Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 46: Do not die by the enemy (middle)

"How are you?"

　　 Jen looked suspiciously.

　　 Thales tried to adjust his turbulent breathing so that he did not show any signs.

　　 "Yes," Thales grinned reluctantly, pushing the plate of lettuce away from the scene:

　　 "It's just that I'm full, and some can't eat it."

　　 Jen was silent for a moment, his eyes sharpened.

　　 "So in your opinion, vassals like me are still the culprit? Is it the source of the country's selfish turmoil?"

　　 Thales did not admit or deny.

　　He looked at the Duke, trying to forget what he had seen in his mind:

　　 "Maybe."

　　"But this is not an accusation, because there is nothing you can do."

　　 can do nothing.

　　Jane tasted this sentence for a while.

　　He spoke blankly:

　　 "According to you, everything is inevitable. There is no room between us?"

　　 Thales looked at the Duke for a long time.

　　 He suddenly remembered the first time they met. At that time, they encountered a killer sent by Aaron together—according to Drill, that was the manpower of the Shield of Deception.

　　 If the hidden assassin jumped out at this time, wouldn't Jen become a shield for him again?

　　 Thales got rid of this boring thought, was silent for a while, and shook his head:

　　 "Who knows."

　　"But when the crisis is approaching, new demands must come from this."

　　 Thales is a little surprised:

　　"I think, when history is tired of repetition, when people are tired of disputes, when countries are tired of infighting...the time comes, the absolute, unique, and supreme power of the monarch may be called and needed again , Was pushed as the protagonist of history."

　　 Jane frowned.

　　 "Just like before, after the kings who said that one is the same one prospered and declined," Thales pointed to each other and smiled:

　　"The vassals split the land, ruled and expanded territory, and became the protagonists of history."

　　 Jen groaned for a few seconds.

　　"This saying, the protagonist of history is the king first, then the vassal, and then back to the king?"

　　He looked at King Kessel in the distance, then looked back at the prince:

　　 "Only these two, nothing else?"

　　 Thales snorted.

　　"King or vassal, one or more, gathering or scattered, special or all, central or block, bureaucrat or squire, unified or divided, centralized or autonomous, hierarchical or absolute power, various names, Performance varies, whatever you call it."

　　He shrugged:

　　"But as you just said: duality, two-way, two-way, both sides of the balance, both ends of the road."

　　 Zhan En coldly snorts:

　　"It looks like it is spinning around and back to the starting point."

　　 Thales shook his head disapprovingly:

　　"Spinning in place... Maybe it’s because you stood in the wrong place and chose the wrong angle?"

　　Jane looked at him.

　　"If you only stand in front of history, or fall behind history, yes, it does look like it goes back and forth: Thales has forgotten what he saw in his mind, and his tone becomes lighter:

　　"One up and down, one back and forth, rising from low to high, and then falling from high to low."

　　 "But if you three-dimensionally--I mean, move your noble buttocks, climb to a higher point in history, and then look down."

　　 Thales said slowly:

　　"Maybe you will find: From this perspective, under countless factors, in the unknown details..."

　　"History is always moving forward, making new choices."

　　 "Never spin around."

　　 Jane frowned, thinking for a long time.

　　 Just as Thales sighed, when he was about to continue, Jayne suddenly spoke:

　　 "Like waves on the sea?"

　　 "When looking up, the waves rise and fall, but the waves are always moving forward?"

　　 waves.

　　 Thales was surprised at first, then smiled.

　　 "Not bad."

　　 He was going to say the "spiral rise" of the bad street, but since the other party's consciousness is so high...

　　 Thales leaned back in his seat, silently watching the king and duke on the steps, and the various guests below.

　　 "Kings, good vassals, in addition to one after another, in history, every struggle, every alternation, every collision, there may be new sparks."

　　 Thales’ words become clearer:

　　"From the rise of ancient Shawen to the division of kings, from the juxtaposition of city-states to the conquest of the empire, from the heroes to the final empire, from the battle of the end to the establishment of stars, from the division of the revival king to the reform of the sage-under the sun , Everything is new.

　　 He thought of the old crow, slightly emotional.

　　Jane thought carefully about Thales’ words:

　　"History advances like waves, and we are like small boats on the waves. Most of the time we follow the waves, but occasionally we can ride the wind and waves?"

　　 Tellston gave it a bit.

　　 "The boat on the waves, very interesting."

　　"But unfortunately, I think this metaphor is both self-righteous and self-defeating."

　　 Faced with this contradictory answer, Jen cast a puzzled look at him.

　　 Thales turned his head and smiled.

　　 "I think we are water, but also waves."

　　 Thales’ expression is extremely serious:

　　 "We are history itself."

　　Jane's face changed slightly.

　　 This time, he turned around and was silent for a long time.

　　 Not far away, Mallos who had been busy all night and Glover who came back from outside just met:

　　"Or nothing?"

　　 Brother Luofo rubbed his hands that were flushed red, put on his gloves, and shook his head:

　　 "No."

　　"The guests were carefully searched before entering the venue, and there were no weapons or poisons found in the gift storeroom."

　　 "The guests who have been close to your Majesty and several dukes tonight-that's nearly a hundred people-have all been checked. They are all people with identities, no imposters, no suspicious things, at least nothing particularly suspicious."

　　 Mallos's face tightened.

　　 "Outside the hall, the guards sealed the road for one night and found nothing."

　　 "In the hall, the royal guards-whether it is from the Fuxing Palace or us-also watched for several hours and did not find the assassin."

　　 "Also," Glover hesitated and said:

　　 "I... heard from my acquaintances in the Vanguard Wing that even the people from the Kingdom's Secret Division came and used some taboo methods to detect threats."

　　 Kingdom Secret Section.

　　 Mallos' eyes flashed.

　　Glover continued:

　　"But in the entire Mindis Hall, there is neither high-energy bituminous resonance nor high-concentration refined eternal oil reaction."

　　 "At least, no one in the guest hides an unknown alchemy ball or magic gun."

　　 But Mallos suddenly reached out and took his shoulders!

　　Glover was taken aback, he saw Mallos lower his voice and his expression serious:

　　"What about other indicators?"

　　 "Formation interference? Incantation fluctuations? Abnormal rules? Original mutual exclusion? Equilibrium phenomenon? Traces of alienation? Are there other indicators of magic detection? What does Secret Science say?"

　　Glover was stunned by several unfamiliar words:

　　 "Magic?"

　　 "I, my friend didn't say so much..."

　　 Mallos frowned.

　　 unexpectedly, another voice came from behind and answered him.

　　 "None," In the two watchful eyes, the deputy captain, Vogel Talen walked coldly behind them:

　　 "There are no long-lost magic methods."

　　"At least not a magic assassination."

　　Glover looked at his two bosses worriedly.

　　 But Mallos was still thinking and didn't say anything.

　　 "Ha, Patterson caught a few pairs of love birds in the empty room of the wing hall, the clothes are not as neat as glue..."

　　D.D yawned and looked exhausted, coming from the other side to report:

　　"Also, Stuart caught a few naked men and women "chatting" in some carriages, Bastiya caught a few lazy guys from the servant passage, and there were a few in the kitchen. Stole food... but it's not a big deal, and the basement and fireplace are empty."

　　"Also, two men were caught in the bathroom, nestled in a single room to play'four-legged beasts', you know, hehe... Old Pi wanted to report, but I stopped him...cough cough , In short, we have an extra money this month to improve our food..."

　　 Doyle smirked and shook his head.

　　 Until he saw Vogel, he was shocked and tightened his body like an electric shock:

　　 "Ah! Tower, Captain Tarun-sir!"

　　 Vogel glanced at him, covering the contempt in his eyes.

　　Doyle coughed fiercely and became serious again:

　　"Report sir! Many older and important guests have already left: Count Caso is overwhelmed with alcohol, Baron Gals and his widow lover go home early, and Duke Arund will be taken back to his cell soon, it is said Prime Minister Cullen also asked the palace chief if he could leave..."

　　He turned his head and looked at the guests in the middle of the lobby who were getting more and more crazy:

　　 "These young people are left..."

　　 Mallos frowned, watched a guest **** the bard’s lute, sang a love song on his own, and confessed to a distressed girl:

　　 "I’ve been eating, drinking, singing and dancing all night, aren’t you tired?"

　　Doyle narrowed his eyes and watched the guest being stopped by another angry young man. After a few harsh words between the two of them, they fought, and staged a scene where the brothers were jealous ("Don't you Hit it!"-the girl with a tired face), until they were successfully pulled by their sweetheart waving a handkerchief ("What I really love is actually your father!"-the girl with a deep affection face):

　　 "It depends on who you are jumping with."

　　 Vogel snorted softly:

　　 "So, we have to prepare all night long? Wait for your assassin to show up?"

　　 Glover and Doyle both gave Mallos a glance, but the latter made no response.

　　 "You should be grateful that there are not many things your Majesty has tonight, and everything has been completed," Vogel said unhappily:

　　"Captain Adrian is persuading His Majesty to drop the minor arrangements and leave the field early."

　　"Can we end this farce?"

　　 Mallos pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up:

　　 "Maybe, maybe the assassin is still waiting for the opportunity."

　　"Waiting?" Vogel disdainfully said:

　　 "After your Majesty and the dukes have left..."

　　 Mallos raised his head:

　　"Then it will take away a large number of guards and let the rest relax."

　　 The watchman raised his head to look at the prince’s seat, where the Duke of Iris and Prince Thales seemed to be speculating, chatting enthusiastically, with no one else.

　　He frowned:

　　"Also bring the goal closer."

At the side of 　　 Thales, Jane raised his glass again, watching the romantic anecdote in the banquet hall that aroused crowds of people:

　　 An old baron with a blue face was arguing with an old friend he had known for many years, accusing him of disregarding his age and shame, disregarding the friendship between the two families, and seduce his own daughter-he originally planned to marry her to each other son.

　　Jane retracted his eyes:

　　 "The king, the vassal, and then the king."

　　 "Count Caso just proudly told me that your teacher in the north is Meri Hickser."

　　"Is this his teaching?"

　　 Hearing the familiar name, Thales was in a daze.

　　"Half it is," he missed the authentic:

　　"The old crow provided me with a lot of historical materials and details. I would also like to thank him for his perseverance in questioning, forcing me to think about every possible or impossible answer."

　　 As if the previous life was not enough.

　　Jane raised his glass to him:

　　 "What about the other half?"

　　 Thales shook his head.

　　 "That's another person's... it's a way of thinking."

　　Jane was puzzled.

　　"Three-stage," Thales is a little absent:

　　 "Affirmation, negation, negation of negation."

　　 Looking at the other's confused expression, Thales smiled:

　　"Or you just understand it like this: king, vassal, and then the new king."

　　 Jane understood right away, but he still frowned.

　　"Thinking method? Who said it?"

　　 Thales sighed:

　　 "Hegel."

　　 "No impression, who is he?"

　　 Thales shook his head: "You won't know, if you really want to talk about it, he is a long, long, long time ago..."

　　The prince thought for a moment, then smiled:

　　 "Master."

　　 Jen was stunned.

　　Master?

　　 He looked at Thales, his eyes more solemn.

　　 "That's it," Duke Iris said lightly:

　　 "It's very enlightening."

　　 Jane's eyes condensed, not knowing what he was thinking.

　　 Thales looked at the other person thinking hard, looking at something, and suddenly smiled.

　　 "You know, according to this logic..."

　　 Thales feels something:

　　 "You have an apple, I also have an apple, we exchange, each person is still an apple."

　　 Jen is puzzled.

　　 Thales raised his finger:

　　"But you have a thought, I also have a thought, when we exchange..."

　　 Zhan En has some insights, and then said:

　　"Two thoughts?"

　　 But Thales shook his head.

　　 "No, more than that."

　　He was a little surprised: "That way..."

　　"We will have an unprecedented third..."

　　 "New ideas."

　　 Jen was silent for a long time.

　　 At this moment, Thales suddenly saw: King Kessel got up from his seat, and the guardian of Styli who followed him put a cloak on him.

　　 followed the king's team into action.

　　Some guests noticed the king's actions and stepped forward to bid farewell, but King Kessel seemed to not want to be high-profile. He just waved his hand casually and disappeared from the side door surrounded by the royal guard.

　　 Queen Keya and Ji Ni are not there, and Kessel's back is even more lonely and cold.

　　 And the royal guards around him are like enemies.

　　 Thales felt tight: If the assassin wants to do something, now is the last chance.

　　 He didn't care about the look in his eyes, and looked around warily.

　　 However, a minute passed, until the king's huge entourage walked out of the banquet hall, and no one jumped out with a weapon and shouted slogans to assassinate the king.

　　 Thales heaved a sigh of relief as he watched the last person in the king's team disappear.

　　 Okay, he didn't expect the other party to come and say hello, "I'm going, I'm leaving".

　　 The prince subconsciously broke the perfect sitting posture, stretched his waist, and hurriedly sat upright before someone corrected him.

　　For some reason, Thales felt much more relaxed without the presence of the king, as if he was relieved of the burden.

　　 Obviously, Thales is not the only one who feels this way—the biggest evidence is that after the king left, the music in the banquet hall was not weak but strong, and the agitation of the crowd continued to increase.

　　 but...

　　 If the assassin’s target is not the king?

　　 Thales touched the knife on the table, rolled his eyes, and confirmed with Mallos.

　　 Fortunately, the Star Lake Guard guarded the main roads around him very well.

　　 "Your Majesty is leaving now?" Jane frowned.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Thales turned his head, and the absurd idea that Jaen was blocking his sword came into his heart:

　　 "There are other guests present, I think it's time for you to..."

　　 But Jain interrupted him.

　　 "Your opening toast today is good."

　　"A toast for God, for the country, for the king, for others, for the faith," Jayne focused on Thales, obviously not wanting to leave:

　　"But few people would say: respect yourself."

　　Jane said lightly:

　　 "I."

　　 Thales frowned slightly.

　　 He felt that Jen's mood changed.

　　Because the king left, more guests wanted to squeeze to the Duke of Star Lake, but they were all stopped by the Star Lake Guard. The reason was readily available and obvious: His Royal Highness Thales was talking to Duke Jen. The talk is very happy, don't disturb.

　　 "Tell me, Thales."

　　Jane called the prince's name directly again, he turned the glass in his hand and said softly.

　　 "Have you ever thought about..."

　　 Iris Duke raised his head on the seat and looked at the huge pillars in the hall with serious eyes:

　　 "Back then, if the lady Serena hadn’t been surprised, she would take you to the creeper manor and let you and I become enemies from the beginning..."

　　 "Later, if she didn't get into your convoy, she would be chased by the Queen of Night..."

　　 "Then we will be in another situation today?"

　　 Thales stared at Jen, his expression serious.

　　"What do you mean?"

　　 But the Duke of Iris smiled slightly:

　　 "Candy star and Kevin Deere, nine-pointed star and iris, we don't really need to be enemies."

　　"You and me, we can give up our previous quarrels and stand together..."

　　Jane looked at him, his eyes rolled with emotion:

　　 "In the future, in this shaky world..."

　　 "Achievement."

　　 Thales' eyes moved.

　　 Zhan En slowly approached him, and raised his glass for the third time, revealing his signature, spring-like smile:

　　 "As long as you are willing to accept peace-stop being an enemy of me."

　　 Thales was stunned.

　　Jane raised his eyebrows, moved his wrist, and gestured to Thales' wine glass on the table.

　　 The two looked at each other for several seconds.

　　 At that moment, Thales seemed to be back many years ago.

　　 At that time, in the army tent of the Northlanders, another much rougher man did the same. He pushed his wine glass to the prince at the time and invited him to drink together.

　　 Thales recovered quickly, he looked at Jen's expression and smiled.

　　"Give up the past, stand together..."

　　 "This sounds really familiar," the prince said playfully:

　　 "Six years ago, when I went to Exeter, did you say something similar?"

　　Jane's face sank.

　　 Thales looked at each other’s expression, remembering the words of Duke Falkenhaus in the Ghost Prince Tower:

　　【But you have to be more careful and vigilant. 】

　　【The powerful aristocratic lords will rush to find you, win over the prince who has not returned to the country for a long time, and try their best to win you to their side and turn you into the vanguard of the Fuxing Palace. 】

　　 Thales stared at Jen's face and chuckled:

　　 "Sorry, but maybe you should say: Can Xing and Kevin Deere, we simply marry as a family, and in the future, the blood will merge, advance and retreat, and share the throne of stars?"

　　At that moment, the prince clearly saw: Jane's expression became cold, and his breathing increased.

　　 is like a gentle spring breeze, suddenly crashing into a mass of cold air.

　　 Periphery, I came back and yawned for Doyle who was guarding, and pushed the guardian Ferry who looked honestly next to him:

　　 "His Royal Highness and Kevin Deere's family, what did they talk about? The relationship is so good? It's not going away for so long..."

　　"Speaking of Ferrie~IndoMTL.com~Do you think that although many girls are trying to get close tonight, your Highness, he, he, prefer to stay with men?"

　　 Maybe he didn’t expect that D.D would answer him, and Ferry stared at the guests loyally for a second:

　　 "Uh, it seems to be?"

　　Doyle looked suspicious:

　　 "Why do you say this?"

　　 Ferry replied without thinking:

　　 "Because your Royal Highness is also a man."

　　Huh?

　　 Doyle was stunned, feeling that something was wrong, he thought about it for a while, but he didn't find the flaw in this sentence.

　　 In front of Thales, the Duke of South Bank gently put down his glass.

　　 "Our past conflicts were caused by accidents or forced by the situation, but they were never intentional or personal grievances."

　　 Jane took two deep breaths, seeming to adjust his mood:

　　 "But this time, I'm serious."

　　 "This time only you and me. It has nothing to do with the family behind us. You don't have to involve them."

　　 Iris Duke’s tone was very blunt, as if he was trying to bear it.

　　 Only you and me, it has nothing to do with the family......

　　 This time, I'm serious...

　　 Thales smiled in his heart:

　　 What's the matter with this full of scumbag script and visual sense?