Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 44: Romantic story

"Is this another joke of you?"

For a long while, among the shocked officials, Earl Kirtson said gloomily: "Joker?"

Ian turned around and smiled happily at the Grand Duke, who was suffering from the unsightly eyes of the hall. &Le&Wen&Fiction.{lw}{0}.

"Answer carefully," Kirtson's tone was full of anger and malice, and he said before waiting for the other person to answer: "Because it might kill you."

The silent Thales noticed: Although most of the vassals looked surprised, there were still a few more special.

The Regent of Lisban, who knows the most affair, frowned, while Nazer, who was old-fashioned, had a vacant look. Kirke Gour, who had always been silent, stared at the grandfather this time, still motionless.

Tyles' thoughts moved: Beside the grandpa, Nicolai with a cold face stared at the star prince in the corner unabashedly.

The murderous eyes seemed to say: You.

I know it's you, little prince.

What are you going to do again?

Faced with the vigilance and hostility that the meteorite never let down, Thales had to smile with a friendly but weak smile.

"This is my most sincere voice," Ian interrupted his thoughts: "I am here this time..."

Ian didn't finish his arrogant words.

"How dare you?"

This time, Earl Hearst, with a golden beard, was speaking. He was obviously not more calm than his colleagues at the age of 30. He was leaning forward, clenching his knees, gnashing his teeth, and his eyes were constantly wondering. Back and forth between the arrogant grandfather and the complacent Ian:

"In Longxiao City? In front of us vassals, insulting our lord so much?"

"I can't see the insult," Ian rolled his eyes to the ceiling, spreading his hands helplessly and casually: "More than six hundred years ago, the'truth seeker' Kuliko was under the command of King Nikaru. The most capable and trusted knights will be sent to conquer the most remote and untamable West. Is it strange that their descendants, the Ronnie family and the Walton family, are married together?"

Many nobles snorted with disdain and hatred, and Thales even heard the rattling of fist joints.

Tyles glanced at the vassals in the hall and came to a conclusion:

Ian probably committed public outrage.

Earl Nazaire, who led the conversation before, coughed heavily, and the officials were silent.

"I believe that Grand Duke Ronnie did not give us any relevant reminders," the old earl said slowly:

"So, this is just your personal impulse?"

In the face of Nazaire, Ian rarely reduced his disrespectful expression and nodded gently:

"Oh, about my father... I don't think he will object."

Count Nazaire's eyes moved, and he glanced at the Grand Duke intentionally or unconsciously.

Selma just stared blankly at the dialogue on the court, seemingly confused.

"Madam, I think that's it for today," Longxiaocheng's regent's voice steadily heard: "This visitor from Qiyuan City has asked for too much."

Risban rarely stood with the vassals. He looked at Ian with a relaxed face coldly, and said unceremoniously: "The negotiation between Qiyuan City and Longxiao City will probably require It’s another messenger."

As soon as these words came out, the missions of Qiyuan City were anxious like hot pot ants.

But Ian just laughed.

"Ask?" Your Excellency the Viscount of Qiyuan City seemed to have heard the most boring joke: "Don't you see it, I used the victory over the Freedom League to propose to the Grand Duke-this is a win-win for both of us Charity?"

Immediately some vassals took a sip with disdain, and some even cursed.

"A win-win situation? A good deed? You can tell you that." Earl Linner, who has always been expressionless, continued to spot the key to the problem: "Longxiao City does not need your charity, nor is it kind enough to let people take advantage of it. Void enters to satisfy Qiyuan City’s sloppy mind."

"Diddy mind?" Ian snorted disdainfully from his nostrils: "Who is forced to marry the grand duchess just under the condition of sending troops? Who is more nasty? Thanks to you...you can tell."

He squinted his eyes and shook his head: "Masters of Longxiao City."

Earl Linner looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Earl Kirtson's face gradually distorted.

A few seconds later, Earl Kirtson’s voice of hatred and anger sounded clearly:

"Listen up, shameless clown."

Kurtson stared at Ian fiercely: "You go back and just tell your father: Longxiao City is not Qiyuan City, we are not popular here to marry the sordid Xitao bitter people-even if only half The bloodline is not good either."

As soon as this statement came out, the vassals of Longxiao City made a low laugh.

Ian's eyes darkened and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Tyles squinted: Wait, the Ronnie family is obviously the noble family in the North, but Kirtson said so...

Marriage with the humble Xitao bitter people...

Half of the blood...

Tyles glanced at Ian with an ugly expression, remembering what he had talked about, his mother was a "local" in Qiyuan City, suddenly thoughtful.

Risban coughed.

"My Excellency Ian, we all know your purpose. But you know, we are talking about not just a marriage proposal, not just a war," the Regent Resban stood in the middle of the hall, warning with his eyes Everyone said to Ian: "This is politics."

Ian took a breath, put away his unnatural expression, and chuckled: "What I'm talking about is politics-the politics of marriage and war."

Earl Brisbane did not speak.

The politics of marriage and war.

That's it.

You are...

Risban glanced at Thales unexpectedly.

The prince made a sound in his heart.

This old guy seems to know what they are thinking.

"Forgive me for being rude, Lord Lisbane, but..." Ian shrugged before speaking slowly:

"Why are you all so anxious to speak for the Grand Duke?"

In the lobby, including Lisban, the expressions of the vassals changed again.

Many eyes turned back to Selma, but the latter just sullied and said nothing.

Qiyuan City’s heir casts his eyes, as if he has replied from the cynical noble son to the cold Viscount Ian:

"Isn't it you who claimed to show her the cruel side of the world?"

Ian raised his head and looked at the grandpa on stage seriously:

"Selma, I am speaking to you as the heir of Qiyuan City."

"I only accept answers from you."

The voice is cold.

Clean and neat.

Selma clenched her lower lip subconsciously.

The angry Earl Kirtson was about to speak, but Lisbane and Nazer raised their hands at the same time tacitly and stopped him.

Kurtson read their eyes:

This is not their turn.

Lisban and Nazaire also raised their heads tacitly, looked at Selma, and waited for her response.

The air in the hall seems to be stagnant, no longer flowing.

On the steps, with a pale face, Selma's breathing accelerated and scanned the people in the hall.

Until Thales' eyes were hit.

Thyls understood the look in her eyes.

The one he used to be familiar with, with flustered and nervous eyes.

The Star Prince smiled slightly, and he raised his fist and gently clenched his heart.

You can, Selma.

You can do it.

The vassals still stared at her closely, their eyes full of scrutiny and scrutiny of strangers.

In the chaotic field, the eyes of Selma and Thales split.

Thyls lowered his head and sighed in his heart: Of course, Selma, if you can’t...

He looked at his right palm. There were two scars drawn with a dagger when he was young.

He took a deep breath: It's okay, I'm still there.

And me.

A few seconds later, the grandfather loosened her lower lip, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she nodded slightly.

She finally loosened her tight face.

"My vassals, what they mean is very clear..." Selma let out a sigh of relief, and said with a serious face: "Your Excellency, Viscount."

She spoke slowly, word by word: "Marriage between us is impossible."

Ian's expression moved.

As if someone had opened a window, the solidified air in the hero hall finally started to flow again.

Thyls felt it: Many vassals breathed a sigh of relief.

Among them, the six earls are particularly special: Nazaire once again glanced at Lisban on the opposite side, but the Lord Regent just avoided his gaze.

This made Nazair also fall into deep thought.

Selma lowered her head and took a deep breath: "I am very grateful for your appreciation and pursuit, but you are the heir of Qiyuan City after all, and I am the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, even if shallow as I know : This is an unprecedented precedent."

In the eyes of the vassals being much friendlier than before, the grand prince cleared her throat, took out the spirit of answering questions in the Hexer class, and slowly said:

"Our abrupt marriage will have unexpected consequences: In the future, Exeter may have a grand prince who has the inheritance of two territories and titles at the same time, which will make the entire kingdom unbalanced and attract us. Unnecessary trouble......"

But she was interrupted by Ian's chuckle.

"And you just leave it to your vassals to decide for you? Selma?"

Thyls saw: Count Nazaire and Count Brisbane frowned again.

Ian shook his head with tongue, his voice raised.

"Oh no, no, dear Selma," Your Excellency raised his index finger and sighed, "Don't think about your worries and worries first, think about the consequences you are about to face. ——If your current position is shaky, there is no point in worrying about the imbalance of the kingdom."

Selma was startled, and the faces of the vassals only grew ugly.

Ian's eyes swept across the six earls, and he chuckled: "Your Excellency'Grand Prince', you know very well what the predicament you are facing: going to the Freedom League is a mission you must complete. If you are unable to dispatch troops , The damage is far more than your reputation, not only your family’s reputation."

Ian’s smile became a little crippled, and his words sharpened: "Your situation is already difficult, but if you let this matter pass like this today, facing the mission of the family, you can only stand by and watch. There is nothing I can do, in the face of the fierce vassal, I am helpless..."

"From now on, the entire Longxiao City, and even the entire kingdom will know: You are just a ruler who speaks without weight, and even your vassals don’t put you in their eyes—even though they I didn't think much of you at first."

"Selma, avoid becoming a grandfather who has no opinion, is at the mercy of others, and surrounded by wolves," the successor of Qiyuan City said loudly: "Isn't this why you called your vassals today? Is the purpose of participating in the hearing?"

The Grand Duke did not speak.

Thyls saw that the faces of the six earls changed one after another.

"Then, good girl," Ian said lightly:

"Then think about my proposal and what you can get: As long as this war is made by us and Qiyuan City is fighting for you, the indifference of the Grand Duke of Longxiao City becomes romantic And by being shy and reserved, you will be freed from the weak accusations of'humiliating the family', and Walton's reputation will not be damaged at all."

Ian smiled slightly: "And after my victory, this will be the whole Exeter's beautiful talk-from a heavy allusion against a ruler and a minister, to a romantic story for love."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

The Grand Duke still stared at Ian with complicated eyes, as if thinking about his proposal.

Earl Linner and Earl Kirtson looked at each other, feeling uncomfortable with each other.

It seems that after a century has passed, Selma slowly raised her head, her tone a little lonely: "Yeah, at that time, I may have to marry you-to maintain my father's honor. , The most sincere suitor, right?"

At that moment, the vassals in the whole hall were breathing together.

"Madam!" The young and energetic Earl Hurst couldn't bear it anymore, his golden beard trembling every bit: "I swear, as long as the Hirst family is still there, no one can push you!"

Selma smiled reluctantly at him.

"Then you can count on these people?" Ian suddenly raised his head:

"If marriage can be used to restore the family's reputation, why is Qiyuan City not a better choice compared to them?"

"Even, because of the support of Qiyuan City," Ronnie smiled and shook his head, who seemed to be holding the winning ticket, "In the future, whoever wants to despise your authority in Longxiao City will have to Consider the cost of doing so first."

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the hall changed again.

The whispers of the vassals on both sides were smaller, but also shorter.

On the contrary, the Regent of Lisban and Earl of Nazaire were both silent.

Tyles took a deep breath, retracted his observation gaze, and drove unnecessary thoughts out of his brain.

So far, everything goes well.

As long as nothing happens...

No, not too optimistic.

He gritted his teeth.

Think about where the accident might happen.

For example: The relationship between Lisban and his vassals is beyond our imagination.

Another example: Northlanders have a deep-rooted view of women, far exceeding their loyalty to mission, the importance of honor, and their obligations to Longxiao City and the Duke.

For example, what worries him most...

Thyls thought of this and glanced at Ian squintly.

For example, the Viscount Qiyuan City changed his mind halfway.

Maybe it is more profitable to win the marriage of Longxiao City than to directly ask Longxiao City to assist?

Thyls thought desperately about every possibility.

I hope I don’t get there, I hope...

Don't be surprised.

Otherwise...

Tyles looked back at the door, Rolf noticed his look, and returned a questioning look:

[Now? 】

Thyls shook his head and gestured with touch:

[No, it's okay. 】

It's okay for now.

"Besides," Ian sighed and shook his head at Selma with great grace: "I hope you understand, at least compared with your vassals, I don't mean to persecute."

"What we need is a symbol that Longxiao City is standing with Qiyuan City, and a symbol that the Ronnie family is fighting for Walton."

He nodded very kindly: "If the marriage is too hasty, we can omit this step first. For this step, I first obtain your permission and let me carry the dragon gun banner belonging to Walton. I Don’t worry—when I return from the battle, I will send that romantic request."

Selma, who looked extremely solemn, was taken aback when she heard this.

She hesitated and said: "Your Excellency, you are...very confident."

Ian laughed: "Because I believe that no suitor is more qualified to stand by your side than someone who has personally maintained the honor of the family for you."

He looked around the audience and laughed in the wary eyes of the vassals of Longxiao City:

"And which suitor is better than the one who stepped forward without hesitation in times of crisis, stood in front of you, resisted all harm for you, and fought endlessly for your safety and glory..."

"Is it more trustworthy?"

At a time of crisis...

Stand up...

Resist damage...

Fighting endlessly...

The moment Selma lost her mind, she subconsciously raised her head and looked in Ian's direction.

Ian frowned.

No.

Your Excellency squinted his eyes and observed the grand prince's sight: She is not looking at me.

Look at the one next to me...

Ian thoughtfully.

Tyles lowered his head, uncomfortably avoiding someone's subconscious look.

He opened his clenched fist, and tried his best to shake off all unnecessary thoughts and suppress unnatural feelings.

But the moment he lowered his head, he saw Ian's boots again: they were not the same style as the noble boots of the Northlanders.

But at this moment, Thales only thinks that pair of boots are ugly.

Wearing such ugly boots... Proposal?

Fuck.

I really want to...

I really want to step on it.

"It's an easy choice." Ian straightened his collar, as if it were a slick.

In the lobby, the vassals changed their expressions when they saw the complex eyes of the female consortium watching the visitors of Qiyuan City.

The disgust in Earl Kirtson's eyes has escalated into hatred, and Earl Hurst clenched his teeth to creak, desperately suppressing his anger.

"No, ma'am," Earl Hirst's gasping voice grew louder and louder: "Please take the exam carefully..."

"Earl, I'm sorry." But the grandma just reached out and shook her head to interrupt Hirst.

She put away her thoughtful expression, cleared her throat, and turned back to Ian.

Selma said: "So, you finish this battle in the name of asking me to marry me, to protect my reputation and authority, and then we marry?"

Ian's eyes lit up and nodded.

"Exactly, for this reason, I will bring the Dragon Gun Banner in the Clouds to Freehold. Not only do you need a soldier to spread your prestige in Exeter and restore your family’s reputation ," Ian continued slowly:

"You can even get the most powerful support: the vast and magnificent territory of Qiyuan City will be your backing. You don't need to be controlled by... if you know what I mean."

He shrugged.

At that moment, the whole hall was like eternal oil flowing in the ice and snow. At the moment of ignition, the flame of anger and the chill of hatred rose at the same time.

The expressions of the vassals of Longxiao City dropped to a freezing point, and Thales could even hear some people's fists clacking.

The messengers of Qiyuan City were brought into the mist by this young master who played cards in an unreasonable way from the beginning of the journey, but this time they all fell into deep thought.

Thyls frowned. He suddenly knew why Ian had deliberately sat near him. In order to protect the safety of Prince of the Stars, Lord Justin arranged ample manpower in this corner and separated the big Part of the vassal, otherwise, the tragedy of'the Ronnie family nobles dying in Dragon City' will probably be heard tomorrow.

Thyls exhaled: At this moment, the Star Prince is probably no longer the least popular person in Longxiao City.

But...

Will they succeed?

Nazer, who hadn't spoken for a long time, gave the grand prince a deep look, then turned to Ian.

"Couricun Ronnie actually has a son like you," the old count coughed: "Married a local wife, he really made a profit."

Ian's face stiffened, but he then grinned reluctantly.

"Enough!" Earl Linner said coldly:

"If it is for marriage to prove the position of Longxiao City and Qiyuan City, I believe we can find a suitable person in the blood of the Walton family."

"But the female grandpa is the important task of Longxiao City, she cannot marry you."

Ian snorted slightly.

"Here again, you are again speaking for the grand prince, as if you are her father or husband," Your Excellency shook his hand, his eyes sharp: "But can you really protect her?"

Boom!

Earl Hurst slammed a fist on the seat, his face was ruthless, and his golden beard trembled:

"Why are we still wasting time here?"

Earl Kirtson hummed in approval: "Guard! Just drive this westerner out!"

But the Grand Duke's guards just stared at him sternly, motionless.

Ian smiled indifferently.

Just now.

"Everyone!"

The clear voice of the grandpa interrupted the conflict that was about to erupt in the field: "As the master, keep our demeanor."

Tyles raised his head, and together with the vassals, turned his gaze to Selma.

Here it comes.

The final blow.

I hope there are no surprises.

"Your Excellency, the Viscount."

"I have to say, you gave me a very interesting proposal." Selma sighed.

"Even quite attractive."

The faces of the vassals suddenly became ugly.

"Without a single soldier, I can solve the problems of the Freedom League, restore my prestige, family dignity, and even get support from Qiyuan City from now on," Selma squeezed out a grin, voice It's exhausted, "just need to pay for a so-called romantic story."

Ian bowed respectfully: "Exactly."

Selma looked at him quietly and nodded.

The vassals can't sit still anymore.

Hirst couldn't help but exclaimed: "Madam!"

Earl Linner squinted his eyes and looked at the Lord Regent: "Risban, as the leader...As the Regent, you have an obligation to prevent the blind behavior of the lady."

But the Earl of Lisbane just ignored him, and continued to look at Selma, with a strangeness in his eyes.

"Fuck," Kirtson was angrily: "Risban, we all know that the lady listens to you very much, don't pretend to be dead, say something!"

Nazer also frowned, but his gaze turned to Lisban.

Kierkeguer, who has always been silent, remained silent, watching the situation in the court quietly.

The rest of the vassals, large and small, responded differently, or worried, or eager, or gritted their teeth.

Tyles looked at the expressions of these vassals, clenching his fists.

Selma smiled, still watching Ian.

"So, dear Selma," Ian raised his hand cheerfully: "Have we reached a consensus?"

"Walton and Ronnie's great alliance?"

Selma's smile became brighter and even more relieved.

Tyles closed his eyes.

Under the gaze of the entire hero hall, the Grand Duke of Longxiao City gently leaned on the back of the seat and looked at the dragon spear in the cloud above her head.

"Your Excellency, Viscount," I only heard the voice of the Grand Duke, as if coming from the horizon:

"No."

At that moment~IndoMTL.com~ the whole hall heard breathing sounds of different rhythms, and then immediately quieted down.

Ian was stunned: "Selma, what?"

The next second, Selma straightened up from the seat, sat tightly, and became serious again.

Earl Nazaire narrowed his eyes, and Earl Lisbane frowned.

"I said, Your Excellency Viscount: "No"."

"As the Grand Duke of Longxiao City," the Grand Duke looked at Qiyuan City's heirs coldly, and said every word: "I reject your proposal, and there is no need for Qiyuan City to come forward for us."

"I will never marry you."

Ian frowned.

"Also, please call me "Grand Duke" or "Lady"," Selma said indifferently:

"We are not familiar enough to call each other's names."