Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 47: “Phased” release

After a short silence, there was an uproar in the Hall of Heroes!

"What?"

"That means..."

"But the boy clearly..."

But no matter who’s emotions are, it’s not as good as Thales Canxing’s own feelings. It is worth your collection. lwxiaoshuo.

At that moment, the prince almost couldn't control his body.

Until the crime of the prison river surged uninvited.

To him, the whole world seemed to stop at this moment.

Only thoughts are turning fast.

The Kingdom of Stars.

The Liberty League, behind-the-scenes supporter?

With the help of the mysterious ending power, Thales tried his best, desperately controlling his breathing, and barely guaranteed that he would not lose his mind.

Countless questions came to my mind.

What's the matter?

What's going on!

"That means..."

At the head of the hall, the golden-bearded Earl Hirst frowned and looked angrily at Monty who had brought the news: "The scumbags of the Freedom League..."

"The reason why they have the confidence to tear up the agreement is because of the group of empires standing behind?"

The Dead Crow shrugged, his tone gloomy: "It's obvious."

The irritability of the discussion in the hall rose again.

"What the hell?"

"Fuck the empire!"

"Are they crazy?"

"Their only heir..."

"Is it a total war?"

"Then what's our next step? Go to Qiyuan City?"

Thyls took a deep breath in a daze.

Star Kingdom, Freedom League, Exeter...

Whether it is the little information obtained under the close surveillance of the Palace of Valor, the news brought to him by Putila, which has not been seen in years, or the information received from the side of Longxiao City, there is no clue to point. This answer.

He didn't get any prompts.

Just like dragon blood six years ago.

For him, this was a veritable "accident".

"It's funny." Count Linner, who has always been expressionless, made no secret of his bad emotions this time, but saw him twisting his face and staring at Thales:

"I sent my son to Longxiao City on the bright side, but he still worked tirelessly in his back?"

Linner sneered unkindly and said: "You deserve to be the successor of the empire."

"And we, we think we are holding the safest bargaining chip, thinking that the stars will stand by themselves, but in the end we are like fools, being played around by others."

"Just like the last war."

"Isn't it, little prince?"

The atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more serious.

With a stiff face, Thales raised his head with difficulty, responding to the various expressions of surprise or anger in the hall: Lisban’s doubts, Nicolai’s teeth, Nazaire’s deep thoughts, compared with them, just Even Monty’s disturbing hunter's gaze seems to be much softer...

And...

And the unbelievable and bewildered look in the grandma's eyes.

No.

Selma.

"Hey, you, the surname Canxing!"

Earl Kirtson stood up abruptly, looking angrily at the stiff-looking prince in the corner.

"What the **** do you know about the Freedom League, about your crazy father's army?"

"Are you planning it?"

Thyls clenched his fists.

The beads of sweat on his forehead are getting denser.

No.

I don't know anything.

Everything...

But before these words blurted out, the prince bit his teeth.

No.

This is not the time to panic, let alone the time to call for grievances.

As I thought: an accident happened.

What I have to do is to deal with it and minimize the loss.

Calm down, Thales.

Calm down!

"Hey!"

Kurtson said angrily: "Are you dumb?"

His voice represents the anger in the Northlanders' hearts at this moment, echoing in the hall.

The prince suddenly raised his head, but in Selma's eyes, he saw a flustered and helpless look.

The grand duke looked at Thales subconsciously, and then at the same solemn Lisban, looking at a loss.

"Looking at him looking confident, maybe Longxiao City is too kind to him," Earl Linner squeezed his fist, made a terrifying noise between the knuckles, and whispered: "Maybe, we should return to the north. The tradition of local people."

"Something hard?"

Thyls did not answer.

The eyes of the people in the north looking at the star prince are getting fiercer and fierce, even including the guards of the Grand Duke who guard his side-in this atmosphere, even Rolf, who is also shocked, unconsciously presses on Own arm.

Under everyone's gaze, the second prince can only remain calm and basic thinking. Even Ian, who is also sweating and constantly pulling his sleeves, has no time to care.

That said.

Something is wrong.

Very wrong.

The resistance of the Freedom League, the war problem of Qiyuan City, the power storm of Longxiao City, the respite of the black sand collar...

It all came from, from...

These different objects, different motives, and different actions converge in the same place...

Where is the connection, where is the truth of the clue, and where is the key to the matter?

In the face of the prince’s silence, Earl Kirtson seemed to be getting more and more impatient, he took a sudden step forward!

"No cooperation?"

Kurtson showed an unprecedented ferocious expression, snarled at Tersnu, grinded his teeth, and said one by one: "Very well, then tear him up-until he speaks."

This sentence seemed to ignite an already volatile atmosphere.

"Yes!"

Many vassals of Longxiao City, with the same gritted teeth, stood up one after another, making waves of approval:

"Grass him to death!"

"Dare to play with us, then pay the price!"

"Show the attitude of Northlanders!"

Nikolai wanted to maintain order, but was powerless.

Rolf stood nervously behind Thales, facing the anger of the Northlanders, as if ready to make a desperate move at any time.

[What to do? ] This is his sign language.

But the protagonist of the matter, Thales remained motionless.

He seemed to have curbed all emotions and resisted all reactions, sitting stiffly on the spot like a stone statue, ignoring the curses and curses of raging waves.

Like a stone statue.

"The imperial son of a bitch!"

"Put him on the gate!"

"Let the people of the stars taste the limbs, hypocritical cowards!"

The sound continues.

Like a never-ending torrent, I slapped the reef again and again, ruthless and cold, shocking and terrifying.

Thyls at the center of the waves is just silent, not speaking.

As if the world has nothing to do with him.

The chaotic hall was filled with anger and hatred.

Until a sharp and out-of-control female voice, like a rainbow that cuts through dark clouds, tears through noisy curses and bad words...

Awesome resounding in the Hall of Heroes:

"Enough—"

Thyls is an exciting spirit!

Everyone was shocked and turned their heads subconsciously to look at the tallest seat.

There, the young grandfather did not know when she left her seat!

She squeezed fists with both hands and swung her sideways, while she clenched her teeth, her face twisted.

At this moment, Selma Walton, like a desperate lioness guarding a group of lions, roars hysterically: "This is the Hall of Heroes!"

"Shut up all the fucking!"

"Shut up!"

The voice of the grand duke whirled between the beams and columns.

The curse of the vassals subsided instantly.

The hall replied quietly.

Only in front of the highest seat, the girl gasped quickly and tremblingly.

Everyone stared blankly at the female grandfather who was out of control, staring at her clenched fists, eyes flushed, and angrily glanced at the audience.

It seems to have met their female lord again.

"Tsk tusk," Monty the dead man watched his mouth open and close with interest, and Selma, who couldn't be smooth for a long time, whispered with emotion: "Well...even a lady, it's a Walton Ah."

Tyles opened his mouth slightly, staring from a distance at the uneasy girl, feeling mixed.

Selma.

No.

At this time, you should...

"What the **** is this?" Ian whispered angrily behind Thales: "The Liberty League thing, you said--"

"Did you not listen to the grandfather," However, this time, Thales just shook his head coldly:

"Shut up."

Ian was taken aback.

Finally, a steady cough broke the silence.

"Sit back, Kirtson, and everyone."

The stern voice of the Lord Regent rang.

"Whether it's moody or bullying the weak, it's a cowardly act. The Northlanders have not yet reached that point," Earl Lisbane stood in front of Kirtson and said indifferently: "We will decide how to deal with this matter— —After discussing with the lady."

"Since the incident has happened, no matter how severely punished him is, it is useless."

"Prince Thales was still our guest until then."

The regent's words made Kirtson frowned.

"He is right," the old Count Nazaire coldly echoed: "It's just a military situation, see what you all become in anxious state-if your Majesty Nunn is still..."

The words of the two powerful vassals calmed the irritation and anger in the hall a lot.

The vassals all sat back to their original positions, but the gazes directed at Thales over and under did not diminish at all.

Tyles closed his eyes, but his brain turned faster.

Unexpected.

If you have to get there...

"Madam." Lisban turned around and hinted gently to Selma.

Selma took a deep breath, restrained her previous gaffe, and sat down with Nicolai's ugly expression.

She glanced at Thales, her eyes indistinguishable.

"Lord Monty."

Earl Lisbane returned to order in the hall and turned to the deadly crow.

"Is Qiyuan City sure to be the army of the stars?"

The Lord Regent asked steadily: "Is it possible for others to pretend? For example, Kang Mas?"

"Do you know what I did before," Monty scratched the back of his head, and said to Nicolaenu on the steps: "How likely is it that we got the wrong goal?"

The vassals frowned.

"Five thousand light cavalry, it cannot be a local nobleman, it can only be..." Count Linna looked at Monty with scrutiny and suspicion: "Did you fight?"

Monty shook his head.

"For a few days, the group of celestial people didn't even approach the Freedom Castle, they just watched from a distance, and kept sending out Rangers to investigate," The Dead Crow looked at the letter in his hand and said with tongue:" The distance from Bladeya camp to Liberty Castle-God knows how they supplied it in the desert."

Hearing this, many nobles were taken aback.

"Wandering, cruising, patrolling, avoiding battle, stabs back at the critical moment," the Count Nazaire was speaking, and the old man rubbed his chin, his eyes moved slightly: "This tactic, does it sound like Familiar?"

"For example, eighteen years ago?"

There was another silence in the hall, and many people bowed their heads.

Earl Kirtson closed his eyes and sighed: "Fuck."

Thyls moved in his heart.

"Are Sonia Sutherley and her guard still in Broken Dragon Fortress? Where did they get the five thousand cavalry-even if they were all light cavalry-stuffed into the desert?" The youngest Earl Hurst furrowed his brows, and turned his head subconsciously to look for the figure:

"Such a large-scale mobilization of troops, it is impossible to have no news in advance. What about the news from the dark room? Mrs. Kashan, yours..."

Hirst realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he closed his mouth in time.

A few seconds later, Monty snorted: "Whether it's a fortress or a dark room, you should ask the king-the black sand collar knows best."

The ministers in the hall were quiet again.

Yes.

The throne is no longer in the Palace of Valor, not in Longxiao City.

A dark room that serves only Exeter is naturally the same.

Everyone felt sad.

This is... after the death of King Nunn, Longxiao City.

Hearing this, the Earl of Brisbane sighed:

"This is not important anymore."

"The important thing is, if the stars are involved," the regent looked at the sad female grandfather: "Then our next western expedition..."

The discussion of the vassals resounded in the hall.

Earl Linner sneered: "Imagine this: at the moment when we are fighting and attacking the city, there are a total of five thousand people in the desert to the south, waiting unhurriedly, waiting for us at any time, and behind them There may be the entire Star Kingdom..."

"Twenty years ago, even if we had three great princes working together, the war dragged on for nearly a year because of the intervention of the white elves and Kang Mas," he squinted his eyes, as if remembering that year: "Guess what , How long can the stars hold us, two years? Three years?"

"The king must be very happy to see this scene."

The missions of Qiyuan City looked at each other with ugly expressions.

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more depressing.

Tyles ignored the bad eyes that swept him from time to time, and quickly rearranged the information he knew.

Things will not be so simple, nor will they be so complicated.

It's just that the chess game needs to be lifted up a bit. I originally thought that this was a storm between Exter and the Freedom League, and even Exter's internal storm.

The Freedom League is for independence, the black sand leader is to overcome difficulties, Qiyuan City is for immediate interests, and Longxiao City is for its own power balance. The other princes are eager to sit back and watch the king's weakness and the division of Longxiao City.

And now...

To join the stars.

So, where is the best interest of the stars in this storm?

"This is just an optimistic situation," Earl Kirtson broke his fingers and counted the numbers as if talking to himself: "If the opposite...the opposite really came out after the **** year. Star Kingdom..."

"It's worse, including the white elves who suffered losses in the previous wars, and the four northern cities of Kangmas who bet on the situation..."

"And we, we only have Longxiao City and Qiyuan City..."

Earl Nazaire looked at him as he was counting the chips, sighed for a long time, and said the words that made many people in the North uneasy:

"Exter last defeated...when did it come?"

No one speaks.

Boom!

The one-armed Count of Kerkegol punched the arm of the chair, making a dull sound.

The iron-green face tells his mood at the moment.

The vassals clenched their fists.

"The situation has become more complicated." Earl Lisbane's expression remained unchanged, plain and honest.

Nazer nodded.

Two old friends and old opponents rarely agree.

Thyls is still thinking quickly.

One by one guesses came to his mind.

"If the plan of sending troops remains unchanged, we need to readjust the deployment of troops, including the quality of recruits," the old earl said with a heavy tone: "To the enemy's Liberty Alliance, to the enemy's star kingdom-the difference It’s not just one star."

"You mean, retreat?" Lisban's words came steadily.

"I didn't say that. After all, the lady has made a promise, and it is related to the honor of Longxiao City and Walton," Earl Nazaire said solemnly: "But if we still have to send troops to fight, we can no longer use the previous That attitude was dealt with hastily."

"After all, the opponent we have to face is nearly 700 years old-our old enemy."

"The Shield of Westland, the descendant of the Empire."

No one talks anymore.

Only the Dead Crow shook his head and exhaled.

Ian Ronnie, the heir of Qiyuan City, stared incredulously, looking at Thales and Selma on the steps.

How come...

On the Grand Duke's seat, Selma looked dazed.

Just now.

"No."

Earl Linner raised his head and attracted the attention of the entire hall.

"The problem is actually very simple." The earl, who had a cold expression and spoke like a knife, looked at Thales again this time, and said, if meaningfully, "We neither need to increase troops nor hesitate."

Tyles' scalp tightened.

Here it comes.

After the incident, the part he worried the most.

Many people moved slightly.

"The stars have an army to disrupt the situation."

"And we have their heirs."

Earl Linner said coldly, "Prince Thales Star, right?"

"A name that has never appeared in the Canstar family tree."

At that moment, Thales only felt that the gaze from around his body became colder.

Earl Hurst was startled: "You mean..."

Earl Linner sighed: "Chop off one of his hands and send it to Everstar City."

"Tell his crazy old man: Retire immediately."

"Problem solved."

At that moment, the grandfather turned her head abruptly and looked at Thales in disbelief.

But Thales remained indifferent.

So the grand prince looked at her regent again anxiously, but the Earl of Lisbane just shook his head slightly to signal that she was safe.

The people in the north quieted down, their eyes looking at Thales became more and more weird.

Among them, Monty the Deadman gave him a weird smile.

Still like a hunter, looking at his prey.

Thyls sighed.

"Hey, it's enough," Finally, Earl Hurst couldn't help saying:

"This is not in line with the practice of the people in the North-more than three thousand years have passed since the age of ignorance when the Jagged King took his heart out!"

Earl Linner shook his head: "This is what he does. Thank the gods. After six years of wasting food, this golden hostage finally came in handy."

Thyls clenched his fists.

"Wait, that was the execution of the iron-fisted king of three hundred nobles overnight--it is said that the lunatic watched the punishment all the time without turning his eyes on," Count Kirtson snorted disrespectfully: "If he It’s really like a rumor, and if you don’t retreat like this..."

Earl Linner smiled.

"Enough of you," Earl Hurst grunted impatiently: "Release him in exchange for retreat~IndoMTL.com~ or simply kill him to show our attitude-if we are dissatisfied with the stars, we will torture the children Exhale? What's the matter?"

Earl Linner sneered.

"This is not a vent, besides, we are just releasing him," his eyes showed a cold light: "It's just in the form of installments."

Earl Hurst frowned.

Staging?

"One letter is not convincing enough, then two, three, four..."

"In addition to his palms, he has arms, legs, feet, eyes, nose, ears..." Earl Linner’s cold words echoed in Thales’ ears: "Every time we write a letter, we all 'Instalments' release part of this prince."

"Until King Kessel retires."

"Or the last."

Hearing this, Thales closed his eyes.