Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 47: It’s been a long time

The four grand princes reacted differently, but one set an example.

"Sure," Olesiu decisively rejected him: "The topic of dividing up Dragon City, let's stop here."

"Please listen to me..." Rumba lowered his eyelids.

"Can't you understand human words?" Ronnie interrupted him with a cold voice.

But Rumba's eyes were angry, and he hit him back with louder, more decisive words.

"I know that you have sent a letter crow!"

Just listen to Rumba yelling: "Risban and his patrol are coming, aren't they?"

His words fell.

There is only silence left.

The four grand princes were stunned.

They looked at each other, their breath became tense unconsciously, and they all seemed worried that Rumba already knew the news.

Rumba took a breath and calmed his emotions.

"Don't worry," his eyes replied calmly: "I didn't bring the Falcon, I can't intercept your letters."

The breathing of the four grand princes gradually calmed down.

"So please listen to me, let the time be longer, and wait until they come to the rescue...actually it is more beneficial to you."

I hope the layout of the first city gate can be delayed for a longer time.

At least until I solve them.

Rumba said in his heart.

Ronnie narrowed his eyes and turned to the other three: "Are you going to continue listening to his nonsense?"

Trudida shrugged.

"Although it's boring," the Grand Duke of the Reconstruction Tower blew his whistle, speaking out everyone's feelings: "It's better than our swords facing each other and blood sprinkling the palace together."

Olesiu gave a sneer, but Lecco kept his expression unchanged and gestured "please" to Rumba.

No one objected.

Rumba nodded.

"Walton," he said coldly, "I hold the last daughter of the Walton family closer than any other bloodline."

Grand Duke Lecco narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "Exter has never had a precedent for a woman to inherit the position of Grand Duke."

"She doesn't have to inherit," Rumba's face was cold, and the speed of speech accelerated: "But she can be used as a temporary pawn."

Trudida raised his eyebrows, seemingly aroused.

"We can promise that the male bloodline born after her marriage will become the future Grand Duke of Longxiao City," Rumba looked decisive, rubbed his fingers into a knife, and waved fiercely: "This is more hasty than taking Longxiao City. It is more effective and safe to seal the family separately, and it can stabilize the power inside and outside of Longxiao City."

"And before that, you have co-managed Longxiao City in the name of assistance."

Rumba is calm and authentic.

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned, as if he couldn't believe it.

"What then?" Grand Duke Lecco was expressionless.

Rumba looked back at them calmly.

Next second.

"Then," Duke Heisha opened his lips lightly, his eyes were like a knife, and his words were like iron:

"It's war."

Grand Duke Olesiu moved.

"Ha," Trudida next to him shook his hand unhappily: "Each family will go back to the territory to recruit troops and buy horses, and then take advantage of the situation and take down Longxiao City? Please, if this is yours..."

Rumba interrupted him.

The terrible Grand Duke took a sharp step forward and spoke explosively:

"No!"

Rumba's gaze was full of coldness: "We will unite the whole country and send troops to the south."

Grand Duke Ronnie clenched his fist: "What?"

The four grand princes all looked at Rumba with a serious expression.

The latter showed a ferocious and fierce expression.

It's like a beast before hunting.

"We are fighting against the stars," he gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "For the King Nunn..."

"Vengeance."

In another corner of Longxiao City, Thales and Putila were both squeezed into a small horse-drawn wagon. In front of them, Nicolae with makeup was sitting in the driving seat and left for them The back of a burlap jacket.

Tyles hid in a gap between a car of firewood, fidgeting, frowning tightly, thinking hard.

Chaman Rumba.

Four princes.

King Nunn.

Between them...how to break the game?

Putilai and Thales were separated by two bundles of firewood and saw the latter's expression.

The deputy envoy of the stars sighed softly.

The carriage drove through a low ridge, and it trembled.

At that moment, Thales only felt his eyes tremble, and then a familiar feeling came.

The prince stroked his forehead subconsciously: his eyes began to blur again.

He was in a bright house, three or four young people holding a computer, sitting scattered around a middle-aged man, looking at the projection on the wall.

"When you come to take this course, you must have the most basic understanding of social networks, such as nodes, such as edges, such as out- and in-degrees, and even concepts such as two-mode networks and structural equivalence... "

"Now, I want you to imagine a network diagram. Well, just use the interpersonal network. It is easier to understand the relationship between people instead of geometric diagrams."

"a, b, and c are three people. Suppose they know each other in pairs. Okay, draw three dots and connect them with edges. We get the simplest triangle social network diagram, three dots and three. By the way, you can use the methods you have learned to analyze this network."

"Let’s give this simple network, add positive and negative signs to these only a number of connections: the relationship between a and b is very poor, the assignment between them is negative one, and the relationship between b and c is very OK, the connection is positive one."

"The question is here: what will happen to the relationship between a and c? This leads to a new question: the balance of the social network."

"The discussion of the triangle relationship has been in the era of Simmel...Balance, for example: your friend hates someone, then as a friend, if you don’t hate him, you will We are in an awkward position in this triangle relationship, and this triangle relationship may be out of balance at any time... But in the concept of social networks, how do we show this balance?"

"For an unbalanced interpersonal network, how will it change to achieve its own stability?"

The balance of the network.

The relationship is...stable?

Tyles took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead vigorously, burying this newly acquired memory in the deepest part of his heart.

The relationship between Rumba and Nunn is negative.

However, the relationship between Nunn and the princes... is also negative.

If this network is to be stabilized and balanced, between Rumba and Grand Duke...

Wait.

This network is incomplete.

I missed something.

"You are nervous, aren't you."

Thyls, who was rubbing his forehead in thought, was taken aback and turned around:

"Huh?"

Putila looked at him with a worried look.

"Uh, sorry, I just didn't rest..." Thales reacted and shook his head with a smile.

"No," Putila interrupted him: "It's not just now."

The deputy shook his head slightly: "From the beginning"

Thyls was taken aback for a moment.

"When you are nervous, you talk a lot," Putila exhaled and grinded his teeth, seeming to be tortured by the addiction: "Remember when you first entered Longxiao City, you were the same. Vice appearance."

Tyles was stunned.

"Really?"

He was fascinated and authentic.

Putila nodded silently.

"Although you were very confident before, but for the next action," the thin deputy envoy sighed:

"Actually, you are not sure about it yourself, are you?"

Putillah's eyes shone thoughtfully.

Thyls didn't speak.

He quietly looked at the firewood in front of him.

A few seconds later, the prince lowered his head and sighed.

"Sorry," Thales said with a little loss: "I just..."

"I don't know if we can... succeed."

Putila looked at him quietly.

At this moment, Nicolai in front of him turned back, his eyes like stars.

"We are from the North," he said coldly: "The people in the North don't ask if you can."

"Just ask ‘do not do’."

Putila snorted.

Tyles' heart beats, he takes a strong breath and cheers up.

"Are we here?" As the carriage stopped, Thales raised his eyebrows.

"Of course," Nicolai knocked on the carriage with a calm expression: "They have gone to find the way first."

Tyles exhaled.

"I thought it would take more time, from finding a place to starting an action..." The prince said silently: "We can't see the light after all..."

"This is Dragon City," Nicolai interrupted him, his dark skin trembling slightly because of the oil: "Who is looking for, no one is more familiar than us."

Moreover.

Neither the real patrol team nor the counterfeit goods from the black sand collar seemed to be seen.

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a disguised Blade Guard approached the driving seat and made a gesture to Nicolai.

Nicolai returned a thumb.

"We can go in," Nicolai shook off the horse's rein, jumped out of the carriage, turned around and said to them: "They have found the way, let's go straight in."

Thyls was slightly surprised.

"Go straight in?"

The prince's eyes widened: "Aren't we going to sneak in? It won't disturb too many people"

"Shut your mouth..." Nicolai said contemptuously: "We are sneaking in."

Putila pushed aside the two bundles of firewood, jumped out of the carriage first, and then reached out to take the second prince.

Tyles stepped on the ground, feeling a little more at ease.

This is a relatively remote house. It looks very large, but the exterior walls are simple. I don’t know which area it is located in. But the owner here obviously doesn't want to be too high-profile, and he doesn't even look at a neighbor from the North.

And they were standing by a small side door, guarding two soldiers, Willow and Gernard, at the door.

"Good luck, Your Highness," Gennard faced the prince's inquiring eyes, and simply replied: "We will set the wind for you."

Putila nodded to them, turned around and whispered: "We should hurry up."

Nicolae chin to him and walks into the side door first.

"Go straight to the door?" Thales followed Nicolai into this small side door and walked into a seemingly desolate backyard, frowning: "Will someone find it? What if we Exposed..."

"You know, we are in a dangerous situation and we need to keep a low profile. It's best to climb the wall or walk on the roof, and sneak in quietly..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Thyls stopped opening and closing his lips.

He looked at this snow-filled yard with horror on his face.

"Dive...dive..." he repeated subconsciously.

Almost all their Blade Guard soldiers stood in the yard, even Cohen and Miranda were among them, and the guard showed his big white teeth.

Tyles took a breath and lowered his head.

Around him, many people fell across the ground.

There are dead bodies lying in a pool of blood.

There are also people in a coma or shock.

There is even a poor worm with a blue nose and a swollen face, and a rag stuffed in his mouth, often with a knife on his neck. Next to him is a fierce northerner or star person.

"You..." Thales stared at the scene blankly, speechless for a long time.

"It's really a low-key ‘sneak in’." Putila sighed long.

The meteorite raised a thumb to the leader, Mike.

Tyles turned his head away from the corpses and cast a dissatisfied look at Nicolet.

"Come on, as long as no one knows that we are sneaking in," Nicolai raised his eyebrows, stretched out his palm towards the **** mess on the ground, and nodded proudly, "This is the most successful sneak."

This sentence...

In those few seconds, Thales' eyebrows changed various shapes.

He took a deep breath, turned to Nicolai, with a serious expression, and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Everything is empty..."

Nicolae was taken aback for a moment, with a look of doubt: "What?"

Thyls shook his tongue, retracted his head, and shrugged like an okay person: "Nothing."

Nicolai has an inexplicable expression on his face.

Thyls shook his head and drove out unnecessary thoughts, while looking at the fallen corpses around him, resisting the spit in his heart.

This will lose synchronization...

The next second, he followed Nicolai and left the yard~IndoMTL.com~ and walked into the house.

"This is your plan, how do you want to do it?" The meteorite said lightly.

"Of course," Thales crossed a threshold and took a deep breath: "Actually."

Then Thales looked up and turned his eyes to the two men behind a gorgeous desk.

One of them is Raphael.

The young man from the secret department was leaning against the wall for a moment, his left hand stretched out, holding his sword.

The sword fought across the throat of another middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man frowned, but he was still calm and composed.

"Sir, I don't know how you found here..."

"But I assume that you already know who I am and understand my value..." The middle-aged man grew his mouth, slightly squinted his eyes, and said to Raphael beside him: The problem is simple, no matter what it is, we must talk about..."

Tyles took a deep breath and walked out from behind Nicolai, raising his head to look at the man whose throat was held up by Raphael.

This middle-aged nobleman with golden ponytail hair and gorgeous clothes.

"Hello, it is an honor to meet again." Thales tried his best to squeeze out his most hypocritical smile:

"Master Marquis."

As soon as this statement came out, it seemed that even the air was quiet.

The blond middle-aged man was startled when he saw Thales, his face was astonished, and his eyes blinked back and forth.

Can’t believe it.

Immediately, the middle-aged man showed a complicated and subtle wry smile and exhaled slowly.

"It's been a long time since then."

"From sending people for help, to the sudden appearance now..."

"His Royal Highness Thales is a surprise."

The Marquis of Good Flow City, who belongs to the Conmas Alliance, Shreis Bemurra, sat upright behind the desk with a helpless expression.