Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 45: Rumba’s plan

For three seconds, no one spoke.

Until...

"Throw away the nonsense," Nicolai turned his head intentionally or unintentionally, revealing the hilt behind his back, his eyes were fierce, and his words were cold as frost: "Or, do you like to joke?"

Cohen narrowed his eyes.

Even Xiao Shuatou shook his head.

Thyls raised his eyebrows and smiled awkwardly: "But I am serious..."

He looked at everyone's unsatisfactory and suspicious gazes, and he snorted in his heart.

The prince finally had to shook his head: "Well, let's get to the subject..."

"From the assassination of King Nunn to the present, I have collected a lot of information in the escape," Thales sighed, "There are many details about Rumba's plan."

Putillay and Raphael looked at each other, secretly surprised.

Miranda frowned slightly: "On the run, collecting information?"

Thyls shrugged: "You can't just run away in a panic."

Nicolai's eyes gathered together: "For example?"

"For example, Rumba’s real purpose," Thales’ breathing slowly slowed: "Whether it’s the army that didn’t need to be brought, or the appearance of himself, it’s far more than'counterattack Nunn to protect himself 'The required category."

"We said this question in the cell," Miranda said sharply: "Do you have the answer?"

In everyone's eyes, Thales lowered his head slightly.

He recalled the oppressive conversation in the carriage.

"When King Nunn died and I fell into Lombard's hands, he said a word to me," the second prince said in a daze, restoring the scene in his brain: "That sentence has been Bothered me until just now."

Raphael leaned forward unconsciously, squinting.

"Charman Rumba's original words are," Thales said with a thick throat, following that of the hero: "'Next?'"

"'Go to save this country'."

Except for the little slippery head, everyone was stunned.

There was another few seconds of silence.

"What?" This was Putila, who was surprised.

Raphael and Miranda lowered their heads in thought.

"Hmph," Nicolai shook his head, and exchanged glances with Mike: "The self-defense of the shameless, the cunning of the kingslayer."

But Thales shook his head solemnly.

"No, I can feel it," the prince exhaled, his eyes full of solemnity: "He is serious: Rumba really thinks he is doing something to save Exeter."

The face of the meteorite slowly froze.

Cohen scratched his head: "Perhaps, we should stop this kind of guessing game, go straight, say something I understand?"

"There is a problem with this sentence," Putila took a cigarette, undercurrents in his eyes: "What needs to be saved in this country?"

"Perhaps referring to the overthrow of King Nunn?" Miranda folded her arms and thought carefully: "And as far as I know, the reign of King Nunn VII for thirty years has made the princes respect and fear. ."

"For Rumba, Nunn's death is the new birth of the country. Can they finally get rid of the oppression of Walton and Dragon City?"

Melke sighed.

But the prince still shook his head.

Tyles took a breath and said silently: "The biggest reason that Rumba wants to defeat King Nunn is because he is afraid that King Nunn will retaliate against the black sand collar to protect himself."

"But this problem has been solved," Thales raised his head, combining every element in his mind: "King Nunn is dead, and I won't crawl out of the prison to find him again."

Raphael didn't say a word, but suddenly smiled.

"According to Rumba's original sentence," the young man of Secret Branch showed a scrutiny gaze: "He is about to'go' to save the country. At this time King Nunn is dead. From a chronological point of view, it is wrong.

Thyls nodded dreamily.

"Unless Rumba hasn't taken a grammar class, I don't even know the current and future tenses." Thales said lightly.

"Otherwise, what he called saving the country..."

Tyles raised his head and his eyes were extremely solemn: "It is definitely not just to overthrow King Nunn, or even to get rid of the oppression of Dragon City, not just to change the king."

"He wants more."

"He wants an unprecedented change."

"I want to'save this country' most thoroughly."

Everyone fell silent.

"I bet," Thales let out a sigh in a serious and serious tone: "This is why Rumba brought the army to Longxiao City. The reason why he wants to go to the Palace of Valor at this moment is also the key to our counterattack. "

"Take the army to the Palace of Valor, can you save the country?" Cohen asked in a puzzled manner: "What is he going to do? Kill all the nobles of Longxiao City from the Duke to the Earl?"

Putila sneered.

"In the first few decades of my life, I learned one thing," the deputy envoy exhaled a breath of smoke, and said quietly: "Violence is the shortest time, the simplest method, and the least effective of all the methods to solve problems. One is best as a last resort."

Thyls sighed, all the clues became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"In that impressive journey, I heard another detail."

Everyone's eyes were once again attracted by the prince.

"The Shield of Deception told Rumba," Thales said silently: "When Sulliton assassinated King Nunn, he spent a long time looking for the king's trace."

Putilla looked up suddenly!

As if thinking of something.

Raphael also opened his mouth in surprise.

Thyls lowered his head:

Thanks to Kaslan...

Thank you for giving me Gu's hiding place...

Otherwise...

Otherwise, I probably won't see the scene where Rumba meets with Shadow Shield.

He thought silently.

Huiya raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"Very inappropriate," Putilai frowned, and his tone was tense: "Arrange for an assassination, but he can't determine the location of the target and the time of the assassination..."

The thin man's eyes scowled: "For an assassination that requires planning and preparation, this is one of the most fatal and unforgivable mistakes."

"This means...the assassination of Shield of Deception and Surreyton, there was an accident that they did not expect."

"Oh," Cohen patted his head suddenly, then raised his thumb and said sincerely, "Uncle, you seem to be very experienced."

At that moment, Putila's eyes darkened.

Tyles took a deep breath and raised his head.

"The migratory locust blade jumped off the cliff of the sky and assassinated the king," the prince solemnly said: "He had been hiding on the cliff of the sky before."

Not even Ashida and Black Sword found him.

Tyles clenched his fists, thinking and sorting out.

"How did he get up?: Nicolai doubted: "Even at night, Surreyton can't climb the cliff of the sky without being noticed. "

Thyls shook his head.

"This is not important."

"The important thing is," the second prince's pupils shrank slightly: "There is only one place connected by the cliff in the sky."

Lord Mike, who has been a king's official for many years, his eyes trembled and he said the answer: "Heroes Palace."

No one speaks, everyone knows what it means.

"In other words," Thales nodded slightly: "Baannet Surryton planned to enter the Palace of Valor from the Sky Cliff and assassinate King Nunn."

"The Palace of Valor was the place where King Nunn would die in their original plan."

Raphael; with a strange smile, looking at the prince quietly.

"Everything is okay," Thales thought dreamily: "After Nunn was assassinated, Rumba appeared unreasonably with the army, and even killed our mouth, but he shouldn't be so suspicious. Unwise."

Slap!

Thyls slammed a punch into his palm, his eyes beaming.

"Now I understand, Rumba and the army will be there," he exhaled, "Because of an accident in the assassination plan: King Nunn should not die in the shield zone, but should die in the Palace of Valor like a dragon The accident in the blood plan is the same."

Raphael sneered silently.

"Surriton could not find the king in the Palace of Valor, so Rumba had to send troops into the shield area to search for the traces of Nunn," Thales clenched his fist: "and confirming that Surreyton succeeded in assassination After that, his first thought was to kill witnesses to silence his mouth."

Nicolai's face turned blue, and his eyes showed pain.

"Your Majesty Nunn," the meteorite said bitterly: "He should have stayed safely in the Palace of Valor when fighting the disaster, but he chose to set off with the White Blade Guard and came outside the palace."

"He said he believed that the place where the White Blade Guard is located is the safest place in the world."

Melke lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "We have all failed our duties."

Thyls' eyes darkened: "Choose to leave the palace, although the tragedy of the assassination is inevitable, but this may be the wisest decision of the old king before his death."

"Leave a glimmer of life for us."

The guard raised his hand.

"What does this mean?" Cohen waved his palm and thought hard: "Rumba doesn't want people outside the palace to know that Nunn is dead?"

Miranda raised her head, eyes cold.

"If King Nunn died in the Palace of Valor for some reason according to the original plan of Rumba," the female swordsman asked coldly, "What will happen then?"

Putila shook his head: "It's not the situation..."

Thyls gave a hum, and several different figures with high authority appeared in his mind, and he muttered to take the words of the deputy envoy: "It was the four friendly and kind old friends who were also in the Palace at the time... "

"What will happen to them."

Thyls raised his eyes suddenly and looked at everyone.

"Let's go." He said decisively.

"Where to go?" Nikolai narrowed his eyes.

Thyls smiled.

"Go to verify my final guess," the prince whispered: "Find Rumba's weakness."

At the same time, the conversation between the five princes in the Hall of Heroes in the Palace of Valor has become increasingly tense.

"About your majesty's misfortune..."

Chaman Rumba looked at the four grand princes in front of him coldly: "It seems that you have something to say?"

Ronnie from Qiyuan City snorted coldly:

"Don't treat your peers as fools."

Just listen to Grand Duke Ronnie coldly saying: "We are not those noble backing boards in knight novels who only set off the protagonist and give his daughter to him for nothing."

Rumba squinted his eyes.

"As your Majesty's greatest enemy, Chaman," the bearded Olesiu raised his chin, clasped his arms, and his face was serious: "You know his death so much earlier than us, this It's not easy."

Grand Duke Heisha snorted softly.

"And not too soon, not too late, just appearing soon after your majesty's assassination?" Grand Duke Trudida hid half of his face in the shadow that the brazier could not see, touched his beard, and said in a strange way: "It seems The black-collared Marco is so fast, how about catching up with the dragon and selling me some?"

Grand Duke Rumba cocked his mouth slightly.

"I thought," the old and respectful Grand Duke Lecco shook his head, making his bald head more conspicuous, and occasionally a pair of eyes appeared fine: "If you just want to talk to a few of us... Isn’t it necessary to bring too much of the “Guardian” outside the door?"

Chaman Rumba raised his head and glanced at the dragon spear in the cloud above his head.

His hand pressed the old saber around his waist.

The next second, he nodded slowly.

But on Rumba's unsmiling face, his eyes became colder and colder.

"I don't know that you guys are starting to learn to act on stage," Duke Heisha lowered his head and hummed, looking around the four people:

"One person, one line?"

Boom!

Grand Duke Ronnie slammed a fist against the rectangular table, his eyes chilling.

"Stop the nonsense," Grand Duke Qiyuan said fiercely, "What are you thinking about your big head that has been blown by the sands of the south for forty years!"

"Killing the king, ruining our biggest rules and understanding in more than 600 years?"

"Do you think you can escape?"

The princes looked at Rumba coldly and did not answer.

And Rumba frowned, facing Ronnie's question.

In a few seconds.

"I thought you would be very happy," Rumba said softly, his voice a little hoarse: "After all, he is dead, you can finally get rid of that tyrant."

"Get rid of his officials."

"Get rid of his unreasonable demands."

"Get rid of his increasingly greedy."

"Get rid of his increasingly powerful power."

"Get rid of his unreasonable finger-pointing about your respective territories."

Chaman Rumba scanned the princes coldly: "Isn't it?"

At that moment, a different color flashed in the eyes of the four grand princes.

There was a moment of silence in the field.

The Grand Duke Welland, Rebion Olesiu stepped forward.

The corners of the beard's mouth bend, and he can only listen to him in a cold tone: "But this game is not played like that."

"You cannot overturn the board because of a temporary disadvantage."

He narrowed his eyes: "You act like a desperate gambler. This makes us very nervous."

Rumba gave a cold snort, seemingly disdainful.

"Nervous?"

He stretched out his palm, patted his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Just ask yourself, my princes."

"In the past thirty years, the past sixty, ninety years," Rumba looked like ice, and said words like a sword, "Is it me, or those with the surname Walton? The king, who is suffocating you by means and menace, makes you more nervous?"

The princes did not speak. Years of experience have made them accustomed to emotions and anger. Not everyone is as young as Puffett.

Rumba stepped forward and walked towards the rectangular table.

"Of course, Nunn and Walton are good at playing this game. He keeps his board in order," just listened to Rumba's cold voice: "Look at that throne. It's almost a hundred years in Xiaocheng!"

Grand Duke Heisha waved his hand and pointed at King Nunn's position, his eyes were cold: "Don't you think it is strange?"

Grand Duke Olesiu gave a bad cry.

"This has nothing to do with us." The Grand Duke of Welland walked up to him and confronted Lombard without flinching: "But you did break the co-rule vow, Your Majesty is still your King ."

Boom!

Rumba takes a step forward!

His forehead was almost touching Olesiu's forehead.

But Olesiu did not flinch, his eyes fierce.

The atmosphere between the two grand princes became more and more tense.

"Then you should know." The Grand Duke of Rumba squinted his eyes. He bit the words one after another. It sounded very frail: "If he is still alive, after two months, my head will be pretended In the box~IndoMTL.com~ for you to visit."

"How do you know that the head in the next box will not be one of you?"

"Stop talking nonsense," the oldest Grand Duke Lecco raised his head infrequently, with serious eyes: "Trying to make us believe that the star prince killed the king is not a good idea to divert the focus. "

"The Northlanders have their own way of the Northland," Grand Duke Ronnie answered his words and said in a deep voice: "Just follow."

The Grand Duke of Rumba narrowed his eyes, seemingly dissatisfied.

The Grand Duke of Trudida clapped his palms.

"I don't think he wants to follow the way of the North," I saw this rebuilding tower famous for cunning, tilting his head: "Look at the bunch of stunned soldiers outside the door."

Grand Duke Ronnie snorted coldly: "Why, are you planning to kill us all here?"

Lord Rumba looked at the four princes, his face getting colder and colder.

He clenched his fists.

But the four princes in front of them didn't mean to shrink at all, or were sitting or standing, staring at Rumba coldly, without compromise.

After a while.

Rumba loosened his fist, sank his chest, and slowly exhaled.

"I'm not here to threaten you." Duke Heisha solemnly said: "It's not to be against you."

Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes, as if thinking deeply.

Rumba suddenly raised his head: "I am here today for Exeter."

Grand Duke Olesiu and Duke Ronnie looked at each other and sneered at the same time.

"For Exter's future," he listened to Rumba solemnly: "I have an important proposal to make to you."

Trudida looked suspicious.

Heisha raised his head, his face was cold, but his eyes were like flames burning.

Like a flame in ice.

"We..." he said lightly:

"Carve up Longxiao City."