Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 44: End here

Glover and Doyle exhaled a breath.

　　 For some reason, Thales was also relieved.

　　 But Marlós has a turn for the better:

　　"But since we can't reach an agreement, is it better to leave it to the captain or your Majesty to decide?"

　　 Vogel snorted angrily.

　　 "Enough."

　　He once again called for his title:

　　 "The Watchman."

　　"Do you think that with Captain Adrian's infinite indulgence, you can be domineering and unscrupulous?"

　　 This time, Mallos is still calm and meek:

　　 "No, I think you must have misunderstood something, sir. I just said..."

　　 "I said," Obviously, Vogel can't hide his unhappiness at the moment no matter how good he is:

　　 "Don't educate me."

　　 Thales knew that he could no longer pretend to be dead.

　　 "That, Lord Tarren..."

　　 "Maybe you don't know much," Thales turned his head and held his glass, happily inserting their conversation:

　　 "But people who have enemies with me, conflicts of interest, or simply look at me upset, to be honest, can get from this row to Longxiao City."

　　 Vogel looked at him, the chill melted like snow and ice, leaving only the spring breeze on his face:

　　 "You are outstanding, your majesty is naturally hated by villains, so don’t worry about it."

　　 Thales thought that this guy’s armor was harder than me, and he made a round:

　　 "Therefore, Lord Mallos's concern is not unreasonable."

　　 "Of course, you are right, this banquet is very important."

　　"Why don't you take a step back, Lord Mallos doesn't have to interrupt the banquet aggressively, but you can investigate hidden dangers more calmly and foolproof?"

　　 Thales smiled elegantly, his eyes burning, and it was full of "give me a face."

　　 Mallos was silent for a while, respectfully saluting.

　　 Vogel took a deep breath and suddenly smiled.

　　 "Of course, your majesty."

　　The atmosphere finally thaws.

　　 Thales turned around and exchanged greetings with the next bureaucrat ("Do you recognize me, I am the gate officer who guarded the gate on the day you went out...").

　　 "That look, or the look you claimed," Vogel adjusted his mood and said in a low voice:

　　 "Is it aimed at His Royal Highness Thales or His Majesty? Or is it someone else?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 Vogel's eyes cooled again.

　　 Mallos squinted his eyes:

　　 "Because of the angle below, Your Majesty and others are also in this direction."

　　 "I only know that it is a...man."

　　 "Man?"

　　 "It's great," Vogel said sarcastically as he looked at the crowd at the banquet who became more and more unrestrained by the drinks:

　　 "At least, our suspects are less than a quarter."

　　"So it's better to let Your Majesty evacuate first..."

　　 "Impossible," Vogel flatly refused:

　　"Maybe your family has been away from politics for too long, Marillos, but do you think the banquet is just a matter of dinner?"

　　 Mallos is stuck.

　　 Vogel slowly raised his head.

　　 I don’t know when it will start, the long song of the Blade King’s expedition has ended, and the background music has become long and magnificent.

　　 With the announcement of the palace chief, everyone turned their attention to the seat of King Kessel.

　　 There, a few nobles from afar knelt down sincerely, and one of the older people was excitedly telling something.

　　 The king nodded, and while soothing softly, he got up and left his seat and walked towards them.

　　 Thales' heart jumped.

　　King Kessel walked to a kneeling young man.

　　 I saw the young nobleman straighten up, raised his hands excitedly, and put his palms into the hands of the king.

　　 King Kessel asked several questions, and the young people answered them one by one.

　　 Immediately, the king announced loudly to the four that this person inherited the glory and rights of his father's ancestors and officially became the baron of a certain territory.

　　 Thales had to toast with the officials to congratulate the grand occasion.

　　"It is the blade leader, the controversial illegitimate son. He actually bypassed the duchess and came to the royal capital by himself, seeking canonization and recognition..."

　　 The whispered conversation on a long table spreads to Thales’ senses of hell.

　　 "It seems that your Majesty has made a decision. Duchess Lyanna must be very upset..."

　　 "What nonsense, the duchess and the Fuxing Palace have one heart..."

　　 "Will his father's vassals obey?"

　　"Then it depends on the illegitimate child..."

　　"They dare not disobey, think about it, even the heirs of your majesty are illegitimate children raised for him by Lord Mann..."

　　 "Shhh! Drink too much, don’t talk too much!"

　　 Thales' complexion sank.

　　 Behind him, Vogel whispered to Mallos:

　　 "Have you seen it, appearance, canonization, interview, recognition, reward, reprimand... In this rare occasion, Your Majesty has too much to do."

　　 "We can only make sure that he will not leave the seat too far."

　　 But Mallos was very dissatisfied.

　　 "So during this period of time, many people will come up to meet your Majesty at such a close distance," the watchman drew down the wine glass and frowned:

　　 "Who made the idea? Are you crazy?"

　　 Vogel coldly snorts:

　　 "Don't get into it, watchman."

　　 "This is your Majesty's own decision-after he knows the "Assassin" you see."

　　 Mallius choked.

　　 Vogel snorted and looked back in the direction of the king.

　　 "Look carefully."

　　 Thales narrowed his eyes, and the next nobleman stepped forward and knelt down. The chief of the court announced that this man was of noble origin and had enough merit. According to tradition, he would receive the gift of the king and become the royal knight of the kingdom.

　　 King Kessel stretched out his arm. Behind him, two members of the Royal Guard came forward with swords and ribbons.

　　 Mallos' eyes narrowed:

　　 "The person holding the sword for your majesty, that is..."

　　 Thales hurriedly looked at the man holding the sword. He was a small but solid and kind middle-aged guard.

　　"Chief Pioneer, Baron Steelli?"

　　 Mallos was surprised: "He personally held a sword for your majesty's canonization ceremony?"

　　 Glover, who is a vanguard wing, looked at Staley, pursing his lips, his whole person more serious.

　　 Vogel snorted softly, seemingly dissatisfied with Mallos's hindsight.

　　"There are also Chief Guard Officer Bridge and Second Guard Officer Marico. Their elite guard team has been secretly in place to guard the left and right."

　　 Seeing the guard wing man, Doyle's expression changed, as if thinking of something unpleasant.

　　 Vogel narrowed his eyes:

　　"Command, vanguard, and escort, the core three wings of the Royal Guard are all there, and everyone who comes forward is stared to death, and the assassin has nowhere to escape after thirty steps. Shape."

　　 Mallos’ expression returned to calm.

　　 Thales tried to search for something among the guests, but he didn't see anything. It wasn't until he switched to the senses of **** that he saw the crowded banquet with dozens of different rays of end power shining.

　　 "If this still doesn't make you rest assured..."

　　 Vogel lowered his voice, but couldn’t hide Thales’ senses:

　　 "Your Majesty’s secret guard, commonly known as the "Wang Family Assassin" is also present."

　　 No one noticed, the prince spilled a few inches of wine in his hand.

　　At that moment, Thales suddenly felt that the hidden assassin was no longer scary.

　　 He raised his head and looked at the huge empty pillars and the shadows cast by the lights, but he was no longer anxious.

　　 "Plus the strengths of Steley and Marico, no one can treat your majesty," Vogel glanced at Thales:

　　"Or against the duke."

　　 Mallos didn't speak, just tightened his mouth.

　　"As long as the dignitaries are safe, even if the assassin shows up, we can react immediately and suppress it, turning it into a civil case of drunken misconduct or jealousy for banquet talks."

　　 Vogel whispered:

　　 "Of course, the premise is that the assassin exists."

　　 "In addition to my people, the logistics wing and the palace chief are also checking the list, checking the luggage and gifts of the guests, and the inner city security hall is on the outside, clearing a radius of five miles," the deputy captain Yue Yue Say stronger:

　　 "It is reported that the Kingdom Secret Branch is also mobilizing personnel, collecting intelligence, and trying to find the suspect-if there is one."

　　 "There are more people taking action, it can be said to be a great excitement."

　　"It’s just for you...a ‘maybe’."

　　 Vogel stared at the watchman discontentedly.

　　 Mallos was silent.

　　 "Look? As soon as I received your report, Captain Adrian led the entire guard to respond and did enough security."

　　 "Don't make it as if you are the only one with a single heart for the country, and we are all bad guys of the corpse-bit vegetarian meal."

　　 Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

　　 Just then, Mallos spoke slowly.

　　 "This is... the captain's decision?"

　　 Vogel glanced at him unhappily, not denying:

　　 "I don't know why he trusts you so much, whether it is the selection of the watchman or this."

　　 "Even this kind of nonsense,'someone took a look at me'."

　　 Thales felt that Mallos's breathing was speeding up.

　　 "Of course, maybe he thinks you are born to be both unlucky and troublesome."

　　 Vogel sarcastically said: "Prepare early and clean up the mess."

　　 Mallos did not say a word for a while, and he squeezed out a word when the canonization ceremony was on to the third person:

　　 "Thank you."

　　 Vogel shook his head disdainfully, and turned to leave.

　　 but he turned around immediately:

　　"Also, you'd better pray that the assassin is real, because if not..."

　　The deputy captain approached Mallos, threatening:

　　 "You should know, the watchman."

　　 Vogel's eyes were cold:

　　 "You will not be the only one who is unlucky."

　　 Mallos is as silent as before, unmoving.

　　"See you, Tormund. Ye'an, Your Highness."

　　 Vogel respectfully saluted Thales and left with a low profile against the wall.

　　 Duke Xinghu’s dining table quieted down.

　　 Thales exhaled and looked at the lettuce that had been cut into powder by himself.

　　 "Look?"

　　 Doyle, who finally dared to breathe, didn’t dare to look at the boss’s expression, he shrugged to Thales:

　　 "Bad guy."

　　Glover spoke carefully:

　　"Lord, now that the Fuxing Palace has acted...then let's..."

　　 Mallos suddenly looked up!

　　 "Assemble everyone, arrange early warning and defense as usual," the watchman said with a sullen face:

　　 "Yes, the colleagues of the Fuxing Palace have acted, but in the final analysis, it is our territory."

　　 Doyle and Glover looked at each other.

　　 Mallos turned his head and looked at Thales who was curious:

　　 "Let’s take care of ourselves."

　　D.D and the zombies quickly led away.

　　 leave Thales and Mallos.

　　 Fortunately, the canonization ceremony of the imperial knight continued, attracting most of the attention, and there were a lot less people visiting the prince.

　　 Thales looked back and looked at Mallos who had been stiff for a long time.

　　I don’t know why, looking at this intangible guard captain, Thales actually had an illusion:

　　He is in a good mood now.

　　 "So, your relationship with your superiors, especially the second in command of the guard..."

　　 Thales looked at Vogel back to the king, and tentatively said:

　　 "Um, you are doing well?"

　　 Mallos tilted his head to look at his "favorite" Royal Highness.

　　 "In life, there are always things you don't want to do, but have to do," Mallos didn't change his face, as if he didn't hear Thales' irony:

　　 "We call them-‘work’."

　　 Thales grunted strangely.

　　"Just like your'work' under my hand?"

　　 "I didn't say that."

　　 Thales was silent for a while, and then he pulled out a polite smile: "Okay."

　　 But that's what you think.

　　He lowered his head and continued to deal with the lettuce:

　　"But..."

　　 Thales looked at the next imperial knight and kissed his father's ring excitedly: "What the ‘bad guy’ said just now, yours..."

　　 "The brother-in-law team?"

　　"What do you say?"

　　 Mallos raised his eyes.

　　 Thales looked at him and blinked.

　　 "We may have an assassin hiding in the guest," the watchman stabbed him coldly, "but you have gotten up leisurely."

　　 "My favorite Duke?"

　　 "Oh, my favorite captain of the guard," Thales looked at him intriguingly, shaking the fork in his hand as if he was shaking the pointer, deliberately acting like a vicissitudes of life:

　　 "If you grow up like me and experience everything I have experienced..."

　　 Mallos looked back at him, frowning.

　　 Thales shrugged, took a fork and ordered a plate with a happy expression:

　　 "Well, this lettuce tastes ok."

　　 Mallos snorted and turned his head away.

　　 Just when Thales thought that this guy, as always, could not help but tease, the other party spoke up.

　　 "D.D and zombies, including others."

　　 "They didn't enter your guard for no reason."

　　Malles looked at Captain Adrian next to the king from a distance:

　　"The Doyle family has been away from power for a long time, and they are not reconciled to being just a wealthy man. They racked their brains to invite Wang Chong and wanted to return to the center of the seven servants.

　　"The Patriarch of the Goluo Buddhism family is in an important financial position, lonely and loyal to serve the king, trembling and trembling, wishing to stay away from all caring people, in order to show noble self-cleansing, loyalty and purity."

　　 Thales' expression is slightly condensed.

　　"In the royal capital, family background is not only a bargaining chip to ride the wind, but also a burden to bind hands and feet."

　　Malles’ words are slightly vicissitudes:

　　 "It depends on how you choose."

　　 Thales was silent for a while.

　　The bargaining chip flying by the wind, the burden of restraining hands and feet.

　　His gaze shifted to the nine-pointed star pattern on the cuff.

　　 "Lord Mallos," Thales said lightly:

　　 "I was thinking, maybe you should come to etiquette class and let Ms. Ji Ni continue to teach my martial arts?"

　　 "I can't ask for it."

　　 "It's a pity that your life is hard to break." Mallos hummed and replied, which made Thales more certain: he is in a good mood now.

　　 Thales did not want to let go of this opportunity.

　　 "What about you?"

　　Prince rolls his eyes:

　　 "Why did you join my guard and become the leader?"

　　 Mallorston gave it a bit.

　　 "You know."

　　 Mallos glanced at him sideways, calmly.

　　 "Work."

　　 Thales frowned.

　　Made, you really think so.

　　"When will you introduce your family to me?"

　　 Thales seems to be indifferent:

　　"Look at the "Razor" Marius family who is qualified to marry the princess. What do you want?"

　　"Are they your burden or a bargaining chip?"

　　 At that moment, Thales trembled unconsciously.

　　 Just now, the crime of the prison river seems to... jump?

　　 Thales looked up in surprise: Mallos looked the same, frowning at him.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 Thales looked at him and smiled awkwardly:

　　 "I didn't mention the grievances between you and my aunt again-well, now I mention it."

　　 Mallos frowned.

　　 Thales shrugged and teased tentatively:

　　 "So, am I still your favorite Duke?"

　　 Mallos watched him for a long time--not a normal look, it was the kind that made Thales slightly hairy, the kind of ghosts that appeared in the scene unknowingly in the horror movie of the past, staring at the protagonist "Look".

　　 When Thales couldn't help turning his head, Mallos spoke.

　　 "Sometimes, Your Highness."

　　 Thales was puzzled:

　　"Something else?"

　　 Mallos nodded, becoming calm and brisk again.

　　 "Another day, I can take you to the Awen Hills outside Dongcheng District, Dongshan Cemetery."

　　 "Introduce my family to you."

　　 "Okay..." Thales readily agreed, but immediately noticed something wrong:

　　 "Wait, you say, the cemetery?"

　　 Mallos nodded, smiling fresh and natural.

　　 "Yes."

　　"My grandparents, parents, uncles, brothers and sisters..."

　　 Mallos' voice is quite deep, and with his smiling eyes, Thales is a bit creepy.

　　 "In the Mallorse family, all my blood relatives found in the genealogy."

　　 "Everyone."

　　 "They are all buried there."

　　 Mallos’s tone was calm.

　　 is like talking about others.

　　Except for him, he kept looking at Thales without blinking.

　　 "May I introduce you to each other?"

　　 Thales chuckled and turned his head stiffly.

　　 "Hey, that, you know..."

　　The prince grabbed the plate and said in embarrassment:

　　 "This lettuce is really good."

　　 Thales knew that the good mood of the watchman ended here.

　　 is just like his luck tonight.

　　Because ten minutes later, a man came uninvited, took a seat next to Thales, and smiled at him.

　　 "Do you remember the first time we met."

　　 "It's a coincidence that at that time, I happened to meet you being chased by an assassin, and I happened to save your life... Now that I think about it, maybe that's fate?"

　　 Thales looked helplessly at the incoming person, waved to Mallos who was looking here to be normal, and asked him to stabilize the surrounding Star Lake Guard.

　　Why is this guy......

　　 It happens to be this time...

　　 "I'm a bit busy, I don't have time to remember the past and hurt the present with you."

　　The prince is not very polite, just call his name:

　　 "Jane."

　　 However, the owner of the iris, the Duke of South Bank, Jane Kevin Deere raised his glass to him, and the corner of his mouth tickled:

　　 "Really, that would be a pity."

　　 "I thought that you, who suffered many life and death disasters, would be especially concerned about the current situation of your enemies in the past-I only recently got the information."

　　 Thales was startled.

　　 "The former enemy?"

　　Jane~IndoMTL.com~ He talked about the assassination when we first met...

　　 and assassinated my enemy in the past...

　　 Thales looked at Duke Arund subconsciously.

　　 "Oh, no, it's not the Duke of the North, and he can't understand how he is now," Duke Jen put down his glass, his eyes burning:

　　 "I'm talking about the cunning and unpredictable, crazy and vicious..."

　　 Thales was taken aback.

　　 "Obviously there is nothing, the world is desperate..."

　　 Zhan En lightly bites the word:

　　"But I can still throw you and me off guard and embarrassed..."

　　 Duke snorted coldly:

　　 "Ms. Serena Corleone."

　　 Thales was confused for a second, and then he was in a trance.

　　瑟……

　　 In an instant, the sudden strangeness and the long-lost familiarity strike at the same time.

　　Selena...

　　 Thales' complexion changed slightly.

　　 A certain blood vessel in the neck began to ache as it did many years ago.

　　Jane turned his hand lightly to the wine glass, also slightly surprised.

　　"How about, Your Highness, to this name..."

　　 At that moment, Duke Iris’ eyes oozes fear and coldness:

　　 "Can you have an impression?"