Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 43: Plan

Thelma looked thoughtful. . lwxiaoshuo.

The old earl leaned back lightly, and subconsciously looked at the dragon spear in the cloud above his head.

"Everyone!" Nazer said loudly, attracting the attention of the vassals in the hall, not at all like an old man:

"Six years, when the power of the natural king is no longer, for various reasons, the so-called balance, balance, peace, and tacit understanding of Longxiao City," Nazer looked tired, as if to himself Saying to myself: "It has been broken long ago."

The hall was quiet, and these words made many people fall into contemplation.

"The six most powerful vassals broke apart one after another around the power vacancy left by His Majesty Nunn."

The other four earls moved in unison, except for the earl of Kierke Gor, the other three subconsciously avoided the gaze of Lisban.

"On the one hand, we counts, we all suspect that the powerful Lisbane will dominate the political situation, isolate the female grandfather, and try to take away the great legacy left by His Majesty Nunn."

"On the other side, Lisban sits in the seat of regency, hating us for not listening to orders after the death of the king, and being selfish and wise to protect ourselves."

Selma was startled.

Nazer looked at Lisban with a cold face, disappointed and hated in his eyes.

"Slightly smaller families are conservative and governed in their own territory. They are trembling in this kind of confrontation, and they are both left and right, lest they take the wrong step."

The hum from the vassals was slightly quiet.

"And the advent of disaster and the Queen of the Sky, the sudden death of the natural king, including the strange coronation of King Chaman here, how many winds and rains have been stirred up among the people, causing panic?"

Selma bit her lower lip and looked at Thales subconsciously.

Nazer turned to the Grand Duke with a very embarrassing tone: "You are single and unmarried, and the sensitive star prince often accompanies the court. I don't know how many rumors and rumors have been caused, which defiles people."

Selma stared at Thales motionlessly--but Thales only looked down at the floor tiles, despite Ian winking hints with him several times.

Nazer's eyes flashed with distress and anger, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false: "What's even more sad is that for six years, people outside of Longxiao City have seen the power and power for a while. The unmatched Walton family’s direct bloodline, except for an orphan, has no facts of inheritance."

"So, after lifting the throne and leaving Longxiao City, ambitious people like Chaman Rumba gradually became greedy, and Qiyuan City’s "long hair" Kulikun Ronnie became increasingly prosperous and has always made friends. Fengzhao City did not pay attention to it, and Jieshou City and other places had a vague attitude towards us. The local nobles under the rule of other grand princes had conflicts with our vassals more frequently."

Count Nazaire raised his head indignantly and straightened his waist from the back of his chair.

He said coldly: "Not to mention the imperial neighbors in the south. I don't know how many times they have celebrated the decline of this city secretly."

Tyles scratched his head, still pretending not to know.

Nazer's tone became more and more severe: "Madam, for six years, without your Majesty Nunn, Longxiao City can no longer be united. The embarrassment and resentment, loss and pain of us falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, Is it true that you, as a grandfather, really can’t see it at all?"

"Our so-called balance of power and balance, in the earth-shattering upheaval six years ago, followed by His Majesty, was completely broken!"

The atmosphere in the hall changed from weird to heavy.

Risban darkened his face.

Thyls exhaled deeply: This Earl of Nazaire...

It is worthy of being an outstanding person under King Nunn who has served him for many years.

If he is not on the opposite side of them.

In front of the pale face of the grand duke and the thoughtful eyes of the princes, Nazaire shook his head sadly:

"Now, madam, do you understand what your marriage represents, what it means to have a strong husband, and what it means to have a healthy and reliable heir for you and your family?"

Nazer's face was stern, and his beard was furious. What he said made the grandfather stagnant on the previous expression, speechless.

"Is this a sacrifice and price to your disadvantage? Maybe," Nazer glanced at the vassals in the audience: "But is this something that must be done? Of course!"

Selma looked at Nazaire in disbelief, as if she didn't know how to react.

"We respect you, ma'am," the old Count Nazaire's expression returned to respectfulness, and he bowed to the grand prince: "But I believe that the best way to show this respect is to truly treat you As the ruler of Longxiao City, I will show you the facts that the Grand Duke of a city should face, the price and the sacrifice that should be paid, no matter how unpleasant and uncomfortable, no matter how difficult it is or an obstacle—— Marriage is just one of them."

Selma looked at Count Nazaire, who seemed to be sincere, at a loss.

"Rather than treating you as a string puppet, you will be locked in a deep palace after the decoration is complete."

"Rather than using the name'for your own good', claiming to be a tree sheltering from the wind and rain, it stubbornly sever all your connection with the cruel side of the world," Nazer glanced contemptuously at his blue face The Regent of Lisban: "What we need is a grand prince who can guard and control Longxiao City, madam."

"Instead of a vase named Duke, used to decorate Longxiao City."

"Nazer!" Lisban's eyes sharpened: "What did you say?"

"He just told us what we were saying, Lord Prime Minister," Earl Linner replied coldly: "I really can't think of any regents who will take us down in six years. The lord and Fengjun of the Kingdom are raised as a princess of a country. Even if she is a girl, she is the last direct bloodline of the Dragon Spear family."

Risban squeezed his fist, and behind him, the meteorite guarding the Grand Duke flushed.

Thyls has a heavy shoulder: Ian leaned up.

"I can see the relationship between these six vassals," Ian whispered in Thales' ears: "But ah, the Lord Regent of Lisban, for the past six years, he has been In the Palace of Valor, is it blocking the knife for your little girl or drawing the arrow?"

You asked about the most terrible place, your lord.

Tyles took a deep breath and forced the conjecture in his heart down.

"Now, it's time to break that vase, madam," Count Nazaire ignored Lisbane, and he bowed again to the Grand Duke, his eyes pierced: "The shattered tiles may sting Your skin, but only blood can wash the hearts of people from the North-even if you are only a girl."

Tales listened to Nazaire's words, and there was a sudden sense of familiarity.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that perhaps the Earl of Nazaire, or the other four vassals, were not self-approved power vassals as Putila said. They were not all the princes who were ready to move after Nuenxu's death, as Lisban was wary of.

Thyls's gaze swept across the scheming Lisbane, the calm Nazaire, the rather friendly Hirst, the silent Kierkegur, the cold Linner, and the unabashed Kurt. Sen.

On the contrary, what King Nunn left for his successor may be a team capable of renewing the glory of Longxiao City.

It’s just that this group has experienced the premature death of King Nunn, leaving the biggest accident...

A female grandfather.

Thyls looked at Selma worriedly.

The grand prince just looked at the earl in a daze.

It seems that there is no reaction.

There seems to be nothing to say.

"The family language of the Nazer family says: the noble bears responsibility, the ruler must sacrifice," Nazer said coldly: "Do you want to maintain the honor of the family and protect the reputation of Dragon City? Of course? , But at the same time, the price is indispensable-this is you and your destiny."

"Ms. Selma."

No one knows. At that moment, Prince Thales, who was engrossed, gently closed his eyes.

He remembered in a daze, that day many years ago.

Remembered the heavy and majestic voice in that dim tomb:

【Are you ready? 】

[Beginning to be called the star..."

"Fight for the stars, die for the stars, and...]

Thyls opened his eyes suddenly!

Just when the audience fell silent for Count Nazaire's words, a familiar cry of pain broke the silence again.

"Eh eh eh pain, pain, pain..."

The gaze in the hall was once again tangled and dissatisfied, looking in the same direction: the heir of Qiyuan City, Lord Ian Ronnie, was yelling exaggeratedly, rubbing his calf while rubbing his calf, while unsatisfied. Looking at Thales next to him.

The nonchalant Thales retracted his foot silently, as if he hadn't kicked Ian's leg at all.

"What's wrong?" Earl Kirtson's anger almost overflowed: "Your Excellency the Clown?"

The grand princes and vassals also looked on.

Ian sighed, ignoring the signal from the Qiyuan City mission desperately calling him, shrugged helplessly, and put on a leisurely smile.

"Sorry to disturb you," Ronnie Jr. stood up, made a terminating gesture, and smiled apologetically. It seemed that he was really embarrassed: "You guys were talking in full swing, but who remembers the original The topic, remember the Freedom League, remember, remember...Are we the important parties?"

The six earls were slightly startled.

"Yes," Ian beamed with joy, looking at everyone in the hall, as if teaching children vocabulary, dancing and dancing at the same time than exporting: "Pray-far away-city..."

On the other side, the members of Qiyuan City's mission sighed, lowered their heads, and no longer held any hope.

Thyls shook his head.

Here it comes.

He raised his head, looked at Selma on the steps, and smiled at ease.

It's okay.

Like many years ago.

"No," Earl Kirtson didn’t take Ian’s humorous thing at all. "I only know that a self-righteous clown insulted the whole Longxiao City yesterday, and today he came to us with a smile on his face. , Asking us to send troops to save them."

Looking at Ian in the upright position, the vassals were cold-eyed.

"For help?"

"Save?"

Ian raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised.

But in the next second, he showed a "so that's how it was" and then grinned.

"Hahahahaha," Ian, who was laughing, shook his head and waved, as if he had heard the most unreliable rumor: "No, no, I think, everyone, including the grandpa, may have misunderstood me Mean."

Below the grand duke, the six earls showed strange expressions, and the other dozen vassals frowned. .

"In fact, I never said'delivering troops' from start to finish," Ian shrugged innocently, and blinked impenetrably at Thales. "And I represent Qiyuan City is not here to ask for help from Longxiao City."

The voice fell.

Thyls saw clearly: In the hall, almost all the nobles were slightly taken aback.

Even the envoys of Qiyuan City are no exception. The Deadly Crow even showed an exaggerated "what" mouth to the old Boni beside him.

This is also the response of the Grand Duke.

"What?" Selma said in surprise.

"We can solve the matter of war by ourselves," Ian shook his hand indifferently: "You are very reasonable: If you can't solve the problems of the Liberty League, wouldn't it be too shameful? Human face?"

Everyone was stunned.

The nobles in the hall looked at each other, as if they could not understand the meaning of this sentence.

The six most important earls fell into deep thought.

"But you are wooing allies across the country and isolating the king," Count Nazaire thoughtfully: "Once you are caught in a war that cannot be resolved quickly, the appeals of Lord Qiyuan to resist the king together will become empty talk. Right."

"Oh, I really just came to ask the grandfather to sign the letter of condemnation to the king," Ian smiled still, he raised a finger and shook it in the air: "But believe me, we You don’t need to send troops."

Nazer subconsciously looked at Lisban, only to find that his old friends and opponents just kept silent.

Something is wrong.

"The city of Qiyuan..." The female grandfather on the seat frowned: "What are you here for?"

Ian took a deep breath, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he became serious.

He turned his head and glanced around at the doubting vassals.

"Twenty years ago, when my grandfather was seriously ill, the princes were suspicious, the fief was unstable, and my father was in distress..."

Ian slowly sighed, and then in a sonorous tone, he blatantly said: "Faced with the rebellion of the Freedom League, under the pressure of the Baishan and even the Kangmas people to intervene outright, His Majesty Nunn made a wise decision without He hesitated to send Prince Suril to lead the troops on the westward march to help pray to Yuancheng."

Ian looked sad, and bowed deeply to the Selma seated here: "This kindness and this righteousness, the Ronnie family will never forget it."

The vassals looked at the different performance of the Viscount Your Excellency, and filled their hearts with endless puzzlement.

Selma glanced at Thales.

Ian straightened up, with admiration and excitement in his eyes: "And that war has created the glory of the Walton family: whether it is the army of the Freedom League, the mercenary sent by Comus secretly, or the white spirit The elite troops, when facing Longxiao City and Exeter’s world-class army, they are all collapsed at the touch of a touch, and they are far from being considered."

Tels heard it secretly funny: as if you had witnessed something twenty years ago, the nineteen-year-old Lord Ian.

"Madam, your father and grandfather, oh, including all of the families that are marching west together," Ian smiled at the vassals: "You spread the reputation of Dragon City and Dragon Spear Family on the golden corridor , Shocked Kang Masi and forced the White Elves back, and it has an impact to this day."

"That is your grandfather's historical achievements, your father's military exploits, and the glory and honor of your family."

Nicolai the Meteorite grinned slightly, while Monty the Dead Raven in the audience shrugged tacitly.

Count Nazaire frowned: Why did he say these things...

Could it be...

"But I can also see that the great Dragon City is in trouble," his expression was exactly the same as that of Count Nazaire, who had just been distressed: "The scene just now worries me: You want to follow my father's Footprints protect the family’s glory, but due to the situation in Longxiao City, it’s hard to move."

"The Walton family has no choice but to be dusted."

The expressions of the five earls besides Brisbane are getting more and more ugly, and their eyes are getting more and more suspicious.

"But it doesn't matter!"

Ian clenched his fist and shook it hard.

The Viscount of Qiyuan City took a step forward without hesitation: "I, the heir of the Ronnie family, Ian Ronnie of Qiyuan City will make up for your regret."

The grand duke looked at him for unknown reasons and blinked: "Huh?"

Thyls lowered his head: Very good, everything went according to plan.

I hope nothing will happen.

However, it is clearly a step in the plan...

But what is going on with this slight unhappy in my heart?

Thyls closed his fists unconsciously.

Ian's eyes were firm and his words were sonorous: "Selma, please be relieved: I will represent Qiyuan City and lead the army on the road your father had taken on the expedition, carrying the Dragon Spear Family banner, and carrying you The honor of the family, play in the Freedom League!"

He suddenly changed his name to the Grand Duke, which surprised many people.

"In the name of the Walton family and the Ronnie family, I will teach the waste of the alliance, renew our history, and put the Dragon Gun Banner and the Knight's Code Banner in the cloud on the head of Freedom Castle again. , Let all the bards that can be found recite the great victory that belongs to us and belongs to Exter!"

"I will tell our enemy, Selma Walton, the granddaughter of King Nunn, and the daughter of Prince Suril," Ian behaved like a fanatical recruit: "The dragon has been taken back. The debt of the gun family!"

Faced with his aggressive eyes, the Grand Duke was slightly panicked.

Earl Nazaire, who realized something, gritted his teeth and said: "Enough, Ian Pavilion..."

But the earl could not interrupt Ian.

"Please rest assured, the glory of the Walton family will not be inferior because Longxiao City did not send troops." Ian took a deep breath, his eyes full of pro-historical poetry moved to pride and excitement: "Because soon Everyone will know that this war is not just Exeter’s war against the Freedom League."

"It is me, Ian Ronnie of Qiyuan City, fighting for Selma Walton of Dragon City!"

The whole hall is boiling!

Nicolai had to preside over the order again, suppressing the vassals of dissatisfaction and incomprehension from the vassals, even though his face was terrible.

"Wait a minute," the grandfather seemed to finally feel bad, she stammered: "Your Excellency Ian, you are..."

"And after a glorious victory, I will return with the glory of reproducing your father's deeds," Ian ignored Selma with a surprised expression, just blindly immersed in his own world, he exhaled In one breath, he changed from a "crazy fighter" to a "warm poet":

"Of course, by then, please kindly promise me a request, a request that makes me feel humble and unbearable."

"Please, please?" Selma paled.

For the first time, she glanced at each other with the six equally ugly counts.

As if only at this moment, they are the ones standing together.

Ian stretched out his hands and gestured gently to the granddaughter in the seat: "This is the return of Qiyuan City, and it is my sincerity, Selma."

"I will use this great war to win the qualifications to get close to you. At this moment, at the moment when the vassal is separated and the territory is in conflict, I am the only one who can protect the glory of your family and the only one who protects you. As a man of great authority."

Selma exchanged countless glances with the counts who were also caught off guard, and looked up with difficulty and embarrassment: "You mean..."

Beside Ian, Prince Thales's face was stiff.

His fists are getting tighter.

This is just a plan.

Nothing.

This is just a plan.

Calm down, calm down, Thales.

He said to himself.

Ian took a step forward again, looking at Selma from a distance, with a dreamy desire on his face.

As if that was his only pursuit.

"Let me take the glory and continue to protect you from now on, good girl," His Excellency Ronnie said softly and tactfully about his intentions: "Let Qiyuan City be your strongest backing and trump card. "

At this moment, the hall really fell into a deathly silence.

The counts are earthy faces~IndoMTL.com~Please let the Ronnie family and the Walton family stand together and regain their glory. "

With the most eager and gentle eyes, Ian's words trembled with excitement:

"From then on, the honor of you and your family will be guarded by us."

"The beautiful and noble Lady Selma Walton," the young Ian tried to suppress but couldn't hide his passion, he stroked his heart and spoke softly:

"Marry me."

At this moment, in the Great Hall of Heroes, from the Grand Prince and the six earls, down to the rest of the vassals and even the guards, everyone was stunned and surprised, as if they had seen the most incredible scene in the world.

Except for Thales.

The star prince with a cold expression is staring at Ian's leg and clenched his fist.

I almost scratched my palms.