Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 45: Don’t die by the enemy (Part 1)

Indeed, Thales hasn't thought of this name for a long, long time.

　　Selena Corleone.

　　 He even had to admit that, many times, he deliberately blocked it in the depths of memory.

　　 I don’t want to think, and I hate to think.

　　 But when it sounded again, he still felt the discomfort from the heart.

　　【Betrayal, is the true meaning of alliance. 】

　　 As the memory became clearer, just as that face was about to reappear in his mind, Thales suddenly raised his head and focused his attention on his eyes.

　　 "What do you want to do?"

　　The prince looked suspiciously at Jen:

　　 "Why mention her?"

　　 In the middle of the hall, the canonization ceremony is still in progress. From time to time, nobles walk up the steps and kneel before the king's seat.

　　 Iris Duke smiled slightly and raised his glass to signal to the teenager:

　　 "This, my lord, you might as well treat it as one of my... banquet gifts."

　　 Thales remained motionless, his eyes cold.

　　 Jen waited for a while, but the boy didn't mean to raise his glass to respond at all.

　　 He didn't think he was disgusted, so he smiled and put down the glass.

　　 But Jane frowned and looked around:

　　 "Is this my illusion, or is your guards really more nervous than usual?"

　　 "Why, suspect that I will murder His Royal Highness?"

　　 Thales felt tight, but his expression remained unchanged:

　　 "My captain is serious and strict."

　　 Thales smiled at Mallos and Glover, and repeatedly signaled that their people shouldn’t be nervous:

The Duke of 　　 Xinghu turned his head, his eyes burning:

　　 "As for doubting you... well, I really can't blame them."

　　 "You know, the gift you sent me off six years ago hasn't been digested until now."

　　Jane cocked the corners of his mouth:

　　"Then you need this gift even more-to help you digest the last one."

　　 "How about?"

　　 Thales snorted ironically.

　　 With unspeakable feelings from outsiders, they silently looked at each other for a few seconds.

　　 Finally, Thales faintly said:

　　"So, Serena, where is she?"

　　 Jen smiled.

　　He raised his hand gracefully, inviting a waiter, and in Thales’ unpleasant eyes, he ordered a piece of beef, and then he spoke unhurriedly between the soft sounds of the tableware and the plate:

　　 "Since six years ago, after inflicting great losses on you and me, the cruel and cruel careerist from the kingdom of night has been recuperating in the stars for some time."

　　 as if this was just ordinary chat.

　　 Thales thought a little.

　　 "There is a kind."

　　 "It has caused so many troubles and caused so many people," Thales thought of the threat and harm she brought to herself, and snorted coldly:

　　 "She dare to stay in the stars?"

　　 But Thales immediately had a meal.

　　 He raised his head and stared at Jen in disbelief.

　　 Jen picked up a piece of beef and looked back at him with a smile.

　　 Thales understands something.

　　 "You."

　　 With a slight surprise, Thales frowned:

　　 "I guess, when you and the Corleone family completely broke, the ugly face-I mean, Serena Corleone, who came out of the clan, became your natural ally?"

　　 Jane only tasted two pieces and then stopped. He maintained his smile and wiped the corners of his lips with a table cloth.

　　"After Ms. Serena was driven away by you, I did, um, provided her with some shelter."

　　 really.

　　 The surprise on Thales’s face slowly faded.

　　 "I remember someone told me," the boy looked at him disdainfully:

　　 "With the jackal on the same boat, there must be a risk of overturning the boat."

　　 At that moment, Jen's expression stopped for an instant.

　　"Especially before you and Serena Corleone, you and I love each other."

　　 is half sincere, half ironic, Thales hummed softly:

　　 "Trust me, this is a talk of experience."

　　 Jen was silent for a moment.

　　 But in only a few tenths of a second, the Duke of Iris raised his head and replied with a decent smile.

　　 "Well, that's true," he nodded politely, "I discovered this myself later."

　　 Janen has a slight chill in his eyes:

　　"Especially after she broke free of her shackles, sucked up some of my men, and left without saying goodbye."

　　 free from the shackles...

　　 Thales has a clear look:

　　 "It seems that the shelter you gave her is too good."

　　 But, since it's Serena, put her on the shackles...

　　 Hmm, little Jane.

　　The prince silently gave him a thumb in his heart:

　　 Nice job.

In the 　　 hall, the canonization ceremony finally came to an end.

　　The music is back again, the performers are back on the stage, and the liveliness and noise have become the main theme of the banquet again. Perhaps due to the passage of time, the drinking spirit may cause the guests to call friends, or groups of friends, and more and more Unrestrained and free.

　　 Thales also saw many male and female guests disappear in the same place one after another, never returning for a long time.

　　King Kessel returned to his seat, but the queen had already left. He was slightly lonely.

　　The king's eyes glanced at Thales, then moved away.

　　 The royal guards around him were as serious as they were before, but Thales, who knew the inside story, could clearly feel it, and they were relieved.

　　The assassin did not appear.

　　 is a good thing.

　　 is also a bad thing.

　　 Jann raised the glass, his eyes were subtle, and he pulled Thales back to the current conversation.

　　"The sea route to the East is very profitable," Duke Iris smelt the scent of the drink lightly:

　　"Since the misfortune six years ago, the Kevin Deere family has been looking for opportunities to repair the relationship with the Corleone family and get back together."

　　"So I think, the family criminal they are looking for may be a breakthrough."

　　 Thales raised his eyebrows.

　　 "Get back together? After you tried to kill the Star Prince by the hand of the Queen of Night?"

　　The prince tells the truth without any psychological burden, with sarcasm:

　　 "I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

　　 "Got to try," Jen smiled again, perfectly elegant:

　　 "Ning to die because of a friend, not an enemy."

　　 Thales shook his head disapprovingly.

　　 But there is a small voice in his heart:

　　No.

　　If the Kevin Deere family really **** that ugly old witch stupefied and sent it to her sister as a gift...

　　 Thales retracted his gaze and frowned.

　　 Maybe, they might really reconcile.

　　 Fortunately, Serena broke free and was not caught by Jane.

　　 Hmm, Ugly Face Po.

　　 Thales secretly nodded for the enemy of life and death:

　　 Nice job.

The prince 　　 thought, while putting a piece of lettuce into his mouth:

　　 "But you said, you have her latest news."

　　Jane nodded:

　　"After that, we paid special attention to the whereabouts of Ms. Serena."

　　"In the past six years, this exiled politician of the night country has been indeterminate. She has been seen everywhere from Levol City to Sunlust. Until a few days ago, someone saw her in Freedom League."

　　From...

　　 Thales was taken aback, then looked up.

　　 "Where?"

　　 Jen smiled.

　　"Yes, the desperate Alliance of Freedom does everything possible to survive, regardless of dignity, regardless of the cost, regardless of origin or history, and eagerly seeking people with lofty ideals from all sides to join the just struggle."

　　"From criminals to mercenaries, from gangsters to thugs, they will accept everyone and everyone to resist the unjust aggression from Exeter."

　　"Ms. Serena was one of them, and she was also regarded as a guest of honor."

　　Ugly face woman is in... the Freedom League?

　　 Help against Exeter?

　　 Gilbert brought the news that Exeter was defeated, and the coach's whereabouts was missing flashed through his mind.

　　 Selma's patience, perseverance and unyielding face also appeared before his eyes.

　　 But what followed was the image of Serena Corleone who became more and more clear, and at the same time had serious and lovely, glamorous and vicious, one big and one small face-Serena Corleone.

　　 Thales sank, his chest confused.

　　 Can’t you?

　　Old witch, are you again?

　　 There is a strange feeling again on his neck, his wrist, and the place where the blood was bitten.

　　 "Of course, it's about Exeter, maybe you know more than me, what do you think?" Jann took a sip of the wine.

　　 Thales stared at the opponent's glass, shook his head in disdain.

　　 "Drink poison to quench thirst."

　　 "As long as the old witch has participated, no matter what, there is no good thing."

　　Jane raised his eyebrows, and didn't deny it.

　　 Thales was lost in thought, and Jen said nothing, and the two sat facing each other in silence for a while.

　　 Until Thales recovered:

　　 "That's it? Nothing else?"

　　Jane looked up at him:

　　 "That's it."

　　 Thales pursed his lips and nodded, with the intention of seeing off the guests:

　　 "So..."

　　 At this moment, Jann raised his arm and pointed to a nobleman in the crowd who had a red nose after drinking, but was energetic and accepted everyone’s congratulations:

　　 "Look, it was the Losinante family, operated by two generations. They finally became hereditary vassals."

　　Jane’s tone is a bit long:

　　 "Just don't know, how long will it last?"

　　 Thales frowned slightly, thinking about the other party's intentions.

　　 But the next moment, the words of the Duke of Iris were beyond his expectation.

　　 "Tyles," I saw Jane looking at the Lornanner in the crowd, with deep eyes and a quiet tone:

　　 "Do you know how the relationship between the prince and the vassal came from?"

　　Tales was surprised.

　　 This is the first time the other party has called Thales by his name tonight, without any title.

　　The prince looked at the opponent suspiciously.

　　The guardian duke of the South Bank seems to be lost in thought, and he is authentic:

　　"When mankind just came out of the age of ignorance, when the kings stood side by side and the empire was not born, the world was not peaceful."

　　"In the era of turmoil and chaos, the weak people clung to and surrendered to the powerful, powerful, armed and landed kings, seeking protection."

　　"The protected people, in exchange, must go to the land that belongs to the king, lead their family and friends to farm and graze, work and produce, and provide for their security in exchange for safety."

　　Jean turned his eyes and watched the team approaching the King’s guests:

　　"Shavin, Northland, Rock Ridge, Ludor, Yuanshan, Thornland... All ancient human kingdoms were established in this way, with few exceptions."

　　Jane narrowed his eyes and looked at King Kessel in the distance:

　　 "Security is the duty of the king and the right of vassals."

　　Safe.

　　 Thales suddenly remembered the vow he made in the Palace of Valor when King Chaman was crowned:

　　 [As a Northlander, I will bear this heavy responsibility. As the king of the whole territory, rely on my mind and wisdom to stand at the forefront of the kingdom. 】

　　 as the king of the whole territory.

　　 is at the forefront of the kingdom...

　　 is it?

　　 Thales remembered that day when Chaman put on the **** crown and looked down among the crowd shouting long live.

　　 "Labour is the duty of the vassal and the right of the king."

　　 Jen smiled slightly, seemingly disdainful:

　　 "Look, the essence of the order of the monarchs and ministers is actually just trading."

　　 "I work for you, and you protect me well."

　　 He stared at the drunken guests under the banquet hall.

　　 "If the vassal can no longer work, serve, and pay taxes, then the king has the right to drive away the vassal and take back the land."

　　 He turned his head again and looked at the highest point of the banquet, looking down at Kaiser V indifferently.

　　 "If the king can no longer defend against foreign enemies and ensure safety, the vassal has the right to abandon the king and find another owner."

　　 Thales frowned fiercely.

　　 He knows what the other party is going to say.

　　Jane turned around and stared at the prince silently.

　　"This right and this matter is justified and agreed upon."

　　 Thales had an illusion: The Duke of South Bank, who was originally pro- and approachable, appeared sharp at this moment.

　　"This is true of vassals and their vassals, lords and their people. This is the cornerstone of our rule, a contract, and even a covenant."

　　 Jane whispered:

　　 "Dual, two-way, two sides, both sides of the balance, both ends of the road."

　　"The balance can be tilted."

　　"You have to add weight to one side to return to balance."

　　 Jayne stared at Thales closely. His tone was calm and his gaze was indifferent, but for some reason, Thales still felt locked in.

　　The prince looked at the lively banquet hall, listened to the lavish sound in his ear, and slowly inhaled.

　　 "I can't say that you are wrong."

　　 Thales looked back at Jen and said seriously:

　　"At least, not all wrong."

　　 Jane looked at him for several seconds before chuckling slightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at this sentence or Thales himself.

　　 The rigorous and well-known Duke Kevin Deere turned his head, raising his glass, his attitude slowly became casual and undisciplined:

　　"The interesting thing is that compared with us, in many places in the East, from Humbold to Suye, from Ligur State to the Great Khanate, the ruler there is truly monopolized. If one is the same, the monarch is supreme. "

　　"Almost a god."

　　 He took a sip of wine and said quietly:

　　 "Better the empire."

　　 Thales let out a breath:

　　 "I remember, you said that you have traveled to Donglu."

　　 Well, I am a returnee.

　　 Jen snorted and shook the glass.

　　 Thales raised his eyebrows while looking at Jen's uncommon casual appearance:

　　"So what?"

　　Jane's eyes are shining, and he continues:

　　"From what I have seen and heard, the subjects there are simple and kind, but numb and forbearing. From top to bottom, they are trembling with the supreme power, full of awe, and even worship and appreciation."

　　"From life to death, they believed that the king who ruled them was extremely sacred, and that obedience to the tradition of ancestors was crucial, and as servants, throughout their lives, they had only the obligation to obey--or rather, honor?"

　　Jane's fingers are tightly pinched on the wine glass:

　　"Among them, the widely respected morality is the hope that the superior monarch is virtuous and righteous, hoping that the bureaucrats who rule the world will be aware of the details. For the best, the ministers will at most admonish the dead, moving the world. Make them change their minds—their books are full of stories like this, and they take it as a model."

　　 "Someone told me that this is determined by their history and tradition, nature and habits, and there is a reason. Although I think that most of the time, it is just helpless self-deception."

　　 Thales did not speak.

　　 Jen turned his head.

　　 This time, he left from the long memory and looked at the Prince Thales seriously:

　　"In the days I traveled, I couldn’t help thinking, in that kind of place, once the king’s rebellious actions reached the extreme, and once the government became dark and dirty, the dissatisfaction of the civil servants was caused by tradition and unjustified. So it becomes gentle and weak, without threat?"

　　His tone became colder:

　　"Or is it more violent and **** because of long-term depression and nowhere to go, leaving no room for it?"

　　 Thales gave a wink.

　　At this moment, he seemed to be back to the Ghost Prince Tower, and the person in front of him was the abominable Falkenhauser.

　　 [A strong horse will not succumb to an iron whip, and the rider will not give up whipping. 】

　　"Is it better than us?"

　　"Or is it worse?"

　　Jean stared at him firmly, as if he must answer from the prince:

　　 "We, and them."

　　"Which one is more in line with the future of the world?"

　　 Thales was silent for a long time.

　　During this period, he even forgot that he was still at the banquet, and the king was still at the table, his loyal subordinates were still trying to find a possible assassin, and thousands of miles away, he had lived and died together. Of girls may still be behind bars.

　　Jane just waited for him quietly, his eyes deep and unclear.

　　 Finally, Thales took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

　　 "I think we are neither qualified nor necessary to judge and compare."

　　 "Let’s talk about the future."

　　 Jen frowned, seemingly disappointed.

　　K Thales raised his head, looked at the shadowy, endless banquet hall, and said seriously:

　　 "But I believe that everything comes by itself."

　　"I also believe that everything changes freely."

　　 "I still believe that everything is different."

　　Jane's eyebrows become more frowned and tighten.

　　 "I believe even more, no matter when, where, and whoever it is," Thales looked at him with firm eyes:

　　"History itself will choose the future that suits you best."

　　Jane thought for a moment, then smiled.

　　"History?"

　　 "You say it as if it is an individual and can decide by itself."

　　 Thales raised his eyebrows:

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　Jane seems puzzled.

　　 But Thales just gently picked up a lettuce and looked at it carefully:

　　"The age of ignorance is over, and the history of the kings and the empire are also long gone."

　　He seems to be casual and authentic:

　　"When more and more vassals are attached, the land to rule is more and more extensive, and the basic government affairs are becoming more and more complicated. No matter how powerful the king is, it is beyond reach, let alone everything."

　　 Thales suddenly thought of King Nunn.

　　 But it is not that powerful, old and fierce natural king.

　　, but after the duel, the old man who sat on the steps with him, holding a glass of old wine, his family broke down, was lonely and frustrated.

　　"So for many things on the land, the vassal had to put down his **** and make his own decision."

　　 Thales said silently:

　　"After the vassal died, the king did not have the energy to reclaim and seal every piece of land, large and small."

　　The prince raised his head, gradually becoming serious:

　　 "So, the land originally entrusted to the vassals gradually became the father and the son and passed on from generation to generation. The affairs of the fief were decided by themselves and became a tradition."

　　"The property of the fief was made private by the lord. It cannot be easily stripped by the lord and taken by others."

　　 Thales looks at Duke Iris:

　　"A vassal lord like you, then stepped onto the stage and became the protagonist of history, eager to win, and forge ahead."

　　"So the kingdom develops, cascades under jurisdiction, civilization expands, and dominance gains."

　　 Thales said sternly:

　　 "So there are today's stars."

　　Jane's expression also became serious.

　　 But the Duke of South Bank didn't know. At this moment, Thales was not thinking of the Star Kingdom.

　　 He thought of Exeter.

　　 When the hero Nicaru was founded, he did not grant the power to rule the country to the other nine knights who were both talented and ambitious, let them raise their flags and set off in different directions. To open up the territory for oneself, to make a name for the Northland...

　　The Kingdom of Exeter, will there still be the vast territory of today, will it be famous?

　　Even, will there be a kingdom?

　　 Jen snorted slightly.

　　"Interesting, so do you think that the autonomy, self-reliance and self-reliance of our vassals is natural and reasonable?"

　　He looked at Thales with interest.

　　 Thales recovered and smiled.

　　 "I haven't finished talking yet."

　　 "When the private ownership of the fiefdom becomes a consensus, the power of the vassals reaches its peak," Thales said slowly:

　　 "Worse among them, it is more worthy of a country's king, and a court of resistance."

　　 The way King Chaman was when he was crowned again appeared in front of him. The Prince Killing King stood upright, his eyes were like ice, but fire was burning inside.

　　The dragon scale crown stood firmly on his head.

　　But...

　　 Thales raised his head and pressed his lips lightly.

　　 In that picture, the one standing quietly in front of Chaman Rumba is not the former King Nunn.

　　 is the towering Longxiao Mountain that has survived thousands of years of wind and rain, deep and dark, magnificent...

　　The Palace of Heroes.

　　 Thales only felt a little stagnation in his breathing.

　　 In front of it, King Chaman, who was once terrifying, looked lonely and weak from the back, insignificant.

　　 Thales gritted his teeth:

　　"But because of this trend, authority is gradually disintegrating, and traditions are gradually becoming easier. The fief is no longer a rigid trust in the hands of the king. It is liberated and turned into a title deed, which can be in the hands of different people. Changes in the upward circulation have been able to affect the livelihoods of countless people rooted on it, and can evoke endless disputes over power and interests."

　　"So the vassals kept their privates, the people owned their lords, the lords fought against each other, and the borders of the territory were easier to come back and forth from here."

　　 What flashed before his eyes, there were both Grand Duke Peffert whose neck was broken in a duel, and King Nunn's head in a pool of blood.

　　There are even the cold eyes of Charman Lombard.

　　"When the land disputes in the kingdom intensified, when the boundary between the king and the vassal gradually blurred, when the security and labor contracts gradually lapsed, when the last point of traditional dignity disappeared, the kingdom on the land was on the verge of danger. "

　　He took a deep breath and continued:

　　 "That's it, what you said, the tradition and system that was born for safety ~ IndoMTL.com~ It's too late, fight against yourself..."

　　 "...ends safety."

　　In his imagination, Thales quietly looked at the terrible king facing the Palace of Valor alone.

　　He has a steadfast pace, never wavering, let alone weakness.

　　 But yes, Charman Rumba.

　　What you have to face......

　　 But the next moment, Thales was shocked!

　　 For a moment, it seemed that the scene before him had changed.

　　The back standing in front of him is no longer King Chaman.

　　 is another young man he has never seen before, but is extremely familiar with.

　　 The young man is tall and straight, but he is alone.

　　 Thales was stunned.

　　He saw that the other party was wearing a silver crown on his head, dotted with nine stars.

　　 and the front of the youth...

　　 Thales turned his eyes hard.

　　 He saw it, pressed against the youth like a dome...

　　 is a black pyramid that rises from the ground and ends in the sky, quiet but dead, vast but heavy, magnificent but cumbersome.

　　 Thales stopped breathing for a moment.

　　 is the one who hibernates under the stars, takes root in the sunset, and is firm and firm under the storm...

　　 Fuxing Palace.

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