Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 48: The cost of saying “no”

The hall fell silent again. %Le%Wen%Fiction

Tyles closed his eyes, seeming to be suffering for his fate.

But no one knew that the second prince of the stars finally figured out one thing at the moment when Earl Linner gave his cruel advice.

Connect.

He said silently in his heart.

The struggle of the black sand collar, the interference of the stars, the rebellion of the Freedom League, the war of Qiyuan City, the storm of Longxiao City...

Most things are connected together.

They all point to a key point.

That is...

Thyls clenched his fists.

Is it really as I guessed it?

But, in this case...

At this moment, a clear female voice rang in my ear:

"No!"

This made Thales, who was nervous, opened his eyes and recovered.

He raised his head in astonishment and looked at the highest throne of the Grand Duke. At the same time, there were many vassals doing this.

"No..."

The crisp and decisive voice echoed in the hall.

It's Selma.

At this moment, she was clenching her teeth, her expression struggling, and her eyes constantly wandering among the vassals.

Earl Linner, who threatened to release Thales in stages, was slightly startled: "Madam?"

Selma looked at Thales in a daze, but after a few breaths, she turned her head and took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind:

"Everyone, six years ago, in front of the king and the four grand princes, I promised in the name of the grand duke."

The Grand Duke seems to be a little stuttered and nervous, contrary to her previous toughness.

But she still tried her best to overcome her tremor, and said anxiously: "I promised..."

"Tyles, Thales will be a guest of Longxiao City...I will be responsible for his safety."

"In Longxiao City, in front of my eyes," the girl tensed her face, as if she had exhausted her strength and shouted:

"He will not, let alone be hurt!"

As soon as this statement came out, the vassals reacted differently, among which the expressions of the six earls were the most complicated.

Promise?

The Grand Duke

Thyls stared blankly at the self-composed Selma, feeling dazed.

Selma.

You...

"Responsible for his safety?"

Earl Linner seems to be very dissatisfied with this sentence, his eyebrows are almost upright: "I am honest, ma'am, but how about our safety?"

"What about the safety of those soldiers who ventured to kill the enemy for your honor?"

The vassals seemed to resonate with Count Linna's words, and responded with nodding, humming and other actions in a low-key manner.

Count Nazaire looked at the grand prince with a strange expression, seeming to hesitate.

Just listen to Earl Linner aggressively and authentically:

"Where do you put these?"

Selma turned pale.

"Don't tell me, in your heart, this prince of the stars is even more..."

Risban saw that the opportunity was wrong, and decisively scolded: "Linner!"

Linner grunted, turned his head, looked at Thales again unkindly.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became awkward, and no one wanted to speak.

Ian beside Thales looked at the situation in the hall and exhaled heavily.

Your Excellency knocked his seat dissatisfiedly, venting his dissatisfaction with the unexpected situation: "Damn!"

He is probably the most like a Northlander at this time.

And Thales just lowered his head and listened quietly, ignoring the quarrel in the hall.

After a few seconds, the embarrassed grandfather seemed to adjust her emotions.

"I will negotiate with the stars."

She whispered.

"But before that, my guests will not be harmed in any form," the grandpa raised her head and gritted her teeth: "This is our bottom line."

The officials frowned.

Thyls sighed.

Oops.

Selma, no.

You insist on this...

"Negotiating?" This time, the speaker was Monty from Qiyuan City.

"From Longxiao City to Yongxing City, it will take a month to come and go," Monty stood in the middle of the hall with his arms folded, ignoring the nobles on both sides 'S strange expression, coldly said:

"The military situation is urgent-you can wait, but my boys and colleagues can't wait."

"Furthermore, we cannot turn this victorious war into a permanent burden and let the real enemy succeed."

He didn't specify who the "real enemy" was.

Selma was speechless.

The officials began to talk again.

Ian frowned and wanted to say something, but under Monty's sharp eyes, he didn't say anything.

The pressure returned to Thales.

The mean Earl Kirtson hummed softly and sneered: "It makes sense."

"So," he shrugged and turned to Linner: "The easiest way is to send us our attitude in a letter that couldn't be clearer-are you sure that only one hand will work?"

Earl Linner smiled at him.

Thyls sighed: Back to this topic again.

"Someone must let them know that the people from the North do what they say..."

But they were interrupted by the grand duke again.

"No!"

Selma gritted her teeth and saw crystal beads of sweat on her forehead. She seemed to be experiencing a very fierce struggle: "It's not that simple."

The vassals renewed their puzzled eyes.

The girl looked at Thales, the anxiety and tension in her eyes never decreased by half.

"I remember, King Kessel promised." The grandpa took a breath and tried to convince the men in the hall: "Anyone who endangers the safety of Prince Thales will become the kingdom of stars. The eternal enemy-his first level is the coronation condition of the next star king."

"We must be careful."

This sentence seems to have a lot of effect.

At least, the vassals who had previously looked at Thales and had spoken badly about Thales had a halt, put away their comments, and began to think about more questions.

Only Thales, he looked at the grand prince with a complex expression, feeling quite uncomfortable in his heart.

She is protecting me.

Even this will endanger the little hope she has finally established today.

She is protecting me.

But Selma...

Finally, the Earl of Brisbane broke the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Madam's consideration is reasonable." The former prime minister and the current regent, who had worked hard for decades, coughed.

Risban raised his eyes and scanned every vassal: "If that king is really cruel and ruthless, and he does not hesitate the future of the kingdom, regardless of the life of his son, then no matter how many times we'release' this Prince, the result is the same."

"We can only be forced to a dead end in the end: Longxiao City is really ready to take down the prince's head to become the target of public criticism?"

The hall fell silent again.

The Grand Duke cast a grateful look at Lisban: "Yes, Charles, I, that's what I meant."

Risban just nodded gently.

This made the rest of the earls frowned and cast dissatisfaction with the regent.

But the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

Thyls needn't...

But then she was startled slightly: Thales was staring at her from a distance.

The prince of the stars sighed, looked hesitant, and shook his head slightly to her.

No, Selma.

Don't.

Thyls thought silently.

Looking at the prince's movements, Selma in the seat was stunned.

She remembered what Thales said before.

[Promise me, Selma. 】

[The next day of political hearing, no matter what happens, don't do stupid things. 】

She looked at Thales, who was shaking her head helplessly, and couldn't help but bit her lower lip.

[Don't care about others, don't care about others, don't have the slightest hesitation and hesitation. 】

So...

You, Thales, are you what you call "others"?

The girl thought bitterly.

In the corner of the hall, Thales was still shaking his head slightly.

[Just choose the path that suits you best, and that's the most suitable for the grand duke, that's enough. 】

【I will solve the remaining problems. 】

Selma looked at Thales struggling.

But, but Thales, who you are now...

It's hard to protect yourself.

"Oh, ma'am."

This time, Monty was the one who spoke.

The forerunner of the Qiyuan City Mission deliberately raised his eyebrows: "But you didn't call your vassals to Long Xiao just to reproduce the glory and courage of your father's grandfather and prove that you are a qualified ruler. City?"

The Dead Crow sighed: "And now, facing the threat of the empire's empty words, you are shrinking and afraid?"

"Are all the things like safeguarding family honors being said for fun?"

Dissatisfied discussions sounded in the hall immediately, and the expressions of the vassals became much ugly.

Selma gritted her teeth again, her face tense.

"Put respect, Dead Crow," Golden Beard's Earl Hearst reprimanded unhappily: "You have also served in the Blade Guard. You have also been favored by King Nunn. There is no reason to embarrass his granddaughter. "

"Speaking of this, you know, I have left the Blade Guard and Longxiao City for more than ten years," Monty shook his head sarcastically at the Grand Duke, making no secret of his contemptuous tone: "Compared to Back then, you guys were really old, even more mother-in-law, I doubt it......"

Nicolai's face changed next to the Grand Prince, and he said in a deep and unquestionable manner: "Shut up, Monty."

Hearing what the old boss said, Monty's words suddenly stopped.

He snorted and didn't speak any more.

Thyls couldn't help but reconsider the sharp-eyed dead crow.

Something is wrong.

From this visitor from Qiyuan City, he felt a little wrong again.

But...what is wrong?

At this moment, Earl Kierkegel, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly raised his head.

"Then we will take him!"

The one-armed earl said sharply: "Take him to the west!"

Including the Grand Duke, Thales, and Ian, the people in the hall shook together!

The surprise lasted for a few seconds.

Earl Lisbane frowned: "Bring it on? You mean..."

The one-armed earl nodded and said coldly: "We will march with this prince to solve the problem of the Freedom League!"

"We take him to attack the city, take him to war, take him to slay the enemy!"

"Leave the problem to the opposite side of Fort Freedom, those stars who are holding the cross double star flag."

The grand duke trembled and lost her voice: "What?"

The vassals turned their eyes on Thales.

Thyls was startled, his face changed slightly.

"We will be on the battlefield to let possible enemies know that their prince is in our hands," just listen to Kierke Gur's cold voice:

"If they don't want to see tragedies and accidents happen, they'd better keep their feet."

"Waiting for us to deal with those spoils of Freedom Castle."

His voice fell, as if covering the hall with a layer of ice and snow.

"Ha!"

Monti laughed loudly: "I like this idea! What can't be resolved at the negotiation table, of course, must be resolved on the battlefield!"

Selma looked incredulous, and looked at Thales unconsciously, and then at Kierke Gour.

Risban and Nazaire looked at each other, each thinking.

"Maybe this is a good idea," a few seconds later, the old Count Nazaire said flatly: "Indeed, ma'am, your original promise is very important."

"Prince Thales' safety should not be destroyed in our hands."

"Rather than involving all parties, the result of unknown embarrassing negotiations, the prince is taken as a bargaining chip to the front line, let the opponent throw a rat on the battlefield-this is more effective."

Earl Lisbane who was in the audience sighed.

"It makes sense: If Prince Thales had an accident because of a fight with his own celestial man," On the other hand, Earl Linner still had a flat expression, but his words were sharp. He looked at Selma's panic , Chuckled:

"The responsibility is not on our side."

Tyles closed his eyes again and exhaled.

When the officials agreed to send troops, for a moment, he thought they had won.

However, accidents always come suddenly.

I saw the grandfather widened her eyes and shook her head subconsciously: "You guys, what are you going to do to him?"

The earls frowned upon hearing the words of the grand duke.

"If the other side exercises all restraint," Kierke Gour's low voice seemed to have some power, which made people shudder: "Then as usual, Quan should take him for a walk."

The hall was quiet for a moment.

Selma swallowed, and the Grand Duke's voice reverberated: "If the other side... don't restrain it?"

Earl Linner sneered, and Earl Kirtson shrugged.

"Then do what we should do," Kierkeguer said in a cold voice: "As long as you conquer Freedom Castle, everything is over."

What to do?

Thyls lowered his head in silence and said nothing.

What to do?

To solve the current dilemma...you must pay the corresponding price.

The problem is...

Do I have to take that step?

That's...

Earl Hurst looked at the granddaughter’s expression, shaking his golden beard, and frowned: "I think it is feasible."

Selma gritted her teeth.

"Charles," she said with difficulty to the last earl: "Do you agree?"

"Madam," the Regent Lisban looked at the girl with a serious look: "This is the best practice at present."

"Countless people will go to the battlefield for you, then you must consider the battle and their lives."

"No problem," Ian came out at this time, his eyes lit up, he coughed, and smiled again: "Qiyuan City will welcome His Royal Highness."

Thyls clenched his fists.

He raised his head and looked at Selma nervously, waiting for her response.

Selma looked back at him hesitantly, and the two eyes met in the air.

Thyls sighed and shook his head gently.

No.

Selma.

Don’t, don’t do it for this...

A few seconds later, the grandma's expression became firm again.

She also shook her head at Thales.

Thyls felt a shock: He understood the response.

No.

No...

"No!"

The Grand Duke suddenly raised her head!

"Tyles, he must stay in Longxiao City! Stay in the Palace of Valor!"

Selma's expression is firm and categorical: "And I promised, I promised to write to King Kessel to remind his heirs that he is still with us and take all measures to ensure that the Star Kingdom will not fight us. Pose a threat."

Tyles closed his eyes.

The faces of the vassals changed.

They stared at their female Fengjun with strange and dissatisfied eyes.

The atmosphere in the hall seemed to be back before Ian proposed marriage.

Thyls sighed long.

Selma.

You are like this...

This will make our previous efforts...

Oh.

Thyls opened his eyes lightly.

He made several gestures to Rolf behind him.

[Go ahead. 】

The ghost of the wind was taken aback for a moment. He looked nervously at the various bad eyes in the hall, but he bowed slightly and left against the wall.

Tyles exhaled.

In the end, is this still going to happen.

His fists are shaking.

"Well, madam, the relationship between you and him, and the star prince is really good," Monty sneered, "It's just like a rumor."

These words seemed to add fuel to the fire, making the atmosphere in the hall more solemn and serious.

Resban saw that the atmosphere on the court became more and more wrong, he coughed quickly, and interrupted the Dead Crow: "Madam, I don't like to say that, but..."

But someone interrupted the Lord Regent sooner.

"For the sake of the gods, you said a lot of'no' about this."

Across from Lisbane, Count Nazaire frowned and slowly uttered.

"As a ruler, madam, of course you have the right to say'no' and force us to carry out your will."

The old earl spoke word by word, seeming to cherish every letter in the words.

"But please remember, every time you say it, you have to pay."

"It's just that some costs are visible, and some are invisible," Count Nazaire said indifferently under the horrified eyes of the Grand Prince. "Unless you have the ability to fool your people again and again, these costs If you pay a lot more, one day, it will gather into a huge debt that noble as you can't cover."

Selma folded her hands under her sleeves, her face ugly: "Count Nazaire..."

Nazer didn't let the girl have a chance to speak up, but said his words sentence by sentence.

Among the six earls, Nazaire’s words are not as soothing as Lisbane, not as gentle and polite as Earl Hirst, not as harsh and sharp as Earl Linner, not as harsh and unpleasant as Kirtson, not to mention Kelkaiko Er is so shocking and powerful, but it seems that there is a special force that cannot be denied.

People can't help but move.

"And the ones we are talking about, madam."

"That's the soldiers of Longxiao City," Nazer whispered: "The decision we made here is about their lives."

"Do you really understand the cost of saying'no' here?"

Selma was stunned.

"Those are the sons of countless mothers, husbands of countless wives, fathers of countless daughters," the old count said slowly, but every word made the vassals listen consciously, "they, These people from the North left their homeland and went to another country in response to your call."

Selma's breathing was messed up. She looked at Nazaire blankly, only to feel that there seemed to be a heavy stone pressed down from the air.

Nazer lifted his head gently, and said slowly: "For whatever reason, you should not disregard the people who are loyal to you for an outsider, a hostage of an enemy country."

"And the price of doing so..."

He looked directly at the Grand Duke with enlightened eyes: "Maybe your people~IndoMTL.com~ will chill all those who are willing to fight for you, so that they will ignore you and ignore their rulers. Of."

As soon as this statement came out, the vassals looked at Selma in different eyes.

Selma looked at the earl in a daze, sweating and trembling lips.

I saw the old Earl Nazaire sigh slowly: "Until one day, the debt accumulated by these costs exceeds the favor given to us by you and your family, and exceeds our loyalty to you and your family."

"At that time, no one will fight for you anymore."

"Isn't it?"

The hall is quiet and no one speaks anymore.

In the corner, Thales closed his eyes blankly and shook his head slowly.

It seems that this is the end.