Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 46: Unplanned

"Humhhhhh..."

The laughter is like a person covering his mouth, holding back his laughter in the crowd, and laughing desperately. Novel

The embarrassed Grand Duke was suddenly stunned.

Who is it?

The people in the North, who were already impatient in the unspeakable contradiction, turned their heads and looked for the source of laughter.

They quickly found their target.

Not far from Viscount Ian, a young man sitting in a chair with his arms leaning on his knees, pressing his chin, watching the people and things in the hall interestingly, eating low. With a smile.

Many people can see him clearly.

Many people's expressions changed as they saw the emblem on his robe.

"Northern people?" The young and young man with the nine-pointed star emblem smiled, and from time to time learned the accent of the grand duke: "'Are you coming? Are you coming?'..."

"Hahahaha..."

He looked at the Northland men in the hall from a distance with a sneer in his eyes, tilted his head back with a look of irrelevant expression on his face.

"Are you here? Hahaha..."

The boy's happy laugh continued to spread.

A lot of people's faces became extremely green, and they also attracted a lot of hostile eyes for themselves.

Even the Grand Duke's guard next to him looked at him with a wry expression.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

Some vassals cursed lowly in the corner of the hall.

Ian stared at him, staring at the Nine-Pointed Star boy in a daze, watching him leaning back and forth with a smile, watching the unabashed contempt on his face.

It doesn't seem to react.

The grand duke also stared blankly at the teenager who was laughing at her, unconsciously retracted her arm holding the ring, and subconsciously pressed it against her chest.

The expression is blank, like a lost and helpless man.

Finally, a heavy muffled sound rang out.

"Boom!"

Like a heavy hammer, it broke the depressed atmosphere.

A majestic yelling exploded on the ground:

"Enough!"

Thyls' laughter was a part of it.

The hall also fell silent.

Everyone turned their eyes to the direction of the Grand Duke, and they all were taken aback.

It's him.

Thyls calmed down his stiff muscles with a smile, and his heart moved.

The one who interrupted the conversation was the one-armed earl who has always been taciturn among the six earls.

I remember his name seems to be...

The one-armed earl raised his head, his eyes were cold, his body exuded a battle-tested outrage.

He turned to the grandfather on the steps.

"Madam, I don’t know you," the one-armed earl said softly, his tone coldly: "Offensively, whether it’s the side that saw you six years ago or today’s hearing , I didn’t expect much."

His words spread on both sides of the hall, and there is a kind of majesty that people can't help but look away.

"King Nunn is dead, we will rely on a little girl from now on? Huh!"

Selma's expression froze.

The one-armed earl stared at the grand prince stubbornly, ignoring the look of earl Hurst beside him.

But after only a few seconds, he spoke again:

"But I still remember the day we boarded the Freedom Castle."

"I took the vanguard, rushed to the front line against the pouring kerosene, and lost an arm for this." The one-armed earl raised only half of his left upper arm, his eyes deep. He lowered his voice: "But in return, the Warriors of the Kierkeguer family took the lead of Prince Suril's White Blade Guard, and were the first to put the red dragon flag on the black background on the city head of Liberty Castle."

Selma was taken aback.

Freedom Castle? That is...

"Twenty years, my broken arm still hurts," the one-armed count suddenly turned his head and looked at the vassals in the audience: "But I never regret it."

Beside him, Earl Hurst opened his mouth in surprise.

"Six years," the voice of the one-armed count made many people straight up: "Perhaps many of us have forgotten: We are nobles and vassals, but we are even more from the North."

"We are far from depraved... the appearance we have hated the most."

The other five earls frowned.

Thyls looked at the earl, listened to him, and smiled.

"To witness with the honor of the Kierke Gour family."

"Since you have given the order, madam," the one-armed earl turned to the grand duke coldly, his steely voice hammered into everyone's heart: "Then we will respond!"

Selma shook suddenly!

Count Kerkerkol’s expression was cold, but he did not hesitate to raise his remaining right arm: “I promise that every man of the right age in Kari County and Origami County will take up arms for the glory of your family. For the dignity of Longxiao City, for your deceased grandfather..."

"More the Grand Duke of Longxiao City, send troops to the west!"

Only the inhalation of vassals remained in the hall.

Boom!

The earl's right arm hit his chest fiercely!

"Northlander, Kahn Kerkegor," the one-armed earl’s fortitude sounded out of thin air: "Fight for you!"

The ending sound echoed between the stone walls, shaking the hall.

The other five earls didn't seem to react, and the other vassals were also talking about it.

But Selma stared at the one-armed earl blankly, her eyes gradually becoming more alive.

He...

He...

"Count Kierkegor," Selma could not hide the excitement in her eyes, stuttering: "I..."

But she was quickly interrupted.

"Sorry, ma'am." Before the surprise from Kierkeguer had dissipated, another male voice with hesitation began to speak.

"Please understand, earls, I hope you can marry us, these local families," the golden bearded earl hurst sighed, "that's because...because we are really standing with you People."

Hirst, who is more than 30 years old, is the youngest of the earls. He raised his eyes and looked at Selma sincerely and with a little pain, and looked at the grandfather who pressed the ring tightly to his chest: "Dragon The people in Xiaocheng are the ones who really...care about you."

Selma moved slightly.

"Madam, I also want you to know," Hirst looked at his lady with a complicated expression: "The people who can win you glory are by no means just outsiders from Qiyuan City."

Selma was astonished, and she vomited: "Hirst..."

Boom!

Hirst didn't wait for her to speak, but he slammed his chest firmly!

"All the people in Branding Iron County will respond to your call," Earl Hirst said with a serious expression: "Your Excellency, the Hirst family, fight for you!"

Selma stared blankly at the second earl who spoke.

A few seconds later, she recovered.

"Thank you, Lord Hirst," Selma veiled her excitement, "I will keep it in my heart."

Hirst did not speak, he just bowed deeply with determination.

Earl Kirtson on one side coughed slightly.

"That sentence is very reasonable, madam: the honor and victory of Longxiao City can only be maintained and won by our own hands."

Earl Kirtson cast a disdainful look at Ian: "So, let this self-righteous, clown from Qiyuan City go to hell."

He sneered: "Prepare the place and supplies-we, Longxiao City is going to save you, whether you **** like it or not."

Ian blinked, showing an awkward expression of helplessness.

Kurtson turned his head and looked at Selma blankly.

"So, Ferenborg will follow his orders," Count Kirtson's voice was flat, but without procrastination: "Fight for you, madam."

Selma calmed down. She smiled and nodded gently: "Earl Kirtson."

Thyls looked at Selma from a distance and exhaled.

That said.

Unexpected...

Almost eliminated.

"Hmph," Count Linner intervened, his words were as harsh and harsh as ever: "You know, ma'am, there is no need to make the atmosphere so solemn and grand. I feel like we will have a funeral for you in the next second. ."

Ian chuckled without eyesight.

"The wild woodland is the same. The Linna family will fight for you," Count Linna flashed his eyes and glanced at the ignorant Qiyuan city heir. Then he said coldly: "That's it. "

Selma smiled awkwardly: "Thank you, Earl Linner."

After the four earls, the vassals all turned their eyes to the last and most important two.

"As usual, the Lisbane family is standing by Walton's side," Lisbane's regent is gentle and polite as usual: "The way you look is where we are going."

Selma showed her accustomed expression of trust: "Charles..."

Just now.

"Hahahahaha," Opposite Lisbane, Count Nazaire laughed unabashedly and rattled the seat: "That's it."

The grand duke and earl looked at him suspiciously and nervously.

But Nazaire's laughter soon subsided.

The old earl looked at Selma quietly, his eyes showing approval for the first time.

"Good job, ma'am," Nazer nodded slowly, and looked at Ian with deep eyes: "A good move, the Lord Ronnie from Qiyuan City."

"I only reacted until now."

Selma was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

Ian sat back in his seat indifferently, his expression still annoying and disdainful.

Keen Thales sighed: This old guy...

I'm afraid I can see it early in the morning.

Nazer sighed: "I showed you the cruel side of the world, ma'am, and you will be the color right away."

Selma was a little surprised, and replied a little bit anxiously: "Earl Nazaire, I didn't..."

Nazer raised his hand and interrupted her.

"Okay, ma'am, you really surprised me," the old count sighed and looked at the right old colleague. "Isn't it, Charles?"

"I guess you didn't expect it?"

Risban just glanced at the old acquaintance coldly.

"Huh, old bullshit," the regent showed an indifference that is usually rare: "Shut up and send troops."

Nazer opened his mouth and laughed again.

"Hahaha," the old count stretched out his hand and looked at the grand prince with emotion: "Then, the Nazir family in Ranshiling and Harting County will also respond to your call and follow your The banner goes westward."

"Holt Nazer," he said with a smile: "Fight for you!"

Following this sentence, the grandfather took the last tension back to the bottom of her heart.

"Thank you, Count Nazaire."

"Be careful, Selma," Nazer put a smile away, and sighed: "Your road ahead is full of traps, and we, Dragon City is your best weapon and final support."

Selma looked at the old earl blankly, and pursed her lips, as if she understood something.

"Thank you for your reminder, Count Nazaire."

Nazer was definitely watching Selma.

"But I will still pay attention to your marriage," the old earl twitched his lips: "Don't treat me like a good person so soon, madam."

Thelma chuckled.

But what made Thales shudder was that at a moment when no one paid attention, the Earl of Nazaire glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Let the prince feel worried.

Soon, as the six earls expressed their opinions one by one, the remaining seventeen vassals also responded.

Their expressions gradually changed from doubts to firmness, and their opinions slowly unified as they whispered.

Finally, the vassals raised their heads in unison, banging their chests.

"The Banner family will answer your call and go to the Freedom League, madam!"

"The Hudson family of Mu Xuehe, fight for Dragon City!"

The expressions of the six vassals were like the first wave, followed by a surge of one: the vassals on both sides of the hall expressed their stances one by one, and they will respond to the call and set off for the Freedom League.

"The Steer family will start mobilizing immediately!"

"A thousand soldiers of the Dillian family are on standby at any time!"

"The Hudson family of Spear City, willing to be loyal to you!"

Selma sat back in the seat, her face flushed uncontrollably after nervousness and excitement.

Tyles looked at her quietly, put the stone in his heart down, and smiled.

Good.

Selma.

You succeeded.

We succeeded.

One after another voice sounded in the hall, Thales and Ian looked at each other, and both let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, Longxiao City will send troops to pray for the city," Thales lowered his voice: "With this strong support, you can end the war of the Freedom League in a short time."

"And at least until the war is over and our fight with the king is divided, your little girlfriend doesn't have to worry about being forced to marry or being thrown off the throne halfway," Ian patted his chest with a face The "Damn" emoji after the war: "How is it, my plan is not bad?"

"Partly thanks to the sense of honor of the Northlanders," Thales loosened the palm of his hand from the nail marks: "But a bigger part, probably thanks to their aversion to you, foreign suitors ."

Of course, there is another part...

It stems from the fear that Longxiao City may be controlled by outsiders, and the power in his hands may be subject to outside interference.

"Thank you for your compliment." Ian smiled triumphantly.

Yes.

It's actually not that complicated.

Thyls sighed: Just like what they called the "self-defeating" class in the old crow a few weeks ago.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, the northern invasion of the Star Kingdom brought the divided kingdom of Exter into one, resulting in the unification of the first power in the West.

In the **** year, Exeter's big move south, made the crumbling stars fight to the death, re-establishing the royal family in suspicion and blood, and continuing the country.

Tyles looked at the vassals in the hall and said silently: One of the ways to bring the divided groups and forces together is to stimulate from the outside.

For example...

Thinking of this, Thales glanced at Lord Ian Ronnie, the heir of Qiyuan City.

"However, I was here to be a bad guy anyway, and I didn't expect to get a wife." Your Excellency smirked, and then turned to a different sympathy, patted Thales on the shoulder: "It's you. , Tusk, it's so pathetic."

Tyles' face froze.

What?

The voice of the Regent of Lisban rang: "Then, we will discuss with Qiyuan City about the specific dispatch of troops..."

The prince coughed unnaturally and changed the subject before Ian said something strange again:

"You know, I just thought of an interesting point."

Ian raised his eyebrows.

"Once the vassals die hard and refuse to send troops," Thales sighed: "Maybe you can really harvest a fiancee from Longxiao City?"

The prince's eyes are a little serious: "Then you are happier?"

At that moment, it was as if someone had broken a string between two teenagers.

Their atmosphere became tense.

Your Excellency was silent for a second, and then his usual smile appeared.

"Haha," Ian is smiling, but his eyes are slowly focusing: "Oh, then you have misunderstood my sincerity."

Tyles narrowed his eyes: "That's good: she is not a bargaining chip you can easily use."

Ian tweeted his tongue.

"But I am also very curious. If the plan is not successful, the contradiction between the grand prince and the vassal is irreparable," Ian said lightly: "What would you do? Take her away?"

This time it was Thales' turn to raise his eyebrows.

"Hey, this," the prince shrugged: "You know, a long time ago, a friend of Kang Mas told me: Even if it's a stable business, you must stay behind."

Ian frowned.

Thyls sighed: Exeter, or the politics of Longxiao City, is really straightforward.

At least...

Northlanders are after all Northlanders.

Tyles glanced at the seats of the six earls: Everyone put their chips and attitudes on the table, making things a lot easier.

It's not like...

At this moment, the side door of the Hall of Heroes suddenly opened.

An aristocrat decorated in Qiyuan City walked in anxiously.

Many of the vassals who were quietly listening to the arrangements of the Regency of Lisban noticed this.

The nobleman walked to the seat of the Qiyuan City mission, drew out a letter scroll, and handed it to the knight sitting in the first place-"Death Raven" Ned Monti.

Monty immediately attracted the attention of many people: He tore open the letter scroll, and his face changed drastically.

"Hey," Thales frowned, he stabbed Ian: "What's the matter?"

"That's the messenger responsible for military intelligence transmission," Ian also looked at the scene there solemnly: "Look at his expression, the war has changed."

War?

Thyls was surprised: "League of Liberty?"

Ian nodded nervously: "Where else can it be?"

In the lobby, more and more people noticed the newcomers.

In the next second, Monty, whose face changed suddenly, stood up abruptly!

Let everyone in the lobby who are negotiating to send troops a pause.

"Sorry for interrupting."

The Dead Crow rudely waved to the surprised Lisban Regent, looked towards Ian with a solemn expression, and then moved forward.

Nicolai on the steps watched the old friend's behavior, and his pupils shrank.

Monty is a scout, performing the most dangerous mission in wartime.

The things that made him gaffe so far...

Not much.

Amidst the suspicious eyes of the Grand Duke and the many vassals, Monty strode to the unknown Ian, handed out the letter scroll, and said coldly: "You need to look at it now. This, then explain to Longxiao City."

When he said this, Monty's biting eyes swept toward Thales.

Thyls was a rousing spirit: The feeling of being stared at once again came to mind.

The prince smiled awkwardly, raised his hands and took a step back: Okay, I just leave it alone.

But things are not that simple.

"No," Ian read the letter in his hand and looked up palely: "This..."

Monty nodded blankly, the hunter-like eyes never leaving Thales.

It's like peeling him off.

Rolfe sensed that the situation was not right, and moved closer to the prince.

The other vassals in the hall exchanged glances in doubt, and Lisban coughed.

Ian put down the letter tremblingly, and Thales only noticed that he was already in a cold sweat.

Ian raised his eyes, looked at the grandma in the seat, and then turned to Thales anxiously: "You know?"

The gaze was complicated, with doubts, anger, and even struggle.

Thyls raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Know what?"

Ian took a deep breath and shook his head, as if to wake himself up.

"If you don't know..." Qiyuan City's heir gritted his teeth: "Okay, Monty, I'll talk to the Grand Duke..."

Slap!

His shoulder was then heavily clasped by the Dead Crow!

Ian trembled and looked up at Monty in amazement.

"This is not the time for you to be willful, Ian," Monty's voice was gloomy, with a sternness that could not be rejected: "Dragon City just promised to send troops, then they must know!"

"This is not something that can be concealed and not reported!"

Ian hesitated: "But..."

Monty didn't talk any more nonsense, he unceremoniously grabbed the letter from the other party: "Okay, then I will come."

"Wait..."

Without waiting for Ian to speak, Monty pushed Ian into the seat.

The latter's struggle can't completely screw the knight.

From beginning to end, Thales looked at the scene inside Qiyuan City in surprise.

Monty's eyes still shocked him.

What's wrong?

That letter, after all...

At this moment, the words of the Regent of Lisban came from afar:

"Lord Monty, we have all heard your reputation."

"However, this is the Hall of Heroes in the Palace of Valor," the Lord Regent attracted everyone's attention, and he asked indifferently: "Is there anything we need to know?"

Monty glanced at Thales again, turned around abruptly, and faced the hall.

"Yes," the brunette knight raised the letter in his hand and said coldly:

"The emergency military information just sent from Qiyuan City."

Count Nazaire's eyes narrowed: "Military?"

Monty nodded and strode forward.

Tyles found that Ian clenched his fist tightly, his eyes wandering between him and the grand duke.

"A few days ago, we detected a third-party army in the desert south of Qiyuan City." The Dead Crow looked terrifying, as if seeing the arrival of the extreme cold, "four thousand to five thousand Hussars-maybe more, definitely our enemy, coming for the Freedom Alliance."

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Thyls also frowned: For the Freedom League?

Wait, twenty years ago, it was Kang Mas and Baishan who supported the Freedom League, which means...

But the lords who are familiar with the military immediately grasped the point.

"The cavalry in the desert? Five thousand?"

Count Kierkegel was shocked, his only right arm slammed on the seat: "How is it possible?"

Monty snorted coldly: "Not only that, but also all the elite, skilled in Mercedes-Benz, coming and going like the wind, looking at each other between Qiyuan City and Freedom Castle."

Almost all vassals frowned.

The grand prince looked at her regent blankly.

"Sand Pirates, Desolate Tribes, and Orcs are unlikely to have cavalry of this size. Kang Mas's direction is wrong, and the Golden Corridor has no such power..." Lisban, who is familiar with geography, looked at Monty solemnly. : "Where did the cavalry come from?"

The Dead Crow let out a sigh, chewed his teeth, with a hideous expression.

"This is what I want to say," Monty gritted his teeth while holding up the letter: "They should have come from the southeast through a section of desert."

The vassals were shocked!

Thyls frowned, and quickly recalled the geography of the continent: Qiyuan City is due to the Liberty Alliance to the west, and to the south is the great desert. The cavalry that appears in the desert, if they come from the southeast...

Wait, southeast?

Across the desert?

That's not...

But before he could smooth the relationship, Monty grunted with a stern look: "The flags of the cavalry are white with blue background..."

"Silver Cross Double Star."

At that moment, Thales clearly felt his heart tremble.

Hey!

The hall was quiet for a moment.

In the next second, the always stable Regency of Resban can no longer maintain his image~IndoMTL.com~ He trembled all over, and said to Monty, "What?"

In an instant, the eyes from top to bottom in the hall, from the female grandmaster to the vassals, from the Qiyuan City mission to the guards of the Palace of Valor, all subconsciously swept back!

Turn to the one, the only guest out of this hall.

Monty’s next words sounded like they were coming from the horizon, faintly rang in Thales’ ears: "Yes, things are already clear."

"The support behind the Liberty League, including the instigator behind their rebellion against Exeter..."

Just listen to the dead crow indifferently:

"The Kingdom of Stars."

At that moment, facing countless shocked, doubtful, and hostile gazes...

The dumbfounded and stiff star prince can only hear his own heart...

Beating violently.