpower, intelligence, resources to financial resources, I will provide you with all the conveniences in Exeter. Our enemies will not have any chance." Grand Duke Rumba nodded: "Until you leave Exter , Return to the stars."

"Even until you someday..."

Rumba showed a different look: "Crown as king~IndoMTL.com~silence.

Thyls laughed suddenly.

"My experience tells me to be cautious of those who want to be your allies, no matter how sweet and sincere they are," Thales said flatly: "And I can't believe you, Lord Lombard."

"Huh," Grand Duke Rumba's face turned gloomy, and he snorted coldly, "Because you killed so many people?"

"Not only that."

"Because of the death and sacrifice of your opponents, the indifference, hypocrisy and coldness shown by your opponents," Thales said coldly: "Alliance with you, our covenant is doomed to be betrayed. The possible benefits, I can say with certainty that when the covenant breaks, the losses will far exceed the benefits I gained."

"And I feel deeply about it."

Thyls looked at Rumba, his expression slowly becoming gloomy.

"Also, I hate what you say," Thales thought of Araka's lonely back, gritted his teeth and shook his head: "Those people on the battlefield...They originally died for your own desires."

"And the nonsense of ‘die well’ and ‘war is for peace’," Thales grabbed the wine glass and sneered: "Leave it to you."

Silence.

"At first I thought you were mature and stable, with a mind beyond your age," Rumba snorted and shook his head: "You are acting like a child now."

"That's right." Thales said coldly.

He poured out the wine in the glass and treated the gloomy Rumba with justice:

"Children cannot drink."

Tyles jumped off the chair and walked out of the tent without looking back.

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