Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 49: Contend against

The atmosphere of negotiation in the Hall of Heroes began to become more subtle.

"A war of revenge?"

The Grand Duke Lecco, who was sitting at the rectangular table, had his eyes condensed slightly, and his hands clasped his muscles slightly.

"So, this is the reason why you spread rumors before the arrival of the Star Mission, and tried to exaggerate the discord between King Nunn and the Prince of Stars," Grand Duke Lecco's mouth was slightly pulled up: "And to blame for the king's death The reason for the stars."

"I'm tired of repetition," Rumba glanced at it in a cold tone: "This is not a rumor."

Not all.

He stared at the four grand princes quietly.

"What about then?"

Trudida gave a funny smile: "Do you think the whole Exter will believe you? He has a hot head and went to war at all costs?"

"War always has a price--I remember this is the clan motto of a certain imperial family."

"Nantrester," Grand Duke Ronnie raised his gaze and slowly said: "War must be valuable."

Rumba left from the side of Grand Duke Olesiu, turned to Trudida and Ronnie, his expression was cold and determined, and his tone was beyond doubt.

"They will believe it," the Grand Duke Heisha said decisively: "The missing star prince is in my hands, so I might as well let him go missing."

"And I still hold the heir of the Arund family-as the current criminal for assassinating the king."

Grand Duke Olesiu thought of that special boy, he couldn't help but startled slightly.

"Even the heirs of the White Eagle family..." The Grand Duke Weiland narrowed his eyes: "It's really well prepared."

Rumba ignored the faint sneer in his words.

"Even without these chess pieces," the Grand Duke sternly glanced across the other people: "As long as we have your endorsement, we can mobilize the teacher in the name of the king's enmity, and project the nation's anger to the stars—— They are the ones who tore up the "Fortress Peace Treaty"."

The four grand princes silently made no sound.

"The army of Ai will go south, and we will mobilize the most abundant force since the War of Glory. Five of us plus Longxiao City and Fengzhao City, seven or more Grand Duke will gather again."

Rumba took a step forward, slowly raising his right hand, his voice somber.

"And the kingdom of stars?"

"The north is unstable, their fortresses are empty, and their troops are scarce." Rumba's eyes are getting more and more terrifying, and he seems to see the future he envisioned: "The world's most powerful army is rolling forward in the fire of revenge. No matter whether the fortress or the northern border can be blocked, we will be as strong as a bamboo-as solid as the Everstar City, and it is not impossible to see."

Grand Duke Trudida coughed slightly:

"What does this have to do with taking Longxiao City?"

Rumba turned around.

"War will change everything," he said indifferently, his tone of coldness, even if the four grand princes who had been in high positions all the year heard it, he couldn't help being chilled: "including the vassals of the Walton family."

Hearing these words, Grand Duke Olesiu sighed softly.

"If the Lord takes revenge," Charman Rumba squeezed his fist: "For the sake of reason, for public and private, both Longxiao City and Fengzhao City must be the main force of the Southern Expedition."

He slowly turned around and faced the empty gun stand on the fireplace, with an inexplicable emotion burning in his eyes: "We are the leaders of the coalition army-and the stubborn nobles of Longxiao City and Fengzhao City , Will only fall or even be wiped out with their army in the war, and the Walton family’s bargaining chips have since been lost."

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned fiercely.

"When we came back triumphantly with the prestige and tactics we missed twelve years ago..." Rumba said coldly: "They are no longer a trouble."

"Who else would dare, and who could, who would point fingers at the Longxiao City and Fengzhao City under your common rule?"

"Even Prime Minister Lisbane can't object—he was no longer the Prime Minister by then."

"Wait until everyone acquiesces to this situation while swallowing, and when that Walton's orphan girl dies early, no one will remember the Walton family anymore except historians."

Rumba turned around abruptly, his tone decisive:

"The co-governance oath is still valid, but the contracting parties have become eight princes."

"Just like the eleven signatures on the co-governance oath, the signatures of famous families such as Tan En are still there, but they have disappeared in history forever."

"But we, Exter, can only become stronger."

The hall fell silent.

Rumba waited silently for the princes' reply.

He knew this was a good sign: the princes knew that his plan was feasible.

Just...

"You know, this proposal is very interesting." Trudida shook his head.

"Hey!" Grand Duke Ronnie interrupted him uncomfortably: "What you are talking about, but the establishment of a sacred territory since the founding of Exeter! It is the land of Nikaru!"

"Then go to the female dragon and say," Rumba replies coldly: "Maybe it will fly down and fight for Walton."

Ronnie's face suddenly became angry.

"Pay attention to the words, Charman," Grand Duke Lecco frowned: "That distinguished lady just arrived last night."

Rumba's face changed.

"Dear Madam?" He mocks authentically

"Except for the mascot on that national flag," Duke Lombard pointed out the window, his eyes were cold: "For six hundred years, that dragon has been nothing to us."

"Its task is just to be alert to the coming of disaster."

"It doesn't care about Exeter's life or death at all!"

The faces of the four grand princes all became ugly.

"Go back to the subject," Tredida coughed and exhaled:

"I have to say, bold layout, rather ambitious plan."

"But we can completely abandon you and do it ourselves," he smiled again: "Maybe the ownerless black sand collar can be brought under his command."

Grand Duke Ronnie laughed angrily: "Nice idea."

"Give us a reason, Charman, a reason that must include you." The Grand Duke of Reconstruction Tower blew his whistle.

Rumba squinted his eyes.

"If you want to stubbornly push the death of King Nunn to my head," Duke Heisha said calmly: "You will lose the excuse to attack the stars, you will lose the name of convening the whole country, and you will lose the way to go south through the black sand. The geographical advantage of the stars has lost the opportunity to use war to wash Longxiao City, expand the territory, and deter non-subjects."

"Don't forget, whether it is the Prince of Stars or the Aarond family, it is in my hands."

"I also lost the current chaotic situation for the better," his speech rate began to slow down: "I lost the only opportunity to make arrangements for my own stability and Exter's strength."

The other princes looked at each other.

"But what about you, Charman?" Trudida turned her head to the side with a sly smile, staring at Rumba with a subtle expression.

"You must have a plan, right? I don't believe it for such a big game of chess. You just want us to endorse your crimes?"

Rumba frowned.

"I guess," Trudida chuckled, the ridicule in his eyes getting stronger and stronger: "Raise the king together?"

Grand Duke Ronnie snorted softly.

But to their surprise, Rumba's brows loosened.

"No," he said lightly, not caring about it: "Come on for the king's position, you can fight for it, I don't care."

"Actually, I don't care who is the king."

The four grand princes were all taken aback.

"Olesiu, Ronnie, Lecco, even if Trudida is the king of co-emission, I have no opinion."

Tludida snorted softly: "Why list me behind "Even"?"

Rumba looked at his expression and shook his head slightly in his heart.

"As long as you agree to send troops to win this battle for Exeter... I can pay a price that you can't imagine."

"I can even give up even the black sand collar," the black sand Grand Duke whispered: "Olesiu and Trudida, if you don’t rest assured, you can divide it evenly-if this can strengthen your Will."

As soon as this statement came out, the court was quiet for five seconds.

"What?" Olesiu of Wellland collar said in disbelief: "You want to... give up the black sand collar?"

Trudida seemed to have forgotten his smile, he just frowned and stared at Rumba closely.

Not really.

The slayer animal in front of me...

I care, is there really only Duke Heisha?

"I only have one condition," he heard the Grand Duke Heisha decisively and firmly: "When we win the war-I only want the northern border, and even the land around the cold castle."

"Stay on the southern border for Exeter."

"I won't bother you again."

All the princes were stunned.

A long while.

"I don't understand," Grand Duke Lecco exhaled deeply and sighed: "What kind of lord will give up his family territory?"

Of course you don’t understand.

Rumba said silently.

As long as one of them understands...

"What do you say? Everyone?"

Rumba said indifferently: "Ensure that Exeter will return to stability, and then get rid of the shackles of kingship, and even strengthen himself, and even win the opportunity of the stars..."

A flame of ambition burned in his eyes: "It's right in front of him."

Rumba waited quietly for a few people's responses.

The faces of the princes began to surging.

"What do you think?" Olesiu looked at the other three with a worried expression on his face.

The princes looked at each other, and Trudida even whispered in the ear of Grand Duke Lecco.

Olesiu's expression kept changing, and Grand Duke Ronnie pierced coldly from time to time.

Rumba stood silently, looking at a dragon gun flag in the cloud on the wall.

He knows, maybe this is the final decision.

The moment that determines Exeter's future.

Finally.

A few minutes later, the four grand princes nodded tacitly at the same time.

They all raised their heads together, looking at Grand Duke Lombard with different expressions.

Rumba also turned his head, looking back at them solemnly and solemnly.

Tludida blinked, Olesiu sneered slightly, and Ronnie was expressionless.

But Rumba just stared closely at one person, the oldest guy.

Grand Duke Lecco stared at Rumba quietly.

A few seconds.

Finally, the old man's stingy face finally showed a smile: "Good idea, Charman."

"Also very creative ‘deal’."

Chaman Rumba also smiled.

As if seeing the dust settle down, hearing the hammer strike.

Until Grand Duke Lecco, with a usual smile, spoke softly as usual:

"So..."

"We refuse."

Rumba's expression froze on his face.

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Tyles stood quietly in the courtyard belonging to Sluis, while meditating, watching the people around him tidy up the scene—if Sluis’s “contact person” is true, they You must leave here as soon as possible before Rumba notices it.

"Do you have an answer?"

A voice came.

"Well," the prince nodded slightly, then turned his head back, without looking behind him: "How about you, Putila?"

Xingchen's deputy came to stand beside him, frowning as he watched the two blade guards push the five-flowered Shireis onto the carriage.

"To be honest," Putila sighed, "I don't quite understand what Shroes just said."

"Why does Rumba think that Exeter's greatest threat is..."

Thyls shook his head.

"It's not important," the prince said with a misty look and calmly said: "Believe me, Rumba has a good reason, so good that even the four scheming grand princes have to be convinced."

Putila frowned: "You know?"

"I don't know," Thales shrugged. "I just understand."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Tyles raised his head and looked at the sky in the north, with a complicated expression.

"Remember what I said before I set off," the prince said lightly: "The strongest **** in the two camps?"

Putila raised his eyebrows.

"Chaman Rumba," Putiley raised his lips slightly, his tone hesitated, obviously not believing: "And..."

"Your Highness?"

Tyles glanced at him.

"I'm not kidding."

"After hearing what Sluis just said, I confirmed this," Thales gave a wry smile: "Rumba is simply too powerful, and too terrible."

Putilla pursed his lips.

Thyls lowered his head and said silently: "I have met the four princes: the staid Olesiu, the cunning Trudida, the resolute Ronnie, and the old and strong Lecco, four People stand together, it’s hard to resist."

Putila nodded.

However, the prince exclaimed: "But do you believe..."

"They face Chaman Rumba."

"It will only be eaten clean."

"There will be no bones left~IndoMTL.com~Putila has a thoughtful expression.

"Putila," Thales said quietly, "Will you follow me?"

Putila raised his eyebrows: "You want to ask again? Really?"

Thyls shrugged: "The next thing will be a little crazy."

Putila frowned: "Is that what I think? You want to..."

"Believe it or not, Putila," Thales sighed, grinning reluctantly: "I figured it out: on that unique battlefield, only I can fight him."

Putila looked surprised.

"No, this..." The deputy envoy frowned and asked softly: "Why? What are you going to rely on to fight against Rumba?"

Next second.

Thyls turned his head and gave a friendly smile.

The prince showed a young tooth to Putila:

"Cheats."

He turned around decisively.

Putila was left blank.

Tyles walked to the side of the carriage, looked at the immobile Slaes, and smiled slightly.

The other person shrugged at him.

Thyls motioned for Rolf, who was watching him, to leave.

"It's not very comfortable," Thales looked at Rolf's back and exclaimed: "Your Excellency Marquis."

Slaes, with a cloth tucked in his mouth, blinked at him, seemingly helpless.

Thyls nodded solemnly.

"Therefore, I will do one thing for you next-as a make up."

Slice's eyes were puzzled.

I saw determination and determination in the prince's eyes.

The next second, the doubt in Shrei's eyes turned into shock.

"Grab me," Thales' voice sounded without fluctuation: "Send me to the Palace of Valor."

"Return to Rumba's hands."

Start the next chapter, reveal the puzzle step by step.

(End of this chapter)